HOW OUR INCEST BEGAN by John P Copyright© 2011 Chapter 1 I've just been talking to my mother, telling her how I've been feeling lately. My head has been seriously screwed up and it seems to have started around the time I got my first period 5 months ago. The conversation went as follows. "There's something wrong, Mom. I feel like I want to... you know... do things... with boys, I mean," I said quietly to her. "It's your sex-drive kicking in, Angie," she said casually. "Don't worry, you're not sick. You're just plain old horny! You're old enough to make babies now and your body is telling you to look for a man to make you pregnant." "Mom!" I cried. I was appalled. The very idea of having sex with any of the boys at school or in the neighborhood was ridiculous, even downright funny. I pictured for a minute Kenny who lives next door. He's 14 and almost 2 years older than me but he wears glasses and sniffs all the time, wiping his nose with Kleenex. Some sexual partner he would make! Then there's Pete who lives four houses up on the other side of the street. He's 15 and goes out flying a kite every minute he can. I could just imagine him between my legs - not! "Mom, I'm only 12," I told her. "I shouldn't be wanting sex with anybody." Mom took my hand in hers and said, "I know, hon, but it's your body that's doing it. You can't help wanting sex. I was 12 when I first had sex and although I tried hard not to want it, I couldn't help it." I looked into Mom's face, aghast, my mouth open at the revelation she had just made. Yet I saw no sign of shame there, just a faraway look that made her smile enigmatically. What did she mean exactly when she had sex at 12? What had she done? And with whom? We were sat in the kitchen so I looked round to make sure that nobody could hear us. "What did you do, Mom?" I whispered. That dreamy look came to her face as if remembering something pleasurable and I waited patiently for the story to unfold. She still sat there, this silly expression on her face and I had to repeat my question. "Mom!" I hissed. "What happened?" She seemed to wake up then and said, "What? Did you say something?" "What did you do when you were 12?" I asked again and she began to tell me. "I got the feelings too, just like you. I didn't want any of this sex nonsense. I was sure that I was too young anyway. I decided to try to ignore it. I was sure it was just a phase and it would go away. As my periods came and went, I started feeling worse. No, not worse, they started getting stronger. I didn't know what to do so I asked my mother. In those days, unmarried pregnant girls were a shameful thing so neither of us wanted that." She gripped my hand a little tighter. "She fixed it for me, Angie. Mom solved my problem." I waited, watching her face for any sign of distress because I was expecting something terrible to fall from her lips. I was prepared to rush around to her side of the table to comfort her when the terrible thing she had to say would upset her and make her cry. "What did your mother do?" I asked softly, waiting for a flood of tears, but she suddenly said something I will never forget. "She got Daddy to fuck me!" "What!!" I cried, and then suddenly I remembered where we were. Softly I asked, "What? Granddad raped you?" I couldn't believe what she was saying. Granddad was the most gentle of men and I adored him when he was alive. "Of course he didn't rape me, Angie!" Mom looked shocked at the suggestion. "He was a wonderful man who loved me unconditionally, even when I was behaving like a spoilt brat. He would never hurt me." "Then how...?" I asked, wanting to understand what she was telling me. My question kind of stuck in my throat because I really didn't know how to finish it. Mom smiled at me as she went on, "I can tell you now that you're a woman too." My head was buzzing with all kinds of thoughts and I was still trying to make some sense of what she had already said. 'She got Daddy to fuck me!' That's what she had said. Surely she didn't mean it, not as in really fucking! I mean you just don't do that, do you? Not with your father! I pictured my own father then and I was shocked by the image of him between my open legs. It was not an unpleasant image. 'Jesus! Stop thinking of that!' I told myself. "The night it was going to happen, Mom helped me to shower and fix my hair nice. She had bought me some new panties earlier that day and when I saw them, I blushed because they were black but you could see my little pussy through them. She had bought me a negligee too, also black and see-through, and as she felt my little tits over the flimsy material, I had to admit that her hands felt good on me. 