We didn't quite start out as a Quiver Full family. John and I met in college. We were screwing each other in a matter of weeks. I knew it was wrong, so did John, but we were in love and knew we'd get married. Why wait?

We lived together for three years after college. We saved up to have a big wedding, buy a house and start a family. Zachary was born a year later. I was twenty-six.

We met some people from the movement when we were starting to talk about having a second one. They were our age and already had five kids. They talked about dedicating their lives to Christ and letting God control how many children they have. We had both come from religious families and felt there was something missing from our lives. They seemed so happy, especially the wife. She talked in glowing terms about how good her husband was to her; how she loved being able to stay home with her children. She didn't mind keeping house. She liked the feeling of being taken care of.

I didn't mind doing housework and didn't like my job that much. John and I read the books and studied the bible. We went to one of the seminars. That convinced us. I submitted to his will. About five months later, Martha was born.

We wet all the way in the movement. I stopped wearing pants and kept my head covered. We moved to a few acres out in the country where we could raise most of our food. We gave up most of our old friends and limited contact with our families. I was committed to homeschooling the kids.

I submitted to John's every whim. I cooked what he wanted. I cared for the house the way he liked. I even let him do most of the shopping. When he asked me to go without make-up, I agreed. When he asked me to stop shaving and cutting my hair, I agreed to that too. When he asked me to stop wearing underwear, I told myself I didn't mind.

We had four more children two years apart, Martha, Mary, Matthew and Peter. Then John decided that five was enough. He didn't get a vasectomy or start using condoms. He just stopped making love to me. This time I begged and pleaded. I liked being pregnant. I wanted more children. I really missed the sex. John was unmoved. He reminded me that I'd agreed to submit to his will. So I swallowed my disappointment and went on.

For five years I submitted without another word. Five years without a baby. Five years with no one suckling my breasts. Five years with very little sex. I cried when I was alone and prayed for just one more child.

Zach was just about to turn thirteen when I noticed he was starting to mature. It started one day as I was getting out of the shower. All I was wearing was my robe and towel over my hair. We stopped each other in the hall and stared at each other a moment. That afternoon, as I was teaching, I noticed his face was flushed. I checked to see if he had a temperature. He didn't. When I asked him if there was something wrong, he said there wasn't. I let it go.

A few days later, I saw him looking at me as he came in from his chores. This time I noticed the bulge in his pants. I was shocked! When had he grown up so much? Was he really watching me and was that why he was excited? I was repulsed, but I found myself getting excited too. It had been so long! I told myself to ignore it.

But how could I? We were together all day everyday. Every time I looked I could see the bulge in his pants. I asked John to get him another pair of jeans a couple of sizes bigger. He refused when I admitted they weren't worn out and he could still get in them. I closed my eyes and tried to bury my feelings.

The next time I told John that the kids needed new clothes, he only let me get two outfits for each of them. One for everyday and one for church. He said that things were tight just then. He wouldn't even let me buy them underwear.

Of course the kids complained. I took the heat and told them that we couldn't afford more right then. They were supposed to submit to me the same way I submitted to their father. I'd always treated them gently and explain why we did things. I promised I'd try to save some money back. That allowed them to put up with it.

But how could I? John provided me with all the money I had. He dictated what I buy and not buy. There wasn't a whole lot I could scrimp on.

In the meantime, I noticed stains on Zach's sheets. He was masturbating! I knew it was a sin and I should stop him. I also remembered from what I'd learned in college that it was perfectly natural. I said nothing, and I found myself masturbating when I woke up in the middle of the night and in the shower. John didn't notice.

Then one weekend John went out of town to visit his family saying his mother was sick. He went alone. He told Zach he was the man of the house while he was gone. That's where the trouble began.

Of course, without their father to help, the boy's Saturday chores took longer. I'd expected that, but then Matthew and Peter came in without their older brother.

"Where's your brother?" I asked.

"He said he'd finish up and for me to go in without him."

"It's not supposed to work that way."

"I know, but he said he was boss and I should do what he says."

"He's not the boss."

Matt shrugged. "Dad said that he's the man of the house."

That made me mad. "I'll just go straighten him out on that. Where is he?"

"He was cleaning the shed."

I marched toward the shed. I reconsidered before I reached it. John had called him the man of the house. Should I intervene or should I mind my own business? I got there before I could decide. Zach wasn't in the shed. I called his name. He didn't answer. I called his name again and still didn't get an answer. "Damnit, Zachary!" I said and turned to look for him.

I found him behind the shed - masturbating. I couldn't keep from gasping at seeing his manhood before he zipped up. It had been such a long time since I'd seen a hard on. I felt my face flush as I stammered a minute. Finally, I got the words out. "That's a sin Zachary. I've overlooked it before, but I can't when it's keeping you from your chores."

He wasn't repentant. "Taking the Lord's name in vain is a sin too. I won't tell Dad if you won't."

"Zachary! I don't bargain with you. You're my son."

"Dad said I was in charge. You should submit to me just like you'd submit to him."

