INCEST- BOARD

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Chapter 124 - A Baby in the House

"Mom? Got a second?" Amanda called from he family room. She and John had
guests over and as she'd learned to do, Jen was staying out of the way
by puttering around the kitchen.

"What is it, dear?" she asked as she entered the room. She looked up and
saw Amanda standing across the room, holding a tiny baby. John was
standing beside and a little behind her. Both of them had huge smiles on
their faces.

Jen stopped cold in the doorway and put her hand to her mouth. 'Oh god!'
she thought then she realized it wasn't Amanda's baby. It took her a
while longer to notice Elaine Harper and her husband sitting on the
couch.

"I thought you'd want to see Elaine's little girl," her daughter said.
"Isn't she the cutest baby you've ever seen."

"Yes, uh, yes."

"Would you like to hold her, Mom?"

"Uh, no," Jen said, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "My hands are
dirty."

"So, go wash them," Amanda said. "They'll be here for a while. We
invited them to stay for dinner."

"Which reminds me," John said. "I've got to get the grill started. Love,
ya, babe." He gave Amanda a quick kiss before he left.

"Love ya, too," Amanda called reflexively to his back. John raised his
hand in acknowledgement.

"Can I help, Mr. C?" Greg asked as he followed John out of the house.

"Go on, mom," Amanda prodded. "Go wash your hands."

Jen shook her head and slowly went to her room. As she scrubbed her
hands she didn't see her own reflection in the mirror. Instead she saw
the image that had greated her in the family room; John standing behind
Amanda holding the baby. It looked so natural and yet it terrified her.

She grabbed the sink and took a few deep breaths before she had the
courage to leave the saftey of her room. Amanda was sitting now but
still holding the baby. As soon as she saw her mom she stood and offered
her mom the child.

"Uh, it's up to Elaine, dear," Jen objected.

"It's okay, Mrs. C.," the baby's mother assured her. "You can hold her.
I don't mind at all."

Slowly Jen held out her hands and received the blanket wrapped bundle.
Only a tiny face was visible through the pink folds of soft cloth. As
she nestled the baby to her bossom, Jen felt an odd sense of calm.

"This is the blanket I got you," Jen realized after a second.

"I think you're right, Mrs. C.," Elaine replied. "Well, now that's
strange. Honestly, I just grabbed the top one off the clean pile. I'm
still finding places to put all the great stuff you got me for my
shower."

"Good thing we had it when we did, huh?" Amanda observed. "It's a little
messy around here now."

"It's a little different," Elaine said with dry humor in her voice.

The carpet was gone and the new hardwood flooring was stacked by where
the entertainment center used to be. That was gone too and the wall
behind it was torn out as well, opening into the dining room.

"We're going to put a built-in setup over there," Amanda explained.
"And, well, you see the flooring. I've ordered the furniture but it
won't be here for three months. I've got the fabric samples around here
somewhere if you'd like to see."

"What are you guys doing in here?" Greg asked from just inside the patio
doors. "It's perfect outside."

"She's already had more sun than she should have, Greg," Elaine told her
husband. "When the sun gets lower, we'll be out."

"Uh, I can watch the baby for a while, if you want, that is?" Jen
offered before she even thought.

"Sure, Mrs. C," Elaine accepted. "She's due for a nap pretty soon any
how. If she fusses just yell."

"I'm sure Brianna will yell loud enough for you to hear," Amanda joked.

"Is that her name, Brianna?"

"Yeah," Elaine admitted. "We promised to name him after Greg's dad,
Brian, but..."

"A girl named Brian would get picked on at school," Jen laughed.

Amanda hadn't taken her eyes off Brianna until that second, but at the
sound of her mom's laughter her eyes darted up to Jen's face. She looked
happier than she had ever looked. It was simple joy, with out worries
about what people would think or how she'd lost something.

"Come on, Elaine," Amanda prodded. "She's in good hands. Mom never
dropped me, ya know."

"Okay, but call me if she fusses, Mrs. C. I'll be right outside."

"We'll be fine, won't we Brianna?"

As the two girls left the house Jen carried Brianna into her room and
sat on the old rocker Amanda had found at an antique store when they
redecorated her room. She hadn't sat in it before but somehow with a
baby in her arms she felt drawn to the chair.

"You are a quiet one," she said. "But I see no sign of a nap in your
eyes. Too much to see and learn, huh?"

She started humming softly as she rocked. Little Brianna finally started
to get sleepy, her eyes getting heavy. When the infant was fast asleep
Jen gently stood and carried her out to the family room and carefully
laid her in her carrier.

The sound of conversation drifted in from the patio but Jen had no
desire to join them. Instead she picked up a magazine and started
reading, pausing every few paragraphs to check on Brianna.

"Oh, she's sleeping," Jen heard the girl's mother say. "You're really
good with her."

"She's a lovely child, Elaine."

"Thank you," she sighed. "Well, it's not so bright out there. I think
she'll be okay on the table under the big umbrella."

"Alright," Jen replied as mother and daughter left. The room seemed
suddenly darker and Jen no longer felt like reading her article. She got
up and started fixing a salad in the kitchen.

"Hey mom," Amanda called from the patio door. "Come on out and join the
party."

"I'm fixing a salad for dinner, dear," she answered.

"Want some help?"

"Okay, get the spinich cut up."

"Sure," Amanda said coming in and getting a knife. "Elaine looks so
happy. Of course, Bree is a cute baby."

"Yes, but then they all are cute at that age."

"You liked holding her, didn't you?"

"Oh, I guess. I haven't held a baby for a long time."

"Well, you'll have lots more chances soon." Amanda hadn't looked up and
when Jen turned and bored holes in her back with her eyes her daughter
didn't even notice. She went on, "cause I love babies. I'd love to see
lots of babies here all the time. In fact, I think you'll have lots of
chances to hold a baby real soon."

"What are you talking about, Amanda?" Jen said, struggling to keep her
voice even.

"Huh? Oh, well, I told Elaine I'd babysit for Bree. She's not ready for
that, 'course. But in a few months I'm sure she and Greg will want to
get out on their own. I know we'd go nuts if we couldn't go out and
stuff. I told her she could count on me to help."

"Oh," Jen said, breathing easier. "I... I guess that would be okay."

