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Karen's Babies
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A son's obsession leads his mother into incest, 
adultery, pregnancy, and abortion. (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

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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.
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