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Momma's Way (mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg)
by Frank McCoy
When I was a little girl, Momma made sure that my sister and
I learned all about sex from our parents. Momma always believed
that a girl should learn about sex at home, and not at school.
So, Momma never let me or my sister attend the sex-education
classes, like the other kids did. She told us that when we were
old enough, she'd see to it, that we knew what we needed to know.
Well, she did.
When I was about eleven-and-a-half, I had my first period.
At first I was scared, but Momma explained that it was just my
body getting ready to have a baby, and that she and Daddy would
show me how it happened, in about a week or so, now that I was
old enough. I wondered why I had to wait, but Momma explained
that I had to be over my period, and not bloody for about two
weeks, so that they could show me properly. I wasn't sure what
Momma meant, but Chrissie and I both knew better than to argue
with Momma.
Two weeks later, I had almost forgotten what Momma told me,
and I figured that she had too, but she hadn't. That night,
after Chrissie and I had gone to bed, Momma brought Daddy into
our room, and had him show me how to make a baby. Uhuh. Just
like it sounds.
Momma told us that it was time I learned how babies were
made, and that Daddy was going to show me. Chrissie could watch,
if she wanted to, but would have to wait until she started having
periods, before she could try it.
My jaw was gaping. I mean, I wasn't COMPLETELY ignorant
about sex, and Momma knew it. She had told us about how a man
squirts his sperm inside a woman; then it joins with her egg to
make a baby. Momma actually wanted ME to learn how to make a
baby by DOING it? Momma did.
My parents were both nude, when Momma led Daddy into the
room that night. Of course, this wasn't all that unusual, as we
all went to bed naked, and nobody ever told us girls that it was
wrong for us to be naked in front of each other, in front of our
parents, or for them to be naked in front of us. I had quite
often seen both of my parents naked, and never thought anything
of it. Tonight, it was different. Always before, when I had
seen Daddy naked, his penis had been a soft little dangle,
flopping in the bush of hair with his balls. That night, it was
sticking out at me, like a gun about to go off, which I guess it
was, in a way.
Momma told me that Daddy's penis was going to go up inside
me, and squirt sperm in me, so that I could feel what it was
like, to have a baby.
I shivered, but didn't say anything. It was kind of scary,
thinking about having a baby, but kind of exciting too. I had
always liked babies, and one of my favorite things was baby-
sitting for the neighbors, because I not only got to hold and
care for their baby, but I got paid for it too. In a way, it was
kind of like getting paid to eat ice-cream, if you see what I
mean.
1
Now Momma was going to let me have my own baby. I couldn't
believe it, but I sure wasn't going to say no. I had thought I
would have to wait until I got married to have children,
especially since I knew that most kids my age (boys at least)
wouldn't be able to support a family, and probably wouldn't want
to commit themselves to one anyway. I knew I didn't have to
worry about that with Daddy. Daddy could afford to have as many
kids as he wanted, and I knew he wasn't going to just knock me
up, and leave me.
Besides, the thought of having the man I loved most in the
world, my own Daddy, loving me enough to let me carry his baby
was too much. Just the thought of having part of him, and part
of me, join together in my tummy to make a new life, was too
thrilling for words. Momma must have known how I felt, or she
wouldn't have even suggested it.
She had Daddy get between my legs, and rub his dripping cock
up and down my little slit, until I was all slippery, and almost
screaming with frustration, waiting for Daddy to put it inside
me.
Daddy wasn't quite as sure as Momma was. Just before he
slipped the head of his cock inside me, he asked me, "Are you
sure you want this Honey?"
I could barely nod, but I scooted down in answer, so that
the head of Daddy's cock popped inside the entrance to my
creaming little slit.
Daddy made one last try, to let me back out. "I mean this
is a big step," he told me. "Once we start, it'll be too late.
If you'd rather, I could use a condom. That way, you'd get to
feel what it's like to fuck, without having to worry about having
real baby."
It took me a few seconds, to figure out what Daddy was
talking about. Then I remembered the funny rubber things Momma
had told us about that were used to keep from catching diseases,
and sometimes to hold the man's sperm, when the woman didn't want
to have a baby. In the first place, I sure wasn't scared of
catching a disease from Daddy! In the second, if Daddy thought
he was going to cheat me of feeling my father's sperm inside me,
well he had another think coming. Finally, I knew it didn't feel
so good to the man, when he wore one, so if Daddy thought I was
going to cheat HIM either, then he should know me better than
that.
