Family Incest Rules

Family Incest Rules
This is a story about my mother, my wife, my two sisters, my daughter, and me. But what makes it different 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. Being a virgin meant escaping the clutches of her own brother.

My mother never thought about escaping her father's clutches. She was overjoyed when he suddenly took her virginity. Their relationship lasted until ten years later when my father 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 started to see her in a completely new light. We were often naked together, but I never felt ashamed of it. My mother's breasts, by today's standards, were a little small, but very well-proportioned and perky. Her nipples were scarlet, and when she turned around, you could see those tiny nipples, like erasers on a pencil. My mother's vulva was always covered by a tuft of red pubic hair.

I always slept in the same bed as my mother. Naturally, it was long past the age for me. If I had nightmares or felt lonely, my mother would let me suckle her nipples, but this was just maternal love, not an expression of 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 that my mother would let me suckle her nipples. My mother also noticed that whenever I slept with her, my penis would become erect. She told me to wait until I was a little 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's/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 girl.

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 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 long, 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 hips began to move rhythmically up and down. I felt her vagina begin to throb again and again, tightly gripping my penis.

"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 uterus. As I dazedly pulled my limp penis out of her vagina, Laura propped her hips up with a pillow.

"Do you know what this means? Laura, do you want a baby like this?" I asked.

“I am your wife. I want to have my husband’s children and plan to have a big family! You and your mother gave birth to me, and she and her father gave birth to you. I think this is how our family continues. Our mother told me she told you the same thing: ‘If you don’t want your lover to have your children, then don’t be her lover.’ I don’t want us to lose the sexual pleasure we’ve just experienced so soon. But we are ready to make our love and our pleasure have a beautiful ending.”

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. She knelt down 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 I was about to ejaculate. 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'd ever been inside Laura's mouth. I asked her, surprised, 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 it into your daughter's virgin anus..."

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

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

Laura is convinced that our children should understand that we should receive all love and know our family's understanding of love. She carefully controls the process, ensuring that only those who want children can enjoy sex.

Laura is pregnant for the ninth time, but I'm not the father; 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 while she was pregnant with his second child. She also has a handsome, strong older son and brother. Of course, that was my and hers.

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

I recently lost the virginity of my two youngest daughters, but haven't gotten them pregnant yet—though we're all looking forward to it…

I plan to have more daughters, granddaughters, and 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 she's 18 to have sex has saved her at least three pregnancies, otherwise she could have gotten her son to the age to penetrate her much earlier.

I feel sorry for families that lack love, or those that have love but avoid pregnancy. They lack the powerful, tender emotional connection of

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

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 this was simply 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's/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 girl.

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 my mother 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 undressed her, 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 little girl, only an A-cup, but with a perfect shape and deep red nipples. I licked those nipples, then sucked on them. 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 long, 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 it!"

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

"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 uterus. As I dazedly pulled my limp penis out of her vagina, Laura propped her hips up with a pillow.

"Do you know what this means? Laura, do you want a baby like this?" I asked.

“I am your wife. I want to have my husband’s children and plan to have a big family! You and your mother gave birth to me, and she and her father gave birth to you. I think this is how our family continues. Our mother told me she told you the same thing: ‘If you don’t want your lover to have your children, then don’t be her lover.’ I don’t want us to lose the sexual pleasure we’ve just experienced so soon. But we are ready to make our love and our pleasure have a beautiful ending.”

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. She knelt down 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 I was about to ejaculate. 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'd ever been inside Laura's mouth. I asked her, surprised, 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 it into your daughter's virgin anus..."

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

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

Laura is convinced that our children should understand that we should receive all love and know our family's understanding of love. She carefully controls the process, ensuring that only those who want children can enjoy sex.

Laura is pregnant for the ninth time, but I'm not the father; it's my eldest son who conceived with her. This will be his third child. The first two were his children with his sisters.

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

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

I recently lost my virginity to my two youngest daughters, but haven't gotten them pregnant yet—though we're all looking 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 she's 18 to have sex has saved her at least three pregnancies, otherwise she could have gotten her son to the age to penetrate her much earlier.

I feel sorry for families that lack familial love, or those that have familial love but avoid pregnancy. They lack a powerful and tender emotional connection:

making love with your child and having a child with them.

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