                        Momma is a Pervert
                         An Erotic Story

     My mother is a pervert.  I mean, what else would you call a 
woman who had her own son "Practice making a baby," in his little 
sister.
     Yeah, that's what Momma did.  Even now, I find it hard to 
believe she came up with that line.  (Actually, when I asked her, 
Momma told me that she got it from a sex-story she downloaded off 
a BBS, when she was in college.)
     I sure didn't know any better.  Heck, I was only 6 years old 
at the time.  Even Billy assumed that Momma knew what she was 
doing.  He may have been 5 years older than I was, but he was 
still only 11 years old himself.  (Actually Momma KNEW what she 
was doing all right.  WE didn't know though.)
     It all started one night, when I was getting ready for bed.  
She came into my room, dragging my older brother by the arm.  
Except for a pair of socks, Billy was as naked as I was.  I was 
embarrassed, at being caught undressed, and I was about to 
object.
     Momma never gave me a chance.  She started in on Billy, like 
she was disgusted at something he had done.  If I was 
embarrassed, my 11-year-old brother was mortified.  Not only at 
being dragged naked into his little sister's bedroom.  I could 
tell that something else was bothering him as well.
     As I said, Momma didn't give either of us a chance to object 
to the other seeing us naked.  In fact, it soon became clear that 
it was intentional.
     "Now," said Momma, disgustedly to my big brother, "if you're 
old enough to jack-off, you're old enough to do it right!  It's 
time you learned how to make a baby.  Since Gina is only 3 years 
old, Diane's the only girl in the house old enough to help.  
You'll have to use her to practice with.
     "Huh?"  I'm not sure if it was me, or my older brother who 
said this.  We both weren't too sure what our mother meant.  
Maybe we both said it.
     Momma looked annoyed again, but explained, "It's time that 
Billy here, learned how to make a baby, so I'm going to teach him 
how to make a baby in you."
     I was astonished, to say the least.  Billy was just looking 
at Momma, with his mouth gaping open.  If I was astonished, Billy 
was speechless.
     "You mean I'm going to have a baby?"  I asked.  I knew a 
little about sex, but not much.  I knew, for instance, that men 
and women did something together in bed, then a woman "got 
pregnant." (Her tummy got big, like my cousin June.)  Then she 
had a baby.  I had watched several relatives (including Momma) go 
through this process.  At the time, I thought that only married 
people could do it.
     "But Momma," I said, "I don't want to get married.  At least 
not to Billy, anyway.  Don't you have to be married, to have a 
baby?"





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     Billy gave me a look that told me that he didn't want to 
marry me, any more than I did him.  It's not that we didn't like 
each other, we did.  It's just that Billy was my BROTHER, for 
Christ's sake!  I mean, Ick!  I loved the big lunk, but MARRY 
him?  No way!  Of course, you've got to remember I was still a 
little girl, and didn't realize what a hunk my big brother was 
going to turn out to be.
     Momma didn't do anything to dispel our preconceptions.
     "I didn't say he was going to make a baby in you," she said.  
"I said, 'He is going to learn HOW to make a baby in you.'  That 
means he's going to practice.  You're too young to worry about 
having a baby anyway.  Later, when you get older, you can get 
married and have as many babies as you want.  In the meantime, 
Billy can practice making a baby in you, until he gets it right."
     "OK, Momma," I said.  If she figured that Billy really 
needed to learn how to make a baby, then I guess I was willing to 
help.  I figured that I might learn something about how to make a 
baby myself.  I was right, I did.
     Once Momma saw that we weren't going to raise any more 
objections, (And after all, why should we?  I mean she was our 
MOTHER.  We trusted her.) she started right in on her 
instructions.  "For a man to make a baby in a woman (or in your 
case Diane, ... in a little girl,) he's supposed to ejaculate his 
sperm inside her vagina, so that she can get pregnant.
     "What's sperm Momma," I asked.  Momma answered as if Billy 
had asked.  (Well, after all, it was my big brother who was 
supposed to be learning how to make a baby.)  "Sperm is little 
tiny things like tadpoles, that you have in your cum."
     Billy blushed, when she said this, so Momma explained.
     "Cum is the white stuff that came out of your penis, when 
you were jacking-off earlier."
     Billy blushed even redder, if possible.
     "You were really supposed to squirt that stuff inside Diane, 
so your sister could get pregnant," Momma continued,"  You 
weren't supposed to waste it all over your hands, or the 
bedspread."
     "I'm sorry Momma, I didn't know," Billy apologized.
     "Momma looked at him sternly for a minute, then softened.  
"I suppose," she said.  "Anyway, you should be apologizing to 
your little sister, not me.  After all, she's the one who got 
cheated."
     "Cheated Momma?" I asked.  I sure didn't FEEL cheated.  I 
wondered what she meant.
     "Of taking a mans's sperm.  Girls should get as much of a 
man's sperm as they can get," she explained.  "You are a little 
young yet, but Billy could at least have cum in your mouth, or up 
your ass, if he had thought to ask you."
     "In my MOUTH?" I thought.  "In my ASS?"  Momma seemed to 
think Billy was cheating me, because he didn't volunteer to 
squirt his "white-stuff" in my mouth?  Heck, I would probably 
have screamed at the very thought; if my big brother had 
approached me with such an obscene suggestion.  I thought about 
it, and then realized that I had been lucky.