I flushed. A year ago, I would have known that he was wrong, but John had changed in that time. Now I wasn't sure. "Then I ask your forgiveness, and I'll forgive you."

"And I forgive you." He said.

"Now that's settled. Finish your chores and come in."

He grabbed my arm. "I'll come in when I'm done. Just like Dad." He pulled me to him, and kissed me on the lips. "Just like Dad." He whispered.

"Zachary! I'm your mother!"

"I know. That makes this all the hotter." He wrapped an arm around me and held me. With the other hand he pulled up my skirts and grabbed my bare bottom. "I knew Dad didn't let you wear underwear. Let me see your tits."

I tried to pull away. "This is wrong, Zachary! It's such a sin!"

He kissed me again. "Submit to me as you would to Dad. You won't regret it."

He turned and pinned me against the shed. I knew I could fight him off, but did I really want to? Which would be more complicated? I knew I could never tell John. He'd never believe me. I let him kiss me again. "Just this once." I said, and unbuttoned my dress. He unzipped his pants while I did. I felt his manhood pressed against me while he played with my tits. He stopped and began to lift my skirts again. "God, Zach, no. I'm your mother."

He had my dress off my shoulders. "That's why I want to. You want to too. I can tell. When was the last time Dad touched you? It's been months. Hasn't it?"

He went to undo his belt. "No." I told him.

He slid a finger inside me. I couldn't help moaning. He went back to his belt. "No not like that you'll get your pants dirty." I told him.

He pulled back a moment. His eyes filled with confusion. I pushed my dress back up on my shoulders. Then I raised my skirts up over my waist and got down on all fours. "This way," I told him. "we won't get our clothes dirty."

He grinned and grabbed me by my hips and thrust into me.

That was all it took, as I knew it would. I could feel him shudder with his release and smiled. Then I shuddered too. I didn't cum, but I wanted to so badly. I straightened my clothes and hurried back to the house.

"I've straightened things out with your brother." I told Matthew and Peter. Then I went straight to the bathroom to wipe my son's cum out of me before it started to stink.

The rest of the day went normally. At least I think the other four kids thought so. I couldn't quite look Zachary in the eye and every time I looked at him he grinned. He did everything I asked him and backed me up when the other four wanted to argue about bedtime.

Bedtime came and I found myself contemplating what I'd done. What if I got pregnant? Would John realize it wasn't his? Could I convince him it was? Would he even believe I'd had sex with my own son? I barely believed it myself. In the end I masturbated myself to orgasm thinking of my own son. Then I convinced myself that it would never happen again and closed my eyes.

I managed to avoid him Sunday and he behaved himself around the other four. He applied himself to his lessons. He even helped me teach the younger ones without complaint. My period came and went. I sighed with relief.

But the genie had been let out of the bottle. I knew eventually we'd have time alone together and I knew that I wanted him to have me again. Worse. I knew that he knew. I could see it in his eyes. I was grateful that he shared his bedroom with Matthew and Peter, so I couldn't come to his bed. The again, if John went out of town again, what would stop him from coming to mine.

It took six weeks for John to visit his mother again. This time he took the girls. "With Mom being sick the house needs a good cleaning. They're old enough and you've taught them well enough. They'll know what to do."

I knew better than to complain. With their help, I could catch up with housework.

Again he called Zach the'man of the house.'

"Exactly what does that mean?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" John asked.

"Last time we had a little disagreement over what he was allowed to do."

He flushed. "You treat him as if it was me. Submit to him just as you do to me."

Zach smiled broadly. I knew what he had in mind and I found myself getting wet between my legs. John hadn't touched me in those six weeks.

As I expected, Zach came to my bed that night. He was brazen enough to stride into my bedroom without knocking. He didn't wear his pajamas either. "I want you naked." He said, climbing into bed with me. I let him help me take off my nightgown. He grabbed my tits and went to thrust into me. I pushed him away. "You know you have to submit." He told me.

"May I show you a few things?" I asked him. "It will make it more pleasurable for both of us."

He considered it a minute. "All right."

I didn't exactly suck him off. I didn't have to. I bent down and took his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. He came with a moan.

"Now you'll last." I told him. I laid back and spread my legs. "Now do the same to me." He hesitated. "It's how you please a woman. Learn what I have to teach you, and your wife will never want another man."

He realized that, right then, I did want another man - him. He didn't dive right in. He slowly started to lick me. First he just licked the outer lips. I reached down and spread them for him. He licked my inner labia and then the opening of my vagina. I guided him to my clitoris.

He stopped after a moment. "This is disgusting." He told me.

"Learn to like it. It will be easier for me to please you if you do."

He wasn't particularly gentle. He wasn't skilled, but he did an adequate job. After five minutes or so, I bit my lip as I came. "Now, I'm ready." I told him after I caught my breath.

I was wet with my juices as well as his saliva. He slammed into me and kept thrusting as hard as he could. I'd endure it. I told myself, but thanks to him cumming once already, I was able to cum again before he was done. He came with a grunt and a shudder. For a moment I thought his erection wouldn't go down. Then he collapse on top of me and I could feel him wilt inside me. I sighed and rolled him off of me.

