
                         Just Horseshit
                         An Erotic Story

     "This is horseshit," I complained, throwing the story 
printout halfway across the room.  That was a mistake.  I had 
attracted my mother's attention.
     "What's 'horseshit' Dear?" she asked.  If nothing else, 
Momma's got good hearing.
     It was too late to even try hiding the story I had been 
reading.  Not that Momma would be all that dismayed to find her 
12-year-old daughter reading erotic fiction off the computer.  
It's just that I try to keep my sex-life from intruding on my 
parents.  Momma knows I'm not a virgin, and I even think she 
knows who "plucked my cherry."  It's just that we never seemed to 
discuss such things as pornographic stories and pictures.
     You see, while I didn't mind Momma knowing that I fooled 
around, I didn't want her thinking I was a pervert.  HA!  If I'd 
only known.  Oh well.  At least I didn't have to BELIEVE the 
garbage that some people wrote.  Like this bullshit story.
     Momma's eyebrows had risen a little, when she helped me pick 
up the scattered sheets, and saw the title "BIG brother's day."  
Still, she just waited for my answer to her previous question.
     "Oh this stuff," I replied, emphasizing the "stuff".
     Momma's eyebrows twitched, and her face had a ghost of a 
smile, but she just waited for me to get more specific.
     "I mean," I said in exasperation, "it's bad enough, that 
someone writes a story about a 15-year-old boy fucking his little 
sister.  I mean girls just don't do that sort of thing."
     Momma's grin had widened.  "Oh?" she prompted with a smile.
     By now, I was getting into it.  If my mother wanted to know 
what ticked me off about stories like the one in her hand, then 
she was going to get an earful.
     "I mean, girls just don't fuck their brothers," I exclaimed.  
"Who ever heard of such a thing?"
     Momma opened her mouth to say something, but I had the bit 
in my teeth, (so to speak,) and wasn't about to stop.  "Even if 
you could buy THAT," I continued in disgust, "the author of this 
trash would have you believe that a 9-year-old little girl could 
actually enjoy having sex with," and here I quoted from the 
story, "her big brother who was hung well enough to put most men 
to shame, with over nine inches of solid prick-meat to shove up 
her tight little hole."  My voice dripped with sarcasm, as I 
repeated the last.
     "Well," said my mother placatingly, "some men are bigger 
than others, and some girls do start younger than you did."
     I looked daggers at my mother.  For a 23-year-old woman, 
Momma could be awfully dense.  "Yeah," I said, "a nine-year-old 
girl is supposed to actually LIKE having her snatch stuffed with 
a nine-inch-prick.  Give me a break!"  I knew what I was talking 
about too.  Even I, at 12 years old, could barely take Mike's big 
cock up inside me without splitting in two, and my boyfriend only 
has about a 7-and-a-half inch prick.  No way was some little kid 
going to be able to take THAT monster, let alone one two inches 
bigger.  Heck, I couldn't get all of Mike's prick inside me, even 
when I tried.


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     Momma shrugged, as if it wasn't all that surprising to her.
     "OK," I almost yelled, "suppose a 9-year-old kid DOES decide 
she likes fucking her big brother.  These jerks have to make it 
unbelievable."
     Momma twitched her eyebrows again, almost infuriating me.  
"What's so unbelievable?" she asked.
     "THIS!" I said; poking a finger at the page so hard I almost 
poked a hole through it.  "The guy is not only fucking his little 
sister with a prick big enough to choke a horse, and she is 
supposed to be liking it, but right HERE," I said, actually 
poking my finger THROUGH the paper at the offending paragraph 
that had annoyed me enough to start this, "he actually pushes the 
head of his prick right up inside the kid's WOMB, for God's sake, 
and squirts his sperm inside her so she gets pregnant.  And she's 
supposed to be ENJOYING this?"  I threw down the paper in 
disgust.
     "Well, some girls do," said my mother quietly.
     "Yeah, right," I said.  That my mother would even think this 
was possible, was annoying.  Here I had thought that Momma would 
know something about sex, having had three daughters by Daddy.  I 
mean, how ignorant about sex can you be, and still have children?
     "You expect me to believe that a girl could take a man's 
prick right up inside her womb, without tearing her inside, and 
then have him squirt his sperm in her womb?  SURE Momma, sure!  
And the Easter-Bunny will be over to visit us tomorrow, after 
Santa Claus leaves."
     "It's possible," Momma assured me, "If the man is big 
enough, and the girl is willing to try.  She has to be determined 
though."
     "Momma, I can't believe you're defending this trash," I 
said, waving the printout in her face.
     "Why shouldn't I?" she asked calmly, "After all, I wrote 
it."
     "You. . . Wrote. . . This. . . Story?" I said unbelievingly.
     "Uhuh.  And it's all true too.  So I'd appreciate it if you 
weren't so hard on my recollection of one of my most treasured 
memories of the first time your father and I had sex."
     "You.  Daddy," I spluttered.  No, it couldn't be.  Still, if 
that were true. . . I suddenly started adding two figures that 
had never bothered me before.  If Momma got pregnant by me when 
she was 9 years old, and had a baby when she was 10, like the 
girl in the story. . . My birthday was 4 months ago. . . Momma 
would have to be 22.  (Big sigh of relief.)  Momma was 23.
     Then I suddenly started adding again. . . Momma's birthday 
was just last month.  Oh shit.  "You're kidding, right?" I asked 
weakly.
     Momma shook her head.  She didn't look like she was joking 
either.
     "You mean that you and Daddy are. . ."  I couldn't say it.
     "Mark is my older brother, by 6 years," confirmed Momma.
     "You mean, you're not married?" I asked weakly.  If I was a 
bastard, I wanted to know.
     Not that it made a lot of difference.  Momma and Daddy had 
never stinted on their love before.  I knew they wouldn't stop 
now.


