"It's just for posing." Daddy looked hurt, that I hadrefused.  The trouble
was, that's what Daddy always said, "It'sjust 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 camerathough.  My
mother had been running out of ideas of what to giveDaddy for birthdays and
Christmas, when my father expressed aninterest in photography.  As usual,
when either Momma or Daddy buys the other one apresent, Momma went
overboard.  She didn't just get a GOODcamera; Momma had to get the best. 
Even at that, she goofed.Not being sophisticated, Momma assumed that when
you bought acamera 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 knewwhich 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 overthe counter; you order them from specialty
shops.) When Daddy opened the plain brown box, and found itcontained the
"dream machine" of camera buffs, he almost wentwild with joy.  For almost
10 minutes Daddy spent fingering all the variousfeatures, loading it with
film, and generally planning his firstshot.  Momma and I couldn't figure
what was taking Daddy so long toget started.  I mean, the tree and our
family were excellent

   tarting subjects.  So why didn't Daddy just take some picturesand go on
unwrapping presents.  Still, Daddy kept fiddling,looking through the box
and instructions, as he became more andmore frantic about something.  This
wasn't like my father.  Usually he could figure mostthings out without
spending a lot of time reading instructionmanuals.  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 thefront; showing that I was just as ignorant as my mother.  "Oh
shit," said Daddy.  He then explained to both of us thatcameras like this
one had interchangeable lenses for differentuses.  Some for close-ups, and
some for taking pictures of thingsfar away.  Since each photographer had
different ideas about whatthe perfect combination of lenses were, they sold
the "body" ofthe camera separate from the various lenses.  On cheaper
cameras, they usually included a general-purposelens with the body; but on
really expensive ones like this, theyleft it up to the buyer to decide
which one he or she reallywanted.  After all, it didn't make sense to
include a 500 to 1000dollar lens that the buyer might never use.  1 500 to
1000, for a "cheap" lens?  Wow!  I wondered how mucha "good" one cost. 
Almost half the price of the camera, I foundout.  Luckily, the camera store
was open that Christmas, (forreturns, and sudden extra needs, just like
ours).  Also luckily, they had two lenses that would fit Daddy's newjewel.
The others he had to order, just like Momma had orderedthe camera itself.
By the time we left the store, (Paying in advance for thetwo lenses Daddy
ordered.) we were carrying bags, film, tripods,lights, and other
accessories that made my parent's bank accountpoorer by over twice what
Momma had paid for the camera body.  Momma's lips were pinched and sour. 
She had WANTED to getDaddy something expensive.  This was FAR beyond what
she hadbudgeted, however.  Still, Momma never suggested that perhapsDaddy
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 ofthe tree, us,
the cats, our Christmas dinner, me making a snow-man, the house, etc.,
etc., etc.  Daddy must have gone throughfive rolls of film that first day.
You might think that my father would lose interest after aday or so of
this. Nope.  Mother DID pick the right gift forDaddy.  From then on, you
never knew when you might be doingsomething, and there would be a bright
flash as your likeness wascaptured forever on film.  Daddy took pictures of
me playing, the trees outside when itwas frosty, the neighbors, and
anything and everything.  Mommaput her foot down though, when he started to
take a picture ofher in her nightgown.

   Still, she didn't object when he had me "pose" in my summersun-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 picturesoff to various magazines, until they announced he had won.

   Daddy's first award was for a picture of the frost-coveredtrees that
winter.  It WAS beautiful.  Strangely, that was theonly award Daddy ever
got for a nature-picture.  He collectedmany awards over the next few years,
but they were all forpictures of people.  The second picture that won an
award for Daddy, was one ofme.  I never even knew he took it.  It was a
picture of a cutelittle girl (me) lying on a couch, sleeping.  I looked
soinnocent, as back then my body was just beginning to develop.  Iwas
wearing a short little mini-skirt that was all the rage backthen, but in my
sleep the dress had crept up above my waist,exposing my panties.  It was so
cute.  You could tell that I hadno idea what a spectacle I made, with the
tight little pantiespulled up, so you could actually see the indentation
made by myplump little cunny-lips.It was innocently sexy, without being
lewd or obscene.  I'vegot to say, that Daddy had great taste for posing. 
