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I wake up once, in the middle of the night, every night. Just routine - bathroom break and a glass of water, I barely even wake up to get it done. It was practically uninterrupted sleep now that Cody had settled into a normal diurnal rhythm. I was really close to losing it back then - I could string at best two hours at a time before a crying puppy would drag me out of my sleep, and nothing but a chapped nipple in his mouth could get him to quiet down. It’s hard being a single mom, but it’s hell when you’re also a growing girl who needs her sleep, and highschool doesn’t give maternity leave. I wanted to handle it myself because Cody… fuck, I love him, I can’t help but not love my little pup. But who am I kidding? What girl wants to be a mom at fifteen?

My own mom passed when I was ten, along with what would have been my sister in another six months. It… sucked losing mom like that. I went to sleep with everything just fine, woke up with my dad shaking in fear, trying to keep her conscious while the ambulance arrived. It was a hemorrhage, my parent’s bedroom looked like something out of a slasher movie. I was afraid to even step into it for months after that night, until my dad replaced the bedding, mattress, and carpet. And so my dad became a single parent, to a girl who was grief-stricken until she discovered anger and angst.

Being a female dog I can’t help being a bitch, but I really was a bitch to dad when I started my teens. I felt like he was smothering me and that he didn’t know what he was doing trying to raise me. He tried his best, but there were times when… fuck, he was straight-up lost when I started my first period. He’s an old-school dog, a big burly mechanic, and didn’t expect to be the one to take his little Abigail to her first gynecological exam. His little girl was growing up, and a year later that girl was growing into a horny little bitch who thought she was so fucking mature but stuck with an overbearing dad who was treating her like she was just a child.

At fifteen I was a full-on horny angsty bitch ready to make some bad choices, and a dingy little local music festival proved to be a good opportunity. I went with Tammy, my then and still bestie, looking like… I dunno, biker lolis? We thought we were hot shit, especially me. My dad’s a Kangal shepherd, but I mostly took after mom. My colors and short pointy ears were pretty much full Akita, as well as the tail that curled up and sent the wrong message. I wasn’t stocky but after my growth spurt I was left taller than most fifteen year olds and with no need to stuff my bra. That had been our plan - I would buy us beers because I looked so fucking mature there was no way I’d be carded!

I was, of course, so we went with plan B and started batting our lashes until we found a guy willing to buy us booze. He was Lars, or at least that’s what he’d told me. Early twenties and working as a sound/lighting guy, basically just chilling until it was time to tear down the stage. He was from out of town, he didn’t bother to hide the way he was staring at me, and he had keys to a van that a bunch of the equipment came in and that was conveniently empty. So I excused myself from Tammy who gave me an encouraging wink as I let Lars walk me to the parking lot with his hand on my ass.

Getting into a windowless van with a stranger… great idea, right? But there was no ratty mattress in this one so I wound up with my back pressed against the side - cold metal, bare not counting the ‘Peavey’ sticker. I’d had two beers which was enough to get a lightweight like me buzzed, but I was sober enough to know what I was doing, sober enough to say no. I just didn't want to. I had no idea what Lars was - 100% mutt as far as I could tell - but he was cute, taller than me and he seemed to know what he was doing.

When he started fucking me I realized that he really did know what he was doing! I’d lost my virginity about eight months ago to a Jack Russel named Brandon, and it had sucked even though I’d popped my own cherry way before that. He was as green as I was, and wound up just hilting himself and grinding away until his knot grew and tied us. I’m not sure he’d lasted a minute total before he started cumming, and with barely any thrusting I was left with him lying on top of me, filling out his condom as I tried and failed to rub myself to climax.

Lars knew how to fuck, knew how to keep his knot outside so a tight teen pussy wouldn’t trigger his reflex to swell and tie. Not that he bothered knotting me – he knew I was underage and didn’t want to spend any more time with his dick in me than necessary. Made me cum twice before he did, so I didn’t mind. I had my legs wrapped around him and my back against the side of the van, and I could feel that thing rocking like a boat in a storm. Lars wasn’t bothering with a condom, no doubt figuring that if a piece of jailbait tail like yours truly was fine with getting raw-dogged, she was taking precautions of her own. It didn’t occur to him that in our state I still needed parental permission for birth control and that I didn’t have a mom. Imagine that conversation - Dad, your little girl is already having sex and I think I’m ready to start doing it bare-back. Can you take me to my gyno to get a prescription?

