Debbie Does Daddy 3: Barefoot and Pregnant
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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“Everyone, I have an announcement to make,” my mother joyfully said to the rest of the family, who had all gathered around the table at our house for my post-graduation dinner. She clinked her fork crisply against the top of a mostly-empty glass of ice water to get their attention and stood up, leaving one hand on my stepfather Bruce’s shoulder as all eyes turned towards her.
“Today, we have joined to celebrate a wonderful occasion. My daughter Debbie has graduated high school and will start college at State University next fall!”
I blushed a little and wiped my mouth with a napkin. The faces turned to me and everyone, smiling and cheerful, gave me a hearty applause. I lowered my eyes, feeling a bit shy at the mass attention. My hands went into my lap and then across my belly, which felt very different than it did only a month ago.
The slight, rounded curve of it was still unnoticeable under the frilly pink and white dress I wore that day. I had easily hidden my condition from my mother and my friends at school, but soon I would no longer be able to conceal my growing belly and there would be difficult questions to answer. Even Bruce didn’t know yet. My stepfather said that he wanted the same thing as me the night I laid with him in mother’s bed and he flooded my fertile, unprotected pussy with his sperm. I quietly prayed that he really meant it, and that it wasn’t just something he’d said in the intense heat of the moment.