(He stilldoes, for that matter.) Only I wasn't posing in that picture.  (I
hadn't gotten intothat yet.) I was just a little girl sleeping, and Daddy
caughtthe pose just right.  After that award, Daddy started taking more
pictures of me.Sometimes, he would "pose" me for the pictures, but at first
heseemed to do better just catching me doing things naturally.Still, he
improved all the time.  The picture that really started things though, was
the oneof me licking a lollipop.  This one Daddy did "pose" me for.  We
must have worked for over an hour, before Daddy finallygot the "pose" he
wanted, with me sitting; licking a big suckerthat was almost as big as my
hand, while facing the camera, soyou got just the hint of my panties up
under the short littleskirt I was wearing.  When that picture got the big
award, and even got posted inthe local newspaper, suddenly people started
coming to see Daddyto have them take pictures of THEIR children.  Within a
month,Daddy had quit his job, and was working as a
professionalphotographer. It seemed that over half of Daddy's customers
were men, whowanted him to make THEIR little girls look so innocently sexy
asI had.  That old "pose" of a little girl with a lollipop gotpretty
worn-out in the next few months, though Daddy STILL getsan occasional
request from somebody to "pose" his little girllike that.  As I said, that
was the start.  After that first success,Daddy started trying new "poses"
on me all the time.  Mommawasn't too happy about some of them, especially
the ones thatshowed a lot of bare-skin and panties, but she never
saidanything.  There was a slight glitch, the first time Daddy took
somenude 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 hetook more time to "pose" them
than normal.  Never having worked with nude people before, it took Daddy
awhile to get the lighting and "pose" just right.  Full-frontalnudity, with
genitalia of everyone exposed, but not lewd orobscene, was quite a
challenge.  Still, Daddy managed, and thatwas the start of him being a
nudist photographer.  The couple liked the picture so well, of them and
theirlittle girl, that they recommended Daddy to all their friends.  Well,
one day the cops showed up at the door, and arrestedDaddy.  It seems that
some bluenose at the studio where Daddy hadhis film developed thought nude
pictures of little girls wereillegal, so she called the cops.  It took
almost a year before Daddy got all his equipmentback, as the case was
thrown out of court by a judge who said,"Anyone who thinks award-winning
pictures of little girls wereobscene, just because they were naked, has to
be sick." Still,Daddy lost a lot of negatives and his equipment was fairly
badlydamaged, but the police never even gave him an apology.

   After that, Momma got Daddy an enlarger and photo-equipmentfor his
birthday, and Daddy made a darkroom in the basement, anddid his own
developing.  After a while, Daddy got so good hepreferred his own work to
the labs anyway.  The publicity he got for fighting the "nudist" case,
madeDaddy quite popular among those people who preferred to go naked.So
Daddy ended up going to a lot of nude gatherings; quite oftentaking me and
Momma along.  He was also taking a lot of nudepictures of me, by this time.
Daddy would quite often "pose" me for these pictures, and Iappeared in a
quite a few publications like "Sun and Swim".  Ididn't mind, though.  At
first Momma was a little upset at herlittle girl's naked body being
displayed in magazines all overthe country.  Daddy was almost as good at
soothing Momma'sworries though, as he was at posing me.  Each time Momma
got alittle upset at a slightly more risque pose, Daddy would pointout that
it wasn't all that unusual, and he was able to back uphis claims by showing
pictures of other girls in even moreextreme 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-corefucking.  Of course, he never showed Momma any of the
hard-coreones at first.  He led Momma (and me) along a step at a time.Just
nude at the start, without even my pussy showing.  Then ahint of pussy. 
