Afterlife? When your descendants have sex
by Sterling Chapter 6 of 6
"Dad,
I've gotta say, that was the nicest dinner we've had in a long time.
It's really nice when you don't make those digs about, 'When do I get
my grandchild?'"
Zach's stomach went cold. If she only knew ...
As
they drove back from the fancy restaurant in the big city to her
suburban home, Jen's eyes drooped. A few minutes later her eyes were
shut, mouth open a bit.
"Hey, Jen?" he asked. "Jen?"
"Huh?"
she said very groggily, then went back to sleep. The drug was taking
effect. Five minutes later she didn't stir when he shouted.
Jennifer
was Zach and Maria's only child. She'd been the joy of their lives. All
the while growing up, she was such a delight. They'd gone through the
phase of unease when she started going out with boys, and then when she
was away at college they knew even less about what went on. Her career
as a surgeon -- she made them proud! But, no husband. At 28 she
confided to them that she really was a lesbian. As she passed 30, he
and Maria asked more pointed questions. Lesbians could get artificial
insemination. But Jen lived for her career. Taking time for a baby?
Impossible. Getting pregnant and giving the baby up for adoption?
Unthinkable.
They were very much aware of the afterlife. Zach's
cousin Kyle had been the world-famous medium, relaying the messages he
got from Zach's late uncle Adam. Kyle was famous, he was rich, and the
reality of ancestor reanimation during the sex act was entirely vivid
to Zach. Kyle had related secrets to his Aunt Susan, Zach's mother,
that left her in new doubt as to the reality of the connection. More
recently, his cousin Peter had taken up the family business.
And
then Maria had died. Maria was gone. Maria would only come to life when
Jen had heterosexual intercourse -- which she was unlikely to do ever
again. And even if she did, Maria would be gone forever when Jen died.
And so would Zach, no matter how long he lived. Grieving for Maria and
having little else to live for, the 64-year-old Zach had devised this
desperate plan.
It was a long drive into the countryside from
the city. He drove into a depressed rural area, a land of many
abandoned farms. Zach drove down the long driveway and pulled in at the
house long after midnight with his drugged daughter.
Occasional groans from the second bedroom indicated Jen was gradually coming to. Now they heard a groggy "What's happening?"
Nancy,
slumped on the recliner, looked up from her TV show. Brian looked at
Zach, who swallowed, growing pale. He was dreading this part.
"Would you explain it to her?" he asked Brian.
"Aw, c'mon, be man enough to tell her yourself!" sneered Nancy.
"Could you at least come in too?" he said to Brian.
Brian and Nancy rose and followed Zach to Jen's room.
"What? Uh, pleased to meet you," she said to the two strangers. "What's going on?"
"I... I've just got to have a grandchild," said Zach. "And your mother needs one too."
"Uh... so."
"So... we've brought you here for that purpose."
"I don't understand."
Zach shifted uncomfortably. "Well, surely you know how babies are made?"
"Huh? Of course I know how babies are made."
"Well..."
Nancy
burst in angrily. "Oh, for Christ's sake. This is my dad Brian. He
really wants a grandchild too. So we're prisoners here. Your dad fucks
me, and my dad fucks you until we're pregnant. Got it?"
Jen laughed. "Come off it!"
But no one else laughed.
"Dad?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "But it's the only way. I'm really sorry."
Jen rose unsteadily and looked out the window. "Where are we?"
"A
farmhouse bought specially just for the purpose.," said Brian. "No
neighbors. A long way to run if you did get out. Windows nailed shut.
Doors that lock from both sides. Only your dad and I have the keys."
Jen
looked at her father. She was a confident young woman and a surgeon to
boot, someone used to getting her own way. "So have you fucked her
yet?" she spat out, nodding towards Nancy.
Nancy said, "No, we got here a day before and I guess he didn't feel like it last night after he brought you in."
