Contemplation

Leigh Hostetler, born Leigh Ann McKenna, cuddled with her natural born son after taking his virginity. "I'll get Marisol on the next mach plane over here."

Aunt Marisol was always a little distant from the family after her dad killed my dad. She and her mom moved away to escape scrutiny, and her baby daughter was sent to Doestown where she was raised by my moms alongside me and my two other sisters. Marlene grew up and she grew fast, sleeping with every neighborhood boy and a few of the girls before I even heard about it.

She may have even hit on me once last year, but I was too stupid to realize what was happening. She was at the local college, and was a spitting image of her mother, but a little skinnier and sluttier.

"Say cheese!" I looked up as my other mother, Rebecca took a picture with her Port-Hole of her naked wife and me, with my cum leaking out of my mother's orifice clearly in the Ultra-HD photo. She holds her device close to her chest and looks on us both with pride. "He's just like his father."

"Except a little less rapey this time," jokes Leigh. Hmmm... maybe.

"Mom, show me your tits." Rebecca unbuttoned her shirt and pulled both breasts out of her bra. I took her Port-Hole and took some pics for my collection. She smiled and did not react. I grabbed the nurse and began tongue-kissing her, slobbering all over. "Did you need to fuck me, sir?"

"Not yet," I said, fondling her ass as she gave me a genuine smile. "Maybe later."

The Port-Hole automatically alerted me, alerted everyone in the state, of my EDP status, showing the picture of me and my mother just taken and shared publicly.

STATEWIDE MEDICAL ALERT: JOHN H. DOE-HOSTETLER, 19, OF DOESTOWN IN OAK VALLEY, PICTURED HERE WITH HIS MOTHER LEIGH HOSTETLER, HAS BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH EJACULATION DEPENDENCE. ALL RESIDENTS OF LEGAL AGE ARE REQUIRED TO ASSIST IN RELIEVING HIS CONDITION UPON REQUEST, IN WHATEVER MANNER DEEMED NECESSARY. FAILURE TO DO SO IS A VIOLATION OF INTERNATIONAL LAW. PLEASE CLICK HERE FOR MORE DETAILS.

I smiled as the port-hole lit up with sexy, nude, and downright vulgar photos from most of my contacts. I scrolled through photos sent by classmates, teachers, workmates, and sisters. There was Marlene fucking herself in a public park. Ms. Zbigniew making out with Di, one of her students, in class. There was the Mayor of Oak Valley, my sexy oldest sister, flashing her tits in a very public place next to her similarly defrocked wife.

I began rubbing my cock to these images, all simply advertisements or well-wishes from those who want me to cum. "Let's go home," I say, to my nude and topless parents. "You're coming with." I point to the nurse, giving her no option.

Rebecca, remaining topless, drives her father's pristine 1957 Ford on the highway back into Oak Valley. She grew up Amish, and Doestown was a mixed community of Amish and "English" now, easily seperated by clothing. Although accepted by the Old Order Amish community, my birth mother Leigh did not like the overt Christianity of the order, and with Rebecca's permission our household no longer followed the culture or edicts of the Hostetler-Miller community that dominated Doestown.

That's why Rebecca wore freer clothing, and why we had access to modern technology and why I went to public school. Other families in the area, the Doe-Logans, the Zbigniews, the Abagnales, similarly maintained their English lifestyle, even though they still had Amish renters on or near their property.

I was going to finally fuck some Amish chicks, I thought, as I fingered the nurse after realizing she wasn't wearing panties.

By the time we pulled into the center of Doestown, at the home once owned by John J. Doe, I was fucking this nurse as she rode my cock. The Amish patriarch, my grandfather Amos Hostetler, looked upon his topless daughter, his naked daughter-in-law, and his fucking grandson, and momentarily frowned. "So it is true," he said before smiling. "Very well, we must celebrate the new status quo."

The entire adult community, some three dozen women, had gathered around the memorial statue in the center of the old cul de sac. The one featuring John J. Doe receiving a blowjob from an nondescript naked woman. They all removed their bonnets and pulled down their coats. Before I realized it, they were all nude and ready.

"Fuck," I said looking across the milieu.

My step-grandmother Hannah, matriarch of the community, standing in full blonde glory, remarked, "Please, Johnny, remember that we are but vessels for your salvation. Use us wherever, whenever, however you wish. Let me demonstrate."

I was being apprehensive, as I had slipped out of the car naked, completely forgetting about my lack of attire, and was flanked by my three beauties. Hannah grabbed her young daughter, my sister Patience, and began fondling her and making out. I'm pretty sure Patience was a virgin and very virtuous, as I witnessed her first foray into lesbianism with her own mother fingerblasting her.

Her stepfather Amos looked on in pride, as I got a little wobbly from the culture shock. "I need to lie down," I said, as I was quickly held by Leigh and led into the house.