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ASSUMPTN.TXT "Assumptions" (mf,cons,pedo,preg)
From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy)
Date: 1998/07/29
ASSUMPTN.TXT(mf,cons,pedo,preg)
OK. We've gotten a lot of requests for "preggie" stories lately.
As I've said, MOST of my stories (and Tammy's) at least touch on
the subject. This one (like a lot of the others we write) makes
a point of it.
If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls
having sex, then skip this one.
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.
Assumptions
or
How I "Got Pregnant"
An Erotic Story
"Uh Lynn?"
"Yes Grandpa?"
"You're not on the pill, are you?" Grandpa seemed to be
worried about something.
"Huh?" I said. Pill? I wondered what he meant.
"Forget it. Of course you're not." Grandpa seemed to
hesitate for a minute, slowing up the slip-slide of his "thing"
inside me. "When was your last period?" At my hesitation, he
continued, "You know, your monthlies."
For a second, I didn't get the reference, then I remembered
how I had been bleeding every month, for the past year or so.
Momma had shown me how to wear pads, so my panties didn't get all
bloody, but we hadn't discussed it much. She seemed to think I'd
find out about it later, when I needed to. In a way, I guess she
was right. Once I had figured this out, I answered my
grandfather. "I dunno, Grandpa. A couple of weeks ago, I
guess."
"Good," said Grandpa, suddenly shoving his "thing" up inside
me hard. "Then there's a good chance you might 'catch' right
now. Wow! My own daughter puts me in bed with my cute sexy
granddaughter. Not only a virgin, but she's not on the pill,
and probably fertile right now. Karen must WANT me to knock the
kid up."
Grandpa's "thing" seemed to get even bigger inside me. "Oh
Honey, I'm gonna do it" said Grandpa. "Do you mind if I cum
inside you?"
"Huh?" I couldn't make much sense of Grandpa's ramblings.
"Hold still, Honey," said Grandpa, ignoring my question.
"I'm gonna. . . "
I felt Grandpa's "thing" swell, and a bulge rippled through
it, and up into my crack.
"Grandpa!" I objected. "Don't PEE in me. Momma will kill
me, if I get the bed wet." I struggled to pull away, then
thought better of it. If Grandpa WAS peeing in me, and I pulled
away, for SURE we'd get it all over the bed. At least if I let
him finish, I might be able to hold it inside me long enough to
get to the bathroom.
"NOT peeing in you," grunted Grandpa. "CUMMING in you!
Hold still for a second. Ugnh! Aaahhh! There! THAT ought to
knock you up Lynn!"
With each grunt, I felt another bulge ripple through
Grandpa's "thing," stretching my hole, as he squirted SOMETHING
inside me. By this time, I KNEW it wasn't pee, as if it had
been, the bed would have been soaked by now. Whatever Grandpa
was squirting inside me obviously wasn't as runny as pee, and
there wasn't as much of it either. I stopped worrying, Grandpa
seemed to know what he was doing, and besides, it was starting to
feel good.
1
I was disappointed, when Grandpa finally stopped. I was
just beginning to like it. Grandpa shuddered for a minute or
two, then relaxed. I was surprised, when two minutes later I
heard a quiet snore. Grandpa was asleep.
I felt between my legs, where Grandpa's "thing" still kept
whatever he had squirted in me, inside. My finger picked up
something, and I squinted at it in the semi-darkness. White and
sticky, definitely NOT pee. What had Grandpa called it? "Cum?"
I sniffed at it, then tasted it. A distinctive smell, but one I
couldn't remember smelling before. . . except maybe once, that
time in the bookstore, when I used the restroom, while Papa
looked at the "Adult" books. It had smelled something like this.
Kind of funny, and musty. It tasted something like it smelled.
