This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com From: Family Letters, Sept. '95, pg. 80 There is nothing better in this world than the feeling you get from knocking up your mother. Unless of course it's knocking up your daughter. I got a girl pregnant when I was still in high school. We got married and five months later we had a little girl. But, a year later she split, leaving our daughter with me. Well together we had barely been making it; without a second income things started to fall apart. Dad had died the year before I got married so my mom offered to let us stay with her until things got better. I had no other options so I accepted. It worked out pretty well at first. She would watch the kid while I worked and tried to go to night school to get my diploma. One night after class I came home to find my mother sitting on the couch watching TV wearing in a very flimsy robe. I tried not to notice my mother's big tits or her tight ass, not to mention her long red hair. She gave me a kiss on the cheek when I sat down next to her. I knew it was wrong but my cock got hard anyway. The movie she was watching was one of those old tear-jerkers and she grabbed hold of my arm during the love scenes. Now to this day I do not know who started it, but before, I knew it we were making out. My hands slid into her robe to fondle her big tits and she reached for my groin. We were both too hot to stop by then so when I climbed up between her thighs and pushed my cock into her wet hole she did not say a word in protest. She just moaned as I sank my member to the hilt in her warm pussy. Our first fuck did not last long as we both were in sore need. I came in about five strokes, my sperm shooting up her tight hole. She came a few seconds after. After we calmed down she suggested we go up to her room and do it again. I was game and so that's what we did. I never gave her getting pregnant much thought and I guess neither did she, although I have my doubts. A couple of months later she told me that she was pregnant, and you know, I was really glad. There is something just so naughty about knocking up your own mother. After that, I as obsessed with keeping her pregnant and she liked the idea as well. We have lived as husband and wife from that time on and she is still having my children. Right now she is carrying our eleventh child and I hope that there will be at least a few more, although it will be okay if this is her last. I'll still try to get her pregnant anyway. Now my daughter by my first wife grew up seeing her grandmother pregnant all the time. When she was old enough to understand and to keep her mouth shut we told her about our special relationship, as we have with the other girls. After that she began flirting with me, showing off her young body every chance she got. Well, my mother didn't hold with that and told the young girl to stop flirting with her father. That's when she told her that she wanted to get pregnant and If I didn't do it she would find some boy to give her a baby. My mother told her fine, that she could sleep with me that night. I thought my mother was crazy, but she said what the hell was the difference. I had been getting her pregnant for years and besides it was better that it was mine rather than some young punk's. That night my little girl came to me and I fucked her for the first time. She was eager to please me and a little clumsy and her youthful body was very sexy. After eating her to several orgasms, I finally climbed up onto her narrow frame and pushed my penis into her untried hole. She was tight and although I tried to go slow there was some discomfort for her. Our first fuck only lasted a short while because she was so tight, but I have always been fast to recover so I was able to fuck her several more times that night. She got pregnant almost immediately and delivered me a beautiful young boy. My first son. Since then I have given her several more children and she plans on having more than her grandmother. Plus, some of the other girls want kids by me too and their mother thinks it's a good idea. By the way, we can afford these children because my father was rich.