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by Kahlil Johnson

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9. Girl

"Ah, ah! Quick! Cum in me! Quickly! I want your cum!"

I was twelve when I came to the realization that I was someone reincarnated to another world. It is said that regaining the memories of a reincarnation involves experiencing some traumatic experience that triggers your old memories. As to the experience that triggered my memories, it would have to be the day I was raped by a family maid.

Many of you may hold the opinion that "being raped by a maid" would hardly be traumatic. However, I was a sheltered twelve-year-old who was denied even things like internet and public education. I was incredibly inexperienced with women outside of my mother and sisters. So, when this maid locked the door, pushed me to the ground, and started pulling down my pants, I was afraid I was being attacked. Even as she did things that felt good, I was confused and shocked by what was happening.

My erection hardened for the first time, and no sooner had I gotten over the shock of seeing it grow than did she pull off her panties and plunge it into her depths. I could barely understand what was happening, and the woman herself looked so desperate, so determined, that it did nothing but terrify me. She had brown hair tied up in a bun, a small button nose, a heart-shaped face, and a small mousy body. She was somewhat plain looking overall, but she still had the youthful exuberance of a teenage girl.

Then, the memories came flooding in. In an instant, I went from a twelve-year-old boy afraid at the ferocity of this strange older woman to a thirty-five-year-old man staring up curiously as this teenage girl desperately road my cock. Did I die and go to heaven? A girl in a maid outfit riding my cock certainly sounded like an afterlife I'd like to live in.

The panic disappearing from eyes seemed to only edge the girl on, as she rode me harder and harder. Meanwhile, I dug through my memories trying to understand how I ended up here. I was a businessman. Not a great one, but I knew how to hard sell and I could get an affordable house and even convinced a beautiful woman to marry me. We started dating in college, got married when I graduated, and she stuck with me for five years while I finally got myself set up well in a fortune 500 company.

Then… things went bad. The one thing my wife wanted more than anything was a baby. However, after a year of trying, the doctor revealed that I was infertile. Of course, it wasn't the stone ages, so naturally, there were options. We started looking into artificial insemination. That was when things went from bad to shit. Apparently, the doctor and I had radically different ideas on what artificial insemination implied. I ended up pushing into my wife's examination room when I heard some odd noises during her insemination procedure. What I found was the good doctor balls deep in my wife.

To the woman I thought I loved, it was the quickest way for her to become pregnant, and she didn't really care who the father was. To the doctor, he had apparently talked many desperate women into being "implanted" by his genes. He was a handsome doctor, after all, what woman wouldn't want his surefire genes passed on to their children over an infertile husband at 50k a try? It only came out later that after having the babies, he had continued to blackmail the woman into sex, lest he revealed their cheating to their husbands.

This isn't like those fake-ass stories where I attacked the lover, ended up getting arrested while my lying wife got away Scott-free before ultimately marrying her lover and mocking me from afar. This was the real world. The doctor certainly lost his job and license. My wife was horrified to find out she was tricked by a scheme he had used on countless women. I still left her, and she didn't fight for alimony or anything. I heard from a friend a few months later she had gotten involved in sex parties and was the centerfold girl of a gangbang which left her pregnant. She finally got the baby she wanted, she just didn't happen to know who the father was.

As for me, I drank, smoked, and hired hookers. I was still doing it up until I suddenly found myself in this predicament. Was it a heart attack? Who knows. However, now I was being mounted by this strange maid. No… that's not right. She's not a stranger. Not entirely. There are other memories. They're not as strong as my previous life, but they are also distinctly mine. I was a boy who lived in a mansion. My mother constantly looked after me, and the old me would call the current me a momma's boy. I was homeschooled, and frankly, I knew almost nothing about the world outside this mansion.

However, this woman was on the maid staff. She was hired about five months ago. She was only a teenage girl, but her life story was slightly pitiable, and my mother chose to allow her on. Naturally, as new staff, she was kept away from me. All of the maids I interacted with were much older, in their late fifties or more. As for men, I only realize as I compare my old memories with my new ones that I oddly had never seen another man in these twelve years of life.

This had literally become the first chance in which I was alone with this fifteen-year-old girl, and she had immediately taken the chance to jump on me. In my old life, it'd have been a crime to sleep with a fifteen-year-old girl, but considering I appeared to have the body in this life as a 12-year-old, she'd be the offender in this situation. I still couldn't figure out why she was doing it, nor why she looked so desperate and panicked as she worked her hips like her life depended on it. Nothing in this child's mind up to this point necessarily explained this insane behavior.

Thus, the thirty-five-year-old adult man could only lay back and enjoy the scenery and feel. Her pussy was tight, her body was smooth, and while he beauty wasn't at the level of my last wife, it was difficult to find a teenage girl that couldn't arouse my penis. The half-cocked penis of a confused boy not understanding his feelings quickly warped into the full-blown erection of a man enjoying the ride.

As she could feel the cock hardening inside her, the girl grew even more excited, her eyes flashing as she started to raise her butt up and down, creating slapping noises as her body bounced up and down on my cock. Her boobs were modest, so I didn't have the pleasant sight of the two things bouncing up and down, but for the teeny bopper that she was, it was certainly doing the trick. The greatest part is that this was condom free. I couldn't even remember the last time I got to fuck a girl bareback.

"Cum in me! Please! Cum!" She pleaded.

As the erotic feelings built inside me, I realized I was about to lose my nut. Whores usually made me wear condoms, which didn't feel nearly as nice as this tight pussy. As someone infertile, I had sweet-talked one or two novice prostitutes into bareback, but it was usually the girls easily talked into breaking the rules that offered the most risk. It was from one such skank I had gotten chlamydia at some point. And even those girls didn't let me blow it inside. In another girl from my past, I'd be looking to blow it on her chest or stomach when I finished.

Wasn't this girl scared of diseases or pregnancy? Well, I guess there was a low chance of disease from a 12-year-old virgin, but this wasn't my old body. For all I knew, this boy was very fertile. Her fervent desire to have me blow my load inside her should have set off an alarm, but my cock felt so good and she was such a sweet and innocent looking girl that I prepared myself to cum. I wouldn't say I was one of those guys with perfect cum control, but I could hold it off a few minutes if the situation demanded it.

Just as I was starting to build towards the finale, there was a crack as the lock of the door burst open. My big moment was suspended as I looked over in surprise, having not expected my privacy to be destroyed so suddenly. While it appeared like it was a large, muscular woman who kicked open the door, she stepped aside allowing another smaller yet very beautiful woman to storm into the room.

Rather than stop, the maid only became more frantic, bouncing up and down on my cock as fast as she could.

"Cum! Now! Cum! Please, Cum!" Tears were falling down her cheeks as she refused to look behind her and kept working her hips.

At this point, even though I didn't understand what was going on, I actually felt a little sorry I didn't cum. She looked so desperate that filling her womb with seed seemed like such a small thing. However, the moment was ruined as soon as the company showed up, and even if she kept going it'd take at least another minute or two to get me to that point again.

It was clear that the woman who just entered didn't plan to give her that time. Grabbing the back of the maid's hair, she yanked the other girl painfully. The maid tried to fight, but the other woman looked much older and stronger than the little teeny bopper, and soon my cock slid out of her wet pussy, our sex interrupted as she was tossed to the ground near my feet.

"No! No!" The girl shouted in disbelief, trying to leap back on me.

However, the other woman immediately backhanded her across the face. The hit was enough to give her a bloody lip, and only then did the girl regain her senses. That is to say, she collapsed to the floor a few feet away from me and started sobbing relentlessly.

The muscular woman who looked like a guard stepped in, fingering a sword at her waist and giving the maid a warning look that kept her from moving again. The other woman, after giving the maid a hateful sneer, turned to me. At that moment, the twelve-year-old memories stirred, and I realized I recognized this woman.

"M-mother…" I let the words come out.

The woman's look immediately softened at the sight of me, although I was still on the ground, my pecker wet with sex and still hard. I went to cover my dick, a shameful look on my face. To my surprise, the mother of this child didn't seem to hold any anger or disgust when seeing my naked body. I remember my mom from my old life would have whipped my butt if she caught me fucking at this age, never mind the rape implications. Even at twelve, it would have been my fault. That was simply a product of the time I lived in.

"Honey, Clyburn, did you pee in this girl?" My mother crouched next to me, trying to give a comforting look.

Despite the soft look, the woman's eyes held a certain degree of intensity in them as she asked me that question.

"Huh?" I could only gawk at the strange question that came from her lips.

The woman that was Clyburn's mother, my mother, looked over at the guard woman for help. The woman only gave a silent shrug. My mother then looked back down at me, finally loosening the frown on her lips, her eyes holding a deep affection for me. My memories as Clyburn told me that my mother deeply loved me and I loved her too. My memories from my previous world told me this love was a bit tense, bordering on creepy. We'd never done anything objectionable, but I had breastfed until I was five and I had very few memories that didn't involve my mother's omnipresence. Momma's boy might even be a weak description for the relationship I had with her.

"Ah, when she… did that, did… something come out of your penis? Like a liquid? Maybe it was white?"

My eyes widened in surprise at the question. "Ah? No… I didn't cum."

My mother's eyes widened in shock. "How do you know that word?"

It was then I realized that her previous question was trying to explain sex to a young boy who shouldn't know what it was. I realized my mistake and shot a look at the girl who had put me in this predicament without knowing what to say. Mom's frown deepened, taking that look as an admission that I had learned the word from her. I didn't correct the mistake as she stood back up. Her eyes looked down at my hand still covering my cock. It was still hard even now! The frustration and embarrassment were painted on my face. No grown man would want his mother to see his naked penis.

My mother suddenly turned back to the maid, who had finally stopped crying and was now sitting on her knees with her head lowered, awaiting her punishment.

"Do you see what you did to my son?" Mother demanded.

"S-sorry…" the maid's voice sounded pouty, and not particularly sorry at all.

"You're going to take responsibility for this!" As my mother spoke, she pointed right down at my erect cock, and my blush turned to mortification.

My twelve-year-old self lacked the knowledge or experience to know shame. I was truly ignorant to the world and sex in entirely. It was the new memories that started to poke holes in this life. Up until last week I was still being bathed by my mother and an elderly maid. That wasn't normal! This was my mother, and she was pointing at my erect cock in front of a 15 year old girl! That was truly an embarrassing situation in every sense of the word. The difference for me was truly like Adam eating the apple of knowledge.

"R-responsibility? You mean, I can?" A slight amount of hope showed on the maid's face, which only caused my mom's glower to deepen.

"No, you idiot girl. You made my son erect for the first time! I won't have some tramp like you causing him trauma for his first time! He may have trouble getting it up in the future!" Then mom turned to me, her face completely serious as she spoke strange words that broke my understanding of the world. "Honey, would you like to experience 'cumming' for the first time?"

My mouth could only drop open from the actual shock of this situation, but the horny 35-year-old man couldn't hold back. I was already sexually frustrated from being interrupted earlier. Even though the promise of sex came from my mother, I couldn't stop myself from shaking my head up and down eagerly. Mom gave me a gentle smile and made a slight breath of relief. She seemed relieved that my sex drive was revving to go!

"Then, please, stick it in…" the maid leaned back, lifting her maid skirt until her pink pussy was showing.

I was about to leap on her and do just that when my mom suddenly grabbed the maid and pulled her by the hair over to me. "No, you dumb bitch. You'll be using your mouth!"

My mom violently forced the head of the fifteen-year-old girl down until it was face to face with my crotch, only my hands blocking the way.

"Eh? My mouth… but… I… it's dirty… from before…" The girl responded uncertainly, her former hope deflating.

"So? A dirty whore like you thinks you're too good to taste your own pussy on a man's dick?" Mom's voice was harsh enough to scare the twelve-year-old in me, yet sexually arouse the 35-year-old.

Was this really happening? This was just like one of those sexual fantasies, wasn't it? To a part of me, it was true that this woman was my mother, but out of the combined 47 years of my life, 35 of them did not have this woman as my mother. In fact, between this woman and myself, I had lived more years, and she sat closer to the age group I was typically attracted to than the fifteen-year-old jailbait. Despite having a bit of intensity in her, this mother was incredibly attractive. She had black hair, and soft features, and a voluptuous body. Her hair covered one eye, the other hazel brown eye appeared bright and pretty, with a small mole underneath.

She looked like one of those proper ladies I'd only ever seen in movies from high society culture. Suffice it to say, seeing her being rough with this 15-year-old girl was intensely erotic for the perverted mind of the adult me. My hands couldn't help but quickly move away, and under mom's rough guidance, soon my cock was forcefully shoved in to this fifteen-year-old girl's mouth.

"Mind your teeth girl, or I'll punish you accordingly!" The mother snapped angrily.

The girl could do nothing but keep her mouth open. If I had thought mom's interference would end there, I would be mistaken. With her hands on the back of the maid's head and her fingers wrapped in her hair, she forced the maid down onto my cock. I was only twelve, but my cock was still about the standard six-inches of an average adult. Whether it'd be bigger in the future was anyone's guess, but forced down her throat as it was, this could only be called a deep throat.

"Ghhmmmm…" I could hear the maid gagging on my cock, but even so, the experience felt amazing for me.

My wife in the past would never suck my cock. She said it was dirty and didn't like it. Meanwhile, most prostitutes would lick it with a condom on, but that was about it. So, for my bare cock to be deepthroated by a teenage girl forcefully, it was certainly my first time. Even then, mom didn't let up. She lifted the maids head and pushed it back down, up and down in a rhythmic and rough fashion.

The fifteen-year-old maid gagged each time it thrust into the back of her throat, saliva dripping out of her mouth and down my cock. As it turned out, while I lied there, I facefucked this 15-year-old girl! And it was my mom taking care of the motions! Tears dripped down the girl's eyes, her face turning into a mess of tears and spit, but mom continued to use her face to pleasure me. Even though the situation was so unexpected, so abstract, and so strange… the pleasure of this teeny bopper mouth couldn't be denied.

Soon my hips were thrusting back, working in tandem with my mom's movements to plow the back of this little girl's throat. The guard had the decency to turn their back to the scene, but the entire time my mom watched me with intensity, using the expressions on my face to judge when she needed to speed up or slow down. Even being watched by the woman I'd call mother in this world, I couldn't stop the pleasure from overflowing through my body. Soon, I found myself cumming.

I was still young, so it wasn't like cum exploded everywhere. It was just two white spirts which shot into the back of the maid's throat while I clawed at the carpet under me, my eyes closed. The maid immediately started coughing and choking on the feel of thick hot stuff striking the back of her throat. My mom noticed I had finished and pulled the woman up immediately, standing up and dragging the maid up roughly with her.

"Now, close your mouth!" Mom commanded the fifteen-year-old girl, who did as she was told without hesitation. "Now swallow!"

A little bit of semen dribbled down the girl's chin, but mom used the knuckle of her pointer finger to push it back into her mouth in a way that might look affectionate in another situation.

"All of it!" Mom ordered while the girl was still crying, but the maid still forcefully swallowed, even though the expression on her face showed she didn't like it. "Open your mouth."

Once she had swallowed it and opened her mouth as commanded, Mom moved right up to her face. She even reached in and grabbed her tongue, pulling it up to check and make sure all the cum was consumed. Once she was content that all the semen had ended up in the maid's belly, she finally relaxed. Walking over to a nearby stand, she poured a drink and handed it to the maid.

"Drink this. Swirl it in your mouth."

"I-I don't drink…" The girl sniffled.

Mom shot her a glare, "It's alcohol, to make sure. Do it if you want to live."

The guard once again touched their hilt, looking threatening. The maid could only take the drink into her mouth and swirl it around, wincing even more from the taste of hard liquor than the taste of cum. When she finally gulped down the drink, mom gave one last, firm nod.

"Good. You got what you wanted, my son's cum inside you. Now get the hell out of my home. You're fired."

The maid didn't fight back. She lowered her head and remained silent. A nod from my mother caused the guard to came over, grabbing the maid roughly and dragging her out of the room. Soon, it was just me, still half-naked on the floor, and my mother, standing in the middle of the room with an empty glass in one hand and her other hand with her knuckle still bent where she had touched the maid. Mom raised her knuckle up to her mouth, putting her knuckle into her mouth, biting it and licking her finger. It looked almost like a nervous habit and was seemingly done unaware by the woman herself, but the finger she bit down on was the same finger that scooped up my semen from the maid's chin.

After a moment of silence where I didn't know what to do next, she turned down to look at me with a somewhat gentle expression. "Honey, it's about time we had the talk."

Mother turned around and headed for the door, not giving me another look as she left the library I had been ambushed in. I stood back up, hastily putting my pants and underwear back on. My brain worked furiously, trying to understand what was going on. Fortunately, I was a bit of a nerd, so I was aware of Japanese reincarnation stories. Is that what I had just experienced? The 35-year-old me had no memories of dying, but perhaps that was one of those things that didn't transfer over? All I knew now was that I was a twelve-year-old boy who just lost my virginity in front of my mother. I lived in a mansion serviced with maids, so my family must be rich.

Things like magic and monsters… I had no clue if they were real or not. Although I had never seen a TV or a computer, I couldn't even say for sure whether I lived in a modern era or the past. The room felt air conditioned… or is that a spell or magical artifact? The only thing I knew for certain now was that I had lived an incredibly sheltered life. In twelve years, I had never been outside the mansion grounds.

Come on kid, what kind of life are you living here? The older me chided.

Unfortunately, the younger me couldn't answer. You can't want what you never had. Clyburn was fed well, treated well, and even coddled to the extreme. Even my sisters weren't treated this well. That's right, I remember I have sisters. They are both older than me. One is only older by a year, while the other is two years old. My parents had left no gaps between children. Three kids in three years, stopping with me. As for parents, I don't remember my father at all. Perhaps that is why I'm the last child?

I didn't have a lot of time to consider the information in my head. Mom had clearly expected me to follow her. As soon as I finished dressing, I glanced around the room one last time. That was when my eyes landed on a peculiar white cloth wedged under the couch. I immediately picked it up and spread it out. It was only at this time that I finally realized what it was. It was the panties the maid had pulled off earlier. Mom had kicked her out the door without allowing her to put them back on. They smelled a bit reminiscent of her sex, and so I pocketed them. Any way you look at it, she was my first time. It isn't that perverted to hold on to her panties like this!

Once the panties were properly hidden, I left the room. Upon stepping out of the library, I found myself in a hallway that was both strange and not strange. I had never seen it before in my life while simultaneously having lived the last twelve years here. My memories were still not quite merged. My reincarnation didn't seem to be as seamless as the stories I read.

The hallways were darkly lit, but a close look at the torches seemed to show a lightbulb, so this is probably a world that at least had electricity. I made my way down the hall, and seemed to know instinctually where to head. The place was of course my mother's room. I had slept with her in this room until I was eight or nine. Even then, I was welcome to come back and sleep in here when I felt like it. Like I said before, the relationship between my former twelve year old mind and his mother was an odd one.

"Honey, dear, I'm changing into something comfortable, sit on my bed."

The voice came from behind a privacy screen. The screen was made of an opaque white paper, and mom also had a light on behind it. As a result, the privacy the screen actually gave was undeniably weak. I could only gulp as I sat down on the bed like a lover waiting for his wife to change into something sexy on their honeymoon. My eyes were glued to the silhouette of a shapely woman. She had big boobs, wide hips, and curvaceous form. Just going by the shape of her body, my cock was ready to spring to attention once again.

Dude, she's your mom! Settle it! I desperately screamed at my cock.

Her breasts and even her nipples were perfectly outlined in the light. Rather than sagging, she had remarkably pert breasts for a woman who had three children. This wasn't a conclusion made just by looking through the privacy screen, unfortunately. This body had fond memories of curling up in her lap and sucking on her nipples. Even within this year, I recalled going to sleep with her after having a nightmare, using those pair of funbags as my pillow! Of course, the sheltered twelve-year-old me had only seen this as platonic affection, but my other memories made me regretful I hadn't done more when I had the chance while simultaneously making me worried what I'd do if I did get another chance!

Mom's erotic show ended as she slid something over her head, finally obscuring the best parts of her body, but when she finally stepped out of the privacy curtain, I almost shouted and threw a pillow at her. Mom was wearing a silk nightie. It showed her bra and some significant cleavage. This was not an outfit that you gave a boy the talk in! Maybe it was the outfit that you showed a boy the ways of a woman in… was that what this woman was doing? I scanned through my memories desperately, trying to see if mom was crazy enough to throw herself at me! I kept remembering her gripping the maid's head and forcing her to give me fellatio, and the 35-year-old in me who didn't see her as my mother was all for plowing this tabooed fortress.