"You need to go back to your own bed." I whispered to him.

"You can't tell me what to do."

"No, I can't, but what would your brothers say if they found us like this?"

With a growl he got up and staggered to his room. I started to get up to clean myself off. Then I realized I could just wash the sheets in the morning. I'd always liked the feel of semen inside me. I lay back and let it soak in; not considering that it might get me pregnant.

I was the first one up in the morning. I always was. I showered and let the boys sleep in until breakfast was ready. I didn't wash the sheets. I realized my son would come back to me that night. I got wet just thinking about it.

I wasn't expecting it when he found me mid morning. He boldly came into the kitchen, where I was fixing lunch and lifted the hem of my dress exposing my nakedness. "What about your brothers?" I asked.

"I have them keeping busy." He said undoing his belt. "They shouldn't be in until you call them for lunch. I felt his pants fall to the floor. I spread my legs and let him inside me. "Your already wet for me." He said. I could hear a touch of surprise in his voice.

"Yes, I need this too." I told him.

He undid the front of my dress and played with my breasts. In a few minutes he came with a grunt. He pulled up his pants and turned to leave. I grabbed his arm. "Tonight will have to be better." I told him.

He nodded with a look of lust in his eye and left. I went to the bathroom to wipe myself out.

I needn't have bothered. I don't think Matthew and Peter would have noticed as quick as they ate and went back outside to play. Zachary stayed in the kitchen. He kissed me and fondle my breasts. Then he unbuttoned my dress. I let it fall to the floor and stood naked in front of my son in broad daylight. He picked up my dress and I allowed him to lead me back to my bedroom. To my surprise and delight, he licked me to orgasm again before he entered me and filled me with his seed. When he was done he mumbled the word "Chores." And was gone.

I knew I was pregnant that night. Whether I caught after the first time or sometime that Saturday, I knew as I lay fingering myself to my third orgasm that my son had made me pregnant. My one fear was what to tell my husband. I hoped he would forget how long and how careful he'd been. I fell asleep trying not to worry.

Sunday, I drove the four of us to the Morton's for church. There are three families that get together to worship. At one time, it had been five, but with nearly thirty children, and counting, by the five families we'd been forced to divide up. We still tried to keep in contact through emails and phone calls.

It was a good service. I felt renewed and refreshed by the singing and the reading from the bible. Zach kept looking at me, but, in the presence of the holy spirit, I could ignore him. Mr. Morton preached on Sarah and Abraham. Then he said we should all strive to be like them. He gave me a pointed look. I had the smallest family, by one child and it had been the longest between my pregnancies. I started to cry at the unfairness of it all. I was quickly enveloped in the loving arms of the other woman assuring me that I would soon have more children. How little did they know.

Sunday was a day of rest and reflection. We usually kept to the chores that had to be done. Still, I had to do laundry. It wouldn't do to have my husband smell sex in our bedroom. I was just getting them off the line when they got home.

He gave me a surprised look, but he didn't get the chance to say anything. The girls rushed past, excited to tell me about going to Sunday school at their Grandparent's church. They helped me fix supper and we settled in to an evening of exchanging news of our two days apart. It was the longest the girls had ever been away from home. They'd obviously had enjoyed themselves.

John solved my problems that night. He made love to me as throughly as he had when we were first dating. I reveled in it. In exchange for how well he'd treated me the night before, I woke him with oral sex in the morning. Then I showered and started my day.

Zach tried to find time make love to me during the week, but with the other four children around, it just wasn't possible. Oh, how it felt though to have him touch me. I felt like I stayed wet between my legs my nipples stayed erect all day. Zach noticed. He grinned at me and gave me air kisses anytime the other four had their back turned. Even when John came home, he still was bold enough to caress my arms, to rub my back and my bottom. I shuddered at his touch.

Then, Saturday night, I woke up in the middle of the night. I headed toward the boys room, just to look in on the. Zach was up. He met me in the doorway. He kissed me and I couldn't stop him. I returned his tongue with mine. We rubbed each other's backs, I rubbed his chest as he played with my breasts. He went to take off my nightgown and I finally stopped him.

"No. We'll get caught." I whispered.

"The bathroom." He whispered back.

I shook my head. He heard one of his sisters moan in her sleep before he could complain.

He caressed me again and reached for my womanhood. Reluctantly, I pushed him away.

"Downstairs." He suggested.

I shook my head again. "The smell. Your father would know by the smell."

He frowned and put my hands on his erect manhood. It was throbbing in my hand. I knew his need was greater than mine. I did lead him downstairs. I let him take off my nightgown and I stripped off his pajamas and sat him on the couch. I got between his legs and put his cock in my mouth.

He gave me a surprised look. "You really like doing that?"

"I like pleasing your father any way I can," I told him. "and now it will please you too."

In minutes I had him moaning. He pushed my head deeper onto his manhood. I'd never learned how to deep throat a cock. I started to gag and pulled back. "Not too hard." I told him.

