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Birthing Daddy a Son, by Jezebel Rose

Sarah Janson sighed as she pulled into the driveway, her full breasts swaying woefully. She was nine months pregnant, in the steamy heat of July, in the deep bayou of Louisiana. She slowly, carefully stepped out of her dented pick-up truck and took her groceries inside. As she plopped down each bag on the table, she thought ‘I can’t take much more of this.’ She called for her Daddy, James, who was in the next room, and he came scuttling in. ‘Daddy, can you put away some of these groceries for me?” He had been such a big help since she had gotten pregnant, Sarah Janson did not even want to think about what life would be like without him.

Daddy looked at his daughter as he entered the kitchen. She seemed more and more like her mother all the time …glowing skin, a stomach like a big inflated water-drop, and the most wonderfully supple breasts. Yes, he thought, just like her mama. Even her richly dark hair was just the same, messily falling in curls down below her ever-growing chest. James towered over her, a man of 6’3 and muscular from the years of hard work he would put in providing for his angel. When he found out about Sarah Jeans ‘situation’ he was as close as can be to murdering the good for nothing operates that took his baby’s innocence. However, Sarah Janson stopped him, knowing that something good never comes from violence. Her daddy did have a mean temper when he wanted to, but he might also be the softest teddy bear when it came to his child.

While other girls were preparing for their first year of college, going to senior proms, and partying, Sarah was getting ready for twin babies, with just the support of her Daddy, the only man she could count on. Because Sarah Janson had taken care of  her daddy for so long, she knew taking care of babies would be a synch.

Sarah and her Daddy had always been as close as two peas in a pod. After her momma died giving birth to Sarah, she was the only link Daddy had to the past, so he cherished every moment with her. James finished taking all the groceries out of the bags: shrimp, okra, catfish, Tabasco sauce, and flour. ‘Honey, are you making gumbo in your condition, in this heat?’ He said as he looked through the ingredients.

‘Well, Daddy the doctor says spicy foods might help the baby’s come.’ said Sarah, gingerly.

‘What else’s do it? There’s got to be an easier way.’

‘Well, he said a few other things will help, like exercise, and uh…sex.’ Sarah blushed and looked away from Daddy as she tapered off the last word. She began to fiddle with ingredients, and despite the suffocating heat, turned on the stove to begin her meal. She was so very anxious to pop these babies out; she was willing to try anything! ”Sides, Miss Crawford says that her gumbo recipe is the sure-fire way to get these little ones going’ and she’s had five boys and a girl.’ She rubbed her stomach as she said this, looked down at it lovingly, then up at her Daddy, imagining her happy little family on the way.

Her Daddy looked at her, those glowing eyes and the bright skin, he had to control himself around her, and she was just so utterly beautiful. His little angel, almost all grown up. Her maturity scared him, and there was something he saw in her that made him want to…but no, it was not right, not decent to think that way. James busied himself with starting to gather things for the gumbo, slicing and mincing vegetables while Sarah Janson began to the roux.

As they ate their tasty dinner, they talked about plans for the hospital, where Sarah’s suitcase was, whether she wanted any medicine during the birth and the final name choices for the baby. Sarah was so nervous and excited she scarfed down her dinner in record time, hoping that this old method might work.

When nothing was happening three hours later, Sarah Janson decided to go to sleep. She was exhausted from carrying two stubborn babies inside of her womb, and it was time for bed. Sarah slipped into her white nightgown and kissed her daddy goodnight. While she leaned in for the kiss she could feel her daddies eyes look down at her chest, which popped out of her thin nightgown, and she smiled, taking it as a compliment. Daddy knew she saw where his eyes were glued, and was glad she did not find it odd. How could he not look? They said their respective goodnights and Sarah went to her room to get a well-deserved rest.

Since getting pregnant, Sarah had been having the most incredible wet dreams. Men were feeding her grapes while she rests on a hammock, licking her pussy until it was sopping wet and she was crying for more. Great big muscled men, who looked exactly like her daddy, pummeled her cunt until she was shaking and she forgot everything but that singular, perfect orgasm. During these dreams, she would wake up moaning, her bed wet with her sweat and juice. She cried and cooed in her sleep, and everything felt so real.

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