Chapter 3

“Make ... love to me, son. Please. Now. On the dining room table, right next to the pizza. Michael already gave me a ‘bucket list’ hall pass, just in case I might feel the need for it. I’m cashing it in to ... for once in my life, know what it means to be fucked by my own son. He doesn’t want me to have any regrets, you know,” Mom stripped down to her underwear now.

“Do it, bro!” Amy egged me on now.

“Do it, papi. Chinga tu madre!” Anastassia encouraged me as I dropped my pajama bottoms and Amy unhooked Mom’s panties for me.

Before I knew it, having barely touched my own pizza (Hawaiian-style with pineapples and Canadian bacon), I slid into my own mother’s dripping wet pussy to fuck her at last. I could sense that she had been ... steeling herself for this moment, showing signs of relief in hindsight that I was intimate with my own sister and another man’s girlfriend. It would make me easier to seduce ... it also explained why Mom was so easygoing on us about it. Well, that and the wine, which might have also been part of letting her kick back and go with the flow.

“OH ... MY ... GOD!” Mom screamed as she felt me really hit the downward strokes and her own legs land on my shoulders.

“See how intoxicating Victor can be, Mom? See why I can’t just ... give him up for a good Jewish boy? He might be a bad Jewish boy, but he’s a great man ... and he’s my brother ... and the love of my life. And his dick is to die for ... sorry, bad choice of words!” Amy blushed at her unfortunate turn of phrase.

“OH ... honey, don’t sweat it ... just hold my hand, please, while your brother fucks me. Anastassia, hold my other hand, please. You’re his women ... show me your blessing by holding my hands while your man ravishes me,” Mom urged us before first Amy and then Anastassia kissed her passionately on the mouth.

“Time for a kiss from me, too,” I told Mom as I leaned over and slipped her a lot of tongue.

“Have your way with me, baby ... just take me ... like you’d take them, please!” Mom begged me now, so I flipped her over onto her belly to enter her doggy-style.

Amy, on her own, began feeding Mom some more pizza by hand while Anastassia gave her more wine to drink now. They pampered Mom so well while I ravaged her, backing off now and then to let her chew and swallow safely. They then smeared marinara sauce all over her flesh and started licking it off her skin while I humped her with abandon.

Then my sister and FWB spread Mom’s cheeks to pour garlic sauce onto her crack and lick her clean. Mom’s already slick pussy got even wetter and warmer as she stroked my cock in all of the right ways and creamed herself on my dick. She moaned very loudly and spoke a few choice words in Yiddish, too, much to my shock. That was more Yiddish than I had ever heard her speak before. I lost it completely and on the next stroke, shot my load out into her waiting, rather drenched snatch. I kissed each buttock and pulled Mom up for a steamy French kiss before sitting down to eat my pizza and drink my Samuel Adams at last.

“Oh ... honey, you can do that to me again whenever you like! So can you two cuties, trust me on that. Michael will just have to understand. Mama needs that sonny D,” Mom punned, knowing full well that she didn’t mean the orange-flavored beverage.

“Well, that was the point of the bucket list hall pass, right? He wants his short-lived marriage to be with a happier cancer patient, not a miserable one. Smart man. He doesn’t want you to die, but knowing that you must, he wants to see you leave with a smile on your face that reaches your eyes. Now, I must warn you that I’m gonna fuck the holy hell out of my brother here tonight before we’re done in this room. You other two got to screw him more recently. My last sex with him was earlier this morning ... in the vanity. That was fun, but far too short. I want my fair share of Victor,” Amy demanded now.

“Baby girl, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I tucked her under the chin before kissing my way down her face ... forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and soft, wet lips.

From the way that Amy sat on my lap and insisted on feeding me by hand after that, I’d wager that she liked that kissing approach. From the way that Anastassia licked Amy’s pussy as she sat on my lap, she had a pretty swell oral policy herself. Mom showed her own joy by playing footsie with me now even as we all ate (Anastassia simply alternated between slices of pizza and Amy’s delicious twat).

As for the next move, well, let’s just say that Amy’s clever move to sit on my lap was with one position. I won’t spoil it. I’ll just let you guess.