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Just Horseshit
An Erotic Story
"This is horseshit," I complained, throwing the story
printout halfway across the room. That was a mistake. I had
attracted my mother's attention.
"What's 'horseshit' Dear?" she asked. If nothing else,
Momma's got good hearing.
It was too late to even try hiding the story I had been
reading. Not that Momma would be all that dismayed to find her
12-year-old daughter reading erotic fiction off the computer.
It's just that I try to keep my sex-life from intruding on my
parents. Momma knows I'm not a virgin, and I even think she
knows who "plucked my cherry." It's just that we never seemed to
discuss such things as pornographic stories and pictures.
You see, while I didn't mind Momma knowing that I fooled
around, I didn't want her thinking I was a pervert. HA! If I'd
only known. Oh well. At least I didn't have to BELIEVE the
garbage that some people wrote. Like this bullshit story.
Momma's eyebrows had risen a little, when she helped me pick
up the scattered sheets, and saw the title "BIG brother's day."
Still, she just waited for my answer to her previous question.
"Oh this stuff," I replied, emphasizing the "stuff".
Momma's eyebrows twitched, and her face had a ghost of a
smile, but she just waited for me to get more specific.
"I mean," I said in exasperation, "it's bad enough, that
someone writes a story about a 15-year-old boy fucking his little
sister. I mean girls just don't do that sort of thing."
Momma's grin had widened. "Oh?" she prompted with a smile.
By now, I was getting into it. If my mother wanted to know
what ticked me off about stories like the one in her hand, then
she was going to get an earful.
"I mean, girls just don't fuck their brothers," I exclaimed.
"Who ever heard of such a thing?"
Momma opened her mouth to say something, but I had the bit
in my teeth, (so to speak,) and wasn't about to stop. "Even if
you could buy THAT," I continued in disgust, "the author of this
trash would have you believe that a 9-year-old little girl could
actually enjoy having sex with," and here I quoted from the
story, "her big brother who was hung well enough to put most men
to shame, with over nine inches of solid prick-meat to shove up
her tight little hole." My voice dripped with sarcasm, as I
repeated the last.
"Well," said my mother placatingly, "some men are bigger
than others, and some girls do start younger than you did."
I looked daggers at my mother. For a 23-year-old woman,
Momma could be awfully dense. "Yeah," I said, "a nine-year-old
girl is supposed to actually LIKE having her snatch stuffed with
a nine-inch-prick. Give me a break!" I knew what I was talking
about too. Even I, at 12 years old, could barely take Mike's big
cock up inside me without splitting in two, and my boyfriend only
has about a 7-and-a-half inch prick. No way was some little kid
going to be able to take THAT monster, let alone one two inches
bigger. Heck, I couldn't get all of Mike's prick inside me, even
when I tried.
1
Momma shrugged, as if it wasn't all that surprising to her.
"OK," I almost yelled, "suppose a 9-year-old kid DOES decide
she likes fucking her big brother. These jerks have to make it
unbelievable."
Momma twitched her eyebrows again, almost infuriating me.
"What's so unbelievable?" she asked.
"THIS!" I said; poking a finger at the page so hard I almost
poked a hole through it. "The guy is not only fucking his little
sister with a prick big enough to choke a horse, and she is
supposed to be liking it, but right HERE," I said, actually
poking my finger THROUGH the paper at the offending paragraph
that had annoyed me enough to start this, "he actually pushes the
head of his prick right up inside the kid's WOMB, for God's sake,
and squirts his sperm inside her so she gets pregnant. And she's
supposed to be ENJOYING this?" I threw down the paper in
disgust.
"Well, some girls do," said my mother quietly.
"Yeah, right," I said. That my mother would even think this
was possible, was annoying. Here I had thought that Momma would
know something about sex, having had three daughters by Daddy. I
mean, how ignorant about sex can you be, and still have children?
"You expect me to believe that a girl could take a man's
prick right up inside her womb, without tearing her inside, and
then have him squirt his sperm in her womb? SURE Momma, sure!
And the Easter-Bunny will be over to visit us tomorrow, after
Santa Claus leaves."
"It's possible," Momma assured me, "If the man is big
enough, and the girl is willing to try. She has to be determined
though."