I was now sitting awkwardly, trying to hide the boner. It had returned far faster than I expected, even after cumming in that maid's mouth. Well, since I could get erections now, it was clear that I had reached puberty. That means on top of my overall horniness of being around a beautiful mom figure, I also was being flooded with hormones that were out of my control.

Mom gave me a gentle and loving smile, the intensity she was showing in the library was now gone. Instead, she only looked at me with concern and love. My breath recovered as I realized that there wasn't an ounce of seduction mixed into that look. I was starting to remember that these silk nighties were what she liked to wear around the mansion at night. As I was the only man in the mansion, she naturally had no feeling of needing to hide her body normally. She likely just wanted to be comfortable when she had to explain something uncomfortable.

Still, that innocent look, that sexy nighty, and then her sitting right next to me, her thigh touching mine… the reincarnated me was doing flips, and it took everything in my body not to push her down on the bed. I kept wondering what would happen if I did that. Would mom resist? She'd never once denied me anything I wanted. She even became involved in my first sexual experience. That told me there was absolutely no limits for this woman. I could do it. Right now. I could fuck my own mother.

"Clyburn…" Mom suddenly spoke, causing me to jump out of my revelry.

"What? Huh? What?" I said quickly, nearly hyperventilating.

My thoughts had grown incredibly dangerous for a second. Had mom remained silent for a few more seconds, there was no telling what would have happened.

"Honey," Mom put her hand on my knee, which caused me to instinctually jerk causing her to frown. "Honey… I know you just went through something a little confusing. I need you to understand some things. Truthfully, I should have told you when you turned ten, but I kept putting it off, thinking I'd always have time later."

I finally started to relax after seeing the sincerity in mom's eyes. As uninformative as those twelve years of memory were, the one thing they were certain of was that mom always looked out for my best interest.

"What is it, mother?" I forced myself to speak how I remembered speaking before the reincarnation.

"That maid…" Mom tsked in dissatisfaction. "I had actually brought her in to groom her as your first. I thought when she was 18 and you were 15, you could have your fun with her for a year. Then, if she was a good girl, I'd stop slipping the pill into her meals and she could be the first to have your baby."

"Mother?" My eyes raised in surprise.

"Oh, baby, I know you don't understand any of this. She's just a dumb girl who never would have gotten what she wanted anyway. Her impatience gave you a confusing first time, and cost her the chance to get pregnant. However, there is a lesson in this that I want you to understand."

"I-I don't get what you mean?" I scrunched my head in thought.

Mom probably thought I didn't get any of it. That wasn't true. I understood that this woman was brought in to be my playmate. In fact, it was a fantasy that sounded too good to be true. I also understood that the maid wanted to be pregnant and that my mom prevented that from happening. What I didn't understand is why? Why was there such a strange focus on me and what I did with my penis.

"You probably realize this by now, but you're different than everyone else you've met." My mother continued on, not noticing my thoughtful appearance. "You have a penis. You're a male, while everyone else I've ever had you meet was female. The reason for this is simple. There are very few men alive. It was said to start with a plague that wiped out all men, but the only thing I know is that for every one thousand people born, maybe one of them will be male if you're lucky."

"!!" This was truly the first time I had heard of this information.

Was this why everyone was so protective of me? Men were truly that rare?

"Because the birth rate is so low, becoming pregnant is very important to most women. You could call it the goal of all women to become pregnant. The government gives citizenship to women who have born a child. Also, you get three years of financial support from the government while pregnant up until the baby is two, and lifetime access to health insurance and various other government benefits. The difference between women who had born children and women who haven't is night and day. Therefore, women who have not become mothers desperately seek out the limited male population."

"If they are lucky enough to find a man who is willing to sleep with them, there is a certain chance they can become pregnant based on how many times the man is willing to sleep with them. If they become pregnant with a male baby, rather than three years, they are supported for sixteen years with a much larger stipend. After the child turns sixteen, they continue to receive a small stipend for the rest of their lives. Many women see this as a ticket to never having to work again."

"A-and you, mother?" I asked the question, even though I suspected it might be somewhat hurtful.

Mom only gave me a light smile. "Most men become playboys, running around enjoying various women and leaving trails of babies behind in their wake. Most women don't mind, only caring about obtaining the seed until they're with-child. Your father was different than most.

"I'd like to say I was a better woman too, who seeked the eternal love of a man, but that simply wasn't realistic. I approached your father for the same reason every other girl did. I wanted to extract his seed and live a better life. I actually broke into his house, stripped naked, and then handcuffed myself to his bed."

"!!"

Mom let out laugh at my shocked expression. "Oh, my lovely child, I was quite the wild girl myself back in the day. When he got home, he had had a rough night of women harassing him for his seed, so he was in no mood to find a vandal like myself. He tried to wrestle the keys away from me, and I ended up swallowing them! After that, I asked him what he was going to do now. His answer? Wait!"

"Wait, huh? Then what?" At this point, I was already wrapped up in mom's story, at some point even leaning against her shoulder like I did when I was younger, no longer uncomfortable around her sexy body.

"We waited! I quickly realized I was stuck in bed and I needed to go! I had no choice but to use the bedpan he gave me. He literally fed and toileted me for two whole days until the keys finally came out! I was horrified! It was the most embarrassing thing I'd ever done in my life. I left without saying a thing, but just as I walked out the door, he told me to come back the next day."

"Even after that, you did?" I guessed in surprise, not imagining how mom had the guts to return after doing something so embarrassing.

Mom laughed. "I was quite shameless in what I wanted. You need to understand how much seed means to women. Not even your mother was any better. I had prayed that he felt sympathy after embarrassing me so and would give me a vial of seed. So, imagine my surprise when we just went out to eat and it ended with nothing. We talked, and there was no sex again. Except, just as he was about to close the door, he told me to come back the next day again."

"And so I came back… again and again. Each day, I hoped he'd deliver his seed to me. Some days I'd come wearing practically nothing, desperately trying to seduce him. Other days, I'd put on a strip show or something else. However, he never weakened for a moment. Soon, he stopped asking me to come back the next day, not because he didn't want me, but because he'd know I'd come no matter what. I kept coming anyway because it was habit."

"Then what happened?"

Mom's smile turned reflective, a small tear in her eye as she remembered. "Then… I had the opportunity to get the seed of another man. It was quite sudden, but I ran into a man when my work friends took me out drinking. Somehow, I ended up in his room. I was really drunk, and…"

My face started to go red, hearing about my mom's extramarital affair. "And? And?"

"And… I woke up in a bed at your father's house, my virginity taken and your eldest sister in my belly."

"Hah? What? Did you cheat on dad? What happened?"

Mom let out a laugh. "I don't remember! And your father, the meanie… wouldn't tell me!"

"However, he loved me… and we… continued to be together many times. Even when the first two babies weren't male, we kept going and on the third try I had you! The men who remained with only one woman their entire lives could be counted on a finger, and your father just happened to be one of those men. Oh, how jealous my friends were that I had a man who kept giving me babies.

"As for that first night, I only learned later when I accidently ran into the other man from that night again. I learned from him that we hadn't done anything. As soon as he offered to stick it in, I had slapped him and stormed out. I ended up at your father's doorstop, drunk and sobbing, telling him it was his fault that I had fallen in love with him and would only take his seed. Your father proposed to me right there, and then we made love.

"I only realized a little later that my husband had likely asked the man to put me to the test. He likely didn't mention it because he felt guilty for testing me like that, but even after a year, he felt like he needed to know how I really felt. In truth, I needed to as well. I don't hold your father responsible for it."

"Mother… what happened to father?" I asked the question abruptly, causing mom to immediately snap out of her careful thoughts.

"That… he… turned down the wrong kind of girl. She… stabbed him."

I lowered my head, the previous mood being killed in a single question.

"Honey, that's why I need you to understand how dangerous and volatile the life of a man is. Your seed is the most important thing about you. Where women have the freedom to be whatever they want, especially after having a child, men are treated like cum depositories. You will be lied to, threatened, blackmailed, even raped, all in the name of gaining your seed.

The government gives men free healthcare, scholarships, and citizenship, but the law is that once you're sixteen, you must impregnate five women a month-"

"Five! A month!" The 35 year old in me couldn't help but shout at that absurd number. "But dad…"

"Those who don't spread their seed willingly must donate their seed twice a week. That's what your father did. However, if you choose that path, you're just giving the government control over your genes. They sell them and give them out as gifts to women. Rich families can buy the seed from donators. You'll get none of the… benefits of the exchange. It's not a life I'd like you to live."

"True… but five a month?"

"Our population has 1 man per 1000 women. Do you understand what that means? It means in your lifetime, you need to impregnate 1000 women, and 1 of them need to produce a man, just for the population to remain stable. At the rate of five women a month, it'd take you almost 17 years to accomplish this presuming their are no pregnancy complications, and presuming you don't die before the age of 32. So, I hope you can understand how precious you are.

Mother stroked my head against her shoulder lightly as she spoke. "I'm telling you all this so you understand the truth. Women just want your seed, and many of them won't care a lick about you after they get what they need. Few women want to be tied to a guy who will sleep with no less than five other women every month."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Eh? Me?" Mom's hand stopped for a second before she chuckled. "I'm already a citizen and I have a stipend. While I'm not too old to be pregnant again, the temptation is much less with me, as well as the potential rewards. If I'm bad, I always have toys to play with. I'm perhaps the only woman in this world you can trust, so if you're ever in a situation where you feel confused, you just consult with your mother and I will help."

When mom spoke of toys, her eyes drifted over to a certain drawer next to her bedside. She probably spoke so candidly because she didn't expect the naïve me who had spent every second growing up under her care would know about such things.

"What of my sisters? Do I need to…" The thought suddenly jumped into my head, probably from reading too many manga.

Surprisingly, mom didn't hold a disgusted look at all as she considered my question. "In truth, the maid we just fired had a story along those lines. She was born with an older brother who had promised to leave her with child. However, once he grew up he turned into a playboy and forgot about his little sister. When she turned fourteen, her mother died and she lost all of her benefits. Expecting her brother to make her pregnant, she hadn't bothered to learn any life skills.

"After chasing after her brother for three months and losing everything, she finally managed to track him down at a bar, he told her he wasn't interested in worthless trash like her. It was a few months later that I managed to scoop her off the street. I was amazed she still had her virginity. Usually, lipstick girls swoop up women like her. I would have helped her reach her dream too… but she had to cross my bottom line.

"As for your sisters, incest is fine if you wish to give them a better future. With the world the way it is, few people take issue with these kinds of relationships. However, if your sisters aren't okay with it, please don't force them. Most men who don't want to sleep with their sisters will make packs with other men. You're bound to meet most of the local men once you start going to the academy, so you can set your sisters up on dates with some of them. If you make a close friend, you might even trade sisters. I know I haven't instilled much family bonding between you and your sisters these last few years, but I hope you can at least help them gain their citizenship."

"Don't worry, mother, I'll take care of my sisters." I promised.

The twelve-year-old me was inherently selfish and pampered by mom. In truth, I barely noticed the sisters who lived in this mansion at all. The 34-year-old me never had any sisters at all. Between the two minds, suddenly, these two teenage girls I had never bothered with before became my number one focus.

It sounded like I'd be stuck in this mansion for the next two years before I become an "adult" and leave for the academy. I guess that gives me two years to learn as much as I can about the outside world. While I'm at it, that gives me two years to play with my mother and big sisters!

Mother's talk actually seemed to stop at the most interesting part. That would be the actual discussion of the birds and the bees! She had glossed over most of the stuff about having sex, and merely focused on the repercussions and expectations of the women who wanted to take me. She told me to keep my seed to myself, and to gift it sparingly. In my old world, it was customary to have to take a woman out on three dates before she was willing to put out. Then, at the very least, she got three dinners out of the guy before giving him what he really wanted.

In this world, the situation was opposite. If girls wanted my seed, I had to make them pay the cost, and seed in this world is way more important than sex ever was in my world! A girl can't just go home and make sperm herself if a date goes bad. Therefore, men were given a considerable amount of leeway. In short, the 35-year-old me had been reborn into a world where every woman wanted to fuck me and there was absolutely no repercussions. Not only could I spread my genes unreservedly, the woman I impregnated wouldn't expect me to follow through and take care of the babies. I'm still not convinced I didn't die and go to heaven.

That night, after wandering off to bed, I had a wonderful wet dream. I dreamed that I had started teasing mom about the birds and the bees. Using the innocent 12-year-old mom thought me to be, I trapped her in erotic and naughty questions she couldn't handle. Pretending to be blindly innocent, I'd force her to describe the act of sex in detail. I watched as my beautiful mother blushed and squirmed over talking about erections and anal sex. Actually, now that I think about it, how does this world handle anal sex? Since it didn't make babies, does that mean the booty is off limits?

Of course, my wife never let me stick it in her ass. A few whores did, but they doubled the price. As to how it felt, it felt like I tossed away 100 when I could have just been fucking their pussy. At least one of the two whores let me blow it inside her ass. Man, ever since that maid last night, I just really want to blow a load inside someone.

Naturally, those desires spilled into my dream, and soon I was asking mom to show me what boobs looked like. Perhaps what was so erotic about the dream is that in reality, my mother had never denied me anything. If I genuinely asked her to show me what boobs were like, I wasn't entirely unsure it wouldn't play out exactly like in my dreams. The alternative, of course, is that she found a maid and used the maid to show me titties. However, with the fifteen-year-old gone, all the maids are older women in their forties or more. Still, the thought of watching my mom play with another woman's tits while "showing me" wasn't disagreeable.

In the dream, my mom show me her tits, which were pert and perfect, just like I had imagined them to be. I had used nostalgia, hinting at how I used to suck on her nipples, in order to get dream mom to let me lick them. Then, I wanted to know what a pussy looked like. I didn't get a good look with the maid, or so I said. What did it taste like? What did mommy's pussy feel like? Soon, I was balls deep in my mother, who still couldn't stop blushing and looking flustered like she had no clue how things had progressed this far!

Just as I started to cum inside mom, the dream broke apart and I woke up in my bed. I was still cumming as I woke up, feeling the stickiness all over my sheets, my underwear, and my hand. As to my hand, I realized it was holding some kind of fabric. I quickly wiped up the mess the best I could using the fabric and handed before I pulled out the cloth. It took my eyes a moment to adjust in the darkness, but I finally realized the cloth I had been rubbing on my cock and finally jizzed on was actually the maid's panties.

Some time during the night, I must have pulled it out of my pocket, and started holding it as I fondled my erection during sleep. Those once fresh panties were now smeared with white gobs and dried streaks. Had the maid known her panties would end up being the final resting place for gobs of my cum, she'd likely faint in frustration. This sticky gunk that was now staining her panties was really what all the fuss was about? This is what she wanted from me?

I tossed the panties in a drawer, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I woke up in the next morning when the curtains were suddenly pulled apart by a maid who had just entered.

"Master, it is noon, you should wake up."

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and glanced over at the maid. She was a woman I knew very intimately. She was responsible for my baths, my feedings, and basically anything else mom wasn't available for. Her name was Veris, and she was a forty-year-old woman in a maid outfit. Despite this, I still felt my cock move a bit. If you combined the ages of 35 and twelve, I'd lived 47 years of life. If anything, this woman was younger than I was! The twelve-year-old's memories always just saw Veris as some old lady who took care of him. However, with my new memories, I was seeing her in a new light.

Veris had actually had a baby when she was only sixteen, which is why she was trusted by my mother. That baby was now a twenty-year old woman who was looking for a man of her own. I suddenly wondered if Veris's years of service weren't designed to get me to unload cum in her daughter. However, daughter aside, Veris herself wasn't so bad looking. First off, she was wearing the always erotic maid outfit. She was up on her tippy-toes trying to move the curtains, and the maid outfits, like everything else in this world, lacked modesty. I could see the bottom crest of her ass just covered by her short maid skirt. If she got a little higher, I'd be able to tell her panty colors. On top of that, the light was shining through the window, giving her a morning glow that outlined her body, which still looked youthful and I realized she was slightly younger than my mother.

My maid is kind of hot, isn't she?

Her skin wasn't as perfectly smooth as my mother's, but she also had a more down to earth appearance like that of a working-class girl. She had brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She had a strong nose and chin, but even within her roughness I could tell her skin was soft and lotioned to the touch. I knew this from experience more than sight. It was clear mom took care of the staff well. She had long fingers, long painted nails, but her hands felt soft and gentle. When she noticed me staring at her, she turned to me, smiled, and gave a rather elegant curtsy which still hid her panty colors.

"Do you want my sperm too?" I jumped as I realized the words came out my mouth.

I was just thinking that, but it must have been too early in the morning, because before I knew it, I had said exactly what I was thinking! Veris's smile froze as she looked at me, but she recovered surprisingly fast with a chuckle.

"Master, I heard about what happened… yesterday. I'm sorry I wasn't in the mansion. I had also been fooled my Tinya's innocence. I never would have expected her to attack you so. I'm truly sorry." Veris changed the subject and leaned forward, a little cleavage showing from the top of her shirt. "I see you haven't even been properly cleaned since last night. Please allow me to take care of it."

I jumped as I realized that while I was staring at Veris's cleavage, she was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I realized that I was in nothing but my underwear, and that underwear was covered with white stains from last night. Veris had misunderstood it to be mess from my sex with the other maid…. It turned out the girl's name was Tinya. In truth, she had torn off my underwear before anything happened, and I had used a washcloth to wipe up before bed. This mess was all a result of last night's wet dream.

"This… uh, I can take care of it."

"Nonsense!" Veris's scoffed, "I've been washing you for twelve years, don't suddenly start thinking you're all grown up just because a girl sucked your peter."

I couldn't help but blush, while Veris merely went to the bathroom to fill up a washbasin. Running water and plumbing were another part of this world that suggested it must be modern. Even so, my memories had no mention of a shower, and tubs were actually filled by the sink. It was little changes like this that made it noticeably another world. I also still received regular sponge baths from my mom and Veris. A full emerged bath was a rarity in this world that I only got maybe once a month.

"Alright, pull down your underwear." Veris ordered, her tone holding no nonsense.

I obliged, glade to see that my dick was behaving itself for once, and hadn't become aroused by Veris's maid outfit yet. Veris stared down at my dick, which still looked a little sticky from the gobs inside the underwear that hadn't dried yet. I wanted to hide myself shyly, but Veris had seen me so much according to those memories that getting worked up in modesty now would appear odd. Thus, I could only grin and bare it. Veris immediately dipped a wash cloth into the hot, suddy water and splashed it on my cock.

"Ah!" I let out a little cry from the heat.

Veris began to vigorously wash it. Being touched and cleaned by someone else was a weird experience. The towel was rough enough that it didn't feel too erotic. However, Veris seemed to be incredibly thorough, and many times the towel would slip and her wet palm would end up running up and down my wet groin. Eventually, Veris, used one hand to grab the head, pulling out my penis so that she could properly clean the shaft. Unfortunately, this level of stimulation, along with me still thinking about all the sex this world promised, and my erection return.

My face drained of color as my penis started to engorge. Two wipes and it went from totally limp to erect. Suddenly, Veris's palm which had been gripping it, was pushed apart by the swelling mass. As soon as she realized it was hardening, her eyebrow rose and she gave a tsk.

"I was afraid this would happen." Veris sighed.

"I'm sorry." I responded apologetically.

Veris looked at me with a worried look and shook her head. "Don't be, young master. That silly girl had to come and stimulate you in that way last night, and this must have jump started your maturity. Now, you're going to be getting these regularly. I've read about this in books. Don't you worry. Your mother had thought of this and given me permission to take care of it."

"Take care of it?" The words came out in surprise.

Veris only nodded. "Now that the erections come, you need to be made to ejaculate often. They say that boys who don't cum regularly when they're young get a low sperm count. Your mother wants you to be properly fertile, so if you ever feel an erection coming along, get me or one of the other maids to take care of it for you, do you hear?"

I would have laughed at the things Veris was saying, but she was saying them with absolute sincerity. As it turns out, in this world, there are a lot of strange wife's tales involving men. It could also be, in the absence of a large amount of men, there wasn't as much scientific knowledge about them. I could imagine when there are only 1 in 1000 men, plus the normal likelihood of getting pregnant during any copulation, that women would be willing to do or believe anything to increase male fertility.

