Chapter 9

Two weeks had passed since the church stint. It was a lazy afternoon that concluded with a sexual romp. Mom rode me cowgirl style and had just finished an orgasm when we heard the doorbell ring. Pulling off, she threw on a robe and went to answer it. When she returned, she held a package. With a curious look, she unwrapped it and discovered the nighties she had lent to Lena. There was an envelope; Mom quickly opened it.

She read, “Thanks for the use of your lingerie. We won’t be needing it any longer. Unfortunately, some of the nighties are in shreds. I tried wearing them after our session at the church, and Axel couldn’t remove them fast enough. I’ve enclosed a gift card for a thousand dollars to cover the cost. Sorry about that, but it’s mainly your fault for turning my son into a motherfucker. I can never repay you enough for how much you’ve improved my life. Thank you very much!”

Mom smiled. “Another mother and son enjoying life as much as we do. I feel good about helping them.”

The rest of the day flew by and when we retired for the night, I asked, “How about a movie?”

Watching movies had a different meaning for us. The videos of Brooke and me at the cabin were on DVDs, and we routinely watched Brooke model her nighties with the fuck scene that followed. It made both of us hotter when we made love, watching our homemade porn. I hadn’t shown one of the seduction scenarios that Brooke and I had made. I thought it would be a perfect time to watch it - my favorite. I inserted the video and resumed my position on the bed. Mom crawled on me and assumed reverse cowgirl. We enjoyed fucking in that position so both of us could watch.

After Mom got up to a good pace, she said, “Okay, start it up. I’m ready.”

I clicked the play button, and it began with a scene of Brooke’s nude body, barely concealed in a sheer blue nightie, similar to Mom’s. She wore a sleeping mask, and Mom immediately increased her humping when she recognized the scenario. It was the reenactment of the first time Mom and I made love. When I crept up on the bed to Brooke in the video, I repeated the identical phrases I had spoken to Mom.

The vivid memories of caressing and worshiping Mom’s body made it easy to repeat our joining accurately. During the scene when I first entered Brooke and fucked her to an orgasm, Mom climaxed on my prick. I didn’t move because I knew Mom would want to watch the entire video.

Mom didn’t pull off or rest while she kept humping. Her gaze locked onto my performance with Brooke. Each step of the seduction set off mini-orgasms from Mom. Brooke had memorized Mom’s lines perfectly and performed flawlessly. I wanted to say something but didn’t want to interrupt Mom’s focus which was watching and listening to the show.

When I erupted in Brooke, and we pronounced our love for each other in the video, Mom’s major orgasm hit her. Her pussy squeezed hard and long. My prick exploded, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me while my load of virile, hot sperm jettisoned. My forceful release catapulted Mom into another climax. She was on fire and continued to slam her pelvis against mine. After my prick ceased throbbing, she dropped and rested until my softened cock escaped.

Pulling off, she turned and melded her body into mine. Her facial expression reflected her love and passion. Her eyes sparkled, and her face glowed more than usual. She kissed me tenderly and cooed, “Thank you so much. That was incredibly hot. Your memories of our initial coupling are identical to mine. We’ll never forget our first time, or today, for that matter.”

I agreed and soothingly stroked her back while we recovered. She hugged me tighter than usual, lovingly caressing my tired, sweaty body.

“I have a perfect idea of what we can buy with the gift card,” Mom purred.

“What is it, Mom?”

“I have a present for you, and it’s the right time to give it to you.” She kissed me tenderly and whispered, “We need to purchase some maternity clothes.”

Emotions of joy and pride flowed through me when Mom disclosed that she was pregnant with our child. “That’s wonderful! I love you so much, Mom. It’s the perfect gift to show our love for each other.”

We hugged each other, basking in the thrill of creating our child. We lay in bed with our stomachs melded as one, hoping our baby would experience our love.

Yawning and stretching, I leisurely awoke from a restful sleep. Last night’s discussion hit me. I smiled wide, looking over to Mom while she blissfully slept. My baby grew in my beautiful mother, and I was going to pamper her more than ever through her pregnancy. Quietly slipping out of our bed, I threw on my robe and went to the kitchen to prepare Mom’s favorite breakfast.

Mary wasn’t home, sleeping at one of Charlotte’s girlfriend’s houses. Charlotte was so thankful for the church activity that she had offered us a way to satisfy my sister’s sexual appetite. Charlotte introduced Mary to her lesbian harem, and my sister took advantage, regularly hooking up with one or more of them for a fun night.

Since it was the weekend, I allowed Mom to sleep as long as possible. When I heard her stir, I ran to help her out of bed. After gently kissing her, I said, “Good morning, Mom. Take a shower, and when you come out, I’ll have breakfast ready.”

She kissed me back. “Don’t you want to help your Mommy wash? She’s all dirty and could use some son love,” she said sexily.

Our previous sessions in the enclosed cubicle ended with us banging and bumping into the walls. I wasn’t taking the chance of hurting our child. “No, Mom. The food is already cooking, and I don’t want to burn anything,” I lied.