He was very enthusiastic. I had to stop several more times to keep from gagging. Eventually, I could feel the size of his cock increase. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I pumped him with my hands. I grinned as I felt him pulse and heard him groan louder. I felt his semen squirt into my mouth. I swallowed and hummed, in part to give him the extra sensation, in part simply because I liked swallowing it. He gasped for breath.

I left him there. I put on my nightgown, wiped my lips and gave him a brief kiss. Then I scampered up the stairs and back to my husband's bed.

I think Zach waited for me every night after that. I know that, every time I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he was there. The first couple of times I sucked him off as I had that first night. After that, I made him pleasure me as often as I pleasured him. I could tell he still didn't like it, but he knew it was the only way to get me to pleasure him, so he did.

It was another six weeks before John went to visit his mother again. Zach had the hem of my dress over my back and his cock back inside me almost as soon as the van was out of the driveway. He told the boys to go clean the shed and then proceeded to have his way with me. I headed to the bathroom to wipe his spend out of me. He stopped me.

"I like the smell on you." He told me.

"Your brothers..."

"Will be too tired to notice by the time I'm done with them."

"Don't you dare mistreat them." I told him.

"I could, but I won't. I promise." He said and was back outside. I don't know all of what he had them do, but shed was clean and freshly painted when they were done. Matthew and Peter were both so tired that they could barely eat. "You shouldn't be so hard on them." I told him, but I couldn't help feeling prickles of excitement all up and down my body at the thought of what was to come.

He didn't bother with his pajamas that night. He came to my bed naked and practically tore my nightgown off of me. "Don't put it on at all tomorrow night." He told me.

"As long as we don't get caught." Was all I said.

I knew eventually I wouldn't be able to hide how much I was looking forward to his usurpation of his fathers place, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. I found myself quietly asking him to thrust into me harder and deeper that night. He grinned and complied.

He only let me shower in the morning, after I pointed out there was no way his brothers wouldn't notice the smell. He didn't shower himself or make his brothers bathe. He had me again after breakfast. "I should make you go naked." He told me as we dressed.

I pretended indifference. "What would your brothers say?"

"They might think it was funny."

I felt the hair rising on my arms. I'd be humiliated. "What would your father say if he found out?"

He shrugged. "Maybe I'll talk to him." He said.

I knew his father would never agree. It would end up with all of us being naked, and he wouldn't want the girls to see his manhood. I wouldn't want them to either. At least I thought I wouldn't.

Matthew and Peter went out to play right after lunch. I caught myself starting to undo my dress before my son asked me to.

He noticed. "Admit it." He told me. "You enjoy this as much as I do."

I pulled away. "You're thirteen. It's all new to you. You're enjoying this far more than I am."

He smiled and pulled me to him. "But you're enjoying it too."

"And what if I am?"

"Then we need to do it more often."

By then my dress was on the kitchen floor. I didn't answer.

I followed his bidding and went to bed naked that night. I'd never slept naked in my life. It made me feel uncomfortable, at first. Then I found myself becoming aroused as I waited for my son. I found doing something new for him thrilling. Then I put my head in my hands. This was my son! I was already pregnant. How much more could I debase myself?

He found me crying. "Mom! What's wrong?"

"What do you think? I'm sinning with my own son!"

He held me. That made me start sobbing. "We can't do this Zachary. We'll get caught. It'll ruin both of our lives."

"Do you really want to stop?" He asked.

I wanted to say'yes,' but I found myself shaking my head. "That's what has me like this. I know I should, but I like it more and more each time you touch me."

He hugged me close from behind. Then he reached up and caressed my breasts. "Yes." I whispered. I lay down for him and let him have his way with me. He made love to me three times that night and I came every time. I woke in the dawn, showered and sent him to his room to shower and get ready for church.

Church that day was at the Pryer's. Mark is a good man, but he's not a very good preacher. I didn't sleep through the service, (With two active boys, how could I?) but I didn't give it my full attention. It did't help that my son was behind me with his erection pressing against my behind.

We didn't get a chance to do anything about it. I'd no sooner gotten the boys out of their good clothes when the phone rang. It was John, of course, letting me know he was on the way home. How could he know that Zach was undressing me while we spoke?

He was naked. "We can't." I told him.

He was surprised. "You have to submit to me!"

"Your father will be here in about twenty minutes."

He practically snarled with frustration. "What do I need to do to help?"

I was grateful that he asked. Still, I knew what his father would say. "Nothing. Your place isn't to do housework."

"My place should be in bed with you."

Half an hour later my husband and girls were home and I had dinner on the table. Life was normal. Only my son and I knew it wasn't.

We met in the living room three nights that week and three more the next. The fear of getting caught was the only thing that kept me from having my son fill me on the couch or on the floor or on the dining table even. I had to admit that I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

In between, we hosted church. John was a good preacher. He did a good job of leading the service and I stood beside him playing the humble wife.

Two weeks after the last time, John went back to his mother's with the girls. Zach just grinned. Again, he shooed the younger two out to play and had me naked in the kitchen. He filled me and went on his way. I went to the bathroom.

