Jackie Goes to the Theater

All characters represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen.

Dad and I weren't as sad as you might expect after my high school soccer team lost at State. Partially because we never really gave a shit about soccer, it was just an excuse to get some alone time from mom and (as of Saturday morning) deflower me without a condom. Partially because I'd called in sick to the game, and just spent the whole two-day tournament learning from my father how to be a good fucktoy.

Monday, nevertheless, came before we were ready. We'd booked the extra night at the hotel 'in case we made it to the finals' as far as my mom was concerned, but really we just wanted to try some new positions. So far, we'd done spooning, missionary, doggy, sixty-nine, pronebone, and a variety of modifications therein. Needless to say, I was feeling a little sore, and my vagina had been leaking daddy's sperm all morning as we drove through the featureless morass of Missouri landscape. I played on my phone- dressed in my soccer uniform to get mom some pictures when we got back -my high, spiky pixie cut digging into the headrest of the 2016 Explorer dad insisted was the best car on four wheels.

"You hungry yet, Jacks?" my father queried, slouching in the driver's seat. He was dressed down for the drive, joggers and a tee shirt highlighting his broad shoulders and muscular forearms.

"Are you asking because you want me to blow you, or because you actually want to know?" I teased, giving an impish grin his way. Dad thought about it for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. I saw his penis twitch slightly in his pants, although how he could still be horny after two days in bed with an eighteen year old girl was anyone's guess.

"Actual food." He answered ruefully, returning my smile playfully. "I don't know that I have enough to fill your stomach at the moment..." I blushed. It was still hard to believe that the talk had actually amounted to a sexual relationship with the man who'd raised me.

He taught me to walk, to talk, to ride a bike and kick a soccer ball. Now he'd taught me how to have sex, how to please a man and talk dirty to him while you did it. My mother would be howling with rage if she knew how much of dad's DNA had pumped into my belly in the past forty-eight hours. I felt a pang of guilt, and ran my fingers through my brown hair, another thing he'd given me, trying to feel the blonde highlights.

"Well, just pull off at the next fast-food place, I don't really want to stop." Maybe I should tell my mom. It's not like she could undo his cum pulsing into me, and I rather she knew before he got me pregnant. I bit my lip- the plan had always been for dad to marry me, to replace my mom in our family dynamic, but I was having second thoughts.

"Any reason you're in such a rush to get back?" His tone was moderate, but I could tell he was fishing, trying to figure out what was on my mind.

"I just want to take a shower and stuff..." I lied. He didn't need to know I was feeling anything but rapt excitement to become his incest bride.

"Don't you like feeling my dried cum between your legs?" He wisecracked, reaching over to grasp my upper thigh, eliciting a giggle from me.

"I don't think any of it is dry yet, I'm still leaking, dad." I pulled my waistband out away from my stomach as if to let him see, although there wasn't really enough light for it.

He (predictably in hindsight) responded by sticking his hand down my pants, almost crashing the car off the highway, and making me squeal with surprise.

"Hey! Hey! Hands on the wheel!" I exclaimed as he chuckled with impish glee, taking us off the rumble strips and getting us back up to speed, much to the appreciation of our fellow motorists.

"Maybe we should add some more?" He asked, giving me another sudden burst of anxiety.

"There's nowhere out here to stop, let's just keep going." I tried to make my response casual.

"Jackie, cut the crap, what's on your brain?" I cursed inwardly, he always could see right through my fibs when I was little.

"I-I just..." I began, but bit my lip, trailing off. How could I communicate my feelings to him? I loved him, but I couldn't help but feel that we were somehow doing something wrong, something that went against nature. I couldn't tell him I loved my mom, and didn't want to hurt her without even giving her a heads up.

"I understand." His voice was unexpectedly soft and caring. "We spent so long talking about it, but now it's actually happening, and it's scary." His hand rested on my thigh again, but in a comforting, rather than lascivious manner.

"I mean, I don't know that I'd call it scary per say-" I quibbled, but he cut me off.