"I wouldn't expect you to help, but..." Amanda turned and face her mom.
"I see how good you are with babies and I'd love to learn what you
know."

"Hmmpf," Jen grunted quietly. "Well, let's get this salad done. I think
John is almost ready to put the steaks on."

Amanda carried out a stack of plates while her mother carried the salad.
They found John and Greg minding the grill while Elaine sat at the table
with Bree. The baby was still sleeping and everyone was keeping their
voices muted.

"She sure sleeps alot," Amanda observed.

"They all do at that age," her mother told her. "Eat and sleep. That's
about it."

"And pee and poop," Elained added. The baby had just made a curious sort
of smile and awakened. "I've learned what that face means."

"Amanda made the same face," the older woman said.

"What are you talking about?" Amanda wanted to know.

"Bree just made a dirty diaper, dear," her mother instructed her.

"A big one from the feel of it," Elaine commented as she lifted her
daughter out of the carrier and went into the house to change her.

"That's gotta be gross," Amanda said when Elaine was gone. "Wet diapers
are okay, I did a few of Bree's when we were over to see her last week,
but wiping it off her little tushy... Yuck!"

"It's not so bad when it's your own baby," Jen said. "You just do what
you have to do."

"I suppose. But that's not something I'm looking forward to when I'm a
mom."

"You'll do fine," her own mother said with out thinking. Amanda just
smiled and Jen knew that the girl was thinking about babies and not just
other people's babies. She felt cold and weak but before she could say
anything or even just sulk away, Elaine called from the kitchen.

"Mrs. C? Where can I put this?" Elaine held the bag with the dirty
diaper up for all to see.

"I... I'll show you," Jen said and headed into the house. By the time
she returned Amanda was hanging on John's arm as Greg described fixing
some big jet engine. Unable to confront her daughter, she busied herself
with setting out the plates. She was just finishing when Elaine brought
Bree back out. Dinner was ready and everyone sat down to eat.

By the time the guests left Jen had forgotten about Amanda's off handed
comment about being a mom some day but as she got ready for bed it came
back to her. As it did the image of her holding a baby and John standing
behind her came back too. The image didn't frighten her as much now but
it was just as troubling. It's going to happen, she knew. Some day,
hopefully a long time from now, Amanda would be standing there with a
baby and it wouldn't be a friend's

She sat in her rocker for the second time. It wasn't an infant that
needed the comforting brought on by rocking gently back and forth, it
was Jen. It worked too, as it had for little Bree, Jen soon felt her
mind relax and she was able to get herself ready for bed.

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Chapter 125 - Wheels

Jen answered the door. It was 'the gang' as John and Amanda called them,
their young friends, Cloe, Martin, Sam and Jake. "Hi, Mrs. C. We came to
see Amanda's new car," Sam said as spokesperson for the group. "Are they
home?"

"Amanda!" she shouted from the door. She got now response so she went to
the bottom of the stairs and yelled even louder. "AMANDA!"

"What is it Jen?" John asked. He was in his bathrobe.

"Your little friends are here," she said sarcastically.

"Tell them we'll be down in a minute," he said and turned back to the
master bedroom. "Hey! Sweetie! The gang's here."

"Shit! What timing," Jen heard her daughter say. "Okay. Where did you
throw my top?"

Jen went back to the door and let the teens in. "She'll be down in a
minute."

She prayed they had the sense not to come down together but it wasn't to
be. John was right behind his daughter as they bounded down from their
little love nest to visit with their friends.

"Hey guys!" Amanda called out when she saw them. "We weren't expecting
you."

"We didn't interrupt anything, did we?" Sam asked. Jen turned around in
shock. Did these kids know about John and Amanda? She didn't catch
Amanda cut off that line of discussion with a vigorous shake of the head
and a finger pointing at the kitchen. "Eh, we wanted to see your new
wheels," Jake said.

"Cool!" Amanda declared. "It's in the garage," John explained and led
the group through the kitchen. Jen watched for any guilty looks but
everyone acted completely normal.

"Oh," Jake said when John turned the lights on. "That's different."

"It's so big," Martin observed.

"It must be great for hauling groceries," Cloe added sarcastically.
Amanda's new car was a luxury SUV. Not the biggest but not small either.

"She's thinking ahead, guys," Sam said knowingly. "In a year or so
she'll need a car like this. Right Amanda? Unless you need it sooner."

"What's she talking about?" Martin asked Cloe. His girl whispered
something in his ear. "NO WAY!" the boy exploded.

"Some one want to fill me in?" Jake asked.

"They're planning a family," Sam explained.

"They are a family," the boy said with a quizzicle expression.

"You moron," Martin said. "Amanda's pregnant."

"No," Amanda said with a laugh. "I'm not."

"She's not YET, she means," Sam added. "But soon, right. You've been
talking about it for months now."

"No shit? You two gonna make a baby? Wow!" Jake was surprised.

"Eh, yeah," John admitted, "but keep it quiet. Jen doesn't know about
that yet and..."

"We want to ease her into the idea," Amanda explained. "Our just being
together is still hard on her, ya know?"

"I thought she was all cool with that," Martin said.

"She hasn't called the cops or nothing but, no, cool is too much to
ask," the girl told them. "Anyway, who wants to go for a ride?"

They piled into Amanda's car. Technically her learner's permit did not
allow her to drive if there were passangers in the car but John didn't
object when the girl sat in the driver's seat. He sat across from her
while the others piled into the back, Cloe and Martin behind them and
Sam and Jake in the far back.

John was getting used to Amanda driving. She was quite good but easily
distracted. He expected that to be a bigger problem than ever with their
friends talking and reaching up to the front to change the radio, but
Amanda concentrated on the road and earned a proud nod from her dad.

Back at the house everyone went out on the patio. At some point there
was a call for 'tunes' and Amanda went in the house to get her ghetto
blaster. She ran into her mom in the family room.

"Amanda," she said as her daughter passed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure mom," the happy teen replied, stopping and reversing course.
"Whatcha need?"

"Eh, I'd prefer if you and your dad were more discrete around your
friends."

"Oh, eh, sure..." the girl hemmed and hawed, looking over her shoulder
at the impromptu party outside. "I'd better get back out there. We'll
be, uh more discrete, promise."