He slept in my bed that night. We made love three times. I liked it. He made me orgasm every time. Thankfully, I still woke up in time to get breakfast ready before Matthew and Peter woke up. We only made love once that afternoon. There just weren't that many things left for the boys to do.

He ate me that night to start our love making. I sighed when I came and held him close. I still hadn't had my cycle and it had been two months. I decided to let him know first. "I'm pregnant." I said as he entered me.

"You're sure?" I nodded. "Is it mine?"

I laughed. "After all the time you've spent in my bed, what do you think?" I felt him get harder inside me. "You like that?"

"Yeah, Mom. I want to have your baby. I want to have lots of babies with you."

A damn burst inside me. "Oh, that's what I want! I've always wanted a big family. Five just isn't enough. I want you to give me more."

He thrust in me hard and then harder still. Then he stopped. "What about Dad?"

"This time we're covered. I don't know about next time."

"You really want a next time?"

"Yes, Son, I do." I held him tight a moment. "Now love me like you never have before."

He kept me up all night that night. I don't know how many times he was inside me. I don't know how may orgasms I had. I just know that, at dawn, he staggered to his bed and I staggered to the shower. I got the three of them to doing chores and told them that I felt sick, and went back to bed.

Mercifully, Zach was just as tired as I was. He didn't look for sex that day. We did have sex that night at after we got the boys to bed, and then in the morning before I got a shower.

John was home only a little after we got home from church. Again the girls were happy and talkative. John looked tired. I waited until bedtime to talk to him.

"I'm pregnant."

"What! How?"

"I've missed my period for the last two months." I said, hoping he'd remember the last time we'd made love himself. He did. He slapped his head. "I did. Didn't I?"

"It's not something bad, John. I wanted more children, and we promised each other we'd let God decide how big a family we should have."

I could tell he was angry for a moment. Then he sighed. "We did. Didn't we? You haven't gotten a pregnancy test have you?"

I shook my head. "I haven't found any money to."

"Then you need to make a doctor's appointment."

I kissed him. "Thank you."

He kissed me back. The kiss lingered. I could feel him becoming aroused. I smiled. He stopped as quickly as he started. He rolled over. I did too and tried to sleep.

The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. That changed things with John. He was having sex with me every couple of nights, again. Apparently, since I was already pregnant, he didn't have to worry about restraining himself. I was grateful for it, and hoped that it would keep Zach from coming to find me.

A week later though, John was off to see his mother, and Zach was undressing me before the car was down the block. I started to say something, but realized, for him, nothing had really changed. He still was a sexually needy young man, and I was still required to submit to his needs.

I was ashamed to find that I still responded to his advances. His touch aroused me. My nipples got hard. My vagina began to moisten. He caressed my breasts and I found myself running my hands over his chest. He grabbed my behind and I grabbed his. He touched me between my legs. I grabbed his manhood.

"I'm gonna cum." He said.

I couldn't afford to have his spend all over my clothes, so I kneeled down and took him in my mouth. It only took a moment for him to empty himself into my mouth. I licked my lips and stood back up. I let him lead me to my bed. I told myself I had no choice, but at the same time I knew I didn't really mind.

I'd forgotten how much longer he'd last after he'd already orgasmed once. We almost got caught. Matthew and Peter came in clamoring for dinner as we were catching our breaths. Zach hurried downstairs and had them wash their hands, while I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little. I grabbed hot dogs and a can of beans from the cabinet. The boys all cheered. Hot dogs were a treat, even to Zach. So there was no complaint or question about where we'd been.

If anything, nearly getting caught made Zach more amorous that night. He was already dripping before he could get me undressed and he came before I was barely aroused. It didn't matter. His manhood was erect again in minutes and he more than satisfied me before he came again. It had been a long day for him too. He slept after that. I wrapped an arm around him as if he was his father and I slept too.

Again, he kept the boys busy with chores Saturday morning. He had me in the kitchen right after breakfast. I hadn't showered and the younger two didn't say anything. I showered after that, and got to the business of cleaning the house. I found myself rubbing my belly as I did. Oh! I loved being pregnant again.

I wondered, as we made love that afternoon while the boys played, what kind of chances I was willing to take. I wasn't changing the bedding before John and the girls got home. Now I'd gone without a shower first thing in the morning and the boys hadn't noticed. I knew that Zach wanted me to go without a shower all together. I wouldn't do that, but would I let him shower with me? We could do that in the morning before the boys got up. I found myself nearly cumming as I thought about it.

We did it the next morning. He got the boys up as he was drying his hair. I was dressed, downstairs and making breakfast as they came into the kitchen. Zach kissed me on the cheek as we sat down. I was leaking at the thought of what we'd done. It looked like he was too.

It was back to the Morton's for church that Sunday. I wanted to tell them all the good news, but I knew I should leave that until John was there. Mr. Morton preached on Paul's admonition for the wife to submit to her husband. I saw his wife blush, and wondered what kind of trouble they might be having.

John visited his mother every other week for the next six weeks. I felt uneasy about it, (He'd never been close to his mother in all the time we'd known each other.) but he said she was sick, so I calmed my doubts. We told the children I was pregnant that Sunday night and announced at church that next Sunday. While John was gone, things continued apace between me and Zach. I had no morning sickness, like I'd had with Mary. there was no reason for us not to.