Her sorrowful look broke my heart. “Okay, see you in a bit.” My prick hardened when I watched her nude body enter the bathroom. Maybe it wasn’t too late to change my mind.

Reluctantly, I went to the kitchen and finished cooking. Mom appeared in her short robe; I dashed to pull her chair out for her to sit.

She smiled when she saw her favorite meal in front of her. We ate and talked about turning my old bedroom into a nursery. When we finished, I rose and helped Mom out of her chair. She kissed me and untied our robe belts, our mouths mashed together.

“Sit, Mike,” she pointed to her chair I had shoved away from the table.

She sounded serious, so I didn’t argue. As soon as I was seated, she removed her robe and spread mine apart before resting on my thighs. After pulling my robe off my shoulders, her hands caressed my chest before grasping my manhood. “I’m your mother, and I know what you’re thinking. You think my pregnancy has turned me into a fragile, delicate flower, don’t you?”

My earlier suspicions that she could read my mind were confirmed. “Sorry, Mom. I guess I might have gone a little overboard. I love you so much. I don’t want to harm you or our baby.”

“The woman’s body is designed to protect her child. Treat me as you always would. You can start by practicing feeding on me.”

She pushed her chest out, and I quickly latched onto her nearest nipple. Her hands gripped the sides of my head and pulled me tight to her taut teat. “That’s my baby. Suck them hard and get used to it. I’m a heavy milker; I’ll need you to help relieve the pressure when I begin feeding our baby.”

My sucking increased while my other hand teased her other breast. I switched back and forth until both brown tips were fully engorged. Mom’s steady moaning and wandering hands signaled her excited state. “Pull off for a second, dear,” she commanded.

Scooting closer, she pushed my cock down and sat on my thighs. My prick sprung up and nestled along her moist, thick lips. She rocked back and forth, sliding her soaked trench against the top of my shaft. When my bloated cap scraped across her clit, she groaned and released more pre-cum. My prick was well-oiled and ready to drill her pussy.

She rose until her puffy outer lips gripped my cockhead. Dropping hard, she impaled herself and didn’t stop until her ass slammed against my legs. “Keep sucking, baby. Milk your mommy while your prick feeds my pussy.”

Gladly obeying her, my mouth and hands obeyed her commands. She rose and dropped several more times, fucking herself on my rod. When her frantic humping knocked me off her distended tip, she yelled, “Don’t let go; bite and hold my nipples. Pull them until I cum on your beautiful prick.”

Lightly gripping her dark-brown nub with my teeth, I pinched the other and pulled both of them. Mom bucked frantically, and it wasn’t long before her pussy seized and released her juices. When she pulled off, I ceased teasing her sensitive breasts. Resting on my legs, she kissed me. “Jesus, I can’t wait until you can really feed on me. That turns me on so much.”

“It’ll be fun,” I agreed. “Even more so when our baby and I nurse together.”

She rose and held her arms out to help me up before pulling me to her nude body. The same thrill shot through me as always when our bare flesh meshed together. My prick pressed into her soft stomach.

She pulled back and bent over the kitchen sink, holding onto the faucet handles. She spread her legs and ordered, “Fuck your mommy as hard as you want.”

Mounting my mother, I slammed to the bottom. Her well-oiled channel welcomed back my familiar prick. Holding her hips, I fucked her furiously for ten minutes. “Harder, Mike. Slam me into the sink.”

“Fucking you hard, Mom!” I screamed, my hips slapping against hers. When I released my grip, she collided with the counter edge. Mom’s grunting, along with the banging and sloshing noises, filled the room. Her pussy surrendered, flooded my shaft, and imprisoned my prick in her spasming crevice. My orgasm quickly followed. Smashing against her cervix, my boiling cum splattered her insides and overflowed from her saturated slot.

When my balls finished spewing my reservoir of semen, I slowly backed off and dragged out a blob of cum. My dangling balls were coated with our sticky, gooey love juices. Mom’s quivering pussy pulsed and purged our mixed juices from her battered pussy. Streams of our spent cream dripped down the insides of her thighs.

“Beautiful,” chirped a familiar feminine voice behind us.

Quickly turning, I was surprised to see Brooke watching us. Considering the noise we made during sex, it was easy to understand how she had entered without knocking. “How long have you been here?”

She walked over and kissed me. “Hello to you, too,” she laughed. “Your mom gave me a key a few weeks ago. She called me last night and told me to come over to watch you doggy-fuck her this morning. It was a spectacular show.”

“The women I love most are here. I’m glad you approve of my performance.”

Brooke kneeled and licked the cum from Mom’s thighs. “Boy, you sure had a load. Did any of it stay inside?”

Mom smiled and replied, “Not much. It’s what happens when you’re carrying a child. We don’t want all of his fluid drowning my poor baby.”

Brooke screeched, “You’re pregnant? Congratulations. I can’t wait to see if my pussy does the same since I’m in the same predicament.” She resumed her cleanup of Mom’s flesh.

Mom exclaimed, “That’s wonderful news! How long have you known?”

“Last night, after you called. Silly me, thinking I would be the center of attention when I announced my pregnancy,” she laughed. “It’s hard to outshine a horny mother.” Having licked Mom clean, she stood. I locked my lips on hers, tasting the remnants of our juices.

