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Helping Papa(Mf, cons, incest, pedo, !!!PREGNANT!!
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HELPPAPA.TXT "Helping Papa" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, !!!PREGNANT!!!)
This story involves incest, and parents having sex with
minor children. It is completely consensual, but be warned: It
is NOT safe-sex. Some people have been asking for stories about
children who had sex with their parents, where pregnancy results.
This story is the most extreme example, I have ever even heard
of! (With the POSSIBLE exception of "Her father's Daughter", but
THAT story took 250 pages, to even hint at what this story covers
in less than 10.) If you are still reading by the end of this
page, you must like such stories.
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The voice rose and fell, eventually becoming too big a
distraction to overlook. It was obviously a woman's voice,
though you couldn't tell the age. From what was said, you might
figure out that the woman must have been over thirty, but whether
she was thirty-five, or ninety wasn't clear. She was obviously
talking TO someone, though you never heard any response. Whether
this was because she was talking on the phone, or just that her
husband was in another room, wasn't clear either. She could have
been talking to her therapist over the phone, or just making a
point with her husband. Perhaps she was just discussing life
with her girlfriend. Whatever. In any case, her conversation
through the thin little door separating two apartments in the old
motel on the edge of the desert, was far more interesting than
the single TV channel re-run available at 10 o'clock in the
evening, in this sleepy little New Mexico town. Interesting
enough in fact, to tape, and later put down on paper. . .
Helping Papa
An Erotic Story
People think that incest is such a big deal these days.
Heck, when I was ten years old, my mother gave me the chore of
getting my father off in the morning.
Each of us kids had our assigned tasks to do each day. Some
of them were designed just to make it easier for our parents to
earn the money that we needed. For example, my older brother
Billy had to get up each morning, and make the fire, before my
sister Mary fixed breakfast for Mom and Dad.
Since I wasn't strong enough to handle the axe very good,
and wasn't a very good cook either, my duties became fixing lunch
for both Mom and Dad, and getting Daddy off, before breakfast.
Yes, that means just what you think it does.
Daddy would wake up each morning with a hard-on, and Momma
was too busy getting ready for work herself, to take care of
Daddy, so she had me do it.
I'd go into Daddy's room, climb in bed with him, and make
him squirt his sperm in me. Usually, that meant that Daddy would
get on top of me, and fuck me. Sometimes though, I'd get on top
of Daddy, or he'd have me suck him off. Once in a long while,
Daddy would put his cock in my ass and squirt his sperm there,
but not very often. Daddy knew that I didn't like it very much,
and he wasn't one to force his children to do things that made
them uncomfortable.
I know; you're thinking that having sex with your own father
would make YOU uncomfortable. That's because you weren't raised
in a family like ours, where sex was considered just another
thing you did, like eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom.
You were expected to help any family member out, if they needed
it. That's why it was my job to get Daddy off.
Daddy needed sex about 4 or 5 times a day, and even Momma
couldn't keep up with him, so Momma had us girls help out. Diane
would usually fuck Daddy before lunch, while Mary would take care
of Daddy in the afternoon, and Momma would usually be able to do
the rest. Not always though.
If this sounds like an onerous chore, then I've given you a
wrong impression. I liked fucking Daddy. I especially liked
feeling Daddy get all excited when he was on top of me, and
fucking his big cock all the way up inside my tummy. The feeling
of Daddy's cock jumping inside me, as he lost control, and
squirted my little tummy full of his sperm was always a thrill.
I may have been too young to get pregnant, but it was still a
turn-on to know that the same sperm that Daddy squirted in
Momma's womb to make me, was squirting in my little womb, as
Daddy tried to get me pregnant just like Momma.
Yes, I knew how babies were made. And NO, I really didn't
mind if Daddy knocked me up. Another baby was always welcome in
our house, and I had watched Daddy impregnate my older sisters
enough times, that I knew how it happened. Heck, it was one of
the reason's I liked the job of getting Daddy off. Just knowing
that there was even a SLIGHT chance, that this time Daddy might
actually make a baby in me, was usually enough to get me off when
Daddy did. Usually.
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Sometimes I had to get Billy to fuck me, when Daddy went off
too quick. Usually, it would be a quick fuck, and then Daddy
would get up, while I lay there for a few minutes to allow
Daddy's sperm to soak into my womb, before I got up as well. By
the time Daddy had shaved, and I had wiped myself and dressed, my
sister would usually have breakfast ready for everybody. No big
deal.
Besides, Daddy LIKED fucking me. At that time, I was the
youngest of the girls that Daddy was fucking, that he hadn't
knocked up yet, and we both hoped that I would start early. I
did.
