David (Epilogue)

You changed David Jr. while David and Carrie had the first post-birth fuck. He was really giving it to her, you thought. You sighed, adjusting your panties. After she had the baby, she and David had bought a spacious suburbia home to settle down in. The five bedrooms for the children had excellent soundproofing. Your room, right next to David and Carrie's, had paper thin walls and was labeled the maid quarters.

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Carrie emulated David quite well now. She could belch and fart with the best of them. She ate with her hands. She was packing thirty pounds beyond what she normally would. And she gave you her piss as much as David gave him hers.

Eventually Justin moved in and they settled as a throuple. Most of the kids were David's, although the youngest, Alvin, looked far more like Justin and had his general build. It could have been a worst existence for all, you thought. But with hindsight, you may have made some different decisions. Carrie knocked on your door. You answered it. She was wearing a wifebeater with yellow stains, and she had just had her sixth baby. She scratched her asscrack as you looked at her quizzically.

"C'mon, bitch. I need to piss. And then I need you to get David hard for me." You sighed.

"Yes, Ma'am."