A Few Weeks Later

A few weeks have passed since Peter had bought the fleshlight. He has been enjoying it almost every night, thinking about the women he encounters on a daily basis.

Currently, Peter has just gotten home from work, and is sitting on the couch watching football. Mandy walks in and sits next to her father. "Daddy, I need to talk to you about something. It's important." She says with a bit of fear in her eyes.

Peter shuts off the TV and turns to his daughter, "Of course, sweetie. Is everything alright?"

Mandy begins to tear up, "I...I don't the right way to say this so I'm just gonna get to it," She takes a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

Peter is shocked, "I--What? How? I mean I know how, but when? With who?" Peter asks, dumbfounded.

Mandy shrugs, "I-I don't know who. Iknow this is gonna sound stupid, but...um I think it was a ghost."

A look of intense confusion appears on Peter's face, "A ghost? What the hell are you talking about?"

"A few weeks ago I fell asleep on the couch after taking a shower and I got woken up by the feeling of something enter my y'know...pussy. At first I thought it was a bug that crawled in there or something, but I started feeling it moving in and out even though I couldn't see anything..."

Peter remembers seeing Mandy sleeping in a towel on the couch a few weeks ago, before using his toy for the first time. "Oh shit." He says out loud.

Mandy nods, Yeah, I know. And I felt it cum inside me. I think I might be having some sort of ghost baby. I don't know what to do!" She begins to cry as she hugs her father.

A million thought race through Peter's head, Was that the moaning I heard? Did I get her pregnant? How could that even be possible? Did I do the same thing with Cass? Is that why she's been avoiding me? What about the other girls I've thought about? Should I go back to the store and ask Lucy about this?

Peter hugs his daughter back, "It's okay, sweetie. We'll figure this out." He tries to comfort her.

Mandy wipes her tears away, "Thank you, Daddy. Would you be mad if I wanted to keep it?"

The idea of his daughter having his baby excites him greatly, "Of course I wouldn't be mad. I think you'd make a terrific mother."

A look of relief comes across her face, "Thank you so much, daddy. I love you." She kisses him on the cheek and heads to her room.

"I love you too, sweetheart."