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POSING.TXT "Posing" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg)

This story is based on a scene from someone-else's story.  
Usually, my stories are based completely on things I have done, 
or seen, or thought about.  But mostly, they are based on wet-
dreams.  I wake up in the morning with a hard-on, and a story-
line in my head.

To continue:  Once again "Phil Phantom" has done it to me.  He 
created such a horny picture of something sexy in one of his 
stories that it inspired me to write one.   His story, "Photo 
Pro" was a slightly non-consensual story about a family that 
where the father uses the pretense of taking photographs to abuse 
his teenaged daughter.  Not normally the story-type that turns me 
on, but VERY sexy and well written.  (Unlike many of the stories 
on the net.)  After reading it, I could not get the idea of the 
man impregnating his teenaged daughter while her mother watched; 
under the excuse of "posing for pictures" out of my mind.  Thus 
this story.  Not a line was stolen from the original story.  (If 
you want to read that one, try the Louvre, I highly recommend it, 
even if it IS slightly non-consensual)  The only thing that was 
stolen from Phil's story, is the idea of using "posing" to sneak 
a baby in his little girl's womb, right in front of her own 
mother.  Still, that is a debt, and I hereby acknowledge it.

If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls 
having sex, then skip this one.

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     DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!
     And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals.  
You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under 
expert supervision.

     Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an 
example, is full of horse-turds.  This is a story.  It is not a 
recommendation, of something to do.  In fact, I strongly urge 
anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this 
story to seek professional help.  In a hurry!

     Final warning!
     This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a 
young girl.  It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex" 
as the girl gets pregnant.  Yes knocked-up, baby-time.  If you're 
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                           "Posing"
                         An Erotic Story

     "It's just for posing."  Daddy looked hurt, that I had 
refused.  The trouble was, that's what Daddy always said, "It's 
just for posing."  Look what happened to me.

     It all started when I was about 11 or 12.
     Momma got Daddy a camera for Christmas.  Not just ANY camera 
though.  My mother had been running out of ideas of what to give 
Daddy for birthdays and Christmas, when my father expressed an 
interest in photography.
     As usual, when either Momma or Daddy buys the other one a 
present, Momma went overboard.  She didn't just get a GOOD 
camera; Momma had to get the best.  Even at that, she goofed.  
Not being sophisticated, Momma assumed that when you bought a 
camera that expensive, you got a CAMERA. . . Ready to go.
     After looking over Daddy's shoulders for almost three weeks, 
while he drooled over this camera or that, Momma figured she knew 
which one Daddy liked, (Or at least, which ones were acceptable.) 
So she ordered it; wrapped it; and placed it under the tree.  
(Yes, she ORDERED it.  Cameras THAT expensive you don't buy over 
the counter; you order them from specialty shops.)
     When Daddy opened the plain brown box, and found it 
contained the "dream machine" of camera buffs, he almost went 
wild with joy.
     For almost 10 minutes Daddy spent fingering all the various 
features, loading it with film, and generally planning his first 
shot.
     Momma and I couldn't figure what was taking Daddy so long to 
get started.  I mean, the tree and our family were excellent 
starting subjects.  So why didn't Daddy just take some pictures 
and go on unwrapping presents.  Still, Daddy kept fiddling, 
looking through the box and instructions, as he became more and 
more frantic about something.
     This wasn't like my father.  Usually he could figure most 
things out without spending a lot of time reading instruction 
manuals.  Finally, Daddy seemed to give up.  "Mel," he said, 
(Momma's real name is Mellissa, but nobody ever calls her that, 
except Grandma.) "Where's the lens?"
     Lens?  Both Momma and I looked at Daddy, puzzled.
     "Isn't that it?" I said, pointing to the black circle in the 
front; showing that I was just as ignorant as my mother.
     "Oh shit," said Daddy.  He then explained to both of us that 
cameras like this one had interchangeable lenses for different 
uses.  Some for close-ups, and some for taking pictures of things 
far away.  Since each photographer had different ideas about what 
the perfect combination of lenses were, they sold the "body" of 
the camera separate from the various lenses.
     On cheaper cameras, they usually included a general-purpose 
lens with the body; but on really expensive ones like this, they 
left it up to the buyer to decide which one he or she really 
wanted.  After all, it didn't make sense to include a 500 to 1000 
dollar lens that the buyer might never use.