Then John's mother died. He'd never let me know she had been so sick, but maybe he hadn't known. I comforted my children at the loss of their Grandmother and I tried to comfort John. He had no tears for her, that I saw. I knew he wasn't an unfeeling man. I wondered what was going on inside of him.

John arranged the funeral for his father. I helped where I could. We had a viewing at there church and a graveside service. Afterwards, we had a memorial reception at his Father's house. I cooked and served and listened to all her friends. I was starting to show now. There were lots of comments about new life and how it would be a shame for her not to meet all her grandchildren. "And great grandchildren." I couldn't help adding as I thought of the baby inside me.

I wondered what I'd do with my son after that. How would we be able to get back together? How would I be able to give him more than a good blow job? I didn't have an answer. He asked me the same questions a few nights later as I met him on the couch.

"We have to be able to get together sometime." He said.

I sighed. "I don't know when. I'll miss this too."

"Let's do it now."

"You know we can't. I can't go back to bed with cum inside me. Your father will know what we've been doing."

Still, Friday, I couldn't help myself. I left them out of their lessons early and sent them all out to play. Zach stayed behind. I didn't let him strip me naked, but I lifted them hem off my dress and undid his pants. "Fuck me son." I told him. "I want to feel your cock in my cunt."

I surprised myself. I hadn't used such filthy words since I was in college, but I needed to now. It showed how bad I needed to be fucked. Yes,'fucked.' I wanted wild wonton sex. I wanted to feel his skin slapping against mine. I wanted to be able to cry out with pleasure.

Of course I didn't. It was just a quickie. In minutes he was cumming. I gave a brief shudder of pleasure and sighed. Reluctantly, I went to clean up, while he went out to play with the others.

Three weeks after the funeral, John took the girls to his fathers to clean. This time I was a little suspicious. Couldn't the old man hire somebody and let us live our lives in peace? I knew there was no peace though. I wanted Zach. He wanted me. We had only been able to get together for more than oral sex one other time without making the other kids suspicious. We wanted more much more.

As before, the boys were out playing before John could get down the long driveway. This time, I led Zach up to my room. This time I stripped him before he could get me undressed. This time I told him to'fuck my cunt.' I felt dirty for using those words, and I found I liked it.

I didn't bother to shower that night or the next. I knew I smelled vaguely of sex, and I didn't care. The boys didn't say anything, but why should they? I didn't reek. It was another turn on for Zach. That was all I needed to know.

Three weeks later, John took the girls to his father's again. Then another three weeks after that. That little voice in the back of my head tried to tell me there was something wrong. I didn't care. I was too busy enjoying the sex with my son.

That third weekend Mary came into the house crying. I was surprised. She'd liked going to her grandparents. Her and Martha had both been making friends, I thought. Then I remembered that she hadn't been happy the last time they'd come home. I'd been to involved with other things to notice. John tried to stop me, but I rushed up to her room.

She was crying into her pillow. "Mary, what's wrong. Is your father punishing you for something?"

She shook her head.

"Did you and your sister have a fight?"

She shook her head again.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Daddy doesn't love me the way he loves Martha!" She wailed. She flung herself into my arms and started crying afresh, leaving me to wonder what she could possibly mean.

I didn't get the chance to ask. John was up before I had the chance, with Martha. He had the girls change and asked me about supper. I went downstairs, though I didn't need to get anything stated yet.

It took me three days before I could talk to Mary in private again. I let Martha go out to play and told Mary to stay behind. i caught her sister and brothers smirking as the went out the back door.

"Momma, what did I do?" She started to ask.

"Nothing." I told her. "I wanted to know what you meant when you said that your Father doesn't love you the way he loves your sister?"

She sniffed. "I saw her coming out of the bedroom where Daddy slept Saturday morning. I asked her what she was doing, and she said that she was loving Daddy. I asked her what she meant and she said she wasn't supposed to tell." She sniffed again. "I asked Daddy."

"What did he say?"

"He got mad at first and asked me what Martha said. After I told him, he just said that I was too little." She started crying again. "It's not fair!" She wailed. "She gets to do everything first!"

I gave her a hug. "She's older. It's the privilege she gets for helping look after you and your brothers."

"She doesn't do that much."

"She does enough." I told her. I was thinking furiously. "Now, go play."

"Wait." I said as she got to the screen door. "Did she smell funny?"

"What?"

"When she came out of the room where Daddy was sleeping, did she smell funny?"

"I didn't notice?' I frowned. "I'm sorry. Was it important?" "Probably not." I told her and waved her out the door.

It gave me a lot to think about. Could John be having sex with Martha? I didn't want to believe it, but that's what it looked like from what he sister said.

I went downstairs to be with Zach that night. I let him eat my cunt and I sucked him off. I was tempted to let him fuck me, but I told myself not quite yet. I wanted to be sure, before I did.

