


                          "Appearances"
                         An Erotic Story

     "Am I doing it right Daddy?"
     I grinned as I heard the question come from my daughter's 
room.  I had just came back into the house after stopping in the 
driveway, when I found myself almost on the road, wearing a short 
little dress, but no panties.  Around the house, this might be 
OK, but when meeting with members of the local church, one has to 
keep up appearances.  I was just passing my daughter's bedroom, 
on the way to slip on a pair,  when I heard Karen talking to her 
father.  Curious as to what Dan was teaching the little girl THIS 
time, I peeked into her bedroom.
     It seemed that my husband was always teaching our little 
girls something.  From how to ride a bike, to making a kite, or 
even how to fix a leaky faucet.  Dan was always willing to show 
you how to do it.  Already, either of the girls could unplug a 
sink, or rewire a lamp just as well as any boy, including their 
older brother, Mike.  Better than most, in fact.  The previous 
week, Dan had taken the motor for the lawnmower apart, while the 
two girls watched.  He then had THEM put it back together; under 
his supervision of course.  Karen and Diane had come back into 
the house with black faces, and hands that could have been an 
advertisement for the Mafia.  I don't know who had been more 
proud, the girls, or Dan, when the old motor started on the first 
pull.  So, you can see that it would be no surprise for me to 
find my husband showing either or both of our daughters how to do 
something.  I wondered what it was this time.
     Curious, I peeked a little harder into the bedroom, before 
Dan and Karen came into focus.  Dan was standing beside the bed, 
naked; and Karen was sitting on it in front of him, also naked.  
This in itself, was no surprise, as the whole family ran around 
the house in the "altogether" all the time.  The only time anyone 
cared if they were dressed or undressed, was if we had a guest 
over.  A couple of Karen's friends had been a little shook up, 
when we treated them like family, and Mike had walked in on them 
naked.
     By now, we knew who would be shocked, and who wouldn't.  
Also, the children were older and more careful, so the only 
friends who ever saw any of us naked any more, were those who we 
already knew wouldn't be upset.  As I said, casual nudity was the 
norm at our house.  With 65 acres of land, a tall fence in front, 
and neighbors who believed that what you did on your land, was 
your business, we never worried about clothes in, or even out of 
our house.  Only when we went out to the store, or to visit, or 
something, did we make sure to wear "appropriate" attire.  Most 
of our friends knew this, and many's the time I saw 14 or 15 
naked kids splashing in the pool, or playing tag in the back of 
the barn.
     As I said, seeing my husband and daughter both nude in her 
bedroom, didn't ring any bells of alarm, like it might have in 
some households.  Not only was it normal for one or all of us to 
be undressed, but I knew how much my husband loved our little 
girls; and I would never have imagined him molesting them, if I 
hadn't caught him red-handed.


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     I wondered what Karen was looking at in her father's lap, 
that was so interesting.  The little girl had her face so close 
to him, that you might almost have thought she was sucking him 
off.  I grinned at the thought, and was about to announce myself, 
and tell Dan the obscene thought that had run through my head.
     I figured that Dan would get a kick out of it.  Karen 
sucking him off indeed!  I grinned to myself, and opened my mouth 
to say something, when Karen pulled away from her father.  There 
was an obscene "Slurp," as the little girl's lips puckered around 
her father's penis as she pulled back.
     "How was that, Daddy?" she asked.  "Did I do it right?"
     The little girl licked the tip of her father's cock, before 
popping the head back into her mouth like a lollipop.  I could 
hear faint "Mmmmmm." sounds from my daughter's lips, as she 
tickled the tip of her father's cock with her tongue, and pursed 
her lips just behind the glans.
     My mouth, which I had opened to joke with my husband stayed 
open in astonishment.  "Why that sonavabitch!" I thought to 
myself.  "I'll KILL the bastard!"  I was about to tear into the 
room screaming, when I remembered a story I had read, where a 
little girl had been caught having sex with her uncle.  In the 
story (I'm not sure if it was a true one, or not.) the little 
girl had been damaged more by the accusations, and fighting that 
took place between her uncle and mother, than by having sex with 
her uncle.  The little girl had been so scared by all the bad 
reactions, that she had ended up frigid for life, unable to enjoy 
a normal sex life with anyone.
     I didn't want that to happen to Karen.  I decided I'd better 
not interrupt them, as I would probably lose my temper, and maybe 
hurt Karen by accident.
     I grit my teeth, and held myself back by sheer force of 
will.  Maybe I wouldn't stop Dan THIS time, but for sure there 
would never be another when I finished with him.  I wondered how 
long he had been molesting the little girl, and what method he 
was using to force her to perform such an obscene act with her 
own father.  I almost boiled at the thought of the man I thought 
I had loved, forcing his own daughter to suck him off.
     He was going to pay, and pay, and pay!  I wondered just how 
much of a hold he had on the little girl, to force her to do 
this.  Whatever it was, I figured that I would use it against 
him.
     My rage at the thought of what my husband had been doing to 
make Karen do such a nasty thing was almost overwhelming.  (No, I 
don't think fellatio is all that bad.  On occasion, I did it for 
Dan, just because I loved him.)  Well no more!  I resolved, that 
from then on, the only sex my husband would get, was from his own 
hand.  That is, unless he wanted spend the rest of his life 
behind bars.  I was almost mad enough to put him there as it was.
     The thought of my husband forcing our little girl to suck 
him off, was so disgusting, that if it wasn't for the thought 
that I might hurt Diane and Karen worse by divorcing him, I would 
have been on the phone already.





