Chapter 8

Heather messaged both Stacy and me throughout the week, thanking us and coyly suggesting to Stacy that if Mom didn’t become pregnant, that maybe, she should think about attempting to conceive. It was clear she wanted to witness my prick service her newfound lover.

Heather’s texts to me reflected her increasingly horny condition as the week progressed. She looked forward to some hard fucking the following weekend.

The next Saturday after lunch, I picked up Heather at her parents’ house. Surprisingly, she was braless and wore a short skirt. Her mom didn’t flinch when her daughter passionately kissed me and ground her perky tits into my chest. Heather yelled on the way to the car, “See you tomorrow night, Mom.”

Her mom called back, “Have fun, dear. Give our regards to Beth.”

On the way home, I apprised her of the day’s plans. “Mom and Stacy would like to visit the aquarium, before dining at a nice restaurant. Are you okay with that, or do you want to spend the day in my bedroom?”

“While I love the second offer, I’d rather go out with your mother, Stacy, and you. We have all night together and I love hanging out with them,” Heather commented. “Don’t fret. I’ll make it up to you later, sweetie.”

“It’ll be a fun day and as a bonus, I’ll have three beautiful women keeping me company,” I replied. After I parked in our driveway, Heather quickly skipped up to our house and entered, without knocking. I smiled, knowing she already thought of herself as part of our family.

Heather’s eyes widened when Mom approached her for a hug, Mom’s braless tits sensuously pressed against her thin blouse. Mom ground herself into my girlfriend before kissing her on the cheek. “It’s wonderful seeing you again, Heather,” Mom said, greeting her. “Hopefully, Ryan told you our plans for the day.”

“He did and I’m really looking forward to it,” Heather answered.

Mom stepped aside and Stacy took her place, hugging Heather tightly. Releasing her, she kissed Heather softly on the lips. “Wonderful,” Stacy stated. “We’ll have a grand day out and finish with dinner at our favorite restaurant.”

Heather’s rigid nipples and her beet-red face reflected her excited state. The day flew by with both Mom and Stacy flirting with Heather. On the ride home, Heather and I sat in the back, while Mom drove. Heather leaned over and French kissed me, while squeezing my hard cock through my pants.

“You two should get a room,” Stacy giggled, while looking over the seatback. Once we arrived home, we watched a little TV, before Stacy excused herself to take a shower. She emerged in her thin nightie, wearing panties but no bra. She sat by Heather and said, “Your turn, Beth.”

While Mom showered, Stacy bumped her near-nude body against Heather’s, causing both of their breathing rates to increase. Ten minutes later, Mom called, “Done. Say goodnight to the kids.”

Stacy rose and helped Heather to her feet. After hugging and kissing her, she stepped aside, displaying Mom, standing behind her. Mom’s nude body was cloaked with a sheer baby-doll nightie. Heather’s eyes roamed up and down Mom’s shapely body. Mom hugged her and kissed her on the lips, before grabbing Stacy’s hand and dragging her down the hall.

They left their door open again, and Mom’s moans soon flowed from their room. Heather yanked me off the couch and stripped me, before removing her own clothes. While we passionately kissed, our hands roamed over each other’s nude bodies. Her hand gripped and stroked my stiff prick.

She pressed her head alongside mine and whispered, “Let’s join them.”

“You want to have sex, in front of Mom and Stacy?” I asked.

Her voice, husky with lust, croaked, “Not exactly. I want you to fuck your mother, while I take care of Stacy.”

Acting surprised, I replied, “You want me to have sex with my own mother?”

“You already have,” she giggled. “She was the mother I helped you fuck last week. She fantasizes about you and I’d love nothing more than to see the pleasure on her face when she’s knowingly fucking her son.”

“When did my sweet, naive, once-virgin girlfriend turn into such a lustful, sex-crazed woman?” I asked, chuckling.

She squeezed my cock and answered, “When you awakened my sexual desires with your wonderful prick. Let’s go!”