Next, the crack showing.  A few days later, fullfrontal nude.  Next, my leg
lifted a little.  As I said, one tinystep at a time.  The progression was
so smooth over severalmonths, that it was only when you compared the early
picturesDaddy took, to those several months later, that you could see
howfar we had gone.  There was something about my body that people seemed
tolike; at least those people who bought nudist magazines, anyway.Daddy had
a secret, that he kept for many years.  The reason Ilooked 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 bodyall
heated and flushed with excitement.  Then, when Mommacomplained about all
the noise, Daddy got a little more subtle.He'd stroke my body with his big
hands, until I shivered withexcitement.  Then, when my nipples were
sticking out, he'd "pose"me in various semi-erotic positions.  Once he
started taking nudepictures of me, Daddy would usually go naked himself;
explainingto my mother that it would be "less embarrassing" to me, if Iknew
he was naked too.  I don't know about that, but knowing myfather was taking
sexy shots of my body while HE was naked suredid a lot to make me look even
more aroused than before.  Daddy pointed this out to Momma, and after a
while shestopped objecting; even when she saw Daddy sporting a
hugeerection. After all, this was even MORE exciting to me, knowingmy own
father was getting turned on by my naked body.

   At that time, (about 6 to 9 months after Daddy first got thecamera,) I
knew about as much as any other 12 or 13 year old, soI wasn't completely
ignorant about sex.  I knew where babies camefrom, and that my body was
getting ripe, so it could make them.Once I started having periods, seeing
Daddy naked aroused meeven more.  Still, you don't do sexy things with your
own fatherdo you?  Daddy did.  About this time, the pictures he started
makingsubtly 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 myslit, she almost had kittens.  Still, Daddy talked her down,
ashe explained that it was necessary to make me look properlyaroused 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 ourmoney was now coming in from him taking just "that kind"
ofpictures of me.  Well, Momma still objected, but finally agreed that he
couldcontinue, as long as I didn't get hurt, and the pictures didn'tget
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.  Bysaying it was OK, as long as he didn't get "much worse,"
Mommaallowed Daddy to progress even further.  The next day, Daddy had me
"pose" with my finger up mycrack, while spreading my legs.  Since Momma
wasn't there toobject, I went along.  It was only about a week before Momma
saw Daddy "posing" mewith my legs spread, and both hands groping between my
legs.When Momma objected, he told her I was "just posing" and theycould
make a lot of money, if I made it "look good", as if I wasreally
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 particularlyoutrageous, Daddy would explain that I was "just
posing" andMomma would stop.  From masturbation and rubbing my developing
titties, itwasn't long until Daddy had me rubbing my crack with first
avibrator, and then later a dildo.  Momma got red in the face, when she saw
me rub my littleslit with a big rubber penis, but as long as Daddy assured
herthat I was "just posing" she didn't stop me.  Of course,
Daddy's"warm-up" exercises had progressed as well.  From feeling me
allover, Daddy had progressed to feeling me up; in both ass andcunt, until
I was hot and flushed for the "poses." Daddy kept assuring Momma that it
was "necessary" to get meexcited, so that the people who looked at the
pictures wouldbelieve I was really masturbating, not just "posing." Yeah,
right.  Daddy was just a horny old man, who liked tofeel his daughter up.
Still, I didn't object either.  I mean, if my own father andmother thought
I was doing the right thing by helping Daddy, thenit didn't bother me to
"act" like I was getting off on it.After a few months, Daddy said he had
some new clients, whowould pay well for a few slightly more explicit shots.
Momma was a little suspicious of this, but agreed that maybea LITTLE hint
of real sex wouldn't be all that bad, as long as itwas 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 themup, and had Momma
click the shutter when he said so.  This way hewas able to get into the
picture, and Momma could be sure we were"just posing." Ha Ha!  Some
"posing." These pictures were the start ofwhat 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 standbeside me, with a semi-erect prick right
near my mouth.  If youwere a REAL pervert, you might imagine that I was
about to suckDaddy off, but you needed a pretty good imagination.  Later,
wedid similar shots with Daddy between my legs.  It seems there were some
funny rules at that time, where youcould publish pictures of people in
sexual positions, butcouldn't actually show penetration, or ejaculation. 