                                2


     Steeling myself, I backed around the corner, where I could 
observe my husband through the crack between the door and the 
jamb, without being seen.  I wanted to make sure that Dan didn't 
hurt Karen, before he was through.  If I heard one little yelp of 
pain from my daughter, then all bets were off!  I'd rescue the 
little girl, if I had to Kill my husband to do it.  The way I was 
feeling, that wouldn't be hard for me to do.  "Enjoy it, you 
bastard!" I whispered through my teeth.  "That's the last sex 
you're going to get from her.  Or anybody else, for that matter."
     I hoped Dan would cum quickly, so I could rescue Karen 
without making it a traumatic experience for her.  If I hadn't 
been trembling so much with rage, that I could barely walk, I 
would have sneaked out, and come back in, slamming the door to 
let them know that I was there.  As it was, there was no way I 
could leave easily, without it being obvious.  Afterwards, I 
could let them know I was there, but If I spoke up now, they 
would know I was eavesdropping.
     ". . . Daddy?"  I was brought back to attention by my 
daughter's question.  Perhaps if I listened, I could find out how 
long my husband had been forcing the little girl to have sex with 
him, and if (Oh god!  What a horrible thought!) he had been 
molesting Diane as well.
     "Are you going to cum. Daddy?" repeated Karen.  The thought 
almost made me scream.
     "If you keep that up, I will," responded Dan.  "I don't see 
why you ever thought you needed lessons, in the first-place.  
You're a natural-born cocksucker."
     "Huh?"  I thought.  "She needed lessons?"  I wondered just 
what sort of obscene prank my husband had pulled on the little 
girl, to get her to agree to this dirty-old-man fantasy.  And 
calling his own daughter a cocksucker!  Here I had thought he 
loved the girl.  Some love!  Lust is more like it.
     "Thanks Daddy!" said Karen pausing in her yeoman's work on 
her father's cock.  "You're just saying that to make me feel 
good.  I know I'm not as good as Momma."  The little girl sure 
didn't SOUND forced.
     "Your mother's had a lot more experience than you.  Still, I 
think you almost make up for it in enthusiasm.  In fact, If you 
don't watch out, I'm almost ready to cum.  You'd better stop now, 
before I cum in your mouth.  Karen!"
     Karen had actually speeded up her frantic sucking on Dan's 
penis.  Hearing that her father was about to cum, didn't seem to 
scare her at all.  Quite the contrary!
     The little girl paused just long enough to ask, "Doesn't it 
feel good to cum in a woman's mouth, Daddy?"
     I could tell by the strained sound of my husband's voice, 
that he was almost ready to fill our little girl's mouth with his 
seed, as he struggled to answer.  "Yes, but you don't have to.  I 
can finish it off myself."