Jen stood at the patio door and watched the three couples. She had seen
them like this numerous times in the past but her eyes saw things
differently now. Amanda and John were as affectionate with each other as
either of the other two couples. No, actually, they were more
affectionate. The others acted like typical high school couples. There
was intamcy but it stopped at a fairly shallow level.

For example, the girls were all sitting on their guy's laps. Sam and
Cloe looked just a bit uncomfortable but not Amanda. She owned John, as
any fool with eyes could tell. He too looked more relaxed than the young
teen boys.

Her only hope was that their young and inexperienced friends would not
be able to differentiate between the innocent closeness they shared with
their partner and the intense bond that existed between Amanda and her
dad.

While she watched one of the girls, Sam, turned her head and kissed her
guy. Cloe soon did the same but she saw Amanda and John refrained. Jen
breathed a sigh of relief and turned away.

She left just in time because not a minute later Amanda gave up trying
to be discrete and plastered her kisser on her dad and was soon engaged
in just as intense a make out session as any of the others.

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Chapter 126 - Gossip Prevention

"Want some lemonade, daddy?" Amanda asked after she wrapped a towel
around herself. John nodded as he vaulted out of the pool. His daughter
filled his glass with the last that remained in the pitcher. "Oh, did
you want some too, mom?" she asked after the fact.

"I'll go make some, dear," Jen offered, supressing a scowl. John and
Amanda were both still dripping from their just completed frolicking in
the pool and Jen didn't want them getting her kitchen wet. She set down
her magazine and took the pitcher into the house.

"Rub some lotion on my back, honey?" Amanda asked her dad as Jen left.

She hadn't even set the pitcher down when the bell rang. She opened the
door and found Gloria Santiago smiling at her.

"Jen! How are you? I was walking by and I thought, I haven't chatted
with you in the longest time."

"Eh, hi Gloria, want to come in?" she asked the neighborhood's biggest
gossip. Jen led her to the kitchen and started mixing a fresh pitcher
of lemonade.

"I see you've got a new car," Gloria started. "A mini van is an
interesting choice. I would have thought you'd be past that stage,
unless you are thinking about having another baby. You know lots of
women do that. Their children grow up and they start a second family.
Why Liz Brown over on Maple Road, she's, what forty-two and she's
expecting again. So, are you and John expecting?"

"Ah, no," Jen said. She could see them out there. John was giving Amanda
a very sensuos back rub and was now sitting astride her legs on one of
the concrete benches around the pool. "That's Amanda's car."

"Oh," Gloria responded. "Unusual for a girl her age to get a van."

"It's what she wanted," Jen explained as she offered Gloria a seat at
the table, making sure she faced away from the patio. John was still
rubbing Amanda's back in a very erotic way, but as Jen took a seat
opposite her neighbor he started pulling the ties of her bikini top
loose.

"How is your daughter? I haven't seen her around much."

"John's been taking her to the office. She's working there this summer."

"She's close to her father, isn't she?"

Jen studied Gloria's eyes to see if there was some deeper meaning to her
question. "Yes. She's become quite interested in his work."

She had to fight to keep her eyes away from the patio. Amanda had now
turned over and John was kissing and sucking on the teen's amble
breasts. She had her eyes closed and a happy grin on her face while her
fingers ran through her dad's hair.

"Why is that, I wonder?"

"Don't know," Jen answered. She had to change the subject. If Gloria
kept probing around like this she'd be cornered. "Oh, did you hear about
Mike and Christine?"

"No!" Gloria replied, now all ears for what promised to be some juicy
dirt.

Jen started to talk about the latest chapter in the life of the couple
everyone considered to be the closest thing to a soap opera they'd ever
encounter in real life. The tale of Mike's DUI arrest held Gloria's
attention which was good since John now had his shorts off and was
sitting on Amanda's stomach while she craned her head down and was
giving him oral sex in what Jen could only guess was a very
uncomfortable position, for her anyway. John had pushed Amanda's boobs
together and was tit-fucking her. His daughter kept her mouth open and
sucked on her dad's cock head every time it poked out of her cleavage.

"Well he was always a drunk," Gloria added. "You do know about the time
a few years ago when he broke his leg, don't you?"

Jen shook her head and prepared to hear Gloria tell the tale. She'd
actually heard it from Barb, Mike and Christine's next door neighbor, a
long time ago but things on the patio didn't look like they were going
to stop anytime soon and she had to keep Gloria talking.

She managed to respond at the appropriate points with nods and grunts
even though her attention kept being drawn to the expert blow job her
daughter was giving her dad. John was now on his back with Amanda
kneeling beside him. Jen saw the girl's tongue and lips make love to the
man's cock. It was disgusting but also amazingly erotic. The two were
very practiced at sex, as any observer would see. All the more reason to
keep Gloria from seeing them.

"Oh!" Jen exclaimed. Amanda had suddenly mounted her dad. Gloria thought
she was responding to her story and just nodded. "Yes," she said. "Isn't
that just disgusting?"

As she watched her daughter held her father's cock steady and then sank
onto it. She spent a minute or two squirming on his lap and then started
rising and falling. Each time the girl pushed her butt down dad's thick
pole would start to fold in half. Then it would straighten out with a
jerk, driving deep into the girl's hungry pussy. Jen involuntarily
jerked each time she saw her husband's cock go rushing into her
daughter.

She prayed that John would finish quickly since Gloria was getting to
the end of the story. She had a burst of hope when Amanda climbed off
him but his still rigidly hard cock told her they were just switching
positions. This could go on for a while yet.

"You know that's when he met that nurse," Jen added. Mike's affair with
the nurse half his own age had almost spilt the couple up, until he
found Christine in bed with the boy that cut their grass. Surely Gloria
would share some details she thought Jen hadn't heard, anything to keep
her from getting up just now.

"There were two nurses," Gloria informed Jen. She actually hadn't heard
that part. It made it easier to pay attention to the story but it also
meant Jen wouldn't be able to judge how much more Gloria had to say.
From the looks of the action outside it had better be a while yet.

John was rhythmically fucking his daughter. The bastard never lasted
that long with me, she thought. Jen realized that he was waiting for
Amanda to cum. "How thoughtful," she cursed silently. "Hurry you
asshole!" Now she prayed that either or both of them would finish soon.
Gloria seemed to be getting restless.