Sure, it would have been an awkward conversation, but it would have kept me from turning sixteen in the maternity ward. Yeah, Cody’s birthday is two days before mine. So there I am, wincing as Lars tugged himself free and trying not to freak out like the girl I was at the sight of a grown man’s load leaking from my gaped pussy. I tried to tell myself I didn’t need to freak out, didn’t need a plan-B because it was a safe day. Math would save my ass! Forget the fact that I could actually feel my abdomen swelling while Lars was draining his nuts inside me, forget the fact that I was still leaking a little bit of his cum the next morning and after a very thorough shower.

I didn’t tell my dad when I missed my next period, but when the morning sickness started… We weren’t very religious or anything so we talked about… options. Went to see my OBGYN, did some tests, ultrasound. She knew about my mom, and told us that due to some hereditary issues an abortion would be a major risk for me. Like, life-threatening. Even my pregnancy would require very frequent check-ups. Considering how my mom died, this scared the shit out of both me and dad and left us without options.

Dad was supportive. More than I deserved. I deserved to be told off for being a bitch to him while he struggled to do the best he could to raise me, for being so stupid as to let some random guy have unprotected sex with me. He couldn’t. He couldn’t risk me getting stressed, since stress might cause complications that might result with him watching his daughter pass away in the ambulance half-way to the hospital, the same way mom had. He wasn’t even forty at the time, he was too young to be a grandfather when we came home with Cody, but…

My shitty choices had me bummed out even before postnatal depression kicked in, but seeing the big burly grease-monkey grinning like a goofball as he fussed over Cody… fuck, I still smile when I think about it, even though I feel guilty about what I did to him. My grades had been good enough that college was an option before I became a mom. At about eighteen I should have left the house, letting my dad get back to dating. I knew for a fact he felt awkward about the idea of finding a replacement for mom for me, especially during my bitchy years.

But with me out of the house and starting my own life and dad just barely into his forties. He was pretty fit, rugged good looks, non-smoker, no drinking problem and could fix things around the house. If this doesn’t sound like much, you aren’t a 35+ year old divorcee. Trust me, those ladies would wet their yoga pants at a resume like that. But I wasn’t out of the house. I had a job at an electronics store, I was taking some courses at the community college, but I was nowhere near leaving home. Dad’s a mechanic so at least we can juggle our shifts so someone’s always home to watch Cody, but I know we’re just kidding ourselves with the whole grandfather thing. He was stuck being a dad again, all because I couldn’t keep my tail down. A dad but without certain dad benefits. After my first hell-week of sleepless nights he even got me a breast pump so that he could handle most of the midnight feedings. What kind of grandfather does that?

So why was this going through my mind at just past one am? Because even though they barely stick out of my hair, my little Akita ears are still keen enough to pick up sounds, especially in the quiet of the slumbering household. Heavy breathing, muffled growling noises… and the sort of wet sounds that had my tail twitching.

The smart choice would have been to just walk past his door and back to the bedroom I shared with little Cody and go to sleep. But those noises had stirred my own neglected needs, so the second smartest choice would have been to go back into the bathroom, lock the door, push my paw into my panties and do what I need where neither dad nor Cody would hear my whimpers. But I didn’t get where I was by making smart choices.

I heard the sound of the lock softly clicking, but dad didn’t. The hallway was pitch black, but there was moonlight in his room, enough for me to make him out as I opened the door enough to peek in. No glare of a smart-phone screen, my dad was old-school. He had his head thrown back and no doubt his eyes closed shut as he used his imagination while stroking what a big dog like him was sporting. Probably woke up from a nice dream and was picturing… well, I had a good idea whom. I doubt it was any of the local cougars who batted their eyelashes and flicked their tails at him…

Like I said, dad was still the kind of guy who caught women’s eyes and I wasn’t clueless. I could see why, but I’d never really seen quite so… much. And it wasn’t like I had much of a sex-life. A middle-aged single dad had to beat horny women off with a stick, but any guy that shows interest in me runs like I threatened to mace him once he learns I’m a mom.

