
                            Mornings
                         An Erotic Story

     When I woke up this morning, the bed was cold.  My husband 
had gotten up sometime in the night, and hadn't returned.  Oh 
well, I was fairly sure I knew where to find him.  If my husband 
isn't in bed, or on the computer at 5:00 in the morning, it's a 
pretty sure bet, where he WILL be.
     I padded down the hall to the bathroom, being in a hurry to 
pee, then took my time on the way back, as the cessation of 
hydraulic pressure made my return to the bedroom a less urgent 
matter.  I hadn't heard the clatter of keys from the computer-
room, so I was fairly sure where Dan would be.  I was right.
     As I passed Cindy's room, I hear faint moans that 
strengthened my suspicions.  I peeked in, to be sure.  After all, 
I wanted to be sure that my husband was taking proper care of our 
daughter.  I needn't have worried.
     As I looked in, I couldn't really see Dan.  In fact, all you 
could see of my husband, was two big feet, and the ends of two 
hairy legs.  Well, not quite all.  Cindy was sitting on top of 
her father, facing the door.  Her budding young breasts, and 
light fuzz covering the top of her pubic-mound proclaimed to the 
world: This little 12-year-old girl has reached menarche, so make 
your plans accordingly.  Dan and I had, so I was glad to see he 
was doing his part.  For that matter, so was Cindy.
     The "other" part of Dan that you could see, was his cock.  
Or at least part of it, where it vanished into the bare little 
cunny lips just below the thickening thatch that proclaimed her 
blooming womanhood.  Well, at least you could see part of it.  As 
Cindy rose and fell, you could see the thick cylinder appear, 
then disappear into the little girl's tightly squeezing young 
belly.  Cindy was still too young to take ALL of her father's 
penis up inside her body, but she did her best to take all she 
could.  At over eight-inches long, sometimes even I have 
difficulty taking Dan all at once.
     At 12 years old, Cindy could barely get a little over half 
of her father's fat cock inside her.  Even when she pressed down 
as hard as she could, you could still see over two and a half 
inches of prime cock-meat still waiting to get into the little 
girl's body.  Still, I knew my husband was enjoying every inch 
that he DID have inside the little girl.
     Cindy was enjoying it too.  They must have been fucking for 
some time now, as Cindy's eyes were unfocused, and rolling 
wildly, as she rose and fell faster and faster on her father's 
big dong.  Her moans of sexual pleasure had deteriorated to where 
she was just babbling, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
     "Oh, Daddy," she groaned, "don't stop.   Please, Daddy?"
     I grinned to myself.  Dan stop?  No way, he was going to 
stop now.  Well, perhaps I overestimated my husband.
     As Cindy kept rising and falling, I noticed first a white-
line appear on her father's cock, then a white bubble appeared, 
running down to the base, in an obscene white streak.  A second 
dribble appeared, and ran down the base of my husband's cock.  I 
almost bit my fingers in excitement, as I watched my husband 
impregnate our little girl.


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     Thankfully, feeling her father's sperm squirting inside her, 
was enough to get Cindy off.  I watched my little girl's smooth 
little tummy go into spasms, as she jerked and thrashed on top of 
her father.  All the while, her little hips were working in wild 
gyrations, churning the sperm leaking from her hole into a white 
sticky froth.  I felt happy for Cindy, knowing her father loved 
the little girl enough to do it right.  Not many parents love 
their children enough to even let them fuck, let alone with their 
own parents, and especially not when the little girl is liable to 
get pregnant.
     We both feel that if Cindy wants to have her father's baby, 
the who are we to make her miss out on the opportunity?  I mean, 
there's only so many years that a girl is living at home, when 
she's both old enough to have babies, and yet young enough to 
raise them, before she moves out on her own.
     We figure that if our kids want to have kids of their own, 
before they move out, we love them enough to let them.  I mean, 
it's not as if we couldn't afford more kids.  It's just that I 
don't want to go through still another pregnancy.  If Cindy, or 
even Diane wants to help me out, by having their father's kids, 
(or even their big-brother's for that matter) then we'll both do 
our best to help them.  We both like babies.  Of course, it's 
even MORE fun for Dan, as he is the one who gets to plant the kid 
in his own daughter's tightly squeezing little tummy.
     Once I had made sure Dan was taking care of Cindy OK, I 
hurried down to the room Diane shared with her little sister.  
After the ruckus in Cindy's room, I figured that my other 
children would probably have heard, and gotten started 
themselves.  I was right again.
     Mark wasn't just "lying down on the job" like his father 
though.  The 16-year-old boy was between his little 10-year-old 
sister's legs, and pumping away like mad.  I've tried to tell the 
boy before to slow down.  I've told him that it's better, if it 
takes longer, but he never seems to listen.  My son's hips were 
almost a blur, as the older boy thrust in and out of his little 
sister, just as fast as he could.
     Thankfully, Diane likes it fast and hard, and is almost as 
horny as her big brother.  Well, maybe even hornier.  By the time 
Mark was gasping and grunting with approaching orgasm, Diane had 
already climaxed three times.
     Their little sister was watching closely, as she lay 
alongside her two incestuous siblings.
     I wondered how long it would be, before Diane would be old 
enough to get pregnant, like her older sister, and how long it 
would be before Marie decided to join in, as well.  Not very 
long, I thought, as I watched the little 7-year-old finger her 
tight little cunny, while she watched her older sister get so 
nicely serviced by their big brother.
     I found out the answers to BOTH questions, much faster than 
I had expected to.  After Diane had reached her third orgasm, I 
saw my son start to shake on top of his little sister, and I 
figured the boy would soon be squirting his incestuous sperm 
inside the little 10-year-old.  I was wrong.




