Goodbye and Hello (Main Path Finale)

It'd been a decade now. A decade since you'd had the crazy idea for Carrie to date your dad. It was a sudden, poorly thought out decision that could have gone terribly wrong at countless junctures. But somehow, you'd end up married to the man of your dreams. And so had Carrie.

You didn't think of her much really, anymore. You had Marco to take care of, inside the bedroom and out. You had meals to cook and a kitchen to maintain. You and Marco had a daughter through a surrogate. But you were still so appreciative of Carrie. She healed your dad. She made your dad into a better man. She found Marco for you. She put you in touch with your true nature, one you thought you'd buried impossibly deep.

You knew your dad was running to be President. You saw him all the time on TV. Frankly, you were conflicted. You loved your Daddy, and you knew he could be an openminded person. But he had a lot of conservative instincts, inflamed by some of those around him. Tommy was a good advisor, but some of them ... yech. It was the difficult position of being a family member to a person whose political views you frequently disagreed with. So you stopped watching the news, It was a surprise, then, when there was a knock on the door. It was Carrie.

"Mind if if I come in, Joanie?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course, Mother ... I didn't know you were in town." Carrie smiled.

"So is this my granddaughter?" she asked, going over to the brown Latina girl, Alejandra, that you and Marco were raising.

"It is."

"She's very beautiful.."

"Thanks. Uh, Mother, what's up?"

"Did you see your father won?" You swallowed.

"No, I didn't." She chuckled softly.

"I'm not surprised. You want to stay off the radar. I get it. I thought it'd be a good time for us to have a chat. For the last time as Carrie and Joanie. In the future, it'll be Mom and Joanie. Or Ma'am and Joanie if you piss me off." You nodded, motioning for her to sit with you on the couch. She stayed standing, and you watched in shock as she peeled off her clothing. She'd had five kids -- Jack, Cathy, Colt, Austin and now Isabella.

"You next, Joanie. After all I've done for you, you owe me this." You stayed still for a long moment, then reluctantly peeled off your clothing. She appraised your new figure.

"Nice. D-cup implants?"

"Yes. From Dr. Ortiz." Carrie chuckled.

"I think he died."

"The nephew, not the uncle." You both laughed at the inside joke.

"Got the balls removed too, I see." You nodded, blushing. She sat on the couch finally. She smiled, kissing your cheek.

"See what your father has wrought, sweetie." You gently moved down onto your knees before Carrie. You checked out her ankles. Her calves. Her thighs and hips. She kept the tan. She was thicker, more womanly. Constantly being bred could do that to a woman. You could see the stretch marks on her belly. She'd kept the clit and navel and nipple piercings. Her pussy was still hairy, and hadn't been trimmed in a very long time. Her breasts were very heavy. She was still nursing.

"Very beautiful, Mother."

"Thanks sweetie. You know, it's been ten years now, since we started this roller coaster ride." You nodded. "Any regrets?" You blinked, looking up at her.

"No, Mother. Angst in the beginning sure. But you did what you did to help." Carrie smiled.

"Ive tried so very hard to fix this broken family. And I've succeeded. But I still have one thing to do." She took your head in her hands, and offered her breast. You looked up at her. She wanted to be your mother. Not just the odd fitting relationship between stepmother and son. You leaned up, taking her teat into your mouth, and started to nurse.

After a little bit of work, the flow started.

"That's it, Joanie. I healed you and your dad. I found Marco. But I could never replace your mom. And it was frustrating. So much of what I've done, I've done for you. But it didn't get you to 100%. And then I realized you needed your Mom back. Well, your new-ish Mom." You sucked at her breast. It was true. You felt closer to her than you ever had. And you mourned for your mom in that same moment, but you knew ... always ... that Carrie would watch out for you, not as a lover, not as an ex ... but as your mom.

"I love you, Mom," you whispered as she tugged her breast from your mouth.

"I love you too sweetie. Goodbye ... and hello." You both laughed.