A language barrier ensures a fruitful film

You knew you should have stopped after the first accident; admittedly, you already had a huge volume of thick, potent cum in your womb, more than enough to get you pregnant. However, now that cork had been popped, it seems a waste not to make the most of it. So you spend the next few hours getting fucked by your daughter, each and every time you beg for her to cum inside. Stopping only to give your body a chance to recover and to hydrate. By the time you and Anya are finally finished, too exhausted to continue, Angie and Grace had run out of SD cards to record it all. Instead simply cataloguing the final few couplings with some pictures, including one of your red puffy pussy, sticky and leaking cum.

The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat and yours and your daughter's combined juices as the pair of you spooning on the bed while Grace and Angie clean up. You nap together, your warm bodies breathing slowly in synch, waking to finally shower and get some food. While your pussy was far too sore from earlier as you shower with your daughter, you are more than able to press her against the wall and eat her pussy until she can't take any more.

"Suprised you have any energy left," Grace comments as you and Anya sit down at the table to dig into the food Angie and Grace had put together for you.

"I know, I haven't felt like this since I was at college," You reply with a giggle.

"Well, we've got more footage than we could have asked for," Angie begins with a smile.

"But we have this place for the whole week," Grace adds the two looking at each other.

"So we were thinking that we could head over to the pharmacist tomorrow, maybe pick up a few boxes of condoms as well as the morning-after pill and leave you two for a few days to explore and enjoy," Angie concludes with a smile.

"Oh that would be amazing," Anya says with a grin.

"Well we've easily got enough footage to make three maybe four films worth of footage, so it's the least we could do," Grace says with a smile.

"I don't suppose you could forgo the condoms and just grab an extra morning after pill?" You ask hopefully

"Oh wow," Grace says with a chuckle.

"Really, Mom?" Anya asks poorly masking her excitement.

"Sure, If I time it right, it should cover us for the duration, and by the end of our trip it'll be in the safe part of my cycle," You say with a grin, your pussy still throbbing slightly at the thought of being filled over and over again.

"I'll pick up some lube while I'm down there, think you might need some to keep up with that appetite of yours," Angie says with a giggle.

"What can I say, I love my daughter," You say softly resting your head on Anya's shoulder.

The four of you chat and make idle chit chat, which mostly consists of you asking Grace and Angie about some of the other **** couples they've filmed. Party out of genuine curiosity but another part of you wants to hear how you and Anya stack up against them. Needless to say, as the only couple who fucked longer than they could record you and Anya were taking the top spots. Finally, you crawl back into bed with your daughter and fall asleep with your daughter's arms wrapped around you while she hugs you from behind.

The next day while your daughter was treating you a perfect morning by waking you up with her face between your legs, gently lapping and licking at your sex. Angie makes her way out of the villa and over to the small island town and into the pharmacy, easily finding condoms and lube, she can't help but notice there was a distinct lack of emergency contraception. She briefly panics before realising that perhaps it was more expensive than most and might be kept behind the counter.

"Hi there, do you have any morning-after pills?" Angie asks the man behind the counter.

The man shakes his head and replies in the native tongue, which shouldn't have been too much of a surprise to Angie as this part of the island was remote and far away from the tourists, which is what they wanted.

"No English at all?" Angie asks hopefully only to have the owner shrug apologetically.

The man looks down at the few items Angie had, a large bottle of lube and hazards a guess and mimes putting something in his mouth.

"Yes, a pill," Angie says with a sense of relief. The man nods and kneels for a moment before holding up a box with a pictogram of a clock next to a big cock. Some viagra derivative if Angie had to guess, not right be it's a start. "No," Angie says, shaking her head slowly before stepping back, miming the pill action and then moving her hand over her stomach as if she was pregnant while. "Baby," Angie says as the man looks at her for a moment trying to piece together the impromptu charades.

The man thinks for a moment watching Angie repeat the baby motion and then the pill motion, before finally nodding and pulling out a box covered in the local language. Angie smiles and then remembers your earlier request, points to the box, holds up two fingers, and taps it to her other hand, still holding an imaginary baby bump. Initially, the man seems hesitant, but when Angie puts some extra money on the counter, he shrugs and sells her lube and two pills. Angie then returns to the villa hands over the pills and lube before helping grace pack up and head over to a hotel where they could start the long, arduous task of editing the hours of footage.

