Birthday Babies
(M/f, inc, ped, preg, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

I had thought my husband was kidding, that morning, when he said he was going to give our daughter Lynn a "fat belly" for her birthday. I had giggled, and asked, "What are you going to do? Knock her up? The kid's only 12 years old John. You aren't suggesting you're going to fuck your own daughter are you?"

I should have known better than to ask. Even when he jokes about sex, John is serious. If he said that he was going to impregnate our little girl, then you'd better believe he would try. And there I went, asking him the one question that would almost ensure he'd at least try to do it. My husband nodded, then added to reassure me. "If she'll let me," he said.

I thought about it. At first, the thought of my husband fucking our daughter seemed like a horrible thing to do to a 12-year old little girl. But after thinking about it, the idea began to have appeal. Lynn was developing into quite an attractive young woman, even at only 12 years old, and I'd already been worried about her fucking some young boy, just for the "thrill" of it, and getting knocked up. At least if John did it, we'd know who the father was, and Lynn wouldn't have to worry about supporting the child, as we'd raise it as just another one of our own. John and I had always wanted to have more children, but after Lynn, the doctor had told us that I wouldn't be able to have any more. At 33, I still felt young enough to raise another whole batch of children, and my empty arms ached, each time I saw another baby, or woman with a bulging belly, at the supermarket. I fantasized about it for a while, then decided that if Lynn was willing, why not? As long as my horny old husband didn't rape the girl, and she didn't object too strongly to having her own father's baby, why not let the man try?

"Okay," I finally said. "Just don't hurt her, or force her into something you'll both regret."

My husband looked at me disgustedly. "You know me better than that," he said. "Have I ever forced anyone, even you, to do something you didn't really want to do?"

I felt ashamed, for even thinking it. John was anything but the rapist type. Even with me, the mere thought, that he might be causing me pain, was enough to cause an otherwise proud erection to wilt like a marshmallow in a hot flame. The man loved our little girl so much; it was almost palpable. Yes, the thought of him hurting our daughter was silly, and I apologized. Still, I wondered just HOW he was going to get the little girl to go along with this, then decided that was HIS problem, not mine. Knowing Lynn, and how much she loved her father, it might not be a problem at all. MY problem, was keeping my nose where it belonged, and not spoiling everything by alerting Lynn to what her father had in mind.

So, for the rest of the day, I carefully minded my own business, and tried to ignore the little comments that John kept making to Lynn, about her "special" present, that he was going to give her later that day. It was hard to do though, as John's jokes grew closer and closer to telling everyone what he planned. He was careful though, to keep the more obvious ones to only Lynn and himself, until the last girl she had invited to her birthday party had left. Then, he began to lay it on so thick, I thought I'd choke to death, holding back the guffaws, or sometimes even tears. I really couldn't believe he was really going to do this to our child, yet it was becoming more and more obvious, that he was.

"Now what's this present you've been hinting about Daddy?"

"Well, it's something most girls your age just dream about Sweetie."

"Daddy!"

"Well, let's just say it's a very big present for such a little girl. Maybe I shouldn't give it to you today, but should wait until you're older."

Daddy! I'm not a kid any more. I'm 12 years old, almost grown up!"

"Well, Maybe. You'll have to show me just how grown up you are."

"I can do anything that Mom can do!"

I let out a gust of air, not realizing I had been holding my breath. Little did Lynn know, that had been just the line he had been waiting for.

"Anything Lynn? That covers a lot," said John. "If you can show me that you can really do everything your mother can, then I guess I'll just have to give you this present. In a way, it's kind of a present for all of us, you'll just have to take care of it for the family. In a way, if you do this, you'll be giving me and your mother a present as well. It might be a lot of work though. If you can prove to me that you're grownup enough, I'll give it to you."

Oh God! I thought.

"Will he ever. What a line!" Lynn added, compounding it.

"C'mon Daddy. If I show you I'm grownup enough, will you promise to stop messing around and give me this 'present' you've been talking about? Please?"

"Well, I don't know about the 'stopping screwing around part,' we haven't gotten to that yet, but I promise I'll give you your present, if you promise to take care of it, and show me that you're old enough to take it."

