Girls Grow Up and Moms Grow Old, Pt. 3

Hunting and fishing means fucking and sucking!

The whole two weeks I was at work all I could think about was what fun I would have with Hattie, that’s my oldest daughter’s name, on our hunting and fishing excursions during my next time off. I usually spend the first two or three days at home before I start hunting and fishing to relax and catch up on chores. Every time Hattie and my eyes met I could see the excitement in her eyes. Naturally being with her those days I was incredibly filled with lust for her but unable to do anything about it. Going to bed at night and thinking about her I grew hard as a rock, and with the old sailor’s adage in mind, my wife’s pussy was my port during this storm. The next few days Hattie and I fished every day, and since the lake we were fishing we only a short way from the house, we had time for a quickie on the way out and back in the evening, but that had to do until we went to duck camp next. I allotted four days for duck hunting which meant we could spend the first night at a motel, and if we killed enough ducks, the fourth night as well. I knew there was a possibility that she’d get pregnant, but if I’d put her on birth control my wife was bound to discover them and put two and two together, and since a hard dick has no conscience, I decided to cross that bridge when I came to it. My daughter in the meantime was enjoying our time together as much as I was and suggested we run away together and live in another part of the State, but that was so obviously impossible I had to tell her we’d just have to make the best of the way things were. Well ten months of bliss went by and then it happened, she missed a period. After another month went by with no period she told me she was going to have my baby. This really presented me with a quandary, since I was the only one who had been with her when she was away from home, how could I blame it on someone else. Since it would be another couple months before she started to show, I at least had some time to come up with an answer. Then it hit me, several months ago at deer camp one of the other fellows on the lease had been there with his son, this could be my obvious out. So I cooked up a story and rehearsed it with Hattie. One day it was bitterly cold and my daughter had stayed back at the cabin to keep it warm so the rest of us could thaw out when we got in that evening. My friend’s son had come back midway because he had stepped in a puddle and got wet. That afternoon he had forced himself onto her. I told her to tell her Mom that story when she started to show and I would just play dumb. Well it worked like a charm, my wife told me the night after our daughter told her and I played the part of surprised and angry. I told her I would confront the boy’s father the next day and insist his son had to marry her. I left home the next morning and went to a bar to think of what was next. After about a half-dozen beers along with a shot of whiskey with each I came up with an answer. I told her that night the boy’s father had refused to let them marry as the boy was only fourteen and it was against the law at that age. He did agree though to pay $100 per month during her pregnancy and for child support, and if they cared for each other when he reached eighteen then they could marry. I told her that was the best we could do under the circumstances and we’d just have to live with it. Of course that suited me perfectly because that meant she and I could continue our lovemaking and I could afford the $100. An added benefit was being pregnant seemed to make my daughter especially horny, and we fucked like bunny rabbits almost up to the time I became a Daddy for the seventh time.

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