Thinking about it: Mom must have been a world-record type pervert. I mean, how many women do *you* know who encourage their husband and daughter to have sex together, and then stand there watching proudly as her man dumps his virile seed in their little girl's womb? Then imagine a woman perverted enough to do this from the time the girl is/was barely old enough to walk until her middle thirties like I am now.

Actually, I don't really remember the first time Dad and I had sex ... especially if view oral sex as being "real sex", unlike President Clinton. I was probably four years old, three, or possibly even two the first time I wandered into the bathroom, found Dad sitting on the can with a big hard-on, and just naturally took my father's cum-swollen prick in my mouth and sucked him off; swallowing every drop that I could as if it was some kind of incredibly tasty treat for little girls. Well, to some extent I *think* so anyway. From what I've picked up from Mom and Dad, it was likely about that time anyway. As far as I can tell, neither Mom nor Dad ever actually *seduced* me. It was more like I grew up watching Mom give Dad blow-jobs and having full vaginal sexual intercourse; so it seemed most natural for me to volunteer to do the same thing whenever I found my father with a stiff prick and Mom not there taking care of it like I figured Dad needed.

Yeah, right. Mom says she kept me in a crib alongside the bed until at about two or three I learned how to crawl out and over the top ... and then just naturally slid in bed with my parents. This was all in the same room, when there was more space, before they got the king-sized bed after moving the crib out. Since it was almost impossible to keep me *out* of their bed without locking me in a separate room, I somehow managed to spend the time between being a baby in a crib and when I went off to college sleeping in the same bed with my parents ... and Mom never objected even once. In fact, she acted *proud* of me. Yes, I *told* you she was a pervert.

Many's the night I'd watch Mom giving Dad head, or him on top of her, prick buried to the hilt in my mother's body, while he jerked and spasmed my mother's womb with hot sticky squirts of thick white baby-goo. Mom never bothered to clean up afterwards; simply lying there with Dad's baby-cream leaking from her hairy twat in quite a good lesson in sex for a little girl like me.

Since Mom always swallowed Dad's cum when he ejaculated in her mouth, it just seemed natural to me to do the same thing I guess, the first time I went into the bathroom that day, found Dad with his big "thing" poking out, and started sucking my dad off like the "good little girl" that I was; slurping and licking it just like I'd watched Mom do so many times before. I didn't even think about this being sex or even sexual in nature; it was just something I felt I should do, and felt right about doing.

Just about the time Dad started groaning, jerking, and squirting thick sticky gobs of white stuff in my mouth, down my throat, up my sinuses, and out my nostrils, Mom happened by from the kitchen and watched her little girl giving her husband quite a blow-job. She smiled proudly at the two of us, waited until Dad finished dumping his load in me, shook her head at her little girl taking care of her daddy like that, gave me and Dad a big grin, and then went back to her work; while Dad himself helped me clean up and get over the horrible sneezes I had from his baby-goo backing up my tonsils.

After that I was a bit more careful when sucking Dad off; being alert to the moment when Dad was about to cum; and closing off both windpipe and sinus by trying to actually *swallow* every drop, instead of accidentally *breathing* the sticky stuff. Often I'd wake up in the night, find Dad's prick poking me in the rear or even in the cunny; and turn over to suck him off so we could both sleep properly. Sometimes he would actually be asleep; and wake up to his little girl giving head; but usually he was well aware of the situation; even sliding his precum-dripping head in and out between my legs to warn me he'd make a mess of my cunny (and the bed too) if I or Mom didn't help out pretty quickly. So, I'd turn over, squinch down, and suck Dad off like the good little girl I was.

Mom would usually wake up (if she wasn't already) from the bed jiggling; and then watch carefully until Dad thrust hard in my mouth and ejaculated his seed right down my throat if we did it right. Sometimes though I'd just purse my lips around the swollen glans and have Dad squirt his baby-cream right in my mouth so I could taste it before swallowing heavily as I took every drop down in my tummy where it belonged. Mom would always watch until we finished; as if to be sure that Dad *did* dump every sticky drop in her little girl before turning over and going back to sleep.

Since Mom never objected, and rarely even said a word during these episodes; usually just smiling proudly at her oversexed husband and precocious little girl having oral sex; I guess I grew up thinking and even knowing that such things like sucking your father off and eventually even having full sexual intercourse with your own dad when you got big enough, were just things a little girl was expected to do; or at least wouldn't get in trouble for doing. For sure Dad seemed to like it well enough. It certainly never seemed *wrong* to me, even later on when in school they had all those silly lessons about "good touch" and "bad touch" and how wrong it was for you to let a man touch you in your privates. Actually, far from feeling bad or wrong, it felt... well, *natural* to suck off Dad; and eventually to have him suck my own horny little twat as well. After all, Dad wasn't just a "man" to me ... he was my *father*. Besides, Dad wasn't molesting *me*; I was sucking *him* off ... and yes, later having full vaginal sexual intercourse with him. So what? Big fucking deal ... Right?

