                      Mom was a pervert
                       An Erotic Story
     
     Thinking about it: Mom must have been a world-record
type pervert.  I mean, how many women do *you* know who
encourage their husband and daughter to have sex together,
and then stand there watching proudly as her man dumps his
virile seed in their little girl's womb?  Then imagine a
woman perverted enough to do this from the time the girl
is/was barely old enough to walk until her middle thirties
like I am now.
     Actually, I don't really remember the first time Dad
and I had sex ... especially if view oral sex as being "real
sex", unlike President Clinton.  I was probably four years
old, three, or possibly even two the first time I wandered
into the bathroom, found Dad sitting on the can with a big
hard-on, and just naturally took my father's cum-swollen
prick in my mouth and sucked him off; swallowing every drop
that I could as if it was some kind of incredibly tasty
treat for little girls.  Well, to some extent I *think* so
anyway.  From what I've picked up from Mom and Dad, it was
likely about that time anyway.  As far as I can tell,
neither Mom nor Dad ever actually *seduced* me.  It was more
like I grew up watching Mom give Dad blow-jobs and having
full vaginal sexual intercourse; so it seemed most natural
for me to volunteer to do the same thing whenever I found my
father with a stiff prick and Mom not there taking care of
it like I figured Dad needed.
     Yeah, right.  Mom says she kept me in a crib alongside
the bed until at about two or three I learned how to crawl
out and over the top ... and then just naturally slid in bed
with my parents.  This was all in the same room, when there
was more space, before they got the king-sized bed after
moving the crib out.  Since it was almost impossible to keep
me *out* of their bed without locking me in a separate room,
I somehow managed to spend the time between being a baby in
a crib and when I went off to college sleeping in the same
bed with my parents ... and Mom never objected even once.
In fact, she acted *proud* of me.  Yes, I *told* you she was
a pervert.
     Many's the night I'd watch Mom giving Dad head, or him
on top of her, prick buried to the hilt in my mother's body,
while he jerked and spasmed my mother's womb with hot sticky
squirts of thick white baby-goo.  Mom never bothered to
clean up afterwards; simply lying there with Dad's baby-
cream leaking from her hairy twat in quite a good lesson in
sex for a little girl like me.
     Since Mom always swallowed Dad's cum when he ejaculated
in her mouth, it just seemed natural to me to do the same
thing I guess, the first time I went into the bathroom that
day, found Dad with his big "thing" poking out, and started
sucking my dad off like the "good little girl" that I was;
slurping and licking it just like I'd watched Mom do so many
times before.  I didn't even think about this being sex or
even sexual in nature; it was just something I felt I should
do, and felt right about doing.
     Just about the time Dad started groaning, jerking, and
squirting thick sticky gobs of white stuff in my mouth, down
my throat, up my sinuses, and out my nostrils, Mom happened
by from the kitchen and watched her little girl giving her
husband quite a blow-job.  She smiled proudly at the two of
us, waited until Dad finished dumping his load in me, shook
her head at her little girl taking care of her daddy like
that, gave me and Dad a big grin, and then went back to her
work; while Dad himself helped me clean up and get over the
horrible sneezes I had from his baby-goo backing up my
tonsils.
     After that I was a bit more careful when sucking Dad
off; being alert to the moment when Dad was about to cum;
and closing off both windpipe and sinus by trying to
actually *swallow* every drop, instead of accidentally
*breathing* the sticky stuff.  Often I'd wake up in the
night, find Dad's prick poking me in the rear or even in the
cunny; and turn over to suck him off so we could both sleep
properly.  Sometimes he would actually be asleep; and wake
up to his little girl giving head; but usually he was well
aware of the situation; even sliding his precum-dripping
head in and out between my legs to warn me he'd make a mess
of my cunny (and the bed too) if I or Mom didn't help out
pretty quickly.  So, I'd turn over, squinch down, and suck
Dad off like the good little girl I was.
     Mom would usually wake up (if she wasn't already) from
the bed jiggling; and then watch carefully until Dad thrust
hard in my mouth and ejaculated his seed right down my
throat if we did it right.  Sometimes though I'd just purse
my lips around the swollen glans and have Dad squirt his
baby-cream right in my mouth so I could taste it before
swallowing heavily as I took every drop down in my tummy
where it belonged.  Mom would always watch until we
finished; as if to be sure that Dad *did* dump every sticky
drop in her little girl before turning over and going back
to sleep.
     Since Mom never objected, and rarely even said a word
during these episodes; usually just smiling proudly at her
oversexed husband and precocious little girl having oral
sex; I guess I grew up thinking and even knowing that such
things like sucking your father off and eventually even
having full sexual intercourse with your own dad when you
got big enough, were just things a little girl was expected
to do; or at least wouldn't get in trouble for doing.  For
sure Dad seemed to like it well enough.  It certainly never
seemed *wrong* to me, even later on when in school they had
all those silly lessons about "good touch" and "bad touch"
and how wrong it was for you to let a man touch you in your
privates.  Actually, far from feeling bad or wrong, it felt
... well, *natural* to suck off Dad; and eventually to have
him suck my own horny little twat as well.  After all, Dad
wasn't just a "man" to me ... he was my *father*.  Besides,
Dad wasn't molesting *me*; I was sucking *him* off ... and
yes, later having full vaginal sexual intercourse with him.
