Incest/Taboo Hannah

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"Good morning sleepy head." My naked wife stood in the doorway to our master bathroom. I cocked one eye open, looking at her firm body as she towel dried her hair. "Are you going to get up or not?" Putting down the towel, she walked over to the bed.

I jumped a little when her cold hand dug under the covers, invading the warm cocoon of blankets to grab my cock. I closed my eyes as her hand wrapped around my flaccid cock.

"Did someone have too much to drink and too much sex last night?" Her playful tone was accompanied by a few tugs on my cock.

I closed my eyes tighter, hoping that ignoring her would make her stop, but I knew it would only encourage her to torture me in more devious ways, but I did it anyways. I thought she was going to suck my cock when she pulled the covers off me with her other hand. I've been married to my wife long enough that I shouldn't have been surprised when she stuck her tongue in my belly button and made a motorboat sound. "Fucking Hell! Stop that!"

I pushed my wife's head away from my belly and told her that I'd get up. As she turned, I slapped her ass before she could head back to the bathroom. The sound of wet skin being slapped filled the bedroom and she yelped a little.

It would be another thirty minutes before I emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered and clean shaven. I didn't hear my youngest daughter in her room, but that is not an uncommon occurrence. Emma is 18 and a senior in high school. It's possible that she was texting with her cheerleader friends or listening to music while surfing the internet. Most likely, she was still asleep. The kid has a knack for making it home before her one-in-the-morning curfew with only minutes to spare, and then sleeping till noon on Saturday.

Walking into the kitchen, I found it empty. I wondered about my oldest, Hannah. I expected her to be up early and studying since Spring quarter midterms were scheduled for next week. I turned on the coffee machine and waited for the water to heat up. As I was waiting to make myself a cup, I noticed the empty cereal bowl in the sink. I thought to myself that Hannah must already be up and had gone back to her room to study.

I pulled out another mug, put another coffee pod into the machine, and pressed the button. Pouring in some creamer, I grabbed the mug and headed towards the basement. I walked down the stairs, into my newly renovated basement.

Looking up at the hallway light, I reminded myself that I needed to change the light fixture to one of the new energy efficient LED models. As I stood at the bottom of the stairs, I looked at the freshly painted walls and new carpet. It took me ten years to get motivated enough to finish the basement, but when I finally started, the work went quickly. I knocked on Hannah's door.

"Come in."

I turned the knob and entered my oldest daughter's room.

"Hey, Dad." She was sitting at her desk, looking over her textbooks. She said that she was studying for her microbiology midterm test. Taking the cup when handed it, she smiled and thanked me.

"So, what do you think of the basement?" I guess I was looking for a pat on the back for all of the hard work I'd put in finishing the basement and her room.

"It looks good, Dad. You've done a great job." My oldest daughter turned in her chair. "Did you see what I did with the other room?" That is when my 20-year old pregnant daughter struggled to get up from the chair. At eight months pregnant, it took her more than a few seconds to get up from the desk.

Hannah took me by the hand and led me out of her room. She pushed open the door to the bedroom next to her room and my eyes were assaulted by a bright pink accent wall. "Mom helped me paint the wall yesterday and helped with the butterflies." My daughter was talking about the half dozen or so vinyl pink butterflies stuck on the other walls.

"It looks good, sweetheart." I didn't mention the pink color was triggering my hangover. I needed more water and an aspirin. I kissed my daughter on the forehead and told her that she did a great job painting. "So, are you getting excited? You only have another month until the baby is due. Have you decided on a name yet?" I kept my hand on her shoulder as I stood about a foot from her extended belly.

"Your granddaughter is going to be named Rachel. I finally decided last night. And to answer your question, yes, I can't wait to deliver little Rachel." My daughter said that she and my wife had talked about the delivery process yesterday afternoon. "I just want this to be over so the two of us can be a family."

I reminded my daughter that it wasn't two, but five. I said that her sister, along with her mom and I, would always be there for them. I was proud that my daughter was handling her pregnancy so well.

What was unspoken was her use of the word two. The guy that knocked her up fell out of her life about five months into the pregnancy. I was mad and proud at the same moment. Mad that my twenty-year-old daughter got herself pregnant, and proud that she was still in school and determined to graduate next year with a nursing degree.

"I know that you will always be there for us, Dad, but don't fear — Rachel and I will conquer the world."

As I kissed my daughter's forehead one more time, I thought about the loser that had knocked her up. I felt a tinge of guilt not telling Hannah why the loser that got her pregnant suddenly disappeared from her life about three months ago.