Zach
stole a glance at Nancy. She was not glamorous in jeans and flannel
shirt, but she was a female. Her breasts pushed the shirt out
noticeably, she had hips inside those jeans. Zach got just the hint of
an erection. He'd be able to do the job.
Brian folded his arms. "I think we ought to get to it. Before we lose our nerve."
Zach nodded. There was that danger. If they all left now, the girls probably wouldn't report them, but once they'd been raped...
Jen said, "Oh, so we do it in here, while you two do it in another room -- like Gilbert and Sullivan?"
"No," said Brian. "We'll do it in private, but I'd like Zach standing by in case things get out of hand. You're pretty angry."
"No kidding," said Jen.
Nancy started moving towards the door.
"But honey," said Zach. "Would you like some time to prepare? Like a few hours?"
Jen hesitated. "A little while. No more than an hour... You realize you could go to prison for a long, long time for this?"
"Yeah," said Zach. "But we'll live on after we die."
Jen shook her head and rolled her eyes. "If you call that living."
They all left and Jen closed the door behind them.
Nancy went back to the TV show and the two men looked on.
Twenty minutes later the door opened and Jen emerged, completely naked.
Zach looked away.
"Oh, take a look, dad. If I'm a hunk of meat, and your pal gets to see me this way, you ought to look too."
Zach
looked. His daughter was womanly and sexy, fairly slim but with B-cup
breasts and noticeable hips. Her pubic hair was copious.
Brian ran his hand through his hair, and walked over to the door.
Jen faced him in the doorway and said, "This is rape, you understand? If you do it you're raping me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he said with some annoyance.
Brian followed Jen into the room and closed the door behind them.
Zach
felt a wave of grief. Part of him felt like striding in there and
beating the crap out of Brian. But -- he wanted grandchildren. That was
what this was about.
"She's kind of a bitch, isn't she?" said Nancy softly.
Zach looked at her, surprised, then smiled. "She is assertive and confident."
Nancy gave the hint of a smile before looking away.
"She's a surgeon, you know."
"No kidding! Wow. I'm just a wage slave in a call center..." She added, "As soon as they're done then you rape me?"
Zach nodded, coloring slightly.
"Well, then I'll take a little time too," she said. "Dad's likely to be pretty quick."
Fifteen minutes later Jen's door opened and Brian emerged, fully dressed, looking a bit flushed.
A minute later Jen appeared, also dressed this time.
"I will report, he did the deed. He ejaculated inside my vagina. The rape was successful."
Brian
turned, fists clenched. "I don't like your attitude, miss! We don't
have to take shit from you. You're our captive, get it?"
Jen
glanced at Zach to see how he'd react. "Yeah, Jen, we're not trying to
hurt you, you know. We just want to have grand-kids. But if you're
bitchy about it, well, I don't see as Brian just needs to take it." He
paused. "But no hitting, Brian, OK? No hitting unless they hit you?"
"Yeah," said Jen. "The physical violence will be restrained to rape, done gently."
"Hey Jen, cool it!" shouted Zach.
Jen opened her mouth, then shut it again.
Brian said gruffly, "Where's Nancy?"
"In the bedroom. She said she wanted a little time too, like Jen."
"Oh, aren't we considerate! You can go ahead and do her."
The door opened and Nancy appeared.
"In
a few minutes," said Zach. "I'm not in the mood quite yet." Actually,
he didn't want to leave Jen and Brian alone until they'd cooled down.
Nancy went back into the room, leaving the door open a crack.
Jen
seemed to be thinking. Hopefully it would get through her very proud
skull that men did sometimes hit women, that Brian was bigger and
stronger than she was, and she was not the one in control here. He
motioned her over. "You OK?" he said softly so Brian would not hear. "I
know you hate this, I bet you'll never forgive me. But I don't want to
see you beaten up by Brian, OK?"
"Where'd you dig him up, anyway?"
"On the web. Sorry if he's not upper crust. But... he wasn't like rough in bed, I hope?"