So what?  Big fucking deal ... Right?
     As I said, neither Mom nor Dad seemed to see the
slightest thing wrong with me sucking my father off, often
two or three times a day ... So why should I?
     I'd often come into the living-room where my parents
were watching TV, see Dad sporting an erection, and if Mom
didn't show signs of helping Dad out, I'd usually wander
over and do the job for her.  Oh, every once in a while Mom
would actually *hint* that maybe I could help Dad out by
sucking him off ... But never in so many words.  I think,
"Sherry?  Could you take care of your father while I'm busy
in the kitchen?" was about the closest she ever got to
actually asking me to blow my father during those years ...
But the same question got to have more meaning a few years
later.
     Usually, even if Mom *was* busy in the kitchen while I
sucked Dad off, she'd peek around the corner and then often
would *stay* watching until Dad finally unloaded in my
mouth.  Then Mom would go back to doing whatever in the
kitchen while I licked and cleaned up the residue I'd missed
when swallowing Dad's cum.  After that, Dad and I would
usually cuddle; often with his now limp and wilted prick
snuggled right up next to my tiny cunny; still leaking tiny
drips and drops of cum and smearing my crotch with baby-goo.
No, Dad *never* tried to put even the tip inside me, nor
even diddled my twat with his finger ... Even though I
myself sometimes did, right there on his lap!  How he ever
resisted the temptation, I'll never know.  It must have been
incredibly erotic to see his little girl diddling her own
tight little twat while she sat on his lap, sticky gray cum
still dribbling from his prick and into the crease of that
same tiny twatlet, right after that same little girl sucked
hot sticky gobs of the same incestuous cum right down her
eager little throat.  To know his little girl could likely
be inseminating herself with his incestuous baby-cream while
squirming in his lap, must have been incredibly erotic to my
father ... Especially knowing now about his fantasies about
knobbing his own kids.
     Still, the few times Dad *did* get another erection
from such goings-on, either Mom would show up and take it in
*her* mouth, up her own hairy twat, or I would squirm off
Dad's lap and suck him off again ... usually while Mom
watched to see if I properly drained him this time.
     No, in all that time, from about two or three until
five or six years old, I never once felt "used" and
certainly not abused by sucking Dad off.  In fact, he
*never* asked me to do so; not even once.  Oh, *Mom* hinted
a few times that maybe I could "help Dad out"; but nobody,
not even Mom, ever *told* me I had to put my mouth on my
father's prick and get him to squirt hot sticky seed down my
throat, any more than she had to tell Dad that I would
probably appreciate his sticking his tongue up my own tight
little twat and licking me off like he did Mom.  All that
stuff just came naturally to both of us.  Dad would have a
stiff prick; and I'd suck him off.  I'd have an itchy twat;
and Dad knew the cure for that, just like I did.
     Sucking Dad off was all my own idea that I got from
watching Mom and Dad making love ... Not just in bed,
either; but on the couch, the floor, in the shower, on the
kitchen table, and even one time out in the back yard.
Thankfully though, we had a large hedge around most of it.
Once I moved into their bed, neither Mom nor Dad hid their
sexuality from me ... Which, quite naturally, led to me
sharing mine with Dad too.
     It must have been about two or three years after that
day I wandered into the bathroom and ended up sucking Dad
off that I found my father reading the paper in a kitchen
chair; still sporting a morning hard-on.  Only this time,
instead of getting down on my hands-and-knees on the hard
tile of the kitchen floor, I did what (again) seemed most
natural: squatted a bit, waddled up to Dad, sat facing him
on his lap, and fit the head of my father's prick into the
tiny hole between my legs as I held myself open for him.
     Mom came into the kitchen about then, caught her breath
at the sight of her little girl taking the tip of her
hubby's dong inside her twat, but didn't say a word
otherwise; simply watching until Dad, by jerking his dong a
bit, managed to unload what felt like pints of hot sticky
baby-goo in my tiny slot.  Surge after surge of sticky white
seed spat into my tummy; with not a drop escaping until Dad
finished, wilted, and a flood of baby-cream came out of my
tiny hole in a rush.  I *think* I was still a virgin even
then; but of course, not for long.  Mom just stood there and
watched her husband inseminate their little girl, as if it
was the most normal thing in the world.  Well, I *told* you
my mom was a pervert.  I found that out even more
emphatically that night, or possibly a few nights later.
     I'm not sure if I continued taking Dad's prick-head in
me like that for several days, while also continuing to suck
him off like I usually did, or, as I really suspect, it was
that very night that things changed.  Whatever.  That night,
several nights, or even several weeks later, what does it
really matter?
     Yeah, probably that same night, I was snuggled up
between Dad and Mom, his prick poking me like it sometimes
did, and I was about to turn over and suck my father off
like I usually did, so we could both get to sleep, when Mom
spoke up:
     "Lift your leg, Hon," she told me; her voice coming
thickly and as if she could barely talk.  "Let Dad ...."
She didn't complete the sentence.
     Still, as said, I was a *good* girl; and fairly
obedient.  Besides, I really expected Mom to just reach over
and suck Dad off like she often did ... only between my
legs?  That *was* a bit different.
