Chapter 5

The next morning, Mom and I, both drained of energy from the previous night of fucking, moved sluggishly through the motions of preparing breakfast. After drinking a cup of coffee, we perked up enough to chat as usual.

“We might have to schedule those all-nighters for Friday and Saturday nights,” she noted, smiling.

“Or start earlier in the day, It took a long time to satisfy your horny pussy. You’re an unbelievable fuck, Mom,” I replied, paused, then added, “Plus, a wonderfully caring mother.”

“All mothers take care of their kids, just some more than others,” she said, her smile widening.

After cleaning the kitchen, I departed for school. At lunch, I checked my phone and found a message from my sister. She wrote, “I don’t think I’ve cum so many times in one night, watching you fuck Mom. I love you so much and miss being with you. I’m working on wrapping up things here so I can come home for a week or two.”

A feeling of warmth flowed through me before reality hit me. “How would Mom react when she finds out Mia and I have been intimate?” I asked myself. My emotions were in turmoil. I loved them both equally and couldn’t bear the thought of hurting either of them. So far, Mia had guided me through my relationship with Mom and I was certain she’d know how to deal with it, comforted with the knowledge that Mia loved Mom as much as I did.

Our nightly routine changed a little due to our new relationship. Mom insisted on cleaning the kitchen after dinner each night, providing me with more time to study, before joining me. We wore sweats, after our showers, to minimize the urge to engage in sexual activity. We focused on my studies, freeing up more leisure time afterward. Instead of retiring to the living room each night as in the past, we’d spend the evenings fucking our brains out in her bedroom.

Thursday morning, I walked into the kitchen to find the table set, with Mom carefully placing plates of steaming food down. She settled into her chair, and I followed suit, taking a sip of my coffee. Her expression, glowing with joy, instantly lifted my spirits. Bursting with excitement, she finally revealed, “Did you hear? Mia’s coming back home for a few weeks! Isn’t it wonderful?”

I hadn’t checked my phone yet, so the news caught me by surprise. A thrill of excitement ran through me at the thought of my sister returning. “I haven’t checked my phone, but it makes sense that you’d hear first, being so close to her. It’ll be great to see her again, but I’m a little worried whether we can successfully conceal our relationship from her,” I said, voicing my concern.

She reached over and held my hand, gently squeezing it. “We’ll be fine, dear. We’ve always been a loving family, so it won’t be difficult carrying on as always. The only difference is that when we can arrange it, you’ll fuck your mother senseless,” she assured me, giggling afterward, breaking the seriousness of the situation.

Thinking about how my room had been rearranged for Mom, I asked, “Do you think she’ll want to pick up where she left off, helping me with my studies? Should we move the beanbag chair back in?”

“I told her about the change, and she was thrilled to hear that I stepped up to help you,” Mom replied, her tone reassuring. “If she wants to offer her help, we can take turns. It’ll be her choice, but don’t worry—we both want what’s best for you. I’m sure we’ll figure it out together.”

“It can’t hurt to have another tutor,” I replied, chuckling. “Each of you has different strengths for my classes so we can divide it up according to my class schedule.”

When I finally checked my phone, I read Mia’s message, “Hi, sweetie. I talked my old manager into letting me return to my old store to see how the new team manages without me being there every day. I miss you so much and can’t wait to spend time with you again. I’ll be there late Friday night, so I expect you to have fucked Mom silly before I arrive, so you two aren’t making googly eyes at each other.”

She ended the message with a string of hearts and laughing emojis. I chuckled to myself, re-reading her words.

Obeying Mia’s orders wasn’t difficult as Mom was hornier than ever Friday evening, excited to see her daughter again. We fucked until exhausted, and showered afterward, washing off our cum and sweat. Dressed in our robes, as we had done before Mia’s departure, we watched TV in the living room while we waited.

When Mia arrived at nine, Mom greeted her with a tight hug and kissed her cheeks and forehead, “Welcome home, baby. I’ve missed you so much,” Mom cooed. During their embrace, Mia looked at me over Mom’s shoulder and smiled widely, her eyes displaying her love.

