My Kids Are Making Porn! Pt. 06

All characters represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen.

I should've let sleeping dogs lie.

The nest was no longer empty (not that it had ever bothered me). I had my incestuous, inbreeding children at home with me once and for all, and the empty rooms were going to be filling rapidly as April and I continued to swell with Lee's babies.

By any measure, a happy ending, right?

Maybe there's just some sort of fundamental part of me that feels jealous, a bitchy part of me that I can't rightly control. Perhaps it was the same part that made me insert myself into my children's pornography side hustle to begin with- a sick and twisted part of my brain which needs to feel sexy and wanted.

Perhaps that part can't deal with anyone else having a happy ending except me and my kids.

The OBGYN office was almost identical to the one at which I'd been employed- beige walls and warm fluorescents, a few tasteful accent paintings to give everything a relaxed vibe, and fake plants to convince your monkey brain that you weren't in a medical facility.

As I sat next to April (now over seven months pregnant), her belly swollen with her brother's growing baby, I could still smell the faintest hint of bleach. I could see that the doors were large enough for a gurney to exit at full speed in case of an emergency. A part of my brain recognized that this place was medical, sterile, a sense of anachronism common to these sorts of clinics.

"The doctor will see you now!" A cheerful young nurse popped her head out of a heavyset door to the side of the check-in desk. I looked around, but of course, we were the only two in the waiting room, given that it was the very last appointment of the day.

"Come on, just like we talked about." I smiled at April, and she gave me a wan, strained expression. Her child didn't like to travel, and had been kicking the whole ride down, but she was nothing if not obedient. She gathered her maternity dress around her, and I followed both her and the nurse down the hallway.

The clinic was in Des Moines- not exactly the tropical paradise I'd been envisioning, but a very reasonable midwestern city. Very suburban, very beige, just like the walls of the clinic.

Very domestic. I thought, listening to the nurse's twittering back and forth with April, talking about the baby, how exciting it was to be pregnant for the first time, all that normal jazz you get from OB nurses.

"We're trying for our first right now, but it's taking a little longer than he wants." The nurse gabbled, holding the door open for April and myself to enter the sterile (beige) exam room. I looked at her with renewed interest, eyeing her up and down. No more than twenty-two, maybe twenty-three.

"With your boyfriend?" I asked, probing, already knowing the answer.

"No- I mean, with my husband." The young nurse blushed. "Sorry, it's unprofessional, but I'm Missus Livingston." She held out her hand, the large rock on her ring finger glinting in the light of the fluorescents. I felt my jaw clench, feeling myself fall backwards in time, back to when I'd been 'Missus Livingston'.

Then I was back, with a certainty of purpose I'd been missing the whole time I'd sat in that waiting room.

"Well congratulations, I'm sure he's a very lucky man." I forced a smile, feigning admiration for the diamond. The new Mrs. Livingston simpered, and gestured towards a chair to the side of the door.

"He'll be in in just a minute, I'll go grab him!" She scurried away like a puppy after a bone, the door swinging closed behind her, leaving us alone in the room. The familiar stirrup-adorned gyno chair beckoned, and I motioned April towards it.

"Are you sure about this, mom?" She asked, softly, tentatively. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands possessively running through her hair as I admired her pale, angular face. I could feel our stomachs rubbing together, hers much more significantly swollen, almost ready to pop.

"I'm sure, babygirl." I leaned in, kissing her gently, then more passionately as I felt my blood rise, heat in my face. My tongue pressed into her mouth, and she gave a small moan, submitting totally to my desires, her hands tentatively coming to my hips.

I smiled into her mouth, then broke our oral embrace, maintaining my closeness to her body even as I did so. She smelled good, like lavender, camomile, everything I'd been putting in her bath to ease the pains of her pregnancy. Her body was mine, her baby was mine, I'd given her everything she had, and was well within my right to take a little back.

"It's going to be easy- just do what I told you to do." I momentarily pressed our foreheads together, feeling her nod against me, her face as blushed as mine.

I helped her disrobe, her maternity dress falling away easily, allowing me to peel off her panties and padded bra. I admired her body again- I admit I'm no better than a man when it comes to objectifying my pregnant daughter.