I remember it well. As I said, I was 10 years old, when
Momma first gave me the chore of getting Daddy off in the
morning. Previous to that, it had been Diane's, until she got
too big with little Georgie, to fuck comfortably. Daddy had
fucked me a few times before that, but this was the first time
Momma had him fuck me regularly. My big brother Billy had first
fucked me when I was six, but I hadn't really enjoyed it, until I
was seven. Before that, I had just done it "to see what it was
like" and because all of my sisters did it, and I didn't want to
be left out. Daddy didn't fuck me, until I was about eight and a
half, and then only because I begged him to. Daddy was a LOT
bigger than Billy, and he almost split me in two!
After that first time, Daddy would fuck me once or twice a
month, but it wasn't until I was about ten, that it got to be
really fun for me. Once Momma found out that I LIKED fucking
Daddy, she figured that I might as well take over the job of
getting Daddy off in the morning. That way I got the extra sex I
wanted, and Momma didn't have to take care of Daddy in the
morning, as well as at night, and Daddy. . . Let's just say that
Daddy liked it almost as much as I did. For sure, he never
complained.
It was always so nice to feel Daddy sliding his big peter in
and out of me, while he rubbed my little titties, and told me how
much he loved me, and my cute little body. Daddy always made
sure we all knew how much he appreciated having sex with us.
That's one of the many reasons we all loved him so. He never
made us feel unappreciated. As I said, Daddy made love to me.
He didn't just jerk-off in me, though I wouldn't have minded if
he did.
Of course the best part, was when I came. Daddy almost
always managed to get me off. Sometimes two or three times even.
It was almost as exciting, when Daddy came; to feel your own
father jerking and shaking on top of you, while his penis spasms
your vagina full of his thick sticky sperm is a thrill that every
little girl should have. Feeling your vagina get all slick and
wet with your Daddy's semen; knowing that you might get pregnant,
as his seed soaks into your womb, is a sensation that few girls
get to enjoy these days. It was like heaven to me. I feel lucky
to have been born at a time, and in a place where I could not
only fuck my own father, but was allowed, and even expected to
have his babies, before I got married. To go through life never
enjoying the feel of your own father's sperm inside your womb
getting you pregnant, seems such a sad thing to me. I'm glad
that MY parents loved me enough to keep me from missing this.
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One day, I was lying on the bed, enjoying the feel of
Daddy's cum soaking in my tummy, imagining his sperm wriggling
its way up inside my womb, when I realized I was leaking. I
didn't want to get cum stains on the bed, so I cupped my hand
around my sperm-dribbling snatch, and hustled to the bathroom.
Once I got to the bathroom, I was shocked to find out that
instead of Daddy's white sticky sperm, my little cunny was
dribbling messy red blood!
I let out a yell, that almost lifted the roof. When Momma
found out what it was, she calmed everyone down, and explained
that I had just gotten my period.
After that first time, Momma was a little more careful about
when she had me fuck Daddy. Up to then, I had been fucking Daddy
every morning during the week, while my sister took over on
weekends. (Momma said, "To give me a rest.")
Afterwards, Momma counted the days, from my period, and made
sure that I slept with Daddy during the middle part, even if it
was on a weekend. That way, I'd have the best chance of
catching.
Well, it took a little longer than I expected, but I missed
my period again, about seven or eight months later, and had my
first baby by Daddy when I was a little past my eleventh
birthday. Before I left home, I had three more kids by Daddy,
for a total of two boys and two girls. Momma and Daddy raised
them like their own kids, and never expected me to do more than
care for them, like any of my other brothers and sisters.
Back in those days, if you lived on a farm, this was the way
things were. If you were a boy, you helped raise the crops, milk
the cows, plant the fields, make hay, pick strawberries, feed the
chickens, and all the other unending chores that constitute farm
work. If you were a girl, you sewed, made clothing, cleaned,
tended the garden, cooked, canned, preserved and helped your
mother with the babies. When a girl got old enough, she was
expected to help her mother take care of her father, grandfather,
and any other male relatives such as brothers, who needed relief
after working all day in the fields, as well. Nobody ever used
birth-control, and a man who would cheat his little girl of
feeling his sperm inside her, was considered an unfeeling pig.
If the girl got pregnant by her father, or even her own brother,
then it was a cause for celebration, not grief. Since the more
people there were to help with the chores, the better we all
lived, there was considerable incentive to have more children.
