A Familiar Conception (Closed for UKStud69)

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Chrissie stared at the pregnancy test and could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Her and her husband Rob had been trying for the last year to get pregnant. From keeping up with her ovulation to using fertility lubricant to hell, just reading every little piece of article on the internet to see what the best way to get pregnant was.

That was actually how she found out about fertility lubricant…google.

Quietly, she stepped out of the bathroom. Rob looked up at her. “Well? Do we have good news to tell your parents at dinner tonight?”

Chrissie shook her head showing him the pregnancy test.

“Damn.” He muttered.

“Do you think somethings wrong with me? I mean…” she shook her head, just completely confused by the whole thing. They’d done literally everything by the book.

“What? No! It just hasn’t happened yet.” Rob wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. “let’s go meet your parents at the restaurant, hm?”

“At this point we might as well get a sperm donor…” she sighed and tilted her head to look at him. “Ugh, maybe we can reschedule? I was fine when I thought we had news about a possible baby on the way but with no baby news that’s just one more thing for my dad to pick on you about.”

Chrissie didn’t exactly have the best relationship with her dad. He’d never exactly been father of the year nor had he been the best example of the type of guy she should marry. She was pretty sure at one point he’d cheated on her mom or maybe her mom had been the one he’d cheated with, she didn’t know.

She didn’t exactly care to know either. She just knew of all the half siblings she had, she was the youngest and the only child out of her mom. At 30 years old, beautiful buxom blonde Chrissie Taylor (her married name) had made sure to marry up and not down or equal to her dad.

Rob wasn’t rich but he wasn’t poor either. He was a business man, an accountant for a small company in the city or at least that what was what he’d just been promoted to.

“No, no I think I’ll win him over tonight. I got a promotion so that’s some good news. Go get ready.” He smacked her ass and winked.

An hour later…

Chrissie came out wearing a pink skirt with a white top with a matching jacket. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and she followed Rob to the car so they could meet her parents at the restaurant.

She was definitely not ready to have dinner with her parents.

This was their traditional thing they did though dinner once a month, usually it was a home cooked meal but tonight it was have dinner at the restaurant and then they’d probably go back to her parents house for drinks where her husband and dad would get into the whose dick is bigger game …metaphorically speaking.
 
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Chrissy rolled her eyes as the first thing her dad did was judge the very restaurant Rob had chosen to eat at. Quickly she hugged her mom and kissed her cheek. “Hi mom, your dress looks gorgeous!” She said with a smile.

“I uh…I thought it was a nice restaurant. I could probably go more expensive, if you want…or more…family oriented?” Rob stammered.

“Dad.” She said her tone wasn’t cold but it wasn’t super friendly either. It was somewhere in between friendly and unfriendly. “You could be a bit nicer to Rob. He’s only been my husband for 5 years.” She rolled her eyes.

5 years of trying to impress her dad and getting nothing in return. It was a bit sad. She was surprised that he hadn’t just stopped trying. Maybe that was just how much Rob loved her.

“Mom seriously, you look beautiful tonight. “ Chrissy said with a grin.

“Stop it.” Her mom said blushing. Finally the waitress came over and led them to their table. The restaurant wasn’t that bad, it was a nice seafood restaurant. The food wasn’t too expensive but it wasn’t cheap either.

“Besides, I actually suggested this place since mom and I like shrimp.” Chrissie said with a pout.

“Ignore him, he’s just grouchy because he didn’t laid before we left the house.”

“Ew, gross mom. No one wants to know about your sex life, especially before dinner.” Chrissie’s dad wasnt terrible looking by any standards at least from her friends point of view. When she was in highschool one of her friends always seemed to have a crush on him and once they hit college that crush just seemed to deepen and when he’d playfully respond to their flirtations…

Well, it was annoying. She’d actually stopped being friends with one of her girlfriends, Caroline because she lied once and told someone that she’d fucked Chrissie’s dad.

Her dad was a creep but she didn’t believe he’d ever cheat on her mom or at least not with one of her friends. Even though by that time her and her dad had stopped being as close as they had been when she was a kid, there was no way she’d let someone talk about her family like that.
 