As I said, neither Mom nor Dad seemed to see the slightest thing wrong with me sucking my father off, often two or three times a day ... So why should I?

I'd often come into the living-room where my parents were watching TV, see Dad sporting an erection, and if Mom didn't show signs of helping Dad out, I'd usually wander over and do the job for her. Oh, every once in a while Mom would actually *hint* that maybe I could help Dad out by sucking him off ... But never in so many words. I think, "Sherry? Could you take care of your father while I'm busy in the kitchen?" was about the closest she ever got to actually asking me to blow my father during those years ... But the same question got to have more meaning a few years later.

Usually, even if Mom *was* busy in the kitchen while I sucked Dad off, she'd peek around the corner and then often would *stay* watching until Dad finally unloaded in my mouth. Then Mom would go back to doing whatever in the kitchen while I licked and cleaned up the residue I'd missed when swallowing Dad's cum. After that, Dad and I would usually cuddle; often with his now limp and wilted prick snuggled right up next to my tiny cunny; still leaking tiny drips and drops of cum and smearing my crotch with baby-goo. No, Dad *never* tried to put even the tip inside me, nor even diddled my twat with his finger ... Even though I myself sometimes did, right there on his lap! How he ever resisted the temptation, I'll never know. It must have been incredibly erotic to see his little girl diddling her own tight little twat while she sat on his lap, sticky gray cum still dribbling from his prick and into the crease of that same tiny twatlet, right after that same little girl sucked hot sticky gobs of the same incestuous cum right down her eager little throat. To know his little girl could likely be inseminating herself with his incestuous baby-cream while squirming in his lap, must have been incredibly erotic to my father ... Especially knowing now about his fantasies about knobbing his own kids.

Still, the few times Dad *did* get another erection from such goings-on, either Mom would show up and take it in *her* mouth, up her own hairy twat, or I would squirm off Dad's lap and suck him off again ... usually while Mom watched to see if I properly drained him this time.

No, in all that time, from about two or three until five or six years old, I never once felt "used" and certainly not abused by sucking Dad off. In fact, he *never* asked me to do so; not even once. Oh, *Mom* hinted a few times that maybe I could "help Dad out"; but nobody, not even Mom, ever *told* me I had to put my mouth on my father's prick and get him to squirt hot sticky seed down my throat, any more than she had to tell Dad that I would probably appreciate his sticking his tongue up my own tight little twat and licking me off like he did Mom. All that stuff just came naturally to both of us. Dad would have a stiff prick; and I'd suck him off. I'd have an itchy twat; and Dad knew the cure for that, just like I did.

Sucking Dad off was all my own idea that I got from watching Mom and Dad making love ... Not just in bed, either; but on the couch, the floor, in the shower, on the kitchen table, and even one time out in the back yard. Thankfully though, we had a large hedge around most of it. Once I moved into their bed, neither Mom nor Dad hid their sexuality from me ... Which, quite naturally, led to me sharing mine with Dad too.

It must have been about two or three years after that day I wandered into the bathroom and ended up sucking Dad off that I found my father reading the paper in a kitchen chair; still sporting a morning hard-on. Only this time, instead of getting down on my hands-and-knees on the hard tile of the kitchen floor, I did what (again) seemed most natural: squatted a bit, waddled up to Dad, sat facing him on his lap, and fit the head of my father's prick into the tiny hole between my legs as I held myself open for him.

Mom came into the kitchen about then, caught her breath at the sight of her little girl taking the tip of her hubby's dong inside her twat, but didn't say a word otherwise; simply watching until Dad, by jerking his dong a bit, managed to unload what felt like pints of hot sticky baby-goo in my tiny slot. Surge after surge of sticky white seed spat into my tummy; with not a drop escaping until Dad finished, wilted, and a flood of baby-cream came out of my tiny hole in a rush. I *think* I was still a virgin even then; but of course, not for long. Mom just stood there and watched her husband inseminate their little girl, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, I *told* you my mom was a pervert. I found that out even more emphatically that night, or possibly a few nights later.

I'm not sure if I continued taking Dad's prick-head in me like that for several days, while also continuing to suck him off like I usually did, or, as I really suspect, it was that very night that things changed. Whatever. That night, several nights, or even several weeks later, what does it really matter?

Yeah, probably that same night, I was snuggled up between Dad and Mom, his prick poking me like it sometimes did, and I was about to turn over and suck my father off like I usually did, so we could both get to sleep, when Mom spoke up:

"Lift your leg, Hon," she told me; her voice coming thickly and as if she could barely talk. "Let Dad ...." She didn't complete the sentence.

Still, as said, I was a *good* girl; and fairly obedient. Besides, I really expected Mom to just reach over and suck Dad off like she often did ... only between my legs? That *was* a bit different.