                                3


     "Daddy!  I told you, I wanted to learn how to give a blow-
job, and that's why I asked you to teach me.  I want to learn how 
to do it right!  You've always insisted that if we were going to 
learn to do something, we learn to do it the right way, or not at 
all!  So stop being silly, and cum in my mouth like you're 
supposed to.  How am I going to learn how to do it right 
otherwise?"
     "I guess," said Dan, "if you insist.  I still can't believe 
how you managed to trick me into teaching you this in the first 
place.  That was a sneaky, nasty trick, and you know it."  He 
didn't sound too mad about it though.
     All of a sudden, I found that I had to revise my whole 
world-view again.  Karen had tricked Dan into doing this?  I 
listened even closer now, to the couple in the other room.  I 
caught the tail-end of Karen's giggle, as she  removed her mouth 
from her father's penis long enough to respond.
     "Well Daddy," she replied, "you were the one who taught me 
how to maneuver someone into a corner!  Mmmmm.  Your cock tastes 
good."
     "I knew I was going to regret teaching you that," said Dan.  
He sighed, then continued, "Oh well, if your going to learn to 
suck cock, you might as well learn to do it right, I guess.  So.  
For one thing, when a man's about to cum, like I am, you don't 
want to lick on the head like that.  The head of a man's penis 
gets very sensitive, when he's about to cum, and for a while 
afterwards."  I could tell that Dan was having a hard time 
holding back, while he gave the instructions.
     "Mmmm.   Mmd," mumbled Karen.  I thought it meant, "OK, 
Daddy."  I could see that she must have changed her attack on 
Dan's penis, because the strained look left his face.
     "That's better," he said.  "Now suck on it.  Try to purse 
your lips as far down the shaft as you can.  Lick the underside 
too.  The tube on the bottom feels especially good to a man, when 
you lick it there."
     "Mmmk," agreed Karen.
     "Ungh.  Uh!  I'm going to cum.  Take Daddy's sperm in your 
mouth.  You can spit it out afterwards," said Dan, struggling to 
hold off a little bit longer.
     "Do I have to spit it out?" asked Karen, then hurriedly 
clamped her mouth back over her father's prick.
     That was the last straw for my husband.  Knowing that his 
own daughter actually WANTED to swallow his cum was too exciting.
     In all our years of lovemaking, I had let Dan cum in my 
mouth about 10 or 20 times.  I had never swallowed it though.  
Now my little daughter not only has my husband ejaculate his 
semen in her mouth, but she actually WANTED to swallow it?  Here 
I had thought I was being so generous, to let Dan cum in my mouth 
once in a while.  I felt ashamed that my own daughter had to 
teach me was love really was.
     I watched, as Dan lost the last little bit of control, and 
began to spasm our little girl's mouth full of his thick sticky 
cum.  "Unhg.  Unh.  Oooooh!" he groaned.
     Karen didn't pull away.  In fact, she seemed to suck even 
harder, trying to extract every last drop of her father's sperm 
into her eager little mouth.


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     I resolved that I was NOT going to let my own daughter show 
me up.  The next time Dan and I made love, I was going to suck 
him off properly, and I wasn't going to spit it out either.  If 
my little girl loved her father enough to swallow his cum, then 
surely I loved him at least as much.
     All of a sudden, I realized what I was thinking.  From being 
ready to almost kill my husband, for showing Karen how to suck 
his cock, I was now planning on rewarding him for the same thing.
     I couldn't believe how fast my priorities had changed.  I 
knew that I was no longer mad at him for teaching the little girl 
about sex, once it became obvious that it was not only HER idea, 
but that she had tricked him into this mess as well.  What really 
amazed me, was that I found that I was no longer even annoyed at 
the prospect of my husband teaching our daughters about sex.  In 
fact, I was getting turned on at the idea.  So much so, that I 
was actually contemplating sucking my husband's cock and 
swallowing his cum.  Something I had never done in all the years 
we had been married.
     I felt a little ashamed of myself.  No, not for wanting to 
swallow Dan's cum.  Not even for letting Karen do it, while I 
watched.  No, what I was ashamed of, was that it took my own 
daughter to show me how much I had been denying my husband, when 
I had thought I loved him.  No more.  From now on, Dan was going 
to think he was in heaven.  I was going to see that he got so 
many different kinds of sex, he wouldn't know where to put his 
cock.  Yes, even if he wanted to fuck me in the ass.  We had 
never done it before.  (I had been too scared, when I was 
younger, and eventually Dan had stopped asking.)  This time, I 
was going to shock my husband, by asking HIM.
     All these weighty decisions took place in less time than it 
took for my husband to deliver three good squirts of thick sticky 
cum in our daughter's mouth.
     Dan managed to compose himself enough to resume his lessons, 
as the last sticky curds must have been oozing out onto our 
little girl's tongue.  "No," he finally replied to Karen's 
previous question, "you don't HAVE to spit it out.  Your mother 
does, but you don't have to.  In fact, most men like the idea of 
a pretty girl swallowing their sperm."
     Karen blushed, when Dan called her a "pretty girl," but 
didn't remove her mouth from his cock.  "Mmmm," she said.  I was 
almost certain I could see her Adam's-apple go up and down, as 
she swallowed.  She seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract 
every last drop from her father's cock.
     "Easy," said Dan, running his hands through our little 
girl's hair, "remember what I told you about the head of a man's 
penis getting sensitive.  Just purse your lips around the base, 
and strip the last bit out with your tongue and lips."  Dan 
started panting, as the little girl followed his instructions.
     Finally, Karen must have stopped getting any more, so she 
lifted her face from her father's now shrunken penis.  "Did I do 
it right, Daddy?" she asked.  "Did you like it?"
     "Oh God, did you ever," said Dan, replying to her first 
question.  "I sure did like it.  Almost too much in fact."