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     Mark suddenly gasped, "Quick!" and Marie hurriedly spread 
her legs, just like her big sister had.  I watched in amazement, 
as my son yanked his suddenly spurting cock out of Diane, and 
sheathed it in Marie's tiny little snatch, before he wasted more 
than two or three drops of precious seed.
     It obviously wasn't the first time, for the little 
7-year-old girl, as she managed to take almost all of her big 
brother's throbbing penis up inside her tiny little slit, without 
even wincing.  I watched my son jerk and shake on top of the 
little girl for almost two minutes, before his mighty 
ejaculations slowed down to just squirts and dribbles of baby-
making cum in his little sister's tight little twat.  Once Mark 
finally relaxed, I spoke up.
     "How long has THIS been going on?" I asked.
     My son was too exhausted to reply, but Diane had recovered 
enough to answer.  "About 2 months.  Ever since I first got my 
period," she said.
     It seems that once Diane got her period, Mark had been 
afraid he might knock the little girl up.  So, on the spur of the 
moment, Diane had suggested that he squirt his sperm in Marie 
instead.  That way, he wouldn't become a father, if he didn't 
want to.  Diane said that her little sister's eyes had gotten 
real big at the suggestion, but she hadn't objected.  So, the 
next time he was about to cum in her, her older brother had 
pulled out, and stuck his squirting prick up in their little 
sister.  Marie had only let out a squeak, when she first felt 
Mark's sperm-slickened cock slide up inside her, but she never 
complained.
     At this, Marie interjected, "It's OK Momma.  I don't mind.  
I like Mark, and if I can make him happy by letting him squirt 
his sperm in me, instead of Diane, then it sure doesn't bother 
me, if it doesn't bother her."
     "How about it Diane?" I asked.  "DO you mind?"
     "A little, Momma," she replied.  "I don't want to force Mark 
to be a father though, if he doesn't want to."
     I glared at my son.  Cheating his little sister like this.  
I thought I had raised my kids better than that, and I was about 
to tell him so.
     Mark saw my look and blushed.  "I was just worried about the 
baby," he said.  "I can't afford to have kids yet, and neither 
can Diane."
     "Oh," I said, "if that's it. . . Come here, Diane.  You too, 
Marie."
     The two little girls slid over closer to me.  I looked down 
at the tiny little hole that was oozing her brother's fresh seed.  
"Here, Marie," I said, reaching between her legs, and scooping up 
a big glob of sticky white sperm with my finger.  I took the big 
white blob, and while everyone watched, I held Diane's cunny-lips 
open with one hand, while I slipped a generous helping of her 
brother's sperm up inside her with the other.    I then let the 
little girl's cunny close around my finger, neatly wiping off 
every drop  of her brother's rich creamy seed.





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     "There!"  I said.  "Now you can have Mark's baby, and Mark 
won't have to worry about raising it.  Neither will you.  Your 
father and I both wouldn't mind having another child around the 
house, and if you two don't mind giving us one, we'll be very 
happy to either adopt it, or just hold it until you're both old 
enough to take care of it yourself.  How's that sound?"
     "You mean it Momma?" asked Diane.  "Mark and I can have as 
many babies as we want, and you'll help us raise them?"
     "Well," I replied.  "I didn't really say, 'as many as you 
wanted,' but I suppose so.  That is, if you both promise to help 
take care of them, I guess your father and I can afford as many 
babies as you two want to make."
     "Gee, thanks Momma!" said Diane, giving me a big slobbery 
kiss.  I gave her one right back, and soon all three of us were 
kissing madly.  I had forgotten about the other member of the 
family watching.
     "But what about me?" asked Marie, mournfully.  I guess, 
going from being a loved and needed part of her brother and 
sister's sex-play, to almost a fifth wheel, as it was, was quite 
a letdown.  Both of the older kids looked at the little girl with 
some sympathy.  "I guess, I can fuck you once in a while, 
sprout," said Mark.  "That is, if Diane doesn't mind."
     "I don't mind at all," replied Diane.  "Just make sure you 
save plenty for me, big boy!"
     Everyone giggled at this.
     "But what if I want to have a baby too?"
     Oh shit.  It took me over half an hour, to explain to the 
little girl how babies were made, and why she would probably have 
to wait for several years, before her body was old enough to 
support a child.  Still, Marie seemed to be happy with my 
explanation.
     "Then, when I get older, can I have a baby too?" she asked.
     "I suppose," I grinned down at the little 7-year-old.  "Who 
do you want to make it with," I asked, "Daddy, or Mark?"
     I guess the little girl hadn't realized she would have a 
choice.  "You mean, I can do it with Daddy?" she asked.  The 
moment I answered with a nod, the little kid immediately headed 
down the hall, to where she knew her father and older sister were 
recuperating.  I guess that in a way, that was an answer.  I knew 
the little kid was eager, but I hadn't expected her to be THIS 
eager.
     No way, is that little kid going to get her father's big 
cock in that tiny little hole.  I mean, she'd barely been able to 
take her brother's cock inside her.  Still, it's going to be fun 
watching the little girl try.












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