As soon as we entered the room, Heather pulled Stacy off of Mom and threw her onto the bed. Mom spread her legs apart, providing me ample access. I scooted up between them and sunk my cock to the hilt. She screeched, “Oh god! My son is fucking me!” Her wicked smirk and the flex of her pussy made me chuckle. Mom’s loud chanting ensured Heather heard Mom’s faux shock at her son fucking her.

Mom’s pussy quivered, already close to an orgasm, thanks to Stacy. I grasped her hips and slammed my cock into her forcefully. She humped her hips back in perfect unison as we had done hundreds of times. Mom’s panting and groaning increased, while her body raced toward orgasm. Smiling, she looked in Heather’s direction, who was feasting on Stacy’s pussy. Mom screamed, “Your fat cock is driving me crazy. Fuck me hard! I can’t stop it. I’m going to cum on my son’s prick.”

She wailed with pleasure as her climax hit her. I struggled to withhold my own orgasm while her pussy contracted and ground around my prick. Finally, feeling her relax, I shoved in deeply, stopped, and hugged her tightly. While we recovered, Stacy’s moans increased in volume. Mom’s pussy continued to twitch and writhe around my shaft, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Leaning near Mom’s ear, I whispered, “Jesus, Mom. You’re still the best fuck in the world.”

She softly replied, “Don’t ever admit that to Heather. Some things should always remain secret between a mother and a son.”

“I promise, Mom,” I croaked. We French kissed and my gaze locked with her big, brown eyes while Stacy yelped through her orgasm. Mom’s hips bounced and I knew it was time for Mom and me to demonstrate the love we held for each other. I squeezed her soft breasts and plowed into her soaked slot. Sloshing, slapping noises filled the room, resulting from our groins slamming together. We were the main focus as Heather had disengaged from Stacy and stood behind me.

Stacy rolled on her side and kissed Mom, while I hammered my mother’s hungry pussy. Heather gripped my ass and pushed me into Mom, screeching, “Fuck your mother, Ryan. Shove your fat cock into her horny pussy. She’s wanted it for so long — give her what she needs.” Mom’s body inched forward from the brutal force of my body slamming into hers.

Heather withdrew her hands and plopped down beside Mom on the opposite side of Stacy. Wrapping her hand behind one of Mom’s knees, she pulled Mom’s leg up to her chest. Stacy followed suit, forcing Mom’s pelvic area to rise off the bed. Taking advantage of the angle, I deep-fucked my mother, causing her to groan loudly. She was the center of attention and loved every minute of it.

“Twist her hips to hit her G-spot,” Heather ordered.

Little did she know that Mom and I knew exactly how to position ourselves for maximum contact. Grabbing my Mom’s ass, I lifted and twisted her pelvis until my helmeted head grated across her rough patch. Mom screeched from the intense pleasure and thrashed underneath me. Heather and Stacy latched onto her nipples, while I concentrated on scraping my cock across her engorged, sensitive ceiling.

“Fuck! I’m cumming again on my son’s cock. It’s amazing!” Mom grunted. Watching Mom’s blissful face while hearing her screams of carnal rapture, my prick erupted. When the first blob painted her walls, her pussy tightened vice-like, soaking my pistoning ram. I continued to slam into her, releasing spurts of sperm each time her pussy squeezed my shaft. Her clinging channel expertly milked every drop of precious semen from my balls.

Mom’s body relaxed, finally sexually satisfied. Heather and Stacy lowered her legs and snuggled next to her, while I melded my body on top of my soft mother. While we recovered, Heather cooed, “That was the most beautiful act of love I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe that it took this long for it to happen. You two should have been fucking long ago.”

“Actually, we have,” I admitted. While we rested, Mom related everything that had happened since my first date with Heather. Fearing Heather would jump up and run, I was pleasantly surprised when she looked at me and confidently stated, “I knew you had to be fucking her. She’s too hot to resist. I suppose I should feel betrayed at being tricked, but I feel the exact opposite. You guys have done so much to welcome me into your family, I feel nothing but love for all of you.”