"I promise I'll take care of it, whatever it is."

"Okay, let's go down to your room, and check to see if you're old enough."

"Huh?"

"Well, I've got to check your body out, to see if you're really old enough."

"Oh Daddy, you're beginning to sound like some of the kids at school, who're trying to get a girl to have sex with them."

"Who knows, maybe I am... trying to have sex with you."

"Daddy! Stop joking!" The girl's voice faded, as she entered her bedroom.

"Who says I'm joking? You did say you'd do everything that Your mother does. John's voice faded to a mumble. I didn't need to hear the rest. I could almost finish his dialog for him: "And I have sex with your mother. If you're big enough for that, then I guess you're big enough for anything." Of course, I wasn't sure that was the line he used, but I felt confident that it was fairly close.

I sat down in the big recliner, and tried to ignore the faint mumbles from down the hall. It wasn't easy. For fifteen minutes, then half an hour, then 45 minutes the mumbling went on. I was jittering, wondering just what my husband was really doing to our little girl in there.

I almost got up to see, when they had been gone about thirty minutes, and a loud "Ow!" came from the bedroom. Still, Lynn didn't start crying or come running out of the bedroom, and the mumbling continued. Besides, the door had remained open the whole time. I wondered if my husband had just taken our little girl's virginity by busting her cherry. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted him to, or not to. I couldn't take the suspense much longer. I was just about ready to go down and peek in on them, when I heard something that scared me.

"Daddy!" said Lynn, definitely loud enough for me to her.

I hurried down the hall, and peeked into the bedroom, to see what was bothering Lynn, to make her raise her voice after all this time. It was quite a sight, that greeted my eyes.

"Daddy!" repeated Lynn.

I looked in, to see what was bothering the child.

My husband was between our daughter's legs, as she lay back on the bed with her dress pulled up, and he was obviously stroking for a climax. At first, I was worried that John was raping the little girl, but from the way Lynn was humping back, it was obvious, that this was no rape.

"Daddy!" repeated Lynn again.

"What dear?" puffed her father.

"You've got to stop!"

"Huh?" John pushed up harder in the little girl, bringing a squeal of delight from Lynn, before she resumed her complaint.

"Daddy! I could get pregnant!"

I had to giggle. For all her complaints, Lynn was working just as hard as her father to force more and more of his thick 9-inch cock up inside her tight little pussy. Not only that, but she had her legs wrapped around her father in a way that wouldn't let him pull out if he wanted to. Lynn's mind may have been warning her to stop before it was too late, but her body obviously wasn't listening. It obviously knew what it wanted, and if that included a big belly by her own father, then that was even sexier. John couldn't have pulled out if he had wanted to, and it didn't much look like he did.

"Don't you dare pull out!" I said to myself, careful to not let them hear. "Do it John. Knock the kid up. Let our little girl feel what it's like, to have a man make a baby inside her."

The thought of getting his own daughter pregnant, seemed to excite him even more. John began shoving his cock up inside Lynn even harder, if possible. The hard jolts shook the little girl, as she strained with him. I knew just how she felt, as her father approached his climax. I knew that feeling John's huge cock sliding in and out, had gotten her past reason, and into a realm of pure pleasure.

"Oh Lynn!" gasped John. "I'm... I'm... Oh... shit!"

Suddenly, John forced his cock all the way up inside our little girl's tight little slit, and held it there. From his frantic jerking on top of our daughter, I knew he was filling the little girl's womb with rope after slippery rope of his potent seed. I almost melted with excitement, as I watched my husband fill our 12-year old daughter's cute little body full of babymaking cum. God, I don't know where that child put that big cock, but she was impaled on it, and every time John moved or flexed his cock, she winced or cried out in pain.

"Ohgod Daddy... that hurts... so bad!!" squealed Lynn. "You have to stop, Daddy! I could have a baby!" All the time she was objecting, the little girl squirmed back at her father, trying to force even more of her father's massive prick up inside her where it belonged. Lynn humped back even harder, as the child tried to get her little body to absorb every drop of her father's sperm in her hungry little womb.