Mom turned and stood next to Brooke, smiling with approval.

“Both of you are glowing and radiant,” I complimented them. “You’re going to be wonderful mothers. Mom taught me this morning how to properly treat a pregnant woman. Neither of you needs to worry about me easing up on your sexy bodies.”

Mom turned to Brooke and pleaded, “We’re turning Mike’s room into a nursery. Why don’t we make it for multiple babies, and you move in with us?”

Brooke kissed Mom and replied, “I’d love to. It’ll take me a month to end my lease and pack up. It’s going to be so much fun being with you guys full-time. I’m afraid my lonely cougar life has come to an end. I’m enlisting into the army of Mike’s milfs.”

We laughed, and Mom’s expression turned serious. “Mary will freak out if she comes home and finds another woman in the house. She fears that someone will take Mike away from us. We’ll have to break the news gently to her.”

“Let me do it,” Brooke insisted. “After hearing the details of your seductions, I want to be included. Do you think I’d scare her off if I approached her romantically?”

Mom chuckled, “She’ll attack you like a horny bear. Maybe Mike didn’t tell you, but Mary spends most of her time cycling through a circle of lesbians. When she gets horny for cock, she comes here for her Mikey. He’s the only man she’ll allow to have her. Her strong attraction to sexy, older women will make it a snap.”

Brooke cupped Mom’s breasts and replied, “It’s understandable, with such a passionate mother. A plan is forming in my mind. When I finalize it, I’ll let you know.”

“Perfect, it’ll be a relief to introduce you to Mary, at last,” Mom asserted.

“You two better put on some robes, or you’re going to see how fast a horny woman can attack,” Brooke croaked hoarsely.

“I have a better idea, Brooke,” Mom surly replied. “You remove your clothes, and we’ll show Mike how much rough treatment two pregnant women can take. We’ll spend the rest of the day watching movies.”

My smile widened, and my prick jerked, knowing the day would once again test my stamina.

None of us were up for a round of morning sex after the previous day-long marathon. We ate and lounged around the house, knowing Mary was spending the weekend with one of Charlotte’s minions. In the late afternoon, Brooke explained her plan.

“We have a room at the back of the store we use for special customers. A few of our sales associates use their talents to entice wealthy clientele into buying an extensive selection of garments. I’ve reserved it for five next Friday. If you can convince Mary to show up and ask for me, I’ll attempt to seduce her by fitting her into a nightie.”

“Perfect,” Mom remarked. “I know her cycle, and next weekend she’ll be fertile. If you involve Mike, we can resolve both matters.”

“Mom,” I interrupted. “We need to get Mary horny again so she’ll be more vulnerable. On Wednesday, let’s convince her to abstain until Friday. Remember how horny she was when we did the same for you?”

“Good point,” Mom replied. “Horny and fertile. Remember what else happened when she hooked up with me? She loves it when you fuck her while she’s eating pussy.”

After finalizing our plans, Brooke left for her apartment.

Mary showed up Tuesday evening and informed us she would be home for a few days. Mom wore one of her nighties from Brooke’s wardrobe when we excused ourselves for some private time, leaving Mary on the couch.

Before Mary left for work the next day, Mom strode out in a different nightie. Looking frustrated, my sister asked, “Mom, how many nighties do you own? They’re so sexy, and from what I heard last night, they have quite an effect on Mikey.”

Mom smiled and replied, “There is a store I frequent, and one of the sales ladies employed there knows exactly the lingerie that flatters a woman best. I’ll call her and see if she can fit you in. Consider it an advance for your birthday present.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Mary chirped as she left for work.

Mom and I departed for work and were back home by one. Mary arrived at five when we all worked to prepare dinner. While eating, Mom announced, “Mary, I talked to Brooke today. She’s the lady at the lingerie store I mentioned. She’s reserved a time for you at five on Friday. I’ve already paid her and filled her in on your tastes.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’m looking forward to some new clothes. Maybe if I dress a little sexier, Daddy will pay more attention to his horny daughter instead of devoting all of his time to Mommy,” Mary chuckled. Catching my disapproving look, she stuck her tongue out at me. Remembering what Mom said, I laughed instead of haranguing her.

“I’m sure he will. In fact, let’s make a deal. If you don’t have sex until you return on Friday night, I’ll give him to you for the entire night,” Mom bargained with her daughter.

“Two days?” queried Mary. “I guess it won’t be too bad. Let’s up the ante. Mikey can’t have sex either. We’ll both be so horny that it’ll be a night to remember.”

“Deal, young lady,” I smiled, agreeing to her demands.

My sister had an easier time remaining abstinent than I did. My sexy mom sleeping by me and walking around our bedroom half-dressed drove me crazy. She helped by not instigating any foreplay, but it was still a long two days. My dear sister would receive a large load of sperm on Friday.

Before I left for my rendezvous, Mom kissed me long and hard. “Brooke and I talked today about your meeting with Mary. If everything goes according to plan, she’ll disclose all of our pregnancies to your sister.”

