The Obvious Place

"Home," I answered plainly. I wanted to see Cindy and mom and these other daughter/sisters of mine that I heard of. I wanted to see someone from my past.

"Yo, boss," the car replied in a Brooklyn accent out of place for Los Angeles, "my files say this is your home." I rolled my eyes and began explaining to the hunk of junk what address it should go to.

"...and that's Cooke Street, not Cook Avenue. And it's Cooke with an e on the end and it's West Cooke..."

"Sorry, boss, I just got orders to reroute you somewhere else."

"Wait, what?" The car took off at ludicrous speed. In fact all cars were going at ludicrous speeds. There was no dashboard to speak of, and the wheel seemed lock with a message "For Emergencies Only" on the front.

"Where are we going?" I asked to no one in particular. My daughter just shrugged and squeezed my hand. The car took us out of town, to the ocean and a beachfront estate. I stayed in a similar house the night after I fucked the Avengers, one belonging to some studio executive and his delicious family.

"Where are we?" I asked Megan, since the car wasn't answering. She looked grim. "It's my mom's house."

"Shit."

The car finally opened its doors and I slipped out with Megan. I gave her my t-shirt as we ran up to the front door. It was barely past six and the ocean breeze was hitting her naked body hard. We pounded the door. An old man answered. A butler.

"Mr. Doe. Ms. Doe. She's expecting you in the library." We gently stepped in and I looked at the palatial estates. Greco-Roman columns, marble flooring that I'm sure annoyed Megan's bare feet. A huge chandelier. This was not the mansion Amy Reeves grew up in. It was a whole new level.

We reached the library, which was a whole wing to itself to find the woman of the hour, my **** victim/damsel-in-distress. She looked barely older than when I last saw her, and gave a wide smile, much like our daughter's. "John!"

She jumped up and hugged my shirtless form. She was colder with Megan, but still gave her a quick peck. "How do you like fucking little Megan here? She sure likes fucking you!" Amy laughed loudly. She'd been drinking.

"Why did you bring us here, mommy?" asked Megan. I chimed in, "and how?"

She took a swig of her liquor. "Wealth has its privileges." I recoiled when I noticed her missing pinky. As detailed in the Tom Holland film, I tossed Amy into a dumpster as the truck hit me. She sustained some bruising and a fractured rib from the toss, but worse, she was found before me by a Chinese gang, the same ones I contacted to sell her to, who just stole her and intended to use her as a prostitute. When they found out who she was, the daughter of a millionaire, they cut off a finger and attempted to ransom her. Long story short, she was rescued by some paramilitary outfit and all the gangmembers killed. My role in the manner was quickly sussed out, but people treated it as just something I needed to ejaculate.

"I'm sorry about selling you as a ****-****..." I began my half-hearted apology. It was her turn to roll her eyes. "Don't worry about it, John. Just a quirk of the dependence, I guess. Speaking of which, did you want to fuck me now?"

She was slurring her speech, and was a big turn-off, but I did need to fuck. Luckily, my primary fuck was right there.

So, Amy was sulking on the couch with her bottle of booze as I laid her daughter down on a bearskin rug. I ate her out to warm her up and give me time to get to full staff. I didn't need much time, but still tried to be vigorous. Megan moaned as I left her nethers and approached her mouth, sharing her own taste with her. My cock replaced my mouth and entered its familiar location.

"Psshh. You weren't so gentle with me," interrupted Amy as I glared at her mid-coitus. "Why... are you... doing this... mom? You never even... oh, God... fucked dad after I was born."

It's true, since Megan was an only child, Amy, despite founding the hospital and clinic, never apparently fucked me during the coma. Megan had to have been conceived in the alleyway. Just from the precum even, since I never finished.

Amy had passed out, and Megan and I were now sort of alone. I had gone a little limp, but that just extended the lovemaking, and I was soon giving her a good time and another full belly.

"What do you think she wants?" I said, spooning my primary some time later. "Nothing but trouble. She got rich off exploiting your illness." Megan had alot of resentment toward her mother.

I got an idea. "Hey Jeeves," I said to the butler next door. "Film me while I fuck your employer." "It's Winters, sir."

I ignored his protest as he held up a porthole from his pocket and pointed it at Megan and I. I slipped my pants full off and went to the passed out Amy.

"I'm about to date-**** Amy Reeves," I said to the camera. "Megan, hold her down. I'm going to give you a sister. Er, a full sister." I awkwardly slipped off Amy's pants and panties, and looked at her bright red bush. She looked like she had never shaved in her life.

I ignored my distaste at this, as I squeezed my cock through the jungle and found the cave. She must not have had alot of lovers, as she was tighter than her daughter. I found the filming exhilarating and Megan was laughing at my attempt at **** her mother a second time. She helped keep her in position as I fucked in and out, in and out, before bottoming out into the passed-out bitch. It was almost karma that the woman who caused me to go into a coma and be fucked a thousand times unknowingly, would now be fucked herself unknowingly.

"Will that be all, sir?" asked Winters after filming the sex crime. "No, Jeeves. Take her to your quarters and fuck her in the ass."

"Very well," he said in the most droll way imaginable, before surprisingly lifting her pantsless form in a fireman's carry and leaving us to our thoughts. "Let's move in," I said to Megan, knowing that this wouldn't be an issue.