Dude, You Slept With My Mom?! Ch.61

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 33 - 77/104 = 74.04%)

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~~~ Week 33 - Monday ~~~

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I must have been more tired than I thought. I didn't even realize that Jessie was no longer in bed with me until Maggie squeezed my bicep and called my name. I unwrapped my arms from around Samantha so that she could take the child.

When Samantha woke up enough to realize what was happening, she whined for me. Maggie told her that - if she wanted me to ride with them to school - that I needed a shower - because I was sweaty from holding her all night.

Samantha begged a kiss and then went to get her face washed, her teeth brushed, and her bed-head tamed. I headed for my shower, cleaned up quickly, and dressed in work clothes. When I came out, Maggie looked at my outfit and laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"I was very specifically told,...," she started to say.

She glanced at Samantha.

"Let's get this gorgeous girl off to school and I'll update you on your schedule for the day," she amended.

Samantha begged to be picked up. I gave into her. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and snuggled herself against my chest.

Maggie grabbed the girl's backpack and we headed for the garage. I opened the door on the SUV and tried to put Samantha in her car seat but she refused to let me go until she got another kiss. Once that dilemma was overcome, I got her into her seat and then strapped her in. I took the backpack from Maggie and set it on the floorboard, below her feet. I went around the vehicle and hopped in to sit beside the 5-year-old. Maggie hit the button for the garage door and we backed out.

When we arrived at the school, Maggie sat in the line of cars while I jumped out, grabbed the kid and the backpack, and carried both up to the teacher. She gave me a smile and greeted Samantha by name. The little imp required one more kiss before she would allow me to leave - and then only after I had promised that I would be there to pick her up at the end of the day.

When I returned to the SUV, I jumped in the front seat beside Maggie. We slowly crept forward with the other vehicles as parents rushed to passed their precious little darlings off to the smiling teachers.

"Am I not working today?" I asked Maggie.

"You'll be plenty busy...," she warned, laughing. "Sam, you've been gone since Wednesday and most of us haven't had private time with you since the day before that. For some of us, it's been even longer than that. It's been almost a week, you bastard. Emily offered for me to have my time with you before I headed to the office this morning but Mondays are always busy and I want her to be first."

"I love you...," I told her.

"And I love you, you fat-dicked, man-boy," she replied. "Do you know that I was perfectly content with the occasional rage-fuck - just to appease my jealousy with Brian's father before you showed up in my back yard - all sweaty - and turned my world upside-down?"

"You turned my world upside-down too, gorgeous," I replied.

She leaned over for a kiss that lasted until the car behind us tooted the horn. Maggie squeaked and hurried to leave the parking lot - allowing all of the cars behind us to get to wherever it was that they were going. I took her fingers in mine and held them as she drove me home.

She pulled up in front of the house and leaned over to collect another kiss before she ordered me out of the vehicle, warning me that the girls expected me to be waiting, naked, in bed when they arrived.

I went inside, undressed, dabbed a little cologne on my collarbone, and pushed back the covers on Maggie's old bed. I looked down at that bed and remembered how it used to be situated in the room - before she and I moved it - and then made it move - so many months before.

I heard the front door and jumped into bed. I considered pulling the sheet over me but decided that Emily would probably prefer to get a good look at me as soon as she came through the door. I quickly stroked my cock to get it hard for her. I yanked my hand away as the bedroom door started to swing open.

"I probably should have known better than to just stick my head in here...," Alyssa said, grinning down at me.

"He's naked, isn't he?" Brian asked from the hallway.

It was already too late to cover up. Besides, I kind of liked the way Alyssa was still looking at my mostly-rigid cock. She cleared her throat and pulled her eyes from my dick to my face.

"Since everybody else is slacking off this morning, Emily told Brian and me that we could go get something for breakfast," Alyssa said. "You want anything?"

I was tempted to ask for a pair of her panties but decided that might not go over well.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

I was, quite honestly, a little surprised that she was still standing there, without making me cover up. Her eyes were on mine but I was pretty sure she could see my cock easily enough as well. I decided to test that theory. I tightened my inner muscles to make my cock bob higher for a second.

"Nice...," she said, smirking. "We're going to that bakery that Mayor White gets things from. You want a cream horn?"

"Yes, please," I told her.

Alyssa leered directly at my cock and licked her lips. She laughed when I groaned.

"Will you stop?" Brian growled at her.

"I'll leave your... treat...," on the counter in the kitchen when we come back," Alyssa said. "I have a feeling you'll still be... busy..."

Emily hurried through the door, brushing against Alyssa's backside.

"Unless you're planning to watch...," Emily warned her, as she began stripping.

"I've had my fill of him," Alyssa told her before turning back to me. "Have fun, Sam," she said, before disappearing and pulling the door shut behind her.

A very naked lavender-headed minx climbed onto the bed and slithered up my body, rubbing herself against me like a snake as she came. Her lips went to my ear.

"Was Alyssa checking you out?" she asked at a whisper.

"I think she was just fucking with me," I whispered back.

I groaned as Emily kissed her way down my neck and then around to the front. She sucked on the front of my Adam's apple as she worked her hand up and down my shaft. She dragged the nose of my penis around and around her clitoral hood until her clit stiffened enough for her to give it a little kiss with the head of my cock - and then she dragged me to her entrance and settled the nose of my prick between her velvety-soft inner-folds. She held me at the very edge of entering her and ran her fist up and down my length. Each time she pulled, she squeezed and tugged - like she was trying to feed her little kitty some fresh milk - right from the udder - which - in this case - was my bloated ball-sack.

"Emily...," I groaned.

"Shut up, you bastard...," she snarled. "Do you have any fucking idea how horny I am right now?"

"I...," I started to answer.

"No! You don't! Maria says you've been balls-deep in pussy the whole time you've been gone and I'll bet you never even thought about us back here..."

"I did...," I whined.

She bit my lip, hard, and then sucked on it to make it swell even more - sort of like Arabella had done to me. The act was so similar that I wondered if Arabella had actually told her what she'd done. I briefly thought about telling her that Arabella had asked me why I had stopped fucking her - and telling my angry little fuck-buddy that I'd been thinking of her - but I was certain that Emily had this whole session already mapped out in her mind and I was probably better off just letting her vent and find her release.

Apparently, the horny little minx had worked herself up enough that teasing the head of my dick against the mouth of her pussy was no longer sufficient. Emily ran her hand down my throbbing shaft until she got a hold of my balls. She held them in her fist and squeezed them gently as she started slamming her pussy onto me - driving onto my length again and again as she spent her rage to power her legs, thighs, and hips so that she could fuck me at a punishing pace.

Emily came twice on my cock before she seemed to be slowing down. She had released my balls after feeling them begin to swell with my need for her. Her arms had gone around my neck and she had started kissing me. The kisses had continued even after the first orgasm and then the second one. Now, though, she was catching her breath.