So don’t judge me for peeping on my dad. Don’t judge me for not leaving once I saw that he was alright and in need of privacy. And as for slipping my paw into my panties… fuck, who are you to judge me? I hadn’t been with a man since Lars, having decided I didn’t want any more one-night stands. And the search for a man for me and a father for Cody was a dud so far. I was in my prime but celibate by circumstance, and I was watching a grown man go to town on the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

It had been just a bit of rubbing, nothing really serious, but when I felt wet heat against my finger I bit my lip and pushed it in. Eighteen is… not a good age to be celibate. My pussy grabbed onto my finger like a drowning man would have grabbed a life-preserver. My body was in its absolute prime, my sex-drive was in _over_drive and the fact that the hunk I was watching polish his pole was my dad was a minor detail. In fact, anything that could have made me walk away and stop what I was doing was an unwanted distraction at this point.

I could feel my nips poke against the soft cotton of the old t-shirt I’d worn to bed. One of dad’s, but a shirt I’d long since stolen and that no longer had even a trace of his scent. Not that it mattered, with the old dog’s cock out and the paw stroking it noticeably soaked. If it was stupid to just stand there, but it was crazy to actually walk up to my masturbating dad. So I guess I went from stupid to crazy, my hands rubbing against the hand pumping my crotch with every step I took. I was almost at his side when he heard me, either the steps or the squishes. I was in the moonlight now and he could clearly see me, and what I was doing.

“Abby! Why are you…” he began. I’m not sure if he was going to ask why I was in his room or why I was jilling in front of him. I had one answer for both, so I interrupted him.

“I was coming back from the bathroom and heard you…” I said. Dad hadn’t bothered trying to cover himself. The sheets were bunched up around his feet and out of reach and he was naked but his fur.

His expression was hard to read because the fur covering his muzzle was black, but the rest of his coat was a beige that almost shone as it caught the soft light. His coat was sleeker than mine and didn’t hide the muscles of a big male who worked for a living, and the pale color of his fur provided excellent contrast to the red shaft that one large hand couldn’t hide, try as he might. I was staring at him, and could feel him staring back.

Moonlight would bleach some color out of the cinnamon-orange portion of my coat, but the white parts of my fur almost glowed. Most of it was covered by the t-shirt which had gone through so many washes it wasn’t doing much when it came to modesty. My nipples were sticking out through the gossamer-thin cotton and pregnancy had left me with curves that a t-shirt couldn’t hope to hide. Curves I wasn’t trying to hide. I pulled my paw from my panties, and seconds later I saw my dad’s nose twitch.

“Abby… you should leave.” he said, in a soft, caring tone. He wasn’t kicking me out, he didn’t have the heart to do that to his little Abigail. If he’d known what was about to happen, maybe he would have? It was definitely my idea - I was the one who closed what little distance separated us.

“I know I should…” I said. We both knew what we should do, but were having a hard time actually doing it. Instead I sat down at the foot of the bed, casting a sideways glance up my dad’s body. The mess on my paw was slowly drying, which meant that the room already smelling of a horny male was filling with the musk of an eager bitch. I laid a hand on his knee, and he only spoke up when I was half-way up his thigh.

“Abby, you’re my daughter.” he said. You should leave, you’re my daughter… he was just stating the obvious. Was he expecting me to do the right thing? Make a smart choice?

“It’s my fault…” I said in a soft but calm tone. A distracted tone. My attention was still on very physical matters, and words I’d kept to myself were just slipping out. “I fucked up. Should have been out of your hair by now. Your little Abby all grown up… instead I saddled you with another kid.”

“A grandson…”

“You’re practically his father…” I said, and as I said it out loud… fuck, wasn’t he?