"No, father dearest. It was a rather gentle rape. Quite a gentleman, for a rapist."
"Well,
good." Bu the sarcasm rankled. He grabbed her by the collar and hissed,
"But don't just assume I'll take whatever you dish out either, OK?"
Jen gulped and a trace of fear flickered across her face.
After a minute, Zach rose and knocked on Nancy's door.
She appeared and said, "You know, my period is due in a couple days."
Brian
and Zach looked at each other. Brian said, "Maybe we'll take that into
account later, but we gotta get this out of the way."
"OK," she said.
With one final look at Brian and Jen, Zach headed into the room and shut the door behind them.
"Strip," he said gruffly, and began removing his own clothes.
"You're really going to do it, aren't you?" said Nancy suddenly, tearing up.
"Yes, I'm going to do it, now strip!"
Nancy stripped and lay back on the bed, hands crossed casually over her crotch.
Zach's
cock wasn't totally hard, but as he looked at the sexy young woman it
began growing. Yeah, she didn't like it. It was rape. He'd never raped
anyone before, but it didn't get in the way of his cock stiffening. He
rubbed it a bit to top off his erection, then lay down on her.
Nancy got the idea to spread her legs and remove her hands. Her eyes were closed tightly and she bit her lip.
Zach saw a pussy. He slid a finger in to test the waters. It didn't go in so easily. He began gently rubbing her clit.
Nancy looked at him. "I'm not going to like it, OK?"
"I know that, I just want to get it a little wetter so it goes in easier."
Nancy resumed her earlier pose.
After a minute Zach tested the pussy waters again. Much better.
He
let himself down to mounting position, aimed his cock, and shoved. It
felt good. His sex life with Maria had tailed off to virtually nothing
in the past few years, so it felt good to be doing it again. And what's
more, this girl was young and fertile. He'd adapted to Maria as she
aged gradually. Seeing Nancy, he realized just how much he'd adapted.
The sensations were fantastic too. This girl's vagina was tight all the
way inside -- which was right for a woman who'd never given birth.
Yeah,
his goal was simply to deliver semen, and he was raping the girl. But
it also felt good. He fucked in and out, enjoying the delicious sexy
sensations. He was in no hurry to come. After a couple minutes Nancy
looked up at him. "Most guys have to work hard to last this long."
"Ah,
shut your eyes again," he said gruffly. But he did start going for
orgasm, as he looked at the young fertile women below, breasts
jiggling, legs spread wide, taking his cock up inside even though she
didn't want to. With a grin, he let himself relax, let the pleasure
build, fucked the hot pussy for all he was worth, and then... Aaaahhhh,
the relief and joy. And as the natural result of the act, his semen was
carefully tucked up where it could do its job. He pulled out, smiling.
"I hate you!" said Nancy, eyes burning.
"I can't blame you. Maybe you'll thank me later -- maybe even before we're dead and witnessing the same sex scenes."
"Oh, wait, what's this... Another one?" said George.
Molly said, "And you're there John?"
"Yeah."
"So if that last one was Jenny, this must be ... Zach?"
"Jenny was most definitely not having a good time, but Zach is... this is a younger woman, feel that vagina?"
They
were aware of conversation from the party of the bride, after which one
summarized the discussion for them. "The last one was Brian, and this
is his daughter Nancy."
"What?" There were excited whispers as they thought it through.
Brian had done Zach's daughter before, and now Zach had done Brian's daughter?
They quickly came up with the right answer. They were raping each other's daughters in hopes of making descendants.
Zach's
late wife Maria wasn't there for this one, of course, and as for
Nancy's mother, the party of the bride had gleaned from conversations
during Nancy's many sexual encounters that she was still living, if an
alcoholic long estranged from Brian and Nancy.
John said, "You
know, I lose track of why rape is so bad, at least in a case like this.
Grandchildren seem so much more important." There was a lot of support
for that view, with reservations, though Phyllis firmly stated her
disapproval.