Emily gave a squeak of surprise as I rolled her onto her back. She wrapped her thighs around me and tried to hang on as I sped up my strokes. I stopped fucking her long enough to suck and nibble on her tiny pink nipples and then I went back to plowing her again. She caressed my cheek and then gripped my forearms as I held her hips in place and drove into her hard and fast.

Emily's face told me that she needed me to cum in her. The desire was more than just a simple want. As I hurried my impending climax, I wondered if the others were going to need that as well to feel reassured that I hadn't completely forgotten about them.

When Emily heard my groan and felt my jism blasting inside of her, she dug her fingertips into my arms and raised her head to get her lips onto mine. I purred into our kiss, her eyes sparkling. As she lay back again, I followed her - keeping our lips mashed together. She wrapped her legs around my hips, locked her ankles, and ground her pussy around and around on my still-spurting penis.

"Mine," she said, kissing me again.

I couldn't keep from chuckling at her.

"We all missed you, you ass...," she whispered, running her fingers along my jaw. "I hope you did right by Maria. I'm not sure I'll be able to give you up again anytime soon."

"Maria seemed happy...," I said.

"She was," Emily said, nodding. "I checked. She was fucking ecstatic. How many women did you bone? How often?"

"All of them, all of the time,..."

She snarled and pulled my lips to hers again.

"You need to learn to share...," she said, grinning.

"You'll love Liv and Élodie...," I promised.

"That's a different sort of a name...," Emily said.

"Liv is a masseuse from Stockholm, Sweden," I told her. "Élodie is a legit French maid - direct from Paris. Helena told me that she would be getting your number from Maria soon so that you two could talk. She also hinted that the girls might still be working for her when she takes us halfway around the world..."

"You were only six hours away...," Emily stated. "Did you at least remember to take pictures - or were you balls-deep in pussy the whole time?"

"Eat, sleep, fuck...," I answered.

"Why, oh why did I have to fall for a fucking man-whore?" she moaned.

I kissed her, tenderly, and didn't stop until she pushed me away.

"Food's here!" Alyssa called.

"Thanks, hun!" Emily yelled back.

I rolled us to the side of the bed and got my feet under me. I carried Emily to the kitchen, still mounted on my cock. Alyssa was just pulling the door closed and saw us arrive. She shook her head at us, laughing, as she vanished.

I sat on a bar stool, with a cute pussy perched on my lap, as the two of us devoured our cream-filled pastries.

"This is almost as good as sex," Emily teased.

"Seriously?" I asked. "I must be losing my touch."

Emily laughed and kissed me, transferring some of the cream that had been on her lip to mine.

"Are we still on the Ustasewski job?" I asked.

"Yes," Emily replied, giving me a hateful look. "One of my employees hasn't been showing up for work..."

"Sorry...," I said, giving her a sheepish look.

"We're fine," she said, smirking at me. "We're actually almost done - which is why I told Maggie that we'd just keep you here for the day so that each of us could catch up with you. Before I go... Jessie will be here at three o'clock. The two of you are meeting her Mom at the school to pick Samantha up. You, Josephine,..."

"Who's Josephine?" I asked.

"Her mom, ass!" Emily gasped.

"Right... sorry..."

"You, Josephine, Jessie, and Samantha are meeting your mother at the courthouse at four o'clock."

"For...?"

"Maria has your paperwork ready and will be there to hand it off to you and show you where to file it," Emily said. "We all want to be there but Maria warned that you're already going to be pushing the limits on who's allowed. She figures that the two grandmothers can probably argue their way in... You're going to be a daddy!"

"Today?!"

"After Samantha's whole explosive episode, yesterday, we all decided that she needs some closure. Are you mad?"

"No!"

"Good - cuz you're fucking doing it anyway, jackass..."

I kissed her and we ended up making out for a few minutes before we separated again (at least our upper bodies).

"I need a date, fat-dick," she snarled.

"We haven't gotten much alone-time lately," I agreed, nodding.

"I talked to Maggie about having one herself, but she says she doesn't need one..."

"... but you think she does?"

"We all do... even my mother. I'm sure she's about to lose her mind. She was overly subdued yesterday but didn't actually mention missing you because Samantha was losing it."

"Okay," I said, nodding. "Where are we going on this date?"

"You know those costumes we got for Halloween?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you take me to ComiCon?" Emily asked. "April will be jealous. Hell, Alyssa might even..."

"That sounds like fun, I'll talk to Maggie and..."

"I'll fucking go online and order them, you ass. Why do we have to do *everything* for you?! You are such a waste of air!"

"I'm pulling my dick out of you..."

"The fuck you are! I'm cumming at least once more before I go fucking do your job!"

I ran my thumbs over her pert nipples as she rage-kissed me and growled into my mouth. When she saw the silly grin on my face, she bit my jaw until I squirmed.

"Bounce me on your cock, you dick...," she ordered.

"We're going to fall off of this thing...," I warned. "It's not that solid..."

"Do it..."

Somehow, we managed to keep from tumbling off of the barstool as I bounced Emily up and down on my cock until she came for me again. She kissed me and then ordered me to take her to the shower. We scrubbed quickly and then she dressed.

"After the courthouse, Josephine will head home and Jessie will bring Samantha here. Your mother wants to go Christmas shopping with you..."

"Fuck...," I groaned, realizing what that meant.

"You two aren't really going shopping, are you?" Emily asked, smirking.

"Not *just* shopping...," I answered. "She's no doubt figured out what Elise and I are up to..."

"Good luck with that...," Emily said.

She threw her arms around my neck, kissed me hard, and headed for the door.

"You're sleeping with Maggie tonight...," she warned as she left.

"I love you...," I called.

"You'd fucking better..."

While I was waiting for my next lover to show up, I checked my phone. Maria had messaged to tell me most of the same info about filing the paperwork to officially adopt Samantha. She had also sent me a couple more pictures from our trip - one of me coming out of the water from messing around on the SeaBob and a copy of Helena's picture of all of us. At least now I'd be able to show Emily and the others what everybody looked like.

April was already naked when she came racing through the door. She leapt on top of me, wrapped her arms and legs around me, and kissed me hard.

"Choke me while you fuck me?" she begged.

"You know that bothers me...," I told her.

Please... Sam... You fucking owe us!"

"Fine...," I groaned.

She rolled to her back and spread her legs wide. I knelt and sucked her pussy as she tried desperately to shove me away.

"You never listen!" she complained. "Fucking get your ass up here and wreck me!"

I kissed my way to her lips, sucking her nipples on the way there. As soon as I pressed my lips to hers, she grabbed my cock and got it into her. Apparently, I wasn't working quickly enough for her. She started swinging her fist at my face.

At first, I thought she was really pissed - and then I realized she was just incentivizing me to hold her down. I fought through her flailing fists and shoved her hands above her head. She thrashed and wriggled. I head-butted her in the forehead. She look shocked for a second and then she lunged at me, mouth open, teeth ready to bite whatever she could reach - like some kind of rabid animal. I crossed her wrists, shoved them into the mattress, then reached down to grab her left leg and pull it between us. I pinned her down with my hip and I beat her ass until it was red and raw-looking. She was still acting like she'd gone feral. I pulled her left leg back to where it had been, opening her up, and pressing into her to hold her down. She lunged at me as I slid a finger into her and fucked her with it for a minute before I fisted my cock, brought it to her entrance, and then shoved my way inside of her.

