Open Door Policy: Epilogue

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Author’s Note: Technically, I’m not the author of this one, but I did help with it a bit.  It seems this story has a lit of significance to many readers, and this one in particular felt there was more to tell.  I find it quite flattering that not only did he feel this way, but he was willing to put in the work to do something about it.  Here are the results of that effort.  I appreciate his contribution, and would like to invite you to let him know how much you appreciate his extending all of our pleasure by offering this take on what came next in the lives of our beloved family of honry freaks!  Please write to me with any feedback at DirtyMindedMom@mail.com and I’ll be sure to pass it along to Cameron.

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Co-Author’s note: Hello everyone! This will be a bit of a mouthful of an author's note. 

My name is Cameron, and I, probably like a lot of you, am a fan of Rachael’s erotica works, especially her works on incest. I stumbled upon her original blog many years ago and was immediately hooked by her writing. I especially liked her Open Door Policy series and always loved getting to read a new installment. Since she finished that series, I have been coming back to it in my spank bank every so often, to reread and enjoy. But, recently, I wanted something more (not to say Rachael didn’t do a fantastic job), and so I tried my hand at making a continuation/appended ending to the series. 

I contacted Rachael wanting her input, because ultimately it is her work, and I didn’t want to upset her in any way.  We have been tweaking and adjusting this epilogue into its final published version. If you were a fan of ODP, then I hope I did an okay job trying to live up to Rachael’s original work and characters, because this is my first foray into erotica writing. And if you don’t like it, then that's fine too, you can just act like this epilogue never existed and keep ODP at 38 chapters. 

I have tried to emulate the atmosphere and characters to the best of my ability trying to keep true to Rachael's originals, while adding kinks of my own into it, so hopefully it won’t seem too off base. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did making it. I also want to give a big thank you to my co-author. Rachael has been amazing during the critiquing process and has put up with this fan's requests, so please show her some love and appreciation. At this time, I don’t plan on writing any more stories on my own; this was a personal request I asked Rachael to help me with. So sit back, and enjoy finding out what Joanne, Gary, and the Ramos family have been up to since we last left them!      

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Open Door Policy: Epilogue 

by  Cameron 

1 Year Later:

No, please just five more minutes of sweet, sleepy bliss, I thought as I snuggled deeper under the covers. It wasn’t the sound of the birds chirping or the blinding light of the morning sun that threatened to rouse me from my contented slumber this Saturday morning. No, it was my stupidly full bladder. Ever since I had Gary, my bladder never did act the way I wanted it to. Any time I sneezed, a little pee would dribble out, and I never could sit through a long movie without having to get up to go to the bathroom. Thanks, son, for that. 

“Urrrgh,” I groaned. “Fine, I guess I'm up.” 

I rolled out of bed, careful not to wake Gary, no need to disturb my handsome man's slumber, and padded my way to the bathroom. I flipped the light on and closed the door, then headed to the toilet. I slid my panties down, which were crusted over with last night's lovemaking, and sat down. God, when Gary and I get into it, nothing is safe, not even my poor panties. That made me smile. I began pissing, and the telltale hiss of pee coming out of my slit filled the bathroom, followed by it hitting the water.  

“Hmph,” I sighed as I closed my eyes, trying, but ultimately failing, to get a couple more seconds of sleep. My mind wandered to the first time I let Gary watch me pee. God, was it really almost two years since I set us down this debauched, incestuous, crazy, lovely road? I replayed all the wild things Gary and I, and the Ramos family, have done since that first night that I decided to tell my son that I was horny and was going to masturbate. A devilish smile came to my lips as I remembered how each step we took led to greater and greater pleasures. I opened my eyes and glanced down at my body, and I couldn’t help but frown. No matter how sexy Gary made me feel, or how much I have come to be comfortable with my sexuality, I couldn’t help but wish my body looked better. 

I absentmindedly ran my fingers over my nipples and watched them slowly harden. I cupped my fully saggy boobs, the ones that Gary nursed, correction still nurses from even though no milk comes out, and wished they were a little perkier. Not like Valerie's, but, you know, not like mine. Ever since I was pregnant with Gary, they have never been the same. 

I felt my piss stream falter, then come to an end, and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe.  I stood up and flushed.  Not bothering to put my panties back on, I shuffled to the mirror and looked at myself. I was greeted with the same old image I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. My hair was a mess, and I had dark circles under my eyes. I poked and prodded at my cheeks and forehead, hoping to get one of the wrinkles that creased my face to go away, only for it to come back. I again looked at my boobs and sighed. My eyes followed my hands as they caressed my full hips that looked too fat. Gary reassured me multiple times that he loved them and said it made me more motherly. I also think he liked how he could sink his fingers into them and get a good hold on me as he pounded his meaty cock into my cunt from behind. 

I then ran my hands over my soft stomach. So many memories from when I carried Gary in my womb flashed through my head as I absently rubbed it. I miss it sometimes. I then pivoted and turned so my ass faced the mirror. One of the things about my body that I felt was hot. 

“Goddamn, momma’s still got a good-looking caboose,” I said as I gave it a light slap.