“Thanks, Mom. I felt uneasy about holding back information from her.”

I arrived at the store entrance thirty minutes before Mary’s scheduled time.

Brooke led me to the rear of the store and into the client’s room. It was plush and reminded me of the Minister’s private realm. Racks of nighties were staged along one wall, while three cubicles were lined up on the other side, walled with full-length mirrors.

A leisure chaise that looked like it belonged in a psychiatrist’s office was in the middle of the room. The fabric looked soft and weaved tight. Several lavish chairs surrounded it.

Brooke led me to one of the cubicles and swiveled the mirror, demonstrating how it could act as a door. A bench was inside. “When you sit here, you can turn the mirrors an inch or two and watch. I’ll be on the lounge, and she’ll be between us, so don’t worry about getting caught,” she instructed.

“Looks good. When do you want me to show myself?”

“It depends on how it goes. You’ll do good. Don’t worry.”

Her face radiantly glowed; she was looking forward to seducing Mary. I was positive that her flared, short skirt didn’t conceal any panties. “Brooke, you look incredible today. I won’t be upset if Mary doesn’t show up. I’d like to try out the casting couch with you.”

She held my hand and kissed it. “Poor baby,” she purred. “You’re as horny as I am. Want to see?”

Before I answered, she guided my hand under her skirt and jammed my fingers in her sopping slot. She smiled when she moved my hand back out. I quickly licked off her juices, and my prick jerked with excitement. “Damn, you’re hot. I’m envious of Mary.”

“It’s time,” she stated. “Strip and wait for the show.”

When she left, I yelled, “Break a leg.” She laughed before the door closed. After removing my clothes, I sat on the bench and practiced swiveling the different mirrors. Ten minutes later, Brooke and Mary walked through the door. Brooke pointed to a chair for Mary while she sat on the edge of the lounge.

Mary wore her work uniform and must have come directly from her shift. She looked apprehensive and nervous. Brooke reached out and held Mary’s hand. “Mary, Megan told me you’re looking for an outfit or two. Don’t be bashful around me. I’m here to assist you with whatever you require.”

Mary relaxed and replied, “How long have you known my mom? She’s never mentioned you before. Is this where she’s getting all her nightwear? The prices seem awfully high; she’s always been thrifty.”

“I’ve known Megan for quite some time,” Brooke replied. “I love working with her, and to tell you the truth, most of the nighties don’t cost her anything. I gift her the returned items that aren’t able to be resold. It’s what friends are for.”

Brooke’s lustful eyes traveled up and down Mary’s figure, commenting, “I have several items that look like they’d be perfect for your body type. You are lovely, and it’s easy to see your figure is similar to your mother’s. Let me retrieve one for you to try.”

Mary blushed at the compliment and stated, “I didn’t realize I was going to wear them. Isn’t it unusual to try on lingerie at a store? Can’t I take them home and see how they look?”

“Your mother would kill me,” Brooke replied. “She insists on my help for each outfit. I’m not one to brag, but your mother thinks of me as a fashionista.”

I almost laughed when she repeated what Mom called her at the cabin. She was enjoying the charade.

Mary fidgeted in her chair and nodded in agreement.

Brooke retrieved a see-through baby doll and took it to one of the dressing cubicles. “Throw your clothes on the bench. We’ll see how the first one suits you.”

After Mary was in the cubicle for a minute, she asked, “It’s awfully sheer. Maybe you have one that isn’t so thin?”

“It’s sexy lingerie, not pajamas,” Brooke stressed. “Men love seeing the shape of a sexy lady behind the material.”

No more objections emanated from behind the cubicle; Mary strolled out, looking ravenous. Her pink bra and panties were visible beneath the sheer fabric. I was surprised that she actually wore undies. I chalked it up that she had to change her ways with her new job. Mary looked at the mirrors and turned around several times, taking it in. Her smile signaled her approval.

“Come closer so I can see if we have to make any adjustments,” Brooke stated. Mary paraded closer and twirled, showing off her sexy body. Brooke’s hand gripped the hemline and moved it up and down while running her hand along Mary’s smooth flesh. Mary gasped but didn’t move away.

“It looks like we could make it a little shorter,” Brooke panted. “Your legs are beautiful and should be displayed as much as possible. Maybe high enough to expose your thighs. Are they as firm as your mother’s?” Her hand ran up the inside of Mary’s thigh and gently squeezed. Mary’s tits heaved while Brooke caressed her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, they’re as exquisite as Megan’s. You’re a lucky girl.”

Mary’s face turned beet-red, asking, “You’ve felt my mother’s thighs? Why would you do that?”

“It gives me a better idea of how much leg to show. Some women’s legs look good, but when they move, they’re unflattering. Megan was alarmed the first time, as well. She insisted I allow her to feel mine at the same time.”

“She did?” Mary asked. “Did it help her become more comfortable?”

Instead of replying, Brooke moved one of the chairs next to her and pulled Mary into it. Once seated, she guided my sister’s hands to Brooke’s firm thighs. Mary needed no more persuasion while she explored Brooke’s curvy legs. Mary’s heated arousal prompted her hand to go higher than Brooke had done.

