My mom would tell other people the story of my birth at inappropriate and awkward times to strangers she crossed paths with. I would be standing next to her, holding her hand, my 5 year old big eyes staring at the stranger in the aisle of a grocery store. The stranger would lean down to squeeze my cheek with a nervous laughter and hover us for a couple more aisles. Most of the time, they were adult men with thick mustaches, and sometimes grannies. My mom would squeeze my hand in hers with a wink, wrinkles showing around her eyes and mouth. I would be instructed to stay by the cart when she needed to use the store’s bathroom. She would come back 10 minutes later or more. When she came back out, she’d grab my hand to leave the store despite having a full cart of items. Rarely did we actually ever check out the store items. As I grew, it only made it more and more awkward. Women avoided my mom like she was a plague of death, while men gravitated to her.
During 5th grade, we had public school sex education classes. Of which was not about sex, but what puberty would look like and what to expect. It included birth, where babies came from. I remember sitting in the back of the classroom, my cheeks grew hot when the scene of a vagina expelling a baby was projected on the wall. However, the big difference was- it was obviously a painful ordeal. My mom described my birth as orgasmic, and I shot out of her like a water geyser, with my father shooting his cum all over my newborn gross body.
In 6th grade, I finally confronted my Mom about how it was extremely embarrassing to tell people the events of my birth. Nobody ever needed to know how my mom’s best orgasms in her entire life was from pushing me out of her vaginal tunnel into the new world. It was an exaggerated, if not fake, story that needed to be buried with all other embarrassing stories of myself.
Mom was hurt that I didn’t believe the full story of my erotic birth. Not hurt that I wanted her to stop telling strangers of the erotic birth, but that I didn’t believe her. So to my dismay, as a 13 year old, she showed me the VHS video of my first birthday. Forever will that video make me cringe. Forever had it changed my whole life for better or worse, still not decided. She was not exaggerating whatsoever.
The VHS tape began in the living room being filmed by a friend who majored in film and theatre. The furniture was different, but it was most definitely the same room we were sitting in, watching this. Mom and Dad were on either side of me, their fingers intertwined across my lap, giddy to start the video.
The camera focused on my parents, zooming closer to their intimate parts and actions. The filmer had no shame or embarrassment to get as close as possible while cheering along to the ‘beautiful’ moment.
“Oh my fuck! Jerry! I can feel her coming!” My parents were literally fucking, his penis inside her anus, as her cervix opened up to the camera view. And at each contraction, she screamed of pleasure and maybe even orgasmed, as my dad screamed cumming into her. She laid in missionary style, holding her large, swollen angry pregnant belly with both hands. “Oh god yes! Yes, that's it. Yes-yes-yes, I feel another one coming!” My mom scrunched her face as she bored further down into the couch, holding her breath. Jerry continued to thrust his engorged penis in and out of her anus, holding her legs up to give more pelvic room. A horrific groan came out of her once she released the push. “I need to change position, I need to be on my hands and knees. Quickly now, before another contraction.”
The contractions grew closer and closer, both were screaming and moaning together more frequently. His penis grew even more as he thrusted harder, increasing his speed as he rode her doggy style. He grunted loudly while squeezing her hips with his hands as another wave of contraction hit her. Her water broke, she gasped, and quickly felt the vaingal lips with her fingers to estimate how far along she was. Her fingers were soaked in the amniotic fluid that was still gushing out of her. The couch was soaked and poured onto the carpet. Her belly was considerably lower and thinner, no longer having the amniotic fluid inside. My infant body was actively, angrily pushing through her womb to vagina to the new world no matter the amount of pain it caused. But apparently that pain was more of a turn-on to my mom, who welcomed the start of ‘Ring of fire’ with gasps and moans, rubbing her clit the whole time.
“Don’t stop! I’m almost there! God, don’t fucking stop!” Her hand remained at the opening of her vagina, ready to catch my head, and casually playing with her clit. The other hand was positioned on the arm of the couch to steady herself. “I need to be on the floor,” she huffed between the thrusts.
