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POSING.TXT "Posing" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg)
This story is based on a scene from someone-else's story.
Usually, my stories are based completely on things I have done,
or seen, or thought about. But mostly, they are based on wet-
dreams. I wake up in the morning with a hard-on, and a story-
line in my head.
To continue: Once again "Phil Phantom" has done it to me. He
created such a horny picture of something sexy in one of his
stories that it inspired me to write one. His story, "Photo
Pro" was a slightly non-consensual story about a family that
where the father uses the pretense of taking photographs to abuse
his teenaged daughter. Not normally the story-type that turns me
on, but VERY sexy and well written. (Unlike many of the stories
on the net.) After reading it, I could not get the idea of the
man impregnating his teenaged daughter while her mother watched;
under the excuse of "posing for pictures" out of my mind. Thus
this story. Not a line was stolen from the original story. (If
you want to read that one, try the Louvre, I highly recommend it,
even if it IS slightly non-consensual) The only thing that was
stolen from Phil's story, is the idea of using "posing" to sneak
a baby in his little girl's womb, right in front of her own
mother. Still, that is a debt, and I hereby acknowledge it.
If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls
having sex, then skip this one.
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DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!
And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals.
You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under
expert supervision.
Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an
example, is full of horse-turds. This is a story. It is not a
recommendation, of something to do. In fact, I strongly urge
anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this
story to seek professional help. In a hurry!
Final warning!
This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a
young girl. It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex"
as the girl gets pregnant. Yes knocked-up, baby-time. If you're
still reading this, you must like such stories.
"Posing"
An Erotic Story
"It's just for posing." Daddy looked hurt, that I had
refused. The trouble was, that's what Daddy always said, "It's
just for posing." Look what happened to me.
It all started when I was about 11 or 12.
Momma got Daddy a camera for Christmas. Not just ANY camera
though. My mother had been running out of ideas of what to give
Daddy for birthdays and Christmas, when my father expressed an
interest in photography.
As usual, when either Momma or Daddy buys the other one a
present, Momma went overboard. She didn't just get a GOOD
camera; Momma had to get the best. Even at that, she goofed.
Not being sophisticated, Momma assumed that when you bought a
camera that expensive, you got a CAMERA. . . Ready to go.
After looking over Daddy's shoulders for almost three weeks,
while he drooled over this camera or that, Momma figured she knew
which one Daddy liked, (Or at least, which ones were acceptable.)
So she ordered it; wrapped it; and placed it under the tree.
(Yes, she ORDERED it. Cameras THAT expensive you don't buy over
the counter; you order them from specialty shops.)
When Daddy opened the plain brown box, and found it
contained the "dream machine" of camera buffs, he almost went
wild with joy.
For almost 10 minutes Daddy spent fingering all the various
features, loading it with film, and generally planning his first
shot.
Momma and I couldn't figure what was taking Daddy so long to
get started. I mean, the tree and our family were excellent
starting subjects. So why didn't Daddy just take some pictures
and go on unwrapping presents. Still, Daddy kept fiddling,
looking through the box and instructions, as he became more and
more frantic about something.
This wasn't like my father. Usually he could figure most
things out without spending a lot of time reading instruction
manuals. Finally, Daddy seemed to give up. "Mel," he said,
(Momma's real name is Mellissa, but nobody ever calls her that,
except Grandma.) "Where's the lens?"
Lens? Both Momma and I looked at Daddy, puzzled.
"Isn't that it?" I said, pointing to the black circle in the
front; showing that I was just as ignorant as my mother.
"Oh shit," said Daddy. He then explained to both of us that
cameras like this one had interchangeable lenses for different
uses. Some for close-ups, and some for taking pictures of things
far away. Since each photographer had different ideas about what
the perfect combination of lenses were, they sold the "body" of
the camera separate from the various lenses.
On cheaper cameras, they usually included a general-purpose
lens with the body; but on really expensive ones like this, they
left it up to the buyer to decide which one he or she really
wanted. After all, it didn't make sense to include a 500 to 1000
dollar lens that the buyer might never use.
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500 to 1000, for a "cheap" lens? Wow! I wondered how much
a "good" one cost. Almost half the price of the camera, I found
out. Luckily, the camera store was open that Christmas, (for
returns, and sudden extra needs, just like ours).
