Author's Note: All imaginary persons I imagined for the purposes of this story who engage in sexual activity of the imaginary variety are 18 imaginary years old or older, I imagine. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental but obviously fated to be, so blame the Universe and not me.
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That Damned Blessing, Chapter 6 and Epilogue:
In Which The End Begets The Beginning
A Day Later
The Wednesday evening that Ryan and Jess had spent in Faith Hegel's bed had put them both in a contemplative and introspective mood, and when they got home they each went their separate ways to clean up and sleep in their own beds. The next morning, though, Ryan awoke to the feeling of his cock hitting the back of his mom's throat, and a couple of minutes later she was riding him reverse cowgirl, taking his cock as deep as she could into her ass.
Afterwards, with his cum leaking slowly from her ransacked butthole, they lay cuddled together to feel the afterglow for as long as it lasted. It was Ryan who broke the reverie first. "Things are going to be different today."
She didn't need to ask him what he meant. Back on the islands, the shamans who had gotten them into this mess had told them that they could keep the final transformation at bay for six months to a year-and-a-half if they kept their hands off of each other as much as the magic drawing them together permitted, but they hadn't done that at all. It was now a little over ten weeks later and they had progressed through making out to oral and now anal - and every time they crossed a new line, the magic that was turning all of Milwaukee into their cheerleaders claimed new victims. Before this they each were getting strangers approaching them once or twice a day to tell them what a wonderful thing their mother-son mating was and how they were going to love being parents, and there was no doubt it would be worse today than ever before.
After a long moment, she said, "Yeah. I guess we both have to be prepared."
"I hope we don't see anything on the local news," he sighed into her hair. "Hopefully it will just be more of what's been going on already, rather than people hiring skywriters to put 'RYAN & JESS 4EVA" above us every day."
She snorted humorlessly. "I'd rather have that than, 'WILL YOU TWO MAKE BABIES ALREADY?"
"I guess given that choice, you're right." he nodded. There was a thoughtful pause before he finally asked, "After last night - and this morning - do you still want to fight this thing instead of just giving in?"
"I want to give in more and more every day. Feeling you inside me...I can't even begin to describe how amazing that is, how
right.
And I know it will be a million times better if we just accepted it and fucked properly. But..."
"But..."
"I don't know how to finish that sentence," she sighed, burying her head into the crook of his neck. "I just...I don't know anymore, love. You're already my man in every way but that. I know that fighting it is important, I'm just not sure why anymore."
"I know what you mean. I spend half my day fantasizing about how you'll look when your belly is swollen with my babies, and it hurts that I haven't made one with you yet - I mean it physically hurts sometimes. And I know I could change that so easily - all I'd need to do is put it in and you'd be pregnant before you got out of this bed."
"That sounds amazing," she whispered, pressing closer to him. "And it hurts me too. It's so hard for me not to beg you to do it, to end this damned indecision and misery and make us both happy for the rest of our lives."
"Do you want me to? Really? Right now?"
"Yes," she said with only the briefest of hesitation. "Yes, I do. I don't want to be Jess anymore, I want to be Seetsahm, I want to be your woman, I want to be the mother of your children. But I don't want it until you're ready to give that to me. Are you?"
He sighed. Part of him, the biggest part, was very ready indeed, but still he said, "No. Not yet. I don't even know why not for sure, only that I need to keep fighting it for as long as I can."
"You're a stubborn, contrary son of a bitch," she chuckled.
"You realize you just called yourself a bitch, right?"
"And a horny one at that. Got another assfucking in you this morning, babe?"
He did, and a moment later she did too.
Ryan didn't even have time to get worried about the dreadful walk into school from his car, because the moment he pulled up into the student parking lot he was swarmed by a smiling, happy crowd of people who, just the day before, were insulting him to his face - now they couldn't wait to shake his hand, slap him on the back, and congratulate him for being with his mom. Most of the biggest kids from the football team were there to give an honor guard inside, and they intimidated the hell out of anyone still inclined to be negative. It was the best walk to class he had had in two months.
In class, though, it got weird. The ceremony had spread its net wide the night before - as far as he could tell, an outright majority of people had been changed by it, including a teacher who had almost spat on him and his mom during parent-teacher conferences. People who had shouted the vilest things at him were now almost getting violent with anyone who dared to voice disapproval - a very petite girl in his first period had to be physically restrained by her friends from assaulting a very large wrestler because the wrestler said under his breath that Ryan was a freak.
After second period, he and Mycah met in the hall. "So," Mycah said, "looks like there a lot more people on your side today."
"Yeah. We..."
"OMG, did you?" he asked, seeming shocked.
"No, not that." He looked around to make sure he would not be overheard and then whispered, "The other hole."
Mycah seemed to relax. "You know, if you'd have told me three months ago that I would be relieved that you fucked your mom in the ass, I wouldn't have believed you."
"What?" asked a girl Ryan slightly knew as she was passing by. Loudly she exclaimed, "How are you going to get your mom pregnant by doing anal?"