The wild look in her eyes went even more feral as I reached for her neck and wrapped my fingers around it. When I squeezed a little, she lunged again, and growled. I thrust into her and squeezed a little harder. Cautiously, nervous the whole time, I gave her more and more tension until her face started to redden. She whined and stopped moving around like she had been. April brought her legs up and wrapped them around my thighs as I pounded into her. She came soon after - and again not long after that.

"Harder...," she whispered.

When I gave her a confused look - about whether that meant my fist or my fucking - she indicated that she had meant both.

I gripped her neck a little tighter and drove into her even harder than before. April's erotic little whining grew more and more shrill and intense as her next climax got closer and closer.

When her next climax came, she squirted a little and made a mess of me. That was enough to end me. I made a mess inside of her.

We lay, still intertwined, and kissed for a bit after I rolled to my back and she melted onto me.

"I needed that...," she said a little tiredly. "I love you. I'm not sure I tell you that enough. I missed you."

"I missed you too," I said.

"Bullshit..."

"I did, actually, think about you..."

"While fucking some strange woman?" she asked.

"Yes."

"A likely story..."

She looked up at me, grinning.

"If you were any other man, I would never believe you..."

"You believe me, then?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure you're one of the few men on the planet that can fuck a woman while simultaneously having a casual conversation with her mother...," April replied. "In fact, I think you might have done that with me the first time we met..."

I grinned at her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me harder.

"We need to shower," she said, finally.

I carried her there and we got busy, working to clean each other up. She stole a few kisses while we did. As we toweled off, she gave me my next instructions.

"I'm taking the truck back to get Emily," she said. "Grab my car and head to the diner. Elise will be along after lunch and then Jessie will come get her time with you before you two go pick up Samantha. How did drop-off go?"

"Samantha was better once she saw her teacher," I told the blonde.

"Good," April said. "I love her dearly but... fuck... I'm so not ready for that... I want to be pregnant with your baby but I do *not* want what comes next. Can we just pretend you're breeding me?"

"Not when I'm choking you...," I told her.

"Fine...," she said. "I get it."

"I want you all doe-eyed and begging for it when you tell me that you want me to put a baby in you..."

"Fuck...," April groaned. "I should have gone with that for my time with you... I like it when you hold me down and fuck the shit out of me though..."

"You're weird...," I told her.

"I'm not the only one who likes shit like that...," she replied.

"I know that... I've run into a few..."

"See you in a bit..."

"I love you...," I told her.

"You'd better, you fucker...," she growled.

I checked the time and went to look for April's keys. They were on the key-rack by the front door. I glanced down at my clean clothes. Mom was going to know that I wasn't working... I sighed and headed out of the back door to grab the Civic.

I got to the diner before the others. Since my hands were already clean, I slid into the seat in our booth. Mom came over and sat on the edge of the other seat.

"I'm meeting you at three...," she warned.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked.

"You adopting Samantha?" she asked. "Yes... I'm okay with that..."

I groaned.

"We need to talk...," she said.

"Dinner and shopping tonight?" I asked.

"You've talked to Emily?" she inquired.

"I'm spending the day, catching up with everybody..."

She eyed my clean clothes and nodded without saying anything.

"I'll get your drinks."

When my sister came in, she bent down to whisper a warning to me.

"Mom and I talked some yesterday," she said quietly.

"I wondered...," I replied.

"I'll fill you in a little more after lunch..."

"Sounds good," I said.

"... and then you can fill *me* in a little," she finished, giving my crotch a look while licking her lips.

I reached for her chest but she gave a snort of laughter and swatted my fingers. She stood up and barely missed colliding with Mom.

"Behave...," Mom told her quietly.

"Your son is a bad influence...," Elise told our mother.

"You're supposed to be the role model," Mom shot back.

"I tried that," Elise told her. "He corrupted me."

"It's all on him, is it?" Mom asked.

"Mom," I said, bringing her up short.

Elise dropped into her seat, behind mine, and moved over for Jessie to sit with her. That probably worked out for the best - it served to put some distance between my sister and my mother.

Mom had been doing a lot better with coming to grips with things - and not being quite so eager to make sure that Elise and I were "following the narrow way" - but I knew we were severely pushing her. From that moment, when Elise and I first became intimate, I had known that it would only be a matter of time before my sister and I were going to need to have this conversation with our mother.

I wondered how their conversation had gone, the previous day. I was anxious to hear what my sister had to tell me. I was also looking forward to spending a little freak-time with her. After that first time together with her - when she'd just kind of gone crazy - I'd gotten pretty addicted to the new version of my big sister. Growing up, we'd been fairly close, but that was nowhere close to how things were now. We were intimate on so many levels!

My cock was stiffening, just thinking about it.

Mom and Rhonda delivered our meals and we started digging in. I glanced over to see Alyssa working to avoid looking at me. Brian was watching her closely. I got the distinct feeling that he had chapped her ass for either gawking at my cock or for trying to get me wound up about the situation.

"How's the job going?" I asked him.

"We're pretty much done," he said. "We've got a few things, here and there. Even with all of them taking off to come see you, we'll be golden. Emily had us work a little extra on Saturday. They'd already been talking about missing you and the plans for today had already started forming."

"Sorry to mess with the schedule so much," I told him.

"We're cool," he said, offering a smile. "You busted your ass, last week, to get the worst of it out of the way. It's really been all downhill from there..."

"Good," I said.

He nodded. We both went back to focusing on our food.

As soon as I finished eating, I leaned over the seat to catch my sister's ear.

"I'm going to go see if I can find a necklace to give to Samantha at the courthouse," I told her.

"Our session?"

"I won't spend more than an hour looking for it," I promised. "Just meet me at the house."

"You'd better not be late...," she threatened.

"I won't!" I told her.

I pursed my lips and offered her a kiss. She bounced up and pecked me on the lips. I slid out of my seat and headed for the cash register. Mom was watching me make my way there. I wondered if she'd seen Elise kiss me or not.

"Please be careful...," she warned.

That was a yes.

"I am," I said.

Mom sighed.

I scribbled twice the normal tip on the receipt and handed it back to her.

"Samuel!" she barked.

I walked away from her. I had no way of knowing if anybody had even tipped while I'd been gone. I'd done it just for spite but that was my excuse to justify it, if anybody asked.

I gave the gang a wave and headed for the rear exit. I jumped in the car and tried to think about where I would find what I wanted. The mall was my best bet. I headed that way.

I spent a half-hour in the Disney store and came up empty-handed. As I was passing through the center of the mall, between the dozens of little one-person kiosk-like stands/stalls that were set up there, I spotted a lady who was selling charm bracelets. My heartrate spiked and I headed her way.

