Going all the way with father

"Honey, I'm home!" your father calls out, his voice carrying through the house. Your heart leaps into your throat, and your body trembles.

"He's here," Gwen whispers, her hand squeezing yours. "Are you ready?" Your mother smooths your hair and adjusts the robe.

"Remember what we told you, Stacy. Let him see how beautiful you are. Tell him what you want. Ask him to make you his." You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Your mother leaves the bedroom, and you hear her footsteps, then her voice, then your father's responding murmur. Gwen stays with you, holding your hand.

"You're going to be amazing," she whispers. "Just let go and let it happen."

A minute later, your father appears in the doorway. He stops dead when he sees you standing there in the sheer robe and black lace lingerie. His eyes travel over you—your breasts visible through the lace, your hips, your bare legs.

"What..." he starts, but your mother is behind him, her hands on his shoulders.

"Surprise, darling," she says. "Stacy has something she wants to give you." Your father's eyes meet yours, and you see the hunger there—the same hunger Gwen described. His nostrils flare, and you watch as his cock hardens visibly through his pants.

"Stacy," he says, his voice rough. "You look..." He doesn't finish the sentence, but he doesn't need to. His expression says everything.

"She's been waiting for you," your mother says, stepping around him. She moves to his side and reaches down, palming his erection through his pants. "She wants you, darling. She wants you to take her." Your father groans as your mother massages him through the fabric.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his eyes still locked on yours.

"I'm sure," you say, surprised by how steady your voice sounds. "I want this. I want you." Your mother begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest, his stomach.

"She has something to ask you," your mother says, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. "Don't you, Stacy?" You swallow hard, remembering what Gwen and your mother taught you.

"Yes," you say. "I... I want you to make me yours, Daddy. I want you to make me your childbearing wife." Your father's breath catches, and his cock twitches visibly in his pants. "I want you to take my virginity," you continue, the words coming easier now. "I want you to fill my womb. I want you to breed me, Daddy. Please."

Your father's response is a low growl as your mother quickly unfastens his pants and pushes them down, along with his underwear. His cock springs free—thick and hard, the head already glistening with precum. Your mother wraps her hand around it, stroking slowly, and leads him toward you by his cock.

"Come on, darling," she says. "Your new breeding wife is waiting." Your father reaches you in three steps, his hands immediately going to the sheer robe, pushing it off your shoulders. It pools at your feet, leaving you in just the black lace.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his hands cupping your breasts through the lace. "So fucking beautiful."

"Take it off me, Daddy," you say, the words flowing naturally now. "Take it all off and fuck me."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He unclasps your bra with experienced fingers, letting it fall away. Your breasts are bare, nipples hard and aching. Then he hooks his thumbs in your panties and slides them down, kneeling to pull them off your legs. When he stands again, you're completely naked before him.

"Lie down." You obey, climbing onto the bed and lying back against the pillows. Your mother and Gwen move to either side, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"That's it, Stacy," Gwen says. "Open your legs for him. Show him what's his." You spread your legs, exposing yourself to your father's hungry gaze. He groans at the sight of your glistening pussy, wet and ready for him.

"She's so wet, Daddy," Gwen says. "She's been waiting for you all day." Your father climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. You can feel the heat of him, the weight of his cock as it rests against your stomach.

"Tell me again," he says, looking down at you. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to make me your childbearing wife, Daddy," you say, looking up into his eyes. "I want you to take my virginity and fill my womb. I want you to breed me."

"Fuck," he groans, and you feel his cock twitch against you. "Yes. Yes, I'll give you what you want." Your mother reaches down and takes his cock, guiding it to your entrance.

"Slowly at first," she says. "She's never done this before." Your father nods and pushes forward slightly, the head of his cock pressing against your opening. You gasp at the sensation—thick and hot and hard.

"Relax, Stacy," Gwen says, taking your hand. "Let him in."

You try to relax, and your father pushes forward, the head of his cock slipping inside you. The stretch is intense—more than Gwen's fingers, more than anything you've felt before.

"Oh god," you moan.

"That's it," your mother says, still guiding him. "Let her get used to it." Your father pauses, just the head inside you, and looks down at your face.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yes," you breathe.

"More. Please, more." He pushes forward slowly, inch by inch, filling you. The stretch becomes pressure, then fullness, then something deeper—a sense of being claimed, of being owned.

"You're so tight," he groans. "So fucking tight."

"She's a virgin," your mother reminds him while his hips push forward again, and you feel him bottom out inside you, his cock fully sheathed in your body. You cry out at the fullness, at the sensation of being completely filled.

"That's it, Stacy," Gwen says, squeezing your hand.

"You took all of him. You're doing so well." Your father holds still for a moment, letting you adjust. Then he begins to move—slow, deep thrusts that make you gasp with each one.

"How does it feel?" your mother asks.

"Full," you manage. "So full."

"Good," she says. "That's how a woman should feel with her husband inside her." Your father's thrusts become faster, harder. The bed creaks beneath you, and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room.

"Tell him what you want, Stacy," Gwen urges. "Tell him to breed you."

"Breed me, Daddy," you say, the words coming out in a gasp as he thrusts deep. "Fill my womb. Make me pregnant. I want to have your baby." Your father groans and fucks you harder, his hips pistoning against you.

"Yes," he says. "I'll breed you. I'll fill you up. You'll be mine."

Your mother leans down and takes one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting gently. The dual sensation of her mouth on your breast and your father's cock inside you is overwhelming.

"Oh god," you moan. "I'm going to..."

"Not yet," Gwen says. "Wait for him. Cum with him."

Your father's thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged.

"I'm close," he says. "I'm going to cum inside you, Stacy. I'm going to put a baby in you."

"Yes," you cry out. "Do it. Breed me. Make me yours."

Your father drives deep one final time and holds, his cock pulsing inside you as he releases. The sensation of his hot cum flooding your womb pushes you over the edge, and you cum with a scream, your body convulsing around him.

"That's it," your mother says, releasing your nipple. "Take his seed. Let it fill you."

You can feel it—spurt after spurt of his hot cum inside you, filling you, claiming you. Your father holds himself deep inside you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

"Mine," he says. "You're mine now."

"Yes," you whisper. "I'm yours. Your childbearing wife."

When he finally pulls out, you can feel his cum leaking from you, dripping down your thighs. Gwen reaches down and scoops some up with her fingers, then pushes it back inside you.

"Keep it in," she says. "Give it every chance to take." Your mother lies down beside you, stroking your hair.

"You did so well, Stacy," she says. "You're one of us now."

You lie there, your body still trembling, your womb full of your father's seed. The curse's 48 hours are ticking away, but you find you don't care anymore. This is who you are now—Stacy, the childbearing wife. And as your father's cum seeps deeper into your body.