Cody’s first words to the big lovable Kangal had been ‘dada’ which was ambiguous enough to let it slide. But when ‘dada’ crystallized into ‘daddy’ they had to correct the pup until he started saying ‘gampa’. Was it really a crazy idea? If a three year old saw us as a mother and father, did it mean that it was that obvious and we were just kidding ourselves? Would it really be wrong to do what mommies and daddies did? I took my hand off his thigh, which was a good idea. Then I laid down next to him which wasn’t.

“Abigail…” he said, a sour tone.

“What if I told you I had a bad dream?” I asked. I used to get those a lot after mom passed, and he never minded little Abby crawling into bed with him then. Granted, he’d never been naked and little Abby had never shown interest in his erection. An erection he was still sporting.

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Abby… you know we can’t. You’re…”

“...safe. You know I’m safe.” I finished for him.

And he did. He’d put his foot down when it came to that, and as soon as I’d recovered from my pregnancy he took me to the gynecologist to have an IUD put in. Fool-proof birth control that didn’t rely on the responsibility and good sense of the girl in question. At the time it made me feel like a bitch taken to the vet to get fixed. I was still ‘under warranty’ for three more years…

“Abigail… how could I?”

“Gently. You’re bigger than anyone I’ve been with…” I said, answering a question I know he didn't ask. He was hoping to make me leave, to make me see sense. Oh dad, poor, sweet, naive dad! If I could do that, the crib in my room would still be collecting dust in the attic. I leaned forward, putting my hand on his chest and pushing my breasts against his arm.

“It’s just a dream. It has to be, right? Tomorrow morning I will still be your daughter, and you’ll still be my father. So who cares what happens during the night? No one will know… and I’m safe.” I crooned. Dad stayed silent. He stayed silent even after my hand slid down his chest, down a belly that was still hard to the touch until it met the heat of his cock. He moved his hand, letting me take over, and broke his silence with a growling moan.

As my fingers wrapped around the slick red rod I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized I’d just crossed a line. Even with me naked and pressed up against him this could have just passed for some very inappropriate father-daughter snuggling, but with his cock in my paw this was the first step down a road with no return. I could have just left it there - stroked that monster off and ground my crotch against him until I left him with a wet patch on his thighs and white streaks across his chest. He felt so good in my hand that I knew for a fact I could cum just by humping my dad’s leg like the horny bitch I was. But if I did, I’d always wonder what it would have been like. I kept my grip on him even as I climbed into his lap, looking down at the big lovable dog who still had hope in his eyes that his girl would do the smart thing. Sorry dad…

I was tempted to find out what that monster tasted like, but the truth was that I didn’t really know how to blow a guy. I’d given Brandon a very rookie blowjob, but he had a hair trigger so he was done before I’d gotten any experience. And some kissing and groping was enough to get Lars as hard as he could get so he didn’t bother even trying to stick it in my muzzle. I knew for a fact that even a seasoned cocksucker would have found dad’s shaft a challenge, but I figured that after having a baby my pussy was a veteran at stretching, capable of handling anything. It was with that confidence that I spread my wet slit with one hand and guided dad’s cock in with the other.

Fuck, I was wrong! The tapered point went in easily, opening me up for the tip which was a tight fit, but then the whole thing got thicker, just before slimming a little before the knot. I bit my lip hard to keep quiet, because I was sure dad would stop me if he thought he was hurting his little girl. And it did, the first cock I’ve had in over three years and also the biggest one I’ve ever had. But even though it hurt I kept pushing down, taking more and more until I was sitting on my dad’s knot with his cock sheathed deeper in me than any male had ever been. Well, not counting Cody.

I don’t think anything other than my puppy waking up and crying would have gotten me off my dad at that point. The part of me doing the thinking was the same part spreading taut around a big dog’s big bone, the tapered tip grazing interesting places inside me as it traveled deeper. My tail was raised so far that I could feel the tip of the damned thing brushing against my back, my dad’s dark muzzle fur making his face unreadable even while the mass twitching inside me sent very clear signals. Poor guy. He didn’t want to fuck his little girl, didn’t want the puppy he’d bounced on his knee now bouncing on his lap. I knew what he really wanted though.