Since I was already running out of time, I simply walked up to her and told her what I was looking for. My heart pounded in my chest as she jumped up and began searching, telling me that she thought she had what I wanted. By the end of ten minutes of her frantic searching, I was about to give up and head home. The woman suddenly gave a cheer of triumph and pulled a silver chain from a little drawer. She dangled the thing in front of my eyes. I snatched it from her fingers and laid it on my palm to study it.

It was exactly what I'd had in mind.

"Can you make this into a necklace?" I asked.

"I'm sorry...," she said, shaking her head. "I have no way to modify it. This necklace is the closest thing that I have that matches that bracelet..."

She laid a long chain across my palm and then crossed my hand again to drop the single charm next to the wristband - a crab with its pincers raised in the air - to ward off the predators.

"How much for both?" I asked.

My voice trembled. I was trying not to squeal like a little girl - probably just exactly how a certain little girl was going to squeal when I gave it to her - or at least so I hoped.

"30 for both?" she asked. "I usually get $20 each..."

"Done!" I said. "Card?"

"Perfect."

I gave her my debit card.

"My phone is slow," she warned. "Let me get you a couple boxes while that sends..."

She pulled out a non-descript white box for the bracelet and a longer one for the necklace. She pulled the lid off of the smaller box, took the bracelet, and laid it on the little foam cushion that was inside. She closed the lid and held the box out to me. I took it and set it by her phone. We tucked the necklace away as well.

"Bag?"

"I'm good," I said.

She pulled my card from the reader that was hooked to her phone and handed it back.

"Thanks so much!" she said.

"I don't need to sign?" I asked.

"It went through. We're good."

"Awesome! I love you!"

She chuckled.

"I love you too...?" she said, giving me a curious look.

"Sorry!" I told her. "I got excited. Thank you so much!"

"I'm happy for you," she replied, giggling.

I darted off, heading for the exit - carrying my two little boxes like I was escaping from Fort Knox.

I jumped in the Civic, started the engine, pulled on my belt, and took off - racing for home.

I hurried in the back door, set the boxes on the kitchen counter, and raced down the hall. Elise was sitting on the bed, looking angry.

I hurried to undress, panting for breath.

"What were you looking for?" she asked, standing to take off her clothes.

"A present for Samantha, for after the paperwork is filed," I explained. "I already sort of knew what I wanted but I hadn't started trying to track it down. I thought I had more time to find it. I'd planned to do the adoption when I got the rings for you and Jessie."

"Yeah, well she was really... missing... you... Fuck, Sam..."

My big sister moaned as I sucked on her left nipple and rubbed the right one with my thumb. I slid my hand into her pants - and then her panties - and worked my finger inside of her - even as she struggled to get the rest of her clothes off.

I wrapped an arm around her, turned, and dropped backwards onto the mattress, dragging her with me. She was lying on top of me, still fighting with her pants and underwear, as I fingered her pussy and switched to sucking her right nipple.

"Sam...," she moaned.

I pulled my finger out of her, helped shove her pants down, and then I grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her, leaving only a few tattered remnants behind.

"Bastard...," she growled. "I liked those..."

"I'll buy you more...," I promised.

Elise gripped my cock and ran her fist up and down my aching prick. I slid two fingers into her pussy and tried to find her G-spot. She moaned louder and writhed and wriggled on top of me.

"Sam...," she complained.

"You drive me crazy," I whispered. "I have this insane urge to make a baby with you..."

"Yes...," my sister groaned lustfully. "Put a baby in me, Sam..."

I rolled Elise off of me, pushed her farther onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. Elise spread her legs, wide, and welcomed me with a naughty smile and flames in her eyes. She caught my swaying penis and pulled it inside of her.

"Breed me, little brother...," she purred.

I thrust into my sister like a wild animal, grunting and groaning and growling as I shoved my throbbing penis into her over and over again - as deeply and powerfully as I could. Elise grunted each time I slammed into her.

She came three times before I finally spilled inside of her. Each time, she hugged my neck and kissed me hard as I dug my fingers into her hips and ass to hold her in place while she trembled through her release as I continued to pound my cock into her.

When I warned her that I was close, she folded her legs, grabbed her ankles, and folded herself up - telling me to pump my incestuous seed directly onto the entrance to her womb. I nearly lost my mind with feral lust as the globs of semen burst from my penis and painted my sister's trembling depths.

I tried to roll her on top of me when I finished, but Elise shook her head and kept herself on her back, with her pussy raised in the air, determined to make sure that my dangerous seed stayed in place long enough to have a chance to turn the two of us from siblings into parents.

After several minutes, I pulled out of her and went to shower. When I came back out, she looked like she hadn't moved.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Almost two," I told her.

"Shit... I need to go - so Jessie can come have her turn."

"You never did fill me in on your conversation with Mom...," I reminded her.

"Short version - she figured out we're having sex," Elise said, grinning at me.

"I gathered that much...," I told her, sticking my tongue out at her. "Anything else?"

"Her two children are having incestuous sex and you want to know if there's anything else?" my sister asked me.

"Yes, what is it...?" I asked.

"Lena misses you and won't shut up about how good your cock feels inside of her...," Elise said. "You know, the usual..."

"Anything else?"

"I think Mom's hearing more and more rumors about some baby-faced bastard who's fucking every mature female in the city and she's starting to put two and two together..."

"Great."

"I'm going to need to wear a pad, I think," Elise remarked. "Your little swimmers are trying to escape..."

She rolled to her feet. I grabbed her clothes and gave them to her. She kissed me on the lips and then went down the hall - towards her room. Three minutes later, she was dressed and heading out of the door.

"Be good to Jessie," she called, as she left.

I went to the kitchen, dug through the drawer with office supplies, and found a couple rubber bands to wrap around the two small boxes.

I finished that, went to pee, and washed my hands. I was just returning to the front room when the door opened and Jessie stepped inside. She grinned when she saw that I was already naked. I opened my arms to her when she got close. She reached around me, grabbed my ass, and pulled my stiffening cock against her as she kissed me.

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the mattress. She nibbled her bottom lip and gave me doe-eyed looks as I worked to get her clothes off of her.

"I need a shower," she said.

I got her naked, knelt by the bed, grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy to my mouth. She spread her thighs to make it easier for me - and then sat up to dig her fingers into my hair and scalp as I ate her until she trembled and came for me.

"Sam...," she whined.

I carried her to the shower, held her out of the water until it warmed, and then pulled her under the steamy spray. I bent her over, told her to hang onto something, grabbed her hips, got my cock into position, and then drove into her.

I didn't stop fucking her until she let go with a long stream of curses - just before she squirted all over the floor of the shower - and my feet. I laughed at her, swatted her bare ass, stood her up, turned her around, grabbed her ass, and picked her up.