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     Karen seemed to get excited by this.  "'You mean it Daddy?" 
she asked.  "I'm really good?"  At his nod, she continued with 
the exuberance of youth, "Does that mean we can do it again, 
Daddy?  I really liked it."
     "Oh God," said Dan, "we can't.  We shouldn't have done it 
this time.  If your mother ever found out, she'd kill me."
     I stifled a giggle.  About ten minutes earlier, I would have 
agreed with him.  Now I was slightly disappointed that he wasn't 
planning on going any further.  Sometimes, I even shock myself.  
I wondered just how much "further" I was willing to let the two 
of them go.
     "Why not?" asked Karen reasonably.  "If I want to, and you 
like it, what's wrong with that?"
     "Oh Jesus," said Dan.  I could tell he was wondering how he 
had gotten into this mess.  "For one thing, it just isn't done," 
he explained, "A man isn't supposed to have his own daughter suck 
his cock."
     "Hunh!" sniffed Karen, showing what the world could do with 
its opinions of what is or isn't "done."
     Dan ignored her unvoiced disdain for what other people 
thought.  To some extent, everybody in the family shared that 
opinion, including me.  "The real reason we shouldn't," he 
continued, "is that I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to stop."
     At this, Karen seemed to lose her patience.  "So what!" she 
exclaimed.  "You liked it.  I liked it.  Nobody's getting hurt.  
Why SHOULD we stop?"  For a second, she glared at her father, 
then slumped.  "Why should we stop?" she repeated.
     "Well, for one thing, we don't want your mother to get mad," 
replied Dan.
     I stifled another giggle.  Me mad?  Not now I wasn't!  I may 
have been, but right now I was getting hot, not mad.  I suddenly 
realized that I had been unconsciously fingering my crack, at the 
hope that Karen might give her father another blow-job, while I 
was watching.
     I started to remove my finger, then relaxed and stroked 
harder.  "C'mon Dan," I thought to myself, "give your little girl 
another faceful of cum, like she wants."  I was almost boiling at 
the very thought.  I knew that from now on, I would be trying to 
catch Dan and Karen together as much as possible.
     A whole new avenue of sexual pleasures had been opened to 
me, and I had my own daughter to thank.  Swallowing cum, (By now, 
I was actually looking forward to not only tasting Dan's cum but 
swallowing every drop, as well.) anal sex, (Yes, I was going to 
do that, and yes, I WAS going to enjoy it!) and now voyeurism.  
Watching my little girl having sex, was a definite turn-on.  I 
began to wonder if I could arrange it somehow, so that Dan would 
start teaching Diane about sex, just like he was teaching her 
younger sister.  By now, my cunny was soaking wet, at the very 
thought.
     Dan had said something that I missed, but I picked up the 
conversation from Karen's reply.  "What do you mean, it won't 
stop here?" she asked.





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     "I mean," said Dan, "that if we continue doing this, we 
won't be able to stop at my just teaching you how to give a blow-
job.  Pretty soon you would want to know how it feels to have a 
man licking you down there, just like you just did to me."
     Karen squirmed at this.  I could tell that she had already 
been thinking that very thought.
     "After that," continued Dan, inexorably, "you'd want to 
learn more and more, until one day we'd find ourselves naked on 
the bed together, with my cock stuck up inside your tight little 
vagina, filling your womb with the stuff that make babies.  You'd 
probably end up pregnant by your own father, as I wouldn't be 
able to resist.  Besides, your mother would probably kill me, if 
she knew we had done this much.  We've got to stop now, before we 
get carried away, and she finds out about it."
     I stifled yet another snigger.  Boy, was HE in for a rude 
awakening.  "If I found out," indeed!  Then I had another 
thought.  It would be kind of cute, to let the guy think he was 
getting away with something.
     I jerked my attention back to the other room, where Karen 
was speaking again.  "You mean you'd do it, if Momma knew about 
us, and didn't mind?" she asked.
     Dan chuckled at the very thought.  "Sure," he agreed easily.
     Suddenly, I knew how Dan had gotten trapped by Karen into 
giving her lessons in giving a blow-job.  With crystal clarity, I 
knew what was coming next, and I almost bit my tongue in two, to 
keep from saying something, and warning Dan.
     "You mean, you'd fuck me, and cum in me, and teach me how to 
make a baby, and everything, If you knew that Momma didn't mind 
what we were doing?"
     "Well. . .," Dan started.  For a moment, I thought he was 
going to see the trap, but he put his foot right on the trigger.  
"Your Mother would have a fit, if she knew what we've done 
already, let alone that," he said.
     Karen didn't give him a chance to think, as she pressed on.  
"You'd do it, if you knew Momma didn't mind what we did?"
     Dan stepped in, and the trap closed.  "I suppose," he said, 
"but there's not a chance in the world of that."
     Karen stifled a grin, as she snapped the lock shut on the 
gate.  "Promise?" she asked.
     "Promise," said Dan, taking the key from her, and throwing 
it away.  In our house, a promise was sacred.  I figured that 
Karen had somehow made him "promise" to help her with some 
problem, and the problem had turned out to be that she needed 
lessons in giving head.  "But there's not much chance of that," 
continued my husband, now testing the bars of his cage, when it 
was too late.  "Your mother would never approve of this."
     Karen could no longer hold her glee.  "Oh I wouldn't say 
that," she chortled.  "Momma's been watching us for the last 10 
minutes, and hasn't objected so far.  In fact," she said, looking 
me straight in the eyes, through the crack in the doorframe, 
"she's been fingering herself off, while we did it.  I think 
Momma is turned on at the thought of her little girl getting 
fucked."




