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 I Couldn't Help It

   by sourdough
------ Synopsis: A teenager gets a little carried away.
Codes: mf mF reluc inc mother son bro sis het Mdom Fdom preg

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   Chapter 1

   It all started one afternoon after walking out of the upstairs bathroom.
My sister Hannah was primping in front of the hall mirror doing something
with her hair.  She was looking so cute and desirable I suddenly got the
urge to slip my hands under her armpits and grasp her tits.

   That's exactly what I did.  Gosh!  They felt great.  It was the first
time I'd felt up a girl's tits.  I was 13 years old.  My sister was 16.  I
had the feeling it was a first for Hannah too.

   Although pretty, she was very shy and wasn't accepting dates from guys
yet.

   "Ed, you jerk!  Get your hands off me!" Hannah tried to back away from
my hands but I had her well blocked.  Her butt started wiggling against my
crotch giving my prick an instant boner.

   "I'll scratch you," Hannah threatened.

   "Better not," I countered and gave her right tit a little pinch to
discourage her.

   "Ow!  You're hurting me!  I'll tell Mom," she whined.

   "I don't care.  Tell her." I really did mind but how else do handle that
type of threat?

   "Tell you what," I said.  "Let's go to your room.  Show me your tits and
let me suck on them a little." Already I was bored with this cheap thrill.
I wanted to get up close and personal with Hannah's tits.

   "You're a disgusting pervert for even suggesting that!" raged Hannah.

   "That's beside the point," I joked.  "What do you say to the
proposition?"

   "I say let go of your sister this instant," said a voice behind us.

   We both jumped apart as if shot and I immediately lost my boner.  I
turned around and looked.  Mom was standing halfway down the stairs staring
at us.  Needless to say, she wasn't expected home so early.  Hannah gave me
a 'you're dead meat' look and marched off to her room.

   "To my room mister," my mother said firmly.  As I walked in I surprised
myself by not feeling contrite or afraid as perhaps I should have been for
my behavior.  Instead I was angry.  Angry that my entertainment had been
cut short.  I sat down on the edge of Mom's bed and waited to listen to her
harangue.  She followed me in and stood over me.  We were almost knee to
knee.

   "What do you think you were doing out there?" Mom demanded.

   "I was just teasing her," I answered.

   "Is that what you call it?  Teasing?  Listen young man.  What I saw was
an out and out sexual assault."

   "Fine!" I agreed.  "I was assaulting Hannah.  Jeez!  You'd think I'd
been caught fucking her." I felt the side of my face explode in pain from
the slap my mother gave me.

   I'm not sure I can describe all that happened next.  I saw red.  The
next thing I knew my mom was flat on her back on the bed.  I was on top of
her, our faces only inches apart.

   "Don't you ever do that again.  Do you understand?" I enunciated each
word.  I wanted to make myself clear.  My mom must have seen a glint of
madness in my eyes because all she did was to nod her agreement.

   As I became more aware I realized I was lying between my mom's legs.  My
boner was back and it was pressing down on her mound.  Mom was either in
too much shock or too scared to protest.  My next realization was a shock
to me.  I wanted to fuck my own mother then and there.  My prick felt good
between her legs almost as if it belonged there.  I felt powerful and I
knew I was capable of doing it and I could probably get away with it.  A
twinge of conscience came to my mother's rescue and I hesitated.  I got up
and walked out of my mother's bedroom and then outside.  I had to get away
and think.

   I wandered through the neighborhood.  As I replayed the incident over
and over in my mind I got excited again.  I wasn't at all sorry this had
happened.  The only thing I regretted right then was that I hadn't followed
through with my desires and fucked my mom and my sister for that matter. 
But had I lost my only chance?

   Today we live in a land of political correctness, no matter what people
really say or do in their private lives.  There'd be no way I could justify
or excuse what I was thinking about doing.  Certainly I couldn't blame my
actions on hormones or teen rebellion.  I just knew I wanted to fuck and
dominate my mother and sister.  I just wasn't sure how to go about it.

   When I returned home dinner had already been served.  I wasn't hungry
anyway.  Everybody kind of avoided each other.  That was fine with me.  I
did my homework at the kitchen table and then watched MTV while making up
my bed in the living room.  My bed is a convertible love seat.

   We live in Southern California in a two-bedroom townhouse.  We can't
afford to move up to three bedrooms, which is why I'm in the living room. I
used to share a room with Hannah until she turned 12 and started needing
her "privacy." My mom is a single parent.  My parents were divorced not
long after I was born.  Since he lives on the other side of the country and
travels a lot we rarely see my dad and never visit him.  Mom only talks
about him or to him when he is late with the child support.

   I am average in every way including height, weight and looks.  Mom and
Hannah are both 5' 5" tall with Hannah at 115 pounds and Mom a little
heavier.  She's 35 years old.  I'm not good at estimating bust lines or cup
sizes but I assure you both pairs of tits are nice-sized.

   I was sure Mom was going to try to regain control of me soon, more
subtly to be sure, but nothing happened for a couple of days.

   I'd been hanging around the complex pool when I heard my name called.  I
looked up and saw that it was Vera, a neighbor and Hannah's best friend. 
Vera at 16 was tall and gawky.  There was a rumor going around that she was
a Lesbian.  Vera came up to me smiling like she was glad to see me, which
was unusual because we didn't really get along.  Vera leaned over in a
conspiratorial whisper and said, "Hey, Eddie.  I hear you've been trying to
crawl into bed with your sister.  Isn't that kind of desperate?"

   So that was it.  Hannah had spilled the beans to Vera.

   "Yes, Vera.  But only kind of desperate," I deadpanned.  "Really
desperate would be trying to crawl into bed with you."

   I knew I'd scored a direct hit.  Vera's feelings were hurt and I was
immediately sorry.  No sense in antagonizing the opposition.

   "I didn't mean that Vera.  I'd crawl into bed with you any time."

   "Yeah, sure," Vera said but she seemed mollified.

   "I'm just surprised Hannah would tell anyone and now I'm wondering who
else she told."

   "Oh, I'm certain it was only me," Vera assured me.  "We tell each other
everything.  It won't go beyond us.  I just couldn't help teasing you a
bit."

   "Yeah, well, you scared the hell out of me."

   "Sorry.  I'll make it up to you."

   "Yeah, sure," I said in the same tone of voice as Vera's 'yeah, sure.'

   We both fell silent after that and I stared absently at the water in the
pool.  No one was swimming in the pool as it was still too cold and the
association didn't want to install a heater.  I was about to say goodbye
when Vera asked, "Did you mean what you said?"

   "About what?"

   "About crawling into bed with me."

   "I guess.  What's the point?"

   Vera took a deep breath as if to draw courage and said, "I'm tired of
being a virgin.  Would you like to go to bed with me?"

   "Are you serious?  Of course!" This was incredible.  Was I going to get
laid?  Even if it was skinny old Vera, I was already getting a boner. 
Hell, at that point I'd be willing to bed the Wicked Witch of the West.

   "You'll have to wear a condom, though."

   "Um, sure.  Uh, I don't have any."

   "That's all right, Romeo.  I have some hidden away in my bedroom.  Let's
go."

   "Is anyone else home?"

   "Yes, both my mom and my sister want to watch."

   "Huh?"

   "Don't worry.  No one is home.  Gee, you're dumb.

   I didn't care if Vera was putting me down.  I was going to get laid.  I
was going to fuck the living shit out of her.  So much for rumors.  I
followed Vera home like a puppy dog.

   "Listen Eddie.  If I hear about this from anyone, I'll know it was you
and I'll slice off your balls.  Do you understand?"

   I nodded my head in agreement.  Vera was understandably nervous and I
wanted to be fully cooperative so she wouldn't change her mind about me
fucking her.  I was nervous too, but not enough for my prick to go down.

   "Wait down here for five minutes before coming up to my room," she said.

   I nodded again.  I figured Vera would be shy about taking her clothes
off in front of me and I wasn't wrong.  When I walked in Vera was already
under the covers.  Her jeans were on the floor and a pair of panties was
lying on top of them.  I noticed she was still wearing her top.

   Now Vera was watching me intently.  I quickly stripped leaving
everything in a pile.  I walked to the side of the bed.  Vera's eyes
flitted between my face and my prick and back again.  I was getting nervous
again.  I suddenly started worrying about proper etiquette.  Should I kiss
her?  She's not favorite person in the world and she doesn't look that hot.
But she is letting me fuck her.  As if reading my thoughts Vera said, "We
don't have to be romantic."

   She handed me a condom packet.  I tore it open and slipped on the
condom. Here goes nothing, I thought.  I put my hand under the sheet
covering Vera.  She twitched a bit when I touched her thigh but then
relaxed.  I was soon rubbing my finger along her vulva.  It was hot and
slimy.  I began to wonder how a baby could slide out of such a small hole.
That's when I almost lost my boner.  The thought of fathering Vera's baby
made me shiver.  Thank goodness she had sense enough to provide condoms.

   Vera closed her eyes as I slipped in beside her.  I half expected her to
change her mind at the very last second.

   "This may hurt a bit," I warned as I got between her legs and started to
poke my prick at her vulva.

   "Don't worry," Vera answered.  "I broke my cherry two years ago."

   When I was sure of my position I slid my prick in slowly.  Oh, so tight!
Heavenly!  I was thankful for the reduced feeling from the condom.  I was
ready to come and I hadn't even begun to move.  Vera's cunt muscles were
already trying to massage the come out of me.  Not wanting to embarrass
myself, I started a rapid in and out motion and I was pleased to discover
the desire to come right away was fading.  Three minutes later the feeling
returned and I was unable to control myself.  I felt my prick swell up and
I spewed my cum into the end of the condom.

   Vera wasn't a talker or a screamer but from the smile she wore I could
tell she was pleased with my performance.  I disposed of the condom and
Vera wanked me to a new erection.  After putting on a fresh condom we had a
leisurely fuck.

   "Thanks, stud," said Vera.  "Time for you to go."

