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(F/m-teen, F-solo, reluc, inc, bd, tor, preg/abort) *** Thirteen year old John stood beside the bedroom door, his hard on raging and dribbling precum in his pants. He listened intently to his parents talking downstairs. "Here's the number of the hotel I'll be staying at," he heard Martin, his father, say. "And you have my cell number." 'C'mon,' thought John. 'Hurry up and leave already!' "Okay," said John's devilishly beautiful mother Karen. "Oh, and don't forget about the conference with John's teacher on Wednesday," the old man said. Martin said a few things more softly, probably complaining about his son's terrible performance and citizenship in school. John didn't care about any of that. All his time, effort, and planning had gone into what was going to take place in a few minutes once his father left him and Karen alone. "I love you," said Martin. "I love you, too," said Karen as she kissed her husband goodbye. Rage and jealousy flared through John's heart. At long last, John heard the front door click shut. He waited intently as he heard the doors to his father's car open and shut. Finally, its engine revved up and the car was out the driveway. John couldn't hold back his smile. John listened to his mother climb the stairs and enter the master bedroom for her normal evening routine before bed. Immediately, John threw open his door and followed her in. Karen was a mere thirty years old and looked beautiful. She had pale white skin that contrasted beautifully with her dark brown hair which curled down to her chin. Her breasts were perfect D-cup globes and her ass was as big, white, and round as the moon. That moon-butt was the first thing John saw when he entered the master bedroom. Karen was bent over the sink. Her too-short nightdress rode up, exposing a tantalizing bit of her buttocks and her white cotton panties. "Hello, John," said Karen. She stayed bent over the sink, oblivious to the primal urges it awoke in her young son. Most people would blame John for what he was about to do to his mother. But John knew it was really Karen's fault. It was her fault for wearing those skimpy nightdresses that she had outgrown as a preteen. It was her fault for exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage. It was her fault for bending over the sink like that. And it was his father's fault for leaving them alone for a whole month. A whole month alone with this beauty. By now, John's cock was completely solid. Karen looked at her son's strange expression in the mirror. His mouth was open slightly and he was staring downward. Staring...at her bottom? No, that was silly. She was his mother. But he was getting uncomfortably close. "John?" Without a word, John flipped up his mother's skirt and clumsily pulled down her panties. Before Karen could say anything, John's cock was already pushing into her cunt. "Uh! Unnh!" John grunted as he pushed himself in with a slight popping sensation. Karen felt excitement rush through her crotch and thighs. Her cunt began to moisten. "Oh Mommy...Mommy!" John groaned. The excitement in Karen's own loins grew and she felt her face and body get hot. John's thrusts picked up speed. He kept saying "Mommy," a word he hadn't used since childhood. Karen knew that her son was in heaven. "Mommy, I'm gonna cum! MOMMEEEEEEEYYY!!" A torrent of pent up cum blew out of John's shaft. She felt it splattering on the inside of her belly, filling her fertile womb. John kept stroking, enjoying the afterglow of his climax. "Oh Mommy," he gasped. "Mommy, I love you." As John came down from his high and Karen recovered from her shock, the two shared a silent moment. John stood behind his mother, his softening shaft still inside her. Karen remained bent over. Unable to look her son in the eye, she stared at his reflection in the mirror. Without saying a word, John pulled out of his mother and walked calmly out the room. XXXXX The next night, John went into his mother's room. Like last time, Karen was leaning over the sink. But something was different. She wasn't doing anything at the sink. She was bending over only for her son. Her ass was sticking out, deliberately offered to him. As John approached her, his erection straining towards her like a beast on a leash, she didn't object. He ran a hand over her round apple-shaped bottom before reaching under her skirt and lifting it up. She wasn't wearing panties. Karen silently stuck her ass out even more, exposing her pussy. This time John knew exactly what to do. He slid his shaft into the channel he had come from. She was so warm and wet. "Mommy, oh Mommy," he whispered. "I'm so hard for you." He started humping, which elicited little gasps and moans from his mother. "Oh...unn..." Karen said softly as her