                           Mommy Juice
                         An Erotic Story

     "Mom?"
     "Hnnnh?"
     "Are you going to have a baby?"
     "Huh?  <Hak!>  <Splut!>  WHAT?!"
     "I said, `Are you going to have a baby?'"
     "Yeah, Mom, we want to know."
     "NO! I am NOT!  What brought THIS on, anyway.  I didn't 
think I looked THAT fat."
     "You're not fat at all, Mom."
     "Then what brought THIS up?"
     "Well . . . Uh."
     "You see . . ."
     "C'mon now, spit it out.  When a woman's daughters start 
asking questions like that, she wants to know what's going on."
     "Well . . . Uh . . . we were just over at Cindy's house, and 
she's got a new baby sister."
     "Yeah, and we wanted one too."
     "No way!  After I had you, Julie, I told your father that 
was it.  No more.  It's too much pain."
     "Aw, PLEASE Mom?"
     "Yeah . . . Ginny's SO cute!"
     "Besides, I thought you LIKED babies, Mom.  You practically 
slobber every time Aunt Joan is over with little Mikey."
     "Yeah.  Please Mom.  I want to have a little sister like 
Cindy does."
     "We'll both help you take care of it . . . it won't be a 
bother . . . really."
     "Please Mom.  Please, please, please?"
     "No!  If you kids want to have babies, then YOU have them.  
I'm not going to."
     "Huh?"
     "I thought only mommies could have babies."
     "Well, you're both getting old enough to almost be mommies 
yourselves.  All you need, is the right man."
     "Really Mom?"
     "Really?"
     "Oh God.  Open mouth, insert foot.  Yeah, really."
     "But how do we do it?"
     "YOU don't."
     "But you said . . ."
     "But MOM!"
     "I said YOU don't.  A man does.  He squirts the stuff that 
makes little girls into mommies in you, and then after a while 
you have a baby.  Surely you both learned all this in `Sex 
Education' Class?"
     "Uh . . ."
     "Well . . ."
     "Well, didn't they?"
     "The talked about diseases and massy . . . master . . . 
mister . . ."
     "Masturbating?"
     "Yeah, that . . . and other weird stuff.  It was boring."


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     "So how did you two kids pass, anyway?"
     "Well, you couldn't really flunk it."
     "Yeah!  Some kids didn't even take it, because of their 
parents or something."
     "Uhuh.  They gave us a test at the end; but them Mr. 
Fergusson never even graded it.  He said just the fact that we 
attended was something."
     "Oh God.  That's just Hygiene, not Sex-Education!  For THIS 
we passed the new school levy?"
     "Huh?"
     "Never mind.  You mean you girls REALLY don't know where 
babies come from?"
     "Well . . ."
     "Leanne says that a boy puts his `thing' in a girl's hole, 
and then later she has a baby."
     "Is that what you meant about a man, Mom?"
     "Well . . . close.  I suppose it's time you kids learned 
something about this.  "A man DOES put his `thing' as you call it 
(only it's called a penis, not a `thing') into a girl's `hole' 
(only it's called your vagina) and squirts a thick white liquid 
called sperm inside her to make her a mommy.  Now do you 
understand?"
     "Oh.  How do I get a boy to squirt the stuff that makes 
mommies in me?"
     "Yeah, Momma.  You said WE could have a brother or sister, 
if we wanted to."
     "I did NOT!"
     "Yes you did Mom!  I heard you.  You said if WE want to have 
babies, then WE should have them.  In fact, you said we were old 
enough right now."
     "Uhuh."
     "I did?  Well, maybe I did.  Well, I didn't mean it that 
way.  Besides, even if either of you DID get pregnant, it 
wouldn't be the same anyway."
     "Huh?"
     "I mean, it would be YOUR child, not mine or even your 
father's.  So it wouldn't really be your brother or sister.  In 
order for that to happen, you'd have to do something like have 
your father knock you up; so forget it."
     "Huh?  Knock me down?"
     "She said up, Dummy, not down.  Whatever that means."
     I mean you'd have to get your father to squirt the stuff 
that makes mommies in you, so forget it.  We'll discuss this 
properly some other time."
     "But Mom!"
     "Mom, you said we could talk to you about things like this 
anytime."
     "It's not fair."
     <Sigh.>
     "Mom?"
     "I suppose.  OK.  We'll have this out now.  What do you want 
to know?"
     "Like I said, we want to know how we can have another 
brother or sister."
     "Uhuh."