I found out through a high school friend, who is now a county sheriff, that the baby's father is in prison for selling drugs and second-degree mur*er. Apparently, he went to a frat party at a college in the next state over and sold some drugs to some of the kids there. He didn't realize the drugs were spiked with Fentanyl and two young women died. He overdosed as well, and the paramedics found him with the two other women in a sorority house annex. The local police found the drugs and money in his pockets once he was revived at the hospital. Somehow the police had video proof of him selling the drugs to the dead women, so his court-appointed lawyer made a plea deal that sent him to prison for ten years.

I certainly didn't tell my daughter that I approached his parents when I found out what had happened. At first, they thought I was the angry father of one of the girls that overdosed. They were surprised when I told them that their son had knocked up my daughter. When asked about the incident at the fraternity, the parents said that they had disowned their son and were refusing to meet with him, so they didn't have any information about what happened.

They asked about Hannah, but I refused to give them any information about my daughter. I said that I'd be in touch after the baby is born, but until then they were to stay away from my family.

"What do you think of the rocking chair? Are you listening, Daddy?" Hannah pointed to a glider rocking chair sitting in the corner. "Mom and I found it yesterday at a used furniture shop. The white and green floral pattern doesn't go with the room, so mom said that she will sew another cover for it."

"It looks good, sweetheart." Patting Hannah on the back, I told her that I'd let her finish up her studying.

Heading through the basement, I made a mental note to fix the baseboard in the corner of the room by the French doors leading out to the back yard. I also noticed that I still needed to put a second coat of paint on the walls. There were a few spots where I could tell that the primer was showing through. I figured that I'd get to it Sunday, since the women would be out of the house and I didn't want the paint fumes to make Hannah nauseous.

Climbing the stairs, I found my wife sitting in the kitchen, reading the news on her tablet as she ate a plate of fruit and some toast. "What do you have planned for the day?" Looking up from her tablet, she smiled in my direction.

I told her that I'd mow the lawn and likely would put in a couple of hours of work in our home office. I mentioned that I needed to paint downstairs and planned on doing it when she and my daughters went for their weekly 'ladies only' brunch on Sunday. I grabbed a bagel out of the pantry, not bothering to toast it or coat it in cream cheese. I took a big bite from it and washed it down with a gulp of coffee.

About forty-five minutes later I was heading back into the house. Passing through the kitchen, I found my other daughter had emerged from her fortress of solitude and was in the kitchen eating breakfast. Emma was dressed in shorts and a top that I felt was a little too revealing and tight. In reality, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I guess that I'm being a protective father given how my Emma looks and the fact that I already have one pregnant daughter.

"Hey, Daddy." Emma smiled as she sipped a cup of coffee.

"Hi, Sweetheart. Glad to see that you survived another Friday night." I like to give my daughter a hard time about going out with her friends.

"Daddy, nothing bad is ever going to happen to me. I'm the best-looking cheerleader in the whole school — no one will let anything happen to me."

The smirk on her face irritated me for a moment. Yes, she was the best-looking cheerleader in her whole school. I reminded myself that I can't kill every one of the numerous boys that paraded through my house as they courted my eighteen-year-old daughter. I thought the police might notice the fresh mounds of dirt in my backyard if I killed every guy that came sniffing around Emma.

I asked my daughter what she had planned for the day and she mentioned that she and my wife were heading to the mall. Emma said that she needs a few pairs of shorts and she is still looking for her prom dress. The distinctive eye roll made a Saturday morning appearance when I told her that her dress should be a burlap bag.

"Be careful, Daddy, or I'll buy a little strapless dress that barely covers anything." My daughter batted her eyelashes at me several times and blew me a kiss.

I looked at her and mentioned that I hoped she wouldn't mind the two-hour long drive to the prison. I said that she would need to do that drive every other week in order to visit me after I kill her prom date, whoever he is. This set off a playful round of banter with my younger daughter that ended when my wife emerged from the basement.

"Emma, are you ready to go to the mall?" My wife looked at my daughter who was finishing up her bowl of cereal. Told to hurry up and finish getting ready, Emma gulped down the last of her food and took her coffee mug up to her room.

I looked at my watch and it was almost eleven in the morning when I retreated into my home office to work on some monthly reports. I'd just finished the first report when my wife stuck her head in the door. "We're leaving, honey. Hannah says she doesn't want to go, something about studying for a test."

"How long do you think you'll be?" I looked at my wife who said it could be a few hours since they were still looking for a prom dress. She said goodbye and I returned to the solitude of my reports.

It must have been another thirty minutes and I was just about to hit save on the next spreadsheet, when there was a knock on the doorframe, and I heard my oldest daughter come walking into the room. I was face down in the spreadsheet, so I did not immediately look up.

