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Mistaken Indemnity (MF, Mf, con?, nc?, impreg)

by Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

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Hey, how ya doin'?  Name's Hugh Johnson.  No, really!  "Hugh", not 
Hubert, is actually on my birth certificate.  Hugh is a long-
standing family name due to a great-grandfather being a war hero or 
something, and I'm lucky enough to have been saddled with the 
Johnson surname as well.  Even worse, my Dad's name is also Hugh.  
That's right: I'm Hugh Johnson, Jr.

It's actually not that bad.  Some girls want to find out if I "live 
up to the name" (well, except for the "Junior" part), and they don't 
go away disappointed.

My Dad has a way with the ladies too.  That's what broke my parents 
up when I was 13.  I lived with my Mom but kept in touch with my Dad 
by phone and e-mail as I got older.  When I turned 18 I left home to 
travel the country, following my thumb.  That was a few years ago.  
My Dad said I could stay at his place whenever I was in the area, 
and I take him up on it once or twice a year.

Oh, another thing about my Dad and me: he's in his mid-forties and 
has aged quite well.  We look a lot alike.  In fact, aside from some 
light wrinkles and "salt & pepper" in his hair, we could be 
brothers.  We've even been mistaken for each other when it's dim.

Anyway, enough background.  I had just shown up on my Dad's 
doorstep, ready for a shower, hot meal and soft bed when I 
remembered that he was on vacation in New York for another few days.  
Luckily, I recalled where he kept his spare key in a small niche 
near the front door.  I replaced the key before locking the door 
behind me...aah, blessed comfort! First order of business: washing 
off the road grime.

A nice soak in the tub and I was all sparkly-clean and fresh.  I 
patted some of my Dad's aftershave on, put on his bathrobe and 
headed to the kitchen.  Passing the living room, I decided to close 
the curtains, then stopped and peered out.  I could see across the 
lane and into the living room of a neighboring house.  A family -- 
Mom, Dad and daughter -- was playing a board game on the floor.  The 
Mom and daughter immediately caught my attention.  The Mom looked to 
be in her mid-thirties and was in great shape, dirty-blonde hair 
down to her shoulders and a form-fitting golf-type shirt hugging her 
nice-sized breasts and slim waist.  She was definitely a MILF (Mom 
I'd Like to Fuck).  Her daughter had light brown hair and was 
wearing a tight half-top and shorts that showed off her shapely legs 
and butt...wow! She was slim and looked like she still had some 
growing to do.  Given her Mom's apparent age she couldn't have been 
older than 16 or so, I figured.

It was now dark outside and the movement of the curtain contrasting 
with the lights behind me attracted the mother's attention.  I 
quickly closed the curtains, but not before noting a peculiar look 
on her attractive face.

I fixed myself some chow and watched the tube for a while.  Finally 
I was tired, so I turned off all the lights and went upstairs to my 
Dad's bedroom.  Doffing the robe, I quickly fell asleep under the 
sheets.

I was having the greatest dream.  I was laying in the back seat of a 
car, with Sarah Michelle Gellar naked and giving me an incredible 
blowjob.  She was licking me like a lollypop, and then switching to 
full suck mode.  God it felt good! After a few minutes she climbed 
on top of me, slowly sinking her hot, wet hole down onto my cock.  
She sighed in pleasure.  What a dream!

Suddenly I woke up.  It wasn't a dream, or at least the sex wasn't.  
Someone was riding my hard-on, moaning in ecstasy!

My initial shock was blunted by the pleasurable feelings emanating 
from my crotch.  It all still felt so unreal.  My hands moved to 
touch my unknown partner's legs and bucking hips, then moved up.  
Nice firm skin...a slightly rounded tummy around the midsection.  My 
hands moved up to her breasts as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.  
I had seen these tits before!

My suspicions were confirmed as the clouds outside parted, allowing 
just enough moonlight to spill through the bedroom window and onto 
her face for me to make out her features.  The mother from across 
the street was fucking me hard, intent on the pleasure the rapid 
penetration was giving her.

"Ooh, you're awake, lover" she sighed as she looked down at me.  Her 
voice was sultry, wanton.  "Remember when you told me about your 
fantasy to be fucked awake?  Welcome home!"