Before I did anything else, I tested John. I put tampons on the store list the next time he went to get groceries. Martha had been having her period for about three months. She needed them, but I wanted to see if John would react to having them on the list. He didn't say anything. He didn't blink. He came back with a box without a word.

Then, I waited'til the next time they went to his father's. It was another two weeks. I took Mary aside and told her to see if Martha was sleeping with her Father.

"And if she smells funny?"

"Exactly."

Zach had me naked, down on my hands and knees as soon as John was down the street. This time I fucked him back. I didn't want to believe that John could be fucking his eleven year old daughter, but that's what it looked liked from what Mary was saying. If it was true, I had no reason not to enjoy every minute I could with my thirteen year old son. I was even tempted to show him about anal intercourse, but I thought that might be going to far. I enjoyed what we had and wished I could let my emotions carry me away.

When they came back Sunday afternoon, Mary was eager to talk. Again, we didn't get the chance. Martha came upstairs with her, and John had me get back to housework before they could get unpacked. I bristled just a little at having to unpack John's clothes. I checked for semen stains. I didn't find anything. If they were having sex they were being very careful.

It was Wednesday before I got a chance to be alone with Martha. She was eager to talk. "Daddy and Martha were alone again."

"So what happened?" I asked.

"She didn't go to sleep together. I pretended to be asleep to see what would happen and she fell asleep before I did."

"So how do you know they were together?"

"Saturday morning she was coming back to the bedroom when I got up. I think she smelled funny too, but she went right to get a shower."

I kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you for telling me."

"I'm not getting Martha in trouble am I?"

"We'll see."

"Please, Momma, I don't want her to get in trouble. She'll get mad at me."

"It's your father that has to worry about being in trouble."

She started to cry. "But I don't want him to be in trouble either. I just want him to love me the way he loves Martha."

"Oh, Honey! Daddy's right. You are too little."

The tears started again. "It's not fair!"

"I promise I'll see what I can do. It might not..." I realized I didn't want to explain anymore until I was sure. "I'll see what I can do."

She dried her eyes. "Okay."

"Now go get your sister and we'll make some cookies."

She brightened at that and ran out to find her sister.

Friday's I usually let them play right after lunch. I pretended Martha needed some extra work and kept her in.

"Mom, what do I need to work on? I thought I was doing fine."

I hesitated for just a second. "I need to talk to you about the lessons your Father is giving you."

Her mouth wouldn't work for a second. "What lesson's?"

"The lessons he's giving you in bed."

"He... he's not giving me any lessons. I swear."

"Your sister says..."

"Mary doesn't know what she's talking about."

"She says she saw you coming back to bed Saturday morning."

"I went to the bathroom."

"And then went right back to take a shower. I don't think so. What's this different way of loving you that she's talking about?"

"I'm not supposed to tell."

"Martha, I'm your mother. We're not supposed to have any secrets from each other."

" But Daddy said..."

"Then let me tell you what's going on. All you have to do is say yes or no."

She shifted nervously. "All right."

"You get into bed with him."

"Yes."

"He makes you take off your night gown."

"Yes."

He touches you."

"Yes."

"All over."

She nodded.

"Your breasts."

She nodded again.

"Even between your legs."

She nodded again. She was starting to cry.

"He makes you touch him too."

"Yes." She whispered.

"He's naked too."

"Yes."

"He makes you play with him until he squirts white st... ooze."

"No."

I closed my eyes. I'd wondered how far he was going. Now I was starting to be dread the answer. "Does he kiss you between your legs?"

"Yes."

"It feels good."

"Yes! It does!"

"At least you've got that."

"He makes it all feel good, Momma. I don't mind. Please don't make us stop!"

"There's more?"

"Uh huh."

"He puts his penis inside you?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh God! He cums inside of you?"

"That's what he calls it."

"God! Does he know that you could get pregnant?"

"I could have a baby?"

"Yes! You could have a baby!"

She started to cry. "I... I... I..."

I held her tight. "I know. I know. We'll figure this out. I promise."

"Please don't be mad."

"I promise that I'm not mad at you." I helped her dry her tears. "Now go play."

She stopped at the screen door. "It really does feel good."

"I know." I said. I waved her out the door.

A part of me wanted to go find Zach and screw him. That part of me didn't care if Mary or his brothers saw. That part of me wanted revenge. There was another part of me though that wanted to protect me little girl - that wanted this to stop before she did get pregnant.

Then the logical part of me kicked in. Could I really stop her? She'd already tasted the forbidden fruit. If I stopped her from screwing her father, wouldn't she just go to Zach or Matthew, or find one of the boys down the road? Wouldn't the best thing be to get her on birth control?

The baby in my belly stirred. No, I didn't want her on birth control. It was wrong, and it would serve her father right to get her pregnant!

I looked out the window to where my five children were playing. I knew what I was going to do.

I confronted John that night. "I know your sleeping with Martha." I told him. He hesitated. "She gets in bed with me. That's all."

"Then why don't you let Mary join you?"

He stammered a moment. "There's not enough room."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to let Mary sleep with you? She's younger."

Again he stammered.

"I know John! I know everything! Do you realize you could make her pregnant?"

