Chapter 21: Going Down Town

If you allow time and space. ALLOW? I wish time and space were plentiful and free as rain. Only need to ‘allow’ them. Scarce like healthy fried fast foods.

After Marshall, well satisfied, departed, I closed my eyes, to catch forty winks. After only one wink, I was up again. Damned insistent knocking on my door.

Maybe space and time mean nothing, without some peace in which to enjoy them?

“Who is it? What the fuck d’ya want? It’s barely damned dawn, for Pete’s sake!”

“Darling? It’s me!” Julia? Forget the clinical pushbutton unlocker. My personal abject apology for my ungracious hail, is required. This lady at my door, is a very special, a dear, and truly a lady. My, actually Will’s mother-in-law, Helena’s Mom, is incidentally, I swear, she just happens to be the best fuck on the planet.

“JULIE!” My ecstatic greeting erupts from me. Standing buck naked, sporting a huge spontaneous erection, grinning ear to ear, open arms, in my open doorway.

“Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you, my sweet darling, and look? You have prepared a warm welcome for me. I’m so pleased!” My arms catch Julie as she collapses, barely saving herself, grabbing a double handhold on my stout cock for support.

Kissing her deeply and passionately, I claw up her skirt, seeking her tender moist pussy petals. Moaning, Julie expertly strokes my cock with all her elegant fingers.

“Did you miss Mommy terribly my big baby?” In answer, I scoop her off her feet, and kick the door shut, as I’m trotting her to the bed. Laying her down gently, my mouth investigates what my fingers uncovered. Falling to my knees beside my bed, her tender plump bare thighs fall wide apart on my shoulders, a loving cradle for my face. Her anxious fingers tangle my hair, steering dredging of her chasm. I’m frantic to keep up with the abundant seepage flooding her honeyed crevasse.

“Baby, Baby, love me up, Baby. I need your loving licking tongue. It’s been way, way to long. Suck me out, darling. I feel like I’m drowning in my own juices!”

Julie’s drowning?

I might indeed drown, if I don’t breathe through my nose. Does Julie breathe through her pussy? Lovely thought. If I had a pussy as succulent, sweet and fragrant as Julie’s, I would want all my inhalations to originate there. Julie was always very juicy. Juicy Julie. She must have been hoarding it up recently. She is creaming so fast, it nearly spurts from her. More for me. I adore, love her taste.

“Baby, Mommy is cumming so much. Your tongue must be getting worn out, by now. Stop sucking and licking. Start plugging. Dam up my hopelessly leaky pussy! I need your cock. Drive a big wedgie in me, to halt this continual incessant flow.”

“Do you worry I might add to the flooding problem, rather than staunch it?” I’m above her now, her heels hooked on my shoulders, and I’m stirring her honey pot.

“Stop fooling around Baby. Stop your teasing, this instant. Stick it up me and fuck me. I can’t wait any longer. I can’t stand not having you inside me, even for one more minute. Fuck your Mommy. Mommy desperately needs fucking. Fuck me!”

As an obedient son, I obey my Mom’s wishes. My exquisite, elegant, extremely desirable and sexy mother-in law. Twice, though not in sequence, her cervix swallows my cock, for a uterine fuck. Coming into her muscular womb is spectacularly pleasurable. When she dilates to slowly engulf me, it feels like a warm incoming tide rising over my cock. Without this unique talent, Julie would still be, I would consider her, a fabulous fuck. Include cervical sex, she’s unique.

Julie and I fuck each other ravenously, fuck some more, and again, until lunch. Through the ship. “CHOW’ reverberates. Started a minute ago, a fuck is aborted.

“Are you going to eat me again, now, Baby?” Julie tempts me, parts her beautiful thighs, toys seductively with her labia. The semen pool her ass soaks in, vetoes.

“Absolutely, not now. But later Mom. You should clean up a little first. Inside and out.” Julie sticks her finger in her pussy hole, swirls it around, pulls it out thickly coated with our combine juices, plops it in her mouth, and sucks vigorously on it.

“We are delicious mixed together, Baby. You should try it.”

“All yours, my too sexy Mommy. I assure you, you’re welcome to all of it.” Julie smiles and with gusto, industriously begins transferring mutual jizz to her mouth.

I’ve see enough.

“I have to tend to a couple things Mom. Would you enjoy a brunch tray, if I bring you one?”

‘I’m fine, son. I have plenty to eat already” Sucking and licking her fingers.

“If you change your mind about moving on board with me, I would love to have you. Rest well Mom. Mi casa es tu casa.” I jump in the shower, dress, and escape.

