Daughter

"Mom, you feel so good..." Dalila said as she pumped her massive cock in you, filling you out just right.

"You're doing so well," you pur to your daughter, gently caressing her head. "Just keep your pace, you need to be comfortable with yourself so you can be comfortable with your partner."

Dalila, your youngest daughter, born from your self-insemination was the only one born from that pregnancy. She was a bit of an oddball, never fitting in with her other siblings, especially since she looked so like you, her brothers and sisters sometimes accidentally called her mom. Seeing this, you became her bestfriend, talking with her about everything, assisting with homework, friends and everything else. You saw little in these interactions, other than as a supportive mom, so it was little surprise that some days after her eigtheenth birthday, she came to you about sex; especially since all your daughters lost their virginities to you, even getting some of them pregnant with your grandbabies. That was how you found yourself now, in bed with your beautiful bunnygirl daughter pounding your pussy.

"I could fuck this forever," Dalila said, continuing to fuck you hard.

"Yeah..." you moan at the picking up in speed; it was surprising how perfect the cock was inside you, far better than any other you've had in your life.

Moments later, Dalila unloaded into you, filling you not only with cum but with a sort of satisfaction that you hadn't experienced in ages.

You were definitely knocked up with that shot.

"You'll do well with anyone you get with," you say. "I'm going to have plenty of grandkiddies with going around..."

"About that..."

With that tone, you frown at your daughter. "Something wrong?"

Dalila fidgetted about for a moment before getting off the bed and walking to her clothes. "There's something I want to ask you."

"Really? Shoot!"

Your bunny daughter came back to you, hands behind her back, blush on her face. "Uh, well..."

"Don't be shy," you smile and sit up on the bed putting a hand on her arm. "Ask."

Dalila went to one knee and presented a little box to you, she opened it and inside was a golden ring. "Will you marry me? I don't want anyone else but you."

"Marry...?" you gasp, feeling a strange flutter in your belly. There were plenty of times you were proposed to but you refused all of them; you would have accepted your bunnygirl friends, yet they weren't interested in that sort of thing. You weren't sure what was so different now, but something screamed at you to accept.

So you did.

Humming and rubbing your belly, you cuddle with your wife, carrying her fifth bundle of kids, while she carried yours. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too," Dalila said as she leaned in for a kiss.

Grinning, you never thought that you would end up here with a lot of kids you mothered and sired, married to one of the most beautiful and caring women you've ever met who happened to be your daughter. You could hardly believe you were once a man, spent so long enjoying what it was to be a bunnygirl, breeding and being bred constantly, always fertile, always virile.