My fingers traced the shape of April's stomach, now a beach-ball in circumference, before I flattened my palms against her skin, feeling the heat within her belly. I've never been a religious woman, there was no real sense in taking up with any organized religion considering how many abortions I've helped perform, but the way pregnancy changes the body always made me shudder with its otherworldly beauty. My fingers splayed across her stretched and swollen skin, feeling her heartbeat, in time with that of the third-trimester fetus inside her.

This, surely, was as close to God as a sinner like me is ever likely to get.

Dr. Livingston was running behind, per usual. The issue with scheduling as many patients as you can is that, for every minute behind you're running after the first appointment of the day, you'll be a minute behind at the end of the day. That tends to stack up, every appointment dragging you behind a little bit until you're almost twenty minutes behind by the time your ex-wife and pregnant daughter schedule in under an assumed name.

"My apologies miss-" Flynn checked the manilla folder in his hand as he strode through the door. He was alone, just as I thought he'd be. The young Mrs. Livingston was likely getting herself ready for her post-clinic fucking in another exam room, dreams of their life together running through her naive little brain.

Flynn looked good. The years had done little to dull the cut of his jawline, the greying of his hair tasteful as he gracefully entered his fifties. He sashayed this way and that as he pored over April's file, causing his lab coat to flutter attractively. I felt a little sick, but part of me still wanted him, ached for his hands to run over my skin, for his thick manhood to penetrate me again.

"-Miz Fitzpatrick." He finally looked up, the door clicking closed behind him.

"Please, it's miss, and it's not Fitzpatrick." April corrected him softly.

She sat, feet in the stirrups, pregnant belly front and center over her tight, pink flower, fully naked and dripping wet. Like I've said before, Flynn had the strongest breeding kink of any OB I've ever met. That sight in and of itself would've been enough to shatter his professional demeanor, leaving him leering like a schoolboy. To add to the effect, April is a particularly attractive young woman, sporting a gorgeous, tight little pussy (even in her pregnant state). Her breasts were easily a handful and a half at this point, a swollen testament to her pregnancy, pure candy for a man like her father.

"April?! I-" Flynn gaped, the pages of the folder dropping from his limp fingers as his jaw dropped.

"Daddy-" She paused, and I could tell she was struggling to recall her lines, pregnancy brain had done a number on her acting ability, limited as it had always been. Our past few streams had been lighter on the dialogue for her, allowing Lee and I to garner some more attention from our subscribers. "-I need you..." Not quite what we'd rehearsed, but it was at least vaguely seductive, and she emphasized it by wiggling her hips, reaching down to spread her pussy lips and show off the glistening of her hole. What a trooper. I decided to add a little more pressure, perhaps with a little more eloquence.

"Flynn." I rose to my feet, slowly sidling around Flynn to lock the exam room door behind him with a click. "Your daughter needs something that other doctors won't give her." I purposefully made my voice high, breathy, trying to give it the eager and suggestive tone I'd honed while begging strangers for money on the internet. He blinked, as if noticing me for the first time.

"Michelle!" A flurry of emotions crossed my ex-husband's face. Anger, fear, arousal, in equal measure. I reached up, grasping his chin and pointing him back towards the chair. Despite himself, and his evident surprise at our appearance in his office, Flynn's eyes had returned to his daughter's wet, aroused hole.

A thrill of disgust shuddered through me. It wasn't because he was looking at his daughter like a piece of meat, I'd done that enough for both of us, but it was more his lack of professionalism. The barest hint of a pussy to fuck and he wasn't a doctor anymore, but a beastial, horny creature which needed to release itself.

"You need to stretch her out, to help her get ready for the baby." I slowly reached around, taking the empty folder from his hands, guiding him towards where his little girl lay, waiting for him.

"I-I shouldn't. I can't." He protested, whining so unlike the strong, virile man who had manipulated me into carrying his children years earlier, only to cast me away like a used condom. I almost felt bad for him for a moment, before seeing his hands creep to April's thighs. He wasn't helpless, he wasn't a victim, he was a predator, simply surprised to see his prey presenting itself to him this easily.