     Well, Mom *did* suck on Dad ... For about twenty
seconds or so; getting his prick all slippery and even
coaxing some pre-cum from the tip.  Then:
     "Here ... Push," she directed; aiming Dad's swollen
dong up into the tight little slot between my legs where
earlier that day I'd had the tip inside me at least once
already.
     So ... I did.  Dad did too.
     With a snapping sensation, an "Ow!" from me, and
suddenly I was no longer a virgin as at least six inches of
fatherly prick slid up inside my tight little baby-hole,
where it was soon leaking precum and what would eventually
be hot sticky gobs of my own father's sperm-laden semen into
my tummy.  God, did I feel stuffed.
     Stuffed, but good.  Just knowing I was taking my
father's prick up inside my vagina like Mom did all the time
made me rather proud.  It was quite a rush knowing that from
then on I'd be fucking my father just like a grownup did;
taking his seed in my belly and draining his prostate into
my womb just like my mother did.
     Even, or possibly in spite of the slight pain of losing
my virginity, I found myself clamping down around Dad's
prick and milking it for every precious drop of his seed,
like I hadn't even imagined I could do before having actual
vaginal intercourse with my own father.
     Dad couldn't take it.  The eroticism of actually
*fucking* his own baby girl was too much.  With a groan he
pushed in hard, bringing a yelp from me before he eased off.
Then Dad held himself as deep in my body as he could without
hurting me, and squirted gob after hot sticky gob of pearly
white cum deep in my belly ... Just like he usually did
about once a day or so with Mom.
     I was *so* proud of myself for doing this; actually
berating myself for not taking Dad's prick in my cunny days,
weeks, months, or even years earlier.  If I'd *known* how
much Dad would enjoy it, I probably would; even if it hurt
me far worse than that slight sting when it finally
happened.
     Mom, of course, lay there and watched her husband
inseminate their little girl ,,, *properly* this time, with
his prick embedded in my belly while he jerked, thrust, and
jetted blob after hot sticky blob of incestuous cum deep in
her little girl.  She also seemed to be just as proud of Dad
for inseminating me and me for draining Dad's cum into my
belly, as I was for managing to take almost three-quarters
of my dad's swollen and cum-spitting dong into my twat where
it seemed like it had always belonged.
     Well, after that, for the next few years, about ten or
so, as you can imagine, Dad and I added full cum-squirting
vaginal sexual intercourse to the almost daily blow-jobs he
got from both me and Mom.  Usually on the bed, but often on
the couch, in the big easy-chair, bent over the table, the
sink, or any handy flat surface, in the shower, on the
floor, or any place two incestuous lovers can find to put
their sexual apparatus together, we made love, we humped, we
*fucked*, we had sex, sexual intercourse, baby-making, did
the two-backed-beast, and any other way of two horny people
having sex; with an adult man's cum-squirting dong buried to
the hilt in his sexy little girl's milking, eager, and
eventually even fertile young cunny.
     Yes, buried to the hilt.  It wasn't much more than a
month after that first time that found me with Dad's swollen
member as deep inside my belly as it would go, while Dad and
I worked together to get each precious drop of sperm-filled
semen out of his prostate and into my womb where it
belonged.  It's funny though: We never *ever* did anal-sex;
nor was it ever suggested.  In fact, it wasn't until I went
off to college that I ever even learned there was such a
thing.
     So it continued for years; from about five or six and
pre-school, to nine, ten, and even twelve years old; having
full vaginal sexual intercourse with my own father without a
care in the world except how much fun we could both have by
putting our "naughty bits" together in as many ways, places,
and times as we could improvise.  All the while Mom watched
her little girl and husband mating with this funny little
smile on her face, as if she knew something that we didn't.
     Well, as you can imagine, eventually the day came when
I started bleeding.  I'm not sure if it was Mom or the "Sex
Education Class" down at school ... the same one warning me
about people touching my "private parts", or Mom who warned
me; but it wasn't a *complete* surprise when one day I found
my panties all caked and brown when I came home from school
that day; not from Dad's cum dripping out of me like usual,
but from the bloody mess of having my first period.
     Mom helped me clean up the mess, got me some pads and
tampons, and made sure I understood this messy business
would now happen about once a month, since I was now a
"woman" and not just a "little girl" any more.  For three
days, and for the first time in *years*, Dad and I didn't
have sex that day.  Mom took over; explaining that the
cramping and other stuff had to die down before we resumed.
     It's funny but: Being all messy like that, I didn't
even *miss* having Dad's prick inside me until it was almost
all over.  Geesh.
     About four weeks later, it all happened again.  What a
mess.
     THIS time though, Mom sat me down and explained that
the messy stuff had a purpose:  Each month my body "laid an
egg" ... kind-of, anyway.  This egg would slowly work its
way down from my ovaries, into my womb ... and if not
fertilized would then be washed out with the blood each
month; thus announcing that I wasn't pregnant ... yet.
     God ... To have to go through *that* mess each month,
just for the privilege of being able to have a baby ... It
almost wasn't worth it; and I told Mom so.  She, of course,
giggled and agreed ... almost.
     It was three months *after* that, when I was in the
middle of about my fourth period, with Dad on top of me in
bed one morning, thrusting in and out before delivering his
seed in my belly like he usually did, that Mom, instead of
just watching like she usually did, started talking to me.