Brooke’s panting increased with Mary’s. Pulling my sister’s hands off, she held them and said, “I can tell you’re already more at ease than when you entered. One other asset you should emphasize are your perky, firm breasts. Would you mind removing your bra so I can see how the fabric hugs your flesh?”

I’ve seen women strip off their bras under their dresses, but not nearly as quickly as Mary. She had to lean forward to slide it off her arms and when she straightened back up, her hard tips pressed against the silky material.

“Beautifully shaped,” Brooke gasped. “They don’t need any support. You shouldn’t wear a bra. Do your nipples become any harder?” Her hands cupped Mary’s breasts and teased her pointy nipples. Mary squirmed, her slit aching for relief.

Brooke knew she could rapidly advance now with Mary’s defenses lowered. Reaching under Mary’s nightie, her hands crept up to my sister’s pink panties. “One thing that drives men crazy is when you don’t hinder their access to your pussy. Let’s see how you look without your undies.”

Instead of objecting, Mary lifted her ass so Brooke could pull off her soiled garment. Brooke lustfully leered at Mary’s pussy hidden by the thin, silky nightie.

“Did Mom touch other body parts to get more comfortable, like your breasts?” Mary asked, begging.

Brooke slowly unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the side. Unsnapping her bra clasp, she croaked, “Remove it if you want, Mary. Megan always takes whatever she wants. I never deny her anything.”

The lust in Mary’s eyes grew when she realized Mom and the sexy sales lady were more intimate than casual acquaintances. After Mary tossed Brooke’s bra to the floor, her hands squeezed and mauled Brooke’s mounds. It was Brooke’s turn to moan. She licked her lips, and her pleading eyes lured Mary in for a kiss.

Brooke held Mary’s head tightly to hers while they French kissed. Mary’s hands groped Brooke’s luscious tits while Brooke slid Mary’s nightie to her groin. Brooke pulled my sister to her chest and hugged her tightly while their tongues battled. Brooke’s hand sought and found Mary’s sodden slot. Sticking two fingers in, Mary shrieked. I was afraid she had already cum when Mary suddenly pulled back.

“I’m so sorry, Brooke. I made a promise to my mom not to cum tonight. You’re driving me crazy and if we continue, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Brooke knew it was time. “You’re not the only one.” She leaned back, pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs. “My pussy is aching. Please help me. Your mother would never leave me hanging.”

Mary rose and stepped out of her nightie. Brooke had moved forward enough so Mary would have to kneel on the end of the lounge to reach her. Mary scrambled into position and shrieked, “Oh my god! Your bush is heart-shaped, just like my mom’s.”

From my vantage point, I couldn’t see Brooke’s modified bush, but my prick hardened when I learned she had trimmed her pussy into a heart. Brooke’s loud moans brought me back to the action when Mary smashed her mouth against Brooke’s pussy. She gripped Brooke’s ass and feasted on the sexy saleslady’s pussy. Mary’s ass was high in the air, her glistening slot more than ready for a fucking.

Brooke groaned loudly while Mary relentlessly pleasured her. I’m sure Brooke wanted me to make my grand entrance, but I wanted to wait for her first orgasm. She deserved a gift for doing such a good job. It didn’t take long before Brooke screamed and flooded Mary’s mouth. Mary didn’t disappoint me and continued to eat Brooke’s delicious pussy. She stuck in two fingers and fucked her until Brooke gasped and groaned.

Brooke screamed, “You’re driving me crazy. I can’t believe I’m going to cum again. What I wouldn’t give to have a cock shoved up my pussy. A big, hard prick would solve a lot of our problems.”

She couldn’t be any clearer. She wanted me to tame my sister. Moving out of my secret chamber, I positioned myself behind Mary and looked at Brooke’s contorted face. Her lust-filled eyes conveyed her excitement.

Brooke asked, “Mary, wouldn’t you want a nice, juicy cock hammering into your cute, little pussy?”

Mary ceased sucking to yell, “Oh god, yes. I’m so horny that I’d fuck anyone right now.”

That was my cue. Sticking my fat head into her opening, I gripped her hips and shoved my prick to the bottom. “Let me help you with your problem, little Sister.”

She screamed with the sudden infusion of cock. “Mikey!” I thrust hard and fast while she clamped onto Brooke’s clit. They both climaxed immediately. Mary’s lack of cock caused her to contract more times than usual from her excited state. My sister lapped up Brooke’s juices while I continued to thrust in and out of Mary’s channel.

Mary moved her head to rest on Brooke’s soft stomach while she enjoyed the long-awaited fucking from her brother. “Fuck her good, Mikey. Your horny sister needs a thorough pounding,” Brooke encouraged me.

“You know my brother?” Mary was confused about what was happening.

“I better,” replied Brooke. “I’m carrying his baby, and now he’s going to plant one in you. Fuck your brother back, sweetie.”

Mary’s hips humped rearward, meeting my strokes. She was already building up to another climax. I slammed into her and shoved her up Brooke’s body. When her head was between Brooke’s mounds, she took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. Brooke held her tightly, keeping her from advancing further from my pounding.

