Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil. Special guest appearance by McMartin.
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The day after graduation, Sharon brought Elizabeth over to see John. Austin suburbs are absolutely horrible for people without cars, as Sarah kept dropping into conversations, so she needed a ride. Sharon didn't mind that her husband was already there when she arrived, or that his dick was deep inside another woman she had only met briefly at our wedding. Beth and Sharon exchanged pleasantries, or at least Sharon did, as Beth was busy cumming as I shot deep inside her at the time.
While Charlie prepared some dinner, Beth and Sharon got on their knees naked in front of me as they got to know each other, taking turns sucking my dick, Sharon not finding anything wrong with double-blowing me while her daughter's boyfriend's mother cooked and said daughter and boyfriend, along with the daughter of the other woman, played games in the living room. I alternated which of them was bouncing on my cock throughout dinner, with none of the kids noticing they were both naked the whole time. Beth kept trying to talk me into having a 'perfect game', but I knew Charlie wouldn't be interested.
Elizabeth, John, and Melissa started hanging around together all the time, mostly in the living room of my original house, but sometimes at the Prince house (though never at Melissa's house, as she didn't have any consoles). In order order to avoid needing drives back and forth (and to stop Sarah bringing it up every single time), I arranged for them to able to walk one door over to go between houses. Interestingly, depending on which house we were at and who else was around, I would be treated as 'John's dad' or 'Elizabeth's dad' by everyone; a few times I would even got a call from one of them while they were in the same room to ask for permission about something, with no one noticing I was answering the phone right next to them or that they were talking to me in person as if I was another person at the same time.
For a week after graduation, the female half of the class of now former highschool students (the guys not minding doing other things) hung out nonstop around our pool, the yard growing as needed to accommodate these visitors. No matter their normal preferences, everyone wore tight, revealing, and sexy swimsuits the whole time. I could watch them frolicking out my window while I fucked Beth over the table, or go out and fuck any of them I found attractive, with neither Yukiko nor Sarah finding anything odd about Sarah's dad walking up behind a friend they were talking to, bending her over, and fucking their brains out. After a week of partying and hanging out, things broke up and our kids started at their summer jobs.
I had noticed Beth spent all her time between our houses and work. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen her many other places since the divorce. I was worried about her, and so when she suggested it, I let her take me to the mall. We shopped around, of course just getting anything we wanted, instantly delivered to our homes by Power. It was unexpectedly fun, since the endless try-on sessions were sexy and stress free without the pressure of picking things on a budget.
"You need get out more," I said to Beth over lunch in the food court. "Aside from me and my house, and work, you just stay in and play with Carol all the time."
"I can have her be anyone I want her to be, so why not?" she replied.
"I get it, but it can't be great spending all your time with someone who technically doesn't exist," I continued.
"You're the one who says the stuff I want to try is 'too extreme for regular people' and you are 'worried I might go too far'," she added. "Why do you think I end up hanging around my house? I would like some variety too, but you seem to think that I would go around doing horrible things to people."
There was some truth to what Beth was saying. While I did not have a taste for bondage and suffering, she did, a little, and Carol/Carl would often be on the receiving end of things that a normal person wouldn't be able to handle or readily recover from, so yes, I was a touch worried about letting her loose on any real people without supervision. I began to object anyway, but she was on a tear and kept going.
"You want to talk about being in a rut? You have me, and your new wife, and your teen girlfriend, and your always-someone-new secretary who is no more real than Carol. You won't play with one daughter since you suddenly don't feel right about continuing to fuck her now that she is dating your son. You even... what did you call it? 'Revirginized' her. Another daughter is mostly lesbian, so you only fuck her occasionally when she asks. And you, being a huge hypocrite, won't fuck your other other daughter, but won't stop her maybe-potential boyfriend fucking his own sister, family, and anyone who happens to be around instead of her, so she doesn't even get to have fun. And let's not even talk about Charlie..."
"And even when you go out, you just grab a random person for a quick, ordinary fuck, and send them on their way. You might get a theme going every now and then, but outside of that it's always the same old with you. I mean, you could do anything. Why aren't we fucking the crew of the starship Enterprise? Or maybe forget sex, why not go on a quest with Indiana Jones? We could be Starsky and Hutch catching the bad guys in 70s LA. We could be explorers finding some uncontacted pacific islanders with a legend about a savior coming from the sea to fuck them."
