(Not as) Bad (an) Ending

My name is Karen Doe. Former accountant. Former harem girl. Former mother. And a mother-to-be.

I felt my protruding belly as I laid flowers at the shared grave of my two children, John Francis and Cindy Crawford Doe. Both gone before their time. Both taken due to the ravages and insanity brought on by a terrible disease. The paramedics attempted to resuscitate and ejaculate John, but the fall had broken his body, and he was paralyzed from the neck down. With an inability to orgasm, his body began shutting down and there was nothing we could do. His sister was clinging to life, barely, but she must have sensed his demise, and she followed within days.

That was a lonely time. My family had been in town, but I shooed them away. My former husband attempted to reach out to me, but I just stared at him cold in the face and scared him away with my will. No mother should outlive their children. I thought of following them, joining them wherever they may wound up. But I couldn't. Because of the baby.

Violet is what she'll be named, I decided, from her father John's favorite color. She couldn't be an EDP, but perhaps she could live a semi-normal life. I cried thinking of how he would never get the chance to fuck his own daughter. But she would know everything about her father.

I wasn't alone. In the days after John's passing, his harem all went their separate ways. Erin and Ashley, my abusers, off to their life together. Ji-Yoo, back to her parents. Martha, I had to let go. She performed a touching service at John's funeral, next to images and video of him violently fucking her congregation. He would probably not like her freedom. They left forever, albeit with parting gifts thanks to John.

One person remained, with her parents' gracious permission. John's friend, Janice DiAngelo. A lovely girl, and glowing as her pregnancy progressed. She kept me from following my children to the great beyond. Made me realize that I needed to live for my next child. We recounted tales of John's exploits, laughing and growing close. I had been a wild child, at one point, before Frank briefly got his hooks in me, and I knew from college how to handle a woman.

Janice didn't know much in the ways of sleeping with women, other than what she had been taught to do for John's pleasure, and I was a bit rusty, but we found each other, and learned how to keep our bed warm at night. The age difference didn't bother her, and her parents, Alma and Jon, were amazingly accepting of our relationship, much more than my parents ever had been. Janice would help raise my Violet, and I would help raise her Robin. I would have two more children again, a fitting legacy for the two that were no more.

Many years have passed. Janice went to college, and she bought me and the kids. She became much leaner and fitter. My younger trophy wife: Janice Doe. The kids grew up very attractive. If I was still engaging in ****, I might ask them out. Or eat them out. I tell them that joke, and they just roll their eyes.

Robin rebelled, became a lawyer. She's highly conservative and traditional, wearing long dresses in a time where people regularly walk the streets topless. Violet had a bit of my wild streak in her, getting pregnant at a rock concert, even though she claimed to be a lesbian. I'm certain **** were involved, but I love her all the same, as well as my new granddaughter.

Janice Doe became the world's foremost expert in Erection Dependence. She became pregnant several more times, leading to quite the enlarged household. I loved all her children equally, although perhaps less so than the two we had with John.

The cancer is spreading now. Eighty-four isn't that bad of an age to go. 45 years since John and Cindy passed. John's legacy surrounded me. Robin was long gone, dying in a horrible mugging, but Violet and her two wives were here, as well as her daughter with a great-granddaughter on the way. Janice, looking fetching even at 63, held my hands and smiled with her eyes. Her children and grandchildren were somewhere nearby. Ji-Yoo had kept in touch, even after hitting it big as a porn star, which was almost a mainstream industry these days. Although, she was probably doing granny porn, I laughed, before the pain hit me.

Nothing could be done. I looked at the moving picture on my Porthole, the one of John and Cindy fucking each other after the anime convention. The screen grew dark as my eyes began to close, knowing I would be joining my two in the Great Beyond.