“We’re more family than you know,” Stacy interjected. “Beth and I are sisters. Your boyfriend has been taking care of not only his mother but his aunt, as well.”

“Oh my god!” Heather exclaimed. “This is the hottest thing ever.” She passionately kissed me, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs. “One member of the family still hasn’t experienced an orgasm. Don’t you think you owe it to me?” We giggled and after Mom and Stacy took turns sucking my cock back into hardness, I gave Heather the fucking she deserved.

After a restful night and a hearty breakfast, Heather made me re-enact the impregnation procedure she had done for Mom and me, but with Aunt Stacy. While watching the action, she used her camera to record the erotic action of my fat cock sliding in and out of my aunt’s hairy pussy. Throughout the day, Mom and Stacy recorded other joinings so Heather would have material to masturbate with at school.

When I dropped Heather off at her parents’ house on Sunday night, our farewell was bittersweet. After a tender kiss, she turned to me with an upset expression and said, “I’m sorry, Ryan,” her voice filled with sadness. “But I have to stay at school for the next four weeks to bear down and prepare for my exams. I’ve fallen a bit behind, and there’s an overwhelming amount of work to catch up on.”

“That’s a bummer,” I replied, considering the situation. “Perhaps, I could come up and have dinner with you or spend a weekend evening together?”

“That would be nice,” she admitted, her eyes searching for a solution. “But it would still pose too much of a distraction. However, I promise to keep in touch through texting. My focus needs to remain on my studies.”

“I completely understand,” I acknowledged, realizing the importance of her academic commitments. “We can plan a grand celebration for you after finals. Good luck with your exams.”

The weeks flew by with Heather regularly messaging me as promised. Mom and Stacy did their best to console me, but even the great sex didn’t replace the hole left in my heart. Finally, Heather finished her exams and messaged me that she’d let me know when we could meet up.

On a sunny Saturday morning, Stacy requested my assistance in gathering some additional items from her house. After we arrived, she promptly directed me toward the items that needed boxing up. An hour later, she emerged from another room and relayed, “Your mother just sent a note. She picked up Heather, and they’re waiting for you at the house. I understand how eager you are to see her, so I’ll stay here and finish. Go reunite with the love of your life.”

“Are you certain?” I questioned, considering the possibility of returning and resuming the task later. “Although, you’re right,” I added. “I’m antsy to see her after our prolonged separation.”

“Go,” Stacy commanded playfully, planting a peck on my cheek and giggling.

The drive home seemed to take forever as my fingers nervously tapped on the steering wheel. I thought, “Why didn’t Heather call me to get her? Was something wrong where she wanted to meet with me when Mom was present? Maybe she had second thoughts about our relationship after the last weekend we spent together, when she discovered the love triangle between Mom, my aunt, and myself. That’s most likely it — she was going to dump me again.”

My heart sank and I pondered about driving back to Stacy’s house. Before I knew it, I had pulled up and parked in our driveway. With trembling hands, I nervously opened the front door and called out, “Hello, anyone home?”

My gaze caught someone emerging from our bedroom, and for a moment, I thought it was Mom, before recognizing a different-looking Heather. Her hair color and cut matched Mom’s and Stacy’s. While she seductively strutted toward me, my eyes scanned her body, cloaked with Mom’s see-through nightie. My gaze lingered on her bare, perky tits, her aroused nipples poking out the material. Lowering my gaze, I froze when I realized her pussy was no longer bald. Her mound was covered with a neatly trimmed bush, similar to Mom’s.

When we were face-to-face, her wide, sexy smile vanquished all of my doubts about our relationship. Without speaking, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. We were content to hold and connect with our eyes and mouths for several minutes before speaking. I ran my fingers through her shortened, silky locks and commented, “Love your hair and I noticed you’re using Mom’s perfume, too.”