"Of course Christine knew about one of them," Gloria was explaining
about the nurses. "It wasn't until she found him with both of them at
the same time that she really got upset. But that's a whole other story.
My, look at the time."

Amanda was getting close, Jen could tell. She had wrapped her arms and
legs around her dad's back and legs and was humping herself up onto him
even as he pounded more violently into her. Finally the girl went wild.
Jen even heard a faint echo of her screams in the house she hoped her
neighbor wouldn't notice.

Gloria now looked at Jen, waiting for a response but she'd lost track of
the conversation as she watched her daughter's climax start. The best
she could do was smile innocently. If John didn't finish soon the secret
would be all over the neighborhood with in the hour.

Fortunately John didn't last much longer. Jen saw him slam his cock deep
into Amanda. He reared back and drove it in again. On the third stroke
he pulled out too far and Jen saw his cum spray all over the girl's
pussy. A final shot covered her stomach and the bottoms of her boobs.

Now they needed to get out of there but neither one seemed inclined to
interrupt their post-coital bliss. Amanda rubbed her dad's cum all over
her pussy, pushing large blobs of it into her with her fingers. "Get out
of there," she urged them with her thoughts.

Gloria got to her feet while the sated couple were still hugging and
kissing. Jen was ready to panic. If the woman turned around now she'd
see them, naked, kissing. Finally John picked Amanda up and carried her
to the pool where he jumped in, taking her with him.

Gloria turned to look out side when she heard the splash. The girl
squealed with delight as the two of them had started a playful
waterfight. "It's so nice to see a teen that gets along with her
parents," Gloria said honestly. "There would be much less trouble in
the world if more girls were like your Amanda."

Jen leaned heavily against the door once Gloria was gone. She was as
worn out from the stress as from any run she'd done in months. It took
her a while to recover but even after taking additional time to finish
making a fresh pitcher of lemonade she found John and Amanda still
frolicking in the water. Their bathing suits were lying on the patio.

Jen set the pitcher down and looked at the two lovers. They were
oblivious to what had almost happened. She wanted to scream but she
realized it wouldn't do a damn thing except get her that much more
upset. Instead she picked up the discarded swim suits and stood at the
side of the pool.

"Oh, thanks, mom," Amanda said, taking both her's and her dad's. She
held out John's trunks and said. "Here, daddy."

"What took so long, Jen?" John asked. She almost let him have it but
instead she restrained her rage and simply said, "Nothing you'd care
about."

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Chapter 127 - John's Choice

John closed the report on his desk and made a few notes on the cover. It
was automatic and his mind was already on something else. His mind was
always on something else these days. Always the same thing.

He'd promised Amanda she could have a baby. That had been a year ago on
that romantic day in Paris. Amanda had not pushed him but neither had
she allowed him to back out of his commitment. Lately she'd been
dropping hints that this might be the right time.

She was just finishing her sophmore year and Northridge Academy. Her
idea was to have the baby sometime during the summer break between her
junior and senior years. If it was a few months earlier than that it
would be okay, too. She wouldn't mind missing her finals and they both
knew her grades would be good enough to get a waiver on them. She could
finish the semester at home.

It made sense, as she'd explained gently. The school had a day care
center for students' babies. By the end of her senior year their kid
would be old enough for regular day care and she could start working
full time. She'd already decided to put off college for a while,
possibly a long while.

He was also getting older, or as she'd put it, more dignified. "Of
course any more dignified and you're going to be confused for being the
kid's grandpa," she'd said just the other night. He'd replied he would
in fact be the kid's grandpa but she simply slapped his chest and said,
"You know what I mean." She was still good natured about it but he could
tell she was getting impatient.

"What cha' thinking about honey?" she asked. She had entered his office
while he was musing and was now sitting on his desk. Her shapely legs
were crossed and one of her sexy pumps was dangling from her toes. At
times like this he wondered how he'd gotten so damn lucky as to have her
fall in love with him.

"Nothing," he lied. "What's next on my calender, sweetie."

"Lunch," she said.

"Really? It's that late?" She grabbed his hand and held his wrist up to
his face. His watch read 11:30. "Oh. Well, where would you like to go."

"Marco's," she said with a smile. Marco's was a new restaraunt near by
that she loved but he didn't. He scowled at her suggestion.

"Gosh, honey, don't you think we could go someplace else?"

"You're funny. You've completely forgotten that today's Wednesday,
haven't you?"

"Huh? No. I mean, so what?"

"You're having lunch with William at the club, silly. Elaine and I are
taking the admin staff to Marco's. I told you about it Monday, 'member?"

"Right! Right. Because they, uh, what was it they did again?"

"Got the new computers working with out causing any fuss. It was a big
deal, daddy. That's way I talked you into paying." The teen waved her
corporate credit card in front of his face. "Anyway, I've got to go.
Tell William I said hi. Mmmmm..." She kissed him with just enough
passion to get his loins stirring and then hopped off his desk and left.

John still tasted her kiss on his lips as he waited for William. That
only made it harder to think about anything but his promise to her. He
tried to think of all the reasons not to have a baby with Amanda and
they were many.

First, she was his daughter. Sleeping with her was one thing but making
a baby with her seemed much more serious. They'd been lovers for so long
now he rarely thought of her as his daughter. She was his soul mate and
partner in every part of life. Those rare days he had to travel with out
her he especially felt the pain of their seperation. But when he thought
about getting her pregnant he had to think about their biological
relationship.

There would be genetic risks, but Amanda had quietly been assuring him
the risks were small. She'd researched incest couples and their own
family history. There were no known genetic problems in either his or
Jen's families. There was little reason to suspect a child of theirs
would have a problem.

A bigger problem was that it would be hard to disguise who the father
was. Most of the office tacetly understood that there was a special
relationship between John and Amanda. Many of the newer and younger
employees called her Mrs. Carmichael and no one seemed interested in
correcting them. But if Amanda got pregnant he wasn't sure the people
they worked with would be so understanding. The same was even more true
at the club. For one thing, Jen went there every few months when her
friend Susan invited her to play the course and Amanda dragged her to
lunch there every once in a while. He wasn't sure what people at the
club thought his relationship with Amanda was but he feared what could
happen if someone looked too closely.