Suddenly everyone in earshot was staring, and somewhere over half of them were vying to explain human reproductive biology. Ryan gave Mycah a glare, to which Mycah could only shrug and say, "Sorry."
That day, as Jess was trying to decide where to order lunch from, there came a rapping at her door. She looked up to see Cynthia, one of her underlings and one of the first converts to incest cheerleader. She was trying to hide a smile and nearly succeeding as she said, "Hey Jess, there's some Guiseppe's in the break room but there's only one tray of Marsala chicken, so you'd better hurry."
The smile made her suspicious, as did the fact that her boss Nolan hadn't mentioned that he was having food brought in today. But then it wasn't like he always mentioned when he was having food brought in - it was a common enough occurrence that it didn't need a ton of notice. More than that, though, Guiseppe's was easily the best food they had catered here, and she had been known to be irritated when she arrived late to the feast and discovered that her coworkers had devoured all the amazing Marsala chicken. "OK, I'll be right there, thanks."
She signed off her computer, checked her messages. There was one from Ryan saying:
I bet ur day is just as weird as mine
<three heart emojis, eggplant emoji, peach emoji>
She grinned and replied:
I've got two holes hungry 4
<eggplant emoji>
Day normal so far
And it was normal so far - the expected surge in people encouraging her to get pregnant hadn't happened. She got up and hurried toward the break room, eager for some chicken. She stepped inside - and discovered about 70% of her coworkers already there, jammed in shoulder to shoulder under a big, colorful banner proclaiming
JESS & RYAN TRUE LOVE.
She stopped dead in the doorway and stared as everyone in there began clapping and cheering.
Nolan, the owner and one of the first people at the company to succumb to the effects of the ceremony, stepped forward with an enormous smile on his face, embraced her in a big hug (he was always a huggy sort) and said, "There's the woman of the hour! Come on in, we've been waiting to open the Marsala chicken until you got here!"
Jess simply stood dumbfounded. Absolutely none of these people had said a word to her today about her son or their relationship, but they'd set up a party to celebrate it. And there were so many! Just the day before, more than half of the smiling faces here were sneering at her and avoiding her, and now she felt nothing but love coming from them. Ashley, the receptionist, loudly asked, "Are you expecting yet?"
"No, we just did anal for the first time - " Jess said, then cut herself off sharply.
WHY did I tell them THAT?
"You can't get a baby from that," said Adeline, another coworker. "That's like a birth control method, not a way to get impregnated. You know that."
That's why we did it.
"Um, yeah...uh...let's eat!"
She was allowed to go first through the line, and even encouraged to take two pieces of Marsala chicken, which was frowned on in any other circumstance - even Nolan only ever took one. She was then seated by the others at the head of one of the tables in what might as well have been a position of honor. It was an awkward lunch because everyone in attendance seemed to feel entitled to ask her one, or several, extremely intrusive and uncomfortable questions; there's not much like trying to eat your lasagna in the breakroom while an old lady a year from retirement casually questions you about how your son's cum tastes. Still, on balance, it was better to have everyone be overly supportive but invasive rather than sullen and hostile.
For dessert there was cannoli (both regular and chocolate-dipped) as well as tiramisu, and since Guiseppe's was famous for its desserts even more than its food, they were almost always the first thing that went. This time, however, she was given her choice (a chocolate-dipped cannoli, obviously) and then her coworkers made up a dessert plate for her to take home and share with her son after he fucked her tonight.
And here she was thinking that all of this couldn't get any weirder.
Even when they did nothing so dramatic as explore new sexual horizons, people who had been disgusted with them still had their attitudes changed by the magic. The following Monday, as Ryan hustled toward his first period class, he was stopped by two people who'd been giving him the hairy eyeball the week before; now, both of them hugged him, told him how happy they were for him, and wouldn't let him go until he explained why there was no baby on the way yet. Even acceptance could get old sometimes.
In truth, it was a pretty good day, especially because for once he wasn't the only topic of conversation. The prize on one of the big national lotteries was in record territory, and whoever won it would be set for life. A lot of kids who were too young to buy tickets were lamenting their year of birth, and a lot of seniors were bragging about what they'd do with all that cash. One kid said he'd buy the school and make all the teachers dress in sexy Halloween costumes every day of the year - especially the teachers nobody wanted to see in sexy anything.
At the end of the day, Ryan entered Ms. Hegel's class with the full expectation that he would be just as lost as he always was. Faith was dressed in her normal way, just inside the bounds of propriety for a high school teacher, in a tight red blouse and a tight black skirt that rose just above the knee when standing, and considerably higher when she sat down. As always, every student in class who was attracted to women was distracted, but it was even more difficult for Ryan because he knew what she looked like naked, knew her O face and the sounds she made when she came, knew how her hands felt on his dick, and knew that she wanted that dick inside of her. Learning in that situation was even more challenging than normal.