Well, Mom *did* suck on Dad ... For about twenty seconds or so; getting his prick all slippery and even coaxing some pre-cum from the tip. Then:

"Here ... Push," she directed; aiming Dad's swollen dong up into the tight little slot between my legs where earlier that day I'd had the tip inside me at least once already.

So ... I did. Dad did too.

With a snapping sensation, an "Ow!" from me, and suddenly I was no longer a virgin as at least six inches of fatherly prick slid up inside my tight little baby-hole, where it was soon leaking precum and what would eventually be hot sticky gobs of my own father's sperm-laden semen into my tummy. God, did I feel stuffed.

Stuffed, but good. Just knowing I was taking my father's prick up inside my vagina like Mom did all the time made me rather proud. It was quite a rush knowing that from then on I'd be fucking my father just like a grownup did; taking his seed in my belly and draining his prostate into my womb just like my mother did.

Even, or possibly in spite of the slight pain of losing my virginity, I found myself clamping down around Dad's prick and milking it for every precious drop of his seed, like I hadn't even imagined I could do before having actual vaginal intercourse with my own father.

Dad couldn't take it. The eroticism of actually *fucking* his own baby girl was too much. With a groan he pushed in hard, bringing a yelp from me before he eased off. Then Dad held himself as deep in my body as he could without hurting me, and squirted gob after hot sticky gob of pearly white cum deep in my belly ... Just like he usually did about once a day or so with Mom.

I was *so* proud of myself for doing this; actually berating myself for not taking Dad's prick in my cunny days, weeks, months, or even years earlier. If I'd *known* how much Dad would enjoy it, I probably would; even if it hurt me far worse than that slight sting when it finally happened.

Mom, of course, lay there and watched her husband inseminate their little girl ,,, *properly* this time, with his prick embedded in my belly while he jerked, thrust, and jetted blob after hot sticky blob of incestuous cum deep in her little girl. She also seemed to be just as proud of Dad for inseminating me and me for draining Dad's cum into my belly, as I was for managing to take almost three-quarters of my dad's swollen and cum-spitting dong into my twat where it seemed like it had always belonged.

Well, after that, for the next few years, about ten or so, as you can imagine, Dad and I added full cum-squirting vaginal sexual intercourse to the almost daily blow-jobs he got from both me and Mom. Usually on the bed, but often on the couch, in the big easy-chair, bent over the table, the sink, or any handy flat surface, in the shower, on the floor, or any place two incestuous lovers can find to put their sexual apparatus together, we made love, we humped, we *fucked*, we had sex, sexual intercourse, baby-making, did the two-backed-beast, and any other way of two horny people having sex; with an adult man's cum-squirting dong buried to the hilt in his sexy little girl's milking, eager, and eventually even fertile young cunny.

Yes, buried to the hilt. It wasn't much more than a month after that first time that found me with Dad's swollen member as deep inside my belly as it would go, while Dad and I worked together to get each precious drop of sperm-filled semen out of his prostate and into my womb where it belonged. It's funny though: We never *ever* did anal-sex; nor was it ever suggested. In fact, it wasn't until I went off to college that I ever even learned there was such a thing.

So it continued for years; from about five or six and pre-school, to nine, ten, and even twelve years old; having full vaginal sexual intercourse with my own father without a care in the world except how much fun we could both have by putting our "naughty bits" together in as many ways, places, and times as we could improvise. All the while Mom watched her little girl and husband mating with this funny little smile on her face, as if she knew something that we didn't.

Well, as you can imagine, eventually the day came when I started bleeding. I'm not sure if it was Mom or the "Sex Education Class" down at school ... the same one warning me about people touching my "private parts", or Mom who warned me; but it wasn't a *complete* surprise when one day I found my panties all caked and brown when I came home from school that day; not from Dad's cum dripping out of me like usual, but from the bloody mess of having my first period.

Mom helped me clean up the mess, got me some pads and tampons, and made sure I understood this messy business would now happen about once a month, since I was now a "woman" and not just a "little girl" any more. For three days, and for the first time in *years*, Dad and I didn't have sex that day. Mom took over; explaining that the cramping and other stuff had to die down before we resumed.

It's funny but: Being all messy like that, I didn't even *miss* having Dad's prick inside me until it was almost all over. Geesh.

About four weeks later, it all happened again. What a mess.

THIS time though, Mom sat me down and explained that the messy stuff had a purpose: Each month my body "laid an egg" ... kind-of, anyway. This egg would slowly work its way down from my ovaries, into my womb ... and if not fertilized would then be washed out with the blood each month; thus announcing that I wasn't pregnant ... yet.

God ... To have to go through *that* mess each month, just for the privilege of being able to have a baby ... It almost wasn't worth it; and I told Mom so. She, of course, giggled and agreed ... almost.

It was three months *after* that, when I was in the middle of about my fourth period, with Dad on top of me in bed one morning, thrusting in and out before delivering his seed in my belly like he usually did, that Mom, instead of just watching like she usually did, started talking to me.