Jen was the biggest problem. He knew she still dreamed that someday
she'd get him back. Even if there never was a baby that would never
happen, but his wife (and she technically was still his wife) would not
accept that. She and Amanda had reached some better understanding and
there was less tension but all that would change if Amanda got pregnant.

Then there was the risk to Amanda herself. She was young, of course, but
lots of girls her age had babies. He was more worried that she could
have inherited the same condition her mom had. Jen's uterus had ruptured
late in her pregnancy with Amanda and she'd almost died. As bad as that
had been for him it would be a thousand times worse if it happened to
Amanda.

Other reasons, like being in his sixties when the kid graduated
highschool and such, were minor and he ignored them. Still there were
ample reasons for him to refuse and only one reason to give in.

Amanda wanted a baby. To be specific, she wanted his baby. More than
anything else she wanted his child to grow in her womb and to nurse at
her breasts. She wanted to take long walks with him in the park while
they pushed their baby's carriage. She wanted it more than anything else
in the world.

"There you are, John," he heard. "I've been looking for you." John
turned around and saw William Parker smiling at him.

"Oh, hey boss," he replied.

John couldn't stop thinking about Amanda and the baby issue. Even while
he attempted to hold an intelligent conversation with his friend and
mentor he was distracted to the point William asked about.

"Something on your mind, son?" he asked. William only called John 'son'
when he was more than a little concerned about him.

"Huh? Oh, I guess."

"At the office?"

"Not exactly."

"At home?"

"Mostly, I guess."

"That means Amanda. Is everything alright?"

"Sure! Never better."

"But something's bothering you, John. I've never seen you so distracted.
Is there something I can help with?"

John's first impulse was to lay his cards out for William as he would
have done with an ethical problem at the office, as he'd done countless
times in his early days at WCL. But this was very different and John
knew it. William tolerated his relationship with Amanda but never
accepted it. The fact that William considered him to still be a friend
was more than John had a right to expect.

"I... I don't know," John hedged. "It's not something I think you'd
find, well, easy to be objective about."

"Hell, boy, how long have you known me?" Being called 'boy' by William
meant he was getting annoyed at John. "When have I ever been anything
but objective? Did you mean to say it's something you might not like to
hear my opinion on? Hmmm?"

"No sir, I mean, well, partly. It's just, well, it's about Amanda and
me."

"I see."

"No, sir," John said with growing confidence. "With all respect, boss, I
don't think you do. I love her. I don't mean just that I love her. I'm
in love with her. As much as any man ever loved any woman, I love
Amanda. I'd do anything for her. Anything..." John's voice trailed off
as he started to realize exactly how deeply he meant that last comment.

"I think I had that figured out, son," William said. "I'm not real happy
with it but I have to concede it's worked for you. For you both, as a
matter of fact. You're both exceptional people and I guess that makes
exceptional situations less unacceptable."

"She wants a baby, sir," John blurted out. "My baby, to be specific."

"Oh." William was caught short for the first time in John's experience.
"Carol said that was going to happen but I'd doubted it. And do you want
this too?"

"Yes... and no. Or sometimes and not others. I promised it to her once
and now..."

"You regret making the promise?"

"That's the hard part. No. I wish I wasn't in this predicement but I
can't honestly say I regret promising it to her. She really wants it,
sir. More than anything."

"I'm sorry, John," William said, looking down at his hands.

"You think I should tell her I made a mistake?"

"Do you think you did?"

"No sir," John replied with resolve. "I guess... I guess I'm just..."

"Scared?" William asked. John nodded. "Hell right you are! You're no
idiot, John Carmichael. I don't need to tell you how much danger such a
thing would cause. But let me ask you this, you say you don't regret
making the promise. Do you want it? Do you want to, eh, make a baby with
her?"

"If only she wasn't... Well, you understand. In a heart beat. It's
just."

William lowered his voice until no one could possibly overhear him.
"She's your daughter, John. No matter all that's occured and you've
done. No matter what people accept, she's still your flesh and blood."

"If I told you it was a huge mistake, would you feel differently?"
William asked. John shook his head just enough to let his companion know
his feelings. "If I told you lots of people would disown you, revile
you, even call for your downfall, would you choose differently?"

"I don't think so," John replied honestly.

"If I told you I'd never speak to you again. You'd never see me or Carol
ever again if this happened, would that stop you?"

"I'm afraid not, sir," John said with grim determination. "I can't
honestly say it would."

"Well then I guess you don't need my opinion after all, do you? I'd say
you have your mind pretty much made up."

"Yes, sir," John said softly. "I'm sorry. I just can't choose you over
her."

"I'm not asking you to, John," William said, placing a kindly hand on
his arm. "Understand, I'm not saying it's okay. I think you're making a
huge mistake, the biggest. And when things blow up, which they very
likely could, I'm not going to be able to help you. But, I can't stop
being your friend just because you did this."

"Thank you sir," John said. "Thank you for, well, just being a friend."

That night John waited for Amanda to finish taking off her makeup.
Normally he'd have been in bed but this time he rested against the wall
behind her and admired her pretty face as she wiped it clean. He could
also see the peaceful smile on his own refection. He was still scared
but he'd made up his mind.

When she finished she turned around and waited for him to speak.
Obviously he had something to say. She didn't need two years of being
the man's soul mate to know that.

But he didn't speak for a while. He smiled. She realized he hadn't done
much of that in a while. She smiled back as her mood began to echo his
with out even knowing why he was happy. Then he came over and kissed her
where she sat. "I love you, Amanda Carmicheal," he said with a hand
resting softly on her smooth cheek. "More than I can ever say."

"I love you, too, daddy," she replied with a happy but expectant smile.

He opened her medicine cabinet and searched for her box of birth control
pills. Her eyes went wide when he pulled them out but she kept her
thoughts to herself. "I... I don't think you need these any more," he
said, handing them to her.

"Really?" she asked. Her voice was almost a squeek as she fought back
the urge to scream out her joy. "Are you sure?"

"I am," he said. "I'm scared but it's time."

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Chapter 128 - The Old Fashioned Way

John shook the last drops of pee off his tired cock and went to the sink
to wash his hands. His daughter was still lying on the bed, her ass
lifted off the matress with two pillows while she waited for his sperm
to swim deeper into the her body. She had explained, with convincing
earnestness, that this position had been shown to improve the odds of
conception.