Chrissy was partially trying to listen to her dad and husbands conversation but also didn’t want to ignore her mom either. They were super close especially after she got married, ironically enough.

“I think I want the fish and chips basket.” Chrissy murmured thoughtfully. It wasn’t a super ritzy dish but she’d always loved her french fries.

Chrissy looked down at her pink skirt and then smiled at her mom. “Thanks mom! I got it at Macys. We could probably find you something that would make you look incredibly hot. Daddy wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you.” Chrissy teased.

“Ohh the shrimp scampi actually looked delicious.”

Her mom wasn’t bad looking. In fact Chrissy hoped when she got older she looked like her mom. They looked practically like twins with the exception of her moms age.

“So, why did you guys want to eat out this time instead of the usual home cooked meal?”her mom asked.

“I…” Chrissie felt that pang of loss and she hadn’t even gotten pregnant yet.

“I got a promotion.” Her husband said trying to help her. “You’re looking at the new CPA.”

Chrissy smiled at Rob but wasn’t sure she wanted to hide this. She didn’t say anything not at the moment.
 
Chrissy rolled her eyes as her dad once again berated her husband. It just never seemed to end with him. Any and everything he could find to pick on Rob he would. She reached underneath the table and squeezed her husband’s hand.

“Don’t worry daddy. We could’ve made due the last time and we will be perfectly fine now.” Chrissy insisted. “We also don’t need you to put in a good word either.”

“We don’t?” Rob asked and she glared at him causing him to reach for his water and down it one gulp just to shut himself up.

“Are you sure everything is ok Christiane?”

Now was definitely not the time to mention not being able to get pregnant. It was disappointing that she couldn’t even discuss this with her parents for fear that her dad would ridicule her own husband about it.

“I’m fine, mom. I’m just… “ maybe she could mention something about considering children at the very least. “There’s something else. Me and Rob are considering bringing a little one into the family now. We’ve been married for five years so it’s time you know. So I guess I’ve just been distracted with that.”

She glanced at her dad who was as usual flirting with the college aged waitress who seemed to be eating it up. Why wouldn’t she? Older men was where the big tips came from after all.

“Rob, I was just mentioning how we wanted to grow our family.”

“Uh, yeah…yes, right. We do. Will. We will.” He stammered as Chrissy smiled.

“Yes, two cocktails.” Her mom said with a smile. Chrissy nodded,”I’ll take the Spritz.” Her mom ordered the same thing. Earlier they had decided on a strawberry margarita but had changed their minds.

Sometimes it was like the two women were like twins.
 
“Well that should be pretty easy if you have my genes Chrissy,”

Chrissy gave a small smile but didnt say anything for a minute. Should she mention it? At the end of the day these were her parents. They were supposed to support her regardless of everything else. At least that was how most families were.

She glanced over at Rob who seemed to be mildly distracted staring at the waitresses ass. Chrissy had been planning not to mention anything for his sake but if he was going to stare at someone’s ass …

“That’s great news,” Vanessa replied, positively beaming. “We’re both really happy for you,”

“Well you better not get too drunk Rob, I’m sure Chrissy doesn’t want you struggling to perform later,”

“Thanks mom.” Chrissy said with a smile as the waitress came back with their drinks. The waitress leaned down some so her dad could get a better view of her cleavage but that didn’t stop Rob from glancing in that direction before clearing his throat and focusing somewhere else.

“God dad do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” Chrissy snapped. The last thing she needed was to be reminded that they were having issues with having kids. Her dads jokes weren’t exactly making things easier.

Her back stiffened at his question about Caroline. “We stopped talking after awhile. We had a difference of opinion when it came to …relationship boundaries.”

Caroline had made the mistake of getting drunk at Chrissy’s bachelorette party and blurting out that her dad was a good fuck.

“I’ll have the fish and chip plate.” Chrissy said to the waitress quietly. She pushed her chair back and took a deep breath. “I need some air. I’ll be right back.” Chrissy made her way outside and closed her eyes. This dinner had been a horrible idea but at least it was in a public place so she could sort of get away them—or rather her dad.