Daddy had tojack-off a few times, before we "posed" together, so he
wouldn'thave an erection that would get the pictures busted.  The second
time he did this, Daddy had a hard time gettingoff, until he reached over
and began feeling me up while he didit.  Momma looked daggers at Daddy, but
didn't say anything, asit wasn't all that much more than he had been doing
previously towarm ME up.  Daddy came in warm squirts all over my leg,
andMomma had to wipe it up before we could continue "posing".  It was the
first time I actually saw my father's cum, butnot the last.  After about a
month of these kinds of shots, where Daddywould "pose" with his prick next
to my little cunny, ass, ormouth, the rules changed.  Suddenly, because of
a law-change, orpossibly 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, Mommawould probably have
put her foot down, and the whole photobusiness with me would have probably
ground to a halt.  I'm surethat If Momma had known Daddy's eventual aim,
she would havestopped him immediately; and maybe even filed for divorce. 
Daddy knew that, and very carefully led us both along stepby tiny step. 
The first of these steps was when Daddy came on me, as weprepared for yet
another of those fake-fuck shots.  When Momma was going to wipe up the
white splatter on myleg, Daddy stopped her.  "It looks more realistic this
way," hetold Momma, "as if we really were fucking.  It makes the poselook
more real, and I can probably get a lot more money for it." Well, what the
heck.  Momma figured that Daddy was alreadycumming on me almost every time,
so what did it hurt, if we tooka picture of it?The next day, Daddy squirted
his cum right on my belly, soit would look like he had just pulled out of
me.  Momma almosthad a fit; worrying that he might accidentally get some
insideme; but once she saw Daddy only had squirted on my tummy, and alittle
on my legs, she relaxed.  The next day, Daddy had me close my eyes, while
he squirtedcum on my cheek, and down my chin.  When Daddy posed next to
mewith 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
stoppedflinching each time Daddy squirted his cum near my pussy, ass,
ormouth.  In the meantime, Daddy had started having Momma take thepictures
while he actually inserted the tip of his prick in me.No, not in my pussy.
At least not at first, anyway.  But Daddyhad Momma shoot while he laid just
the head of his cock on mylips, or rested his prick on my asshole.  As I
said, step by little tiny step, Daddy worked towardshis goal.  I think by
the time Daddy first squirted cum in mymouth, we all knew where it would
end, but we couldn't seem tostop.  The first time Daddy put the tip of his
prick inside myvagina, Momma almost made him stop.  But Daddy told her to,
"Takeit easy, it's just posing," and Momma stopped objecting.  HowDaddy
ever kept from ramming his thick cock up inside me thatday, I'll never
know, but he just slid the head in and out whileMomma obediently took
picture after picture of her husband's cockgoing into their little girl. 
Daddy was already cumming, when he suddenly pulled out andsplashed thick
white cum all over my belly; even running backdown to my bare pussy.  Momma
hurriedly wiped me up, commenting that it was a goodthing Daddy didn't "do
it" inside me, as I wasn't on the pill.  Ididn't tell her that I could feel
some of Daddy's warm seeddribbling out of my slippery slit, even as Momma
was commentingon how lucky we were that he didn't get any in me.  That
picture made a LOT of money for Daddy, and I understandit got into over
four porno mags before the year was out.  After that time, Momma agreed
that it would be OK for me andDaddy to "pose" like that, as long as he
didn't ejaculate insideme.  Well, as you can imagine, Daddy kept pushing
the limits.  Itstarted with him fucking me in the ass, and then once he had
cumall over my ass, he pushed his prick back inside me, before Mommacould
object.  Daddy pointed out, that he couldn't get mepregnant, by shooting up
my ass, and it looked so much more sexyfor people to know that my daddy's
prick was leaking sperm in hislittle girl, as the cum all over my ass and
his prick up insideme, so clearly showed.  Once again, Momma gave ground.