There
were three bedrooms. The men took turns sleeping in the living room,
partly to discourage any plans the girls might make to escape.
There
were no computers, no cell phones, no land line, and no internet. The
TV was satellite dish. Signals came into the house, but none left. Once
on TV they saw a reference to the disappearance of Jennifer, who was
after all a respected surgeon, noting that her father was also missing.
The
men always took turns going out, so one was with the young women at all
times. They bought food and some minimum of clothing. Both women had
arrived with nothing but what they were wearing. The men were willing
to get them changes of underwear and ordinary stuff. The women didn't
suggest fancy or sexy clothes. Brian suggested buying them sexy
underwear, but Zach vetoed that idea, saying Jen in particular would
take that as a special insult. They bought menstrual supplies. The
whole point of this endeavor was to put at bay for many months the need
for such supplies, but they couldn't expect immediate success.
As
they grew accustomed to their fate, the women gave shopping lists, so
instead of frozen dinners they could make things with fresh
ingredients. Given general guidelines from the women, the men bought
reading material -- mostly magazines for Nancy, books for Jen.
One
day as Zach came silently into the living room he saw Nancy inspecting
a spot on her arm, gently rubbing it. When she saw him she quick looked
away. Curious, he came over to look for himself. An implanted
contraceptive!
Brian was angrier than Zach. But Jen convinced
them that Nancy wasn't obliged to reveal something that got in the way
of their despicable plan, and Zach reluctantly backed her up. So, Jen
said, since they lacked the equipment to remove it, they'd just have to
give up on Nancy?
No way. Whatever the correct procedure for
removal might be, there was something under the skin and surely they
could remove it. Jen insisted it was dangerous and listed all the
complications that could occur. But the men would not be moved. There
was a risk of complications, but there was a certainty of no
descendants if they did nothing.
When Zach got as far as
sterilizing their sharp paring knife with the gas stove flame and began
cutting Nancy's arm, Jen stopped them and relented. She gave them a
list of a few things to buy. They were unwilling to drive the extra
hundred miles to a medical supply store, so she limited herself to
things they could buy at the local pharmacy. And the next day the
surgeon removed Nancy's hormonal contraceptive, while the men looked on
carefully to make sure she didn't leave any behind.
Zach was watching TV, Brian was out on errands, and Jen was reading in her room. Nancy wandered in.
"Hi Jen."
"Hello Nancy," said Jen, glancing up briefly from her book.
"Everything OK with you?"
"Yeah, I'm going to make spaghetti sauce tonight. Thanks for doing the laundry."
"Yeah." Nancy looked down. Jen read. "I meant more generally, how you doing with all this?"
"I
hate it. I'll never forgive my father or yours. If I do get pregnant,
I'll have an abortion. If I give birth, I'll try to have the kid
sterilized. I do have friends..."
"You wouldn't!"
"What they're doing is evil."
"Yeah, but you'd take it out on your baby?"
Jen sighed. "Maybe not. But I'm angry about it."
"Me
too, yeah me too... But I remember those sayings, like 'Life is what
happens when you're making other plans'. Or 'Make the best of whatever
situation you're in.'"
"Well, I'm learning stuff. From the books. Some of the PBS shows."
"You ever think about death?"
"Not much. Sometimes my patients die, of course."
"But you ever wonder what it's like, to die and then wake up right there when someone is having sex?"
"Yeah,
it's creepy. And every time we screw, all the deceased ancestors are
right there, looking on -- or actually feeling it. That's one reason I
went with my lesbian side. No ancestors during lesbian sex."
"Oh, yeah." said Nancy. "Well, you know I don't go that way myself."
"Oh!"
said Jen. Then, quickly, "Oh, right. No I wasn't suggesting anything...
But babies. Babies have their good side, I guess. Parents say it."
"So if I get pregnant and have a baby, well, I guess I'll try to enjoy everything there is to enjoy about being a parent."
"Hmmm," said Jen. "Maybe."