                                7


     Oh shit!  Caught red-handed.  Or at least red-faced, and 
slippery-handed.  What could I say?  I thought about it. then 
gave a sigh of resignation.  I decided, "What the heck!"  So I 
slipped out of my skirt and blouse, and joined my astonished 
husband and daughter.
     After a minute, Dan finally closed his gaping mouth.  By 
that time, I had finished getting undressed, and was just as 
naked as they were.  "To heck with the church social," I thought, 
"This is far more interesting."
     "OK," I told my husband, "she caught us both.  Dan, I always 
knew this business of teaching the girls everything would get out 
of hand.  Do you realize, that you just promised to not only fuck 
our daughter, but to get her pregnant as well?"
     Dan's eyes got big, as he thought about this.  "I didn't say 
that!" he protested.
     Karen giggled, as I pointed out his mistake.  SHE knew what 
she had done!
     "You said, 'You would not only fuck her, and cum inside her, 
but that you would teach her how to make a baby,'" I reminded 
him.  "In my mind, and I'm sure that Karen agrees with me, that 
means actually getting her pregnant, so that she knows what if 
feels like to have a baby, not just getting fucked once or twice 
and taking a chance."
     Karen nodded, confirming my suspicions.  She had actually 
set it up, so that she could fuck her own father, and have his 
baby.  Not only that, but somehow she had wangled my permission 
for her to do so.  I knew that from now on, I wouldn't be worried 
about Karen being able to make her way in the outside world.  
With a devious little mind like that, she could hold her own with 
anybody.
     Surprisingly, I wasn't mad.  My pride at her brilliance 
overcame my natural jealousy.  I just hoped she would enjoy being 
a mother as much as I had.  "Go on," I told them both, "you might 
as well start now, as later.  The sooner you fuck her, the sooner 
she'll get pregnant."
     Karen and Dan both stared at me, surprised by my cavalier 
attitude.  That didn't stop them from following my instructions, 
however.  Dan was already motioning for Karen to get on the bed, 
so that he could get between her legs, when the little girl 
stopped to ask one last question.
     "Uh Momma," she asked, a little worriedly, "can Daddy keep 
fucking me, even AFTER I get pregnant?"
     Oh Geesh!  She hadn't even been fucked the first time, and 
she was already worried about having to quit, when her belly got 
big!
     "No Dear," I sighed, "you don't have to stop.  Just 
remember, Dan's MY husband, and I like to fuck too."
     "Oh Momma," said Karen, "I'm not trying to steal Daddy.  I 
just want to fuck a little.  I won't be needing him THAT much."
     I thought about how horny I had been at her age, and 
grinned.  "Don't be making any promises," I warned.  Still, I did 
stop worrying.
     Karen thought over my advice, then nodded.  If anyone knew 
the dangers of getting stuck with a promise, it should be her.  
Of course, Dan could give lessons as well.