son's pelvis thrust at her from behind. "Mommy. Mommy!" John kept saying Mommy. It aroused him greatly to remind himself that this was his mother and that their coupling was incestuous, adulterous, and forbidden. "Oh! Oh, Johnny baby!" Karen surprised her son with her suddenly loud gasps and moans. The contractions of her vagina became faster and stronger, a sensation John hadn't experienced last time. "Oh my darling son! Fuck...fuck me harder! FUCK MEEEEE!" Karen began thrusting herself back onto her son's cock as hard as she could, banging herself between the sink and her son. "Oh God yeah!" John felt the familiar rush of pleasure flood through his shaft and spurt deep into his mother. He slowed down his thrusts until he finally stopped and pulled out. On impulse, John knelt down and kissed his mother's left ass cheek. For the next week, John and Karen's mating became a strange ritual. Every night, Karen would bend over the sink and wait for her son. Afterwards, they would go about their usual routine, pretending that nothing had happened. John, still inexperienced, came quickly but heavily, spurting the heavy loads of a boy who had been tormented by lust all day. Karen soon learned to look forward to their trysts and, at the end of each day, she was as horny as her son. By the end of their first week alone, Karen was cumming more quickly than her son. The weekend came and John intended to make the most of it. He awoke early Saturday morning, threw off his boxers, and practically ran naked to his mother's bedroom. He found her splayed out on the bed, her covers kicked away. Her skirt had ridden up in her sleep. John was momentarily stunned as he watched his mother's chest rise and fall gently with each sleeping breath. 'Oh, God,' he thought as his member strained. 'She's so beautiful.' Not wanting to waste a second of that precious weekend, he scrambled onto her bed. He groped desperately at her breasts, stirring her from her rest. "Mmm...wha...what?" Karen was startled from her sleep. "Joh..." Her voice was cut off as John covered her lips with his own. Her son forced his tongue into her mouth, massaging her own passive tongue with it. He moved his mouth down her neck and, right before he reached her breasts, Karen pulled away. It took John a moment to realize that his mother, the object of his lust and obsession, had pulled away from him. He let out a small shout, almost a scream. "John," Karen said, trying to keep calm. She pulled her blanket around her body, trying and failing to hide her tits. "We can't do this. Not now." John could barely muster the will to speak. He gaped at his mother's forbidden body. He had a mere forty-eight hours before school and he wanted to make the most of it. "John, if you have...sex," Karen forced the word out, "with me now, I'll get pregnant. Your father had a vasectomy so I don't have any birth control." John mouthed the word "No" but no sound came out. His mother continued. "What we did this week was a mistake, John," Karen said, not noticing her son's torment. She accidentally looked down and shuddered with suppressed temptation, seeing her son's developed member for the first time. "We shouldn't be doing this anymore. We have to stop." "No," John said softly. "No. NO!" He yelled, startling his mother. He seized her and forced her down onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head. He straddled her waist, holding her down with a strength born of desperation. "I've wanted you for too long," John growled. "I've needed you and I've had to watch HIM have his way with you, that unworthy old bastard. Now I have my chance and I'm taking it!" With a single powerful thrust, John forced his cock deep into her cunt, where her fertile egg was waiting. "No, John! No!" Karen shouted, tears coming to her eyes. "I'm your mother! This is INCEST!" As her son thrust into her, she pushed and thrust back trying to buck him off. Her powerful thrashing only served to heighten her son's arousal. "You know I'm fertile. Please stop, John. You could get me pregnant!" "Yes! Oh God YES!" John cried out as he unleashed his first load of sperm into his mom's womb. Karen yanked herself off of her son and pushed him away, his cock still spurting. Some of his seed arched through the air and splattered on the stomach of her nightdress. By now, she was sobbing openly, tears flowing down her cheeks. "How could you do this to me?" she asked through her sobs. "How could you...rape your own mother?" She tried to get out of the bed. John grabbed her arm and threw her onto the ground. In an instant, he was on top of her once again. "I'm going to get you pregnant," he blurted out, speaking more to himself than to her. "I'm going to fuck you and make my own little sister in you." Once again, he forced himself