He sighed and shook his head. It had become a chore, making love to
Amanda. He still had no problem performing but it was quickly losing the
intimacy they'd always shared in bed.

"I love you daddy," she called, sensing perhaps his discomfort. "I hope
it works, this time. It should. Everything is right."

For two months they'd been trying to concieve. At first he'd been
hesitant. After all, how can you not have a few fears and doubts when
it's your own sixteen year old daughter you're trying to get pregnant.
Even after being her lover for over two years it just felt different to
know that this time she wanted to get pregnant.

It wasn't like the first few frantic months when they'd had lots of
unprotected sex. The fact that Amanda could have gotten pregnant had
seemed at that time to add an extra thrill to the illicit nature of
their affair. But the reality of their current efforts was all too clear
to the man now.

Gradually doubt and hesitation gave over to frustration. They'd both
expected that all they had to do was get Amanda off birth control and
nature would do the rest. It hadn't happened that way. After the first
month with out success, Amanda started testing her cycle with ovulation
kits. When the test said she was fertile they'd done it as often as John
could get it up.

The first day it had been fun. Sex from morning to night. Jen had been
away at a race so they didn't even get dressed. Every few hours they'd
go back to their room and fuck. Surely, they thought, that should do it.

Just to make sure they tried to keep up that pace for a few more days.
After the second, however, John found that for the first time, sex with
Amanda wasn't the mind blowing experience it had always been. It wasn't
boring but it started to seem more like work.

She'd been frantic when things didn't work that month either. Perhaps
there was something wrong with his sperm. She insisted he switch from
briefs to boxers. No more caffine, either. No booze. She read books and
magazine articles and shared with him the excessively clinical
suggestions they contained for couples trying to have a baby.

So focused were they on getting pregnant that sex was no longer about
sharing the deep love they had for each other. They did it to get his
sperm into her womb. It was almost as if they were in a laboratory doing
some bizzare experiment.

John looked at his daughter again. He could see her through the mirror.
She was staring between her lifted legs, as if she could will his sperm
into finding her egg. It wasn't a very romantic image.

He checked the time. It was 9:00. They had to work the next morning but
that didn't matter to John.

"What 'cha doing, daddy?" she asked as he started tossing sexy underwear
and stockings onto the bed. He pulled the pretty red dress she'd gotten
in New York a few months back and her red sandals and added them to the
pile.

"We're going out," he explained. "We haven't been to a club or a bar in
weeks. Tonight we're going on a date."

"But it's late," she complained with an amused smile. "We have to work
tomorrow."

John stopped and turned to face her. "I don't care, sweetie. I need time
with you. We can't just keep fucking and not, well, make love. I miss
the tenderness, the fun. Come on. We'll call Elaine in the morning and
tell her we'll be a little late."

"You're serious," she said, seeing his face. She rolled to her side and
propped her head up with her hand. "Has it been that bad?"

"No..." he admitted. "Not really, but it's getting there. I don't want
to think of our time together like this. Come on. We'll go to that dance
club by the Marriott you like so much."

"Okay, but not in these heels," she said, picking up the strappy
sandals.

"Why not? I think they're pretty."

"Oh they are, but... Okay, I'll wear them but if I turn my ankle you're
carrying me around until it heals. They're awfully high for dancing."

"It's just that I think you're sexy in them, sweetie." John admitted
sheepishly.

"Then I'll have to wear them. That's kind of the whole point, huh?"

Jen had been shocked when they passed her in the family room on their
way out. Amanda explained they were going dancing as she followed her
very eager father to the car. She could see from the renewed bounce in
his step that their impromptu date was having a positive effect on him
already.

"You know," she said as he backed the car out of the garage, "this is
one advantage of sleeping with the boss I hadn't thought of before."

"What's that, honey?"

"If my boyfriend wants a hot night on the town I don't have to worry
about being late for work."

---

It was after 2:00 when they got home. They'd closed the dance club and
then taken a long walk in a deserted park. John had held her tight under
the light of a full moon and kissed her deeply. By then even Amanda had
to admit it had been an excellent and long over due idea.

He'd stopped and kissed her in the garage too. Then he picked her up and
carried her across the house. "Ugh," he grunted. "You're not as little
as you used to be."

"I guess, of course if things work out I'll be a lot bigger soon," she
said with her impish smile. "Just get me to bed. I want you, daddy."

With out another word he strode confidently to their room. They stood at
the side of the bed and kissed passionately for many long minutes before
John pulled the zipper in the back of her dress down. She let the
garment fall to the floor and then pulled his neck tie off and started
unbuttoning his shirt. As each button opened she kissed the freshly
exposed flesh of his chest.

When his shirt was off she smiled up at him and unbuckled his belt. "You
know I haven't sucked you in a long, long time. 'Member the first time,
in that dressing room?"

"Like it was yesterday."

She pulled his cock with out even getting his pants off. John kicked his
shoes off and started to work them off his legs but by then his
daughter's loving lips were around his shaft and he stopped to
concentrate on the intense pleasure she was giving him.

Her mouth was stuffed with his cock but her eyes kept smiling at him.
This was the love he'd started to miss. He did remember the first time
she'd looked at him like that. The intense love she showed that wild
afternoon at the mall. Her innocent desire to please him in every way.
It was overwhelming. And, of course, her cock sucking skills were
infinitely better now. He'd almost forgotten how good she was.

"Oh sweetie..." he moaned.

"Did you want me to finish you this way, daddy? You know, on my face and
in my hair?"

John almost came just from the erotic suggestion his sweet little girl
had made but by now he too felt the need to make a baby with this
wonderful person. His sperm weren't going to be wasted on her face
tonight.

He shook his head gently and lifted her chin. She understood and beamed
her brightest smile at him. She finished taking his pants off and then
let him help her to her feet. They kissed again. "Mmmmmm.... I love you,
daddy!" she whispered in his ear.

John picked her up again and set her in the middle of the bed. He
crawled between her legs in the same position he'd been the night he
first fucked her. If possible the passion was even hotter this night as
they shared a love that had grown deeper than either could ever have
imagined.

"I really want to do this with you, Amanda," he said, echoing the words
he'd spoken that fateful night over two years earlier. "Make a baby. I
know I've promised but now I want it as much as you."