     "Sherry?" she asked, "Do you remember what I told you
about you producing an egg each month; and how if it wasn't
fertilized you had a period, so you knew you weren't
pregnant yet?"
     I grunted as Dad suddenly shoved his prick up inside me
HARD.  It seemed this conversation had excited him like
never before.
     Mom took the grunt as some kind of agreement and
continued, "Well," she explained, "In the thick white sticky
stuff a man squirts inside a woman (Like Dad is about to do
right now) there are millions of tiny black things called
`sperm'."
     Again, I grunted as Dad held himself deep inside me.
Vaguely I remembered something of this nature from school,
so I managed to nod to Mom this time, as well as the grunt.
     "If one of those sperm gets lucky and finds the egg
inside a woman," she continued, "then they combine and start
dividing.  Eventually that combination implants in the
woman's womb, and she has a baby that grows for several
months inside her until she gives birth."  Mom paused for a
second while Dad gave one last thrust up deeper inside me
than he'd ever gone before; jetting what felt like gallons
of hot sticky seed inside my vagina, before finishing up:
"That baby is part the woman, and part the man, but the
child of both.  For example: If you and your father made a
baby together, you could have your own baby sister.  Is that
what you want?"
     Oh God.  Dad seemed to lose all control at this point;
jamming his prick repeatedly to the hilt in my body as he
emptied his prostate into my womb.  I guess hearing Mom
telling how he *might* be getting me pregnant with my own
baby sister, yet another sexy young daughter fathered on his
own little girl by him, was too exciting to Dad.  I never
did remember to answer my mother's question.
     It took me almost three days to remember what Mom had
been talking about and integrate it into my previous
knowledge about sex, babies, human reproduction (from
school) and biology classes.  All that time Dad and I kept
on having sex, just like we had for months and years
previously.  It took me almost a week or two later to
realize this wasn't just something hypothetical, but
something that applied to me *personally*.
     Still, Mom never said anything after that first time.
Specifically, she never asked nor volunteered to have me put
on Birth-Control Pills, nor did she even *hint* that maybe
Dad might use a condom.  Not even a mention of anything like
that, from sponges, diaphragms, condoms, or other methods of
preventing unwanted pregnancy.  After a month or two of
completely unprotected sex through at least two more
periods, I assumed that Mom *intended* me to have my own
father's baby; so I stopped looking, waiting, or even
expecting her to ever offer.
     Well, you'd *expect* that with a normally fertile young
woman (like me), and a provably virile man (like Dad) that I
would have "caught" and had my own little baby brother or
sister within a year ... Only I didn't.
     Day after day, month after month, and year after year
went by with me having daily unprotected sex with my dad;
often several times a day; and not once did my period even
come in late or spotty.  I eventually decided that maybe Dad
and I couldn't have children ... at least together anyway.
     I'm not sure of the exact date; but it was about the
same time I started periods that my Aunt Marie allowed her
daughter Kathy to stay over with me one weekend.  It
couldn't have been *exactly* at that time though; as I was
quite comfortable at the time having sex with Dad.  I figure
it must have been about when I was 11 or so; or possibly a
few months before my first period.  However it was in the
summer; that I do remember; as we played outside wearing
swimsuit on a slippery bit of plastic that we got wet out in
the yard.  You don't do things like that except when it's
hot out.
     So, Kathy stayed over with us that weekend.  I think
she expected to stay in my bedroom; perhaps sleeping in my
bed with me.  Only ... *My* bedroom back then was my
parents' bedroom too; and I (as mentioned) slept with Mom
and Dad in their bed.
     Kathy didn't say a word; though she really *did* look
surprised when she found out she was going to share a bed
not only with me, but Mom and Dad too.  Her eyes got *real*
big when Dad started to get undressed alongside the bed
after she, Mom, and I had all slid in together.
     If I was about 11, then I suppose my little cousin must
have been about ten; as she's not quite a year younger than
I am; lacking perhaps two weeks from being a full year; with
her birthday about twelve days after mine.  Still, I
gathered she knew quite a bit about sex for her age ... Not
nearly as much as *I* did, of course; but then she wasn't
having sex with her dad for years like I had.
     If Kathy was surprised when Dad got into bed naked with
us, while we were naked too, she was really taken-aback I
guess when Dad climbed on top of me, fit his stiff prick
into my still bare cunny-hole, and then slid in to the root
before sliding in and out; *fucking* me right in front of
her.
     Like usual, Mom watched the whole thing from her side
of the bed; not even commenting until she saw Dad finish up
by ejaculating his cum deep inside me; jerking hot sticky
wads of baby-goo deep inside my tummy like he usually did.
I, of course, wasn't saying much either; just humping back
at Dad as I took his seed in my belly; working against my
father to extract every precious drop of family sperm my
father had in him for me.  I *liked* fucking Dad; and since
it was so normal for us, I didn't see the slightest thing
unusual about putting on a live sex-show for my innocent
little cousin.
     My parents, of course, did.  Mom leaned over, and for
the first time in weeks commented on Dad fucking me and
dumping his wad in my womb.  "That's a little unfair to
Kathy," she somewhat scolded.  "The girl is a *guest*, Tom.
You should give the poor girl a little of what you just gave
Sherry, don't you think?"
