Some Ind of Tragedy

Gail Tellus sat in her plush leather chair and looked out across the long table, past all the board members waiting with baited breath in their smart suits, zeroing in on her husband, Ethan, who looked back at her just as intently.

Just let it go.

She pleaded with her eyes as she adjusted the crisp white blouse under her expensive blazer. She hated dressing up like this; the stuffy clothing never seemed to fit her right. Gail was too rubenesque by half, though the fleshy mounds stretching the buttons on the blouse, and the hip-defining skirt that left no ambiguity about the shape of her round hips did much to grease the wheels of negotiation many times in the past.

Right then, it didn't seem to be working. Not on her husband, at least.

Ethan... it's time.

He looked so tired, her heart went out to him, even as her mind wanted to scream for him to see reason.

Finally, after an eternity of silence, Ethan Tellus picked up the gold pen in front of him and signed the document he'd been doing his best to avoid looking at. When he finished, he tossed it down on the table petulantly. "There. Fine. It's done." He stared at Gail with his icy blue eyes. "I hope you're right about him." He slid the document to Tarrence, Gail's brother, who looked at her with disgust. It didn't matter, she'd hated the man since they were children, and she ignored the looks now, just as she always had.

"You know I am." She swept a lock of her lustrous brown hair away from her moss green eyes. "You agreed with me not long ago."

"That was before I saw... It doesn't matter." Ethan rose, trying to stand tall to hide the curve that time had put into his once-straight back. It lasted for only a few seconds before discomfort forced him to bow again. He turned to leave when the door to the conference room opened up to admit a new figure. The last person Ethan wanted to see.

"Is it signed?" The newcomer, young, tall, with sky-blue eyes so like Ethan's that it was eerie, stared the old man down. "Is it all mine now, dad?"

"Uriah." Gail tried to hide her smile at her son's sudden appearance. It wasn't planned; in fact, they had decided to let things play out without his presence in order to keep things civil, but her oldest child had never really cared what everyone else thought was the right thing to do. It was one of her secret thrills; watching him take control of every room he entered. It reminded her of how commanding Ethan used to be, many, many years ago. Before he just became an old man.

Ethan grunted, not at all surprised to see his son. "It's signed. Zero Lymp U.S. is yours... CEO Tellus." He didn't bother to hide the curl to his lip. "And all the backstabbing duplicity that comes with it." As he walked by his tall, strapping offspring, he shot him one last look. "Be careful what you wish for."

Uriah ignored him and looked to his mother. His grin was big enough to eat the world right then. "We did it!" He began moving towards her, but stopped and looked around. "Alright people, show's over. Everyone knows what this means." He clapped his hands once. "This is still the biggest supplier of cutting edge prosthetics in the world, and that's not going to change today. Get out there and make some body parts!"

Everyone laughed, some of it was even unfeigned, and shuffled out; the day's drama now over. Still, heads were high; Uriah wasn't Ethan, but that was probably a good thing now. New blood was needed to move the company forward.

Once they were gone, Gail stood and rushed to her son to give him a big hug. "This will be great, I just know it. I've been raising you for exactly this moment. I just wish your father wasn't so..."

"Oh, I know." Uriah squeezed his voluptuous mother tighter, then slowly began to let his hands drift downward. "I know what dad is and isn't anymore... just like I know what you raised me for." He gripped him mom's luscious ass in both hands and squeezed.

"Uriah!" Gail hastily stepped back, her cheeks blooming crimson. "What do you think you're doing?"

She didn't move far enough away to keep him from reaching out and thrusting his hand into the wide open neck of her crisp, professional blouse to cup her fleshy breast in his palm, popping open some of those overstrained buttons. "What I need to. What you want." He ran a thumb around her stiffening nipple. "Good thing they're both the same."

Gail couldn't stop a little groan from escaping her full lips, but she still shied back. "This... this isn't.. right..."

He ignored her plea. "You didn't think it was so wrong before, back at the house." Uriah leaned forward and planted a light kiss on that protesting mouth. "In fact, you tasted me much more than I'm tasting you right now."

"I was drunk." Gail whispered. "I... I thought you were Ethan..."