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     Momma grinned.  "Didn't you finish the story?" she asked.
     I hadn't.   I had been too disgusted to, after that one 
paragraph.  Hurriedly, I skipped ahead to the part where the 
incestuous couple got married.  Now THAT part was funny, how they 
rigged things so that others "made" them get married, as if they 
didn't want to.  Momma could write.
     Which brought up the original thing that had annoyed me.  
"You mean to tell me that Daddy actually put his. . ."
     "His penis," supplied Momma.
     "His penis right up inside your womb, and came in you like 
that?" I asked weakly.
     "Uhuh.  And I liked it too," responded Momma.
     I still couldn't believe it.  Oh I could buy the fact that 
my parents were really brother and sister, now that I thought 
about it.  It explained so many things.  Still, this was too 
much.  I thought about how Mike's prick had felt when he tried to 
put it all the way up inside me, and shivered.
     If I couldn't even take HIM, how could I believe Momma's 
story?  I told her this.
     "All it takes, is a guy long enough, and a girl willing to 
try," my mother assured me.
     All of a sudden, I thought of something.  "Momma!" I said, 
"The story said that the girl's brother had a. . . a prick over 9 
inches long!  Daddy's prick isn't even as long as Jerry's, and 
he's shorter than Mike!"
     Momma smiled.  "What makes you say that?" she asked.
     "Well Momma, I've SEEN him.  Even Jerry's prick hangs down 
to here."  At this point, I pointed to a spot just below my 
vagina. "And Mike's hangs down even more," I continued.
     Momma snickered.  "The size of a man's prick soft, has 
nothing to do with what it looks like when erect," she said.  
"Believe me, your father makes those two pip-squeaks look like 
pikers.  Do you remember how big I said my brother's prick was in 
the story?"
     I shivered.  The thought of an over-nine-inch prick going up 
inside me was scary.  Yet somewhat exciting too.  "Yes Momma," I 
said.
     "Well, your father was only 15 then.  He's a lot bigger 
now."
     Oh shit.  I tried to imagine a prick even bigger than the 9-
and-a-half inch monster that Momma said got her pregnant the 
first time.  No way.
     "Yeah, sure," I said.  I shivered at the very thought.

     After that, I picked up the sheaf of papers, and re-read the 
story thoroughly.  Momma seemed to understand, and left me alone.  
I finished reading that story, and several others as well.  
Still, I couldn't get the picture out of my mind, of a little 
nine-year-old girl with an enormous prick stretching her tight 
little hole, while her big brother squirted the child's womb full 
of incestuous baby-making sperm.  I thought of my little sister 
Julie, who was about that age, and shivered.  If I couldn't do 
it, no way could a little girl like her.  Still, Momma had 
insisted, and as far as I know, Momma had never lied to me.



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     The next time I was over at my boyfriend's house, I asked 
him to try pushing it in a little harder.  It HURT.  Still, the 
feeling of him spurting inside me, while his prick was poking 
into my uterus was enough to make me cum like I never had before.  
Since this was just over a week after my period, we were trying 
to get as much fun as possible, before quitting until I was 
"safe" again.
     Unlike my mother and her big brother, I didn't want Mike's 
baby.  At least, not yet anyway.  Now Daddy's. . . I shivered, 
and wondered what put THAT idea in my head.  I guess the idea of 
incest had been slowly growing on me, after learning that my 
parents had been doing it for years.