Sometimes it was hard to believe they were actually related.
 
Chrissy huffed silently to herself waiting for someone to come out and check on her. More than likely it would’ve been her mom or Rob. That was who she had been expecting but it came to a huge surprise when it ended up being her dad who came outside.

At age 10 when something was wrong Chrissy would have run into her fathers arms, cried and asked him to make it all better.

He didn’t but he’d make some stupid joke to make her laugh and that had been good enough.

As she got older those stupid jokes just felt heartless like he didn’t give a shit. So when he came outside and asked if she wanted a cigar, she rolled her eyes.

“Figures thats the only reason you’re out here.” she muttered

“What is it that’s got your panties in a twist anyway Chrissy?”

She didn’t say anything for a minute.

“Since when do you care?”

“You can’t stay out here all night, your food will go cold.”

Wow he almost sounded like a concerned parent. “Fine. I cant get pregnant daddy.” she frowned,”I mean Im sure I can just me and Rob have been trying to for awhile and….” Chrissy shrugged,”Guess I didn’t get your genes. If we dont get pregnant maybe I’ll adopt or something. Or get a sperm donor.” the sperm donor was a joke somewhat.
 
“Adoption really? You really want to take on someone else’s problem?”

Chrissy frowned at that statement. She would never think of adopting a child as taking on someone else’s problem.But trust her dad to be an asshole about it.

“Wow, real classy dad.” She said as she stared up at the sky. “Really know how to make me feel better.”

“I’m sure you’d prefer to have a baby with your own genes, even if it can’t have Rob’s genes,”

Chrissy’s brow furrowed because she wanted Rob to be the dad. “I mean obviously I would prefer if it were my husband who was the dad.” She hesitated before speaking,”However, if it called for me to get some kind of insemination surgery thing done then…”

Chrissy shrugged her shoulders idly. It wasn’t her top tier choice though. “We haven’t really talked too much about it.”

“I’ve obviously never had cause to look into it,” he continued referencing his many children, “but sperm donors, all that medical fertility stuff is expensive right? Are you sure you and Rob can afford all that?”

“I..I mean I think so. With Rob’s new job…” God, she’d been so sure about this before and her dad was putting doubts in her head. Could they afford it? He did just get the job. It wasn’t like her husband had been working in that new accounting position for too long.

“You don’t want to get yourself into even more debt just because Rob probably has slow swimmers,”

Chrissy scoffed at his words and rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was the advice he was giving her. She waved the smoke out of her and stepped back to lean against the wall with him.



“Either that or maybe you can’t bring yourself to put out regularly for Rob,” he joked, making light of the situation. “Although I can’t say I blame you for that. I’m still surprised you ever let him get on top of you in the first place ,”

“Wooow. Really going to use this situation to your advantage aren’t you.” She should just go back inside. It wasn’t like her dad was helping.

“For your information, Rob and I have a very active sex life.” She wasn’t sure what brought her to say that or what made her keep going. “In fact we just had sex this morning. Rough sex and he had me screaming his name …very loudly.” as if that was supposed to prove something. “I have a very high sex drive…and so does he.”

Oh god, Chrissy shut up! This is your dad you’re talking to. She thought as she glanced away.
 
Well, that’s good to know. It’s funny, your mom used to be a fan of rough sex too.”

Chrissy scrunched up her nose at her dads words and dark chuckle. “Gross dad, no one wants to hear about you and mom’s sex life.” It was hypocritical considering she’d just talked about her sex life with Rob but her dad wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to let her go on about something if he didn’t want to hear it.

That should bother her, right? That her dad hadn’t changed the subject when she brought up her sex life.
“Maybe you’ll be pregnant now then, if it was such a fantastic fuck session this morning,”

“Maybe!” She once again shrugged her shoulders. This was odd, talking about this kind of stuff with her dad. They hadn’t had a father daughter talk since before she hit puberty. He once again almost seemed like a real dad…

“But if you’ve been having sex so regularly, Rob really should have gotten you pregnant by now shouldn’t he,”

And there was the asshole dad she knew and hated so much. She played woth the ends of her blonde hair as that doubt set in again. Her brow creased.
“Are you sure he hasn’t been faking it?”

