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Subject: {ASSM} :*NEW*: TALLTALE.TXT "Tall Tales Night" (bbbg/Mg/Mgg, incest, cons, pedo, preg)
Date: Wed,  6 Aug 2003 17:10:03 -0400
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                      Tall Tales Night
                       An Erotic Story
     
     "It's *my* turn?  Are you sure?"
     A chorus of agreements.
     "Well, if you say so.  That story your father told,
will be hard to top, but if you all insist."
     "OK.  But the story I have to tell involves sex ...
LOTS of sex, and ...."
     "Mom!  We're BIG girls now."
     "Yeah, Mom."
     "OK."  <Sigh.>  "You girls do grow up so fast.  Still,
I was a lot younger than you when ... But that's part of my
story."
     "Mom!"
     "OK.  OK.  I'll get to it.  Now I want you all to
understand this story I'm about to tell is God's own truth.
If there's anything that seems a little out-of-order, it's
probably because of my poor memory after all these years.
I'm telling the story as I remember it, not necessarily
exactly as it happened."
     |Whispered:| >"Why do all really *big* lies start out
with the teller saying, `It's God's own truth?"<
     "Marie!  Who's telling this lie, you or me?"
     "Sorry Mom."  <Giggle.>
     
     "I don't really remember the first time I had sex.  Mom
had me sleeping with my brothers since long before I even
remember.  Since later-on Mom usually moved the babies out
of cribs when they were about three years old, I assume she
moved me into the bedroom with Danny, Tim, and Bill when I
was about that old myself.  I never did ask her.
     "I never did have my own bed when sleeping at home.  In
the bedroom I shared with my three big brothers, there were
two `standard' full-sized beds, and none of them were
assigned to any one of us.  The first to head for bed would
just pick a bed each night, and then the other three would
pile in to whatever space was left.  Usually the bed and
side near the window was preferred ... unless it was in the
winter, when the opposite bed and side near the heater was
the one wanted.
     <Gasp.>   >"Shhhhh!<
     "Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I
had sex with my brothers.  It seemed like I was always doing
it.  From what I gathered later from the boys, I was
probably sucking all three of them off from the time I was
three years old or even younger; and they were making ME
"feel good" by licking me "down there", feeling me up,
rubbing my chest and body, and probably poking fingers up my
crack too.  I certainly don't remember ever having a
virginity to lose, let alone any pain or problems losing it.
     "One of my earliest memories of anything sexual was
lying on some flat surface ... It could have been one of the
beds, the couch, or even the kitchen table with something
soft on it, while kissing one of the boys (I think it was
Bill, but it could have been any one of them.) and feeling
his thick finger going in and out of my body while I lifted
my bum to get it farther inside me. What was special about
that particular moment I guess, was looking up and seeing my
mother watching.  At first I was a bit scared she might make
my brother stop ... but when Momma didn't say anything, I
went back to enjoying what we were doing.  And that's *all*
I remember of that.  I'm not sure how old I was then ... It
could have been quite a while after I'd already started
having sex; but near as I can figure, it was probably when I
was about four years old.  For sure it wasn't the first time
for me, as it seemed so *normal* to be kissing one of my
brothers while he finger-fucked me; forcing his thick finger
all the way to the hilt in my body while I squirmed and
tried to get it even deeper inside me.
     "Four years old, and already enjoying what today would
be called `being molested.'  Molested or not, I certainly
never thought of it that way.  `Molesting', to me, implies
forcing unwanted sexual attention on somebody younger than
you.  For sure it wasn't exactly `unwanted' sexual
attention, as I remember chasing my big brothers around, far
more often than they ever came to me.
     "Even later, when I was six and past, and we were
having regular sexual intercourse several times a day, it
was more ME going after one of the boys and trying to get
him to pork me than any of them trying to seduce his little
sister.  I didn't NEED seducing.  I was `ready' almost all
the time; and even the few times I wasn't, it was easy for
the boys to talk me into helping them get off ... because I
knew full well it would be ME begging one of THEM to get me
off in an hour or two ... and turn-about *is* fair play.
     "Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I
had sex.  I was probably sucking the boys off (and having
THEM suck ME off) since I was about three or so.  I'm not
sure when we first attempted vaginal intercourse; but I
assume the boys had been jacking off in me for months, if
not years, before one of them (probably Danny or Bill) got
first the head of his prick inside me, and then later the
whole thing.
     "Whatever.  In any case, I'm pretty sure all three boys
were not only fucking me like a grownup, but ejaculating
sperm all the way up inside my little vagina by the time I
was six and Billy was ten.  Well ... OK ... Maybe Bill
*didn't* actually cum in me until he was 11 or 12 ... but he
sure liked porking me at least as much as our big brothers
did.
