Love Family Rules

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This is a story about my mother, my wife, my two sisters, my daughter, and me.

But what makes it unique is that despite all these names, there are only three people in the story.

My mother was born in the mountains of Tennessee. In that dirty, impoverished basin, incest was common.

To be a virgin meant escaping the clutches of her own brother.

My mother never thought of escaping her father's clutches. She was overjoyed when he suddenly took her virginity. Their relationship lasted until ten years later when he suddenly died in a mining accident.

I was nine years old when my father died. I always knew that my mother was both my mother and my sister.

I never felt anything was wrong with it. That's basically how children in our area refer to their relatives in various ways.

When I was a teenager, we moved to a city in the north.

I started to be interested in women, but the girl I knew who attracted me the most was my mother. I began to see her with a completely new perspective. We were often naked together, but I never felt ashamed.

My mother's breasts, by today's standards, were a little small, but very well-proportioned and perky. Her nipples were scarlet, tiny like erasers on a pencil, visible when she turned around. My mother's vulva was always covered by a tuft of red pubic hair.

I always slept in the same bed as my mother, which was naturally too late for my age. If I had nightmares or felt lonely, my mother would let me suckle her nipples, but it was just maternal love, not lust.

As I grew older, things began to change. When I started having nocturnal emissions, my mother would always smile and explain to me, allaying my concerns. I began to feel a great interest in my mother's body, often pretending to be in pain so she would let me suckle her nipples. My mother also noticed that whenever I slept with her, I would get an erection. She told me to wait until I was older, and then she would teach me about sex.

When I was 19, my mother began to teach me. First, she let me look closely at her breasts and touch them. I learned how to caress, lick, and kiss them. When I aroused her desire, she let me suckle her breasts; then she let me masturbate while she watched.

Soon, she began to teach me about her genitals. She would sit in front of me, spread her legs, and part her labia so I could examine them closely. My mother taught me where to lick, how to lick, and how to use my fingers to make her feel good. While I did as she taught me, my mother would always play with my penis with her hands.

We often did it together. My mother taught me how to do 69, which made me feel like I was in heaven.

Finally, I began to learn how to make love.

My mother never intended to control her reproduction. My mother's principle was: if you think it's wrong to have a baby with your lover, then you shouldn't have sex with him (or her). Therefore, since the first time I penetrated my mother's vagina, I have never used a condom.

Some might say we lack a sense of responsibility, but we have a different perspective. My mother taught me to be responsible for myself and to see sex as a part of love. That was:

"If you don't love someone, don't have sex with them."

A year after we started having sex, Mom was overjoyed that she was pregnant. I was proud of her too. I gently patted my mom/sister's belly, hoping she would grow up quickly. I was so happy when Laura was born, and I happily described my relationship with her:

she was my daughter, my sister, and my niece. I even planned to give her a new title someday:

my wife.

I guess no daughter has ever stolen her father's heart like Laura did. She was so beautiful and lovely, even when she was just a little kid.

Of course, times have changed, and I knew I could never have Laura the way my father had my mom. I tried to maintain a sexless "father/daughter" relationship. But she would eventually bring that between us. When

Laura turned 18, Mom and I explained our kinship to her and told her we weren't ashamed of it. We were only keeping quiet about it because of the law.

A few days later, Laura asked me to teach her "love," just like Mom taught me.

Eighteen-year-old Laura was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen; I even felt she was created for me alone. I told her I loved her and asked her to marry me. I told her I had arranged a new household registration for her through acquaintances, and that no outsider would know the truth, provided she wished.

Laura immediately accepted my proposal.

We married quickly, with my mother as the witness. My mother then refused to go on our honeymoon and moved back to Tennessee so we could have a "normal" marriage.

On our wedding night, I kissed Laura deeply in response to her passionate kiss.

"Daddy, how much I've loved you since I was a little girl! You can have me anytime!"

I slowly and carefully removed her clothes, avoiding seeing her naked body all at once. I wanted to control my impulses so I could enjoy the pleasure of admiring her alluring body on this incredibly beautiful night.

I took off her shirt and admired her beautiful breasts. She was still a young girl, only an A-cup, but with a perfect shape and deep red nipples. I licked her nipple, then suckled on it. I almost sucked her entire left breast into my mouth.

