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   From: mccoyf@millcomm.com   
      
                         Mom was a pervert   
                          An Erotic Story   
      
        Thinking about it: Mom must have been a world-record   
   type pervert.  I mean, how many women do *you* know who   
   encourage their husband and daughter to have sex together,   
   and then stand there watching proudly as her man dumps his   
   virile seed in their little girl's womb?  Then imagine a   
   woman perverted enough to do this from the time the girl   
   is/was barely old enough to walk until her middle thirties   
   like I am now.   
        Actually, I don't really remember the first time Dad   
   and I had sex ... especially if view oral sex as being "real   
   sex", unlike President Clinton.  I was probably four years   
   old, three, or possibly even two the first time I wandered   
   into the bathroom, found Dad sitting on the can with a big   
   hard-on, and just naturally took my father's cum-swollen   
   prick in my mouth and sucked him off; swallowing every drop   
   that I could as if it was some kind of incredibly tasty   
   treat for little girls.  Well, to some extent I *think* so   
   anyway.  From what I've picked up from Mom and Dad, it was   
   likely about that time anyway.  As far as I can tell,   
   neither Mom nor Dad ever actually *seduced* me.  It was more   
   like I grew up watching Mom give Dad blow-jobs and having   
   full vaginal sexual intercourse; so it seemed most natural   
   for me to volunteer to do the same thing whenever I found my   
   father with a stiff prick and Mom not there taking care of   
   it like I figured Dad needed.   
        Yeah, right.  Mom says she kept me in a crib alongside   
   the bed until at about two or three I learned how to crawl   
   out and over the top ... and then just naturally slid in bed   
   with my parents.  This was all in the same room, when there   
   was more space, before they got the king-sized bed after   
   moving the crib out.  Since it was almost impossible to keep   
   me *out* of their bed without locking me in a separate room,   
   I somehow managed to spend the time between being a baby in   
   a crib and when I went off to college sleeping in the same   
   bed with my parents ... and Mom never objected even once.   
   In fact, she acted *proud* of me.  Yes, I *told* you she was   
   a pervert.   
        Many's the night I'd watch Mom giving Dad head, or him   
   on top of her, prick buried to the hilt in my mother's body,   
   while he jerked and spasmed my mother's womb with hot sticky   
   squirts of thick white baby-goo.  Mom never bothered to   
   clean up afterwards; simply lying there with Dad's baby-   
   cream leaking from her hairy twat in quite a good lesson in   
   sex for a little girl like me.   
        Since Mom always swallowed Dad's cum when he ejaculated   
   in her mouth, it just seemed natural to me to do the same   
   thing I guess, the first time I went into the bathroom that   
   day, found Dad with his big "thing" poking out, and started   
   sucking my dad off like the "good little girl" that I was;   
   slurping and licking it just like I'd watched Mom do so many   
   times before.  I didn't even think about this being sex or   
   even sexual in nature; it was just something I felt I should   
   do, and felt right about doing.   
        Just about the time Dad started groaning, jerking, and   
   squirting thick sticky gobs of white stuff in my mouth, down   
   my throat, up my sinuses, and out my nostrils, Mom happened   
   by from the kitchen and watched her little girl giving her   
   husband quite a blow-job.  She smiled proudly at the two of   
   us, waited until Dad finished dumping his load in me, shook   
   her head at her little girl taking care of her daddy like   
   that, gave me and Dad a big grin, and then went back to her   
   work; while Dad himself helped me clean up and get over the   
   horrible sneezes I had from his baby-goo backing up my   
   tonsils.   
        After that I was a bit more careful when sucking Dad   
   off; being alert to the moment when Dad was about to cum;   
   and closing off both windpipe and sinus by trying to   
   actually *swallow* every drop, instead of accidentally   
   *breathing* the sticky stuff.  Often I'd wake up in the   
   night, find Dad's prick poking me in the rear or even in the   
   cunny; and turn over to suck him off so we could both sleep   
   properly.  Sometimes he would actually be asleep; and wake   
   up to his little girl giving head; but usually he was well   
   aware of the situation; even sliding his precum-dripping   
   head in and out between my legs to warn me he'd make a mess   
   of my cunny (and the bed too) if I or Mom didn't help out   
   pretty quickly.  So, I'd turn over, squinch down, and suck   
   Dad off like the good little girl I was.   
        Mom would usually wake up (if she wasn't already) from   
   the bed jiggling; and then watch carefully until Dad thrust   
   hard in my mouth and ejaculated his seed right down my   
   throat if we did it right.  Sometimes though I'd just purse   
   my lips around the swollen glans and have Dad squirt his   
   baby-cream right in my mouth so I could taste it before   
   swallowing heavily as I took every drop down in my tummy   
   where it belonged.  Mom would always watch until we   
   finished; as if to be sure that Dad *did* dump every sticky   
   drop in her little girl before turning over and going back   
   to sleep.   
        Since Mom never objected, and rarely even said a word   
   during these episodes; usually just smiling proudly at her   
   oversexed husband and precocious little girl having oral   
   sex; I guess I grew up thinking and even knowing that such   
   things like sucking your father off and eventually even   
   having full sexual intercourse with your own dad when you   
   got big enough, were just things a little girl was expected   
   to do; or at least wouldn't get in trouble for doing.  For   
   sure Dad seemed to like it well enough.  It certainly never   
   seemed *wrong* to me, even later on when in school they had   
   all those silly lessons about "good touch" and "bad touch"   
   and how wrong it was for you to let a man touch you in your   
   privates.  Actually, far from feeling bad or wrong, it felt   
   .. well, *natural* to suck off Dad; and eventually to have   
   him suck my own horny little twat as well.  After all, Dad   
   wasn't just a "man" to me ... he was my *father*.  Besides,   
   Dad wasn't molesting *me*; I was sucking *him* off ... and   
   yes, later having full vaginal sexual intercourse with him.   
   So what?  Big fucking deal ... Right?   
        As I said, neither Mom nor Dad seemed to see the   
   slightest thing wrong with me sucking my father off, often   
   two or three times a day ... So why should I?   
        I'd often come into the living-room where my parents   
   were watching TV, see Dad sporting an erection, and if Mom   
   didn't show signs of helping Dad out, I'd usually wander   
   over and do the job for her.  Oh, every once in a while Mom   
   would actually *hint* that maybe I could help Dad out by   
   sucking him off ... But never in so many words.  I think,   
   "Sherry?  Could you take care of your father while I'm busy   
   in the kitchen?" was about the closest she ever got to   
   actually asking me to blow my father during those years ...   
   But the same question got to have more meaning a few years   
   later.   
        Usually, even if Mom *was* busy in the kitchen while I   
   sucked Dad off, she'd peek around the corner and then often   
      
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