     "At that time, I wasn't really aware of `having sex' as
something special.  It was just something the boys and I DID
every day.  I assumed everybody else did the same as I did;
waking up next to one of my brothers, sometimes with his
prick still inside me from the night before, feeling his
prick going in and out of my body, sometimes while lying
side-by-side, sometimes with my big brother on top of me,
and sometimes with me on top; forcing my brother's penis as
deep inside my body as I could get it to go, while shivering
and enjoying his prick jerking and squirting inside me.  All
the while we were making love (and believe it or not, that's
what it was) our other two brothers would usually be
watching, sometimes patiently, sometimes not, for `their
turn' with their little sister.  I *LIKED* being the center
of attention.  Besides, it felt so good that I never wanted
to stop; while the boys usually gave out after about two or
three times in the morning.
     "During the day (except on Sundays) it was usually
harder for us to find time to fuck properly ... not that we
all didn't try.  Sometimes it was all we could do for just
*one* of the boys and me to get together for a quick suck.
A bit frustrating for me; but quite a few times I remember
us having a quick rendezvous in the shed, bathroom, or even
bedroom for a quick feel and then having Danny, Bill, or Tim
jerking his cum into my mouth, while I tried not to get it
on my dress and make a mess."
     
     "Ick."
     "You didn't swallow his ... Ick."
     "Have YOU ever tried it?"
     "Oh, GROSS, no way!"
     "Don't knock it until you have."
     "But Mom!  All the girls I know spit ... Oops."
     "Hmm?  So you know several girls who give blow-jobs?"
     "Dad!  I wasn't supposed to tell.
     "How about you girls?  Have any of you?"
     "Um ...."
     "I see.  And have any of the boys cum in your mouths?"
     ......
     "Well, like I said, don't knock it until you've tried
it."
     "But Mom, it tastes like snot!"
     "Oh ... you *have* tried it.  I suppose you've just
spat it out without really tasting it, from what you say."
<Sigh.>  "I guess that's what happens when your father and I
neglect your sex education.  Here I *expected* them to teach
you kids about sex in school."
     "Mom!  They don't teach SEX in school!"
     "They don't?  Then what was all that hoorah about sex-
education in the PTO meeting a year or so ago.  Well, never
mind.  I'm supposed to be telling a story."
     "Yeah ... WHAT a story."
     "Shuddup, BirdBrain.  I wanna' hear what happened
next."
     
     "Well, contrary to what YOU kids think, cum doesn't
taste all that bad.  In fact, it's kinda' good, once you get
used to the stickiness of it.  In a way, it's kinda' like
oatmeal ... not exactly what you'd choose for breakfast,
given a choice, but good in a sticky-sweet bland kind of
way.  I don't remember even thinking about *not* swallowing
my brothers' cum, once one of them squirted in my mouth.  It
would have been like spitting up cereal once you put the
spoon in your mouth.  I wasn't one to go licking up every
stray drop when they squirted it elsewhere; it just seemed
natural to swallow it when they ejaculated in my mouth.
Some girls, I understand, like the taste of semen so much
they go chasing it.  `Cum Guzzlers' or `Semen Freaks' I
think they're called.  Ask your father.  As I remember, Dan
had a girlfriend once ...."
     
     "You're never going to let me forget Shirley, are you."
     "Do you WANT to forget Shirley?"
     "Uh ...."
     "I thought not."
     
     "Anyway, I remember once, it must have been when I was
about seven or maybe a bit older, when Mom barged in on the
four of us one morning, when I was doing my best to bring
all three boys off at one.  Bill was lying on the bed; and I
was doing a sit-down rhumba on top of him, while Danny was
trying to keep his prick buried in my behind while I
squirmed on our little brother.  In the meantime I was
sucking Tim off in a menage that must have been quite erotic
for Momma to see.
     "I'm not sure how long she stood there watching; but
when I became aware our mother was looking at the four of us
making love together, I suddenly began jerking, shaking, and
clenching my vagina and ass around the two younger boys as I
got off.  It was only Tim's prick in my mouth ... and my not
wanting to bite it off ... that kept me from wailing and
yelling how good it felt.
     "I guess that got Danny and Bill off.  It took me about
another three minutes though to Make Tim squirt in my mouth.
I was almost ready to fuck him instead, when I felt him get
big and then thick gooey squirts filled my mouth so full it
was all I could do to keep up with him by swallowing as fast
as I could.
     "Once it was over and the four of us collapsed in a
heap on the bed, with Bill and Danny's sperm leaking in
white streams from my slightly sore asshole and overused
little cunny, I looked around and Momma was gone.  She never
said a word about it.