into her. He humped at her slowly at first, building speed and strength. Karen's giant tits shook with each thrust. "I'm going to fuck you and get you pregnant," John said as he thrust into her. His eyes glazed over as, in his overpowering lust, he revealed his perverse fantasies. "I'm gonna get you pregnant and watch your tits swell with milk. What'll they be, F-cups? I'll fuck you through all your trimesters while your belly swells with my baby. You'll give me blowjobs so our daughter, your granddaughter, can taste my cum before she's even born! I'll raise that little bitch on semen for the rest of her life. I'll fuck her and make her pregnant with another daughter. I'll have so many little incest bitches to fuck." As Karen heard her son's vile words, her thrusts turned from struggle to reciprocation. He fucked her and she fucked back. There was something so perverse, yet so natural about her son returning to her womb to plant his own seed. She missed being filled with thick, live baby-making seed. She missed having sex the way nature intended. "Y-yes..." Karen gasped. "Yes, what, Mommy?" John asked excitedly. She was finally breaking. "I want it. I want you to cum in me and make your baby in my womb!" John held back, waiting for the words he wanted to hear. "But what about Dad?" he asked innocently. "FUCK HIM!" Karen shouted with an anger that startled even her son. "He's a wimp with tiny, hollowed-out balls who can't please me. You're the man in my life now. You're the only one with the right to cum in my womb. I belong to you! Now take your mother's hot body and use it the way nature intended! I dare you get impregnate me! Make me mother my own grandchildren!" "Yes! YES! AAAHHH!" John shouted in pleasure and triumph as he hit his climax. His cum surged from his balls and through his shaft, invading the place where only his father's watery semen had the right to be. The perverse, adulterous, incestuous pleasure triggered Karen's own orgasm. Her body writhed and thrashed around underneath her son. Her hips spasmed wildly, bringing him to another orgasm, adding to the millions of sperm flowing into her and hunting for her egg. Karen spent the weekend in a daze. She and John hardly left the bed. They ordered takeout, with Karen answering the door naked and with incestuous baby juice slipping between her thighs. She absolutely loved the look on the delivery girl's face when the girl heard John call "Mom!" It was shocked and slightly aroused. Sunday afternoon came with Karen and John cuddled together in John's bed, taking a rare break. Karen disentangled herself from her son's embrace. "Where are you going?" asked John. "To get a pregnancy test," said Karen. "I don't think I really need it. With all the cum you fucked into me, I'm almost certainly pregnant. But just to make sure..." "Don't worry, Mom. I already got one." John pulled open a drawer in his nightstand and held it out to her. 'He had one?' Karen thought. She smiled wickedly. "How long were you planning this?" "For a very long time. Remember that time we showered together because you were freaking out about saving water?" "You were eight years old." "You cleaned my dick with soap," said John. "You took a really long time. That was when you gave me my first orgasm. Ever since then, I wanted you to do it again." Another mini-orgasm clinched Karen's crotch. She remembered that she had played with John's dick and guiltily masturbated to the memory for years. She remembered being afraid that someday, John would expose her as a molester. "I made you cum? Wow." Karen went into the bathroom to take the test. As Karen expected, the strip turned blue. John stared at the blue strip, elated and already entertaining fantasies of what he'd do to his sister/daughter. But as Karen stared at that blue strip, sanity suddenly returned to her. "Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my GOD!" She dropped the strip onto the bed and buried her face into her hands. "I can't believe it. Martin..." "Forget Martin, Mom," John growled, angered by his lover's mention of his father. "Don't you want this? What about all that stuff you said?" "John, baby, there's nothing I want more than to become your lover forever. You've given me things your father could never do and from now on, I'll consider you my husband. Not that inferior little man. But what are we going to do? We have proof that I cheated on him. I'll be arrested and the government will take you away from me." She held back tears. "I have to get an abortion." "NO!" John was not willing to lose his future daughter- whore. "Divorce him." "But what if he gets custody of you?" asked Karen. "He makes so much more money than me. The courts will give him to you." John remembered what he was told by a friend whose parents