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     "Well, I already TOLD both of you that I'm NOT going to have 
any more kids.  It hurts too much, and I'm not going to go 
through nine months of pregnancy again, either.  So that's out."
     "But Mom . . ."
     "Mom!"
     "Now what?!"
     "You said there was a way WE could do it."
     "I did not."
     "Did too, did too, did too!"
     "I SAID, you could have kids of your own.  I did NOT say you 
could have your own brothers or sister.  You can't.  Why to do 
that, you'd have to . . . oh shit."
     "We'd have to what, Mom?"
     "Mom?"
     "Mom!"
     "You'd have to fuck your own father, and that's not going to 
happen.  OK?"
     "Fuck?"
     "Put his penis inside you, and squirt his sperm in you, so 
you could have a baby."
     "Sperm?"
     "That white stuff, Dummy.  The stuff Mom told us about that 
goes in a girl's . . . virginia, and makes her a mommy."
     "That's `vagina' Marie."
     "See.  You're not so smart yourself, Dumbbell."
     "That's enough squabbling girls."
     "Yes, Mom."
     "So how come Dad can't squirt this mommy-making juice in us 
then?"
     "Doesn't Dad love us?"
     "Kids!  It isn't that at all."
     "Then what IS it?"
     "Well, in the first place, Dads just aren't supposed to make 
mommies of their own little girls."
     <Hmmmph!>
     <Snicker.>
     "OK . . . so nobody in our family really believes in what 
other people think we `should do'.  Maybe it was a mistake to 
teach you kids that."
     "Mom!"
     "OK.  I wasn't suggesting you kids kowtow to all the stupid 
things that other people think is `right' or `wrong' or the 
`thing to do'.  I'm merely saying that I don't think it's a good 
idea."
     "Mom, you always told US, that when we made a statement like 
that, we had to either support it, or leave it."
     <Sigh.>  "I suppose so.  Girls, having a baby is NOT fun."
     "Hey, I heard that girls have LOTS of fun `doing it'.  
Almost as much as boys do."
     "Even more sometimes."
     "So why are you telling us it isn't?  Were you lying just 
now?"
     ><Silence.><
     "Sorry, Mom.  I apologize.  But what DID you mean then?"
     "Yeah Mom, what did you mean?"


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     "MAKING a baby IS fun.  Having one, is not."
     "Huh?  But Cindy has LOTS of fun with her little brother."
     "I think she means diapers and getting up in the middle of 
the night, and stinky stuff like that, Dork."
     "I am NOT a dork.  Mom!  Tell Marie I'm not a dork!  Mom!  
Tell Marie that wasn't what you meant."
     "OK.  So you're not a dork.  Then stop acting like one.  I 
don't mind changing diapers anyway . . . even stinky ones.  And I 
think it's WORTH getting up in the night to feed the baby, just 
to have a little brother or sister around.  Just think of when he 
gets older."
     "Yeah!"
     "Can it girls.  Marie, your sister is NOT a `dork'.  In 
fact, she's right.  You're BOTH right, in fact."
     "Huh?"
     "HUH?"
     "Both your father and I do like babies, and yes, having a 
child around the house is WELL worth the effort of feeding 
clothing, and even diapering them.  It's pregnancy and birth 
that's the problem."
     "Pregnancy?"
     "Birth?"
     "Think about it girls.  Remember how big Mikey was when he 
was born?"
     "Uhuh . . . I think."
     "Well, before he was born, Aunt Joan was carrying him in her 
tummy."
     "Oh."
     "Omigosh!  You mean THAT'S why she was so . . . so . . ."
     ". . . so fat?"
     "Yeah."
     "Uhuh.  Only your Aunt Joan WASN'T fat; she was just 
pregnant.  For nine months, Mikey was growing inside her tummy, 
until he got big enough to come out.  That's what being born is, 
and it hurts.  Being pregnant isn't a barrel of laughs either.  
With a baby inside you, sometimes you get sick.  Towards the end 
you get big and heavy, and it's hard to get around.  You have 
trouble sleeping when the baby kicks and squirms inside you, and 
you're always tired."
     "Oh."
     <Silence.>
     <Silence.>
     "Mom?"
     "Yes Hon?"
     "It isn't being pregnant that bothers you . . . I can tell.  
What is it?"
     <Sigh.>  "No, you're right.  If it was JUST pregnancy, I 
probably would have had four or even five or six kids by your 
father.  For sure HE would have been happy if I had."
     "So why didn't you?  If Dad wanted them, and you like them, 
why not."
     "Birth."
     "Birth?  Like in `Birthday?'"
     "Uhuh.  When a baby is born, it HURTS."
     "Oh c'mon Mom!  It can't hurt THAT much.  I mean people have 


