                       On "being molested"
                         An Erotic Story

     There's been a lot of talk these days about child-abuse and 
molestation.  Well, some people out there would say that my 
parents "molested" both me and my sisters.  And yes, quite a few 
people these days would even call what they did child-abuse.  
Only we never thought of it like that.  I mean, how can anyone 
claim I was "abused," if I not only liked it, wanted it, and even 
asked for it?  (ASKED?  Hell, I practically BEGGED for it.)  And 
no, I wasn't ignorant either.  My sisters and I ALL knew just 
what was happening each time, and were fully aware of the 
consequences.  I know some of you think that a 6-year-old girl 
can't possibly know enough about sex and the implications to make 
a "rational" decision, but at each step of the way Mother made 
sure we knew just what was happening, and what we were getting 
into.  If that isn't "informed consent," then what is?
     Of course, I'll admit that neither of my sisters nor I would 
probably have raised any objections to what our parents wanted to 
do, even if we HADN'T wanted to do it ourselves.  I mean, how 
many kids do YOU know who would object to anything their parents 
told them to do, even if it hurt?  At least, as long as it didn't 
hurt them permanently, or too much, or something.  And what if 
the kids LIKED what their parents wanted?  Say like eating ice-
cream?  Can you imagine a kid refusing to follow his or her 
parents' request to eat candy?  This was something like that.
     How can you call it abuse when, once we knew what it was 
like, WE were the ones begging and pleading for it?  Now if you 
had made me STOP, once I knew what was going on, THAT I would 
consider abuse!  It felt way too good to stop.
     Of course, you know I'm talking about sex.  When my sisters 
and I got to be 6 years old, Mother had Dad teach each of us 
about sex.  Uhuh.  Yes, by Dad actually having sex with each of 
us.  Mother said that, "The only way to REALLY know what sex is 
all about, and what it's like, is to do it."  So Mother had Dad 
have sex with each of us, from the time we were 6, until we each 
reached puberty.  Yes, our father had full vaginal intercourse 
with each of his daughters, where the man puts his penis right up 
inside the little girl's vagina, and ejaculates his sperm inside 
her; just like he was trying to get her pregnant with his baby.  
And once we DID get old enough to have babies, instead of making 
our father stop, Mother had him get each of us pregnant at least 
once, "So we could feel what it was like to have a baby."  Yeah, 
just like it sounds.
     All I really remember of the first time Dad fucked me, was 
my father coming into our bedroom after the birthday party was 
over; climbing on the bed between me and Carol; and getting on 
top of me.  I knew what was going to happen from watching Dad 
fuck both my big sisters, and when he got Carol pregnant about 
three months earlier.  So it wasn't any big shock to me to feel 
my father getting between MY legs, just like I had seen him get 
between my sisters' legs so many times before.  What DID surprise 
me, was just how BIG my father was.  (No, not "down there", 
Dummy, I mean PHYSICALLY big.  Dad must have weighed 300 pounds, 
and I weighed only a little over 50.)


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     So the bed really SAGGED when Dad got on it; and his body 
almost covered mine like a blanket.  I was only a little over 
half as tall as Dad back then, and until he got on top of me, 
while I had always looked up to him, I just hadn't realizes just 
how HUGE my father was.  Of course, my sisters did, but always 
before I had just watched THEM getting fucked, and never realized 
just how much of a man my father really was.  Dad had to be 
really careful when fucking us, so he didn't accidentally hurt 
us, or just squash us by accident.
     What?  Dad's prick?  No, it wasn't THAT big; barely 6 inches 
or so long, and not unusually fat either, I understand.  
Perfectly normal male penis.  Of course to ME, it looked 
incredibly huge, just like the rest of my father's body.  If I 
hadn't already seen Dad put it inside both of my sisters (who 
seemed to like it) I never would have believed he would fit it 
inside me.  But they seemed to stretch, so I figured I would too.  
It never seemed to hurt THEM, so I figured (or at least hoped 
anyway) that it wouldn't hurt me, either.  Well, not much anyway.  
Mother HAD explained about my virginity, and how Dad was going to 
have to "take" it; so it might hurt the first time.
     Huh?  Of course not!  What kind of monsters do you think my 
parents were, anyway?  If I had objected, Dad would have stopped 
immediately, and if he hadn't wanted to, Mother would have made 
him.  Dad is NOT a rapist!  (Only why SHOULD I have objected?)  I 
knew that my mother wanted me to learn about sex, just like my 
sisters had learned, when they were my age.  I also knew that Dad 
had enjoyed teaching my sisters, and I wanted to make him feel 
good; just like they did.  And most important, I knew both of my 
big sisters enjoyed feeling Dad's penis squirting thick sticky 
cum inside their cunnies almost as much as my father liked 
feeling their tight little slits squeezing the sperm out of his 
prick.  This was more like me feeling that I was FINALLY going to 
be "allowed" to join in the fun, than anyone pressuring me into 
"letting" Dad fuck me.
     Did it hurt?  I suppose a little.  I only remember it 
vaguely.  I DO remember Dad seeming to be awful huge on top of 
me, and a slight achy feeling in my tummy when he first slid his 
prick inside me.  Yes, slid . . . Mother probably put enough KY 
on the two of us to lubricate a battleship.  Mother did NOT want 
her little girl getting hurt because Dad had to force his prick 
into a dry vagina on the first time.  The next thing I remember, 
is locking my heels around Dad's legs; as I came to the first 
orgasm of my life with my own father's prick buried to the hilt 
in my belly; squirting thick white cum inside my body . . . .
     Only both of my sisters AND Mother insist it wasn't really 
that way at all.  They all tell me that the first time I didn't 
really enjoy it; while Dad could barely manage to get half his 
penis inside me, and almost wasn't able to get off at all; as my 
discomfort at the first time of being fucked made his prick wilt 
until he almost couldn't cum inside me.  Thankfully, my father 
was a better lover than that, and DID manage to cum inside me 
then, so I wouldn't feel cheated.  They say it wasn't until about 
my third time with Dad, that I really enjoyed it, and it was over 
6 months, before I actually came for the first time with my own 
father pumping his thick white baby-juice up inside my womb.