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     500 to 1000, for a "cheap" lens?  Wow!  I wondered how much 
a "good" one cost.  Almost half the price of the camera, I found 
out.  Luckily, the camera store was open that Christmas, (for 
returns, and sudden extra needs, just like ours).
     Also luckily, they had two lenses that would fit Daddy's new 
jewel.  The others he had to order, just like Momma had ordered 
the camera itself.
     By the time we left the store, (Paying in advance for the 
two lenses Daddy ordered.) we were carrying bags, film, tripods, 
lights, and other accessories that made my parent's bank account 
poorer by over twice what Momma had paid for the camera body.
     Momma's lips were pinched and sour.  She had WANTED to get 
Daddy something expensive.  This was FAR beyond what she had 
budgeted, however.  Still, Momma never suggested that perhaps 
Daddy should settle for a cheaper combination of camera and lens.  
Momma loves Daddy.
     I don't really remember what I got for Christmas that year.  
The camera took up all our time.  Daddy started with pictures of 
the tree, us, the cats, our Christmas dinner, me making a snow-
man, the house, etc., etc., etc.  Daddy must have gone through 
five rolls of film that first day.
     You might think that my father would lose interest after a 
day or so of this.  Nope.  Mother DID pick the right gift for 
Daddy.  From then on, you never knew when you might be doing 
something, and there would be a bright flash as your likeness was 
captured forever on film.
     Daddy took pictures of me playing, the trees outside when it 
was frosty, the neighbors, and anything and everything.  Momma 
put her foot down though, when he started to take a picture of 
her in her nightgown.
     Still, she didn't object when he had me "pose" in my summer 
sun-suit, or my bikini.  As long as it was only "posing."

     About three months later, Daddy got his first award.
     We didn't even know Daddy was sending copies of his pictures 
off to various magazines, until they announced he had won.
     Daddy's first award was for a picture of the frost-covered 
trees that winter.  It WAS beautiful.  Strangely, that was the 
only award Daddy ever got for a nature-picture.  He collected 
many awards over the next few years, but they were all for 
pictures of people.
     The second picture that won an award for Daddy, was one of 
me.
     I never even knew he took it.  It was a picture of a cute 
little girl (me) lying on a couch, sleeping.  I looked so 
innocent, as back then my body was just beginning to develop.  I 
was wearing a short little mini-skirt that was all the rage back 
then, but in my sleep the dress had crept up above my waist, 
exposing my panties.  It was so cute.  You could tell that I had 
no idea what a spectacle I made, with the tight little panties 
pulled up, so you could actually see the indentation made by my 
plump little cunny-lips.





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     It was innocently sexy, without being lewd or obscene.  I've 
got to say, that Daddy had great taste for posing.  (He still 
does, for that matter.)
     Only I wasn't posing in that picture.  (I hadn't gotten into 
that yet.)  I was just a little girl sleeping, and Daddy caught 
the pose just right.
     After that award, Daddy started taking more pictures of me.  
Sometimes, he would "pose" me for the pictures, but at first he 
seemed to do better just catching me doing things naturally.  
Still, he improved all the time.
     The picture that really started things though, was the one 
of me licking a lollipop.  This one Daddy did "pose" me for.
     We must have worked for over an hour, before Daddy finally 
got the "pose" he wanted, with me sitting; licking a big sucker 
that was almost as big as my hand, while facing the camera, so 
you got just the hint of my panties up under the short little 
skirt I was wearing.
     When that picture got the big award, and even got posted in 
the local newspaper, suddenly people started coming to see Daddy 
to have them take pictures of THEIR children.  Within a month, 
Daddy had quit his job, and was working as a professional 
photographer.
     It seemed that over half of Daddy's customers were men, who 
wanted him to make THEIR little girls look so innocently sexy as 
I had.  That old "pose" of a little girl with a lollipop got 
pretty worn-out in the next few months, though Daddy STILL gets 
an occasional request from somebody to "pose" his little girl 
like that.
     As I said, that was the start.  After that first success, 
Daddy started trying new "poses" on me all the time.  Momma 
wasn't too happy about some of them, especially the ones that 
showed a lot of bare-skin and panties, but she never said 
anything.
     There was a slight glitch, the first time Daddy took some 
nude pictures.  (No, not of me.)  A nudist couple (or nature-
lovers) wanted Daddy to take a family photo, but of them nude.  
Daddy didn't mind; just charged them a little extra, because he 
took more time to "pose" them than normal.
     Never having worked with nude people before, it took Daddy a 
while to get the lighting and "pose" just right.  Full-frontal 
nudity, with genitalia of everyone exposed, but not lewd or 
obscene, was quite a challenge.  Still, Daddy managed, and that 
was the start of him being a nudist photographer.
     The couple liked the picture so well, of them and their 
little girl, that they recommended Daddy to all their friends.
     Well, one day the cops showed up at the door, and arrested 
Daddy.  It seems that some bluenose at the studio where Daddy had 
his film developed thought nude pictures of little girls were 
illegal, so she called the cops.
     It took almost a year before Daddy got all his equipment 
back, as the case was thrown out of court by a judge who said, 
"Anyone who thinks award-winning pictures of little girls were 
obscene, just because they were naked, has to be sick."  Still, 
Daddy lost a lot of negatives and his equipment was fairly badly 
damaged, but the police never even gave him an apology.


