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.
I never thought about the selection criteria for these men. Dad came one day telling us that the National Institute of Female Health sent him the confirmation that he has the cure in his body. He was too modest to explain more; to say that the cure was in the thick virility of the stud, in his baby-making liquid. Mom was overjoyed at the news. Men who had the cure were less than 3% of the population. Lots of women had to take synthetic alternatives, which affected their childbearing abilities. Others went to the black market to get the curing sperm and paid a fortune for it. Crime increased in the country as non-chosen husbands and fathers couldn't provide their sperm to their wives and daughters. Some men killed the women in their houses out of jealousy at the thought of them ingesting the cum of another man, or in order to relieve them from their suffering while conserving their honor.
As I walked to the temporary classes at the university the government enacted in this time of crisis, I kept thinking about what I heard. The small virus affected economies, societies and ways of life. Segregation had to be enacted. Buildings and institutions where women and girls were present had to be emptied for fear of the virus being airborne. At least that was the hypothesis at the beginning of the spread...
During university class, I was sitting at one of the desks in the big room. Lots of friends and neighbors between 18 and 22 years old from the town were gathered, waiting for the Biology professor to arrive and give us the lesson for the day. Mrs. Loutfi was a bombshell. Most of the men, were eager for this university class every week, just to ogle her curvaceous body, and I was one of them. She was the perfect MILF to young men.
Once Mrs. Loutfi finished her class, I waited till the others left and went to her.
"Mrs. Loutfi I have a question I wanted to ask you in private," I said to her while she finished erasing the board. Usually Mrs. Loutfi was stern. She was hit on a lot by men and we would have done the same has she not kept a professional attitude at school.
She turned and looked at me through her narrow rimmed glasses. Her flamboyant red hair and tight white blouse and grey skirt put many ideas in my head over time. I would imagine her on all fours, barking like a dog while I had my big dick in her tight clean ass. She was a porn actress personified. Talk around town is that her husband was not man enough to keep her. She divorced him and I was sure she was getting fucked plenty. A woman like her would have men on her back in an instant humping at her delicious pussy. But all these allegations were wishful thinking at best. Mrs. Loutfi never showed any sign of adultery, at least not in front of the students and professors at school.
"Sure, ask me," she answered, smiling sultrily.
"Do you have an idea what are the criteria that the National Institute of Female Health took to know whether a man has the antiviral drug in him or not?"
"Oh... you want to know this?" she continued in the same sultry voice.
Her sluttiness was affecting me. My jeans started to enlarge as my cock pushed them.
Mrs. Loutfi saw the effect she had on me. She grabbed my hand and took me to a room adjacent to the classroom. Looking around, she made sure that no one was in the vicinity. I did not grasp what was happening. Were I dreaming? Why was she leading me to a secluded room?
I did not believe my eyes as I saw the hot redhead MILF go down on her knees on the dirty floor, unzip my fly and take out my cock. This was so sudden, I was frozen in place.
I hissed through my teeth as she looked at my 7 inch cock admiringly. She brought it close to her lips and licked the fat mushroom head , tasting my precum. Looking me in the eye, she said in a horny way, "well it is all about the size, my dear."
And she voraciously engulfed my cock in her mouth, sucking like a whore, gagging on it.
"What is happening Mrs Loutfi?" I mumbled out breathless.
The teacher was acting in a frenzied way, devouring my thick cock as if hungry, as if famished...
"How long have you been without a cock in your mouth, Mrs. Loutfi?" I asked between gritted teeth. My lust took over me, and all feigned modesty had disappeared from my mind.
