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The Birthday Present (family, inc)
An Erotic Story - by Frank McCoy

***

     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 Dan.  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, Dan 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 Dan 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.  Dan 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?
     "OK," 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.  Dan 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 Dan 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 Dan'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
Honey."
     "Daddy!"
     "Well, let's just say it's a 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 Momma 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 Dan.  "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 grown-up enough, I'll
give it to you."
     "Oh God!" I thought.  "Will he EVER.  What a line!"  Then
Lynn compounded it.
     "C'mon Daddy.  If I show you I'm grown-up enough, will you
promise to stop screwing 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 OK 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."
     "OK, 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.  Dan'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 easy-chair, and tried to ignore the
faint mumbles from down the hall.  It wasn't easy.  For 15
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 30
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 "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
decided 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 Dan 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?"  Dan 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
cock up inside her tight little hole.  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 so much more the
turn-on.  Dan 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 Dan.  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.  Dan 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 Dan's big cock
sliding in and out, had gotten her past reason, and into a realm
of pure pleasure.
     "Oh Lynn!" gasped Dan.  "I'm. . . I'm. . . O Shit!"
     Suddenly, Dan 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 bolt after thick sticky bolt of his
potent sperm.  I almost melted with excitement, as I watched my
husband spasm our 12-year-old daughter's cute little body full of
baby-making cum.
     "Daddy!" squealed Lynn.  "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 squirting cock
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 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.  Aauugghh!" the little girl screamed, as her
climax overtook her, and she jerked and spasmed underneath her
father, milking every drop of baby-making cum up inside her tiny
little vagina, and working for more.
     Finally, the two incestuous lovers collapsed on the bed,
with my husband's thick cock still dribbling his potent sperm 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 incredible turn-on 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, Dan
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.
     "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 Dan 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 there, or I'm liable to get angry!"
     The whole family collapsed in a fit of giggling at these
outrageous words.
     Dan'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 white and shining with his cum, and Lynn's
crack slowly oozed a big gob of her father's fresh seed.  Dan 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 Dan could father 4 or 5
kids on the little girl before she went to college, or got
married.  Dan 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 Dan could knock THEM up,
when they got old enough.  I was getting hot, just thinking of
the possibilities.
     Well, as much as he tried, Dan DIDN'T get Lynn pregnant that
day.  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 9 pound, 6 ounces.  Before she got back
from the hospital they were both working on making a little
sister for their son to fuck.  In fact, (believe this if you
will) not two 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.
     I don't know if they succeeded or not, but 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.