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     If Billy had done what he was supposed to, then it would 
have been ME who got into trouble, when I objected to him doing 
what he was supposed to.  I shivered at my lucky escape.  I 
decided that I'd better be ready, so that if Billy come around 
later and asked me if I wanted to swallow his "white stuff," I 
wouldn't be surprised.  Heck, I might even like it, as Momma 
seemed to think I would.
     "It's OK Momma," I said, "I don't mind."
     Momma looked at me for a moment, then seemed to decide 
something.  "Well, if you say so," she said.  "Anyway Billy, next 
time you want to cum, you ask your little sister to suck you off, 
or better yet, to fuck you.  After all, you're supposed to 
practice making a baby in her."
     "Fuck, Momma?" I asked.  I had heard the word before, but 
wasn't' sure what it meant.  Billy looked a little confused too.  
I think he knew what it meant, unlike me, but didn't really 
believe that Momma wanted him to actually fuck his own little 
sister.  Momma did.
     "Fuck," she said, "you know, where Billy puts his cock up 
inside your vagina, and squirts his cum in you.  What do you 
think we've been talking about?"
     "Oh," I said, finally understanding.  Billy was ... Omigosh!  
Billy was supposed to stick his "thing" up inside my crack, and 
squirt the stuff that made babies in there!  No wonder a woman 
got a big tummy when she was going to have a baby!  The man 
really DID make a baby inside her!  Wow!  I was astounded by this 
revelation.  And I got to practice doing this with my big 
brother, just as often as I wanted to!
     I thought a minute, then calmed down.  No, Momma hadn't said 
that.  She said that BILLY was supposed to "practice" making a 
baby in me, as often as HE needed to.  Not quite the same thing.  
Still, I would probably get to fuck him a few times anyway.  I 
hoped my big brother didn't learn too fast, before I learned all 
I wanted to.
     Billy and I just looked at each other, until Momma got 
impatient.  "Well," she said, "what are you two waiting for?"
     Billy and I both jerked out of our trances, as Momma 
continued.  "Since you both don't seem to know what to do," she 
sighed, "I guess I'll just have to teach you."  Momma motioned to 
me to get on the bed.
     "Now," she said, "Diane, you lie there on your back, and 
spread your legs.  Billy, you get between your sister's legs, and 
put your cock up inside her."  Momma watched closely, as we moved 
to comply.
     "Now Diane," she told me, "It's going to hurt a little, the 
first time Billy puts his cock in you.  This is normal, so don't 
worry.  After the first time or two, it won't hurt at all, so 
you'll be able to feel your brother's sperm inside you without 
having to worry about it hurting."
     "There's a little piece of skin inside your vagina," she 
explained, "it's called your "hymen," and Billy has to break it, 
so that he can put his cock all the way up inside you."