     "It couldn't have been much longer after that ...
shortly after I turned eight years old, I think ... that I
found myself in my mother and father's bed, with Momma
reaching down between my legs and directing Daddy's prick up
inside my body for the first time, as he snuggled up to me
from behind.
     "No, I didn't even *think* of objecting.  Why should I?
If Daddy wanted to use my body to jack-off into, like the
boys did every night and several times a day, then why not?
*I* certainly didn't mind, as long as Momma didn't either.
Even though the boys had pretty well stretched me out
(especially Tim) it still was quite a stretch for me to take
Daddy's prick inside me.  It took Daddy about three slides
before we both lubricated enough for him to fit all the way
inside me, and then I felt stuffed like a turkey at
Thanksgiving.  Good-stuffed ... the way you feel so nicely
full at Thanksgiving dinner from knowing you et too much,
but not wanting to have missed a single bite.  That kind of
comfortable stuffed feeling, at the same time enjoying
family around you who are all feeling just as good and full
as you are.  It was like that, lying in Daddy's arms, his
thick prick buried all the way up in my belly, knowing Momma
and Daddy loved me enough to share their love with me in the
best way possible ... the way I'd only been allowed to share
with the boys up until now.
     "I guess Momma and Daddy didn't want to take the chance
on hurting me before then.  For sure Daddy's prick would
probably have split me wide open if I'd tried to fit it
inside me earlier.  And don't ask me why I never thought of
making love to Daddy before that night.  I guess it just
never occurred to me, just like it doesn't seem to have
occurred to either one of you two girls to have sex with
Dan, no matter how much you both would have enjoyed making
love to your father.  Whatever.
     "Anyway, it must have been even more exciting for Daddy
than it was to me; as it didn't take more than about three
slides in and out before Daddy was jerking and squirting his
thick heavy cum in my belly; forcing his prick as far up
inside me as the two of us working together could get it to
go.
     "Once Momma saw Daddy had finished jerking his cum in
my body and she was sure her husband's seed was safely into
her daughter's belly; his sperm oozing into my womb where it
belonged, she turned over and went to sleep ... Though how
she managed that without at least jacking off herself, I'll
never know.  A few minutes later Daddy was also snoring; his
prick still holding his cum bottled up in my vagina like a
cork.
     "It took a bit longer for me to fall asleep.  After
all, it isn't ever night that a girl gets to fuck her own
father for the first time; having full vaginal sexual
intercourse with first her daddy's prick and then his cum
inside her belly.  I felt my cunny clamping and squeezing
and milking Daddy's prick for each precious drop for almost
a half hour, until it stiffened just a bit inside me; making
Daddy snuggle up closer and send another wonderful half-inch
inside my tummy where it felt like it had belonged forever.
     "Two times that night I woke up to feeling Daddy
sliding in and out before jerking yet another heavy load of
cum inside me.  I think maybe he even dumped a load inside
me while I was sleeping; but I was so full of prick and
sticky goo anyway, that I couldn't be sure.  Once, I was
fairly sure I saw Momma's eyes watching me as Daddy jerked
and squirted yet another thick gob of goo up my tummy, but
again I can't be sure.
     "In the morning Daddy got on top of me and fucked me
`missionary style' while Momma was in the bathroom taking
her morning shower.  Momma got back just as Daddy finished;
pulling out and leaving me lying there, legs lewdly spread,
and thick white gobs of incestuous goo pulsing out of my
vagina.  For some reason I felt more embarrassed at lying
there open like that with my father's gooey seed oozing from
between my widespread legs than having Daddy on top of me
jerking his sperm into my developing womb while Momma
watched her husband breeding their daughter like a dog
breeding a bitch that just happens to be one he'd fathered
on his own mother.  Not, mind you, that I'm suggesting any
such relationship between Momma and Daddy.  People who raise
dogs for puppies often breed mother-to-son or father-to-
daughter to help get or keep desired characteristics.
Whatever.  In any case, it was all I could do to stagger off
to the bathroom, wipe up a bit, and then head down the hall
to climb in bed with Tim ... just in time to be there when
the boys woke up and needed sex with their little sister.
     "Somehow that morning seemed extra special; and I kept
working on each of my brothers until all three of them
couldn't get it up.  Mike and Tim managed three times
apiece, while Danny somehow squeaked at least four shots of
cum into my body.  God, was that fun.