When Mom released her, she gave me a brotherly hug, refraining from shoving her braless tits into my chest as I would’ve liked. After giving me a quick peck on the cheek, she turned to Mom, who took her by the hand and guided her to the couch. “Sit with me for a bit and talk, while your brother brings in your bags.”

While they chatted and caught up, I hauled my sister’s belongings in and tossed them onto her bed. Once finished, I joined them, but couldn’t get a word in as they conversed non-stop. Mom grilled Mia about her new job, interrupting her several times to ask how she handled various challenges. It was comforting to watch Mom and Mia connect so effortlessly, their love for each other clearly shining through.

During a pause in their conversation, Mia turned to me and asked how my exams had gone and how my studies were progressing in general. Mom smiled widely behind her and I carefully chose my words to not give away what really happened. “Quite well, actually. Every night, Mom uses my study sheets to quiz me, much in the way you did. I owe a lot to both of you and can’t thank you enough.”

Mia smiled wickedly, replying, “I’m sure we’ll find some way for you to pay us back.”

Mom nodded, smiling sexily, acknowledging her intentions on receiving payment, in the form of a long, hard fuck from her son.

Mia, exhausted from the long drive, retired to her room while Mom and I remained for a while longer. We kissed and when she noticed my curious look, she instructed, “Let’s cool it for tonight, but after this, I expect you to sneak into my room, and service your horny mother. We’ll have to watch the noise, though, with Mia’s room right next to mine.”

“So, banging your head against the headboard is off the table. Got it,” I replied, chuckling.

“Stop it,” she ordered, giggling. “I’m getting horny just thinking about you pounding my pussy.”

After another kiss, I headed to my room and dispatched a message to Mia explaining, “Mom wants me to sneak into her room nightly and fuck her, but doesn’t want to chance it tonight if you want to join me. Love you.”

After an hour, I drifted into a deep sleep, waking up feeling refreshed. Glancing at my phone, I saw a note from Mia, reading, “Sorry, baby. I was so tired, I fell asleep immediately and didn’t see your message until this morning. I was so excited to see you, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Love you!”

When I walked into the kitchen, I smiled at the sight of Mom at the stove, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and Mia sitting at the table, where the plates and glasses had already been set. My sister had resumed her old duties, assisting Mom in the morning. While Mia flashed me a big smile, I walked over to Mom, planted a quick kiss on her neck, and said, “Good morning, Mom. Breakfast smells wonderful, as always.”

She smiled and replied, “Thanks, Steve. Have a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

I settled in, and after setting the serving dishes down, she did the same. With a grin, Mom added, “You know, Steve, it really makes my morning when you give me a little kiss of appreciation. Don’t you think your sister deserves one too, for all she’s done for you?”

“My bad, Mom. You’re right, of course,” I said, leaning over to give Mia a quick peck on the cheek as she tilted her head to present it. Both of them smiled warmly, and we enjoyed the delicious breakfast together. Afterward, Mia and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen before diving into our Saturday chores.

Sticking to our tradition of dining out on Saturday night, we showered and gathered in the living room to leave. When I entered, Mom stood alone, dressed in the floral sundress Mia had bought her—one of my favorites.

“You look beautiful, Mom. I love that dress. Is Mia still getting dressed?” I asked.

“Thanks, Steve. I know it’s one of your favorites—that’s why I wore it. As for Mia, I heard her phone go off when she headed to her room, so maybe work called,” Mom replied.

Five minutes later, when Mia finally appeared, both Mom and I did a double take. The strapless mini-dress she wore was far more daring than either I or Mom expected. I wasn’t sure what was holding up her dress, the tops of her breasts peeking above the top of her dress. The faint outline of her nipples against the material indicated she wore no bra.

Mom noticed immediately and asked, “Is that new, Mia? It fits you like a glove—not sure if that’s what you were going for.”

They both chuckled and exchanged warm smiles.

“I brought it from the new store I helped open,” Mia explained. “It’s part of a new line—the style is called Aurora, and I really like the fit and material.”

Each of them held out an arm for me to escort them to the car. Mom insisted I drive so she and Mia could chat in the back seat. True to form, they waited by their doors for me to assist them.

Mom had chosen a different restaurant this time, one closer to home, and we arrived quickly. Helping Mia out of the car first, I offered my arm, glancing sideways like a proper gentleman. Once she was on her feet, I turned to help Mom with the same courtesy.