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     After that, Momma got Daddy an enlarger and photo-equipment 
for his birthday, and Daddy made a darkroom in the basement, and 
did his own developing.  After a while, Daddy got so good he 
preferred his own work to the labs anyway.
     The publicity he got for fighting the "nudist" case, made 
Daddy quite popular among those people who preferred to go naked.  
So Daddy ended up going to a lot of nude gatherings; quite often 
taking me and Momma along.  He was also taking a lot of nude 
pictures of me, by this time.
     Daddy would quite often "pose" me for these pictures, and I 
appeared in a quite a few publications like "Sun and Swim".  I 
didn't mind, though.  At first Momma was a little upset at her 
little girl's naked body being displayed in magazines all over 
the country.  Daddy was almost as good at soothing Momma's 
worries though, as he was at posing me.  Each time Momma got a 
little upset at a slightly more risque pose, Daddy would point 
out that it wasn't all that unusual, and he was able to back up 
his claims by showing pictures of other girls in even more 
extreme positions than the one that bothered Momma each time.  
Daddy must have had a lot of pictures of little naked girls; 
ranging from innocently nude, all the way up to hard-core 
fucking.  Of course, he never showed Momma any of the hard-core 
ones at first.  He led Momma (and me) along a step at a time.  
Just nude at the start, without even my pussy showing.  Then a 
hint of pussy.  Next, the crack showing.  A few days later, full 
frontal nude.  Next, my leg lifted a little.  As I said, one tiny 
step at a time.  The progression was so smooth over several 
months, that it was only when you compared the early pictures 
Daddy took, to those several months later, that you could see how 
far we had gone.
     There was something about my body that people seemed to 
like; at least those people who bought nudist magazines, anyway.  
Daddy had a secret, that he kept for many years.  The reason I 
looked so fresh and innocent, yet so arousing, was very simple:  
Daddy excited me, before I "posed".
     At first, it was just things like tickling, that got my body 
all heated and flushed with excitement.  Then, when Momma 
complained about all the noise, Daddy got a little more subtle.  
He'd stroke my body with his big hands, until I shivered with 
excitement.  Then, when my nipples were sticking out, he'd "pose" 
me in various semi-erotic positions.  Once he started taking nude 
pictures of me, Daddy would usually go naked himself; explaining 
to my mother that it would be "less embarrassing" to me, if I 
knew he was naked too.  I don't know about that, but knowing my 
father was taking sexy shots of my body while HE was naked sure 
did a lot to make me look even more aroused than before.
     Daddy pointed this out to Momma, and after a while she 
stopped objecting; even when she saw Daddy sporting a huge 
erection.  After all, this was even MORE exciting to me, knowing 
my own father was getting turned on by my naked body.
     At that time, (about 6 to 9 months after Daddy first got the 
camera,) I knew about as much as any other 12 or 13 year old, so 
I wasn't completely ignorant about sex.  I knew where babies came 
from, and that my body was getting ripe, so it could make them.



