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"Thanks for arranging all of this", you say, as you catch a breath while our daughter works for her daily treat under the dinner table.
I know exactly what you like, and I've taught Claire well.
Like me, she is now an expert when it comes to extracting load after load from you.
Like me, she seems to be completely addicted to your cum, getting all cranky and irritable if she doesn't get her daily dose.
Like me, she started learning how to pleasure you at thirteen.
"It's steak and blowjob day after all, and we need to give back for all you've done for us."
You'd barely gotten through half of that perfectly grilled slab of beef when you started feeling her hands groping at your groin, and you haven't touched it since.
As that dinner got colder, your cock grew harder in her mouth. You are so close.
Claire will get her dinner soon, only she'll swallow all of it, warm.
"Mom never did this for you right?" I know you hated me talking about that woman.
She left us 15 years ago, and I was only 12 then.
Daddy, you were young when you got her pregnant, and then you guys decided to move in and start a family together.
One day, she left. No letters, no calls. You held out hope she would return. She never did.
I tried to make things better.
"She's not coming back, I'm your wife now."
I straddled you and ground my hips into you while you sat motionless on the chair.
You on the brink of depression, but as we made love, I knew I gave you something to live for, something to fight for.
We pulled through in the end. It was tiring, but we pulled through.
Working the extra hours, and then coming home to an increasingly insatiable young lady who would jump your bones the moment you came through the door.
Load after load of the same sperm that made me was pumped directly into my tight young pussy. My next period was late.
As I recounted all of this, the memory of impregnating a cute thirteen year old pushed you over the edge and you started to cum.
Claire inhaled deeply, and then pushed her head all the way down on your cock.
You can feel her uvula brushing over your sensitive cock head, and the involuntary spasms started as you pumped rope after rope of cum directly down her throat into her belly.
You lifted up the tablecloth and looked under the table. "Thanks, hun."
"Thank YOU Daddy, dinner was yummy!", she giggled.
You looked across the table at me with the most shit-eating grin you can manage.
"So, is it your turn next?"
"Nope. You're saving the rest of your cum for Claire's little cunny. You two are going to make me a grandmother."