Lineage  (Mf+,Mg,nepi,inc,rape,preg,newborn,full-intercourse)

by Nate



   I write this confession now. Not with a guilty conscience, but in hopes
it may inspire some pervert somewhere to pick up my torch.  You see, my
family tree is a rare species that I hope will one day flourish in number.
For it is a species truly exotic, and oh so pleasurable to grow.

   It all started the way most families start.  I shoved my
sixteen-year-old dick into a reluctant and well inebriated slut's three
orifices against her pleas, and found her on my porch at a later date to
tell me how I was going to be a father.

   So I married young.  Even by southern standards - young!  And it was a
real buzz kill whenever someone brought it up at a party.  I was just
trying to have a good time, cheat on my wife, and see how far the preteens
who had snuck in were willing to go.  But, alas, I had to fetch pregnancy
needs and work long hours and do all kinds of crap that a sixteen-year-old
doesn't want to do.

   So, would I go back in time and prevent the birth of my daughter? 
Reclaim my freedom and youth?  Absolutely not!  Though I didn't know it at
the time, my family was going to be the greatest joy of my life.

   The first fruit of my tree was the death of the whore I knocked up.  She
passed delivering my first daughter a short month after our wedding.  A
sixteen-year-old widower father--I wasn't content with my status.  Luckily
my own mother did most of the parental stuff for the baby.  I got to do the
fun stuff.

   What was the fun stuff?  Playing rocket and peekaboo?  No.  The fun
stuff happened when my mother took her sleeping pills and was unattainable
to the world for at least ten hours.  Not even the shrieking calls of an
infant being finger-banged by her own father disturbed the old lady.

   But eventually she had to pass--Cancer and all.  At that time, Celia, as
she had been named by her mother's last breath, was alone in the world
aside from me, her neglectful and abusive father.

   Years went by.  Her pussy and ass got plenty stretched by daddy's dick.
And she knew to open her mouth wide when I fed her airplanes of food or
inches of cock.

   We didn't live a rich life, though I had managed a promotion with my
farcical smiles and had a decent house left by mom.  So my only trouble was
dealing with the care of another human being when I just wanted to watch
porn and football.  Celia would have to earn her keep.

   She did well as a fuck toy for years and years.  But imagine my surprise
when she turned out pregnant by my seed at fourteen.  No way I was going to
deal with another mouth to feed!  So I considered pushing her down the
stairs.  She wasn't far along enough for it to work though.  And besides--

   I tumbled the toiling coils of my depraved mind as I rested the last of
my ten inches into the pregnant slut one night.  What if--what if I let her
have the baby.  Daddy had been rough with his daughter, and it left her
stretched and sloppy.  Besides, she always had this solemn look on her face
and poorly combed hair.  She disgusted me and I was already bored with her
after fourteen years of rape.

   So maybe--maybe this baby was my chance for some new action.  That night
these things slips along my brain and I laughed to myself, leaning into her
as she bit her pillow.  I went extra rough and chomped down on her ear,
excited at the prospect.  My incestuous progeny was going to be a true
victory.

   I had her blame the pregnancy on some boy from a visiting northern
school.  It went well.  So I had all the time in the world to fantasize
about sex with a baby, something I hadn't experienced in so long since my
daughter grew up.  I crossed my fingers for a girl.

   Months went by and finally the ultrasound confirmed my hopes.  A baby
girl!  My baby girl was going to give birth to my baby girl.  How many men
get to say that?  More than you would think, I bet.  This is a fun world
full of perverts.  I even managed to find another one, one bar night.

   Randy was a cold fuck, and I sometimes had to hold him back when I let
him fuck my teen.  I liked it rough, but didn't want him to induce a
miscarriage.  He and I would sit and talk for a good hour about all the
things we were going to do when the baby was born.

   When she finally came it felt like the end of a million mile journey.  I
must have seemed like a real ass of a father the way I rushed the doctors
to release my daughter and newborn daughter to me.  Celia's insides were
pretty messed up from the delivery, but all I could think about was getting
home and using my new toy.

   Randy brought a pink ballon to the hospital room and took a good look at
my baby.  Her name?  Miley.  Pretty.  We sat and tapped our feet until
finally we got to wheel Celia home and strap the newborn into a
hand-me-down carseat.

   We fucked the infant on her very first night in the world.  I popped her
cherry and Randy used my incestuous pedo cum as lube when he took the
wheel.

   Details!  I bet that's what you're asking for if you've got a hand
wrapped around your cock right now.  Patience, I say.  I would give you
details about Miley, but I only have so much energy to write.  I'm a
simpleton southern boy you see, and words aren't for me.  I want to
fast-forward a bit, then I'll give you the gory details.  You see, Miley
was not my only inbred child.  And the next was not from Celia.  She was
old news to me and worked as a sort of mother to the house, caring for
Miley's diapers and cleaning and the kind of a crap a dad makes his junior
high drop-out daughter do at home.  It made me grin like a madman whenever
I saw her wiping thick cum out from Miley's twat.