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     Momma paused for breath, then continued, "Billy's got to 
push his penis all the way up inside you, so that his sperm will 
make a baby in you.  He's supposed to cum as far up inside you as 
possible, if he's going to get you pregnant."
     Oh Wow!  It sounded like Momma WANTED me to have Billy's 
baby.  Then I remembered what Momma had said about me being too 
young.  Besides, she hadn't said a word about me and Billy 
getting married.  I relaxed.
     "OK Momma," I said.  I guess I could put up with a little 
pain for my big brother.  I had taken several shots, down at the 
doctor's office, and I hadn't complained.  Besides, Momma said 
that this would only hurt the first time or two.  I had even been 
in fights with MaryJane, down at the school, and had learned to 
ignore pain, if it was important enough.  Momma seemed to think 
that this was.  Besides, if I didn't do it now, it seemed that I 
would have to do it later sometime.  Better to get it over now.  
I grit my teeth, and said through my clenched jaws, "go ahead, DO 
it!"
     Billy did.  At Momma's direction, he put his cock up against 
my little crack, rubbed the head up and down to get it slippery, 
then PUSHED it up inside me.
     There was a moment's discomfort, as my unused little cunny 
stretched around my big brother's invading prick.  Then, a moment 
later, there was a slight sting inside me, followed by a dull 
ache, as his cock slid almost all the way inside me.
     I was almost disappointed.  THIS was the big pain I had been 
so afraid of?  Heck, it hurt worse, every time I banged my knee 
on the cupboard.  Gee!  I felt like yelling and screaming as  if 
I were in horrible pain, just as a joke.  Then I saw Momma and 
Billy's worried faces.  No, I couldn't do that to them.
     "It's OK," I reassured them, "I hardly felt it."  This was 
true.  Even as I spoke the throbbing ache died down, and pretty 
soon the only sensation I felt, was that of being stuffed.  Yeah, 
bloated like a turkey.  Remember I had never had anything up 
inside my crack before; and Billy wasn't all THAT small.  Not 
nearly as big as he is NOW, of course, but remember, I was only 6 
years old myself.
     Momma seemed relieved.  Later she explained to me that not 
all girls had it as easy as I did.  In fact, she was able to give 
me a couple of horror-stories that her girlfriends had told her 
about losing their virginities.  All I know, is that it didn't 
hurt me much at all.
     Once Momma was sure I was OK, she told Billy to start 
sliding his cock in and out, until he was ready to squirt.  So 
Billy did.  It couldn't have been over a minute, that Billy slid 
his cock in and out, before his face squinched up, and he 
groaned, "Oh Momma!  I'm Gonna. . . Augh!"
     I was a little disappointed.  From being a "Pain in the 
snatch," if you'll pardon the expression, it had gone to feeling 
good.  In fact, I was really starting to like it, when I felt 
Billy tense up on top of me, and then I suddenly felt wetter 
inside.
     Momma acted fast.  Seeing my brother starting to cum, she 
got behind him and PUSHED hard!



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     I let out a squawk, as my brother's cock slid another inch 
up inside me.
     "You want to squirt your sperm as far up inside your sister 
as you can, if you're going to make a baby inside her," explained 
my mother.
     I felt another pulse of my brother's cock, then another.  My 
big brother was doing his best, to get me pregnant.  I didn't 
mind.  By that time, I was starting to get turned on by the idea 
of having my own brother's baby.  "Do it," I encouraged him, "cum 
in me.  C'mon big brother, squirt your sperm in my tummy, like 
Momma says, and make a baby in your little sister."
     Momma looked at me, surprised, then grinned.  "Yeah Billy," 
she encouraged, "knock your little sister up.  Let Diane feel 
what it's like to have her own big brother's baby growing in that 
cute little tummy of hers."
     Well, my big brother tried.  He jerked and spasmed on top of 
me for over a minute, trying to fill my little tummy full of his 
gooey white stuff.  I was so glad I could make my big brother 
feel so good.  I held him, as his spasms turned to shudders, and 
finally just hoarse breathing as his mighty ejaculations turned 
into squirts, and finally just a trickle of sperm leaking out of 
his cock, and into my welcoming young womb.
     I felt so proud of myself.  Not only had I gotten fucked for 
the first time, which most girls don't get to do until they are 
at least 10, and sometime even 12 years old; but here I was, only 
six, and already practicing making a baby with my older brother.
     Momma seemed to be proud of us both.  "That's good," she 
said, "Now Billy, I want you to be sure and practice making a 
baby in your little sister at least once a day, from now on.  
Understand?"
     Wordlessly, Billy nodded. He was just getting his breath 
back, but I knew he had liked what we had just done.  In fact, I 
was fairly sure that he liked it well enough that he wouldn't 
find it hard to keep his promise.
     Momma turned to me.  "Diane," she said, "I want you to be 
sure and tell me, if your big brother doesn't fuck you at least 
once a day, from now on."
     "I promise, Momma," I replied.  Wow!  I was happy to hear 
Momma making sure that I learned something too.  I figured that 
if my brother and I did this regularly, then maybe I'd have a 
chance to learn what Momma liked about it so much.
     Well, it took a few weeks, but eventually I did.
     As you can guess, my big brother did more than his duty.  
From that day on, Billy fucked me not only once a day, but two, 
three, four, and sometimes even five times a day.  The next day, 
Momma showed me how to suck Billy off, when I was too tired, or 
too sore to fuck.  After about a week, she showed me how to take 
it up the ass, but I didn't like that as much.  Billy and I only 
did that about once a month or so.
     After about a month, when I finally learned how to cum, and 
Billy and I had been "practicing" making a baby for quite a 
while, I asked Momma if she was going to make us stop, now that 
we both seemed to be pretty good at it.