Bland, slightly sweet and sticky, like library paste. Not
something you would WANT to order for breakfast, but not nasty
like shit, or pee either. I was about to wipe my finger off,
when I remembered: I didn't have anything to wipe it on, and I
didn't want to get it on the sheets, and make a mess. SHIT! And
Grandpa's arm was around me, clutching my breast, and wouldn't
let go. Unless I made a fuss, I was stuck here, with Grandpa's
"thing" still dripping his "cum" inside my vagina. (Yes, I know
the word.) Steeling myself, I licked my finger off, and
swallowed. Not as bad as I originally thought. Certainly better
than pee, and I'd actually tasted THAT before, at least a couple
of times. Once, on a kind of dare to myself, I'd drank almost a
quarter of a cup of it. It hadn't made me sick or anything, just
a little queasy. Compared with THAT, this stuff tasted good. I
settled down to sleep.
Later that night, I woke up to feel Grandpa pushing his
"thing" up inside me again. It felt good this time, so I didn't
object. For about ten minutes, Grandpa slid his thing in and
out, before squirting more of that same white sticky-stuff inside
me.
When I was going to get up and wipe myself, Grandpa stopped
me. "Leave it in, Honey," he said. "I want to get you pregnant.
I can't wait to see your belly nice and big."
I was a little confused. "Get me pregnant?" I thought a
bit, and wondered if that white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted
inside me was the "pregnant" that he was talking about, and if it
was supposed to stay inside me, and "make my belly get big." I
was too sleepy to find out. "OK Grandpa," I said, yawning, "if
you say so." I snuggled back down to sleep, with my
grandfather's "cum" inside me "getting me pregnant." I resolved
to ask Grandpa to explain it all to me in the morning.
Two hours later, I woke up again, just as Grandpa did it
again. The warm creamy feel of his cum sliding inside my little
tummy just soothed me back to sleep. "Thanks Grandpa," I
murmured.
2
"Thank YOU! Lynn. Grandpa loves you very much."
"'love you too, Grandpa." I was asleep again, this time
with my grandfather's "thing" still stuck up inside me, holding
his "cum" inside me like a cork. I was happy that I could make
Grandpa feel so good. Besides, Grandpa's thing felt nice,
sliding in and out of my hole. Now, feeling it throbbing inside
me while I slept, made me dream wonderful dreams of being
comforted and being loved. Grandpa's body behind me, and his big
hand holding onto my budding little titty was so comfortable. . .
The next day, Momma was shocked, when she learned that
Grandpa had spent the whole night in my bedroom with me. At
first, she was going to make him sleep in the living-room, on the
floor, but when I told her that I didn't mind, if Grandpa slept
with me, she looked at both of us strangely, then acquiesced.
She looked at Grandpa sharply, and then said, "Papa. You be
careful. She's only 12 years old."
Grandpa looked hurt, and innocent. "Would I hurt my own
granddaughter?" he asked.
"No," said Momma, "but you might knock her up. If I had any
place else to put you. . . but with all these relatives in this
reunion, I don't know where I'd fit you."
"I could always sleep in the truck," said Grandpa, referring
to his beat-up old jalopy.
I finally spoke up. "It's OK Momma," I said. "Grandpa can
sleep with me. I don't mind."
Momma looked like she was going to say something, maybe to
warn me about the dangers of sleeping with my own grandfather,
but just then my big brother came in, and soon she, my big
brother, and Papa were all engaged in a big discussion over what
they were going to cook the corn in, since the big corn-kettle
had a hole in it, and there wasn't any other pot big enough to
hold enough corn for the whole family. Forty-odd people eat a
lot. By nightfall, Momma seemed to think she had worked out the
problem with where Grandpa was going to sleep, and neither
Grandpa or I bothered to tell her different.
That night, I got undressed a little more confidently, as
Grandpa watched, then climbed out of his own clothes. "C'mere
Honey," he said. "Old Grandpa's going to get his cute little
granddaughter pregnant."
I smiled. Now was the time to clear up my confusion of the
previous night. "Uh Grandpa?" I asked.
"Uhuh."
"That white-stuff you squirted inside me last night. Is
that pregnant?"