No sign of any unsightly sag or cellulite in sight, not to say it isn't sexy, hell, my mommy-in-crime, Vera, has some on her, but on me it would look gross. Plus, my ass was just the right size according to Gary. He said that between me, Valerie, and Vera, mine had just the right amount. That always made my heart gush with pride and love. I smirked with a bit of smugness, knowing my ass was the best out of all the girls in the house. Mom is always the best after all. I kissed my two fingers, then planted them on my ass cheek and turned back around to continue my preening. 

My eyes wandered down to the dark patch of pubic hair that crowned my pussy. I was never a fan of shaving like Valerie, but I did consider it once when Gary and I started fooling around, cause maybe Gary liked it that way. But once he told me it looked sexy and made me more womanly, I kept it trimmed around the lips but full up top. 

I ran my fingers through my bush, poofing it up, loving the feel of it. Once I was done, I finally paid attention to the other part of me that I was proud of. My lovely vagina, my slick snatch, my devilish pussy, my greedy, incest-loving cunt. I don’t know what it is about it, but I’ve always just loved my pussy. When I first learned about masturbation, I loved it. When I first had sex with Gary's deadbeat dad, unfortunately, I loved it. Even after I birthed Gary and it changed, I still loved it. And now, after all the incestuous sex it's had, I love it. I run my fingers over my dangling lips, loving that they are already wet, then delicately run up to my clit, giving it a little tease. 

“MMMmmhhhh, fuck,” I whisper with a heady breath. 

Calm down, Joanne, you still have the whole day ahead of you. I whimper as I force myself to remove my fingers from my pussy and stop my slowly rising orgasm. I still lick my fingers, though. I give myself one last look before hopping in the shower. I make it quick, wanting to check on everyone around the house before starting breakfast. I finish up and dry off, wrapping my hair in a towel and grabbing my silk robe, leaving it open. Before I go, I see my packet of birth control pills and notice I'm on my last one. 

“Damn, gotta make sure I get that refilled,” I said as I popped the last one out into my hand. I turned on the faucet and filled a cup with water, ready to swallow the pill. But I didn’t. Or, I should say, I stopped and stared at the small, round pill. I didn’t know why I was hesitating.  I mean, I'd done this thousands of times like a routine. Ever since I started being sexually active with Gary, I got back on my birth control so we wouldn’t have a surprise brother or sister for Gary. It was the right thing to do, like incest was one thing, but inbreeding that was too far…or was it?

What? No, I can't think like that! That's fucking crazy! Gary and I conceiving a child? Our own baby? Our own little bundle of…?

Right then, I was jolted out of my train of thought by the sound of Gary talking in his sleep, and I accidentally dropped the pill down the sink drain. 

“Fuck! No, no, no.” I tried to save it, but it was already gone. Why do I suddenly feel relieved? 

“Mom? You okay?  What’s wrong?”

“O-oh, nothing, baby, go back to sleep. I’m just…ummm, getting ready to go make breakfast. So just enjoy your sleep for a little more, while I get everything ready. Okay?” I was sweating bullets, hoping he didn’t get up. 

“Okay, mooooom.” He said with a yawn. “Can you make blueberry pancakes this time?” 

“Sure, baby, anything for my sexy boy.” 

“Yaaay…” I waited until I heard his snoring to be sure he was back asleep. Damnit, what the hell am I going to do? My next appointment with my doctor isn’t until Monday, and I told Gary we’d celebrate his birthday tonight with some nice lovey-dovey anniversary sex. Even though we can’t legally get married, we still treat the first night we had sex as our sort of “wedding night.” It was going to be fine because I still had my last pill, but now it's down the fucking drain! As are our anniversary plans. Urrrgh, Fuck! I’m sorry, Gary, but you’ll have to cum on my tits tonight, baby. 

I opened the bathroom door slowly and saw Gary sleeping soundly in our bed. I smiled lovingly at my son, then tiptoed out of the bedroom and headed to the Ramos's room. Ever since my divorce from my shitty husband was finalized a year ago and I got the house, I have let the Ramos family stay with us. 

They had become more than family to us, and we didn’t want them to leave. The house had three bedrooms: the master, Gary’s old room, and the guest room. Gary and I took the master, and we intended for Cris to take the guest and for Valerie and Vera to stay in Gary’s old room, but the Ramoses all wanted to sleep together. Once I saw the lustful smile on Vera's face as she said that, I knew exactly why. So, ever since, Vera and her children have been sleeping in the same room. 

I opened their door and was greeted by an all-too-familiar sight. Vera, my best friend and also an incest loving MILF thanks to my handiwork, slept in the middle of the bed, like a matriarchal queen, with both her sexy children on either side. Cris, Vera's son, was facing her with his head nuzzled in her giant tits. I couldn’t help but snort at the fact that his cock was sheathed in her pussy, knowing they probably fell asleep that way. Meanwhile, Vera’s daughter Valerie, or Valencia whichever one, was hugging her from behind with her hands cupping her mom's fat boobs.

Just like Gary, they looked content and peaceful in their very incestuous embrace. It wasn’t too long ago that this wasn’t a thing in the Ramos household. Vera had been a God-fearing mother, dressed conservatively, and thought sex was only for procreation. But once I got my dirty fingers on her, I slowly began to corrupt this innocent mom into a voluptuous, incest-loving, MILFy fox of a woman who sometimes manages to outdo me in the wanton activities we perform with our children. 