"Hi, Daddy."

I finally looked up when she called out to me. My mouth just about fell open. Standing in my office was my very pregnant daughter, wearing a sheer negligee, her swollen breasts clearly visible through the white material. She had pulled her hair out of her face, opting to stick her long blonde locks behind her ears. I don't know why, but I instinctively looked down, seeing a small patch of blonde public hair. Holy Fuck, my daughter is nearly naked. The thought ran through my head thousands of times in a split second.

"What in the hell are you wearing? Where are your clothes, Hannah?" I probably raised my voice a little louder than I wanted, as Hannah took a step back.

"Don't be mad. Daddy. Mommy bought this for me." Hannah raised her right hand up, over her belly and cupped her swollen breast through the sheer material.

"What do you mean your mother—"

Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at my daughter, her big blue eyes wide as she held onto one of her breasts. I picked up the phone and let it ring twice more before I finally answered it. I didn't bother to say hello. I just asked my wife what was going on and why was our twenty-year-old pregnant daughter wearing lingerie.

"Andy, stop talking for a moment. I bought that for Hannah to wear." I looked at Hannah who took a few more steps into the office.

"Why would you do that? I can see her tits." My mind was racing and wondering why Cherice would buy lingerie for Hanna. My daughter just smiled at me, still holding her breast as she took a few more steps into the office.

"I know, sweetheart. That's the point. If you will shut up long enough for me to explain. Do you remember how horny I was when I was pregnant with Hannah?"

I remembered. Towards the end of both pregnancies, Cherice was a sex monster. On most days I'd have to come home from work during lunch to fuck her. Then I'd fuck her at least once in the evening before a potential third romp just before going to bed.

"Your daughter takes after her mother, but it's twice as bad. She came to me last month to talk about a problem she was having, specifically, her belly getting in the way."

I watched as Hannah walked further into the office and came around to the desk, standing next to me. I looked up at her swollen breasts, which may have been a foot or two from my face. "What is her problem?" I looked up at Hannah's blue eyes as she continued to smile at me.

"Masturbating. I told you how horny she is all the time. I decided to help her...you know...with a dildo."

I didn't believe my ears when my wife said she helped our oldest daughter masturbate. I thought back to all those late-night mother and daughter discussions my wife was supposedly having with Hannah. I assumed that they were discussing motherhood and what to expect through her pregnancy. My mind immediately changed to images of my wife kneeling in front of my naked daughter, plunging a dildo in and out of her.

"When we went to the doctor yesterday, the OB/GYN said it was time to start working towards getting Hannah ready to deliver the baby. Do you remember what our doctor said when we were getting close to Hannah's and Emma's due dates?" My wife paused.

Sex. Our doctor said to have lots of sex to help kickstart labor. At the time it wasn't a problem because my wife was constantly horny. Oh my God, I thought, my wife wants me to have sex with my daughter.

"You want me to have sex with Hannah." I could not believe it. I was in shock; it is the only explanation why I didn't stop Hannah when she grabbed my hand. My wife wants me to have sex with my daughter. That's all that was going through my mind. I was so focused on what Cherice said to me that I didn't notice Hannah grab my hand and raise it to her breast. When I finally realized it, I had a handful of my daughter's milk-swollen breast and was pinching her nipple.

Her eyes were closed, and my daughter was biting her lip.

"What...." I was at a loss for words as I sat in my desk chair, fondling my very pregnant daughter.

"Yes, you need to have sex with Hannah. I know she's our daughter, but there is no one else. The loser that got her pregnant hasn't talked to her in months and the dildo is not working anymore. It's either you or some random guy she meets on the internet."

I still couldn't believe what my wife was saying. "Sex with Hannah." My voice cracked at the end because I felt a pair of lips kiss my neck, just under my ear. The hand in my lap spun my world around one more time. I didn't know what to say as my oldest daughter rubbed my cock through my shorts.

"Yes, you need to pound your daughter's pussy with your big dick and make her cum. The good thing is you don't need to worry about getting her pregnant. Give her a couple of orgasms."

I regretted not wearing underwear with my shorts. I was so focused on the sound of my wife's voice, that I didn't hear the zipper. I realized too late that Hannah had fished out my cock and was now stroking it. The bite on the ear didn't hurt. "Fuck me, Daddy. I need this so bad," my daughter cooed in my ear. I was just about to push her away, when she bent forward and inhaled my half-hard cock into her mouth.

"OH FUCK." It had been more than two decade since I had a woman other than my wife sucking my dick. I instinctively arched my back and raised my cock up to my daughter's mouth.

