Chapter 10

Mom dominated the conversation on our way home. My time with Monica occupied my mind. Mom was true to her word, jumping in the shower when we arrived. Cleaning and fucking my beautiful mother shifted my focus to her from Monica. Afterward, we took a walk around the block together, and when we returned, Mom turned to me and ordered, “Call Monica. I want you to pursue your relationship with her.”

Not able to hide anything from her, she knew my mind was on Monica. Smiling, I replied, “You always know what I’m thinking about, don’t you?”

“Of course, dear. I’m your mother. And the thoughts that you’ve had of your mom lately are quite stimulating,” she giggled.

Running to my room, I phoned Monica, and she readily agreed to meet later in the day. She warned me she wanted to take it slow until Camila was used to our relationship. Slow or fast, I didn’t care; I was meeting Monica again.

Mom kissed me on my way out and said, “Don’t forget, your aunt is coming over tonight.”

I replied, “Monica invited me for dinner. She wants me to spend time with her daughter before we become too serious. Tell Rachel I’m sorry if I run late, and she has to leave before I see her.”

Mom showed no signs of disappointment, only joy, knowing I was on my way to see my future wife.

The drive over seemed to take forever. After finally arriving, Monica’s welcoming smile greeted me. She led me into the living room, where Camila played with a doll. She immediately recognized me. “Hi, Sam. I haven’t seen you for a long time. Ever since you protected me from those bullies.”

I smiled and replied, “It was nothing. Hopefully, you didn’t get harassed the next year.”

Before she could say anything, their cat jumped onto my lap and began kneading my legs.

Camila grinned and said, “Dinah remembers you, too. I attend a different school now. It’s much nicer.”

Camila sat on the floor and played with her doll while Monica described her daughter’s new school. Previously, when I had been with her, she had told her daughter to go to her room. I figured it was because her husband was no longer an issue. Or maybe she wanted her daughter to get used to my presence. Either way, Dinah didn’t care, purring from the attention I gave her neck.

I enjoyed conversing with Monica as we had previously, and before I realized it, an hour had passed. She excused herself to prepare dinner, telling me to watch TV with Camila. I let her daughter pick a show while I took care of Dinah. As she flipped through the channel selections, it was clear that Monica had blocked out many of the shows, so her daughter couldn’t pick an inappropriate one. Finally ending up on an animal program, her interest became riveted on the TV.

Not thirty minutes later, Monica called for us. After dinner, we made our way back to the living room. Monica told Camila to go to her room to play as she wanted to talk to me alone. Camila looked at me and whined, “I want to remain out here with Sam.”

Looking sorrowfully at me, she whined, “Wouldn’t you like me to be here? Tell Mom I can stay.”

Before Monica could speak, I replied, “I enjoy your company, too, but you must obey your mother. She loves you and knows what’s best. Respecting your mother is the most important thing you can ever do.”

“Okay, will you be over again, Sam?” Camila asked, her smile melting my heart.

“Of course, goodnight,” I replied.

She rose and slowly sauntered to her room. When I heard the door close, I faced Monica’s beaming face of approval. If it was some sort of test, I passed with flying colors.

“Thanks so much, Sam,” Monica gushed. “I’m probably overprotective of her, but she means everything to me. You handled the situation perfectly.”

Her clothes were conservative, probably because Camila was with us most of the night, and she didn’t want to risk me leering at her. Her long dress hid her luscious body, but I didn’t care as I enjoyed being with her. We talked for an hour before she asked whether I had entertained any new clients. Blushing, I said, “There was one after you. It was a woman Mom and I knew. She wasn’t a paying customer.”

“Hmm. Who could that be? It was your aunt, wasn’t it?” she asked, sexily smiling.

“As a matter of fact, yes. It was a surprise for both of us. Are you sure you want to discuss this?” I asked, sheepishly.

“Sam, I love you and don’t mind sharing you. Describe to me in detail the night you made love to your aunt.”

She never failed to amaze me. How many women wouldn’t mind that their boyfriend was fucking other women? Was it her French background? In any case, I was lucky to be with her. Relating the entire story to her, she squirmed in her seat while listening to every detail. When I told her about Rachel’s bald pussy, she shrieked.

“Seriously, your aunt is shaven? You have to introduce us. I’ve wondered what it’d be like licking a clean mound. I’m leaking, thinking about it.”

When I finished my story, Monica’s face was flushed and hot, excited from my description of my incestuous romp with Rachel. Since the hour was late, we decided to meet the next day. She led me out of the house, and once we were safe from Camila catching us, she passionately kissed me.

I wanted to take her right there, and she knew it. She uttered, “I know you desire more, Sam, but I want Camila to get used to us as friends first. Be patient. Our time will come.”

I replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll wait until you’re ready, however long it takes. I love you and am not letting you go.”