     "After that, Daddy became just one more of the boys
that I fucked.  Only every two or three weeks would I end up
in bed between my parents like that first time; and then
Daddy would usually only fuck me once at night and once in
the morning like the boys usually did.  But even when I
didn't sleep with them, I would usually head down the hall
. sometimes after doing the boys, and sometimes before ...
climb into bed with my parents and have Daddy stick his
prick inside me and then slide in and out until his sperm
was squirting in thick white gooey jets into my waiting
womb.  Then I'd go back down to our bedroom and climb back
in bed with the boys who were almost always waiting for me
by then ... and we'd then do either seconds or firsts, or
sometimes even thirds and fourths until all four of us were
satisfied and my body was covered with and soaked inside
with what seemed like several cups of family cum.  Mike,
Tim, and Danny would sometimes rub my body down with the
thick gooey stuff squirted on my body and leaking from my
cunny (and sometimes my ass too); rubbing it in until my
skin glowed and they had once again let me know just how
sexy and wonderful they found their little sister, and how
much they all appreciated making love with me.
     "After that, it was no longer strange to find me in the
house, sitting on my father's lap, his prick buried to the
hilt in my body, while we both watched television.  The boys
and I tried this a few times; but it never seemed to work
out as well as it did with Daddy.  Once this was started, we
no longer seemed so shy about having sex around the house;
so Momma would often walk in on two, three, four, or
sometimes all five of us (Me, Daddy, Tim, Danny, and Bill)
making love together or separately.  I think I became
vaguely aware that sometimes two or three of my brothers
(and later even Daddy too) would end up together when I
wasn't available; and it was shortly after that, that I
found myself making love to Daddy while Momma cooed and
encouraged us; feeling up my body just like one of the boys
usually did.  When Momma stroked and then licked my clit
while Daddy was jerking his cum in my belly one day ...
Well, it became yet another part of sex to be looked-forward-
to.  One day I woke up to feeling Momma's tongue tickling my
little puss, while her hairy vagina was about six inches
away from my face and ... Well, soon my mother was as much a
part of my sex life as Daddy or any of the boys.
     "No ... Momma never ASKED me to lick her twat ... But
with her doing such a good job on mine, how could I resist
wanting to make her feel as good as she was making me feel?
While I'll never be a lesbian, there's something to be said
about making love to your own mother ... and father too.
     "I had my first period a few months before my tenth
birthday, when I was still nine years old.  Momma told me
not to worry about it ... That she'd explain later ... and
she did.
     "About a week after my tenth birthday, and about two
after my third period, Momma called the whole family
together in the big bedroom where she had me lie on the bed,
Daddy get on top of me, and then she showed all of us how
babies were made by having Daddy fuck me, cum in me, and
ejaculate his sperm in my womb.  All the time Daddy was
sliding in and out, Momma was telling us about how my body
made eggs each month, and if they got fertilized the eggs
*might* develop into a baby boy or baby girl that would be
part of me and part of whoever it was put his seed in my
tummy.  Then, when Daddy was cumming inside me, she told us
all how Daddy was putting his sperm in my tummy, and how if
we were both lucky, I *could* be having my own little
brother or sister in about nine months.
     "Afterwards, Momma had each one of the boys get on top
of me and *try* to get me pregnant, so we all knew what it
was like to make a baby.  That we had already been trying
for months and years, was ignored.  This was the first time
any of us (except possibly Tim) had known the chance we were
taking.
     "After that, for almost a month, there was far more
frantic sex going on, as all three of my brothers tried
desperately to be the first one to father a child on me ...
and I worked equally hard with all three of then (and Daddy
too) to achieve the same result.  Then things calmed down
when my periods kept coming around regular as clockwork, and
Momma told us that with me having almost continuous sexual
intercourse with all four men in the house, my chances were
actually *less* than if I was just fucking one of the boys.
     "Only ... How could I neglect any of the boys, or even
Daddy, no matter how much I was turned-on by the idea of
having my own baby.  Seeing even one of them with a hard-on
meant for me was enough to make my panties all wet.  I never
could resist one of my brothers (or Daddy either) when I
knew I was turning one of them on.
     "Fun as it was fucking the boys two or three times a
day, apiece, and sometimes four or five times if I could
talk them into it (I got pretty good at talking Danny and
Tim into screwing me in the afternoons, let alone at night
after we all went to bed.) it's nothing like fucking Daddy.
There's something about having your own father as a lover,
feeling his prick stretching your vagina, his breath panting
in your ear, his penis sliding in and out of your body and
then swelling and spurting thick heavy gobs of potent seed
at your uterus that just can't be appreciated by somebody
who hasn't made love to her own male parent at least once.
It's too bad every girl doesn't get to feel her father
pumping his baby-juice into her belly at least once.
