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Daddy Issues

When he went back to his bedroom, Freya had opened the windows and let in some fresh air. And although Roger had been very intrigued until now, he realized, that this was maybe not the best course of action. After all, Freya was his daughter. And something like this was not exactly standard for a father-daughter relationship. The idea to walk firmly in his mind, Roger invited Freya downstairs into the living room for a serious talk.

"What in the meaning of all that is sane and good has possessed you to want to have sex with me?" Roger sighed and muttered "And what has possessed me to follow through with it?" He was pacing up and down between the TV and the couch to get rid of a sudden nervous energy, while he was talking. "I mean, I am your father, goddammit! We shouldn't even think about having sex, let alone do it and yet, here we are!"

Freya shrugged. She was leaning on the sofa, as soft and lush as she had been when they had mated. She radiated a deep feeling of being sated and relaxed. With breasts that seemed a little bit more swollen than they normally did. Her nipples were hard and erect, her long, slender legs leisurely parted to allow her pulsating netherlips a little bit of break. One hand rested on her slightly swollen tummy and she caressed the gray fur, enjoying the feeling of her inner muscles contracting over and over in post-orgasmic bliss, keeping in as much of the heavy load as possible. She loved the feeling of fullness and the gentle muscular spasms. But above all, she felt relaxed. For the first time, since the pandemic had started, she felt herself shimmy deeper into the sofa cushions and just feel good about herself. Satisfied, without any fear, any worry, just full and happy and glowing from the tips of her floppy ears to her toes.

"I was feeling lonely. Brad and I have had... well I guess you already know that we have had sex in the past. Oh don't look like that. You are way too stiff about it." She shrugged. "It's only natural to have sex. Animals in nature do it all the time and no-one bats an eye."

"I am your father", Roger objected. The word natural reminded him uncomfortably of the fact that Freya had joined this All Natural Living club about two years ago. At the time he had thought it was just about clean living, health, food, lack of clothes and long camping trips in the woods. Like some sort of New Age Hippie Back To Nature shit. Apparently, there was more to it, than he had thought.

"Yes, you are. And you felt absolutely amazing. That is also natural. Some animals in the woods mate with their parents all the time, don't you know? Like I said: You were not my first partner. Although..." She smiled and lifted herself up. Slowly she padded toward him and tried forcing him into the sofa to sit on his lap. After a brief struggle, she managed and spread her legs on either side of his, straddling him. "You are by far the most exciting one. I have always been a 'daddy girl', you know that. You are the reason why. I love you. I have always loved you. How could I not, with you being such a handsome specimen". She looked at her father's toned body. Although becoming a Daddy had initially given him a small belly, he had reverted back to training hard over the past few months and now looked just as shredded as he had when she was a little girl. He was an impressive father and, even when she was small, Freya knew that she would always want a mate just like her Daddy. Now she pressed forward and pushed her budding breasts against Roger's chest. Thick white fur brushed over perky gray nipples and drew a little sigh from Freya. "And I am taking precautions. I'm on the pill, so relax. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Roger swayed for a moment. The scent of Freya's wet pussy made him delirious. It smelled of all the sweet, feminine odors that were already caressing his loins. But it also smelled of thick, salty musk. The scent of a female that had been fucked and filled thoroughly. With spunk, cum, the claim of a fully grown sexually mature male. And although there was quite a sizable part of him that hated him for it, he couldn't help but feel pride over having successfully claimed his bitch.

Almost entranced by the scent, he watched in awe, as his daughter lifted herself - and her now slightly dripping crotch - right up to his nose. There she stood on the sofa, right in front of him, grabbed her spade with two fingers and tilted it slightly toward his snout. She adopted a slightly mewling tone. "Daddy... I'm dirty. Will you clean me please?"