She reached down and squeezed my cock through my pants and reassuringly croaked, “At least I know you’ll be taken care of when you get back to your mom. Say hello to Melissa for me.” She turned to enter the house, knowing Mom would receive a thorough pounding that night.

It was late when I arrived home, and I wondered if Rachel had stayed and waited for me. If so, would she need me to walk her to her place? Since it was quiet in the house, I figured they had ventured out for the night. Entering our bedroom, I found out a different scenario had occurred. Rachel lay on top of Mom’s body. Both were nude, and it was evident they had some fun without me, their pussies dripping with cum. They were so engrossed in kissing they didn’t hear me enter.

Quickly shucking my clothes, I approached the pair with an already rock-hard cock, anxious and ready to unleash the lust I’d built up from my evening with Monica. Their legs, widely splayed apart, allowed enough room for me to crawl between them. When I was within an inch of my aunt’s bald pussy, I grabbed her hips and buried my cock to the hilt. Abruptly ending her kiss with Mom, she screamed out in pleasure. Her channel was hot and juicy from their foreplay. She groaned, while my cock pummeled her slippery slot, her hands squeezing Mom’s tits.

Unable to see Mom’s face, I heard her above Rachel’s groaning. “Welcome home, Sam. We missed you.”

“I see that, Mom. Hopefully, I can help you girls out.” After another dozen strokes, my aunt’s pussy contracted on my hard prick. Her muscles relaxed while she melded her body to Mom. Pulling my slick staff out of Rachel, I shoved her spent body upward until her leaking pussy rested on Mom’s stomach.

Looking down, I saw Mom raising her hips, presenting her hairy pussy for the pounding she desired. Wasting no time, I shoved my anxious cock deep into Mom’s hungry hole. It was her turn to groan while hugging Rachel tightly. Lucky for me, they were already excited, and Mom would be easy to bring to climax. There was no finesse. I rapidly thrust in and out of her hungry slot.

After a dozen strokes, Mom howled, experiencing her orgasm. Her pussy vainly attempted to coax me to erupt my load of cum when her walls tightened around my shaft. She finally gave up and lowered her hips to the bed. Pulling out of her, a glob of cum dripped onto the bed. I pulled Rachel off Mom, positioning her next to my mother, both flat on their backs.

Moving up to Rachel, I shoved my prick to the bottom and rewarded her with a dozen strokes. She moaned in pleasure being fucked so soon after her orgasm. Pulling out, I moved to Mom and repeated with her. Their eyes glazed from being serviced by their son and nephew. After the same number of strokes I did to Rachel, I pulled out, my dripping prick, teasingly bobbing.

“Which one of you beautiful ladies would like my load of cum tonight? My girlfriend couldn’t help, so it’s up to one of you to drain me.”

They giggled and spread their legs, trying to entice me to choose one over the other. Mom smiled when I moved between her legs. She knew her son couldn’t resist his mother. Her hands gripped my head and pulled me in for a kiss. She tasted like Rachel’s pussy. Releasing my mouth, she muttered, “Let Rachel have it. Fuck my sister and fill her with your sperm. Since she’s given me a night of bliss, I want her to receive the ultimate gift from you.”

Rachel squealed with delight, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples in anticipation. Crawling between my aunt’s splayed-out legs, I placed my engorged head at her entrance. When I lowered to her hot body, my prick slid in until my balls slapped against her ass. Her arms wrapped around me while I thrust as hard as before. There would be no drawn-out love-making. Locking my lips to hers, I pounded her pussy while her body writhed below me.

She knew I was close and wrapped her legs around me, lifting her pelvis for maximum penetration. Her eyes conveyed how much she loved the attention I gave her. Holding her tightly, I furiously fucked my horny aunt. Not more than two dozen strokes later, my shaft expanded, her nails digging into my back. A full day’s load of cum spewed out and bathed her walls. Her pussy squeezed tightly when her orgasm hit her. I filled her cavern with virile sperm while she milked my prick dry. She gasped for breath, her body wracked with pleasure.

When her body relaxed, I remained melded to her body, knowing she liked the close, fleshy contact after sex. After she unwrapped her legs, I rolled off while we recovered from our joining. Rachel was the first to speak, “It seems unfair that Monica is your girlfriend, but we’re receiving all the benefits. Not that I’m complaining.”

We all fell asleep soon after, exhausted after our coupling.

I visited Monica and Camila several days during the week and looked forward to spending time with them. Mom was ecstatic about how happy I was upon my return. When I didn’t go over, Mom and I would go out to eat at the restaurant where Lisa worked. Rachel would periodically accompany us, but it was usually just Mom and me. We didn’t give Lisa another show. After a few times, Lisa quit asking if we wanted any ground pepper.