     
     >"Do you think Mom means ...."<
     >"Shhh!  Let Mom tell the story."<
     
     "Oh, I don't mean ANY father should rape his little
girl, or even that Moms should encourage their daughters to
seduce their husbands.  It's just that there's something
extra special for a girl to feel her own father fucking her,
sliding his prick up in her belly, and trying to get her
pregnant with his baby by flooding her womb with squirt
after thick sticky squirt, and jet after gooey jet of his
sperm.  Girls who haven't felt this wonderful thing not only
haven't known the true love a father has for his little
girl, but obviously haven't shown their father how much they
truly love him ... by pulling him into their bodies when his
prick swells and belches his baby-making seed into their
developing fertilities.  Maybe most girls shouldn't actually
have their own father's babies ... But I think it's a damned
shame that most girls never even get to feel their father
TRY to get them pregnant.  I swore than none of my girls
would ever miss out on that wonderful experience once they
reached puberty, and so far, none have.
     "So it went for about the next two years.  I got most
of my sex from my brothers, but enough from Daddy to know
the idea of knobbing his own kid wasn't exactly a turn-off
for him.  Mom usually saw to it that Daddy and I managed at
least one get-together a week; and often three or four
times.  Knowing Daddy was *trying* to get me pregnant each
time, was such a thrill, I can't really describe.
     "It was shortly after I reached puberty, but quite a
while before I developed much in the breast or pussy-hair
department, that Momma started arranging for "babysitting"
with me and Grandpa.
     "I never met my grandfather on my father's side ... or
if I did, I was too young to remember it.  But Grandma and
Grandpa had been part of my life ever since I could
remember.  But it wasn't until about six months after
Grandma died that Grandpa became part of my sexual life as
well.
     "It's funny, but I honestly *don't* remember it ever
starting.  It just seemed that when I was about ten and a
half I found myself being left off at Grandpa's house every
day, and about two hours later Momma would pick me up,
clutching my panties in one hand, and Grandpa's thick seed
dripping from my vagina clear down to my socks.  I don't
remember a first time, or ever even being *asked*.  It just
was something Grandpa and I did ... just like with my
brothers.  Momma would drop me off in the afternoon to `take
a nap with Grandpa' and I'd be inside the door, shedding my
clothes, before Momma got the car fully started.  About two
minutes later Grandpa would join me in bed, his thick prick
poking up my behind and between my legs ... and we'd nap
together.
     "Sometimes we'd nap with his prick actually stuck up
inside me; but not usually.  About an hour or a little more
later I'd wake up with Grandpa's "afternoon wood" poking
between my legs, I'd fit it inside me, and we'd both enjoy a
nice afternoon fuck for a deliciously long time.  Grandpa
often took well over half an hour before squirting inside
me.  While not quite as prolific as Tim or Daddy, my
grandfather always did have a decent amount of thick gooey
sperm to squirt inside me.  Well, after all, Grandpa wasn't
all THAT old back then.
     "After we both got off, Grandpa would fix a light snack
while I got into my dress and shoes ... picking up my
panties ... and we'd sit at the table snacking until Momma
arrived to pick me up.  Not once did Momma ever say a word
about her father wearing nothing but a robe with his cum-
dripping penis still oozing sperm, or my vagina leaving wet
smears on the wooden chairs and dripping her father's seed
all the way out to the car and oozing yet more cum onto the
towel she always had waiting there for me to sit on, so it
didn't soak into the upholstery.  Oh, once or twice maybe,
when she got there a bit early, and I just got out of the
bedroom while still dripping thick gooey gobs of cum down
both legs, Momma asked something like, "Did you take care of
your grandfather?" or something like that, and I'd always
answer back, "Yes, Momma.  I took *real* good care of
Grandpa."  And I had.
     "It wasn't until I was about twelve years old that
Momma had Daddy get me pregnant for the first time.  Momma
had Daddy take me on a business-trip with him (and to an
amusement park at the same time) so it would *just* be Daddy
and me having sex while I was between periods and fertile.
     "God, was that wonderful.  Not just the amusement park,
where we spent three whole days, nor even the sex, though
that was good too.  I missed Bill, Danny and Tim a little
bit, but not too much, since Daddy and I were busy most of
the time.  When not in the park itself, we were driving back
and forth to the park, and when not doing either one or
eating or any of the other things you do on a trip, we were
in the motel room making love.
     It was just like my honeymoon years later with your
father, Dan.  Only THIS honeymoon was with my own father.
While Daddy rented a room with two queen sized beds each
night, we only slept in the one.  Daddy was mine, and I was
Daddy's little girl to love, hold, and make-love-to for nine
glorious days.  Daddy all to myself, and me all for Daddy.