Mary weakly murmured, “I suppose Charlotte will be the next one pregnant.”

“Nope,” I replied between strokes. “She’s already there.” Her hips twisted and lurched, knowing our queen was with child.

Nearing my climax, I held onto her hips and banged into my sister. She grunted and bent her back to raise her ass higher. My engorged head slammed into her cervix, each stroke causing her to yelp. Blood surged into my shaft, increasing the friction against her sensitive walls.

Brooke soothingly caressed Mary’s scalp and whispered, “Your mother is also pregnant. She’s carrying your brother’s child. It’s your turn, Mary. Cum on your brother’s cock.”

Mary shrieked, her orgasm overwhelming her senses. Her thick pussy juice coated my prick when my first blob splattered her walls. By the third contraction, she timed her convulsions to coincide with mine. Each time we pulsed, shots of passion flowed through our systems. Streams of virile sperm flowed into my fertile sister.

Two days of building up my reservoir of semen were enough to flood her crevice, causing our excess juices to flow out and dribble onto Brooke’s stomach. After her pussy ceased spasming, I kept packing my meat into her, shoving my precious cargo closer to its target.

When I softened, my soaked prick fell out and brought another glob of cum to pool on the soft flesh below. My sister had gone through an emotional roller-coaster. I lowered her spent body to rest beside Brooke. Mary looked at her and asked, “You don’t mind sharing Mikey with Mom and me?”

Her earlier fears had resurfaced. Brooke stroked the hair out of Mary’s face and kissed her. “Of course not, dear. Nothing has changed, except he has another milf to service. I’m moving in with your mother, and we’ll continue to be a loving family.”

Mary smiled and replied, “Thank you so much for not taking him away from us. It’s a bonus that my brother always picks hot women to fuck. You’re as beautiful as my mother.”

Brooke replied, “Thanks, Mary. Your mother and I are bound and bonded to your brother. You might say we’ve given our hearts to him in more ways than one.” She smiled as she scooped up my cum from her sunken stomach and licked her fingers.

Leaning over to inspect her bush, I ran my fingers around her heart-trimmed hairy mound. “I can’t wait to feel your throbbing heart again. Mom convinced you, didn’t she?”

“It was a mutual decision, and we thought it’d be a pleasant surprise. Enough talk about me. Our time limit is almost finished.”

We dressed, and before we left, Brooke stopped us. “Mary, Mike has a key to my apartment. You two are going to stay there this weekend.”

Mary’s curious expression turned to joy when Brooke continued, “He’s going to fill you with sperm for the next two days. Enjoy and good fucking.”

Mary kissed her and murmured, “You’re like Mom, always looking out for the people you love. I had a crush on you when we first met tonight, and now it’s a much deeper emotion. Thank you.”

After two days of depositing a copious amount of sticky sperm into my horny sister, I was exhausted and ready to return to my regular schedule. Mom knew what I’d gone through and pampered me for the next few days. Brooke visited us on Wednesday, and when she reviewed the movie selections, she came across the video I had made of Mom’s cream pie shots.

When asked about it, Mom responded, “I thought it was a great idea when I still held a great deal of hatred for my cheating husband. We never continued every month as I had planned. It seems less important with my life filled with happiness now.”

Brooke chirped, “It’s not complete. You’re missing mine.”

Mom chuckled, “You were the only one who didn’t cheat with him, so it wouldn’t make much sense to add you.”

“That’s exactly why we need one. It’ll drive your ex crazy, trying to figure out the mystery pussy. Get your camera, Megan.”

Agreeing to her wishes, we captured her gushing pussy on video, adding to our collection.

At Friday dinner, the four of us dined when Brooke remarked, “I’d like to be properly introduced to this Queen Cleopatra everyone keeps talking about.”

Mom replied, “Yes, you two need to meet. I could call her and invite her.”

“Let me do it,” chirped Mary. “We’ve scheduled a girl’s party this weekend to celebrate Charlotte’s pregnancy. It’ll be a lot of fun, and I want to be the one to introduce Brooke.”

Mom’s concerned look mirrored my anxiety about sending Brooke into a den of sex-crazed lesbians. Brooke detected Mom’s angst and Mary’s pleading look. Before Mom could object, Brooke accepted, “Mary, I’d love for you to be with me when I meet her. I trust you and know you wouldn’t do anything to put me in harm’s way.”

Mary’s smile widened, “Don’t worry about the girls. They’re very nice and never force themselves on anyone. Some weekends, we don’t even have sex. We enjoy being together, and this is a special party because we’re honoring Charlotte.”

“Thanks, Sis,” I said. “It sounds fun. Wouldn’t the girls like to enjoy a man during the event?”

We all laughed, and Mary retorted, “Daddy, you wouldn’t last the day with them. I couldn’t guarantee your safety, and besides, it’s about Charlotte, not you.”

After they departed, Mom and I retired to our bed. We laughed while we discussed what experiences Brooke might encounter. Mom related, “Remember when Lena took Axel home, and I didn’t know whether to feel sorry for Lena or envy her? This time, I feel sorry for Brooke, not envy. We’ll have to mend her tired, used body when she returns.”