'Daddy will like your body, Eileen. He always loved girls with tiny breasts.' What Mom was saying was making me wet between my legs and when she felt me there, she was satisfied that I was ready." My own pussy was beginning to feel damp and I crossed my legs to try to prevent it. I was becoming giddy with my mother's description and it all seemed surreal but I waited expectantly for her story to continue, breathing slightly harder now for a reason I couldn't explain. "She took me to their bedroom," she went on, "and Daddy was in bed, waiting for me. Mom pulled back the covers and said to get in and when I did, Daddy cuddled up to me. He was naked and I felt his cock against my hip. Mom climbed in behind me, also naked and watched as Daddy held me and started to caress my body." Here she looked dreamy again and the smile on her face signalled that nothing terrible had happened to her. "He stroked my back and bottom and said, 'How beautiful you are, Eileen.' His big hands felt good on me as they cupped my little panty-clad bottom and I involuntarily kissed his neck as he played with my body. He was making me hot, itchy between my legs, and then I felt my mother's hand take mine and place it on his cock. I nearly flipped. It was hard, enormous, and so hot in my hand." My own panties were becoming wetter as the juice began to flow out of my pussy. Her story was making me short of breath and I started to feel decidedly hot in the kitchen. I wanted to touch myself between my legs but I fought the urge and instead tried to clamp my legs tighter together. She continued, "Mom was behind me and she whispered in my ear that I should suck Daddy's cock. I had no clue about what she wanted me to do so she pulled back the covers from us and I saw for the first time Daddy's long thick cock. It was stiff, a smooth shaft with a few blue veins, and a large red knob with a slit in it which had clear stuff leaking out of it. Mom leaned over me and took the big knob into her mouth and Daddy sighed as she began to suck!" I didn't know what to do with my hands now. I couldn't let Mom see me play with myself while she told her story but the desire to play with my pussy was becoming unbearable. Mom was wise though and she recognized my predicament. "There's nobody home, Angie. Play with yourself if you want to. The memory of my first time with Daddy makes me wet too, every time," and she moved back from the table and hiked up her housecoat, spread her legs wide and put her hand inside her panties and began stroking her pussy. Normally I would have been appalled but I could resist no longer and I did the same, finding that my pussy had soaked my panties. We watched each other, each of us with fingers stroking our sex. She went on, "Mom offered Daddy's cock to me and I took it into my mouth. His knob filled my mouth and I could taste the salty stuff that leaked out but I felt really grown-up as Mom taught me how to suck. But soon Daddy wanted to fuck me and Mom rolled me onto my back, opening my legs wide for him. I felt his cock against my hole, Angie, and he pushed inside me, taking my virginity." Here my mother sighed and I saw her hand move faster inside her panties. My own hand had started to speed up too as I pictured Granddad's large cock being pushed inside a 12-year-old's little girl pussy. I wanted to feel it too, just as Mom had, but all I had were my fingers. "His cock filled me, Angie, it filled me completely. He kissed me and I kissed him back, clutching at his back as he began to fuck me. He forced his tongue between my lips and I went wild when his tongue fought with mine. I wanted him and the more he fucked me, the more of him I wanted. I was insane with lust, Angie, and I wanted it to never end. Mom watched as we fucked, satisfied that I wanted him as much as he wanted me." Mom's breathing was becoming ragged and her breathlessness was making her story harder to tell but my own lust had taken me over and I was frigging myself as hard as Mom was. "It was the most wonderful feeling, Angie. He whispered that he loved me and I said it too, and I put my legs around his waist and crossed my ankles. He made me want him, made me need his cock. And then he came inside me! I felt his spunk pumping each time his cock jerked and I knew that he would make me pregnant but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered as long as he kept filling me with his hot seed. Mom rubbed my clitoris then and her finger made me cum and I felt absolutely fantastic as I came for the first time with another person." Mom was panting now and so was I. I watched her hand inside her panties and it was having a great effect on me and I was close to bringing myself off too. "I'm cumming, Angie!" she cried and then her bottom came off the seat and she groaned between clenched teeth as her orgasm began. It set me off at once and I cried out, "Mommy!" as I began to cum myself. My eyes closed and I felt the climax wash over me, my body shuddering as the most intense feeling hit me. We moaned together, each of us being taken over by the feelings our bodies had generated. After we had come down from our sexual high, we removed our hands from inside our panties and waited for our breathing to return to normal. "We needed that, I think," said Mom and I smiled a bit sheepishly. "Don't be embarrassed, Angie. We