Hell, a few days ago, during our weekly “family” orgy, she had everybody servicing her. Cris was in her meaty twat from below, Gary was fucking her ass from above, she was eating her daughter out, all while she had four fingers in my cunt. At one point, I could have sworn she managed to slip her thumb in, but I couldn't tell because of how good it felt to be so full. By the end, she had all of our combined juices on her, and she was eagerly licking them up. 

I quietly closed their door and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for my sexy family, already forgetting about my birth control, leaving it for future me to worry about. 

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My day was uneventful. I mean, there was the occasional groping and humping from Valerie and Cris, a lovely kiss and a slap on my ass from Gary, and a hug from Vera in the morning, but other than that, it was normal. I guess the Ramos family knows that today is my and Gary's special day, and they don’t want to butt in…or get me too worked up, who knows. Either way, the sex activities were nonexistent as I went about cleaning the house. My mind was a mess as I went from one chore to the next, working myself into a tizzy. 

“Joanne, mami, you no want help?” Vera said with a look of confusion. 

“No, it's okay, Vera. I got it.” 

“You should no be doing this alone. Why no have mi amor Cris, or tu amor Gary.  Aye Dios mío! Cristóbal, ven aquí y ayuda a la Señora Harden con las tareas. Es lo mínimo que puedes hacer-” 

“Vera, it’s fine really. Please don’t go all sexy Latina mommy and start bringing out the slippers for little old me.” 

“¿Las chanclas? ¡Qué buena idea!” I watched as she removed her slipper and started to go find Cris. 

“No! Vera, please!” I grabbed her arm and stopped her. “It really is fine. I like doing the chores by myself. It gives me time to relax and organize my thoughts. Besides,” I gave her a sexy, playful gaze. “Gary will make it up to me tonight, remember?” 

She returned my leering gaze, “Oh tú, sexy diabólica, mamá amante del incesto. Qué mala.” She gave my exposed nipple a tweak, and I shivered. “Okay, fine, but at least let me help, no?”

“Fine!” I gave her a list of the remaining tasks, and we went about completing them.

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By the time we finished, it was almost time for my and Gary’s night out. I threw the last of the laundry in, my favorite chore because I got to smell everyone's lingering scents from the day, when Valerie snuck up behind me and made me drop the basket. 

“Jesus Christ, girl! Let a woman know before you come up on her like that! You about put me to an early grave.” 

“Was it because I scared you, Ms. Harden? Or because I caught you sniffing all our dirty, stinky, sex juice-laden underwear, you perverted woman? Hmmmm, hahahaha.” 

I turned and saw Valerie, completely nude, laughing at me, causing her boobs to bounce. Did they get bigger recently? While we weren't full-on nudists, less clothing around the house was commonplace, a normal progression in our new lifestyle. One I greatly encouraged and enjoyed, as I got an eyeful of Valerie's tight body. I couldn't help but lick my lips as I stared at her shaved pussy.

“You’re one to talk, you sex-crazed teenager. Weren't you the one screaming just yesterday, OH, OH CRIS, PAPI, CÓGEME EL COÑO MÁS FUERTE. FÓLLATE A TU HERMANITA GUARRILLA. PUEDES FOLLARME EL CULO DESPUÉS. AIIE, AIIE, SÍ, SÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ!” She stopped laughing and turned the deepest shade of red I’d ever seen. 

“Oh? Didn’t know Momma Harden knew your Spanish dirty talk, now did you? See, girl, when you live day in and day out with you, along with your Spanish-speaking mom and brother, you start to pick up on some things. For example, Valencia, ¿te gusta más chupar el semen de mi hijo de mi coño peludo o el coño carnoso de tu madre?” 

Her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows rode up so far I’d swear they’d fly off her face. Now it was my turn to laugh. 

“Oh goodness, the look on your face is too funny. Come on, girl, I’m just joking, relax.” She gave a nervous laugh. Guess she’ll think twice about how loud she is during her fun time. 

“Well, ummm, anyway, Mrs. Harden, I just wanted to come and get-”

“Ms,” I interject. “Huh?” Valerie said, confused. 

“I’m not Mrs. Remember? Unless a man, Gary or someone else, decides to put a ring on this finger, I’m still just Ms. Harden.” 

“O-oh yeah, right, sorry, I guess it’s just a habit, haha.” That was weird; she should be used to the name change by now. 

“Anyway, I was sent to come get you.”

“Sent? By who?” 

“My mom, duuuh.” She said it like I should already know. “We have to get you ready for your night.” 

“What? Oh no, no, no.  I’m fine getting ready by myself.” 

“Mrs- uh Ms. Harden,” There it is again. How does the saying go?  Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is proof. Hmmmm. “I'm sure you’re a strong and independent woman who can get all done up by yourself, but tonight's special. It’s your and Gary's special night, and you need your girlfriend's help making you look sexy and hot for her man.” She added a little dance for flair when she said sexy and hot. 

“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” 

“Nope! Now come on, we've only got three hours.” 

“It's gonna take that long?” She grabbed my arm and pulled me to their room. 