Also luckily, they had two lenses that would fit Daddy's new
jewel. The others he had to order, just like Momma had ordered
the camera itself.
By the time we left the store, (Paying in advance for the
two lenses Daddy ordered.) we were carrying bags, film, tripods,
lights, and other accessories that made my parent's bank account
poorer by over twice what Momma had paid for the camera body.
Momma's lips were pinched and sour. She had WANTED to get
Daddy something expensive. This was FAR beyond what she had
budgeted, however. Still, Momma never suggested that perhaps
Daddy should settle for a cheaper combination of camera and lens.
Momma loves Daddy.
I don't really remember what I got for Christmas that year.
The camera took up all our time. Daddy started with pictures of
the tree, us, the cats, our Christmas dinner, me making a snow-
man, the house, etc., etc., etc. Daddy must have gone through
five rolls of film that first day.
You might think that my father would lose interest after a
day or so of this. Nope. Mother DID pick the right gift for
Daddy. From then on, you never knew when you might be doing
something, and there would be a bright flash as your likeness was
captured forever on film.
Daddy took pictures of me playing, the trees outside when it
was frosty, the neighbors, and anything and everything. Momma
put her foot down though, when he started to take a picture of
her in her nightgown.
Still, she didn't object when he had me "pose" in my summer
sun-suit, or my bikini. As long as it was only "posing."
About three months later, Daddy got his first award.
We didn't even know Daddy was sending copies of his pictures
off to various magazines, until they announced he had won.
Daddy's first award was for a picture of the frost-covered
trees that winter. It WAS beautiful. Strangely, that was the
only award Daddy ever got for a nature-picture. He collected
many awards over the next few years, but they were all for
pictures of people.
The second picture that won an award for Daddy, was one of
me.
I never even knew he took it. It was a picture of a cute
little girl (me) lying on a couch, sleeping. I looked so
innocent, as back then my body was just beginning to develop. I
was wearing a short little mini-skirt that was all the rage back
then, but in my sleep the dress had crept up above my waist,
exposing my panties. It was so cute. You could tell that I had
no idea what a spectacle I made, with the tight little panties
pulled up, so you could actually see the indentation made by my
plump little cunny-lips.
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It was innocently sexy, without being lewd or obscene. I've
got to say, that Daddy had great taste for posing. (He still
does, for that matter.)
Only I wasn't posing in that picture. (I hadn't gotten into
that yet.) I was just a little girl sleeping, and Daddy caught
the pose just right.
After that award, Daddy started taking more pictures of me.
Sometimes, he would "pose" me for the pictures, but at first he
seemed to do better just catching me doing things naturally.
Still, he improved all the time.
The picture that really started things though, was the one
of me licking a lollipop. This one Daddy did "pose" me for.
We must have worked for over an hour, before Daddy finally
got the "pose" he wanted, with me sitting; licking a big sucker
that was almost as big as my hand, while facing the camera, so
you got just the hint of my panties up under the short little
skirt I was wearing.
When that picture got the big award, and even got posted in
the local newspaper, suddenly people started coming to see Daddy
to have them take pictures of THEIR children. Within a month,
Daddy had quit his job, and was working as a professional
photographer.
It seemed that over half of Daddy's customers were men, who
wanted him to make THEIR little girls look so innocently sexy as
I had. That old "pose" of a little girl with a lollipop got
pretty worn-out in the next few months, though Daddy STILL gets
an occasional request from somebody to "pose" his little girl
like that.
As I said, that was the start. After that first success,
Daddy started trying new "poses" on me all the time. Momma
wasn't too happy about some of them, especially the ones that
showed a lot of bare-skin and panties, but she never said
anything.
There was a slight glitch, the first time Daddy took some
nude pictures. (No, not of me.) A nudist couple (or nature-
lovers) wanted Daddy to take a family photo, but of them nude.
Daddy didn't mind; just charged them a little extra, because he
took more time to "pose" them than normal.
Never having worked with nude people before, it took Daddy a
while to get the lighting and "pose" just right. Full-frontal
nudity, with genitalia of everyone exposed, but not lewd or
obscene, was quite a challenge. Still, Daddy managed, and that
was the start of him being a nudist photographer.
