Chapter 14

Chapter 14

A commotion of noises in the house woke us both up. Throwing on our robes, we strolled to the kitchen, where Rachel and Mom had prepared a full breakfast. They wore full-length dresses, not wanting to distract my attention from Monica. We ate as a family, enjoying our time together.

When finished, Rachel handed a set of keys to Monica. Seeing my puzzled look, Monica explained, “Rachel is leaving to be with her boyfriend. We’re moving into her house to be closer to your mother.”

Somehow I thought we’d all end up at Mom’s house. As if she could hear my rambling thoughts, Mom stated, “Honey, Monica and I discussed what’s best, and we both agreed it wouldn’t be a good environment for Camila to live here. We want her to grow up in a normal family setting, and this is the perfect setup.”

It made sense. There might be a chance of Camila witnessing an inappropriate action with my mother and me. Living with Monica would cement our new family together. After Rachel left, we cleared the table and adjourned to the living room. Mom and Monica sandwiched me on the couch and both turned to me, each displaying a serious expression.

“Sam, we’d like to review your plans for school this fall,” Monica spoke, breaking the suspense. It was the furthest thing on my mind with everything that had happened, but I knew it was time to express my true desires.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t discuss this before our marriage, but if it was up to me, I would forgo my college studies. I’d prefer to remain here and help with your pregnancies, along with being the best father I can be. I know it’s probably a disappointment to both of you, but if you insist, I can try part-time and add in some remote classes so I can spend more time at home.”

Mom kissed me on the cheek, smiled, turned to Monica, and said, “Tell him, Monica. It was your great idea.”

Monica’s expression lit up as she explained, “Your mom and I discussed this after my proposal. We’d love for you to be a full-time dad. We don’t need the money and there’s nothing more precious than strengthening our family relationship. I know one person who will be thrilled and that’s Camila. In the future, if you desire to pursue a particular interest, you can always take a course or two remotely.”

My broad smile mirrored theirs as I replied, “Wonderful. I’ll be plenty busy taking care of three houses and my children anyway. I don’t know how, but you two improve my life every day. I couldn’t be happier.”

Mom smirked and added, “You might be required to help Lisa out in the future, too. Monica and I are working on something.”

Observing my curious expression, Monica reassured me, “Don’t worry. We’ll fill you in later.” Her mysterious, alluring smirk offered no clues about what she was hiding.

They changed topics and after another thirty minutes, I drove my wife back to her house. She told me there was no need for me to move into her place since she would soon be moving into Rachel’s house. Lisa greeted us and appeared ready to leave immediately. Monica turned to me, kissed me, and instructed, “Go back to your Mom’s house. I want to discuss something with Lisa before she leaves. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Mom and I spent the next day in the garden. Sex wasn’t a concern for us as we enjoyed each other’s company. After the night of intense love-making with Monica, I was content to take a day off.

Rachel left the next day, but not before coming over for a tearful goodbye. Monica took another week to move enough of her belongings into Rachel’s house to call it home. Lisa helped her since Monica hired her as a nanny, enabling her to quit her restaurant job and focus more on her studies.

One night, while we dined together, Mom offered, “Lisa, why don’t you move into Sam’s old room? You can live here for free, enabling you to concentrate on your studies and be closer to Monica.” Lisa glanced at Monica for approval, who nodded in agreement.

“I’d love to. I’ll be able to help out here, too. I don’t want to take advantage of you guys. You’ve done so much for me already.”

As soon as I moved in with Monica, Lisa moved into Mom’s house. Monica hired someone to keep tabs on her old house as she wasn’t ready to sell, in case Rachel needed to return. Months flew by while we fell into a routine. Lisa advanced quickly in her studies. Mom watched Camila when Lisa had to study.

Monica, Camila, and I went out daily, enjoying our new life together. Lisa also maintained a room at our house, in case Mom, Monica and I wanted to go out. She stayed at Monica’s house when I remained at Mom’s overnight. I wondered what Lisa thought when returning to Mom’s place to discover I hadn’t used my old room. Did she know I was fucking Mom all night? She didn’t question my visits, but I’m sure she suspected we had maintained our incestuous relationship.