Jessie put an arm around my neck and used her free hand to get my penis where she wanted it. Once she was ready, I bounced her on my cock until she came for me again. I groaned as her clenching cunny pulled me over the edge and my balls gave her the paltry amount of jizz that they had managed to brew after my sister had drained me.

Jessie seemed to be satisfied. I was spent. I started working on cleaning her up.

By the time we got done, got out, and dried off, it was time to go pick her daughter up from school.

"Are you sure about this, Samuel?" she asked me, as we rode along in her car.

"Why do you sound like my mother, all of the sudden?" I teased.

She giggled.

"I'm serious," Jessie said. "This is a big step. I really feel like Emily and April are rushing things because Samantha lost control yesterday..."

"We already planned to do this," I reminded her.

"Not this soon," she argued. "You said that..."

"I know what I said," I told her. "This is fine - perfect even... Shit!"

"What?"

"I forgot her gifts," I told Jessie.

"Do we need to go back?" she asked. "What is it?"

"There are two white boxes on the kitchen counter," I told Jessie. "Just put them up until I get back from my mother reaming my ass for sticking my dick into my sister..."

"How did I get myself into this?" Jessie asked, giving me a lewd grin. "I love Elise almost as much as I do you - and the others as well. This is such a fucked-up family but I love, love, love you all."

"I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual," I told her.

"Did you have fun - off with Maria - while the rest of us pined for you?"

"I did," I said, nodding.

"How many new women did you fuck?" she asked.

"Do you really want to know? I asked in reply.

"Yes and no...," she answered.

I waited.

"How many?" she asked again.

I quickly ran through the list in my head... Helena, Arabella, Octavia, Celeste, Viviana, Elodie, Liv,... and Paula.

"Eight," I told her.

"Eight?!" she gasped. "I thought Maria said there were only five women going on the trip..."

"Five rich ladies," I said, nodding, "plus the masseuse, the maid, and the copilot..."

"Sam!"

"You asked...," I argued.

"Were they pretty?" she asked.

"Not as pretty as you...," I answered.

Jessie gave a bark of laughter and slugged me in the shoulder. She laughed again when I massaged my arm where she hit me.

"You're getting stronger...," I told her.

"I'll bet none of your snooty-assed rich bitches can carry a bag of mulch a hundred yards...," she snarled.

"You'd be right," I said.

She gave a self-satisfied huff.

"Damn right," she said.

I chuckled at her, thinking that Emily and the others were a bad influence on her.

When Samantha spotted us, I noticed that it was all that the teacher could do to keep her from running towards the vehicle. I hopped out as soon as Jessie stopped.

"Okay," the teacher told her. "Now you can go."

Recalling how she'd knocked me onto my ass the previous day, I got ready for her as she came running. I caught her and twisted my body to dispel some of the kinetic energy from our collision. I ended up spinning almost all of the way around. Since I was already spinning, I added a second revolution while holding Samantha away from my body. She squealed happily. I caught sight of the teacher grinning before I pulled the girl close, accepted a few kisses, and tucked her under my arm to carry her to the car like an armload of dirty clothes.

"Sam!" she yelled, laughing. "Sam!"

"I've got you," I told her.

She was giggling non-stop by the time I got the door open, tossed her bag in the floorboard, and set her in her seat. She begged another kiss as I strapped her in.

"Where's Nana?" she asked.

"I thought you wanted Sam to pick you up...," her mother asked her.

"I *did*! Sam and Nana!"

"You're spoiled," Jessie told her.

"You're spoiled...," she shot back.

"Yes, I am," her mother replied. "I've got a handsome boyfriend who makes my baby girl smile."

"Sam's your boyfriend?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, or didn't the kisses give that away?" Jessie asked her.

Samantha thought about it for a minute before she said, "Yeah..."

I closed the door and went to get in. She cried out in protest when I opened the front door. I laughed at her, closed it, and got in beside her.

"You're mean!" she complained.

"I love teasing you," I told her. "You make it so easy... both you and your mother."

"Oh?!" Jessie asked. "We'll see who teases who..."

"I can do this all day long," I told her, quoting Captain America.

We traveled for about ten minutes before the little imp realized that we weren't going home.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Maria has a surprise for you," her mother said.

"Maria that went on the trip with Sam?" Samantha asked.

"Yes," I said, "although it was more like I went on the trip with her..."

"What's the surprise?" she asked.

"Well, now," I said. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I spoiled it, would it?"

"Please... Sam...," she begged, trying the puppy-dog eyes on me.

"Guess I'll just have to take it back...," I warned.

She gave a little huff and crossed her arms - giving me the pouty-face this time.

"Samantha Lorraine...," Jessie warned, looking in the rearview mirror. "Knock that shit off or we're going home right now..."

Samantha saw her mother watching her and quickly tried to play it off like she hadn't just been giving me attitude. I turned my head and coughed into my hand to keep from laughing at the impetuous little imp.

"Is that Nana's car?" she asked, as we pulled into the parking lot at the courthouse. "Nana!"

Jessie's mother opened the door to get her out. Pulling her into a hug.

"Hi, Sam's mom!" Samantha chirped.

"Hi, sweetie," Mom said, grinning from ear to ear. "Could I get one of those hugs?"

"Yes...," Samantha said, reaching for her.

My mother was beaming. It made my heart happy. It slightly tempered my dread regarding the conversation that we were going to have later. Mom saw me watching them together and gave me a tight-lipped smile. I was happy enough to have a smile - even if it was tempered by her mental agenda that she had planned for our upcoming discussion.

As we headed inside, Samantha wriggled free and shot between Jessie and me to grab our hands. The three of us walked in front. The two grandmothers walked behind. Maria was waiting by the steps.

"Hi, Maria!" Samantha said.

"Hello, darling," Maria said. "Are you happy to have Sam back again? I'm sorry you were upset that we were gone so long..."

"It's... okay," Samantha told her, giving her a look that told us all that it was very much *NOT* okay.

Maria looked at me and Jessie. Maria had an excellent poker-face. Her facial expression did not give away, at all, that she knew Samantha was fibbing. I told myself never to play cards with the woman.

Maria joined the moms in our little procession. Jessie and I lifted Samantha into the air and jogged up the stone steps as she squealed with glee. We took a short break on the first landing and then hurried up the last five steps. The three women trailed along behind us. I held the door for Jessie and Samantha and continued to hold it as the rest of our party stepped up and passed through the entrance.

Inside, we had to empty our pockets, show IDs, and go through a metal detector in order to head towards the office that we needed. The guard immediately recognized Maria and called her forward without having to be processed. She waited for the rest of us. He sped up a little when he realized that we were with her. Before that, he seemed to be taking his time.

Once we were through security, we followed Maria to the office where we needed to file our paperwork. A clerk stepped over to attend to Maria. Maria set the form in front of Jessie and me and the lady shifted her attention to us. I picked Samantha up, so that she could see.

"Hello, my dear," the woman said.

"Who are you?" Samantha asked.

"I'm Lucille," the woman said. "I work here."

"What do you do?" Samantha asked.