The couple liked the picture so well, of them and their
little girl, that they recommended Daddy to all their friends.
Well, one day the cops showed up at the door, and arrested
Daddy. It seems that some bluenose at the studio where Daddy had
his film developed thought nude pictures of little girls were
illegal, so she called the cops.
It took almost a year before Daddy got all his equipment
back, as the case was thrown out of court by a judge who said,
"Anyone who thinks award-winning pictures of little girls were
obscene, just because they were naked, has to be sick." Still,
Daddy lost a lot of negatives and his equipment was fairly badly
damaged, but the police never even gave him an apology.
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After that, Momma got Daddy an enlarger and photo-equipment
for his birthday, and Daddy made a darkroom in the basement, and
did his own developing. After a while, Daddy got so good he
preferred his own work to the labs anyway.
The publicity he got for fighting the "nudist" case, made
Daddy quite popular among those people who preferred to go naked.
So Daddy ended up going to a lot of nude gatherings; quite often
taking me and Momma along. He was also taking a lot of nude
pictures of me, by this time.
Daddy would quite often "pose" me for these pictures, and I
appeared in a quite a few publications like "Sun and Swim". I
didn't mind, though. At first Momma was a little upset at her
little girl's naked body being displayed in magazines all over
the country. Daddy was almost as good at soothing Momma's
worries though, as he was at posing me. Each time Momma got a
little upset at a slightly more risque pose, Daddy would point
out that it wasn't all that unusual, and he was able to back up
his claims by showing pictures of other girls in even more
extreme positions than the one that bothered Momma each time.
Daddy must have had a lot of pictures of little naked girls;
ranging from innocently nude, all the way up to hard-core
fucking. Of course, he never showed Momma any of the hard-core
ones at first. He led Momma (and me) along a step at a time.
Just nude at the start, without even my pussy showing. Then a
hint of pussy. Next, the crack showing. A few days later, full
frontal nude. Next, my leg lifted a little. As I said, one tiny
step at a time. The progression was so smooth over several
months, that it was only when you compared the early pictures
Daddy took, to those several months later, that you could see how
far we had gone.
There was something about my body that people seemed to
like; at least those people who bought nudist magazines, anyway.
Daddy had a secret, that he kept for many years. The reason I
looked so fresh and innocent, yet so arousing, was very simple:
Daddy excited me, before I "posed".
At first, it was just things like tickling, that got my body
all heated and flushed with excitement. Then, when Momma
complained about all the noise, Daddy got a little more subtle.
He'd stroke my body with his big hands, until I shivered with
excitement. Then, when my nipples were sticking out, he'd "pose"
me in various semi-erotic positions. Once he started taking nude
pictures of me, Daddy would usually go naked himself; explaining
to my mother that it would be "less embarrassing" to me, if I
knew he was naked too. I don't know about that, but knowing my
father was taking sexy shots of my body while HE was naked sure
did a lot to make me look even more aroused than before.
Daddy pointed this out to Momma, and after a while she
stopped objecting; even when she saw Daddy sporting a huge
erection. After all, this was even MORE exciting to me, knowing
my own father was getting turned on by my naked body.
At that time, (about 6 to 9 months after Daddy first got the
camera,) I knew about as much as any other 12 or 13 year old, so
I wasn't completely ignorant about sex. I knew where babies came
from, and that my body was getting ripe, so it could make them.
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Once I started having periods, seeing Daddy naked aroused me
even more. Still, you don't do sexy things with your own father
do you?
Daddy did. About this time, the pictures he started making
subtly changed. From sexy pictures of an innocent little girl,
my "poses" became increasingly explicit. Daddy even started
"feeling me up" to get me more aroused, before "posing" me;
sometime with my own finger hovering near my little crack.
The first time Momma caught Daddy with his finger in my
slit, she almost had kittens. Still, Daddy talked her down, as
he explained that it was necessary to make me look properly
aroused for the pictures he was taking.
When Momma objected that he shouldn't be taking "that kind"
of pictures of his own little girl, he showed her how most of our
money was now coming in from him taking just "that kind" of
pictures of me.
Well, Momma still objected, but finally agreed that he could
continue, as long as I didn't get hurt, and the pictures didn't
get much worse than what he had already taken.