Grandpa snickered. "No Lynn. That's 'getting you
pregnant.' When I 'cum' in you, that gets you pregnant. Now do
you understand?"
3
I had figured out by now, that what Grandpa and I had been
doing was what they called "having sex," and that Momma thought I
was a little too young for it, but Grandpa obviously didn't. I
was determined to learn all about this "having sex" business,
even (or especially) the new words and grammar that seemed to go
along with it. I thought I had most of it figured out. The
white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted inside me was "cum," and
when he did it, he was "cumming" in me. There was also something
else. This "pregnant" thing. Grandpa was giving me something
called "pregnant." The only thing I had noticed was the white-
stuff he had squirted in me. Maybe that was the "pregnant" he
was talking about. I didn't want to look ignorant, especially
when it came to sex, so I asked.
"Uh Grandpa?"
Grandpa grinned at me.
"When you squirt that white-stuff in me, are you giving me
pregnant?"
Grandpa chucked. "No Honey. That's, 'Getting you
pregnant.'"
I giggled, at the strange way of talking, but I wanted to be
sure. After all, I didn't want to look ignorant, when we talked
about sex. "So when you squirt that white-stuff inside me,
that's 'pregnant,' or as you say 'gets me pregnant'?"
"Now you've got it, Sweets," said Grandpa, with a grin.
"The sperm in my 'cum,' that's the white-stuff, 'gets you
pregnant.' Is that what you what me to do?"
I remembered how sweet and warm it had been last night, and
how nice it had felt, when Grandpa had squirted his thick sticky
cum up inside me. The warm slick feeling of his "sperm" warming
my tummy was nice, especially knowing how much Grandpa liked to
squirt it inside me was simply delicious. I LIKED to make
Grandpa feel good, after all he had done for me.
"Yeah Grandpa," I said; sure I had it now. "Get me some
more pregnant. Please Grandpa?"
"No Lynn," corrected Grandpa, one last time. "It's 'get
pregnant.' Or in your case, 'Get me pregnant, Grandpa,' if you
really want me to."
"OK Grandpa," I said eagerly, glad that I had now mastered
this curious syntax. Boy, you sure used words funny, when
talking about sex! I tested it, to be sure I had it right now.
"Grandpa," I said. "Squirt your 'sperm' in me, and get me
some. . . I mean get me pregnant. Please Grandpa? Did I say it
right?"
Grandpa nodded. "Hoo-Boy!" he said. "You sure did. Are
you sure that's what you want?"
"Please Grandpa. I really do want to 'get pregnant.'"
"Well, I guess there's no doubt about that! C'mere Honey,
and old Grandpa'll do his best to get his favorite granddaughter
pregnant. Whooo! Who'd ever believe it, that I'd be standing
naked, in my own daughter's house, while her sexy little girl
asked me to 'get her pregnant'? Well, I may be a fool, but I'm
still a man, and I might as well cut off my own balls, if I pass
up a chance like this."
4
I was beginning to wonder if Grandpa was EVER going to quit
babbling, when he pushed me back on the bed, and with a quick
shove, soon had his big penis (He told me later to call it that)
shoved all the way up inside me, where he was soon 'getting me
pregnant' by squirting a lot of that sticky white-stuff inside
me. Knowing Grandpa loved me enough to teach me about sex like
this, got me so excited, I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, my
body started jerking, and my little hole was squeezing on
Grandpa's penis, milking every drop of Grandpa's 'pregnant' up
inside me where it belonged.
Grandpa told me afterwards, that I'd just had an "orgasm" or
"climax," and now I knew how good I made HIM feel, when he did it
in me.
"You mean," I asked, "when you get me pregnant?"
Grandpa shuddered at the exciting idea, and nodded.
"Good!" I said. "Let's do it again!"
"Hoo Boy!" said Grandpa, but he didn't say "No."