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babies all the time, and I don't hear anyone screaming all the 
time."
     "You aren't down at the hospital when they have them either, 
are you?"
     "What's THAT got to do with it.  Mom?  You said WE weren't 
to make flat statements like that, without backing them up."
     <Sigh.>  "So I did.  So I did.  Look at it this way girls:  
How would you like to have to shit a croquet-ball?"
     <Silence.>
     "Oh c'mon Mom, it can't be THAT bad."
     "No, it's worse.  Think of it.  When your father squirts his 
`mommy-juice' in you, it goes up your vagina, and into your tummy 
to make a baby.  Now how big is your vagina?"
     "I dunno, big enough, I guess."
     "Big enough . . . right.  Have you girls ever seen your 
father's prick when it was hard?"
     "Hard?"
     "I have Mom!  It was . . . I dunno, about as long as my 
hand, and about as big around as my arm."
     "Well, not quite THAT big, Honey.  Your father's prick is 
about average size, about 6 inches long, and a little over an 
inch and 1/4 thick.  Let me see your hand . . . well, maybe 
you're right.  Your hand and arm ARE pretty small.  Anyway, the 
question is, how would you like something THAT big shoved up your 
asshole?"
     "Ooouuuch!"
     "Ow.  Makes me wince to think about it.  Why Mom?"
     "Just wait; I'll get there.  Now, how would you like that 
thing going up your `hole' as you call it.  Your `crack' or 
vagina?"
     "You're kidding, right?  I remember once taking a shit that 
wasn't near as big as Dad's `thing', and it hurt like heck."
     "Me too."
     "And my hole is even smaller than that.  No way.  It 
wouldn't go in."
     "Well, that's the point.  It WOULD go in.  In the first 
place, it would HAVE to, if you were going to have your father's 
baby.  IN the second, women's cunts (that's another word for 
vaginas Dear) stretch.  Even yours Julie, will easily stretch to 
accept a bigger prick than your father's.  It HAS to, if the man 
is going to squirt his sperm inside you and get you pregnant."
     "So what's the point, Mom?"
     "Well, think of this:  While it might be a little painful 
the first time or two you get fucked, your vagina gets used to 
that, and after a while it even starts to feel good."
     "Like Leanne said it does?"
     "Uhuh, or even better.  As I said earlier, it's FUN making a 
baby."
     "If that's the case, then where's the trouble?"
     "Marie, Julie, I want you to THINK.  Daddy squirts his 
`mommy-juice' juice inside you, so you become a mommy.  Where 
does it go?"
     "In my tummy?"
     "Close enough.  So, if you're a `Big Girl', a baby starts to 
grow in your tummy, and after a few months you get fat, like Aunt 


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Joan did.  Got that much?"
     <Silence.>
     "So now for the BIG question . . . You've got a baby in your 
tummy . . . How does it get out?  Remember how big Mikey's head 
was."
     "You don't mean . . ."
     "I shit him out?"
     "No, idiot . . . oops, sorry.  No, the baby comes out the 
same way it went in.  Stretching you all the way.  If you think 
your cunny is too tight to take your father's prick, then think 
of what it will be like to feel a baby's head at almost four 
inches across forcing it's way out of you.  And like a big hard 
turd, it WILL come.  You have no choice.  NOW do you see what I 
meant about `shitting a croquet-ball'?"
     "Ooooh."
     "Yeah.  Ouch."
     <Silence.>
     "So let's not hear any more about this, OK?"
     "Uh, Mom?"
     <Sigh.>  "What Julie?"
     "It only hurts for a while, doesn't it?  I mean, like when I 
take that shit, I get over it, don't I?"
     "Well, yes but . . . It hurts a LOT more than that."
     "People do it all the time, don't they?"
     "Well, yes but . . ."
     "And they aren't sorry they have kids, are they?"
     "Well . . ."
     "YOU aren't sorry you had US, are you?"
     "Of COURSE not, Honey.  You're worth every bit of the pain."
     "That's what I thought.  When can I do it?"
     "Huh?"
     "When can I have Dad teach me how to be a mommy, by 
squirting that stuff that makes girls into mommies in me?"
     "Hey!  That's not fair!  I want Dad to squirt `mommy-juice' 
in me too!"
     "What?!  After all that discussion about how painful it is, 
you STILL want to get pregnant?"
     "I TOLD you over half an hour ago, that I wanted another 
brother or sister."
     "Me too!  I want to be a mommy to my little sister too!"
     "Oh shit."
      - - - - - - - - - - - -
     "They want me to WHAT?"
     "Squirt the stuff that makes babies in them, so they can 
feel what it's like to be mommies."
     "You're kidding, right?"
     "Please Dad?  I want to feel you squirting the stuff that 
makes girls into mommies in my tummy, so I can have a little 
sister or brother like Cindy has."
     "Hey Twerp!  I'm supposed to go first!  I'm the oldest.  If 
Dad is going to squirt `mommy-juice' in anybody, it's going to be 
ME!"
     "Hey, that's not fair!  You're always hogging Dad, because 
you're older.  I want Dad to make ME a mommy too!"
     "So?  Wait your turn, Brat!  If Dad squirts `mommy-juice' in 


