Niceties

"It's great seeing you two get along for once."

You are speechless, and Andrea can't talk with your cock in her mouth.

"I just forgot my phone, but I can stay and watch for a few if you need me, sweetie."

You popped your cock out of Andrea's face. "I- I was just... I..."

"You were fucking your sister in the face. That's so sweet that you can use your sister like that. She has a very beautiful pussy. You'll love fucking that."

She took the words out of your mouth, although half of them you never heard your mother say before.

"Mom," began Andrea as she stood up, still dripping on the floor. "I don't want to fuck John. I can't afford to get pregnant."

Your mother slapped Andrea loud as you contemplated those words. "If Johnny wants to fuck you, you *will* fuck him. He already knocked up the Fellowses. Besides, I *know* what line of work you're in, and they probably pay extra for preggo porn."

Wait, your sister was in porn? Wait, your mother knows about the pregnancy thing? You had forgotten about increased fertility as one of your rules, at the time, merely thinking about it as a punishment for some of the mean girls at school. But not your sister or your mother. You hadn't gave it a single moment of contemplation at the Fellows house. Did they know, and not even care? Did you really impregnate a mother and daughter, on film, in front of the father?

You willed your cock down and stepped back as Mom and Andrea kept fighting. You had planned on fucking Andrea's brains out, but not knocking her up. You had control over your own ejaculations, but that ejaculate was "12,000%" more potent. Hell, you'd probably impregnate girls on toilet seats with that sort of potency. This was the curse part of your genie's wish, one you had insisted on but had not thought through.

You were breathing heavy as the two stopped arguing. "Sweetie, are you okay?" You were hyperventilating thinking about the potential pregnancies.

"It's okay, John, you can fuck me. Just calm down," your sister, for once, had concern in her eyes.

They led you to your room and layed you down on the bed, atop the covers. Andrea began attempting another blowjob on your unerect cock. "Jesus, nothing works with this guy," she said, taking a momentary break from her ministrations.

"Try tickling his balls, or fingering his ass," responded mom, feeling my head for fever.

"I think I know how to give a blowjob," says Andrea, with an eyeroll. You become a little more cognizant and will yourself erect, slapping your sister in the face. "Ow!"

You turn to your mother. "Mom?"

She looked at you with a smile, "Yes, sweetie."

"Fuck me."

Ten minutes later, mom has her skirt and panties removed, and is riding your cock. Andrea, still nude, is filming the entire activity on your phone. Your hands are rubbing your mother's tits under her shirt as she rides you. She smiles in appreciation of what you can only assume is a mini-orgasm. A major one soon follows.

This, this is heaven. Cindy was great. Jodi was better. Mrs. Fellows was something. But they all paled in comparison to your own mother, in attractiveness, in fuckability, in everything. The old you would've cum a long time ago, but the new you was holding back. Was giving your mother all the pleasure she could desire.

And she was loving it. Not just the orgasms, but the fact that she was pleasing her son. Her baby boy. And now her middle child, you thought, as you unleashed a torrent in conjunction with your mother's third orgasm.

She kissed your forehead and dismounted, as you relaxed after conceiving Susan Doe's third child.