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     "So my little girl wants to learn how to fuck, and how 
babies are made," said Dan, approaching our daughter, with his 
big cock dribbling pre-cum all over the little girl's slit.  "OK 
Honey, you asked for it.  Daddy's going to stick his big nasty 
old cock all the way up inside your tight little baby-hole, and 
fill your cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, you won't stop 
having kids until you're out of college."  We all giggled, as Dan 
went on, in a more serious note, "Normally, I'd take my time, and 
get you all worked up, but I see you've already done that.  
Besides, all this talk of you actually WANTING me to get you 
pregnant has me about ready to cum, before I even get it inside 
you.  So. . ."
     There was a sudden groan from Dan, a slight "Ow," from 
Karen, and My husband's penis had vanished into the little girl's 
body.
     "Ooooh!" said Dan, "She's so tight inside, I think I'm going 
to cum, before I get it all the way inside her.  Careful, Karen.  
Don't squirm like that.  You'll have me cumming, before we're 
ready."
     "I can't help it Daddy," replied Karen.  "It tickles inside.  
Oh.  Ooooh!"
     I could tell, that they were both ready to climax.  I was so 
proud of my little girl.  Barely started on her first fuck, and 
already reaching for a climax.  I hadn't cum, until Dan and I had 
been fucking for a week, in that old bed in the hayloft.
     "Momma, what's Daddy doing to Karen?"  The little voice at 
my elbow, almost made me jump out of my skin.  Unnoticed, Mike 
and Diane had come up, and had joined me in watching their sister 
and father.
     I heaved a sigh.  Oh well.  They would have found out soon 
enough, when their sister's belly started to get big.
     "Daddy's teaching your sister how to make a baby," I said, 
putting it in as an obscene and bald a manner as possible.
     Both kids considered this for a moment.
     "That's not fair," said Diane, "I'm older than Karen.  
When's Daddy going to teach ME how to make a baby?"
     Oh shit.  I forgot how it would look to her.  She was right.  
It wasn't fair.
     "How about me?!" said Mike.  "I'm older than either of you.  
How come I always get left out.  Just because you're both girls!"
     Double shit!  He had a point there.
     I had a sudden brilliant (if nasty) idea.  It wasn't as if I 
would be starting something the kids wouldn't think of themselves 
either.  Especially not after seeing their sister and father.
     "Diane," I said, "why don't you get up on the bed, alongside 
your sister.  There's plenty of room."
     Mike sent me a black look, thinking he was going to have to 
watch BOTH his sister's enjoying something that was denied to 
him, just because he was a boy.
     I almost grinned, but managed to continue, "Now Mike, why 
don't you get up there, and start practicing making a baby in 
Diane.  Just do whatever you see your father do.  That way, you 
can all learn at the same time.  You just practice making a baby 
in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister."



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     When I heard that last line come out of my mouth, it was too 
much.  It was so obscene, but so sexy too.  It sounded like 
somebody's idea of a dirty joke; like the old one that Dan used 
to tell me was the dirtiest short little joke in the world:
     'Gee brother, you fuck almost as good as Daddy does.'  
     'I know, that's what Momma told me.'
     I giggled again.  I knew that from now on, any time someone 
told an off-color joke I'd be tempted to say, "Have you heard 
this one?  A mother is talking to her son, and she says, 'Mike, 
why don't you practice making a baby in Diane, while your father 
makes a baby in your little sister.'"
     Of course, I'd have to change the names a little, unless I 
could trust them.  I giggled again at the joke.  "Practice making 
a baby in your little sister," indeed!
     I may have thought it was a joke, but the rest of the family 
hadn't.  I had barely been aware of Diane's quiet little "Ouch," 
as she lost her virginity, before the bed was just one big nasty.
     Since Dan was too heavily involved in the "hands-on" portion 
of teaching Karen, I figured that it was up to me to continue the 
oral part of instructing the children.  "If you look at your 
father," I told Mike and Diane, distracting the boy enough to 
keep him from splattering his little sister's belly full of cum 
prematurely, "you'll see that he's about to squirt a thick white 
sticky liquid up inside your little sister.  This white-stuff is 
called cum, and it contains Daddy's sperm.  That's what makes 
babies in little girls.  So when Daddy squirts his cum in your 
sister, you'll know he might be making a baby inside her."
     I turned to my husband, who had gotten red in the face.  The 
feel of his own little girl's tight little slit squeezing on his 
swollen cock was taking its toll.  "Oh God," he groaned, "I'd 
better pull out.  I can't knock-up my own kid.  I mean, it's just 
not right!"
     For all his protesting, I noticed that Dan kept pushing his 
engorged penis as far up inside the little girl as he could.  On 
the other hand, I knew he would probably pull out before he came, 
if he felt guilty enough.
     "Don't you DARE pull out," I admonished him.  "You'll make 
Karen think you don't love her enough to keep your promise, even 
about something as important as this."
     "Yeah Daddy," interjected Karen, "you promised!"
     I could tell that Dan was weakening.  Besides, I knew that 
he really didn't WANT to pull out anyway.  The feeling of his own 
daughter's tight little cunny milking on his cock, as the little 
girl actually TRIED to get him to father a child on her, must 
have been exquisite.  I gave him the encouragement he needed.
     "Yes Dan, You promised," I repeated.  "Besides, SHE wants 
you to do this; I want you to do it; and I know that even YOU are 
turned on by the idea of getting your own little girl pregnant."
     That last, was no lie.  I could see that Dan was fighting to 
keep from splattering his little girl's body full of baby-juice, 
at the same time he fought with his conscience.  His conscience 
was losing.





