Mrs. Collins

Tony awoke to a heavier presence riding him. The sun in his eyes, he shielded himself enough to recognize that Sheila Collins was atop him now, naked and fucking him. Groggily, he yawned and his hands held onto her wide thighs. Jamie had been a little on the thick side, but Tony didn't even notice, but Sheila was definitely overweight. Not absurdly so, but she had enough cushion to wake him the fuck up in the morning.

"Shh..." she said, as he started to protest. "It's just a morning fuck, Tone," she spoke with a Jersey accent that just hit a nerve.

Annoyed at being fucked by an unexpected woman, although this was life now, Tony asked for the whereabouts of Jamie.

"Jamie's eating breakfast. She can't just fuck you twenty-four seven, Casanova." She smiled, but he just turned to look at the clock. It was already 6:30 AM. By 6:32, Tony had managed to explode within Sheila's fuckhole.

As he looked for his pants and underwear, Sheila got off her daughter's bed and inspected her dripping vagina, dripping an excess amount of Tony's own cum. "My God, you sure do cum a lot. Which doesn't really make sense, because one drop of this would be enough to impregnate any lady it's inserted into," she says, licking the cum off her index finger.

"What?!" he stared at her in shock after pulling on a pair of underwear.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, winking, while still unconcerned with her large nudity. "You and I are going to have a child it seems." Tony frowned at the thought of impregnating his neighbor's wife.

"Also, since you fucked Jamie in this bed, I'm pretty sure you gave me my first grandchild. I'm not sure if she realized that at the time. I'll let her know." Tony's heart sunk at the idea as Sheila left the room au naturel to tell her daughter of their shared impregnations.

Two years ago, Tony went to a strip club with some of the guys at the office, as he often did. And one of his coworkers paid his favorite stripper, Jewelee, to fuck him. It was a seedy strip club. Tony fucked her. Many times. But something must've happened on this night two years ago. The condom broke or was just old or something, but Jewelee got pregnant. And she let him know. And his wife know. And the Divorce lawyers know. In less than four months, that one act dismantled his life. He had another child, a child to a stripper he had not seen in over a year, who was receiving a significant chunk of his paycheck, as well as his divorced wife and five legitimate kids.

Now he had two more on the way. That was a concern he had not really thought over. Fucking these two might've bankrupted him even more. There's no way he could be held liable for children born under my condition, Tony pondered. He pulled on the last of his clothing and went downstairs.

Sheila's naked rear end was sticking out for all to see as Tony peered into the kitchen, where she was having a cordial conversation with her husband and daughter. Tony approached as she finished up her statement. "...and then he was surprised when I told him about him knocking us up. Oh, Tone," she said, surprised to see him next to her. He surveyed the room, but was just facing inquisitive and supportive looks from Paul and Jamie.

"I- I'm sorry I knocked your wife and daughter up. I promise, I'll make it right," Tony said to Paul, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

He just smiled and laughed a little. "Don't worry about it, man. It happens. Did I tell you about my great-grandfather? It was Depression-era Kansas, and he was an Okie. Don't know his name. But he hitchhiked through a farm town where my great-great grandfather lived, and he fucked that man's wife and all three of his grown daughters. Four kids were born, and he had to lay down the burden of raising them. That's how this disease works. We save your life, and in exchange, you give us a parting gift. No big whoop." He smiled and squeezed his daughter's hand, but saw that Tony wasn't satisfied with the answer.

"I'm an accountant, Tony. Read the info online or the pamphlets the doctor gave you. You're not liable for any child conceived through your condition. Hell, the children you had before you probably don't have to pay for, since this is a life-long disease even if it only manifested recently. I'd look into that, if I were you." Tony nodded.

"Thanks for being gentle with my daughter, by the way. You didn't have to be. She says she even came when you came." He seemed proud of his daughter's orgasm, as Tony backed away.

"S-sorry, I can't stay for breakfast," Tony said, pulling out his cell phone. "I need to make a phone call and run some errands." He opened up his phone and was surprised to see some naked pictures of Jamie fucking you as you slept last night, probably taken by her mother or father.

"Something to remember me by," said Jamie, smiling as you nodded. Tony stepped out the door and found the name he was looking for in his contacts.