Perfect Beach Ball Belly

Author's note: I'm test driving the. rtf format for another story and I wanted to see how this plot line played out. It came together faster than expected so I'm anxious I missed something.

My dad adopted me when I was two or three years old. I never met my birth father until I was in my teens. He wasn't a total jerk to me, but I could tell why my mom divorced him. What's weird about being adopted when you're very young is that you don't notice anything at first. Even after I met my birth father, I still didn't have any feelings about it at all.

Then puberty kicked in, and I found out why my mom and my dad got married. Hormones, pheromones, or whatever, I would get out of my mind horny for seemingly no reason at all, and then walk around the corner, and there's my dad. We did the only thing that reasonable people could do in that circumstance, and that was to fight like cats and dogs. Because my nervous system was doing one thing, and my conscious mind was doing something else.

It was my fucking dad for crying out loud. What the hell was I supposed to do? It didn't help that my mom was uptight, repressed, and religious.

"Brittany'2721" She'd scream, "You better not have a boy in your room."

I knew she was horny too, but she could only have sex with guilt and lost her shit when I had sex without it. Despite the hormone-getting-turned-on-by-your-dad-thing being the worst crisis of my adolescent life, the reality was he saved my ass. He educated me on safe sex, birth control, feminine hygiene, and my first, second, and third dildo selections. He told me the only place I should be having sex is somewhere that I knew was safe. He meant my bedroom or my partner's bedroom.

It took me a while to figure out that it wasn't just safety. If you're gonna do it, enjoy it instead of worrying about getting caught, pregnant, or a disease. Despite going through all of that, I still didn't understand how well he knew me until after I got married. A lot of interesting items showed up as gifts at my bachelorette party that were so kinky no one would take responsibility for them being there.

I wasn't complaining. I used the shit of them. Fast forward, four years. I was three months pregnant to the day. I woke up to the most adorable beach ball belly and horny out my mind. I started playing with my husband's dick, stroking and sucking on it till it was rock hard. I straddled him and started pussy sliding. I wanted him to suck on my titties and opened up my ass length robe and my husband's dick goes completely limp upon seeing my perfect beach ball belly.

"I think I will spend some time with my mother."

I gave my husband a blowjob nearly everyday day. If he thought I was gonna coddle his dick because me being pregnant was a turn off he could be horny too. I did not explain anything about my visit to my parents, other than saying I finally had a beach ball belly and wanted to show it off. My mom never got a cute baby belly, so she could be proud and a little jealous while my husband, Matt, could jerk off to whatever while I was gone.

He didn't seem too disappointed at the time, but the man had an obscene appetite for blowjobs. I figured he'd cave before the end of the week, asking when I'd be home. I enjoyed visiting my parents nonetheless. They had downsized since my brothers and sister had moved out. They had a guest room in case one of the kids, like me, wanted to come and stay for a bit, and they had a nice Jacuzzi to complement a forest-themed backyard. Like I said, it was tiny, but you could soak in the Jacuzzi and listen to a little babbling brook through a dozen fern-like plants that gave the backyard the illusion of being huge.

I arrived on a Sunday night and was busy visiting with friends who lived near my parents. Mom took me out to look at some first pregnancy stuff. I was so busy I didn't realize my husband hadn't called until Wednesday. When I got him on the phone, he sounded exhausted. Since I wasn't at home, he took an extra shift, and that's why he was so out of it. We talked for a little bit, but I told him to go back to bed because he was doing another double today.

I told my mom what was going on because she was mad at him for not calling. My dad mumbled something about not busting his blue balls. Mom didn't hear the comment, and I didn't say anything but smiled. My humor didn't last long because I had blue balls, too. It was fine. I let it go.

I joined Dad in the hot tub later that evening. I could still wear my bikini bottom, but I had to wear a T-shirt because my tits had gotten too big for my bikini top. I could still wear it, but the B cup top barely covered a third of my now D sized boobs. Dad was soaking in the hot water, but turned the bubbles on for me.

