Karen Doe

"Thanks for coming in on your day off," said Carla Delmonico, at the reception desk. I smiled at the young woman. So sweet.

"Sorry, I couldn't go home and change. I was supposed to be at a bake sale for my Church," I responded, excusing my blue jeans. I usually preferred to dress up a little nicer for work.

"I'm sure Joan would just appreciate you coming in on short notice."

I nodded and found my cubicle. I work for Globex Insurance Brokers as one of their leading on-site accountants. I help handle accounts with some of the wealthiest people in the world - between Hollywood and Silicon Valley - who don't often come from money and cause loads of frustration with my superiors and their personal accountants. I was supposed to have a vacation day, but my boss called me in to deal with a particularly perplexing case.

I clicked the files on my computer and awaited for the upload to complete. I looked at the photos on my desk. Beautiful Cindy, studying at LSU to become a veterinarian, my pride and joy. So much like her mother. And John, poor John. Shy like his sister, but a bit of an underachiever. If only he could get a decent girlfriend or perhaps some nice friends in general to get him on the straight and narrow, then...

"Karen..." came the venomous statement from my boss, Joan Rodgers, looking over my shoulder as I awaited the upload. I smiled cordially and nodded. "Mrs. Rodgers! I just came in, sorry about the mess."

"We called you an hour ago."

"I know. I was across town, and you know how traffic is around here."

"Yeah, yeah. We have very demanding clientele and very high-end brokers. I know it's your day off or whatever, but I suggest you stay within a reasonable distance when you can expect a call from work. Let me know as soon as you go over the account."

I nodded as Joan's phone made an alert noise. And my phone, lost in my purse. And everyone's phone. I tried to dig mine out when I saw the look on my supervisor's face. "What is it? An earthquake?" she had a look of concern.

"It's an EDP alarm," she said. I rolled my eyes. Being the largest state in the country, we usually received these alarms every five days or so. I should've realized. "You live on Cooke Street, right?" she said, annoyance in her voice. I look at the name on her phone and I gulped. I looked at my baby boy's middle school photo on my desk as I stifled a tear. "Oh, Johnny..."

I rushed home from work. With busier traffic, it could be over a two-hour drive. I tried texting my son, but he didn't respond. Unlike most kids his age, he hardly ever checked his phone. I called his school, who informed me that he had requested to be sent home. Worry went over me, until they informed me that he had been fucking his fellow students - thank God - and had taken one with him. He wouldn't be alone when I got there.

I don't know too much about EDPs - Erection Dependents - but I do know that they need sex, constantly and consistently, to survive. When I was younger we called them "three hourers" because of how often they needed to fuck. Would I fuck my own son? Undoubtedly and without question. I can't let him die. Would he fuck me? Hopefully. I once saw a photo of me at the beach with Cindy and my sister Sophia a on Johnny's laptop, amidst naked photos and videos of porn stars that he had tried to hide. I never told him that, assuming it was a mistake, but had a suspicion that he might have an attraction towards his cousin Laura, who was also in that photo. But maybe he did to me as well.

EDPs fuck family members. That's a known fact of life. It's not something you think about until you realize one of your family is an EDP. I tried to call Cindy from my phone, but she wasn't answering. Hopefully she heard the news and would come to help her brother ejaculate soon. If I didn't know Johnny was probably already at the house with a student friend of his, I would contemplate calling in some other family members. My parents were in town...

After stopping by a nearby adult store, just in case, I pulled onto West Cooke Street and past the row of gated homes before pulling up to my own two-story abode. I breathed a sigh of relief as I spotted my daughter, sweet Cindy, lying nude on the grass, staring as the clouds went by and occasionally cast a shadow over her form. She's going to get sunburnt if she isn't already, I frowned.

I smile and help her up, as sprinklers had washed away most of the residue from her brother-fucking. She hugged me as I ignored my daughter's naked wet tits pressing into my blouse. "Looks like John had some fun!" I said, cordially, frowning a little, as I saw some blood next to cum dripping down her leg along with the water.

"Yeah," she blushed, embarrassed to further comment on her defloration, I took her hand and we walked inside, as I nodded towards the neighbors who were unusually nosy this morning.

We walked inside, as I unlocked the door with my key after John locked it for some reason. I smiled as I saw Johnny sitting on the couch, playing with his phone, his friend sitting idly nearby having just fucked him. John wasn't even wearing pants, his dick freely out for all to see as the TV blared with some Japanese cartoon.