   "Sure, Vera and thank you," I said gratefully and I really was.  "Vera?"

   "What, stud?"

   "Could we do this again?"

   "Sure."

   "Really?  When?"

   "I dunno.  I'll call you."

   "Oh." I was disappointed.

   Vera chuckled.  "I'm really looking for a boyfriend.  You're not a
candidate."

   "Sure.  I understand."

   "When are you going after Hannah again?"

   "What?"

   "I said-"

   "I heard.  Uh, I don't think that's such a good idea.  If I look
cross-eyed at her now, she'll go running to my mom."

   "No, she won't," Vera said with a twinkle in her eye.

   "How do you know?"

   "We talked.  Remember?"

   "What exactly did she tell you?"

   "Only that you were about 30 seconds from getting what you wanted, but
then your mom showed up and all hell broke loose." Vera didn't know the
half of it.

   "Are you sure about this?"

   "Completely," Vera affirmed.  "Listen, stud.  Women are as horny as
guys. Your sister is no exception.  Here.  Take these," she said and gave
me a handful of condoms.  "Now you're ready.  Just make sure you're going
to be uninterrupted this time.  And don't take a no for an answer.  You'll
disappoint her.  Women will eventually say yes to anything if you're
persistent enough."

   I should have been celebrating the loss of my virginity but my
conversation with Vera gave me a lot to think about.  Was it really that
easy to fuck women?  And did that include my mother and sister?  Vera made
it sound easy.  Still, it would pay for me to be cautious.

   Mom was home when I got there.  She was roaming around the house
cleaning and acting nervous.  I had the feeling that Mom wanted to finish
our conversation.  That didn't worry me.  I had the feeling I could handle
her.  In fact, I began to idly wonder how long it would take to seduce my
mom.  She was a good-looking woman and very desirable.  I decided to try
and keep my mom off balance while I worked on a plan to seduce her.  In the
meantime, I would concentrate on Hannah.

   "Can we talk?"

   "Sure, Mom." My mother had finally found enough courage to talk to me
but I could tell she was nervous and unsure of herself because of what
happened last time,

   "I think we should get certain things cleared up."

   "I think so too, Mom.  Are you going to apologize for hitting me?"

   Mom gave me a double take.  She was obviously astounded by my question.

   "I-uh, of course.  I'm very sorry for hitting you, but-"

   "Good!" I stepped over to embrace my mom.  I'm sure she expected a peck
on the cheek.  I startled her by giving her a full kiss on the lips.  It
wasn't a tongue-down-the-throat kiss.  It was as tender as I could make it,
so much so that Mom didn't resist.  When I finally released her, she
stammered, "What-what was that for?"

   I smiled.  "I love you, of course."

   "But that's no way to treat your mother," she said starting to get
angry.

   "I don't care," I declared.  Mom looked shocked and hurried away.

   It was the following Saturday.  Mom was gone on errands and wasn't due
back for four hours.  This was the day I was going to make another move on
Hannah.  I waited until Hannah was coming out of the shower.  She was
wearing a short terry cloth robe.  I stepped in front of Hannah as she
walked to her bedroom door.  She tried to go around me but I blocked her
again.

   "Leave me alone," Hannah demanded.  I smiled and shook my head slowly.

   "We'll get caught again," she whispered, sounding worried.

   We'll get caught again?  Well, that sounded a lot different from the
threats of last time.  I was actually encouraged by Hannah's response.

   "We wouldn't have been caught the first time if you hadn't made so much
noise," I said as I moved to embrace her.  Hannah tried to step away but I
put a slight pressure on her back and she subsided.  When my hand crept
over her tit Hannah flinched but didn't struggle.  Gosh!  Vera was right
all the way down the line.  If I played my cards right, I was going to get
what I wanted out of Hannah.  I opened the door to Hannah's bedroom and
pulled her in after me.

   I stripped off Hannah's robe as quick as thought.  A nice pair of tits
popped into view with perky dull red nipples.  I would enjoy sucking on
them.  I noted that she'd put on her panties in the bathroom.  I didn't
care.  They'd be gone in a minute.

   The preliminaries were out of the way.  I moved Hannah to the edge of
the bed.  She sat down to wait for my next move.  Hannah's eyes became wide
and uneasy as I stripped naked.  I could almost read her thoughts.  Didn't
you just want to play with my boobs?  You don't need to be naked to do
that. Yeah, I thought back at her, but I've gotten greedy.

   I pushed Hannah down and lied down beside her.  I started kissing her
lightly on the cheeks and lips.  After being shy for a couple of moments
Hannah finally started kissing back.  I palmed her tits and then scrunched
down to suck at them for a bit.  I glanced up at her face and could tell
Hannah was enjoying herself despite her initial reluctance.  She stopped
enjoying herself when I started yanking down her panties.

   "No!" she yelled.

   "No what?" I demanded.

   "I don't want a baby," Hannah whispered.

   I was prepared for this.  I reached under her pillow and drew out a
condom packet that I'd placed there earlier.  She looked at me as if I'd
performed black magic.  I ripped open the packet and slipped on the condom.
End of discussion, I thought.

   "No!" Hannah yelled again as I finished yanking off her panties.

   "What now?"

   "I just don't want to."

   I leaned over and stared at her in the face.  "Look," I said quietly. 
"Cooperate and I'll fuck you with the rubber on.  Fight me and I'll take
the rubber off and fuck you anyway.  Now, do you want the rubber on-or
off?"

   Hannah must have been convinced I was serious because she immediately
said, "On!" and relaxed her thighs to give me access.

   I didn't give Hannah much time to think.  I positioned myself and thrust
in.  She winced slightly as I broke her cherry but that's all the reaction
I paid attention to.  I wasn't as nervous as I'd been with Vera so I lasted
a lot longer.  I don't know if Hannah had her come and frankly I didn't
care.  I must have done something right because Hannah cuddled with me
after our first fuck and put the condom on my prick for our second fuck.

   I'd been having fuck fantasies about my mom and now I was obsessing
about it.  My experiences with Vera and Hannah whetted my appetite and gave
me the confidence to try to maneuver my mom into bed with me.  With almost
anything I tried I knew my mom was unlikely to call the cops or the
shrinks. She was normally a very private person and the humiliation would
have been too great for her.  The ideal would be to make my mom think it
was all her idea.  I began to wish for one of those mind control devices
you read about in the online sex stories.

   I was lying in my bed one night when the only possible solution came to
me.  It was late at night and I knew my mom and Hannah were asleep.  I also
knew both of them were sound sleepers.  I crept upstairs, got into bed with
my mom and then slept.  Yes, that's all.  I always hated that so-called bed
I slept on downstairs.  It was the world's worst rest.  Gosh, my mom's bed
was really comfortable.  I know I slept well because the next thing I knew
it was morning and my Mom was shaking me awake.

   "Good morning, Mom." I smiled and stretched my arms.

   "Uh, good morning.  What are you doing here?  Is something wrong?

   "Other than that bed I hate, nothing at all."

   "Edward," she said in a tone, which meant she wanted to have the last
word on the subject.  "We need to discuss this before you ever come to my
room again.  Do you understand?"

   "Yeah, Mom," I said happily.  I got up out of bed.  I was just in my
briefs with a nice-sized piss hard-on to start the day.  My mom looked
shocked as I ambled out the door.

   "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my room?"

   "Not really," I said with a straight face.  "You said not to come in
unless we discussed it."

   "And we didn't discuss it, did we?" my mother asked patiently.

   "Sure we did.  Yesterday morning about this same time we-"

   "We did not discuss anything!" Mom shouted.  She made an effort to
control herself.  She said, "Listen, Edward.  Never again sneak into my
room while I'm asleep.  Never again enter my room without first knocking
and receiving permission.  Is that perfectly clear?"

   You might have figured out by now that I had ignored the previous
warning.  I repeated the previous night by just going straight to sleep.  I
enjoyed that night's rest also.  I began to think I'd give up my quest to
seduce my mom just for a real bed of my own-almost.

   The next evening I went up to my Mom's bedroom and knocked on the door.
She opened the door, looked at me and said, "I'm sorry Edward.  You're
going to have to sleep in your own bed tonight."

   "I really hate that so-called bed.  I can't sleep in it anymore," I
complained.

   "I'm really sorry about that Edward, but it can't be helped."

   "There's room enough for both of us in that bed of yours," I persisted.
"You didn't even know I was there until you woke up."

   "I don't want to discuss it any further, Edward," Mom said with
finality.

   "I just wish you'd spend one night in that bed, Mom.  Then you'd
understand." I knew I'd have to get more creative.  I didn't want to resort
to force yet, but perhaps that's all that my mom understood.  I was really
taken by surprise when my mom said, "Fine.  We'll try it for one night. 
After this, I don't want to hear or see anymore of your nonsense.  Agreed?"

   "Agreed." I would have agreed to anything.  I didn't intend to abide
with her terms anyway.  My mom walked by me and down the stairs.

   It felt kind of weird being alone in my mom's bed.  I was too excited to
sleep and also worried about my next move.  I knew my mom liked her comfort
and I was pretty sure she wouldn't be having a comfortable night, although
she would probably lie to me about it.  I needn't have worried.  About 45
minutes after my mom went downstairs, she was back up again, crawling into
bed beside me.  To her credit, she didn't insist that I leave her bed.  It
was time to take the next step in the plan to seduce my mom.



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   Chapter 2

   I was awake early the next morning contemplating my next move.  I
watched Mom stir and awaken.  She got up and went to the bathroom.  When
she returned my mom stood at the foot of the bed.  She was dressed in
pajamas.  In fact that's all she ever wore to bed.  Cotton pajamas in warm
weather and flannel pajamas in cool weather.

   "Good morning," I said finally.

   She didn't respond.  Instead my mom crossed her arms over her chest and
glared at me.

   "Don't you have anything sexier to wear than those old pajamas?" I
thought I was being sociable but Mom didn't take it that way.

   "What I wear to bed is none of your goddamned business.  Now get out of
here," she ordered.

