Dr. Carolyn Smirnoff had come of age at a time when women were being told they could "have it all" combined with the chance to see if that proposition were true. In Carolyn's case, it had been true — but it seemed to her that as quickly as she attained success in her chosen profession, married the man of her dreams, and brought into this world the three children she always wanted to have, that
all
began to slip through her latex-clad fingers.
First to disappear was her husband of twenty years, Alexi. Dead at the age of forty-five of heart disease... and he wasn't even a smoker! The second thing to disappoint her was the medical profession itself which somewhere along the way decided doctors should not be healers but instead paper-pushing zombies for Big Pharma. Most recently, her children devastated her — at least her two oldest ones at any rate. It is always difficult to discover that your eighteen and twenty-year-old kids are having sex. In Carolyn's case, she was driven home one Wednesday afternoon because of nausea only to find her oldest child Rudy and her middle child Renee quite literally joined at the hip in the living room. Coming home to that image unshackled the good doctor's ability to retain the contents of her stomach...
"Renee," Carolyn screeched just before heaving, "get off your brother!"
"I can't, Mom... we're stuck and he can't get out of me!"
"Rudy, pick her up and go!" she commanded as she bent over at the waist and pointed in the direction of her son's bedroom.
At that moment her stomach decided to follow that same advice...
No more about the incident was said that day or even the day after. On the following Saturday, however, Dr. Smirnoff and the
lovebirds
went to her closed clinic where she put them both through full medical examinations. She asked her children the usual battery of questions which are expected of any physician dealing with such a medical area as human sexual relations...
Question: "How many partners have each of you had?"
Answer: "We've only been intimate with each other, Mom."
Question: "How long have you two been sexually active together?"
Answer: "Ten years."
Carolyn tried to maintain her professional bearing but her anger bled-through into her next query.
Question: "And in this last decade of having illicit sex under
my
roof... what sort of protection against pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease have you two been using?"
Answer: "None."
At this point, Dr. Carolyn Smirnoff lost all sense of a professional demeanor and reverted back into
Mother Mode
...
"Do you two numbskulls have any sense left in you that the gods gave geese? I'd guess not since you've decided it's an okay thing to engage in unprotected sex — and to do so with a close relative, no less! There are various laws here that have been broken by the two of you. As a licensed physician, I am required to report this to the authorities. Fortunately for the two of you,
I am
the highest authority in your lives, so you will only be grounded until each of you reaches thirty instead of getting handcuffed and thrown into the slammer!"
Both of her kids took the opportunity at that moment to reach out and caress their mother's shoulder nearest to them. Carolyn had to admit this twin gesture was both welcomed and effective. She
was
much calmer now...
"You aren't going to stop having sex with each other, are you..." said Carolyn.
"No, Mom," answered Renee.
"Do you want me to have one of my colleagues write you a script for the Pill, honey?"
"Sure, Mom... if that will make you feel better."
"It won't make me feel any better, but it might keep me from becoming a grandmother before I'm fifty!"
All of what was just described happened to Dr. Smirnoff more than two years ago. Since then, her two oldest children had moved from home into their college apartment. Only her youngest child, Tanya, remained. She was now eighteen and had just that week graduated from high school. In those last two years, Carolyn never got her
all
back — not even close — but her life did manage to settle into something resembling stability. Unbeknownst to her, even that small, less than satisfying victory was about to disappear...
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Carolyn closed her email account and sat back in her office chair. It was 6:30 on a Thursday afternoon only a few days past the summer solstice — which was why intense sunlight streamed through the outer windows in her practice's suite of cubicles and illuminated her work space. Her staff had left her to catch up on paperwork just after the final patient of the day had waddled back out the main door in all her pregnant glory.
"I was
so
ready to get all those Medicaid forms completed and sent in!"