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     Once I started having periods, seeing Daddy naked aroused me 
even more.  Still, you don't do sexy things with your own father 
do you?
     Daddy did.  About this time, the pictures he started making 
subtly changed.  From sexy pictures of an innocent little girl, 
my "poses" became increasingly explicit.  Daddy even started 
"feeling me up" to get me more aroused, before "posing" me; 
sometime with my own finger hovering near my little crack.
     The first time Momma caught Daddy with his finger in my 
slit, she almost had kittens.  Still, Daddy talked her down, as 
he explained that it was necessary to make me look properly 
aroused for the pictures he was taking.
     When Momma objected that he shouldn't be taking "that kind" 
of pictures of his own little girl, he showed her how most of our 
money was now coming in from him taking just "that kind" of 
pictures of me.
     Well, Momma still objected, but finally agreed that he could 
continue, as long as I didn't get hurt, and the pictures didn't 
get much worse than what he had already taken.
     That was a mistake.  Momma should have put her foot down, 
and insisted that Daddy keep to the strictly nude pictures.  By 
saying it was OK, as long as he didn't get "much worse," Momma 
allowed Daddy to progress even further.
     The next day, Daddy had me "pose" with my finger up my 
crack, while spreading my legs.  Since Momma wasn't there to 
object, I went along.
     It was only about a week before Momma saw Daddy "posing" me 
with my legs spread, and both hands groping between my legs.  
When Momma objected, he told her I was "just posing" and they 
could make a lot of money, if I made it "look good", as if I was 
really masturbating.
     Momma looked suspiciously at my father, but finally agreed, 
as long as it was "just posing."
     That was the REAL start of my career in porn.  From then on, 
whenever Momma caught me or Daddy doing something particularly 
outrageous, Daddy would explain that I was "just posing" and 
Momma would stop.
     From masturbation and rubbing my developing titties, it 
wasn't long until Daddy had me rubbing my crack with first a 
vibrator, and then later a dildo.
     Momma got red in the face, when she saw me rub my little 
slit with a big rubber penis, but as long as Daddy assured her 
that I was "just posing" she didn't stop me.  Of course, Daddy's 
"warm-up" exercises had progressed as well.  From feeling me all 
over, Daddy had progressed to feeling me up; in both ass and 
cunt, until I was hot and flushed for the "poses."
     Daddy kept assuring Momma that it was "necessary" to get me 
excited, so that the people who looked at the pictures would 
believe I was really masturbating, not just "posing."
     Yeah, right.  Daddy was just a horny old man, who liked to 
feel his daughter up.
     Still, I didn't object either.  I mean, if my own father and 
mother thought I was doing the right thing by helping Daddy, then 
it didn't bother me to "act" like I was getting off on it.