That was a mistake. Momma should have put her foot down,
and insisted that Daddy keep to the strictly nude pictures. By
saying it was OK, as long as he didn't get "much worse," Momma
allowed Daddy to progress even further.
The next day, Daddy had me "pose" with my finger up my
crack, while spreading my legs. Since Momma wasn't there to
object, I went along.
It was only about a week before Momma saw Daddy "posing" me
with my legs spread, and both hands groping between my legs.
When Momma objected, he told her I was "just posing" and they
could make a lot of money, if I made it "look good", as if I was
really masturbating.
Momma looked suspiciously at my father, but finally agreed,
as long as it was "just posing."
That was the REAL start of my career in porn. From then on,
whenever Momma caught me or Daddy doing something particularly
outrageous, Daddy would explain that I was "just posing" and
Momma would stop.
From masturbation and rubbing my developing titties, it
wasn't long until Daddy had me rubbing my crack with first a
vibrator, and then later a dildo.
Momma got red in the face, when she saw me rub my little
slit with a big rubber penis, but as long as Daddy assured her
that I was "just posing" she didn't stop me. Of course, Daddy's
"warm-up" exercises had progressed as well. From feeling me all
over, Daddy had progressed to feeling me up; in both ass and
cunt, until I was hot and flushed for the "poses."
Daddy kept assuring Momma that it was "necessary" to get me
excited, so that the people who looked at the pictures would
believe I was really masturbating, not just "posing."
Yeah, right. Daddy was just a horny old man, who liked to
feel his daughter up.
Still, I didn't object either. I mean, if my own father and
mother thought I was doing the right thing by helping Daddy, then
it didn't bother me to "act" like I was getting off on it.
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After a few months, Daddy said he had some new clients, who
would pay well for a few slightly more explicit shots.
Momma was a little suspicious of this, but agreed that maybe
a LITTLE hint of real sex wouldn't be all that bad, as long as it
was just posing. Still, she wanted to be sure it was just that:
"posing" and not the real thing.
So Daddy had Momma take the pictures this time. He set them
up, and had Momma click the shutter when he said so. This way he
was able to get into the picture, and Momma could be sure we were
"just posing."
Ha Ha! Some "posing." These pictures were the start of
what was to become real hard-core porno. Since I was under 13,
it would be considered "kiddie-porn" now; though at the time,
such a category didn't exist.
At first, it WAS just that: posing. Daddy would stand
beside me, with a semi-erect prick right near my mouth. If you
were a REAL pervert, you might imagine that I was about to suck
Daddy off, but you needed a pretty good imagination. Later, we
did similar shots with Daddy between my legs.
It seems there were some funny rules at that time, where you
could publish pictures of people in sexual positions, but
couldn't actually show penetration, or ejaculation. Daddy had to
jack-off a few times, before we "posed" together, so he wouldn't
have an erection that would get the pictures busted.
The second time he did this, Daddy had a hard time getting
off, until he reached over and began feeling me up while he did
it.
Momma looked daggers at Daddy, but didn't say anything, as
it wasn't all that much more than he had been doing previously to
warm ME up. Daddy came in warm squirts all over my leg, and
Momma had to wipe it up before we could continue "posing".
It was the first time I actually saw my father's cum, but
not the last.
After about a month of these kinds of shots, where Daddy
would "pose" with his prick next to my little cunny, ass, or
mouth, the rules changed. Suddenly, because of a law-change, or
possibly because Daddy had new customers for his pictures,
penetration and ejaculation were no longer forbidden.
Daddy worked it up slow though. If he had rushed in, Momma
would probably have put her foot down, and the whole photo
business with me would have probably ground to a halt. I'm sure
that If Momma had known Daddy's eventual aim, she would have
stopped him immediately; and maybe even filed for divorce.
Daddy knew that, and very carefully led us both along step
by tiny step.
The first of these steps was when Daddy came on me, as we
prepared for yet another of those fake-fuck shots.
When Momma was going to wipe up the white splatter on my
leg, Daddy stopped her. "It looks more realistic this way," he
told Momma, "as if we really were fucking. It makes the pose
look more real, and I can probably get a lot more money for it."
Well, what the heck. Momma figured that Daddy was already
cumming on me almost every time, so what did it hurt, if we took
a picture of it?
