Ian walked down the road, his backpack heavy with his favorite clothes. That big guy, apparently an old friend of his mom's, had pushed him up against the wall and told him to move out of his parents' home or go to jail for sexual assault or incest, as he somehow knew that Ian's mother's new baby was her son's. Who the fuck was that guy? His mom had said that Ian had been named after him, and she clearly trusted him enough to tell him everything. Ruined his fucking life.
He felt something hit his hair and looked up just in time to catch a drop of water right in the eye. "Goddamnit," he groused. Of course it would rain now! He was soaked within minutes. Seeing a car coming through the downpour, he stuck his thumb out and it slowed and pulled over. He smiled as he saw that the driver was an attractive female and patted the squirt gun containing his addictive sperm in his pocket. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...
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"So where are we going?" Evan asked his dad as they drove across town. A summer shower had hit, soaking everything and filling the air with that earthy, electric-smelling scent called petrichor...he'd learned the word after watching a certain episode of Doctor Who.
"Someone needs your help...a friend of mine...it's actually that rapist's mother. He...did it to her as well." His dad looked uncomfortable.
"His own mother?!"
"Yeah...I think your idea of weaning the women off of the addiction by drinking your stuff is a good idea. Mrs. Haskell's a hot MILF, so I'm sure you won't mind." They pulled up to a house.
His dad allowed the older ash blonde woman with the massive breasts to pull Evan into her bedroom for a blowjob. The young man had cum not long before to help his stepmother, so it took a few minutes before he came down the topheavy older woman's throat.
"Mm!" Mrs. Haskell gasped after she swallowed his stuff down. "Thank you, Evan...I'm feeling better already. Did you know that your penis looks almost exactly like your father's?"
He winced. "No, but that's not something I wanted to know."
She giggled.
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*Evan can we meet?*
It was Aunt Andrea. Evan was dead tired from her raping him that morning and then producing sperm for both his stepmother and Mrs. Haskell, so he texted back, *2morrow?*
*Ok the shop, same time.*
He agreed and plugged his phone in to charge.
"You're a good kid, Evan."
He looked over at his dad as the bigger man got his clothes ready for tomorrow. "Thanks, Dad." If his old man knew that Evan had accidentally hooked his stepmother, his father's wife, on his stuff weeks ago, he'd probably beat the crap out of him. At least that secret had kind of resolved itself now that the whole family unit knew about his sperm and he needed to regularly give his stepmother some to fight off the withdrawal symptoms. He lay back in bed, realizing that the only problem he still had left was his aunt somehow getting addicted, and she wanted full intercourse, not just blowjobs. "How long are we staying in town?"
"We were going to head out in a day or two, but you need to help Mrs. Haskell and I want to keep an eye out for that Ian kid coming back. Maybe a couple weeks to see if your weaning theory works."
Evan closed his eyes. Three ejaculations a day to help his stepmom, Aunt Andrea, and Mrs. Haskell, plus whatever fun he could have with Shannon...actually, sex with Shannon that afternoon had doubled up with helping Celia, so he'd see if he could keep doing that. Smiling, he relaxed and fell asleep.
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Evan continued to use condoms with Shannon to keep her from getting hooked on his stuff, and then handing the resulting filled prophylactic off to his stepmother through the bathroom door. Later, Mrs. Haskell would drain his balls with her talented mouth. All of those sexual activities were amazing, but they weren't the unprotected sex he'd grown to love when he was back home, so visiting his aunt and filling her MILF-y body up with cum was the highlight of his day, even with the weirdness of the incest. Andrea kept insisting that it was a safe day, every day, and he didn't question it when he was inside her pleasurable depths, with the blood normally used by his brain having been redirected to his other head. Before he knew it, a week-and-a-half had passed.
*Dude, my mom's pregnant!*
He'd had been waiting for the news from his friend after Zane's mom had lost interest. *Congratulations?* he sent back. *How do ur parents feel about that?*
*They're really happy.*
Evan let out the breath he'd been holding. He'd figured that the near-forty couple would be but hadn't been sure. Mrs. Williamson would keep Evan's involvement a secret, of course. *And u?*
*It's kinda weird. I'm old enough to have a kid myself, but as long as they're happy I guess.*
Then they discussed the latest episode of The Boys.
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Evan passed the filled condom to his stepmother, once again through the bathroom door, and cleaned up from the sex. Shannon's period had arrived but she was cool with just dropping a towel to catch the 'red tide' while they made love...she was also happy to discover that her cramps were less painful after some orgasms.
Unbeknownst to them and out of sight, Celia once again used the results of her kids' sexual relationship to inseminate her unprotected depths.
That evening, Evan realized that his aunt hadn't called him over to her place that day so he messaged her.
*Hi Evan, sorry, I haven't felt the need. Is that ok?*
Evan facepalmed himself. When a woman he'd been having sex with lost interest, that meant that she was pregnant! Aunt Andrea had been wrong about her safe days. *No problem auntie.* Hopefully his family was going to leave town before she took a test.
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"Evan."
He woke up to see his dad standing next to his bed. "Dad, what's up?"
"Celia says she doesn't need your help anymore."
Evan sat up. "What?!"
His dad grinned. "Isn't that great? Your idea to just have her drink your stuff worked, and she's no longer addicted. That means that Mrs. Haskell should be clean soon too."
"Oh yeah, that's awesome." Evan lay back with a smile. It had been a crazy couple weeks, but everything was going back to normal.
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Two weeks ago...
The attractive, brown-haired young woman drove the waterlogged Ian to a huge house on the edge of town, offering him a sumptuous meal after he showered and changed. She actually seemed to be interested in him so he didn't trick her into tasting his cum...why drug the cow if you can get the milk for free? Or something. He smiled at her as he ate his steak.
"You work at the movie theater?" Tori asked him. "I thought you looked familiar."
He nodded. He was pretty sure he'd seen her before as well, or maybe he knew someone in her family. "That your dad?" he asked as he spied an older man peeking around the corner of the dining room entryway.