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     After a few months, Daddy said he had some new clients, who 
would pay well for a few slightly more explicit shots.
     Momma was a little suspicious of this, but agreed that maybe 
a LITTLE hint of real sex wouldn't be all that bad, as long as it 
was just posing.  Still, she wanted to be sure it was just that: 
"posing" and not the real thing.
     So Daddy had Momma take the pictures this time.  He set them 
up, and had Momma click the shutter when he said so.  This way he 
was able to get into the picture, and Momma could be sure we were 
"just posing."
     Ha Ha!  Some "posing."  These pictures were the start of 
what was to become real hard-core porno.  Since I was under 13, 
it would be considered "kiddie-porn" now; though at the time, 
such a category didn't exist.
     At first, it WAS just that: posing.  Daddy would stand 
beside me, with a semi-erect prick right near my mouth.  If you 
were a REAL pervert, you might imagine that I was about to suck 
Daddy off, but you needed a pretty good imagination.  Later, we 
did similar shots with Daddy between my legs.
     It seems there were some funny rules at that time, where you 
could publish pictures of people in sexual positions, but 
couldn't actually show penetration, or ejaculation.  Daddy had to 
jack-off a few times, before we "posed" together, so he wouldn't 
have an erection that would get the pictures busted.
     The second time he did this, Daddy had a hard time getting 
off, until he reached over and began feeling me up while he did 
it.
     Momma looked daggers at Daddy, but didn't say anything, as 
it wasn't all that much more than he had been doing previously to 
warm ME up.  Daddy came in warm squirts all over my leg, and 
Momma had to wipe it up before we could continue "posing".
     It was the first time I actually saw my father's cum, but 
not the last.
     After about a month of these kinds of shots, where Daddy 
would "pose" with his prick next to my little cunny, ass, or 
mouth, the rules changed.  Suddenly, because of a law-change, or 
possibly because Daddy had new customers for his pictures, 
penetration and ejaculation were no longer forbidden.
     Daddy worked it up slow though.  If he had rushed in, Momma 
would probably have put her foot down, and the whole photo 
business with me would have probably ground to a halt.  I'm sure 
that If Momma had known Daddy's eventual aim, she would have 
stopped him immediately; and maybe even filed for divorce.
     Daddy knew that, and very carefully led us both along step 
by tiny step.
     The first of these steps was when Daddy came on me, as we 
prepared for yet another of those fake-fuck shots.
     When Momma was going to wipe up the white splatter on my 
leg, Daddy stopped her.  "It looks more realistic this way," he 
told Momma, "as if we really were fucking.  It makes the pose 
look more real, and I can probably get a lot more money for it."
     Well, what the heck.  Momma figured that Daddy was already 
cumming on me almost every time, so what did it hurt, if we took 
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     The next day, Daddy squirted his cum right on my belly, so 
it would look like he had just pulled out of me.  Momma almost 
had a fit; worrying that he might accidentally get some inside 
me; but once she saw Daddy only had squirted on my tummy, and a 
little on my legs, she relaxed.
     The next day, Daddy had me close my eyes, while he squirted 
cum on my cheek, and down my chin.  When Daddy posed next to me 
with my mouth open it almost looked like I had sucked him off, 
and he had cum all over my face.
     Things went on like this for a while, until Momma stopped 
flinching each time Daddy squirted his cum near my pussy, ass, or 
mouth.
     In the meantime, Daddy had started having Momma take the 
pictures while he actually inserted the tip of his prick in me.  
No, not in my pussy.  At least not at first, anyway.  But Daddy 
had Momma shoot while he laid just the head of his cock on my 
lips, or rested his prick on my asshole.
     As I said, step by little tiny step, Daddy worked towards 
his goal.  I think by the time Daddy first squirted cum in my 
mouth, we all knew where it would end, but we couldn't seem to 
stop.
     The first time Daddy put the tip of his prick inside my 
vagina, Momma almost made him stop.  But Daddy told her to, "Take 
it easy, it's just posing," and Momma stopped objecting.  How 
Daddy ever kept from ramming his thick cock up inside me that 
day, I'll never know, but he just slid the head in and out while 
Momma obediently took picture after picture of her husband's cock 
going into their little girl.
     Daddy was already cumming, when he suddenly pulled out and 
splashed thick white cum all over my belly; even running back 
down to my bare pussy.
     Momma hurriedly wiped me up, commenting that it was a good 
thing Daddy didn't "do it" inside me, as I wasn't on the pill.  I 
didn't tell her that I could feel some of Daddy's warm seed 
dribbling out of my slippery slit, even as Momma was commenting 
on how lucky we were that he didn't get any in me.
     That picture made a LOT of money for Daddy, and I understand 
it got into over four porno mags before the year was out.
     After that time, Momma agreed that it would be OK for me and 
Daddy to "pose" like that, as long as he didn't ejaculate inside 
me.
     Well, as you can imagine, Daddy kept pushing the limits.  It 
started with him fucking me in the ass, and then once he had cum 
all over my ass, he pushed his prick back inside me, before Momma 
could object.  Daddy pointed out, that he couldn't get me 
pregnant, by shooting up my ass, and it looked so much more sexy 
for people to know that my daddy's prick was leaking sperm in his 
little girl, as the cum all over my ass and his prick up inside 
me, so clearly showed.  Once again, Momma gave ground.
     Having set a precedent, the next day Daddy had me suck him 
off, and came in my mouth.  He then had me show my mouth full of 
my father's sperm; dribbling down my chin, while I licked the 
last obscene drop off his prick.  Momma took picture after 
picture of this, and never said a word.



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     Two days later, Daddy slid his thick prick all the way up 
inside me, and fucked me for real.  My virginity was long gone; 
taken by Daddy's finger and dildoes and vibrators, but it was the 
first time I had a real man inside me.
     I came so hard, it's a wonder I didn't break Daddy's prick 
off.
     Momma took picture after picture as Daddy and I "posed" with 
his prick partly inside me, barely inside me, or buried in my 
tummy to the hilt.  When he came, Daddy squirted a big mess of 
white sticky cum all over my tummy, and some of it even landed on 
my slit, as Daddy couldn't pull it away fast enough.
     Momma said some dirty words, but just wiped me up carefully 
to make sure none of Daddy's sperm got inside me.
     As long as it was just "posing", Momma never stopped 
anything after that.  She only drew the line at Daddy squirting 
his sperm in my vagina.  Fucking, sucking, ass-fucking were all 
just "poses" to be photographed.  I had Daddy's sperm in my 
mouth, up my ass, and all over my body.
     Two days after the first time, Daddy "accidentally" squirted 
in me before he could pull out.  Still, three good squirts went 
up on my tummy, and Daddy (again "accidentally") let the last 
squirt land right on my bare little cunny; thus hiding the fact 
that more semen was dribbling out of my snatch, than Daddy 
squirted on the outside.
     When Momma gave him hell, Daddy just shrugged and said that 
"accidents" were bound to happen, and he couldn't guarantee that 
he would always be able to pull out in time, let alone be sure 
that none of his cum accidentally landed on my crack.  Momma 
seethed a bit, but let it pass.
     The next time Daddy fucked me, he pulled out all right, but 
when he stopped squirting cum all over my ass, (We were fucking 
doggie-style.) he slid his cock down and stuffed it back inside 
me.  Momma almost had a fit!
     Daddy brushed it off, saying that he THOUGHT he had put his 
cock in my ass, where it was "safe"; but not to worry, because he 
had squirted most of it on my ass anyway.  Again Momma fumed, but 
didn't push it.
     About a week later, Daddy squirted cum all over my cunt; 
holding it open so he could squirt it right up inside me.  He 
told Momma that it was needed for a "special client" and worth 
the risk.  Besides, hadn't I just finished my period?
     As I said, pretty much anything went, except the final step; 
and even that one Daddy was treading pretty close.  After the 
first few times, I found I LIKED getting fucked properly in the 
cunt, and actually helped Daddy sneak a few extra squirts of 
incestuous sperm in my womb, when Momma didn't suspect.
     Once, I tried getting Daddy to fuck me before bedtime, but 
Momma cut me off short.
     It was OK with her, as long as it was only "posing" but boy 
oh boy did she get mad if Daddy ever approached me outside the 
studio!  I think this was just Momma's way of denying what was 
going on; that her husband was screwing the heck out of her 
little girl, and she wasn't doing anything to stop it.