   I could tell Mom was pissed.  She never used strong language unless she
was very upset.  So, she thinks what she wears to bed is none of my
business.  Well, I was going to make it my business.  Rather than confront
her immediately I smiled pleasantly, got out of bed and made my exit.

   When I got home from school I went into Mom's bedroom and removed her
pajamas, four pairs of them.  After that I just relaxed until Mom went into
her room to get ready for bed.  I was expecting her to be upset and I
wasn't wrong.

   "Where in the hell are my pajamas?"

   "Your pajamas?  Let me see.  I believe I got rid of them."

   "What!  Listen here, mister.  You give them back to me or there will be
hell to pay."

   "And what are you going to do, Mom?  Slap me?  I wouldn't advise it. 
Don't you remember what happened last time?  I might not be able to stop
myself this time."

   I came out swinging, obviously.  Having come this far I figured subtlety
was a waste of time.  Force was still an option but a little intimidation
first was worth a try.

   "Edward!" Mom gasped.  She blushed a deep red.  I'm sure my mother
didn't want a repeat of that incident.

   "Give me my pajamas, please?" Now she was trying to be nice, using the
old magic word.  Well, it wasn't going to do any good.

   "Don't you have anything sexier to wear than those old pajamas?" It was
the same question I asked that morning and she was going to have to answer
it.  Mom struggled to control herself but did she really have a choice?

   "I haven't worn anything like that in years," she finally answered. 
"Not since I was married to your father.  Regular pajamas just feel more
comfortable, that's all.  I gave my negligees to the thrift store.  I don't
think I'd be able to wear them anyway.  I was a lot slimmer then. 
Satisfied?"

   I was far from satisfied but I went to the hall closet, reached into the
top shelf, grabbed a bag and handed it to her.

   "Thank you," she said after looking in the bag.  "Good night.  See you
in the morning," Mom added as she retreated upstairs.

   You wish I thought.  I waited a half-hour until I was sure Mom was
settled down for the night.  This time I didn't bother to knock before
entering.

   "Am I going to have to put a lock on that door?" my mother asked as she
saw me enter.

   "If you do that I'll take the door off the hinges the first chance I
get."

   "You wouldn't dare!" Mom had regained some of her former outrage.  She'd
been sitting up in bed reading a magazine.  The reading glasses Mom had
taken to wearing didn't detract at all from her looks.

   "Sure I'd dare.  Try it and see."

   "Please leave me alone, Edward.  What do you want to get out of this
anyway?"

   I didn't answer.  I smirked a bit but my expression must have told
volumes.

   "Edward!  I am your mother!"

   "I know that, Mom."

   "And as your mother I deserve your respect even if we don't always agree
on everything.  Now all this started when I slapped you and I've apologized
for that but I couldn't allow you to take advantage of your sister.  Does
that make sense?"

   "Sure," I said.  As if I cared!

   "Now I want you to respect my privacy and leave my room.  I don't want
you to come back ever without being invited.  I want you get out of your
head any idea you have of having rights over me.  I am your mother, nothing
else.  Is that understood?"

   "No," I said.

   "What?"

   "I can't help it, Mom.  I heard everything you said but I'm just
interested in obeying you."

   Mom looked at me as if I'd lost my mind and maybe I had.

   "Edward," Mom said in an even voice.  "I'm beginning to have serious
doubts about your mental health.  I think I should call and get a referral
for you to see a counselor."

   "Do what you want.  I won't be going to see any shrink," I declared.  I
was feeling obstinate but I was also building up courage for what I wanted
to do.

   "We'll discuss this in the morning, Edward.  I have work tomorrow and
you have school.  I'm going to turn off the light so it's time for you to
leave."

   Mom switched out the light and the bedroom was plunged into darkness.  I
guess she expected me to leave then.  Fat chance of that.  I took off my
jeans and shirt and prepared to get into her bed.  What the heck I thought
and took off my briefs too.  I was bare-assed naked crawling into my mom's
bed.

   "Don't even think about it, mister," Mom hissed as I climbed onto the
bed.  I ignored her, of course, and slipped under the covers.  I heard Mom
sigh in frustration but was otherwise silent.  I think she'd resigned
herself to me being in her bed another night.  She was in for a surprise,
though.  Mom gasped as I slid over to her side of the bed and my stiff
prick brushed against her thigh.

   "Get away from me!" Mom squealed.

   "Quiet down," I said reasonably.  "Hannah will hear you."

   "I don't care!" she exclaimed although in a much quieter tone.

   I reached over Mom's waist and held her body to me so she couldn't scoot
away.  She struggled a bit but Mom knew better than to hit me.

   "Please!  Don't do this to me.  I'm your mother," she whined.

   "Right now I'm not doing anything.  Just lying beside the most beautiful
woman I know." I knew I couldn't get anywhere using flattery but it
couldn't hurt either.

   "Edward, please stop and think about your actions.  You're liable to
ruin your life and mine if you force me to- to have relations with you."

   "You're right about me wanting you to have sex with me, Mom but I was
hoping to talk you into it rather than to force you into it."

   "But that's impossible," Mom replied.  "There's nothing you can say to
convince me to sleep with you.  You might as well leave now and save your
breath."

   Despite Mom's claim that talking was a waste of time she was talking.  I
think she figured that as long as we were talking I wasn't raping her.  I
loosened my hold on her and she didn't try to move away.  When I moved so
my prick wasn't pressing up against her thigh I felt Mom relax a bit.

   "Mom, can I ask you a question?"

   "Of course, Edward.  I'll try to answer any question you have." Was she
trying to humor me?  I didn't mind if she was doing just that.

   "Well, it's just that I'm thirteen years old and I want to fuck every
girl in sight including you and Hannah.  Why does Mother Nature say I'm
ready but society says I have to wait?"

   "I guess it's a combination of things.  Mainly, I think it's because we
live in a much more complex society.  It takes so much longer to gain
enough education to take a meaningful role in modern society than when
virtually everyone lived in an agrarian society.  That wasn't much longer
than a century ago.  With life relatively short compared to today it made
sense to start having children as soon as possible.  Also with health
advances children are entering puberty earlier and earlier.  Please move
your hand."

   My hand had crept over Mom's tit as she spoke.  Her hand clasped mine
and she tried to move it away but when I resisted she relented and just
kept her hand over mine.  I massaged my mom's tit just a little and her
nipple hardened nicely.  As with Hannah desire to explore and use my
mother's body increased the more I played with it.

   "Have there been other men after Dad?"

   "I've had plenty of offers but I seem to attract married men and other
assorted creeps.  It's hard for divorced women with children to find decent
men."

   I should have felt sorry for Mom but it turned me on with the thought
that I was going to be her first fuck in years.

   "Haven't you ever been horny?"

   "Of course!  I'm human after all.  I just haven't been horny enough to
allow my own son to seduce me."

   "Well, it's my job to make you even hornier than you are now," I joked.
"Besides, I'm not married."

   "I hate to say it but you're fitting in with the assorted creeps
category," Mom responded.  "I still think you haven't thought this out,"
she added.  "What if I get pregnant?  What if your sister discovers us? 
What if other people find out?  I'd wind up in jail and you'd wind up in
juvenile hall."

   I almost laughed when Mom mentioned Hannah.  Although I'd been careful
not try anything with Mom in front of Hannah she would have to be both deaf
and blind not to have figured out what was going on by now.

   "We'll just have to be careful, that's all," I assured her.  "Besides, I
intend to use condoms."

   "Condoms are unreliable."

   "Then get on the Pill.  I don't want you to get pregnant."

   "Oh sure," Mom said sarcastically.  "My son wants to use my body so the
correct thing to do is to get on the Pill to prevent unwanted pregnancy and
let him go at it.  No talk of love at all."

   "I do love you," I protested.

   "Listen, mister.  The only thing a thirteen-year-old boy knows about
love is that it makes his prick stiff.  Now it's my turn to ask some
questions.  Are you sexually active?"

   "Yes," I said.  There was no reason to lie about it.

   "Are you sleeping with your sister?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you force her to have sex with you?"

   "I didn't rape Hannah." Hannah would probably disagree with that
statement I thought.

   "And you're using condoms?"

   "Yes."

   Mom was silent for a moment and all I heard was her breathing.

   "I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said finally.

   "Let me make love to you, Lisa," I said using her given name for the
first time.

   "No," she said simply.

   "Yes," I responded.

   "Edward, please," said Lisa.  "I'm very tired.  If I don't get some
decent sleep I'll be a wreck at work tomorrow.  I'm sure you'll be the same
way at school.  You're welcome to stay here.  I don't care any more. 
You've given me a lot to think about and I at least deserve some time to do
so.  Agreed?"

   I felt close to something.  Was it success?  I didn't want the bitch to
be thinking clearly.

   "Only if we both sleep together in the nude," I stated.

   "What?"

   "You heard me."

   "I can't do that."

   "Then I don't think we'll be getting much sleep tonight."

   "I'll sleep downstairs tonight."

   "I'll follow wherever you go, Lisa.  Even if you go to Hannah's room
I'll follow you."

   Lisa was thinking, I could tell that.

   "I guess I can sleep with my top off," she offered.

   "Top and bottom," I insisted.  "You can leave your panties on."

   Mom was silent.  It felt like an eternity but it was really less than a
minute.  She got slowly from her bed and stood up.  She looked down at me
for a while and then grasped the hem of her pajama top and pulled it up and
off.  Having made her decision she acted quickly with her pajama bottoms. I
saw her silhouetted as she bent slightly to take the garment down her
shapely legs.  Lisa moved swiftly back under the covers and into my waiting
arms.

   I knew something interesting was going to happen the moment we touched.
I kissed Lisa deeply as I felt her tits crush themselves against my chest.
She surprised me by responding in kind.  Somehow I had broken through
Lisa's resistance.  Instead of the reluctant mother I expected there was a
willing lover straddling me.  I began to run my hands up and down her back
as we continued to kiss.  My hands eventually worked their way down to her
hips and started to caress and fondle her ass cheeks.  Lisa didn't notice
or didn't care about the liberties I was taking with her body.  I cupped
her cheeks and pressed her body against my prick.  She took the hint and
started her own thrusting motions.  In order to get a better grip I slipped
my hands under the waist of her panties and continued my fucking motions,
thrusting my hips up to meet her down thrusts.