all like masturbation, even your dad." I thought then that I had never considered these things before and I blushed a little as I pictured Daddy jerking off while I watched. Watching Mom frig herself had been a bit weird but I had been taken with the same desire and I fully understood now her need to masturbate. I wondered if we would do it together again sometime. "So what happened after that?" I asked Mom when we were both breathing normally again. "Did you do it ever again?" "Angie, let me tell you. I wouldn't leave him alone after that. I crawled into bed with him every chance I got. I made him fuck me at least twice a day. I would come home from school and find him sitting in a chair. I would get his cock out and suck him and then strip my clothes off and pull him between my legs, and then I would kiss him and beg for cock. He never refused and Mom often watched as we made love on the floor. Then at bedtime, I'd go to his bed and show him my little tits and bare pussy and he would lick me there before filling me with his potent spunk again." I had to ask. "Didn't your mother mind letting you do it so much?" "Mom was very understanding about it. She knew all about the excesses of youth and didn't mind me and Daddy doing it. She often got herself off by licking my pussy as Daddy came in me and she liked to have me sit on her face so that she could suck Daddy's spunk out of me and make me cum on her tongue." My pussy squirted juice as soon as I heard this and I wondered if I would have to frig myself again to make the itch go away. I'd certainly need to clean up and get some clean panties out of my drawer. "Are you OK, Angie?" she asked. "It's a lot to take in but now that you're a woman, you will need to know about things like this. It's sex and love, hon. It's what makes the world work." She moved towards me and took me into her arms. I cuddled her and the scent of her cum-juice wafted in my nostrils, and I wondered briefly if she could smell mine too. After a minute or two, Mom moved away and started to take stuff out of the freezer that we would need for dinner. I helped her prepare the food, all the time thinking what had happened between us. I was a little girl no more but instead a woman with needs that would require satisfying and I wondered who would help me with that. Chapter 2 My new status, that of being a woman, changed the way I looked at things. My father and older brother now began to interest me in a way they never had before. My insufferable 14-year-old brother now didn't seem so bad and Daddy was certainly accorded more attention than I had given him for years. He was a sweety, a loving man who adored me, and I had taken that love for granted, even when I hadn't deserved it. I saw him now with new eyes and I realised just how loving a family I had. I had given my older brother Tommy much grief that he hadn't deserved and I was sorry for it now. He was always kind and sweet to me and I had been a little shit towards him. I promised myself that I would apologize for all the bad things I had done to him. My desire for sex was not diminishing and I found myself all too often in my bed with my fingers in my pussy, stroking my clit with a fingertip while two more fingers were pushed up inside me, trying to simulate the feeling of a cock inside me. As I frigged myself, the images were now of my father or brother, sometimes my mother, and I would cry out softly one of their names as I made myself cum to the image of sex with them. Most often though, it was Daddy who occupied my thoughts when I needed to cum and I often cried out, "Oh yes, Daddy!" as I came. I would listen now when my parents went to bed, hoping to hear their love-making so that I could frig myself to the image of them in my head. Daddy's cock going into Mom's mouth or pussy was the main theme of my masturbation but it was becoming less rewarding with time as my desire for "real" sex began to take me over. Cock was needed, real hard cock that would pump spunk into me, just like any other woman got from her husband or boyfriend. My thoughts would often go to neighbors, classmates or friends I knew but they all seemed somehow lackluster. I needed a boy or a man and I tried my best to ignore the blindingly obvious. There were two fine males in my house but for some reason I couldn't determine, I refused to include them on my list. The next time Mom and I were alone, I had to have a talk with her again. "It's getting worse, Mom. I just can't stop thinking about sex. What am I going to do? I'm playing with myself every night and sometimes during the day too. I've even started thinking about a couple of the girls at school. But I daren't say or do anything about it." She considered for a moment what I was saying and she saw, I think, the anguish in my face. She said softly, "Oh, love, you are in a state, aren't you? It looks like your sex drive is stronger than mine was at 12. Do you want me to take care of you now, in the bedroom?" "Would