As to how Veris planned to help my 'condition', she didn't wait at all, putting both of her hands in the soapy water, she rubbed them together until they were full of suds, and then immediately grasped on to my dick like she was grasping a rope she planned to tug. Although Veris was only sixteen when she lost her virginity and had her baby, that didn't mean she had an abnormally large amount of experience with dicks. Still, she had prepared for this day, and using the soap as lubricant, she quickly had her palms, one gripping each side of my shaft to keep her nails away. She slid her palms rapidly up and down my member with vigorous enthusiasm and determination.

I could only lean back and enjoy the show, moaning as her hands moved faster and faster on my cock. I watched her as she worked. Her expression was very focused, which looked somewhat cute given the circumstances. For an adult woman to be so focused on her hand movements, it was clear she was giving this her all. I was getting a handjob by a cute 40-year-old maid! On top of that, she might as well have been a virgin to handjobs. There's more! I was only a 12-year-old boy! I really couldn't believe how wonderful this life of mine had become.

"Ah, ah, ah!" I let out moans to fill the room along side the only other noise, the slick sound of her hands stroking my meat.

"Little Master, don't hold back now, I'll make sure to clean up your mess when you finish. To finish properly!" Veris reassured me with a stern voice.

I wanted to laugh at how silly this was, but I could only keep moaning at the incredible feel of her soft hands rubbing my cock with extreme precision and determination. Suddenly, I found myself wanting more. Her breasts weren't bad. They sagged a little, this hot MILF showing a bit of the signs of age, but when pushed together they'd fit my dick quite nicely. Her pert little mouth also looked as delectable as the other girl, Tinya. Maybe I could get her to use her mouth? Maybe, I could get her to use her pussy? Veris said she'd take care of it, but there was no specification of what I could use to take care of it. If I slid my dick into her moist pussy that hasn't seen a man in 24 years, wouldn't that be great?

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to turn those thoughts into actions. Just thinking about sticking it in was enough to push me over the edge, and soon I shot out four or five gobs of semen up into the air. The first batch caught Veris off guard, and it almost hit her face before landing on my stomach. The second and third were much more under her control, and she blocked them with one of her warm, soft, soapy hand, the second hand slowing down as she finished jacking me off. She collected all the semen into her palm and stood up finally, heading over to the wash basin.

Suddenly, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face. As I finished recovering my breath, my soapy dick finally starting to soften. I was now in need of another cleaning, with white sticky streaks mixed into the suds. However, Veris didn't immediately return. Instead, she seemed to be almost frozen, staring into her soapy palm. Still recovering from my own orgasm, it took me a second to realize that what she was staring at was my seed she had collected in her hand.

"You want it?" I asked.

Veris jumped, looked at me in surprise, and then gave a breath of relief, immediately dumping her hands, and the white gunk into the basin. Her breath seemed to return to normal and she shook her head with a chuckle to herself. Her eyes seemed to hold some self-derision.

"I'm sorry master. I thought I'd be long past it, but that white stuff of yours is practically gold for women. Even with the soap likely killing all chance, I find myself tempted to slide some up and see what happens." Veris looked up and gave me a guilty expression.

"Is that to say you want me to get you pregnant?" I asked innocently.

Veris barks a laugh, reaching out and touching my nose with a cleaned finger, leaving some suds behind. "You darling child, master, please don't tempt me. I've only known the touch of a man once in my life and was fortunate enough to have a child from that first try. Even though I think these hips could push out another, I'd never want to jeopardize the life I have here for it."

"Ah, but you've taken care of me for so long, I don't mind taking care of you." My devious side started to surface.

Veris gives me a smile, not taking my words seriously, but even so, there looked to be some temptation in them. It was truly exhilarating to see just the promise of my cum be so tempting to women. I could have been offering her a million dollars for the effect it showed. If even a loyal maid of the family could become flustered and tempted, what chance did my sisters have? In fact, what chance did any woman have?

I reeled in my excitement. I had to remember the words my mother said the previous night. Women wanted nothing to do with me after I gave my seed to them. Therefore, the trick was getting women to give me as much as possible before giving them my seed. For example, answering more question on anal, if I wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, I needed to promise her I'd cum in her pussy. As long as I didn't do it, though, she'd remain mine, giving her ass to me every night until she got what she wanted. Perhaps when she told me her own story, that wasn't quite what she meant, but I still took the lesson to heart.

Dad had stringed mom along for ages based on the promise of his seed. In the end, she couldn't even imagine getting her seed from anyone else. Although I never met the man from this world, I had a bit of respect for him. He played mom perfectly. The only difference was that he seemed to have some taste for monogamy. Meanwhile, I had no such reservations. I mean, come on, being lucky enough to reincarnate in this paradise of pussy, and then not sampling every flower? That'd be insanity!

However, where other men pumped and dumped, using and being used by women, I could gain a bit more. For example, by putting it in Veris's mind that I might give her more seed in the future, she'll be even more loyal and dedicated to me. Perhaps, I could lead a lot of women around by the promise of my seed.

Here I am, plotting deviously. While my mom thinks I'm a confused 12 year old trying to understand my sexuality, I'm already busy plotting to create my own harem! Speaking of which…

"Veris… I'd be very happy to give you my baby. Since Tinya is gone, wouldn't that mean Veris has to take over her responsibilities?"

Veris's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth covered with shock. It wasn't simply the promise of making her with child, but Veris knew very well that Tinya's role was to be my playmate. Naturally, Veris was the one who was supposed to train Tinya on how to perform. Admittedly, other than the one time, all of Veris's practice had been on a rubber dong and instructional guides, but she was glad to see the hand technique she developed successfully satisfied the young master. She also understood the implications that sex would be involved in Tinya's roles.

"I'm too old…" Veris finally shook her head savagely. "If anything, master would do me a great favor if you could impregnate my daughter. Even she is a bit old for you, but she wasn't as fortunate as I. Her first time didn't get her pregnant."

"How about, I have both of you!" The mature me was breaking through the 12-year-old façade, the appearance of this sexy flustered maid kept me from acting the part of the proper innocent boy.

I was holding both of Veris's wet hands in my own, and I was staring at her aggressively. Veris was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. Clearly, my words were too sweet to resist for this woman. She was struggling harder and harder to see me as a childish 12-year-old, to separate her propriety from her heart. After taking care of my penis to ejaculation, no matter how young I was, it would leave her at least a little aroused. Immediately after, I began to attack her most inner desires, giving the hapless maid no way out.

"Please… master… you tease too much." Veris started to cry, looking at me longfully and desperately.

I was so shocked, I couldn't react when she finally pulled her hands away from mine. Immediately, she straightened her dress and looked away, standing up in a rush.

"Veris…" I started.

"If that will be all, Young Master, I'll be on my way. Please call me if you need anything else." Veris responded stiffly, not meeting my eyes.

Before I could stop her, she turned the rest of the way and walked out of the room in a huff. She actually left the cleaning job unfinished. The tub of water and cloth were abandoned as she fled the room. As soon as the door closed, I gave a tsk.

"I guess my seduction techniques are a little rusty. I came on a little too strong."

In the end, I ended up scaring the maid away. The older me just couldn't keep his erection down. I kept thinking of plowing her with my head resting in her rack, and soon I was promising her everything. This was going to be a little harder than it looks. My cum is the reward, but I can't hang it in front of women too aggressively or it'll scare them away. And if I give it too willingly, then I'll be the one taken advantage of. Yes, this father I never knew taught me an important lesson, but I still had a long way to go.

I finished cleaning myself up using the wash basin, putting it at the side of the bed. After getting dressed, I found that there was a plate at my door with food for lunch. I happily devoured my meal while thinking about what I'd do next. Since the maids were a bust, I guess it was time to visit my sisters.

Clyburn, in other words me, I had two sisters. One of those sisters is 14, and the other is 15. As to how that works out mathematically, I found out I turn thirteen next month. My fifteen year old sister is named Madison and my fourteen year old sister is named Hannah. I should also add that my mother's name was Morgan. As to the kind of girls my sisters are, my memories regrettably knew very little. The former me was a pampered spoiled brat. After I was born, little attention was given to my sisters. They were almost ghosts in my memory.

My mother wasn't necessarily abusive, but it was the society that favored men and expected them to be catered to above all else. This naturally had a major influence to the amount of time mother gave me compared to my sisters. If my memory served me, this also resulted in two very different attitudes towards me. My fifteen-year-old sister Madison seemed to hate me. That is to say she was very jealous that I got all the attention and refused to talk or deal with me.

I had a distant memory of two years back when I wanted something that she had. She was reading a certain book, and I decided I wanted the book because I liked the picture on the cover. At first, the maids tried to take the book. However, it turned out the book was not taken from our library, but one Madison had personally bought herself with her birthday money. However, ten years old and never having been told no before, I ended up getting into a fight with her, trying to take her book until it accidentally ripped.

She called me a 'stupid, good-for-nothing man', and I responded by calling her a lipstick girl. For reference, in my old life, a lipstick lesbian is the kind of woman who favors glamourous, traditionally feminine women and styles, both in themselves and their lovers. This is as opposed to the dykes, the so-called manly women. In this world without feminists, that connotation takes on a slightly different meaning. Lipstick girls are essentially man-hating lesbians. They often wear strap-ons, and try to convince young women to hate men, hate seed, and eat pussy.

In a society with population problems, this attitude was seen as insulting to men and detrimental to the world, as a result, these women were often treated with scorn outside of their own social circles. So, lipstick girl was an awful insult which resulted in my sister shouting that I was stupid before chucking the destroyed book at my head and storming away. I expected mom to back me up, but instead, she gave me a spanking. It was one of only a few cases in which I was ever punished by my mother, which is perhaps why the scene was so vivid in my memories. It also signified the last time my sister and I every engaged with each other willingly.

Hannah, the younger sister, was a bit different than her angry sibling. She was much shyer and more reserved. As to how she treated me, that was to say with complete fear. Since my way was the rule of the house, Hannah had learned to hang her head low and avoid me when possible. She didn't like talking to me, and would shiver if I got too close. Suffice it to say that my relationship with my sisters was really shitty at the moment. That meant, it was going to take some work.

Unfortunately, a week later, I hadn't managed to even stay in the same room with them for more than a moment or two. I had spent a week in this new world, and since blowing my load in a maid's mouth and another maid's hand, I'd been left without any more satisfaction. Veris had actually switched her sponge bath duties with another maid who was in her seventies. The maid had hinted that if I had any "issues", she could handle them, but you could forgive me if I didn't take her up on her offer for a wrinkly decrepit handjob from a woman with a displaced hip.

Thus, when my first chance to get close to Hannah arrived, I wasn't going to waste a second to think about it. I had wondered into the library, only to notice Hannah putting a stack of books away on one of the shelves up on a chair. She was reaching up high, and her midriff was completely exposed. She hadn't noticed me yet, and if I had managed to get to the base of the chair she was standing on, I could probably also get a peak at her panties under her skirt.

However, rather than do that, I silently closed the door as softly as possible, and then clicked the lock. It wasn't like I'm trying to lock my sister in. Rather, I just want to keep from being interrupted. Every other time I wanted to get close to Hannah, Madison was nearby, always giving me a glare if I even attempted to approach either of them. If it wasn't Madison, then there was a maid nearby. Either way, I could hardly work any magic on my sister with an audience, so finding her alone was a wonderful blessing.

Regrettably, I didn't get to enjoy the panty shot because I was not even half away across the room when she finally noticed me. She immediately yelped, pulled down her shirt, and then jumped off the chair. As I continued to approach my cute little sister, she backed away instinctively until her back hit the bookshelf and couldn't move any longer. She looked around the room desperately, as if looking for a path to flee, but upon seeing nothing, only then did she speak.

"B-b-brother… wh-what are you doing he-here?" she spoke with a shiver, not able to meet my eyes.

My sister wore a long sleeve pink shirt and black skirt that went to a bit above her knees. It wasn't as revealing as the maid skirts, but it was short enough that schools in the old world might give her trouble. She had the youthful face of someone fresh in her teens. Her beauty clearly came from her mother, but she had a lot more of the baby fat, her cheeks a little chubby. Her hair was brown like her moms, but she kept it straight, including hair which she kept over one eye, desperately hiding her face. Overall, she was very adorable.

The adult me surged with lustful encouragement. As a 12-year-old boy, there were only a handful of years when I could get away with touching young teenage girls. Meanwhile, I had an adult brain that knew just how to manipulate, trick, and seduce immature women. Naturally, I had no intention of passing by the opportunity. If you were hoping for one of those guys who only liked women his own mental age, or was filled with moral obligation, that's just not me. I found myself in this world, and I planned to take as much advantage of it as possible!

In my old world, my high school life was noticeably sex free, and I always regretted that I never got to taste a young, virgin teenager. My first time had been when I was 20, and was a drunken fling with a big-boned college coed at a party. She had already left by the time I woke up, and I found the number she gave me was fake. My second time was with my wife, whom was an undergrad when I got into graduate school. Now, a few of the whores I tried might have advertised themselves as 18, but when we met they always looked like they were in their twenties. That maid last week was the first teenage pussy I've ever had, and at the time I was too confused to really enjoy it! I won't let the opportunity for more teenager pussy in the future pass me by!

"Sister, can you read me a book?" I asked innocently.

Hannah immediately jumped in surprise. "Eh? A book? Ah?"

She looked behind her, realizing she was surrounded with books and only then understanding where it came from.

"Brother, perhaps you should ask Madison. She likes books more than me. I'm only putting away a few books for her."

"Since you've already completed that task, doesn't that mean you have some free time?"

"Eh? Ah… that's true…" Hannah's brow furrowed, unable to argue with your simple logic.

"Then, come, sit down, please tell me a story." I respond, sitting on the nearby couch and patting the seat next to me.

Hannah seemed to breath easier now that I was seated and she knew what I wanted, but she didn't seem like she wanted to do it. In her hand was a single book, the last one she had forgotten to put away, and her knuckles were tight as she held it, as if she was fighting back a great deal of anxiety and holding it up as a shield.

"Please, sister, do… do you really not want to be with me?" I asked, letting tears well up in my eyes.

I had been practicing this move for a good week now. The effect was even more drastic on Hannah than I expected. She dropped the book and started waving her hands excitedly.

"No, brother, no! I'll do it! I'll read a book! I said I'll read!"

Immediately, she headed over and sat down right next to me. She glances over at me trepidatiously. I glanced back, raising an eyebrow.

"The book!" The blood drains from Hannah's face as she realized she didn't grab any books. "Wh-what does little brother want to read?"

I gave a shrug, "I don't know, just pick something. What about that book?"

As I said that, I offhandedly pointed at a book sitting on the desk barely in sight. Of course, that book hadn't been lying there earlier. I had dropped it there when I came in, but Hannah hadn't seen that.

"Ah, okay!" Hannah raced over and grabbed the book, immediately bringing it back, sitting next to me with a youthful exuberance that caused certain parts of me to stir excitedly.

Upon settling, she finally looked at the cover, a question mark floating over her head. "It appears to be a man and a woman, isn't that a weird pose?"

"Hmmm… strange, if it's a man and a woman… then wouldn't it be a romance story?"

"Romance!" Hannah squeaked, "What do you mean, romance?"

"Oh, one of those adult books that talk about men and women in love. Like how dad and mom were in love."

"L-l-love? Y-you mean like… seed giving?"

I raised an eyebrow in wonder again to a world where words like love immediately jumped the brain to cum and sex. "Well, romance stories are special, because they only depict one man and one woman. See, same man and woman on every page. It's an expression of love."

"Isn't there three on this page?" Hannah stopped me as I flipped rapidly through the pages of the book while keeping her from seeing the details.

"Ah! Nevermind that one, the point is, this is an adult book. While, I think it's a beautiful depiction of seed giving, I can understand if this is too adult for Hannah, so we can pick something else."

"Eh?" Hannah's cheeks reddened. "It's not too adult for me! I'm older than you brother! Plus, men mature slower than women, so I'm definitely much more mature."

"If you think you can handle it, then please read me a passage."

"Of course!" Hannah declared resolutely. "The title is 'The Book of Love'… when engaging in oral sex, make sure to properly use the tongue to flick the head of the cock. When the… when the… pre-cum… is released, sp-sp-spread it around with the tip of the… the… tongue to properly…"

"Hannah? Hannah!"

Hannah's voice slowly dimmed as she continued to read, her face growing flushed as she started to grow dizzy. At this point, I put my arm around her shoulder, and the girl was too caught up in what she was reading to even notice. The book I had selected, of course, appeared to be this worlds version of the Kama sutra. In a world where women might only experience sex once in their lives, books that educate sex like this were even more likely to be distributed.

"-to lubricate…the…shaft…"

"Hannah, I'm confused, is it talking about a penis."

"Eh?" The question seemed to shock Hannah out of her phase. "Ye-yeah…th-the… that… does it really look like that?"

Hannah's eyes seemed to be focused on a picture in the book. The picture was graphically stylized, but it ultimately displayed a woman on her knees in front of a man, sucking his cock. It probably wasn't explicit enough to shock anyone in my old world, but for the 14-year-old Hannah, it was decimating. I had this hypothesis before after scaring away the maid, but in this world without regular contact with men, the women here seemed to have no defenses towards men.

Besides their manner of dress being more provocative and less modest towards their primary sex traits, they also had no concept of seduction or being tricked for sexual gain. In a world where women chased after men, the women had no protection from being chased themselves.

In my old world, a woman would have her guard up around any man. She'd be suspicious, instantly calling him out on any sort of sexual aggression. Girls here seem completely unprepared for any kind of stimulation. A normal girl from my old world would have already shoved me off her and slammed the book closed. She might have even slapped me. However, Hannah was just flustered and lost, unable to deal with these surging hormones in her body.

As a result, my hand ended up on Hannah's knee while I cuddled close to her. We were both about the same size since I was two years younger, so I couldn't use my body to overwhelm her. Instead, I had to keep pushing the innocent act while I got more and more aggressive with the unprepared girl next to me.

"It sort of does, do you want to see it?" I answered her previous question playfully.

"Ah, that!" Hannah immediately stared at my shorts with wide eyes. "You mean, your… p-pe-penis… right… you have one…"

"Here, it's not like it bites." I grabbed one of Hannah's hands and put it to my penis, now half-erect in my shorts.

"Ah! Brother!" Hannah immediately pulled her hand away, however, her brain had already felt the hardness and warmth on her fingertips, and thus it became the only thing on her mind.

"Br-brother, let's put this book away. I think this is enough for today."

"Just a bit. Ooo… look, he's putting it in from behind!"

I turned the page, overriding Hannah's objections by distracting her. I was relieved to see a second later that the distraction worked, her eyes became focused on the picture. She stared at a picture of a woman on her knees with a man sticking it in from behind. She had such a look of wonderment on her face that I almost wanted to eat her up right there.

"D-doggie style, when a woman gets on all fours, and the man mounts her like a dog…" Hannah read, and then giggled with a blush. "I didn't know it could be done… from the back. Don't women lie down and the man get on top? Would the pe-penis even reach that far?"

"I wouldn't know unless I tried." I gave a nonchalant answer, meanwhile, she wasn't noticing that my hand was moving up and down her leg, even as her face grew flush and she was lightly panting, clearly sexually excited.

Her skirt was pushed up to the point where her whole leg was exposed to me, and my fingers were gently stroking up and down her leg while my other arm was still wrapped around her, holding he tightly against me.

"B-brother's lucky…" Hannah suddenly said as she turned to the next page, revealing a pogo stick position.

"Huh? Why is that?" I asked, my fingers moving into her inner thigh.

"Brother will… get to try all of these, right?" Hannah suddenly declared. "Since, so many women will want your seed, you'll have the opportunity to enjoy every position. If I'm lucky, I'll only get to lie with a man once in my life. I wonder which position it will be in…"

"You're forgetting something, Hannah." I responded. "This is about love. See, every picture has the same people."

This was because the drawings depicted a red-colored featureless female and a black-colored featureless male, but it was true that they looked the same in every picture.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Hannah turned to me, a suddenly I found her lips only a few inches from my own.

"It's only lucky if I get to be able to enjoy every position with one girl. That's why there are so many positions to enjoy, so that you can find someone you love and practice every one. It's meaningless if it isn't the same girl."