"Stop lying to yourself. You haven't been with father since Monty and Sean were born." He curled an arm around her curvy waist and pulled her close to him. Still massaging those magnificent tits, he used his other hand to slowly lower the zipper on her skirt. "You knew just who it was when you took me in that heavenly mouth of yours." The expensive piece of clothing dropped to a puddle at her feet.

"No... no, you're wrong." Gail's breaths came faster and faster, and the last vestiges of her modesty went goodbye as her blouse popped all the way open. Those unclad breasts, her preference for bralessness being the stuff of legend around the office, were finally freed. She barely seemed to notice. "Uriah... you're my son. I... I'm still married! I love Ethan. This, this wasn't some kind of... of conquering..."

"It was." Uriah took one hand and ran his fingers through her silky hair, while the other moved to trace lines down from her chest, around her exposed belly button, finally ceasing its journey when it dipped between her pantyless thighs. "Look at you, mom. You're so raw... so uncontained." He bit her lip lightly between his teeth, teasing it out as he pulled away to her whimpers. "Primal."

"F... fuck..." Gail couldn't seem to form a deeper thought as her son began curling his fingers in her twat, finding the secret nooks that made every nerve in her body scream. Faster and faster he went, plunging deeper all the while, until she found that she was hanging onto his broad shoulders with her hands, desperately trying to stay upright on legs of jelly.

Despite her protests, never once did she push him away, or even move her own hips back from his hand. In fact, she almost instinctively found one bare leg lifting from the floor, out of that forgotten skirt, to wrap loosely around him while she buried her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her increasingly guttural mewling.

"Oh, oh, oh... ohhh myyy..." She gushed like a fountain all over his hand as she came in waves. "Ugh. Ugh." She grunted incoherently before she finally collapsed back on the conference table, twitching in post-orgasmic shudders. She looked up at her son and licked her dry lips. "That... holy shit. It's been..."

He didn't let her finish, because they were far from done. Uriah, in swift, practiced moves, divested himself of his coat, shirt, and pants in a flash. He crawled up on the table over his mother, wearing just his boxer briefs, planting himself above her, his palms on either side of her head, and his knees between her legs. Leering down at her, his grin dripped with promise.

Once again, Gail couldn't find it in herself to do more than put up a token resistance. "Son, no. No, no, no." Her eyes strayed down to his briefs, where the bulge she saw there was a match to the bulge of her wide eyes. "Oh my." Her hand, nearly on its own, began to raise up to his crotch. She traced the outline of his throbbing member in a daze, her fingertips moving along its improbable length. "How? Your father isn't... can't even begin..."

"Everything good in me is from you, mom." Uriah, dipped down and plastered his lips to hers, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth. At first, she still resisted, but as the seconds passed, Gail found her own tongue begin to seek his, even as her hand gave up its teasing pretense and grasped his cock fully, pumping it up and down over the thin material of his underwear. He groaned in need and separated from her, watching in amusement as she stayed puckered for a lingering second with her eyes closed, like she couldn't quite accept that he wasn't kissing her still.

"You made me perfect for you... mother." Uriah took her wandering hand in his. "Make the final leap. Do what you've always wanted." He forced her fingers to curl into the elastic waistband of his briefs.

Gail locked her emerald eyes on his twin sapphires. "We can't." Her fingers gripped the briefs tighter. "It's so wrong." Her fingers tugged the garment down a few inches. "It doesn't matter what I... you want." His throbbing cockhead met her skin for the first time and she practically ripped the underwear down past his balls. "When I did that to you last night... I swear I didn't know who it really was." She gripped his shaft again, now without a stitch of fabric to bar her from really feeling him. "I don't want this." She pulled him downward, angling his cockhead right for her quivering cunt.

"That's right. You

need

it." Uriah plunged his entire length into her in one thrust, meeting no resistance at all due to her ample lubrication.

"Fuuuck!" Gail climaxed immediately, her entire body lighting up as she finally received what had been missing for so many years. Uriah didn't pause even a heartbeat to let her get used to him as he plowed his mother hard. Bracing himself above her, he slapped his hips against hers again and again, plunging his long cock to the hilt inside the place where he'd begun life. In a sense, he was returning to the womb, but this time as an invader. A

conqueror

.

