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I knew my 18-year-old daughter, Annie, was fertile. I'd overheard her and her mother excitedly talking about it. Apparently, she had some hot stud of a boyfriend lined up to be the donor.
But I wasn't going to let that happen!
Was I going to stop my daughter from getting knocked up? Well, no. But I was going to stop her from falling pregnant from someone else.
Other than me.
I knew it was sick. I knew it was wrong. But dammit! An opportunity like this only comes around once in a blue moon.
Seeking some extremely hard-to-get sleeping pills, I visited an underground "doctor" who, after hearing my story, was more than happy to supply me with exactly what I needed.
Annie's boyfriend came to the house that night, and after dinner, I served her the sleeping pill concoction disguised as her favorite drink.
It was so potent that after just a few sips her eyes began to droop and she seemed a bit drowsy.
"I'm sorry, guys..." Annie slurred. "I'm feeling extremely tired. I'm going to head on up to bed." She kissed her boyfriend goodnight - a sight that sickened me to death - then stumbled up the stairs.
"I'll go check on her," her mother said, but I stopped her. "I'll do it." I said and headed up the stairs after her.
Annie's mother and her boyfriend sat there talking, completely unaware of what was going to happen upstairs.
I entered Annie's room and watched her as she laid down and immediately fell asleep. She looked so peaceful and serene, and even snored a little bit.
I was mesmerized. I could have stayed there all night just watching her.
Her long blonde hair splayed out on the pillow behind her, and her full, red lips were slightly parted, invitingly.
Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, and I could make out the outline of her nipples through her thin white tank top.
As I walked closer to the bed, I could see the soft swell of her pussy mound under her pink cotton panties. Her legs were parted slightly, and I could almost make out her pussy lips through the fabric.
God, she was hot!
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