divorced. "Wait till I'm fourteen. Then I can choose who to go with myself." "But your birthday is in four months! I'll definitely be showing by then." "Wear loose clothes," said John, hating the fact that he was telling his mother to conceal her hot body. "Do whatever you can to hide your pregnancy. Will you do that?" Karen nodded and smiled bravely. "I will. I'm just so scared I'll lose you. I feel like I'm getting to know my son for the first time." "Don't worry. Soon we'll be free." John put a hand on Karen's belly. "Just the three of us." The next four months were frightening. Karen draped oversized dresses over her body and refused to so much as cuddle with her husband. She was constantly looking at him out of the corner of her eye, wondering if he was suspicious. All this time, her belly grew until even her loosest dresses could not contain her bulge. If Martin were more observant, he would certainly know he had been made a cuckold. Anxious and impatient, Karen thrust the divorce papers into Martin's arms right after John's fourteenth birthday party. Martin was so shocked and heartbroken that the divorce proceedings went quickly and he hardly put up a fight. Karen and John walked away with the house, half their money, and substantial child support payments. The second John and Karen returned home from court, Karen threw off her hot, oversized coat, revealing her four-month pregnancy. It felt so good to walk openly pregnant, her distended belly revealed. She ran her hands over the bulge, containing the life that John one day hoped to fuck, enticing her son. They spent the night fucking wildly, months of pent-up lust released at once. It was their first real threesome with mother, son, and sister/daughter. John fulfilled his fantasy of getting a blowjob to feed his baby girl cum many times over. The first opportunity they got (after fucking), Karen and John visited a hospital to get their baby checked. After various tests, the doctor met with them. "Well, I wish you'd come earlier, but your baby's doing fine," the doctor said. "It's healthy and developing normally. There's one small problem, but it's nothing to worry about. The amniotic sac that protects the fetus seems a bit weaker than usual but so long as you avoid any heavy lifting, trauma, or sexual activity, it'll be fine." The doctor smiled at John. "Your little brother's doing fine." John's heart jumped. "My brother?" "Yes," the doctor said. "We checked the baby's gender. It's a boy!" John's mind was filled with images of his beloved mother bent over, her cunt being filled with the seed of another boy. Another boy fucking his mom. Another boy drinking his milk. No daughter to have threesomes with. No daughter to fuck and knock up with yet another generation of daughters. He would have to share his mother. SHARE his hard-earned prize fuck-toy. He could see all his plans of his perfect lifestyle, with a harem of beautiful daughters and his mother all to himself, shattering. This baby would ruin all that. He thought about having to wait while a gang of sons and grandsons took Karen at their will. "Doctor, what was that complication again?" XXXXX Karen awoke to the sound of metal clicking. She stirred but found that she was on her back and could not move her arms and legs. She tried to lick her lips and tasted cloth. "Wha..." she muttered groggily. She opened her eyes and nearly screamed. Her arms and legs were bound to the bedposts by handcuffs, her legs spread wide open leaving her cunt and womb vulnerable. Her screams were cut off by a gag. She looked to see John standing by her bedside naked, his cock erect. John looked coldly down at her. "I'll take out the gag if you promise not the scream." His mother nodded, her eyes tearing up with fear. "Johnny, what is this?" "Bondage. I'm going to fuck you hard." "But the doctor said..." "I know. That's what I want. I'm aborting your baby." John wrapped his hand around his dribbling cock. "With this." Karen's blood turned cold and fear was etched upon her face. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her jaw trembling as her son got into position between her opened legs. "I'm not sharing you, Mom. I'm not sharing you with anyone else. Not Dad and not him." His powerful, deadly tool began its journey into her filled womb, seeking to crush and abort her fetus. "N-no! John, please don't do this!" Karen sobbed. "Please don't kill my baby. I won't let him near my body. I swear!" "He won't be able to resist," John whispered. "I couldn't. He'll steal you from me just like I stole you from your husband. I'm not losing you. Don't worry. I'll be sure to make you cum while you lose your baby. The pain will be mixed with pleasure." "We can put him up for adoption! We'll never have to see him again! PLEASE!" But