"Momma, I can't believe you're defending this trash," I
said, waving the printout in her face.
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked calmly, "After all, I wrote
it."
"You. . . Wrote. . . This. . . Story?" I said unbelievingly.
"Uhuh. And it's all true too. So I'd appreciate it if you
weren't so hard on my recollection of one of my most treasured
memories of the first time your father and I had sex."
"You. Daddy," I spluttered. No, it couldn't be. Still, if
that were true. . . I suddenly started adding two figures that
had never bothered me before. If Momma got pregnant by me when
she was 9 years old, and had a baby when she was 10, like the
girl in the story. . . My birthday was 4 months ago. . . Momma
would have to be 22. (Big sigh of relief.) Momma was 23.
Then I suddenly started adding again. . . Momma's birthday
was just last month. Oh shit. "You're kidding, right?" I asked
weakly.
Momma shook her head. She didn't look like she was joking
either.
"You mean that you and Daddy are. . ." I couldn't say it.
"Mark is my older brother, by 6 years," confirmed Momma.
"You mean, you're not married?" I asked weakly. If I was a
bastard, I wanted to know.
Not that it made a lot of difference. Momma and Daddy had
never stinted on their love before. I knew they wouldn't stop
now.
2
Momma grinned. "Didn't you finish the story?" she asked.
I hadn't. I had been too disgusted to, after that one
paragraph. Hurriedly, I skipped ahead to the part where the
incestuous couple got married. Now THAT part was funny, how they
rigged things so that others "made" them get married, as if they
didn't want to. Momma could write.
Which brought up the original thing that had annoyed me.
"You mean to tell me that Daddy actually put his. . ."
"His penis," supplied Momma.
"His penis right up inside your womb, and came in you like
that?" I asked weakly.
"Uhuh. And I liked it too," responded Momma.
I still couldn't believe it. Oh I could buy the fact that
my parents were really brother and sister, now that I thought
about it. It explained so many things. Still, this was too
much. I thought about how Mike's prick had felt when he tried to
put it all the way up inside me, and shivered.
If I couldn't even take HIM, how could I believe Momma's
story? I told her this.
"All it takes, is a guy long enough, and a girl willing to
try," my mother assured me.
All of a sudden, I thought of something. "Momma!" I said,
"The story said that the girl's brother had a. . . a prick over 9
inches long! Daddy's prick isn't even as long as Jerry's, and
he's shorter than Mike!"
Momma smiled. "What makes you say that?" she asked.
"Well Momma, I've SEEN him. Even Jerry's prick hangs down
to here." At this point, I pointed to a spot just below my
vagina. "And Mike's hangs down even more," I continued.
Momma snickered. "The size of a man's prick soft, has
nothing to do with what it looks like when erect," she said.
"Believe me, your father makes those two pip-squeaks look like
pikers. Do you remember how big I said my brother's prick was in
the story?"
I shivered. The thought of an over-nine-inch prick going up
inside me was scary. Yet somewhat exciting too. "Yes Momma," I
said.
"Well, your father was only 15 then. He's a lot bigger
now."
Oh shit. I tried to imagine a prick even bigger than the 9-
and-a-half inch monster that Momma said got her pregnant the
first time. No way.
"Yeah, sure," I said. I shivered at the very thought.
After that, I picked up the sheaf of papers, and re-read the
story thoroughly. Momma seemed to understand, and left me alone.
I finished reading that story, and several others as well.
Still, I couldn't get the picture out of my mind, of a little
nine-year-old girl with an enormous prick stretching her tight
little hole, while her big brother squirted the child's womb full
of incestuous baby-making sperm. I thought of my little sister
Julie, who was about that age, and shivered. If I couldn't do
it, no way could a little girl like her. Still, Momma had
insisted, and as far as I know, Momma had never lied to me.
3
The next time I was over at my boyfriend's house, I asked
him to try pushing it in a little harder. It HURT. Still, the
feeling of him spurting inside me, while his prick was poking
into my uterus was enough to make me cum like I never had before.
Since this was just over a week after my period, we were trying
to get as much fun as possible, before quitting until I was
"safe" again.
Unlike my mother and her big brother, I didn't want Mike's
baby. At least, not yet anyway. Now Daddy's. . . I shivered,
and wondered what put THAT idea in my head. I guess the idea of
incest had been slowly growing on me, after learning that my
parents had been doing it for years.