"Losing your virginity is scary, sex is scary, pregnancy is scary." He stated, matter-of-factly. "It's taking you from being a girl to being a woman, and that's a big change." He gestured at the wide expanse of fields, trees, and pavement ahead of us, as if to emphasize the 'bigness' of the change.

"I've been a woman since I was like fourteen, dad." I made a gesture, as though smoking an invisible cigarette. "You remember? You're the one who caught me." He pursed his lips.

"Listen, I'm trying to talk to you seriously, Jacks." He paused momentarily, but I raised my eyebrows expectantly instead of interrupting. "Thank you." He said, taking a moment to gather his thoughts for an impending 'dad speech.

I popped my feet up on the dashboard. I could tell this one was going to be a classic for the ages.

"There's so much misinformation out there about incest- about how bad it is morally to fuck your family, about how many birth defects there are, stuff like that." He tossed a serious glance my way.

I'd heard this lecture before, but let him continue unabated, watching his neck and jawline move as I relaxed. I liked hearing him talk. I liked watching him talk. Handsome and regal, a Romanesque nose I'd failed to inherit, but which our children might.

"But you remember those stories I sent you? Back when we first got you your smartphone?" I nodded. He'd started sending them to me every night at ten, erotic tales of fathers and daughters fucking, inbreeding with each other, an essential part of my incestuous education. "Those kids all came out fine, better than fine, incest made them better than their parents!" He squeezed my thigh. "And our babies are going to be better than us." I'd seen enough videos and read enough stories to know how true his words were, but I always let him remind me.

I leaned in to kiss him, reaching down as I did so to grasp his manhood through his sweatpants. As I predicted, he was already partially erect. He always got horny thinking about knocking up his little girl.

"Thank you for reminding me daddy- I'm okay, you don't need to worry about me." I leaned back, leaving my hand on his crotch as he braced both of his on the wheel, his arousal growing more acute by the moment. "We have a plan, we're going to have a family together." I felt my heart skip a beat as I vocalized it, but couldn't dispel the kernel of disquiet in my brain, the idea that I shouldn't be in this situation to begin with burning deep into my soul.

"I can't wait to see your belly swollen with my kids, Jackie." He groaned, and I felt his cock swell against the inside of his pants. I reached up, my hand slinking beneath his waistband to grasp his manhood, eager to feel how much he wanted me.

His dick was hot, long and girthy, the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. I loved touching it, ever since our first trip away when he'd been too nervous to even consider putting it inside me. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind, but clearly his manhood didn't agree.

"I have an idea." He intoned, taking us off the highway onto a desolate overpass.

"I don't really want to get an indecent exposure charge-" I cautioned, withdrawing my hand from his erection, but he interrupted me.

"Not going to happen, just you wait and see." His eyes glittered mischievously, and I saw a dark, low building in the distance, covered in images of scantily-clad women and large, ponderously-phrased signs. A cracked concrete parking lot stretched out in front of it, much too large for the single car occupying it. I glanced up at the signs as we rolled to a stop, a few feet from the main door.

The Largest Dildo Warehouse in Missouri!

One sign proudly stated.

The BEST Adult Theater Experience North of Springfield!

Another bragged, visual noise which drowned out the establishment's actual signage, the only thing I really cared about determining.

The Cheetah Den Adult Store and Lounge

I suppressed a snort of derision. They always chose large cats, for some reason.

"Well? Let's go." My father had unbuckled, and was already halfway out of the car.

"Here? Really?" I gave him an incredulous look. "I feel like I'll get syphilis just stepping in there!" I sank deeper into my seat, as if to defend myself from the building itself.

"You're coming in, young lady." His voice grew hard, and his mouth made a hard line of reproach for my disobedience.

I made a face, but unbuckled and followed him. He hadn't raised me to give too much resistance, as the cum still clinging to the inside of my panties could attest.

A small bell rang as we entered the store. It truly was wall-to-wall dildos in there. One could even imagine it to be the largest dildo warehouse in Missouri.