now, John was beyond all reason, obsessed with protecting his trophy from this terrible new threat. "If you don't do this," John's voice became so cold and steely, "then I'll leave. The baby will be born and it'll be proof you cheated on Martin. You'll lose everything and I'll be taken away. You'll never see me again. Is that what you want?" "Please..." Karen whispered. John thrust into her violently. Karen cried out with fear as she felt the shocks shake her womb. On the second thrust alone, Karen almost had an orgasm. She cursed how horny pregnancy made her feel. It would be so hard to turn her son down. John's thrusts brought her closer and closer to her peak. It was so sick and frightening, yet so perverse and arousing. Giving up everything that was right and good for the sake of pleasure. Giving up her motherly responsibilities to become an incestuous slut-whore. To her lust-crazed mind, the thought seemed hotter and hotter. As John's thrusts struck at the amniotic sac, Karen felt the fetus squirming inside her, as if begging for her to stop. It was like her conscience, crying out for her to abandon pleasure for responsibility. It told her what a sick, slutty woman she was for doing this. The thought aroused her to the point of no return. Karen nodded frantically. "Yes! YES! Do it. Take my baby, I don't want it! I want this pleasure forever!" John felt Karen's vaginal walls contracting. "Are you...ready, Mom?" "Uh-huh! I'm about to cum! Do it now, hurry! Oh God oh God OH GOD! I'm...GONNA...CUUUUUUMMMM!!!!" With that final savage cry, the two incestuous lovers gave their strongest thrusts, slamming themselves together as they hit the most climactic orgasms of their lives. John's impossibly huge cock tore through the layers of the protective sac easily and crushed its terrible potential rival. Karen gyrated her hips against her son's crotch, making his cock stir and grind at the fetus. A terrible pain shot through her midsection, only adding to the perverse pleasure of her abortion. Karen felt the contractions of her forced labor but the half-formed fetus and afterbirth came out easily. John buried them in the garden where his mother planned to grow flowers. At least they would have some use. XXXXX It had taken a lot of fucking and two more abortions, but finally, Karen was pregnant with a girl and John couldn't be happier. Her now 16 year old son was eagerly getting blowjob after blowjob to feed his new daughter, who he had already decided to name Amy. When Karen reached her third trimester, John began sucking on her tits, saying he was "testing the milk for Amy." He would shower her belly with kisses, whispering "Daddy loves you." Sometimes he would forget to pleasure his mother and she would have to remind him. Karen became filled with jealousy and fear. She had given up three sons for the pleasures John gave her yet it looked like John was forgetting his end of the deal. What would happen when Amy grew old enough for penetration? But the last straw came when Karen walked past the bathroom and heard her son. Years of uninhibited incestuous fucking had made John forget to be quiet while being pleasured and Karen heard her son clearly. "Oh Amy! Daddy loves you more than anything! I wanna fuck that hot young pussy and squeeze my daughter's firm tits. Oh yes, yes, YES!" Karen's mouth dropped open and she hurried back to her room. Her son was masturbating. He hadn't pleasured himself for years. She had always fulfilled his needs, hadn't she? The words "hot young pussy" and "firm tits" echoed in her mind as she stood with Amy in front of her full length mirror. Even at her age, she could turn the heads of any sensible man and her pregnancy only made her sexier. But at that moment, she couldn't feel uglier. She was growing older and her tits were sagging, though that was mostly Amy's fault. Again, her mind drifted to abortion. Like her previous pregnancies, her amniotic sac was weaker than normal and she could easily tear through it. But what would John do? Would he stop pleasuring her? No, he couldn't resist her. He NEEDED her like an addict needed a drug. John was in Karen's power as much as Karen was in John's. But this wouldn't last once Amy came along. Karen glared down at her bulging belly. She felt the little bitch inside squirm, as if she realized her mother's intentions. Karen went onto the Internet and soon found what she was looking for. It was an incredibly long, hard vibrator with a powerful motor. But what really appealed to her was the disclaimer. "Not for expectant mothers." Once again, Karen felt Amy writhe in fear as she read that disclaimer and clicked Place Order. She expected the vibrator to come in the mail on the same day John would be leaving for a week-long school trip. John left and days passed, but