"That's the best spot," He said, "Your mom would have killed to have this hot tub when she was in early pregnancy. I reset the temperature so it won't get above 100, but you can still overheat. Don't worry, and take advantage of water jets a little at a time."

I let out a moan. I had no idea how tight my back was or how strong the jets were on this hot tub.

"That feels wonderful."

"It has two more steps, but it can be irritating if you use it too long," He said, "Let me know if you want to kick it up a notch."

I was already hot, not from the temperature, but the little jet tickling my clit. I was horny out of my mind and the hot tub was going to tease me in front of my dad. If I told him I wanted him to leave so I could masturbate, he'd be fine with that. I almost asked him to, but for some reason, I wanted to stew in nostalgia of being pissed off and horny around my dad.

As soon as I started getting regular sex, the tension between my dad and me vanished overnight. I was moody, horny and hormonal as if I was back in the day.

Oh my God, getting pregnant has made me hormonal and dickless again.

"You're right, this feels fantastic. Can you give me a towel?"

As soon as he turned his back, I took off my bottoms and sat on them. I wiped my forehead and told him to kick it up a notch. Do you remember that jet that was tickling my clit? The reason it was doing that was that the flow control wasn't completely off. When the power increased the jet that was leaking kicked in the gear and blasted my bare clit with a solid stream of water.

I did everything in my power to remain as innocent as I possibly could. I grabbed the sides of the tub with my arms so I wouldn't wiggle my torso while I gyrated my hips to optimize the clit massage. I was so close to climaxing. It was too late to ask my dad to leave or anything like that. It would only spark more questions and ruin my orgasm. Seconds away from finally getting some release, Dad pressed the button again.

OMG.

I squeezed my knuckles white, trying to stay in one place. My fury planted and I raised my hips closer to the stream blasting my clit.

"OH. FUCK. FUCK. I'M FUCKING COMING."

I wasn't screaming, but I was putting on one hell of a show. Dad turned the jets off and helped me to the half step so only my waist was underwater, and I could cool off. Remember how I took off my bikini bottoms and sat on them? I forgot about them because I didn't see them floating in the tub, which was why I sat on them in the first place.

That wasn't super important. I was lightheaded, probably overheating, and three months pregnant. Dad gave me some cold water and turned on the fan. I came back to myself pretty fast. Why did we argue when I was younger? Every single time I was pissed off and horny he had an erection. He dealt with the situation with more discipline, but knowing we were dealing with the same thing made it even more maddening because he could get laid.

I was pissed off that dad had given me a tub job, of all things, and glared at him. I was about to storm off, not that I was pissed off about the orgasm just boundaries, when I realized I did not have my bikini bottoms. I considered walking away naked to make him horny, because nothing had changed between the two of us except our age.

"You owe me a back rub after that show."

"If that's the unit of currency, I owe you at least 10."

Did he say that I'm pretty?

I blushed like a red beet and resisted the urge to start bawling. It was the first compliment from a man I had heard since I got pregnant. I was feeling pretty snarky and planted my bare ass in his lap. Dad laid his hands on my shoulders so I wasn't going anywhere.

"Britney, sweetie, I know what you're thinking." He said, "I know what you want to ask, but it's the wrong question."

Dad was always so calm. It was annoying most of the time, but when the shit was about to hit the fan, it was the best thing ever. He wasn't wearing underwear either and had a very prominent erection, on which I sat. Without checking, I guessed the head of his penis was inside my vagina. The question I desperately wanted to ask my dad was:

Dad, is your penis in my vagina?

He said that was the wrong question. It was moments like these where he knew me better than anyone else, so I took him at his word.

"What question should I be asking you?"

He scoffed.

"The only question you should be asking is, 'Do you want to know my safe word?'

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

Dad bought me all of that kinky sex stuff for my bachelorette party'2721 I had every intention of challenging his assertion because he taught me to be an independent thinker despite freaking out.