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The next day, Daddy squirted his cum right on my belly, so
it would look like he had just pulled out of me. Momma almost
had a fit; worrying that he might accidentally get some inside
me; but once she saw Daddy only had squirted on my tummy, and a
little on my legs, she relaxed.
The next day, Daddy had me close my eyes, while he squirted
cum on my cheek, and down my chin. When Daddy posed next to me
with my mouth open it almost looked like I had sucked him off,
and he had cum all over my face.
Things went on like this for a while, until Momma stopped
flinching each time Daddy squirted his cum near my pussy, ass, or
mouth.
In the meantime, Daddy had started having Momma take the
pictures while he actually inserted the tip of his prick in me.
No, not in my pussy. At least not at first, anyway. But Daddy
had Momma shoot while he laid just the head of his cock on my
lips, or rested his prick on my asshole.
As I said, step by little tiny step, Daddy worked towards
his goal. I think by the time Daddy first squirted cum in my
mouth, we all knew where it would end, but we couldn't seem to
stop.
The first time Daddy put the tip of his prick inside my
vagina, Momma almost made him stop. But Daddy told her to, "Take
it easy, it's just posing," and Momma stopped objecting. How
Daddy ever kept from ramming his thick cock up inside me that
day, I'll never know, but he just slid the head in and out while
Momma obediently took picture after picture of her husband's cock
going into their little girl.
Daddy was already cumming, when he suddenly pulled out and
splashed thick white cum all over my belly; even running back
down to my bare pussy.
Momma hurriedly wiped me up, commenting that it was a good
thing Daddy didn't "do it" inside me, as I wasn't on the pill. I
didn't tell her that I could feel some of Daddy's warm seed
dribbling out of my slippery slit, even as Momma was commenting
on how lucky we were that he didn't get any in me.
That picture made a LOT of money for Daddy, and I understand
it got into over four porno mags before the year was out.
After that time, Momma agreed that it would be OK for me and
Daddy to "pose" like that, as long as he didn't ejaculate inside
me.
Well, as you can imagine, Daddy kept pushing the limits. It
started with him fucking me in the ass, and then once he had cum
all over my ass, he pushed his prick back inside me, before Momma
could object. Daddy pointed out, that he couldn't get me
pregnant, by shooting up my ass, and it looked so much more sexy
for people to know that my daddy's prick was leaking sperm in his
little girl, as the cum all over my ass and his prick up inside
me, so clearly showed. Once again, Momma gave ground.
Having set a precedent, the next day Daddy had me suck him
off, and came in my mouth. He then had me show my mouth full of
my father's sperm; dribbling down my chin, while I licked the
last obscene drop off his prick. Momma took picture after
picture of this, and never said a word.
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Two days later, Daddy slid his thick prick all the way up
inside me, and fucked me for real. My virginity was long gone;
taken by Daddy's finger and dildoes and vibrators, but it was the
first time I had a real man inside me.
I came so hard, it's a wonder I didn't break Daddy's prick
off.
Momma took picture after picture as Daddy and I "posed" with
his prick partly inside me, barely inside me, or buried in my
tummy to the hilt. When he came, Daddy squirted a big mess of
white sticky cum all over my tummy, and some of it even landed on
my slit, as Daddy couldn't pull it away fast enough.
Momma said some dirty words, but just wiped me up carefully
to make sure none of Daddy's sperm got inside me.
As long as it was just "posing", Momma never stopped
anything after that. She only drew the line at Daddy squirting
his sperm in my vagina. Fucking, sucking, ass-fucking were all
just "poses" to be photographed. I had Daddy's sperm in my
mouth, up my ass, and all over my body.
Two days after the first time, Daddy "accidentally" squirted
in me before he could pull out. Still, three good squirts went
up on my tummy, and Daddy (again "accidentally") let the last
squirt land right on my bare little cunny; thus hiding the fact
that more semen was dribbling out of my snatch, than Daddy
squirted on the outside.
When Momma gave him hell, Daddy just shrugged and said that
"accidents" were bound to happen, and he couldn't guarantee that
he would always be able to pull out in time, let alone be sure
that none of his cum accidentally landed on my crack. Momma
seethed a bit, but let it pass.