Well, it wasn't my fantasy before, but it sure was now!  What a way 
to wake up! Her pussy was pleasantly snug around my member, the up-
and-down friction adding to the ever-increasing sexual high.

She continued, "Oh Hugh! I'm so glad you came back early.  You know 
how horny I get when I'm ovulating...Dan won't even touch me because 
he might get me pregnant! I'm so glad you can't!" Her up-down 
motions increased, as did her breathing.  She closed her eyes.

Huh?  Oh, that's right:  Dad got a vasectomy a few years ago.  
Suddenly reality rushed in -- OH SHIT! She couldn't tell I wasn't my 
Dad in the dim light, and thought that I would be shooting blanks! I 
had to get her off of me before it was too late, but how?  If I 
stopped her she would wonder why, maybe even turn on the lights.  
Next stop: the police station on charges of rape!

I was stuck.  I couldn't think of a way to stop this without 
revealing myself.  That old familiar tingling sensation was 
beginning in my balls and her movements were becoming more frantic.  
I had to think of something soon!

I tried to think of anything else to get my mind off the gorgeous 
"yummy mommy" bouncing on my lap, but really, what chance did I 
have?  The added danger of impregnating this sexy mama just made it 
so much more hot and forbidden.

She started to gasp, her eyes still closed as she bounced harder and 
faster: "Oh God, give it to me...give me your cum.  I love being 
able to fuck you bareback.  So good! Hugh! Oh ohh ohhh!!!"

Her pussy started to spasm around my member, setting off my own 
orgasm.  UHH! UHHH! My pelvis thrust upward, my body instinctively 
wanting to give my "boys" the best chance at her waiting egg.  I 
exploded into her cunt, my babymaking sperm shooting forcefully into 
her depths.  It had been a few weeks since I had been with a woman 
so my stuff was most likely quite potent.  I figured there was no 
chance she wouldn't become a mother again, but I was so caught up in 
the moment that I didn't really care.

She collapsed on top of me, her face against my neck.  She had done 
all the work but we were both exhausted.  After a few minutes of 
catching our breath she gave me a peck on the cheek and dismounted.  
"Mmm, that was good" she said, pulling on her robe that had been on 
the floor.  "See you tomorrow, stud."

Not if I see you first, lady, I thought.  First thing in the morning 
I'm out the back door.  I was lucky to have gotten away with this 
and was quite willing to cut and run.  She left the room and I heard 
the front door quietly close a few seconds later.  I fell back 
asleep.

I was having another dream.  This time it was the woman from across 
the street that was in the back seat of the dream car with me, 
though instead of a blowjob she was giving me a hand job, and not a 
very good one, at that.  I woke up again.  Someone was in the bed 
with me and playing with my renewed hard-on!

"Mr. Johnson?  You awake?"  It was the daughter from across the 
street! What the hell?

She continued to manipulate my member, though she was obviously not 
very familiar with what she was doing.  "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, but 
I snuck in here after my Mom.  I saw what you did.  I heard it all 
from the bathroom."

My eyes drifted to the darkened ensuite bathroom, not 10 feet away.  
She would have had a really good vantage point from there, and her 
Mom and I were way too distracted to have noticed the little voyeur.

"Mr. Johnson?  I want to do it.  With you.  My Mom really liked it.  
Will you fuck me?  Huh?  Please?"

I couldn't say anything.  If she heard my voice she might be able to 
tell I wasn't my Dad.  She mistook my silence as hesitation.

"I won't tell, Mr. Johnson.  My Dad, I mean.  He'd be really mad 
about you and my Mom.  If you do me I'll keep it a secret."

The little bitch! She was willing to blackmail me (well, my Dad) to 
get what she wanted! Well, fine.  Be careful what you wish for, 
little girl.

I sat up and shuffled my butt down the bed, keeping her head between 
my face and the window so that she couldn't make out my features.  I 
leaned in and kissed her, tentatively at first, then she returned 
the kisses with fervor, her arms encircling my shoulders and neck.  
She'd obviously kissed before.  I wondered what else she had done?  
As we kissed my hands moved to her body.  She had on a satiny short 
nightgown that ended just below her hips and showed some of her 
cleavage at the top...pretty naughty for such a young girl.  I 
wondered if maybe she was older than I first thought?  I turned her 
and lowered her backwards to the pillows, making sure to keep my 
face in shadow.

