Just Like Your Mother by BangBear Harrison breathed hard as the aftermath of yet another orgasm. Alissa panted along with him, her leg hoisted up by his arm as he spooned her from behind. “Hah, hah, alright… that was the last one… Nothing left in the tank…” Alissa turned to face her dad, her face flush. “Come ooon, can’t do one more?” She wiggled her hips back against him, feeling his knot stirring within her. Her dad laughed and shook his head. “We were at it all night and all morning, princess. You’re gonna put me in an an early grave at this rate.” They’d been celebrating her surprise pregnancy, one that, by process of elimination, they’d assumed he’d caused. A closer look at the results from the paternity clinic revealed that the father was still unknown. They’d need to find that out sooner or later, but they celebrated nonetheless. “Alright, alright. You live another day,” she teased. “Thanks for showing mercy, princess.” She giggled and turned to kiss him, her father reciprocating and meeting her lips for a sweet peck. “Gonna be a minute before you’re loose.” “That’s fine. I like this part.” She snuggled in close to him, her back to his chest. He let her leg down gently so he could bring her into a one-armed hug, his arm resting on her chest. “Love you, Dad.” “I love you too, sweetheart. Don’t fall asleep again, though. We need to get on with the day.” “You’re so cozy, though…” Harrison moved his hand to her flank, making her flinch. He grinned and quickly raked them along her ribs, his newly pregnant daughter squirming and laughing in his grip. “Ahaha, hey! Not fair!” Her attempts to wriggle free were thwarted by him holding her down. Desperately she tried rolling onto her belly and crawling free, but he followed along right after and kept her pinned. Now, his extra weight on her back put pressure on her bladder, spiking her impulse to empty herself. “S-stop! Haha stop!” “Gotta keep you awake somehow, princess!” He didn’t let up, his fingers poking and teasing at the sensitive flesh at either side of her. Alissa rolled around in place, her arms clamping down on her sides shield against the tickle attack. “Stop! I- ahahah! I’m gonna-!” Harrison let up and Alissa caught her breath. “Shit, hah, stop, I’m gonna pee...” Harrison attacked again, Alissa jolting a second time. “Heheahaa! Dad! I’m s-ss-eriou-hahaha ha!” His claws and fingertips danced on his daughter’s ribs and under her arms. He could feel her erratically squeezing down around him and tugging on his knot. Her grip on herself was breaking. “Ssstop! Stop ahahhafu-uck! Ah, ah!” Alissa’s dam broke, urine streaming out from between her legs and soaking into the fur of their legs, his balls, and the sheets beneath them. Her father ceased his tickle torture and held her close. “Shit, uuuuungh,” she groaned in guilty pleasure. “Gooood…” he rumbled in her ear, a chill running down her neck. “Hah, asshole… now I have to clean my sheets again.” Her father chuckled. “You’d’ve had to clean them anyway after last night. And you’ve got that liner underneath. Now come on, I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” She sighed in resignation and nodded her head, her rear lifting and her tail sideways. Harrison grabbed firm on her butt and tugged, exhaling just as slowly as he pulled. It was tight, but not too tight to pull out. His daughter’s swears were muffled by the pillow she buried her head in, her toes splaying behind her as his knot stretched her. Before long, the fat lump of flesh popped free with a wet squelch, followed by load after load pouring out from her pussy, the result of the long night of their incestuous tryst. “God, I feel it leaking.” He gave her butt a squeeze before leaning back on his knees and letting her turn around and see the mess. “Shit, you were right about the sheets,” she said, scooting back and seeing the trail of her father’s cum extending out from the puddle in the center of the bed. “No wonder mom got pregnant so fast.” He laughed and stepped off the bed to gather their clothes off the floor. “Wait, Dad, can we do one more thing?” “Sweetheart, we really need to start the day.” “I know just, real quick.” She sat up cross-legged, her puffy canine pussy soaking in the pool of her father’s cum. He rose up, a bundle of clothes in his arm. “What?” “Can you…” She turned her head to the side, finger nervously tapping on her knee. “Can you pee on me?” Her head remained where it was, but her eyes turned to him as she let the question loose. Harrison, after a moment, smiled down at her. “Pregnancy cravings already, huh?” “Shut up, Dad! Don’t make it weird!” “Alright, alright,” he said, dropping the bundle on a chair and stepping back to the side of the bed. “Where do you want it?” “Start at