"B-b-brother… you're touching me…" my fingers had found their way on to the outside cloth of her panties, and were now slowly rubbing in concentric circles on top of the cloth, which was growing moist.

This was the first point where Hannah finally realized how close we are and where my hand is touching.

"Hannah, you're my sister. You'll always be my sister, right?"

"Ah… it feels… I feel hot, brother… s-stop touching." Hannah responded breathily.

"Do you love your little brother, Hannah?"

"Ah, ah, ah… please, brother. Don't…"

"Since we're forever, then wouldn't you be the one for me? I could enjoy every position in this book with you. Is that alright?"

"Hah… hah… hah… stop… I can't… Mmmm…" Hannah's flushed face was right in front of me, my hands moving faster and faster, her mouth slightly open, begging for a kiss.

Immediately, I dived in, taking Hannah's lips.

"Mm!" Hannah's eyes widened, but she could do nothing as my other hand held the back of her head.

My tongue immediately dived into her mouth, invading her as I tasted her saliva. My fingers were working over her panties fast, the material now completely wet. It'd be transparent if I looked. My fingers longed to break through her underwear and pierce inside her, but I was too caught up in the moment to remove my fingers even for a second to slide in from the side.

Hannah started pushing against me, finally pulling her lips from mine, a trail of saliva connecting out mouths. She immediately turned her head away, her breaths coming out in gasps, her face red and her expression confused. Her hand grabs at mine touching her sweet spot, and she tried to pull it away half-heartedly.

"Please, no, brother, it's too much. I'm going… I'm going… I can't… It's feels hot." Hannah started crying as she panted, but with my fingers as an out of control blaze on her pussy, I forcefully pulled her into a hug, preventing the hand grasping mine from pulling mine away.

Hannah could only desperately grasp my wrist as it rapidly moved up and down against the cloth of her panties.

"Ah, ah! AH!!!" Hannah's body spasmed against my own, her thighs finally tightened around my hand, as did the grip of her hand on my wrist.

Her head collapsed into the nap of my neck, her face red, her mouth gasping. She could only convulse a few more times against my body while I held her in my grip. Finally, I let go of her, pulling my hands away from her sweet spot, now emitting a lewd but sexy odor. After a few moments, I found myself staring into my lovely sister's beautiful blue eyes, both exposed for once, the hair that usually covered her right eye pushed back during the exchange.

Just then, she burst into tears. A moment later, she stood up, and then fled the room, unlocking the door and slamming it behind her as she left without a word. Like that, I was left in the library alone. My cock was rock hard, and the couch next to me still smelled like her sex. There was even a small little wet spot where she was sitting.

I let out a sigh. "Did I go too far again?"

I was told I was in a world that wanted my seed more than anything. That caused me to quickly want to enjoy such a world. However, my over eager older self was just much too aggressive. At this rate, I was only going to get into trouble. I didn't think Hannah would tattle on me. However, I couldn't keep doing this to myself either.

With all the promises this world had given me, I was expecting a pussy buffet. The fact I had only tasted one fifteen-year-old girl after twelve years of life didn't do anything to ease this expectation. I was ravenous to fuck, my expectations having driven my sexual desires too far. While smelling the scent of my sister's sex on my fingers, I realized that this wasn't even a problem I could solve with my hand. I needed to release my nut into a tight pussy. That was the only way. I couldn't wait to break down Hannah, and Madison was even in a worst.

My only options were to either rape one of my sisters, which is something I think I'd have trouble coming back from. I didn't know how this world treated rape, but even so, it was something I didn't want to do. Even what I just did to my sister left me feeling a little bad. Then, there was option number two.

"I guess it'd have to be that then, huh? Mom, it is."

Yes, my mother, who is willing to do anything for me. If this was a ero game, then mom would be the easiest route towards intercourse. I wasn't giving up on my sisters, but until I cooled down and blew a load, I was afraid I'd only scare them more. That left mom, a woman who had experienced a lot of sex with my father, and thus could be one of the few experienced women in this world. She was the only one who wouldn't become frightened by sexual aggression. I guess it was about time to see how far her motherly love truly went.

My chance with mom came two days later. Fortunately, Hannah had kept her mouth shut. In truth, I hadn't even seen her for two days. I managed to get out of one of the maids that she hasn't left her room. Part of me wants to go visit her, but with my hormones raging between a 12-year-old body and 35-year-old mind, I'm afraid I'll only push things farther, further exasperating the issues between me and my younger sister. At least until I have the clarity of blowing my nut inside of a woman to my satisfaction, I wouldn't be able to approach my sister again.

"Mother, do I have to be bathed by Agatha." I whined to mom when she told me it was time for a proper bath.

"Ah, I know it's usually Veris, but Veris threw out her back and isn't able to do it for a week or two."

I rolled my eyes. That was of course the excuse that Veris was giving to not work with me. Frankly, I could expect this kind of behavior from my little Hannah, but Veris is an adult woman. She shouldn't be acting so squeamish at the mere mention of sex. She could deliver a handjob with a straight face, but sticking my dick in her pussy is too much for her? I don't really get it.

"But… since Veris won't do it… can mommy do it?" I asked innocently.

"Ah? Me? You want your mother to wash you? Aren't you getting a little old for that?"

I kept my eyes sweet and innocent, but I desperately wanted to roll them again. I'm too old to have anyone wash me in the bath, but since you're insisting, I'd rather it be my cute mother instead of some old wrinkly hag.

"Mother… pleaaaase. I want you!" I insisted.

I wanted her alright, but if she knew what I wanted her for ahead of time, who knew how things would turn out. Instead, mom merely blushed and nodded. Of course, she didn't really what I was thinking, but even a mother was vulnerable to being wanted. So, as a result, we ended up in the bathtub. The maids had already prepared it steaming hot to the point that even without my plans, I looked forward to the bath. Mom joined me, wearing a delicate bathrobe. I had no clue what she had under the robe, but I was already excited just thinking about it.

"Alright, son, take of your clothing!" Mom ordered.

"Okay!" Of course, I made sure that I thought gross thoughts until my erection stopped before I got out of my clothing.

"Get in, honey, while the water is warm." Mom had rolled her robe sleeves up, and was holding a sponge in one hand and soap in the other, looking ready to attack my body with vigor.

I stopped just as I got to the bathtube and looked back as if an idea had just occurred to me. "Ah… mom, could you take the bath with me?"

"Eh? With? You want me to get in?"

"Yeah! Just like we used to do!"

Mom looked incredibly uncertain about this. She sat somewhere between flattered that her baby boy still wanted to be intimate with her, and worried that she might be spoiling him too much. She was aware about the handjob incident as well as the babysitter, so she knew I was sexually active. However, in the end, she was still my mother.

"Please, mom, I just feel warm when you hold me in the bathtub." I explained innocently.

"Ah… okay… if it's… just that." Mom finally relinquished.

Mom slowly began to remove her robe. She was wearing mismatched underwear, a black top and a white bottom. However, they were surprisingly sexy for a woman her age. It was clear to me mom was definitely still a woman who cared about her appearance and wanted to feel sexy. Well, she wore makeup and kept her hair done, so it was hard to deny she wanted to look good.

That said, as she started taking off her underwear, she noticed me watching her. "C-can you not stare at me like that?"

I cocked my head to the side with a questioning look, playing on my innocence to confuse Mom. Exactly why can't I look at my mother's naked body? She wouldn't be suggesting that I was looking at her impolitely, was she? Those were the kinds of thoughts I infused into my eyes, and it was mom who became embarrassed for being modest in front of her own child. She removed the bra and panties, and even though she turned herself to try to hide, I still got a peek of her nice ass, surprisingly pert and smooth for a woman her age. Her breasts were tight and perky, a pair of D-sized bags with perfectly pert nipples. They were exactly what I remembered. It was my time to turn so that mom didn't notice the erection starting to form.

Once mom straightened and tossed her panties aside, she turned to me with one hand covering her breasts and the other covering her groin. This was the absolute limit my mother could take. Revealing herself any more would truly cause damage to her heart.

"I'll get in first." Mom declared tightly, still feeling awkward, like what she was doing right now was in some way wrong, even if her brain couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She lowered herself into the bathtub, finally removing the hand from her crotch once it was submerged under water and hidden by the bubbles. She let out a sigh as she became immersed in the warm water. She hadn't had a bath in a while either, so even given the circumstance, she couldn't help but loosen as her body was immersed in heat. She still kept one hand over her breasts though, while gesturing for me to join her with the other.

It was far more erotic than mom probably realized. A naked woman in a tub, gesturing someone over with one hand while covering her big D breasts with the other, I quickly jumped into the tub. If I was slower, mom would certainly see my erection. She could only let out a cry of surprise as I splashed in front of her, my butt finding it's way between her legs. She pulled her hands out in surprise, trying to catch me. Thus, I immediately leaned back, and pressed against the soft pillows of her chest which she left bare. Mom could only make another noise of surprise as my naked skin immediately rubbed against her naked skin. However, she was already helpless to stop it, as I was already snuggled up against her.

She could do nothing but sigh, letting her hands back down and wrapping them around my body. I could keep her nipples, slightly erect, pressing against the top of my shoulders. The last time we did this, my head only went up to her nipples. I'd sit in the bath with her boobs almost resting on top of my head. Now, I was less than a head shorter than her. I was truly too old to be bathing with my mother.

After sorting herself out, mom finally got control of her flustered mind and went to work. Taking a nearby loofah, she put some soap on it and started to clean my shoulders. As she did that, I innocently dropped my arms, my hands grabbing on to my mother's legs. Mom froze for a second, the shock of being grabbed like that causing her heart to speed up. However, she recovered quickly, choosing to ignore my hands, even as they worked their way to her inner thighs. Kids were naturally fidgety, she figured, and this was just me not wanting to sit still.

Meanwhile, touching her soft thighs was invigorating. I kept thinking about the naked woman behind me, and my own self-control was slowly being whittled away by the soft warmth behind me, and those soft gentle hands rubbing against my skin. My hands continued to fidget their way down her thighs. They made their way higher and higher up her leg, and my cock became more and more engorged with lust, especially as her own hand started rubbing lower and lower, reaching the pubic area just above my cock.

"Eh…" Mom made a noise, and I realized my fingers had gotten too close to her own nether regions.

I panicked and pulled my fingers back a bit, but then I realized mom's noise of surprise was that her hand had found my pubic hair. Her fingers seemed entwined with my pubic hair, unmoving, as if she was savoring the feel. Perhaps she was thinking 'when did he become so mature', or perhaps the feel reminded her of her husband.

Freeing one arm, I grabbed her arm and pulled slightly. I couldn't wait anymore, pushing down mom's hand until it hit something long and hard. Her hand felt around it instinctively for a second until her hand gripped the shaft. This is when she finally came out of her stupor and realized what she was holding.

"Eh? Ah! B-baby! That…"

"I'm sorry, mom," I turned back. "It got hard again when mom was touching me."

Mom gave a wry smile. "Th-that's fine, honey, I'll go get a maid to take care of this right away."

Mom moved to try to stand, letting go of my member. However, she stopped when I grabbed her wrist tightly, preventing her from pulling it away. She looked down at me in shock.

"Mom, can't you just take care it?"

Mom's wry smile turned sickly. "Honey… that… it's not appropriate for your mother to…"

"Please, mom." I begged her, not letting her build her defenses up. "You're the one who made it this way, it has to be you who takes care of it."

"Ah? Me? Wh-why would you-"

"Mommy is just so warm and soft and beautiful." I pushed forward, not giving her time to think. "I get hard whenever I think of you. Doesn't mother need to take responsibility for this?"

When I said this, I use my hand to push hers back on to my shaft, wrapping it around the fingers. I then turned back to mom with pleading eyes.

"Honey…" Mom was at a loss of what to do, her hand didn't leave my shaft however.

After a looking at me for a moment, her eyes firmed and she started moving her hand up and down my shaft. My eyes closed and I pushed my face against mom's chest. She could only let out a breath, but she kept moving her hand. Unlike the inexperienced maid or my youngest sister, mom had enjoyed a great deal of sex with my father. She was one of the very few women in this world who had developed a technique and had enjoyed sex enough times to be familiar with what she was doing.

Thus, her hand movements were done with skill and experience, quickly pulling up and down on my cock until I was in sexual euphoria. However, I couldn't let things end here. I wasn't just looking for a quick tug. I wanted to be balls deep in a woman. I wanted to cum deep inside her. Mom could be said to be the only woman right now who met the criteria needed.

I opened my eyes and looked up at mom. She was watching my face like she had done when she was using the maid to get me off. It seemed like watching the erotic expressions on her partner's face during sex was a habit of my mother's. What mom didn't realize is that her own mouth was agape and she was panting slightly, clearly aroused by the pleasure she was giving me.

"I love you, mom." I said as her hand continued to work over my shaft.

"I-I love you too honey." Mom said, her voice almost sounding breathy.

It was clear that mom was trying to disconnect herself from the act. She was doing a job, a duty for her family. She was trying to hide her emotional feelings. In truth, her heart was racing and her mind was muddy. She was way out of her depth right now. However, she was the adult in the situation, so she could only show a stoich face and do what needed doing to make her child happy.

"I'm going to cum soon." I informed mom.

Mom's stoich face only twitched slightly, "Please cum, honey."

With that I suddenly pushed up, my lips taking moms. In the middle of talking, she hadn't expected a kiss, so when my tongue violated her mouth, her eyes could only widen in surprise. All of her stoicism shattered in a heartbeat. There was simply no way to separate herself from the situation as I thoroughly kissed her. Her emotions erupted, and the woman started to panic. She released my cock, pulling back, only to find within the bath and me on top there was nowhere to go.

I turned around in the bath, suddenly facing my mom. She raised her hands instinctually and pushed against my chest, trying to shove me away from her. Her rational was shattered, and she could barely even understand what was happening as I pushed myself down on top of my own mother.

I grabbed her wrists, and pulled them away. Mom struggled a bit, but her struggle was weakening. She was caught unsure what to do. On the one hand, this was wrong. She was kissing her own child romantically! They were in a bathtub naked! How had she let herself get to this point! She didn't want to hurt me either. She couldn't come up with a way out of the situation. If she fought, she could hurt the person she loves more than life itself. If she gave in, she could also end up hurting me.

Mom finally pulled her lips away from mine. "No! Clyburn! Stop! We can't do this."

"I love you mommy, I want to be inside you!"

"AH! No! Honey… please… don't. Stop. Stop!" Mom yelled stop, while trying to get her wrists from my grip.

However, mom had neglected her lower half under the water. Her legs were already spread around me. I was basically in the perfect position, between mom's legs, her butt pinned in the corner of the tube. With a thrust, my dick landed on her pussy, and then immediately slid inside. The both of us gasped as our sexual organs united. Mom hadn't felt a dick inside her in twelve years. This meant her pussy was very tight, and very receptive to my penetrations.

"Ah… it's inside… No… you're my son."

"It feels good, mommy." I kissed mom's cheek, and then began thrusting my hips.

"Baby… oh… we can't… ah… ah… ah… it's wrong…"

Mom's forehead was scrunched, but as my hips moved faster and faster, pumping inside her tight cunt, her mouth became slack and she couldn't help letting out little sexy noises. Like that, I was having sex with my mother. Trying my luck, I let go of her wrists. Mom looked at me pleadingly, but realizing I didn't plan to stop, she moved her hands to the sides of the tub, grabbing on as I pumped away. Meanwhile, my free hands attacked her breasts. Mom's body could only tremor as she looked away, unable to fathom what was going on.

He… he's bigger than his father! The realization struck mother like a ton of bricks.

She had always suspected, but only upon truly feeling it inside her, did she realize that you were a bit thicker and longer than the man she loved. However, he was gone now, and the only one she loved now was… me. That's right, she loved me. She loved me as much as she loved my father, more so! So, what if we had sex? Isn't that fine to do with someone you love?

In fact, of everyone in this world, the person who least wanted my seed, the person who was most trustworthy was mom. Doesn't it become her responsibility to teach me everything she knows about sex? Mom was the only woman alive who I could have sex with without any fear of wanting something from me. In reality, mom was the safest woman for me to sleep with!

Those kinds of justifications went through her mind, and soon mom grabbed my face which was buried in her wet chest and pulled it up to her face.

"I love you, honey!" Mom moaned, kissing me on the lips.

I didn't know the thought process mom went through to get to that point, but I was immensely happy when I felt her legs wrap around mine and her hips bend to give me a deeper penetration.

Soon, mom was holding me tightly as I plowed into her. The bathwater splashed in waves onto the floor as we violently fucked in the bathtub.

"Ah, Ah, I love you, baby, I love you!"

"Mommy, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum in mommy! Only mommy can have your cum!"

Of course, mom didn't want to get pregnant, but she was lost in the moment, and only concerned about her own sexual gratification. After twelve years, my cock felt incredible. She might be one of the few women alive who has had sex with a man for sexual gratification. Most women only saw it as a means of getting pregnant. Mom, who had a husband who slept with her reliably, had gained a taste for orgasms. It wasn't uncommon for women to use dildos or even each other in this world, but my mom had a specific taste for cock that few women developed.

When I finally exploded deep inside of mom, it wasn't the chance of getting pregnant that excited her, it was feel of my semen warming deep inside of her womb. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in forever, and even with bubbles and hot water being pushed up in there and the likelihood of being pregnant low, mom still exploded in an incredible orgasm, clinging tightly to me. There pair of us continued to kiss in what was left of the hot water, our hot bodies pressed against each other, my cock finally softening.

Upon finishing, I got out of the tub and the pair of us dressed quietly. Mom didn't say anything as she dried herself, even scooping out a few gobs of semen as she cleaned her pussy. She put back on her underwear, put on a robe, and left without a word. I frowned a bit, not quite sure where to go from here. I finished cleaning up and headed to my room. However, after my sexual encounter with my mom, I couldn't relax.

Was mom angry, happy, satisfied? Were there going to be consequences? I was left alone the rest of the day, and soon it was growing dark out. Still, I never heard a peep from mom. Upon asking one of the maids, they said that mom was staying in her room. Did I scare away another family member? Was I zero for three? No, I refused to believe that this mother of mine would reject me.

I finally got out of bed and headed down the hall towards mother's room. I knocked on the door. After there was no answer, I knocked again.

"What is it?" A voice asked, mom's voice.

Rather than respond, I pushed my way in. Mom was under her covers, but when she heard the door open, she pulled her covers off and looked up with a glare. However, when her eyes met mine, she immediately relaxed her expression, turning away with a blush.

"Clyburn… that… what did honey want?" Mom said with her eyes closed, her body shaking somewhat.

"It… uh, happened again. When I thought of before." I came up with an excuse, while pointing to my dick.

I wasn't erect, but it was impossible to tell in the dark. Mom let out a noise of surprise, sitting up in her bed.

"Again! Bu-but we just did it…"

I gave a blushing shrug. "Mother is best… and I'm young, hormones are going crazy and stuff like that."

It was an answer above my age, but mom was too flustered to be suspicion. "That is… true… then naturally, since I'm you mother…"

Her voice lowered until she was mumbling and I could barely here her.

"What are you saying, mommy?" I asked innocently.

Mom stiffened for a moment but then sighed as if she was giving up. "Very well, let mommy take care of it. Since things have progressed this far, I can't just pretend it didn't happen. However, this must be the last time!"

"Mommy?"

"Clyburn, what we do here, don't tell anyone. Not even the maids."

"Is what we're doing… bad?" I asked, teasing my poor mother.

"No!" I was taken aback by mom's ferocious answer. "Honey, you love me, right?"

"M-more than anything!"

My words were a bit of a lie here. The 35-year-old me merely saw her as a piece of ass. However, the 12-year-old had a bit of affection for her. With the combination of the two of me, the question on how I felt about her was a complex one. Still, I wanted to keep fucking her, so I was willing to keep playing the part.

"Then, trust you mother. I'll take care of it tonight. Tomorrow, I'll find you someone. We'll teach you everything about sex we can, and she… well… if I knew you'd develop so quickly, I wouldn't have fired that maid!"

I cocked my head, giving an innocent confused look. "Mother?"

"Just keep this a secret, just between us?" She begged.

"Understood!" I nearly saluted as she made that declaration, her taboo words tapping into my psyche and actually giving me a real erection now.

Mom relaxed at my serious response, finally calming down. She pulled her blanket off, revealing her favorite erotic nighty underneath. Patting between her legs, she gives me a reassuring smile.