   It was right after Miley had turned thirteen and I had matured to the
age of forty-three that there came to be another beautiful blossom to grow
from my inbred tree of fatherly dominance and incest.  She became pregnant
and was sympathizes for by Celia, who dared to try and dissuade me from
raping the pregnant teen further.  Some punches to the head reminded her of
her place.

   I loved to cum deep inside the teen, knowing my seed was dousing the
child made from it--the child who's father and grandfather and great
grandfather were one and the same!  I'd be lucky if the kid wasn't some
deformed mutant at this point.  And I was lucky.  She was born totally
healthy.  Yes, she.  Imagine my joy!  Three fresh baby holes to fuck!

   My daughter, my grand daughter, my great grand daughter.  When I held
her in my arms I was overcome with a sense of pride I never knew could be
achieved.  I had accomplished such a feat that it filled me with emotions
and an awareness of something so much bigger than myself.

   My family tree is a beautiful recursive loop, like an elegant wreath. 
I'd advise anyone to give my experiment a try for themselves.

   Miley was barely conscious the pregnancy had taken so much out of her.
But Celia was a teary mess, knowing from the past that I wouldn't wait for
the sun to rise on a new day before my latest victim would succumb to the
masterhood of my cock.

   I named her Natalia.  And she was mine.

   Her body was poetry.  The texture rolled with creamy twists, so small
and new.  And I knew, just by looking at her that night around 10pm when we
had returned from the hospital, that she was so much better than her
sister-parents had ever been.  She was calm and quiet, at peace with the
world and so blatantly innocent.  The sweet taste of a baby I had waited
nine months for was actually a savory hum that lingered in my loins while I
cradled her in my lap.

   My house was three bedrooms.  There was mine, the largest.  And there
was Celia's and Miley's shared one.  The last room was a sort of office.  I
would eventually end up converting it to a room for Celia so Miley and
Natalia could share a room together.  But for now, with Natalia newborn in
my arms, she would be sharing my bed a good while.

   So I cuddled with her in my arms on my bed.  And I leaned down to smell
the top of her baby head.  It was euphoric and aphroditic.

   "Please, daddy, let Natalia sleep.  Just tonight, please." I gave Celia
one fractal glare as she stood in my open doorway and she was instantly
shrunken back.  No more objections.  The future was written--I was going to
make love to this baby.

   "Go wake up your sister." I told her, pointing a hand raised from the
baby's back to the direction of the older girls' room.

   "She can barely walk." Water was pooling in the corners of her eyes. 
She was only twenty-seven but she already had the weary worry of a haggard
old woman.  I had done that to her with my abuse.  And it amused me to know
that.

   "Go wake her up!" Off went my slave to bring the new mother over to her
daughter.  I had a show for the whole family.  Miley came down holding her
nauseous head in a hand and with a slow step, wearing a nightgown to air
out her stretched teen hole.  I rolled my eyes impatiently.  I had her and
her mother sit down beside me on the bed.  It was a California king so we
barely took up the length of the one side closest to the door.

   "How are you feeling, Miley?" She knew I didn't care.  She just looked
down at her feet.  "Tonights a big night for your sister, and I wanted you
to be here to witness it."

   She was indifferent, void of emotion and exhausted from her labor.  She
just kept looking down.  "Yes, daddy." I grinned at her broken spirit and
easy complicity.

   Celia shot her daughter a betrayed look, then turned her affectionate
eyes to her newborn granddaughter.  I handed her the baby and stood up, my
shadow hanging over all of them in the dim of one lit bedside lamp.

   I lifted myself out of my shirt to expose my hairy, muscular chest.  I
flexed with the pull of my arms and bulged as they fell to my belt.  I
slipped it off with ease and let it dangle to the ground.  Celia and Miley
were both anxious, breathing fearfully at the sight of the leather weapon.
As I dropped it the floor they both sighed.  Next came my pants, which I
dropped to the floor to expose the strength of my legs and, more
importantly, the enormous bulge tearing at the taut fabric of my underwear.
When the final bit of clothing came off with a flourish, my meat flung
forward, now even more intimidating and apparent, free from its restraints.
This was my cock, the very tool which had made all three generations below
me now, on my bed waiting for my orders and at my mercy.  But there would
be no mercy.

   "Lay Natalia down." Celia had abandoned any bothering to bid me to wait.
So she laid down the prize, the newborn's eyes shut and her mouth mumbling
M sounds and spitting up a little bubble.  Here comes daddy.

   I parted my two older daughters as I crawled back onto the bed, on all
fours.  I brought myself right over the baby, my head just an inch from the
headboard and my dick hanging, so massive that is tapped on the gut of the
baby where she lied.  I gave her a few playful pumps, poking my tip into
her tummy, rubbing against the little plastic clamp around her yet-to-be
belly button.  "This is going to hurt, Natalia." I said in a language she
couldn't understand.  I laughed to myself.

   Celia and Miley were looking off to a wall.  When I saw this I barked at
them to turn around and watch.  "Get closer and watch this!  And why are
you both still dressed?  Strip!" They obeyed me as they ought to.  Soon the
room was in order: one naked man and three naked girls.  My dick was
hovering above the infant, threatening her with its size and might.