I raised the hem of her nightie and found that she had panties of 
the same fabric underneath.  While continuing our passionate kisses 
my fingers found their way to them, brushing her sex through the 
fabric.  She gasped.  I increased the pressure, round and round, 
dipping my fingers into her hole a little through the panties' 
fabric.  Her tongue darted into my mouth as her breathing increased.

Finally I moved down, past her hips and yanked down her panties.  
She paused, taken aback, but quickly renewed her gasping as my face 
buried itself in her snatch.  Her hands moved down to hold my head 
as my tongue darted into her quim, searching for the magic button.  
It didn't take long.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson! Oh! Nobody's ever done this to me before...oh! 
OH!" Her hips rose as she bucked up against my mouth.  She tasted 
like honey.  As I continued my tongue-lashing my hands moved up her 
stomach, caressing and lightly tickling her flesh.  Her waist was 
slim and so nicely shaped.  I pushed the nightie up as my hands went 
up to her breasts.  She gasped loudly.  I kneaded the flesh, then 
moved my fingers up to lightly pinch her nipples.  Within a few 
seconds she had an orgasm.

"UH! OH! UM! Oh, YEAH! UH UH UH!" Her hands pulled my head hard into 
her pelvis, making it hard to breathe, let alone continue using my 
hands on her.  Finally she calmed down and I sat back up.  I pulled 
her to a sitting position and started pulling her nightie off.  Even 
in her post-orgasmic state she was able to raise her arms to help.

I sat back to take it all in, squinting to adjust for the dim light.  
Fantastic.  I guessed she was probably 17 or 18 based on what I was 
seeing: nice-sized but pert boobies, a nice flat tummy, gorgeous 
legs, shapely butt and a wanton look on her beautiful young face 
that had Mr. Wiggly once again back to full 9" size.  She saw my 
physical reaction and gulped, eyes wide.

I grabbed her hips and started to turn her over.  She quickly picked 
up on what I was trying to do and swung herself around, flipping 
onto her hands and knees.  This way I would be able to concentrate 
on giving it to her hard without having to worry about the 
possibility of her seeing my face clearly in the moonlight.  Damn 
she had a nice ass! Not bony...a nice roundness to it, but not 
fat...no, definitely prime flesh.

I briefly wondered if she might be a virgin as I guided my penis to 
her cunt.  Given her wanton display, however, the chance was slim to 
none.  I pushed myself in carefully, not wanting to hurt her even 
so.

"Oh, oh..." she moaned, her head dropping forward as she 
concentrated on the pleasurable intrusion in her most sacred of 
places.  I was concentrating on my own pleasure as her hot, moist 
pussy walls slowly surrounded my member...exquisite!

After a bit I was about halfway in.  While not a virgin, she was 
quite tight.  "God, you're so big", she said.  "The boys at school 
can't even compare."  So she was still in school...she was at most 
18 then.  Hell, even if she was 13 I wouldn't have been able to stop 
myself at this point! She was going to get a cunt full of manchowder 
and I didn't care what the consequences were.

I pulled mostly out of her, then jammed back in.  "AH!" she 
exclaimed loudly as I angled my prick to rub along her clit, then I 
did it again, eliciting more pleasurable sounds.  Finally I pushed 
myself all the way into her, this time producing a loud "OH!"

I had pushed her face into the pillow with my thrusts.  I took hold 
of her hips with my hands, gripping tightly.  "Uhm!" Then I started 
the old in-and-out.

"Oh God! Oh!" My thrusts caused my prick to just come out of her 
pussy, then I rammed it back inside her until it bottomed out, 
sending vibrations throughout her pelvic region.  She was groaning 
constantly.  My hands went around to her stomach, kneading her 
stomach muscles, and then I moved up to her breasts, not quite large 
enough to dangle.  I squeezed and manipulated her beautiful tits, 
swirling my fingers around the areolae and lightly pinching the 
nipples.  Her pussy felt like it was on fire around my penetrating 
phallus.