you? Please?" I whispered and she smiled at me as she took me into her arms. I felt her breasts against me as she kissed my head and my arms went around her waist, my hands touching her body and feeling the waistband of her panties through her clothes. "Let's go to bed," she whispered in my ear and she pulled away from me, holding out her hand for me to take. I held her hand and she led me upstairs to my bedroom. I wasn't sure how to start but Mom knew and she held me again but this time her hand slid down my back and onto my bottom. I was trembling a little as I realised that I was going to have sex with another person and I felt my pussy flood with arousal. She took the hem of my T-shirt in her hands and lifted it up and I raised my arms so that she could take it off me. When she unclipped my bra and removed it, she stood back a little and I felt a little embarrassed as she looked at my tiny breasts. "You're beautiful, Angie," she whispered to me and I suddenly felt proud. "You're going to make some man very happy, love." Then she knelt before me, pulled me to her and kissed a breast. I shuddered with emotion and my arms went around her neck and when she began to tongue one of my nipples, I almost collapsed with the intensity of the feeling. A woman was touching me, exciting me with her mouth, and I felt for the first time that sex on my own would never be the same again, would never give me the feeling that I was experiencing now. As her tongue licked and sucked my nipple, my hands held her head tight to me and it went almost unnoticed that her hands were busy undoing my jeans and she was sliding them down my legs, along with my panties. She raised each of my legs and removed the jeans and panties completely without taking her mouth from my breast. I was naked now, a woman sucking my nipple, and I felt that everything was right, that it was as it should be. She stood and then led me to my bed, and I watched as she stripped her clothes off and I realised that I was seeing now what Daddy saw every night. She was really a looker, my mom, and I just never noticed before. Her bottom was shapely and firm and her waist had not suffered by giving birth to me and my brother. Her breasts were full but not large and I envied briefly the slight sag that the weight of them caused. When she climbed into my bed, her hand moved down between my legs and I had the overwhelming urge to suck her nipple. Supporting herself on one elbow, she lowered a breast to my mouth and I sucked greedily on her long thick nipple, suckling as I did when still a baby. Her fingers rubbed my pussy-lips and the wet slit between them. My hands fondled her breasts as she fed me and my hips wriggled as her fingers aroused me, rubbing and pinching gently my most intimate parts. "I want to lick your pussy, Angie," she whispered and I released the thick nipple which had made me feel so secure and warm as I had fed from it. I opened my legs wider and Mom lay between them, looking into my little cunt as her fingers continued to play with it. When she moved up and her tongue touched my sex, I went wild, trembling and wriggling because of the sensations she created in me. I felt her warm breath around my pussy and my hands went to hold her head, wishing that what she was doing to me would never stop. The moment she touched the tip of her tongue to my clitoris and rubbed it all around, I went ballistic, crying out and holding her head even tighter. I never wanted to let her go. Her tongue pushed into my hole and I felt a great desire for deeper penetration, for her tongue to probe much further inside me. She tongue-fucked me and my head went from side to side as she made me more excited. I pushed my hips, forcing my cunt hard against her face and she responded by forcing the tip of her finger inside my bottom-hole. Wow! Her tongue and finger worked together and I felt a trembling inside me. I was tense now, my body starting to go rigid and I knew that my good feeling was coming. Her tongue left my hole and she said, "Cum, Angie! Cum on Mommy's tongue!" and she licked my clitoris hard. The dam broke and I was carried away on the waves of orgasm. I groaned and felt a wetness gush out of me and Mom's tongue began to lick the cum-juice that spilled out of me so liberally. My clenched teeth didn't prevent me crying out as I climaxed and I called out, "Daddy!" as my body shuddered. I didn't really know what I was saying because delirium had overtaken me. As the waves of my climax continued, I moaned and held Mom's head tighter, forcing my pussy into her mouth in an effort to get more penetration but had I been rational, I would have known she couldn't push her tongue further inside me. "Deeper!" I cried but of course it was useless. She licked and sucked me, her finger still deep inside my bottom, and as my hips started to buck, she tried her best to hold me still so that her face was not dislodged from the pussy which was feeding her so much girl-cum. In seconds, it was over and my body