"Sherry?" she asked, "Do you remember what I told you about you producing an egg each month; and how if it wasn't fertilized you had a period, so you knew you weren't pregnant yet?"

I grunted as Dad suddenly shoved his prick up inside me HARD. It seemed this conversation had excited him like never before.

Mom took the grunt as some kind of agreement and continued, "Well," she explained, "In the thick white sticky stuff a man squirts inside a woman (Like Dad is about to do right now) there are millions of tiny black things called 'sperm'."

Again, I grunted as Dad held himself deep inside me. Vaguely I remembered something of this nature from school, so I managed to nod to Mom this time, as well as the grunt.

"If one of those sperm gets lucky and finds the egg inside a woman," she continued, "then they combine and start dividing. Eventually that combination implants in the woman's womb, and she has a baby that grows for several months inside her until she gives birth." Mom paused for a second while Dad gave one last thrust up deeper inside me than he'd ever gone before; jetting what felt like gallons of hot sticky seed inside my vagina, before finishing up: "That baby is part the woman, and part the man, but the child of both. For example: If you and your father made a baby together, you could have your own baby sister. Is that what you want?"

Oh God. Dad seemed to lose all control at this point; jamming his prick repeatedly to the hilt in my body as he emptied his prostate into my womb. I guess hearing Mom telling how he *might* be getting me pregnant with my own baby sister, yet another sexy young daughter fathered on his own little girl by him, was too exciting to Dad. I never did remember to answer my mother's question.

It took me almost three days to remember what Mom had been talking about and integrate it into my previous knowledge about sex, babies, human reproduction (from school) and biology classes. All that time Dad and I kept on having sex, just like we had for months and years previously. It took me almost a week or two later to realize this wasn't just something hypothetical, but something that applied to me *personally*.

Still, Mom never said anything after that first time. Specifically, she never asked nor volunteered to have me put on Birth-Control Pills, nor did she even *hint* that maybe Dad might use a condom. Not even a mention of anything like that, from sponges, diaphragms, condoms, or other methods of preventing unwanted pregnancy. After a month or two of completely unprotected sex through at least two more periods, I assumed that Mom *intended* me to have my own father's baby; so I stopped looking, waiting, or even expecting her to ever offer.

Well, you'd *expect* that with a normally fertile young woman (like me), and a provably virile man (like Dad) that I would have "caught" and had my own little baby brother or sister within a year ... Only I didn't.

Day after day, month after month, and year after year went by with me having daily unprotected sex with my dad; often several times a day; and not once did my period even come in late or spotty. I eventually decided that maybe Dad and I couldn't have children ... at least together anyway.

I'm not sure of the exact date; but it was about the same time I started periods that my Aunt Marie allowed her daughter Kathy to stay over with me one weekend. It couldn't have been *exactly* at that time though; as I was quite comfortable at the time having sex with Dad. I figure it must have been about when I was 11 or so; or possibly a few months before my first period. However it was in the summer; that I do remember; as we played outside wearing swimsuit on a slippery bit of plastic that we got wet out in the yard. You don't do things like that except when it's hot out.

So, Kathy stayed over with us that weekend. I think she expected to stay in my bedroom; perhaps sleeping in my bed with me. Only ... *My* bedroom back then was my parents' bedroom too; and I (as mentioned) slept with Mom and Dad in their bed.

Kathy didn't say a word; though she really *did* look surprised when she found out she was going to share a bed not only with me, but Mom and Dad too. Her eyes got *real* big when Dad started to get undressed alongside the bed after she, Mom, and I had all slid in together.

If I was about 11, then I suppose my little cousin must have been about ten; as she's not quite a year younger than I am; lacking perhaps two weeks from being a full year; with her birthday about twelve days after mine. Still, I gathered she knew quite a bit about sex for her age ... Not nearly as much as *I* did, of course; but then she wasn't having sex with her dad for years like I had.

If Kathy was surprised when Dad got into bed naked with us, while we were naked too, she was really taken-aback I guess when Dad climbed on top of me, fit his stiff prick into my still bare cunny-hole, and then slid in to the root before sliding in and out; *fucking* me right in front of her.

Like usual, Mom watched the whole thing from her side of the bed; not even commenting until she saw Dad finish up by ejaculating his cum deep inside me; jerking hot sticky wads of baby-goo deep inside my tummy like he usually did. I, of course, wasn't saying much either; just humping back at Dad as I took his seed in my belly; working against my father to extract every precious drop of family sperm my father had in him for me. I *liked* fucking Dad; and since it was so normal for us, I didn't see the slightest thing unusual about putting on a live sex-show for my innocent little cousin.

My parents, of course, did. Mom leaned over, and for the first time in weeks commented on Dad fucking me and dumping his wad in my womb. "That's a little unfair to Kathy," she somewhat scolded. "The girl is a *guest*, Tom. You should give the poor girl a little of what you just gave Sherry, don't you think?"