"We know you've been watching- we get to see the email address of every subscriber, Flynn." I bragged a little bit, my hands pulling Flynn's belt away until his hand stopped me, reluctance written on his face, mixed with a desire, a craving, a shock that this was happening to him. "Help her prepare for your grand-daughter's birth, and I promise nobody will know." I could tell he was wavering.

We'd realized Flynn was amongst our subscribers soon after I'd joined Lee and April in lovemaking. He was like me, a watcher from afar- but not nearly as adventurous, and not nearly as consistent. He attended maybe one stream in four, never bothered to chat in, and didn't take advantage of our higher tiers. By any metric, a waste of time.

"It-it's a girl?" He whispered, practically salivating. I'm not even sure he registered that we'd known he was one of our subscribers. It was like that 'pornstar fucks a fan' genre of videos, where the man is always pathetically eager, but this time it was his own daughter. I finally succeeded in undoing his pants, fishing his cock from his boxers and stroking it in my hand, mere inches from his daughter's eager, needy pregnant pussy.

What happened to the careful, professional man I married? If nothing else, this just showed that I'd come out the better for the years apart. Perhaps the proximity to his afternoon of fucking his little nurse had clouded his mind, perhaps he just couldn't resist April's baby bump, either way, I could almost see his resolve crumbling before my eyes.

It wasn't like when Lee and I had first submitted to one another. It seemed that the barriers keeping Flynn from fucking his little girl were much less powerful, much less ingrained in his mind. Part of me wondered if he'd always fantasized about her, if that's why he continued to shack up with a new girl every couple of years, breeding them with his baby, then paying them off as he found another willing nurse with whom to share his bed.

"I'm going to be a grandpa!" He groaned, feeling my hand passionately stimulating him to full arousal, just like we used to do together twice a day.

"You're going to be a grandpa, but only if you help your little girl." I whispered into his ear, like the devil on his shoulder. All thoughts of his new wife waiting in the next exam room were gone, and I guided his cockhead to his daughter's dripping entrance.

April whimpered, feeling her father's manhood knocking on her front door. I could see her eyes, wide and conflicted, excited and fearful. They locked on mine for a moment, and I gave her a soft smile, nodding encouragingly.

I stepped back, and took out my phone, fixating it on the moment of penetration as Flynn gently, lovingly speared his daughter's flower with his bare penis. Her labia spread, her puffy lips allowing him inside as easily as her brother's. They were very similar, but Flynn had always been selfish where Lee was selfish, never quite managing to find a rhythm which worked for me.

"Oh! Oh daddy! Yes!" April moaned, piteously, her whole body trembling with pleasure and desire, her pregnant stomach shuddering as her father pressed deeper into her. Flynn's mouth was open, a silent, continuous moan of ecstasy as he incestuously sank into the girl he'd raised with me.

"Do you like it, Flynn? Do you like fucking your tight little daughter?" I weedled, staying out of his sightline as much as I could while continuing to capture the action.

"God yes, April you're so much better than my wife..." His hands grasped his daughter's pregnant hips, pulling her further down the chair to penetrate her even deeper. I'm sure he would have questions, sure he would begin bitching at me as soon as he came back to his senses, but for now, he was consumed by his desire for incest, primed by months of watching his daughter and I fuck his son.

He thrust in and out of April's pussy, a slick, sloppy sound of pregnant sex filling the room. The scent of sex mixed with the antiseptic bleach scent I'd noticed earlier, giving me an odd high, a recollection of many sessions in a room practically identical to this one.

"April, do you love your daddy's penis?" I prompted my daughter. Her eyes were rolled back in pleasure, her head lolling this way and that as her father increased his pace, pumping in and out of her snatch. I was reminded of her fourth-grade dance recital, the daddy-daughter dance they'd done together, now reflected in a sick and twisted way in their joint pleasure.

"I-I love my daddy's cock! It's so-so good!" Her voice was high-pitched, and I could see she was shuddering with small orgasms. Flynn always preferred a pregnant partner- he had to put in less effort.

"Fill her up, Flynn! Pump your jizz into your daughter's womb!" I encouraged him despite myself, feeling wetness between my legs as I watched them frantically copulate.