In the area where I lived, a girl would try to help her
mother out, by getting pregnant by her father or grandfather as
early and often as possible. She usually tried to give her
mother two or three more kids to raise, before she got married
and left to raise kids of her own.
Boys on the other hand, unless they already had children by
their mother, were expected to marry as soon as possible, girls
who had already proved their fertility by their fathers. The
more kids the girl had, and the younger she had them, the more
prized she was as a wife. That's why my sister Mary and I, both
of us having 4 kids by our father before we were 15, were
considered prime catches.
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Not many girls were that lucky, or had fathers who loved
them enough to give them that many kids. Heck, I remember some
horror stories the kids used to banter about in school, about
parents who were so uncaring, that the wouldn't even fuck their
kids, let alone get them pregnant. Of course I never met anyone
like that, so I didn't really believe it. I mean, can you
imagine someone being so cruel, as to turn his little girl down,
when she's horny, and begging to be fucked? Never mind getting
her pregnant.
I mean, I can just possibly understand the argument that
your little girl will only have a few chances to have a baby, and
maybe she should save those chances for the one she marries.
(Just because I can understand it, doesn't mean I buy it. I
mean, If a little girl wants to have a baby by the person she
loves most in the world, her own Daddy, how can you possibly
justify refusing her?)
These days it's different. A poor girl is expected to wait
until she's SIXTEEN, before she even fools around. Then she's
expected to go on the pill, and not have babies until she's
married! Ridiculous. Especially, with modern birth-control
methods.
Of course, you never know what's REALLY going on behind
closed doors, even in the city these days. Take my next door
neighbor, Joe, and the neighbor on the other side, Harry. Who
knows, right now Harry might be filling his little girl's womb
full of incestuous cum, and Joe's little 10-year-old might be
going off to school each day, with her own father's sperm
wriggling its way up inside her tight little tummy. I hope so.
You never know these days, what with the pill and all.
Heck, I could be completely wrong, and half the kids in the city
might be fucking their parents. As long as nobody complains, how
would you know?
Even when a girl DOES get pregnant, who's going to know
whose baby it is? These days, so many girls are getting knocked
up by their boyfriends or cousins, who's going to notice if a
girl gets pregnant by her own daddy, unless she complains. I
mean, if she likes her daddy, and wants his kid, she won't admit
it's his, these days; and how is anyone going to find out it is,
if she doesn't tell?
Of course, it was different when I was young and on the
farm. Officially, Momma had 19 kids in 23 years. Officially.
(Actually, she did pretty good anyway. Eleven kids in 18 years.
Three by her father, five by Daddy, and three more by Billy.)
Thinking about it, maybe it wasn't so different after all.
My two sons started fucking their little sisters, before the
little girls were six years old, and I understand that they are
all married right now, and living in a townhouse together. I
haven't seen them for years, though we write each Christmas.
Right now, I understand that two of my grandsons have their
sisters pregnant, while one of my granddaughters is pregnant by
her father. All three of the little girls are under 13 years
old, and one of them is only 10. I'm real proud of my kids, for
carrying on the family traditions.
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I wish I had been there to see it, the first time my son
knocked his little girl up. Carol sent me an invitation, but 200
miles is a long drive. I understand that Daddy managed to make
it though. He told me later, that he wished that Momma was still
around, so that she could have seen it too. Even though Daddy
has been married to Diane for 15 years now, he still misses
Momma. So do I.
I remember when Daddy sold the farm. A couple from the city
had come out to look at the place, and I overheard the lady say
to her husband, "Can you imagine that poor woman? Having 19
kids? If my husband tried to do that to me, I'd cut off his you-
know-what."
I almost giggled. She really believed that Momma had all
those children by herself. Obviously, she didn't know much about
life on the farm! I know it was the same with the neighbors, and
most of my cousins and aunts. When a farm couple has more than
three or four kids, you can almost bet that some of the older
girls are helping their mother. And why shouldn't they? I mean,
a farm needs lots of people to keep it going, and if a girl is
willing to help out by having her father's babies, instead of
making her mother do all the work, why not? She gets practice,
for when SHE gets married, her mother gets a break from having
babies, and both she and her father get to have fun while doing
it. Everybody wins. Of course, I understand that it's different
in the city.
I remember the first time our parents taught us kids about
sex. Well, not REALLY the first time. We all knew something
about how babies were made. After all, we were farm kids. We
had all seen the animals breed. From the bulls and the cows, the
roosters and hens, to the cats and dogs. Mostly the dogs though.
Momma and Daddy usually kept about three or four dogs around the
farm, both to keep down rats, and to help protect the place from
intruders. Usually, we had just one male, and two or three
females.