sagged. The after-shock of my climax came and I shuddered once more before lying still and Mom licked gently at the soaking wet pussy which had ceased spurting my girl-cum. I lay there, exhausted, and Mom left the wet mess I had made and came to lie beside me. Her face was wet and shiny with my cum-juice and she looked into my eyes to see the tranquility which had now come upon me. She raised herself on one elbow and offered me her thick nipple and I took it between my lips and sucked contentedly as her hand reached down to frig herself. I was gently entering sleep as she came and I felt the bed moving as her body shook with orgasm. Feeling warm and satisfied, I sucked the nipple until I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, her nipple was still in my mouth and she was smiling down at me. "Okay, honey?" she asked and I nodded. "We both had a good cum, Angie," and she stroked my little breast. "I've been thinking about things. You can't go on any longer like this. You need cock and I'm just afraid that you'll get some kid from school to give it to you." I stopped sucking Mom's nipple and stared at her. This was starting to get interesting. She went on, "I'll get your dad to take your cherry tonight. You need fucking and Daddy will do it." She looked at me then and, seeing no look of panic, she seemed satisfied with her decision. "Won't Daddy mind, Mom?" I asked, not quite believing what she was suggesting. "Will he want to... you know... do it to me?" She surveyed my body for a few seconds, taking in my little tits and my pussy which was still wet from our recent activity. "Honey," she said. "You've had your feet up on the settee when you've been wearing a skirt. We've all seen your tight panties covering that gorgeous little pussy. Daddy and your brother have had their tongues hanging out while they watched your legs opening all the time and flashing your panties at them. Why do you think nobody scolded you and asked you to sit like a lady?" "I hadn't realised that, Mom," I said, feeling a bit sheepish. "I was just watching TV." "I know, honey," she said. "I'm sure you didn't realise you were doing it. I'm pretty sure it's your hormones making you show yourself to men." "Wait a minute," I said. "You were watching my panties too?" I had just realised what she had said. 'We've all seen your tight panties.' Mom had been looking too... and not making me put my legs down? "You liked watching my panties too?" "Sure," she said. "I like girls too." This was just too much information. Wait though, she had just given me a shuddering climax. What was I thinking? She must have done this many times before with other girls! I had to ask. "Who else have you done it with, Mom?" I asked, my mind full of speculation. "Mostly with Mom and some of the girls at my school. Oh and your friend Tracy when she sleeps over. And your other friend Jenny too." "Mom! You did this stuff with my friends? I... I..." I became speechless. "What...? How...? I mean..." Mom took my hand and spoke softly, "They needed it, Angie, just like you. I hope the next time they sleep over that you'll take care of them too. Anyway, enough of that for now. You need cock and you need it soon. I'll talk to Daddy tonight and he'll come to your room and take care of things for you. I'll come with him and watch; it's important I see you lose your virginity." I didn't know what to say. This can't be right, it's not normal, but I suddenly remembered what Mom had just done to me and suddenly I wondered what 'right' meant. I had just come on Mom's heavenly tongue while she had a finger deep in my ass. What could I say? As Mom got dressed, I watched as she pulled her panties up, her hairy pussy wet with the cum she had given herself and I wondered briefly if she'd let me taste her there sometime, just to see what it was like. Then I thought about Tracy and Jenny, wondering why they never told me that Mom was making them cum with her tongue. I promised myself that the next time they slept over, I'd use some tongue action of my own on them. Chapter 3 That night, alone in my bed, I lay there naked, just as Mom had said I should. The covers were off and I waited nervously for what was to happen. My pussy was leaking a little as I thought of sex with Daddy. I had showered, cleaned up the mess that Mom had made between my legs earlier, and I hoped that at last I would become a woman. I deliberately didn't touch myself, fearing that I might cum and make myself soaking wet again. I fidgeted though, wondering what to do with my hands. They appeared at the door, Mom in front, now with a shaven pussy. God, she looked young! Daddy was behind her and as she moved forward, my father came fully into view. Oh my God! He was naked too with an enormous erection that wagged as he moved. I couldn't take my eyes from his crotch. I just could not believe how big he was... down there. Suddenly panic set in and I started to feel like a little girl. It would never fit! He would hurt me badly if he tried to force that monster inside me. 