"One
thing that's nice about this is no decisions, you know? Before, I'd
drag myself to work, then wonder about whether I should get another
job, take a course. And I'd wonder about whether I should keep sleeping
with one guy, or maybe see what flaws that other hot guy was hiding.
Here, once we decided we couldn't escape, well, all the decisions are
so much easier. Free. I mean, locked up, but free of decisions."
Jen
looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Surgery's really high
pressure. Deciding if I want to go to the lesbian bar... whether I want
to go home with someone... Planning a vacation to try to make it really
worthwhile, since I get so little time. And here... well, all we decide
is what to have for dinner. And even your father... well, it doesn't
hurt. It's routine. I get myself wet with my fingers while he's
undressing."
"What's he like?"
"Huh?"
"In bed. I dunno. He never did anything with me, of course."
"Oh. You really want to know what your dad's like in bed?"
"Never mind, it's not important."
"No, that's OK. His cock is a bit short but a bit thick. What girls like best."
Nancy smiled and looked down.
"He
does it pretty hard and fast, and once he starts he never changes it
up. Comes in like a minute some of the time. Other times he'll go on
for 10 minutes. When I asked him about it, he said he was having fun,
and if he was going to go to prison for rape, damned if he wasn't going
to have fun while he was at it. And I let it go. Not important."
"Do you ever, you know, like it at all?"
Jen raised her eyebrows.
"You know, just physically. Your body responding. Even if you don't want it to."
"Oh.
Yeah, I guess so. Sometimes. A little." She stared off into space. "But
I don't like those feelings, not when it's like this."
"It feels better. I can usually have an orgasm that way. Or at least I used to be able to."
"I thought you never wanted to feel good."
"Well,
it's been going on and on. It's still rape, but I dunno, they say you
should make the most of whatever situation you're in."
"Well, OK..." said Zach. "I really don't want you to be sad. If you could be happy and still have my baby I'd love that."
"Oh,"
said Nancy, cold. "Well, maybe I wouldn't if it makes you feel less
guilty..." But she softened again. "But I will anyway, because I want
it. And it's being nice to my ancestors."
"OK." Zach pulled out and lay on his back.
Nancy rose above him and after some adjustment impaled herself on his stiff cock, taking the whole thing up inside.
She lifted and sat, lifted and sat, over and over.
Zach looked up at her and lightly stroked her arms, stomach, breasts.
"You know, you're an asshole," she said.
Zach hesitated, then said, "Yeah, I guess I am. You want to call me names? That's OK. At least for a while."
Nancy's eyes flashed. "Asshole. Rapist. Prick. Dick wad. Dick brain."
Zach looked up tenderly and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry. Though those parts about the dick -- yeah they certainly do fit."
Nancy smiled briefly.
Zach reached his head up and sucked hard on Nancy's left nipple.
She
closed her eyes and looked serious as she pushed herself up and down,
mashing her pussy parts against his pubic bone. She started trembling,
then gave a big gasp. Zach sucked especially hard and she gasped again.
Slowly she lowered herself onto him.
After she'd caught her
breath, he cleared his throat and pushed her over onto her back and
began fucking in earnest. "Got to make the ancestors happy. And assure
myself a place among them in the future." A minute later his male
nature did its thing. Semen spurted into Nancy, he shuddered and felt
wonderful.
Despite Jen's disapproval, Nancy started sleeping
with Zach at night when he didn't have guard duty in the living room.
She liked the company, and was making the best of the situation she was
in.
Nancy
missed a period and felt changes in her breasts. Although a surgeon,
Jen had done her time on Ob/Gyn as a resident. It sure looked like
Nancy was pregnant.
Zach smiled at her. He caught the barest hint of a smile towards him before she changed it to a glower.
"Say,"
said Jen. "Doesn't Nancy's baby solve the problem for both of you?
You'll both be ancestors of the baby -- Brian's the grandfather, and
you're the father, dad?"
