                        The Facts of Life
                         An Erotic Story
     
     "YOU got us into this mess," reminded my wife.  "It's up to
YOU to tell her the truth, since it's YOUR fault she doesn't know
already."
     Damn, I hate it when my wife is right.
     "Now you go in there, in her room, and tell our little girl
the facts of life; and no more pussyfooting around," she said
firmly.  "With her wedding tomorrow, it's time and well past time
she knew."
     "Yes, Dear."  Well, what else could I say?  When my wife is
right, she's right.  With Darlene marrying her cousin Jake
tomorrow, there just wouldn't BE any chances after this one.
<Sigh.>
     Sometimes you like your little girl to remain innocent
forever; even though you know it can't be so.  Regretfully, I
started getting undressed.  No use putting this off forever.
     As I arrived, naked, in her room, Darlene looked up from
where she was lying on the bed, playing with herself while
waiting for me.  Damn she looked cute.  I was going to miss her
and her sexy young body tremendously once she was out of the
house and off with her new husband.  The small bulge in her tummy
barely showed the coming child that had precipitated the hurried
wedding in the middle of February for the 13-year-old, instead of
waiting until June, or preferably until June of the following
year.  Still, babies come along when THEY want to.  That's why my
daughter needed to know the *real* facts of life, not the
misinformation that a little girl had.
     Darlene's eyes lighted up when she saw my naked body.  "Ooh,
Daddy," she crooned.  "Is that for me?" she asked; looking
hopefully at my swollen and cum-engorged prick.  When I nodded in
confirmation, Darlene gave me a heart-melting smile, threw the
covers back, spread her legs, and invited me into bed with her,
like she has since she turned ten and had her first period.
Damn, I was going to miss my little girl; and from all
indications, Darlene was going to miss me, and me climbing into
bed with her, almost as much as I was.
     We both moaned as my prick slid into her body.  Damn, does
it feel good to have your prick buried in the tight little baby-
tube of your own little girl ... and from all indications,
Darlene enjoyed feeling my swelling and cum-squirting prick
inside her tight little belly almost as much as I liked feeling
her squeezing young tunnel milking my penis for each precious
drop of baby-making cum I have in me, in a demonstration of
procreation and how babies are made that would pretty much be
impossible to duplicate in any other way.  Well ... How better to
teach a little girl how babies are made than by having her own
father demonstrate the process by climbing into her bed, slipping
his swollen meat up inside her tight little baby-hole, and
filling the child's womb with baby-making sperm?  Well ... OK, by
actually filling her smooth little tummy with your baby like I
had about four months earlier.
     Talking about teaching the girl ... "Uh ... Honey?" I asked,
as the first aching squirts of incestuous semen jetted out of the
tip of my prick and into the warm wet depths of the little girl's
sucking vagina, where it would soon join the results of similar
sperm, where our little girl was now growing in the youngster's
womb.
     "Yes, Daddy?"  Darlene worked back at me to get each
precious drop of fatherly seed deep inside her belly.  A crying
shame she had to leave and get married; but a baby needs a father
of its own; and Jake would make a good father to our little girl
and a good husband to mine.
     "Your mother says it's time I told you the Facts of Life," I
grunted; while sending a last sticky gob of baby-goo squirting
into my daughter's belly.
     "You mean ...?" asked Darlene; looking down at where my now
wilting penis vanished into the furry down just starting to
appear around the tight little hole squeezing so erotically on
her father's prick.  Damn, but it was a shame to spoil such
innocence; but my wife was right.  This was something I had to
do.
     "Uhuh," I confirmed.  "There ain't no Santa Claus," I
informed Darlene; adding with regret, as the last thin drops of
incestuous seed oozed out of my prick and into her belly to join
the child we'd made a few months previously, "... and there ain't
no Easter Bunny either."