It was slightly damp-smelling inside but, much to my shock, I didn't immediately acquire some as-yet unheard of STI, so I elected to follow my father. We negotiated stacks of vibrators, piles of pussies, bondage gear of all seasonal varieties. A small, weasel-faced man regarded us lifelessly from behind the counter.

"We'd like to get two tickets for the theater, if you don't mind." I almost threw up in my mouth. My father wanted to watch porn with me in some skeezy little theater off the highway? The man's eyes flicked from my father, to my uniform branded with 'Brentwood Public High School' logo and eagle mascot, back to my father.

"Sir, you have to be twenty-one in order to enter an adult theater, strip club or cabaret." I did a double-take on that last one, slightly grateful I wouldn't have to enter the door covered with a grimy velvet curtain to one side of the register.

"Which one is this?" I asked, mirthlessly. My father ignored me, pushing forward instead.

"How do you know she's not twenty-one?" I cringed inwardly at his question, as if it weren't obvious from my outfit. The weasel-faced man rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'd have to ID you both before allowing you inside." He affixed a sardonic expression. "But also, I'm not an idiot." My father reached for his wallet, removing his ID and a few bills.

"Here's mine-" He handed over his driver's license. "And here's hers." He passed over a folded bill, the denomination of which I didn't catch. The man hesitated for a moment, but then started tapping on the register in front of him.

"Very good sir, that will be eight apiece, you can use the public theater, or the individual booths." He slapped a button, and an old-timey ticket machine behind him buzzed, raffling off a pair of cheap, arcade-style tickets. "Enjoy your experience." He smiled at me in a way which made me feel rather greasy.

Dad shepherded me towards the curtain, lifting it up to usher me through into a hallway bracketed by individually-sized booths, flanking a larger theater entrance.

"Dad, do we really have to?" I couldn't keep the disgust out of my voice. Wordlessly, he beckoned me into a booth, disappearing behind its individual curtain. I hesitated biting my lip, but followed him after a moment, it's not like I could ditch him.

The interior of the porno booth was just as cramped as I expected, with barely room for one person, let alone two. A TV screen was built into one wall, while the other held a deep lounge chair, padded in the same red velvet of the curtains. I grimaced at the smell, like old socks and desperation.

Dad was already sitting in the chair, his pants around his ankles, hard cock exposed to the foetid air of the place. I started as the sounds of lovemaking emerged from speakers all around me, and the screen suddenly filled with a bold text reading:

SUBMISSIVE OBEDIENT DAUGHTER TAKES DADDY'S BABY

I rolled my eyes, but nevertheless started to watch. When in Rome, and all that. I still tried to avoid touching anything, and instead simply stood in front of my father, barely-concealed from the hallway by the aforementioned curtain. My discomfort was palpable.

"You know, back in the car there, I could tell something was wrong." The setup to the video was painfully trite, but true to the title, the daughter was submissive and obedient to a fault. It of course began with the father having some kind of problem with his car, and commanding his daughter to help him, then getting horny and ordering her around, commanding her to serve him.

"Well, we figured it out, right?" I deflected, watching as the daughter's micro-skirt slipped off to the tiniest pressure on the TV in front of me, uncomfortably close to my face. I felt dad's own fingers slide beneath my soccer shorts, pulling them down along with my panties.

"Did we?" I felt the tone of disbelief in dad's voice. "Because I think that you're still not sure." He and I were both now bottomless in the disgusting booth, and the daughter on the TV was boisterously begging her father to take her, to begin an incestuous relationship with his 'little girl'.

"Am I not allowed to feel uncertainty now?" I tried to bite back the tone of annoyance in my voice, unsure whether it was due to being dragged into a smelly dungeon like this, or because I was still feeling trepidation about our own incestuous coupling.

"No." He said, surprising me. Normally he validated such feelings easily and supportively. "You have to be in this one hundred percent." I felt him pulling me backwards by the hips, and I sat down on his leg, avoiding his penis (despite it pointing straight up at my vagina).