“Gary, keep your sexy culo away from our room if you know what's good for you.” And with that, she slammed the door, and I was whisked away to the bathroom, where Vera and Valerie got to work on me. 

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By the time they had finished with me, we only had ten minutes to leave for our reservations. “Girls, I appreciate the help, I really do, but I don’t have much time. Gary and I have to leave in five minutes or we won’t make our reservations. You don’t want all your hard work to go to waste, right?” 

“Sí, Sí, just one more thing.” Vera then went to her nightstand and rummaged through it. “You no look good without this. This make our Gary go crazy for you.” Even though I'm fine with our “family” arrangement, I still can’t help but get jealous anytime they say “our Gary.”

He’s my son, my lover, MY man. I tamped down my errant feelings of jealousy and looked at what Vera was holding out to me. In her hands were a couple of hairclips adorned with flowers. They look beautiful. 

She pushed me in front of Gary's old closet mirror and started placing them in my done-up hair. For the first time, I was finally able to see Vera and Valerie's hard work for the past couple of hours. My dress was an elegant royal blue with long sleeves and a sash-style belt that came right up under my boobs. They wanted to make them stand out and get Gary rock hard. Next was the necklace and earring set that Garygot me on my 39th birthday, always a gentleman. They painted my nails a lovely shade of pearl white, which, now that I see the flowers, matched perfectly. My heels were also the same color and were the strappy kind, so they showed off my legs nicely.  Lastly, my hair was side-swept with loose curls cascading down my left shoulder, which Vera was busy adorning with the flower hairclips. 

“Joanne, you know this flower name?” 

I look in the mirror. “Ummm, I’ve seen it before, at my wedding, actually, but I don’t remember the name, sorry.” 

“Is ok. I had same one at my wedding too. Is the gipsófila flower, baby's breath as you say. Or nube de novia, the bride's cloud. 

I smile, and tears come to my eyes. “What did I do to deserve you and your family?” 

“Mrs. Harden, stop crying, you ruin your makeup!” Valerie came rushing over with a tissue to dab my tears away, making sure my makeup didn't run. 

“It the least we can do for you. You took me and my children in. Helped us become closer. Help us grow.” I saw Vera hold her hands on her stomach in the way women who are expecting do. 

“Vera? Are you…?” I said with a bit of shock in my voice. I look to Valerie for an answer, and she has the biggest smile. “Surprise! You're gonna be an Aunt, Mrs. Harden.” 

“No.” I couldn’t believe Vera actually went and let Cris knock her up. I mean, she always said she wanted another kid, but I thought she would find a random guy. I didn't think she would actually inbreed with her son. I’m not even that far gone to do that with Gary. Right? Why did I hesitate to take my last pill this morning? Why? Why. Why! 

“I wanted to tell you moment I find out, but Cris scared thinking we get kicked out. Said you call us freaks, but I knew you won’t. Valerie say wait till tonight, make it big surprise on you big night.” She gives me a warm smile, a smile that is happy and glad to be sharing this news. I had time to take the small steps over each line with Gary into this world of incest and sin, but Vera was pulled into it... by me. I accelerated her journey, making her take leaps and bounds in order to catch up to me in my muddled world of sex. And now she’s overtaking me and leading the way forward; blazing her own path and pulling me along to follow. 

“Vera, I - ah…” I stopped, not knowing what I wanted to say. But as I looked into her loving eyes and thought about what I just said, the only thing that came out was: “Congratulations.” 

“How far along are you?” I asked, still reeling.

“Three weeks today!” Valerie chimed in. I looked at her, confused. 

“How do you kno-” 

“Know?” Valerie interrupted excitedly to tell me. “Easy, I was there to see it happen.” 

“What!” 

“Yeah! I was right next to Mamae and Cris as they made our new sibling. It was easily the hottest thing I've ever seen!” I’m stunned. Vera and Valerie pulled me into a hug and each gave me a kiss on the mouth. As they did, I pondered my thoughts. Vera was having a baby with her son. She was leaving me behind to follow.  I couldn’t have a baby with Gary; he was only 17 - actually, 18 now. 

That’s fucked up and crazy. The kid would be my son/daughter and my grandson/daughter at the same time, and Gary's son/brother or sister/daughter. I couldn’t do that. Could I? Why did it sound like the hottest thing since I took that first leap? Damn it, all these thoughts were because I didn’t take my pill. But did I want to? WHY DID I HESITATE? 

“Oh, no! Vamos, vamos no more time.” Vera jostled me out of my thought storm and pushed me to the front door. We were greeted by the sight of Cris and Gary waiting by the front door. I was frozen in time. Gary looked like the most perfect man ever, and that's before you took into account his lovely cock. He was dressed in a suit that matched my dress, but with a button-up that matched my nails and the baby's breath hairclips. My pussy started to flood like Niagara Falls. I blushed like a schoolgirl who was working up the courage to ask her crush out on a date. 

“Damn, Mom, you are smoking!” Valerie hit him on the arm, giving him a stern look “Oww, what was that for?” 

I laughed at that, and my nerves disappeared. This was the same old boy, now a man, whom I’d raised to say exactly what he was thinking. I’d taught him everything he knows when it comes to sex and then some, but he will always be my little boy. 

