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... daughter’s already pregnant womb. The moment the first of many jets of sperm splashed into her cervix, Erin’s orgasm hit with force. Her legs stiffened; eyes shot wide open and she screamed at the top of her lungs. As our nearly simultaneous orgasms subsided, I let my weight down on her, allowing her tits to press into my chest as I kissed her some more on her neck. I slowly rocked into her and she moved her hips in time with mine. Eventually we rested in that position, with me buried to the hilt in her, and we kissed for a while. I rolled over and she rolled with me to end up on top of me; all while never pulling fully out of her. She sat on my still remarkably hard dick and grinded her hips slowly. While gently rocking on me, she started fixing her hair and when she seemed satisfied with that, she leaned down, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and said, “Thank you, Daddy; that was even better than the first time! I really liked being able to see your face this time,” before she pulled herself off of my cock. Erin stood up, collected her clothes and went to her room. I got up and got redressed. Erin took a quick shower and when she came back out, she was dressed in her usual shorts and t-shirt; if unexpected visitors were to drop by, they would never suspect that we had just fucked each other’s brains out. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat and she replied simply, ‘ice cream’. I went to the freezer and said that I’d have some, too, while she went to the cabinet to ...

... get two bowls and spoons. We went about the rest of the day as if nothing had happened. Of course I couldn’t stop thinking about what we had done. But it neither felt wrong, like I suspected it might, nor did it feel right—it just ‘was what it was’. I mentioned my feelings about what we did and Erin felt the same way saying, “Like I told you: it’s just casual sex with someone we can really trust—that’s all.” I nodded in agreement but didn’t have anything to add. Erin then said that her friend has been talking about ‘the Spiderman’ nonstop since the party. She wanted to try and figure out who I was so she could hook up with me again. Erin and I agreed for obvious reasons that we could never let her know. We had long since finished eating our ice cream and were talking over the empty bowls when we realized it was late and went to bed—in our own beds. The next day was just like any normal Saturday for us. We did go out and do a little window shopping; looking at baby items…but it was still a bit early to be buying things like that. It was decided that we would wait until we knew whether the baby was a boy or girl before buying any clothes. After a full day of ‘shopping’ and returning home with nothing, we relaxed with a movie before going to bed. I got up early on Sunday to put Erin’s laundry in so she would have clean clothes for the coming week. Once all of her clothes were washed and folded, I went to her room to ask her what she wanted for breakfast and found her awake but ...