"Oh God!" groaned the man. "I'm doing it. I'm getting my little girl pregnant. I'm sorry Lynn. I just can't help it. Fuck me. Take Daddy's sperm up inside you. Daddy's going to give you a nice big belly for your next birthday. Oh Lynn, I love you so much."

I watched my husband jerk on top of the 12-year old little girl. It was obvious, that he was squirting his incestuous seed as far up in our daughter's unprotected young womb, as he could.

By now, Lynn had caught the fever also. "Do it, Daddy," she squeaked. "Knock me up. Make my belly get big with your baby. C'mon Daddy, your little girl wants to feel her daddy's baby growing inside her. I'll be the envy of all the girls at school... Aauugghh!" the little girl screamed, as her climax overtook her, and she jerked and spasmed underneath her father, milking every drop of babymaking cum up inside her tiny little pussy, and working for more.

Finally, the two incestuous lovers collapsed on the bed, with my husband's thick cock still dribbling his potent seed in our little girl's tight little slit. It was then that my daughter noticed me watching.

"Oh. Hi Mom," she said, blushing a little at being caught in such a compromising position with her own father. "Daddy and I were making a baby!"

"So I see," I said, trying to get my breath back, after watching that incredibly sexy scene. "And did you?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I sure hope so," said Lynn, now seeming to forget her earlier worries. I guess she had decided she wanted it after all.

Seeing that I wasn't mad at him for not only fucking our little girl, but cumming in her when she could get pregnant, John decided to press his advantage while he could. "Well, if not," he said, "we can always keep trying, until she is."

This brought an embarrassed giggle from Lynn. "I'll do it, though it hurt a lot more than I thought. Daddy you're REALLY big down there!"

"And I suppose you'll just let her sleep in our bed, while you do this?" I tried, but I couldn't keep the grin off my face, in spite of the angry sounding words.

"If you don't mind," said John quietly, looking to see if I really did.

"If you think I'm going to miss seeing my husband knocking our little girl up, then you don't know me!" I said. "You'd better do it and do it well, or I'm liable to get angry!"

The whole family collapsed in a fit of giggling at these outrageous words.

John's cock slipped out of out daughter's tiny little slit with a slurp; as they both lay there gasping with laughter. My husband's cock was still hard and shining with his cum, and Lynn's crack slowly oozed a big gob of her father's fresh seed. John had obviously done a good job of trying to get our little girl pregnant. It was so exciting to think that my husband's sperm was wriggling its way up inside our daughter's womb, in search of her waiting egg, even as we spoke. I could hardly wait to see the 12-year old girl's flat little tummy swollen with her own father's baby kicking inside her. I had been 16, before my father managed to knock me up for the first time. I hoped that our daughter would be luckier, so that John could father 4 or 5 kids on the little girl before she went to college, or got married. John and I always did want a big family, and with our daughter's help, maybe we could have one yet. Who knows, maybe some of their kids would be girls, and John could knock them up too, when they got old enough. I was getting hot just thinking of the possibilities.

Well, as much as he tried, John didn't get Lynn pregnant that day, despite fucking her three more times. She was so sore the following day that she could barely get out of bed. So, he didn't really give her a "big belly" for her birthday. All she got, was a broken "cherry," and a belly full of her own father's seed. In fact, it wasn't until a little over three months later that she first missed her period.

Oh, I see that you can count, and are way ahead of me. You're right. The next year, Lynn had a real birthday present on her birthday. He weighed 6 pound, 6 ounces. Before she got back from the hospital they were both working on making a little sister for their first son to fuck. In fact, (believe this if you will) not five hours after delivering Jason, Lynn had her father jack off in her in the recovery room. (She was too sore to fuck him properly) I kept watch at the door, so that she'd at least have a chance that she'd get pregnant on her "birth"-day, but (I knew that biology, however, would prevent her from actually getting pregnant so soon after giving birth.)

Oddly, though, Lynn never did have a period after Jason was born. Nine and a half months later she delivered Karen, and started working on Diane. Lynn hopes to be able to give us at least two more kids to raise, before she goes to college. She still says that having your own father's baby, and getting knocked up by him in the same day, is the best birthday present a girl could ever get from her parents.



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© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com