   Even as we continued our kissing and fondling I noticed that Lisa's
panties had begun to work themselves down.  In a very short while my mother
would be completely exposed and it would take very little effort to slip my
prick into her cunt.  I would fuck Lisa tonight regardless of the
consequences.

   I slipped a little further down to give myself maneuvering room and when
I felt the tip of my prick rubbing against pubic hair I made a tentative
thrust.

   "You promised!" Mom whimpered.

   "What?  What?" I was frantic.

   "The condom.  I can't let you fuck me without a condom.  It's not safe
tonight."

   One part of my mind said, 'Go ahead and fuck her and to hell with being
a gentleman.' Another part of my mind said, 'If you knock up your mom
you'll be eyes-deep in shit.' The latter opinion won out.  As with Hannah I
had hidden condoms in my mom's bedroom and it was a simple matter to
retrieve one and slip it on.  When I was ready my mom resumed her position
above me and guided my prick into her cunt.

   "It's been such a long time," Mom whispered.  "No please!  Not yet." I
had started to move inside her but she apparently was in no hurry.  I
decided to let Mom take the lead at least for a while.  I let this go on
for about five minutes.  She'd let her cunt muscles give my prick a squeeze
every half minute or so to keep me hard but I finally got tired of it.  I
pulled her down to me to give her a kiss and then held her there and
started thrusting to my own pace but it wasn't very long before I emptied a
load of my sperm into the end of the condom.

   "Thank you," Mom said in between kisses.

   "My pleasure," I replied.  "I certainly didn't expect to get this far
tonight."

   "Like I said, I needed my sleep." Mom got up and surprised me by putting
on panties and pajamas again.

   "You don't need to do that," I said.  "We're friends now."

   "I don't trust you, friend," Mom explained.  "You're liable to try
something while I'm asleep and I don't want your baby."

   That made sense.  I kissed Mom again, turned over and went to sleep.



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   Chapter 3

   My mother and I soon came to an understanding regarding our new
relationship.  I would continue to sleep downstairs, or pretend to sleep
downstairs, until Hannah was in bed and most likely asleep.  I would then
go upstairs so that Mom and I could fuck.  She would always be wearing her
pajamas when I got up there.  Then Mom would repeat what happened on that
first night by removing her pajamas, having a fuck session with me and then
putting the pajamas back on.  She refused to sleep in the nude with me and
while I was welcome to stay the night, I had to be gone by the time Hannah
was up.  I believe this pretense let my mother believe that she hadn't
completely become her son's whore.

   I thought about forcing the issue by buying and making her wear some
sexy night wear or by just hiding her pajamas again but it just didn't seem
important to me at the time.  I was certainly getting what I wanted
otherwise and so why rock the boat?  I always wore a condom.

   After refusing her plea to give up on Hannah I promised to limit my
activities with my sister to the times when Mom wasn't home.  She could
then pretend it wasn't happening.

   Since Hannah told me she would rather die than having anyone find out
about our fuck sessions, my sister was not a problem when it came to
keeping secrets.  I know it sounds like a lot of pretending was being done
but it was necessary to keep a sense of normality.

   During and after the campaign to seduce my mother I certainly didn't
neglect Hannah or Vera.  I continued to meet with Vera as often as
possible. It was difficult because both of us wanted to keep the
relationship secret.  Vera would be humiliated if anyone found out she had
allowed a junior high school kid to fuck her.  Also, I didn't think I could
take the teasing from my peers.  During our bullshit sessions about girls
my buddies and I had assured each other that our pricks would be better cut
off rather than face the prospect of sticking it into someone like Vera. 
Vera kept me supplied with condoms and the only condition was that I had to
tell her about Hannah and me.  I kept the secret about my mom away from
her.

   Vera and I met often at a nearby park and even in a gardener's storage
shed.  She still hadn't made any progress in finding a boyfriend so I
wasn't afraid of being cut off by her any time soon.  I guess I was feeling
pretty arrogant.  After all, I was balling three women, Mom, Hannah and
Vera.  How many thirteen-year-olds can say that?  I didn't say anything, of
course.  Bragging, I was sure, would ruin everything.

   One day I experienced a bit of déjà vu.  Hannah was primping in front of
the same mirror that started off this narrative.  I decided to repeat what
I did then just for the heck of it.  I walked up behind Hannah, slipped my
hand over her tits and began kneading them.  Her mirror image gave me a
disgusted look but she didn't struggle.

   Finally she said, "You've got Mom now.  Why don't you leave me alone?"

   The fact that she knew about Mom and me wasn't surprising at all.  I
suspected as much all along.

   "The more the merrier," I joked and continued playing with her tits.

   "Leave me alone!" Hannah screamed.  She twisted around in my arms and
gave me a push.  Her move caught me by surprise.  I stumbled back and
landed flat on my butt.  I was unhurt but I was pissed.  It was time to put
down a little rebellion and show my sister who was boss.  Hannah was
looking down at me with a half-smug and half-scared expression on her face.
As soon as I jumped up her expression changed to completely scared.  She
turned to run into the bathroom and lock herself in.  Hannah didn't get
more than two steps away before I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her
back.

   "Let go of me!" Hannah raged.  "Little prick bastard!  Faggot!"

   My sister struggled but I had a good grip on her.  She wasn't going to
escape me.  I ignored her ranting and stepped into Hannah's bedroom.  Big
sister didn't have any choice but to follow me if she wanted to keep her
hair.  I slammed the door shut and pushed my sister toward the bed.  She
turned around and aimed a kick at me.  I was ready for her this time and
grabbed her foot as it came toward me on its upward arc.  Hannah tried to
recover but she overbalanced and this time she was the one landing flat on
her butt.

   "I hate you!" Tears started from Hannah's eyes.  I think the fight was
taken out of her by then because she just sat on the floor and waited for
my next move.  I didn't make her wait long.  I started taking off my jeans
and shorts.

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I'm going to fuck you, of course.  Take off your pants," I ordered.

   Hannah knew instinctively that this fuck session was going to be
different from all the others.

   "Not without a condom," she begged.  Her voice betrayed the panic she
was feeling.

   "I only use condoms with cooperative sluts," I declared.  "You have to
be taught a lesson."

   "I'm sorry!"

   "Too late for apologies, bitch.  Take off your pants or I'll rip 'em
off." I was naked now and started toward Hannah to carry out my threat.

   "Let me suck you!"

   Suck me?  I hesitated for a moment to digest her words.  As quick as
thought Hannah crawled over to me, grabbed my prick, stuck the head in her
mouth and began to suck.  Oh, yeah.  Suck.  The surprise I felt when my
sister began to suck my prick quickly turned to pleasure.  I began to relax
and enjoy it.  My previous experience had been straight sex with a condom.
This was a new experience for me and I definitely liked it.  If this was
the way Hannah wanted to apologize I was all for it.  Her hot, wet mouth
felt heavenly on my prick and her head stopped bobbing only to tongue-tease
the head of my prick.  It felt so good that began to wonder if Hannah had
previous experience in this type of thing or if she had natural talent when
it came to sucking cock.  Maybe all women were good at sucking cock.  I'd
have to get Mom and Vera to go down on me so I could compare.  Hannah
started tickling my scrotum with her other hand and I felt the urge to cum.

   "You'd better swallow every drop or the next load is going in your
snatch."

   Hannah responded to my words by speeding up her pace and it wasn't long
before I felt my cock swell up and begin to dump its load into my sister's
mouth.  She didn't miss a drop and continued to tongue-tease the now ultra
sensitive head until I actually pushed her away from me.  My sister sat
back with her head down, staring at the floor.

   "Listen to me, cumslut.  Are you listening?" Hannah nodded her head
slightly but still didn't look at me.

   "If I ever have any more trouble out of you I'll start writing nasty
notes on restroom walls about what an easy lay you are.  Would you like
that?"

   My threat caught her attention.  She looked up at me with real fear in
her eyes and shook her head.

   "You're going to be an enthusiastic cumslut for me from now on.  You're
going to be loving and obedient even if you do hate me."

   Soon after we'd started fucking Hannah had developed a passive yet
hostile attitude toward me.  She hated being used by her little brother and
she showed it by a lackluster performance in bed.  Initially I didn't care
as long as I got my rocks off.  But I finally realized that my attitude
encouraged Hannah's attitude with attempts at resistance.

   I decided to start training my sister in the fine art of pleasing her
master.  My mother needed the same type of training I thought.  I let her
have entirely too much control.  I put my pants back on and stared down at
Hannah.  She went back to staring at the floor.

   "From now on I want you to go braless when you're around the house.  Now
clean yourself up and meet me downstairs." I walked away expecting to be
obeyed.

   I went down to the living room and turned on the TV.  I sat down in the
love seat and watched rap videos on MTV.  The rappers being featured were
absolutely butt ugly but the girls were real beauties, scantily clad and in
submissive poses.  They seemingly worshiped the very ground these guys
walked on.  I began to fantasize the women in my life worshiping me in the
same way.  Hannah picked that time to come downstairs.  Just by the shy
look she gave me I knew my big sister had done what I'd told her to.

   "Show me," I said.

   Hannah face turned a bright red but she didn't hesitate in lifting her
top and displaying her bare tits to me.  I nodded and patted my knee
indicating that she should sit on my lap.  Again there was no hesitation on
Hannah's part and as she settled on my lap she gave me as passionate a kiss
as I've ever had.  I hoped she'd rinsed my cum out of her mouth.  Perhaps
my sister was telling me in her own way that even fuck toys shouldn't be
taken for granted.

   "Eddie?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Please don't take this wrong but I think you should pay some attention
to Teresa."

   "Teresa?"

   "Yeah.  You know.  Vera's sister.