And each time we made love, it was as if we were celebrating
a sacrament of being married together.  And, just like if we
*were* married, each night we put our sex parts together and
tried our best to make a new life, just like married couples
are supposed to do.
     There's something incredibly wonderful about making
love to your own father that no girl who hasn't done it will
ever fully appreciate.  To feel your father, the man you've
loved all your life and who has loved you since before you
were born, crawl between your outspread legs and poke his
swollen member into the secret spot between those legs where
babies are made ....
     It just passes description.  Feeling your own father
sliding his penis in and out of your body, then him jerking
and thrusting into you, while you jerk and moan and squeeze
his wonderful penis; milking it for the precious seed you
know he has inside.  Then feeling your father jerk and push;
knowing he's ejaculating his sperm up inside your uterus,
actually *trying* to get you pregnant with his baby, while
your fucking becomes slick and wet with his spending inside
you ... It's something no little girl should be forced to go
without.  I swore then that no girl-child of mine would miss
out on what I felt then.  There's just *nothing* like
feeling your own father pumping his sperm in your belly;
trying to get you pregnant with your own little brother or
sister.
     "Wonder-of-wonders, it worked; and I missed my period
just barely three months after my twelfth birthday.
     "At first, being pregnant was fun.  My body developed,
my boobs grew to three times their original size, my vagina
got almost as furry as Momma's, and boys *other* than my own
brothers started noticing me.  It was like I was suddenly a
princess.  Having your own father's baby growing inside you
is something I can honestly recommend to every little girl
. IF you can get your parents to go for it like I did.
     "Once we knew I was pregnant, it seemed everybody in
the family, from the boys to Grandpa and Daddy, even Momma,
wanted to fuck me more than ever.  I was in hog-heaven for
horny little girls.  Momma took pictures of my expanding
belly over the next few months ... and even private ones for
just the family with a Polaroid Camera, showing me fucking,
sucking, and having full vaginal intercourse with each one,
all the time my belly grew from a "normal" flat little tummy
of a 12-year-old to beachball size, then watermelon size,
and then to the fully enormous 9-month-pregnant belly of a
teenager.
     "Well ... almost teenager anyway.  I gave birth to my
little sister Alicia just barely a week before my thirteenth
birthday, so I guess you could still call me a preteen even
then.  While being pregnant AT FIRST was something fun, the
later stages were quite wearing.  Carrying around almost
thirty extra pounds, for a girl who is normally not even 100
pounds herself, is quite a load.  By the time Alicia was
due, I was almost ready to cut the poor kid out myself.  My
back ached, my kidneys felt like they were going to split
from peeing all the time, and I could barely stand upright.
Thank God I didn't have to stand up to have sex.
     "I don't remember much about giving birth ... thank
Goodness.  I remember the pains starting Sunday evening, and
then getting sharper and sharper until we knew this was the
`real thing' by midnight.  Why do babies always seem to come
in the middle of the night?  After that, a hurried rush to
the hospital with the pains getting worse and worse ... and
then suddenly waking up with a VERY sore tush and somebody
handing me a pink, wet, and red-headed bundle that suddenly
soothed everything into feeling just right.  Such a *little*
thing, only seven pounds, eight ounces, to have given me
that enormous belly.
     "It took almost three days of trying before `Licia was
sucking normally, but from then on the kid grew like a weed.
All of my daughters, including you two, were happy healthy
kids, with only a slight ear-infection or mild cold to worry
me or my parents.
     "After that, Momma had Tim get me pregnant about 8
months later ... Just about the time I got my figure back.
Then Mom had each of my other two brothers `do the job'
after that, about a year apart, so I'd be `finished' having
kids before I started college.  I had a final baby (your
great-aunt Shelly) by Grandpa when I was eighteen, and about
six months before I met your father Dan.  Your father never
knew that all the "little sisters" I had were actually all
kids of mine ... only one, the oldest, actually being a true
"sister" of mine by my own father.  I never told him until
about three months before we got married.  For some reason,
it never bothered him to know that Daddy had fathered my own
little sister on me when I was younger than you are ...
well, younger than Marie is, anyway.
     "Eventually, when Momma died, Daddy ended up marrying
my little sister Alicia, Each of the boys ended up marrying
his own daughter by me ... and Grandpa, while he hasn't
married Aunt Shelly *yet*, already has two kids by her, and
they're hoping a third one is on the way.  Tim, Danny, and
Bill each have one kid each, while Alicia and Daddy have
produced yet another baby-sister, and another little girl
almost due any day now.
     "So that's *my* story ... and as I said in the
beginning, it's God's own Truth."
     
     "Har, har HAR!"
     "Oh, Mom ... that SO rich!"