Dad somewhat groaned; but it was more a groan of agreement than anything else. So ... He pulled that long sticky, cum-smeared log out of my clasping baby-hole ... and shoved it into my cute little cousin before she really had a chance to object or say much more than, "Uncle Tom! I ... Uh ... I'm not ... I mean, I don't ... I've never ... Oh GOD, Uncle Tom; you're fucking me!" Well, of *course* Dad was fucking her. I mean, what did she *expect* when climbing into bed naked with an adult. You'd think she never had fucked her own dad before. Still, by the time my little cousin finished objecting, Dad had his prick buried to the hilt in her tight little box; and my cousin did, had, and *was* fucking. For the next ten minutes or so, Dad slid his cum-slippery prick in and out of my little cousin before stiffening on top of the girl and blowing wad after hot sticky wad of baby-goo deep in the kid's sexy young belly. Kathy was well and truly fucked.

After that, for most of the rest of the weekend Dad spent most of his time with his prick buried deep in my cousin's tight little twat; filling the kid's sexy little belly repeatedly with incestuous baby-cream; while pretty much neglecting Mom and me sexually. Dad fucked the kid on the bed, in the bathroom, sitting on his big easy-chair, on the living-room floor, and even once on the kitchen-table. Kathy never once objected ... Still, she didn't seem to enjoy it nearly as much as I did when Dad fucked me.

I always wonder what Dad's little sister *really* thought that Sunday night when she picked up her little girl; Kathy looking fairly disheveled from one last torrid fuck by Dad; her tiny pink panties clutched in one hand, her bag in the other, and sticky gray slime oozing out of her well-fucked little twat and running down both legs to soak into her white cotton socks.

Kathy never *did* spend the weekend or even a single night at our house after that; though (as far as I know anyway) nobody ever complained about Dad taking the kid's virginity and porking the hell out of the little girl for an entire weekend either; leaving what must have been pints of incestuous baby-goo in my little cousin's developing fertility that weekend.

A couple of months later, on my birthday or some other party, I did see Dad take my little cousin off to the bedroom, where I followed to watch Dad sink his prick inside the kid while she wrapped arms and legs around her uncle; pulling Dad deep into her body when he finally stiffened and blew his wad in the youngster. I turned and noticed Mom quietly smiling as she looked on past me; watching, as usual, to make sure Dad spilled all of his seed in the kid's belly before going back to attend to our other guests.

Over the next three or four years, this happened several times; not just when Kathy was visiting our house, but when we were all together at theirs or some other relative's house. Dad would take the kid into a back room, dump his wad in her twat, and then they'd both return separately as if they never had been together.

About three years later Kathy got pregnant. There was quite some discussion around the family as to who it was did the "dirty deed" of knobbing a little 13-year-old. I personally suspected it was the kid's father; by then likely fucking my sexy little cousin every day like Dad did with me. Of course, it could have been a boyfriend, or even one of our many male cousins who did the job. I don't *really* think it was Dad; even though his name probably should have been in the hat too; because I really don't remember Dad having a chance to pork the kid nine months earlier. We just didn't have all that many family get-togethers where Aunt Marie and Dad would be in the same house ... thus allowing Dad access to Kathy.

But, I suppose he could have done it anyway; especially considering Aunt Marie's seeming nonchalance when it came to seeing her big brother's seed drooling down her "innocent" little daughter's legs that evening when she picked the kid up from our house. I've always suspected that Dad got into his little sister's panties more than once before he married Mom ... and maybe even a few times after that, as well. Nobody ever *said* so, or at least not in so many words anyway; but my guess is that sometime he did.

About the only thing outside our usual sex with Dad and I fucking, usually at least once a day, and sometimes two or three times, where my sex-life changed from our usual routine, came when I was in the Junior Year of High-School, and Prom Night came around. About that time I'd picked up the obligatory "boyfriend"; even though we'd never yet had real sex together. Still, it wasn't fair (I figured) to "cheat" the poor guy, especially considering what Dad and I did every night, morning, and whenever else we could; so I got in the habit of giving John blow-jobs almost every time we went out on dates ... and one memorable occasion, I sucked the poor slob off *three* times in one afternoon; leaving my date completely drained. Well, it was fun. Not as *much* fun as actually fucking Dad was, but fun. Hell, I *like* getting a guy off with my mouth. Did when I was a little kid sucking Dad off, and still do.

However, Prom Night was coming up, Dad and Mom helped me pick out a simply *gorgeous* dress, and John showed up in a fancy rented car, a Tux, and a corsage that would choke a horse. He looked so damned *proud* to be escorting *me* to the prom; and had spent himself broke trying to make it a memorable occasion for me ... That I thought the guy *deserved* to have me make it equally memorable for *him*... and, as you can guess, I did.

Yeah, I fucked the guy. So, Big Deal, huh?

