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Karen's Babies - 2
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) 

***

Karen, her belly swelling with her seventh, approached 
the upright metal pole with a great dildo mounted on 
top. Her legs on either side of the pole, she squatted 
down over it, shuddering from a mini-orgasm when the 
tip first pushed into her pussy. 

She smiled sadistically as she felt the new life inside 
her squirm desperately. 'End of the line, bitch,' she 
thought. 'Yeah, this is the entire reason I had you, 
Sarah. So that your dad and I could get off while 
having an abortion. You were conceived so that we could 
get off.'

She forced the dildo as deep as it was supposed to go 
before turning to her son and nodding, spelling the end 
for their latest unborn child. His obscenely large cock 
erect and dripping, John hit the switch at the base of 
the pole. The giant dildo started vibrating.

Little Sarah squirmed inside her slutty, wicked 
mother's belly. In her demented, lust-filled mind, 
Karen heard, actually heard, her daughter cry out, 
"Please Mommy. I won't touch Daddy's cock. You don't 
have to do anything for me. You can fuck him all day 
long. Please!" 

Karen clenched her teeth as she squatted down further 
and the dildo pushed against the womb that imprisoned 
her daughter. She grabbed her giant naked breasts, 
which her third trimester had filled with milk. Milk 
that Sarah would never taste. This was Karen's third 
late-term abortion. 

"She's squirming and kicking," Karen moaned out loud. 
"I-I can feel the dildo pressing against her. She can 
too. She knows what's coming. Oh fuck it's so hot!"

"Are you ready Mom?" John breathed, fighting the urge 
to masturbate. Not yet.

Karen nodded. She and John had become experts at timing 
her abortions, making her climax at just the right 
point. With their practiced techniques, abortion became 
not only tolerable but pleasurable. In fact, the best, 
kinkiest fucking Karen ever had was when it made her 
lose a baby. It was so obscene.

Mother and son had discovered their shared fetish after 
the abortion of Amy, the first of their children that 
they named. John had forced Karen to abort their first 
child, afraid that he would become a rival for their 
mother's incestuous affections. But it was no longer 
about jealousy; it was about lust. John's ultimate 
fantasy had once been a harem of incestuous daughters, 
from whom he would breed more daughters. 

But all that changed after realizing that getting rid 
of their babies for fun was the peak of sexy hedonism. 
It was so arousing, having these little bitches and 
bastards completely at their mercy. Karen and John 
could do whatever they wanted to them. They had even 
taken to naming Karen's terminated pregnancies, just 
for the hell of it.

"Oh! OH GOD!" Karen's screams of pleasure and pain were 
uninhibited as she felt the dildo break its way into 
her womb. Its powerful vibrations and Sarah's desperate 
final thrashings pleasured her to no end as she was 
thrown into the intense climax that only the 
abandonment of her maternal responsibilities could give 
her. She squirmed and thrashed on top of that pole as 
milk spilled from her nipples. "FUCK FUCK FUCK! OHHhhhh 
yeeeAAAHHHH! OH SARAH!" 

She spread her legs, squatted down further, and grinded 
her hips against the base of the pole. She screamed in 
pleasure for over a minute before collapsing onto her 
back, the pole still sticking out of her pussy and 
buzzing loudly.

Taking his cue, John took the pole and pulled it out of 
Karen's pussy. "You've gotta push Mom. Just like you're 
in labor. Push!" Together, mother and son wrenched out 
Karen's aborted fetus.

"Oh Sarah!" Karen moaned in a voice that was both 
mocking and sexy. "You make Mommy feel so good. Mommy 
*loves* you!" She cackled.

No sooner had Sarah been torn from her mother's womb 
than John put a hand to his cock and, with only a few 
hard strokes, sent his seed spraying all over them.

"Did you get it all?" Karen asked once she'd caught her 
breath. 

John walked over the video camera mounted on a tripod. 
"Yep."

John and Karen's life was perfect. Ever since Karen 
divorced her husband, she and John had been able to 
live entirely off his child support payments. John was 
pulled out of school and Karen, a former schoolteacher, 
home-schooled him. However, John was way behind since 
they spent their lessons fucking instead of studying.

Nowadays Karen got pregnant solely for the purpose of 
getting an abortion. Sometimes they were impatient and 
got rid of a baby right when they found out about it. 
But the pleasure was best when they waited for her last 
trimester. There was also the added bonus of breast 
milk.

Ever since mother and son began their journey into this 
ultimate depravity, they learned that there was an 
underground subculture filled with people who shared 
their wicked fetish. They made enough money so that 
they would never need to work again. Their movies, the 
"Karen's Babies" series, were sold in legitimate stores 
telling people that they were fake. But a few 
unverifiable, though true, rumors over the Internet 
saying that the abortions were real greatly increased 
demand.

Afterwards, throwing out Sarah's remains, Karen lay in 
bed to let her vagina heal. Her son-husband John lay 
beside her, gently sucking the milk from her breasts.

"That was the best one yet," John said between 
mouthfuls. Thinking about it made his cock start 
growing again.

Karen placed her hand on the back of her son's head, 
gently pressing his face further into her milk-laden 
chest. "Well besides Sarah, which was your favorite?"

John sorted through his memories, giving him a full 
hard-on. "Jessica," he said breathlessly.

"You in the mood to watch?"

"Yeah, Mom. Definitely!" John hurried to the TV that 
sat in front of their bed, grabbed the DVD marked 
"Jessica's First and Last Time," and slid it into the 
player.

The movie started playing. Karen was on the screen 
naked, her eight-month pregnancy showing.

"Hey everyone," the Karen on the TV said. "I'm sure 
some of you heard about my first daughter Amy. Sorry, 
but I didn't tape that one. But I can show you what it 
looked like," She caressed her bulging belly, "because 
I've got her little sister Jessica here today. And 
today's her big day." Karen grinned wickedly. "I'm 
gonna get rid of her for your entertainment." 

Karen leaned forward and writhed around. "Mmm. I can 
feel her kicking and squirming around. It's as if she's 
saying 'No Mommy! Please don't do it!' But we all know 
what's going to happen, don't we?" She held up her 
strongest dildo, the one that had aborted Amy, and 
flipped it on. It began to buzz.

"It's time, baby!" Karen shoved the dildo inside 
herself.

John couldn't contain himself any longer. Since his 
mother's vagina was still healing, he flipped up her 
skirt and aimed his pole for Karen's anus. Karen yanked 
her skirt back down and moved into a sitting position, 
smiling in amusement at her son.

"Mom!" John whined. "When will you let me fuck your 
ass?"

"Never! That's disgusting."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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