"Then come up here honey, get on top of mommy and let's take care of your thing."

I happily jumped up. Even though mom said it was just this one last time, her resolve was quickly being whittled away one sexual encounter at a time. Before long, she would become my sexual playmate, and this would last for years to come

"You… bastard!" The loud shout occurred the very next morning.

Madison, my eldest sister, was blond and blue eyed, which I was told made her take up after my father more than my mother. Unlike my younger sister, who had a plump youthfulness, Madison was tall, taller than me at the moment by half a head. She had long, thin delicate arms and legs, and wiry frame that came off as more petite despite her height on me. Her hair was made up in a single large fishtail braid that ran down the back of her neck, nearly reaching her butt.

I was reading in the library, trying to enhance my knowledge of this world. My previous twelve years of life had left me somewhat dumb. Men in this world didn't need to know anything. If they could jizz, it was sufficient to succeed in life. For a person like me, that wouldn't do. Thankfully, I had all of my collective knowledge from my previous life, or I would have been a complete idiot when it came to things like mathematics or critical thinking. Even so, I knew virtually nothing about this world I was reborn in, and so before I was sent to the academy at the age of sixteen, I wanted to learn as much as I could so that I didn't have to feel stupid.

That's how Madison caught me reading a history book that should have been four to five years outside my age range. Fortunately, the girl was too angry to notice things like what book I was reading. Instead, she stormed around the couch until she was standing over me, glaring down. Her light skin with barely any tan flashing deeply red that even revealed a few freckles on her cheeks.

I slowly sat up in my couch, discarding the book. I noticed that there was someone else hiding partially behind the door. She wore an anxious look as she watched the pair of us with one eye, while the rest of her body was hidden in the shadows of the hallway. I immediately understood what this was about by one look at Hannah hiding nearby. Had they somehow found out about what I had done to mother last night, then I didn't think things would fit this particular arrangement.

Either way, I didn't think mom would be so willing to reveal such a shameful act. Being seduced by her twelve-year-old son would be impossible for a woman to admit. She likely blamed herself, and would keep secret about the situation. She certainly wouldn't talk to her daughters about it. Their relationship was already estranged as it were. If I could in the future, I should figure out a way to improve mom's relationship with my sisters. Perhaps, in time, all four of us could share a bed together.

"What does my beautiful sister want?" I asked.

"Y-" Madison's tirade was stopped as soon as she heard the word beautiful, but rather than making her happy, her look soured further and she gave me a hateful glare. "How dare you do what you did the Hannah, you bastard!"

"Huh? What did I do?" I gave an innocent reply.

"You… won't admit it?" My innocent looking face caused a moment of doubt to spread on Madison's expression, causing her to look up at Hannah.

When I glanced back at Hannah, she was shaking her head tearfully. It was clear that Hannah had not shared any particular details with Madison. Furthermore, this confrontation was pushed forward by Madison, not Hannah. As to how much Madison did know, I couldn't say for sure.

"I admit I kissed Hannah, but she's my adorable sister, so why shouldn't I kiss her?"

I downgraded my actions to a kiss. However, even so, Madison's eyes flashed with rage at my admission.

"So, you confess! How dare you touch Hannah? Don't you get what she's been through?"

"Eh? What has she been through? Did something happen?" I gave a questioning frown.

"Don't act stupid, you…" Madison became uncertain again upon seeing my very real confusion. "Mo-mother didn't tell you?"

"Why did something happen? Wait, did a guy touch you!" I immediately sat up straight and turned to Hannah, not totally stopping the fury from reaching my face.

The protective look I gave confused Madison fiercely. Hannah squeaked and hid farther behind the door. It took me a moment to realize those words came more from my past self. The idea of another man accosting Hannah in this world was as likely as being struck by lightning. I quickly schooled my features, turning back to Madison, whose violent anger had diminished to a low boil.

"I don't care what you know." Madison finally said. "Hannah is off-limits!"

"Ah… but I need Hannah?" I said innocently.

My words were so light that Madison couldn't figure out how to respond. Meanwhile, Hannah finally peeked out from the door, her eyes flashing with a weird light.

"Why… why do you need our sister?" Madison demanded with her arms folded under her chest.

"After my maid was dismissed, I don't have any other playmates close to my age. Mom didn't tell you?"

"Mom didn't tell us what?"

"Last week, I was… raped."

Madison's eyes widened, and the traces of anger on her face immediately lessoned as she took a step back, putting her hand to her mouth. Meanwhile, even Hannah took a single step into the room, her hand reaching out towards me as if she wanted to give comfort before pulling away and hiding behind the door again.

"Raped? Th-the maid?"

I merely nodded. "Mother said the maid wanted my seed to have a baby. She… got on top of me… and did… things. When mom caught her, she said since the woman had awakened my manhood, she needed to finish the job. Ever since, mom said if I'm feeling aroused, I need someone to take care of it! She says if I don't, my seed will be compromised. So, I grew confused, and when I saw Hannah there, I tried to do what mom told me. But then Hannah ran and I didn't even get to release. It didn't damage my seed, did it sister?"

As I spoke, my voice grew more petulant and tears started to fall from my eyes. By the time I asked the final question, I was already sobbing. Suddenly, guilt spread over Madison's face. Men were men, after all. They were delicate creatures, and you had to take care of them. Sperm count was very important, and if Hannah's circumstances had caused me to loose fertility or become impotent, there would be hell to pay.

My face fell into my hands as I cried, but it was only to cover the smirk on my lips. Even Hannah had stepped into the room, immense guilt on her face. Both girls were simply way too gullible! The men of this world might as well be unicorns for all the knowledge women had on them. I could say my penis will fall off in the next minute unless they bend over and take it, and they probably would! Still, I needed to keep my lies within reason, or they'd inevitably be caught. For example, mom never suggested I seek out my sisters to take care of it. Quite the opposite, she had told me to only touch my sisters with their expressed permission.

"I'm sorry to hear what happened. I know being a man is… difficult." Madison was starting to get over her shock, the anger reasserting itself. "However, it still absolutely can't be Hannah!"

"Ah, but all the maids are too old…" I muttered to myself thoughtfully, "Does that mean, the person I should find is Madison?"

Madison's eyes widened and once again she took a step back in surprise.

"Ah!" The voiced protest actually came from Hannah, who reach out to Madison before pulling back again, however, she didn't hide behind the door again, remaining near the couch to my right.

Upon hearing Hannah's protest, Madison looked at the flushed Hannah, then me, then Hannah again, before giving a resolute nod. "Mm… if you need to take care of things, then I'll do it!"

I nearly fell over when I heard those words. Could the sister who hates me really be a tsundere? I expected her to be the hardest nut to crack, but in a single moment I had gotten her to agree to take care of all my sexual needs? Of course, I also understood that talk was cheap.

"Sister… no. You don't have to, I will…" Hannah's voice started with strength before she suddenly blushed and looked down at her feet, one arm rubbing the other anxiously.

"If you're willing to take care of it, then shouldn't we get started?" I interject.

"Ah!" This time it was Madison who shouted. "What? Now? B-but… but… it's not hard."

Looking at my crotch out of the corner of her eyes, she pointed down deliberately and then straightened her back, as if the evidence she'd given was undeniable. Meanwhile, Hannah rubbed her hands together looking between the pair of us with an anxious look.

"True… not completely… but I need to know you can do it. If I come to you and you're not willing, won't that cause even more damage then? Thus, we need to practice now so there are no mistakes." I explained calmly.

"You…" Madison shivered slightly, her hands tightening against her sides, but after a moment she gave a deliberate nod. "Hannah, please leave for now."

The seriousness on her face quickly caused me to grow excited, however, my arousal was quickly dampered when Hannah stepped forward. "N-no… Madison. It's not right. I… I must…"

Hannah looked down before revealing what she must do, unable to channel more strength.

Madison gave her a sympathetic look, walking over to Hannah and giving her a hug. "I know, Hannah, it's fine. You don't have to force yourself. I'll never let anyone you don't want touch you again."

"Okay, what happened to Hannah? I want to know!" I demanded.

Madison shot me a hateful look, but when Hannah touched Madison's shoulder and gave her a confirming nod, Madison could only sigh.

"Mom must have hidden it from you, but a few years ago Hannah was… she was also… molested…"

I immediately stood up, fury painted on my face. Who the hell touched my sister? I would kill them. Madison seemed put off by the belated rage, while Hannah merely cowered behind Madison. After taking a deep breath and nodding for Madison to go on, she continued.

"It was one of those lipstick lesbians. Those manhaters who run around wearing fake male parts and taking joy in molesting women. It was at a movie theater. I was supposed to go with Hannah but didn't feel good so I stayed behind. Hannah really wanted to watch the movie so she went alone. Then… one of those creeps sat next to Hannah and started feeling her up. It was my fault, because I wasn't there my little sister was molested. Those lipstick bitches… I hate them!"

Hannah touched Madison's shoulder as if to say it wasn't her fault, while Madison's own shaking got even worse.

"Did… did this… erm… lipstick lesbian… stick that errr… fake male organ, in Hannah?" I asked, trying to grasp the level of the violation.

Madison turned her head. "No… but that was only because someone at school noticed her in the theater. A group of classmates saw her… and they also saw the lipstick bitch. Hannah managed to use the interruption to escape, but ever since, rumors at school call her a lipstick lesbian and she doesn't have any friends."

I winced at the words. They perhaps weren't as bad as I had feared, but also not great either. These girls were young, and the cruelty of other children knew no bound. My little sister had been suffering, and I hadn't even been aware of it. More than that, I seemed to exasperate the situation with my own presence. This must have just happened two years ago, which is why mom was so angry when I called Madison a lipstick lesbian back then. At the time, this crisis must have been fresh. Now, I had touched Hannah in ways that must have reminded her of back then, further upsetting her.

"I'm sorry…" I responded simply. "I didn't know."

Madison only sniffed. "Yeah, well now you do. Hannah, please go. I must take care of our brother properly."

"No…" I said before Hannah could make another protest, causing both girls to look at me in surprise.

"No?" Madison asked suspiciously.

"I take it back, I don't need Madison to take care of me." I declared.

Madison gave a sharp look before letting out a breath and nodding. "Good, I'm glad brother is seeing reas-"

"Because, Hannah will definitely be mine!" I declared, pointing at Hannah.

'Eh? Eh!" Hannah grew flustered as she stared at the finger pointing at her.

"Bastard! You have no shame!" Madison stepped between the two of us, her face flushed red with anger.

"What is shame? You're the one trying to keep Hannah from properly fulfilling her sisterly duties!"

"Can't you see that this stuff bothers Hannah? How can you be so insensitive?" Madison barked back.

"Yeah, bad stuff happened to Hannah, with a strange woman! I'm not a stranger nor a woman! Do you think that Hannah should just go her whole life afraid of touch? Should she never have a baby either?"

"That is something completely different! She already has problems at school, you want her to be known for sleeping with her brother?"

"At least no one would think she's a lesbian."

"Stop! Both of you!" The words weren't loud, but Hannah seemed to force them out of her with all the wind she had, causing her face to turn flushed as she gasped for breath.

The pair of us both turned over to Hannah in surprise. During the argument, the distance between us had closed, and while we were yelling, we were nearly in each other's faces. I didn't realize how close I as to Madison until Hannah had broken up our little argument.

"Hannah…" Madison looked over guiltily, knowing that she was overstepping herself. "Please, you need to tell brother off once and for all. Only-"

Hannah raised her hand, silencing Madison before she looked at the both of us, her brow furrowed in frustration. "Brother… is different than that women."

"Hannah!"

"I told you-"

"But!" Hannah's voice wasn't suited for being loud, and came off closer to hoarse. "But… brother must be patient with me. If he does, then Hannah will definitely take care of brother when he needs it!"

Madison's expression fell, and she looked slightly pouty after Hannah's determined resolution. As to what Hannah was thinking, I was not sure. Despite the sensitive situation, I had both sisters fighting over the right to satisfy me. As a brother, this naturally made me feel good. On top of that, my mother already agreed to satisfy my needs, so this was just extra gravy. Fortunately, the strained relationship between my mom and sisters would keep them from sharing details with each other. Was I being a little selfish? Possibly. But even if it blows up in my face, who'd ever blame a twelve-year-old for manipulating a bunch of older women?

Madison was angrier than I thought, because a second later she turned and stormed out of the room.

"Madison!" Hannah took a half step in Madison's direction, but Madison had already left.

Hannah lowered her head, her hands hugging herself while she wore an expression that was hard for me to read. I wasn't so vein as to think Madison was fighting for the right to sleep with me, but there was more to the story than I understood. Clearly, Madison saw herself as some kind of protector, and Hannah's assertion of independence had offended her. I could only give a shrug. Trying to figure out what women were thinking was hard enough in a world full of men. In this world, it was helpless even trying it.

"Hey… Hannah…" I said, looking at the girl left behind by her guardian sister.

"Ah!" Hannah gave a little shout turning to me and realizing we were once again alone together. "B-b-brother, what do you need? Ah! That… right… I did say…"

I turned my back on Hannah. "I was only testing Madison. Like I said, I'm not really horny right now."

That was a bit of a lie. Frankly, how close Madison got to starting to pleasure me had instantly aroused my interest. However, now that I knew Hannah's issues, I also didn't want to rush Hannah anymore. I had mother to take care of my other needs, so naturally, I could now afford to take my time with Hannah. In fact, I might stop by mom's room tonight and release some more tension. She had already agreed to be my tension relief once, so it shouldn't be difficult to push my mother down again. Perhaps, I'd take my time and enjoy her with a little more foreplay. I hadn't eaten pussy since my wife in college. After we married, she wasn't into it because she said it made her self-conscious.

While I was thinking about my next conquest, Hannah was trying to read the expressions on my face from the side. She had a worried look on her face, clearly deeply concerned about what I was going to do. I quickly schooled my face to hide any expression from her. I took a step towards Hannah. She jerked back, but after a second, returned, her eyes lowering as I came close to her. Her breath tightened and she started to unconsciously shiver. Even now, my dear 14-year-old sister was afraid of me.

I lifted my hand and patted her on the head. At first, Hannah jerked, but after a moment, her expression started to calm down. Finally, her eyes closed, and she even seemed to like my patting. I finally removed my hand and walked past her.

"Eh?" Hannah gave a surprised noise as she turned to follow me, now confused that I was leaving.

"What is it?" I asked, turning back and giving a gentle smile.

"Ah, it's just… about… that…" Hannah pressed her fingers together, finding herself unable to find the right words.

"Hannah, do you love me?" I asked.

Hannah's eyes widened as I spoke, but immediately she nodded. "Y-yes… of course… you're my little brother… so naturally… I l-l-love…"

Her voice drifted off before she could finish that, her entire face blushing as she looked down shyly.

"What was that?" I demanded.

"I… I… I… love… little brother…" Hannah blushed even more, but she barely managed to get the words out hoarsely.

I leaned forward and kissed the blushing girl on the forehead quickly before she could react. "Then, don't worry about it. We'll be together forever."

"F-forever?" Hannah seemed to be pondering the word like she didn't understand what it meant.

"Plus," I added as I walked away from her. "We'll have plenty of time to try every position in that book."

"Ah!" Hannah let out a cry, but I already turned the corner, not seeing as she grew flustered once again and blushed from embarrassment. I just couldn't stop myself from teasing her.

After a nice dinner of steak and potatoes, nothing was too good for me as my mother always said, I went off to my bedroom to read. However, the history book I picked up was exceptionally dull. As a result, I quickly found myself drifting off to sleep. Sometime later, I heard a knock on my door. However, I was too tired to get it, so I decided to ignore it. That's when I heard the door creek open.

I still wasn't completely awake yet, the noises seeming to come distant. It wasn't until I heard rustling and felt someone pushing down on the foot of my bed that my eyes finally flickered open. The dream I was having was a repetition of the previous night with mom, so of course my cock was sporting a nice erection, poking up in the sheets. However, when I opened my eyes, what I saw was not expected.

"Madison?"

Madison was kneeling on the foot of my bed, looking like she was in the process of crawling up to me. What was more shocking was that she was wearing a dress. It was a very simple spaghetti strap white dress. It was very clear in this particular lighting that two little nubs were poking through her dress, indicating she wasn't wearing a bra at all! Seeing me awake, Madison immediately crossed her arms , hiding her chest and looking away.

"Hmph! Don't get the wrong idea. I won't let you have Hannah. No matter what either of you think, I won't let it happen. If I take care of it myself before you can run to Hannah, then you won't be able to do anything about it!"

I considered I'd be stopping at mom's room before the end of the night. But with the flushed Madison standing there in a cute summer dress. It looked like I didn't have to.

My mind raced a mile a minute as I watched the nervous Madison fidgeting at the foot of my bed. Was this for real? I knew that Madison had some kind of hangup when it came to me and Hannah, but I never would have guessed that she'd take it to this extent. To think that she wanted to sacrifice her own purity just so that Hannah remained safe, it was not something I had expected at all.

"A-are you going to start then?" I asked with a pout.

It wasn't intentional, but I was still drowsy and my expression naturally took on a petulant attitude. Madison only gulped and gave a decisive nod. Her nervousness became my nervousness. I had already thrown myself at mom the previous night, and succeeded in conquering her pussy, but it felt a bit different with Madison. Part of it was because of the nature of our relationship. Mom loved me and spent all of her time with me. Meanwhile, my relationship with Madison was already awkward. Having sex with this sister of mine couldn't possibly make it less awkward.

"I will begin." Madison responded with determination.

Pulling back the covers, my cock was already erect and ready, poking up against the underwear. Madison looked at my cock wide-eyed, her cute expression causing it to twitch. She was clearly completely outside her element. She was only a year older than Hannah, so her knowledge about sex wasn't much beyond her sister. Suffice it to say that she didn't seem to know what she was doing.

This didn't stop Madison from trudging forward anyway. She pulled down my underwear, immediately freeing my penis from my tightie whities. She pulled them down the rest of the way, and I helped kick them off to the floor. I looked on excitedly, waiting for Madison to disrobe as well. However, it was clear in her expression that her heart just wasn't ready for that yet. Instead, with an awkward blush as she refused to meet my eyes, she reached out with her hand and gripped the shaft. Her warm, small digits wrapped round it tightly, but she didn't move her hand at all. Instead, she merely gripped on to it, trying to avoid looking at her hand.

She took a few breaths, and then to my surprise immediately turned and lowered her head down on it, taking my cock into her mouth. Feeling her sweet pouty lips wrap around the head of my cock felt too good, and I immediately let out a little moan. This moan startled Madison who pulled back in surprise. But after another breath, she closed her eyes and put it back in. Like that, she began to slowly suck on my cock.

Her fingers remained wrapped tightly on the shaft like she was afraid my cock might jump out of her fingers if she let it go. Meanwhile, her lips took in the head and about two inches of the shaft. She didn't shove it in deeply, or deep throat, let alone inhale my cock. Instead, she merely licked it, letting her lips massage the upper portion that she could actually reach. She sucked strongly like it was a lollipop, occasionally moving her head a little as she did so.

"MmM… gmmm.. mmmm…" As she worked, her throat made lewd sucking sounds.

I noticed that her hair was tied up so that it wouldn't fall down her face. Along with the summer dress, I instantly realized that Madison had come here from the beginning planning to give me a blowjob. She had prepared ahead of time. I could even see a glimmer of chapstick on her lips. The girl had prepared properly.

"Ah… it feels good, keep going Madison."

"Mmm… Mmm…" Madison cutely made a noise of affirmation, muffled by the location of her mouth against my cock.

I reached out and touched my beautiful sister's face as I watched her lick and suck lightly on my cock. She immediately moved her free hand and pushed my hands away. Her eyes glared at me, but she refused to break mouth contact with my cock. I couldn't help but sigh sadly. Madison wasn't doing this as any kind of intimacy. She merely wanted me to cum so that I would leave Hannah alone. To Madison, this was a mission to protect her sister, even if it tainted her own purity. She had absolutely no feelings for me whatsoever, not even the base love of siblings.

Still, as she rotated her head, moving her lips around my wettened cock, I couldn't stop myself from moaning and reaching out for her again. This time, my fingers ended up entwining in her tied up hair. She ignored my hands this time, instead focusing on sucking and moving her lips.

"Guuhh… Guuh… Guuu…." Her mouth made gulping sounds as she sucked the upper half of my cock aggressively.