“No, dad why would he fake it? Look at me!” Another outburst and just proof that she was his daughter if there had ever been any doubt. She cleared her throat. “No. Rob wouldn’t fake it. He’s not an asshole like…” her voice trailed off because she almost said ‘like you.’

There was no need to stoop down to her dads level. She was better than that.

“Either way probably best not to tell your mom for now, she’ll probably be just as upset as you. You know how much she wants to be a grandmother. I think she’s upset that I’m already a grandfather, from you know, previous relationships,”

Great, she couldn’t even tell her mom about this? They were so close. Her dad was right though, her mom would be upset considering she was her only daughter. Chrissy didn’t respond to that comment though.

“Can I try?” she said nodding to his cigar. “Im stressed now and I wanna see if it really does calm the nerves or is that just another pitiful excuse you have to feed your addictions.”
 
“I guess you’re used to having things in your mouth, if you’re the one getting things started so regularly.”

Chrissy took the cigar from him and put it between her lips, blushing slightly at his words and nearly choking on the smoke also due to his words.

“Im not going to talk about blowjobs with my dad.”

If she had even thought she’d be pregnant she wouldn’t have tried the cigar. She used to smoke in college, something she never told her parents so it wasn’t like she didn’t know how to smoke.

Well—okay it wasnt a habitual thing. She tried it her freshman year of college wanting to rebel but didn’t like how it smelled. The smell of cigar and her dads cologne though? Something about it was…interesting.

“So have you started actually making enquiries about the whole sperm donor thing? I’m guessing you don’t want to look into surrogacy, you want to be the one to carry your child right?”

It had been an option, finding a surrogate mom if she absolutely couldn’t get pregnant.

“I mean yeah, obviously but if I just absolutely can’t get pregnant then…” Chrissy wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. “I should have my own child though, huh? “

“It’s funny, I’ve always thought about donating to sperm banks. Kind of like a charitable thing to do right, donate to those less fortunate,” he laughed, insensitively. “Better than donating blood or money,” her dad shrugged. “At least I’d get to watch some porn and jerk off,” he continued, no doubt embarrassing his daughter further. “But don’t let the idea of your old man doing that put you off your food,” he smiled at his daughter.

A quick image of her dad sitting in a room masturbating went through her mind and she shook her head.

“God, you’re such an asshole daddy.” She handed him back his cigar,”That was utterly gross by the way.”

She reaaaally didn’t want to talk to him about this anymore. It bothered her that her own husband couldn’t get her pregnant. She’d gone to a bunch of doctors and they’d all said she should’ve been pregnant by now.
Chrissy wasn’t going to tell her dad that. He had enough ammunition against Rob.

“I guess with the whole sperm donor thing, you get to choose a little right,” Her dad just kept talking about it. “I think they give you some anonymous background about the donor; career, family medical history, physical appearance,”

“They do?” She hadn’t gone to a clinic so Chrissy didn’t know the process at all.

“Hopefully they’re honest about the success rate too, I mean if you are paying all that money you’d want to be pretty confident it was going to work right?”

She chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Chrissy would have hated to get a terrible sperm. She was a bit of a perfectionist.

“Especially if you can only afford to get one shot,” he smiled. “Excuse the pun,”

Panic rushed through her. She didn’t even know why she was panicking considering her and Rob weren’t poor. They weren’t rich but they weren’t poor either. Chrissy had no reason to panic.

“I bet you and Rob wish you hadn’t spent so long using condoms or the pill or the pull out method when you guys were younger now huh,”

“Well its not like we wanted to get pregnant too early.” The last thing she had wanted to do when she was in college was take care of a baby. “Well, what do you suggest? Donating some of your sperm since you’re so virile?” she laughed. It was a joke or at least it should’ve been considered as a joke. “I’m kidding, daddy. I hope you know that…”
 
Chrissy wasnt sure if she’d heard correctly but she could’ve sworn she’d heard her dad mumble ‘Shame.’ under his breath after she mentioned not wanting to talk about blow jobs. There was a strange tingle that rushed through her. She swallowed hard.