   Teresa was the exact opposite of Vera.  Whereas Vera was tall, thin and
flat chested, her sister was petite, athletic and already had a nice set of
tits at only 12 years old.  It was hard to believe they came from the same
parents.  I've always liked Teresa and I knew she liked me but I thought it
was a casual friendship.  What Hannah was suggesting was that I could have
a more intimate relationship with Teresa if I wanted it.

   Teresa was attractive, out-going and popular with the boys, which is why
I was kind of surprised by Hannah's statement.  I kind of thought she went
for the good-looking jock types.  That seemed to be the sort that liked to
hang around her.  My self-confidence was at an all-time high so I knew I
wanted to try to get next to Teresa.  If this were Hannah's ploy to
distract my attention away from her she'd be disappointed.  I still wanted
plenty of action from my sister.  Now I'd be using her mouth as well as her
cunt.

   Teresa and I went to different schools but they were adjacent to each
other.  We often walked to school together and now I'd make a point of it.
The high school was in the opposite direction, which was good because I
didn't want Vera to know I was making a move on her sister.  I asked Hannah
to keep quiet about it and she agreed.  She even offered her bedroom for me
to use in my effort to seduce Teresa.

   I walked to school with Teresa the very next morning.  We just made
small talk and I offered to walk her home that afternoon and she agreed to
meet me after school.  I was nervous the rest of the school day and I
wasn't sure why.  I guessed that I had a crush on Teresa and I'd be
devastated if she got pissed at me.  There was also the problem of her
telling her mom on me and also, I wasn't sure how Vera would take to the
idea of me trying to fuck her little sister.  The nervousness stayed with
me on the walk home from school and I almost backed out of my plan when we
got back home.

   "Would you like to come in for a soda?" I asked finally.  I held my
breath.  She smiled and nodded.  I grinned stupidly and opened the door for
her.  I vowed right there to be a perfect gentleman.  I'd be satisfied if
she allowed me to kiss her.  Teresa walked into the living room and waited
for me.  Gosh, she was beautiful.  I was falling in love.  Screwing up my
courage, I walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips.  Far from
resisting I felt a slight pressure on my lips as she returned my kiss.

   "I was wondering if you wanted to kiss me," Teresa said.

   "I'm glad I did," I declared.

   "Me, too."

   Given the green light, I put my arms around her and we kissed for
several minutes.  My resolve to act like a gentleman started to vaporize as
my prick started to harden.  My hands wandered down her back toward her
hips.  At the slightest resistance on Teresa's part I swore I wouldn't go
any further.  As my hands reached the roundness of her firm ass covered by
skin-tight jeans I pulled her against me.  There was no mistaking my
excitement and I waited for Teresa to call a halt to the proceedings. 
Instead I felt her tongue seeking entry to my mouth.  I responded with my
own tongue and our kissing became even more passionate.

   Of course, the more Teresa allowed me to do the more I wanted to do.  We
came up for air and I let my hands wander slowly up her torso.  I watched
Teresa's face for any signs of displeasure.  She still wore a bashful smile
when my hands covered her luscious tits.  I thumbed her nipples through the
fabric and they sprang to attention.  What do I do now?  To go any further
I'd want Teresa to be upstairs with me in Hannah's bedroom.  I placed one
foot on the stairs and held my hand out to her.  If she took my hand that
would be great and if she didn't that would be great too.  I didn't want to
rush this girl.  Teresa hesitated a bit as if having her own internal
debate.  She then smiled and placed her hand in mine.  I had Teresa precede
me up the stairs.  I was eye level with her ass.  Man, it looked fine. 
Maybe I'd have a chance to see it in the flesh.

   Just inside the door I embraced Teresa to kiss her again.  I wanted this
to be as romantic as possible.  She surprised me by twisting away from me,
laughing mischievously.  I had a further surprise when Teresa smiled at me
seductively and slowly removed her top.  Her bra came off next and I
actually gasped when the loveliest set of tits I've ever seen came into
view.  They could easily compete with those I'd seen in girly magazines.  I
was so intent in staring at her tits that I almost didn't notice that her
jeans were half way off.  I'd seen Teresa's legs a lot especially at the
pool but now I was being given a private audience.  They were short in
keeping with her stature but they very shapely.  She always attracted
attention when her legs were on display.  When Teresa's panties hit the
floor I knew I was in heaven.  I wanted to make a grab for her right away
but when she saw me walk toward her she gestured at me to stop.

   "I want to see you first, Eddie.  Take off your clothes."

   I took off my clothes as casually as I could.  Even then I felt clumsy.
Despite my nervousness my prick maintained its hardness.  Teresa smiled
when it made its appearance.  I felt proud as she feasted her eyes on my
erection.  Now it was Teresa who walked to me.  When she was standing in
front of me Teresa slowly reached her hand out and gently grasped my prick.
I gritted my teeth.  Her touch was so exciting that I was afraid of
ejaculating prematurely and embarrassing myself.

   "Do you have a condom?"

   I nodded my head.  Thank you, Hannah!  Teresa was going to let me fuck
her.  I certainly didn't think I'd get this far and this quickly.  I left
the bedroom and retrieved a couple of condoms from the bathroom cabinet. 
There were some in Hannah's bedside table but getting them out of there
might seem weird to Teresa.

   When I returned to the bedroom Teresa had already turned back the covers
and was lying on the bed.  I sat down beside her and slid a hand between
her legs.  She cooperated as I gently slipped a finger between her labia
and felt her heat and wetness.  Teresa was ready for me.  To hell with
foreplay!  I slipped on the condom and crawled between Teresa's legs.  I
kissed her deeply as my prick found its mark.  I bucked my hips when I felt
an obstruction.  Teresa was a virgin.  She gasped slightly as her hymen
tore but then returned my kiss with one as passionate as my own.

   "I love you, Eddie."

   "I love you, Teresa." I meant it, too.  I began to move gently inside
this lovely girl.  I didn't want to hurt her.  I wanted this first time to
be a memorable experience but my excitement was getting the better of me.

   "I going to cum soon," I gasped.  "I don't want to but I have to."

   "Don't worry, baby," Teresa responded.  "I'm coming back for lots more."

   Relieved and grateful, I didn't try to hold back any longer.  I couldn't
anyway.  Three or four strokes later I was dumping my load into the end of
the condom.

   "It looks like an awful lot," Teresa said as she watched me drop the
sperm-filled condom into the trash.  "I'm glad you're more considerate than
Vera's boyfriend," she added.

   I looked puzzled.  "I didn't know Vera had a boyfriend."

   "She must have one," Teresa responded.  "Vera is pregnant."



   ------

   Chapter 4

   Pregnant!  The word hit me like a massive fist to the gut delivered by a
prizefighter.  I felt myself turning pale and weak.  For a moment I thought
I was going to faint.  I recovered as quickly as I could and tried to act
casual in front of Teresa.  She didn't notice my distress.

   "Uh, when do you find out about that?"

   "Last night," Teresa replied.  "Apparently my mom found Vera's pregnancy
test kit.  All hell broke loose after that.  Mom insisted that Vera take
the test right then but Vera said she already knew the results.  I guess
I'm going to be an aunt." Teresa giggled.

   "Do you know who the father is?"

   "No.  I overheard Mom grilling Vera in her bedroom.  Vera said she
wouldn't tell but Mom told her she'd find out sooner or later.  Then Vera
told her that his name was Lionel but went under the name Quasimodo in a
carnival freak show.  He's supposed to be a black hunched back dwarf with a
foot-long penis.  She said she couldn't resist when she saw it.  Well then,
Mom slapped Vera and called her a slut.  I went back to our bedroom after
that and I didn't ask any questions when Vera came to bed.  I didn't want
her to know I was eavesdropping."

   Gosh, I thought.  Maybe I wasn't the father.  I'd been so careful. 
Maybe Vera had started fucking with someone else and just didn't tell me. I
had to talk to Vera but I didn't want to seem too anxious to Teresa.  She
reached out for my hand and I let her pull me back on the bed.  We kissed
and cuddled a bit and Teresa started fondling my prick.  Despite the recent
shock my prick started coming back to life.

   "I'm so glad we did this," said Teresa.  "Aren't you?"

   I nodded my head.  I was glad but the news I'd just been given kind of
put a damper on my enthusiasm.

   "Do we have time to try it again?" Teresa eyed my stiff prick
meaningfully.

   "Uh, I don't think so.  Hannah is due home soon and besides, that was my
only condom." I didn't think Teresa had seen the other condom.  I had let
it drop to the floor and then kicked it under the bed when I got back in
with her.

   "I've heard that a girl can't get pregnant if the guy's already come."

   "Yeah, I've heard that too," I said.  "But it's best not to take any
chances.  Your mother's already had one shock.  Another shock might kill
her."

   Teresa gave me a hug and a kiss.  "That's for caring about me so much."
She moved her mouth down to my prick and sucked it in.  Oh, heaven!  I'd
thought we were through for the day but there was no way I could get her
pregnant this way.  All the blood left my brain and gathered around my
prick.  There was no thinking straight as I bucked my hips in time with
Teresa's bobbing head.  She even moved her hair aside when it threatened to
block my view of this pretty preteen's lips running up and down my prick.
It wasn't long before my prick was spitting another load of sperm, this
time down Teresa's throat.  I didn't even have to ask her to swallow.

   We got dressed and I walked Teresa home.  I was hoping for a chance to
talk to Vera or at least ask her to call me.  Vera was sitting on a bench
in a grassy area of the complex.  Teresa waved goodbye to me as she went
inside.  I waved back and then walked over to where Vera was sitting.

   "Hi, stud," she said.

   "I, uh-"

   "What are you doing here, young man?" I jumped at the sound of the angry
voice behind me.  I was ready to turn and run for my life.

   "Uh, hello Mrs.  Gonzalez.  I was just um...  "

   "Oh, hello Edward," said Vera's mother.  Her angry visage became benign
with a friendly smile.  Clara Gonzalez was an attractive woman of about my
mom's age.  She could stand to lose a couple of pounds but she could still
turn heads.  Clara and my mom were friendly with each other but I don't
think they'd call each other friends.  She turned and walked back through
the door.