They nodded.
"So we can break up this party and go back to life?"
"You wouldn't turn us in?" said Brian.
She
hesitated. "No... Well, it's sure a deal I'd make if I could get back
to my life. And I wouldn't have a baby to deal with either."
But
Brian wanted to keep trying with Jen. Zach was afraid Nancy might get
an abortion. And he said, "Think about your mother." Zach and Nancy's
baby would not be a descendant of Jen's mother.
Nancy's belly started swelling noticeably, but Jen kept getting her period month after month.
"You're not going to try a home birth, are you?" Jen said.
As
soon as she was pregnant, Nancy lost interest in sex. Zach insisted on
it a few times, but decided that a fairly content bed mate was more
important than sex. He's planted his seed. The justification for the
rapes was to make babies, and with Nancy pregnant that justification
was removed.
When all was quiet, Zach could hear the bed creaking when Brian mated with Jen. He found it arousing.
They'd been trying for many months. What if Brian was infertile, and Jen would never get pregnant?
His
mind started moving in unaccustomed directions. He didn't want all his
eggs in the one basket of Nancy's baby... Jen hated him already... He'd
committed no end of crimes already.
It was 12 days since the
start of Jen's last period and his turn to sleep in the living room. He
almost felt he could smell Jen's fertility at the dinner table.
He slipped into her bedtime tea the same drug he'd used to get her here in the first place.
He
waited an hour after everyone was asleep. He lay in bed, penis growing.
Jen was fertile, sleeping in the next room. He crept in.
"Jen, Jen..." he said. When she didn't respond, he shook her shoulder gently, then harder. No response.
Another grandchild. He needed another. And this was for his dear Maria.
He
pulled the covers down. Jen was on her stomach. Her left leg was
straight behind her and her right knee was raised a bit, which had
lifted her nightshirt to reveal her panties.
He lowered his face to her rear end and drew a deep breath, and blood surged into his cock. It sure smelled like fertility.
He slipped out of his own pajama bottoms and underpants, his erection strong.
He slipped his finger inside Jen's panties and worked it into her slit. She was wet and sticky -- another sign of fertility.
He
lowered himself into position, spread her lips with the same hand that
held the panty crotch to the side, and placed his cock tip in her
wetness right at her opening. And then he shoved in slowly. The hot
stickiness was amazing. Oh, the excitement! He worked in a little, then
a little more. Jen's pelvis shifted slightly, and Zach froze, briefly
afraid the drug was failing. There was no other sign of her awakening.
He eased himself in another inch, then slid out, in and out. This was
amazing.
He'd conspired to have her raped. Now, it was doubly
forbidden because she was his daughter, triply because she was
unconscious. She was hardly in a standard position for sex, but he
could get it in plenty, and he was circumventing the panties that would
normally block his entry. The sticky texture of her fertile pussy was
terrifically exciting, making it hard to delay orgasm. That pussy
wanted to get pregnant, right now! After 20 seconds, the pelvis
twitched again, and her pussy squeezed. She was coming! His orgasm then
became inevitable. He pushed in energetically, once, twice, three
times, and then held still, blasting clots of fatherly seed into his
daughter's vagina, mind blown away with ecstasy, as he felt rhythmic
clenching in Jen's pussy. His delivery complete, he slowly withdrew,
vagina closing behind his retreating shaft, panty cloth returning to
cover the opening.
On she slept.
With a big smile, Zach
returned to the living room. Such ecstasy, hopefully another
descendant. Guilt was quarantined in a small part of his mind.
"Goodness, it is hard to believe this is Hell," said Phyllis.
They simultaneously occupied both penis and vagina.
Their
descendant Jen was at peak fertility, all her anger and resistance
anesthetized by the sleeping pill. Her womanly body accepted the penis
and rapidly moved towards involuntary orgasm.
Their descendant
Zach was enormously excited, his hard shaft pushing into Jen's pussy,
not deep and not fast, but firmly. Ecstasy built in both descendants.