Only for *him*, it was a big deal. He acted like I was the Belle of the Ball that night; not even looking at other girls; just going gaga over seeing me ... in spite of three or four other girls with twice my looks. Oh, OK, I'm not ugly ... Quite good looking in fact, I have on good authority. But I'm no Homecoming Queen, nor ever hope to be. But John, for that night at least, treated me as if I made the real Homecoming Queen look like a dog.

So ... That night, I seduced *him*. Yeah, really. The guy was a clumsy Klutz when it came to sex, but not all that hard to seduce when I made it clear I was available ... then, at least.

So, John drove me across town in his fancy rented car, put the Motel bill on his credit-card, and we went inside and "did the nasty" for over two hours until he couldn't get it up even with my most energetic, sensual, and erotic blow-job and strip-tease. Still, he *did* manage to get off inside me three times ... Or, more correctly, about two and a half.

The guy was *so* sweet. He actually volunteered to wear a condom ... something not even Dad did. That made taking his seed in my belly all the more exciting; knowing the guy might actually succeed in planting a baby in my tummy where my father hadn't ... yet, that is.

When I told John it was OK for him to spill his seed in my body, not pull out, and not use a condom, you'd think he had won the lottery. "You mean it's OK?" he asked, incredulously. When I nodded, I think John then just assumed I was on the Pill and couldn't *get* pregnant. I did nothing to abuse him of that notion, either. I'm fairly sure that I actually got *his* "cherry" that day; even if he didn't get mine. A nice reward, I thought, for being so nice to me! Not every girl or boy is lucky enough to lose his/her virginity on Prom Night. I was happy to do that for John. All in all, a good time was had by both of us; with (as I said) him spilling his baby-goo in my tummy at the exact best time of month to knock me up ... while I actually wished each and every one of his tiny little wrigglers the best of luck. Yeah, I actually hoped he would knob me with his kid. Sadly, he didn't.

For two weeks after the Prom, I didn't see John. I think he might have been worried that he'd taken my virginity (fat chance) and didn't want to see him again. Only: I was waiting for something first.

About two weeks to the day later, I called John and told him, disappointedly, "I got it."

"Wha ... Is this Sherry?" he asked.

"Who else?" I giggled.

"I thought you weren't speaking to me for ... uh ... You know ... At the Motel that night. I'm sorry if I hurt you," he added in a mumble.

Oh damn ... The poor kid was *apologizing* for fucking me! I decided right then, that any guy who apologized for such a wonderful night, was *not* the man I wanted to spend my life with ... Nice as the kid was. Yeah, John was just a kid, when I compared him to a real *man* like Dad.

Still, better clear up the misconception: "Don't be silly," I replied, "I *loved* it ... It was wonderful, in fact. I was *hoping*," I added, "that you enjoyed it as much as I did."

John mumbled something that seemed to indicate he *had* enjoyed our little encounter very much.

"What I *called* you about, was to tell you that I got it," I repeated.

"Got what?"

"My *period*, you dummy! Geesh. I called to tell you that you didn't get me pregnant this time." I added under my breath a quiet, "Darn!" but John didn't hear that.

"Oh my god, Sherry, I'm SO sorry ... I didn't mean to... I mean, I thought you were on the Pill ... Oh damn. I'm SO happy you didn't get knocked-up ... Oh darn that doesn't sound right. Gee, can you ever forgive me for cumming in you like that? I should have had sense enough to use a condom." On and on the idiot went, bloody *apologizing* for taking the chance of getting me pregnant with his baby, when to me that had been the whole idea. I resolved right then to ditch the guy (nicely though). I didn't want to marry a guy who didn't want me to have his baby. No way; nice-guy or not.

So ... We slowly broke up. I gave him a few more blow-jobs, but we never had real sex again, and neither one of us even suggested that we do. A few months later I saw John with one of the prettier girls in Class, and about a year later they got married ... and yes, had kids together. I think they're even happy together. I hope so. John *was* a really nice guy; and the only guy other than my father to ever get inside me. On Prom Night, the Night of Dreams, no less. It still gives me cuddly and warm feelings to think that I took his cherry that night too. Something really nice to repay the guy for how nice he was to me. I like it when the books balance.

Dad and I continued having sex together for the next two years; yes, fully unprotected vaginal sexual intercourse often several times a day. Mom, as always, continued to watch and make sure Dad spilled his seed in my belly like a man is supposed to; never pulling out and "wasting it" when he could sperm my womb like men do when trying to impregnate their mates. I just assumed all this time that Mom *wanted* Dad to knock me up with his baby. Sadly, not even the slightest sign of a missing period though.

So, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was off to college I went. Sadly not a local college where Dad and I could continue our incestuous affair, but one more than 1000 miles away, where they could barely drive up over a four-day weekend, say "Hi" and "Goodbye", before heading back home. So, usually they didn't.

However, *I* took off over the Thanksgiving Holiday, spent two days at home getting my belly stuffed with Mom's turkey ... and two nights getting my hole stuffed with Dad's prick. Damn, but I missed that. Like always, Mom pretty much ignored the almost continuous orgy we put on during the Holiday; simply watching each mating to be sure Dad spent every drop of incestuous baby-goo as far up my needing little hole as the two of us could force his prick to go. Damn, was that fun. We must have fucked ten to a dozen times over that one weekend; not once bothering with oral sex like we usually did.