He mauled her rolling breasts like he couldn't get enough of them, biting her pebbled nipples in a craze. Gail wailed like a beast from the pain and pleasure warring in her, and she threw her legs up over his hips to push him onward, even as her arms clung to his neck to try to find just the illusion of stability. Her mind was a fog as her son fucked her harder and better than she'd ever imagined was possible, and her screams as her next climax approached must have been heard through even the heavy conference room door.

"Don't stop... don't stop... don't stop..." Only that one thought had any coherence as they coupled like animals on that expensive marble table. Gail plastered Uriah's face with kisses as he did things to her she never knew could be done to a woman. "My son, my fucking

son

!" Her back arched as she seized on him, her pussy clamping down on his cock with a greedy need that she couldn't let herself acknowledge.

Finally, after seconds, minutes, an eternity... there was no time in that moment... Uriah stopped his animalistic mating and looked down at the woman who gave birth to him. Gail could feel him pulse within her, and she gave a petulant whine as she rotated her hips, desperate for him to keep going.

"What am I?" His eyes bored into hers.

"...what?" Gail breathed out the word.

"What am I now?" Uriah flexed his huge member inside her, making her groan again. "What am I to you?"

Gail stared at him blearily. "You... you're..." She knew what he wanted her to say, just as he knew that it was the most difficult thing in the world for her to admit out loud. He began inching backwards, so, so slowly, letting her feel every little bit of his exodus from within. The gradual loss of that magnificent piece of meat from her channel was very nearly painful, and she tried pushing him back in with her legs, but he was so powerful, and she just so drained. She felt like she was on the precipice, and she had to jump or stay forever there, looking over the edge.

"You're... my husband." Gail spoke the words that were the nails in the coffin for her marriage to Ethan. "You own my company, and you own me." She pulled herself up and nibbled on his earlobe before she whispered, "I'm yours. Forever."

Uriah's groan of victory was a balm to her as he hilted himself fully in her once more, then emptied himself completely. Gail could feel his seed flooding her, and she welcomed it with a scream to shake the rafters, her pussy walls contracting like a vice to milk him for every drop.

When he finally stopped and rolled off her to lay next to her on the table, breathing like he'd run miles and sweating enough to fill a tub, a match for his mother in that respect, Gail reached down and placed her palm on her flat stomach.

My womb is absolutely full. What have I done?

Uriah propped himself up on an elbow and put his hand atop hers. "This is what you were born for, mother. What I was born for. We're going to make a dynasty, starting today. Starting right now." He moved his hand with hers in small circles at her pelvis. "But not ending here. Not a chance."

Gail sighed, partially in defeat, but mostly in satisfaction. Her son was right, this was what they were meant for. Everything just felt... perfect. Even lingering guilty thoughts of Ethan faded quickly when Uriah lifted one of her numb legs and slid himself into her again, his exquisite cock already recovered and iron-hard with anticipation. With purpose. This time, she let her screams rise immediately, not caring who in the outside world heard her. The only world they needed was right there anyway.

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Gail and Uriah Tellus were married soon after in a ceremony that flew in the face of everything and everyone, and no one dared say a word. Their honeymoon was sweet, but hardly noteworthy as far as consummation went. Mother and son fucked like newlyweds from that first time in the conference room onward anyway. At home, in the office, on the road, flying in the planes that Uriah loved almost as much as Gail herself; they were obsessive, constantly needing to stay connected.

To no one's surprise, Gail was pregnant within weeks. Privately, instinctively, the couple knew that it was that first day that did it. She was still in good child-bearing form, having married Ethan when she was so young and having her first three children so quickly, so her pregnancy was smooth, as was the birth of the triplets; Oscar, Tiffany, and Mona.

Gail had hardly had any time to recover at home when Uriah slipped into bed, then slipped into her. He'd barely been able to restrain himself for the couple of days they had to be apart, and he didn't even bother to move his children more than a few feet away from their mother when he rode her to a howling crest. The cries from multiple throats kept the entire household up that night.

