Bred By Daddy (Breeding - Daddy Fantasies)
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Janet’s world came apart when an IED in Afghanistan injured her stepfather. Her imagination ran wild before he came home. His broken arms and legs were almost a relief.
She promised herself that she’d care for his every need. The first bath told her that meant the most intimate needs, too. Would he let her give him what he needed? Would he give her the baby she wanted?
Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves the willing impregnation of a woman by her stepfather. All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen and are not biologically related to one another.
There is a less taboo version available in which the characters are not stepfather and stepdaughter titled Bred By Her Dad’s Best Friend.
Janet stepped in front of him and considered the logistics. “Shoes first, then your shirt. Pants last. I’ll grab some shorts and a fresh shirt for you.” She suited deeds to words and went up for the clothes first. She also grabbed some body wash, towels, and a small loofa. A bucket from the cleaning closet completed her impromptu shopping list.
He eyed the bucket. “What’s that for?”
“Hello? Sponge bath.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “This is humiliating. Can’t I just take a shower? You could wash me through the curtain.”
“Seriously? Can you be more old fashioned? I’ve seen men in an unclothed state before.”
“Yes, but they weren’t your father.”
“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy.” She filled the bucket half-full with warm water and brought it back to the bed. She grabbed a chair from the kitchen and set it in front of Jack. “Let me get your shoes, and then we’ll strip you.”
She helped him move to the wooden chair after she had his shoes off. His shirt and under shirt came off easily enough. The sight of his chest, covered in graying hair, had the embarrassing effect of arousing her a little. Not like the guys from earlier, but she was more aware of her stepfather as a man than she’d ever been before. He kept in shape and his shoulders and chest bulged with muscle. Her fingers itched to rub his skin.
Wow, it had been too long.
She undid his belt and pulled his trousers off. His legs were in even better shape than his chest. Now her mouth was watering and she had to contain a growing heat between her legs. Part of her didn’t care he was her stepfather. It only saw a very handsome older man.
Janet took a deep breath, wrapped his casts in trash bags, and started his sponge bath.
His face, shoulders, and back were easy enough, except she found herself using her bare hand on his chest to spread the suds. The slick feel of his skin made her heart race. If he didn’t like her touching him, he didn’t mention it.
The closer she got to his underwear, the moister she got. She knew this was wrong, but it excited her like nothing ever had before. Every guy she’d been with had been compared to the ultimate man in her life, and found wanting in some way.
She’d also have had to been blind to miss how it affected Jack, too. His underwear was starting to rise. It took all her willpower not to stare at his erection, but it lit her pussy on fire.
Janet dropped to her knees and washed his legs. His toned muscle felt rock hard under her touch. Without being obvious, she took measure of his erection. Jack had nothing to be ashamed of. It looked long and thick. Substantially thicker than any man she’d been with.
When she finished his legs, she wrestled with her conscience and decided that they both needed a little relief. After all, he couldn’t take care of that monster himself, could he? It would be cruel to leave him high and dry.