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     Whatever.  _I_ remember cumming with Dad that first time, 
whether they do or not.  I much prefer MY memory to theirs.  
Besides, I know I would have enjoyed having my father ejaculate 
his sperm inside me, whether it felt good to me or not.  I love 
my father.
     After that first time, Dad just added me to the schedule, 
and usually fucked me about two or three times a week; just like 
he did my two older sisters.  Over the next five years, I not 
only felt dad fuck me; but I watched my father fuck Carol and 
Kari as well; getting the younger girl pregnant once and Carol 
twice, before I finally got old enough for Dad to impregnate me 
too.  I don't think any of us girls went more than about five 
days at the longest, in that time, without at least once feeling 
our father squirt a thick helping of incestuous cum inside our 
horny little slits.  Mother always made sure her brother fucked 
each of us at least once a week, and usually at least twice.  
Especially, when we were fertile, and there was a good chance we 
might get pregnant.
     Actually, I think it was US who chased Dad, when we were 
between periods, more than him chasing us.  I think that having 
three nubile young daughters, and an equally horny sister, all 
trying to get him to fuck them (and yes, even get each of them 
pregnant) was wearing our father out.  For sure we all liked the 
idea of having Dad father a child on each of us, almost as much 
as Mother liked it . . . or at least Carol and I did.  While Kari 
seemed to like getting fucked, and even feeling her own father 
squirting thick white cum right up inside her horny young womb, 
just as much as the rest of us did; she also seemed to be just as 
happy with only her son Mike, as either Carol or I were with all 
of our kids by Dad.  Yes, kids!  You don't think my sister and I 
stopped at just one baby apiece, do you?  Not once we knew what 
it was like.
     Oh stop looking so shocked!  I've found out this goes on all 
the time in various families like ours; though very few people 
ever admit that their first child was conceived with one of their 
parents.
     Yes, I told you before; we all knew EXACTLY what was going 
on.  We should have; after having sex, with our own father 
squirting thick white baby-juice right up inside our tummies at 
least once a week since our sixth birthday, and our mother 
telling us all the time exactly what Dad was doing, when he did 
it.  I think Mother got a kick out of seeing her own brother 
jerking and straining on top of her daughters, while she told 
each of us how our own father was ejaculating the thick sticky 
white-stuff that made babies right up inside our wombs, where it 
belonged; just like he had done to her when she was our age, to 
make us in HER womb.
     And, as I said earlier, we liked it too.  Once you've felt 
your own father's thick cock stretching your cunny while he 
slides in and out, you get to like it so much that after a while 
the thought of him squirting a baby in your tummy becomes more of 
a thrill at knowing you CAN get pregnant by your own father, than 
a scare about the dangers of pregnancy.