'Help, Mom!' Mom lay beside me, whispering how beautiful I looked, but I could not tear my eyes away from my father's cock. It was 7 inches long and I thought it was much too thick to fit inside me. His muscular chest and arms looked impressive and I realised that I had never really looked at him properly before, not as a woman, but I had always enjoyed the warm feeling when he cuddled me often as we sat together on the settee. Now he would hold me like a woman. "Mom, it won't fit!" I whispered and she replied softly, "Yes, it will, honey. Your grandfather had one much bigger when he fucked me for the first time." Daddy had stopped a few feet from my bed and waited for Mom's signal to approach. I could see his big ball-sac nestling between his legs and I recalled the biology lesson where it had been explained that sperm were stored there for use when mating. Although I was fearful, my pussy was beginning to get damp as I watched this fine specimen of manhood who would soon mate with me. He was watching me, taking in my young body with hungry eyes, and I felt hunger too for his touch. I wanted him, I knew that, and he would breed me before the night was ended. Thoughts of 'breeding' made me become wet again and Mom knew it. "Look, Angie. Isn't he magnificent? Feel his cock, Angie, feel how hard it is." My mother had nodded and he approached, stopping next to me so that I could feel the hardness of the shaft and knob of the man who would take my cherry and make me a woman. It was hot and it pulsed in my hand and I noticed right away the clear liquid leaking from the slit that he pissed out of. "Lick it," whispered Mom, "taste his juice." I turned over on the bed and raised myself to touch the knob with my tongue. The clear stuff was salty, not nasty like I expected, and when said to take the knob in my mouth and lick it with my tongue, I did it, surprised that his cock didn't taste of anything, just smelled slightly of soap. Daddy put his hand down then and touched my cheek. I looked up into his eyes and he simply said, "I love you, Angie," and I had never seen such love in his eyes before. I was to be his lover now, his mate. He would breed me and I would welcome him into my body as any female would. He stroked my hair as I began to suck his knob and Mom whispered instructions in my ear. "Put your lips over your teeth, Angie, or you'll hurt him. Feel his balls, love, touch them gently to make him feel good." As I sucked and fondled Daddy, Mom was stroking her fingers up and down my now very wet slit. She strummed my clitoris with her fingertips and I was becoming more aroused by the minute. "That's so good, Angie," Daddy murmured, stroking my face as I looked up into his strong face. He was loving me now, not as a child but as the woman I was to become. His tenderness calmed me, took away the anxiety I had been feeling at the prospect of being penetrated for the first time by a man I loved so much. My pussy was soaking now, stimulated by Mom's fingers, and I was feeling highly aroused. I was here, lying on my bed, my mother and father making love to me as they never had before and I was becoming overwhelmed by the tender loving feelings I was having for them. They had kept me safe, warm and loved as a child and here they were now, their love for me being taken to the next level as they strove to make me feel confident in my sexuality. "You're soaking wet, Angie. It's time for Daddy to fuck you," whispered Mom and I took Daddy's cock from my mouth and kissed his big knob before lying down for his penetration of my pussy. Mom's fingers continued to stimulate me, making me tremble, but my mind was on my father as he knelt between my open legs, his cock in his hand. He looked down into my face and whispered, "I won't hurt you, Angie, I promise," and I wanted to kiss him. My mind flashed back to my birthday party when I was eight. He kissed me then, holding me tight as I jumped about excitedly before opening my presents. He doted on me, I knew, and our love for each other as father and daughter never wavered throughout the years. Nobody had a better father than me, nobody even came close. He nursed me through the childhood illnesses, along with Mom, and I remember how he made me feel good when things went wrong for me. He loved me unconditionally and I knew absolutely that he would never cause me pain of any kind. I trusted him. His cock touched my pussy lips and he moved it up and down my slit. The juices I had produced while Mom and Dad were sexing me were plentiful and I noticed Daddy's pee-slit oozing lots of the clear fluid just before he touched his knob to my cunt-hole. I was ready now, ready for the thick cock to take my virginity. He pushed forward gently but firmly and I felt the oddest sensation as my little cunt began to open to the pressure of his knob. He watched my face intently, waiting for any sign of distress and, seeing none, he pushed further. I felt my hole open wider as the