Feeling like I wanted my cock further inside her, as I moaned again I pushed down on her head. The cock slide any extra inch, and I got to feel even more of my wonderful sister's sweet mouth. However, she immediately coughed, pulling away. At this point, she did slap my hands away angrily. Drool ran down her chin as she glared at me, a string of saliva connecting my shaft to her mouth. She was absolutely beautiful.

"Don't!" Madison only said that word.

She went back down, attacking my cock again with her mouth. Meanwhile, I felt a little sheepish at her glare. Furthermore, Madison wouldn't let me touch her anymore. Without becoming overly aggressive and forcing myself on Madison, I could do nothing else but lie back and enjoy her machinations. Although her hand didn't move at all and her technique got me with teeth quite a bit, Madison was trying her best to bring me to orgasm.

To have a cute teenager sucking on my cock, naturally, my excitement peaked, and I only held on for about ten minutes. I am a hormonally charged boy just about to reach his teens. My current sexual prowess as weak. My panting increased, and Madison's aggressive sucking seemed to be encouraged by the noises I made. Even though she felt little affection for me, the closer I got to orgasm, the quicker and fiercer she attacked my glands.

I decided not to tell Madison I was going to cum. I was afraid Madison would do something like force me to finish up in a towel or something. Of course, it is much more enjoyable to cum in my sister's adorable mouth. Although Madison's eye's widened in surprise when my swollen cock shot out the first string of jizz, to my shock, she quickly started to swallow it. Without parting her lips from the head, she continued to suck down every spurt of semen I delivered, sending it right down her gullet without a single ounce of hesitation. After about thirty seconds, I finally finished cumming, my panting reaching its culmination as I relaxed. Meanwhile, Madison sucked a little longer, making sure to lick up every drop.

I'd never met a girl as thorough as my big sister. Her entire personality aroused me greatly, but my young stamina didn't keep up with my hormones, and my cock fell flaccid despite my best efforts. I'm simply too young to be engaging in any major sexual escapades.

My sister finally broke her lips from my cock. Her lips were red and chapped, and she was breathing hard. The skin all around her lips had the reflective look of saliva, but other than that, she looked just as beautiful as ever. I reached out, instinctively wanting to embrace this cute sister who just sucked my cock to completion and swallowed it. Prostitutes and even my wife, the few blowjobs I ever got, demanded condoms. To actually cum in her mouth and to have her swallow, this was the first time for me. It actually made my heart beat a bit faster, and despite myself, I started to see my sister in a slightly new light.

However, when Madison immediately pulled away from me, avoiding my arms with a scowl, my affection slammed into reality. Madison had finished what she came to do, and now there was no more between us. For a second, a bit of me ached for my sister. I suddenly found myself longing for more of her. However, as she got up and wiped her face, she had an expression like she had nothing else to say.

I wanted to ask what she thought of the taste of my cum, but I realized that'd be inappropriate. I wanted to squeeze her small B sized boobs, but I knew I'd never get close. I wanted to hold her, but that wouldn't happen for a million years.

"Thank you." I finally got out, not able to come up with anything better to say.

Madison had thrown the towel away and was now straitening her dress with her back to me. "Leave Hannah alone. Come to me if you need anything and I'll take care of it from now on."

Madison didn't wait for me to respond, immediately darting from my room and closing the door with a small slam. I fell back in my bed, my soft cock dripping out a little bit of late cum Madison had seemed to miss, even though she had been so thorough to catch it all. Hormones were certainly a fucked up thing. One blowjob, and I was already starting to fall in love. Well, in this world, it wasn't so bad. It was a world where I could have my sister, so why wouldn't I?

Thinking about my cute Madison sucking on my cock, I started to grow excited again. I couldn't last long, but I could get horny again in a half hour. This was becoming frustrating already, and would only grow worse as I got older. I let out a sigh looking down at my member, now half erect. I supposed it would be too ridiculous to run after my sister and demand a second round. Frankly, I was pretty certain Madison had a very specific limit, and wouldn't tolerate anything beyond it. In this case, she'd suck my cock on her time, but not on my time.

Thus, I did what I had planned to do anyway. I went to my mom's room, knocking on her door. My mom had remained low since last night. As to how she coped with the knowledge she slept with her son, I'm not really sure. I knocked again when there wasn't an answer. This time, I heard a muffled voice from beyond the door.

"Go away… you can clean up tomorrow." The voice came.

This time, I just pushed my way into mom's room. Mom immediately looked up from her bed when the door opened. As soon as her eyes met mine, she went white. Clearly, the memory of last night was very fresh in her mind. She had been lying on the bed with her legs spread open. When I walked in, she immediately crossed them and pulled a blanket up, hiding her body from my sight. My sexy mother, who had never once covered her modesty around me, was now hiding her body with a blush. I frowned at the development, not pleased that mother was trying to put up defenses.

"Honey, wh-what are you doing here?" mom asked nervously, suddenly unable to meet my eyes.

"I heard about what happened to Hannah… two years ago." I blurted out.

It wasn't really what I wanted to say. I wanted to say, "bend over and spread em'", but I knew that wouldn't go well with mom. Instead, I gave myself a reason to push into her room. More than that, I distracted her from the expectation. She was defending against a sexual assault, so I side blinded her with this nugget of truth to cause her to drop her defenses. Better than that, if I played my cards right, this could be a source of guilt for mom. Once she felt guilty, I could further push her into becoming my permanent fuck buddy. That was the ultimate goal, after all.

"Oh… honey… that…" Mom also remembered that two years ago she had spanked me, which was something that made her feel bad, as she was not one to hit her child normally.

At the time, I had retaliated by not speaking to mom for a week. It was something that had hurt her heart immensely. She had always felt her heart being torn between her daughters and her son. She tried to defend Madison's honor, but had only served to drive a wedge between her son and daughters. She had even feared that I might not help her daughters find a man to impregnate them given the current attitude between us.

"Do… lesbians really hate men?" I asked.

Mom sighed, her motherly instincts kicking in and obliterating her built defenses. She gestured for me to join her in bed. I ran up and sat next to her while she looked in my eyes with a comforting appearance.

"All animals are built for sex." Mom responded gently. "It's just the unfortunate bane of humans that we make so few men. It's not surprising with so few men and so many women, that women want to try sex with another, even when a man isn't available."

"Mom too?" I asked mischievously.

"Ah!" Mom blushed, turning away. "In Academy… before your father, perhaps… But the point is, liking and sleeping with women doesn't say anything to their feelings about men. Most women find themselves able to enjoy both sexes equally, although men always hold a special place in women's hearts for their capacity to make seed.

"However, there are a few women, like those lipstick lesbians, who speak blasphemy. They believe the world doesn't need men. They want men to be treated like cattle, milked for their seed and distributed among the women freely without their input. This goes against everything we're taught! They claim that the holy scriptures are false, or even worse, that the holy scriptures were written by men as a deliberate attempt to subjugate women!

"A lot of them are criminals, exchanging black market seed. They spread propaganda and lies, kidnap men, blackmail, and spread hate. They prey on young women, trying to convince them to hate men and worship their own bodies. They're just being selfish and conceited!" Mom became more impassioned as she spoke. "It just isn't right! These women would reject any man, just because of his sex!"

"I don't want to be rejected…" I said worriedly.

"Oh, baby, you don't have to worry… you're fine." Mom patted me gently.

"M-mom… you'll never reject me, right?" I asked with my head lowered, hiding the glint in my eye.

"No, honey, never, I'd never reject you! I'm your mother, after all."

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too, baby."

I lifted up my head, and before mom could react, I once again took her lips. The suddenness of my kiss caused her mind to flail, and in that moment I sent my tongue into her mouth, savoring mother's taste aggressively.

"Mmmm…mmmm.. mmaaa…" Mom wanted to say something, but as my tongue explored her mouth, her shoulders soon slouched and she gave in to my kisses.

My hands then found their way to her chest. Once again, her eyes widened and she let out an alarmed moan, but with my lips planted on her lips, and her bold statement of never rejecting me fresh in her mind, I had once again pushed her into a corner just as overwhelming as the bathtube. I finally broke my lips away from hers after kissing for some time. Mom was gasping for breath, a blush on her face. Unlike my sisters though, her eyes were locked on me without any shyness, waiting for what she knew would come next.

"Mom, can we do what we did last night? I want to be inside you."

Mom let out a long breath. Even though she had expected it, that didn't mean she knew how to handle it. However, she couldn't say 'no'. That would be rejecting me. Whether she realized the trap was done on purpose or not was questionable, but she was trapped. Mom could only give a nod. The previous night, she had promised to teach me everything she knew. This was said in the heat of the moment, and once her head cooled after a night of sleep she had regretted it in an instant.

She could always find me a new playmate to hire that is my own age. Demanding my attention for herself wasn't just morally wrong, it was selfish. She knew she couldn't have me all to herself, although there was a scary part of her she realized wanted exactly this. She wanted me all to herself. Just like my father, to have a man to personally follow and satisfy her, it was desire that no other woman but my mother would dare have.

Finally, she gave a slow nod, opening her legs for me as she pulled me on top of her. Last night had been a mistake. Mom had spent the entire day mentally preparing herself to correct that mistake at all cost. She had been waiting for me to invade her room, ready to let me down softly. However, when I striked from a position she hadn't anticipated, I had destroyed her defenses and pushed her to this state. The dark side of mom that wanted to monopolize me as her lover, it took over.

Mom brought my mouth to hers, and she started to rip off my clothing. Since I was supposed to be an experienced child, it was mom who led the way this time. Little by little, her apprehension withered away, and the promise she made the night before, that she would personally lead my sexual education with her own body, started to become ingrained into her mind. Why risk finding another woman who might betray us, when mom was right here to guide me through my sexual puberty? Her mind was filled with these attempts to logically excuse her actions. As I slid inside her warm, wet pussy, my hips rocking against her hips, we fell into each other's embrace, making love deep into the night. Mom showed me many things.

"Guh! It tastes weird again." Madison muttered after spitting my cock out of her mouth, working the weird taste in her throat.

"It must be my new bathsalts." I panted. "It doesn't… taste bad, does it?"

"Mm… No… just salty… and something else…" Madison shook her head very lightly before wrapping her lips on my cock once again.

It had been a month since Madison first visited my bedroom. True to her word, every night she snuck into my bedroom and sucked me off before bed. As the procedure turned into routine, she had even opened up slightly. The rules seemed to hold for the most part, but on this particularly night, my hands were up her shirt where they fondled her pert breasts. They were only a size B, but they were magnificent little things with tiny little nubs that were surprisingly sensitive. As I squeezed them, I could feel Madison moaning around my cock. Her face was flushed, and it was clear she was much more aroused than she usually was during our encounters.

As for the taste that Madison complained about, of course, earlier that day I had creampied mother. Her wet juices had dried on my cock, and I didn't bother to clean up. So, when Madison came for me at night, she naturally got a mouthful of mother's spunk. It further excited me imagining my unsuspecting sister tasting her mother's pussy unintentionally. Of course, this had happened a few times now, and Madison was growing suspicious. So, I had to come up with something about changing the bathsalts in my baths.

Madison had bought the bluff, and thus my day often included molesting my mother, and then letting my sister clean it all up. I was steadily opening mom up to the possibility of anal too. She had never been pressured into it by dad, but she was definitely curious about it. I wondered what expression Madison would make when she tasted Mom's ass on my cock! She'd definitely need to clean it all up thoroughly!

"Ah, shit, I'm cumming!"

I had let my own excitement grow, and ended up blowing my load in only five minutes. Over the course of the month, Madison had improved her blowjob form massively, but even so this was an embarrassment. It wasn't all my fault though. By touching her boobs, Madison had grown hornier and more aggressive as well. Her mouth had gotten used to the feel of my cock, and she could incorporate more into her mouth. Now, she could bring in about five inches before she started to gag. Furthermore, she finally figured out how to use her hand, stroking it up and down the shaft whenever she took a breath to keep up the stimulation. She had also grown bolder, and didn't freeze or slip every time I moved or made a noise.

After swallowing everything down like always, Madison removed her lips. "Don't swear!"

It was a little silly to be reprimanded by my sister while she sucks me off, but whether she realized it or not, this intimate contact, no matter how much she mentally distanced herself from the act, had slowly brought us together. She was treating me more like a little brother now than she ever had before we started engaging in regular nightly activities. She was even talking to me now, although most of the time it was to chastise me for something she didn't like.

"Yes, my lovely sister." I responded.

Madison stood up and wiped her mouth off, only muttering a noise of affirmation. "Mm."

However, Madison's face was still very flushed, and I could see that she was very aroused. A part of me considered pushing her down right now. I eventually planned to have her, but I wasn't sure if doing it now would be a mistake. Perhaps, I should push her just a little.

"Sis-"

"Tomorrow, I won't be able to come. I'm registering for the Academy, so I'll be gone all day. Don't touch Hannah or… or… or… " Madison's face reddened until she could no longer meet my eyes. "Or, I won't do that anymore."

As for Hannah, I did as Madison commanded and kept my distance. Interestingly enough, it was Hannah who started following me around the house. She never got close, or Madison would have been angrier, but I often made visits in the library, and I'd notice Hannah peaking in from a crack in the door. I'd also noticed when Madison caught her and yelled at her to leave me alone. Unlike like me, Madison had nothing to offer Hannah to get her to behave though.

"Not tomorrow?" I said in a slightly whiny voice. "But tomorrow is my birthday."

"I know!" Madison's expression darkened. "That's why I let you… touch… m… nevermind!"

Madison turned away with a huff. She had let me touch her boobs, but she hadn't expected it to feel so good. A month of sucking my cock had turned a gross act into something sexually stimulating, and added with my fondling, and Madison was going crazy. She didn't know if she could contain herself if she stayed too much longer. Thus, she fled the room quickly.

I chuckled to myself as I went off to sleep. I had no intention of leaving Hannah alone tomorrow. With Madison gone, I had an ample opportunity to see just what my dear youngest sister is so curious about.

Come morning, I received my breakfast tray at the door as always. It was almost like I was living in a ritzy hotel. Well, our family was to the point that we'd never do anything like eat together in a dining room, so it was more comfortable anyway to eat in my room. Once I was done, I went looking for mom. If I was going to put the moves on Hannah, I wanted a clear head without the baby batter coming in to things. My teenage hormones truly were difficult to deal with.

Mom wasn't in her room. Upon pulling over a maid, I was surprised when she said mom was in the kitchen. My mother never did the cooking. In fact, I wasn't even sure my mother could cook. I immediately raced off to the kitchen. When I peeked my head in, I found my mom working at the table with an apron on. I was only a little disappointed that the apron was over clothing. If mom was doing a naked apron thing right now, I'd have jumped her instantly.

Mom finally noticed I was peaking in. "Ah! Honey! Don't look!"

She covered what she was working on, which only caused me to frown slightly. She had a little bit of white powder on her pink apron, and she looked really cute. Instantly, my urge to tease my mother rose.

"Eh? What is it?" I asked curiously, pushing into the kitchen forcefully.

"Baby… I… I'm making you a birthday cake. Can't you be good and wait for the surprise!" Mom responded tearfully, a look that showed she truly was putting all she had into making something nice for me.

Suddenly, I felt bad for pushing my way in. However, I couldn't really see what she was working on, so I'd still be surprised. However, as she approached me, I noticed some frosting on her nose. Just as she made it in reach, I went to my tippy-toes and licked the frosting off!

"Ah! You naughty boy…" Mom gives me a flirtatious look completely inappropriate for a mother to give a son.

"It's my birthday… can we…"

While mom tried to push me out of the kitchen, I gave her a begging look. For mom's part, she looked genuinely tempted. After our affair had gone on for over a month, any reservations she had towards having sex with her son had disappeared. She was slowly becoming bolder and bolder, even approaching me on occasion when she got horny enough. The sex drive of a MILF who hadn't enjoyed sex in thirteen years exploded, and mom could be quite lewd and demanding at times.

"Oh… honey, I really want to, but it'll have to be later…"

I gave mom the puppy-dog eyes, the next lineup in looks I had developed to tease my family. While it occasionally worked on Madison, it was super effective on mom. She looked back at the kitchen, then at me, her lips pursed as she considered her options.

"Please… I'm hard now."

"Ah… sweetie… fine… but it'll just be a blowjob for now, okay?" Mom couldn't resist my pleading.

"Okay…" I gave a disappointed look. "But only if mom does whatever I want later!"

"AH?" Mom gave a blush, but then calmed down. "D-deal…"

She pulled me to the side, looking around to make sure we had privacy as she got down on her knees right there in the kitchen. Likely, she had thoughts like 'He's just a kid, how perverse a thing could he really come up with?'. If mom knew I was looking to pop her butt cherry, she'd probably not have agreed so quickly. Some of what I learned in this world is that anal was not common. Women only wanted to have sex to have babies, so while anal was known, it was a fringe act, put on the outskirts of sexually activity, and usually attributed to lipstick lesbians and deviants.

Mom freed my pecker from its drawers, and looked at it admiringly for a moment. "My, it's getting bigger I think. I can't believe you're only thirteen."

Those words made me exceptionally happy, which caused it to twitch in mom's hands. Mom took that as permission to start, and opened her mouth with an 'ah' before engulfing my dick. Mom was way better at this kind of thing than Madison. Even after a month of daily blowjobs, mom was still the dick sucking pro! She had just the right pressure on her fingers, her tongue, and her lips, to drive the maximum stimulation from my glands.

She worked sloppily and noisily, taking all six inches and sucking it down to the root. She didn't seem to have too much of a gag reflex, and never hesitated to deepthroat it when she could. Why mom was so good sexually likely had to do with her own insecurities with dad. Since he chose to be in a monogamous relationship with her when no one would fault him for spreading his seed, she practiced relentlessly to do things no other woman could do. Countless hours were likely spent deepthroating a dildo until she could do it proper.

"Mmm… mmmm… slll… slurp…" Mom made moaning and humming noises as she sucked away happily, almost oblivious to the world around her.

I wondered if a maid lady did walk in, if mom would even realize it at this moment. That's how focused she was on satisfying my cock. She was truly a pro. She was also quite loud. Any maid passing by in the hallway would easily be able to hear the slurping noises. It was mind boggling that they we weren't caught yet. In fact, it was likely we had been seen by some of the maids, but as family loyalists, they chose to look the other way.

All of mom's experience was released on my cock, and naturally I couldn't last all that long. Within five minutes, I was blowing my load into her mouth. Mom gulped it down hungrily. When my cock finally started to soften, she let it fall from her lips and stood up, wiping her lips with her fingers. She looked over at me with a smile, a naughty light in her eyes. She was very turned on right now, and if she didn't have my cake to finish, it was likely that she would push me down right here on the kitchen floor.

Instead, mom resisted her feminine urges, turning to the side and grabbing something from a nearby counter. She handed me the item.

"Here, honey, it's a birthday gift."

"Ah?" I was a little surprised.

This world didn't celebrate birthdays as over the top as my world. While cake was the norm, parties and presents were not. That's why I pushed so much to get sexual favors from mom, because it was unlikely I'd see anything else in the way of presents. This was also the same reason Madison didn't feel the need to celebrate my birthday here. When a family unit usually consisted of a woman and her single child, birthdays just didn't seem as meaningful.

"It's customary to give it out on your thirteenth birthday." Mom said encouragingly. "Open it."

I opened the present revealing some thick book, and immediately had to fake a smile. "Ah, thanks mom!"

Mom chuckled. "It's the holy scriptures. Every man should read it once in their lives. I don't believe we have a copy in the library, so this is for you. Why don't you run off to the library and try reading, you may like it. When I finish the cake, we can have some. Afterwards… maybe you can have… me?"

Mom gave a flirtatious look while lifting the bottom of her apron. I rolled my eyes, feeling for a moment like a teenage boy embarrassed by his silly mother.

"That apron thing only works if you're not wearing anything underneath." I explained.

Mom dropped the apron and gave a frown. I picked up the book, waved it with a thanks, and then headed for the library. Just as I hit the door, I heard mom muttering to herself.

"Maybe next year, I should bake the cake naked… I wonder if he'd like that."

He would! However, I decided not to say anything as I left. I made my way to the library and immediately opened up the book. The holy scriptures weren't written like the bible. In this world, there was only English, and English had somehow remained unchanged in thousands upon thousands of years. Therefore, the book read more like a modern English history book. However, it was surprisingly saucy. This world's religion and history seemed to be one, and that one thing this history spoke of was a history of sex and violence. Soon, I was wrapped up in the narrative the book told.