"I'll bet if I dared you to do something right now, it would just be picking out some nice, pretty girl for a quick fuck. Nothing exciting, just here and you and her and not her husband or boyfriend who maybe casually watches, and then she goes home and never thinks about it again," she said, somehow making that sound like a horrible thing. As she carried on, my eyes were drawn to the woman at the next table, an attractive brunette finishing an order of nachos and sipping the last of her coke. She had a slender figure with breasts that were a bit large for her frame and a pretty face framed by a short pixie cut. A girl next door type.
"See what I mean?" Beth said, following my gaze. "Gemma Generic, Normal Nanci, Ordinary Olivia. What if she wants to go on a jungle adventure, or maybe try some bondage? No, you'd fuck her on a table right here, nothing fancy, and then send her on her way."
Fucking her over the table had been my first thought, but I have a weakness for dares. The young woman in question suddenly came over and leaned down to talk to us (which did great things with her aforementioned boobs, as her blouse was a bit tight).
"Excuse me, but I've never been here before. Could you tell me where the SexMart is?"
Beth raised an eyebrow. "What do you need at SexMart?" I replied. "Maybe we can help."
"I'm looking for something for father's day. I was thinking of maybe some new clothes, some porn, or some nice silk rope for tying up mom? Maybe a new dildo for myself while I'm there... Depends on if they have something I like," she said as she, without prompting, sat down with us. "Hi, I'm Marie. I work at an insurance company," she added. We both gave our names.
"So what does that mean you do?" Beth asked.
"Oh it's just your usual stuff. You know how messy relationships can be. If things don't work out, the insurance company takes care of your needs until you find a new one," she replied. "I help clients find dates, maybe have a one night stand or arrange some prostitutes, help them get in shape, give sex lessons... really depends on the plan. The platinum plans include help buying a new husband or wife. The only bummer is screening for fakers. You would be surprised how many fake a breakup just to get the insurance to put out. If you want to swing, go swing, but don't expect the insurance to pay for your dates."
Beth was holding back laughter during this whole explanation, but Marie didn't notice.
"Anyway, what do you think I should get my dad?" she asked, turning to me.
"Are you implying I'm old enough to be your father?" I replied in mock offense; Beth snickered. "I'm a little disappointed. You just want help shopping? I was hoping you came over to ask for a fuck."
"I'm sorry," Marie replied, blushing. "I saw you were together, so I assumed you would fuck her if you were horny."
"Well sure sometimes, but right now I would really like to fuck you," I replied, reaching out and fondling her a bit. "Would you mind?"
"I knew it!" Beth cut in. "When I first saw you, I said you were just the sort of girl he likes to fuck. I told him he should just go an ask, but he was too shy." Marie blushed again as I continued to play with her clothed boobs, pleased with the compliment.
"I don't know, Tom. Maybe later, but I want to do my shopping firsts" she said, not stopping my feeling her up and copping a feel of my dick in my pants. She licked her lips, then shook her head firmly. "I need to handle my shopping first," she repeated.
"Isn't that just like a woman. She'd rather shop than fuck." I mocked, drawing laughter from both ladies as I released Marie's boobs. We got up and I led the way to the store. It wasn't hard to find after all. S(ex)Mart (name now expanded) was the biggest store in this mall, and the windows were advertisements (which were all explicitly pornographic) and screens advertising products (all while the actors engaged in full hardcore sex). I double checked that any young children or families with young children in the mall couldn't notice the store, as intended (if they tried to go shopping here, they would find an ordinary Macys in its place).
As we stepped inside, I took a minute to look around the much changed store. It had still all the normal appliances and clothing displays you would expect, but the clothing was on VERY anatomically correct manikins, some of whom were posed to demonstrate the use of various dildos on each other, and there were plenty of sex toys in with the normal items. Ads for TVs touted "porn mode" as feature, which turned anything on into a porno version of itself. Computers advertised their suitability and ease of use for deepfaking, while all the ads for appliances showed that they could also be used as dildos or fleshlights. There was a display of FuckStation 5s by the entrance ; all the games consisted entirely of controlling a character to fuck (the male control was a fleshlight, the female one a dildo).
A familiar salesman jogged up to great us. "Are you enjoying your mattress?" he asked me. "And who are these stunning ladies? Your orgy partners?"