"Why is that the right question to be asking right now?"

I didn't think he'd have a good answer for this question. Not only did he have a good answer, but his answer struck to the heart of why I was there.

"You're gonna be crazy horny during all of your pregnancies or just this one. That crazy horny you are feeling is going to last for at least a week but could last up to a month." He said, "If you only have one child and you only get one week of this, you've got four days to experience something that you will never experience again in your entire life."

Fuck me.

"Do you want to know my safe word?"

"Yes, Brittany, I would like to know your safe word."

"What happens if I tell you my safe word?"

"The same thing that happens every time you share your safe word."

A shudder ran from the base of my neck down my spine and into my clit.

"Arthritis, my safe word is arthritis."

He removed my t-shirt, took off my bikini top, and promptly tied my arms behind my back, using the bikini for rope. He tested it a couple of times to make sure I couldn't escape, and put his hand in my hair and grabbed it like a scruff.

"Take a deep breath."

I didn't get it, of course, but took what I thought was a deep breath. He crammed my head, underwater and stuffed his cock in my mouth. Of course, I freaked out, and he pulled me topside.

"I said, take a deep breath."

This time I got it right and he rammed my mouth onto his dick and mouth fucked me for 10 seconds before pulling me to the surface. He increased in five-second intervals. I couldn't get past 30 seconds. He bent me over and fucked the shit out of me doggy style then had me ride the water jet right after I orgasmed. He turned me around putting me in the half step arranging me with my legs spread so he could fuck me face-to-face.

There are no words to describe your BDSM dream fantasy coming to life, knowing that he knows your every dark fantasy, the way he knows every button you have to push and pushing them all at once making you so fucking horny you're ready to hump furniture hoping the dog will take a hint and do it to you too.

"When I tell you, Britney, you're gonna go down on me, you're gonna take my load in your mouth, but not swallow. You understand me, you're not going to swallow. You're gonna hold it in your mouth until I'm done with you."

I got off on being gagged by cock. Every single time he stuffed his cock in my mouth underwater I had an orgasm. This was insane. He gave me the signal. I went down to him and tried the store his cum in my mouth. I succeeded for the most part, but what happened next made everything that came before trivial.

Dad took his cock out of my mouth, crammed it in my vagina, and then deep kissed me, slurping every bit of his cum out of my mouth while fucking me till he ejaculated a second time inside my box. When he was done with me, he spread my legs and sucked his cum out of my pussy. When he finished, he dressed me and covered me with a towel on the deck side of the hot tub.

"I'll run a bath for you inside. Don't get back in the tub, you're too warm as it is."

Before he walked away, I had to ask.

"Dad," I said, "Were we always like this?"

"There's nothing to read into, Brittany. You've always been a younger version of your mom, with fewer hangups and a libido that was nurtured, not stifled." He said, "Is it weird that I want to fuck a 24-year-old version of my wife?"

I got the giggles that turned into a belly laugh.

"Not that I want to, but until I see it with my own eyes, I do not believe you and Mom do anything like what we just did."

"Pumpkin, your mom does not have a gagging, light bondage submission fetish. You do." He said, "I knew long before you reached puberty, your libido" your capacity for sexual pleasure was going to be a challenge to manage and difficult to satisfy. Every time I hear you climax, I imagine it's an orgasm your mom was denied or guilted into not enjoying."

I have a gagging, light bondage, submission fetish?

Damn.

"So sex stuff with me is like balancing the scale for what mom wasn't able to enjoy?"

Dad bubbled with mirth.

"No Sweetie, you have the finest pussy I have ever had the privilege of smelling much less tasting and fucking. You could sit on my face during your period, and all I would smell is sunshine. Every time I see your O-face, I feel a year younger. That's all."

I didn't hear anything after the words, 'You have the finest pussy.' He was walking away before I came out of my stupor. I fumbled to ask when we would do this again, and nothing but word salad came out of my mouth. Dad understood, nonetheless, and waved away my concern.

"You'll see."