My dad pulled his penis out abruptly and assisted my mom to the floor. Speckles of blood from her torn anus gathered to the already ruined carpet. She was bow-legged, her palm holding the opening to her vagina, my head just starting to open her lips, almost to the “Ring of Fire”. My whole infant body weight sat just below her hips, her muscles extremely fatigued. She moaned, struggled to get down to the floor to rest on her forearms. “Get back inside me already! It’s fucking burning! She’s almost here! Keep fucking me goddammit!” She was back in the doggy position, this time knowing the baby, me, will be born in this position. Her fingers quickly found the clit.
Her whole body, swollen pregnant belly swaying, moved along the steady rhythm of the penis violently thrusting in and out to a mediocre rhythm. “Don’t fucking stop! There! God, yes, there!!” She screamed throughout the house. My dad forced his thick penis as far into her anus as possible with violent deep thrusts, causing her to scream in agony. A gush of orgasmic squirt shot out before birthing me. Then everything happened at the same time.
“I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming, I’m FUCKING CUMMING!!” My dad’s face scrunched up with his mouth open, my mom panting short quick breaths. He rode the cum-flation into my mom as long as he could, bursting into her anus over and over. It was a cum-fountain inside her anus with no sign of stopping.
Everyone screamed. I screamed angrily, now in a brand new world, bursting past the vaginal lips. My mom screamed and squirted all over my face from her own climax. My dad screamed and screamed, holding onto his penis like a water hose unable to stop. Mom couldn’t stop squirting on top of me and into the carpet, the same carpet I was looking at. It was a sweet taste, she told me, her squirt all over my face as I cried into my new world.
My baby self wailed outside of Mom’s vagina as my dad finished cumming, pushing his softening penis against her anus, his cum dripping onto my newborn disfigured shaped head. The rest of my body wasn’t out yet. My dad listened to Mom’s groans, moans, and begging for him to not stop; his penis was back to business quickly with his thrusting. She needed to push one more time to release me. Mom took a deep breath followed by short breaths, focused on my dad’s rhythmic thrusting, and waited for the feeling of the need to push again. Her fingers suddenly gripped the carpet and her hips were bored down, and she screamed. And screamed. And screamed. My dad’s fingers dug into my mom’s hips, willing it all to end quickly. With a gush of fluid and last scream, the rest of my body was finally pushed out into the new world. Dad screamed while his thick cum covered my whole body and the still attached umbilical cord.
Neither had clothes on, nor planned to cover up any time soon. They moved to the couch together with a slow, steady movement to a missionary position. While still attached to the umbilicord, she cradled me up to her chest, tears rushing down her face. My suckling mouth quickly found her teat and I relaxed into a drunken state of milk and bliss. My dad’s penis grew back to an erection despite cumming multiple times and he re-entered her anus, thrusting gently while I suckled fiercely away. The video showed me nursing her teat as my father caressed her thighs, his hips moving back and forth with slight images of his penis here and there, behind her disfigured vagina, into her anus. They both looked so serene and proud; this was what they were destined to do their whole life and they finally accomplished it.
“What the actual fuck, you guys?” I breathed heavily. I had a pool of wetness in my underwear, which had never happened to me before. Did my period come back so soon? I wanted to leave, I needed to get out of this living room as soon as possible.
“We are just so happy you are our child and grateful for such an easy, pleasurable birthing experience. The other ones weren’t as easy and required us to have a midwife with us.” My mom played with my wavy messy long hair.
“You’re saying I’m not your only child? You’ve had other children? I have brothers and sisters?” My heart was thumping in my ears.
“No no, you don’t have any brothers or sisters. You’re my only child. I’ve just given birth to many children, perfecting the experience until the day I would meet you, my love.” Mom said, with my dad nodding in agreement. “The other ones were for other families- I was their surrogate. You were the one I chose to keep and love.” My mom and dad fiddled their intertwined fingers on my lap, smiling at each other. I jumped up to make way to my bedroom quickly. I looked back at the spot I was just in and saw a dark splotch of where my vagina leaked fluid. I ran to my bedroom. I hid underneath my blankets, begging for my heart to slow down.
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