On Saturday, Lisa joined Monica and me for lunch. While we cleared the table, Mom called. After finishing their conversation, Monica relayed, “Your Mom wants to bake some cookies and thought Camila would like to help. Could you two walk her down to your mother’s house?”

Lisa chirped, “I’ll walk her down. I can stay there and allow you two to have some time alone.”

Monica replied, “No, take Sam with you. I want to take a bath in peace.”

It only took a few minutes to walk Camila to Mom’s house. Mom greeted us like she usually does when Camila or Lisa are present. Once again, I wondered if Lisa bought Mom’s pretense that we were like any other mother and son.

After visiting for fifteen minutes, Mom ordered, “Okay, you two. Go back home. Camila and I want to bake without any distractions.”

Lisa started to object, thinking she would stay, but Mom interrupted her, “Go. Let me and my granddaughter have some time together.”

Lisa acted more friendly and talkative on the way home. She surprised me when she mentioned my mother and me.

“It’s nice you and your mom are so comfortable around each other. I haven’t experienced what a close family would be like, but it’s nice to see you two get along so well.”

I replied, “She’s a great mother, that’s for sure. She’s good around Camila too.”

Being a little uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, I switched to talking about her studies.

When we arrived home, Monica wore her robe with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She suggested, “Why don’t you guys change into some comfortable clothes? I need Sam to help me with my bulging belly.”

Lisa exclaimed, “Is something wrong, Monica? Can I help?”

Monica replied, “If you want to learn what Sam has to do every night, you’re welcome to assist him. He helps me with my stretch marks. I’ll be waiting for both of you in our room.”

Lisa retorted, “Wonderful. Anything dealing with childbirth preparation will be valuable experience. Thanks for allowing me to assist.” She dashed to her room to change.

Following Monica into our bedroom, I quickly changed to a robe while Monica slipped on her flimsy top. Not only see-thorough, it barely covered her growing tits. Crawling under the sheet, she spread her legs to allow enough room for someone to kneel between them to apply the ointment. I pulled out the jar of belly-butter from the nightstand and waited for Lisa.

Lisa soon walked in, dressed in sweats, ready to help out.

I instructed, “Position yourself between Monica’s legs, and we’ll begin.” As soon as she was situated, I held her hands and pulled them into my robe, pressing them against my ribs. Seeing her shocked look, I calmed her, “We have to warm up your hands before you apply the cream.”

Satisfied with my explanation, her hands cautiously roamed over my flesh. Her long fingers gripped my ribcage and squeezed while I pulled the sheet down to Monica’s waist. Once my wife’s thinly veiled breasts came into view, along with her smooth, growing belly. Lisa groaned and tightened her grip on my sides.

Holding the jar out, I instructed, “Take a glob and rub it all around her stomach, making sure you cover any flesh that appears to be stretching.”

Slowly pulling her hands away from my body, her long fingers dipped into the jar and applied the cream to Monica’s flesh. She stared with the same lust she had displayed during our exhibition at the restaurant. Her breathing rapidly increased while she explored my wife’s succulent stomach. She whispered, “Your skin is so smooth and beautiful.”

Monica’s heaving breasts caught my attention. Placing my hands on top of Lisa’s, I guided her hands up higher. Exploring under Monica’s nightie, our hands cupped her mounds of tit-flesh. Removing my hands, I lifted Monica’s top, exposing her full breasts. Moving my hands to Monica’s nearest lily-white tit, I croaked, “Lisa, work on her other breast, but don’t touch her nipple.”

Squeezing and playing with Monica’s fleshy mounds elevated my wife’s excited state. Lisa stared wide-eyed while I moved my mouth closer to the nearest excited, engorged tip. “She wants to get used to the feeling of nursing a baby, so we have to suck her nipples. You work on the one closest to you while I feed on this one.”

She wasted no time lowering her mouth to latch onto the hard tip. We both sucked and licked my wife’s dark, hard nubs. After several minutes, I felt Monica hump her hips. It was time to move on. Releasing my mouth, I slowly lifted off her aroused teat. Lisa reciprocated my actions and rose to await further instructions.

Reaching down, I moved the sheet below Monica’s knees. She raised her legs and spread them wide, exposing her hairy pussy to Lisa.

Not attempting to hide her excitement, Lisa moaned while she lustfully viewed Monica’s nude body.