"Don't be silly, Daddy," I said. " 'want it inside me.
Please?"
Hearing this, Daddy stopped fighting himself. There was a
slick slurping sound, as two inches of Daddy's cock slid up
inside me.
"Ouch," I said. It hurt. Momma had told us it hurt the
first time, but I still hadn't expected it.
"I'm sorry," said Daddy, and he started to pull out.
No WAY, was I going to stand for that! I wrapped my legs
around Daddy's waist, and forced myself up, while pulling Daddy
inside me. I whimpered and cried a little, but I didn't let
Daddy go. There was no way I was going to let Daddy pull out,
until he had squirted every drop of incestuous sperm up inside me
where it belonged.
2
"See," said Momma, "she wants it. Now you do it right, and
teach our little girl how to make a baby, like we promised her."
"Yeah, Daddy," I grunted, forcing another inch of his cock
up inside me, ignoring the twinges from my torn virginity, "let
me feel you make a baby in me, like Momma says."
My little sister was sitting up in bed beside me, watching
with amazement, as I worked to get Daddy to reproduce inside me.
Momma had Daddy slow up, and pull away from me, so that
Chrissie could get a good look. "See," she said, "your father's
going to squirt some thick sticky white stuff up inside your
sister, so she can have a baby, just like I did, when I had you
two. When you get older, you can have Daddy teach you how to
make a baby, just like your older sister, if you want."
Chrissie's eyes got real big at this, but she didn't say,
"No." She just kept watching Daddy sliding his cock in and out
of me, as we both got more and more excited.
Well, as You can imagine, it didn't take long. At least,
for Daddy. Fucking his own little girl, and getting her
pregnant, must have been like a dream come true for Daddy. All
of a sudden, Daddy's eyes got almost as big as Chrissie's; and he
gasped, "Oh Honey, I'm going to. . ."
"Do it. Do it. Do it," murmured my mother.
Daddy's jaw gaped, and his breath grew harsh. Suddenly, he
jammed the rest of his cock up inside me. Up to then, there had
been almost an inch of Daddy's cock outside me, as I was too
small to hold the whole thing. Suddenly, I had another two
inches inside me, as Daddy forced it up inside my tummy as hard
as hard as he could, and it seemed to grow another inch longer as
well.
I opened my mouth to scream, but couldn't get out a word.
"Quick!" said Momma, "squeeze him as hard as you can, while
he's cumming in you. You want to squeeze as much of his sperm
inside you as you can."
I couldn't have obeyed Momma if I had wanted to. The pain
was too great, and I didn't know how to squeeze, even if I could
have ignored the pain. It didn't matter. My body did it for me.
The pain and excitement caused my little unused cunny to clamp
down on Daddy's cock like I was trying to cut it off. As Daddy
filled my womb with squirt after warm thick sticky squirt of
incestuous seed, my little slit clamped and squeezed and milked
on it like a starving calf would suck on its mother's teat.
I couldn't help myself. Just knowing that Daddy loved me
enough to squirt his sperm in me, and make a baby in me, was too
exciting for words. Then to feel my own father's penis jumping
and jerking inside me, as he did his best to give me the child we
both wanted, was indescribable.
All the while, Momma was encouraging my father to: "Do it
Honey, knock the kid up. Make a baby in our little girl, so she
can feel what it's like to have her own daddy's baby growing
inside her. Cum in her Dan, squirt your nasty old baby-juice
right up inside that little girl's tummy, and get her pregnant
with your baby. She wants it. Little girl wants a big belly, by
her own father. Give it to her Dan. Teach our little girl how
to make a baby, so she'll know what to do, when she gets
married."
3
I could tell that Momma was almost as excited as Daddy was.
All the while Momma was saying this, Daddy and I were
grunting like two hogs, as we both did our best to force even
more of his thick cock up inside me, while it squirted stream
after stream of warm sticky cum in my tight little slit.
At first, it all remained inside me, as my little cunny was
so tightly clamped around my father's penis, that not a drop
could escape. After a while though, Daddy's cock got slick with
my juices, and his sperm, so it started to slide in and out, in
spite of the tight hold I had on him. Each time Daddy slid out a
little, I'd grab him, and force his cock back up inside me. Each
time he slid inside me, we'd both push as hard as we could, the
head of his penis pushing into my cervix, spreading it a little,
as my father did his best to squirt his cum right into my womb.
Eventually, we slowed down. I was sore, and so was Daddy,
but we both felt so satisfied we almost fell asleep right there.