For the next four nights, Grandpa did his best to "get me
pregnant," as often as he could. Three or four times each night,
I'd wake up to feel him either just climbing on top of me, or
jerking himself to completion, as he filled my little tummy with
squirt after squirt of his thick sticky cum. Each time, feeling
him "cumming" inside me was usually enough to get me off as well,
so I would climax with him, milking every drop of his precious
sperm up inside my belly, until Grandpa had no more to give.
Twice, during the day, Grandpa and I managed to sneak off during
the day, so that he could "get me pregnant." Grandpa explained
to me, that most people thought that little girls like me weren't
supposed to have sex or get pregnant, until they were older. I
thought this was silly, as what harm did it do? And besides, it
sure was fun. So, we both kept it a secret, except maybe from
Momma. I don't think she knew for sure, but she might have
suspected something. Still, she didn't say anything after that
first day, and let Grandpa sleep in my room until the reunion was
over.
As the final day of the reunion came to an end, everyone but
Grandpa was leaving. Grandpa still had two weeks, before he had
to be back, and he had made it clear that he would be spending
most of that time visiting with us. Momma was always happy to
have Grandpa around, and he got along so well with us kids, that
it was almost like an extra vacation.
About 6:00 Friday night, Momma and Papa took the big van to
the airport, leaving Grandpa and me to watch over the house, and
each other. "Now you take care of Grandpa," she told me, before
she left, looking over my shoulder at Grandpa, giving him some
kind of message also.
"Yes Momma." I planned on taking GOOD care of Grandpa. I
did. Before the van was completely out of the driveway, I had
stripped my panties from underneath my short little skirt, and
Grandpa was pushing his thick cock up inside my tight little hole
where it belonged. Ten minutes later, I was rewarded by feeling
Grandpa's thick cock bulging inside me, as he worked to get me
pregnant by filling my little tummy with squirt after squirt of
thick sticky cum.
5
I didn't know how I was going to get along without feeling
him inside me every night filling my belly with his warm soothing
sperm, now that Momma no longer had to double everyone up, and
there was a spare bedroom available. I told him that.
Grandpa said, "We'll work something out Honey." So I
stopped worrying. I trusted him. After we both got "decent"
again, we snuggled up on the couch together. I was getting a
little sleepy, so Grandpa pulled a blanket over us.
I felt something soft and squishy underneath me. Grinning,
I handed Grandpa something small, soft and white. He lifted it
closer to his face, to make out what it is in the dim light of
the flickering firelight. It was my panties. The crotch was
extremely damp.
When he turned back to me, He was grinning from ear to ear.
I blushed, then pointed to my lap. Then pointed to Grandpa. He
quietly dropped the blanket to his knees, glanced at me and
slowly unzipped his fly. I nodded. His dick emerged, throbbing
again in anticipation. I felt my grin widen. We'd have to be
careful, in case someone came back too early.
I crawled into his lap, straddling him, sitting back on my
knees, reaching to grasp his dick in both hands, exploring it
delightedly. There was a sound outside, but no one came in.
Glancing quickly about, Grandpa figured that all was well,
and returned his gaze to the scene in his lap. Eyes closed
tightly now, I moved forward; urging the big, hard thing down
toward my crotch. Grandpa hurriedly pulled me to his chest, and
settled the blanket over both of us, as I felt the maddeningly
smooth warmth of his thick rod spreading my little pussy lips.
My grandfather's rigid dick slid easily and deeply into me,
lubricated by my arousal, and his residual sperm. I rested my
head against his chest, and gave a sigh of contentment, as his
dick bottomed out in my tight little vagina.
Since he had cum copiously in me, not fifteen minutes
before, Grandpa was less urgent this time. He reached beneath
the blanket to find the hem of my skirt, his hands slipping
beneath it to cup the soft flesh of my butt. His big horny hands
felt rough against my skin, down to the point where I could feel
his balls nestled against the soft flesh of my crotch.
I could feel Grandpa trace with one finger the tightly
distended rim of the tiny hole where it wetly clasped the root of
his dick. This drew a sharp intake of breath from me, so I
clamped my mouth over his, moaning and sucking urgently at my
grandfather's tongue.