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     All this argument, had distracted Mike long enough, that he 
managed to keep from filling his little sister's vagina with 
baby-making sperm a little longer as well.  He spoke up, trying 
to get the family back into the erotic mood, that Dan had 
interrupted.
     "Yeah Daddy," he said, "if Karen wants you to get her 
pregnant, what's the big deal?  It's not as if you were raping 
her."
     "Yeah Daddy," chimed in Diane, "if Karen wants your baby, 
and you want to give her one, what's the problem?  Besides, you 
did promise."
     "You promised, Daddy," repeated Karen.
     That was it.  Dan gave up.  If his whole family wanted him 
to impregnate his little girl, including most especially Karen 
herself, then he would do it.  Actually, I knew that the thought 
of making a baby in his own daughter was quite exciting to my 
husband.  He had just never believed that the little girl would 
actually WANT to have her own father's baby, or that I would let 
him do it, if she DID want it.
     Dan's pants became faster, and I knew he wouldn't be talking 
with anything but his cock, for the next couple of minutes.  
Watching his own son trying to impregnate one daughter, while the 
younger of his two girls squeezed the heck out of his cock as the 
little girl tried to reproduce with her own father, was to much 
for Dan.  Even though he had already spent himself in the little 
girl's mouth less than 15 minutes earlier, he wasn't over 2 more 
inside his daughter, before he began spasming the little girls 
tight little belly full of incestuous sperm.  I saw my husband's 
fat cock expand in our little girl's tight little slit.  Her bare 
cunny-lips were stretched obscenely around her father's dong, as 
Dan did his best to impregnate his own daughter.
     By now, all the family members on the bed were past words, 
as I saw my husband jam his oversized member as far up in our 
little girl's belly as he could.  From his frantic jerking, and 
his grunts of pleasure, it was obvious that Dan was doing his 
best to fill the child's womb with his potent sperm.
     On the other side of the bed, Mike wasn't doing much better.  
In fact, he almost beat his father to the punch.  The boy had 
never actually put his cock right up inside a girl before, and 
the feeling of his little sister's tight little baby-hole 
squeezing and clamping around his penis was too exciting for him.
     Shortly, I knew the boy was emulating his father, as I 
watched him jam his erupting penis all the way up in his little 
sister's belly, and hold it there.  I looked between the boy's 
legs, and could actually see the tube on the bottom of his prick 
bulge, each time another dollop of incestuous sperm was injected 
into his little sister's womb.
     "That's it Mike," I encouraged him.  "Push your cock as far 
up inside your little sister as you can.  The more sperm you 
leave inside her, and the farther up it goes, the better the 
chance that you'll make a baby in Diane."