     Dad somewhat groaned; but it was more a groan of
agreement than anything else.  So ... He pulled that long
sticky, cum-smeared log out of my clasping baby-hole ... and
shoved it into my cute little cousin before she really had a
chance to object or say much more than, "Uncle Tom!  I ...
Uh ... I'm not ... I mean, I don't ... I've never ... Oh
GOD, Uncle Tom; you're fucking me!"  Well, of *course* Dad
was fucking her.  I mean, what did she *expect* when
climbing into bed naked with an adult.  You'd think she
never had fucked her own dad before.  Still, by the time my
little cousin finished objecting, Dad had his prick buried
to the hilt in her tight little box; and my cousin did, had,
and *was* fucking.  For the next ten minutes or so, Dad slid
his cum-slippery prick in and out of my little cousin before
stiffening on top of the girl and blowing wad after hot
sticky wad of baby-goo deep in the kid's sexy young belly.
Kathy was well and truly fucked.
     After that, for most of the rest of the weekend Dad
spent most of his time with his prick buried deep in my
cousin's tight little twat; filling the kid's sexy little
belly repeatedly with incestuous baby-cream; while pretty
much neglecting Mom and me sexually.  Dad fucked the kid on
the bed, in the bathroom, sitting on his big easy-chair, on
the living-room floor, and even once on the kitchen-table.
Kathy never once objected ... Still, she didn't seem to
enjoy it nearly as much as I did when Dad fucked me.
     I always wonder what Dad's little sister *really*
thought that Sunday night when she picked up her little
girl; Kathy looking fairly disheveled from one last torrid
fuck by Dad; her tiny pink panties clutched in one hand, her
bag in the other, and sticky gray slime oozing out of her
well-fucked little twat and running down both legs to soak
into her white cotton socks.
     Kathy never *did* spend the weekend or even a single
night at our house after that; though (as far as I know
anyway) nobody ever complained about Dad taking the kid's
virginity and porking the hell out of the little girl for an
entire weekend either; leaving what must have been pints of
incestuous baby-goo in my little cousin's developing
fertility that weekend.
     A couple of months later, on my birthday or some other
party, I did see Dad take my little cousin off to the
bedroom, where I followed to watch Dad sink his prick inside
the kid while she wrapped arms and legs around her uncle;
pulling Dad deep into her body when he finally stiffened and
blew his wad in the youngster.  I turned and noticed Mom
quietly smiling as she looked on past me; watching, as
usual, to make sure Dad spilled all of his seed in the kid's
belly before going back to attend to our other guests.
     Over the next three or four years, this happened
several times; not just when Kathy was visiting our house,
but when we were all together at theirs or some other
relative's house.  Dad would take the kid into a back room,
dump his wad in her twat, and then they'd both return
separately as if they never had been together.
     About three years later Kathy got pregnant.  There was
quite some discussion around the family as to who it was did
the "dirty deed" of knobbing a little 13-year-old.  I
personally suspected it was the kid's father; by then likely
fucking my sexy little cousin every day like Dad did with
me.  Of course, it could have been a boyfriend, or even one
of our many male cousins who did the job.  I don't *really*
think it was Dad; even though his name probably should have
been in the hat too; because I really don't remember Dad
having a chance to pork the kid nine months earlier.  We
just didn't have all that many family get-togethers where
Aunt Marie and Dad would be in the same house ... thus
allowing Dad access to Kathy.
     But, I suppose he could have done it anyway; especially
considering Aunt Marie's seeming nonchalance when it came to
seeing her big brother's seed drooling down her "innocent"
little daughter's legs that evening when she picked the kid
up from our house.  I've always suspected that Dad got into
his little sister's panties more than once before he married
Mom ... and maybe even a few times after that, as well.
Nobody ever *said* so, or at least not in so many words
anyway; but my guess is that sometime he did.
     About the only thing outside our usual sex with Dad and
I fucking, usually at least once a day, and sometimes two or
three times, where my sex-life changed from our usual
routine, came when I was in the Junior Year of High-School,
and Prom Night came around.  About that time I'd picked up
the obligatory "boyfriend"; even though we'd never yet had
real sex together.  Still, it wasn't fair (I figured) to
"cheat" the poor guy, especially considering what Dad and I
did every night, morning, and whenever else we could; so I
got in the habit of giving John blow-jobs almost every time
we went out on dates ... and one memorable occasion, I
sucked the poor slob off *three* times in one afternoon;
leaving my date completely drained.  Well, it was fun.  Not
as *much* fun as actually fucking Dad was, but fun.  Hell, I
*like* getting a guy off with my mouth.  Did when I was a
little kid sucking Dad off, and still do.
     However, Prom Night was coming up, Dad and Mom helped
me pick out a simply *gorgeous* dress, and John showed up in
a fancy rented car, a Tux, and a corsage that would choke a
horse.  He looked so damned *proud* to be escorting *me* to
the prom; and had spent himself broke trying to make it a
memorable occasion for me ... That I thought the guy
*deserved* to have me make it equally memorable for *him*
... and, as you can guess, I did.
     Yeah, I fucked the guy.  So, Big Deal, huh?
     Only for *him*, it was a big deal.  He acted like I was
the Belle of the Ball that night; not even looking at other
girls; just going gaga over seeing me ... in spite of three
or four other girls with twice my looks.  Oh, OK, I'm not
ugly ... Quite good looking in fact, I have on good
authority.  But I'm no Homecoming Queen, nor ever hope to
be.  But John, for that night at least, treated me as if I
made the real Homecoming Queen look like a dog.