You were a little unsure about the pills when you open the first one a day later, although you hadn't had much experience with the ones on sales beyond knowing the brand names. Anya seems confident enough with them, although you suspect she's just eager to get back between your legs and give the pill a proper test.

"I dunno, just feels weird to put a picture of a baby on the box," You say as you down the pill and drink from the cold bottle of water Anya passes you.

"Well it's got enough warning labels on it, what else could it be," Anya offers reassuringly.

The pair of you embrace and kiss for a few moments enjoying the tenderness of it all, a nice change of pace from the hot, sweaty sex you'd been enjoying the last day.

"Besides the worst case, I get the sibling I always wanted," Anya teases with a wicked grin.

"Don't even go there Missy," You say in a warning tone before laughing and hugging your daughter tightly. "Think we could try a slower pace this time?" You ask with a smile.

"Anything for my Mommy," Anya says with a smile as the pair of you slowly wander over and collapse into the sofa kissing and caressing one and other, while the pill works it's magic.

Unfortunately for you, it's not until a month later, when you sat over the toilet waiting nervously for the results of the test to confirm what you were already afraid of. You were a few weeks late, and while you had read that the emergency contraceptions can mess with your cycle, you had woken up the last two days feeling nauseous. Sure enough, a few minutes later, you were staring at a plastic strip with two lines on it, confirming that you were carrying your daughter's child. Although as the initial dread and shock begins to fade, you find yourself wondering what life will be like with another baby.

Anya took the news exceptionally well, telling you that she was there for you and behind whatever you wanted to do, giving you all the emotional support and comfort that you lacked the first time around. In the end, you can't bring yourself to do anything other than have the baby, knowing this could be your last chance as you get older. Grace and Angie are incredibly helpful and supportive, promising to cover all the fees and medical bills as well as hooking you up with some a doctor who'd help keep everything discreet. They covered this by selling the videos as a genuine conception between Mother and Daughter and asking for their members to pay more in tips to help fund the accidental expansion of your family.

- A few months Later -

"So these pills you took around the time you conceived," The nurse running the ultrasound wand over your pregnant stomach some months later.

"What about them?" Anya asks while squeezing your hand supportively.

"Are you sure they were emergency contraception?" The nurse asks, trying to suppress the urge to laugh.

"Not really, why?" You ask curiously

"Well, it's just a hunch, but I suspect they might have been the opposite," The nurse says in a cheerful tone as she turns the monitor to face you and Anya. "Say hello to your twins," The nurse says with a big smile.

- Epilogue -

Several years later you stand outside and watch your twin girls chasing each other around the garden while, your rub you swollen belly as their unborn sister lightly kicks. Thankfully between the generous donations and additional films documenting your first pregnancy and a few other videos you made for Grace and Angie's underground site, you'd managed to get the house of your dreams. Your home business was doing well, Anya working flat out to get everything running, and now it was ticking over happily supporting your large family. Which was just as well, since despite thinking the first pregnancy might be your last chance, it turns out your body was more than happy to take and grow your daughter's seed.

"Hey Mommy," Anya says, walking up behind your and kissing you on the neck, making you purr the hormones working overtime in your body already craving what your daughter has waiting for you.

"Hey, sweetie," You reply, turning and kissing Anya on the lips.

"Think we can slip away for a bit?" Anya asks hopefully, her cock already poking into your side.

"That's why we hired a nanny," You reply with a flirty giggle.

"Edna, we're just heading up for some alone time if that's ok?" Anya calls out to the redhead frantically trying to keep up with your twin daughters seemingly endless energy.

"No problem Anya, enjoy a few hours with your wife," Edna replies with a big smile before chasing after the twins again.

"Well, wife of mine, what say we find a comfy bed to use," You say with a giggle, taking your daughter's hand in yours the wedding rings tapping together as you walk. Another thing that Grace and Angie had managed to arrange for you both.