Chapter 17

Mom’s phone rang once, our pre-arranged signal notifying us that Monica would arrive within the hour. After parking the car at her house, she walked over with Camila to join Mom and me.

After an hour of lively conversation, Monica turned to her daughter with a gentle smile and asked, “Sweetie, would you mind spending the night with Grandma? Your father and I have made plans for the evening, and we won’t return home until late.”

“I love spending time with Grandma,” Camila chirped. “She lets me help her make cookies. When you pick me up tomorrow, can we go to the park?”

“I’m sure your father would love to take you,” Monica answered. “Your grandmother and I have an errand to run and will be gone for part of the day.”

After our farewells, Monica and I left for home, leaving me with some unanswered questions. Once inside, she didn’t give me time to inquire any further, leading me to our bedroom and stripping off our clothes. After a welcome-home fuck, we lay side-by-side, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

After we had recovered, we turned on our sides, facing each other. I never tired of admiring my wife’s beautiful face and hated breaking the moment, but curiosity overcame me. “You told Camila we’re going out. Anywhere special?”

She smiled and replied, “We’re spending all night right here. I couldn’t tell my daughter that I wanted to devote the rest of the day and all night fucking my husband in peace, could I? I didn’t want her walking in unexpectedly, receiving a premature lesson in sex.”

“Good plan,” I replied. “I’ve missed both of you, but I’m looking forward to a night for ourselves. How’d it go with Lisa today?”

“We had a long talk and then went shopping,” Monica replied. “We decided that it wouldn’t be practical to use my old house for our business, so I’m letting her stay there while she finishes school. With your help around here, we don’t need her as much and it’ll allow her to study in peace. I plan on giving her the house, so I’m happy that she’s settling in.”

“That sounds great,” I remarked. “What did you both shop for?”

“I helped her pick out furnishings for the house. They’re scheduled for delivery the day after tomorrow, and I’d appreciate it if you could go over and help her with organizing everything. And of course, spend the night for your payment,” she added, giggling.

“Anything for my lovely wife. What do you want to do tomorrow?” I asked.

“Your mom and I are meeting with a prospective client, so you’ll be babysitting Camila tomorrow. Can you handle it?”

“I’d love to spend the day with her,” I replied.

“There’s one other thing I want to discuss with you,” she continued. “Lisa hasn’t directly admitted anything to me, but I get the feeling that she’s lonely. She’s remarked about how much you and I are in love, and misses the same type of companionship.”

“Now that she’s not juggling school and a job, I think it’s the perfect time for her to find someone special. What’s holding her up?” I asked.

“You,” she replied, with a hint of emotion in her voice.

“How’s that?” I asked, curiously. “I haven’t discouraged her from pursuing a relationship.”

“I know,” she agreed. “It’s a feeling I have, that she thinks you’d feel betrayed if she sought another man. You should encourage her to seek out someone without hurting her feelings. She deserves the same happiness that we share.”

“I’ll talk to her about it when I’m helping her organize her house. I feel bad, now that there’s the possibility that I’ve been hindering her from finding a love interest.”

“You didn’t mean to,” she replied. “It doesn’t help that your cock keeps us horny women screaming for more.” She giggled, wrapped her hand around my prick, and pulled me on top of her.

After enjoying a pleasant breakfast together, we walked over to Mom’s house to be heartily welcomed by Camila. Before Monica could leave, Camila begged, “Daddy, please take me to the park again. I had a lot of fun the last time we were there.”

I picked her up, planted a peck on her cheek, and replied, “Sure, sweetie. It was a lot of fun, but we’ll have to return for lunch. I’m not much for packing a meal.”

After bidding farewell to Mom and Monica, we fed Dinah and departed for the park. It was a sunny, clear day, making for a delightful hike. Camila was already playing on the equipment before I spread the blanket and settled to watch her.

When it was close to noon, I was ready to fetch her to return home, when a basket plopped down beside me. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Lisa asked, sitting down on the edge of the blanket.

“It just improved,” I replied, smiling. “I was just getting bored and ready to head back.” Peering into the basket, I inspected the snacks she had made for lunch. “I take it my wife called you and explained my ineptness at packing a picnic box?”