   Vera smirked.  "I'm not supposed to talk to boys any more much less be
alone with them.  I guess you don't count."

   I blushed from the not-so-veiled insult.  That, along with the scare
from Mrs.  Gonzalez and the news from Teresa, really had me on the ropes.

   "Has my eavesdropping sister been gossiping with you?"

   I nodded my head.  I wouldn't have called it gossip but...

   "Then I'm sure you have questions.  Let me answer them in no particular
order.  Yes, I'm pregnant.  Yes, you're the father.  No, I haven't had sex
with anyone else.  No, I won't rat on you.  No, I don't know if it was one
defective condom or if the entire batch was bad.  Yes, I'd stop using those
condoms right away if I were you.  Yes, Hannah may be pregnant, too.  Yes,
you should start praying I'm wrong about Hannah.  No, no one else knows
you're the father.  Yes, I'll kill you if you tell anyone you're the
father. Yes, I know you're sorry.  Yes, I know it's not your fault.  Yes, I
know I was the one who asked you for sex.  Yes, I know I supplied the
condoms.  Yes, I know you're not legally responsible.  No, I don't expect
any help from you.  No, I don't know if I'll have to quit school.  No, I
don't know how I'll support the baby.  Yes, my mom has threatened to kick
me out if I don't name the father.  No, I'm not going to have an abortion.
No, I don't expect you to visit the baby.  Yes, I wish I'd never had sex
with you.  Yes, I regret the whole thing.  Yes, I've thought about killing
myself.  Any other questions?"

   I shook my head slowly.  In a few moments Vera had answered all the
questions I had and a ton more that I would never have thought to ask.  She
enumerated each answer on her fingers and when she ran out of fingers Vera
would start over.

   "No," I said finally.

   "Fine, now get out of here and leave me alone." Vera crossed her arms
and started sulking.

   I walked away slowly.  As I turned a corner I chanced to look back. 
Vera was crying.  I knew she'd be pissed and humiliated if she knew I was
watching so I just walked the rest of the way home.  My arrogance was
evaporating quickly.  I'd impregnated one girl and put three others at risk
including my mom and my sister.  What I thought was power over women was
just a display of immaturity and irresponsibility.

   I decided to just keep my mouth shut and stop sleeping with my mom and
sister.  They might wonder why I stopped but they also might be relieved
that I did.  If either of them asked I would just say that I was tired of
them.  I was just hoping that I wasn't too late in stopping.

   I tried to eat supper but all I did was just pick at my food.  I tried
to concentrate on my homework but that was impossible.  I didn't even try
to sleep.  All I did was stare at the ceiling.  Finally I heard my mom's
door open and she came downstairs.

   "Edward?  Are you coming upstairs?  It's getting kind of late and I need
to get to sleep."

   "No, go ahead and go to sleep.  I'm staying down here."

   "Are you feeling all right, Edward?  You barely touched your supper."

   "I'm feeling fine, Mom.  Good night." Jeez!  Staying in my own bed was
now something out of the ordinary.

   "Good night, dear."

   I must have slept some during the night but not well.  I kept having
dreams of a very pregnant Vera.  I shuddered just recalling the details.  I
got ready for school and walked out the door.  Teresa was standing outside
waiting for me.

   "Good morning," Teresa said.  She smiled radiantly.

   "Good morning," I said.  I smiled back weakly.  Teresa looked shy and I
knew she expected a kiss.  I leaned down and gave her a relatively chaste
kiss but she seemed satisfied.  Teresa held out her hand and I took it in
mine.  I felt terrible.  Here I was holding the hand of the girl I loved. I
dreaded the thought of losing Teresa when my misdeeds were uncovered and I
was sure they would be.

   "So when can we get together again?" We'd been walking silently for a
while but I knew that wouldn't last.

   "I dunno.  I'll call you."

   "Wait a minute," Teresa said laughing.  "I'm supposed to be the one who
plays hard to get." Then she asked, "Have I done something wrong?"

   "No, not at all," I hastened to assure her.

   "I hope you don't think badly of me because I acted like a slut with
you."

   "You didn't act that way.  You were wonderful.  You were beautiful.  You
still are.  It's just that I'm having a lot of personal problems right now
and they're bound to get a lot worse.  I don't want to involve you in
them."

   "I want to get involved," said Teresa.  "I love you.  I guess I've loved
you since I was in kindergarten.  Then when Hannah told me you were seeing
someone else I guess I kind of panicked.  Sounds silly, doesn't it? 
Talking about love and commitment at our age, I mean."

   "You wouldn't want to have anything to do with me if you knew the
truth." Well, at least one mystery was solved.  Hannah had found out about
Vera and me.  She figured out that Vera was the one who told me how to get
into her pants.  My sister must have known about Teresa's crush on me.  She
exacted her revenge by arranging for me to pop Teresa's cherry.  This
scenario was basically confirmed in a later conversation with Hannah.

   "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Eddie," Teresa declared.  "So
you might as well forget it."

   I let go of Teresa's hand and faced her.  "I'm the one who got your
sister pregnant," I stated.

   I expected Teresa to burst into tears and run away.  I expected yelling,
blows and recriminations.  I was prepared to take it all.  I deserved it
all.  I expected everything except what actually happened.  Teresa's
expression hardened.

   "You'd better tell me everything," she said.

   I told Teresa everything, leaving nothing out.  I told her about Vera,
Hannah and the condoms.  I even told her about my mom.  I told what I knew
and when I knew it.  I told her what I suspected.  It really didn't take
that long to tell.  I just had to get it off my chest.  Teresa listened to
me silently and didn't ask any questions.

   "I need to think," she said finally.  "Meet me back here after school."
She walked away without another word.

   I didn't think I could make it through classes that day but I did. 
After school I waited for Teresa at the very spot she told me to.  She kept
me waiting at least 20 minutes, on purpose, I think.  Teresa strode right
by me without saying a word and I hurried to catch up.

   "I realize now that boys don't have morals.  They only think about their
own pleasure.  They'd stick their pricks in a light socket if they could
get off with it." I'd never heard her use strong language before.  I could
tell she'd lost all respect for me but it was nothing I didn't deserve.

   "I believe I have a plan which might save your ass but you're going to
have do whatever I tell you when I tell you and not worry your pretty
little head about why I tell you to do it.  Do you understand or should I
talk slower?"

   "I understand," I said.  Teresa was purposely humiliating me but that
was okay as long as she got me out of my jam.  I figured it was her right.

   She stopped and faced me in much the same way I'd faced her that
morning. "I'm not really that angry with you.  I feel betrayed, yes, but
not by you.  Vera knew how I felt about you but she didn't hesitate to lure
you into her bed when it suited her purposes.  I'm sure Hannah knew also
through Vera.  I'll deal with both of them in my own way."

   I'd never seen such a determined look on Teresa's face.  Her tone of
voice sounded frightening coming from a young girl.  I actually started to
feel sorry for Vera and Hannah.

   "You may walk me home now.  Here.  Make yourself useful," Teresa said
handing me her book bag.  I had my own book bag to deal with so I propped
hers under my arm and struggled to keep up.  I made a couple of tentative
moves to take her hand but Teresa ignored my attempts.  There was no
further conversation the rest of the way home.  When we got to Teresa's
home she held out her hand for her book bag.

   "I expect you'll stop sleeping with your mother and sister?"

   "I already have," I answered.

   "Fine.  Meet me here at eleven o'clock tonight." The expression on her
face just dared me to ask why.  I nodded weakly and went home.

   I hadn't eaten in 24 hours and despite my continuing stress I ate hearty
that evening.  My mother looked on approvingly as I finished my plate and
went back for seconds.  Also, I was better able to concentrate on my
homework.  I guess I thought Teresa might actually help me deal with my
crisis and it made me feel better.  She certainly seemed confident.

   I was exhausted from the previous night's lack of sleep but I didn't
dare try to get some rest for fear of falling asleep and missing my eleven
o'clock appointment with Teresa.  Mom didn't ask me again about coming
upstairs.  At 10:55 I crept out and met Teresa at exactly eleven o'clock.

   She was standing at her front door.  Teresa gestured at me to keep quiet
and motioned me inside.  It was dark inside and I stood still until my eyes
adjusted.  A shadow suddenly loomed in front of me and I gasped in fright.
Both Teresa and the shadow shushed me.  I finally recognized Vera and I
began to relax although not by much.  I was very aware of the threats Vera
made to me if I blabbed about our relationship.  Certainly Vera now knew
that I'd told Teresa.  It was too dark to read Vera's expression but she
appeared to be waiting for Teresa to say something.

   "Do you really want my help?" Teresa asked.

   I nodded my head and then realized she probably couldn't see my gesture
and said, "Yes."

   "Then take your prick out of your pants and masturbate," Teresa ordered.

   I hesitated for a moment.  Was this a test or another humiliation?  I
sighed deeply and did as I was told.  I had promised Teresa to cooperate
and not ask questions.  I didn't really have a choice.  Eventually I might
discover some rhyme or reason to her orders.

   "I guess I'm a little nervous." Normally I would have gotten instantly
hard but the circumstances were too weird.  I'd been masturbating for a few
minutes and hadn't attained a proper erection yet.

   "Help him," said Teresa.

   Vera moved my hand away from my prick and grabbed it with her own hand.
She began masturbating me.  It helped a little but I was a long way from a
healthy cum.  Vera seemed to sense this.  She got down on her knees and
took my prick in her mouth.  Mmmm.  Vera was a good cocksucker.  My prick
started responding properly and before long I felt ready to cum.

   "Swallow it, bitch," I ordered.

   Vera took her mouth off my prick.  "In your dreams, asshole." She went
back to jacking me off with her hands and in a few moments I was squirting
my cum into a small glass container that I hadn't seen before.  Vera
quickly handed the container to Teresa who started up the stairs.

   "Will somebody please tell me what's going on?"