Then I felt Grandpa reach back down, and cup my butt, lift
me an inch, then settle me back down onto his lap. I broke the
kiss, and sucked in my breath, while I collapsed against his
chest, panting, both hands flying up to his head, hugging him, my
fingers grasping blindly at his hair.
A motion to the left caught my eye. PAPA was strolling
toward us, moving slowly, checking the house on his way to the
bedroom. "Papa's coming!" I whispered urgently in Grandpa's
ear.
6
Grandpa quickly tugged my hands from his hair, and settled
them around his neck. He motioned with his eyes for me to
pretend that I'm asleep.
Obediently, I dropped my head to his chest.
I was vaguely aware of Papa pausing nearby, to look down at
the two of us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Papa smiling broadly at
the scene -- a contented child apparently sleeping soundly
beneath a blanket with her tolerant and friendly grandfather.
Grandpa smiled back at him, hoping his smile didn't convey the
delicious sensations he must have felt, as his dick throbbed deep
inside my warm little 12-year-old vagina. Papa grinned at us,
and moved on towards the bedroom.
Just in time. I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt a
sweet, wet sucking sensation in my hole, as I began to take the
initiative, slowly lifting and lowering myself on my grandfather.
The blanket rose and fell with the motion of my ass, as I
pleasured myself by gently stirring the rigid dick deep within my
vagina.
I felt my breath quickening, beginning to come in gasps and
ragged pants. My mouth was open and slack, and I could tell that
I was drooling, but I couldn't help it. My saliva was soaking
through Grandpa's shirt to moisten his shoulder, as I squirmed on
my grandfather's lap. I knew I was getting close. So was
Grandpa.
Grandpa's hands dropped beneath the blanket again. He
reached up, forcing his hands between us, to cup those little
bumps on my chest, that seemed to turn him on so much. His
thumbs brushed the tiny, rigid spikes of my, by now swollen,
nipples and suddenly I could take it no more. I started grinding
myself down hard onto his dick, gasping and grunting.
A little too loudly. Momma had entered through the back
door, and was checking the living-room also. I felt Grandpa
tense, thumbs on my nipples, hands clasping my ribcage. "Shhhh!"
I dimly responded, closing my eyes again and forcing myself to
hold still. But I couldn't keep my body from trembling.
Momma blinked, and looked around. Seeing her little
daughter in her grandfather's lap, Momma's face registered
confusion for an instant -- then she smiled -- the same indulgent
smile that Papa had given us.
Knowing that Momma was watching me, while Grandpa's cock
pulsed in my belly was too much. The strain of holding out got
too great. Suddenly I feel a hard, rhythmic sucking sensation --
as I squeezed Grandpa's dick hard: again, again, again, again ---
my god, I was CUMMING! I couldn't help it. I clamped down so
hard on Grandpa's cock, he must have felt like it was being cut
off.
Somehow, I managed to force myself to remain completely
still, as I shuddered into the first spasms of my climax, but my
face contorted in ecstasy, and my grunts and snorts of sexual
pleasure must have been unmistakable to my mother.
7
Momma's smile snapped into an openmouthed silent scream.
She jerked the blanket from us, flicked my skirt out of the way,
and stared in shock at what she saw. Her eyes widened at the
spectacle of her deeply impaled little girl writhing lewdly on
her own grandfather's swollen cock, grunting and fucking herself
toward orgasm.
My eyes opened to look at Momma, my head still tight against
Grandpa's chest, helpless and limp in my sexual ecstasy. I
couldn't bear the thought of stopping now. "Please Momma," I
whispered. "Don't make me stop."
Momma's expression wavered for an instant... I weakly
reached for Momma with one limp hand...
Momma flashed one glance at Grandpa, then at me... then
Momma reached out and softly stroked my hair, whispering in my
ear as I let go. "It's OK Honey," she said. "Let yourself go.
Momma's here."