Julie didn’t know of access to EROS, and my availability, until Randy told her. Randy encountered a few young disenfranchised ex-brides of Will’s, quite by accident, while he visited the stables, and the girls returned from their ride.

Randy enjoyed center of attention status at supper in the palatial dining room.

His youthful good looks, athletic physique, refined manners, and stylish clothes, stimulated lubing pussies, all over the main house. Staff and residents, both. Julie learned about EROS from dinner conversation. She flirted outrageously with Randy. Certain he would come to her room, she diddled herself to distraction all night. Near dawn, she surrendered to need. Choking on wounded pride, she sought me out, discovering EROS on her own. Actually, a Goblin guard at the Foyer portal, let her aboard and directed her to my room. The guard, named Nellie, I will reward her courtesy soon. I promise myself. Goblin girls are hot, exotic, and sexy.

Julie doesn’t want to leave her lifelong home. Fortunately, EROS is connected to her property. I offer to visit her in her rooms, but, she warns me, her devolving tastes for younger and younger girls might offend me. We let the subject drop there. Julie is welcome aboard anytime she wants to walk over. I hope it’s often.

I need a lift to town. Laura excuses Gidget from bridge duties to chauffeur me. Laura says it’s about time she trains additional bridge crew. We are approaching the Maldives. A high traffic area, Laura wants extra eyes staring out the windows.

Helena’s car is Helena’s. Don’t ask to borrow. Helena’s generosity has vanished.

Our own two vehicles are, a huge 32 passenger? I think, bus, and a dangerously overpowered race car. Gidget can expertly drive either, and I neither.

Gidget races us into town. First stop, the apartments. I expect to find them empty. There’s a motorbike leaning against the building, under the stairs. I recognize it, as one of ours. Shit, I can ride, and could have used a bike. Gidget didn’t need to drive me. Stupid. Thoughtless of me. I had forgotten we had bikes.

All the young brides are living out at the ranch. Almost all. Amaru has taken up residence in town, evidently. Accompanied by three witchy nuns, Angel, Xavier, and Expedite. The later two, pregnant. Wonder whose taking care of whom?

And Amaru has company. Randy. Smart boy. Found his way to town and into Amaru’s twat. They’re fucking with the nuns as a growing audience. Grown by two more spectators, Gidget and me. Randy and Amaru are smiling and laughing, thinks this is great fun, putting on a show. Randy seems to think so, anyway. Amaru’s grin is of a different sort, if I’m not being self delusional and arrogant. Interpreted my way, her grin is more of, I don’t know if I can explain it, I’ll try.

She’s sort of promising, “See the fun we’ll have when it’s your turn?”. Well, maybe I’m imagining it. Sloppy seconds after Randy really isn’t all that attractive.

Xavier and Expedite obviously are enjoying the show. They’re sitting on the floor, open legged, habit skirts tucked way up above their near term swollen pregnant bellies, diddling their swollen dark tinged pussies, and enjoying constant orgasms.

Doesn’t seem right. Their faces are tear streaked, their eyes aren’t rolling up in delirium. It’s terror?

A silent mental call to Mama Ava. She’s constantly reading my mind, and I hope now isn’t an exception.

“Mama Ava, not criticizing, of course, but on the chance you gave Randy a daddybrater button? And if my suspicion’s correct, he’s keeping it on full time, directed at the nuns. Wouldn’t it be kinder to limit him to, say, 10% power? Until he learns sympathy, empathy, and gentleness? I believe Expedite is about to premature deliver and Xavier probably not far behind.”

“Astute of you darling. I’ve removed the dangerous toy from Randy, until he’s older and wiser, mature enough to use it sparingly.”

“Thanks Mama.” Rushing to Expedite, I prevent her from falling over. Gidget follows my lead, in support of Xavier. Both are trembling all over. An improvement in magnitude from the previous spasming all over. Their weeping is now audible. Trying to soothe Expedite with kisses and caresses. Both women are somewhat content to be held protectively. Relived from being orgasmed to death.

“Hey! How come you made them cry? They were having fun.” Randy accuses me? With an angry outburst? The young ass! Teenagers!

“If you ever do anything even remotely similar to that again, Randy? You’ll need to squat to pee the rest of your life. I’ll sit you on the chicken beheading stump, and take the chicken hatchet to you!”

‘They liked it.”

“You were killing them, Randy. And you’re to ignorant and inexperienced to recognize it.”

“Ah, shucks, you’re exaggerating. (Pause) Aren’t you?”

“Phil is willing to wait for a next time, Randy. When Xavier is calm enough, I’m going to use the chicken hatchet on you today!” Gidget adds two cents worth.

“Ah, Aunt Gidget, you wouldn’t. Not really?” Randy hopes she’s teasing.