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anybody's tummy, it's going to be mine, so there!"
     "Stop it you two!  See what I mean, Hon?"
     "I don't believe it.  You two kids REALLY want me to knock 
you up?"
     "Huh?"
     "Get us pregnant, Dope.  Remember what Mom said earlier?"
     "Please?"
     "Please Daddy?"
     "YOU talked them into this, didn't you?  I should have 
known."
     "ME?!  I talked THEM into this?  Ha!"
     "Momma wouldn't let us."
     "We kept bugging her and bugging her, until she told us to 
ask YOU."
     "I want you to make a little sister in my tummy."
     "And I want a little brother."
     "Girls!"
     "Sorry Mom, but that's what I want.  I'd like a little 
brother too, it's just that I'd PREFER a little sister by Dad.  
Please Daddy?"
     "Julie, you always do that, don't you?"
     "Do what, Punk?"
     "Call `Dad' `Daddy' when you're trying to get something out 
of him."
     "So?  YOU roll those eyeballs he thinks are so `cute' and 
snuggle up to him.  Don't tell me I don't see you doing it, 
either."
     "Pththppt!"
     "Marie, don't stick out your tongue at your little sister, 
it's unladylike."
     "Sorry Mom, but the little brat gets on my nerves 
sometimes."
     "And don't call your little sister a brat, either.  She only 
wants the same thing as you do."
     "Yes Mom."  <Sigh.>
     "I don't believe this!  You both really WANT me to . . . to 
squirt the stuff that makes babies in you, so you can have a baby 
by your own father?"
     "Please, Daddy . . . . Please, please, please, please?"
     "Uhuh.  Please, Dad?  I rally DO want it.  So does Julie."
     "I can tell."
     "Will you Dad.  Will you, will you, will you?  I want to 
feel you squirting the `mommy-juice' in my tummy, so I can have a 
baby."
     "Mommy-Juice?"
     <Giggle.>  "Sorry Dear, that's my mistake.  I told the girls 
that usually little girls didn't get pregnant the first time, and 
that a man usually needed to squirt a LOT of the juice that makes 
babies in her tummy, before she gets ready to have a baby.  They 
misunderstood, and thought that I meant your sperm made them 
develop into mommies, and they needed lots of it squirted inside 
them before they became "big girls" who could be mommies too.  
Thus, `mommy-juice' or juice that makes little girls into 
mommies.  I thought it was cute.  Besides, it's not COMPLETELY 
inaccurate, now is it?"