“I thought if I was going to be part of the family, I should look like them,” Heather croaked. “Normally, a girl wouldn’t want to compete with her boyfriend’s mother and aunt, but I don’t need to worry about that, as you love all of us.”

“I do, and that wouldn’t change, no matter how you look,” I assured her. While we kissed again, we undressed each other. Nude, we hugged our bodies together. My hard prick was trapped between our bodies, nestled in her newly-grown patch of fur. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair and gently tugged. “You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to fit in,” I chuckled.

“Your mother suggested it when I returned to school,” she explained. “I thought it was a great idea and it turned out to be a turn-on. I’ve climaxed many times watching our homemade videos, envisioning our pubic hair mashed together, matted down with cum.”

We kissed again, my hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. She groaned as I massaged her meaty globes.

“I want to talk to your mother about something and need you to help me,” she murmured.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Lead the way,” I replied.

She pulled me into our bedroom where Mom lay spread-eagled on our bed, smiling wide. “Fuck your mother,” Heather ordered, her voice crackling with lust.

“Like I promised, I’d do anything for you, especially fucking my mom,” I exulted, crawling between Mom’s open legs. Seating my bulbous head between her lips, my prick effortlessly slid into her slick slot. They had obviously been preparing my mother’s pussy for a quick entry. When buried deeply, her hips bumped up and I knew she wanted a fast, hard fuck. I obliged and hammered her, edging her forward on the bed. Her hands reached up and pushed against the headboard, while her body thrashed from my pummeling. Her tits rapidly heaved from the forbidden, incestuous fuck.

Heather’s nimble fingers teased Mom’s nipples and softly spoke, “Beth, my love for you and your son knows no bounds. Would you honor me by granting your blessing to my marriage proposal to your son? It would bring an immeasurable amount of joy to my life, and I greatly value your approval.”

“Of course,” Mom gasped. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. Kiss me while I cum on your husband-to-be’s and my son’s cock.”

When their lips met, Mom’s pussy squeezed and released her fluids. It took all my willpower to stave off my orgasm, knowing my intended would want a congratulatory fuck. Heather pulled back, revealing Mom’s blissful expression. I slowly pulled my cum-soaked prick from Mom’s pussy and stood with Heather. While hugging each other, I whispered, “I love you so much. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

She crawled between Mom’s legs and licked Mom’s swollen labia. “The final step to solidify my proposal is a consummation of love,” Heather croaked.

While pleasuring Mom, she raised her ass and spread her legs, revealing her hairy pussy. My cum-coated cock had no trouble slicing through her tight, wet folds. My first powerful thrust shoved her face into Mom’s pussy. While Heather ate my mother, I held her hips and fucked her hard, my prick finally reacquainted with the pussy I had missed for a month. After ten minutes of pumping my steel-hard rod in and out of her fiery furnace, I looked up to see Mom’s bliss-filled face.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was finally fulfilling Mom’s wish from her diary. Mom’s eyes reflected the same thoughts, knowing we had checked off one of her greatest desires. My pace increased, encouraging Heather to ramp up her assault. She latched onto Mom’s clit and that was all it took for Mom to climax.

After consuming her future mother-in-law’s nectar, Heather kissed her way from Mom’s hairy pussy up to her heaving tits. Mom held her tightly, while I continued to pound Heather’s quivering quim. Our orgasms neared and when I flexed my back, driving my prick in deep, she screeched, “There is one more thing to my proposal. I went off the pill a month ago. I’m fertile and want your child. Fill your future wife with your sperm and make us a baby.”

Mom yelped with glee and Heather’s pussy snapped shut. My prick spewed out its potent seed, flooding her spasming slot. I continued to pack it in deep after our orgasms diminished, desiring to push my sperm into her womb. Exhausted, I withdrew and Mom pulled Heather on top of her, kissing her gently. “I love you so much,” Mom bubbled.