And both began massive orgasms at the same time. As it happened,
contracting pussy was in perfect sync with twitching, spurting cock.
All
of Zach's ancestors basked in the delight of simultaneous massive
orgasms, feeling cock and pussy in perfect harmony as the one spurted
into the other.
"That's the nicest orgasm Jen's ever had! Who is that man?" asked Maria.
Susan said, "Zach, your husband. And if that doesn't make Jen pregnant I don't know what will."
"Oh!
My husband? ... Mating with his own daughter? ... Genetic defects?
Terrible, terrible, but... A descendant... Oh, thank you Zach, you
wonderful man!"
So
Jen was pregnant, but 6 months behind Nancy. Nancy needed a hospital to
give birth in, but if they released both women Zach and Brian were
afraid Jen would get an abortion. So at 8 months and 2 weeks gestation,
they gave Nancy $1,000 and left her in a medium-sized city with a
hospital that Jen knew to be respectable. The other three did not
return to that farm, but instead holed up in a much smaller abandoned
place, waiting. It was summer, so a shack was good enough.
And three months later, when Jen was six months along, they dropped her off near her home.
The men didn't even like each other and immediately went their separate ways.
Jen
let her hospital know of her return after 14 months away. She didn't
jump at the chance to expose her father, but to salvage her medical
reputation, she ultimately had to tell the truth -- she had been
kidnapped, instead of deserting her post. The funny thing was, it was
not an international news story, just a minor story in the regional
news. Why? This same sort of thing was happening a lot.
Zach
wandered for a while, but a life on the run just did not suit him. He
turned himself in. Jen had told her story but refused to identify Brian
and Nancy. Zach was offered 3 years if he would lead them to Brian, but
he refused. He got 20 years and would die in prison.
Nancy
wrote to Zach, naturally with no return address. Their 4-year-old
daughter was healthy and a delight. She didn't forgive him, but
recognized that some good had come out of bad. Although single
motherhood had been hard at first, she was now happier than she'd ever
been.
Zach hadn't had any visitors in years. His letters to his
daughter went unanswered. But then one day nine years after he'd
dropped her off, he got a letter from her. She was very eloquent in
telling him just how miserable of a human being he was and how much she
hated him. But she was writing to suggest a visit. Her 8-year-old son
Paul wanted to meet his father. His paternity had been discovered
shortly after birth, based on genetic tests. Luckily Paul's only
genetic defects were minor.
Jen loved her son more than she
hated her father -- abductor and incestuous rapist. And so she appeared
with her son and visited through the Plexiglas and remained calm and
cordial. The boy looked an awful lot like Zach.
Paul had met his
father. And Zach could smile. He had two grandchildren (one also his
child). He'd met one of them. And the chances were that one or both
would have sex. And the odds were decent that one or the other or both
would continue the line.
After
she died, many years later, Jen joined Zach and Maria when Paul had
sex. The three of them also looked forward to the day when Paul's five
children would begin to have sex. It was the 35th time Jen had felt
Paul do it. He had taken up with a much younger woman after his
divorce, and now here he was plunging in and out of a hot, slick,
satiny vagina while the young woman had orgasm after orgasm. Male torso
lay above female, clutching it. Female legs spread wide, male spread
over them. Male pubic bush plastered against female and then separated,
over and over. Male shaft plunged in and out, tugging on tissues that
in turn teased a clitoris, this action the cause of the repeated female
orgasms. Paul's shaft stiffened even more and thrust wildly in and out
of the erotic embrace of deep vaginal tissue, and then finally ecstasy
was upon him, the cock twitching and spurting, Paul's brain afire with
pure pleasure and lust fulfilled. The ancestors felt it too. They
weren't sure whether the girl was using contraception or not, though
they kind of hoped she wasn't.
As Paul's stiff shaft slowly withdrew from his girl, Jen said, "OK, Dad, I forgive you."