A Lost Daughter Ch. 24 - Sex Stories

A Lost Daughter Ch. 24

... it so surprising that she would have been so vehement about her sobriety while pregnant. The only thing she allowed herself, much to my delight, was unfettered indulgence of nicotine. At first, she expressed interest in possibly switching to vaping while pregnant, but Amber reassured her that it wasn't necessary, and the side-effects smoking had on a pregnancy were massively overblown.

Perhaps it was the fact that she was a nurse, her mother, or simply because Sienna didn't want to give up her beloved Newports, but she accepted Amber's words as gospel and immediately discarded the idea of vaping. In truth, with how devious Amber was I didn't know if she believed what she was saying or not. There didn't seem to be an end to the depths of her depravity, which both terrified and excited me on a regular basis. I wasn't about to break out any research papers from the American Lung Association however, I was more than happy to enjoy the next nine months of a pregnant, chain-smoking Sienna in relative ignorance.

One thing that had occurred to me while sitting at my desk, failing to get anything done, was how this was going to change Sienna's body. I had long been anticipating the erosion of her toned, athletic figure as the drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol ravaged her body. This would undoubtedly erase any possibility of seeing that transformation via those means, and instead would come as a result of the pregnancy. I was conflicted about this, of course, as there were some ...

... obvious positives as well.

I had been fantasizing about seeing Sienna with a swollen belly, full with my offspring, since shortly after our whirlwind incestuous love-affair had begun. But for most of that time I also expected her to be strung-out on drugs, resulting in a combined assault on her youthful vitality that would be a marvel to behold. With her adamance at sobriety through her pregnancy, this was not going to come to pass. I was thankful that our baby would be healthy, but the dark inner shadow of my innermost fantasies felt somewhat betrayed. I could certainly insist that she use while pregnant and I had no doubt that she would readily comply, but that wasn't the kind of dominance I wanted to exert over any of my beloved angels.

This left me with one remaining option if I wanted to scratch this itch, and her name was Kayla. She had already expressed, quite passionately in fact, her desire for me to breed her. At the time it was a fantasy that promoted a particularly powerful orgasm but ultimately resulted in my recommending she get back on birth control. The implications of living with two hormonally charged pregnant teenagers, followed by two newborn babies perhaps only months apart from one another wasn't lost on me. But my desire to enjoy another strung-out junkie mom was too strong to ignore.

When I got home that Monday, I found Kayla smoking a bowl of weed from her small glass pipe on the couch, still in her pajama pants and a tank top with no bra. It was ...