#37
Christina didn’t believe it.
“Mom, you’re still young.”
“I’ll be reaching 40 this year, my dear. Even the doctor told me there’s no possibility of getting pregnant anymore.”
“You asked?”
Allison nodded her head.
“I had my check-up last week. With your brother being vigorous, I have to. But the news is disappointing, as you can see,” she said, her expression darkening in sadness.
“Mom, you still have menstruation. If you do, it means you can still get pregnant. That’s science.”
“Actually, I don’t.”
“What?! Since when?!”
“Probably since a month ago. I didn’t have menstruation.”
“That’s because you’re taking your pills, right?”
“Yes, I considered that. But apparently, it’s not from the pills. I got my menopause early… it seems like Mom, your grandmother, is the same. She also experienced her menopause when she was mid-thirties. I just discovered it late.”
“Is that already confirmed?”
Allison nodded before she let out a loud moan.
Christina then watched as she squirmed a little, clearly enjoying how William was sucking her breasts.
“What about Daniela? Is that idiot taking her pills properly?”
“I don’t know. She said she’s taking it,” Allison replied while sliding her hand under the blanket to her son’s cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and she stroked him slowly.
“Mom. You need to make sure!”
“What your sister wants to do, let her do it. That’s her decision to make, Tina. And besides, when I know that our family gets an early expiration, I think it would be good for her to get pregnant as soon as possible. She’s the right age already. And she’s about to graduate from her college.”
Christina didn’t agree to that. However, if what her mother said is true, then indeed, it’s better to get pregnant as soon as possible. She doesn’t believe that idiot of a sister would be able to find a man even if she sells herself in the street. At the very least, with William, she has a chance to conceive.
Getting pregnant is a woman’s greatest dream. And although she doesn’t like Daniela, she is still her sister, so she meant the best for her.
Christina didn’t argue with her mother. She lie on the bed, and spoon William. Her hands wrapped around his waist, her hand on his chest.
“Did William know what you’re planning for Daniela?”
Allison shook her head, “I haven’t told him yet. Besides, Daniela also said she has no plan to get pregnant for now. So, I’ll just leave that to her.”
Christina hugged William from behind and kissed the back of his neck, “I still can’t believe it, though, that William would agree to this situation. He’s always, I don’t know, just like other guys who steer away from girls. Didn’t he always say he would only have sex after getting married to the woman of his dream, or something? What happened to that?”
“I don’t know.”
Christina looked at her mother, “Come on, Mom. Tell me. I won’t believe William would just suddenly change one day and ask you to have sex. No way.”
Allison looked at her daughter and shook her head with a wry smile.
“But that’s what just happened.”
Christina looked at her mother in doubt. “I’m not dumb, Mom. Did you all conspire to drag William into the bed? Did you force him?”
“It’s not what you think.”
Christina frowned, annoyed at the vagueness. “That’s not an answer.”
“No, it isn’t.” Allison’s lips curved into that faint smirk again, her thumb brushing William’s temple with an almost proprietary gentleness. She let the silence hang, deliberately, until Christina shifted in frustration.
“I told you, it just… happens. I don’t even know where or when it started. But he changed. That’s all.”
Christina blinked, her brow furrowing. “Changed?”
Allison considered telling the truth about Daniela forcing the first step, but she shook that thought away.
That would light a fuse she wasn’t interested in setting off—not now.
“Daniela?” Christina pressed, suspicion flaring.
Allison’s smirk widened just a touch.
“Do you believe Daniela has the guts to force him?”
Christina froze. For all her bluster, she knew her mother was right. Daniela was an idiot—loud, obsessed, and reckless—but she wouldn’t cross that line. As much as she was crazy for William, she’d never hurt him.
Christina exhaled through her nose, half a growl.
“Fine. But the fact that all of you left me in the dark doesn’t change.”
“You left yourself in the dark, dear.” Allison countered softly. “You were too busy running from your own feelings. Running straight into some random boy’s arms. Not that it’s wrong to try, but… from what I see, you don’t love that boy. You’re just running away from your feelings for your brother.”
“Can you even blame me? William would rather see me dead than look my way.”
Allison smiles wryly at her daughter. Yes, she can’t blame her. After all, she understood her pain.
“Well, that was before,” Allison said smoothly. “He’s different now.”
Christina heaved a sigh.
“…Then tell me,” Christina muttered, her eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and irritation. “Who else has he been with?”
Allison tilted her head, pretending to ponder the question just to watch her daughter squirm. A sly smile tugged at her lips.
“Do you really want to know all the details? It might make you jealous.”
Christina’s jaw tightened, her cheeks flushing slightly. “…Yes. Just spill it.”
“All right.” Allison’s voice was smooth, calm, as if she were reciting a grocery list.