We were led to a cozy semi-circle booth and soon began enjoying the dishes we’d ordered. Sitting in the middle, however, made eating a challenge as Mom and Mia talked animatedly throughout the meal, their enthusiastic gestures occasionally bumping me in the process.

Both of their bare legs brushed against mine throughout the meal, and they occasionally slapped their hands on my leg when laughing or emphasizing a point. Their playful banter and gestures grew more pronounced, almost like two women competing for attention. It was flattering but also left me feeling a little nervous as to whether either would inadvertently disclose our relationship.

They continued to chat after we’d cleaned our plates, Mia’s right hand found my left thigh while Mom gripped my right leg. With the table blocking the view, neither knew about the other’s hand as they both traveled upward. I casually lowered my hand to Mia’s and kept it from moving, hoping to silently communicate to her about Mom’s advances. She kept talking without skipping a beat, leaving her hand in place while Mom’s hand gripped my bulging pants, bending and twisting my prick.

While they talked about Mia’s experience at her new job, Mom smoothly shifted the conversation toward her daughter’s personal life.

“Mia, I’m sure it gets lonely working long hours and having little time for yourself,” Mom said gently. “Have you had the chance to meet anyone while you’re there? Maybe a male colleague at the store you can spend time with after work?” she asked, her voice filled with motherly concern.

Mia’s fingers pressed into my leg as she answered, “I just haven’t had time for that, Mom. If I’m not working, I’m sleeping. It’s been stressful, but I’ve really enjoyed it. It feels great knowing my efforts are making a difference and helping the business grow.”

“I’m so proud of you for doing so well, but it doesn’t surprise me,” Mom said with a warm smile. “You’ve always had a natural talent for problem-solving. “After a brief pause, her voice softened as she added, “I’m just worried you don’t have the mental and physical release that every woman needs.”

“Mom, I’m right here,” I cut in, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t you two have this conversation later?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“We’re family, Steve,” Mom countered, her tone firm but kind. “We should be open about any topic, and I’m just trying to help your sister.”

Mia’s hand tightened and I was afraid she was about to confess to Mom about our relationship. To my relief, she smirked and replied, “Mom, there are plenty of ways to relieve stress that don’t involve a man. Do I need to explain the birds and bees to you? Only this time, it’s just the birds.”

Mom’s cheeks flushed, but she managed to respond with a smile. “That might work for a while, but nothing compares to a meaningful relationship. Maybe, with you stepping away from work for a bit, you’ll have time to meet a few men and go on some dates.”

“We’ll see, Mom,” Mia replied, her tone noncommittal but kind. “In the meantime, at least I have both of you to keep me company. That means a lot to me.”

When the bill arrived, Mom’s hand shot out from beneath the table, swiftly claiming it before anyone else had a chance. She placed her card on top, making it clear there would be no discussion. Once she had paid, we left the restaurant, with Mom and Mia both linking their arms through mine as we walked out together.

At the car, Mom turned to me and stated, “Remember what Mia told us before she left town? It’s always proper to reward your date with a hug and kiss after dinner.”

“Mom, we’re not on a date,” I argued, putting up the best front I could. “We’re just a family going out for dinner.”

“Family deserves the same respect,” she replied, embracing me and then lightly kissing me before releasing me. After opening the door for her, she stood firm and ordered, “Your sister, too.”

“Seriously, Mom?” I asked, acting perturbed. “Kissing your mother isn’t out of the ordinary, but no guy considers his sister as his date.”

“She’s dressed nicely and is quite an alluring young woman. It’d be a date under any other circumstance,” she argued. “Do it for me, Steve. Please?” she pouted.

“Mom, I agree with Steve,” Mia objected. “What if one of my friends sees me? They’d rib me forever.”

“There’s no one out here, and you two need to obey me before you force me into mom mode,” Mom said firmly, though she couldn’t help but giggle afterward.

Embracing Mia tightly brought back past memories of hugging her with our nude bodies. My prick pressed into her stomach causing her to gasp. After relishing in her scent and feel, I lightly kissed her, my lips lingering on hers, while our eyes exchanged our secret, forbidden love. I wanted to remain connected to her, but knowing Mom might become suspicious, I released her and assisted Mom into the car.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked Mia as I guided my sister around the car, helping her inside.