Having set a precedent, the next day Daddy had me suck himoff, and came in
my mouth.  He then had me show my mouth full ofmy father's sperm; dribbling
down my chin, while I licked thelast obscene drop off his prick.  Momma
took picture afterpicture of this, and never said a word.Two days later,
Daddy slid his thick prick all the way upinside me, and fucked me for real.
My virginity was long gone;taken by Daddy's finger and dildoes and
vibrators, but it was thefirst time I had a real man inside me.  I came so
hard, it's a wonder I didn't break Daddy's prickoff.  Momma took picture
after picture as Daddy and I "posed" withhis prick partly inside me, barely
inside me, or buried in mytummy to the hilt.  When he came, Daddy squirted
a big mess ofwhite sticky cum all over my tummy, and some of it even landed
onmy slit, as Daddy couldn't pull it away fast enough.  Momma said some
dirty words, but just wiped me up carefullyto make sure none of Daddy's
sperm got inside me.  As long as it was just "posing", Momma never
stoppedanything after that.  She only drew the line at Daddy squirtinghis
sperm in my vagina.  Fucking, sucking, ass-fucking were alljust "poses" to
be photographed.  I had Daddy's sperm in mymouth, up my ass, and all over
my body.  Two days after the first time, Daddy "accidentally" squirtedin me
before he could pull out.  Still, three good squirts wentup on my tummy,
and Daddy (again "accidentally") let the lastsquirt land right on my bare
little cunny; thus hiding the factthat more semen was dribbling out of my
snatch, than Daddysquirted on the outside.  When Momma gave him hell, Daddy
just shrugged and said that"accidents" were bound to happen, and he
couldn't guarantee thathe would always be able to pull out in time, let
alone be surethat none of his cum accidentally landed on my crack. 
Mommaseethed a bit, but let it pass.  The next time Daddy fucked me, he
pulled out all right, butwhen he stopped squirting cum all over my ass, (We
were fuckingdoggie-style.) he slid his cock down and stuffed it back
insideme.  Momma almost had a fit!  Daddy brushed it off, saying that he
THOUGHT he had put hiscock in my ass, where it was "safe"; but not to
worry, because hehad squirted most of it on my ass anyway.  Again Momma
fumed, butdidn'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.  Hetold
Momma that it was needed for a "special client" and worththe 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 thefirst few times, I found I LIKED getting fucked properly
in thecunt, and actually helped Daddy sneak a few extra squirts
ofincestuous sperm in my womb, when Momma didn't suspect.  Once, I tried
getting Daddy to fuck me before bedtime, butMomma cut me off short.  It was
OK with her, as long as it was only "posing" but boyoh boy did she get mad
if Daddy ever approached me outside thestudio!  I think this was just
Momma's way of denying what wasgoing on; that her husband was screwing the
heck out of herlittle girl, and she wasn't doing anything to stop it.

   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
thatsomeone 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, theyhad naturally approached him first.  "It'll be only posing,"
Iheard 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 Icum in her.  You know how good I am at posing shots so they
lookreal." I shivered, as I listened.  Daddy WAS good at posing.  I always
looked forward to "posing" with Daddy, and herarely 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 likethat too much.  "Oh OK," Momma acquiesced, like she had so
many timesbefore.  "As long as it's just posing, mind you.  I don't wantyou
getting our little girl pregnant." "I have to make it look real," reminded
Daddy.  Momma sighed.  I guess she knew that somehow it wouldeventually
come to this.  "Do what you have to," she finallysaid, giving Daddy all the
rope he needed.  This time, when Momma grabbed the camera, she used the
newmovie camera.  Over the past several months, we had been using itmore
and more, until Momma could finally handle it like anexpert, and she was
almost as good as Daddy was.  We had madeseveral movies before, but this
was to be the start of one likenever seen before.  In those days, sound
movies were too expensive for amateursto make, so everything was silent. 
