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Lily tosses her head back, laughter cascading like a melody, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at her father.

"I don’t think Mom would go that far," she teases, her voice a sweet, lilting sound. "We will just have to see now, won’t we?" With a playful wink, she deliberately pulls up her thong, the delicate pink silk fabric clinging to her skin, trapping his essence deep within her, where it can work its hidden magic. Floyd's eyes are inexorably drawn to the growing damp spot on her pink silk thong, a darkening bloom of moisture of his cum that is leaking out of her pussy that betrays the secret they now share.

"But I think I best get going…" she murmurs, her voice laced with a hint of urgency. "If I make Mom wait, she will come looking for me, and if she sees me, she will see you, and then she will find out our little secrets." With a slow, deliberate motion, she rubs her stomach, her fingers tracing gentle circles over the soft fabric of her shirt which she had just thrown on, right in front of him. A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she blows him a kiss, then turns and darts away, her figure disappearing into the bustling crowd on the other side of the mall.

“I don’t think mom would go that far, we will just have to see now won’t we.” She gives her father a wink as she pulls up her thong trapping his seed deep in her pussy where it can do it work. Floyd eyes are drawn to the large damp wet spot that is growing on Lily pink silk thong from his seed leaking out of her as she says “But I think I best get going… If I make mom wait, she will come looking for me, and if see does she will see you, and then she will find out our little secrets.” she rubs her stomach right in front of him before She blows him a kiss and runs off towards the other side of the mall.

Floyd watched his daughter disappear into the crowd, his heart pounding with a mixture of guilt, exhilaration, and genuine concern. The tent suddenly felt claustrophobic, the air thick with the lingering scent of sex and sweat. He ran his fingers through his damp hair and sighed deeply.

"What the hell have I done?" he muttered to himself, the gravity of the situation finally settling over him like a heavy blanket.

He began gathering his scattered clothes, his movements mechanical and distant. His mind raced with possibilities—what if Lily actually got pregnant? What if his ex-wife found out? The consequences would be catastrophic, breeding pass or not. As Floyd pulled on his pants, he noticed another man handing some random stranger a breeding pass near the path rooms which flooded his mind of the floor times his daughter has made him do the very same thing.

Outside, the mall continued its bizarre carnival atmosphere. Families shopped, teenagers loitered, and everywhere he looked, Floyd saw another man with breeding passes, their faces flush with anticipation. This whole place was a twisted fantasy come to life, and he had willingly participated.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A text from his ex-wife: "HAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT, you couldn’t have at least made sure Lily was dress properly before bring her out. HER HAIR IS A FUCKING MESS, and her clothes look like she threw them on in the dark. She will be 19 years in a month, she can’t go out look all disheveled."

Floyd's thumb hovered over his phone, contemplating whether to text back a message about how appearances aren't everything. However, he hesitated, wary of sparking his ex-wife's curiosity about why their usually well-dressed daughter looked disheveled. He was already taking aa large gamble that she doesn’t look too closely at Lily thong when she doesn’t her laundry later. Eventually, out of fear, he decided to ignore her message entirely.

Due to her Lily disheveled appearance and the fact that he ‘endangered’ their daughter’s well-being by bring her to the mall on the day they were handing out breeding passes, Floyd ex-wife manage to convince her fiancé’s friend, who conveniently happened to be a judge, to revoke Floyd's visitation rights for a month.

As a consequence, Floyd didn't hear a word from Lily or his ex-wife for four long weeks. On the Saturday marking the end of that fourth week, he arrived at the mall an hour early, yearning to see his beloved daughter again. Yet, he found himself waiting for an hour and a half, growing increasingly frustrated. He silently cursed his ex-wife for being a half an hour later, and eating away at his limited time with Lily, as he watched the three dots dance on his phone screen, indicating she was typing a message. "SHIT BAG! Meet us at the food court at the mall in an hour. So, we talk about Lily's birthday next month, before I hand her over for your time."