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     "Oh no!" she reassured me, "Not unless you want to.  You two 
kids can keep on practicing making a baby, until you get it 
right."
     "Oh," I said, then thought about it.  I liked the idea.  "OK 
Momma," I said, then went in search of my brother, so that we 
could get in some more "practice."
     For the next 4 years, my brother and I practiced making a 
baby, until we got it right.  Momma had Billy move into my room, 
so that I could go to sleep with my big brother's cock inside me, 
so that his sperm wouldn't go to waste, if he had a "wet-dream."  
We'd get up in the morning, and fuck.  We'd come home from school 
and fuck.  We'd go to bed at night and fuck, of course.  In the 
course of a year, I doubt if there was a period of 12 hours 
straight, that I went without having a fresh helping of my big 
brother's sperm soaking in my eager little womb.
     By the time I was 10 years old, Momma had explained 
everything, and told us that we didn't really have to make a baby 
together, if we didn't want to.  She told me that it had been a 
pretty cute idea, at first, but she didn't want to force me into 
having an unwanted child.
     The trouble is, I was already sold on the idea of having 
Billy's baby, and so was Billy.  When Momma told us that I was 
almost hold enough to have a baby "for real," our "practice" 
sessions became even more frantic, if possible.  By this time, 
Billy had been "practicing" making a baby in my little sister 
also, for over a year.  It was so cute, to see the little 7-year-
old girl squirming underneath her big brother, as Billy tried his 
best to plant a baby in our little sister.
     Well, as you can imagine, Billy and I eventually got so good 
at "practicing" making a baby, that we actually got to be pretty 
good at doing it.  I had a son, by my own big brother, when I was 
a little over 11 years old.
     Within two weeks after Michael was born, we were working on 
making a little sister for him.  After all, we didn't want to get 
out of practice!
     My little sister Gina got to be pretty good too.  In fact, 
she had only been practicing for 4 years, when she finally did it 
right.  The little girl looked so cute, with a big belly at only 
9 years old.  Still, she seemed to be happy about it.  Both of us 
have done our best to make our mother proud of us, by "keeping in 
practice."
     My little sister seems to have learned her lessons better 
than I did, because she's almost caught up to me.  The little 
jerk has had 6 babies in the last five years, while I've only had 
seven total.
     Momma's so proud of us both.  As I said, Momma's a pervert.  
Oh well, so am I.  Yesterday, I taught my 11-year-old son how to 
make a baby in his little 10-year-old sister.  Since Danielle has 
already had her first period, I don't think the little girl is 
going to have to practice for 5 years, before she learns how, 
unlike me.






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     Afterwards, I had him practice what he learned about making 
a baby with Danielle, by having him try to impregnate Marsha, 
Dawn, and Judy.  We all hope that he'll be able to father at 
least two or three kids on each of his sisters, before they get 
out of grade-school.
     Gina and Carol are too young yet, for Mike to fuck.  
Besides, his little brother Jimmy is going to need a little 
sister or two to practice making babies in, when HE gets a little 
older, as well.
     I finally appreciate the pleasure Momma must have had.  To 
see your own son's cock stretching your little girl's tight 
little cunny, as the boy ejaculates his sperm in his own sister's 
eager young womb, is SO sexy.  In fact, it has gotten me so hot, 
thinking about our little girls carrying their big brother's seed 
in their cute little tummies, and maybe (In Danielle, I hope) his 
baby too, that I'm going to see if I can get in a little more 
"practice" myself, with MY big brother.
     Hopefully, he hasn't already spent himself in my little 
sister.  Oh well.  If he has, it won't take all THAT long to get 
him up again.  Teaching the kids how to fuck, has gotten him 
almost as horny as me lately.
     I hope Danielle has a boy first.



































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