Desperate and amorous sounds now filled our booth as the father began to fuck his daughter, his massive cock demolishing her as she gave overexaggerated moans of pleasure. I'll admit, it was hot, and I could feel myself getting wet against dad's leg, despite my continued perturbance.

"If you're not a hundred percent, I will go to jail." Dad stated glibly, causing me to glance at him in shock. "The law doesn't allow for consenting daughters and fathers to start a family together." His eyes were soulful and sad, and seemed to bore into me, even as the background noise of the porno was still loud in my ears.

"I know that dad, but-" I began, gesturing around us. "Why did we have to stop here?" The girl on the TV was really getting pounded, and I could feel my arousal getting more intense as I watched her from the corner of my eye.

"Because it's not always going to be fun, I need you to understand that." He gave a rueful smile. "Being in a relationship takes work, and sometimes you need to do things you don't feel like doing." He gestured towards the screen. "Obedient, submissive, you'd imagine these in some crazy alt-right podcast, but really they're a compromise." I scoffed at his words.

"Being obedient is a compromise? Like a dog?" I waved towards the girl getting her guts rearranged. "She's not getting any benefit from this!" He held up a hand to forestall me.

"But in the real world, you have all the power." His hand moved between my legs, and I spread them slightly, giving him access to my slit. He rubbed a finger across my clitoris, and I shuddered, as if electrocuted. "If you say one word, to mom, to anyone, I'm gone." I felt his middle finger enter me, pushing aside my folds. "You get to have the baby, you get to say when, or if, we stop." He leaned forward, and I craned my neck down to meet his mouth, our tongues entwining briefly, powerfully, before breaking apart again.

"S-So I could stop if I wanted to?" He nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

"You always could, and always will be able to." His fingers worked at my pussy, lubricating themselves on my juices, flowing in and out like water, making it hard for me to focus on dad's words. "A little sexual dominance isn't too much to ask in the face of that, right?" I gasped, feeling his finger caressing my g spot. "A little certainty is all we need, certainty that we're not going to tell anyone ever." He weedled, reminding me of the nights we'd spent on hand stuff before moving our relationship forward.

"You're- right daddy, you're so right." I gasped, my body responding to his work, causing me to rock back and forth on his leg.

"One hundred percent?" He stated, calmly, even as he attacked my vagina, his fingers touching every part of me at once, making me shudder and twitch with excitement and pleasure.

"One hundred per-percent!" I exclaimed, clenching around his fingers, feeling my orgasm building.

"Say it, say you're going to be my submissive, obedient daughter." I heard the smile in his voice, even though I had closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure wave roiling in my stomach. "Say you're never going to tell a soul, you're going to become my wife and raise our inbred children together." I could tell he was getting excited too, as elements of his perverted dirty talk slipped into his previously-serious phrasing.

"I'm your submissive, obedient daughter-" I babbled, my legs shuddering with pleasure, his fingers flashing in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit quickly in time with his ministrations. "I'm going to be your wife, I'm going to have inbred children with you. I'm going to love you forever, I'm never going to tell anyone, daddy!" My whole body shook as I felt his fingers push me over the edge.

I rocked back and forth, biting my lip hard to keep from screaming. My father had planted me in my mother, then almost nineteen years later, brought me to orgasm in a filthy porno stall. It was sick, twisted, and wrong, but also so very sexy. I could feel every muscle in my body standing out as I came, shuddering as dad continued to move, his fingers a blur in and out of me as my wetness covered his hand and thigh.

More than the orgasm fulfilling me physically, I could feel it eating away at the sense of trepidation I'd felt in the car. Wellbeing and purpose emulsified in my brain, filling me with endorphins. It had been a crazy flight of fancy to imagine turning my father in, to imagine telling my mom anything. I was his, he was mine, and he was the only man I could ever love.

I felt him moving as my shuddering ceased, leaving me in a pool of my own excited vaginal fluid. His fingers withdrew from me and he grasped my hips, pushing me up from his leg, but pulling me close. I knew he was aligning me, bent at the waist, with his cock.

