Chapter 13

When I informed Mom that Camila would be coming over the next day, she immediately began arranging some projects to do together with her future granddaughter. I texted Lisa, informing her I’d like to reserve a table for myself and my fiance, between four and five. I wish I could have seen her expression when I mentioned my future wife, knowing she suspected I was fucking my mom and aunt.

Camila was overjoyed and looked forward to staying with Mom again. They were already in the kitchen, mixing up cookie ingredients when we left. Monica wore a full-length, black dress, resembling a tunic. It had an Arabic look, but I had no clue what it was. When we arrived at the restaurant, she wrapped a black scarf around her head, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Seeing my puzzled look, she explained, “It’s called a khimar. Let’s see how well your Lisa reacts to different cultures.”

Everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to look at Monica while she obediently followed behind. Lisa ran to us and smiled widely, leading us to our booth. Monica sat down first while I slid next to her on the edge of the seat. Monica removed her head covering, revealing her beautiful, smiling face. I introduced Monica to Lisa; not surprisingly, they hit it off pretty fast. After we ordered our selections, it wasn’t long before Lisa brought our meals. While eating, Monica instructed me on what to do when Lisa returned.

When we finished, Lisa cleaned our table before coming back to talk. Monica chirped, “Lisa, I hear you’re studying to become a midwife. I’d like to be able to come to you for help since I’m pregnant with Sam’s child.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, hearing this, learning about our engagement only the day before. She stuttered, “Yes, I am. I’ve already helped deliver a few babies; plus, I’ve worked as a nanny for several families.”

“Can you feel my baby bump and tell me what you think?” questioned Monica.

Lisa had no way of knowing there was no bump as Monica’s loose, dark garment concealed her body. Lisa didn’t want to be rude and cautiously replied, “I guess, but I can’t tell much from it.”

“Please, Lisa?” Monica pleaded.

Lisa smiled and moved close to me, reaching out, uncertain how to feel her bump. I held Lisa’s hand and guided it into a hidden slit in Monica’s robe. With my hand gripping hers, I ran her hot palm across Monica’s smooth stomach. Lisa’s hot breath bathed the side of my face while we jointly caressed Monica’s skin. Guiding Lisa’s hand lower, our fingers ran through Monica’s hairy mound. Lisa tried her best but couldn’t resist emitting a small groan when our fingers ran through Monica’s wet slit. Pulling her hand upward, our hands explored Monica’s rib cage.

Monica whispered, “Do you think my breasts will become larger when the baby starts growing?”

With my hand on Lisa’s, we cupped one of Monica’s perky breasts. Pulling my hand off Lisa’s and back out of the black robe, I smiled when I noticed she continued to squeeze Monica’s mound of flesh. Suddenly, she realized my hand had left and quickly removed hers.

Blushing, she conveyed, “Everything feels perfect. I wish the best for you and your child.”

Leaving the check, she quickly turned and fled. It was my turn to leave a generous tip. Lisa didn’t return to see us off, and I hoped we hadn’t scared her off.

On the way to pick up Camila, Monica stressed, “I like Lisa. I want to hire her as a nanny to aid in the birth of our child. Text her my phone number and ask her to call me. I’ll invite her over and work out the details.”

She kissed me before they left for home. As soon as I was in our house, I sent a text to Lisa conveying Monica’s request. The next day I received a message from Monica telling me she would be working with Lisa for the next few days to ensure she could watch her daughter while we were at Mom’s place attending our wedding ceremony.

Half a week later, Monica called me for a date. When I asked whether I should bring Mom, she told me that Lisa would watch Camila. I guess she passed Monica’s stringent rules for caring for her daughter. Feeling a little uncomfortable when I met Lisa at the door, I was surprised to see a changed person. Her transition from her waitress gig to a more formal role was marked by her conservative attire and professional demeanor. With all the flashing we’d done for her benefit, I was sure she would blush or say something, but she maintained the pretense that we hardly knew each other.

When we pulled away, Monica turned to me and expressed, “I told you she’d be perfect. It was obvious she was the right person. It provides another option, in case your mom is too busy, or we want to take her with us to an event.”

We visited a museum to see a special exhibit and dined out afterward. It was late by the time I dropped Monica off at her house. Lisa greeted us and informed us Camila had been asleep for several hours. Monica was upset that we had gotten back so late and made an offer for Lisa to stay in the room Mom uses. Lisa declined since she preferred to sleep in her nightwear, but promised to bring over a set the next time. She waved and walked out the door. Kissing Monica goodnight, I left for home, wishing I could spend the night with my future wife.

After several more date nights with Monica, Lisa had brought enough of her personal effects, in the event we wanted to stay away overnight. They scheduled our wedding date for Friday.

I waited at Monica’s for Lisa. She arrived at the appointed time, prepared and eager to spend the night with Camila. After saying goodbye to Camila, we drove home, where Mom and Rachel waited for us.

Monica and I were not involved with the planning, so we didn’t know what to expect. Mom pulled Monica into our bedroom while Rachel remained with me. She didn’t say a word while stripping off my clothes. Her sexy smirk told me I was going to enjoy the night. Once nude, she ordered, “Stand still and wait until we call you. We have to prepare the bride.”

Giggling sounds emanated from Mom’s room while I anxiously waited. Finally, Mom called me to come in and meet my bride. Strolling down the hallway to our room, three sexy women greeted me, clad in revealing nighties. Rachel wore the pink one that probably caused her pregnancy and stood to the left of Monica. Mom stood on the other side of my future wife, adorned in a white nightie.

My bride was one step in front of them, dressed in my favorite see-through, blue nightie. Leave it to Mom to make things perfect. All three were naked underneath their thin negligees. My eyes focused only on Monica. My prick bobbed in appreciation of her beauty. Mom directed, “You can hug and kiss your bride, but nothing more.” Moving up close, I’d never seen her smile so serene, her eyes so full of love. I kissed all around her face before ending up on her inviting lips. We hugged and French kissed. I felt her nipples harden when I pushed my cock against her thinly-covered belly.

After a few moments, Mom announced, “Sam, remove your wife’s nightie and hand it to me. Do not touch her.” I gently removed her silky fabric, handing it to Mom, while keeping my eyes locked onto Monica’s nude body.

Mom continued, “Sit in the chair and watch. Do not touch yourself.”

Rachel and Mom positioned Monica on the bed, flat on her back. Mom kissed my bride and cupped her full breasts while my aunt started at her feet. Rachel licked her succulent flesh from her knees up her thighs. When Monica’s breathing rate increased, Rachel ran her fingers through my bride’s pelvic fur and grabbed a tuft on each side to expose her slit. She smashed her face into her gash, and tongue-fucked her juicy slot. Monica screamed in delight from Rachel’s attack. Mom continued to kiss and caress her tits while Rachel feasted on Monica’s hairy pussy.

Rachel raised her ass and spread her legs. The sexy nightie barely hid her treasure. Mom commanded, “To obtain access to your bride, you must prove yourself. The first test consists of releasing her from Rachel. You can’t orgasm in anyone but your future wife.”