Home is Where the Problem Is

Mom drove and that girl, Tovah I think it was, attempted to snuggle with me, but I pushed her off. I was sweating, clammy, and nervous. This was all a dream before, fucking anything and everything with little concern for them like some sort of sandbox GTA game. But no one died. Or maybe others died. Fuck, Joan went to the hospital. Did she make it? What about the other mother I **** — how many had it been? — who I sent to jail to get fucked by the inmates? Did they kill her too? I left Mrs. Hernandez in the middle of a gangbang with her students. And those other students, I just sent out into the world naked. This was a dream. Now it was a nightmare.

When I fucked Ji-Yoo yesterday morning — was it really yesterday? — I had no idea about the impregnation until informed immediately after. That's what opened the floodgates. That old fetish of mine was unleashed and I called the assembly, fucked my old crush and some emo chick, then a teacher, then I stumbled on a love of **** that afternoon with the jogger and the first mother and... and... Oh God, the Greers. Everly, who was pretty much catatonic and I just shrugged it off. And Lacey. Lacey Carol Ann Mercer Greer. Mother of two. Devoted wife of twenty years. Volunteer at the homeless shelters and the Catholic Archdiocese. Managing director of seven charitable trusts and outspoken activist on local poverty reform. She was dead.

"You did this..." I saw the bloodied, naked body of Joan Rodgers. "This was your all fault," said sweet Everly as her small tits pushed into me from the back. It was a void. I was naked. They were naked. "Why did you do it?" Janice, Ji-Yoo, Nichole, Yasmin, Najia, Erin. All circling me. Mrs. Hernandez, the jogger, the mother, Jana. "You **** us." Reverend Davis, Cindy, Mom, Carla. "You ruined us." They all had baby bumps now. Except for a few. Joan, Everly, Tovah. "You killed us."

They were all in my face. All speaking loudly but not yelling. All mad. All deathly serious. "You. You. You! YOU!" I stood face-to-face with the sewn-up but still mangled body of Lacey Greer, exactly as I saw her when identifying her earlier, as she stared at me with lifeless eyes. Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Her jaw was unhinged as I screamed.

"Aaagh!" I screamed as I kicked forward in the back of my mom's SUV. Tovah was pushed off as she attempted a blowjob. "Did I do it wrong?" she asked, as I frantically looked around and surveilled my location. I was home. They had parked and Tovah was giving me a blowjob in my sleep as my mom waited in the driver's seat. It was dark. Late. The night was long and full of terrors.

I sprinted out, not bothering to adjust my pants as I just kicked them off, leaving Tovah and Mom behind. I burst the door open to a surprised Jana and Janice, both naked and pacing. "John?" they said, before I rushed up the stairs. I broke into my mom's bedroom. There were candles. Mood lighting. Rose petals. What the fuck? On the bed lay my sister, seductively smiling at me, as she sits next to Everly. Showered, cleaned-up, oiled-up even. She was smooth and ready. "Why are you doing this?!" she had asked me yesterday. I didn't have an answer then. I don't have an answer now.

"I'm sorry about before," she interrupted my train of thought, her body mimicking Cindy's as they lightly fondled one another. "I'm willing to... fuck... a little more enthusiastically now. Or you can take me like the stallion you are. Whatever helps. I've had plenty of practice this afternoon." She giggled with Cindy as I took it all in.

"Your mom's dead," I said, bursting past any tact or diplomacy in this situation.

"What?!" "Huh?" Cindy and Everly were confused. "I-is this a sick joke?" she asked, "or," she smiled, "I get it. One of your cruel roleplays. Big bad wolf killed my mom huh? Are you going to **** me?"

"She was hit by a truck." I walked out, as they frantically went to check their phones.

I was downstairs, staring at the TV as I pondered the meaning of my existence. The TV was on Pornhub, of course, showing some highlights of make-believe EDP porn. No wait, real EDP porn released online from some yokel in Washington. That's his mother and twin sister, alright. The resemblance is striking. Aaron McMiller, he states for the camera, showing his driver's license and the licenses of his two nude cuties to prove the ****, I guess. I googled him. He died three days later when fucking a helicopter pilot. The guy in Ohio choked himself while his friends and family watched and helped. The guy in Wisconsin got shot while fucking his Congresswoman sister. The guy in Virginia was blowing an ele...

It always ended badly. This wasn't heaven. This was hell. Life was hell. Janice was saying something. Jana was trying to jack off my limp dick. Mom was feeling my forehead. I tuned it all out as I watched Aaron McMiller, in his last week of life, fuck the ass of his closest relative. The camera doesn't show it clearly, but a mirror does. She was crying. She was in pain. And he didn't fucking care. She died in the helicopter crash as well. He was a monster. I am a monster.

"No!" I yelled, smacking Jana away forcefully. "I am not doing this. Jana, take Everly home. To her dad and her brother. Then go back to your husband. Tell Doug I have no more need of his services. Or of you. Janice, go home. I don't want you here. I don't like you. I never did. Mom, give me my pants. Then take Tovah home to her father. She's not mine anymore. She never was. Tell Cindy to go back to her dorm. I'm going to bed."

They didn't argue, but they were all visibly upset. I turned the TV off, the insanity, and left this crazy world behind. When my pants were handed to me, I slipped them on, and walked upstairs. I looked away as Cindy and Everly were standing worriedly at my mom's door. I walked into my room, the sheets a mess, the world at least a little familiar in here, as I locked the door, shut the lights off, and lay down.

It was probably twenty minutes before my breathing became a struggle and my heartbeat jumped. I didn't care. This was how it was meant to be.