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     Well, Daddy made a lot of money with the pictures he made.  
In fact, some of them are STILL making money even years later.  
Eventually though, it wasn't enough.
     I was a little over thirteen, when Daddy told Momma that 
someone was willing to pay a LOT of money for a real "cum shot" 
of a man fucking his own daughter.
     Since we were the most famous father/daughter sex-team, they 
had naturally approached him first.  "It'll be only posing," I 
heard Daddy saying to Momma for the umpteenth time.
     "But what if she. . ."  Momma wasn't convinced.
     "Don't worry," said Daddy, "I'll just make it LOOK like I 
cum in her.  You know how good I am at posing shots so they look 
real."
     I shivered, as I listened.  Daddy WAS good at posing.
     I always looked forward to "posing" with Daddy, and he 
rarely disappointed me, usually finding some excuse for us to 
"pose" together every day.  In those days,  I rarely posed alone.  
A few times Daddy had me pose with Momma, but my she didn't like 
that too much.
     "Oh OK," Momma acquiesced, like she had so many times 
before.  "As long as it's just posing, mind you.  I don't want 
you getting our little girl pregnant."
     "I have to make it look real," reminded Daddy.
     Momma sighed.  I guess she knew that somehow it would 
eventually come to this.  "Do what you have to," she finally 
said, giving Daddy all the rope he needed.
     This time, when Momma grabbed the camera, she used the new 
movie camera.  Over the past several months, we had been using it 
more and more, until Momma could finally handle it like an 
expert, and she was almost as good as Daddy was.  We had made 
several movies before, but this was to be the start of one like 
never seen before.
     In those days, sound movies were too expensive for amateurs 
to make, so everything was silent.  Momma panned across a 
blackboard that said "Daddy does his Daughter" before focusing on 
where Daddy was "working me up" like he usually did before we 
started.
     However, since the film couldn't be too long, we quickly 
moved to where Daddy had me facing the camera, while he slid his 
big prick up inside me from behind.  That way, the camera had a 
good view of my father's prick sliding in and out of my hot 
little hole.  Momma got a close-up of Daddy's cock stretching my 
little slit, before shifting a little higher so you could see my 
tummy swell each time Daddy pushed his cock up inside me.
     Momma then panned the camera up to my flushed, panting face, 
while I mouthed, "Oh Daddy, fuck me!" at the camera.  Daddy then 
lifted my leg, so you could see the incestuous father/daughter 
coupling even better, while Momma hurriedly grabbed a few quick 
shots with the still-camera, before continuing with the movie 
camera.
     Daddy continued to "pose" me in as many obscene positions as 
he could, before yelling, "NOW!" to Momma.