“Daniela was first. She has her ways, as you might imagine. Then me, of course. After that, Celestina got pulled in…”
“I knew it,” Christina interrupted, scoffing. “That gay brat! She’s just pretending to be gay, but she’s no different from Daniela. The pervert!”
Allison chuckled, her fingers still idly stroking William’s hair as he suckled at her nipple in his sleep.
“Your brother seduced her, plain and simple. He has a way of charming them right into his bed.”
“What? No way that happens.” Christina stared at her mother in disbelief, her voice rising a notch. But Allison only laughed lightly, unfazed.
“Sadly, yes. And it doesn’t stop there,” Allison continued, her tone teasing. “He even seduced Julia—you know, Celes’ girlfriend. Now Julia drops by the house every chance she gets, sneaking off to climb into William’s bed for a quick fuck. The girl comes here almost every day.”
“No way,” Christina breathed, shaking her head as if to clear the image from her mind. Her skepticism hung in the air, thick as the warmth of their bodies pressed together on the bed.
“Just how did my brother turn into such a total manwhore?
Allison shrugged, her free hand trailing down William’s back in a possessive caress. “I don’t know what flipped the switch in him, but the house has never been livelier. So, I don’t mind your brother’s change. Only, it would be a problem if he also acts the same outside. So I hope you and your sisters would help me protect our little horny dog.”
Christina frowned, glancing down at William’s peaceful form nestled against their mother. If he’d really developed this insatiable appetite for sex, it would be a disaster if he let his guard down in public—flirting with every woman who caught his eye, or worse, getting cornered by some opportunistic strangers.
The thought sent a shiver through her, not entirely unpleasant.
“Did you contact the MPA yet? To beef up security around him?”
“Not yet,” Allison admitted, her expression turning more serious. “But I’m planning to bring it up during his first Semen Inspection next week. The Agency won’t ramp up protection without a solid reason, especially here in our district. This place is one of the safest in the country—they don’t like wasting resources on what might seem like overblown paranoia from a worried mom.”
Christina nodded slowly, her mind racing.
“When exactly is that inspection? Wednesday, right?”
“Yep, next Wednesday. With how he’s been lately—always eager for a release—I doubt there’ll be any fuss. He’ll go to the Center without a fight.”
Last time, William had flat-out refused. He’d ignored the summons, ranting about the place being a “den of perverts who prey on men for their cum.”
Allison knew the rumors swirled around the Center like smoke—the forced inspections, the invasive procedures—but she dismissed most of it as exaggerated gossip. It was a government facility, after all, dedicated to safeguarding men, the country’s most precious resource. Without them, society would grind to a halt.
“Isn’t this his final warning?” Christina pressed, her voice laced with concern. “If he skips again, they’ll have to drag him in for a forced one.”
And that’s where the horror stories really took root: men hauled off in restraints, milked dry under clinical lights. But Allison agreed with the government over this action. Although she didn’t voice it out. She believed it was necessary—in the current generation, men have become wary of everything. Of girls. Of women who run the country. Without the necessary force, they would never care about the current situation.
“There’s no need to worry,” she said confidently, pressing a kiss to the top of William’s head. “He’ll go willingly this time. Trust me.”
Christina looked down at her brother, still latched onto their mother’s breast, his lips working rhythmically even in slumber. She trusted her mother’s instincts, but doubts lingered like a shadow.
Even hearing about William’s sudden lustful transformation, she couldn’t fully buy it.
People don’t change that fast, do they?
And a man who craved sex nonstop?
Impossible.
She’d heard tales—women bragging about lovers who fucked for hours, cumming bucket after bucket—but those were just ego boosts, fantasies spun by women who liked to feel superior.
Adulthood had taught her the harsh reality: men were reserved, cautious, not these mythical studs from dirty stories.
Yet here was William, her brother, proving her wrong in the flesh.
Is William really that lustful?
Curiosity burned hotter than her skepticism.
She let her hand slide down, tentative at first, brushing over the sheet covering his lower body. Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, wrapping around his cock. It was warm, heavy in her palm, the skin smooth and veined.
Well, this could settle it once and for all, she thought, a thrill sparking in her core as she began to stroke him—slow, deliberate pumps from base to tip.
She watched intently, half-expecting him to stir, but he only sighed against Allison’s skin, his shaft twitching and thickening under her touch, growing rigid and pulsing with each firm jerk.
…
Warmth pressed against William before his mind was even fully awake.
The steady weight of an arm looped across his chest, the slow rise and fall of soft breathing against his neck—it was his mother. Of course, it was Allison.
He cracked one eye open, finding her hair scattered across his shoulder like dark silk. For a moment, he simply stayed there, letting the early morning hush cradle him. But as his awareness sharpened, he realized just how firmly she was clinging to him.
He chuckled under his breath.
“You’re heavy, you know.”
