March Collaborator Update

Thanks to You Know Right for providing the inspiration for this set!

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Ever since her mother died my daughter has tried to replace her in many ways. At first she would simply offer to cook or do chores for me, massage my back after a long day at work, kiss me on the cheek for taking such good care of her. Then we started bathing together, sleeping together, having sex. I couldn't have wished for a more wonderful daughter.

Today, we're going on our annual fishing trip. It's time to introduce her to another tradition that my wife and I shared.

Our day started off perfectly. The weather was gorgeous, and a big crowd of mostly old men had gathered at the fishing pond. All of their heads turned our way as we headed for our fishing spot, staring at the beautiful young girl wearing a cute bikini.

It didn't take long for her to catch her first fish. She knew exactly what that meant, and without hesitation she tore her top off.

The old men couldn't believe their eyes, though most tried to conceal their stares by at least pretending to concentrate on their fishing. But, as we continued catching fish, my daughter continued her act. Her mother had been a devoted exhibitionist, and it appears that the apple did not fall far from the tree.

Now, with a bucket full of fish, it was time for the second part of our act. We left the stares of the other fishermen behind, and headed for a more secluded area of the pond. I looked at her for confirmation, but she only nodded, consenting to the rest of my plans.

The wonderful thing about fish is that they do a lot of swimming. Insert one into a narrow tube, and its instinct is to swim forward at full speed until the obstacle is cleared. Of course, each fish I inserted only managed to swim straight into her womb and get trapped in there.

Her mother would have no trouble 'swallowing' two dozen fish in this way, but I went light on my daughter for her first attempt. When I saw her demeanor change from "brave and willing" to "overwhelmed", I inserted a single additional fish to push her limit. Then, I admired my handiwork.

Pose for the camera, darling!

She did as instructed, posing for my photo as well as the voyeuristic men gathered at a safe distance to watch our disturbing act.

"It's so weird! I can feel them all wriggling around inside me!"

I patted her head and complimented her tenacity. She'd have to keep them inside for the rest of the day, in order for us to have them for dinner tonight. I couldn't wait to find out what the inside of my daughter's womb tastes like.