"What is it, dear?" My wife asked what was going on and I could barely get the words out. I watched my daughter's blonde head bob up and down and let the warm and wet embrace of her mouth surround my cock.

"Good, I'll keep Emma here at the mall for a couple of hours. Take our daughter down to the basement and help her out." With that my wife hung up the phone.

My mind was telling me this is wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't get over the feeling of pure lust. It didn't help that my dick was getting harder and longer by the second. I could feel Hannah's firm grip on my shaft as her tongue licked the underside of my swollen head. What made it worse was the fact that I put my hand on the back of her head without thinking. I wanted her to take more of it, just like her slut of a mother.

I couldn't say anything. All I could do was watch as my cock disappeared into my daughter's

mouth only to reappear a second or two later. I don't know how long I sat there as she sucked my cock, but eventually she released it and kissed me.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy." I watched as my pregnant daughter stood up and pulled me out of the chair by my hand. Finally standing, Hannah grabbed me by the cock and started leading me out of the office while stroking it.

Walking down the stairs was a little awkward as Hannah continued to hold my cock like a child holding a new toy. Hannah pulled me into the center of her room and got up on her tiptoes to try and kiss me. She used her left hand to pull my face down to hers as she kissed me again. The kiss wasn't the type a child may give a parent, instead her tongue probed my mouth. Hannah's hand kept a firm grip on my cock as she continued to stroke me — if I was ever going to resist fucking my own child, that time had come and gone.

I grabbed Hannah's firm breasts and played with her nipples. She in turn moaned into my mouth. It was Hannah who eventually broke off the kiss. She let go of my cock and started pulling my shirt over my head. As I'm about six inches taller than my daughter, I helped get it over my head.

"I can do this, Dad. In case you didn't notice, I've fucked before." Hannah slapped my hand away as I offered to help undo the button on my shorts. She undid the button and let my shorts fall to the floor. I had the sudden realization that I was standing stark naked in my daughter's room.

"You have a nice dick, Daddy." I couldn't believe my ears as Hannah started stroking me again.

"Fuck, baby...that feels so good." At this point there was no turning back, I was going to fuck my daughter. "Let go of Daddy for a second."

I pulled Hanna's lingerie off and bent forward, taking her exposed nipple into my mouth. I wasn't surprised when the nipple leaked milk into my mouth. It had been a long time since I'd tasted my wife's milk when she was pregnant, but it brought back memories.

"OH, Daddy. That feels so fucking good." Hannah closed her eyes as I continued sucking on her breast. Giving in to temptation, my left hand went over my daughter's swollen belly and down to the small patch of blonde hair. It was damp and I could feel the curls of it envelop my finger as I slid over her mound down to her swollen slit.

Hannah called out then I slid one and then two fingers into her wet hole. "FUUUCKKK." Hannah grabbed my head, pulling my face deeper into the swollen breasts.

My animal instincts took over as I started fingering my daughter in the middle of her room. Her swollen clit was easy enough to find and soon I started rubbing circles on the swollen button.

"FUCK, DADDY." Crying out again, my daughter's body shook for a few seconds.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and let her nipple escape my mouth. "Let's get you comfortable, Hannah." I led my daughter to the bed, telling her to lay down on her back.

I kissed my daughter's tits, taking each one into my mouth and sucking until milk came out. She cooed. My tongue ran down the center of her belly, kissing it as I worked my way down to her pussy. I could smell the muskiness of her wet blond curls.

Hannah reached forward and grabbed the back side of her knees as she spread herself open for me. The taste was intoxicating. It was sweet as I ran my tongue along her wet slit. "FUCKKKK, DADDY," my daughter cried out and arched her back as best she could when my tongue found her swollen clit.

Hannah was wet and tasty. With the broad part of my tongue, I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top. The tip of my tongue did small circles around her swollen clit. My daughter would moan and then I'd start at the bottom again. I held up her legs as well, spreading her wide open so I could see her shaved mound. I licked faster as she moaned more, eventually focusing my attention on her swollen clit.

"FUUUUUCCKKK, DADDY!" Hannah's body shook and she let go of her legs and grabbed her swollen tits.

I pulled my face from my daughter's dripping pussy and looked up at her glazed-over eyes.

The last tremors rumbled through her body. "Daddy, I need your dick in me."

In all my life I'd never thought I'd hear my daughter utter those words, nor did I think that I'd actually consider such a request. Yet, here I was, naked in my oldest daughter's room with my steel hard dick less than a foot from her dripping hole.