It was a couple of days after that, that I approached my
mother. "Momma," I said, "I want to try it."
"Try what dear?" My mother was washing dishes, and not
really into discussing sex.
"Try doing what you did, where you took it all the way up
inside you," I said.
Momma stopped washing; wiped her hands on a towel; and
turned to face me. "Other than advice on how to do it, which I
don't think you need," she observed, "just make sure you use lots
of lubricant, like KY; why are you telling me this? I should
think that you and Mike would be capable of figuring things out
yourselves."
I was surprised. I hadn't known mother even knew I was
seeing Mike. I thought SHE thought that my current boyfriend was
still Jerry. Heck, even Jerry thought so. Still, he was about
to get the gate, even if he did think I was his private property.
My cousin Mike was twice the man Jerry was, and once he told
Jerry to leave me alone, that would be that.
At least in THIS state, cousins could still marry. I
giggled again, at my parent's ruse that got them a marriage-
license. As far as anyone around here knew, THEY were first-
cousins too.
"It's not that, Momma," I said. If my mother was bright
enough to know who I was screwing, I wasn't dumb enough to deny
it.
"Oh?" she asked, "Then what is it?"
"Mike isn't big enough," I said with a blush. I didn't
bother to mention that Jerry was even smaller. Six inches is a
great size for an 11-year-old virgin, but not worth a damn when
it "came" to squirting cum directly into your womb.
"So what do you want ME to do?" she asked, "Set you up with
somebody bigger?"
I nodded.
As I've hinted before, Momma's not dumb. She got it right
away. "I see," she said. "Well, if you expect me to set you up
with your father, I'm going to want something out of it myself."
"Huh?" I said. Of all the possible responses, this wasn't
one I had expected. Anger, jealousy, calm acceptance, or even
secret delight at her little girl getting fucked by the same cock
that created her, were all possible scenarios that I was prepared
to handle. Instead, Momma just wanted something from me, in
exchange?
4
"What's that?" I asked cautiously. I knew better (being 12)
than to just blindly accept ANY offer from either of my parents.
Not that they would trick me. No, it's just sometimes what
seemed like a good bargain to them, didn't to me.
"Your period was last week," observed Momma.
Suddenly, I knew what My mother was going to say, even if I
didn't believe it. I was right.
"If you're going to be fucking my brother," said Momma,
pointing up her incestuous relationship with my father, "then I
expect you to take the same chances with him that I did."
"You mean?" I asked. I knew what Momma meant. I just had
to hear her say it.
"Uhuh," she replied. "No condoms, no diaphragm, no birth-
control at all. And you do it while you're fertile; like right
now. When your father squirts his seed inside your womb, I want
to know there's a pretty good chance he's getting you pregnant
when he does. That's my price. Take it or leave it."
What a price! Still, it was so erotically sexy I didn't
really have a choice. I wouldn't have even asked, if I wasn't
already boiling with sexual heat at the thought of taking my own
father's sperm inside my womb. This just made it all the sexier.
Pregnant by my own father! And Momma not only wouldn't object,
she was the one pushing for it! It just goes to show, that you
never really know your parents, no matter how long you live with
them. I nodded my head.
"Good," said Momma, a hint of a smile crossing her face.
"I've always dreamed about watching a grown man impregnate his
own little girl. I never thought I'd get to see it though."
I was a little worried at this. "Uh Momma?" I asked.
"Yes Dear?"
"Does this mean I have to keep fucking Daddy until I DO get
pregnant?" One time, to feel what it was like was one thing.
Being a second wife to my own father was another.
"No," assured Momma, "it's just that if you DO want to do it
again later, the same rules apply. No risk, no prick. Unless
you're already pregnant. Got it?"
"Yes Momma." I got it. Still, even if Daddy DID squirt his
sperm right up inside my womb, there wasn't all that much chance
of getting pregnant. I felt it was worth the risk. Especially
if it would make Momma happy. "What do I do now?" I asked.
For the first time since we started our discussion, Momma
giggled. "Just go in the bedroom, and tell your father his
little girl wants her father to get her pregnant. You won't have
to do anything else."
I giggled too. It WAS funny. So funny in fact, that I did
just that.