“Shall we, son?” I walked over and took his hand in mine, loving the way he held it. 

“We shall.” He opened the front door and led me to the Uber waiting outside for us. 

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Here I am again, one year later, looking across the table at the single most handsome man in my life. I can’t believe I made him. Everything, from his lovely eyes, to his chiseled jaw showing signs of stubble, to his goofy smile he gets when we fool around, and especially his magnificent cock. God, I said it before when he entered me for the first time, but it is perfect, and even as he gets older, it just seems to grow and form into an even better one. I was hopelessly in love with my son, and I didn’t care. He is mine, and I am his. 

“Find something good, darling?” I took a sip of my wine.

“No, not yet. Everything looks so good.” He looked up at me with that devilish smile. “Not as good as you, though, Mom.” 

I choked a little on my wine, which got a few stares. While I loved him calling me mom during our sexy time, I still try to keep a facade up while in public. I don't need the Karen in the booth next to us calling the police on me. I grab a napkin and give an apologetic glance to a few of the people. 

“Ahem, Gary, sweetie, what did I say about keeping our, um, ‘foreplay’ antics strictly to the bedroom?” That should hopefully keep people off our conversation. We’re just a couple who love kinky stuff, yeah. 

“Oh, sorry mo-- ummm, my love. You know how worked up I can get seeing you like this.” That made me blush. He had a knack for saying the right thing to get me all hot and bothered.  “Oh, that reminds me, I have something special for tonight. I think you’ll love it, but it’ll be after… in the bedroom.” He gave me a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. 

“Oh ho, a surprise for little old me? Well, how nice of you. Can I guess?” 

“Nope.” 

“Wha–?  No fun, you can’t tease a woman with a good time, then tell her to be patient. That’s cruel…and kinda hot.” I gave him lustful eyes as I lightly trailed my nails over his hand. 

“Ahem. Ma’am, are you and the gentleman ready?” The waiter. Fucking buzzkill. Why does every waiter we’ve had in this place have to come and cock-block me and my son? Hope he likes getting a smaller tip.

“I am. Gary, are yoOOUU?” Right then, I felt a hand on my bare thigh. I looked at Gary, but he was facing the waiter, giving him our orders. That sneaky motherfucker. I quietly snaked my hand under the table and grabbed his hand, giving it a hard pinch. Gary winced; the waiter noticed. 

“Sir, are you okay?” 

“Yes, I just got a cramp…in my leg.” That’ll teach him. Naughty boy. Gary finished our order, and the waiter left. 

“So impatient, now aren’t we….boy.” He looked at me like a sad puppy who’d just been caught. “Behave until we get up to our room, or I’ll have to punish you.” He apologized, and we continued with our dinner. 

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We finally made it up to our room. I managed to insert the key card into the slot despite my shaking hand and opened the door. I wobbled to the bed, where I plopped down, causing my dress to ride up. “Mommy has had too much wine tonight, baby. I need a minute.” I felt the bed shift and creak as Gary climbed onto it and lay next to me, caressing my face.

“MMMmmmm, that feels good, baby. Keep doing that.” 

We lay like this for what seemed like half an hour, just enjoying each other. This type of intimacy was one-of-a-kind. Only a mother and son, who have given everything to each other, can just lie by each other, doing nothing, but feel so much love. It was almost as good as sex… almost. I turned towards Gary and looked into his eyes. 

“You know I love you.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss.  “MHmm,” I moaned my reply through his lips, then snaked my tongue inside. 

He came up for a breath. “More than anything.” 

“Yes, son, yes, and so do I. God, I love you so much it hurts some days. ” He kissed my neck, which elicited a series of moans. 

“More than the stars and the moon, more than the water, more than air.” He said this in between each kiss. Then he stopped again, and I groaned. 

“Yes?” 

“More than Valerie and Ms. Ramos.” 

“What?” This sobers me up. “What do you mean, Gary?” I sit up as Gary gets off the bed and faces me. “You don’t love Vera and Valerie? I’m confused.” 

“Mom, I will always love Valerie and Ms. Ramos. But they don’t compare to you.” Tears formed in my eyes, blurring my vision. “You are my mom, and I am your son. We will always love each other unconditionally…always.” He rummaged in his pocket. 

“Gary, what are you doing?” He pulled out a small box. “Honey, no you--” He got down on one knee. “Son, don’t tell me you’re–” 

“Mom. Shut up.” I’m stunned by his seriousness. It's just like when I told him to shut up and to start fucking me. “Mom, will you please make me the happiest man ever and be my wife?” 

I was silent, unable to say a word. He wanted to be my husband. Gary wanted to make me his wife. MY SON wanted to marry me. I was overcome by so many emotions that I started sobbing uncontrollably.

“Mom?” He got up and tried to hug me. I batted him away, still sobbing. I didn’t think any man would love me like this, ever. But my son did. He would move mountains for me. He would choose ME over his girlfriend and her mom. ME! 

We sat like this for a few minutes until I regained composure…or what was left of it. I looked at my son, knowing I must be a mess. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” He handed me a tissue. I took it and blew my nose. “So I take it that's a no?” 

“What?” I asked. 

“Your reaction kinda screamed a big fat no.” He looked so sad. 