"Oh daddy! Really? Oh..."

John fit the head of his cock into his daughter's pussy. He'd done this
countless times but it had never felt this way before. A newness had
accompanied his freshly admitted desire that gave deep significance to
the act. Slowly his long, thick shaft penetrated her amazingly tight
pussy.

Even her hands, resting comfortably on his back, evoked sensations of
sensual bliss. He was more alive than ever before in his forty-three
years. All his senses were atuned to Amanda and her body. He smelled the
bitter sweet aroma of her sexual excretions mixed with her expensive
perfume. He felt the smoothness of her creamy white thighs as his own
powerful legs started thrusting his cock into her. He heard her gentle
sighs that experience told him would soon build to contented moans and
then roaring screams of orgasmic release. His eyes beheld the most
beautiful woman in the world.

"I... I love you, Amanda," he said, chocking back tears of love and joy.
"I love you with all my heart."

"I love you too, daddy," she said. "Forever and ever."

John's pace quickened as he felt the growing excitement in both their
bodies. It had happened before but it always surprised him when he could
feel just how good it was for her. He'd never felt that with any other
woman, not even after almost twenty years with Jen.

"Oh yes..." she moaned. "Oh daddy... Yes!"

"So good... Oh honey... So good..."

"Yes daddy! OH! Yes! Close! Yes! YESSSSSSS!!!"

As Amanda's orgasm consumed her flesh he felt an intense tightness in
his balls. His body tensed up too but release was delayed. It built over
many seconds of growing pressure and then...

"OH GOD! YES! YES!" A hot blast of cum flooded his daughter's pussy. He
pulled back and then drove his rock hard cock into her again as the
second spurt was unleashed. Again. Three times. Four times. Finally
after seven hard spurts into the teen's hungry body he was spent. His
cock continued to jerk in micro-spasms but his balls were empty and had
no more cum to shoot.

"Oh daddy..." she cried but he kissed her before she could continue.
They'd both felt it. This had been so different. He'd cum more and
harder than ever before. Her pussy was still pulsing around his slow to
soften shaft. "mmmmmmm."

"Do you feel it, daddy?" she asked. "I think... Oh this feels so
different."

"Yes, sweetie," he said with a happy smile. "I felt it too."

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Chapter 129 - Success!

Ever since the wild night almost two weeks earlier Amanda had suspected
she'd be late this month. Her unwelcome monthly friend was due to arrive
on that day. Sometime in the morning, she figured, if it kept to its
usual rigid schedule.

As they got ready for work, neither her nor her dad made any mention of
the possibility that this month things might be any different. She'd
discovered that he was almost as aware of her cycle as she was but he
gave no hint that he was in any way excited about the news this day
could bring.

She blamed a bit of nausea she felt on nerves instead of building it
into morning sickness. She barely managed to force down a piece of toast
and half a cup of coffee before they left. She even made sure to pack a
few tampons in her purse, just in case.

The ride to the office was outwardly routine. They discussed John's
schedule and talked about weekend plans and such. But in the background
was the anticipation that soon they'd know, possibly, if their hopes had
been fulfilled.

"Morning, Mr. C," Elaine greated them as they came in. "Morning Amanda."

"Morning Elaine," John said as he passed. Amanda put her purse into her
desk and then logged into her computer.

"Morning Amanda," Elaine repeated when the girl seemed to ignore her.

"Oh! Morning," Amanda said. She smiled at Elaine and went back to work.

"What's up?"

"Huh? Nothing. At least I don't think anything's up. Why?"

"You're very distracted."

"Am I? Sorry."

"No problem. Are you getting the stuff for your trip to Rome ready?"

"Huh? Oh, sure. I'll do that."

Elaine gave the girl a hard stare that was completely missed. Something
was up but she couldn't say what. It'd come out eventually, she knew.
Amanda was terrible at keeping secrets about herself. About other people
she was impossible to crack, but if she had news about herself it hardly
ever remained hidden for more than a few hours.

Amanda got into the routine of her day and slowly the thought that she
might soon find out was pushed far enough into the back of her mind that
she was able to ignore it. By lunch even Elaine had stopped trying to
figure out what was going on.

John had a lunch meeting so Amanda went to eat with Elaine. As they rode
the elevator to the garage she started thinking about it again. She was
late, but only by a few hours. Certainly it wasn't enough to get excited
about yet but if she hadn't started her period by the next morning she'd
take the pregnancy test she had waiting in her medicine cabinet.

She'd bought it even before they'd started trying to get pregnant. It
was, what, six months old now. She started to wonder if there was an
expiration date on it. She didn't know. "Hey Elaine?" she asked.

"Yes?" the older girl replied. Then Amanda realized how she'd almost
goofed up again. She'd promised John she'd keep this private until they
had real news to share.

"Oh, eh, how's Brianna doing?"

"Fine but that's not what you were going to ask, was it?"

"Of course it was," Amanda said defensively. "You know how much John and I love that little girl of yours. We haven't seen her in a while and I
was just wondering how she's doing."

"You saw her last week when I took her to the doctor. We stopped by the
office on our way home, remember."

"Oh right."

"Out with it, girlfriend. It's 12:08 and we don't have to be back to the
office until 1:00. You know I'll get the truth out of you by then so why
fight?"

"I promised. Until there was news, I'd..."

"How late are you?"

"Huh? How... I mean, no. What?"

"Not even thirty seconds. That might be a personal best. So you think
you're pregnant, huh?"

"What makes you say that?" Amanda asked. Elaine just smirked at her.
Slowly the teen's resolve failed and she smiled back. "Well, maybe."

"So, how late are you?"

"A few hours."

Elaine was laughing so hard when the elevator opened people in the lobby
turned to stare. "A few hours? You're kidding me, right? Unless you're
one of those freaks that can set their watch by your..." She saw Amanda
raise her eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"I can't say exactly, but, yeah. It feels different this time."

"Is this a good thing or not a good thing?" Elaine asked. Amanda's smile
was all the answer she needed.

On the way back to the office they stopped at a drug store and picked up
a fresh pregnancy test kit, just to be sure. As her flow hadn't started
all day Amanda was getting increasingly excited. By dinner she was so
giddy even her mom noticed.

"Sit still," she ordered the girl as if she was still six instead of
sixteen. "You're squirming like there's bugs in your panties."