When I was young, I remember the male-dog was always Sparky.
Daddy bred Sparky to his mother, when he was 3 years old, and
then kept the best females from her next two litters. Daddy
never had any trouble getting rid of the pups, or even Sparky's
mother, as they were valued as exceptional hunting and guard
dogs. Besides, they were purebred.
I was about 5, the first time Daddy had me help Sparky breed
his little sister. Daddy had me hold her, the first time, so
Sparky could get inside her. Daddy and I both made sure Sparky's
cock was fully inflated in his little sister, before we let go,
so that he could squirt his sperm inside her, and get her
pregnant. A year later, we helped Sparky do the same thing to
his other sister. When I was about 8, Daddy had me help Sparky
again, only this time he had me do it by myself, when it was time
for Sparky to impregnate his daughter. I held the little pup,
until Sparky had his dog-knot completely inside her, and I knew
she would probably be having her father's pups in a month or two.
Daddy had me keep breeding Sparky to his daughters, as long as
there was demand for the pups.
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Since almost all the animals on the farm were interrelated,
(heck, it wasn't unusual to see the bull breeding his mother, his
sister, his daughter, and his granddaughter, all on the same
day.) it was no surprise to me to watch Daddy impregnate my big
sister.
The way it happened, was this: When Mary got her period,
Momma thought it was time we all learned about sex, before we
started having kids by accident. (If we WANTED kids, then OK.
Momma just didn't want us to have any nasty surprises.) As I
said, all of us kids knew SOMETHING about sex, and how babies
were made, we just didn't know the particulars. Momma and Daddy
showed us.
Momma told us about how a man put his penis inside a girl,
and squirted his sperm in her, to fertilize her egg. Then, she
had Daddy demonstrate, by fucking her, so that we all could see.
She showed us the white-stuff that Daddy had squirted inside
her, and told us how it could make a baby in us, when we got old
enough to bleed, like our sister was.
I remember Mary asking if she could try it, so that she'd
know what it felt like to make a baby. So Momma had Daddy
demonstrate, by making a baby in her too.
We all watched, as Daddy pushed his big cock up inside our
sister, until he had it all the way up in her. Then he slid it
in and out, until he couldn't hold back any more, and gave our
elder sister what she wanted: A baby in her belly.
Daddy must have jerked and spasmed on top of our big sister
for over two minutes, filling her womb with incestuous sperm,
while Momma told us how he was getting Mary pregnant.
Billy and Diane got so excited; they wanted to try it
themselves. I was almost excited enough to try it as well.
When Diane and Billy wanted to try it, Momma told them they
were too young yet to have kids, but that Billy could practice
making a baby in Diane, until they got older. So, the only one
who didn't get fucked that day, was me. Momma told me that I was
still too young, and even Billy was too big for me.
She was right. Even a year later, when Mary was pregnant
for the second time, and Daddy knocked Diane up, I was barely
able to take Billy's big thing inside me. Still, I insisted, as
I felt that it was unfair that my two older sisters were not only
getting fucked by Daddy, but getting to have his babies, while I
hadn't even gotten fucked yet.
I almost regretted it. Almost.
First, Momma had Daddy jack-off in me, before Billy fucked
me, so that I would be slick inside. She had Daddy put his big
thing up against my hole and rub up and down on his cock, until
it spit big gobs of sperm inside me. Then, while I was oozing
Daddy's sperm, she had my big brother push his cock up inside me,
and take my cherry.
Wow! It's a good thing that Daddy didn't do it. Even as it
was, I squealed like a stuck pig.
Billy wasn't old enough to really cum yet, but he still
liked to practice making a baby, so Momma had him slide in and
out, until he got his relief.
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I was sore for a week. Once I got over being sore, Momma
let me practice making a baby with Billy about two or three times
a week. Billy also "practiced" making a baby in Momma, and
sometimes in Mary or Diane, until he got to be 13, and started to
squirt sperm just like Daddy. After that, Momma made sure he
only practiced with her, unless we were either in the middle of
our periods, or already pregnant by Daddy.
Billy got to be pretty good anyway. Momma had three kids by
him, before he left for college.
Daddy didn't mind. With me and my two older sisters, Daddy
was able to have as many kids as he wanted. Before they quit,
Momma and Daddy had 19 kids on the farm. Daddy had five kids by
Momma, (Me, Mary, Diane, Billy, and Jenny.) four by me, (Mike,
Carol, Janet, Joseph.) four by Mary, (Judy, Tim, Colleen, Cindy)
and one each by Diane, Jenny, and Colleen. (George, Karen,
Frank) (Yes, one by his own granddaughter/daughter. So what?)