“Mnnnoouuh Paul!” I moaned as I slid down and took another inch.

I’m sure calling him ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’ would have been a deal-breaker, but in retrospect it wasn’t fair to call him by his name. It wasn’t fair, but it did work. I’m sure he’d been dreaming of mom, and in this light I looked enough like her that calling his name the way she must have would have blurred whatever lines we’d just crossed. His hands settled on my hips, gently but the paws were still big enough to make my curved tail wag from excitement. The thickest portion of his cock was now embedded in me, and as the shaft slimmed just a little I slid down confidently until I had my clit resting against his knot. Still unswollen but already enough to make me have second thoughts. Not about riding my dad’s cock until we both got what we needed, nothing short of a bucket of ice-water would have gotten me off his lap at this point. But taking that knot, getting tied… canine feminine instinct insisted it was necessary, even though I knew for a fact I could get everything from an orgasm to a pup without it going in.

I ground my hips experimentally, ears folding back as dad’s cock shifted inside a puppy-pussy that should have been gripping him too tight for his shaft to move at all. I felt like I still had a teeny-tiny bit of room in there, and my soaked labia were playing a little around the bulge. I could just push down now while it was small, but that would end the game too soon. I wanted to ride my dad, wanted that delicious feeling of a glass-smooth canine cock sliding in and out of me, churning out the mess we were both already making. I’d just have to time it carefully. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get a chance to ride what was the best doggy-dick I’d ever had, so I wanted to make the most of it.

Yeah, I know, it was wrong, but… Oh fuck you! I’ve had sex with only two guys so far - one who cared for me but couldn’t make me cum, and one who fucked my brains out but lost interest in me before his load had finished leaking from my pussy. Here I was on top of a big buff dog who I knew for a fact loved me. We were both dateless, pent up, I was safe and I didn’t see one good reason not to ride this stud until we both got something that we needed.

As long as we didn’t wake Cody. That thought kept me quiet when I felt like moaning and yipping as I slowly rode my daddy, hips lifting more and more each time as the taut folds of my sex clung to the throbbing red rod. His hands were on my hips but he was letting me move, taking him at my own pace. They were big, strong and with callouses I could feel through my fur, but they were warm and that was enough. My own hands were resting on his chest, that wall of fur and muscle easily holding my weight as I rode him, sliding upward and forward as I kept nothing but dad’s tip in me until I pushed back and took everything but his knot.

Fuck, it was getting bigger! My ride was loosening me up and I could both smell and hear just how slick things had gotten back there. But when I dove down I felt my already straining lips splay past the point of comfort without me getting anywhere near taking that thing. I felt my dad’s paws move up my sides, ruffling my soft Akita coat as they went past my slender waist and up to my chest. I shuddered as he moved them to gently caress the sides of my breasts, extending his thumbs to brush them against my nipples. I gasped at the contact of his rough paw-pads gently caressing the stiff nubs. Pregnancy had filled my boobs out and years after the birth my areolae were still a little closer to brown than the pink I was born with.

I leaned back a little, taking my hands off his chest and pressing them against the big paws cupping my breasts, as if there was any danger of dad letting go of my boobs anytime soon. My back bent and arched as I rode him in short strokes, keeping him deep and trying, still really trying to work myself loose enough to take his knot. I had to squeeze on his paws before he took the hint, squeezing down on my puppies gently with such strong fingers that I think I came a little right then.

Not enough to satisfy whatever long-ignored needs had pushed me into dad’s bedroom, dad’s bed and down on dad’s cock. The cock I was now bouncing on, lifting my hips and just dropping as I winced with every failed attempt to take his knot. The sensible thing would have been just to forget about it and enjoy the already quite generous length of canine stuffed in my cunny until I climaxed, and then gripped my dad’s knot and squeezed him in case the pulsing of my pussy wasn’t enough to push him over the edge. But a sensible girl wouldn’t be bouncing away in her father’s bedroom, biting her lip to stifle her yips.