   Teresa hesitated for a moment and then said, "Tell him." She then
disappeared upstairs.

   "It's very simple, actually," said Vera.  "We're going to use your sperm
to get Mom pregnant."



   ------

   Chapter 5

   "What!" I said aloud.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Teresa
was going to impregnate her mom?

   "Quiet, you little fool!" Vera hissed.  Even in the dark I could tell
she wanted to strangle me.

   "You guys can't do this," I whispered urgently.  "We'll all get in
trouble." I began to imagine me wearing shirts with numbers across the
chest.  This was crazy.

   "Duh!  I think we're already in trouble, Einstein.  Haven't you figured
that out yet?  At least you and I are." Vera did have a way of stating
things plainly.

   "But how will this help?" As far as I could see knocking up Mrs. 
Gonzalez would just put me in deeper shit than I was already.

   "A good question," Vera said.  "Let's go sit down and I'll explain it so
that even you can understand.  But first, zip up.  You're not getting any
tonight and we wouldn't want you to catch cold."

   I felt my ears burning as I zipped up.  I was glad we were still in the
dark.  I guess I should have been used to Vera's sarcasm by now.  I'd been
hearing it for years but she always managed to get to me.

   "What exactly is Teresa doing?" I asked Vera as we sat down on the couch
in the living room.

   "Well, like I was saying, she's inseminating Mom by inserting a
sperm-filled syringe into her vagina and injecting the load deep inside
her. We slipped a sleeping pill into her supper tonight so she'll sleep
like a baby.  With any luck she'll wake up in the morning with one growing
inside her belly."

   "But how will that help us?"

   "My mom is intent on putting the father of my baby in prison or, in your
case, reform school.  I'm not sure she'll succeed but my mom will raise the
biggest stink possible and generally embarrass everyone.  If she falls
pregnant mysteriously she'll be too humiliated to proceed.  As a side
benefit my mom will get off my back."

   "This sounds too crazy," I objected.  "I don't think it'll work."

   "Fine.  Let's hear your solution."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  "I don't have any," I admitted.

   Vera slipped an arm around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.  Despite
the frequent sex we'd engaged in we really hadn't displayed any affection
for each other and it took me by surprise.  Was this crisis softening her
steely exterior?  I took a risk and leaned my head on her shoulder.  She
didn't object.

   "We're lucky Teresa still loves us," said Vera.  "She's as smart as they
come.  Her methods may not make sense to you but she does get good results.
Besides, we're desperate.  Anything's worth a try."

   "But what happens if something goes wrong?  I don't want Teresa to get
in trouble too."

   "I'm ready to take the full blame for anything that goes wrong," Vera
explained.  "It won't matter anyway.  Right now I rank somewhere below
Osama bin Laden on my mom's popularity list."

   "You're not so bad," I said.  I really meant it.

   "That's sweet of you to say that," Vera replied.  She turned in her seat
and kissed me.  I kissed her back.  I was a little surprised when I felt
her tongue in my mouth but I pushed back with my own.  Maybe we'd start
getting along I thought.  We broke the kiss and Vera smiled at me.

   "How did that taste, dick breath?"

   I got up quickly and rushed to the kitchen sink.  The bitch had done it
to me again.  I'd completely forgotten that Vera had just finished sucking
my prick and now she'd shared the flavor with me.  I rinsed my mouth out
with water.  I was about to use a few choice words on her when I saw Teresa
coming down the stairs.

   "Did you explain everything to Eddie?"

   "I think so.  He doesn't like it but he'll do it."

   "I just don't like the risk you're taking," I protested.  I didn't like
the whole thing but I had no convincing arguments against it.

   "That's sweet of you to say that," Teresa replied.  I visibly flinched
when she used that expression but I didn't hesitate when she kissed me.

   "I'm glad this part is over," I said when we broke the kiss.

   "It's not over yet," said Teresa.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.  "You inseminated your mom and when she
turns up pregnant she'll be too embarrassed to raise a stink.  That's what
Vera said your plan is."

   "That's true but you obviously don't know anything about female biology.
Weren't you paying any attention in health class?"

   "I know enough," I insisted.  I glared at Vera when she started
giggling.

   "Then you should know that we'll have to keep on doing this until we
know she's caught," Teresa explained.  "You have to back here at eleven
o'clock tomorrow night and every night after that until we're sure."

   I visibly sagged but I didn't say anything.  It was plain to me that I
wouldn't be getting a sympathetic hearing if I complained.  I wished Teresa
a good night and crept back home.

   I think I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

   I won't go into detail about the next ten nights because it was
essentially the same as that first night.  I'd meet Teresa at eleven
o'clock at night, masturbate into a small cup and wait downstairs while
Teresa dosed her mother with my sperm.  I wanted to leave after giving her
my sperm donation but Teresa insisted that I waited until she came back. 
In the meantime Vera would bitch and complain about the feelings of nausea
she was now experiencing from her pregnancy and generally cursing at me.  I
felt sorry for her but there was nothing that we could do about it now.

   I guess I should have expected that my mom would eventually find out
about my nightly strolls but I was still surprised when she met me at the
door one night around midnight.

   "I'd like to know what you're doing out at this time of the night," Mom
said.

   "Nothing," I said.  The last thing I wanted to do was explaining the
unexplainable but Mom wouldn't leave it alone.

   "I've watched you go out and come back now for about a week and there's
no way you can tell me that nothing's going on.  I've given up on trying to
talk sense into you but I think I deserve to know what you're getting
yourself into now."

   I sighed deeply.  Perhaps she did deserve to know.  Perhaps I deserved
being fitted for a straitjacket.  I felt like I was losing my mind.

   "I'm trying to get Clara Gonzalez pregnant," I said.

   "You're sleeping with Clara Gonzalez now?"

   "No, Mom.  I'm just trying to get her pregnant.  I know that doesn't
make any sense but it's the truth."

   "You bet it doesn't make sense.  Would you mind expanding on your
explanation?"

   "Well, it's kind of complicated." I tried to explain everything from
beginning to end.  Every once in a while, Mom would ask a question but
otherwise she just kept quiet and listened.

   "Pretty crazy, huh?  What do you think?" I asked when I finished my
tale.

   "Knowing Clara Gonzalez as I do," Mom said, "I think it just might
work." She started giggling.

   "Huh?" I certainly didn't expect that reaction from my mother.

   "Oh, I know you expected an 'I told you so' lecture about ruining your
own and other people's lives.  And please don't think I'm laughing at you.
It's just a way of dealing with stress that I find works for me.  You're
still my son and I do wish the best for you.

   I just wish I knew what Teresa was planning next.  She's a very smart
girl and I would tend to trust her completely.  Would you mind if I talked
to her?"

   "Go ahead if you want," I said.  Hell, things couldn't get worse than
they already were if Mom talked to Teresa.  Things were already at rock
bottom.  I just couldn't see how things could improve.

   "I guess we'd better get some rest," I said.  "We can talk some more
tomorrow." I was glad I'd been able to confide in my mother.  My troubles
didn't feel so terrible now I'd gotten some of it off my chest.  To be
sure, I was exhausted.  The late nights were taking a toll on me.

   "Would you like to come up and sleep in my bed?  Frankly, I've been
missing your company."

   "Sure," I said.  I'd been missing sleeping up there myself.  It seemed
funny that my mom had gotten so used to me sleeping with her that she
actually missed me.  Despite my current troubles my prick started waking up
when I was invited upstairs.  Of course sex with my mom was now out of the
question.  I'd disposed of the rest of Vera's condoms and hadn't purchased
any more.

   When we got upstairs I undressed quickly and got under the covers.  Mom
was already in her pajamas and I was very surprised when she also undressed
before joining me.  She crawled into my arms and kissed me tenderly.  I
kissed back and my prick stood at full attention when Mom started caressing
it.  Usually this was our foreplay prior to fucking.  The only thing I
lacked was a condom.

   I couldn't fathom the idea of my mom going this far if there was a risk
of pregnancy.  I definitely wanted to fuck her.  I hadn't been laid since
the time in Hannah's bedroom with Teresa.  I was definite horny.  Jacking
off into a cup didn't count and it certainly wasn't satisfying.  I wouldn't
hesitate if Mom wanted to fuck but I certainly wouldn't force the issue if
she warned me off.  I'd learned my lesson in that respect, at least. 
Neither Mom nor Hannah had complained of missing their periods.  Perhaps
there was only one bad condom among the batch and Vera had been unlucky.

   All reasoning and rationalization was forgotten when Mom positioned
herself above my prick and allowed it to slide into her snatch.  Gosh!  My
first bareback fuck and it was with my own Mom.  I was an instant convert.
Fucking without a condom was definitely more pleasurable than fucking with
a condom.  Perhaps I'd talk to the women in my life and convince them to
get on the pill.  It was too late for Vera and I wasn't interested in Clara
anyway but as far as Mom, Hannah and Teresa were concerned it was an ideal
way to be safe and have fun at the same time.

   Gosh!  Was my self-confidence coming back to me?  Nothing like a good
fuck to make that happen.  And what a good fuck!  Mom was making it as good
as I ever had it.  Maybe it was the extra sensation I was having without
the condom or less reticence on my mother's part.  Whatever it was, I
wanted the feeling to last all night.

   Unfortunately my body disagreed with my desire.  My stamina had been
sapped by the late nights and if I didn't cum quickly I'd probably have to
give up and go to sleep, a first for me.  I sped up my pace and in a few
minutes I finally dumped my load inside my mom's cunt.  We hugged and
kissed for a few minutes after that.

   "Can we stay like this all night?" I asked.

   "I think that can be arranged," Mom said.

   "Why don't you get on the pill, Mom?  I'd like to do this every night."

   "Every night?  What would you do about the other women in your life? 
Don't you think you should save some for them?"

   I laughed.  "Yeah, I'd better.  Okay.  How about every other night?"

   Mom laughed too.  "Sure, why not?"

   "Then you'll get on the pill?  I don't like using condoms and I don't
want to get you pregnant."