She needed to get out of here. She shouldn’t have felt that strange tingle of desire when it came to her dad. Chrissy was just frustrated. Frustrated that her own husband couldn’t get her pregnant, frustrated that she probably would have to look into finding a sperm donor if, as her dad so quaintly put it, her husbands sperm wasn’t up to the task. Now, she was angry that she was starting to think like him.

“Well I’d be happy to help, although not quite sure a hospital would allow that,”

That comment had come after she’d made the joke about using her own dads sperm. If she were a sick individual she would’ve continued on with the joke.

“No one has to say you’re my dad.” It sounded way more flirty than it should have. Chrissy cleared her throat and focused her stare on anything other than her dad.

“But I’m sure we could come to some kind of private arrangement,”

That broke her stare from the sky over to him. She opened her mouth to respond and then closed it. Her dad wasn’t exactly an ugly individual. It was why her friends used to always come over. Anything to see Christiane’s sexy dad, right?

She shivered as his hand trailed down her back stopping just above her ass. Was he implying that they…have sex?

“Something to think about,”

If her dad were a more comforting dad, she might have thought he was attempting to comfort her but she was almost certain he was …hitting on her.

“Haha very funny.” She snapped backing out from his touch. Never mind that she’d just been making jokes implying that she fuck her dad by sperm donation.

“We better get back to the table, your beloved husband will be worried about you,”

Chrissy rolled her eyes and walked back towards the table, slowly not wanting to go in with her dad. God forbid someone think they actually got along for one night. For a minute, even in his twisted way it felt like he’d been trying to help her. It was still…
She couldn’t put her finger on it.

Shaking her head, Chrissy made her way back inside the restaurant and to the table where her food was already waiting for her. She sat down and kissed her husband on the cheek.

“Sorry, guys I just needed some fresh air.”
 
Chrissy had avoided eye contact with her dad after coming in for one main reason, he knew her secret and had actively given advice though not the greatest advice on how to rectify it. The scary part was she’d been joking but it didn’t feel like he had been joking.

It was scary because for a brief second, Chrissy had been considering it. That was stupid though.
As her mom chastised her dad about smoking, it went through one ear then out the other. This was their usual fight for as long as long as she could remember.
“I don’t want to quit to be honest, I like smoking,”

Chrissy bit back a groan, she waa glad she didn’t have to have this argument with Rob.
“Well don’t you try and kiss me after dinner,”

“No problem,” he whispered.


Chrissys eyes darted up to him as he focused on her. No one else seemed to notice though. Her mom seeming to stare blankly at her plate as if trying not to cry. Chrissy didn’t know why her mom stayed with him anymore, its not like she was a kid.
No one else seemed to notice as her dad excused himself and followed the waitress that had been serving them. She did though as she slowly ate her food, eyes narrowing as he gave a charming smile at her saying something.

Chrissy got up and smiled at her husband and mom,”I’ll be back.” Her mom was so lost in her own depression she hadn’t even noticed that her daughter was leaving at the same time or close to the same time her dad was.

She could hear the waitress giggling. “Well tips are always welcome…” the blonde waitress trailed her finger down her dad’s chest through his dress shirt and Chrissy felt a strong familiar feeling wash through her like when he’d been flirting with her best friend who ended up fucking. It was like white hot rage!

Not again, he wasn’t doing this again!

“Daddy, there you are!” she said brightly making the waitress back away a step. Too brightly for anyone who know what their relationship was like but outsiders would think thats how Chrissy was around him. “I need your help with…something.” She grabbed his arm,when did he get strong? “Can you go refill our drinks by the way?” she said to the waitress who only glowered at her. Chrissy ignored the blonde leading her dad towards the bathroom away from the waitress.

“Dad, what the hell? You cant do that with mom just tables away from you. Why are you guys even still married if you can’t stand…” Chrissy shook her head. No, maybe she didn’t want to know why.
 
