What about birth control

Matt woke up the next morning with a beautiful woman in his arms and another at his feet. Life was good... for about three seconds. Then he remembered... he hadn't bothered with a condom when he'd fucked his mom the previous night. Shit. What if she got pregnant. He might dream about a porn streaming empire but realistically he was a high school kid who had no way to provide for a child. And that was not even considering the higher rate of birth defects in children of incestuous relationships.

"Hey mom."

"Huh? Yes, master."

"Please tell me that you're on birth control."

Her face fell. "You don't want to have a child by me? Have I failed my master."

"No, nothing like that. And, ah, I haven't thought about children but I know I'm not ready." Oh, shit. He was so dead. Worse, Ms. Chadra had even given him the lecture on being careful and then he went and did it bareback anyway. How long would it have taken to just ask?

"Mother, that isn't very nice." Karen sat up in the bed.

Their mother laughed. "Your face. Ohmigod, you completely fell for it."

" What?"

"I'm on the implant. I tried to persuade your father to have a vasectomy when we decided to stop at two children but he thought it threatened his masculinity."

Matt sort of got that. But not really. In what universe does your value as a male depend on your ability to impregnate a woman when you're requiring said woman to mess with her hormones so you won't impregnate her?

"So, you are on birth control."

"Of course. You may be the head of the household but I still take some responsibility, you know. Now we'd better get moving. {if momjob=true}Dr. Phuan won't be amused if I'm late for work on my second day and you{else}You{endif} two need to get to school."