She laughed and replied, “She did and I was more than glad to be rescued from my boredom. I misjudged the time it’d take to drive over, so I’m glad you’re still here. Let’s feed your darling daughter so she can continue playing.”

We didn’t have to call Camila, as she skipped over to us when she caught sight of my sister. “Hi, Lisa!” Camila chirped and hugged her aunt. “I’m glad you joined us. You’re my favorite aunt.”

“And you’re my favorite niece, silly,” Lisa replied. They shared a giggle, acknowledging the unique bond they held as the only aunt and niece.

Lisa pulled out the sandwiches and chips, graciously offering each of us our preferred choices. While we ate, Camila related her latest findings on the playground equipment, along with the kids she met. When she finished eating, she quickly darted back to join her newfound friends in play.

While my sister and I talked, we found it difficult to abstain from engaging in any sort of sexual activity. When I glanced at her pretty face and exposed legs, I undressed her with my eyes. My prick hardened, knowing her skills as a passionate lover. I’d considered addressing Monica’s concerns about our relationship, but opted against it, preferring to think it over before bringing it up.

While we watched Camila play, Lisa sighed and confessed, “I can’t wait to experience this. Hopefully, Camila will want to play with my child.”

“She will, for sure,” I replied. “She’s already talking about teaching her little brother the ropes when he’s old enough.”

“Oh!” Lisa exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were aware of the gender. It’s great that Camila is already interested in him.”

“She’ll have her hands full with all the new babies in our expanded family,” I remarked, leading to a shared laugh.

“I’m surprised she isn’t attending school today,” Lisa noted, shifting the conversation. “Are you home-schooling her?”

“No. She starts again next week, reminding us every day. It looks like she takes after her aunt as a fast learner in school, even if it’s just kindergarten.”

Lisa’s broad smile turned into a lustful, hungering grin which made my prick throb again. No words needed to be spoken, both of us knowing what we wanted to do. Fortunately, Camila interrupted us, informing us she was tired and ready to return home.

Mom and Monica greeted us when we arrived at the house. After an iced tea break and some light conversation, Lisa departed. Soon after, Monica rose to leave, kissed me, and said, “Your mother wants to discuss something with you. I’ll see you later.”

Turning to her daughter, she said, “Sweetie, put Dinah in her cage. It’s time to leave for home. Daddy will join us later to play some games together.”

After the door closed, Mom hugged and kissed me, the topic of discussion evident with the look of lust in her eyes. While we kissed, I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Her smooth silk bra strained to hold in her matronly breasts and after I removed it, my hands cupped and kneaded her fantastic tits.

“It feels good to be rid of that,” she gasped. “Your hands feel good. Did my poor boy get horny from admiring his sister all day and not being able to do anything about it?”

“A little bit,” I replied. “Go to the bedroom and I’ll show you how much. Was there something else you wanted to talk to me about? Monica’s tone sounded serious.”

“A couple of things, but she told me not to discuss anything until you cleared your mind and your balls,” she replied, giggling.

She turned and strolled down the hall, unfastening her skirt on the way. I quickly shed my clothes and my grin broadened when I entered her bedroom and found her on all fours, her head smashed against the mattress. Her silk, blue panties made her look even more sexy, my prick throbbing and bobbing in agreement.

I stroked the backs of her upper legs, relishing the feel of her smooth flesh and firm thighs. “I’ll never tire of feeling your sexy legs.” Noticing her panties, I asked, “First, a bra and now panties. Are you playing hard-to-get, Mom?”

“It’s proper attire for a Grandmother. Camila has had a profound effect on all of us,” she commented.

Pulling her panties to the side, I ran my fingers through her juicy labia before moving closer. After dragging my bulbous head through her slippery, wet furrow, I seated it between her labia. “What would Camila think if she knew what kinds of nasty things I’m doing to her grandma,” I remarked, slithering my snake deeper into her clasping, clingy tunnel.

She moaned and replied, “She’s often remarked she likes it when I smile, so anything to cheer me up would be fine with her. I’m plenty happy now with my son’s prick buried in my horny cunt. Fuck me hard, sweetie.”