Our coupling continued for several minutes.  Several times she 
seemed to be getting close to orgasm and I slowed down, staving off 
her rising pleasure.  Finally I reached forward and pulled on her 
shoulders.  She got the idea and rose back up to her hands and 
knees, at which point I could sit back and pull her backwards into a 
kneeling position in my lap.

"OH! Oh Jesus! UH!" she gasped.  The penetration was even greater 
than when she was on her hands and knees, and she paused, just 
letting the feeling settle within her.  Then my arms circled around 
her midsection and lifted her just enough for her to get the idea.  
She started to bounce.  She turned her head to me.

"I never knew this could feel so good", she whispered.  "I don't 
know how I could ever go back to using condoms again.  I can feel so 
much more without one."  Oh yeah, she had heard her mother saying 
that I, or more specifically my Dad, couldn't impregnate her.  Well, 
if she was expecting a harmless load of cum inside her then she was 
in for a surprise.  If fact, I remembered reading somewhere that 
women who live in the same house can synchronize their fertility 
cycles due to their pheromones.  If her Mom was ovulating then she 
most likely was too!

I grabbed her tits and bounced her harder in my lap, the thought of 
pregging the little blackmailing bitch spurring me on.  You wanted 
this so badly, huh?  Well, curiosity killed the cat, little girl, or 
in this case it'll be the rabbit.

The tingling in my nuts started rising, the churning sperm getting 
ready to blast off and perform their time-honored duty.  I nibbled 
her ear and started pinching her nipples harder, increasing the 
volume of her gasps.  She was close too.

Finally I could take no more.  "UHH! UNHHH!" I grunted as my 
testicles released their built-up early Mother's Day present within 
her thirsty cunt.  "OH!" she exulted, her head tilting up, her mouth 
hanging open.  "Oh, Mr. Johnson!"

"Call me Hugh", I growled throatily in her ear.

"Oh, Hugh! OH, OH, HUGH! I can feel you shooting in me!" Her head 
swiveled around, her mouth questing for mine.  Our moans were 
muffled by the passionate kiss.  Her pussy convulsed around my cock 
as she exploded in orgasm, her womb excitedly sucking up my semen as 
fast as I could spurt it into her.  I could feel the entrance to her 
womb surrounding the head of my penis.  In our last few thrusts we 
had fit together so well that I could not have been more completely 
inside her.  The thought of my sperm going directly into her womb 
and straight to her awaiting ovum spurred me on, eliciting a rare 
multiple orgasm from my loins.  Our simultaneous spasms continued, 
as did the spurting of my dangerous and potent seed within her.

Finally we collapsed forward, my penis still embedded in her depths.  
I was spent.  If this girl had a sister hiding in the bathroom then 
she would just have to go home disappointed and unimpregnated, no 
matter what she threatened to do.

I rolled off of her with a wet sound, making sure to keep my face in 
shadow.  She sighed, then rolled onto her back.  She looked down at 
her crotch with excited curiosity.  "Ooh, it's so *squishy*! It's 
running out of me!" She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest, 
pointing her pelvis upward. I smiled to myself.  I had given her a 
lot of genetic material to work with, and she had just put herself 
into the best position to get pregnant.  I would have a wet spot to 
contend with from however much of my cum that had spilled out of her 
but I didn't care.  Sleep was pulling me in fast.

She noticed my sluggishness.  "Sleep well, Mr.... Hugh." she 
giggled.  She bounced off the bed and grabbed up her clothes, unused 
to walking around while trying to keep liquid love from running out 
of her.  "I'll see you tomorrow."  Within moments she was gone.

Not if I see you first, twit, I thought.  What a pair those women 
were.  I wondered if their kids would be born on the same day.  Then 
I lost consciousness.

At 7am I was out the back door and gone.  I had made sure that 
everything was as it had been when I arrived, except for the food I 
had eaten.  Hopefully my Dad wouldn't notice that.  I rushed out of 
town and later that day e-mailed my father, saying that I was on the 
far side of the country.  Unless my Dad knew how to read e-mail 
headers (and he didn't) he would believe it.

Three months later I received an interesting e-mail from my Dad.  He 
was going to be moving far away, and soon -- something about 
problems with the neighbors.  Hmm, wonder what that could be?

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