“Mm.” Her voice was muffled, stubbornly burying her face deeper into the crook of his neck. “Deal with it. You’re warm. I’m not letting go, my dear.”
Her words were simple, casual even, but William felt them dig in beneath his skin.
Still, the heat was starting to get to him. He squirmed a little. “Seriously, Mom. It’s like hugging a furnace.”
“Good.” She only pressed closer, deliberately rubbing her cheek against him. “Means you can’t escape.”
“Oh, really?” He shifted again, lightly pushing at her shoulder with a half-hearted attempt to free himself. “I’ll escape. Watch me.”
Allison’s answer was a muffled laugh, then the sudden pressure of her body rolling with his as he tried to slip away. In seconds, the quiet morning transformed into a playful struggle.
William twisted, but Allison clung stubbornly, locking her legs around his waist as though he were prey she would never let go.
He tugged at her arms, but she only giggled and nuzzled her face harder against him, her hair tickling his chin.
“Mom, you stubborn—”
He rolled, trying to dislodge her, but she used his movement against him.
In a fluid motion, she caught his wrists and pushed him flat onto the mattress, straddling his hips in triumph.
William blinked up at her, breathless, pinned beneath her weight.
“Not fair. You cheated.”
“Cheating?” Her smirk widened as she leaned down, her hair brushing his cheek. “No, dear. That’s called winning.”
“No, that’s what we call chea-!”
William was cut off when her lips found his in a hungry kiss, her tongue invading his mouth.
He whimpered into the kiss, body betraying him by responding to her mother’s touch. Her hands roamed his body, sliding down to grip his ass.
“You really have a beautiful ass, dear. I bet you can put a kid on any girl you want.”
“Not as beautiful as yours. How about we try putting a kid in your oven?” William mused. Although he was joking about it, Allison’s expression suddenly changed.
“That would have been nice,” she said with a lonely expression.
William didn’t know why she would suddenly make that expression. Or rather, putting a kid on his mother?
Although after his talk with Delilah, his worries about children have disappeared. It doesn’t mean he would immediately want to have a kid. That’s the least thing on his list for now.
In fact, he has yet to even consider pregnancy at all despite always cumming inside her sisters and mother’s.
Although they always assured me that they are taking pills…
But is that really true?
What should I do if they suddenly get pregnant?
Just as he was thinking about that, his thoughts were suddenly cut off when Allison’s hand slid down his body, her fingers finding his cock, which was already swollen and sensitive. He gasped as his mother began stroking his cock.
She kissed him again, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tangling with his.
The kiss was gentle at first, a mere brushing of lips that grew more insistent, more demanding, as Allison’s tongue flicked out to trace the seam of his mouth.
His body responded instinctively, his arms winding around his mother’s neck, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat coming off of his mother in waves, her arousal a potent scent that filled the room.
Their kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as Allison’s hand slid down to play with his chest, her thumb teasing the nipple. William gasped into the kiss, his body arching into the touch.
“This is why I can’t pass a morning fuck~” she said, her voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down William’s spine. “You’re so hard. You’re so ready for me.”
William could only nod, his eyes glazed with desire as Allison’s fingers wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in the most delicious way. His mother’s touch was firm and knowing, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.
“Do you feel good, my sweet?” she asked, her breath hot and tickling.
William nodded. “Y-yes. Fuck! Mom, let me go. I want to fuck you!” he grumbled, struggling to free himself from Allison’s body pin. However, as always, his mother’s physical strength was greater than his, so he felt as if he were trying to push a boulder.
“Oh no, dear. I’ll be on top. You need to take care of your old mother~”
With a quick movement, she straddled William’s face and pressed her pussy on his lips.
“Mom?!”
“Don’t worry there, it’s already been licked clean.”
Licked clean? Did she mean she had washed it or something? What a weird way to say it. William wondered. In fact, it’s already clean of his cum, and as always, it has that pleasant musky pussy scent he started to get addicted to recently.
Allison’s eyes never left William’s, her heart racing as her son parted her folds with gentle precision.
The feeling of those soft, warm lips against her most sensitive spot was, as always, unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if a dam had broken, and a flood of sensation washed over her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body arching off the bed.
“Fuck~!”
Unlike other men, William was always eager and obedient in licking her pussy. This was something she had never heard a man would do. Even the married women in her work always talk about wishing their husbands could be aggressive in bed, or obedient, doing what they want. But she hasn’t heard of anyone, not a single man to do what William was willing to do.
“Aahhh~ yes! That, right there, sweety. Yes, suck that, hmm, so good!”
Her son’s tongue danced over her clit, her eyes watching his every reaction. She could feel the tension building in her son’s body, the sweet taste of his arousal growing stronger with each passing moment.
William knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to coax her body into submission.
FUCK! He eats me so well, ah~
Allison whimpered like a crazy woman, fingers tangled in his hair as he ate her out.