Billy had three daughters by Momma (Ginger, Marcia, and
Kelly) and was fucking all three of them, before they were 5
years old. Strangely, they never got pregnant, even though they
never used birth control, until the four of them had moved out on
their own, after Daddy sold the farm. Right now, Billy is living
with Kelly, and they are expecting their fourth child, while
their eldest daughter is expecting her first.
By the time I left home, if you happened to walk into the
house at almost any time of day, you would most likely have
stumbled across someone fucking. Of course by then we had the
pill, and most of us girls were on it, as Momma and Daddy really
couldn't afford too many more kids.
The day I left, I remember watching little Ginny showing
off, by taking her uncles big cock up inside her tight little
cunny, and making him squirt his thick sticky sperm in her womb.
She was so proud of herself. You'd think the little 10-year-old
had discovered sex, all by herself. Actually, the whole family
was like that. I don't think any of my sisters, (or daughters
for that matter) waited past her seventh birthday, before asking
either her father, brother, or uncle to, "Let me feel what it's
like, to make a baby."
I was talking on the phone the other day to Kelly, and she
told me that Joy (That's their youngest.) was so jealous seeing
her mother and big sister both pregnant, and her father trying to
impregnate her 10 year old sister as well, that the little 4
(Well OK, almost 5.) year old girl insisted that her father
squirt his sperm inside her, so she would have a chance to get
pregnant too. I got so hot at my niece's description of my big
brother fucking his little girl, that I jacked off three times
that afternoon; imagining that I was Billy's little girl, and my
Daddy was getting me pregnant by squirting my slit full of baby-
juice, before I was even 5 years old.
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Kelly told me how Billy put his big cock up inside their
little girl, and fucked her until he came, filling the child's
womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous seed.
She said she hadn't gotten so excited, since Billy first got her
pregnant, knowing her big brother, who was also her father loved
her enough to squirt his sperm inside her, so she could have his
baby. However, once she saw her father slide his cum-dripping
penis up inside their youngest daughter's tight little slit, and
pump the child full of the same baby-making sperm that made her,
while the 4-year-old little girl begged him to get her pregnant,
Kelly knew that anything else would be an anticlimax. Even
though Billy was only able to get about half his cock up inside
the little girl; knowing her father was squirting his potent
sperm inside their daughter's flat little tummy, was enough to
make my niece climax without even being touched.
Kelly told me that Little Chrissie has been fucking their
father for the past week now, and is now able to take almost
three-quarters of my big brother's penis in her tight little
cunny, before he gets too excited, and squirts his sperm inside
her. Her older sister is beginning to complain that their father
hardly has any cum left to squirt in her anymore, now that he's
started fucking Chrissie. Kelly says she's going to have to put
our brother on a schedule, so that they each get a fair chance at
getting pregnant by their father. After all, it wouldn't really
be fair, if Chrissie got pregnant, before her 10-year-old sister
did. Still, it's almost as exciting for Kelly to watch her
father impregnate their 4-year-old daughter, as it was to feel
him make a baby in her own womb. (OK, so she's almost 5 years
old! It's STILL more than three years younger than I was, the
first time Daddy fucked me.)
We're all pulling for the little girl, even if there isn't
much chance. Just think: Not even in Kindergarten yet, and
having your own father's baby growing inside you. I'm getting
hot again, just thinking about it.
I understand that Ginger and Marcia are now living with
their sons, both of them expecting, also.
So you can see, that incest isn't really that much of a big
thing to me. Heck, I used to do it all the time, when I was
younger. Of course, I haven't done anything like that since we
got married, except for a "quickie" or two with my big brother,
or Daddy, when we were over to visit for the holidays.
When you hear about incest nowadays, you'd think the younger
generation had invented it. HA! So now you see why I'm really
not surprised to learn that our son was caught "sticking it" to
his little sister, and the little girl not only wasn't fighting
him off, but was doing everything a girl can, to get her big
brother to reproduce inside her, by filling her tight little
cunny with his warm greasy sperm.
Kids these days! Think they invented everything.
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The next day, looking out in the motel parking lot, the big
black sedan is gone. The manager isn't there to ask who was in
the room next door. There's not even a hint as to who she was,
or even what state she was from. If it wasn't for this
transcript, you might have a hard time believing she really
existed. Rereading it, you wonder if maybe she doesn't. Or
maybe she does, but it was all just a fantasy of hers. For sure,
it will always be one of yours, from now on.
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