Sinking my fingers into her ass, I drilled my horny mom’s pussy, slamming my groin into her soft cheeks with each stroke. Her velvety walls leaked profusely, her juices oiling up my ram. The excess fluids escaped and soaked her panties, still attempting to cover her slot.

Watching my frothy cock saw in and out of Mom’s wet pussy, along with the angle of her pussy, sent waves of pleasure through me. As enjoyable as it was, it was nothing compared to fucking her while kissing her. Grabbing one of her hanging breasts with my hand, I teased her nipple while my other hand rubbed her clit.

Her ass humped back as she grunted from the pleasure surging through her. “That’s perfect, baby. You’re fucking Mommy so good.”

Half a dozen strokes later, her muscles quivered and spasmed as her orgasm overcame her. I pulled out to her entrance and slammed back in with each contraction. She shrieked with glee each time her pussy clamped onto my cock. Once she relaxed, an audible sucking sound filled the air when my prick left her soaked hole.

I pulled her panties down to her knees and shoved her forward. After I finished removing her undies, I flipped her over. Her bliss-filled face greeted me and when she glanced at my cum-covered, hard cock, she raised her knees and splayed her legs open for her son.

“Come to Mommy and fill me, sweetie,” she begged, her arms ready to embrace me.

My prick sank to the bottom of her soaked slot as I melded on top of my beautiful mother. We hugged each other and kissed while we made sweet love. Our mouths devoured each other while I ground my pelvis into hers, stirring my cock around her honey pot. Sinking her nails into my back, she humped her hips, banging her covered clit against my pelvic bone.

Each time we fucked, it was as enjoyable as the first time. I would never tire of the indescribably delicious and erotic feeling of fucking my mother. Picking up the pace, I fucked her with wild abandon, as if I owned her pussy—which I did. Our panting increased so rapidly that we had to release our mouths and gasp for air.

“I’m ready to cum again!” Mom exclaimed. “Shoot it in me, sweetie. Cum in your mother.”

“You’re so fucking hot, Mom!” I exclaimed, my prick expanding, as my balls ejected the first stream of cum.

Her silky sleeve collapsed around my shaft as my prick exploded. Streams of thick baby batter splattered her walls as her cunt expertly milked my cock. We grunted with each pulse, waves of pleasure coursing through us as we completed our illicit, incestuous joining again.

Once our bodies were spent, we kissed and stared into each other’s eyes, silently communicating our deep love. When my limp cock escaped her cum-soaked pussy, I rolled to the side and faced her. While I stroked her belly, I remarked, “That never gets old. For a Grandma, you’re sure a great fuck.”

She chuckled and replied, “Keep it up with the Grandma comments and you won’t be enjoying this pussy much longer. On a lighter note, Monica wanted me to talk to you about Lisa.”

“We discussed it last night. I thought about bringing it up today at the park but changed my mind. Did you have anything to add?” I asked.

“I don’t want to dwell on it, but I’d like you to think back to when we first connected and the turmoil you went through when Monica entered your life,” she explained.

I thought back and understood perfectly how it related to Lisa. “Thanks, Mom. I think it’ll be much easier to talk to her, knowing what she’s going through. Was that all Monica wanted?”

“No,” she replied. “Your son has been wreaking havoc inside of her all day. She wanted you taken care of because she won’t feel like doing anything tonight.”

I swiftly rolled out of bed, hastily pulled on my shorts, and exclaimed, “Damn, I wish she would have told me. I should be at her side.”

Mom’s hand soothingly stroked my back, reassuring me, “That’s exactly why she didn’t want you to know. She knew you’d panic and wanted to ensure your stress was lowered before you joined her. One thing she doesn’t need is a hard prick jabbing her while she’s trying to rest.”

I slowed my pace in dressing, realizing Mom was correct and I had overreacted. I turned to Mom, smiled, and remarked, “Well, you certainly fulfilled your end of the deal. I feel fantastic.”

She returned the smile and said, “I’ll swing by at eight in the morning to pick you up to take you to Lisa’s. We’ll bring Camila along and grab breakfast on the go, giving Monica a chance to sleep in.”