"Sorry, mom," she said.

She managed to make it through dinner with out further attention but she
found she couldn't work on the bills like she'd planned. She booted the
computer in the library but kept looking at the many pregnancy related
web sites she'd bookmarked over the past few months. She gave up and
tried to watch TV with her dad.

"Elaine figured it out," she confessed. "I'm sorry. No one else knows."

"It's okay, sweetie. I figured she'd get it out of you. She tried to
weedle it out of me too. I guess we were acting a bit funny today."

"I'm still late," she said. Somehow sharing it with him calmed her
nerves. She was still excited but it wasn't a distraction now. "We got a
test at the pharmacy. If I haven't started by the morning I'll pee on
the stick."

"Okay," he said and squeezed her tight. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't think so, except to love me."

"You know I'll do that. Right, sweetie?"

"Yeah," she replied, resting her head comfortably on his chest. "That's
what'll make this so perfect."

They made love that night. John found himself holding back a little. It
was like he needed to be extra careful in case their actions could harm
the baby. He knew that wasn't really possible but somehow he couldn't
bring himself to slam his cock hard into his daughter when she might be
carrying his child. She seemed to understand and didn't try to coax him
to fuck her harder as she usually would have done.

The next morning he heard her get quietly out of bed. He waited until
she was on the toilet before he followed. They looked at each other as
she reached between her legs and positioned the test stick. She'd done
the same basic move with the ovulation test numerous times but this just
felt different.

He heard her pee splashing into the toilet. She put the cap on the test
and looked for a place to set it. The other kits she'd set on the floor
while she wiped but somehow she couldn't bring herself to be so casual
about this thing. John took it from her and set it on the vanity.

Amanda washed her hands and then hugged him. Neither one so much as
peeked at the test. They had to wait two minutes which seemed an awfully
long time under the stress of anticipation. Finally John spoke up.

"It should be time," he said but still neither of them had the courage
to look. He reached over and picked the test up and held it between
them. With a nod from his daughter they both looked down.

In the little window was a plus sign. Amanda blinked. It didn't change
but she blinked again. Then she looked up at John's face. He was smiling
broadly but still she wasn't convinced. It had been so much work to get
to this point it seemed anticlimactic that a simple plus sign would
change their lives forever. She looked down again.

"Oh daddy..." she cried. He kissed the top of her head. She looked up
and kissed him hard. The flood gates of her emotions were opened and she
was suddenly afraid, excited, and more than anything joyfull.

"I love you, sweetie," he said.

"Oh daddy... It's positive. I'm really going to have a baby."

John had a sudden urge. He set the test gently on the counter and
picked his daughter up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his hard
cock bumped against her ass until it found her opening. Then he let her
down gently until his hot shaft was embedded fully in her. "I love you,
honey. Mmmmmm..."

They kissed, standing in the bathroom. She flexed her long, shapely legs
and lifted her ass a few inches up his pole. Then she relaxed and let it
sink back into her. Then they kissed for a while longer. Then he lifted
her with is powerful hands and then softly let her back down. She pushed
up with her legs and now added her hands on his shoulders. As she eased
herself back down he pushed up with his hips. Soon they had their
familiar rhythm established. Each stroke got harder and hotter as their
love making began to express the increadible devotion they felt for each
other.

"OH YES!" Amanda criead. She wasn't cumming yet but the love she felt
for her dad was so powerful she just had to scream. He covered her lips
with his and kissed her even as they continued to fuck with accelerating
energy and passion. Their tongues plunged deep into each other's mouths
in sync with his cock driving hard into her pussy.

John felt her scream into his mouth as she came. He held her tight as
her body flailed about. Then he slammed his cock hard into her and
released a powerful blast of cum.

"Oh... Oh daddy..." she moaned and then she laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked as his still semi-rigid cock remained deep
inside her.

"You're going to be a daddy, daddy," she giggled.

"I know," he said. "And you, my sweet, are going to be a mommy."

"Right. And I guess... Oh god, that's going to make mom a granny. Oh my,
is she going to be pissed."

"Are you sorry?"

"No!" she said instantly. "It's just, well, I know this is going to be
real hard on her."

"We'll tell her together, honey. But not yet. I want to keep this to
ourselves for a bit."

"Of course," she said. "Besides, we really should wait until a doctor
says it's true."

"Okay, but make the appointment today," he requested. "Then we're going
out to celebrate."

Amanda smiled at him as she slid off his nearly soft cock. She'd have to
tell Elaine but no one else would know. He'd understand and Elaine would
keep her mouth shut.

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

That wasn't so bad. So I gues that means that John is the baby's father and grandfather, Jen is the Grandmother and Steppmpm, and Amanda is the baby's mother and sister. That is giong to be one confused kid! Very Happy

I know that many of you will still want some form of closure so here it is:

And they lived happily ever after! The End.

That is all that I have anyway so I hope you enjoy it and have a happy New Year!

If anyone wants the pictures, I have about a dozen or so that are too big to post; John and amanda doing it in the kitchen, the guest room discovery, paris, hawaii, work etc.

I will need an e-mail though.

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1338 Location: USA

Thanks for the add ons! I did notice that its a new author, a bit short on the sex side of the story.

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1338 Location: USA

mephistopheles · Joined: 29 Dec 2006 Posts: 49

I think your going to laugh at this one Travelingman;

I just checked the other site that I got this from and the last chapters were indeed posted by freescott.

What is really interesting though is who made the last post informing everyone that he was no longer going to write anymore. It was someone named...

Travelingman!!! Very Happy

I'll give you the link if you want it, I got a bit of a chuckle when I saw it though.

Meph

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1338 Location: USA

jalopy · Guest

Thanks so much for posting this story! As you've said, the accompanying graphics are extremely well-done. I only wish I could see the missing artwork. Again, thanks for taking the time and effort to post this magnum opus.

bambam64us · Guest

That was a great story. What would have been good was the reaction from her mother, The reactions from their friends,What did the office think & last but not lest, did the love for each other grow.I would like get the pics to this great story

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1338 Location: USA

Per your question on how mom handled it at first!

Later in the story she accepts the relation and even assists in their relationship.

The office, at least the higher-ups seemed to accept it, friends were both horrified and pleased. And based on the extended story it continued for many years....