Momma panned across ablackboard that said "Daddy does his Daughter" before
focusing onwhere Daddy was "working me up" like he usually did before
westarted.  However, since the film couldn't be too long, we quicklymoved
to where Daddy had me facing the camera, while he slid hisbig prick up
inside me from behind.  That way, the camera had agood view of my father's
prick sliding in and out of my hotlittle hole.  Momma got a close-up of
Daddy's cock stretching mylittle slit, before shifting a little higher so
you could see mytummy 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 thenlifted my leg, so
you could see the incestuous father/daughtercoupling even better, while
Momma hurriedly grabbed a few quickshots with the still-camera, before
continuing with the moviecamera.  Daddy continued to "pose" me in as many
obscene positions ashe could, before yelling, "NOW!" to Momma.

   Momma took a quick shot of Daddy's strained face, as hemouthed, "I'm
cumming!"; then shifted the camera to a close-upview of where Daddy's cock
was sliding in and out of me.  Daddypulled his cock halfway out, so Momma
could close in eventighter, just as a bulge rippled through the base of his
cock.The grim look on Momma's face was precious, as she realized thather
husband was actually cumming inside her little girl, but sheknew better
than to waste time trying to stop him, when this shotof a man trying to
impregnate his own daughter might bepriceless.  One, two, then three big
shots of incestuous sperm shot intomy womb, as Daddy tried to force as much
of his prick inside meas he could.  Then Daddy pulled out; just long enough
for Momma to catch agood shot of my father's thick cock squirting thick
sticky spermall over my teenaged crack, before shoving the
still-squirtingmember back up inside me, and leaving it there.  Momma
managed tocatch 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 youngwomb.  Finally
Daddy pulled out, and Momma got a good shot of mycrotch leaking Daddy's
sperm; while his white-streaked penisdripped 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, beforeshutting off the camera.  Once her job was
done, Momma confronted Daddy.  "You hornyson-of-a-bitch," she said, "You
were just TRYING to get ourlittle 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,
andwipe her up.  Douching would probably just wash your sperm upinside her.
Men!" Daddy stopped Momma from hurrying off to get a towel.  "Wait," he
said.  "We'd better get some more shots of herfirst.  We don't want to miss
the opportunity of taking picturesof a fresh-fucked little girl." Momma
opened her mouth to object, then suddenly seemed tochange her mind. 
"Yeah," she said, "if Lisa's going to getpregnant, 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: Showingoff my sperm-dripping vagina, in shot after shot.  Then,
whenDaddy got hard again, Momma had him get on top of me, with my
asselevated on a pillow; so that when Daddy came in me this time, itwould
soak in.  To tell the truth, I was shocked.  I had really expectedMomma to
hit the roof when Daddy came in me; after all herearlier insistence that he
be careful, so he wouldn't get mepregnant.  Afterwards, I really expected
Momma to insist I go on thepill; or at least use SOME kind of
birth-control, but she didn't.I suppose you're wondering about Momma too.
After all, thisas quite a change from her previous stance.  Was Momma
mad?Wasn't she even annoyed?  Or was she turned on by the wholething? 
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'sjust that she didn't want to admit it, even to herself.  So Mommaraised
weak little objections all along the way.  Never enough tostop Daddy, but
enough to soothe her conscience each time.  Was she amused?  A lot. 