Christmas was pretty much a repeat of Thanksgiving; only there it was 12 days ... almost two whole weeks of uninterrupted sex and pigging out on my mother's cooking. As always, Mom just watched her mating husband and daughter to be sure he ejaculated his sperm up inside my womb where it might do some good. However, there was yet another difference between Thanksgiving and Christmas besides the usual presents, tree, and the longer holiday. I was a big distracted; because for the first time I'd missed my period. I was *hoping* this wasn't just the excitement of being home for the Holiday. It wasn't. It seems that while Mom was busy stuffing my tummy with turkey, Dad had been busy stuffing my tummy with his baby. I'm not sure which one I appreciated more ... probably the baby.

Two weeks after getting back to College I took a "Home Pregnancy Test"; and it turned out positive.

So, I called my parents and announced (with a bit of glee, I'll admit), "Mom ... I'm pregnant!"

Mom and Dad didn't seem to be the least bit surprised; though they did congratulate me ... and even (a big insultingly to my feelings at the time) asked me who the father was. When I told them in scalding tones that of course it was Dad's kid in my tummy, Mom apologized for both of them. They just had *thought* that a beautiful girl like me would have "hooked up" with one or more of the more handsome boys at College, and (considering my upbringing) likely be screwing the hell out of whatever kid or kids were lucky enough to get in my tight little panties. They never even thought I'd go all celibate on them once Dad wasn't there to fill my tummy with his prick every night and day and afternoon and ... Well, you get the picture. Only: I never even *thought* of doing that. It just didn't occur to me. Believe it or not.

So, that spring I slowly grew until my belly became quite noticeable just before graduating ceremonies; bringing considerable speculation as to which boy in College had managed to get in my panties ... Since it was obvious I wasn't dating anybody on a regular basis. I kept my mouth shut as to the father ... and this, surprisingly, gave me a rather good reputation.

That summer, about two weeks into my summer vacation, I had my first baby by Dad. We named her Marie; and that should have been that.

Oh, we resumed having sex; yes, full unprotected vaginal intercourse, about a month after I gave birth to Marie; but we really didn't expect me to get pregnant. After all, I hadn't in all the years *before* I went to college.

Only: wouldn't you guess it: For the *second* time when I came home for Christmas, I was already missing my period from having Dad knock me up during Thanksgiving. THIS was getting to be a pattern.

So, again, this time about a month after leaving on Summer Vacation, I had my *second* child by Dad. We named the boy, "Josh" for a distant but well-liked relative.

Next year I wasn't pregnant for Christmas, for whatever reason. I WAS pregnant however, by the time I got back to college; as Dad knobbed me for the *third* time over Christmas Vacation. Like I said, this was getting to be a pattern. I had Shelly (Everybody calls her "Shell".) in about the middle of July.

On my fourth and last year in college, you guessed it: I got another "Thanksgiving Surprise" from Dad in the tummy. Our fourth (and again last) daughter we named Lisa. Always did like that name.

It was a bit of a surprise, but not really a shock, when I came home with my sheepskin and a big belly with Lisa inside, and found Marie between our father's legs as he sat in that same old easy-chair; sucking our father off with almost as much gusto as I had when I was a kid. Geesh.

So it went with the two younger girls as well. At about three or four years old, Mom or I would find each younger girl with Dad's prick buried in her mouth; taking the thick, hard, hot, and gooey squirts of daddy-cum down her hardworking throat just like an adult ... Just like Mom and I did, and the kids I guess got the habit from watching us. As far as I know, Dad never once *asked* me or any one of our kids to suck him off, fuck him, or anything even vaguely like that. Each kid saw the joy their older siblings or grandmother got in doing what came naturally; making Dad feel good; and decided to do the same thing herself.

Yes, "herself". Josh never once seemed in the slightest interested in sucking Dad, me, Mom, or even his siblings off. However, *they* got great fun in sucking their brother off. Heck, once I saw all three girls having great fun taking turns sucking Josh's tiny little peter, I soon found myself doing the same thing; as the boy really enjoyed having his tiny pricklet in a girl's mouth (and later cunny), even if it would be years before he could squirt the thick heavy gobs of sperm-laden semen that would do the girls tight little vaginas some good, like their father did.

At about six, each girl did something similar to what I did at about that same age; spreading her tiny little cunny-lips and taking the glans of Dad's prick inside the entrance to her tiny little hole; even if she was too small to take the whole swollen member inside her body. Lisa however, started at only five; not wanting to be left out on what her big sisters were doing. Since she didn't seem to be hurt, even with that enormous head stretching her tight little hole, neither Mom nor I objected when we saw the kid squatting over Dad, the tip of his prick sticking up the child's tiny twat while his dong swelled, bulged, and then spat wad after hot sticky wad up inside our little girl's body, just like he did with her big sisters.