"Here it comes, baby, here cums daddy!" He grunted, frantically pumping in and out of his daughter. I could see his balls drawing up, the wrinkled sack from which his children had spurted now preparing to spray their genetic load into his already-pregnant offspring.

"Yes! Daddy! Give it to me! Make my baby yours!" April babbled, shaking as she felt the man who raised her thrust deep inside, hilting himself fully inside her. Obviously, it wasn't possible to reassign her baby's father to her own, rather than her brother, but it was a fantasy I knew Flynn had, and it would play well for the OnlyGirls audience.

Flynn moaned, loud and long, and I angled myself to capture the moment his cock flexed, jerking seed from his testicles into his daughter's pregnant hole. Jet after jet of sperm fired into her, and her father thrust three or four more times, a thick dribble of his cum splattering out of her onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her passionately, their tongues darting between one another, tasting needily.

"He just fucked his inbred daughter! Her brother planted his baby inside, but now their father painted her insides with his daddy jizz!" I narrated the video, my voice excited and aroused in equal measure. I made certain to get close-ups on Flynn's cock, still fully immersed in his daughter, before getting closeups on each of their faces.

"Hey! Get out of my face!" Flynn grunted, pulling out of his little girl, a river of semen dripping from her freshly-fucked hole as she gasped. I grinned, taking a full frame of Flynn standing there. He looked a mess, neck flushed, cock still semi-erect, his formerly well-coiffed hair now a mess of salt and pepper in contrast to his full labcoat and button-down.

I ended the video, and returned my phone to my pocket, still smiling at him as I helped April to her feet. She was still dripping his genetic material, a slow river down her thighs.

"Did I do good, mommy?" She groaned as I helped her put her clothes back on, her fingers boneless and limp after her father's eager fucking.

"You did so well, baby." I brought my finger to her chin, tilting it upwards to kiss her, cleaning her mouth from where her deadbeat father had left his saliva.

"You're not going to post that anywhere, right?" Flynn's tone was suddenly full of concern, worried and regretful. The post-nut clarity was hitting him hard. April and I exchanged glances before smiling in his direction.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Flynn." I winked coquettishly.

"Yeah dad, I don't think this would really excite any of our viewers." April got in on the action as well, teasing her father. Flynn's eyebrows knit together with consternation, clearly unsure of whether or not we were lying to him.

"I'm not a pornstar, this could really impact my life, guys." He was clearly thinking a little more clearly than when he'd penetrated his daughter moments before.

"Flynn, where was this concern before?" I mocked him, gathering our things as I watched him struggle to regain his composure, snagging his pants and belt around his waist. "Surely a good father would've stopped his daughter from starting to make porn with her brother, no?" I watched fear, confusion, and anger flash across his face.

"We- you took my money, you crazy bitch! I wasn't supposed to need to be their father anymore!" April bit her lip, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I clenched my fist for a moment, wanting to bash his face in for a moment, but then I relaxed, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"You and I both know that you don't ever stop being a parent." I reached down, pulling my cardigan open to reveal my own slightly-swollen stomach, Lee's child already growing in my stomach. Flynn's eyes widened, and his breath hissed as he gasped through his teeth- he clearly hadn't watched our announcement stream. "The difference between us is that I get better with practice." April sniffled, and I wrapped my arm around her, guiding her out of the exam room.

Flynn didn't bother to try and stop us. I think the whole experience was more than his brain could really take. His last appointment of the day had sent him spiraling through layers of arousal, ecstasy, then brought him crashing back to earth with reality.

As we passed the next exam room, the door opened, and the pretty young nurse from before stuck her head out.

"Flynn-" She paused, surprised to see us still in the office. I could tell she was in a significant state of undress despite only her head and hands peeking out through the crack, holding her phone loosely. She'd evidently been texting him while he'd been fucking his daughter.

"You're too good for him, sweety." I gave her a small, sad smile, and tapped my phone against hers, air-dropping the video of her husband cheating on her with his daughter (who was younger than her, to boot!). Her eyes dropped to her phone, and she watched the scene unfolding on its screen with horror.

Part of me felt bad about that, but like I said, a much larger part of me had decided there could only be one happy ending, and it belonged to my new incest family.