"I file lots of papers, mostly," the woman said with a smile. "Some are boring but this one looks fun."

Samantha looked from the paper to me.

"What's this paper?" Samantha asked.

"May I?" Lucille asked with a grin.

"Definitely," I told her.

"Sign here, please," she said, pointing.

I signed.

"You're Jessica, I assume?" she asked Jessie.

Jessie nodded. Lucille pointed to where Jessie needed to sign the thing and then glanced behind her.

"Ladies, I need a witness for a very important filing...," she called to the two other workers.

They got up and hurried over.

"You're Samantha, is that right?" Lucille asked.

"How did you know my name?" Samantha asked.

"It's here on this paper," Lucille explained. "Is there somebody here that you would like to add to your family - to join you and Mommy?"

"Sam!" Samantha said, hugging my neck.

"I take it, then, that I have your permission to file this paper to officially make Sam your daddy?" the woman asked.

"What?! Yes!" Samantha squealed.

Lucille grinned and handed the form to the two women - who signed as our witnesses.

"Samantha Lorraine Peters...," Lucille said.

"Yes...?!" Samantha asked.

"You are now... officially... Samantha Lorraine Fowler!"

"Sam is my daddy?" Samantha asked her.

"That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Lucille asked, looking a little worried.

Samantha turned to me, grabbed my cheeks in her hands, and laid one hell of a kiss on me. Then she hugged my neck and sobbed.

"Sam...," she cried. "Daddy... Sam... Daddy..."

The three clerks headed for their desks or - more specifically - the boxes of tissues on their desks. They each brought a box back with them. They shared tissues with Maria, Jessie, Mom, and Josephine. Lucille offered one to Samantha as well, but she shook her head and went back to making a mess of my shirt.

We made our way out of the office with our stamped copy of the filing. When we got to the guard, he gave Maria a worried look.

"Adoption," she told him.

His eyes widened a little and he nodded.

He looked at me and said, "Congratulations, young man."

"Thanks," I told him.

When we got to the cars, Jessie turned to Maria.

"Thank you so much! Would you care to join us for dinner?"

Maria looked at each face and then shook her head.

"I would be intruding - but thank you for the offer. It was definitely my pleasure. Congratulations, Samantha. I think you picked a wonderful guy to be your daddy."

"Thank you," Samantha said, her cheek still pressed to my chest.

Maria gave us a little wave and headed for her car.

"Samantha," Jessie asked. "What would you like to eat for dinner?"

"Spaghetti," she answered. "From that one place... with the meatballs..."

Jessie chuckled. She turned to our mothers.

"Join us... please...," she said.

"I'll follow you," Mom told her.

"I know where we're going - so I'll take the rear to make sure that we all get there..."

"Thank you," Mom told her.

"Thank you for sharing your son with us," Josephine answered.

"Thank you for sharing Samantha with us," Mom replied, "... and Jessie as well!"

Mom turned from Josephine to her daughter.

"Sorry, hun."

Jessie laughed and said, "It's fine."

The five of us had a nice little dinner together, not talking about much of anything except for meatballs and spaghetti. The stuff was just as good as last time - better even - since it was fresh.

When we left the restaurant, Jessie informed Samantha that I was going with my mother for a while.

"You're coming back, right?" Samantha asked.

"It might be bedtime...," I warned.

"I'll wait," she said.

She begged a kiss. I gave in. She managed a hug and a second kiss before we parted. I got into the car with my mother and waited for the inquisition to begin.

"Where are we headed?" she asked.

"What?" I asked. "Oh! Uh... I don't know... I need to get something for the girls..."

"Including your sister?" she asked.

"Yes...," I groaned. "Elise as well."

She started the car and pulled out.

"How long have you and your sister been having sex?" she asked.

"Mom...," I groaned.

"How long?"

"I don't know... a week or so before she moved in...," I answered.

"You thought I wouldn't figure it out?" she asked. "I suspected even before you mentioned getting her a ring."

"I told you that?" I asked.

"Yes...," she said, giving me a look of concern for my mental well-being.

Mom felt my forehead with the back of her hand - like I was running a fever or something.

"Are you feeling alright?" she asked.

"Yes...," I grumbled. "Mom! I've got a lot going on. I didn't forget that conversation because I'm running a temperature!"

"Are you eating well?"

"Mom...," I complained. "I eat where you work..."

"Don't you get snippy with me... What am I supposed to tell Rhonda... or Nancy... or anyone else for that matter... when they figure out, like I did, that you're having sex with your sister?"

"Don't tell them anything," I said. "Have any of them asked about me having sex with Emily, April, Jessie, Maggie, Lena,..."

"Alright, alright...!" Mom barked. "This trip you went on... with Maria... that had Samantha so stirred up..."

"Maria has wealthy friends that she wanted me to meet...," I answered.

"For sex?" Mom asked.

"Yes, okay," I said. "I'm pretty much fucking every woman in the city at this point..."

"Samuel...," she snarled. "Don't take that tone with me..."

"Mom, I made this stupid bucket-list - a dare almost - to have sex with the mothers of all of my classmates..."

"Sam! There were more than a hundred kids in your class!"

"Exactly," I said. "I'm pretty sure I've..."

"How many have you already slept with?"

"From the list? 77," I said. "Apart from the list... Fuck! I don't know... probably another hundred already? I slept with eight new women in the last four days, mom..."

Mom pulled to the curb and just stared at me.

"What?" I asked, finally.

"Do these women mean nothing to you, Sam?" she asked.

"No! No. Each one... each one is unique... and different... and important for a different reason. Each one has things she wants... needs... dreams... dislikes... Sometimes... Sometimes, it's a challenge. Sometimes we cry. Sometimes... most times... they want a hug or a kiss when... when we're saying goodbye."

"It's so hard for me to imagine, Samuel... to make sense of the fact that you move from woman to woman so fluidly... and they mean something..."

"Well... I mean... Paula... we didn't really have anything special... she and Peter just needed a third person..."

"Stop!" Mom said. "I really don't want to know..."

"... but you asked about her... about each one. Would you like me to name them? Tell you how they smelled? Where we did it? What they said when I came inside of them?"

"No! Samuel! No!"

"Mom...," I said. "It all started as a stupid joke. Maggie was the first. Do you have any idea how much I care about that woman? Do you know what she goes through each time I go out to have sex with another woman - mostly because she believed enough in me to decide to facilitate this whole hair-brained idea? I love her, Mom. And Maggie loves me more than I know how to comprehend. I pull her aside as often as I can - and I tell her so. Do you know what Brian told me - shortly after he agreed to join our team? He told me that he figured out that I was having sex with his mother from almost the first time he saw us together. He told me that his mother deserved to be happy and that he hadn't seen her this happy the whole time he'd been growing up. Mom, Brian and I have had some pretty intensive and, yes, awkward conversations. I don't tell him about fucking his mother and he ignores the fact that I am - because his mother is happy - happily giving me away to each new woman on my stupid list!"