I was sore and bruised inside, both from my lost virginity,
and from Daddy's vigorous pounding that his cock had given me, by
pushing into and stretching my cervix. I felt a slight trickle
of Daddy's cum leaking out of my newly stretched hole, and was
too exhausted to even think about wiping up.
So was Daddy, His back was raw and sore from my
fingernails, even though I kept them short and smooth, like any
respectable schoolgirl would. His cock was sore from the
squeezing and pulling I had given it, not to mention the pounding
it had gotten, when he pushed it up into my uterus.
We probably would have made a big mess of the bed, if Momma
hadn't taken charge, and with Chrissie's help, she brought warm
washcloths and towels, and they both cleaned the two of us up.
Afterwards, Momma had me slip a pillow under my ass, so
Daddy's sperm would soak in, and not drip out, while I slept. I
slept like a log that night.
It was a week, before the soreness went away enough for me
to try it again. This time was a lot less frantic, as we coupled
for the second time. This time, we managed to fuck for almost
ten minutes, before Daddy sent his seed squirting high in my
womb, and I almost enjoyed it. (Not that I didn't want to fuck,
I did. It's just that I didn't really ENJOY it, until about the
third or fourth time. At first, I thought that this was just
something you had to go through if you wanted a baby, and I was
willing to pay the price, if that was it. When I came for the
first time, with Daddy's cock inside me. . . . WOW!)
After about a month of this, with a slight pause, when I got
my period again, I got to be almost as eager to fuck as Daddy
was. Momma made Daddy promise to fuck me at least once a day,
and told me to let her know, if Daddy didn't. Daddy always did.
Sometimes two and even three times a day.
A few times, Momma had Daddy sleep with me and Chrissie,
when I was in the middle of my fertile period, so I'd have a
better chance. Daddy would fuck me, then go to sleep with his
big cock stuck up inside me, and fuck me again while I was
sleeping, and usually once more in the morning as well.
It was so nice, to go to sleep with Daddy's sperm inside me,
knowing it was wriggling its way up inside my tummy, in search of
my waiting eggs.
4
I don't think I spent more than about 20 hours at a time
that first year, without a fresh helping of my own father's sperm
inside my tummy.
It was about six months later, that I woke up one morning,
and almost didn't make it to the bathroom, where I barfed all
over the tile floor. Momma said it was morning sickness, and
that I would get over it. For almost three weeks, it felt to me
as if I would NEVER get over it.
THIS was what I had been working so hard to accomplish? Now
I knew I was crazy. All the joy of creating a new life with my
father, was almost washed away by the terrible bouts of nausea.
I almost wished I could reach inside me, and yank the growing
child from inside me, if that would let me keep my breakfast
down. Almost. It never got quite that bad, but there were
times. . .
About a month later, I woke up feeling wonderful. Suddenly,
the traitorous thoughts I had earlier seemed unconscionable.
Lose this precious little boy growing in my womb? How could I
have even THOUGHT such a thing?
As my tummy grew, Daddy and I grew closer also. I had
always loved my father, and my mother as well, but to know that
we had created a new life together, made for a tie that few girls
get to have with their fathers. I wish every little girl could
have at least one baby by her father, so she could share the joy
I felt then and now.
I was almost as close to Momma. After all, it was she who
had pushed my father into this, and allowed me to have his baby.
Not many mothers love their little girls enough to have their
husbands impregnate them. Most women are too jealous of their
husbands to even risk it. Momma knew she wouldn't lose Daddy to
me, no matter how many kids we had together. She also knew that
Daddy loved me enough to not hurt me, and I loved him enough to
actually WANT to carry his babies. Besides, it was Momma who
WANTED more kids, even more than Daddy. Since she couldn't have
any more, she thought it only appropriate, that her daughters
help out by having some for her. That way, the babies were at
least partly hers, and her husband's as well. It was SO much
better than adopting, and with no extra legal fees either.
The only one not completely happy about all this, was
Chrissie. For one thing, watching me fuck Daddy every night, was
disturbing her rest. Here she had to watch us have all the fun,
and all she got was a horny snatch. The other thing was when I
had the baby. Seeing how close it made me and Momma and Daddy,
made her feel left out.
When I got big with little Georgie, Momma made me sleep by
myself, so I wouldn't disturb Chrissie, and besides, my tummy was
getting too big for both of us in the same bed anyway.