I don't know if Daddy had been listening, was just horny
that day, or what. I do know that I found him lying naked on the
bed, sporting the biggest erection that I had ever seen.
Momma hadn't been exaggerating. I don't know just how big
Daddy's prick was that day. Momma says it varies from just a bit
over 10 inches, to slightly over 11, depending on how horny and
how excited he gets. I guess the idea of fucking his own
daughter and getting her pregnant made him reach new heights.
(Or lengths.)
5
"Daddy," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "your
little girl wants her father to put his big cock up inside her,
and get her pregnant."
That was almost a mistake. Daddy told me later that he
almost wasted his load all over the sheets, when he heard me
repeat what Momma had told me to say. It certainly excited him.
Still, he managed to restrain himself.
"If you want it, then sit on it," he croaked.
I looked at the monster spike rising from my father's loins.
No way that thing was going to fit all the way up inside me! On
the other hand, there was no way I wasn't going to try either.
If I didn't, I would never forgive myself.
I was just starting to climb on the bed to follow Daddy's
instructions, when I was interrupted. "Kids!" said Momma
disgustedly, "have no idea."
"Here," she said, handing me a blue and white tube, "You'll
need this."
"This" was a tube of KY jelly. I knew what it was, from the
one time I had let Jerry try doing it in my asshole. His
insistence that we try again, was one of the many reasons I was
dumping him for Mike. If I let Mike fuck me in the ass, it would
be because I wanted to be nice to him, not because he bugged me
into doing it. Jerry only thinks of himself.
Still, this monster prick would feel a lot bigger going into
my cunny than Jerry's puny member had felt in my backside. Momma
had a point. I squirted a large dollop of clear goop on my hand,
and started working it onto Daddy's prick, until Momma stopped
me.
"If you keep that up," she observed, "you're going to jack
him off with your hands, instead of your cunt." Momma was bold
and blunt with her advice.
I took one last big blob of KY, and pushed it up inside me.
That would have to do.
Nervously, I approached my father. I was more and more
scared, the closer my cunny got to his cock. Still, I didn't
stop. It was only when I was kneeling astride my father's hips,
about to perform the most obscene act of all, a daughter fucking
her own father, that I fully appreciated just how big Daddy was.
It wouldn't fit!
I mean, it was just too long! I couldn't bend Daddy's prick
down far enough to fit it inside me. With Jerry, or even Mike,
there had never been a problem like this. I was NOT amused by my
mother's snicker as she noticed my problem. I WAS going to show
her that I could fuck Daddy just like she could. . . I hoped.
Straining, I lifted up until my father's prick was resting
against my spread cunny lips, and fit the head inside me. Oh
GOD! Daddy was not only LONGER than either Jerry or Mike, he was
fatter too! It was only the fact that he was so long, that made
him seem to be slim. Oh shit!
Still, the lubricant (not to mention the pre-cum that was
dribbling out of Daddy's prick,) made Daddy's cock slide inside
me with only a slight hesitation. Oh my God, was I stuffed!
Four, five, then six inches of paternal prick slid inside me,
until I had more of Daddy's prick in me than even Mike had ever
managed to get.
6
I felt Daddy's prick actually pushing into my uterus, just
like Momma said it would, and Mike had done the previous night.
Momma was right.
I looked down, and was shocked to see that close to four
more inches of cock still remained outside me. I wondered just
what I had gotten myself into? Oh shit. Still, I pressed down.
"Ah," I panted. I could feel myself spreading inside. It
hurt. But not like Mike had the night before. This was a dull
achy sort of hurt.
"AAaahh," I gasped even louder, as I pressed down.
"Slowly, at first," advised Momma. I guess if anyone knew,
she did. So, I did it slowly. Bit by bit, I worked myself
downward. 1/4 inch. 1/2 inch. 3/4. Three inches of my
father's prick still remained outside me, when I felt either
Daddy's prick shrink a little, or my uterus expand slightly, so
that the tip of Daddy's cock poked inside. If it had been Mike,
I'm sure the whole head would have been inside my womb by now,
but Daddy was a lot fatter.
Momma had climbed up on the bed behind me, by this time,
telling me to, "Relax Honey. Let your father in. Easy; a piece
at a time." All the while she kept massaging my back and
shoulders trying to relax me. It worked.