Floyd had little desire to see his ex-wife and was grateful that their interactions were usually minimal. Their arrangements for Lily's drop-offs and pick-ups were typically hands-off, involving scarce communication. In fact, over the past few years, Floyd had seen his ex-wife in person only once annually. This yearly meeting always took place a few weeks before Lily's birthday. During this encounter, his ex-wife insisted on meeting him to inform him that she intended to use his allocated time with Lily to host a birthday party at her house. A party from which Floyd was strictly not allowed to attend. These meetings filled him with a blend of dread and resignation as he always had to reluctantly handed over his carefully chosen present for Lily, aware that he wouldn't witness her joy as she opened it. The predictability of these encounters left him feeling like a mere guest in his own daughter's life, a sentiment that weighed heavily on his heart.

The thought of having another weekend with his daughter ripped away from him way heavily on him filling his mind, and pushing the events of last month to the back of his **** mind as he reluctantly plotted his way to the food court. He spotted them before they saw him—his ex-wife Caroline standing with her arms crossed, and beside her, Lily, dressed to the nines in an expansive summer dress with her hair and makeup down.

Caroline's eyes narrowed to slits as he drew near. At thirty-seven, she still possessed a striking beauty, her blonde hair cut in a precise bob that highlighted her high cheekbones. The years of acrimony between them had done little to tarnish her allure.

"You look like hell," she remarked with a cutting edge as he reached them.

"Good to see you too, Caroline," Floyd replied, striving for civility despite the charged atmosphere. He deliberately avoided meeting Lily's eyes, focusing instead on maintaining a semblance of composure.

"Well do you see Lily here?… This is how a daughter should look, and if you want to spend time with her, you should make sure she looks like this." Caroline said, her glare piercing through Floyd.

Floyd's eyes quickly scanned his daughter from head to toe. The dress alone must have cost a small fortune, not to mention the sparkling jewelry. Her hair and makeup appeared as if crafted by a professional, far beyond Floyd’s financial means, and certainly out of reach for his gold-digging ex-wife if it weren't for her lawyer fiancé footing the bills. Floyd longed to tell her to be reasonable, but he knew it would only ignite a futile argument, so he simply nodded in acquiescence.

"Well, do you have her present so I can take it to the car?"

Lily gave her father an enigmatic smile as she quickly interjected, "Oh, don’t worry, Mom, Dad already gave me what I wanted." She flashed him a glimpse of a white plastic rod before discreetly tucking it back into her purse, just as Caroline turned to look at Lily.

"Oh really, what did your poor father get you, then?" Caroline scoffed, her voice thick with skepticism and a touch of disdain that sharpened her words like a dagger.

Lily giggled with a rebellious delight, her eyes sparkling mischievously as if she held the world’s most tantalizing secret. "It's something I've always wanted, and it's the best gift ever, but you're just going to have to wait and see. But maybe, if you’re lucky, Dad will get you one too."

Caroline's mouth twisted into a sneer, her lips curling with an anger that was as cold as it was venomous. "I don’t see how anything your poor worthless, piece of shit, father could afford could be the best gift ever. But if he could afford it, I certainly don’t want one.” Her words dripped with venom, each syllable a sharp stab aimed at Floyd.

Floyd would normally be upset that his ex-wife once again broke their agreement and bad-mouthed him in front of Lily, but he was too distracted by what gift Lily was talking about. His mind raced with confusion, trying to piece together the puzzle. He didn’t remember getting her a birthday gift, and what was that white plastic rod she flashed him, and why didn’t she want her mother to see it? The questions swirled around his mind like a thick fog, obscuring clarity and leaving him with an uneasy sense of curiosity.

But all those questions were answered when Lily, with a gleam of determination in her eyes, said, “Well, Mom, I want you to get one too.” She reached into her purse, her fingers brushing against the soft lining before pulling out the holographic breeding pass and presenting it to her mother with a dramatic flourish. In that instant, everything clicked into place for Floyd. The white plastic rod Lily had discreetly shown him earlier was a pregnancy test, and the unexpected gift he gift he hadn’t realized he had given her was the child growing within her.