After she crawled in, she replied, “I guess I’ve had worse.”

They giggled and began chatting away and didn’t stop until we arrived home. It was late and we decided to retire to our rooms for the night. Mom placed her purse on the counter where she generally kept it, pulled out her phone, and made eye contact with me. Her gaze went to her phone and back to me, sending me a clear message.

Once in my room, I stripped and waited. Mia and I chatted through texts for about an hour when Mom messaged me, “I’m ready for my handsome son to pay me a visit.”

I quickly dispatched a note to Mia, “Got to go. Mom requires some special attention from her loving son.”

She quickly replied, “Bang her good, baby. Love you.”

Throwing on my robe I padded down the hallway and quietly entered her room. She lay on her side, under a thin sheet facing the other direction. Shucking off my robe, I crawled in behind her and snuggled up close, my arm wrapped around her, cupping her full tit. “Reporting for duty, Mom. This is the perfect position for a nice quiet fuck. Lay still and allow me to take care of my horny mother.”

“I missed you, sweetie. It’s going to be tougher than I thought with Mia back. I know you think I’m being a little pushy with her, but I want her to experience the presence of a man so maybe she’ll seek out someone and provide us with some private time,” she explained.

I chuckled to myself remembering Mia using the same excuse to persuade me to flirt with Mom. They were more similar than they knew. Putting up a fake resistance, I replied, “She’s really focused on her work so you can’t blame her. Give her time and she’ll find someone. In the meantime, we’ll work around her.”

I stuck my hard prick between her legs and shifted upward until the top of my shaft slid across her wet, puffy labia. She moaned as my cock sawed back and forth, oiling up my stem with her juices. Pulling back until my head found her entry, I shoved into her sodden slot, splitting her open. She struggled to keep her voice low but couldn’t help grunting and groaning as my cock filled her insides.

Once her velvety folds had fully encased my steel rod, I squeezed her tit and pumped in and out of her juicy, hot cunt. Although it had only been a day since we had made love, it felt like weeks. I never tired of fucking my mom and never would. Her moans increased in volume as her horny condition escalated her excitement more rapidly than normal. After another ten minutes, sensing she needed a quick release, I gripped her rubbery nipple with my fingers and twisted it while pulling it outward.

She yelped, a little too loud while gasping for breath. Her body tensed and before she could scream, I covered her mouth with my hand and thrust in deeply, sending her over the edge. Her pussy clamped onto my prick, releasing her juices while my hand muffled her passionate screams of joy. After her body ceased jerking, I paused, my prick still buried to the hilt.

I uncovered her mouth and caressed her stomach and breasts, allowing her to recover. “Thanks, baby. I needed that so bad,” Mom cooed. “You take such good care of your mommy.”

“I love you, Mom, and will always be here for you,” I professed. After several minutes of enjoying our connection, her pussy snapped shut, signaling that she was ready for more.

I withdrew my prick and rolled her onto her back. Crawling on top of her, I rested on my elbows, my face inches from hers, her breasts pressing against my chest. She spread her legs as I wiggled around until my jutting prick found its home and slid to the bottom of her slick, warm slot. Her expression filled with joy and lust, feeling her son return to his birth canal. Grasping the tops of her shoulders, I held her body steady while setting a brisk pace of thrusting.

Her breasts heaved as her hard nipples jutted into my flesh while her pants washed my face with hot air. I kissed her gently, between breaths, as we incestuously mated. When her hips bounced upward to bury my cock in deeper, the bed groaned and squeaked. “Mom, wrap your legs around me and lift up so I can fuck you without making too much noise,” I whispered.

She loved to surround her son with her long legs and eagerly complied, her lower body lifting off the mattress while I held onto her shoulders and pounded her horny pussy. We fucked for twenty minutes, her pussy leaking and quivering periodically from mini-orgasms. She struggled to keep her moaning low but once in a while couldn’t help herself and squealed with glee.