“Oh, honey, baby.” I reached up to his face and caressed it. “Gary, I just had a lot of feelings come up all at once. I had a lot going through my head today, and I guess you doing that uncorked them all.” I let out a laugh. I tend to do that after I cry. 

His face perked up. “So it's not a no?” 

“Gary, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking. It's not possible.” 

“I know that, Mom. Sure, we can’t legally get married, but we can treat each other like husband and wife.” 

“Honey, listen to yours-” 

“No, Mom, you listen. I love you more than anything, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every day next to you, and go on dates with you, and have sex with you. I want all of that with you and only you.” 

I'm taken aback by how aggressive he was getting, but also turned on. “Honey, we already do all those things together, so why do you have to be married to me?” 

“Because, Mom, it matters to me. You matter to me.” Now he's back to being my scared little boy, and it warms my motherly heart. 

I sighed and looked at him for a minute, seeing both the little boy I raised and the handsome man that I taught how to please a woman. Fuck it, I guess there's no harm. “Ok, baby, Mommy will be your sexy wi--.” Before I finished, he pulled me into a hug and kissed me. 

“Thank you, Mom, thank you.”

“Ok, Ok hahahaha, calm down, my horny boy. Let me see my ring.” Butterflies were in my stomach. I’m Gary's wife now. He truly owns every bit of me. I watch as he opens the box and pulls out this beautiful diamond ring. “GARY! How did you afford this? Oh, honey, no, this is too much. Baby, you–” He puts a finger to my lips, shushing me, and slides the ring on my finger. 

“Mom, nothing is too much for you. I paid for most of it with my savings from my job, and Mrs. Ramos helped with the rest.” 

“Vera? Oh no, baby, we can’t let her. She's still fighting her divorce from her husband, and she has the ba-.” I stop short, almost revealing that Vera is pregnant. 

“Hahaha, Mom, you don’t think I tried to refuse? She’s a true-blooded Latina mother.  Once I told her, she kept bugging me, wanting to help, and would NOT take no for an answer. Don’t worry, I'm going to pay her back.” 

I looked at him giving me his goofy smile, and I couldn’t help but melt like butter. “Ok, FINE. But you will pay back Vera every cent… plus $500 extra, to show how much you appreciated her help.” Gary tried to protest, but I stopped him. “Otherwise,” I lifted up my dress and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my pussy, and gave it a few playful pats.

“No access to Mommy's big, hairy cunt.” 

“Ok, fine,” he agrees easily.  “Whatever you say.”

“Good boy.” I looked at the ring again and loved how perfect it was on my finger. Now things started falling into place. Valerie's mess-ups calling me Mrs. instead of Ms., the baby's breath, the girls keeping me hidden from Gary till the last minute. They knew. Never thought I'd wear one again, but here we were. All that was missing was my nice pregnant bel– 

I stopped short with that thought. Why would I think that? Then a torrent of thoughts flooded my brain. still nurses from, motherly, carried…in my womb, miss it, birth control…last pill, hesitated, down the drain, relieved, surprise brother or sister…inbreeding…crazy, our own baby right thing to do, ‘Help us grow’, expecting, leaving me behind, can’t have, want to, hesitated…hesitated, why, Why, WHY?

I'm jolted from this current by my son mashing his lips to mine and hugging me. While surprised, I accepted it, but still managed to pry us apart to talk. “Gary, Wait.” 

“What, Mom?” He looked at me with soft, caring eyes. Eyes that I wanted to get lost in…for eternity. Eyes that told me that everything would be alright, that he loved me, and that he wanted to give me everything. Everything. 

Fuck it! Who cares? It’s my life and I say what's best for me and my man…my husband, the soon-to-be father of my - our - child. “Uhh, I - um, nothing baby, just I love you so much and am so happy.” I smiled lovingly up at him.

“Me, too. Now I think it's time my wife got out of this dress and onto that bed, cause I need to give her some sweet loving.” With that, he lifted my dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties, and tossed me on the bed. 

“Oh my GOD! Gary!” I squealed in surprise, but was soon silenced by the sight of my son standing naked at the end of the bed, his cock rock hard, pointed directly at me. I felt like a small gazelle, exposed, demure, scared, but very much turned on. “Oh, my. Baby, did I do that?” I said, already knowing the answer. Gary wasted no time and crawled between my legs and started eating me out.  

“Ooooh, God, baby! Gary, honey, slow down. I’m not going anywhere. OOOH!”  He nibbled on my clit, making me yelp. “BABY! Please, slow down.” I ran my fingers through his hair, planning to pull him off my muff, but he continued his assault, and I ended up holding him there. “Fuuuuuuck, baby, don’t stop.” 

“Mhmmm Mmmph mmmm.” I didn’t know what he was trying to say, but I felt like it was “don’t worry, I’m not.” Gary continued to eat me out and put all our lessons to good use. Right as I was about to cum, Gary pulled away. 

“Arrrrgh, no, don’t stop! I was right there, baby! Please, Momma nee-UUnnn.” I was shut up by Gary slapping his dick on my clit. 

“Huh? What was that? Sure, I can keep eating your cunt, Mom. Unless…” 

“No, baby, this is fine. I want this!” I grab his cock and eagerly stroke it. “Momma wants this cock that I made. I need it! Please, please, please!” I humped up at him, trying to get closer. 