“Her leg skin might stretch too. Rub the cream into the thick part of her thighs,” I murmured. Lisa’s hands quickly pulled out a dab of cream from the jar and stroked Monica’s firm flesh.

Monica panted heavily from the exciting seduction. Moving her knees outward, she revealed her leaking slot. Looking at Lisa, she begged, “Lick it, please. I’m on fire.”

Lisa’s hands flew under Monica’s behind, bringing her hairy pussy to her mouth. She slurped and sucked my wife’s pussy like a pro. Her panting was as rapid as Monica’s.

Monica croaked, “You poor girl, you’re horny, aren’t you? Do you want Sam to help you out, Lisa?”

Lisa nodded, not wanting to remove her mouth from the hairy gash. Monica’s look was all I needed. She wanted me to help her friend. My robe was off in record time. Pushing Lisa’s top to her armpits, I exposed her braless tits. They were exactly as I had imagined, softball-sized and firm. There wasn’t any fat on her body to add to their size as they hung from her body.

Cupping her firm mounds, I squeezed and caressed them, causing her to increase her attention to Monica’s slot. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and quickly pulled her mouth off enough to remove her top, immediately latching back onto the hairy hole she reluctantly left.

Moving down to her waist, I yanked her bottoms and panties to the bed. Lifting each of her knees, I removed the last of her clothing. Her firm ass was high in the air from her long legs. Stroking her toned limbs, I finally reached the top of her thighs. She spread her legs apart, exposing her pussy.

Her fondness for hairy women showed, having an untamed forest of fur. It was the same light brown color as her hair. Running my hands through her sex, I massaged her puffy mound. “Monica, you’re going to love her pussy. It’s soft and hairy, begging for a licking.”

Barely able to talk from her heavy breathing, she squeaked, “Fill it full of cum, and I’ll happily suck it dry.”

Lisa’s hips bucked rearward when she heard Monica’s desire to suck her pussy. My prick was rock-hard and ready to plow into this sexy woman. After lodging my head at her entrance, I shoved in only an inch before her tight pussy stopped me from progressing. Pulling back to the opening, I swirled my fat head around her lips and tried again. Not succeeding in going further, I decided to be content with shallow strokes until she adjusted.

She groaned and panted while her excitement increased from my prodding shaft. Pussy juice oozed from her slot, progressing further into her tight sheath. Holding firmly onto her ass, I slowly slid in another inch. When she humped her hips back to capture more cock, she released Monica’s pussy and screamed, “Jesus, I can’t believe it. I didn’t think it would be this good.”

Monica exclaimed, “Lisa, are you a virgin?”

Lisa replied, “No, of course not. Although most of my lovers have been women, the cocks I’ve had aren’t as enormous and not made of flesh.”

“You haven’t been with a man? Sam! Pull out of her,” Monica commanded.

I reluctantly withdrew, watching her pussy snap shut. Her hips moved back, seeking the cock giving her so much pleasure.

Lisa whined, “Please put it back in. It’s true that I haven’t been with a man. Chalk it up to too much school and work. Plus, what man wants to be with someone with such small tits. I need it so badly. Please help me, Monica.”

“We’re here for you, Lisa,” Monica assured her. “I want your first time with a man facing each other. Lie down beside me.”

Lisa flipped herself and spread out on the bed, eagerly awaiting my hard prick. Monica uttered, “Sam, show her how a loving man treats a lady. Pretend she’s your hot wife.”

Monica leaned over to caress Lisa’s tits while my probing hands explored her thighs. Although skinny and thin, their long length and firmness exuded sexiness. My fingers sought out her hairy pussy and entered her tight tunnel, slippery with her juices from our earlier fucking. Working my fingers around her slit, she loosened up and humped her hips, anxious for my cock to refill her. Removing my slippery digits, I inched forward, replacing Monica’s hands with mine to fondle her breasts. Monica shifted to the side to observe her husband make love to her friend.

Inserting my prick back into her pussy, Lisa bucked to stuff more cock in her hungry cavern. It was easier this time, sliding in further with each stroke. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tightly, while groaning. Her face filled with lust when I neared the bottom of her pussy.

Seeing Lisa’s hesitation in becoming too intimate with me, Monica instructed, “Lisa, kiss him while he fucks you. Look into his eyes when he’s pounding your horny pussy.”