     So ... That night, I seduced *him*.  Yeah, really.  The
guy was a clumsy Klutz when it came to sex, but not all that
hard to seduce when I made it clear I was available ...
then, at least.
     So, John drove me across town in his fancy rented car,
put the Motel bill on his credit-card, and we went inside
and "did the nasty" for over two hours until he couldn't get
it up even with my most energetic, sensual, and erotic blow-
job and strip-tease.  Still, he *did* manage to get off
inside me three times ... Or, more correctly, about two and
a half.
     The guy was *so* sweet.  He actually volunteered to
wear a condom ... something not even Dad did.  That made
taking his seed in my belly all the more exciting; knowing
the guy might actually succeed in planting a baby in my
tummy where my father hadn't ... yet, that is.
     When I told John it was OK for him to spill his seed in
my body, not pull out, and not use a condom, you'd think he
had won the lottery.  "You mean it's OK?" he asked,
incredulously.  When I nodded, I think John then just
assumed I was on the Pill and couldn't *get* pregnant.  I
did nothing to abuse him of that notion, either.  I'm fairly
sure that I actually got *his* "cherry" that day; even if he
didn't get mine.  A nice reward, I thought, for being so
nice to me!  Not every girl or boy is lucky enough to lose
his/her virginity on Prom Night.  I was happy to do that for
John.  All in all, a good time was had by both of us; with
(as I said) him spilling his baby-goo in my tummy at the
exact best time of month to knock me up ... while I actually
wished each and every one of his tiny little wrigglers the
best of luck.  Yeah, I actually hoped he would knob me with
his kid.  Sadly, he didn't.
     For two weeks after the Prom, I didn't see John.  I
think he might have been worried that he'd taken my
virginity (fat chance) and didn't want to see him again.
Only: I was waiting for something first.
     About two weeks to the day later, I called John and
told him, disappointedly, "I got it."
     "Wha ... Is this Sherry?" he asked.
     "Who else?" I giggled.
     "I thought you weren't speaking to me for ... uh ...
You know ... At the Motel that night.  I'm sorry if I hurt
you," he added in a mumble.
     Oh damn ... The poor kid was *apologizing* for fucking
me!  I decided right then, that any guy who apologized for
such a wonderful night, was *not* the man I wanted to spend
my life with ... Nice as the kid was.  Yeah, John was just a
kid, when I compared him to a real *man* like Dad.
     Still, better clear up the misconception:  "Don't be
silly," I replied, "I *loved* it ... It was wonderful, in
fact.  I was *hoping*," I added, "that you enjoyed it as
much as I did."
     John mumbled something that seemed to indicate he *had*
enjoyed our little encounter very much.
     "What I *called* you about, was to tell you that I got
it," I repeated.
     "Got what?"
     "My *period*, you dummy!  Geesh.  I called to tell you
that you didn't get me pregnant this time."  I added under
my breath a quiet, "Darn!" but John didn't hear that.
     "Oh my god, Sherry, I'm SO sorry ... I didn't mean to
... I mean, I thought you were on the Pill ... Oh damn.  I'm
SO happy you didn't get knocked-up ... Oh darn that doesn't
sound right.  Gee, can you ever forgive me for cumming in
you like that?  I should have had sense enough to use a
condom."  On and on the idiot went, bloody *apologizing* for
taking the chance of getting me pregnant with his baby, when
to me that had been the whole idea.  I resolved right then
to ditch the guy (nicely though).  I didn't want to marry a
guy who didn't want me to have his baby.  No way; nice-guy
or not.
     So ... We slowly broke up.  I gave him a few more blow-
jobs, but we never had real sex again, and neither one of us
even suggested that we do.  A few months later I saw John
with one of the prettier girls in Class, and about a year
later they got married ... and yes, had kids together.  I
think they're even happy together.  I hope so.  John *was* a
really nice guy; and the only guy other than my father to
ever get inside me.  On Prom Night, the Night of Dreams, no
less.  It still gives me cuddly and warm feelings to think
that I took his cherry that night too.  Something really
nice to repay the guy for how nice he was to me.  I like it
when the books balance.
     Dad and I continued having sex together for the next
two years; yes, fully unprotected vaginal sexual intercourse
often several times a day.  Mom, as always, continued to
watch and make sure Dad spilled his seed in my belly like a
man is supposed to; never pulling out and "wasting it" when
he could sperm my womb like men do when trying to impregnate
their mates.  I just assumed all this time that Mom *wanted*
Dad to knock me up with his baby.  Sadly, not even the
slightest sign of a missing period though.
     So, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was
off to college I went.  Sadly not a local college where Dad
and I could continue our incestuous affair, but one more
than 1000 miles away, where they could barely drive up over
a four-day weekend, say "Hi" and "Goodbye", before heading
back home.  So, usually they didn't.
     However, *I* took off over the Thanksgiving Holiday,
spent two days at home getting my belly stuffed with Mom's
turkey ... and two nights getting my hole stuffed with Dad's
prick.  Damn, but I missed that.  Like always, Mom pretty
much ignored the almost continuous orgy we put on during the
Holiday; simply watching each mating to be sure Dad spent
every drop of incestuous baby-goo as far up my needing
little hole as the two of us could force his prick to go.