Her eyes widened when my prick swelled, ready to unleash a day’s worth of hot semen. When her mouth opened to scream with her first contraction, I lowered my mouth to hers, muffling her cries of lust. While my prick bathed her insides with thick, sticky cum, her walls convulsed and strangled my cock, milking out every precious drop. My lips sealed her mouth as she groaned through her orgasm, her eyes filled with blissful contentment.

When her hips ceased humping, her legs relaxed and plopped to the bed. I released her mouth, allowing her to breathe deeply through her mouth. I whispered, “I love you, Mom. Fucking you is always so unbelievable.”

“I know, baby,” she replied, kissing me.

We lay together for another twenty minutes relishing in the feel of our naked flesh joined together. In a sorrowful tone, she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about Mia and I have a favor to ask of you. Could you be less resistant when I ask you to show her some affection? She’s such a desirable and beautiful young woman and I really want the best for her and hate to see her passing up relationships because of her commitment to her job. If she experiences the same kind of physical attention you give me, I think she’ll be more apt to search for someone.”

“Anything for you, Mom,” I agreed. “You know, I love her, too and just want what’s best for her.”

Satisfied with my answer, she stated forlornly, “I wish you could remain with me all night, but I know there’s a good chance that if you do I’ll be hopping back on your prick and riding you until I scream with joy. As much as I hate it, you should return to your room.”

“If not you, I’d be jumping your bones, Mom, so you’re right about that. See you in the morning,” I replied, crawling out of bed and slipping on my robe while her gaze admired my cum-coated cock dangling between my legs.

Quietly closing her door on my way out, I stopped briefly at Mia’s door, wondering if we could finally have some alone time, but knew we’d end up making a racket, alerting Mom. Walking down the hall to my room, I entered and to my delight, discovered my sister on top of my bed, wearing nothing but a large, sexy smile.

She jumped up and shoved my robe off before embracing me tightly. We kissed as lovers, our hands stroking each other’s backs.

After several minutes, she pulled back and murmured, “I’ve missed you so much. I need your big cock shoved up my horny pussy, baby. I’m hurting.”

I guided her to the bed and before I could shove her onto it, she dropped to her knees. “Not before I taste Mommy’s pussy,” she croaked, swallowing my cock whole. Her tongue washed off the remnants of Mom’s and my cum, while she bobbed up and down, reviving my prick to a hardened state. Releasing my prick, she licked and cleaned my balls. “You must have fucked her good,” she noted, giggling. “She really soaked you.” She finished with a few swipes of her tongue across my head, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

She reclined, flat on her back, and extended her long legs straight into the air, “Fuck me like you did Mom,” she begged. “It drove me nuts watching you fuck her so good. I want the same treatment.”

“Anything for my horny and cute sister,” I replied, moving up and placing her ankles on my shoulders. I ran my hands up and down her legs, noticing her’s were thinner than Mom’s, but just as smooth. They weren’t better or worse, just different and I loved feeling both of their legs.

She jerked her hips and cried, “Please don’t tease me, Bro. I’m so fucking horny. It’s been too long.”

Tending to my sister’s needs, I inched closer and lodged my ridged crown between her tight outer lips. It felt good sinking into my sister’s snug, hot pussy again. She was right—it’d been too long since we enjoyed each other’s bodies. She groaned during my entire descent and grunted when my bulbous head banged against her cervix. I didn’t waste any time pounding her until her pussy exploded on my cock.

Switching positions, as I had done to Mom, I brought her to another orgasm after fifteen minutes. Finally, assuming the final position, with her legs wrapped around me while I hammered her battered pussy, we fucked with wild abandon for twenty minutes. Both of us panted and gasped for breath as we neared our mutual orgasms. Feeling her body tense, she croaked, “Fuck me good and hard, baby. Be a proud father, knowing that you’re fucking the mother of your child.”

I shoved so hard, I thought I might plow through her tiny cervix opening, as my prick exploded. Her pussy clamped onto my cock and milked my shaft as my prick jerked and pulsed in her convulsing cunt. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had and I chuckled to myself, knowing I’d said that almost every time. We kissed fervently as our bodies tried to join as one, squirming and gyrating for the most contact.

Even after our bodies ceased jerking, our eyes remained locked together, silently expressing the depth of our love.