     It was a couple of days after that, that I approached my 
mother.  "Momma," I said, "I want to try it."
     "Try what dear?"  My mother was washing dishes, and not 
really into discussing sex.
     "Try doing what you did, where you took it all the way up 
inside you," I said.
     Momma stopped washing; wiped her hands on a towel; and 
turned to face me.  "Other than advice on how to do it, which I 
don't think you need," she observed, "just make sure you use lots 
of lubricant, like KY; why are you telling me this?  I should 
think that you and Mike would be capable of figuring things out 
yourselves."
     I was surprised.  I hadn't known mother even knew I was 
seeing Mike.  I thought SHE thought that my current boyfriend was 
still Jerry.  Heck, even Jerry thought so.  Still, he was about 
to get the gate, even if he did think I was his private property.  
My cousin Mike was twice the man Jerry was, and once he told 
Jerry to leave me alone, that would be that.
     At least in THIS state, cousins could still marry.  I 
giggled again, at my parent's ruse that got them a marriage-
license.  As far as anyone around here knew, THEY were first-
cousins too.
     "It's not that, Momma," I said.  If my mother was bright 
enough to know who I was screwing, I wasn't dumb enough to deny 
it.
     "Oh?" she asked, "Then what is it?"
     "Mike isn't big enough," I said with a blush.  I didn't 
bother to mention that Jerry was even smaller.  Six inches is a 
great size for an 11-year-old virgin, but not worth a damn when 
it "came" to squirting cum directly into your womb.
     "So what do you want ME to do?" she asked, "Set you up with 
somebody bigger?"
     I nodded.
     As I've hinted before, Momma's not dumb.  She got it right 
away.  "I see," she said.  "Well, if you expect me to set you up 
with your father, I'm going to want something out of it myself."
     "Huh?" I said.  Of all the possible responses, this wasn't 
one I had expected.  Anger, jealousy, calm acceptance, or even 
secret delight at her little girl getting fucked by the same cock 
that created her, were all possible scenarios that I was prepared 
to handle.  Instead, Momma just wanted something from me, in 
exchange?


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     "What's that?" I asked cautiously.  I knew better (being 12) 
than to just blindly accept ANY offer from either of my parents.  
Not that they would trick me.  No, it's just sometimes what 
seemed like a good bargain to them, didn't to me.
     "Your period was last week," observed Momma.
     Suddenly, I knew what My mother was going to say, even if I 
didn't believe it.  I was right.
     "If you're going to be fucking my brother," said Momma, 
pointing up her incestuous relationship with my father, "then I 
expect you to take the same chances with him that I did."
     "You mean?" I asked.  I knew what Momma meant.  I just had 
to hear her say it.
     "Uhuh," she replied.  "No condoms, no diaphragm, no birth-
control at all.  And you do it while you're fertile; like right 
now.  When your father squirts his seed inside your womb, I want 
to know there's a pretty good chance he's getting you pregnant 
when he does.  That's my price.  Take it or leave it."
     What a price!  Still, it was so erotically sexy I didn't 
really have a choice.  I wouldn't have even asked, if I wasn't 
already boiling with sexual heat at the thought of taking my own 
father's sperm inside my womb.  This just made it all the sexier.  
Pregnant by my own father!  And Momma not only wouldn't object, 
she was the one pushing for it!  It just goes to show, that you 
never really know your parents, no matter how long you live with 
them.  I nodded my head.
     "Good," said Momma, a hint of a smile crossing her face.  
"I've always dreamed about watching a grown man impregnate his 
own little girl.  I never thought I'd get to see it though."
     I was a little worried at this.  "Uh Momma?" I asked.
     "Yes Dear?"
     "Does this mean I have to keep fucking Daddy until I DO get 
pregnant?"  One time, to feel what it was like was one thing.  
Being a second wife to my own father was another.
     "No," assured Momma, "it's just that if you DO want to do it 
again later, the same rules apply.  No risk, no prick.  Unless 
you're already pregnant.  Got it?"
     "Yes Momma."  I got it.  Still, even if Daddy DID squirt his 
sperm right up inside my womb, there wasn't all that much chance 
of getting pregnant.  I felt it was worth the risk.  Especially 
if it would make Momma happy.  "What do I do now?" I asked.
     For the first time since we started our discussion, Momma 
giggled.  "Just go in the bedroom, and tell your father his 
little girl wants her father to get her pregnant.  You won't have 
to do anything else."
     I giggled too.  It WAS funny.  So funny in fact, that I did 
just that.
     I don't know if Daddy had been listening, was just horny 
that day, or what.  I do know that I found him lying naked on the 
bed, sporting the biggest erection that I had ever seen.
     Momma hadn't been exaggerating.  I don't know just how big 
Daddy's prick was that day.  Momma says it varies from just a bit 
over 10 inches, to slightly over 11, depending on how horny and 
how excited he gets.  I guess the idea of fucking his own 
daughter and getting her pregnant made him reach new heights.  
(Or lengths.)