"Oh hey, honey!" I said, cheerfully, interrupting his scrolling as he looked at me with a leering grin, "I see you used your sister already. And..." I stepped back slightly as he rose, beginning to stroke his cock. "...and brought a friend too." I nodded towards the young girl on the loveseat. I never saw her before, but she doesn't quite look like the attractive bimbo I would've expected John to pick as a sex ****.

Before I knew it, John had me practically pinned to the wall. "Looks like my niece or nephew is going to be their own cousin," he said, smelling my perfume while admitting to impregnating his sister, "And I'm ready to make my own sibling!" he said, as he backed back up to the couch.

My heart fluttered as he stared at my body. He wanted to fuck me. To make love to his own mother. And... give me a child. I didn't care where I was on my cycle. That didn't matter, not with an EDP. Not with my own son. If saving his life required the creation of another, so be it.

"Aw, of course, sweetheart," I said, as I began pulling off my blouse. "I'd love it if you used me like one of your little sluts," I peeled down my tight jeans. I would be my son's slut now, just like Cindy and this other girl.

I smiled as I unhooked the bra, and peeled off my panties to toss them all in the same pile. He came up to me and began massaging my large breasts as I closed my eyes and asked a question. "So, where do you want to do me? Your bed, Cindy's here?" I was hoping he'd do me - fuck me - here, for all to see with the open door, like he did his sister. I wanted the world to know that I was saving my son.

He stopped and thought, letting go of my boobs to my torment. "Cindy's bed, I guess. And she can join us. Janice can even film it." I hug my boy as his erect cock pokes my leg. He grabs my hand and the dripping Cindy's, as we all go up the stairs, Janice following with her phone.

Since Cindy had been in university, the bedroom was mostly unused, I lay down on top of the covers, as John ponders how the threesome will commence. I've been in a threesome before, not that either of my children would know, but this was Johnny's show, and I'd let him direct it. Cindy shimmied overhead, her pussy over my face. A bit of a mess from its destruction a few hours ago, but I wasn't going to object. This was what Johnny wanted, even if I was a bit rusty on pussy-eating. I could feel the head of his penis prodding into me, lining up for the perfect impalement, to be caught on camera for all to see.

"Lights," he said, as he shimmies closer, his penis almost going inside completely before he pulls out and keeps it in place, as Cindy lowers herself onto my face, supported by the overhead bed railings. "Camera," Janice circled around to get the best angle, as I could feel Johnny licking his lips and trying to manage ease of entry into my body. "Action!" he said, as he pounded into me while I began sucking on Cindy's clit.

He said something else, probably some taunting or something, but I was focused on pleasuring my daughter. That my son was fucking me was great, but I had two tasks at hand, and he was getting pleasure by himself.

"You like your son fucking you?" he asked, as we slammed forward on the bed.

"Yes!" I respond, into my daughter's cunt, not that he or the camera could understand me. I did love it. The sex. The pleasure. It would save his life.

"You like the thought of him putting a baby in your dumpster of a pussy, bitch?"

"Yes!" I responded again. He was insulting me, trying to belittle my body, my sense of self-worth, as he reveled in the thought of impregnating me for some reason, as if that mattered. Of course I loved the thought of him knocking me up. I was his bitch, his slut, his whore. Whatever he needed me to be to get rid of this erection and have another day with him.

"This is for liking Cindy more than me!" he pushed into me. What?

"And all the Christmases where I didn't get what I wanted and she did!" Wait? That's not true...

"And all the shitty birthdays and she was treated like a princess!" Oh my God... John filled me with his seed, satisfying his fetish for knocking up his own mother. But what he said... did he really believe that I treated Cindy better than him?

"Okay, Janice upload it!" he yelled, as she stopped filming, with Cindy awkwardly gets off my juice covered face without barely having an orgasm. I did, as I smiled while feeling the overactive semen squirming within my insides.

"Johnny..." I began, reaching out to my son who wasn't even paying attention to me. I wanted to apologize for any perceived mistreatment of him and...

"Mom, can you take me down to LA tomorrow instead of school? I'm going to knock up some of the Marvel chicks," he said, nonchalantly, not even looking at me.

"Janice will be staying with us to be a cumdump," he finished, pulling her down forcefully and wiping his dick with her hair.

He walked out while sifting through his phone, as I turned to the nice young woman with gunk in her hair. "Hi, I'm Karen!" I finally introduced myself to this young girl. "Janice," she said, sheepishly. I gave her a gentle hug and she helped me off of Cindy's bed.