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     Momma took a quick shot of Daddy's strained face, as he 
mouthed, "I'm cumming!"; then shifted the camera to a close-up 
view of where Daddy's cock was sliding in and out of me.  Daddy 
pulled his cock halfway out, so Momma could close in even 
tighter, just as a bulge rippled through the base of his cock.  
The grim look on Momma's face was precious, as she realized that 
her husband was actually cumming inside her little girl, but she 
knew better than to waste time trying to stop him, when this shot 
of a man trying to impregnate his own daughter might be 
priceless.
     One, two, then three big shots of incestuous sperm shot into 
my womb, as Daddy tried to force as much of his prick inside me 
as he could.
     Then Daddy pulled out; just long enough for Momma to catch a 
good shot of my father's thick cock squirting thick sticky sperm 
all over my teenaged crack, before shoving the still-squirting 
member back up inside me, and leaving it there.  Momma managed to 
catch the two final bulges in the base of Daddy's cock on film; 
as he let the last bit of his seed flow into my welcoming young 
womb.
     Finally Daddy pulled out, and Momma got a good shot of my 
crotch leaking Daddy's sperm; while his white-streaked penis 
dripped proof that the man had really cum inside his little girl, 
and wasn't just faking it.
     Momma took one final shot of me kissing Daddy, before 
shutting off the camera.
     Once her job was done, Momma confronted Daddy.  "You horny 
son-of-a-bitch," she said, "You were just TRYING to get our 
little girl pregnant, weren't you?"
     Daddy just grinned, and said, "It's just posing."
     "Just posing, my foot," stormed Momma.  "Just look at her, 
dripping cum.  Her period was just a little over two weeks ago, 
and she might be conceiving right now!  I'd better get a rag, and 
wipe her up.  Douching would probably just wash your sperm up 
inside her.   Men!"
     Daddy stopped Momma from hurrying off to get a towel.
     "Wait," he said.  "We'd better get some more shots of her 
first.  We don't want to miss the opportunity of taking pictures 
of a fresh-fucked little girl."
     Momma opened her mouth to object, then suddenly seemed to 
change her mind.  "Yeah," she said, "if Lisa's going to get 
pregnant, we want to have a record of it, don't we."
     For a moment, Daddy looked startled.  Then he chuckled.  
"Right," he said.
     For the next half hour, Momma and Daddy posed me: Showing 
off my sperm-dripping vagina, in shot after shot.  Then, when 
Daddy got hard again, Momma had him get on top of me, with my ass 
elevated on a pillow; so that when Daddy came in me this time, it 
would soak in.
     To tell the truth, I was shocked.  I had really expected 
Momma to hit the roof when Daddy came in me; after all her 
earlier insistence that he be careful, so he wouldn't get me 
pregnant.
     Afterwards, I really expected Momma to insist I go on the 
pill; or at least use SOME kind of birth-control, but she didn't.


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     I suppose you're wondering about Momma too.  After all, this 
was quite a change from her previous stance.  Was Momma mad?  
Wasn't she even annoyed?  Or was she turned on by the whole 
thing?  Well, years later I asked her.
     It seems that Momma just gave up, and decided to go along.
     Was she turned on?  A little.  Well, actually a lot.  It's 
just that she didn't want to admit it, even to herself.  So Momma 
raised weak little objections all along the way.  Never enough to 
stop Daddy, but enough to soothe her conscience each time.
     Was she amused?  A lot.
     Actually, Momma knew this was going to happen quite a while 
before this, and was trying to decide what to do about it, when 
Daddy forced her to decide fast.  So she did.  Since I wasn't 
objecting, and if she DID raise a stink it might have ended in a 
messy divorce, she decided "What the hell!"  Even though some 
people might consider what her husband was doing abuse of the 
worst kind, she knew he really loved me, and would never dream of 
hurting his little girl.  Also, if I HAD objected, he would have 
stopped.  Since I didn't. . . Well, Momma figured I must have 
wanted it.  Well, I did. . . A little.   I just didn't know all 
that I was getting into.  Still, I'm not sorry, and neither was 
Momma.
     Besides, Daddy had led us both step by tiny step up to this 
point.  That last little step didn't seem so big any more to 
Momma.  In fact from then on, Momma insisted that Daddy squirt 
his sperm right up inside my womb at least once a day.  Even on 
the days we didn't have a photo session, Momma would have Daddy 
come in my room after I had gone to bed, and fuck me so I could 
go to sleep with my father's seed swimming in my womb.  She no 
longer raised any objection to Daddy fucking me when we weren't 
"posing."  She even insisted that if we were NOT posing, then 
Daddy had to cum in my vagina, so I would have at least a CHANCE 
of getting pregnant when he did.  Since Daddy had pretty much the 
same ends in mind, you can imagine how often I got fucked.  Not 
that I minded.
     I gave up on getting on the pill.  I figured if both Daddy 
AND Momma wanted me to get pregnant, then I guess I would just go 
ahead and have a baby.  So I did.
     It was about three months later, that I first missed my 
period.  Momma and Daddy held a big celebration, in which I got 
fucked about 5 times, and even licked Momma out twice.
     From then on, it seemed that I "posed" more than ever.
     Pregnant 13-year-old little girls are rare, it seems.  At 
least ones who fuck their fathers and let pictures be taken of 
them anyway.  We made a bundle on that set of pictures.
     Yes, we.  Since I was old enough to have a baby, Momma and 
Daddy figured I was old enough to make financial decisions on my 
own.  So, from then on, all the money from our "posing" was split 
three ways.
     Daddy pointed out that I deserved a good part of it anyway, 
as the pictures were of me.  Of course, having a third of the 
income, Momma insisted that I share a third of the expenses too.





