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Fucking a Cumming-of-Age Gift into My Sexy Horny Begging Teen Daughter Before Eating Her Out by Jezebel Rose, Free Read Inside!

Filled with boundless energy, Ava jumped out of bed and dressed in record time. She practically skipped down the stairs, eager to unwrap her birthday gifts. On her eighteenth birthday, all she wanted was to become pregnant. With visions of motherhood dancing in her head, Ava’s greatest hope was that her dad would finally reveal the secrets to conceiving.

“Good morning!” Robert exclaimed, surprising Ava as she rounded the kitchen corner. “Happy Eighteen Birthday!” He wrapped his arms around his daughter, partially in disbelief that she was finally eighteen. “You look so cute! Eighteen. Wow!”

“Right?” Ava felt her dad’s tight hug and felt a sense of relaxation and safety. Smiling, she returned the hug. “You’re the best father ever!”

“Oh, please! It’s time to open your presents.”

“Dad? Can I have cake for my breakfast?” Ava sweetly looked up at her dad. She gave him her biggest adorable eyes and smiled, “Please?”

“Okay – let’s do it!” Robert rushed to the fridge. He pulled out a glorious cake adorned with candles. “I can’t believe you are eighteen! You’re going to have to blow out all the candles, okay?”

Ava giggled, “I bet I can do it in one breath!” She watched her dad put candles on the cake. Part of her wished she had woken earlier and masturbated. Parts of Ava’s vagina tingled as she saw Robert lift the big cake and bring it to the table.

“Make a good wish!”

“Of course, Dad!” Ava replied energetically. In her mind, she wished just to be pregnant.

As Ava leaned in to blow out the candles, she felt a rush of excitement. She extinguished all eighteen flames with one deep breath, her cheeks flushed from the effort and anticipation.

“You did it!” Robert cheered, clapping his hands. “Now, what did you wish for?”

Ava blushed, averting her eyes. “Oh, you know I can’t tell you, Dad. It won’t come true if I do.”

Robert chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Of course, of course. Well, let’s cut into this cake, shall we?”

As he sliced generous pieces for both of them, Ava fidgeted in her seat, her mind racing with questions she was eager to ask. She took a bite of the sweet confection, savoring the taste as she worked up the courage to talk about the subject.

“Dad,” she began hesitantly, “now that I’m eighteen, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…”

Robert paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. “What is it, sweetie?”

Ava took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Well, I was hoping you could tell me… about how babies are made. You know, the secrets to getting pregnant.”

Robert’s eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his cake. “Oh, um, wow. That’s… that’s quite a topic for breakfast, isn’t it?”

Ava leaned forward, her eyes shining with curiosity and determination. “Please, Dad? I’m old enough now, and I really want to know.”

Robert cleared his throat, clearly caught off guard. “Well, Ava, that’s… that’s a very adult topic. Are you sure you’re ready for that conversation?”

“Daddy! I’m eighteen!”

Robert took a deep breath, setting down his fork. “Alright, Ava. You’re right, you are eighteen now. I suppose it’s time we had this talk.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “You see, when two people love each other very much…”

Ava listened intently as her father awkwardly explained the basics of human reproduction. She nodded along, trying to hide her impatience. This wasn’t quite the secret knowledge she had been hoping for.

“But Dad,” she interrupted, “I know all that already. I mean, how do you actually… make it happen? Is there a special trick to it?”

Robert’s face flushed bright red. “Ava, honey, there’s no real trick to it. It’s a natural process that happens when the time is right.”

Ava felt a wave of frustration. “But what if I want it to happen now? Surely there must be something I can do?”

Her father looked increasingly uncomfortable. “Sweetheart, these things take time. You’re still so young. There’s no rush to become a mother.”

“But I feel ready,” Ava insisted, her eyes welling with tears. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”

Robert reached across the table, taking his daughter’s hand. “I know you think you’re ready, but there’s so much more to life than just having a baby. You have your whole future ahead of you.”

Ava pulled her hand away, pushing back from the table. “You don’t understand! This is what I want more than anything.” She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “I thought you’d help me, but you’re just like everyone else!”

With that, she stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her bewildered father staring after her. As she ran up the stairs, Ava’s mind raced with determination. She went directly to her closet and found the cutest pair of panties and a training bra. Wearing only the pink panties and the tiny bra, she returned to her dad. “What do you think, Daddy? Will you tell me about babies now? Can you help put a baby in me?”

Robert froze in the kitchen entryway, his eyes transfixed on his scantily-clad daughter. A mixture of shock, confusion, and an uncomfortable stirring he didn’t understand churned in his stomach. “Ava, what are you doing? You need to get dressed right now!”

“But Daddy, you don’t understand,” Ava whined, pouting her lips and twirling around, “I can be a big girl too. I want you to help me. I want you to make me pregnant.”

“Ava, stop it! This isn’t right! I am your father!” Robert’s voice trembled from the growing turmoil within him. He was more than turned on by his daughter, and she only made it easier with the bare outfit. Trying his best, he moved his dick up under his belt due to the sheer tightness of his girth.

“But you’re the only one I can trust, Daddy,” she purred, inching closer to him, her hand resting on his thigh. “No one else will help me like you can.”

Robert’s mind was in turmoil. He knew he should send her away, end this twisted game of hers, and have a serious talk about boundaries, but the sight of his daughter in such a provocative pose was… unsettling. A voice in his head reminded him of his duty as a father, but another, darker voice whispered, urging him to give in to the secret desires he had kept inside for so long.

“Ava, I… I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but this is wrong. You’re my daughter, for God’s sake!” he stammered, trying to resist the urges pulsing through his veins. “This is incest! Do you know how messed up that is?”

“I know, Daddy, but I can’t help it. I want you to be the one,” Ava breathed, her hand sliding higher up his leg. She smiled, “Come upstairs with me and play. We don’t have to do anything, really!” She said one thing and thought another. Perhaps in her bed, she could get her dad to make her pregnant.

Robert’s resolve crumbled like a house of cards in a hurricane. His hand shook as he gripped her wrist, stopping her progress. “Fine, Ava, but only this once. Just… let me lead the way.” He grabbed her hand, practically dragging her up the stairs to her bedroom. The thought of what he was about to do made his stomach churl, but at the same time, his cock was harder than it had ever been.

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