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     "I guess not.  So Julie . . . You rally DO want Daddy to 
squirt his `mommy-juice' in you, so you can have a baby?"
     "Please Daddy?"
     "I guess.  Since you're already undressed, get up on the 
bed, and pull up your nightie, and we'll get started making you a 
mommy, OK?"
     "Really Daddy?!"
     "Hey!  I thought *I* was supposed to go first!"
     "Normally you would have . . . but this is what you get for 
sticking out your tongue at your little sister, and calling her a 
brat.  Maybe next time you'll be a little more polite."
     "But it's not FAIR.  I wanted to have a baby brother since 
almost before she was born, and now SHE gets to go first?!"
     "If you keep on pouting Marie, your father might not even 
get to you today."
     <Hmmpphh!>  "I STILL think it's unfair."
     "Pouting!"
     "Yes Mom."
     "Oh Daddy . . . What are you . . . Oh . . . That feels 
good."
     "Oh . . . Are you SURE you want this, Julie?  Once I start, 
and your virginity is gone, I can't put it back."
     "Virginity Daddy?"  <Puff, pant.>  "Oooh, that feels good."
     "Don't worry about it Mark.  I TOLD her it would hurt the 
first time.  We'll explain later."
     "Explain what, Dad?  Oh.  Ohmigosh!  OW!!  Hey, that hurt!  
Geesh!  Oh.  Oh.  Ohmigosh!  Oh, It's going in!"
     "Ohmigawd.  It IS, isn't it?"
     "Marie, don't block my view.  I want to see it too."
     "Yes Mom."
     Oh God, I can't help it . . . She's just too tight Marsh; it 
feels too good.  I'm gonna . . . Oh.  OOOoooooohhhhh, shit.  God 
that feels good."
     "What's happening Mom?  What's he doing?"
     "Oh Daddy,  Oh.  Don't push so hard!  Ow!  Oh.  What's 
happening?"
     "Daddy's squirting his `mommy-juice' in you.  Little girls 
like you need LOTS of their father's mommy-juice in their 
tummies, so they can be big girls, and learn how to be mommies 
too.  Would you like that sweetheart?  From now on, I'll make 
sure your father squirts LOTS of mommy-juice in your tummy, OK?"
     "OK Mom, if you say so.  God it's awful messy down there."
     "Mommy-juice is like that.  Now you move over on the bed, 
and let your father's `mommy-juice' soak in, so you have a better 
chance to `catch' while I get my husband to take care of your big 
sister."
     "Huh?  After `blowing a wad' like THAT, you expect me 
to . . . Marsha!  You aren't listening to me.  What do you think 
you're doing?!"
     <Slurp.>  <*Smack.*>  "Getting you ready; what do you think?  
Marie isn't in a condition to wait all day, you know.  
Marie . . . tell your father what you want him to do, while I 
work on him `down here.'  THAT ought to get him up!"
     "Uh . . . Please Daddy?  I want you to teach me how to make 
a baby, like you did Julie . . . Please Dad?  Mom says when a 


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baby gets big, you can feel it moving around inside you, and I 
want to feel what it's like to have my own little brother 
squirming inside my tummy.  Please Dad?  It isn't fair if Julie 
gets to feel you making a baby in her, when I don't.  Mom says 
you could have been squirting mommy-juice in my tummy for years 
now.  If you had, maybe I could have been a mommy two or three 
times already.  It's not fair that Julie gets to go first.  
Please Dad?  I want a baby too!"
     <Mmmpthpt!>  "Hey!  Ease up Marie!  If you keep that up, 
your father's going to be squirting THIS load of `mommy-juice" 
down my throat, instead of up your tummy, like it belongs!  Now 
quick!  Get around here, before your father loses it again!"
     "OK, Mom . . . Daddy I . . . Oooooh.  Oh, that feels good.  
Put some more in Dad, please?  Oooh.  Thanks Dad."
     "Oh shit, that feels good.  Omigosh, here it . . . Oh.  Oh 
God, that feels good.  Now slide down a little Hon, so Dad can 
slide it in and out."
     "What are they doing Mom?"
     "They're fucking, Honey.  Sliding in and out like that makes 
your father and sister feel real good.  In a minute or two, your 
father is going to squirt his sperm inside your big sister, just 
like he did in you.  OK?"
     "OK Mom . . . I guess.  How come Dad didn't do that with me, 
and how come it didn't hurt Marie, like it did me?"
     "Well, as to the first, it's probably because being smaller, 
tighter, and being first, you were too sexy for your own good; so 
your father got too excited to NEED to fuck you like this.  He 
couldn't help cummming in you.  Sometimes you see, being first 
isn't necessarily being best."
     "Oh."
     "Second, your big sister is bigger inside, older, more 
developed, and quite possibly had already lost her hymen for one 
reason or another."
     "Oh.  What's a hymen?"
     "That's s little piece of skin inside your vagina.  Dad had 
to break it to get all the way up inside you.  This only happens 
the first time.  Remember how I said it would hurt?"
     "You didn't tell me it would hurt like THAT.  You said it 
was like taking a shit.  Still, it wasn't all THAT bad.  You said 
he tore it.  Does that mean I'm bleeding inside?"
     "Probably . . . in fact, almost certainly.  I see a tinge of 
red on your father's penis right now.  It's nothing to worry 
about . . . we'll take care of it later . . . after you let it 
soak in for  a while."
     "OK Mom, if you say so."
     "Now hush.  I think your father's about to squirt his 
`mommy-juice' inside your big sister."
     <Squeak.>  <Squeak.>  <Squeak.>
     "Oh Marie!  Daddy loves you so."
     <Squeak.> <Squeak.> <Squeak.>
     "'love you too, Dad."
     <Squeak.><Squeak.><Squeak.>
     "Oh! . . . Oh God, I'm gonna . . ."
     <Squeak, squeak, squeak.>
     "Oh Daddy!"