Relieved, I closed my eyes, and crushed myself greedily
against Grandpa, grunting and wheezing as the violent sensation
of deep vaginal orgasm overwhelmed my body.
I know that the powerful spasms of my vagina were sucking
and milking Grandpa's dick unmercifully -- He was going to come,
too -- He wouldn't be able to help it...
I buried my face in his chest, as Grandpa's eyes were
riveted on Momma -- still stroking and gentling me as I trembled
through my orgasm -- Momma turned -- and made eye contact with
Grandpa, just at the instant that his own eyes glazed over with
the exquisite intensity of his orgasmic explosion deep inside his
own daughter's little girl.
Some dark corner of Grandpa's mind must have dimly
registered that Momma was still looking at him as the powerful
spurts gushing into me finally dwindled, but his prostate had
seized control. Grandpa squinted helplessly at his daughter as
his body emptied itself into my vagina.
My pulse thundering in my temples, I struggled to focus.
Gradually I become aware that I was still lying on Grandpa's
chest, my own chest heaving from the force of my own orgasm, as
Momma looked at her father with a level gaze. As my eyes opened,
Momma leaned over and whispered something in her father's ear.
Grandpa didn't seem to understand. Momma smiled, then
kissed him, once, full on the lips, very softly. She repeated
herself, in a quiet whisper, "Did you enjoy it?"
Stunned by the question, under the circumstances, Grandpa
was speechless.
Momma smiled again. "Oh, I hope you enjoyed it... as much
as I did..."
Grandpa's head snapped to the right, to look at his daughter
in astonishment. Momma was smiling again, lifting my skirt to
reveal my smooth vulva, with a barely visible rivulet of white
leaking from between two small, perfectly hairless pussy lips, as
Grandpa's shrunken cock slithered out of me. I felt empty at the
loss, but glad that Momma wasn't mad at us.
"Thanks for letting Grandpa's get me pregnant," I said.
8
Momma turned to me. "You WANT Grandpa to get you pregnant?"
she asked, in astonishment.
I nodded. "Please Momma. I really do like it. I Like to
feel him getting me pregnant. Please Momma?"
"Oh God!" said Momma. For a minute, Momma looked angry at
her father; but then seeing me practically begging him to
impregnate me, she relented. Momma knew that there wasn't a man
in the world that would be able to resist a 12-year-old girl like
me, begging him to fuck her, and get her pregnant. Even if she
was his own granddaughter. "Oh go ahead. I guess it's too late
now, anyway. Go on, knock the kid up. Just go easy on her.
After all, she's still just a little girl, even if her body's a
woman's," she said, as she looked at Grandpa. "You've got until
it's time to go home, to make sure."
"I may NEVER go home then."
"Papa!"
"OK. . . Two weeks."
With Momma's permission this time. Grandpa began fucking me
again. For a while, Momma watched Grandpa sliding his cock in
and out of my slit, then she left. A few minutes later, as
Grandpa and I were approaching another climax, and I was begging
Grandpa to "Get me pregnant," I noticed that Momma was back, and
she had Papa with her.
"I wouldn't have believed it," said Papa, "but you're right.
She obviously DOES want him to. I'll be jiggered. You would
have thought it would be Billy, or even me, but her own
grandfather? Oh well, if that's what she wants. . . C'mon lets
leave them alone."
"Don't go Papa," I said. "I Don't mind if you watch."
So Papa and Momma did. And afterwards, I watched them do
it. The only one who might have felt left out, was Billy, but he
was so wrapped up in his girlfriend, that I doubt he would have
noticed if Grandpa and I had climbed into HIS bed at night, and
fucked right next to him. Whatever. Anyway, Billy wasn't
suffering sexually, at that time.
Momma and Papa regularly watched me fuck Grandpa the whole
rest of the time that Grandpa was there. Two wonderful weeks.
Two weeks of feeling Grandpa's thick cock in my tight little hole
every night. Two wonderful weeks of sleeping with Grandpa,
waking up to feeling his warm sticky liquid filling my tummy.