"Now watch, and feel me, and know that everything you submit to is your choice." The porno was continuing to play, jumping forward in time. The actress playing the daughter was evidently pregnant, and they continued to fuck in numerous positions.

Dad's penis found the folds of my vagina- I was so wet that it penetrated me easily. The same cock that had made me was back inside, pushing up, a white-hot spear of meat in my hole, splitting my walls apart from where they'd stuck together.

"Ohh god yes dad!" I moaned, but spoke a little too soon, he wasn't content to simply have me bounce up and down on his cock. Instead, he pulled me all the way back, and grasped my thighs, pulling my legs out from under me!

He held me in a full nelson, his manhood buried in my pussy, leaving me shocked and gasping at the depth of his penetration. I looked down, seeing his veiny penis planted in the spread petals of my labia, the straining of his rod stretching my lady parts even as he stretched my body.

He began to move, pumping in and out of me, pushing with his hips, pulling with his arms where they wrapped around my thighs. I was helpless. This is what he was warning me about, this is what he'd wanted from my 'submission'.

I watched the large belly of the girl on-screen, her "father" fucking her just as eagerly as mine was, his manhood unprotected as it flashed in and out of her birth canal. For a moment, she stared out at the lens, making eye contact with me. Her face a rictus of pleasure as the man who'd stretched her womb pounded her. We were the same, she and I. Well, she was an actor, but she was playing the same role as I was. Dad's unprotected cock pushed up inside me, and I was reminded of the reality of our relationship.

"God Jackie, I fucking love you, I'm going to breed you full of your siblings!" His penchant for dirty talk was clearly undiminished, and I clenched my pussy around him, bearing down on him with my slick walls.

"I love you, daddy. I'm going to love our children so much!" I watched his sausage disappear into my slit, over and over again it emerged, covered in my love juices.

How many times would we need to have sex, I wondered, before he actually got me pregnant? Was our first going to be a boy, or a girl? I watched with fascination as my father's testicles drew tight against the base of his manhood, and he grunted with pleasure at my tight, eighteen year old hole gripping him.

"Her daddy comes!" He grunted, and I watched the truth of his words travel up the length of his penis. I felt the warmth pulse into me, wad after wad of sticky white fluid piercing the veil between father and daughter. My father was pumping spunk into my womb with each jerk of his cock, eliciting a gasp from me with each burst of heat.

"You feel so good inside me, daddy." I moaned, feeling his semen drip around the seal of his already-softening cock. "You came so much!" I was actually astounded he had it in him.

"I can't wait for our next trip." He gasped, his prick sliding out of me with a slick sound, my abused hole drooling cum, dripping onto the chair (doubtless not the only time) and floor.

"Me too, daddy." I felt a sense of peace, a sense of oneness with the universe, or at least with the father who had just emptied himself into me, his sperm swimming up into my uterus. Would they find a place to root? Only time would tell.

We cleaned ourselves up pretty quickly- we had to get back on the road, after all. I simply drew my shorts up, trying my best to avoid the worst of the drips, but resigned to the fact that I'd have to do a load of laundry at the end of the journey home. Dad was similarly detained with his cock, wincing as his underwear jostled his testicles.

"Too much action." He muttered by way of explanation. "You're insatiable, baby." I rolled my eyes- he certainly shared the blame for our recent activity.

We slipped out of our booth, surreptitiously sidling out the curtain next to the front counter. The weasel-esque man we'd bribed didn't seem to care too much, not even acknowledging us as we left the store, out into the empty parking lot.

"Here." My father handed me a small slip of paper- which I realized was one of our tickets from the theater. "To remind you: any time you want out, you can get out, just punch your ticket." After a second of hesitation, I took it.

"I won't use it." I promised, but tucked it into my pocket nonetheless. A memento if nothing less, on the off chance that he'd just gotten me pregnant. He gave me a soft, sad smile.

"I hope you won't have to." He unlocked the car, and we were off, back to the highway (and of course, Taco Bell), and to our future.