Side-lined by an unexpected email from Renee, Carolyn had opened and read the message. Its contents made moot the 'To Do' list she had been prepared to methodically work through over the course of the next hour. Instead, she rose from her chair and took off her smock. From a coat stand, she traded the smock for her jacket, retrieved a large handbag from an otherwise empty drawer, and made for the suite's rear entrance — on the other side of which sat her Subaru Forrester.
"Please come, Mom. We have to see you as soon as you can manage it! Exciting news!" was what Renee's message had said. Nothing, of course, to indicate what sort of news...
"It's so typical of her," thought Carolyn. "She has the rare ability to be both enigmatic and hyperbolic at the same time."
The drive to her children's apartment on the campus of the University of Michigan was only about three miles from her office, but owing to the time of day, Carolyn could not hope to reach her destination for at least twenty minutes. And sure enough, at just past 7:00 PM, Carolyn found and took an empty parking space near the building where they lived.
The walk to the apartment building's entrance was effortless. Waiting for her daughter to buzz her into the structure was not. Once inside, Carolyn strolled through the lobby, called for the elevator, and took it to the sixth floor where Rudy and Renee lived in the relative comfort of their two-bedroom flat. Not that they actually
used
both bedrooms...
As the elevator struggled to haul her up to the designated level, Carolyn recalled the shocking moment all those years ago when she had come home early only to discover Renee and Rudy having sex with each other. She had long since resigned herself to the shame of her oldest children's relationship. Carolyn consoled herself with the belief that Tanya (who also knew about the affair) showed no interest in following her two siblings into their special cult of depravity. The elevator doors opened but Carolyn almost didn't exit the lift.
"It's pointless to turn back now. Renee already
knows
you're here, woman. Buck up! What worse thing can she and her libidinous brother spring on you that you haven't already had to deal with?"
Carolyn was under no illusions that her children's love affair was anything other than active. They hardly ever seemed to be apart from one another: they had the same course schedule, and Rudy even delayed his entrance into U of M so the two of them could be in the same graduating class. When Carolyn had last been to their place not more than ten days ago, she one again tried to broach the subject of them being lovers. Not even a minute into her speech, she realized the futility of her efforts and switched subjects.
Arriving at the apartment door, Carolyn knocked and waited... The door swung open and she nearly collapsed to the floor. Renee reached out her arm to steady her mother. The arm was naked — as was the rest of her. And in place of the flat tummy Carolyn had seen a week and a half ago under her daughter's clothes, a very pregnant belly now protruded obscenely back at her. Renee guided her mother into the apartment and shut the door.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I guess I wasn't thinking about how this might look from your perspective. I was just
so
excited..."
"How?" croaked the overwhelmed mother and gynecologist.
"Yeah... I guess Rudy and I have some explaining to do, don't we. Well, he's getting dressed. When he comes out... Oh, here he is, now!"
"Hi, Mom! Just for the record, I was in favor of breaking this news to you in a different way."
"What in God's name is going on here! I saw you just last week, Renee, and... are you pregnant or is that a tumor?"
"I'm as healthy as ever, Mom. It's our child, not a disease. This is actually normal... for people like us..."
"'For people like...' Who are you, and what have you done with my offspring?"
Carolyn Smirnoff felt as if the room was spinning off the surface of the planet. Rudy came and sat next to her on the couch. He took her left hand into both of his. His mother slowly extracted it as she stared into his eyes.
"I'll just go and get some clothes on..." said Renee in a quiet voice.
"No, Renee," said her brother. "There's only one way to answer her question, and that entails me taking my clothes off!"
"Are you sure, Rudy?" gasped Renee.
"She's already here and seated... I thought this was what we wanted to do?"
"Okay..."
Carolyn watched as her son got up and quickly shed what few articles of clothing were on his person. As she watched, Rudy sat back down on the couch, but at the far end; and this time facing toward her with his feet resting on the cushion separating them. Her son's cock (which appeared to be much larger than the last time she had seen it) began to thicken and grow in length.
"Mom," her daughter said now gaining her attention, "you are just the second person ever to see the
real