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     "Daddy," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "your 
little girl wants her father to put his big cock up inside her, 
and get her pregnant."
     That was almost a mistake.  Daddy told me later that he 
almost wasted his load all over the sheets, when he heard me 
repeat what Momma had told me to say.  It certainly excited him.  
Still, he managed to restrain himself.
     "If you want it, then sit on it," he croaked.
     I looked at the monster spike rising from my father's loins.  
No way that thing was going to fit all the way up inside me!  On 
the other hand, there was no way I wasn't going to try either.  
If I didn't, I would never forgive myself.
     I was just starting to climb on the bed to follow Daddy's 
instructions, when I was interrupted.  "Kids!" said Momma 
disgustedly, "have no idea."
     "Here," she said, handing me a blue and white tube, "You'll 
need this."
     "This" was a tube of KY jelly.  I knew what it was, from the 
one time I had let Jerry try doing it in my asshole.  His 
insistence that we try again, was one of the many reasons I was 
dumping him for Mike.  If I let Mike fuck me in the ass, it would 
be because I wanted to be nice to him, not because he bugged me 
into doing it.  Jerry only thinks of himself.
     Still, this monster prick would feel a lot bigger going into 
my cunny than Jerry's puny member had felt in my backside.  Momma 
had a point.  I squirted a large dollop of clear goop on my hand, 
and started working it onto Daddy's prick, until Momma stopped 
me.
     "If you keep that up," she observed, "you're going to jack 
him off with your hands, instead of your cunt."  Momma was bold 
and blunt with her advice.
     I took one last big blob of KY, and pushed it up inside me.  
That would have to do.
     Nervously, I approached my father.  I was more and more 
scared, the closer my cunny got to his cock.  Still, I didn't 
stop.  It was only when I was kneeling astride my father's hips, 
about to perform the most obscene act of all, a daughter fucking 
her own father, that I fully appreciated just how big Daddy was.  
It wouldn't fit!
     I mean, it was just too long!  I couldn't bend Daddy's prick 
down far enough to fit it inside me.  With Jerry, or even Mike, 
there had never been a problem like this.  I was NOT amused by my 
mother's snicker as she noticed my problem.  I WAS going to show 
her that I could fuck Daddy just like she could. . . I hoped.
     Straining, I lifted up until my father's prick was resting 
against my spread cunny lips, and fit the head inside me.  Oh 
GOD!  Daddy was not only LONGER than either Jerry or Mike, he was 
fatter too!  It was only the fact that he was so long, that made 
him seem to be slim.  Oh shit!
     Still, the lubricant (not to mention the pre-cum that was 
dribbling out of Daddy's prick,) made Daddy's cock slide inside 
me with only a slight hesitation.  Oh my God, was I stuffed!  
Four, five, then six inches of paternal prick slid inside me, 
until I had more of Daddy's prick in me than even Mike had ever 
managed to get.