Nine months later, Thea, Hyam, Phoebe, and Cole met the world. Just as before, Gail was woken by a cock in her twat as soon as the soreness had stopped. She suspected it would be that way, hoped it would, in all honesty, and this time she'd made sure she nursed the children and put all six in the next room before she retired for the night. It made sex with her son a little less fraught that way.

Another nine months, another set of triplets. By this time, everyone was on board the media circus as the matriarch of one of the world's most profitable corporations and famous families seemed to be insanely fertile. Of course, no one officially knew who the father of all these children were, but things weren't exactly kept clandestine, and the rumor mongers were loving it. Still, Thelma, Cris, and Ian were celebrated by the world nonetheless.

In this last go around, it was actually Gail that found Uriah; surprising him by waking him up with her lips around his dick, just like that first drunken encounter that had started the whole escapade. He didn't last long against his mom's voracity, and they soon set about planting the twins in her.

Rhianna and Craig's birth signaled the last of Gail's manic experiment in serial motherhood, and she and Uriah settled into a satisfying life of making an obscene amount of money, diversifying the company, garnering an alarming amount of political power... and endless fucking.

Even with a couple of decades passing, the two could not get enough of each other, and their sexcapades were the stuff of family legend. Gail was truly blessed with the best of genes, seeing as how she barely seemed to age in all that time. When her children by Uriah were entering their twenties, she still looked like she could be an older sister to any of them. Her own brothers looked like her father, and Uriah and his brothers, Monty and Sean, looked of an age with her. She was a true wonder, and Uriah was fiercely proud that she was his and his alone.

This was probably why, when she got pregnant by him one last time, no one seemed too concerned with the inevitability of biology.

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"Push, Gail. You remember, right?" The doctor stooped at the end of her bed in the same way he'd done so many times before when attending his most famous patient. Gail, once again, opted to give birth in the comfort of her home, surrounded by those she loved most. She didn't even feel all that much pain, which did a lot to ease the nerves of her nearby daughters who were waiting in the next room with their confident father, some of whom were absently rubbing bulging stomachs of their own.

That some of their brothers were standing with them, arms about their waists possessively, was not a fact that any of the present medical staff felt was wise to draw attention to. The ultra-rich just did not have the same rules applied to them as everyone else. Besides, in the Tellus household, no one had any room to cast aspersions.

Truly, the only thing that was even mildly noteworthy was that the twins, Rhianna and Craig, were nowhere to be seen. Of course, that didn't surprise Gail or Uriah; their youngest children had always been standoffish, like they were better than the rest of the family. With Craig especially, that had caused a lot of harsh exchanges of the years.

Gail gave a grunt as the first of this latest set of triplets met the world. She only had a brief moment to wonder at the strange way the baby cried before she had to concentrate on getting its sibling out next. She did catch a flash of something in the staff's eyes though, but forgot it by the time she'd finished with the second and third child within her. By then, however, the writing was on the wall.

"Dear God..." One nurse had to turn her head quickly, while another rushed out of the room. The rest looked like they very much wanted to follow.

Gail tried to see what was wrong with her babies, but the doctor had already placed them in cradles. Uriah came in then, only stopping to kiss her once before checking on his newest brood. When he froze like he'd been struck by lightning, Gail knew something was very, very wrong.

"What are these?" Uriah's voice was a low rumble, full of the promise of menace.

The doctor inched away as he answered. "Mister Tellus... sir... they... they're your..."

"They are not mine!" He whipped around and looked at Gail with thunder in his face. "What did you do?"

Gail was so confused. "What? What do you mean? Let... let me see my babies..." Without help, she pulled herself upright so she could peer into the cradles. Inside lay three little forms, though maybe not so little as they should have been for newborns. Gail was amazed that she wasn't in more pain than she was, seeing as how the triplets were abnormally large... and hideously deformed. Each of them. Extra limbs, digits, even... It was too much. Gail had to turn her head and struggle to hold back her tears.

"They aren't real." Uriah was still in shock. Still unable to believe that something so twisted could come from him.

"Dearest, it's real." Gail tried to take his hand, but he snatched it away. "We have to face it. They're... different, but they're still our children."