After dressing, I kissed Mom goodbye and hoofed it over to my house, anxious to attend to my wife. Seeing no one in the living room, I found Monica in our bedroom resting on our bed. After a gentle kiss, she conveyed, “I told Camila to take a bath, put on her pajamas, and wait for you in her room. She’s anxious to play a game tonight. I’d like to remain in bed and relax as it’s the only comfortable place I’ve found.”

“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll take a quick shower and throw on some sweats. I have a great idea for a game.”

After showering and dressing, I strolled to Camila’s room to discover her impatiently waiting on her bed. She leaped off and dashed over for a hug. Lifting her and holding her closely, I asked, “Ready to play a fun game, sweetie?”

“You bet, Daddy,” she chirped, a broad and happy smile lighting up her face.

I carried her into our master bedroom and set her down on the opposite side of Monica. My wife smiled widely, suspecting what I had in mind. Once I lay down on the other side, I pulled Monica’s top up, exposing her large, expanded belly. Gently caressing her flesh, I instructed my daughter, “Rub your hands on Mommy’s tummy and see if you can feel your baby brother kicking. Maybe our massaging will quiet him down so Mommy can rest.”

Camila’s face lit up while her small, petite hand gently rubbed her mother’s stretched skin. “Wow! This is fun. Mommy’s tummy is really big. When will he come out to play?” she asked.

Monica giggled and replied, “Not soon enough, sweetie. Thanks for helping out though. I feel better already, just having the people I love most near me.” While we snuggled next to her, she massaged our scalps and necks as we caressed her distended abdomen.

After thirty minutes, Camila had snuggled up to her mother and fell asleep. I continued to massage my wife until she also dozed off. Carefully extracting myself, I went over to the far side, gently lifted Camila, and carried her to her bedroom. Dinah had already established a nest on one side of her bed and when I slid Camila under the covers, Dinah moved closer, curled up, and purred. I leaned down, planted a kiss on Camila’s forehead, turned out the light, and made my way back to our bedroom.

Sliding underneath the covers, I snuggled up to my wife and after a minute, she asked, “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

“Yes,” I replied, “But I never tire of it. I love you so much and every day my life is richer because of you. Tomorrow, you sleep in. Mom’s driving me to Lisa’s and will return to care for you. We’ll take Camila with us, so there’s no need for you to get up.”

She took my hand and guided it to her belly, where I continued to caress her until she drifted off again.

I stirred just before eight, slipped out of bed, dressed, and made my way to the living room. Mom and Camila were already seated on the couch, waiting for me. “Early risers, huh?” I quipped with a giggle.

“I decided to head out a little early, so I can return when Monica wakes up,” Mom explained. “Camila was already awake too, anxious to go. Let’s move out so we don’t disturb your wife.”

En route to Lisa’s, we made a pit stop at a nearby restaurant for breakfast. Camila and Mom took the lead in conversation, centering on Monica’s growing belly. I was grateful for Mom’s adept handling of the topic, navigating the discussion around the wonders of pregnancy.

When we arrived at Lisa’s, Camila asked, “Can I stay with you, Daddy? I’d like to spend time with Aunt Lisa, too.”

“I’m afraid not, sweetie,” I replied. “There are going to be a lot of movers and it’s bound to be very chaotic. Look on the bright side. Grandma will help you bake some cookies today, while you help care for Mommy.”

“That sounds like fun, too,” Camila chirped. When she hugged me goodbye, I pecked her on the cheek. I refrained from kissing Mom and she knowingly smiled back at me, when I exited.

I found Lisa busily arranging things and preparing for the different delivery trucks to arrive. After a brief hug and a gentle kiss on the lips, she put me to work, moving the larger items. Fortunately, Monica’s spacious former office enabled it to double as her study, with enough room for a birthing bed.

Monica and Lisa had designed a detailed map of each room, to accommodate Lisa’s future business venture of becoming a midwife. During a brief break, I asked, “I’d think most women would prefer giving birth in their own homes. Do you expect some of them to deliver here instead?”