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     As I said, we made a LOT of money on that movie, and even 
more on the photo series that followed of my belly getting big.  
Not to mention those shots of Daddy fucking me when I was about 
8-months gone.
     If you think pictures of a pregnant thirteen-year-old are 
sexy, then you should see the market there is for a FUCKING 
pregnant 13-year-old girl.  Daddy had to be careful selling them, 
but we made a mint.
     When my daughter Mindy was born, it wasn't two weeks later 
that we were making a sequel to the first film, where Daddy gets 
his FOURTEEN year old daughter pregnant.
     Actually, Momma had me "posing" with my little girl before I 
even got out of the hospital.  I remember one shot, where Momma 
took pictures of me nursing Mindy.  She suggested I pinch my 
nipple, and squirt the milk into my daughter's mouth. 
Unfortunately, not all of it went in, and some landed on her 
face.  Strangely, Momma found that very interesting, and took 
several shots of Mindy's little wrinkled face dripping in her 
mother's milk. 
     This continued for a while, until we all decided we'd better 
stop.  There was something about seeing my little girl with her 
father's sperm oozing out of her unfucked cunny, and knowing we 
wouldn't be able to stop later, if we didn't stop then.
     Not wanting Mindy to even accidentally get hurt, we all 
decided to limit the posing to just me.
     A few years later, I got too old to be in "kiddie-porn" 
anymore, and the regular porn business seemed too tame for all of 
us.  So, after one last incredible sequence where I got pregnant 
for the fourth time, I retired.  Daddy went back to his still 
fairly successful regular photography business, and we all lived 
on that, the money we invested from the earlier business, and  
the "residuals".
     Of course, I still did some private "posing" for Daddy. . . 
Like every night, at bedtime, and sometimes in the morning too.  
Momma would take pictures, but it was amazing how often she 
forgot to replace the film.   <grin>
     So now you know why I was a little dubious about having my 
daughters "pose" for my father.
     I mean, Mindy's almost 12 now, and Carol just had her first 
period last week.  Who knows what might happen, if Daddy gets 
carried away?
     On the other hand, what's the worst thing that could happen?  
Having a baby hadn't hurt ME all that bad.  Anyway, the two 
younger girls aren't old enough that we'd have to worry. . . Yet.  
And when they do. . . well, we'd just have to see, wouldn't we?
     I had a sudden vision of a perfect "pose", where Carol is 
sliding up and down on Daddy's thick prick while her father 
squirts bolt after rich creamy bolt of the same baby-making sperm 
that created her 12 years ago, in our little girl's fertile young 
womb.







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     Then I had another "pose" appear in my mind, where Mindy was 
bending over; licking Daddy's cock that was sliding in and out of 
her little sister; lapping up the overflow of cum that leaked out 
of the little girl; while her enormously pregnant belly jiggled 
and swayed with each obscene lick.  I thought about Daddy's lewd 
suggestion a little bit more.
     For the first time, I regretted that at least one of our 
children hadn't been a boy.  There were poses you could do with 
children of the opposite sex, that just weren't possible with 
only girls.
     However, it was the thought of a third pose that did me in. 
Imagine this scene, if you will:
     "Girls, help Marla get ready.  We want to make it look like 
your father has just gotten your little sister pregnant.  Mindy, 
you hold the light right here; so when Daddy cums, the camera can 
see his sperm going right up inside Marla's vagina.  Cindy, you 
suck on Daddy's cock, until he's ready to cum inside your little 
sister.  Jean, you take the backup camera, and try to get a good 
shot from over there.  Try to get a shot when Daddy cums.  If 
we're lucky, maybe one of us will catch a shot of Daddy's cum 
actually squirting inside her.  Cindy, make sure you don't block 
the shot.  Is everybody ready?  OK Cindy and Marla, GO!"
     Too bad Momma died last year; I can't ask her anymore.
     Oh well, I knew what Momma's answer would be anyway.
     "Well OK, I guess," I said with pretended reluctance, "as 
long as it's just posing."































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