“Why do you think we stayed married Chrissy?”

He wasn’t happy that Chrissy had interrupted yet another affair that he was probably having. She wasn’t going to standby and let him fuck some random girl though, especially not with her mom there in the restaurant. He couldn’t have some class to at least wait until he was not out with his family.

It made her sick just thinking about anyone wanting to do anything sexual with her dad.

It made her think about when he’d fucked her best friend.

“You were unusually quiet during dinner. Have you been thinking about my offer? Is that what it is? Were you jealous of the attention I was giving the waitress,”

“What? No I…”

Chrissy’s voice trailed off as she felt her own dads hand trail up her thigh. What was he doing? She didn’t think he’d gotten drunk enough to start hitting on his own daughter, had he?

Her leg tingled from the areas that he’d already touched.

“We could get started right now. You’re obviously determined to stop anything happening with that waitress, but maybe you wouldn’t be so against me taking you into the bathroom instead,”

Should she?

Chrissy felt her clit pulse in answer to that silent question. No. She wasn’t going to cheat on her husband with her dad. She felt his body press against hers and god help her but she was tempted.

“You’re an ass.” She said softly not yet moving. Maybe she could just give him a blow job or something? “Im not fucking you in the bathroom, thats disgusting.” She paused,”If I…g-give you head would you leave the waitress alone? Just head.”
 
Chrissy wasnt sure why she had just volunteered herself to suck her dads cock. Was it really because she didn’t want him cheating on her mom with some random waitress? It wasn’t like this was something oht of the ordinary for him. He was a cheater through and through.

To say she was nervous wouldve been an understandable.

“I’m not sure any real man would turn down an offer like that, unless Rob doesn’t like blowjobs….?”

Her eyes narrowed but she didn’t say anything. Lately, her husband had been very reluctant when it came to blowjobs. Usually she would’ve been okay with that except Chrisdy was trying to spice up their love life and adding different types of sexual acts was part of it. She didn’t want to admit that her dad was right though.

Chrissy was so tempted to walk away and sat forget it. With her luck her dad was lying and would end up getting the waitresses phone number. She started to speak but stopped when her dad cut her off.

“Ok I’ll leave the waitress alone,”

“Thank you!” It was like he could read her mind. She started towards the bathroom door, feeling the color drain from her face.

“Better for me to take you up on your offer now, before you change your mind don’t you think?! If not I’m sure the waitress will….” the old man guessed, not knowing that for certain, but that prospect seemed to have sparked Chrissy’s offer. “You better check there’s nobody else in there before taking your dear old dad into one of the stalls,” he grinned maliciously.

Chrissy glanced at him one more time before pushing open the bathroom door. “Hello…” her voice echoed in the bathroom. No answer. “Um, anyone in here….last call??”

Still no response.

She turned and gave a weak smile to her dad. “Its empty…”
What was wrong with her? Why was she doing this?

To keep her dad from cheating on her mom with a waitress. Though cheating on her mom with her daughter wasn’t better, no it was actually worse but she was already pulling him in the bathroom and then the stall.

Clearing her throat, Chrissy glanced at him and frowned before going to her knees. She shakily undid his pants and reached into his boxers to pull it out.
 
Chrissy had been seriously thinking her dad had been joking about all of this but clearly, he wasn’t . Now, they were in a stall where he was waiting for her to suck his cock. She was already resching into his pants to take out his cock.

“Good girl Chrissy…”

Her heart leapt at the small bit of praise. She pushed that away though, no bad girl! She should not get any pleasure from her daddy calling her a good girl due to her feeding into his perversion.

“Well…..?”

Chrissy was taking too long and she knew it. She was stalling. The cock slapped her gently in the face. She grabbed hold of it gently squeezing and then slowly dragged her tongue on the underside of it. Her tongue slid around the tip circling it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth.


She shivered feeling his big hands gripping her head as she started to bob her head back and forth in the tight space of the bathroom stall.


The taste of his cock was delicious. I moaned against it and stroked him as I sucked him off. Her head bobbed a bit faster not really wanting to admit that she was tingling between her legs right now.
 
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