“She can handle herself, and Mary has taken a liking to her.” Reaching over, I cupped Mom’s full breasts and asked, “Want to watch a movie, Mom?”

“Sure, which one?”

One look at my lustful expression, and she knew. Rolling her eyes, she assumed our favorite position for viewing our original seduction movie.

At Monday night dinner, Brooke relayed her experiences from the weekend. Before concluding, she attested, “Mike, I can see why you’re attracted to Charlotte. Her exotic mystique is appealing as well as her sexual aura. She deserves her nickname as she’s as close to royalty as we’ll get. Your fears for my safety were unfounded. Mary protected me like she would her mother. All in all, it was a fun weekend.”

“Sounds great,” Mom asserted. “It’s a lot less stressful since there are no secrets between all of us.”

After we cleaned and finished our showers, Mom led us to our bedroom. “I want to discuss something with both of you,” Mom stated in a serious tone. After shucking our clothes, Mom positioned me on the bed. “Before I say anything, I want to make the proper preparations.” Mom licked my shaft until it was hard.

When Mom pulled off, Brooke sucked in my shaft and fucked me with her mouth. Before I could blow, Mom pulled her off. They were equally good at sucking cock, but they knew I’d prefer to explode in a pussy than a mouth.

Wasting no time, Mom straddled me and lowered her juicy snatch onto my prick. Humping until she found a good position, she said, “Brooke, I need to talk to you privately.” I was confused about how that would happen with Mom impaled on me.

Brooke knew what to do, straddling my face and lowering her pussy onto my mouth. After I licked and kissed her pussy lips, she closed her thighs tightly against my head. I couldn’t discern anything from their muffled voices. After a few minutes, I felt them lean into each other for a kiss.

Not long after, Brooke lifted off and lay next to me while Mom continued to hump my cock. Brooke’s hands caressed my chest before leaning over and whispering, “Mike, I love you so much. Will you take me as your wife?”

Fearing what Mom would think since I had already married her, I glanced at her smiling face. “Say yes if you want to keep fucking this pussy,” she teased.

“Yes, of course. I love you, Brooke. Be my wife, along with Mom.”

Mom’s frantic humping increased while her hips gyrated on my pole. “Fuck me back, Mike. Pound your mother.”

Bucking my pelvis up to coincide with her downstrokes caused our groins to slap noisily together. She leaned down; her tempting breasts swayed in front of my face. Her puffy, aroused nipples begged for attention. Latching onto the nearest tip, I nibbled and bit her sensitive nub. Her thrashing increased, and Brooke leaned over and chewed on my ear. Her hot breath washed over the side of my face, stimulating me even further.

Mom croaked, “Mike, we don’t mean the same as when you married me. It wasn’t legal; we want you to be lawfully married, husband and wife.”

That’s all it took. My prick exploded in Mom’s channel. Mom’s orgasm hit her when my hot semen coated her walls. Brooke kissed me and whispered, “I love you and want nothing more than to be your wife.” My prick jerked again and spewed another blob of cum. Mom’s pussy was trained to milk her son’s cock. She had done it many times and knew how to give me the most pleasure.

Mom rested on my groin with my cock still lodged deep in her cunny when our bodies gave up. “That was intense, Mom. I haven’t cum so hard in a long time. The love of my life asking me to marry her definitely contributed.”

Brooke sloppily kissed me and purred, “Isn’t every man’s dream to accept his girlfriend’s proposal while fucking his mother?”

“Maybe not a man’s, but it’s certainly a mother’s,” Mom chuckled.

Mom pulled off and snuggled up to Brooke and me before we fell asleep.

A few days later, Mom and I had retired for the night when we heard Mary arrive home. It was much later than usual, so I worried something was wrong. Before I could check on her, she walked into our bedroom. “I need to talk to you guys.”

“Okay, dear. Why are you so late tonight?” Mom asked.

“I’ve been with Brooke. I wanted her opinion on something. She has a good grasp of things. I feel as close to her as you, Mom.”

“That’s good to hear,” Mom replied. “She’ll soon be your mother. Mike and Brooke are getting married.”

“Another wife!” exclaimed Brooke. “Are we going to have to move to Utah?”

Mom giggled, “Of course not. Mike is already fucking his mother and sister and we haven’t moved to an incest-friendly state.”

“Fair enough. Be right back,” Mary replied before turning and hopping away.

Five minutes later, she pranced back in and jumped up on the bed. “How do you like my outfit?” She wore a naughty nurse uniform, definitely not official. It was a one-piece white outfit with a short flared bottom. Her top was low cut; her nipples peeked above the material. Accents were a red belt and a white cap, each with a red cross symbol.

“That’s how I’ve always envisioned what nurses should always be wearing. I can’t wait for you to finish school,” I gleefully cheered.

Mary pulled our sheets off and straddled my body. She leaned down and smashed her ear onto my chest before kissing my nipples. “It appears my patient is suffering from some kind of heart-racing problem. Your breath is ragged. Mouth to mouth is warranted.”

