Sitting on Dad's Lap Pt. 5/7

Ch 24 Getting Closer

Craig Sat am/pm

"Come on daddy you need to shower so we can eat before the open house," Ashlynn pulled my leg to get me out of bed.

"Gahh," was the only word I could think of. I rolled onto my side and forced myself to a seated position. Once I had my feet on the floor, I blinked a few times and verified all systems were online. I stood up and was able to walk to the bathroom. I washed and dressed, as the girls got ready.

We went to the hotel lobby for the continental breakfast. As I filled my travel mug with coffee, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I glanced back and saw Jo.

"Can I eat with you?" I'm tired of eating alone.

"Doesn't Mike..."

"When he can. He was never good with mornings, and between the frat, schoolwork and his band, he doesn't get a lot of free time. Today his frat is working the open house. I won't see him until the football game. Will you be there."

"Never was a big football guy. I prefer baseball, but probably."

"We should sit together. I probably shouldn't say this, but he likes Ashlynn, a lot."

"Ashlynn is really into him too."

We joined the girls who had some hard boiled eggs, fruit and yogurt untouched as they drank their coffee.

After we said goodbye to Jo, we piled into Malik's cab and headed to the university. As he drove I had to ask, "Do you ever sleep?"

He shook his head. "The owner is selling the fleet in the next two years. I plan on buying it. I gotta hustle to get a down payment."

"I'm part of an investment club. We offer financing to entrepreneurs. I handed him my card. Hit us up when you're looking at loans. We might be able to help."

He took the card. "Thanks, Mr. Sherman."

"My friends call me tank."

"Thank you Tank."

Once we got to the school, Ashlynn went to join her tour group as Kelli and I sat in the auditorium and watched the same videos they played four years ago when Kelli was taking the tour.

The videos were interspersed with live presentations from every support department from Accessibility Services to Zenith Career Readiness. I swear even the live presentations were the same, down to the questions the 'parents' asked.

'Did they plant actors to ask specific questions,' I wondered. Once the propaganda ended we were brought to a catered lunch under a giant canopy in the North quad.

After lunch, we were brought to the faculty parking lot to tail-gate before the 'big' game. I found a couple of classmates that had taken positions as Clinical Professors. I spent the afternoon catching up with them as Kelli seemed to know every swingin' dick that worked at the school.

When the gates opened we filed in and I sent a text to Ashlynn.

"Mike & Jo plan 2 sit w/us. Section 14 row 8. We saved seats. Let Mike know."

Then to Missy.

"After concert I ate K 'til A joined. Then ate A as K rode me. After I blew, they ate each other. Blew on A's ass and K lapped it up. Fell asleep and woke up to double BJ. How's your day so far?"

"Nash, again! They couldn't win a scrimmage against our chess team."Kelli muttered, watching the warm-ups. "I swear they pick the weekend we play Nash because they know we won't lose."

I chuckled. "Making a football team that hasn't won a title in twenty years look semi-decent takes a crappy opponent. At least the cheerleaders got some skills."

Kelli laughed and I saw Jo, Mike and Ashlynn so I raised my hand until they saw me. Kelli was on my right, Jo my left then Mike and Ashlynn. As she sat, Jo handed me a beer and a soft pretzel.

"Ashlynn is spilling my secrets, isn't she?"

​Jo gave me a sly smile, her eyes dancing. "Maybe a few."

​"Well, I'm just glad she didn't tell you all of them," I mumbled back.

​"She only mentioned that you drink exactly two beers and eat three soft pretzels if the Pumas are winning, and that you switch to nachos if they aren't." Jo said smoothly, glancing past me toward her son."

​Before I could respond, the stadium speakers crackled to life, shaking the stands with the heavy opening thrum of the drum line. Out on the field, the pre-game pageantry officially kicked off.

The marching band fell into a crisp, synchronized formation, while the color guard, gymnastics squad, and dance team poured across the turf in a blur of motion and color.

​Even from row eight, the energy was electric. Kelli leaned in close, tracking the cheer squad as they tumbled down the sideline. After one spectacular, perfectly timed, stunt, the teams vacated the field to the cheers of the crowd.

From the kickoff our team was unstoppable. It was 21-6 at the half, and 38-9 when the final whistle blew.

As we filed out of the stadium, Ashlynn seized my hand. "Daddy, Mike invited me to a party at his frat house tonight. Can I go please?"

"What frat?"

"Yours, Alpha Eta Pi."

My eyes bugged out. "He... He's an Alpha?"

Kelli started laughing.

Ashlynn looked at Kelli then me. "What's wrong with Alpha's? You were one."

"They have a well-deserved rep for... well... you've seen Animal house. They toned it down for the movie. No one would believe the reality. It's not quite as wild, anymore but..."