I gently bit down on it with my teeth and pulled it back. Her nipple was already hard, pulled up almost an inch, and the same was true for her right nipple.

Now, her skirt and panties were on the floor. Her pubic hair had been shaved, and the slit was as soft and smooth as a baby's. Her words almost made me lose control:

"Okay, Daddy! I want you to know: what a precious thing you missed by not raping me when I was a child! Now, Daddy! Take her!"

I wanted to kiss her vulva, but my daughter wouldn't let me. She wanted me to enter her body quickly, without any foreplay.

I ripped off my clothes and pressed my hard penis against her labia. Laura lifted her buttocks and desperately tried to receive me. I quickly thrust downwards, clearly feeling her hymen being pierced, and we were finally united.

I began to slowly thrust in and out, not wanting to cause her any more pain. She didn't cry out in pain, and soon her buttocks began to move rhythmically up and down. I felt her vagina begin to throb again and again, gripping my penis tightly.

"I love you... Laura! Daddy loves you so much... your vagina... is so tight... so hot...

so good! Baby!... Daddy... can't take it anymore! I'm about to... cum..."

"...Yes! Daddy... fuck me! Come in... cum, Daddy... cum into your baby's vagina...

come, inside your baby daughter's body... cum your semen into your daughter's... vagina, quick! Your baby wants to give you a baby!..."

I could no longer control myself, and like a cannon, I ejaculated into my daughter's womb. As I dazedly pulled my limp penis out of her vagina, Laura propped her buttocks up with a pillow.

“Do you know what this means, Laura? Do you really want a baby?” I asked.

“I’m your wife. I want my husband’s child, and we’re planning to have a big family! You and your mother had me, and she and her father had you. I think that’s how our family continues. Our mother told me she told you the same thing: ‘If you don’t want your lover to have your child, then you shouldn’t be her lover.’ I don’t want us to lose the sexual pleasure we’ve just experienced so soon. But we’re ready for our love and our pleasure to have a beautiful outcome.” “

I loved her more than ever before, and I was ready to teach her all the sex techniques her mother had taught me.

The next night, she asked me to lick her lovely little pussy.

Oh! How fresh my baby's pussy was, overflowing with such delicious juices. I was ready to fuck her hard.

However, to my surprise, she wouldn't let me fuck her mouth or anus. She said she would choose a better time to do these pleasurable things.

One day, five months after our marriage, Laura came home from the street. As soon as she entered, she knelt in front of the chair I was sitting on, took out my penis, and started licking it. When my penis got hard, she started moving her head up and down. She went faster and faster until I had to warn her that I was about to ejaculate. But she ignored me and kept giving me oral sex. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and streams of hot fluid shot into her mouth, which Laura swallowed whole.

This was the first time I had been inside Laura's mouth. I asked her in surprise why.

“I went to the doctor. He gave me the best news: I'm pregnant, Daddy!! I'm going to have your child!” "To celebrate this good news, Daddy, come on, insert your daughter's virgin asshole..."

From then on, it became a tradition: whenever Laura was pregnant, she would only let me ejaculate in her mouth or insert it into her beautiful little asshole.

Now we have eight children: two sons and six daughters.

Laura is convinced that our children should understand that we should enjoy the love of the whole family and know our family's understanding of love.

She carefully controls that only those who want children can enjoy the pleasure of sex.

Laura is pregnant for the ninth time, but I am not the father of the child; it's my eldest son who conceived with her.

This will be his third child. The first two were with his sisters.

My second son married my eldest daughter last year when she was pregnant with his second child. She also has a handsome and strong eldest son and brother. Of course, that was my and her creation.

I and my three eldest daughters... I have children, and my fourth daughter is pregnant, just like her older sister.

I recently lost my two youngest daughters to virginity, but haven't gotten them pregnant yet—though we both look forward to it…

I plan to have more daughters/granddaughters/great-granddaughters, and wait until they're old enough… if I live to be 18.

However, changing societal attitudes are altering the age rules in our family life.

My youngest daughter complains that waiting until 18 to have sex has saved her at least three pregnancies, otherwise she could have easily gotten her son old enough to penetrate her.

I feel sorry for families that lack familial love, or those that have familial love but avoid pregnancy.

They lack that powerful, tender emotional connection:

making love with your children and raising a child with them.

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