intruder forced its way into my body. Suddenly the big knob slipped inside and I felt the strangest feeling. I couldn't see it but I just knew that my cunt was open wide, wider than it ever had been. Daddy had stopped then, pausing to see what my reaction was. Mom's fingers were still busy with my clitoris, arousing me as I concentrated on the feelings of Daddy's cock entering my body. He was towering over me, his manly frame held up by his hands so as not to crush me with his weight. His eyes were hungry, hungry for sex with his little girl, and I shared his hunger, unafraid any more of the large cock that would make me his woman. He pushed again and I felt a stabbing pain which made me wince but suddenly it went and I knew that I was no longer a virgin. My father had deflowered me and I felt proud that he had taken it from me. 'Daddy's taken my cherry!' I reached up my arms, threw them around his neck and pulled him down to me. "Oh Daddy, I love you!" I cried and I went to kiss his lips. He kissed me then, forcing his tongue between my lips and into my mouth. I sucked it and ran my own tongue around his and then he moved forward with his hips and another inch of cock entered my exceedingly tight hole. I sucked in my breath as best I could with the surprise of it and when he pushed another inch into me, my eyes opened wide and I released his tongue. "Daddy!" I cried. "You're splitting me wide open!" He stopped then, afraid that he was hurting me. "Are you OK, Angie?" he asked, concern flooding his gentle face. "I'll stop if..." I didn't let him finish the sentence. "Do it, Daddy. All the way," I said, determined that I would be a complete woman tonight. Mom's hand had been trapped between our bodies when Dad had bent further to kiss me and I felt her pull it out. She could reach my little breasts though and I felt her fingers begin to pinch my nipple, causing it to become erect. She played with it and I felt a tickling sensation in my belly as I pictured one of my sleepover friends having my mother do the same to her. Daddy pushed forward again and when I felt his pubic hair against my bare pussy mound, I rejoiced. 'He's in me! Daddy's cock is all the way in me!' I was elated, triumphant. But above all, I was extremely horny now. I wanted his cock to fuck me, I wanted him to cum in me, to make me complete. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your daughter!" I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth but I wanted him, wanted him badly. He started gently, moving his hips back and forth, and I felt the most exciting time of my life had come. As he thrust into me, a dull ache from deep inside made me wonder what was happening to me. He fucked me, his thick cock hitting something deep inside my pussy, and I was starting to lose my reason. I wanted more, deeper, faster! Each time he almost pulled out of me, I pulled on his arms to make him thrust back into me. Mom had taken her fingers away now and watched her child being fucked by her father. He thrust into me and I wanted to cry out, wanted everybody to know how good my father's cock felt inside me. I looked into Daddy's eyes and I saw the lust in them and I realised fully then that he desired me as a mate, not a daughter. He looked down, easing his body upwards so that he could see his Daddy cock thrusting into his little girl, and he became so aroused by the sight of my pussy-lips spread so tightly around the shaft of his cock that he momentarily forgot he was making love. "Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder!" I was becoming too excited, too horny, and I didn't know what I was saying. Mom cried out, "Do you want his spunk, Angie? Tell him you want it." There was excitement in her voice, lust at the sight of her 12-year-old daughter having a thick cock thrust into her little cunt, and she began to stroke her own clitoris, working herself up into a frenzy. Daddy was fucking me hard now, no more finesse or tenderness, and my hips were pushing against him each time he thrust into me. He was panting, kissing my face and neck, and I was urging him on. "Fuck me, Daddy! Cum in me! Pump spunk into me!" My delirium drove me on, the feeling of wild abandon. The desire to have this man pump all his spunk into me had taken me over and I acted like a common slut. I didn't know exactly how to read the signs of imminent ejaculation but when I felt Daddy start to groan and I felt his knob suddenly expand inside me, I figures now was the time. "Fill her, John! Fill her with spunk!" my mother cried and suddenly I felt his cock jerking deep inside my cunt. "Breed her, John! Get the slut pregnant!" I felt his hot spunk shoot into me and my eyes opened wide as I realised that it was now that I was a woman. A man was breeding me, fucking his hot fertile sperm into me so that I would have his baby. I wanted it just then, I wanted his baby. "Yes, Daddy! Breed me! I want a baby!" His cock jerked over and over, pumping his incestuous seed deep inside me. The