Tiny Tim

“What if Mommy told you that she couldn’t afford her own birth control pills, after we lost our health insurance?” she panted, and started pushing her hips up to meet my every thrust. “What if Mommy told you that, if you filled her up with your cum now, she could get pregnant for real?”

My eyes widened as I imagined my mother walking around the house with a big belly.

“Would you like to claim your Mommy’s womb like you claimed your sister’s? Give yourself a real little sister, Baby? We can feed her, clothe her, raise her together. And when she’s old enough...” she dropped her voice to a conspiratory whisper. “ ... we can teach our little baby girl how to take her Daddy’s fat cock!”

I instantaneously exploded inside her with a roar!

“YES! YES BABY! FILL MOMMY WITH YOUR SEED! COME FOR MOMMYYYYY!” she screamed in bliss, as her legs wrapped themselves around me to hold me inside her.

That was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I had in my entire life. It felt like my insides were being pulled out of my stomach. I literally saw stars. I couldn’t breathe for half a minute. It was fucking fantastic!

After feeling my cock pumping inside her at least a dozen times, I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in her ample breasts. As her legs lost their grip on me, her arms wrapped themselves around my head to hold my face to her breast. My mouth found one of her nipples and I started gently suckling on it, while she caressed the short hairs in the back of my neck.

We lay like that for what felt like an eternity, until we heard Ava’s voice.

“That was so fucking hot!” She said, causing Mom and me to start laughing as we didn’t even know she was awake again. “If that’s how it looked when he fucked me senseless the last time he used one of those damn pills, I know why I was sore for days afterwards.”

She waited for Mom and me to stop laughing, before piping up again.

“So ... Can we do this again?”

- EPILOGUE -

It’s been five years since I moved back into the house, and I still live here with Mom. Well, actually, I now live here with Mom, Ava and Mia.

As it turned out, Mia did manage to make it home for every holiday, birthday, and even most special occasions like our anniversaries. I never asked her if she made use of the hall pass I gave her that day, but, after her freshman year, she told me to forget about that crap because “hookups without feelings just don’t do it for me, and I’m not going to let you go”.

Mia has of course learned what is really going on in my family. Ava had all those elaborate plans to ease Mia into it, though they all flew out the window when Mia unceremoniously walked in on us. She had heard Ava’s voice through the bedroom door, thought she was with me, and wanted to join in. She didn’t expect that Ava was with me and Mom, but took it surprisingly well. Apparently, after she had already accepted that her BFF since childhood had feelings for her own brother, there wasn’t much need for mental gymnastics to also apply that logic to other family members.

It did, however, get her thinking. Something she didn’t share with anyone at first, though Ava and I noticed how she started subtly teasing Jack. When she realized that he did indeed react to her physically, she came to talk about it with us.

In light of her mother’s ... openness ... with her daughter, I did feel the need to discourage her from trying anything similar with her father. I can accept that he likes to be dominated in bed by his wife, but I assured her that it could do a lot of damage to a guy when his children find out about it and can no longer see him as an authority figure or lose their respect for him. She accepted that. She now has a lot of fun tormenting her brother with ‘accidental’ run-ins after showers and wardrobe malfunctions. Apparently, she’s not really opposed to the idea of him one day succumbing to her temptations. I think we have a very happy future ahead of us.

Mia’s earliest prediction came true, though. By the time she finished her degree at Northwestern, I had settled into a (mostly) regular 9-to-5 in Bill’s firm. After finishing with my last IT certification, Bill decided that it was time to hire someone else for the regular IT-maintenance. He now uses my expertise to venture into ‘Cyber Forensics’ instead. Though I absolutely fucking abhor that job title. If you hear someone use the C-word, chances are they’re either a sales rep, PR person, or a politician with an agenda, but probably not someone who actually knows what they’re doing.

I also still give self defense classes at my old high school. When I graduated and the school was about to scrub the course, a surprisingly high number of parents petitioned to keep it going. This provoked some media coverage that was grade-A publicity work for the firm. So, naturally, Bill agreed to let me continue.