Chapter 3

“I’m just glad that the drinking age was lowered to something much more reasonable than twenty fucking one! Same with smoking cigarettes, of course!” Jessica declared as I began ravaging her and Mom, back and forth as I pleased.

“So you can smoke after we fuck, sis?” I teased her as I now entered Melissa for a little change.

“Something like that, yes,” Jess winked at me while squirming and wiggling her booty at me.

“Well, just because the world has ended doesn’t mean that the pleasures of sin have to go away, right?” I laughed as I slapped my eldest stepsister’s perky butt.

“Heaven’s just a sin away, as the Kendalls once sang,” Mom alluded to a very old-school country act that few of my generation even heard of in their entire lives.

“Not familiar with the group, but I love the sentiment,” I declared as I now eased into Lisa to sample her delights.

“Oh ... fuck, bro ... fuck ... you’re tryin’ to get your dick wet in each of our pussies, aren’t you?” Lisa cussed in obvious pleasure.

“Damn straight ... why not sample the smorgasbord first, right?” I playfully smacked her buns for her “cheeky” ways.

“Taste the rainbow, you might say?” Wendy snickered as Mary and she waited their turns.

“Now you got it!” I winked at her and her “twin,” too.

“Oh, bro ... don’t forget us!” Sabrina added.

“Yeah, we need lovin’, too!” Carly insisted.

“So many girls, so little time, what is a boy to do?” I chuckled now as I entered Wendy and Mary for a little while in alternating strokes.

“Suck it up, buttercup ... you signed up to take care of eight ladies, and I didn’t raise my son to go back on his word, did I?” Mom licked her lips as I started on Carly and Sabrina for a little swap.

“Well, you got your dick wet in each of us now, haven’t you ... what next?” Mom asked coyly as I resumed fucking her with a vengeance.

This time, I didn’t swap for several strokes, plenty of thrusts back and forth inside my own mother and her delectable twat. She pushed back furiously at me, her hips being honest as Shakira’s right then as she moved with an undeniable lust pent-up by years of marriage to an evangelical, “born-again” Christian husband. God, that would have to be a sort of personal hell, wouldn’t it? Dylan was an alright guy for a fundie, but he was still a goddamned Jesus Freak and that usually meant either a hypocrite or a prude in the sack. Sometimes a little of both, in fact.

“Oh, fuck, Mom ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Mom! Jack is really humping the hell out of you! Sure he’s not takin’ the circumcision out on you just a little bit?” Melissa teased us while I pounded Mom to within an inch of her life.

“OOHHHHHHMMMMYYYYFUCKINGGG ... GODDD!” Mom swore loudly now as I probed deeper and bottomed-out at last inside her yummy slit.

The sight of her wondrous ass didn’t hurt my feverish lust, either, the primal, instinctive self taking full command of me as I had my way with Mom. She roared with her hunger, her thirst, her desire, and her passion now. We were now in a rather ancient, prehistoric, atavistic state of mind, both of us as I slammed into her luscious cunt from behind repeatedly. Mom completely lost all self-restraint at last and exploded from the pure ecstasy of having me, her own son, use her that way at last.

God ... damn ... it, I couldn’t hold back anymore, especially once Mom shouted, “Do it ... knock me up ... give me the baby that Dylan never could or would! I’m your woman now, not his anymore!”

“We’re all yours now, Jack!” the others shouted in support of Mom’s declaration, causing me to erupt inside her slippery snatch at last.

God, I really hoped that she meant it ... because right then, I wanted nothing more than I wanted to knock Mom up. I wanted her belly to swell with my spawn, and those of the others, too. I never craved anything quite as hungrily as I ached for that.

I was bound and determined that it would happen sooner rather than later. I made my mind up. I was gonna get my way. That was just how it was.