He paled. "I..."

"I'm pregnant! Who do you think those tampons you brought home were for?"

"I didn't..."

"Good God, John! Your own daughter!"

"How long, John?"

"How long?"

"Yes! How long? Since before I was pregnant?"

"Yes."

"She's our little girl. How could you?"

He flushed. "I'm the man here. What I say goes. You promised to honor and obey me."

"Not in this! You know I could send you to jail?"

"You wouldn't. You couldn't. How would you support the kids?"

"I'd find a way. Welfare if I had to."

"Please don't. I swear. I'll stop."

"I don't want you too."

"What?"

"I want you to keep fucking Martha. I want you to fuck Mary too."

"You want...? How could you think of something like that? You're their mother!"

"I'm a mother who wants more children - and grandchildren. I want you to knock up both our girls until they're tired of having your kids."

"You insane!"

"No, I'm not. I'm think I'm thinking clearly for the first time in years."

"Why would you want me to get Martha - and Mary - pregnant?"

"First, because I think they'd want you to." I rubbed my belly. "Second, because this is Zach's baby. Not yours."

Now he was mad. "You slut!"

"You told him he was man of the house. You said I should obey him just as if it was you. You let him take your place while you were gone. He took your place in bed too."

"I didn't mean for him to do that! You knew that!"

"Did I? Did you honor me; making me go without sex; making the children go without underwear; making them go without new clothes?"

"I..."

"I did what you told me to do. Zach told me to fuck him. I did."

"That wasn't what I meant! You know that!"

"No, I didn't know. When you wouldn't let me get clothes for the kids I didn't know what to think anymore." He just glared at me. "Admit it, John. You were thinking of sleeping with Martha all the way back then."

He hung his head and mumbled something.

"So this is how it's going to be..."

"You don't get to tell me what to do."

"You'll do as I say, or we'll both go to jail and our six children will go to foster care."

He looked into my eyes. "You'd do it. You'd send me to jail wouldn't you?"

"I don't want too. I just want my way on this."

"Which is?"

"From now on you sleep with the girls. You can even use our bed. I want you to fuck them both and keep them fucked and pregnant..."

"Not Mary. She's too little."

"Yes, Mary too! She's dying to know what you two have been up to. You can at least show her what you two have been doing and let her decide if she's ready. You can eat her out too. You know she'll love that." "And what about you?"

"I want children with Zach - and Matthew and Peter, when the time comes.

"You're insane."

"No, I'm not, and you'll agree with me, because you want to fuck our daughters as much as I want to fuck our sons."

He flushed. This time, I could tell it was arousal. "All right, I do, but I want to change some other things too."

"You're the head of the household. If I get my way about having more children, you can have whatever you want." I told him. I meant it too.

The next night, I watched while John ate Mary's tight little cunt. Then he let her climb on his cock and see if she was big enough to take it inside her. She grunted and groaned and she howled when he went through her cherry, but she took all of his cock inside her and was thrilled to have his cum inside her just like her sister did.

From then on Martha and Mary slept in main bedroom with their father. I took over their bedroom for me and Zach, so we could let Matthew and Peter sleep in peace.

A few nights later, I took Matthew and Peter into bed with us and taught them how to fuck. They were too little too cum, but they could get hard ons, like I knew they could. I showed them how to fuck and to suck cunt and encouraged them to practice on their sister when they went out to play. I even showed all three boys how to ass fuck me; something I didn't particularly like with their father's big cock, but enjoyed with their smaller ones.

John did want to make some changes. He decided he was tired of church and we stopped going. He asked me and the kids to go naked. I suggested that we stop bathing everyday too. He seemed to like the idea. So we tried it.

Three weeks later Adam and Rachel Morton came over Sunday to see why we had stopped going to church with them. I was in the kitchen naked when they came to the open front door. I had Zach's cum running down my legs and hadn't had a shower in a week so I reeked. They didn't stay when I didn't bother to cover up. Thank God they didn't see the kids playing naked in the backyard. Both the girls were fucking at the time and neither had had a bath in a week.

Nine years have passed since Zach made me pregnant. Anne is eight now. I've had two more children since: Philip is five and Ruth it three. Martha has had five children: Andrew is eight; Judith is six; Simon is four; Sarah is two and Bartholomew is one. Mary has had four children: Esther is six; Thaddeus is four; Naomi is three; Leah is one and she's pregnant again.

I've just stopped nursing. I loved it. Being pregnant or nursing or both over the last nine years was great. I've had two babies on my breasts at least once a day most days for eight years.

Martha is in college now and says that five is enough for her, at least until Andrew can make her pregnant.

Mary is the real slut. She doesn't know which of her brothers or father is the father of any of her children. She says she doesn't care. She says she doesn't care about college either and wants to keep having babies with her father, brothers, sons and grandsons until she's too old to get pregnant any more. She loves every thing about having babies. She's even fucked the family dog.

In our own way John and I are proud of Mary. She's taking the quiverfull ideal to an extreme, but that's not much more that what I expected when we started. See we're still a quiverfull family. We've just become a quiverfull family for incest.