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     I could hardly believe the words coming out of my own mouth.  
Not a half-hour ago, I would probably shot my husband, if I even 
THOUGHT he might be molesting one of our daughters.  Now, I had 
not only encouraged him to fuck Karen, but I had almost 
blackmailed him into impregnating the little girl.
     To top it all, I was now encouraging my son to make a baby 
in his own little sister?  As I said, I couldn't believe I was 
doing it, but I did it anyway.
     I shivered with excitement, as I realized I could be 
watching  my own son impregnate his little sister.  Such a nasty, 
obscene, and thoroughly exiting thought!  My baby boy's sperm 
might be joining in my baby girl's womb with her egg, to make 
another little baby girl inside her.  I hoped so.  I wanted my 
son to make a little girl in his sister, so that he would someday 
be able to copy his father, and make a baby in his own daughter.  
I shuddered in a quiet climax of my own, at the very idea.
     Sadly, neither girl seemed to climax this first time, but 
both of them seemed to be happy just knowing that they had made 
their partners feel so good.
     I knew I had to do it.  There are some things you know you 
shouldn't do, that you just HAVE to do anyway.  Like a horrible 
pun.  You just CAN'T resist telling it.  You know you shouldn't, 
but you can't resist.  It was the same in this case.  I just HAD 
to say this.  After I said it, I was even more surprised, to 
learn that I meant it.
     "Now Mike," I said, getting his attention, after he finally 
stopped pumping his little sister full of his incestuous seed, "I 
want you to practice making a baby in your little sister, at 
least once a day."  (Oh God! What a line!)
     "As for you Diane, I want you to tell me, if your big 
brother doesn't fuck you at least once a day.  Understand?"
     Diane gaped at me in surprise, then a big grin lit up her 
face.  "Yes Momma," she replied, then giggled.
     I ignored the giggle, and turned to my other daughter.  
"Karen, the same thing goes for you.  I want you to tell me, if 
your father doesn't help you practice making a baby, at least 
once a day."  By now, my grin was threatening my ability to talk.
     "But not if he does it more often, huh?"  Karen's grin 
matched mine and her little sister's.  All of a sudden, it was 
too much.  The whole family burst out laughing, as I managed to 
choke, "No, not if he does it more often."
     The whole family must have howled and choked with laughter 
for over five minutes.  Still, each one promised to, "Do his 
duty," and help the other partner "practice" as often as he or 
she wanted to.
     By the time we managed to get off the bed, some three hours 
later, both little girls had "practiced" at least 3 times, and I 
had even managed to get in a little practice myself.  No, I'm not 
telling you who I practiced with.  Sometimes things look nastier 
(or sexier) if you DON'T say something, than if you do.







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     Well, disappointing as it sounds, neither girl got pregnant 
right then, I guess their bodies just weren't ready yet.  Dan and 
Mike kept practicing making a baby in the two little girls, and 
eventually they both succeeded.  Karen and Diane both had little 
baby girls, just as we had hoped for.  Karen's baby weighed 7 
pounds, six ounces; and she named it Danielle. (I wonder who she 
was naming it after?)  Diane's baby was a little bigger, at 7 
pounds 8 ounces; and she named it (logically enough) Michelle.
     Me?  How did you guess?  Yes, I got pregnant too.  In fact, 
it took Karen and Diane longer to get pregnant than I did; and I 
had to go off the pill first.  I was already almost 6 months 
pregnant, by the time Karen first caught.
     Oh, you don't care about how long it took; you want to know 
about the baby!  Joseph (or, as we call him, "Little Joe.") came 
into the world at 3:23 AM, weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces.  (Well, 
ONE of us had to make a boy!  How else would Dan and Mike's kids 
be able to know the joy of fucking their own brother?)
     Right now, all three kids sleep in the same bed, and we 
don't plan on changing this, when they get older.  I wished I had 
been smart enough, to do it with Mike and HIS sisters, when they 
were small.
     Oh well, he's certainly making up for lost time.  It's been 
a little over a year now, since Karen had her baby, and when I 
passed the children's room this morning, I heard the little girl 
squealing with delight, as her big brother helped her "practice" 
making a baby again.  After all, as she had told me the night 
before:  "Now that Daddy had taught her how to make a baby, she 
didn't want to get out of practice, did she?"  I hoped Diane had 
another little girl this time.
     With this thought, I hurried down to the bedroom I now 
shared with Dan and Diane.  I wanted to make sure that my husband 
didn't let my elder daughter get out of practice either.
     I guess that this is all just a lesson to not be deceived by 
appearances. If I had jumped to the conclusion that "appeared" to 
be warranted by catching my husband giving our little girl a 
lesson in sex, then we all would have suffered.  So watch out.  
Just because it "appears" to be true, doesn't mean it is.  Just 
like my husband "appeared" to be forcing Karen to have sex, when 
in reality, she was forcing him!  I'm so glad that I didn't let 
appearances deceive me.
     Oh, by the way.  Dan says that both girls have learned their 
lessons VERY well.  In fact, they are both almost as good as I 
am, at sucking him off, fucking him, or whatever else "cums" up.  
In fact, he says the only place I really have an edge over them, 
is when it comes to anal sex.  I guess, when it comes to taking 
it up the ass, you've got to have incentive, like I do.
     My daughters may be younger and prettier than I am, but they 
aren't going to love my husband more than I do.  Not that they 
would try to steal Dan away from me.  I know they love us both 
too much for that.  Besides, I think they are both going to marry 
their brother when they get older.  "How's that?" you say.  Well, 
all I'll tell you, is that while all my kids are Dan's; (oops) he 
wasn't my first husband.  (Appearances CAN be deceiving, can't 
they?)  Officially, Mike is my first husband's child.



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     Of course, Mike is going to have to PUBLICLY only marry one 
of the two girls.  The other will just be his sister-in-law, who 
lives with them.  Just for appearances, of course.






















































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