We sat there for a moment or two before she spoke.

"Your sister *does* seem happier...," she muttered, unhappily. "And, of course, she *told* me - in horrific detail - how she seduced you... or you seduced her and she... Ugh!"

"Yes, our relationship has gotten weird, Mom," I said. "Yes, we have wild crazy, screaming orgasms..."

"Samuel!"

"... but she fits in with my girls so well, Mom!"

"*YOUR* girls...?" Mom asked.

"They are... every one of them... my girls. Elise too. Growing up, she was babysitter, critic, and substitute mother. Now, she's my coworker, my lover, and a sister to women who mean the world to me!"

"Not sister to you?" Mom asked.

"She is - but she's so much more than that now."

"She pretty much said the same thing," Mom grumbled. "It's not right, Sam."

"I don't care, Mom. Most guys don't fuck their girlfriend's mothers either. Emily's and April's mothers both continually pester their daughters to get me alone..."

"I am *well* aware...," Mom complained. "Lena won't shut up about you."

Mom glanced in the mirror, signaled, and eased back onto the road.

"What are you planning to tell Jessie's mother about you and your sister?" she asked.

"I think Jessie already pretty much yelled her mother down for questioning our group relationship," I told my mother. "If she asks Jessie, I don't know what Jessie will tell her - probably that she sucks Elise's pussy more often than I do..."

"Sam!"

"What?"

"I do *NOT* need to hear this!"

"Then why start the interrogation at all?" I asked. "You *had* to know this is where we were going..."

"I... have to *try*... to get you to see reason...," she grumbled.

"I have a reason for every single thing that I do... for every single *woman* that I do..."

"Sam...," she growled. "Don't be crass."

I looked around to see where we were at.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I thought we were shopping for YOUR girls?" she asked.

"Carry on then," I replied. "I was just curious about our destination. Are you finished trying to convert me?"

"Probably not," she said bluntly. "You're living in sin, Sam."

"So is most of the world, Mom," I replied. "Can we *not* do this...? I know enough scriptures to wheedle out of most of what you're going to say..."

Mom sighed - heavily - before nodding.

"Fine," she said. "You know I nag because I love you...?"

"I love you too, Mom," I said. "I also am very much in love with MY girls. In fact, I think part of my problem is that it doesn't take me long at all, listening to some poor lady talk about how her life sucks, before I'm hugging her and kissing her and... well... then... the magic happens..."

"The *adultery* happens...," Mom groaned.

"I'm in an open relationship, Mom," I told her. "My girls *know* that I'm with other women. To my knowledge, I have not cheated or helped a woman cheat... Well... there may have been one that was *gray*. Other than that, we're just two adults, spending a little time consoling one another. You know... 'Blessed are they who mourn - for they shall be comforted.'"

"Jesus most definitely was *not* suggesting that you stick your penis inside of someone to make them feel better..."

"You weren't there...," I told her. "Were you? How old *are* you?"

I believe that might be the first time I ever heard my mother curse. She did *not*, however, use the Lord's name in vain. She did, however, use my name in vain multiple times. She also threatened to turn the car around and take me home. It took me a solid ten minutes to extricate myself from the floorboard - where I ended up from falling over, laughing, and getting myself into a pretty awkward predicament.

Mom simply parked the car at the Bodyworks place and sat there, glaring at me, while I tried to unravel myself. She finally had to come around and open the door - because I was just, plain stuck.

I kissed her on the cheek and apologized until she ordered me to be quiet.

I have no clue why women want or - according to my mother - need - so many containers of liquid soap in handy pump-bottles - but I think I could have bought stock in the company for less than we spent in that store! Mom gloated triumphantly that she had managed to get free gift bags for us. I ignored her. I'd seen the poster on the way inside that promised one for every five bottles that were purchased. I'm fairly certain that Mom added a couple names to my list just so that she could have more bottles of the shit for herself before we were done. I didn't mind adding Rhonda - that one was actually a decent idea - but I don't think I even know anyone named Veronica. She's getting five bottles of liquid, fucking, soap though...

I got revenge on my mother for getting me to buy liquid soap for some fictitious woman, though,... I gave her directions to a store that I *knew* the girls would like something from.

"Samuel Jackson Fowler! I am *NOT* going in that store with you!" she complained.

"Fine," I said. "Sit in the parking lot then. If you see the minister's wife drive by, give her a wave. I think they live just around the corner..."

I don't think my mother actually would have gone inside if ours hadn't been the only car in the parking lot of the adult superstore.

Mom covered her eyes as we passed the entire wall of dildos. I was tempted to ask if hers was worn out and in need of replacement, but I decided that might be pushing things a bit too far. I knew I was already walking a razor's edge with her - especially after the crack about her age that had left me in stitches - and ended up with me getting myself so stuck that she had to free me. I headed for the roleplay section - looking for a few costumes.

I had originally planned to get French maid outfits - like Élodie wore... but... after spending half a week with the real deal - the selection they had was just too atrocious to appeal to me. However, the policewoman costumes that they had were just the right amount of authentic-looking and not-safe-for-work. I got the female employee to come help me figure out the sizes that I needed.

When I used Mom's body to approximate what I had to get for Maggie, that led to a very awkward but hilarious 10-minute-long dialogue between my mother and the check-out girl.

By the time the young woman got the sale rung up, she was very obviously checking me out -- and Mom couldn't get out of the store fast enough. After all of my stories about helping women through relationship problems, I think Mom thought I was plotting to "comfort" the girl right then and there.

I definitely should *not* have laughed as hard as I did but - as mom swung one of the bags around to help me carry my purchases to the car - she managed to knock a pretty intense-looking dildo off of the hook. She was mortified about touching the thing but too considerate to make the poor girl come pick it up for her. Apparently, Mom never even considered asking *me* to grab it. I just stood there and watched her war with herself before she told the girl that she didn't need help and quickly bent to pick it up. I just wish I'd had my glasses on and had been live-streaming... Poor Mom! I'm a horrible son.

I believe she said that multiple times before we got home.

When I complained that I didn't know how I was going to get all of the stuff in the house without anyone noticing - especially with Samantha waiting up for me - Mom volunteered to take it all to her house. I spent the rest of the trip apologizing to her for being a complete butthead. She was smiling again before we pulled up in front of the house - so I think, overall, it went okay.

Mom was worn out from her long day and ready to head home, but I asked her to come in so that she could see Samantha get her adoption presents. Mom turned off the car and followed me up the walk. The door opened just before we got there.

"Sam!" Samantha yelled. "Sam's mom!"

"Hello, gorgeous," Mom said, leaning towards me to collect a kiss and a hug.

I carried Samantha back in the house. Mom followed us.

"Everybody to the kitchen!" I hollered.

"Sam!" Samantha said, loudly and excitedly - right into my face.

"What?!" I asked, parroting her tone and volume - right back at her.

Samantha giggled.

"Emily made us a cake!"

"Did she?" I asked.