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     So, instead of wanting our father to pull out so we wouldn't 
get pregnant, usually we would have our ankles locked around 
Dad's legs when he started to cum, so he couldn't have pulled out 
if he had wanted to.  (Not that I think he ever did . . . want to 
pull out, that is.)
     Knowing we didn't mind; Mother had Dad keep right on fucking 
us; squirting incestuous sperm right up inside our fertile young 
wombs, even when we started having periods.  That way we each got 
to feel what it was like to get pregnant by our own father and 
carry his baby to term, so we knew what sex was REALLY all about.
     After we each gotten pregnant that first time, Mother let 
each of us have as many babies by our father as we wanted; 
whether it was just one like my sister Kari, or a whole litter 
like Carol and I did.  Mother let us know that birth-control was 
available for each of us, if we wanted it, but didn't insist on 
us using it or not using it.  Also, once we had that first baby 
by Dad, our parents let us go and fuck whomever we wanted to.  I 
guess they figured that by then, since we knew what sex was all 
about, we could make our own decisions.
     Only to some of us, (like Carol and me) going out with some 
fumbling boy seemed like playing with 2-year-olds, compared with 
feeling a man like Dad making love to us.  And as for birth-
control, (at least for me anyway) that wasn't one of the options.  
I had grown so used to feeling my father's thick prick squirting 
thick white baby-juice inside me at least once a week, that if I 
had to go that long without getting laid at least once, I was 
usually a bag of nerves, until Mother noticed, and sent Dad down 
to "cool me off" with another thick *squirt* of incestuous cum.  
I found I LIKED the idea of carrying my father's seed in my womb, 
and actually looked forward each time to feeling his baby growing 
inside me.
     There's something about knowing your father loves you enough 
to ejaculate his sperm inside you and get you pregnant with his 
baby, while at the same time YOU love him enough to have him do 
it, that can't be described to anyone who hasn't had an 
incestuous love affair.  To feel your own father grunting and 
sweating on top of you, while you squeeze the sperm out of his 
thick prick, and up inside your welcoming womb where it belongs, 
while you both know you might be creating a new life that's part 
of both of you has to be felt to be really appreciated.  I'm so 
glad Mother started our father fucking each of us when we were 
young, so we fully appreciated what was going to happen once we 
reached puberty.  Otherwise, we might have just confused the joy 
and pleasure of feeling Dad's thick fat prick sliding in and out, 
of our vaginas, before he started jerking inside us and squirting 
thick white baby-juice in our tight little slits, with the thrill 
of conceiving a child by our own father.










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     Of course, I didn't have it as nice as my two older sisters 
did.  Being the third child in a string of three girls, I had to 
share dad with the older girls when I finally got old enough for 
Mother to have him teach me about sex.  Carol got to have Dad all 
to herself almost; going to sleep almost every night with a tummy 
filled with Dad's thick white cum, before Kari finally got old 
enough to learn about sex too.  Even Kari only had to share him 
with Carol for almost three years, before I got to feel Dad 
squirting my tummy full of cum like they did.  <Sigh.>  Sometimes 
I think it isn't FAIR, being the third child in a string of 
girls.  That's why I've been so glad that when Dad got ME 
pregnant, every other one was a boy, except the last two girls.
     At least MY daughters all have older brothers to fuck when 
they learn about sex.  Mother says that in about a year we'll 
have to start showing them how to do it together.  Dad has too 
much to do already; what with fucking HIS sister, me, MY two 
sisters, and Jennifer (Kari's daughter) as well.  Carol's kids 
have been all sleeping in the same bed (just like mine have) 
since the boy was four and the two oldest kids have already been 
fucking like bunnies for over a year now; so Mother isn't worried 
about them.
     It won't be quite the same thrill for our kids that it was 
for US, but Mother tells me she and Dad had almost as much fun 
when Grandpa and Grandma first put them in the same bed (at an 
even younger age than I was, when she first had Dad fuck me).  Of 
course, Dad is a LOT bigger now than he was back then.
     Mother says that when Jason is five, he'll be old enough to 
learn how to fuck his little sister, even though Karen will only 
be three and a half.  That's over two years younger than I was, 
the first time she let me feel Dad's prick up inside my cunny; 
filling my tummy with thick white squirts of my own father's 
sperm.  Of course, Jason won't be old enough to do THAT to any of 
his sisters for several years yet.  Still, by the time either 
Janet or even Karen gets old enough to really NEED her brother's 
sperm inside her cute little tummy, the boy should have been 
ejaculating inside both of them for several years.  So I guess my 
kids won't really be neglected; even if they don't get to feel 
their own father's sperm inside their wombs, making a baby, like 
we did.  Mother assures me it's almost as much fun doing it with 
your own big brother, as my sister and I had practicing making a 
baby with Dad . . . and if anybody should know, then it's Mother.
     Mother always DID know what's best for us kids.  Seeing to 
it that we each got what we wanted and needed, is NOT "child 
abuse" in my book.
     You may call it "molestation" if you want to.  We sure 
didn't.  To me and my sisters, "abuse" is when you get hurt; and 
"molestation" is when somebody does something sexual to you that 
you don't want.  So how can you figure that we were "abused" or 
even "molested" if we not only didn't get hurt by our father 
slipping his thick prick up inside us and squirting our cunnies 
full of his potent seed, but we actually LIKED it and WANTED our 
father to not only ejaculate his sperm in our wombs, but to do it 
while we were fertile, so we could get pregnant with his babies?




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     Heck, to US, if Dad HADN'T shown us what TRUE love was by 
getting each of us pregnant, then he would have been neglecting 
his duties as a father, and (to me anyway) child-neglect of THAT 
kind, would have been a TRUE form of child-abuse.
     You go with YOUR definition; I'll go with mine.  I want MY 
kids to be raised healthy and happy like me and my sisters were; 
so you know how I plan on raising THEM.  You can neglect and 
abuse YOUR kids by keeping them from knowing the true love of a 
man, until they get old enough to be molested by strangers, 
because they won't know the difference; but I'm not going to see 
MY kids hurt that way.  Neither are any of my sisters; thank God.
     At least WE all know the true difference between "child-
abuse", "molestation", and making love . . . and so will all of 
our children.











































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