Everybody

"What the hell?" I said. It was Mom, okay. And my aunt Diane. And was that Principal Mathis? And Nurse Johnson? She's still alive?

And there was Ji-Yoo Park. Lovely as always. And my head nurse, Mary. And that must be Heather Winslow. And... and...

More people were pulling up. Everyone I ever fucked was here, it seemed. Some were naked, some engaged in sexual foreplay already. I jumped out of the car and made a beeline to Cindy who was setting up a large cake with her daughters. "What the fuck is this?"

"It's a family reunion of sorts. Everyone I could get ahold of that you fucked is here, as well as the children you conceived with them. Well, the oldest ones."

"Johnny!" my topless mother ran to me and gave me a quick french. I wasn't in the mood for animalistic sex, so I stopped her when she attempted to suck my unerect cock. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for your awakening, but at least you had Megan to fuck."

"You know Megan, mom?" I said, curious to how much she knows.

"I know all my grandchildren, all 3000. Plus, she's always at the hospital when I visit, and we shared you a few times. Very sweet girl. I hope you keep her as your primary fuck." Megan blushed at your mother's high praise.

I walked away in a daze. The youngest ones were blushing as I passed. I shooed away some old high school friends and acquaintances. The receptionist I fucked yesterday was setting up a carnival stand and gloryhole. She was now wearing a pink gi.

I saw Amy being tied up, by April and Winters, upside down and naked to a pole. She was crying, which cheered me up a little bit. I went into the Manor itself, only to find it filled to the brim with activity. Dr. Behan was there. "Oh, hello John," he said, huffing and puffing. "Megan said you were probably moving in here, so St. Gabriel's will be relocating its clinic staff to this location. It's going to take alot of work to convert some rooms into hospital-ready condition."

I punched the fat man in the stomach and looked for a quiet room to relax and catch my breath. I could see Megan, mom, and Janice slowly follow me but keeping a distance. I found a small study on the second floor of the law library that hadn't been touched. No windows, just some old books and a non-functioning laptop. And a huge fucking painting of Charles Reeves, from his time as Solicitor General.

I stared at Charles and he "stared" at me. I wondered what his ultimate plan was. I don't know how many minutes passed before there was a knock on the door.

"Johnny, it's your mother. I know you need some alone time, but you do need to fuck someone soon. Please let me in, or let me know who you want to fuck, and I'll go fetch her."

I gave her a moment to sweat, as I removed my clothes and worked up an erection. I grabbed the painting of old Chuck and held it as best I could as I opened the study door.

Mom was happy to see me naked and erect, but abit confused by the painting. "Get all the paintings of Reeves and his stupid ancestors. We're going to build a bonfire." She just as awkwardly began carrying the painting as she followed me down the steps, while nearby nurses and daughters began prying off paintings, grabbing old photos, and taking down the couple of old carvings for the pit on the nearby beach.

I skipped out of the house into the large backyard, full of friends and family, all ready, willing, and able to fuck. "You," I said, pointing to a naked girl with purple hair, "who are you?"

"I'm Violet," heh, "I'm one of your sister/daughters." I looked her up and down. She even dyed her landing strip, but had a clit piercing I wasn't sure about. "Are you a virgin?" She shook her head no. "I gave birth to our son last month."

I sent Violet to go find me a virgin, and then work the gloryhole. I might fuck her there later.

There weren't many men here. Behan was here setting up the new facilities. Winters was here, because I guess he lived here. The few other men wandering about were boyfriends or husbands, who tagged along, or possibly sons of mine. I gave a word to the pregnant teenager managing the gloryhole not to let any other man use it. She had an assortment of matching dildoes, possibly taken from my gift shop, which would be used to fuck the strangers behind the gloryhole. The texture on these things was very realistic.

The women were staring at my erect cock as I walked around the oiled twister game and nude beach volleyball. A professional videographer, carrying the thinnest camera imaginable, walked around filming everyone. She was visibly annoyed when I pantsed her and rubbed her vagina, but did not say anything.

Violet arrived with a shy teenager, dressed in a long black sundress, a cross hanging around her neck. I shooed my newly-met sister away, and held the girl's face in my hand.

"Name, bitch!," I crudely yelled.

"Helen Doe Rogers. You conceived me at a church picnic with Martha Cross." She yelped a little as I tore off her sundress.

