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 >Tree Hugger is an unusual mom to say the least.
>She has always let you call her by name
>She keeps wine and pot in the house for you and doesn't really care if you go to school or not
>She never wears clothes in the house, and she's in the house most of the time since she works from home creating paintings and Kimya Dawson-esque song albums that sell pretty well.
>You've never had a lot of friends, though you're peripherally aware that it would be awkward having them over. It's fine, all you need is your mom anyway.
>She spends every evening just holding you, playing with your shaggy hair, rubbing you here or there or wherever you like it
>It's all been pretty innocent though, no different from Asian moms who just think their son's bits are fun and cute to play with
>Until recently.. you've just turned 11, and Tree Hugger started paying a lot of attention to the changes in your body. "You're a totally rad statue of masculinity, Anon" she'd say. "you're almost ready to put your lingam to use"
>What is that, tongue or something? Does she want a kiss? That's cool, you give her a nice kiss with tongues.
>Tree Hugger moans into your mouth and pulls you in for a big hug. This feels nice. You've always been very close and physical. Fuck, you were still nursing at 5. Almost let that one slip at school once, not realizing how weird other people thought that was. Meh, screw other people.
>Your penis grows erect and pushes up against your mom's soft, soft tummy. She giggles and takes it in her hand, pushing it downward, along the happy trail of soft red hairs. 

>Suddenly you feel less resistance and slip inside where it's wet and hot. That's Tree Hugger's vagina! You've seen that before, but didn't realize quite how far in it went. Enough for you to fit anyway.
>Instinct takes over and you start moving your hips back and forth, while your mom starts doing some kinda weird hippie chant and what sounds like whinnying. In a short while, you feel a strange throbbing coming from deep inside. You cling to your mom as the pulsing works through your penis and you feel the rhythm of your first orgasm.
>"That was beautiful, baby. You placed your sacred seed into my yoni, where you came from. That flower's going to grow into a brand new life! Isn't that groovy?"
>You're not.. totally sure what she's talking about, but through the mishmash of Whinndian words and new-agey metaphor, you get a crash-course in the birds and the bees.
"Are you.. sure I put a baby in you?"
>"Mmm, you chose the perfect day, my flower was ready to bloooom! the seed just released. But.. just in case, we can keep doing this every time you get hard." she touches your sticky, mostly-deflated soft-on. "And once it catches, I've got plans.."

>You've been in your new house for about two years now. It's way out in the middle of nowhere, but the area is absolutely beautiful. You feel like you could explore nature your whole life and never see everything within walking distance of your house. 
>With your mom's work taking care of your extremely meager monetary needs, you can all just live a life of ease. All three of you.
>You come in after a refreshing swim in the cascading waterfall (you haven't worn a stitch in months) to find Tree Hugger nursing your daughter. Your perfect adorable little daughter with poofy red hair. You kiss her on the back, then kiss your mom on the mouth.
>You go to the fridge for some chow to replenish that energy. Swimming is damn good exercise, and your 13-year-old body is, as your mom put it, "Totally beefy". Whatever the outside world might think, you know you're a MAN, not a boy.
>As you eat your hash, you pat your little daughter (whom Tree Hugger insists you don't name, she can pick her own someday) on the shoulder, signaling her that she can have some solid food if she wants
>She gives you a kiss and you put a little chewed up hash in her mouth. It's amazing to you that some people actually buy pre-pureed baby food and have to try to heat it to body temperature. People seem to want to get as far from nature as possible, it seems. They'd probably have a robot raise their kids if they could. None of that for you guys.
>Tree Hugger spreads her legs, displaying her gorgeous, red-furred petals lewdly. "I want another one, Anon. Let's have as many as we can!"
>That's a challenge you're up to. You feel like an invasive species, populating this unclaimed frontier.

>Time seems to pass with the pace of a dream. Your blissful, uneventful life of luxurious simplicity continues. Swimming, sleeping, experimental cooking, woodland exploring, and all along nonstop hot and cold running sex from your mom
>Kitty, as your daughter unsurprisingly named herself, is growing up. At 11 years old, her fiery hair flows around her head like a sunrise, and matching strands are beginning to show up on her mound and under her arms
>She's about as attached to you as anyone could possibly be. Her 8 year old brother Stoney is equally attached to Tree Hugger. You almost never leave each others' sides, sleeping together in one bed, both of the kids watching as you and your mom make love. You keep no secrets from them, and they've been growing up remarkably bright and creative. It turns out artistic talent runs in the family, and you've all been finding satisfying outlets for your hobbies that end up being worth selling. (Stony, unsurprisingly, is a burgeoning sculptor)
>What you neglect to notice, though, is that Kitty is the same age you were when you lost your virginity. She hasn't had her first period yet.
>One day, as you're walking through the.. well, the house is just one room. You've never needed doors from each other. You even have one big fire-heated bath for winter, and an outdoor shower for summer that you all use together.
>Anyway, as you're walking through the one room, Kitty clinging to your side happily, Tree Hugger stops you. You wonder if she's going to kiss you or something, she has that look in her eyes, but instead she brings her face towards your daughter's sex.
>She inhales. She gently touches, penetrating her finger slightly, then tasting it.
>"Oh Anon, she's ready."
>"For what, Tree?" You have continued the tradition of just being called by name. You don't really feel like you need specific familial roles.
>"Her first albumen is going to drop, and I think it's going to be a chart-topper"

>You decide it's better to actually explain things to your daughter first, and let her decide. Not that you felt taken advantage of. She has the advantage of knowing what sex is having watched firsthand.
>Unsurprisingly, Kitty is ecstatic about the idea of having your baby, but, thoughtful girl that she is, asks "But what about Tree? You can only shoot your gun once or twice a day, right?"
>Tree Hugger gives her little sapling a hug and a kiss on the ear. "It's fine, baby girl. I'm happy to let Anon enjoy the fruits of youth. 'Sides, it'll be my turn in a few years." She idly rubs Stoney's chest, who is passed out adorably curled up next to her.
>She then whispers in your ear "Give her all of it, every time you can, til you've done your job. You can use your tongue on me in the meantime"
>You lie down with your excited daughter, there on the floor, and do your best to pass along what Tree Hugger started with you. An unending chain of love continuing as far as its links can go.