Damn, was that fun.  We must have fucked ten to a dozen
times over that one weekend; not once bothering with oral
sex like we usually did.
     Christmas was pretty much a repeat of Thanksgiving;
only there it was 12 days ... almost two whole weeks of
uninterrupted sex and pigging out on my mother's cooking.
As always, Mom just watched her mating husband and daughter
to be sure he ejaculated his sperm up inside my womb where
it might do some good.  However, there was yet another
difference between Thanksgiving and Christmas besides the
usual presents, tree, and the longer holiday.  I was a big
distracted; because for the first time I'd missed my period.
I was *hoping* this wasn't just the excitement of being home
for the Holiday.  It wasn't.  It seems that while Mom was
busy stuffing my tummy with turkey, Dad had been busy
stuffing my tummy with his baby.  I'm not sure which one I
appreciated more ... probably the baby.
     Two weeks after getting back to College I took a "Home
Pregnancy Test"; and it turned out positive.
     So, I called my parents and announced (with a bit of
glee, I'll admit), "Mom ... I'm pregnant!"
     Mom and Dad didn't seem to be the least bit surprised;
though they did congratulate me ... and even (a big
insultingly to my feelings at the time) asked me who the
father was.  When I told them in scalding tones that of
course it was Dad's kid in my tummy, Mom apologized for both
of them.  They just had *thought* that a beautiful girl like
me would have "hooked up" with one or more of the more
handsome boys at College, and (considering my upbringing)
likely be screwing the hell out of whatever kid or kids were
lucky enough to get in my tight little panties.  They never
even thought I'd go all celibate on them once Dad wasn't
there to fill my tummy with his prick every night and day
and afternoon and ... Well, you get the picture.  Only: I
never even *thought* of doing that.  It just didn't occur to
me.  Believe it or not.
     So, that spring I slowly grew until my belly became
quite noticeable just before graduating ceremonies; bringing
considerable speculation as to which boy in College had
managed to get in my panties ... Since it was obvious I
wasn't dating anybody on a regular basis.  I kept my mouth
shut as to the father ... and this, surprisingly, gave me a
rather good reputation.
     That summer, about two weeks into my summer vacation, I
had my first baby by Dad.  We named her Marie; and that
should have been that.
     Oh, we resumed having sex; yes, full unprotected
vaginal intercourse, about a month after I gave birth to
Marie; but we really didn't expect me to get pregnant.
After all, I hadn't in all the years *before* I went to
college.
     Only:  wouldn't you guess it:  For the *second* time
when I came home for Christmas, I was already missing my
period from having Dad knock me up during Thanksgiving.
THIS was getting to be a pattern.
     So, again, this time about a month after leaving on
Summer Vacation, I had my *second* child by Dad.  We named
the boy, "Josh" for a distant but well-liked relative.
     Next year I wasn't pregnant for Christmas, for whatever
reason.  I WAS pregnant however, by the time I got back to
college; as Dad knobbed me for the *third* time over
Christmas Vacation.  Like I said, this was getting to be a
pattern.  I had Shelly (Everybody calls her "Shell".) in
about the middle of July.
     On my fourth and last year in college, you guessed it:
I got another "Thanksgiving Surprise" from Dad in the tummy.
Our fourth (and again last) daughter we named Lisa.  Always
did like that name.
     It was a bit of a surprise, but not really a shock,
when I came home with my sheepskin and a big belly with Lisa
inside, and found Marie between our father's legs as he sat
in that same old easy-chair; sucking our father off with
almost as much gusto as I had when I was a kid.  Geesh.
     So it went with the two younger girls as well.  At
about three or four years old, Mom or I would find each
younger girl with Dad's prick buried in her mouth; taking
the thick, hard, hot, and gooey squirts of daddy-cum down
her hardworking throat just like an adult ... Just like Mom
and I did, and the kids I guess got the habit from watching
us.  As far as I know, Dad never once *asked* me or any one
of our kids to suck him off, fuck him, or anything even
vaguely like that.  Each kid saw the joy their older
siblings or grandmother got in doing what came naturally;
making Dad feel good; and decided to do the same thing
herself.
     Yes, "herself".  Josh never once seemed in the
slightest interested in sucking Dad, me, Mom, or even his
siblings off.  However, *they* got great fun in sucking
their brother off.  Heck, once I saw all three girls having
great fun taking turns sucking Josh's tiny little peter, I
soon found myself doing the same thing; as the boy really
enjoyed having his tiny pricklet in a girl's mouth (and
later cunny), even if it would be years before he could
squirt the thick heavy gobs of sperm-laden semen that would
do the girls tight little vaginas some good, like their
father did.
     At about six, each girl did something similar to what I
did at about that same age; spreading her tiny little cunny-
lips and taking the glans of Dad's prick inside the entrance
to her tiny little hole; even if she was too small to take
the whole swollen member inside her body.  Lisa however,
started at only five; not wanting to be left out on what her
big sisters were doing.  Since she didn't seem to be hurt,
even with that enormous head stretching her tight little
hole, neither Mom nor I objected when we saw the kid
squatting over Dad, the tip of his prick sticking up the
child's tiny twat while his dong swelled, bulged, and then
spat wad after hot sticky wad up inside our little girl's
body, just like he did with her big sisters.