Actually, Momma knew this was going to happen quite a whilebefore this, and
was trying to decide what to do about it, whenDaddy forced her to decide
fast.  So she did.  Since I wasn'tobjecting, and if she DID raise a stink
it might have ended in amessy divorce, she decided "What the hell!" Even
though somepeople might consider what her husband was doing abuse of
theworst kind, she knew he really loved me, and would never dream ofhurting
his little girl.  Also, if I HAD objected, he would havestopped.  Since I
didn't. . .  Well, Momma figured I must havewanted it.  Well, I did. . .  A
little.  I just didn't know allthat I was getting into.  Still, I'm not
sorry, and neither wasMomma.  Besides, Daddy had led us both step by tiny
step up to thispoint.  That last little step didn't seem so big any more
toMomma.  In fact from then on, Momma insisted that Daddy squirthis sperm
right up inside my womb at least once a day.  Even onthe days we didn't
have a photo session, Momma would have Daddycome in my room after I had
gone to bed, and fuck me so I couldgo to sleep with my father's seed
swimming in my womb.  She nolonger raised any objection to Daddy fucking me
when we weren't"posing." She even insisted that if we were NOT posing,
thenDaddy had to cum in my vagina, so I would have at least a CHANCEof
getting pregnant when he did.  Since Daddy had pretty much thesame ends in
mind, you can imagine how often I got fucked.  Notthat I minded.  I gave up
on getting on the pill.  I figured if both DaddyAND Momma wanted me to get
pregnant, then I guess I would just goahead and have a baby.  So I did.  It
was about three months later, that I first missed myperiod.  Momma and
Daddy held a big celebration, in which I gotfucked 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.  Atleast ones
who fuck their fathers and let pictures be taken ofthem anyway.  We made a
bundle on that set of pictures.  Yes, we.  Since I was old enough to have a
baby, Momma andDaddy figured I was old enough to make financial decisions
on myown.  So, from then on, all the money from our "posing" was splitthree
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 theincome, Momma
insisted that I share a third of the expenses too.

   As I said, we made a LOT of money on that movie, and evenmore on the
photo series that followed of my belly getting big.Not to mention those
shots of Daddy fucking me when I was about8-months gone.  If you think
pictures of a pregnant thirteen-year-old aresexy, then you should see the
market there is for a FUCKINGpregnant 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 laterthat we were making a sequel to the first film,
where Daddy getshis FOURTEEN year old daughter pregnant.  Actually, Momma
had me "posing" with my little girl before Ieven got out of the hospital. I
remember one shot, where Mommatook pictures of me nursing Mindy.  She
suggested I pinch mynipple, and squirt the milk into my daughter's
mouth.Unfortunately, not all of it went in, and some landed on herface. 
Strangely, Momma found that very interesting, and tookseveral shots of
Mindy's little wrinkled face dripping in hermother's milk.  This continued
for a while, until we all decided we'd betterstop.  There was something
about seeing my little girl with herfather's sperm oozing out of her
unfucked cunny, and knowing wewouldn't be able to stop later, if we didn't
stop then.  Not wanting Mindy to even accidentally get hurt, we alldecided
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
ofus.  So, after one last incredible sequence where I got pregnantfor the
fourth time, I retired.  Daddy went back to his stillfairly successful
regular photography business, and we all livedon that, the money we
invested from the earlier business, andthe "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 sheforgot to replace the film.  <grin> So now you know why I was
a little dubious about having mydaughters "pose" for my father.  I mean,
Mindy's almost 12 now, and Carol just had her firstperiod last week.  Who
knows what might happen, if Daddy getscarried 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 twoyounger 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
issliding up and down on Daddy's thick prick while her fathersquirts bolt
after rich creamy bolt of the same baby-making spermthat created her 12
years ago, in our little girl's fertile youngwomb.

   Then I had another "pose" appear in my mind, where Mindy wasbending
over; licking Daddy's cock that was sliding in and out ofher little sister;
lapping up the overflow of cum that leaked outof the little girl; while her
enormously pregnant belly jiggledand swayed with each obscene lick.  I
thought about Daddy's lewdsuggestion a little bit more.  For the first
time, I regretted that at least one of ourchildren hadn't been a boy. 
There were poses you could do withchildren of the opposite sex, that just
weren't possible withonly 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 likeyour father has just gotten your little
sister pregnant.  Mindy,you hold the light right here; so when Daddy cums,
the camera cansee his sperm going right up inside Marla's vagina.  Cindy,
yousuck on Daddy's cock, until he's ready to cum inside your littlesister.
Jean, you take the backup camera, and try to get a goodshot from over
there. Try to get a shot when Daddy cums.  Ifwe're lucky, maybe one of us
will catch a shot of Daddy's cumactually squirting inside her.  Cindy, make
sure you don't blockthe 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, "aslong as it's just posing."

   