In the beginning, the world was in chaos. The great demon god reigned supreme, and the world of man desperately fought against the demons, who raped and murdered the women of this world. This is where the story seemed to offer two paths. Some believe that it was men who were the demons who raped and harassed women, particularly lipstick lesbians. Most believed the story offered in this book, that the men were guardians who protected the women.

Then the demons began some sort of great purge, intending to wipe out all humans as a sacrifice to their demon god. At this point, the Great God descended on the world, and flooded it with the waters of life. Who this great God was? The story was vague. The closest thing to an identity was a single line, 'I am You'. I had no clue what that means. Perhaps it's some silly crap about how god really resides in all of us.

Whoever he was, he seemed to come as fast as he left. However, the result of his touch on this world released a massive tsunami. These waters destroyed all demons and exorcised the demon god from this world. Unfortunately, they destroyed all men as well. This resulted in an age known as the age of peace. Although monsters still roamed the world, humanity steadily gained a foothold. Without men, all births occurred as a result of baptisms, where women were blessed with the waters of life.

What the hell do they think the 'waters of life' are, is that spooge? I thought disdainfully

Over time, the reign of humans started to become threatened. A new enemy, the creature called the demon lord appeared, and while demons were a thing of the past, they created demihumans by magically blending monster and human blood. In the absence of any real demons, demihumans and tamed monsters formed the demonlord army.

So, magic does exist in this world, as well as demihumans?

The Holy Scriptures seemed to support this. However, the bible also spoke about miracles and unicorns, so whether magic and demihumans existed in modern times, I didn't really know. Either way, the demolord's army began to invade humanity, attempting to conquer the world and end the reign of woman. On top of that, humanity had passed its peak. The waters of life had dried out, and new babies were becoming rarer and rarer.

That was when the Great God sent his only son. Some say he was born from the last drop of the water of life. Some say he was born from a virgin womb. Some say he was dropped down by Heaven itself. The only thing that was certain was that a man was born in a world made up only of women. The Scripture saays he spent the first 17 years of life cross dressing as a woman. However, as the demon lord threat grew, he finally revealed himself to the world. He gathered 12 apostles, the Twelve Greats. They were beautiful and powerful women, all of them, and he used them to defeat the armies of monsters.

Upon invading the castle, he found that the demon lord was actually a woman, who had grown angry and spiteful from a life without men. The man sacrificed himself, giving his seed to the demon lord. It was she who would bare his first child. The books acted like this was a great sacrifice… but didn't he just fuck a cute goth chick? Anyway, after that, he impregnated his twelve apostles. Six of them had boys, while the other six had girls. Thus, men had been reintroduced into the world of women.

The six boys grew to become the six pillars of the world. Meanwhile, their father continued to venture this planet known as Gaia, seeding the world wherever he went. It was when the last male child her bore was just reaching age six when the man was betrayed.

One of his loyal apostles, Juda, had grown jealous of her child's father constantly sleeping around with other women, and further angry that she herself had only produced a female child. Thus, she plotted with the Queen of a nearby nation, who wished to capture him and use him as a seed carrier. If she controlled his seed, she controlled all future population growth. In essence, she'd rule the world.

She succeeded in capturing the man and his six sons, despite the protests of his followers. Soon, she created a baby making factory, milking the man for all his semen, while keeping the six sons until they finished maturity. It was the queen herself who took his seed first to create an heir to her throne. Her plan worked well, and soon she sold semen at exorbitant prices, while only she and the women she selected were allowed to enjoy the flesh of the man and his elder sons.

Her reign lasted ten years, and in those ten years, nearly one million male babies had been born from his seed. Then, the son of God died. His death was mysterious and sudden. Some believe he was sucked dry. Others believe he killed himself. A few believe he escaped and lives to this day. What is certain is that his disappearance was accompanied by the plague. It wiped out every living male except the six pillars, including the queen's own heir. After the plague came a period of turmoil spread across the helpless world.

With her domain recoiling from her loss of control and power, the desperate Queen slept with each of the six pillars, starting with the oldest, who was twenty-two at the time. However, each pregnancy turned out to be a female baby. She killed each pillar in turn when he failed to make a male heir for her. It was finally down to the youngest pillar, Somala, who was only sixteen years of age when the woman claimed his seed.

It was the final pillar who succeeded and impregnated her with a boy. Finally having the heir she wanted, the queen died in childbirth. With her death, the last pillar was released as her empire crumbled around her. His son was the future heir of the fallen throne. Father and son united and created the modern edict, as well as these Holy Scriptures as a guide for the future.

This explained why sixteen was considered the age of consent as well as why they felt men needed to give their seed early and frequently or they'd lose fertility. The tragic story of the fallen queen also explained why men would always have the power to choose who received their seed. The pillar had many children before he died, both male and female. However, his first son, and all children who followed, only had one male child for every 1000 born. This is what began the modern age.

The story continued after this, starting to talk about the King, the last pillar's son, and what he did. However, a noise interrupted me from the book and I had no choice but to look up. Immediately, a naughty look shrouded my face. The person who popped by was exactly the person I wanted to see. When she realized I noticed her, Hannah immediately made a squeak and hid behind the door. However, she didn't run away, so I still had to opportunity to spend some quality time with my little sister. I had no intention of leaving it at this!

"Hey, Hannah!" I beckoned Hannah into the library.

Hannah made a cute squeak, but otherwise, with her head lowered, stepped into the room without question like a loyal sister. She was trying her hardest to not meet my eyes. However, as she came closer, her face grew more flushed and her breathing became more rugged. Her heart also seemed to be beating faster. The girl reacted simply to my presence, and I hadn't even done anything yet!

"Y-y-yes, b-b-brother?" Hannah asked nervously.

"Ah, you know Madison is out today, right?" I said nonchalantly.

Hannah's breath stopped for a second, and then she nodded. "I-I know…"

"You know Hannah, I've noticed you watching me lately. But you never come over to chat?" I said this in a pouty voice.

"T-th-that's because of Madison!" Hannah responded tearfully, finally looking up with a cute pouty look.

"So, it's a good thing Madison isn't here today?"

"A-ah!" Hannah looked to the door like she wanted to escape, but in the end her feet didn't move at all. "Th-that's true…"

Hannah looked back down, frozen like a little lamb. I wanted to eat her right up, but I had to be patient. One step at a time, or I would cause this lamb to scamper away. Worse case, I would upset the tiger that was Madison, and have even greater complications.

"You know it's my birthday, Hannah. Aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday?"

"Ah! H-happy birthday, brother…" Hannah responded uncertainty.

"Are you going to have cake with mom and me?" I asked.

"I can?" This caused Hannah's eyes to open excitedly.

My memories told me that in previous years the cake's mom bought were usually shared between me and her alone. Mom had never baked me a cake before, so I didn't know why this year was different. Anyway, being young and spoiled, I naturally didn't want to share a cake with my sisters. Since there was no official celebration, my birthdays usually consisted of me eating cake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a few days after until I got a bellyache. On the other hand, whenever my sister's birthdays came, mom always made sure I got a slice of their significantly smaller cake. The discrepancy there was clear to see.

However, I had the mental age much older than the teenager I was now. I was more interested in a different kind of sweet. One of those sweets was right in front of me right now, and my teeth nearly ached just looking at it.

"Mm!" I gave a nod. "I'd be happiest if I could enjoy my birthday with everybody!"

Hannah could only look away while blushing, but she had a gorgeous smile on her face that told me that this was something that meant a lot to her. However, while I had been speaking to her, I had also been nudging closer to her. I was now only a step away from her. When she finally looked back up, she gasped realizing I was so close. However, before she could take a step back, I reached out a grabbed her hand, pulling Hannah over to me.

"Hannah, since it's my birthday, will you be giving me my birthday present?"

"P-p-present?" Hannah looked like she wanted to pull away, but with me holding her hand and speaking of my Birthday, she just couldn't bring herself to.

"Did you really not give me a present?" I asked, my voice turning disappointed. "From Hannah, I had been looking forward to it the most!"

Of course, presents were exceptionally rare on birthdays, so Hannah only grew more confused as I pressed her. She became extremely flustered over the sad expression I put on my face. Watching her grow worried and scared over my displeasure excited me greatly. Hannah was simply too much fun to tease. This month since Madison had been blocking us, I had truly been missing out. Well, nightly BJs were fun as well, so it was really a tradeoff.

"B-brother! I'm sorry. I didn't!" Hannah responded tearfully, "If my brother wants a birthday present, I-I'll go out… I have a little saved…"

Hannah started turning to try to leave, but I still wouldn't let go. As soon as she tried to tug her wrist I pulled on her.

"Ah!" Hannah made a surprised cry as I pulled her over to me, spinning her so she was away from the door and her escape, her back now the to the bookshelf.

My hand grabbed her waist, and I pulled Hannah closer to me. Just a little closer, and her breasts would be pressing against my chest in a very unsisterly manner. The girl herself grew flustered and her face turned pink. I could feel her heart beating wildly out of control as she didn't understand what was happening and couldn't think properly.

"Then, since Hannah has no present, then doesn't that mean Hannah has to give me a birthday kiss?" I asked innocently.

"A k-k-kiss?" Hannah grew even more flustered in my grip, not even trying to escape.

The idea of a birthday kiss was completely made up, but I said it with such conviction that Hannah herself didn't even doubt it. In some ways, giving someone a kiss on their birthday makes sense, so Hannah was quickly coming to the conclusion that no matter how embarrassing this was, a kiss was proper for the situation.

"Well?" I asked with a grin, one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand, Hannah completely under my oppression.

"I-if it's what brother wants… then…" Hannah didn't bat around any longer, closing her eyes and smooching her lips in what would be a very innocent kiss.

Even then, her breathing was rugged and her body shook with nervousness. Although I had taken Hannah's lips once already, this time she was offering them willingly for me. Letting go of her hand, I put mine on the back of her neck.

"Mm!" Hannah let out a surprised noise, but I didn't give her time to pull back as I kissed her.

Rather than accept the peck she offered, my lips pushed against hers tightly. My tongue went on the offensive and invaded her mouth. Since this wasn't the first time I had done this to her, Hannah was more prepared.

"Mmm… Mnnn…. Nnnn…" Hannah moaned, actually accepting my tongue this time.

Since this was the kiss brother wanted, Hannah had too little knowledge to anything but follow accordingly. Especially as her heart beat faster and her toes started to tingle. There was a bubbly burts of excitement coursing through Hannah as my tongue explored her mouth. My other arm also tightened, bringing her body against mine. Soon, her hands fell on to my sides with no other place to go, and Hannah could only cling to my hips while I continued to taste her honey lips.

As I kissed Hannah, I pushed her as well, and soon we ended up bumping right into the bookshelf.

"MMnnn!" Hannah let out a cry of surprise as she no longer could pull away from me.

My body pressed up against hers, trapping her between myself and bookcase. By this point, I was rock hard, and I knew that my erection was pressing against Hannah's leg. It was undeniable that she didn't realize my own excitement. However, I gave her no opportunity to protest, as my tongue attacked her tongue, which responded even if it didn't grow more adventurous and left the sanctity of her own mouth.

With her body trapped, my hands became free to do what I wanted. Soon, I was touching Hannah, my hands moving up and down her body. One hand grabbed onto her side, feeling the baby fat of her abdomen, while the other hand started working its way up her shirt.

"Mmm… brother…" Hannah broke the kiss by turning her head, but she could only moan and breath out my name.

My hand reached her breast, which was protected by a bra. I immediately squeezed the fatty tissue with my fingers, enjoying the feel of my sister's breast in my hand. She was much bigger than Madison, and her boobs were much more enjoyable to play with. They were not as big as moms, only around a C or D. I could probably slide my cock between them if we tried, but they didn't have too much weight to them.

"Ahhhn…." Hannah moaned, "Please, brother…don't…"

Although Hannah protested, she also didn't move at all, her body already incredibly turned on by my own. At this rate, there was no stopping the two of us. Hannah's body would be mine in short order. My hands would go from groping her chest to fingering her pussy. The clothing would come off, and soon I'd be inside my sister. Even Hannah was aware that this was where it was heading, but she was helpless to stop it. Her propriety as a sister told her to beg to stop, but she neither wanted to stop nor tried very hard to prevent my hands from attacking her.

I sucked lightly on Hannah's neck while she panted, her flushed body heating up and her own sexual organs starting to engorge with lust as much as my own. Her own hands were not as aggressive as mine in her inexperience, but she moved them up and down my sides while she panted and moaned. Grabbing the bookshelf behind me, I used it to push myself into Hannah, effectively dry humping her clothed parts against mine. Hannah responded to this, her body starting to grind back. At that moment, my hand slipped and grabbed a book, which pulled out suddenly, causing me to take a step back.

Click!

The book pulled out as far as it could, and then stopped with a resounding click. A moment later there was a loud creek as a nearby bookcase swung open. Hannah jumped at first, her lustfulness being illuminated by the fear that a door was opening and the pair of you were about to be caught. By the time she realized no one was there, she had managed to regain some control of her thoughts, covering her body and turning away from me.

Meanwhile, I was distracted by the swinging bookcase, and failed to take control of Hannah. Within ten seconds, the moment and my 'sure thing' was ruined. By the time I turned back to Hannah, she had an expression on her face that told me the moment was over, and I wasn't going to get her into that vulnerable position again so easily. I could only give a wry smile as Hannah refused to meet my eyes. Despite all of this, she didn't leave either though, so I felt that this was at least some progress.

Since my progress with Hannah was interrupted, I decided to instead check the bookcase. Behind the bookcase appeared to be a hidden shelf. Hannah was also curious, and as I bent down to look inside, she couldn't help but look over my shoulder with interest, even as her body still struggled to regain normal breaths and a proper composure.

"Wh-what's inside?" Hannah asked, acting like what just happened hadn't happened.

"Eh? Some documents? And some kind of disk?"

"Eh? A movie?" It was Hannah who pulled something from my hand that looked like a slightly elongated USB drive.

"Mo-movie?" It was the first time in this world I had even heard movies existed.

I had already come to the conclusion that we were in an alternative timeline to my old world, and that this world had gone through at least one industrial revolution. At the very least, electricity appeared to be a thing in this world. The books I read spoke of things such as cars and planes. However, it just as often mentioned things I didn't understand, like holotapes and the escotericism movement. I still didn't know the level of technological advancement. This mansion was truly an island that cut me off from the world until I turned sixteen. Only once Academy began would I start to understand.

"A… holotape?" I asked.

Hannah nodded at my word. "Mom doesn't like the VS… she says it rots brains. That's why we don't get a lot of the cool stuff other families have.

"A… VS?" I shrugged.

"EH? Oh… I forget that brother doesn't go outside the mansion. Mom's afraid you'll get kidnapped or get influenced by magpies and become a deviant. VS stands for a visual screen."

Hannah explained politely while giving me a pitying look. I became too ashamed to ask what a magpie was. Aren't they a bird or something? However, this was a different world with different slang, so this had to be something like lipstick lesbians, right?

"So, without a VS, we won't know what's on the tape?" I asked while shuffling through the papers left in my hand.

"Wait! Madison has a portable holotape player in her room! We can watch this!" Hannah said excitedly. "I'll go get it!"

As she ran off, I allowed her to. In her excitement over this strange discovery, she had already forgotten about our previous exchange. I didn't mind too much. I was wondering about this too. What would a movie from this world truly be like? At the very least, Madison having her own portable holotape player, I wondered how much she had to beg mom to allow herself to have that. Perhaps it was because mom felt bad about a lot of the discrepancies between me and the girls.

As to the documents in my hands, I found a birth certificate for Madison, and a few other papers. They were mostly bills and things like that. The signature on them weren't mom's though. They were signed by Noah. That was the name of my father. That would mean this secret stash we found had been my father's secret stash. It was likely my mother didn't even know about it! Perhaps the video we found was actually dad's porn!

I found myself giggling at the thought of Hannah suddenly being forced to watch people having sex. Then, that gave me even a wilder thought. Perhaps this was a homemade sex tape of mom and dad? Did they ever make a sex tape? I wouldn't put it passed my mother. She was a woman who had managed to get a man into a monogamous relationship. You could never underestimate the extent she went to keep things interesting for him.

Hannah came back with her face showing some excitement. "I found it! Madison won't mind if we use it! I'm sure!"

She sat down on the couch, and I sat down right next to her. Like when she was reading the erotic book, her mind was totally focused on the holoplayer in her hands. Therefore, she didn't notice how close I sat to her, and didn't react as my hand went on her leg in a very intimate way. The portable device she was holding looked a bit like a portable DVD player, except that there was no bottom disk tray. Instead, there was just the LCD screen, or should I call it a portable VS. The holotape slid into the side of the VS, somewhat like a controller would slide into a Nintendo Switch. At this point, I concluded that this world's technology has to be somewhere close to my previous world.

The device turned on, and after a few moments, the video started. What we saw appeared to be a home video. It also appeared to be a bedroom, but rather than getting excited over a homemade sex tap, I got confused because the person's face who filled up the screen was someone I didn't recognize. It was an average-looking man, who looked about in his late teens, early twenties. He was moving the camera and seeming to place it on a dresser top. After looking back behind him and to the camera a few times her finally nodded and then gave the camera a wink.

This is the point when he stepped away, and we could see that he had lined up the view to be looking at the bed. On top of that, there was a woman on the bed. She seemed a little disheveled, her eyes droopy and partially closed. Her clothing was astray, her dress up and it looked rather lewd. This truly did have the looking of a homemade sex tape, except the woman wasn't a willing participant.

"Morgan, say hi to the camera! Give it a wave!" The man said as he leaned over on the bed, poking the woman.

It was then that I finally focused on the face and realized they looked vaguely recognizable. They were much younger, only a few years older than Madison, but they were distinctly a woman that I knew.

"It's mom!" Hannah gave a cry, her hand covering her mouth, clearly confused about where this tape had come from.

The flushed image of mother waved at the camera, however, her equilibrium seemed completely off. Her face was also flushed and her eyes were half closed. It was then that the expression hit me. Mom was completely drunk!

"Ah, look at you you little fox…" The man said, stroking mom's head affectionately, "You want to fuck, don't you?"

Mom barely even looked at the man, falling back down on the bed. He could only laugh as he reached over and started fondling mom's breasts. Mom made cute little panting noises. They were the same kind of noises she made when I played with her breasts. This scene started to feel like mom was cheating on me. I had to take a few deep breaths. Hannah put her hand on mind and gave me a comforting look. It was only then that I realized I had been squeezing her leg harder than normal. This wasn't mom now, this was something from her past. However, why did dad have this tape?

"Come on, let's get your clothing off!" The man continued to tease mom, who didn't really resist much as he stripped her to nothing. "Damn, you are a cutie. I'm going to enjoy popping your cherry!"

"I… I don't understand… I thought it was dad who… did that…" Hannah blushed, but she still gave me a look to confirm her thoughts, and I could only respond with a shrug.

The man brought out his dick and pulled mom up, spreading her legs. "You ready to get filled with my man seed?"

"Mmm… Noah…" the words came from her lips.

Hannah and I could only look at each other, realizing that dad was already in the equation when this event happened. That made my heart feel somewhat complicated. However, the man on the screen gave an angry look.

"You… slut!" He growled. "You'll pay for that."

He shoved mom over harshly, putting her on her stomach. Then, he forced her backside up to her knees. No sooner did he line her up than he raised his palm and smacked her hard and the butt.

'Aeee!" Mom let out a cry of pain.

However, the man didn't stop. He spit on his palm and then did it again, and again. He started beating mom on camera. Mom let out cries and whimpers, even pulling away from his hand, but every time she did he would reposition her butt and do it all over again. Hannah had to look away and I could only bite my hand as this stranger beat my mother's ass. She was too drunk to do much but take it, tears falling down her cheeks as she cried. Soon, her ass was glowing red, and the man was rubbing his hand which had grown sore from beating her.

"Well, whatever, I'm going to fill you with my seed anyway, so you should be thankful no matter what I do, right?"

He got his dick out, something smaller than my own, thankfully, and then lined it up and shoved it in. Hannah's hand tightened on the screen, and this time I tried to give her comfort, but my heart was pounding just as much as hers. This tape was very hard to watch, and it still confused the both of us. It was only this confusion which kept us watching until the next scene.