Her lips locked with mine while her hand roamed my chest and shoulders. I saw Mom’s amused expression at her daughter’s acting performance. Releasing my mouth, my sister pulled her top down and pushed a hard nipple into my mouth. “Patient needs to suck in some nourishment. Please obey your nurse, Sir!”

I did the best I could with Mom giggling off to one side. Mary’s chest heaved, her breaths short and rapid. Rising, she straddled my thighs and wrapped both hands around my stiff prick. She rapidly stroked and screamed, “One of my patient’s muscles is seizing up and requires a hot compress.”

Aligning her pelvis over my cock, she lowered herself. Back to her old self, she wore no panties. Her tight glove always felt great when slid onto my stiff prick. I loved Mom, but her daughter was a wild fuck. “Come alive, Mister. Flex your muscles. Show us a sign of life!”

Bucking my hips hard, she gripped my ribs to hold on so she wouldn’t dislodge. She didn’t have to do any work since I took control. Holding onto her waist, I lifted and thrust hard into her juicy slot. Spending so much effort into fucking her, I quickly escalated and felt my shaft fill with blood.

When she felt my extra girth, her orgasm triggered, causing her to scream in pleasure. I spewed out my load of sperm and stuffed it into her as deeply as possible. Her spasming channel ceased when my prick stopped jerking. Sometimes a fast fuck is as satisfying as a long, gentle one - Mary was a quickie expert.

“Nursing is a noble profession, and you’re going to be outstanding in your field,” I said, charming my sister.

“Too bad I have to return the uniform to Brooke,” whined Mary. “Hopefully, it’ll put you in a good mood. I have some good news and some not-so-great. One of Charlotte’s friends is a big wig in a private nursing school and was able to arrange my admittance. Classes start in a month.”

When I heard private and school in the same sentence, my mind calculated what it would cost. Mary recognized my concern and continued, “The girls are sponsoring me, and all expenses are paid. They’re looking forward to having their own private nurse. It was an easy decision since I’m constantly examining their bodies. They say I know more about their physique than their gynecologist.”

“That sounds good. I’m so proud of you, Mary,” Mom complimented her daughter.

“Thanks, Mom. Here’s the bad news,” Mary continued, “I did something I regret now.”

Mom asked, “What is it, honey? We’ll work through it.”

Mary explained, “I met a friendly psychologist at the hospital. Her name is Paula, and we eat lunch together and have become good friends. Anyway, one night we went out on the town, and we both had a few too many drinks. She starts talking about how horny she is, and before you know it, she confides in me of her desire to seduce her son. She was insistent, and I tried to convince her to take the leap. Anyway, after she said it was impossible, I told her I was trying to get pregnant by my brother.”

“That couldn’t have gone over well. Was Paula shocked?” Mom asked.

“She acted okay with it, but lately, she’s shied away from me at work. I’m afraid of what will happen when I do get pregnant. She’ll know the identity of the father.”

Mom exhaled, “You’re right to be concerned. It was careless, but things can happen when alcohol is involved. We could be in a lot of trouble if she notifies the authorities. If you believe she has feelings for her son, maybe we could connect them so she would understand.”

“Great,” I exclaimed, “Another Axel experience. I already feel my self-esteem sinking.”

“Axel?” Mary curiously asked.

Mom relayed our performance with the Swedes. After Mom finished, tears formed in Mary’s eyes; her hands pounded on my chest. “You let another man fuck Mom? Only your cock is allowed in Mommy or me. How could you allow that to happen?”

Mom held Mary’s hands and hugged her tightly. “It’s fine, dear. It meant nothing. We did it for Charlotte. We determined it was the best solution at the time.”

Mary wiped the tears away and said, “What was it like receiving a fucking like that? Why did you get excited faster than when you were with Mikey?”

“He was a fuck-machine with no feeling. There was no emotional satisfaction from it like there is from Mike. I actually came on your brother’s prick, not Axel’s.”

“Mary, it goes both ways,” I piped. “I was fucking Lena, so even though we were with other people, our hearts remained connected. Our love goes beyond physical gratification.”

“Okay, I’ll let it go this time,” Mary said, yielding. “I’m still pissed that I’m never invited to the fun stuff. I would have fallen on Axel’s giant dagger to save Mom. I want to help and be a part of the family.”

“If we can find a way, you’ll get your turn,” Mom quipped. “Being a psychologist, I don’t think we can reason with Paula, and the Charlotte approach won’t work. We’ll have to assume she was truthful when she was inebriated and expressed her desire to become intimate with her son. Her field of study has taught her that such an incestuous relationship could be harmful.”

“Mom,” I interrupted. “Maybe we should give her a first-hand look at incest and hope she’s as horny as Mary witnessed. If she can see how happy we are, she might be more receptive to any proposals.”

Mom finished with, “Mary, talk to Paula tomorrow and convince her to visit here for coffee or tea to discuss your feelings. Text me what time you’ll show up.”

As soon as Mary left, Mom turned to me and said, “What are we going to do with your daughter? She can be a handful at times.”

“Why is she my daughter when she’s bad and my sister when she’s good? Either way doesn’t matter because I always get rewarded with a good fucking. At least she knows how to calm one of us.”