Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Dad was not happy to bring the bottle to mom but it was either this or her pains were come back soon enough. In a week's time she would develop a fever and start losing weight. Dad could not see mom go through all this again.
This has become the norm for the last few months, or at least since the doctors at the National Institute of Female Health (NIFH) came out with the revelation. The virus that struck the female population in the country came out of nowhere 6 months ago. First, the symptoms were mild, some headaches, some feelings of thirst. Women of all ages started feeling them progressively.
In our street, we woke up one day, at the beginning of the crisis, to the screams of a neighbor, who found his wife dead in her bed. "She said she had a slight fever," the poor man trembled while saying. "We didn't think it was serious."
The deaths kept increasing week by week. Riots filled the towns. People were demanding the state for a solution, a cure, as their wives, mothers and daughters were falling ill and some of them were even dying.
The supreme colonel went on social media and national TV to assuage the masses.
"Our top medical scientists are working night and day on finding a cure for this virus. We are very close to a breakthrough," he said, while maintaining his scowl and looking sharply at the camera.
Two months ago, the colonel's promise was fulfilled and the scientists declared that a cure was found. The men of the nation weren't all happy about it though...
Mom was in bed waiting for dad to bring her the bottle. His eyes were dull, his face hid the anger. He did not want mom to see him in this state.
Dad was in his late forties, his body still tight and strong from his earlier days as a professional swimmer. His 3-day beard on his strong jawline accentuated his handsomeness.
Going in to the bedroom, he delivered the bottle to mom who opened it and gulped the viscous liquid until she emptied it. She took a handkerchief and wiped her full lips.
"I know this is difficult for you honey so thank you for doing it," mom said looking into dad's eyes.
Dad looked into mom's eyes. He was still in love with her even after 20 years of marriage. Mom was now 38 years old, an experienced nurse who didn't waste an opportunity to help others.
"I wish there was another cure," dad said in a non-emotional tone, "but for now we have to get by."
Mom removed the duvet and stood up. She went to dad and hugged him tightly.
"I love you so much and I am not bothered by this cure," she told him, whispering in his ear, "you are my husband after all." Dad felt her ample breasts touching his chest. He still got aroused when touching mom. Her voluptuous body, big breasts, tight waist and big butt were what attracted him to her when he met her for the first time in the infirmary of the gym where he used to swim every day and where she used to be an intern training as a nurse. A thing led to another and they got married in less than 6 months when mom was 19. He was her first man and she was his dream woman.
Dad put his hand behind's mom back and lowered it to grab her soft tight butt.
"Do you have to go to work now?" dad whispered in her ear
Mom snickered. "I see your boy is awake," she said winking at dad and holding his dick in her hand, massaging it.
"We will have fun tonight, not now." She kissed him on his lips, feeling his mustache scrapping her white skin
"Shouldn't you wait a bit until the... medicine takes its effect?" asked dad alarmed
"I am fine honey. They need me in the hospital. Not all ladies have a man like you to get them the cure."
Dad smiled at her, feigning happiness. Mom was oblivious to what he was thinking...
Mom left to her work at the hospital and dad went to the porch and sat.
Our neighbor Mansour came by a couple minutes later and sat with dad, who was smoking and absent-minded.
Mansour and his wife had 5 sons, all above 18 years old. He was a lumberjack who used to work in the nearby woods. Recently, he has been staying home more often to take care of his wife after the virus broke out. His robust body was the opposite of his character - a kind neighborly man, always joking and laughing.
Mansour was broad-shouldered, hairy chested with a deep booming voice and large hands - a true mountain man. He was 2 years younger than dad and friends with him since first we moved to the area a couple years back.
Mansour put his hand on dad's shoulder. I watched him from behind the window talking to dad, calming him apparently. Why was dad angry? What was Mansour telling him? My interest was rising by the minute.
As I opened the door and went outside, I heard dad tell our neighbor "I had to lie to her. I didn't know what to do."
Dad had his head between his hands. Mansour told him, "You are not lying. You are just hiding information for her own sake," while squeezing dad's shoulder. I stopped in my tracks when hearing this. They looked at me and stopped their conversation.
"I have to go back to my wife," said Mansour. "We will catch up later," addressing dad.
He winked at me with his fatherly grin and went back to his house. The way he walked, you felt the ground was shaking under his feet...
The found cure was not accepted directly. Men were handpicked across the country to provide their sperm to women so they can fight off this virus. Every woman needed to consume the sperm of a man who had the antiviral agent in his cum on a weekly basis. Otherwise, she will start showing the sickness symptoms, which might lead to complications from delirium to death in extreme cases.