Luckily, her bed was just the right height that I could pull her ass to the edge of the bed as she lay on her back and spread her legs. As I stood there, my cock a few inches from her wet hole, I asked her if she really wanted me to do this and said there is no way to undo this if I shove it in her.

"JUST FICK ME ALREADY, DADDY."

OH My God...she is so wet and tight, I thought to myself as I pushed all eight inches of my cock into my daughter.

"FUUUUUCCCK," was all that Hannah could say as she arched her back and grabbed the sheets.

I started stroking in and out of Hannah, picking up speed with every stroke. I looked down and I couldn't see her blue eyes, as they were closed as she quietly moaned, "Fuck," repeatedly. I was on the inward stroke when her body started convulsing with a massive orgasm. "FUUUCKING HELL," was followed with a massive squirt of pussy juice onto my dick and balls.

Hannah's head leaned back ever farther as her back arched and she grabbed more of her duvet.

I pulled out of Hannah and told her to turn on her side. I got up behind her and spooned with her, sliding my dick in from behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing both of her tits and continued pounding her wet hole while kissing the side of her neck. "Baby, your pussy feels so good to Daddy."

Hannah reached behind, grabbing my hip in an effort for me to go deeper and faster. It would be a few more minutes before she cried out again from an orgasm.

After the latest orgasm, I told Hannah to roll over onto her elbows and knees. "Trust Daddy, sweetheart. You're going to like this." I rammed my dick balls deep into my daughter again. She in turn cried out and begged me to fuck her hard and fast. I grabbed her hips and proceeded to fuck my daughter with reckless abandon.

"FUUUUCK. FUUUUCING CHRIST" My daughter's body convulsed again and again.

I looked down and her sweaty blonde hair as her latest orgasm shot liquid all over my dick. I could feel I was close to the point of no return. In a moment of clarity, I realized that I was about to plaster the inside of my daughter's pussy with my seed.

The next thrust I could feel myself go over the edge. The thrust after that sent the first jet of seed deep into my daughter.

"FUCK, DADDY...GIVE IT TO ME."

I thrust again and more seed spewed into my daughter.

"MORE, DADDY!"

Another thrust and another stream of cum dumped into my daughter. It would be three more thrusts before my balls emptied and I withdrew my cock from Hannah.

I pulled my dick out of my daughter and told her to roll over onto her side. I laid down, my face a few feet from hers. She was breathing heavy as she tried to talk. I couldn't say much, since I'd done most of the cardio work.

"Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better." We chatted a moment, before Hannah grabbed my hand, placing it on her belly. "Your granddaughter is moving around." Hannah proceeded to grab my cock and stroke it. "I think she likes it when Grandpa fucks Mommy."

It was at that moment that it hit me — I'd fucked my daughter and enjoyed it.

We talked for about thirty more minutes. We didn't mention what we'd just done, rather about the baby coming in four weeks. I looked up at the clock and realized that it would be less than an hour before my wife and other daughter came home from the mall. It may only take me a few minutes to get cleaned up, but it would take Hannah longer. I kissed my daughter, this time in a more fatherly way before I pulled on my clothes and left Hannah to get cleaned up.

Cherice and Emma were gone longer than anticipated, coming back around five in the evening. They stopped for takeout, teriyaki chicken, which had been Hannah's go-to meal in the last month of her pregnancy.

As we sat around the table, my wife just smiled at me. I smiled back, with unspoken body language that I'd accomplished what she wanted me to do.

It was just after ten in the evening when everyone separated, heading to their respective rooms. I brushed my teeth as my wife climbed into bed. I joined her a few minutes later, wondering if she was going to say anything to me.

"Did you have a good afternoon?" My wife's hand wrapped around the base of my cock as a finger played with the underside of my shaft.

"Yeah, I did." I knew my wife wanted the details, but I wasn't going to give them up right away.

She continued to stroke my cock as she asked me questions with a strong innuendo about sex.

In the end, she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it. I watched as my dick slid in and out of her mouth. It felt different than when Hannah had done it earlier in the day.

"Did Hannah suck you?" My wife pulled her mouth off my cock long enough to ask me the question. I told her yes and then she started licking my balls, taking each one into her mouth.

"Did you empty these into her pussy? Did you fill your daughter with cum?" My wife looked me in the eyes as she asked me the question. I told her yes. She bit her lip. "You have no idea how wet I was at the mall. All I could think about is you fucking Hannah with your big dick."

My wife climbed up onto my lap, taking all eight inches deep into her body. "I hope you're ready, mister. Your daughter is going to need to get fucked at least once a day. You better sleep well at night, since you're now going to have to meet the needs of two women."​