"Karen laughed as well but didn't tell Helen that her daughter had done exactly the same thing. "Wow, that's great Helen. What does Cyril think?" He t...inks it looks sexy. Oh, by the way, he's getting better with his tongue, he made me come last night." That's brilliant but let's get back to business. You can't go out looking like that, I've brought some sexy clothes for you to wear." Karen emptied her bag onto the bed and handed Helen a sexy bra, thong and suspender belt. Helen smiled, opened. ”“What’s wrong, dad?”“Nothing, you’re doing great kiddo. I just gotta take a piss.”He looked at my cock with wonder. “Can I watch?”I smiled as I stood up. “Yeah, of course you can. Are you curious about your father’s piss?”He blushed. “Kind of.”“Nothing to be ashamed of, son. It’s perfectly natural. Come on.” I led him into the bathroom, where I directed him to kneel on the floor next to the toilet. It took a minute for my hard-on to subside enough, but then I felt the release and a heavy. ”I looked at him as blandly as I could when what I most wanted to do was burst into tears. I felt terribly sick and had done since I had woken that morning, as if there mere knowledge of being pregnant could bring on the morning sickness that had apparently been missing so far.“Congratulations!” he said, apparently deciding a professional noncommittal expression would be the best option.It was eight o’clock on Friday morning, forty-eight hours after the shock of my entirely unexpected test. I hear her say, “Fuck me, Daddy!” as she plunges it in her hole and “Can your cock touch our baby inside me?” while she holds the vibrating toy high and deep inside herself. It doesn’t take her longer than ten minutes of this before she explodes into a sweaty heap of orgasmic bliss. After she licks “Mr. Green” clean, she takes note of the tent in my pants and rubs me while I try to stay focused on the road. When we get to our destination, she finishes me off in the parking lot within one.