sperm were swimming inside me, seeking desperately the egg they hoped to find and fertilize. I lay still, feeling the pulsing of Daddy's cock as more spunk was pumped into me. Daddy was still too, groaning as his balls began to empty, and when Mom moved behind him, she fondled his balls to make sure that I got every last sperm from them. I could see every muscle and tendon around his neck and shoulders standing out as pumped out the life-giving seed and I wanted so much to hold him tight as he made me a mother. I wanted his baby, wanted to be made pregnant by this wonderful man and the fact that incest had taken place meant nothing to me. I loved my father and he was making me pregnant. What more joy could a girl hope for? When it was over, his cock jerked no more, and he looked down at me tenderly and kissed my lips. I held him tight when he collapsed on me and Mom, who had cum violently while calling me a slut, whispered, "You're a woman now, Angie. I love you so much." I wanted to cry then with happiness. My parents had taken me to the next level and had done so, not in any selfish way, but with love and understanding. A tear escaped my eye and Mom brushed it away and kissed my cheek. Daddy pulled his cock slowly from my cunt and I felt something dribble out of it. After a couple of minutes, Dad rolled off me and we held each other. Mom came in to lie behind me and I saw her hand go to Dad's face and stroke him, and then he took her hand and kissed it. They were so much in love with each other and of course with me. Between my legs, I still felt wet and then Mom reached between my legs and I felt her fingers gather up some of what had leaked out. After licking those fingers, she said softly to my father, "You filled her right up! God, you must have fucked a pint into her!" and they both laughed. "I think you need some cleaning up, Angie," and for some reason she looked at Dad. When she asked me to straddle her face, I knew what was to happen. Daddy placed me over her, facing her feet, and her tongue touched my pussy. As she began to lick my cunt and suck his spunk out of me, Daddy straddled Mom too and we kissed each other, his hands fondling my little tits. His touch was wonderful, gentle but firm, and when his fingers touched my sensitive nipples, it was like butterfly wings against my skin. Mom sucked my pussy and Dad played with my nipples and I felt like they were loving me together, both pleasuring me as a woman now. The mouth beneath me was delivering the most intense feelings to my belly and I knew that soon I would be cumming on Mom's tongue. "Cum in Mom's mouth, Angie! Fill her with spunk!" Dad said quietly and I felt my body go rigid while I moaned into Daddy's chest. I was cumming hard and I knew that Mom was tasting Daddy's spunk and my cum-juice, flowing as it was now with my intense climax. I shuddered and ground my pussy hard against Mom's mouth as the wave of orgasm washed over me. Dad held me close until my shuddering stopped and he kissed me softly on the lips as my breathing began to become more regular. Mom continued to clean my wet messy pussy as Dad and I cuddled and when she had sucked everything out of my cunt, we lay down together to sleep, with me in the middle. Chapter 4 After this, Dad sent me off to school each day with a load of fresh spunk dripping from my cunt. I had to take tissues with me to keep cleaning myself during the day and clean panties to wear. What surprised me after that night was that my brother wanted me too and I often slept with him at night, always being fucked at least once by him. Often I went to bed alone but it was never long before one of them, Mom, Dad or my brother joined me and to me it didn't matter which one it was. I was brought to climax each time and I looked forward to what each new night would bring. I never needed to think about boys or men from outside my family any more and Mom was grateful for that. When Mom discovered I was pregnant just after my 13th birthday, Dad was delighted at the news. A party was held that night and all four of us snuggled down with each other on the living room carpet. Daddy mounted me from behind while I watched Mom suck my brother's dick until he shot a copious amount of spunk down her throat. Being young, he was soon hard again and flooded Mom's cunt with boy-spunk. Life couldn't get better than this. The baby is two months old now, a lovely little boy we call Paul, after my granddad. When I breast-feed him, often Mom joins the baby, sucking milk from one of my swollen breasts. My nipples are dark and elongated and Mom usually frigs herself or me while she nurses on them. My brother finds it erotic to watch me and Mom when I feed her and he wants to taste my milk. I'll let him, of course, but I tell him he has to pay me back. He has to let me suck him off and I want a full load of boy-spunk in my belly to help increase my protein. He laughs but he gets his dick ready for me to suck. Can you see now why I love incest so much? END