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?


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