The next time Daddy fucked me, he pulled out all right, but
when he stopped squirting cum all over my ass, (We were fucking
doggie-style.) he slid his cock down and stuffed it back inside
me. Momma almost had a fit!
Daddy brushed it off, saying that he THOUGHT he had put his
cock in my ass, where it was "safe"; but not to worry, because he
had squirted most of it on my ass anyway. Again Momma fumed, but
didn't push it.
About a week later, Daddy squirted cum all over my cunt;
holding it open so he could squirt it right up inside me. He
told Momma that it was needed for a "special client" and worth
the risk. Besides, hadn't I just finished my period?
As I said, pretty much anything went, except the final step;
and even that one Daddy was treading pretty close. After the
first few times, I found I LIKED getting fucked properly in the
cunt, and actually helped Daddy sneak a few extra squirts of
incestuous sperm in my womb, when Momma didn't suspect.
Once, I tried getting Daddy to fuck me before bedtime, but
Momma cut me off short.
It was OK with her, as long as it was only "posing" but boy
oh boy did she get mad if Daddy ever approached me outside the
studio! I think this was just Momma's way of denying what was
going on; that her husband was screwing the heck out of her
little girl, and she wasn't doing anything to stop it.
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Well, Daddy made a lot of money with the pictures he made.
In fact, some of them are STILL making money even years later.
Eventually though, it wasn't enough.
I was a little over thirteen, when Daddy told Momma that
someone was willing to pay a LOT of money for a real "cum shot"
of a man fucking his own daughter.
Since we were the most famous father/daughter sex-team, they
had naturally approached him first. "It'll be only posing," I
heard Daddy saying to Momma for the umpteenth time.
"But what if she. . ." Momma wasn't convinced.
"Don't worry," said Daddy, "I'll just make it LOOK like I
cum in her. You know how good I am at posing shots so they look
real."
I shivered, as I listened. Daddy WAS good at posing.
I always looked forward to "posing" with Daddy, and he
rarely disappointed me, usually finding some excuse for us to
"pose" together every day. In those days, I rarely posed alone.
A few times Daddy had me pose with Momma, but my she didn't like
that too much.
"Oh OK," Momma acquiesced, like she had so many times
before. "As long as it's just posing, mind you. I don't want
you getting our little girl pregnant."
"I have to make it look real," reminded Daddy.
Momma sighed. I guess she knew that somehow it would
eventually come to this. "Do what you have to," she finally
said, giving Daddy all the rope he needed.
This time, when Momma grabbed the camera, she used the new
movie camera. Over the past several months, we had been using it
more and more, until Momma could finally handle it like an
expert, and she was almost as good as Daddy was. We had made
several movies before, but this was to be the start of one like
never seen before.
In those days, sound movies were too expensive for amateurs
to make, so everything was silent. Momma panned across a
blackboard that said "Daddy does his Daughter" before focusing on
where Daddy was "working me up" like he usually did before we
started.
However, since the film couldn't be too long, we quickly
moved to where Daddy had me facing the camera, while he slid his
big prick up inside me from behind. That way, the camera had a
good view of my father's prick sliding in and out of my hot
little hole. Momma got a close-up of Daddy's cock stretching my
little slit, before shifting a little higher so you could see my
tummy swell each time Daddy pushed his cock up inside me.
Momma then panned the camera up to my flushed, panting face,
while I mouthed, "Oh Daddy, fuck me!" at the camera. Daddy then
lifted my leg, so you could see the incestuous father/daughter
coupling even better, while Momma hurriedly grabbed a few quick
shots with the still-camera, before continuing with the movie
camera.
Daddy continued to "pose" me in as many obscene positions as
he could, before yelling, "NOW!" to Momma.
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Momma took a quick shot of Daddy's strained face, as he
mouthed, "I'm cumming!"; then shifted the camera to a close-up
view of where Daddy's cock was sliding in and out of me. Daddy
pulled his cock halfway out, so Momma could close in even
tighter, just as a bulge rippled through the base of his cock.
The grim look on Momma's face was precious, as she realized that
her husband was actually cumming inside her little girl, but she
knew better than to waste time trying to stop him, when this shot
of a man trying to impregnate his own daughter might be
priceless.
One, two, then three big shots of incestuous sperm shot into
my womb, as Daddy tried to force as much of his prick inside me
as he could.