I did not recall this Martha Cross, but I did recall coming upon the church picnic during my week. Was it before or after the anime convention? My memory was foggy, but Martha may have been the crying blonde who I **** to break her own hymen with the bishop's crucifix

I tore off Helen's granny panties, and felt inside to confirm her tightness. The membrane covering told me that she was likely a virgin. "Where is old Martha?"

"Mother and Father brought me here when Cindy Doe called us and informed them that you might require us for, um, ejaculations."

I slapped her hard. Her bottomless form fell onto the sand. "I... am your father."

She sobbed, "Yes, sir, of course. I meant stepfather. Michael Rogers. He married my mother when she was pregnant and raised me as his own."

I bent down and pulled this now even dirtier blonde up by her ponytail. "Get your parents over here. I want them to watch me **** you."

I watched as she ran around the house. Some of the others were disturbed, some bemused. A man looking like me, but younger, taller, muscular, and cleanshaven, walked by.

"You, boy, what's your name?" I called out to him. "I'm John, Jr. - well, one of several John, Jrs., and I'm the son of..."

I shut him up with a gesture. I got the idea, and his motherhood didn't matter to me. "Go find your mother and fuck her in the ass." He nodded, and left. I was confused, but said nothing.

Helen returned with her father and mother. Her mother looked 75, despite being probably 40, and my original plan of a threesome went out the window. She looked so young, at the picnic, but her hair had gone gray, she grew crow's feet, and her long legs were probably covered in cellulose and vericose. I don't know for sure, I didn't check.

"What the fuck? You sleep with that thing?" I asked Michael. "We do spend nights as husband and wife," he said plainly, uncomfortable at the scene in front of him and my nudity and erection in particular.

"Say fuck."

"Fuck," all three said in unison, a word they would never utter but at my insistence. I walked to Helen and grabbed her roughly, pulling her towards her stepfather. "Michael, hold my daughter while I fuck her."

He held her shoulders upright as I got in close. Helen and I were of a similar height that I had no problem impaling her as I watched Michael's expression. It was one of perhaps sadness and resignation. "Oh, fuck!" I stated, enjoying her tight cunt. "You don't know what you're missing out, Mike!"

"In fact, I'll let you take her ass." His eyes widened. "I'm sorry?"

"Ass-fucking. It's when you stick your dick in her ass." I was pushing in and out of Helen, now, with ease of her own lubrication finally.

A crowd had formed, and one of the daughters handed me a jar of vaseline. I was just going to have him go in raw, but thought better to prevent any hospitalization. Michael didn't say a word as he removed his pants, prepared himself, and took her rear passageway.

Helen was sobbing and grunting as her two fathers took her in ways only meant for her lawfully wedded husband. She was not going to orgasm anytime soon. But I was. The whole forbidden scene was enough to send me over the edge and flood her with my seed.

I was spent, but I watched as Michael kept at it on his own, and apparently came a few minutes later. "You, bitch," I pointed at the once-lovely Martha. "Clean off your husband. With your tongue. Then," I looked down at the now-collapsed Helen, cradling herself in a fetal position, "clean her up. She'll be living here as my personal fucktoy." The crowd applauded and I saw several portholes recording the scene, with floating thumbs up and likes.

It took a little encouragement from me to get the beach volleyball team captain to clean the blood, cum, and sand off my dick and thighs. My topless mother approached me. "That was a lovely ****, dear," she said, uneasiness in her voice. "Diane and I were going to go to town and pick up some more beer and snacks. There's alot more people here than expected."

"I'll go," I said, stopping their plans, "by myself." Truth be told, I wasn't a fan of crowds, before my personal harem at least, and was wanting an errand like this to escape from it, briefly.

"Um, but we have a cake and..." I grabbed my mother's face to shut her up. "Just get me a list, and I'll have a car drive me."

"I know you just fucked, Daddy, but you really shouldn't be out by yourself..." I backslapped Megan hard before she could finish. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. You're on thin ice, girl."

Moments later, I had found some normal clothes that I think belonged to Winters' dead son. Blue jeans, still in style, and a polo shirt, probably not in style. "Here's a list, Dad," said Megan, a fresh bandage on her lip. I cruelly tore the list out of her hands. "Where's the car?"

Reeves Manor had a fleet of cars. Teslas, Cadillacs, old Fords from when they were still in business. They were all converted to independent self-driving, which ticked me off, but I was a little tipsy from the whiskey. So it was probably a good idea not to drive.

"Now, daddy," Megan began, a step back with fear in her voice, "if you could be back by 8 for the cake presentation, it would be appreciated. Just to the liquor store and back, right?"

Yeah, right.