I couldn't see the dick penetrating my mom from the angle of the camera. However, I could see the pain and discomfort on mom's face, which was turned towards the screen's direction as he broke her hymen. I could see his thrusting hairy ass humping my mom from behind, clearly having her. Soon, mom started making panting noises.

"Ah… hah… hah… aaaaa…" Mom muttered in her half-asleep state.

"You got a great ass," The guy moaned. "I'm already cumming. You ready to get pregnant?"

"Please… I want to get pregnant…" Mom instinctually moaned into her pillow, only responding to the words without even really understanding he context.

"Haha! You asked for it!" He laughed smugly.

Even in this situation, mom had strongly wanted to become pregnant, so from hearing the word, she responded by pure instinct.

The man let out moaning noises, thrusting in while releasing his seed and lewdly groping her ass. When he finished, he got up and moved to the camera, dragging it over. Soon, he was showing a closeup of mom's backside. It was a view I was used to seeing, but at this moment the view made me a little sick. There was a bit of blood running down her leg, and also white stuff leaking out from her hole. He started fingering her pussy, showing the white stuff inside her.

"Look at that, Noah. You see? I fucked her first. That's my baby matter in your princess. You-"

"Fucker!" There was shouting and the camera went haywire.

There sounded like a struggle between two people. Finally, the camera fell down. Through sheer luck, the angled view came from the bed face towards the door. There was a man standing, although with the camera on its side the entire image was tilted. This man was also someone I'd never met before, but I had seen him many times in pictures. This man was my father, Noah.

The other man was actually crouched on the floor. The view of him wasn't good, but he looked like he was bleeding from his lip.

"You fucking bastard! I'll kill you!" Noah screamed threateningly.

"Hey! What's with the hostility? I'm just enjoying a piece of ass you didn't want!" The other man still spoke cockily, despite the situation.

"You raped her! Oh god, I love her and you raped her! What did you think you were doing?"

"Rape? There is no such thing as a man raping a woman. They all want our seed, even she begged for it in the end. Love? Don't give me that crap. I've seen you fucking all kinds of women as you led this girl around by her nose. What was I doing? I was freeing her from your lies!"

"B-bastard!" Noah looked away, but something about the look told me that the other man wasn't lying either.

"Hey! We made a bet, right? You said you could make a girl fall in love with you by denying her sex. Congratulations. It was your name she moaned while I was giving it to her! You won here's your money!" The man tossed somethin that looked like a wad of cash at Noah, but he didn't move and it hit his leg and fell to the floor.

"…" Noah's hands were tight and he was shaking, but he didn't respond to the other man's provocation.

"Look man, this girl was getting to you. We're best buds, right? In the end, she's no different than the hundreds of other women we've had. Hell, we've even shared a few! Now, this girls just like every other skank in this world. Why don't you drop a load in her, come out with me to the bar, and we can have some drinks. I guarantee once she's pregnant, this bitch will never call you again." As he spoke, the other man stood, a grin on his lips. "That's if she's not already…"

He gave Noah a pat on the shoulder as he left the room, closing it behind him and leaving the powerless Noah behind. Meanwhile, Noah only stood there, shaking, as he looked down at the woman, still in doggie with her wet cunt dripping the other man's spooge. As to mom's face, her eyes were closed and it was clear she fell asleep like this. To make it worse, she even wore a little smile on her face, clearly oblivious that she had just been raped. It was truly a haunting image that destroyed mom's appearance as an immaculate beauty.

He walked over to mom, even reaching down and touching his own groin for a second. It looked like he was about to pull it out and have his way with mom as well. Then, something caught his eye, that was the camera. His face distorted into a hateful expression.

"Arrrrrggghhhhhh!" The man reached down and grabbed the camera.

He lifted it up and threw, the camera suddenly cutting to static. That was how the image in the camera ended. The pair of us sat with our mouths open, continuing to stare at the static screen in silence for some time after that.

The rest of the story was something I could already put together myself. Mom was too drunk to remember that night. She had no clue what had happened to her. Dad must have lied to her to cover up the truth. Maybe he found the tape later and kept it for god knows what reason. Mom thought she had stayed true to dad that night, and perhaps guilty about what happened, dad continued to stay with mom.

Dad wasn't as monogamous of a man as mom thought. I believed that part of the rapist's story. Perhaps when going monogamous, he pissed up some of his old flames whom he had promised a pregnancy and didn't deliver. This might have even led to his death. The implications of this video were vast, and mom knew nothing about it.

"M-madison…" Those were the words that came from Hannah's lips.

It was then that I realized another implication of this tape. Mom had told me that her first time got her pregnant, and that pregnancy would have been Madison. That meant that there was a good chance Madison wasn't my true full sister. Perhaps dad had still slept with mom that night, but given his mood at the end of that video I didn't believe it. Plus, Madison didn't really look like me or Hannah. We said that she took after dad, but the two friends looked familiar, and it was a toss up who looked more like Madison.

"Madison will always be our sister." I spoke the words to try to kill some of the awkward silence.

"D-do you mean it?" Hannah asked me nervously.

I nodded. "Of course."

"G-good."

For some reason I didn't understand, Hannah let out a breath of relief, as if she was more worried about my approval than her own. This confused me a bit.

"Wh-why would you think I'd treat Madison differently?"

In truth, if Madison wasn't my full sister, that only gave me the motivation to pursue her more. Although I enjoyed playing with my mom and sisters, I'm not someone prone to incest by default.

"Ah… well, half sisters are very common." Hannah responded quietly, but when I raised an eyebrow she took a breath and continued. "Since there is only one man per thousand women, most children have the same father and a different mother. In a local school, it's not uncommon for half of a school to consist of all half-siblings. Full siblings such as you and I are exceptionally rare. In fact, I don't know any other siblings besides you, me and Mad-"

She stopped, realizing that Madison was no longer considered a full sibling. I also began to better understand why incest was less of a big deal in this world. Where everyone was a half-sister, you'd have to go out of your way to avoid it. In a world where men didn't stick around with the child, all children were named after their mother. Half siblings were rarely raised together, and always considered them in terms of their mom's family. Thus, in this world, a half-sibling is something almost completely ignored.

Madison didn't simply become a half sibling, it was almost like becoming a complete stranger, no longer affiliated with me at all. Well, our situation was different. We shared the same mother, but two different fathers. That wasn't as damning, but when it came to society, a half-sibling just carried less meaning than a full sibling. However, that wasn't something that mattered to me. She was my sister. We had been raised together and undeniably shared the same mother.

"Di-did dad cheat on mom?" Hannah's voice cracked, showing her own immaturity and youthfulness as she looked desperately towards me to make sense of what she had just seen.

"It… was before they started dating…" I explained slowly.

"Yeah… but still…"

"Even though dad had promised mom that if she remained loyal, he'd be with her, that didn't mean he himself needed to be loyal. He still had the same responsibilities of before, impregnating five women a month. So naturally, he wouldn't shirk on those duties until after he knew mom's intentions." I explained while grabbing Hannah's shoulder and wiping a tear coming down her cheek. "There will be a day when I'll need to do the same…"

"Eh?" Hannah immediately gave me a surprised and scared look, so I immediately patted her on the head.

"Just because I need to fulfill my duties, doesn't mean I'll think any less of Hannah. You're still my sister. I love you. That will never change."

The words caused Hannah to settle down, her eyes closing as she enjoyed me patting her head. She truly was simple in many ways. Meanwhile, my heart was more turbulent. The words I had just spouted were selfishness on my part, using dad's indiscretions to further my own desires. I was preparing my sister for a future in the harem I wanted to build. That's why I said those words. In truth, finding out dad cheated on mom while testing her shook my image of father greatly. Even though I knew in my heart I'd never have the willpower to remain loyal to a single woman in this world, knowing my father didn't either destroyed a bit of my confidence.

However, I told myself in my heart that I would never become like that other guy, completely uncaring about women or the consequences of fucking them. I didn't want to leave behind a long line of babies I never met. I didn't want to bang women until they got pregnant and then moved on to the next. I wanted relationships that would last. Perhaps that is why I was so caught up on my family. Mom's warnings had gotten to me more than I wanted to admit, and this video confirmed my fears. The world out there was truly harsh.

"That video… we should…" I was going to say destroy it, but I felt a bit of hesitation.

If we destroyed the video, it would assure that Madison and Mom never saw the video. This was a good thing. However, the man on the video, the man who knew my father. I didn't trust my memory so much that I believed I'd be able to track him down five years from now. I needed this video as proof. Perhaps there was a day when I should tell Madison the truth. Perhaps it could strengthen our relationship? Perhaps she'd want to meet her true father. Even though he was a rapist, this world saw pregnancy differently, and by extension, rape that ended in pregnancy almost cancelled each other out on the spectrum of morality. That's the kind of world this was. To many of this world, this man did nothing wrong.

"I'll… keep it safe…" It was Hannah who pulled it from the VS and then held it close to her chest like a precious artifact.

I could only nod. In many ways, I didn't really have privacy of my own. The maids and my mother had free reign of my room, which had no locks. It came with the cost of being a male. I had very little to no freedom. Therefore, Hannah, who was allowed some autonomy and knew more about this world was a better choice to hold on this dangerous item.

The pair of us didn't stay sitting in the library alone for long. The pink moments that could lead to making out or even sex were long gone. Hannah had a worried crease on her forehead as she likely fretted about her sister. Personally, I didn't know what to think. I felt mostly exhausted just thinking about the whole situation.

Hannah looked at me like she wanted to say something, but in the end she merely stood up, nodded to me, and left. I returned to my room and ate lunch. Later that night, a maid invited me to dinner and my birthday party. The dinner was a veal cutlet with dumplings, and afterwards mom gave me the cake she had been working on. As for Hannah, she didn't show up to the birthday party at all. I understood a bit of it. It was difficult keeping a smiling face while watching mom try her best, especially after learning the truth.

Mom was a clueless victim in many ways. Her firstborn child belonged to another man. Her virginity was lost to a stranger. Her husband had lied to her for years about it. That's not even to mention the fact that he had affairs with other women. These affairs might have even taken place up until his death. After all, a woman becoming jealous and murdering him seemed more likely if sex was involved, although this could be the old world me thinking about all those spousal murder shows on TV.

Had I not been an adult in my mind, I likely wouldn't have been able to fake my expression. However, I had worked for bosses I hated and been forced to keep secrets I didn't want to before. Suffice it to say, it was enough to keep my face schooled in front of my mother. The atmosphere still turned weird though, especially as mom brought out the cake.

My birthday celebration was an intimate affair between just mom and me. Not even the maids stood present, and there were no candles or songs. She just brought out the cake and smiled at me, looking for praise. As to mom herself, she was surprisingly decked out. She wore full makeup. Her hair had been done up since this morning. On top of that, she wore a cute dress. It was certainly attire that fit better for a valentine's day date than a birthday celebration with your thirteen year old son.

I cut a piece of cake, and tried it. Mom was no baker, and the cake was a bit dry. However, it was a good attempt.

"It's good." I gave her a smile.

My attempt to fool mom must not have been as good as I expected. Mom's eyes creased in worry at my apparent lack of excitement. Perhaps she worried I didn't like the cake. In truth, I just didn't have much of an appetite right now. After eating half of the piece of cake, I was done. If I was a real thirteen year old, I'd probably eat six slices, but for an adult me, the cake was a little sweet and felt like ashes in my stomach.

"H-honey?" Mom looked down at me nervously, her body fidgeting.

I was worrying mother, and the worst part is that I couldn't do anything about it. "Yes, mom?"

"I was thinking… since you're done… perhaps, you'd like to go out the garden with mommy?"

The me from the previous day would have been ecstatic by this offer. Walking through the garden with a beautiful woman, I could take advantage and even push her down on a bed of flowers. However, as soon as such thoughts came, there was the flash of a drunken sixteen year old mom on a bed, cum leaking down her pussy as she moaned incoherently. The thought put me down, but I couldn't get the vision out of my head.

"I'm sorry… I'm feeling a little tired. I'm going to go to bed." I couldn't meet mom's eyes as I said it.

"O-oh… okay… whatever you want, honey." Mom's expression dropped and she looked away awkwardly.

My heart tinged, but I really couldn't face mom right now. What I had seen was too fresh in my mind. I just needed a night. Tomorrow, I would have my mind set, and then I'd make it up to mother. I'd do whatever mom wanted! I just needed some time.

I retreated back to my bedroom, my heart feeling pained but not entirely sure why. I wish Madison would come. Somehow, I felt like if Madison was there, I'd feel better. This thought surprised me, since my relationship with Madison wasn't close. She came and sucked me off every night, but we never chatted. She never even smiled at me. Yet, suddenly, I desperately wanted to embrace her. When did those feelings start?

I was lying in bed as I thought this, but after two hours passed by, I realized that sleep wasn't coming. I didn't feel like masturbating either, which was always an alternative way to help me go to sleep. It wasn't just the fact that Madison wasn't coming tonight. It was everything. That movie had been my first outside glimpse of this world. What I saw worried me. This world in the mansion was a bubble, and for the first time, I was afraid that bubble would pop.

There was a knock on my door and I spoke up after a few moments. "Come in?"

I was briefly hopeful Madison had returned and planned to satisfy me, but I knew that hope was unlikely, as Madison never waited for me to answer before barging in. More than likely, I assumed it'd be a maid. So, I was surprised enough to sit up and gawk as my mother stepped into the room shyly, closing the door behind her.

I had a small desk lamp on, so even though the room was dark, I could still make out my mother's features. She still wore the makeup, and she still had her hair up, however, her clothing had changed. Instead of a dress, she wore lingerie. It was a black, frilly thing that accentuated her butt and boobs well. It was very sexy, the kind of thing that would have me pushing her down in an instant.

However, when the flash of that image appeared in my mind, I was ready to push her out of my room instead. That's when I truly saw her face. Mom had a worried look, and her eyes were watery to the point where it looked like she was about to cry. Her entire body was shaking, and she looked somewhat nervous. I immediately grew concerned, since this was not the type of appearance mom ever showed. Mom was always so sure and confident. Even when I had made her do bad things, she approached them with her sleeves raised and a can-do attitude. So, when had she suddenly become so timid and meek?

It was then that the truth came crashing home. My behavior tonight has been cold and distant. Mom… no… I should say Morgan… was just a woman. I hadn't realized it before, but mom and I had had a sexual relationship for nearly a month now. Naturally, this started to change the way mom saw me. I was becoming less a mere son, and more the man who held her heart. Mom was scared of losing me, perhaps not as a son, but as a lover. I could see the fear in her eyes. It was the fear of rejection. It was a look that tugged at my heartstrings, because it was one similar to my own upon divorcing my wife.

It might be strange for a mother to lose confidence and become worried that their son might spurn them, but our relationship had grown passed that point. Whether I wanted to or not, I had made myself mom's emotional pillar. In her eyes, I was her everything.

Who the hell cared what dad did before I was even born? Who cared about this other guy? Who the hell cared about mom's dark past, and such silly secrets? I had been so stupid, shunning this beautiful sexy woman simply because of a stupid hangup in my mind. I had dismissed the love we shared and pushed away this vulnerable, needy woman who just wanted to be held by the man she loved. That man was me now, I had made it that way. In my own childishness, I had failed to rise to that need. Fortunately, there was still time to fix it.

"You're beautiful." The words popped out of my mouth as I eyed this sexy woman up and down.

"Ah!" Mom made a cute noise, blushing, a moment later a sudden tear falling down her cheek.

"Mom?" I moved to the edge of my bed.

"Oh! I-it's fine honey, just something in my eye, you don't need to-"

I didn't need to, but I wanted her more now than before. I had been treating mom up to now like a conquest. She was a game and a means to an end. In essence, I was treating her like a mom. I was the selfish child just taking what I wanted. My brain thought things like, whatever I gave her, she would take it without complaint. She was my mom, after all, she was obligated to love me and handle whatever I threw at her. However, the truth was I genuinely started to feel things for this woman. It was beyond motherly love.

"I love you…" I said, walking up to and embracing mom, causing her to grow even more flustered in my arms.

"Honey… I… I love you too." Mom couldn't come up with anything else to say, and instead melted in my arms.

I pulled her back to my bed, pushing mom down on it and climbing on top of her. Mom looked back up at me with a gentle expression, her face blushing, but with her experience she was much less shy than my sisters, who would turn away or struggle. Mom had already accepted me in her heart completely. She put up no resistance as my lips met with hers.

As I kissed her, my dick grew hard, and with the feel of it pressing against her, mom began to grow horny. She pushed my lips off of hers, gasping for breath.

"Please, honey, stick it inside me. I want your thing inside me."

"You want your son's cock? Do you want your son to fuck his mother?" I asked grinning.

Mom's face flushed pink and she gave a pouty expression. "Where did you learn such lewd words…? …naughty boy…"

"You got to say it, mom, tell me what you want." I continued to tease mom.

She had given me head this morning, and after the emotional rollercoaster from dinner and the feel of my cock pressing against her now, mom was exceptionally horny. Thus, even though I was teasing her so, mom was unable to resist any longer.

"You…" Mom tried to admonish me, but her own sexual excitement had already passed the point of propriety. "Please… son, stick your big cock inside mommy. Please, fuck mommy hard until she moans your name!"

"Pervert…" I responded with a grin.

After all, saying such things to a thirteen year old boy, what else could it be. Mom only turned her head shamefully.

"Y-yes… mommy is a big pervert. Please, teach this perverted mother a lesson. Please, give me your cock. Please…"

Mom's eyes started to water, clearly starting to beg as I opened up the floodgates of her lust. Unable to watch mom debase herself any longer, I reached a hand down and pushed her panties aside, revealing her pinkish slit, moist with her lust. Pushing my cock against it, it popped inside her with ease. A second later I was inside mom, my hips thrusting inside her.

"Ah… yes… baby… ah… I feel it inside me. Baby, I needed this."

"I love you!" I said, panting while I thrust into her.

"I love you too, baby, please keep going. Keep giving mommy your cock. Only mommy can have you. This is mommy's cock." Mom moaned as I fucked her, continually reminding herself that she was fucking her son seeming to enhance her sexual pleasure, not take away from it.

To be honest, it did it for me too. Even though I started to see mom as a woman now, and a lover deserving of my time and affection, she was also my mom. There was a thrill about this extreme taboo that made me incredibly excited. I was so excited, in fact, that I picked up the pace, my hips thrusting quickly and wetly into mom's incredible feeling snatch.

I'm not some sexual savant though, so with the feel of mom's hefty chest pressed against mine, her tight pussy clamping around my cock, her constant lewd words of encouragement, and her hands running over my body while she occasionally kissed me… it quickly brought me to my limit.

"I'm cumming mommy." I moaned.

"Yes! Cum in mommy! Cum in your perverted mother!" Mom moaned, arching her back as my cock hit her in just the right spot.

Her hands squeezed my shoulders as she came against my cock, which was spurting hot seed into her pussy. After a few squirts, I finally collapsed on top of mom. Mom was still panting under me, and my head found a place nestled within her hot, sweaty boobs. As my cock softened, I could feel her pussy still climaxing around it, each squeeze slowly pushing the soft thing out until if finally fell out of mom's snatch. Like that, I remained on top of mom.

The pair of us remained naked the rest of the night. At one point, I regained stamina and we started anew. However, having already cum just prior, I wasn't able to keep it up. I was able to make mom cum one more time, but my cock kept growing soft inside of mom, keeping me from any hard pounding action. She even used her hand and stroked my cock, but in the end, we had to give up.

What can I say, I'm not some ero novel protagonist. I don't have a twelve inch dick that can go fifteen rounds. I get tired, and I sometimes struggle to remain erect, no matter how erotic the woman is. That's simply the nature of life. I'm only thirteen and still growing, so naturally my body doesn't always work the way I want it to.

"My little boy was incredible." Mom purred. "You make mommy so happy…"

Kissing me on the forehead, mom stroked my soft penis with one hand and my hair with the other, while speaking comforting words. She wasn't the least bit sad that I couldn't go again. In fact, she was incredibly happy just to be holding me. That was the part about mom that beat any other woman. Mom would never judge me or expect more out of me than I could provide. Mom accepted me entirely. I didn't need to be a super stud. Just being with me was enough to make mom happy and satisfied. There was no pressure to be more than this. Truly, banging my mom is the best!