my chest, and then go higher.” “Higher?” “Mhm,” she said to him, looking up with a devious little smile. “Hah, alright, princess. Tell me if you want to stop.” “Yeah, whole lot of good that did me a minute ago.” He chuckled. “This is different.” He took aim down at his expectant daughter, and after a few seconds her golden shower began. Alissa gasped as she watched her chest be soaked in hot urine and have it run down to her belly, Harrison aiming left and right for healthy coverage of her breasts. “Fuck,” A finger dipped down between her legs to toy with herself. Such a strange feeling, she thought. She would have been disgusted by this thought just a few short weeks ago. Was it really pregnancy cravings screwing with her hormones? The thought was interrupted by the stream traveling north to her neck. She closed her mouth and her father looked for any signs of her wanting to back out. Finding none, he went higher. Her face crunched tight with her eyes closed, but no call to stop. She turned her head this way and that, helping him fully soak her visage in his piss stream. Her hair grew heavy, absorbing it like a bathroom mop. The acrid scent of piss overpowered the heavy smell of sweat and cum. Harrison’s stream slowed to a stop soon after that, Alissa slowly daring to open her eyes after wiping them clear. “So, how was it?” Her mouth remained tightly closed, enough that he could tell she was forcing it shut. Harrison laughed. “You’re gonna wind up tasting it when it gets on your face, sweetheart. Go on, bite the bullet.” She wormed her tongue out from between her lips, getting just the tiniest taste of her father’s piss. It was bitter, it was salty, it was bad, but… it wasn’t disgusting. “Bleh…” Her lips curled and her tongue hung from her mouth. “It’s an acquired taste, to put it gently,” he laughed. “Mom acquired it really fast though,” he winked, handing her his shirt to dry up some with. “Gross…” she said, only to immediately go for another taste to see if it improved. It didn’t. “Glechk! It’s like, its gross but in a really hot way.” “So you’d do it again? Have your old man piss all over you?” She smirked, but brought the shirt up to her mouth to try and hide it. The smell of him was comforting. “Yeah, but I’m not gonna ask next time. Just do it when it feels right.” She wiped herself down with the shirt to get all the most pressing drips under control. It was enough to make the walk to the shower safe for the floor. “Actually…” Harrion’s ears perked up to attention, turning to face her again. “Do you think you could… maybe… like…” She hesitated. “Could I what, princess?” “Could you fuck me more like Mom?” His head cocked to the side. “How do you mean?” “I feel like you’re holding back with me.” Harrison laughed. “We had sex for hours.” “Yeah but like, it’s pretty vanilla.” “Funny thing to say when you’re covered in your father’s piss.” Alissa laughed and threw the shirt back at him. He caught it with a smirk and bundled it with the rest of the clothes. “C’mon, let’s go shower.” They walked down the hall together, Harrison stopping her mid-way. “Where you going? We’re using the master,” he invited, holding the door to his bedroom open for her. Alissa jogged over, giddy to use their fully featured bathroom. Once inside, she looked into the large mirrors behind the sink, at herself. Her fur was dark and matted, stained with his urine. Her hair weighed down against her head and lacking most of its usual volume. Harrison walked up behind her, hands on her shoulders. “Like what you see?” “I look like a slut,” she giggled. “You look like my slut.” Alissa smiled at him in the mirror, Harrison pinching her cheek affectionately. Then, she saw his hand shift down, tracing along her jaw, then down under her chin and rest itself around her neck. He squeezed down, her eyes going wide as her airway was squeezed shut. “Just like your mother.” Harrison stepped forward until she was pressed against the counter top. She could feel his tip prodding against her cheek behind her. She stared at their reflection, mouth agape and purely at his mercy. For a moment, they lingered like that, his fingers sliding through her fur. And then, he let up the pressure, leaning back back and chuckling as she gasped softly. “It’s hard keeping my hands off you,” he said, kissing her head one more time before releasing her neck and walking into the shower. Her legs quivered, and her heart raced, her hand feeling over where her father was just choking her. A fresh warmth trickled down her legs. Looking down, she saw herself dripping juice down to the floor, some of it catching on her inner thighs. Her eyes turned back up, to her dad behind the glass wall of the shower. He winked at her. “Just like your mother.”