   "Both of you get behind daddy's ass." They arched themselves up on their
knees, directly behind me.  "Miley, it's time to take your baby's
virginity. Stick your finger up your new daughter's cunt!" She couldn't
feign apathy anymore.  Her crying was so deep she heaved like she was
choking.  I just ignored it, any second she'd do as I commanded.  She
wouldn't risk disobeying.

   Then I felt it.  Her young arm trailing along my balls as she reached
under me toward the baby pussy.  She absorbed the heat from my
undercarriage as she stretch forward, her finger stopping right at the
entrance to the baby.  "Do it."

   Her knuckle twisted apprehensively.  Then she did as she was ordered,
and plunged through the hymen of her newborn daughter.  They baby instantly
burst into brilliant screams.  I grinned down at the sight, my cock
bouncing up and down with the new arousal, tapping on the side of Miley's
probing arm.  She pulled back with a slightly bloody finger and whimpered
behind my ass.

   "Now that that's done, get over to my side and make out with her." She
knee-walked around to rest her head between mine and the baby's, and
planted her lips on the whiny, slobbery mess of the infants orifice. 
"Celia, set daddy's cock up to Natalia's cunny." I felt her warm hand
tightly grip my shaft and draw me over to the miniature pussy.  As my
furthest tip tapped on the tiny, deflowed indention a shutter of glee ran
down my spine.  "Now massage my balls." And she did.  And I was ready.

   I drew my ass in, bucked my hips away, and curved my pelvis to my gut.
And in an instant I was stabbing straight into the newborn.  She shrieked
in bloody agony as every inch of me up to the hilt split her.  I pried open
the pussy lips, plowed down the length of her chute, tapped into and burst
through the cervix, and bottomed out in a stretched, ruined womb taking the
antagonizing girth of my penis.  Tears ran like springs and her throat was
croaking with the pitch of her feverish terror.

   The savory taste of her insides was overpowering.  I was come over by a
waft of joy, a flash of happy memories, a reminder of delicious flavors and
aromatic smells.  Everything good in my life was rushing forward to pay
respect to this new, ultimate sensation.  I collapsed my head into Miley's
hair as she smeared her mouth against the baby's.

   There wasn't even a thrust, or a moment.  Just from the immediate touch
of her insides my dick was consumed by the ecstasy and began convulsing
with huge gobs of cum shooting out and violating the virgin cunt.  She was
stuffed full of the cream and I was moaning uncontrollably.  Fuck!

   The fuck was too good for me to last even two seconds.  But that didn't
mean I was done!  Now that my overwhelmed senses had erupted with a
magnificent climax, I was ready to go long and hard with the baby.  My jizz
made good lube as I slipped out with a pink, creamy mess all over my dick.
I smashed it right back in.  The reverberation of her body as I bucked back
and forth added a double-speed tingle.  I humped her as hard as I could,
her tiny body impaled on my long rod.

   I closed my eyes.  The feel of my firstborn's hand on my sack was
delightful.  The muffling as the infant cried through the make-out session
imposed on mother and child was stimulating.  I soaked it all in and thrust
with all my self.

   The texture of her insides was incomparable.  It was as soft as pudding
but as tight as an ear canal--a chemical marvel.  Through it all was the
astounding pound that came from me bottoming out, tapping the very edge of
her uterus.  I used my dickhead like a paintbrush to smear semen and blood
against its walls.  I was forcing the sperm between her very cells--the
seed that made her and her mother and the mother before her.  This was
destiny: my cock had been waiting for this very pussy for decades and
through generations.  And now I owned it, and was pumping into it with no
holds bared.
I hadn't even noticed an hour pass or the baby pass out as I kept up
with the fuck and a great stir returned in my balls.  They tugged closer to
my body and the bulge of my urethra expanded on the underside of my dick,

widening the baby pussy.

   "Here it comes!" My second load went off with more force and more
volume. Ropes spiraled out in thick, fertile mass.  They overcame the space
between my manhood and Natalia's womanhood, spreading her like water in a
balloon.  Smashes of the stuff spewed in pressurized jets past the plug of
my dick out onto the bedspread.  It got all over my balls and Celia's
hands.

   The sound that rung from my throat was an inhuman ululation of
extra-audible trembling and grunting.  One last hammer into her and I could
see the bulge of my dick pushing her stomach upward as I hung my head down
in orgasm and exhaustion.

   I collapsed beside the baby and tumbled onto Miley, who wiggled out from
under me in disgust and hung over the edge of the bed with puffy red eyes.
I looked at her and looked at Celia sitting on her bum at the very end of
the bed.  I rolled my eyes at them.  "Both of you, get out.  Go to bed."
They walked out, heartbroken and mind-broken.

   Wiped out by the long fun, I barely managed to turn my head to look at
the passed out, naked infant sprawled out on the bed.  She looked broken
and helpless.  Her innocence was gone and her spirit was a flickering ember
barely hanging on in the dying flame.  I smiled, victorious and masterful
over my child.

   "Just wait until your older, Natalia.  Then I'll put a baby in you.  And
we'll have fun with her too."

   
THE END
   
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NOTE: More baby and toddler erotica like this can be found in the
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