So I was browsing the incest threads on the archive, and I came across something that I wrote on Anon and forgot about.  I do that a lot; almost to the point where one might suspect me of picking up anonymously-posted greentext and claiming them as my own.

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>She will never ride you and the only things you hear are the wet slaps of your hips meeting together and the bed springs.
>With Maud giving her expressionless look.

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>Your aunt towers over you, looking at you as blandly as ever.
>In fact, for all the emotion she shows, you would never guessed that she was molesting you.
>You figured it out, though; the clue was that Auntie Maud's hand was shoved down the front of your pants.
"A-Auntie Maud?"
>Aunt Maud blinks at you and tilts her head in (very) mild curiosity.
>"What is it, Anonymous?"
>She asks with the air of someone discussing the state of drying paint.
"Wh-What are we gonna do on the bed?"
>Aunt Maud stops jacking you off just long enough to put her hands on your chest and shove you backwards onto the bed in question.
>Before you know it, your aunt has forcibly removed your shirt and pants.
>Any attempt to stand up is met with your Aunt's freakish Pie family strength.
>She holds you down as though you were a fussy toddler and she's trying to give you a bath.
>"We're going to have sexual intercourse, Anonymous," she says matter-of-factly, "We will continue until you culminate inside of my vagina. I wish to conceive a child."
>She removes her shirt and slides her pants down her legs, kicking them into a corner
>As usual, Aunt Maud isn't wearing any underwear
>"I have been unable to find a viable romantic partner," she says, crawling on top of you, "I have decided that you are a suitable substitute."
>With surprising tenderness, Aunt Maud cups your cheek and leans forward to kiss you on the lips.
>"As to what we are doing on the bed, I understand that traditional coupling takes place in one's bedroom. It-"
>What did she just say to you?
"Wh-What do you mean, conceive a child?"
>Aunt Maud blinks slowly, one eye at a time
>"I desire a child to raise and to love, Anonymous," she explains as she lines your cock up with her warm entrance, "You have proven yourself to be a suitable partner. I have absolute faith that you will be an adequate father to our child."
>You grab her by the waist, intent on pushing her off
"Now wait just a-"
>And then she slams her hips down.

>"What do you want to name our child, Anonymous?"
>Aunt Maud bounces up and down, slamming her crotch onto your's with a wet smack.
>The heat inside is unreal.
>"I am thinking 'Bauxite'."
>Aunt Maud leans down and, still pinning you down, gets into position and starts kissing you.
>You reluctantly move your lips against her's.
>In between kisses, Aunt Maud continues her wandering tirade.
>" 'Bauxite' is a unisex name, Anonymous."
>She grabs your hand and places it on her left breast, squeezing it and encouraging you to play with the titflesh
>"Did you know that? Many geology-themed names tend not to be gender specific."
>Her nose twitches minutely just as her pussy starts clutching at your member, and you realize that Aunt Maud just came.
>"That is because rocks do not have genders," she says, unimpeded by her orgasm, "They are just rocks."
>The room is silent after that.
>Your aunt seemingly has no more desire to speak, and you're too busy trying to find your happy place to really make with any riveting conversation or sexy flirting.
>"Okay," says Aunt Maud eventually, slowly nodding her head, "We will name our child 'Bauxite'. What do you want to name our second child?"
>Your heart skips a beat when you remember that Pies always have large families.

>You are Anon, and you are having mixed feelings about the birth of your child.
>You're standing beside your aunt Maud's bed, watching as she holds her newborn baby in her arms.
>The child looks normal, despite her parents.
>"She's perfect."
>Maud said that so matter-of-factly that you barely even heard the emotion in her voice.
>Your aunt speaking in anything other than a bland monotone is a rarity in this house, and to hear her sounding almost choked up nearly floors you.
>Aunt Maud looks over at you with a small, peaceful smile on her face.
>"Bauxite has your eyes, Anonymous."
>She turns back to her baby - YOUR baby - and gazes down at her with what passes for loving adoration for an emotionless woman like Maud.
>"Two brilliant emeralds glinting in the morning sun. They aren't gray like rocks, but I like them anyway."
>She slowly reaches out a finger and gently boops little Bauxite on the nose, making her squirm.
>"I like them a lot."