     "Mom wins!  Mom wins!  Ain't NOBODY going to top THAT
story, whaddya' say?"
     "Definitely, Mom's the winner."
     <Snicker.>  "God's own Truth, indeed."
     "Yeah, I wonder why all tall tales start that way?  As
if ...."
     "Yeah ... When you hear somebody say that, you just
*know* it's going to be the biggest tall tale of all."
     <Snort!>
     "How about some hot chocolate.  All these stories make
me a little bit pecky."
     "Or peckery."  <Giggle.>  "Like that part about Mom
sucking her own brothers off since she was three.  Gawd."
     <Snicker.>
     
     "Mmmm ... Good."
     "Yeah.  Say, Mom?"
     "Mmmm?"
     "Since you don't seem to have *that* much objection to
incest ... Well, not as much as some people do anyway.  None
of the other moms *I* know of would ever tell such a tale
anyway ... Gawd, Grandpa marrying his own
daughter/granddaughter by his own kid.  It almost seems
real."
     "So ... what's your question?  You seemed to have
dropped it somewhere."
     "Well ... If you don't mind incest *that* much, what
would you say if you came in one day and found me and Dad on
the bed, my legs wrapped around him and Dad's prick buried
to the hilt in my body ... just the way you said you used to
go to bed with *your* father in that story?"
     "Well ... I suppose ...."
     "Yes, Mom?"
     "Well, I SUPPOSE I'd just look closely to see if the
two of you were actually fucking, and not just making love
without intercourse, and then, when I was SURE your father's
prick was actually inside you, I'd yell, `What do you think
you're DOING?!?!' If I saw Dan had a condom on, or I knew
you were on the pill.  As long as I knew he was ejaculating
his sperm inside you while you were fertile, I probably
wouldn't say a thing.  I'd just get closer to make sure Dan
ejaculated as far up inside each of you as he could."
     "Oh Gawd!"  <Snort!>  "That's even bigger than the tale
you told earlier!"
     "Yeah Mom.  You don't expect either of us to believe
you wouldn't mind if Dad knocked one of us up, now do you?
I mean, parents just don't DO such things.  Why I've heard
of several people getting divorced, just because the dad
looked at his daughter a little funny.  You wouldn't REALLY
let us go to bed with Dad ... would you?"
     "Dan?  Whaddya' think?"
     "Huh, Hon?"
     "I think it's time our little girls learn how babies
are made."
     "Well ...."
     "They're both old enough.  Even Carol had her first
period over three moths ago.  How better for a girl to learn
about sex and babies than by having her father show her
*personally* where babies come from, and how they get into
little girls' cute little bellies?  You know we've discussed
this before."
     "Yes, Dear."  <Sigh.>
     "Now don't sigh like it would be some onerous chore for
you to knob your own kid.  You know damned good and well
you'll enjoy this as much as the girls will.  Thank Goodness
YOU at least don't have any of those silly prejudices
against fucking your own kids or stupid hangups and worries
about getting your little girls pregnant with your babies
when you cum in them, like so many men do these days."
     "Yes, Dear."
     "Well?"
     "Huh?"
     "What are you girls WAITING for.  Hurry up and get
undressed, before your father wastes his cum all over the
bed.  Can't you see your father is waiting?  Geesh ... Kids
these days, have to be prompted for everything."
     "You mean you want us to ...."
     "Marie?"
     "I dunno' Carol ... I guess ...."
     "Well ... Your father's waiting."
     ....
     "I guess not.  OK, Dan.  Get dressed.  I'm not forcing
either of ...."
     "Mom wait!  I'll do it, if Marie won't."
     "Hey!  It's MY turn first.  I asked Mom, don't you
remember?"
     "But I thought you ...."
     "Oh go *ahead*.  BE first.  But I get seconds!"
     
     "Oh God.  Oh God.  It's really going in.  Oh God."
     "See ... I *told* you it would fit.  The KY helps too."
     "Oh.  Oh.  Oooch.  Ow.  No, that's OK.  Just don't push
so hard."
     "God, I can't believe she's actually doing it."
     "Your turn is next, you know."
     "I know."
     "Oh God, it's almost in."
     "Yeah, Dad's almost all the way inside you, squirt."
     "Oh wow."
     "Oh God, Tammy, I don't think I can hold out.  She's
. Oh God, she's ...."
     "Carol, stop squeezing on your father like that.
You're going to make him cum inside you before you hardly
get started."
     "I can't help it, Mom I ... Oh God Mom I ...."
     "Oh shit!"
     "Oh Mom ... OOOOHHH MOMMY!  It feels ... Oh Mommy."
     "Dad is cumming in you, Squirt."
     "Oooh, TELL me about it."