“You want it?” he asked, and the growly tone made it clear what he was referring to.

“I… want but I…can’t…” I whimpered, still trying to make my pussy stretch just a little further when dad’s hands moved to my shoulders and pulled me down against his chest. I thought he wanted to give his girl a kiss and my lips were ready to meet his when he suddenly threw his weight to the side, easily pushing me over. He shifted a little, parting his knees as he braced them against the mattress and parting my legs even further as he did. I’d always grown up with a big strong dad but I was appreciating his size in a whole new way now that I was trapped under him rather than riding around on his shoulders. I gotta admit I was a little scared, just not enough to say anything that might stop him. When he first bucked his hips I stifled a cry, just barely. The second one came closer to sinking his knot in, but all it did was make me yip. My eyes were tearing up and all I saw was a blur when a paw shot out and wrapped around my muzzle, closing it tight.

“You’ll wake up Cody…” he rumbled, and I nodded as best I could with him holding my muzzle. The last thing I wanted was my puppy walking in here and asking what mommy and ‘dada’ were doing.

Dad thrust again… fuck, he was going to do it! The weight of my body couldn’t push me down on his knot as I bounced, but who knows how much force this until now gentle giant put into each thrust. I could feel myself spreading and hopefully not actually tearing as each buck of his hips brought us closer to being as close as we could get. It hurt enough to make a horny girl used to bad decisions wonder if she’d fucked up seriously this time.

When it finally happened I was glad dad had muzzled me because I would have woken and traumatized not only my puppy but most of the neighborhood. It happened before I knew it, just a stab of pain and the sensation of being filled to my body’s very limits. Fuckfuckfuck… fuck! This was a mistake, he’s too big and he’s still getting bigger! He’d kept his hand firmly wrapped around my muzzle but my scream had been loud even escaping through my flared nostrils. I started to squirm, to frantically struggle against him, to free my muzzle from his grip and tell him that I was in over my head and that he was hurting his little girl. I couldn’t make him budge though, his weight was pinning me to the bed, giving me just enough room to squirm but not enough to squirm away. Not that I could, and if I had been clear-headed the sharp tugs I felt between my legs should have made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere until dad was done.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay… you’ll be fine…” he said. Well, he used to say the same thing I’d crept into his bed after a bad dream and he’d been right.

I tried to relax, wondering if he could feel my heart with how close I was pressed against him. I was sure he could feel my nipples poking through his fur and my mounds squished against his pecs. The moment he released my muzzle I opened it and took deep, ragged breaths. He was still growing but the worst part was over. He was growing with each beat of his big heart, filling me until the hard mass was grinding against my g-spot.

“Atta girl… just relax…” dad murmured as my breathing settled down into something less strained. He was staying stock still but he was still driving me wild. He was pressed so tight against that special place in my cunny that just his pulse was driving me crazy. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, wasn’t sure how I could tell and was wondering if this was another bad decision even as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

Daddy didn’t need to be told that his little girl was as ‘relaxed’ as she was likely to get. He was barely moving, slowly at first, little tugs and pushes that had my tongue slipping out of my muzzle and my little ears flicking back so far that they disappeared under my hair. The panic-inducing pain had faded into a persistent throb, timed almost perfectly to the heartbeat of the male tied to me. Throb-thump, throb-thump, throb-thump… the feel of my pussy filled to the brim and the surreal sensation of getting closer and closer to climax with neither of us really moving.

Dad had been humping a little into me, but with me clinging to his body he was reduced to just grinding against me… or maybe I was grinding up against him. We were pressed so tight against each other it was hard to tell. More than that, we were joined together and I wondered if it was messing with his head the way it was with mine. When Brandon had tied me after a few pumps all I felt was frustration, but with my insides molded to dad’s throbbing length I felt like I was losing my mind and loving it! I buried my muzzle in his neck to stifle… whimpers? Words? I honestly couldn’t identify the noises I was making.