Two weeks of wearing almost nothing that might get in the way of
a "quickie." Two gorgeous weeks of knowing just how much my
grandfather loved me, as he told me over and over again, thanking
me for this wonderful opportunity. Two weeks of going to sleep
each night with my tummy filled to bursting with my Grandfather's
thick sticky sperm warming my tummy, and carrying it in my belly
every day when I went out to play. Learning how to do it "dog-
fashion" "woman on top" "missionary-style" "spoon-fashion" and
too many other ways to count. Grandpa taught me to suck him off,
always being careful to not "waste it" and have him finish by
squirting it up inside my tummy where it belonged. He also
taught me about "cunnilingus," when he got too exhausted to get
it up. Two simply marvelous weeks.
9
Afterwards, when he was leaving, Grandpa seemed so happy
that my period or "monthlies" hadn't come yet, when he left. At
the time, I wondered why.
Two days later, I was bloody. I was in the bathroom, when
Momma came in and caught me staring morosely at the red drop on
my finger that announced the arrival of my period. Such a mess.
It gave me cramps, and made me realize just how much I missed the
warm smooth feel of Grandpa's "cum" inside me. Not to mention
his wonderful thick cock. It'd be over a year, before Grandpa
came back, and I didn't know HOW I was going to make it without
feeling him "cumming" in me, "getting me pregnant." I was aching
for the feel of his white sticky stuff inside me, instead of this
mess. Momma seemed to understand.
"Got your period, huh?" she asked.
"Yeh," I sighed resignedly. Then I decided that Momma
should know the rest of what was bothering me: Missing Grandpa's
white-stuff squirting inside me, while I climaxed around his
thick penis. "And Grandpa's no longer here to get me pregnant.
SHIT!"
Momma must have felt sympathy for me. I guess, after having
all those kids herself, she could feel for a daughter who wanted
that badly to have one of her own.
"You want it that bad?" she asked. "You really did like the
idea of Grandpa getting you pregnant that much?"
I nodded gloomily.
Momma seemed to come to a decision. "You know, Lynn," she
said, after a long pause, "Grandpa's not the ONLY male member of
this family, you know."
I gaped at her. Did she mean?
"Lynn," said Momma. "If you want it that bad, I'm sure that
either your father, or your big brother would be happy to knock
you up, if you only asked them."
My confusion must have told her that I didn't understand the
words. "Get you pregnant," she explained. "Your father, or your
brother would be happy to get you pregnant."
Oh! Getting "Knocked-Up," was the same as "Getting-
pregnant." I tried to remember that. "Both of them?" I wondered
hopefully.
"No silly." Momma gave me a loving smile that took the
sting out. "You want to know who's it is."
I wondered about this. Surely I knew who was "getting me
pregnant" when they did it. Oh well, I had noticed that neither
Papa nor Billy had tried to do anything while Grandpa was. Maybe
there was some special etiquette in sex that I didn't know about
yet. I thought about it. "Papa," I said. "I want Papa to knock
me up."
I must have gotten the words right, because Momma didn't
correct me, and that night Papa came into my room. "Are you sure
you want me to do this Princess?" he asked, before getting
undressed.
I always melt inside when Papa calls me his "Princess." "Oh
YES Papa!" I said. "Would you please get me pregnant? Please
Papa?"
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So Papa did. He put his big thick cock up inside me, and
fucked me, and got me pregnant. I never had another period.
Papa fucked me every night, at least once, and usually twice.
Since he also had to take care of Momma, he didn't have as much
for me as Grandpa had, but he still kept me sexually satisfied,
even after I missed my period. He said he "owed it to me."
It wasn't until about 7 months later, when I had gained
about 20 pounds, that I finally learned what I had done. My
older sister had come home to visit, and looked at my swelling
little tummy, smiled at me, and asked, "When's the baby due?"
"Baby?" I asked. "What baby?"
Everyone stared at me.
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