     It took each girl somewhere between three or four
months and a little over a year (for Lisa) before each child
was taking her father's swollen and cum-spitting babymaker
properly up inside her tight little baby-hole like a woman
should.  By the time each youngster started the third grade
however, all three were taking Dad's prick all the way up
inside their bodies like an adult; milking Dad's dong with
the full length of their tight little cunnies for each
precious drop of baby-goo our father could manufacture.
     With all four of us girls and Mom also vying for Dad's
seed in our tummies, very rarely indeed did Dad have left to
squirt down our throats; even though we all like that almost
as much.   ;-{
     Damn, is it sexy to see one of the girls, at ten, nine,
eight, or even younger, taking her father's cum-engorged and
semen-spitting prick deep inside her belly; milking her
father's dong for each precious drop and squirt of baby-
making seed his balls have manufactured over the previous
hour or two.  While not very likely that a kid that young
could actually have her own father's baby, it's incredibly
erotic to know that there really *is* a chance!  Yeah, every
month or so you hear about young girls eight or nine getting
pregnant, and nine or ten having babies (though usually not
by their own father).  Then there was that little girl in
Peru, I think, Lina Medina, who had a baby at only five,
after starting menstruating and having "full adult sexual
organs" at only three ... or something like that.  Of
course, none of the girls show any signs of such Precocious
Puberty as they call it ... yet anyway.  I daydream and
always hope, of course.  Such a delicious thought.
     Which pretty much brings us almost up to date.  Dad is
fucking all five of us women: Mom, me, and our three
daughters almost every day; and sometimes even more than
once apiece.  Where he gets the stamina, I don't know; but
I've heard theories about harems and "The Coolidge Effect"
where having sex with more than one woman gives a man more
energy to have sex.  Sounds circular in the argument; but it
seems to work.  I'm surely not complaining.
     Only:  About three months ago, Marie had her first
period.  Like Mom with me, I told our daughter about how her
body was getting ready to have babies ... and yes, just last
night, in the middle of her third period, I told our eldest
daughter how Dad's cum squirting in her belly might be
getting the kid pregnant with her own baby brother or sister
... right while we were talking about it, and Dad was
pumping hot sticky gobs of sperm-laden cum right into our
horny little girl's sucking and fertile young womb.
     GOD, was that a turn-on; knowing Dad was inseminating
our little girl, cumming in her, and possibly even knobbing
the kid with her own father's baby, right while telling the
youngster it might be happening.
     However, thinking about it afterwards made me wonder:
WHY hadn't Dad gotten *me* pregnant in all those years I was
going to grade-school and then high-school?  I was obviously
fertile enough; dad was virile enough; and most girls having
unprotected vaginal sexual intercourse usually get pregnant
within a year ... JUST like I did, when I went off to
college!  Something was suspicious!  Yeah, Mom really *was*
a pervert.
     When I braced her with the question, Mom actually
blushed, but she did answer honestly.  Mom had *really*
expected me to ask this question years earlier ... Like when
I first got pregnant with Marie.
     It seems that Mom was giving me birth-control pills all
this time!  Every day she'd hand me a vitamin-pill (Chewable
"kid's" vitamins when I was younger) "to help me grow up".
Only she'd also hand me a glass of juice, milk, or even
water with a BC pill ground up and dissolved in it to "wash
the vitamins down with."  Really.
     Only when I went off to college, I didn't *have* any
birth-control pills to take.  I even skipped the vitamins.
Oh, Mom *tried*; but I was already fertile and ovulating by
then; so the pills were too late getting into my system.
That's why, every year for four years I had another kid by
Dad ... but none since.  Besides, Mom thought that having
*four* kids by your own father was enough.  Still, she
handed *me* the box of pills, now that the cat was out of
the bag (so to speak).  It's now up to me, if Dad and I have
any more kids.  I haven't decided on that yet.  At
approaching thirty, maybe I am getting a bit old to have
more kids ... and maybe not, too.
     However, I'm NOT putting MY kids through what I went
through.  If any of the girls *asks* for birth-control,
condoms, or any other such, then she'll get them; taking her
down to the doctor to have the kid fitted for a diaphragm,
if necessary.  However, *I* am not going to be the one to
suggest to any one of my daughters that she cheat either Dad
or herself out of the extensive benefits of having fully
unprotected sex with her own father by doing so.  That would
be pressuring the kid to take birth-control; and I don't
think that's right.  Look how Mom cheated *me*!
     After all, isn't that the whole idea of a man having
full vaginal sexual intercourse with his own daughters as
early and often as possible?  Why *else* should we have Dad
fuck the girls, cum in them, and dump his sperm-laden seed
deep in their tight little vaginas, cute little tummies, and
sexy young wombs every day and even several times a day, if
not to get the kids pregnant with his babies early and often
like Voters in Chicago?  If Dad does happen to get one or
more of the kids pregnant with their own baby brothers or
sisters at twelve, ten, nine, or (delicious thought) only
eight years old like Lisa is right now, then isn't that the
whole idea?  My mother really was such a complete pervert;
putting me on the pill at ten so I missed all those chances
to have Dad's babies once I finally reached puberty.
     Don't you agree?