It took each girl somewhere between three or four months and a little over a year (for Lisa) before each child was taking her father's swollen and cum-spitting babymaker properly up inside her tight little baby-hole like a woman should. By the time each youngster started the third grade however, all three were taking Dad's prick all the way up inside their bodies like an adult; milking Dad's dong with the full length of their tight little cunnies for each precious drop of baby-goo our father could manufacture.

With all four of us girls and Mom also vying for Dad's seed in our tummies, very rarely indeed did Dad have left to squirt down our throats; even though we all like that almost as much. ;-{

Damn, is it sexy to see one of the girls, at ten, nine, eight, or even younger, taking her father's cum-engorged and semen-spitting prick deep inside her belly; milking her father's dong for each precious drop and squirt of baby-making seed his balls have manufactured over the previous hour or two. While not very likely that a kid that young could actually have her own father's baby, it's incredibly erotic to know that there really *is* a chance! Yeah, every month or so you hear about young girls eight or nine getting pregnant, and nine or ten having babies (though usually not by their own father). Then there was that little girl in Peru, I think, Lina Medina, who had a baby at only five, after starting menstruating and having "full adult sexual organs" at only three ... or something like that. Of course, none of the girls show any signs of such Precocious Puberty as they call it ... yet anyway. I daydream and always hope, of course. Such a delicious thought.

Which pretty much brings us almost up to date. Dad is fucking all five of us women: Mom, me, and our three daughters almost every day; and sometimes even more than once apiece. Where he gets the stamina, I don't know; but I've heard theories about harems and "The Coolidge Effect" where having sex with more than one woman gives a man more energy to have sex. Sounds circular in the argument; but it seems to work. I'm surely not complaining.

Only: About three months ago, Marie had her first period. Like Mom with me, I told our daughter about how her body was getting ready to have babies ... and yes, just last night, in the middle of her third period, I told our eldest daughter how Dad's cum squirting in her belly might be getting the kid pregnant with her own baby brother or sister... right while we were talking about it, and Dad was pumping hot sticky gobs of sperm-laden cum right into our horny little girl's sucking and fertile young womb.

GOD, was that a turn-on; knowing Dad was inseminating our little girl, cumming in her, and possibly even knobbing the kid with her own father's baby, right while telling the youngster it might be happening.

However, thinking about it afterwards made me wonder: WHY hadn't Dad gotten *me* pregnant in all those years I was going to grade-school and then high-school? I was obviously fertile enough; dad was virile enough; and most girls having unprotected vaginal sexual intercourse usually get pregnant within a year ... JUST like I did, when I went off to college! Something was suspicious! Yeah, Mom really *was* a pervert.

When I braced her with the question, Mom actually blushed, but she did answer honestly. Mom had *really* expected me to ask this question years earlier ... Like when I first got pregnant with Marie.

It seems that Mom was giving me birth-control pills all this time! Every day she'd hand me a vitamin-pill (Chewable "kid's" vitamins when I was younger) "to help me grow up". Only she'd also hand me a glass of juice, milk, or even water with a BC pill ground up and dissolved in it to "wash the vitamins down with." Really.

Only when I went off to college, I didn't *have* any birth-control pills to take. I even skipped the vitamins. Oh, Mom *tried*; but I was already fertile and ovulating by then; so the pills were too late getting into my system. That's why, every year for four years I had another kid by Dad ... but none since. Besides, Mom thought that having *four* kids by your own father was enough. Still, she handed *me* the box of pills, now that the cat was out of the bag (so to speak). It's now up to me, if Dad and I have any more kids. I haven't decided on that yet. At approaching thirty, maybe I am getting a bit old to have more kids ... and maybe not, too.

However, I'm NOT putting MY kids through what I went through. If any of the girls *asks* for birth-control, condoms, or any other such, then she'll get them; taking her down to the doctor to have the kid fitted for a diaphragm, if necessary. However, *I* am not going to be the one to suggest to any one of my daughters that she cheat either Dad or herself out of the extensive benefits of having fully unprotected sex with her own father by doing so. That would be pressuring the kid to take birth-control; and I don't think that's right. Look how Mom cheated *me*!

After all, isn't that the whole idea of a man having full vaginal sexual intercourse with his own daughters as early and often as possible? Why *else* should we have Dad fuck the girls, cum in them, and dump his sperm-laden seed deep in their tight little vaginas, cute little tummies, and sexy young wombs every day and even several times a day, if not to get the kids pregnant with his babies early and often like Voters in Chicago? If Dad does happen to get one or more of the kids pregnant with their own baby brothers or sisters at twelve, ten, nine, or (delicious thought) only eight years old like Lisa is right now, then isn't that the whole idea? My mother really was such a complete pervert; putting me on the pill at ten so I missed all those chances to have Dad's babies once I finally reached puberty.

Don't you agree?