“How badly?” Gary smirked. This motherfucker. “Tell me, Mommy, or no dick for you.” 

“I want it so bad that it hurts. Baby, please don’t make Momma suffer. Give me your lovely cock! I’ll do anything!” 

“Anything?” Gary said. 

“Yes, anything! I’ll even get pregnant for you, just fuck me!” Now I’ve lost it, but who cares?  I need that dick. 

“You’ll have my kid, Mom?” Gary was surprised. 

“Yeah, baby, I didn’t plan on telling you and was just gonna let it happen, but you’ve got me so worked up that Iiiii…Aiiieee! Fucking finally! Fuck me, baby!” Gary shoved inside me and started going to town. 

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1 Hour and 2 Creampies Later

“Fuck, Mom, I love your pussy so much! UH UH Uh!” Gary is lying back as I bounce up and down on his dick. 

“And I’m addicted to your fucking cock, baby! Just keep fucking Momma! Give me all your cum!” The sound of our groans and the slapping and squelching of our genitals fills the room. 

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5 Hours and 5 Creampies Later 

“Uh, uh, uh fuck, baby, how long have we been going? Oooo yeah right there, Gary!”

“I…don’t know…Mom. But I don’t wanna stop!” I feel Gary tense up, and I already know what’s coming.

“Mom!” Gary says

“Yeah, baby, give me more of your cum! You want me pregnant, right?”

“Yeah! Arrrgghhh!” That’s creampie number six. By now, the squelching has morphed into a wet, gooey sound, no doubt because of all the cum Gary had deposited…sorry, was still depositing into my cunt. God, I will be sore tomorrow.

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We had completely lost track of time, but by that point, we had fucked all over our room, and in every position imaginable. There was cum, sweat, and pussy juice staining just about every inch of the room that, if you took a black light to it, would light up like the 4th of July. Gary and I ended up back on the bed, him lying down and me lying on top of him lazily, but lovingly, kissing while slowly riding his dick, exhausted but still wanting to fuck. Our bodies were covered in our sweat and love juices. 

“Mmmmmhmhmhm, You think…we…did it?” I asked with an ecstasy-drunk laugh between kisses.

“Mmm? Did what?” He said, out of breath.

“Mhhmhmhm, Make a baby, dummy.” I laughed again as I lovingly ran my hands through his sweaty hair, and I looked into his eyes. 

“You were for real?” 

“Yes, honey. Did you think I was lying?” I looked at Gary, not knowing if he's serious or not, about to get worked up, but then he smiled.

“Mom, I'm joking. Don’t worry.” I just about wanted to slap him, but I then felt him tense up for probably the last time this session. “Urgh, uh, uh.” I felt him bottom out against my pussy as he came.

“Oh! Didn’t think you had one more in you.” 

“I didn’t, your cunt milked me dry a bit ago, Mom.” As he pulled back, it caused me to cum. “Ooooh!  Gooood, baby! I’m cumming!”

“I guess you didn’t think you had one more in you, Mom, huh?” 

I almost blacked out, but managed to stay conscious through it. As I came down, I lay on top of Gary. 

“Mmmmm, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Mom.”

“No leaving me, okay? Especially now that you knocked me up.” 

“I wouldn't dream of it.” He wrapped his arms around me, holding me as I drifted to sleep. The last thing I heard before sleep took me was Gary's slow breathing and the sound of birds chirping.

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6 Months Later 

I was lying back on the table in my OB's exam room, waiting to do the ultrasound and see my little bundle of joy. Gary was sitting in a chair next to me, fidgeting. “Where is the doctor? We've been here for twenty minutes.” 

I grabbed his hand, my ring giving a little sparkle as I did. “Honey, it's fine. I’m sure there are other people they had to see first. Calm down, okay?” I run my thumb lovingly over the creases in his forehead to get him to stop worrying. 

“I know.” He let out a sigh. “It's just I wanna make sure everything's okay with you and the baby.” 

I was about to say something else, but the door opened and the OB walked into the room. She was a tall, gorgeous redhead with a curvy figure and long legs. If I didn't have Gary or the Ramos family, I’d love to get to know her better.

“I’m so, so sorry about the long wait, Mr. and Mrs. Harden. My assistant double-booked me for this hour. I'm gonna have to give him a very stern talking to about this later.” The way she said that gave me some naughty ideas. Curse me and my horny, pregnant mind. As she milled about the room gathering supplies to do the ultrasound, the click of her heels filled the room.

“Oh no, it's perfectly alright, Doctor McNeil. Gary and I have been patiently waiting, right, honey?” I looked at him, and he was about to say something, but I gave him the death stare as I squeezed his hand, causing him to wince in pain. 

“Y-yeah, we were just coming up with some names for the baby, haha.” He laughed nervously as I smiled and pinched his cheek. “Good boy,” I whispered. 

“Oh, I hope you've picked out some good ones! I’ve had a couple of patients who couldn’t decide until they saw the baby's face for the first time. And please call me Heather. I always thought Doctor McNeil sounded stuffy.” She finished grabbing everything she needed and pulled a rolling stool around to my other side, next to the machine. 