Then Daddy pulled out; just long enough for Momma to catch a
good shot of my father's thick cock squirting thick sticky sperm
all over my teenaged crack, before shoving the still-squirting
member back up inside me, and leaving it there. Momma managed to
catch the two final bulges in the base of Daddy's cock on film;
as he let the last bit of his seed flow into my welcoming young
womb.
Finally Daddy pulled out, and Momma got a good shot of my
crotch leaking Daddy's sperm; while his white-streaked penis
dripped proof that the man had really cum inside his little girl,
and wasn't just faking it.
Momma took one final shot of me kissing Daddy, before
shutting off the camera.
Once her job was done, Momma confronted Daddy. "You horny
son-of-a-bitch," she said, "You were just TRYING to get our
little girl pregnant, weren't you?"
Daddy just grinned, and said, "It's just posing."
"Just posing, my foot," stormed Momma. "Just look at her,
dripping cum. Her period was just a little over two weeks ago,
and she might be conceiving right now! I'd better get a rag, and
wipe her up. Douching would probably just wash your sperm up
inside her. Men!"
Daddy stopped Momma from hurrying off to get a towel.
"Wait," he said. "We'd better get some more shots of her
first. We don't want to miss the opportunity of taking pictures
of a fresh-fucked little girl."
Momma opened her mouth to object, then suddenly seemed to
change her mind. "Yeah," she said, "if Lisa's going to get
pregnant, we want to have a record of it, don't we."
For a moment, Daddy looked startled. Then he chuckled.
"Right," he said.
For the next half hour, Momma and Daddy posed me: Showing
off my sperm-dripping vagina, in shot after shot. Then, when
Daddy got hard again, Momma had him get on top of me, with my ass
elevated on a pillow; so that when Daddy came in me this time, it
would soak in.
To tell the truth, I was shocked. I had really expected
Momma to hit the roof when Daddy came in me; after all her
earlier insistence that he be careful, so he wouldn't get me
pregnant.
Afterwards, I really expected Momma to insist I go on the
pill; or at least use SOME kind of birth-control, but she didn't.
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I suppose you're wondering about Momma too. After all, this
was quite a change from her previous stance. Was Momma mad?
Wasn't she even annoyed? Or was she turned on by the whole
thing? Well, years later I asked her.
It seems that Momma just gave up, and decided to go along.
Was she turned on? A little. Well, actually a lot. It's
just that she didn't want to admit it, even to herself. So Momma
raised weak little objections all along the way. Never enough to
stop Daddy, but enough to soothe her conscience each time.
Was she amused? A lot.
Actually, Momma knew this was going to happen quite a while
before this, and was trying to decide what to do about it, when
Daddy forced her to decide fast. So she did. Since I wasn't
objecting, and if she DID raise a stink it might have ended in a
messy divorce, she decided "What the hell!" Even though some
people might consider what her husband was doing abuse of the
worst kind, she knew he really loved me, and would never dream of
hurting his little girl. Also, if I HAD objected, he would have
stopped. Since I didn't. . . Well, Momma figured I must have
wanted it. Well, I did. . . A little. I just didn't know all
that I was getting into. Still, I'm not sorry, and neither was
Momma.
Besides, Daddy had led us both step by tiny step up to this
point. That last little step didn't seem so big any more to
Momma. In fact from then on, Momma insisted that Daddy squirt
his sperm right up inside my womb at least once a day. Even on
the days we didn't have a photo session, Momma would have Daddy
come in my room after I had gone to bed, and fuck me so I could
go to sleep with my father's seed swimming in my womb. She no
longer raised any objection to Daddy fucking me when we weren't
"posing." She even insisted that if we were NOT posing, then
Daddy had to cum in my vagina, so I would have at least a CHANCE
of getting pregnant when he did. Since Daddy had pretty much the
same ends in mind, you can imagine how often I got fucked. Not
that I minded.
I gave up on getting on the pill. I figured if both Daddy
AND Momma wanted me to get pregnant, then I guess I would just go
ahead and have a baby. So I did.
It was about three months later, that I first missed my
period. Momma and Daddy held a big celebration, in which I got
fucked about 5 times, and even licked Momma out twice.
From then on, it seemed that I "posed" more than ever.