However, Caroline, ever self-absorbed, missed the significance of everything her father just said. She stepped back from the pass with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I am sorry, honey, but girls can’t get each other pregnant, so you can’t give me that,” she said, her voice laced with condescension.

Lily, undeterred, pressed on, her voice firm. “Mom, of course, I can give it to you because I am giving it to you so Dad can get you pregnant.”

Caroline's face twisted in disgust, her features contorting with disdain. “Honey why would you want that. Just look at Floyd, he was a good for nothing man,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “If you really want to see me pregnant, why don’t you go hand it to Joseph?” She gestured dismissively, mentioning her fiancé, Joseph, with an air of superiority. ” He is a real man unlike him.” she added, jabbing a finger angrily in Floyd's direction.

Lily felt a wave of anger rising within her as her meticulously crafted plans began to unravel. She had devoted every free moment of the entire past month to planning this moment. In her mind, she had envisioned her mother understanding that she was pregnant with Floyd's child and that she genuinely wanted to have Floyd's baby. Consequently, she believed her mother would share in her happiness. Lily imagined her mother would reluctantly accept the breeding pass, allowing Floyd to father her child. Her mother’s fiancé, on realizing the situation, wouldn’t want to marry a woman bearing another man's child, which would **** her mother to return to Lily’s father. In Lily's ideal vision, once living together her parents would rekindle their love and raise their children together as a united happy family. However, once again, her mother's selfishness obstructed her plans. With a decisive motion, Lily quickly shoved the breeding pass into her mother's chest, declaring, "No, Dad’s the one I want to do it."

Lily could feel herself getting angry as her plans her falling apart. She spent the last month planning this. In her mind she thought her mother would understand that she was pregnant with Floyd child, and that she wanted to be pregnant with Floyd child. As a result, she would be happy for her. She than would reluctantly take the breeding pass so Floyd could get her pregnant. Her mother fiancé wouldn’t want to marry a woman who is pregnant with another man’s child so her mother would be **** to go back to her father, and they would fall back in love, and they would all raise their children together. However once again her mother selfishness got in the way. Lily quicky shoved the breeding pass into her mother’s chest “No dad the one I want to do it.”

Caroline struggled to comprehend this turn of events, as a result desperately tried to rational what was happening in a form that she could understand. "See, you worthless scum, Lily is already calling Joseph her father. How does it feel to be replaced?" she taunted.

Lily's voice rose with intensity, “JOSEPH WILL NEVER BE MY FATHER! FLOYD IS!” She opened her stunned mother’s hand and firmly placed the breeding pass in it. Now that the pass was securely in her mother's possession, no matter how much she resisted or how much she fought against it, her mother couldn't deny its power. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, it pulled her dress up above her waist, revealing her white lace thong that Caroline had put on to impress her fiancé when she went to his house while Lily was with Floyd, before she seated herself on the tabletop.

Caroline's mouth dropped open in shock, her perfectly manicured hand clutching the breeding pass that seemed to burn against her palm. The clattering din of the food court ebbed into a distant hum, as the trio became encapsulated in their own tense bubble, oblivious to the world around them. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitched, as her body betrayed her. Her hand, as if controlled by an invisible puppeteer, moved the thin fabric to the side, revealing her glistening, intimate lips to her ex-husband's gaze.

Lily, her daughter, sidled up behind her father, his eyes locked onto his ex-wife's exposed flesh. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, her voice a sultry purr. "Go on, Dad, I know what everyone says about her. She a fuck to die for.”

And indeed, Caroline's allure had always been a double-edged sword. Her personality, akin to a venomous serpent, was tolerated only because of her striking beauty and she skill in bed. Floyd, her ex-husband, had been fortunate - or cursed, depending on one's perspective - enough to marry her in the first place, solely because he knocked her up with Lily on prom night. Floyd couldn’t deny that even though he hated everything about her, he wanted to fuck her again, thus his hands quickly dropped his pants to the floor.

