I was 10 when my father popped my cherry, and 12 when he got me pregnant. That was what got him thrown in prison. My son/brother was given to my oldest brother, who was already married, to raise. He moved out of state, and I only got to see my son "Jimmy" on holidays, and even then he thought I was his aunt.

One Easter when he was 10 "Jimmy" was trying to look down my top and up my skirt. I flirted with him, we felt each other up, and we exchanged addys. After he went home, we began a cyber-realationship that quickly became heavily sexualized, inclusing nude pics and phone-sex late at night. So next July 4th when the families got together again, we found excuses to be alone and we got hot and heavy and I took his virginity in his family's RV. When that vacation was over, we were very reluctant to part again. I know he was my son and brother and thought I was his aunt, but I literally ached for him.

Two weeks later I got a phone call - "Jimmy" had run away from home. I drove a hundred-plus miles to the bus station where he had ended up and took him home.I discovered I really had no self-control that night, as I was sucking his cock in my car in the parking lot of the bus station and I let him finger me and get me off in the booth of the IHOP where we got breakfast.

"Jimmy" stayed at my place a week before I called his parents. In that time he used my body every way possible, more than our father ever did. It was glorious. when he went back to my brother's home, we were both heartbroken that it was over.

Our cyber-sexing and torrid stolen moments during vacations continued. Thanksgiving (a 3-day visit) and Christmas a whole week) were the best times, as we could get the most time together. Our relationship became more romantic, too, as well as sexual. Some of my family noticed and joked about it, but only the ones who didn't know who "Jimmy's" real father was.

I got pregnant the second Valentine's Day of our relationship - silly of me to visit on Valentine's Day, but I craved him so much. And when I told the family that it was "Some Guy" who knocked me up, my brother and mother figured it out almost immediately. There was yelling, there were tears - and there was "Jimmy" all ready to tear his adoptive father a new one and calling me "his woman", he was so noble and cute. In the end, it was decided that it would be better if "Jimmy" went home with me, as he was becoming a discipline problem.

I didn't find him a discipline problem, in fact he was the sweetest fellow in the world. He helped around the house, he did his schoolwork, and of course he fucked me blind. Our first son was born that November, and the twins were born next December. And for all their official disapproval, my brother and my mother certainly doted on those grandkids.

Although my brother was so disapproving of me giving birth to my own grandkids and he absolutely hated our father, when his bitch of a wife left him he had no reluctance in letting me comfort him with my mouth and ass. In fact his dick seemed to love the idea. A dozen years later had an affair with my daughter, who as also his niece and grandniece and by adoption his own granddaughter - fucking hypocrite. I guess in his mind family fucking is alright after some arbitrary age.

After he got out of school and we moved I was able to fake "Jimmy" being my live-in boyfriend. we had a number of kids then, and my oldest "James" was sniffing around girls. It was "Jimmy's" idea I "train him up", and "Jimmy's" idea I take fertility drugs and time my lessons with him. So I ended up being a great-grandmother before I was 35.

"Jimmy" had us get a place out in the country, where we and all the kids could relax. It was also his idea to home-school all the kids. It's great. Some days it's just me and "Jimmy" as romantic as we were when we were younger, other days all the boys get their urges and I can't even get dressed until after sunset. We not only have our own kids and grandkids, some of the kids have their own husbands and wives (not legally married but the same thing).

The only bad thing is the police constantly snooping, and some of the neighbors calling us a "cult". which is ridiculous. It's not our fault that things worked out the way they did. And if we were, I've fulfilled the commandment to "be fruitful and multiply" and we'd be no more sinful than Noah's family or Adam and Eve or Lot and his daughters. And we're not even all related! Little Cissi has a black common-law husband who lives with us, and two of my younger kids have married Mexican girls! So we're not at all like that Australian bunch.