   "You don't want to get me pregnant?  Well, for your information I'm
already pregnant."



   ------

   Chapter 6

   Pregnant!  There was that word again.

   "Shit!"

   "Shit?  Is that all you have to say?"

   Damn!  What did she want me to say?  'Oh, that's great, Mom. 
Congratulations, you're going to be the mother of my child.  Let's
celebrate.'

   "I'm sorry, Mom," I said finally.  Yes, I know it was a lame apology but
I couldn't think of anything else to say.  I was in shock, after all.

   "I'm sorry, Mom," Mom mimicked.  "You force your sister and me, your
mother into sex, get us pregnant-"

   "Hannah, too?" Double shit!

   "Oh yes.  I haven't told you everything.  Hannah has tested positive,
also.  'Oh, I'll use a condom, '" she mimicked again.

   I really don't think Mom was enjoying this but it seemed like it at the
time.  She'd warned me against the dangerous game I was playing.  I refused
to listen and now Mom was getting her digs in.

   "I didn't mean to get anyone pregnant, Mom.  Honest!" Boy!  That excuse
wasn't even good enough to be called lame.

   Mom sneered at me.  "You know, you remind me of those news stories about
the gang members who fire loaded weapons into a crowd and then they claim
they never meant to hit anyone."

   Mom was right.  I was a total fuck-up.  I got up out of bed, picked up
my clothing and started out the door.

   "Where do you think you're going, young man?"

   "Just out," I said.  "I'm tired, Mom.  I'm not trying to run away.  I'm
just going downstairs to sleep." Actually, the thought of running away had
crossed my mind but where would I go?  I didn't have any employable skills
and I was too young to get a job anyway.

   "You might as well sleep here.  Like I said, I've missed your company.
We'll try to deal with these problems in the morning."

   "I just want to be alone," I protested.

   "There are going to be some changes around here.  You're going to start
doing as you're told when you're told or you'll be alone in the streets for
all I care-in the next five minutes.  What's your decision?"

   It didn't take me long to decide.  My spirit was broken.  I dropped my
clothing and crawled back into my mom's bed.  I think I would have cried
but I was too numb.

   "Now get to sleep," Mom whispered as she hugged me.

   No way I'm going to be able to sleep I thought but that was the last
thing I remembered before I heard the clock radio blaring music about six
hours later.

   Nothing much happened that morning, which was Saturday.  I picked at my
breakfast and avoided Hannah's extra deadly stares.  No words were
exchanged between us and I guess none were needed.  Hannah obviously knew
I'd been told of her condition.

   Around noon Mom told me that she and Hannah were going out.  I was to
stay home and not invite anyone into the house.  I merely nodded my head. I
wasn't expecting anyone anyway.  During my sex escapades I'd pretty much
been out of touch with my school friends.

   About two hours later Mom and Hannah returned.  They actually seemed in
pretty good spirits.  My curiosity had been piqued but Mom kept me waiting
for a couple of more hours before finally calling me into her bedroom.

   "Your sister and I had a very nice chat with Vera and Teresa over lunch
today."

   "What did you guys talk about?" I knew Mom wanted to talk to Teresa but
I didn't know the talking would include Hannah and Vera.

   "We talked about the present situation, how it started and how things
got out of control.  We talked about how things would be handled from now
on.  We discussed our future and we discussed your future."

   "You guys discussed my future?  Don't you think I should at least be
there when my own future is being discussed?  I mean, I'd like my thoughts
to be considered, too." I didn't like how this discussion was going at all.
I could already tell some decisions were being made without any input from
me at all.

   "Oh, I think you've had your say.  You've let your prick do your talking
for you and now the girls and I have to use our brains to help deal with
the mess created."

   "Jeez, Mom," I protested.  "Do I at least get to know what's been
decided?  I have to at least agree to it, don't I?"

   "Not necessarily," Mom said blithely.  "We'll tell you what's been
decided, of course.  But if you don't agree, we'll just let the chips fall
where they may.  I certainly won't lift a finger to defend you if rape
charges are brought against you by Mrs.  Gonzalez.  Of course, additional
charges will be made when they discover that you've also raped and
impregnated your mother and your sister."

   Blackmail!  That was the only word for it.  But I was completely
helpless.  One look at my mom told me she really wouldn't help me if the
shit hit the fan.  I shrugged my shoulders in defeat.  I was getting a lot
of shoulder exercise lately.

   "Can I ask what's been decided so far?" I was just curious, that's all.

   "Well, I guess that's fair," Mom replied.  "Of course, some things might
change with further discussions but that's to be expected.  You only have
to worry about doing what you're told."

   "Fine!" I exclaimed.  "Just tell me.  Please!" My ego had already been
flattened but Mom wanted to drive over it a couple of more times with a
steamroller just to make sure.

   "For one thing, you're going to continue cooperating with Teresa to get
Clara pregnant.  As soon as all five of us..."

   "Five?" I interrupted.  "I only count four."

   "You're forgetting Teresa."

   "Teresa can't be pregnant.  We only had sex once.  The condoms weren't
that rotten, were they?" I was beginning to get depressed.

   Mom giggled.  "I wouldn't know but Teresa has been trying to impregnate
herself as well as her mother with those nightly doses of sperm."

   "That's crazy!  Why would Teresa want to do that?" All the women in my
life are crazy I thought.

   "As funny as it sounds I think she may be in love with you." Mom seemed
amused.  "She's the only one you should have gotten pregnant, if you were
going to do it to anyone."

   I blushed in shame.  Teresa loved me even after everything that had
happened.  But did we have a future?  Teresa and I weren't prepared for a
baby.  We were still just kids.

   "Hasn't anyone thought about abortion?" I asked.  Even as I asked the
question I could tell I was treading on thin ice.  I'd never paid attention
to my mom's views on abortion but I knew I was about to find out.

   "Oh, sure.  That's an option.  Is that what you want us to do?"

   "Well, I think it's something you guys should consider."

   "You know," Mom said, "your father and I were already having our
problems when you were conceived.  He actually suggested I get an abortion.
I mean, you were so inconvenient at the time.  Do you think I should have
done it?"

   "I, uh..." I didn't know what to say.  Discussing abortion is a pretty
academic exercise until it starts getting personal.  I started getting a
creepy feeling.  My father had suggested getting rid of me just as I was
now suggesting it for my children.  I wanted to bring up the incestuous
blood ties, which I'd read about in health class but as long as my mom
didn't bring it up, I wouldn't either.

   "Don't worry, honey," Mom declared.  "I haven't regretted for a minute
telling your father to go stick it." She gave me an extra hard hug and I
hugged her back.  I was so glad she was my mom.  Despite all the stress I'd
been through my prick started to harden as Mom's body pressed against me.

   Mom smiled.  "Why don't you save it for Teresa?  She'll be here in a
little bit."

   "Really?" I didn't feel in control of anything now but I was becoming
resigned to it.

   "Sure," she said.  "Now that almost everything is out in the open Teresa
and you can work on making a baby here during the day.  At night you'll
work on giving Clara a baby."

   Things worked out pretty much as planned.  Teresa and Clara eventually
missed their periods and tested positive for pregnancy.  Clara, of course,
was pretty bewildered.  Vera had some fun taunting her mother.  She told
Clara that the father of her child was Quasimodo, the big-pricked black
dwarf.  He had dropped by for a visit while she was asleep, taken advantage
of her and she hadn't felt a thing.  Clara actually cried in relief when
she told I was the father and the circumstances behind it.  Then she got
mad and threatened everyone but even she came to accept the situation.

   The two townhouses were sold and the equity from both bought a pretty
nice house outside of southern California.  It's pretty crowded but we now
all live together.

   As I write this I am now the father of five and have five "wives." This
is a fantasy for some but to me it more like a nightmare.  No one pays
attention to me.  Even though I'm the man of the house I am more like the
house man.  I have five women to choose from but I don't really get to
choose.  I'm the bed partner of whoever's turn it is.  Even Clara, who
won't speak to me directly and refers to me as the "rapist" though I never
actually touched her, demands her "conjugal rights." I'm not allowed to use
a condom.

   I'm never left alone.  There's always at least one of them with me. 
It's like I'm not to be trusted and will turn promiscuous with some strange
stuff if given the chance.  I've assured them that I've learned my lesson
but they're not buying it.  I don't have any outside acquaintances as a
result and no one to confide in.  Anything I say to one is general
knowledge to the others in no time at all.

   Mom and Clara both had their tubes tied after their babies were born. 
Teresa is raising those two as if she was their natural mother.  Mom and
Clara will be "Grandma" to all the children.  Teresa even offered to adopt
Hannah's and Vera's children but they both declined.  Teresa and I are
engaged, by the way.  We will be married on her 16th birthday.  Even though
Teresa is the youngest she's shown the most deference and is at the top of
the pecking order.  Being Teresa's fiance gives me no status at all and I
remain at the bottom of the pecking order.

   Pregnancy allowed Vera to blossom physically.  She's really filled out
and become quite attractive.  Unfortunately she's still as sharp-tongued as
ever.  In addition to calling me "stud" she now calls me "fuck toy" and
"bimbo." That's just not right.

   Hannah is the only one to give me a son.  He's already being talked
about being a stud for his sisters.  That's another thing that's just not
right.  I feel sorry for the little guy.  Teresa has already let it be
known that she doesn't expect to stop at one child and she wants more
nieces and nephews.  None of the girls are on birth control.  Vera and
Hannah don't intend to disappoint her.  I don't intend to defy her.  There
is something about Teresa that frightens me even though she's very pretty
and comes across as having a very sweet disposition.  I don't even try to
stick up for myself anymore.  If I had to do it all over again I certainly
wouldn't have made a grab for Hannah's tits.

   It's late at night.  It's my turn to watch the babies.  Yes, I have to
take a turn at feeding and changing them.  I try to respond quickly because
one crying baby usually wakes up the others.  I get so tired but the others
say it's only fair that I share in the childcare.  Shit!  One of the babies
is crying now.  I gotta go.
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