With my legs wrapped around dad’s hips his heavy sack was pressed right against my little pink tailhole and my first clue about what was coming as a soft pulsing against that tender ring. I must have gone crazy, something snapping in my mind even before I felt dad’s low growl rumbling through the chest pressed against mine. My paws were all over his big broad back, dull claws digging furrows in the beige fur as the idiot noises I’d been making finally crystallized into one intelligible word - yes. Murmured, whimpered, gasped, growled and damn near screamed out loud when I felt him spay and finally lost it.

Dad had just enough sense to press his muzzle to mine and muffle the kind of noises that would not only have woken Cody up but scared him for life. His orgasm was strong enough that I could feel the tip pressed against my cervix let out little jets that forced their way in, trying to breed a thankfully infertile bitch. It was weird - back in the van Lars had very much bred me but never knotted me. Now I knew I was safe but for some reason my body was insisting I was being made a momma right now - a male was very firmly tied and he was cumming like crazy, putting enough seed inside me for me to feel my womb expand as it was forced to accept the deluge.

My world was spinning… oh wait, that was dad rolling over again. My limbs had gone limp at some point and now my whole body was doing the same, draped over the hard, warm bulk of the male throbbing in my pussy. His hands rubbed up and down my back, smoothing down his little girl’s fluffy coat until they slipped past my lower back and settled on my cheeks. He gave me a grope, squeezing slowly but hard. The pregnancy had left me with a hand-filling behind but his hands were big and strong - my ass was no match. When his fingers dug in I moaned into the pillow I had been drooling into, the grope causing my pussy to pay him back and squeeze around his still twitching cock.

As ecstasy receded, exhaustion was trying to edge its way back. It was late, being a mom was hard work and part of me wanted to get some much needed sleep, but I didn’t want to miss a second of this magic moment in case it never happened again. I was on the edge of dreams as my dad stroked and groped me, and it was only a squirt from between my legs that served as a wake-up call. I braced myself with one trembling arm and pulled myself off what was now an almost tiny knot. Warm seed squelched even though dad’s thick cock was still plugging me, but he’d filled me with too much for anything short of a firm tie to hold.

I pushed a paw down my belly and managed to cover myself just after his tip slipped out, feeling my dad’s cum seep through the fingers pressed against a tender pussy hot to the touch. The kiss I gave him was brief and tender, almost innocent as I climbed out of bed and dashed to the bathroom with my hand on my crotch. I got into the shower and gave myself a quick rinse, and if I didn’t have to go back to the bedroom I shared with my three year old pup, I’m not sure I would have bothered with that much. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, my dreams taking me back to the room and the male I’d just left…

*******

“Morning dad! Have a seat, eggs will be done in a minute…” I said, directing the big bleary-eyed dog to a table where toast, bacon and his grandson were all waiting as I cracked the last egg into the sizzling pan before closing it to get it steamy.

“Thanks Abby, but you’ve got the late shift, you should have taken the chance to sleep in…” he said, avoiding mentioning a less than restful night in front of an adorable little mutt stopping half-way through his oatmeal as his eyes focused on his ‘dada’.

“Well my roomie is an early riser, so I figured I’d feed the two of us along with… Cody, c’mon! Clean your bowl or you’ll never grow up as big as grandpa. He always polished off his oatmeal when he was your age, right dad?”

“Sure did.” he said, and predictably the spoon sank back into the sweet goop in front of little Cody.

“Gampa! Imma fix my twuck today…” Cody insisted with a full mouth, making it clear he intended to spend hours using his pretend toolset on the foot-to-floor riding toy we got him.

“That’s great champ. Just remember - a real mechanic always puts his tools away when he’s done.” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile at my boys as I plated my dad’s breakfast. “Abby, about last night…” he said softly and awkwardly, but I silenced him with the clink of a plate and a kiss between his ears.

“It was just a dream dad…” I said, and saw his shoulders go slack with relief that we were on the same page. Last night didn’t change anything. We both had holes in our lives, and we’d needed to find people good enough to fill them. But until then, we could always dream…