“Well, after today, we'll have the list cut in half since we'll find out if we're having a boy or a girl,” Gary grumbled quietly, pouting because he wanted it to be a surprise, but I said otherwise. “My friend Vera found out three weeks ago she's having a boy, and that made me excited to find out what my baby is.” 

“Well, we can certainly do that today for you! Alright, you know the drill, Mommy. Lift up your shirt so I can put some gel down and look around in there.” I do just that, wincing at how cold the gel is. 

“Alright, let's get all the routine boring stuff outta the way.” She did her exam, giving us some little facts here and there about the baby. As she was about to finish up and print the pictures, she stopped, and a confused look crossed her face. 

“Is everything alright?” I worried. 

“Just one second, I need to confirm something.” She wiped off the gel and put a fresh dollop down on my belly, but this time she went more to the side. 

Gary was also worried. “What's wrong?” 

I grabbed his hand. “Gary, let her look, don’t jump to conclusions.” 

Heather did a couple more passes, then finally smiled. “There we are. Do you wanna see?” 

We both nodded, and she turned the screen toward us. “So here's the face.” We see a clear outline of our child's face, sleeping soundly. I turn to Gary and kiss him. “And from the look of things, you've got a healthy baby… “ She pans down to show us the baby's privates. “Boy!”

“Alright!” Gary jumped up and started dancing, ecstatic, cause he said he hoped it was a boy. I chuckled, realizing I'm going to have two boys to take care of. 

Heather then panned back up to where she first started. I saw his face come into view again, and I couldn't help but feel overcome with love. Love for my one true love, my son, Gary. Love for Vera and her family, my friend whom I brought with me down this path of naughtiness. And now, love for my new baby bo- GIRL! 

Heather repositioned the wand again to show the baby's penis…or, I should say lack thereof, because it ain't there anymore. I looked at Heather with a questioning look, and she was smiling. “Congratulations! Looks like you’re having– 

“Twins!” I said, stunned. Oh, Good Lord!

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Since that appointment, our lives have been hectic. Gary and I had to shift gears to get ready for two bundles of joy instead of one. Of course, I told everyone else the news. Vera was over the moon. I thought somebody would have called the cops because she was so loud. Valerie was shocked, but then she, too, was excited. Cris congratulated Gary, as one father to another, and it shocked me how mature they both had become. I guess knocking up your mom does that. 

As Vera and I progressed through our pregnancies, our bellies slowly ballooned. While Vera was further along, I was carrying two babies, so I was bigger than her. I was huge and felt every bit of it, but Gary made sure to tell me every day how sexy and hot I looked, and boy did it keep my panties wet. Of course, we still had tons of sex; we just had to be careful, but the kinkiness was turned way up. Pregnancy sex was on a different level. I even developed a newfound kink of having Gary cover my pregnant belly with his cum. Just something about his fertile sperm plastered on my round belly put me in the mood for another round. 

Vera went into labor three weeks before I did. We all happily welcomed baby Lorenzo, Enzo for short, to our family. Once we had begun to settle into a routine with little Enzo, my water broke. It was my turn to bring our boy and girl into the world. First came our beautiful baby girl, Claire. Five minutes later came our big boy, Oliver. I would have thought Gary was going to faint while our children came popping out of my cooch, but he stayed standing like a trooper. 

One day, back at home, while I was breastfeeding Oliver, Gary was staring. I looked at him with a questioning expression, but then saw he had a bulge.

“Gary, are you actually turned on watching me breastfeed?” 

“Ummm…Y-yeah, sorry,” he stuttered 

A devious thought came to mind. I pulled out my other breast, giving my nipple a twist. “Would my naughty boy possibly wanna taste mommy's milk?”

He was already next to me before I could say anything else. He snaked his head down to my nipple and began suckling.

“Ohhhh, fuck.” I moaned. “Gary, go easy, I'm very sensitive right now. Plus, you need to leave some for your daughter.” He didn’t let up, acting like he hadn’t drunk anything all day. Within a few minutes, I let out a cry as I came from having both my sons suckling my nipples. God, I’m a naughty mom. Gary let go and smiled up at me, some of my milk dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Get enough?” Using my finger, I swiped the dribble of milk from his mouth and popped it into mine. Fuck, it tasted good. I wonder if Vera had already let Cris and Valerie sample her own milk. I’ll have to ask her later, and who knows, maybe get a little taste myself.

He nodded, “Yeah! I didn’t know how it would taste, but I'm gonna want more as long as you are able to still breastfeed.”

“Hahaha, just make sure our children still get to eat. You can’t let them go hungry just because you sucked my boobs dry, dirty boy.” I laughed.

Since then, we all managed to return to our normal routine, just with three adorable new additions. We were finally able to bring back our weekly family orgys. We made sure the little ones were put to bed first, of course. Gary and Cris really came into their own after the babies were born; they acted like men now. They helped Vera and me around the house more, and we both rewarded them every time, like good moms. So, what is next for our depraved family? Well, Valerie was definitely jealous that she was the only one who didn’t get pregnant, but Vera assured her that she would be next. Although that is a story for another time, but you know us, our doors will always be open for anyone wanting to see.  

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