Chapter 4 A deal made

Helen snidely remarked, “So, you just want us to follow orders?”

“Nah, I thought I’d watch for a bit and process. Then when you’re warmed up I’ll see if I can make my ‘mommies’ call me ‘Daddy.”

Helen spouted back, “Is that a joke?”

“Mostly.”

Helen moved closer to Daisy and the two shared a rather tender kiss. Daisy’s eyes seemed intent on me opening periodically to see if I was watching. That moved into a rather heavy petting session as they made their way to my bed. I took a seat on the love seat and true to my word watched.

Do I really want to do this? I mean ... It wouldn’t really mean anything. I’ve already told them sex isn’t the solution to our relationship issues and I don’t really care about them anymore. Still ... it would be nice to let them know what they’re going to miss when I’m gone. To make my mothers truly want me and leave them heartbroken ... that would make me feel powerful ... I shook it off and realized Daisy was already nude. The tiniest splotch of hair above her slit was visible even as Helen caressed her. So delicate, she’s treating her like glass.

Daisy was rougher, but her eyes stayed focused on Helen’s except when they shifted to mine. She was forceful and aiming more at quickly bring Helen off while Helen seemed more interested in making sure Daisy felt loved and enjoyed every second of it. I stood and went to the toy cabinet and got one of my condoms I was turgid from the show, so application wasn’t an issue. I approached the bed and Daisy cried out, “But you said you wanted to knock me up!”

“I was thinking I would start with Helen.”

Helen gave me an evil glare. “I thought this was about Daisy.”

“I asked if you were staying, watching, or joining in. You said the latter, but if you’re withdrawing that’s fine too.”

Daisy begged, “Please, Hell’s Bells. Please. I want to watch him take you.’

Helen sighed then motioned me forward with a hand gesture.

“Do you really want me too or are you just doing it for Daisy?”

“I thought our first time would be later ... more private. I wanted to talk to you about your father.”

“Okay then? Daisy? Are you still game.”

She squealed, “Oh, yes.” Then she clapped like a seal. Helen moved to the love seat and I approached Daisy. She leaned up to kiss me, but I put a hand on her nose and used my other to explore her body. A perverse part of my mind was thrilled. Even if she wasn’t actually my mother, I’d always thought she was and she was practically begging for me.

I explored slowly feeling every inch from lineless neck and down her arms taking the time to blow gently on her fingertips, then back towards the center and the grand hills there were worth a taste. After a few moments I traveled lower taking the time to run my tongue across the scar that brought the bitch into this world and lower still to the valley so tastefully garnished by a tiny bit of red hair.

Sarah had taught me this well and I focused on taking her to the edge. After a few moments Daisy started to beg, “Please inside me ... Please I need it. I need you. I need my son.”

And then I felt the hand on my shoulder and found Helen behind me, “Changed your mind?”

“You did want me first.”

She didn’t hesitate and slid up and then down onto my cock riding me as Daisy contested, “No, Hell’s Bells he was mine!”

She retorted, “Wait your turn. He wanted his Mama first.”

Daisy’s ire didn’t last as Helen rode me she began to maul her exposed body. I won’t lie and say I lasted long, but Helen had convulsed once before I blew my load into her. She rose up and moved to the end of the bed and Daisy seemed conflicted. I watched her eyes dart like a cat watching a tennis match between Helen’s freshly filled pie and my own slime cover knob.

She eventually settled on me and within moments had me back to full mast. I put my finger on her chin and directed her upwards before guiding her onto her back. From there I pressed forward, the moan of ‘So thick.” Stroked my ego as I decided to turn the woman I’d once thought was my mother into a pile of goo. After a while I filled her as I had her wife and she raised up to capture my lips and I pulled back, “No, Daisy.”

Daisy begged, “Why not?”

“Cause you’re not my girlfriend ... this was just fun, nothing more.”

Helen countered quickly, “C’mon, it was fun. All she wants is a kiss.”

Daisy chimed in, “That’s the whole point of this. It’s about the love we share as a family and I’m sorry we missed sharing a year of this with you.”

I laughed or rather I fell to the ground in laughter so deep I had trouble breathing. The Moms stared and after a moment or ten I managed to hold down the laughter, “You’re kidding right? I told you upstairs yesterday. This meant nothing besides getting my dick wet. We don’t have a loving relationship. We don’t have shared memories and affection. You gave that up.” I snickered uncontrollably for a second, “And if you’d approached me a year ago do you really think I even would’ve wanted this? I can imagine that conversation. I get back from Boston where Duke and Emily had taken me to see a professional fight the night before and walk in on you and Marky Mark getting down and dirty and you what? Offer me next? “Happy Birthday follow up on what your idiot cousin left unfinished.” Fuck, He’s actually my brother. I shivered. I really need to figure out the whole story there. I know Uncle James is a douche, but did Dad have a reason to fuck him over like that? Was it just the twin thing? It would be hard to turn down Daisy and Minnie together ... plus if Minnie was my actual mom I might get a weird thrill from that.

Daisy interrupted my train of thought, “No, if we’d known it was your birthday it would’ve been all about you. What you wanted! Who you wanted to be with for your first time! That’s the way it’s always worked in my family. Your 16^th is your anything goes night.”

It was interesting to watch the dynamic between Helen and Daisy. Helen was listening, but she was focused on Daisy. It kind of reminded me of a service dog that was trained to detect seizures. She was always reading her and waiting to respond. The entire family had obsessions. Well, not the bitch. Annie was obsessed with video games. Sylvie was obsessed with her physique. Did I have an obsession? Was it something we all shared? Had I missed the bitch’s obsession?

I realized I’d been drifting and shook it off, “That’s nice. My first time was on Christmas Eve the year before that and it was with someone who actually cared about me. Look, you two are frankly gorgeous, but I’m not going to kiss you or pretend this was some wonderful experience of familial love. We fucked. We had a good time. I open to it again, but don’t pretend this was about love. You don’t feel any of that for me and what I had for you decayed a long time ago.”