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     <Squeak-squeak-squeak.>
     "OOOoooouuugghhhh!  Oh God."
     "Oh Daddy."
     "Oh."
     "Oh Daddy!!!  Don't stop!"
     "I . . . I can't help it, Hon . . . I'm beat!   Ooohh 
Sheeit!"
     "Daddeeeee!"
     "Oh get out of the way! . . . Stupid incompetent males!  
Here Honey, let me help."
     "But Mom!  That's NASTY!  That's where I PEE out of.  I mean 
Daddy just . . ."
     <Sluuurp!>  <Lap, lap.>
     "Oh Momma.  Oh Mom.  Oh."
     <Slobbbber.>
     "OH!  Oh MommmmeeeeEEEEEEKKK!  Ah.  Ah!  AAAuughh!  Oh!  
Oh . . . oh.  Thanks Mom, I needed that."
     "I could tell."
     "Wow!  That was awesome!  Mom?"
     <Puff.>  "Yes, Hon?"
     "When can Dad fuck ME like that?"
     "Oh shit . . . I'm dead."
     "Sorry Dear, but your father is pretty much `used up', for 
right now.  Even when he DOES recover, it'll be my turn.  So why 
don't you kids go get washed-up, and ready for bed.  Try not to 
wash ALL of the cum out of your holes, but try not to make a mess 
of the bed, either.  OK?"
     "OK, Mom."
     <Clatter . . . SLAM! . . . Click.>
     "Uh, Dan? . . . ."
     "Yuh?"
     "I have a confession to make."
     "What's that?"
     "I DID set the girls up on this.  They don't know it, but I 
sent them over to visit the baby next-door, just to get them 
thinking about having a little brother of their own."
     "I FIGURED it was something like this."
     "Hush.  They say confession is good for the soul, and I need 
to get this one off mine."
     "It's YOUR conscience."
     "Uhuh.  Anyway, after I tricked Marie into asking me if I 
was going to have a baby, I steered the subject into where they 
were telling me how they wanted a baby-sister or baby-brother."
     "You already knew that."
     "Uhuh.  But THEN I got REALLY sneaky.  I slowly led them 
from the idea of ME having a baby, to THEM having a baby, and 
from there to their having YOUR baby, so it would be their own 
brother or sister . . . neat, huh?"
     "Well, if you think *I* am going to object . . ."
     <Snicker.>
     "Anyway, that cute scene about having you pump `mommy-juice' 
in their tummies so they could get to be big-girls and be mommies 
themselves, was kind of a bonus.  I think it's real cute, don't 
you?"
     <Groan.>


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     "Yep, I think you do.  Just think . . . If you keep on 
squirting `mommy-juice' in those little girls' cute little 
tummies, you might just be able to father three, four, or even 
five kids on each of our daughters before they get out of high-
school."
     "You don't REALLY expect me to get them pregnant that many 
times do you?  I mean, Julie's only . . . ."
     "Old enough to bleed, is old enough to breed.  Besides, that 
just gives you that many MORE chances to get her pregnant before 
she even gets out of grade-school, let alone high-school."
     "Ooooh!  You really DO expect me to get them pregnant.  And 
here I thought I was the `dirty old man'!"
     "Well . . . actually I just expect you to TRY.  As long as 
you make sure they both get lots of your `mommy-juice' in their 
tummies, then when or if they get pregnant will take care of 
itself.  We only have to wait.  So we'll just worry about that 
little thing, when their panties start to get tight, OK?"
     "OK, I guess."
     "Good.  Now I want a little of this myself; so remember:  I 
promised the girls that from now on you'd see to it that they 
both got lots of the white stuff that makes mommies out of little 
girls in their tummies from now on.  So I don't want you to 
neglect either one of them."
     <Groan.>
     "Ooohhh, good!  I thought that would get you."
































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