Reunions

After I was discharged from the hospital, Megan pulled out a clear rectangle with icons on it and began fiddling with it. "Is that what phones look like now?" I ask. "Phone?" She asked, then looked down. "Oh! My Port-Hole lite. Yeah, I guess it's sort of like a phone." She responded.

The future is definitely going to take some getting used to. Before I could ponder what else had changed, a sleek magnetically lifted car with a 'T' brand on the passenger door pulled up and opened up it's rear doors for us to enter.

Megan returned to typing on her pho- I mean Port-Hole Lite and to my amazement I saw the car was self driving. "Elon Musk, you crazy bastard...." I mused to myself with a chuckle. "Dad, you know the president?" Megan asked, amazed. Yep, definitely going to need a refresher course on some modern history.

We soon arrived at my old house, looking exactly as it did twenty one years ago. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I knocked on the door. Whether that was from my nerves or because my three hours was coming up soon, I wasn't sure.

What I was sure of is that I once again burst into tears as I was greeted by my mom and sister. Or mom and sister...and sons and daughters, I should say.

"John!" Cindy exclaimed as she hugged me tightly. "This is Sarah, Beth, Ben, and Jack." She said motioning to kids. The boys who fifteen and sixteen then the twins Sarah and Beth who were twenty.

I was told the girls hadn't had sex with me yet as Cindy wanted their first times to be special, something which mom strongly disagreed with. "And those are just mine that haven't moved away or are with the babysitter." She explained.

Megan's Port-Hole beeped with an alarm. "Dad, it's almost time for your three hour session." She told me. "Ben, Jack, go play outside. It's time for us ladies to help your Uncle John." The boys went outside and I looked towards my mom. "Are you still able to take a good fucking?" I ask with a devilish grin. "You know it. Anything for my little boy." She smiled.