Recalling her words in the throes of sex, a surge of pure joy washed over me, and before I could even catch my breath, I gasped, “Is it true? Have you made me the happiest man alive? You’re pregnant?”

Her smile widened as she nodded and confirmed, “Yes, I am. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone—I wanted the moment to be perfect.”

“My love for you has never been greater,” I confessed. “My love for Mom is different but just as strong. It’s strange how I can be in love with both of you equally. We never discussed children, but deep inside, I wished for it to happen. I wasn’t sure when to approach you, but I guess now is a good time.”

We chuckled, and kissed, now as parents and lovers.

She held my head with both hands and gently kissed me, admitting, “From the moment you suggested we move to a different city and live as husband and wife, I knew I wanted to have your children.”

We chatted about the future for a bit, until Mia asked, “What’s the deal with Mom, making you kiss me and all the other hints for you to flirt with me?”

“She’s worried that you’re lonely and need a man in your life. I guess she’s using the same technique you tried using on her, getting me to flirt with her so she’d become interested in men,” I explained.

“She’s right that I’ve been lonely and need a man’s cock. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve already found one,” she replied, giggling while squeezing my soft prick with her pussy. “I’m having a blast though. Play along with her and let’s see how far she wants to push you onto me. I’d love to see how she deals with her children falling in love,” she giggled mischievously.

After a few more minutes, she gently rolled me off her, crawled out of bed, and while sliding on her robe said, “I better not stay. Knowing Mom and her hunger for your prick, she may walk in at any moment. See you in the morning. Love you.”

Once I was left alone, I fell asleep immediately, exhausted from having to satisfy two horny women in one night.

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to find Mom and Mia already sitting at the table, the hot food on the table. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mom greeted me, giving me a warm smile. I’m sure she thought my tiredness was from our love session the previous night.

I leaned down and pecked her cheek before walking to Mia. I did the same to my sister but ensured the edge of my lips brushed against hers. She smiled and said, “Good morning, Bro. Mom’s right—a good morning kiss really sets the mood. Sit down and get some nourishment before starting your chores for the day.”

Mom smiled approvingly at the attention I gave Mia, likely thinking I was following her wishes. During the meal, she turned to Mia and asked, “Did you sleep okay last night? I was a little restless and tossed and turned quite a bit. I hope the creaking of my bed didn’t disturb you.”

Mia knew Mom wanted to know if she heard her son pounding his mother’s horny pussy, but she maintained a straight face and lied, “No chance of that, Mom. Mary’s apartment, where I’m staying, is in a busy part of town and the noise comes right through the walls. I’ve learned to stick in my earbuds and listen to a soundtrack of nature sounds–it puts me right to sleep. I’ve been so accustomed to it that I use it all the time, whether there’s noise or not. You could use your bed as a trampoline and I wouldn’t be bothered.”

Mom smiled, knowing our secret was safe, and changed the subject to our jobs for the day.

After our showers that evening, I suggested Mom and Mia catch up in the living room while I studied, as I wasn’t sure how to deal with one or both of them in my room. Later that night ended with a repeat performance of the previous night of fucking both of the women I love.

Monday night, with only a light homework load, I decided to join them in the living room. We wore our robes like we had in the past. When Mom saw me, she scooted over and patted the spot on the couch between her and Mia, inviting me to sit with them. I plopped down and we watched a couple of sitcoms before Mom placed her hand on mine and guided it to her knee.

“Mia, I’m jealous of your beautiful, smooth legs. I wish mine were as nice,” she lamented, guiding my hand further up her leg several inches. Turning to me she asked, “Men really like long, smooth legs, don’t they, Steve?”

“Sure,” I said, giving her leg a gentle squeeze before caressing it further. “Glancing at Mia’s, it looks to me that there’s not much difference between them, but there’s only one way to find out.”

With my free hand, I reached over and lightly touched Mia’s leg just above her knee. Moving upward, I stroked and squeezed her smooth leg while continuing to do the same with Mom’s, carefully comparing the two.

Both of my hands crept higher, disappearing underneath their robes, and paused, inches away from their groins. “Your leg might be a little thicker up higher, but as far as how firm and smooth they are, they’re pretty equal in comparison,” I stated, justifying how far my hands ventured.