"It's on the counter - beside two little boxes that Mommy said I couldn't touch. Do *you* know what they are? Nobody else does..."

"I do happen to know," I told her.

"Are they for me?" she asked.

Samantha tried to flutter her eyebrows at me but failed miserably - looking like a broken set of warning lights at a railroad crossing. She huffed at me when I laughed at her.

I tried not to laugh when I saw the cake. Emily hit me right in the ass-cheek as I fought to keep from snickering. There was a cake - with a piece cut out of the corner. The cake was decorated with two stick-people - a tall male - and a short female. They were holding hands. The smiles on their faces were so simple that it was almost cute.

"Shut up, ass!" Emily growled. "I baked you a mother f..."

April covered Emily's mouth with her hand and nodded her head towards Samantha and my mother.

Emily gave the blonde a nasty look, but edited her remarks.

"I baked you a freakin' cake, butthead!"

"It's gorgeous...," I told her, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"The knife already has icing on it," she warned. "If I stab you, you'll most likely get an infection and die."

"Emily! That's not very nice!" Samantha told her.

"I'm sorry, honey," Emily said. "Tell Sam to behave..."

"Sam... Daddy..."

She stared at me, waiting for me to acknowledge my new title.

"Yes, pumpkin?" I asked.

"I'm not a pumpkin!" Samantha objected, giggling that infectious giggle of hers.

"You're my little pumpkin," I told her.

"Tell Emily you're sorry!" she ordered.

I turned to apologize and - of course - immediately decided to be a shit about it. I was going to tell her, "I'm sorry you can't draw" but I got so tickled that I started laughing and ended up coughing, hiccupping, crying, laughing, and choking - all at the same time. Emily pinched my dick and didn't let go until I straightened up. It didn't take me long. I was *highly* motivated...

"We cut a piece for Mom already," Jessie explained, pointing to the missing corner.

"Nana said it was super good!" Samantha said. "Mommy said that I had to wait to have a piece until you got back... Daddy Sam."

I kissed my little girl... MY little girl on the lips.

"Are we ready, Babygirl?" I asked.

"Can I have my presents now?"

"Cake first," I said. "It's getting late..."

"Okay..."

Emily served every other person a piece of cake before she gave me a plate. She pinched my dick again and bit my jaw - before kissing me.

"Congratulations, jack... rabbit," she growled.

"I love you," I said, giving her a quick peck.

"If you ever give me a reason to doubt that, you're in deep trouble...," she warned.

"Oh, hey!" I said, finally spotting Brian and Alyssa.

"Congratulations," Brian said. "Try the cake..."

I took a bite of the cake. When my eyes widened and I turned to tell Emily how good it was, she pinched my dick again.

"What?!" she growled. "You're surprised that I can cook now? You!"

Emily clenched her fists until her fingers turned white and growled at me.

April leaned closer and whispered, "I think she's in heat..."

She squealed and ran as Emily chased after her.

"Get back here!" I yelled, as they headed down the hall.

They both returned a minute later.

"Presents?!" Samantha asked.

"Have you been good, Daughter?" I asked her.

"Yes... Daddy," she answered sweetly.

"What is your favorite movie?" I asked.

"I know... I know!" April interrupted, waving her hand in the air.

"What?" Samantha asked me.

"What is your favorite movie?" I asked again. "What movie do you watch more than any other?"

"Nemo," she answered.

"Good. Next question. When I got home last night and you were holding onto me, what did you keep repeating?"

"I... I don't know."

"Grab my shirt and hold onto it like you did last night and try to remember...," I told her. "You repeated it and then Mommy asked if you could share when we have a baby?"

"Mine?" she asked. "I said 'mine."

"In the Nemo movie, who says that?"

"The... birds...," she answered.

"When do they say it?" I asked.

"When..."

I placed the small box in her hands and lifted the lid off. Everyone leaned in to see what was inside. She picked up the bracelet and held it up. There were seven charms - a crab in the middle - and three seagulls on each side.

"They say 'mine' when the crab hops on the rock...," she said, looking at the bracelet in her fingers.

She looked up at me.

"Mine," she said.

I gave her a peck on the lips and said, "Mine."

I grabbed the second box, put it in her hands, an lifted the lid. It was a single chain with one charm - the crab.

"Mine?" she asked.

"The bracelet has lots of charms and I'm worried that it might get lost or broken," I said. "You should put it up - in your room. You can wear the necklace and remember that you're *mine*."

"You're "*mine*," she countered.

Samantha gave the boxes to her mother, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Mine," she said.

"Mine too," Mom said, leaning in to hug us both. "Right?"

I worried for a second that Samantha might object but she slowly nodded.

"Yes," she said. "We share..."

Mom pursed her lips. Samantha gave her a kiss and then hugged her.

"Thank you for the cake, honey," Mom said. "I need to be getting home."

"I love you," Samantha told her.

Mom froze for a moment and then turned to look back at us. She looked into my eyes for a second and then locked eyes with my daughter.

"I love you too, sweetheart," she said. "Take good care of my baby boy."

"I will!" Samantha chirped.

Jessie told our daughter that it was time for bed. I handed her off to go brush her teeth and walked Mom to the door.

"I'm proud of you, Samuel," Mom said.

"Thanks, Mom," I replied.

I gave her a hug and kissed her on the temple.

"Thanks for the help tonight...," I told her.

"You almost sound like you mean that," she teased.

I chuckled. She opened the door, said goodnight one last time, and headed down the walk. I waited until she waved and pulled away before I closed the door.

"You're sleeping with us again... Daddy," Samantha ordered.

"This is the last night...," I warned her, "and you're sleeping in your bed. I'll hold your hand, but I need to get up in the morning to go help Emily and the others..."

She gave me puppy-dog eyes but I shook my head.

"Decide," I warned her.

"Okay...," she grumbled.

"Give everybody goodnight hugs and kisses and then we can head to bed...," I told her.

As Samantha was getting hugs, Emily whispered to me - to remind me that Maggie hadn't gotten her turn with me yet. When I spun to look at her, she met my eyes and shook her head without saying a word.

"Can I drop Samantha off at school and then have Maggie bring me?" I asked Emily.

She pretended to think about it before grinning and saying, "I suppose..."

"Thanks, boss," I said, giving her a peck on the lips.

"Don't you fucking forget it, buster!" she snarled.

I glanced back towards Maggie.

"I'll tell her," Emily whispered. "Take your daughter and tuck her in... Daddy Sam."

She pinched my dick - nicely this time - and kissed me once more.

I took Samantha from Jessie and we headed for the bedroom.

I put Samantha in her bed, pulled the covers up, and then lay beside her mother and reached my hand over for my little girl to hold my fingers.

I closed my eyes and listened to Samantha's breathing grow shallow.

Samantha had just started snoring softly when her mother wormed her way under the covers and pulled my sleep shorts down. I lifted the blanket to give her a wide-eyed look.

"Want to make another one?" she whispered, grinning evilly.

~~~ End of Chapter 61 ~~~

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