the delivery was late. Amy stopped squirming so much. Karen imagined the little bitch was relieved that she would be spared. "You're not getting off that easy," Karen growled. Days passed without the vibrator coming. Soon it was Friday, the day John would be coming home. Karen anxiously waited for the mail. She felt Amy squirming and kicking inside her again, as if saying "Please, Grandma. I won't let Daddy fuck me. Don't do it!" As the mail truck pulled in front of her house, Karen, her bathrobe open to reveal her milk-dripping breasts and the swelling belly that imprisoned her rival. She pulled open the door, snatched the package from the mailman, hastily scribbled her signature, and slammed the door, not noticing the mailman's shocked and lustful expression. The phone rang as Karen tore open the package. She ignored it as she pulled out the vibrator. The answering machine picked it up. "Hi Mom. Hi Amy!" John's voice was annoyingly happy when he talked to his daughter. "We're just leaving the airport and I'll be home soon. Bye!" Amy began squirming more than ever. She kicked and Karen clutched her stomach. "Fuck," she whispered as she tried to figure out how to put batteries in the vibrator. She had never used one before. She had been too prudish when married to Martin and had never needed one when married to her son. Karen ran upstairs, her filled breasts jiggling and leaking milk, milk she swore Amy would never get to drink. Her daughter/granddaughter kicked and squirmed painfully inside her, making Karen throw up onto the carpeting in the hallway. Karen ran into her room, not bothering to close the door. She fumbled with the switch when Amy kicked again. Karen doubled over, dropping the vibrator. Suddenly, pain shot through her stomach and her water broke. Her tits exploded with milk. She was only seven months pregnant, but the baby was coming. She had to do this fast. Another contraction hit as Amy tried to force herself to safety. Karen hit the switch on the dildo. She felt it shake in her hand and was surprised by its power. She forced it into her slit. The pleasure was amazing, as if her clit had been electrified. While John was like a powerful blast, the vibrator was like a constant, steady attack on her cunt. Consumed in the pleasure of her new toy, Karen instinctively forced it deep into her cunt in a single powerful thrust. Another painful contraction wracked her body. "Fuck you, you little slut," she growled at her daughter. She pushed the powerful dildo even deeper into herself, grimacing at the pain and moaning at the pleasure. She clenched her teeth and grinned in satisfaction as she felt the vibrator pushing against her struggling baby. "Fuck you, daughter! Go to hell! Oh fuck yeah! Yesss. YEEESSS!" She hit her first orgasm as she felt something give. Amy was still struggling against her merciless whore of a mother, but even if she survived she'd be damaged and un-fuckable. She would likely require twenty-four hour care for her whole life, which would get in the way of John and Karen's fucking. Neither of them wanted that. No turning back now. "Oh shit!" Karen gasped as she heard John's carpool pull into the driveway. She heard the doors slam and her son say goodbye to his friends. The key slid into the front door lock and the door was pushed open. "Hi Mom! Hi Amy! I'm home," John called. Karen didn't respond. She was so aroused. She was raping and aborting her own daughter for her own pleasure. The milk began flowing freely from her breasts, running down her body and onto her crotch. "You'll never get any, bitch. Just be glad you get to lose your virginity before I abort you." "Mom?" John called from down stairs. Karen ignored him as she reached her final, most intense climax. Amy thrashed around inside her desperately. 'I'm such as slut. An abortion-happy mother-slut! I'm gonna get rid of my own baby!' she thought gleefully. "Oh! Oh yes...Yes...." She clenched her teeth and curled her toes as the milk began spurting from her breasts. Her orgasm was almost there... "DIE YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she made the final thrust with her dildo. Once again, she felt the amazing combination of pleasure and pain shoot through her crotch. She fell on her back as her breast milk spurted into the air and splashed all over her own body. John threw open the door to the bedroom to find his mother-wife laying on the ground sweating, a giant dildo buried up her vagina. He realized he should be angry at what she had done to their baby. So why was his cock straining at his fly? Looking into her son's eyes, Karen gasped, "I won't share you. You're mine." John knelt down beside her and sucked the milk from her tits. "More for me." END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 50