Caroline's gaze swiftly dropped to Floyd's manhood as it sprang free from its constraints, like a creature released from a cage. In every way that Joseph was more financially endowed than Floyd, Floyd was more generously endowed by nature, which was the very reason Caroline had begun dating him in the first place. Even the day after Lily was born, Floyd had overheard Caroline whispering to her mother, "If it weren't for how impressively sized he was, Lily wouldn't be here today, because she found nothing else of value from Floyd.” The words were etched into the shadowed corners of the room and into the folds of Floyd's memory. Those words echoed in his mind. And that was years before their marriage finally crumbled into divorce.

Floyd cautiously guided his rigid manhood into the depths of the very same pussy that had delivered his only daughter into the world. Caroline's body quivered as Floyd entered her, a moan escaping her lips despite her obvious attempt to suppress it. Her eyes widened, a mixture of shock, anger, and unwanted arousal dancing across her features.

"I hate you," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice a venomous whisper as her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with unwanted waves of pleasure. Her breath hitched, her pulse quickened, and her skin flushed with a heat that wasn't entirely from anger.

"I know," Floyd replied, his voice a low rumble, calm and unruffled. His hands, large and rough, gripped her hips firmly, his callouses a stark contrast to her smooth skin. He began to move, his body pressing against hers with a rhythm that was both primal and deliberately controlled, like the relentless ebb and flow of a tempestuous tide. "But we are doing this for Lily."

“Screw Lily,” Caroline's voice echoed through the air, a **** cry tinged with both anger and surrender.

Lily answered her mother, her voice laced with a knowing, almost mocking tone, “He already did. Now he’s screwing you.” The first half of which Caroline missed entirely as Floyd's massive cock head brushed against her cervix, sending a jolt of sensation spiraling through her.

The food court around them had fallen into a hushed silence, the spectacle of a breeding pass in action drawing curious and voyeuristic gazes. Caroline quickly felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized she was being watched by a crowd of strangers, her body on display in its most **** state. Yet, despite the humiliation, she felt an orgasm building inside her womb, a traitorous response to Floyd's relentless rhythm. So, she whimpered, her voice a pleading, **** sound, "If we must do this, please finish quickly."

Despite enjoying the act, Floyd didn't want to linger in the presence of this wicked woman any longer than necessary. He yearned for a private conversation with Lily about the secret she had just revealed. Resolving to conclude quickly, he tightened his grip on Caroline's hips, ready to move with greater intensity. With a deep groan, he declared, “As you wish Caroline!”

ven as Caroline uttered those final words, Floyd's hips accelerated to an almost punishing pace. Every thrust was a declaration of dominance, a reminder of the pleasure he once regularly delivered to her willing body. Caroline's fingernails dug crescents into the plastic tabletop, her knuckles whitening as waves of unwanted ecstasy crashed through her.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her voice a broken whisper. Her body tensed, muscles contracting as an orgasm built within her like a gathering storm. She fought against it, **** to deny Floyd the satisfaction, but her resistance was futile. With a strangled cry, she shuddered violently, her inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.

The sensation was too much for Floyd. With a primal grunt, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, flooding her womb with his seed. The hot splash against her cervix triggered another smaller climax in Caroline, her body milking every drop from him.

As their breathing steadied and reality seeped back into focus, the ambient sounds of the food court gradually returned—hushed whispers, the occasional cough, the distant clatter of trays. Floyd slowly withdrew, his softening member leaving a trail of their combined fluids on Caroline's inner thigh. She quickly adjusted her clothing, her face burning with a mixture of humiliation and lingering pleasure she refused to acknowledge.

"You bastard," she hissed, her voice trembling slightly as she slid off the table, smoothing down her dress with shaking hands. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

Floyd didn't answer. Instead, he calmly fastened his pants, his expression unreadable. The breeding pass in Caroline's hand had lost its holographic shimmer, now just an ordinary card with printed text—its purpose fulfilled, its power spent.

Lily watched the scene with a complicated mixture of emotions swirling behind her eyes. Pride, satisfaction, and something deeper, more possessive flashed across her features before settling into a serene smile. She stepped forward, linking her arm through her father's.

"Well, that's done," she announced cheerfully, as if they'd just completed a mundane as she pulled her father away from his ex-wife