All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my gut, and knew that
the head of my father's penis was inside my womb. I had done it!
Now to get Daddy to cum in me, just as quick as I could, so I
could say I had done it at least once. Once like this would be
definitely enough.
I don't know How Momma had taken it all those years when she
was just nine or ten years old. I'm sure Daddy's cock must have
seemed almost as big to her back then, as it did to me right now.
"Oh God, oh God," Moaned Daddy, bringing me back to the
present.
"Now!" said Momma in my ear, "He's going to cum." With
this, Momma shifted her grip on my shoulders from massaging to
pushing down hard!
At the same time, Daddy pushed up from below. There was a
sickening stretching sensation, as the last two inches of my
father's prick slid into my body.
I screamed! It felt like I was being split wide open. Not
even when Jerry took my virginity, had I hurt this bad.
"Easy, easy," Momma panted in my ear, "You've got it all now
Honey."
I did. Looking down, I could see my cunny-lips splayed
around the base of my father's prick, while up inside me was a
throbbing something that felt like a part of me that had been
missing all my life. For some reason, the pain had temporarily
vanished, as my father shuddered and shook underneath me.
I knew Daddy was doing his best right then, to plant a baby
inside my womb. No, I didn't feel his cum inside me. I don't
think you can. I did feel each jerk he gave, as he tried to
force even more of his gigantic prick into my womb, and each time
he squirted another jet of incestuous sperm inside me to join
that already seeking my fertility.
7
I was too sore to help him; I just sat there as Daddy
squirted jet after jet of thick cum into the deepest part of my
womb. GOD what a kick to be able to do this for your own father!
It was only when Daddy started to slow down, that my own
orgasm overtook me by surprise. I hadn't really expected to get
off when Daddy came inside me. The pain was too great. Even
before I started, I hadn't really expected to cum. I just wanted
to see if I COULD do it; not if I could enjoy it. I never EVER
had an orgasm like that one.
Daddy was almost finished cumming, when I felt my vagina and
womb go into spasms around him. It was like I was impaled on a
post, as my body squeezed and milked on my father's unbelievably
huge prick, trying to milk every last drop of his precious seed
into my womb where it belonged.
Well, orgasms like that don't last very long. They can't,
or you'd be dead. Still, it was an unbelievable experience that
I wouldn't give up for the world. I never planned on repeating
it, but I wouldn't have missed it either.
When I finally climbed off my father, it felt as though my
guts were being pulled out with his prick. First, the shrunken
head popped out of my uterus, bringing an "ouch" from me as I was
still quite sore inside. Then the extraction of his enormous
member felt as though I was being turned inside out.
I watched with amazement, as Daddy's cock shrank and shrank
and shrank, until there was only a nubbin left.
Momma looked at where I was staring in amazement at the two-
inch long prick that was all that Daddy had left.
"See," she said with satisfaction, "I told you so. BOY, you
must have REALLY drained your father. I haven't seen George so
small after fucking, since the last time he knocked ME up."
Oh shit. This reminded me of all the incestuous sperm I had
inside me. I knew it wouldn't do any good to douche, as Daddy's
sperm was already in my womb. Oh well, If I got pregnant, I got
pregnant. At least I didn't have to worry about the father up
and deserting me. I also didn't have to worry about my mother
being annoyed at me giving her another baby to raise, After all,
SHE was the one who insisted that I not use birth-control.
Two days later, I still couldn't believe I had done that.
It was a week before I felt able to fuck Mike again, and
almost a month before I tried getting HIM into my womb. It was
no use. Even after having been previously opened up by Daddy,
Mike just isn't long enough. I Love him, but somehow it's not
quite enough.
My period came around on time; so at least I didn't have
that worry. On the other hand, Momma has been looking at me like
the cat who has the key to the canary's cage. I think she knows
what I'm feeling. Damn! Why does Momma always have to be right?
I don't know WHAT I'm going to do next week, when I'm
fertile again. I don't REALLY want to do that again, do I?
Even if I do, do I want to take yet another chance on
getting knocked-up?
At least I know that Momma wasn't lying when she wrote that
story. Of course, anyone reading THIS one, will probably have
the same reaction: "That's Horseshit!"
8
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