     "Feel yourself getting slick inside, Hon?  Feel your
father's prick jerking inside you?  That's your father's
sperm going up inside your tummy.  If you're both lucky, and
it's the right time of month ... When was your period,
Honey?"
     "I dunno ... a couple weeks ago ... maybe a little bit
more.  Huh, huh, huh.  Feels good."
     "Since it's the right time of month, there's a good
chance your father is getting you pregnant with his baby
right NOW.  Not quite as good as your big sister will have,
but a fair chance anyway.  Dan *could* be planting his baby
in your tummy right now.  Isn't that exciting?"
     "Oh ... hoh ... ho.   Yes, Mom.  Wow.  Pregnant by my
own dad.  Wowsers."
     "If you two kids are *really* lucky, you could each
have a little sister by your dad ... and watch your father
knob *them* just like I watched my dad do to my little
sister Alicia when she was your age.  Now go wipe up.  It'll
probably take at least a half hour before your father
recovers enough to try and knock-up your big sister, like he
did you."
     "Oh God Mom ... You don't REALLY mean to say that Tall
Tale you told us about your brothers and Gramps was the
truth, do you?"
     "Of course ... Every word of it, just like I said.  You
don't think I'd LIE to either one of you two kids, do you?"
     "On Tall Tales Night, I'm not sure I'd believe you if
you told me the Sun comes up in the East and sets in the
West."
     "Well ... Truth is often stranger than fiction, you
know."
     "Yeah ... I know.  But THIS strange?"
     "Ask me tomorrow."
     "Yes, Mom."
     "In the meantime ... If it's not ... you'd better hurry
up.  Your father's almost recovered from cumming in your
little sister.  If you don't want to miss what might be your
only chance ... I mean, if this IS actually all just a Tall
Tale ...."
     "Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God, it's good.
If I had known how good it would feel, I'd have raped Dad
years ago.  Oh God."
     "Careful Dear.  If you don't watch out you'll have your
father cumming in you before you're ready ... Just like your
little sister did."
     "I don't care.  Do it Dad ... cum in me.  Knock me up
with your baby.  Please, Dad?  Just once, I want to feel it.
Up in me.  Please?"
     "Oh shit.  Gowdamn Marie, you're just too sexy for your
own good.  Shit.  I'm done.  Sorry, Hon."
     "Thanks, Dad."
     "Thank YOU."
     "Dad?  Mom?"
     "Yes, Dear?"
     "WAS this just part of `Tall Tales Night' and you two
trying to make it `real' for us, or does this mean that Dad
really will ... that you and Gramps really ... that ....
     "Well, YOU know what I mean!"
     "Like we told your sister, ask us tomorrow.  You know
that on Tall Tales Night we never give away the story."
     "Yes, Mom."
     "And Honey?"
     "Yes, Dad?"
     "Remember, even if it isn't true:  First, you both had
a very good time tonight, didn't you?  One you'll never
forget."
     "Yes, Dad."  "Yes, Daddy."
     "And I also want *both* of you girls to remember that
just like tonight, Truth sometimes IS stranger than Fiction.
That's the whole point of Tall Tales Night.  Now both of you
get off to bed."
     "And girls ...?"
     <Sigh.>  "Yes, Mom?"
     "Try and tuck a pillow underneath your bottoms when you
sleep.  That way your father's seed will soak in, and you'll
each have a better chance to catch.  If tonight's all you
get, I don't want either of you two missing out on your only
chance in a lifetime."
     "You don't REALLY want us to get pregnant by Dad, do
you?"
     "Why ELSE would your mother and I have picked tonight
for Tall Tales Night, unless we did?  You're both just a
little past the middle of your periods, and probably
ovulating any time tonight or in the next few days.  You're
both probably as fertile as you can get.  What better time
for your mom to have me fuck you both, cum in each of you,
ejaculate my sperm in your tummies, and get both of you
pregnant with my babies so you can both feel what it's like
to really make love to your father ... even if it is only
once?"
     "Da-ad!  This is just another Saturday, like any Tall
Tales Night."
     "Like ANY Tall Tales Night?"
     <Giggle.>  "OK ... Maybe not like ANY, but it's just
another weekend."
     "Not, `just another weekend.'  Think about it.  I could
have picked many *other* weekends to tell this story, you
know ... Ones when it would have been a *lot* `safer' for
you girls to have Dan's sperm in your bellies, if I really
*was* worried about either of you two getting pregnant by
your own father."
     "Oh God.  I don't believe it.  My own mom wanting ...."
     "Believe it.  It's Tall Tales Night.  If you believe in
*anything* hard enough, it CAN come true."
     "Yes, Mom."

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