You wake up to the second day of your transformation! Halfway done!

You wake up rather refreshed and energetic, your eyes parting to the soothing sight of the sun glaring through the windows and straight into your face. A sleepy yawn follows. It takes a few more moments before you grow aware of the heavy weight resting on your chest and tits in particular -- your sleeping father was still on top! His shaft was poking rather insistently against your belly button, a gentle reminder of his 'needs' as man.

Fortunately you were blissfully unaware of how busy his balls had been after the previous marathon of sex. His sperm count had been not only restored, but doubled after his recent boost of testosterone! The organ resting on your tummy was quite literally a baby maker at this point and well prepared to completely change the entire life of an unsuspecting teenager!

Even now in his sleep, the proximity to your little peach was enough to get his instincts going. His hips began moving on their own, back and forth, rubbing his hefty appendage against your flat stomach and spilling a few droplets of pre-cum across your pale skin. His fuck-stick must be extra excited right now without an annoying condom to squeeze and compress it so unpleasantly. It yearned for the warm, wet embrace only a pussy could offer...

"Hey. Wake up," you gently coax him out of whatever lewd dream he's possessed by. His grinding however continues, back and forth, with a lazy-ass rhythm. It doesn't bother you particularly much until he draws back more than usual and rather awkwardly pushes against your sensitive clit with his bloated rod! It's a mixture of tickling and discomfort -- he pulls back again and aims a little lower, thrusting against your chubby labia. You can tell why boys tend to have problems finding 'the hole', it's pretty hard to hit by accident... it doesn't keep him from trying. The constant stimulation helped to get your slit naturally lubed up, so whenever he would squish against your labia, it would gradually get those lips increasingly wet and slippery. Every clumsy push got him a little closer to the pleasure garden between your legs.

"Come on, wake up," you insist more loudly while pushing up against him, and he finally groans and wearily opens his eyes. "Get off me, I gotta piss." It wasn't remotely ladylike to put it so bluntly, but you aren't a lady! "Mornin'..." comes his tired response before he pushes himself off your petite body to give you room to get up. Your legs are a little weak, but you do manage to get out of the living room, walk up the stairs and get into the bathroom just in time. Peeing while standing is still out of the question, of course... bullshit. You reluctantly sit down on the toilet seat, release your bladder and wipe your cooch dry with a slice of toilet paper before continuing with your morning routine and brushing your teeth. It does come as surprise when you hear an insistent knocking on the door, followed by your father's voice. "Hurry up in there. Are you done yet? I'm horny." His morning erection didn't magically disappear, huh.

You're once again reminded of the one and only thing you had in common with your old man. Sex.

"Sure, we can fuck again in a moment, just uh... wait in Jimmy's bedroom for a second." So early in the morning... you aren't at all in the mood for sex right now, but whatever. You finish brushing your teeth and leave the room -- there's some voices coming from the master bedroom? Mom and your little brother seem to be chatting? At least they aren't balls deep into **** again...

You join your father in Jimmy's bedroom and see him rummaging through a couple drawers. It appears he's looking for something but with little success. "Have you seen the condoms? I can't seem to find them." He kept looking but got increasingly frustrated. It's not your problem -- if he wants to have sex with you then he has to take care of whatever preparations are necessary. You merely offer the hole he can use. The good old routine of lie back, spread 'em, wait till he's done.

He keeps looking for a little longer while you get comfy on the bed. It's there that you randomly notice the silver ring attached to one of your fingers with a tiny diamond adorning its center! You sure as hell don't own any expensive jewelry like that! You don't own any jewelry at all. "What's this thing?" you ask curiously. He's turning around to face you and looks at your finger to see the very familiar wedding band -- the one that was meant to be in his wife's possession. In some way, it still is. "That's unexpected, certainly a whole lot earlier than I thought." He raises his hand to show you a matching wedding band on his ring finger. "I guess this means we're married now? Little sooner than expected but I'm fine with this." -- "Whoa slow down, I'm pretty sure there's a little more to it than just wearing jewelry? Stuff like signing papers, making a pact, having an actual wedding?" you retort sarcastically.

"Maybe, maybe not." His ganze wanders down to your peachy slit. "This does mean that I own your little cunt now too. That's convenient. We can just skip the condoms then? Yeah we can. Let's do it the natural way." Your eyes grow wide - the idea of having sex without a latex barrier REALLY feels like a limit that shouldn't be broken. All of a sudden you feel a little nervous, like you are about to lose your virginity all over again? It's one thing to have sex with your own father while his dick is wrapped up in pink rubber like some kind of makeshift dildo, it's an entirely different story to allow his penis inside you completely bareback and raw! Not only would you be intimately connected, but he would without a doubt also drool some pre-cum into your vag. A part of him would become a part of you!

Like the gentleman he is, he spits into the palm of his hand and gives your pussy a quick rub to slather those lips with his saliva. Condoms are naturally covered with artificial lubrication, something that's now missing. Spit will get the job done just as well to allow for an easy entry into your naked twat.

His strong hands guide you onto all fours, an easy task considering how slender your teenage body is. Without much of a warning, he simply aims his dick at your slit and lets his cockhead push the lips of your vag aside. It's a little too late to argue now. You simply remain in place and let him feed the sausage into your pussy. The naked flesh of your cunt wraps around his cock and squeezes down on every inch! For the first time, he's treated to the blissful sensation of your little baby-oven embracing his unprotected erection!

Sweet little gasps escape you with every thrust, it was like a whole new experience! Compared to the smooth sensation of a condom-covered cock, this REALLY felt like a bumpy stick of meat that's being shoved into you. It's a REAL penis that's sinking into your twat. There's no denying that you are having real sex, with your real father!

"Relax," comes his hoarse, demanding tone. "I had a nice little dream. This won't take long," he spoke while picking up the pace. His crotch slapped wetly against your butt cheeks with every eager thrust. The walls of your vag were helplessly clinging to his shaft. "You're old enough for a little redecorating. It's about time somebody paints your insides a nice pearly white!" An adult's wicked sense of humour. That also clarifies that he has no intention of pulling out! The lust was thick in his words.

He could barely wait to squirt a healthy creampie into you. He was fully aware that your little womb was defenseless and ready for a good breeding, and he loved it! A few more seconds and he will turn this girly brat into a teenage mommy! The entire bed was shaking while he raced towards a climax!

The entire process had taken barely a minute at most. You hadn't even noticed that somebody was standing in the doorway to watch the spectacle -- with a shocked expression!