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     I felt Daddy's prick actually pushing into my uterus, just 
like Momma said it would, and Mike had done the previous night.  
Momma was right.
     I looked down, and was shocked to see that close to four 
more inches of cock still remained outside me.  I wondered just 
what I had gotten myself into?  Oh shit.  Still, I pressed down.
     "Ah," I panted.  I could feel myself spreading inside.  It 
hurt.  But not like Mike had the night before.  This was a dull 
achy sort of hurt.
     "AAaahh," I gasped even louder, as I pressed down.
     "Slowly, at first," advised Momma.  I guess if anyone knew, 
she did.  So, I did it slowly.  Bit by bit, I worked myself 
downward.  1/4 inch.  1/2 inch.  3/4.  Three inches of my 
father's prick still remained outside me, when I felt either 
Daddy's prick shrink a little, or my uterus expand slightly, so 
that the tip of Daddy's cock poked inside.  If it had been Mike, 
I'm sure the whole head would have been inside my womb by now, 
but Daddy was a lot fatter.
     Momma had climbed up on the bed behind me, by this time, 
telling me to, "Relax Honey.  Let your father in.  Easy; a piece 
at a time."  All the while she kept massaging my back and 
shoulders trying to relax me.  It worked.
     All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my gut, and knew that 
the head of my father's penis was inside my womb.  I had done it!  
Now to get Daddy to cum in me, just as quick as I could, so I 
could say I had done it at least once.  Once like this would be 
definitely enough.
     I don't know How Momma had taken it all those years when she 
was just nine or ten years old.  I'm sure Daddy's cock must have 
seemed almost as big to her back then, as it did to me right now.
     "Oh God, oh God," Moaned Daddy, bringing me back to the 
present.
     "Now!" said Momma in my ear, "He's going to cum."  With 
this, Momma shifted her grip on my shoulders from massaging to 
pushing down hard!
     At the same time, Daddy pushed up from below.  There was a 
sickening stretching sensation, as the last two inches of my 
father's prick slid into my body.
     I screamed!  It felt like I was being split wide open.  Not 
even when Jerry took my virginity, had I hurt this bad.
     "Easy, easy," Momma panted in my ear, "You've got it all now 
Honey."
     I did.  Looking down, I could see my cunny-lips splayed 
around the base of my father's prick, while up inside me was a 
throbbing something that felt like a part of me that had been 
missing all my life.  For some reason, the pain had temporarily 
vanished, as my father shuddered and shook underneath me.
     I knew Daddy was doing his best right then, to plant a baby 
inside my womb.  No, I didn't feel his cum inside me.  I don't 
think you can.  I did feel each jerk he gave, as he tried to 
force even more of his gigantic prick into my womb, and each time 
he squirted another jet of incestuous sperm inside me to join 
that already seeking my fertility.




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     I was too sore to help him; I just sat there as Daddy 
squirted jet after jet of thick cum into the deepest part of my 
womb.  GOD what a kick to be able to do this for your own father!
     It was only when Daddy started to slow down, that my own 
orgasm overtook me by surprise.  I hadn't really expected to get 
off when Daddy came inside me.  The pain was too great.  Even 
before I started, I hadn't really expected to cum.  I just wanted 
to see if I COULD do it; not if I could enjoy it.  I never EVER 
had an orgasm like that one.
     Daddy was almost finished cumming, when I felt my vagina and 
womb go into spasms around him.  It was like I was impaled on a 
post, as my body squeezed and milked on my father's unbelievably 
huge prick, trying to milk every last drop of his precious seed 
into my womb where it belonged.
     Well, orgasms like that don't last very long.  They can't, 
or you'd be dead.  Still, it was an unbelievable experience that 
I wouldn't give up for the world.  I never planned on repeating 
it, but I wouldn't have missed it either.
     When I finally climbed off my father, it felt as though my 
guts were being pulled out with his prick.  First, the shrunken 
head popped out of my uterus, bringing an "ouch" from me as I was 
still quite sore inside.  Then the extraction of his enormous 
member felt as though I was being turned inside out.
     I watched with amazement, as Daddy's cock shrank and shrank 
and shrank, until there was only a nubbin left.
     Momma looked at where I was staring in amazement at the two-
inch long prick that was all that Daddy had left.
     "See," she said with satisfaction, "I told you so.  BOY, you 
must have REALLY drained your father.  I haven't seen George so 
small after fucking, since the last time he knocked ME up."
     Oh shit.  This reminded me of all the incestuous sperm I had 
inside me.  I knew it wouldn't do any good to douche, as Daddy's 
sperm was already in my womb.  Oh well, If I got pregnant, I got 
pregnant.  At least I didn't have to worry about the father up 
and deserting me.  I also didn't have to worry about my mother 
being annoyed at me giving her another baby to raise,  After all, 
SHE was the one who insisted that I not use birth-control.

     Two days later, I still couldn't believe I had done that.
     It was a week before I felt able to fuck Mike again, and 
almost a month before I tried getting HIM into my womb.  It was 
no use.  Even after having been previously opened up by Daddy, 
Mike just isn't long enough.  I Love him, but somehow it's not 
quite enough.
     My period came around on time; so at least I didn't have 
that worry.  On the other hand, Momma has been looking at me like 
the cat who has the key to the canary's cage.  I think she knows 
what I'm feeling.  Damn!  Why does Momma always have to be right?
     I don't know WHAT I'm going to do next week, when I'm 
fertile again.  I don't REALLY want to do that again, do I?
     Even if I do, do I want to take yet another chance on 
getting knocked-up?
     At least I know that Momma wasn't lying when she wrote that 
story.  Of course, anyone reading THIS one, will probably have 
the same reaction:  "That's Horseshit!"


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