Pregnant 13-year-old little girls are rare, it seems. At
least ones who fuck their fathers and let pictures be taken of
them anyway. We made a bundle on that set of pictures.
Yes, we. Since I was old enough to have a baby, Momma and
Daddy figured I was old enough to make financial decisions on my
own. So, from then on, all the money from our "posing" was split
three ways.
Daddy pointed out that I deserved a good part of it anyway,
as the pictures were of me. Of course, having a third of the
income, Momma insisted that I share a third of the expenses too.
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As I said, we made a LOT of money on that movie, and even
more on the photo series that followed of my belly getting big.
Not to mention those shots of Daddy fucking me when I was about
8-months gone.
If you think pictures of a pregnant thirteen-year-old are
sexy, then you should see the market there is for a FUCKING
pregnant 13-year-old girl. Daddy had to be careful selling them,
but we made a mint.
When my daughter Mindy was born, it wasn't two weeks later
that we were making a sequel to the first film, where Daddy gets
his FOURTEEN year old daughter pregnant.
Actually, Momma had me "posing" with my little girl before I
even got out of the hospital. I remember one shot, where Momma
took pictures of me nursing Mindy. She suggested I pinch my
nipple, and squirt the milk into my daughter's mouth.
Unfortunately, not all of it went in, and some landed on her
face. Strangely, Momma found that very interesting, and took
several shots of Mindy's little wrinkled face dripping in her
mother's milk.
This continued for a while, until we all decided we'd better
stop. There was something about seeing my little girl with her
father's sperm oozing out of her unfucked cunny, and knowing we
wouldn't be able to stop later, if we didn't stop then.
Not wanting Mindy to even accidentally get hurt, we all
decided to limit the posing to just me.
A few years later, I got too old to be in "kiddie-porn"
anymore, and the regular porn business seemed too tame for all of
us. So, after one last incredible sequence where I got pregnant
for the fourth time, I retired. Daddy went back to his still
fairly successful regular photography business, and we all lived
on that, the money we invested from the earlier business, and
the "residuals".
Of course, I still did some private "posing" for Daddy. . .
Like every night, at bedtime, and sometimes in the morning too.
Momma would take pictures, but it was amazing how often she
forgot to replace the film. <grin>
So now you know why I was a little dubious about having my
daughters "pose" for my father.
I mean, Mindy's almost 12 now, and Carol just had her first
period last week. Who knows what might happen, if Daddy gets
carried away?
On the other hand, what's the worst thing that could happen?
Having a baby hadn't hurt ME all that bad. Anyway, the two
younger girls aren't old enough that we'd have to worry. . . Yet.
And when they do. . . well, we'd just have to see, wouldn't we?
I had a sudden vision of a perfect "pose", where Carol is
sliding up and down on Daddy's thick prick while her father
squirts bolt after rich creamy bolt of the same baby-making sperm
that created her 12 years ago, in our little girl's fertile young
womb.
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Then I had another "pose" appear in my mind, where Mindy was
bending over; licking Daddy's cock that was sliding in and out of
her little sister; lapping up the overflow of cum that leaked out
of the little girl; while her enormously pregnant belly jiggled
and swayed with each obscene lick. I thought about Daddy's lewd
suggestion a little bit more.
For the first time, I regretted that at least one of our
children hadn't been a boy. There were poses you could do with
children of the opposite sex, that just weren't possible with
only girls.
However, it was the thought of a third pose that did me in.
Imagine this scene, if you will:
"Girls, help Marla get ready. We want to make it look like
your father has just gotten your little sister pregnant. Mindy,
you hold the light right here; so when Daddy cums, the camera can
see his sperm going right up inside Marla's vagina. Cindy, you
suck on Daddy's cock, until he's ready to cum inside your little
sister. Jean, you take the backup camera, and try to get a good
shot from over there. Try to get a shot when Daddy cums. If
we're lucky, maybe one of us will catch a shot of Daddy's cum
actually squirting inside her. Cindy, make sure you don't block
the shot. Is everybody ready? OK Cindy and Marla, GO!"
Too bad Momma died last year; I can't ask her anymore.
Oh well, I knew what Momma's answer would be anyway.
"Well OK, I guess," I said with pretended reluctance, "as
long as it's just posing."
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