Chapter 4

Two hours later, I found Erica and Brooke lying on a futon in one of the spare rooms at Mom’s. I was a bit tapped out, of course, but damn if both young ladies didn’t look gorgeous, just like their mother, who walked back to the same futon herself just then. Karen had this look on her face as if she was nearly disturbed in the midst of a guilty pleasure of sorts. Then she openly ogled me, her eyes glassy with drunken lust.

“Oh, Jacques! What you been up to, honey? Something ... naughty? Perhaps you’d like to join us ... the three of us, here on the futon? Nobody will be the wiser, I swear it! Right, girls? They don’t need to know that Mama shares boys with her girls!” Karen almost pulled me onto the futon and sniffed me while her roused daughters began smelling the scent of sex on me, too.

“Mom, he smells like pussy ... and ass!” Erica assured her mother before they dragged me under the covers with them.

Before I knew it, of course, my boner betrayed my desire, and I found myself reviving sooner than expected to enter my ex-babysitter first. I heard a cough and saw Angie standing in the hallway, but then she winked at me and blew me a kiss. It was apparent what she thought of me screwing Karen and her ginger daughters. When similar gestures came from Alexis and Nadia, well, the point was quite clear.

They were more on board with me sleeping with Karen and her daughters than I feared that they would be. Then again, they were my abject fucktoys, weren’t they, and now the gingers in bed with me would be as well. Furthermore, Lora and Molly, Dad’s daughters by Katja, and Allura and Dawn, Mom’s by Ambrose, were my sluts as well, and they knew it. For that matter, so were Betsy and Diane in effect. Even Nigel, Wladyslaw, Bruce, and Beau were under my thumb in some form or another now, which was useful even if I didn’t desire them.

Damn, I was just a hunk of burning love, or was that, lust, right then, wasn’t I? Oh, like it mattered ... it was always tough to tell love, lust, and affection apart when it came to crushes or whatever. Especially when one was young like me. There was no rush in figuring it out, was there? There was plenty of time to revel in it all as I delved deeper into the MILFy pussy of Karen O’Reilly as well as her two lusty daughters.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, Mom! He’s just as you said that he’d be, given the chance to seduce him together! I can tell that he’s been screwing some other lucky bitches, but I don’t care at all!” Brooke declared, as she took her turn at my dick.

“Shhh ... keep it down! Can’t have those church folks eavesdropping, you know!” Karen moaned as she took another couple of strokes of my cock inside her wet and willing twat.

So, I thought, not only did I have some ladies mesmerized and captivated by these late tricks, but I also had some cuties eager to fuck me, anyway. That didn’t mean that they were exempt from my tricks, of course. Especially since they might welcome them, after all. With any luck, I would impregnate them all. That was the fantasy at least. One big, happy, horny family, with me at its head.

Just then, of course, Erica sat on her mother’s face to keep her from waking everyone with her screams of ecstasy. Brooke, for her part, began licking her mother’s butt under the covers to help push both of us over the edge. Before I knew it, my cock and balls spasmed and I shot out my jizz deep inside Karen’s juicy twat. Then all three ladies planted kisses on my mouth, with no shortage of tongue, letting me taste each of them in turn.

“I don’t care who your other lovers are, babe, as long as you keep laying that pipe with all three of us. You know where to find us, too. We live together, after all. I’ve craved you for years, as have my daughters, especially based upon my reports as well as what they’ve seen of you with their own eyes. We’re yours, honey. Just remember that. If you ever need to move in with us, well, the door is always open ... as are our arms ... and thighs. Wide open, sugar. You’re our studmuffin and don’t you forget it,” Karen told me passionately as they each kissed me all over again.

“Well, I’d better go piss and shower. I can’t go around smelling like snatch, can I?” I laughed as I ran to the john.

“Yeah, even Pastor Bob would catch on to that!” Karen teased with her insinuation that the minister lived like a monk or something.

I hoped not, for his sake, but if he did, it would explain a thing or two, wouldn’t it?

For now, though, I had a shower to take. Except, as it turned out, I wasn’t alone. At all.