This didn't make Chrissie any happier. She was so used to
sleeping in the same bed with me, that she had a hard time, for
almost a month, getting to sleep. By then, I was back from the
hospital, and my getting up at night to feed the baby was almost
as bad. To put it bluntly, Chrissie felt left out.
This continued for almost another year, with Chrissie
feeling left out, while we all did our best to make her feel
included. Then I got pregnant again.
5
Momma told me that since I already had ONE baby by Daddy,
why not try for two, as that way Georgie would have a playmate.
"Besides," she said, "every little boy needs a little sister to
fuck. It's too bad you girls didn't have a brother, before the
doctor made me stop. Dan and I had planned on having all three
of you sleep together, just like you and Chrissie do now."
"Oh!" Suddenly some things began to make sense.
I don't know WHAT might have happened; Chrissie was so blue,
when she found out I was pregnant again. Only, about a week
after my period stopped, Chrissie's started. So this time I
watched, while daddy taught my little sister how to make a baby.
Not that she needed much teaching, after watching me and Daddy
for so long.
I was really happy to see my little sister finally get
fucked. She took Daddy's big cock right up inside her, without
even a whimper. (I learned later, she had been practicing with
zucchini from the garden, so she wouldn't hurt, when daddy did it
to her.)
That night, Daddy must have squirted about three quarts of
sperm in my little sister's tight little tummy, before he had to
call it quits.
Momma and I agreed to let Chrissie have Daddy almost
entirely to herself, for the next two weeks. It was frustrating,
but worth it.
Chrissie was so grateful when she found out, that it almost
made up for her previous grumpiness. There was another reason as
well. Chrissie probably didn't actually get knocked-up "first-
shot-up-the-tube," but she never did have a second period. That
is, until after she had delivered her first child by Daddy. For
a month, we watched Daddy jerk and spasm on top of my little
sister, filling the little 10-year-old girl's tiny little womb
full of her own father's baby-making seed. It was so cute, and
so sexy.
Still, I remembered how it had been for me, and warned my
little sister about the dangers of pregnancy, like morning-
sickness, and the weight-gain, and feeling tired all the time,
and finally the indescribable pain of giving birth.
Chrissie listened, then would grin and go back to fucking
Daddy all the harder. She said, "That was you, and this is me."
and wouldn't be dissuaded.
I'd watch my little sister humping back at Daddy, until he
sent another big greasy rope of sperm into the little girl's
body, and say to myself, "Just you wait little sister, we'll
see." Well, we did.
While I suffered through a second bout of morning-sickness,
(only about 3 days this time) Chrissie never did. The little
girl seemed to bloom and grow, just as fast as the baby in her
tummy did. She never seemed to get as big as I did either, and
had her baby in only 8 and a half months, while I went WELL over
the nominal nine. To make matters worse, Chrissie only had a
mild labor for about 4 hours, to produce a 6-pound-seven-ounce
little girl, while I sweated and strained and yelled and screamed
for almost 8 hours. I was still in the hospital recuperating
from having little Karen, while Chrissie went home a day before I
did. It's not FAIR!
6
Sometimes I almost hate my little sister. Almost.
Still, now that Chrissie's had her first baby by Daddy, and
is working on her second (She says she's going to give Daddy a
whole string of little girls to fuck.) she's a lot easier to live
with. Now that she's got Jenny to love, and knows that Daddy is
willing to give her another baby anytime she wants it, Chrissie
is almost mellow.
Momma bought a big kingsize bed, and now we all sleep to
gether, so nobody misses out, or feels that they are being
neglected. Since even Daddy can't fuck us all the time, Momma
taught us girls how to help each other, while Daddy's fucking the
other one. Still, as much as I like sucking my little sister's
cunny, of feeling Momma suck mine, there's nothing like feeling
Daddy on top of me, and he jerks and spasms my womb full of the
same seed that created me, while he tries to make another baby in
my womb. It's almost as exciting, to see Daddy on top of my
little sister, while he pumps her tight little tummy full of
baby-juice as well.
These days it's always a kick to me, to hear people talking
about teenagers and pre-teens having babies. Everyone seems to
think that if little girls were taught about sex early in life,
there wouldn't be so many unplanned pregnancies. I giggle and
think about Momma, and how she "taught" us about sex, and how it
didn't keep US from having babies before we were even teenagers.
Of course, maybe these people are right. They were talking about
unplanned pregnancies. The babies Daddy planted in my tummy and
Chrissie's sure couldn't be called "unplanned pregnancies."
Momma planned every one.