Class of February 29, 2040

I sat in the school showers as three seniors scrubbed my body nice and clean. The girl paying due obedience to the task of cleaning my cock, I directed her subtly towards a handjob. She was doing the job admirably. The girl trimming my beard with a straight razor was a little less at ease. It probably didn't help when I started finger-fucking her, but I like to live dangerously.

Megan was being patched up by the school doctor, my old classmate (and mother of my child, but who isn't?) Nichole Moray. The Superintendant, Heather Michaels, nee Winslow, was supervising my cleaning in the girls' locker room. I had her show me if she still looked good in her birthday suit, and she did not disappoint. I had fucked multiple babies in her, as she was a big promoter of school field trips to the John Doe Memorial Fertility Clinic, and she would often encourage other students to fuck me even in my comatose state.

Principal MacMillan and Vice Principal Hernandez (another baby momma) were finishing up the last minute touches to the graduation ceremony, thanks to assistance by the set-up drones and the Robotics Club.

I decided to forego fucking one of these teenagers as I was handed a graduation robe and began making my way out of the locker room when my eyes beset a familiar sight. There she was, standing topless with only a Hawaiian-pattern dress underneath and her old church hat. "Mom!" I yelled, to the older woman I recognized as my own mother. I hugged her tight. I looked at her large(r) chest. "Did you get a boob job?"

"Only the best for my baby boy..." she had love in her eyes, and tears, as she pulled me in for an embrace. Her tongue swirled around my mouth. "I learned you were awake..." she said, in between kisses, "but you weren't at the hospital... my car tracked you here... and then Jack MacMillan said he was planning a graduation ceremony..."

"Fuck that," I said. "I want to fuck you." I tore off her skirt, and pushed her to one of the bleachers. Her legs spread as her old pussy looked as inviting as ever. I didn't care about the light grey hairs as I pushed into a sopping mess.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out in orgasm almost instantly. She always loved fucking her baby boy, I thought, as I proceeded to consummate our love for one another. "I forgot how great a live fuck could feel..."

"You stayed faithful to me?" I asked, ignoring the absurdity of a mother being sexually faithful to her son.

"You're the only man I've fucked in 30 years." I noticed that she specified man, there...

"Hey, Bro," said Cindy, appearing in a similar skirt-and-no-shirt combo.

"Fuck her," I said, pointing to Superintendent Michaels, and my now, much older sister nodded and took Heather in hands and began lezzing out. As they fingered each other up against the lockers, I decided to pull out of my mother. She looked a little dismayed but then ecstatic as I began cumming onto her belly and chest.

I stood up and smiled at my masterpiece as my mom looked back and returned the smile. "I missed these little exploits of yours," she said, reaching for her skirt. "Do you want me to put this on?"

I told her yes, and we watched in bemusement as Cindy expertly brought Heather to orgasm. I licked Cindy's fingers and fondly recalled the taste of a stranger's pussy juice.

"John," my mother said, introducing the young women who had entered the locker room with her, although I paid them no mind, "these are my daughters Violet and Amber. And Cindy's daughters Sarah and Beth." I looked at the four young adults, all standing topless, as I began feeling up Amber's tits. "They're all your daughters, too." Of course they were, I thought, as I pinched the pierced nipples on Violet, who gave me a very minxy look.

"Violet just gave birth to your son in January," mom said, as everyone else remained oddly quiet. I shook my head at the disturbing news that I was a grandfather multiple times over. "She named him John, after you."

"Nice."

"He's about the 740th John by my estimate."

"Okay, then."

As I stood there and **** Sarah to start sucking my thumb, my mother said "We should go back into the gym. I have more of our children to introduce to you."

"Yeah, I don't know," I said, getting a little annoyed by all this. I grabbed Sarah by the throat and turned her around. "Just because you guys decided to fuck me non-stop for fifty years doesn't make us one big family. These aren't my daughters, they're just slits. See?" I pulled off Sarah's skirt and exposed her vagina, opening it up with my hand as I continued to hold her throat firmly from behind. I finger-fucked Sarah and found a familiar obstruction. "This one's even a fucking virgin," I said, surprised, as I pushed three fingers in as deep as they could go, breaking open the membrane that was denying me entry. Sarah licked off her own salty juices.

"John," my mother came up to me as I seethed a little in anger, not at her, but at the passing of time. "We'll have time for cruelty later. Now's the chance to celebrate. Leave Sarah be. Let's go have some fun with people willing to have fun."

I nodded as I tossed the girl behind me and we all walked into the main area. I walked in as someone handed me my mortarboard cap, and I laughed at the tassle. I was guided to my one seat, Megan on my right, Mom on my left, while Cindy and the girls - many, many girls - sat behind me. A bevy of topless women adorned the audience, teenagers, and twenty-somethings. Were they all my daughters? All just students? A mixture of both? I don't know, and I don't care at this point.

No band was in attendance, or speakers apparent, as traditional music played. Principal MacMillan stood up in full regalia to talk a little bit about me. How I had outstanding potential, was admired by my peers, had received all my credits and was close to graduating when tragedy struck. Yadda yadda.

He sat down next to the naked Superintendant and the Vice Principal Hernandez. Hernandez stood up and spoke next. She talked about her personal experiences, how I **** her and initiated a gangbang on her person in her classroom. How I impregnated her against her wishes and so on and so forth. She ended up thanking me for letting her save my life or something.

Then, the upcoming valedictorian came to the stage. Wearing a formal set of pants, and topless, I recognized her as the Latina from the Advanced Calculus class. She was Natalie Doe-Hernandez-West, the Lesbian Latina who I had fucked in both holes earlier today. One of my daughters as well, apparently. Although she would've been born a couple years later, presumably on a visit to the JDMFC.

"I never thought I would sleep with a man, until John Doe took me this morning and made me a complete woman. He has needs. Needs that we cannot possibly understand, but must submit to. In saving his life, my sister Alia was born. My brother John-John. My niece Francia. His benevolence, and more importantly, his ejaculate, is the stuff of legend. I look forward to the growing child, borne of my own father, to come into this world, and perhaps, one day, bear the fruit of John Doe's loins as well."

A smattering of applause went through the crowd as they looked over to me. I wasn't paying attention, as Violet had snuck over and begun sucking my dick. The crowd grew silent, the music turned off, and all I could hear was the twenty-year-old's slurping sounds.

"Oh, fuck - I mean, go on!" I shouted, my hands now on Violet's violet hair as she pumped my cock with her expert mouth. She sure knew how to suck a cock. I'm a proud father.