I sighed and looked at her. "You're an adult, so it's your decision. but remember we have the campus tour tomorrow, and we still have to pack, and a long drive home tomorrow. Just make good decision's."

"Thank you... thank you... thank you," she said as she hugged me. Mike picked up Ashlynn and they kissed.

When Mike put her down, I walked over, took him by the arm and led him out of earshot.

"Listen to me very carefully, son. I wore letters in that house, class of '99."

​Mike's jaw went slack. The confident posture he'd been holding vanished entirely, his shoulders jumped upward as his gaze dropped from my eyes to my chest, as if looking for battle scars. His throat bobbed violently as he swallowed. ​"The... the legendaries," he whispered, his voice cracking half an octave.

"That's right. My wife was in Pi Eta Alpha too. I know, firsthand, what goes on in those walls. Remember she's eighteen, and my daughter. I'm holding you responsible for her. Keep her fairly sober, unfertilized, and safe. If you don't, you'll find out exactly why we're still remembered decades later."

"Understood, Mr. Sherman. I'll take care of her." He shook my hand. It's an honor to meet someone that..."

"Hush it, Son. The statute of limitations has a few years yet."

Jo linked her arm in mine, "I'm too old for frat parties. Can I trouble you for a ride to the hotel?"

Of course. Kelli took my arm and we got into Malik's cab.

Ch 25 Pool; Party

Craig Sat night/late

When we walked into our room, Kelli kissed me. "I could go for a soak in the hot tub. You wanna join me?"

"Sounds good. I always get a sore back from those seats."

I watched as Kelli stripped naked, and pulled on a itsy bitsy teenie weenie peridot bikini. I shucked my clothes and pulled on my Navy blue trunks. We grabbed some towels and headed down to the pool.

The Indian summer heat still hung heavy in the twilight air. As we stepped out into the pool deck, the quiet wrapped around us like a blanket. The stillness of the water and absolute quiet assured us we were all alone.

I dialed the front desk from my cell phone. "This is Sherman, room 569. Please send a bottle of Dom, 2012, two flutes and some chocolate covered strawberries to the pool. Thank you."

"Ohh. Decadent and perfect. Thank you Daddy."

After I signed the bill, I joined Kelli in the hot tub, and popped the cork. I filled the two flutes with Dom and handed one to Kelli.

"Plastic?"

I gestured to the posted rules. "No glass allowed."

She nodded and took a sip, as I settled into the hot water. Kelli sat on my lap and I fed her a strawberry.

She took one and put it between her breasts and I swiped at it with my tongue several times before I took it with my lips and ate it. We continued to play with the berries and champagne. I took one from her lips, she ate one from my belly button.

I licked champagne from her tits some off my nipples. Soon our swimsuits were piles of damp cloth as she sat on the edge of the hot tub with a strawberry in her snatch pouring champagne on her stomach as I ate her bubbly, berry flavored sweet slit.

Once the tremors of her first climax subsided, she grabbed the steel ladder rails, and leaned forward. "Take me from behind, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

I rammed myself into her and grabbed the ladder rails. I used my hips and arms to drive myself into her so hard I knocked her off her feet. She was on all fours and I climbed the steps until I could reenter her.

We slapped against each other in a frenzied rhythm of lust. I started to growl deep in my chest as the pressure grew. The sting of sweat in my eyes added to the ferocity of my thrusts as Kelli matched the animalistic sexual frenzy.

I couldn't hold back anymore, and the growl turned into a primal howl as I buried my dick as deep as possible and pulled Kelli against me as I filled her with my cum.

I laid against her back, sweaty dripping off me, barely able to pull in enough oxygen. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I felt a dull, rhythmic knocking in my chest. My ears sounded like the water fall back home, and with each gasp for air these sensations increased.

Somehow Kelli had eased me into a sitting position and held my head against her soft sweaty breast as my pulse dropped back to the survivable range.

After several deep breaths I was able to process my surroundings. Kelli gazed down at me adoringly and planted a sweet kiss on my forehead. That was perfect, Daddy. Thank you."

Before I could move a second, indistinct voice filled my ears. 'Again! Caught by someone again.' I sighed. 'At least no one here knows us'

I looked toward the voice. 'Almost no one,' I corrected myself when I saw Jo on a nearby lounge chair in a pink one piece swimsuit with her hand rubbing a massive wet spot on her crotch.

Kelli laughed quietly, "First Mike, now his mom."

I looked at her. "Jo... uh... hi." I rubbed my hand over my head as I tried to figure out what to say.

She waved her left hand as her right kept caressing the wet spot. "Don't worry, Tank. Mike told me about you... like he told you about us. Your secret is safe. She stood up and pulled off her suit. "Can I join you..."

I looked her over. She was a petite but solid woman, about five-one, breasts a bit larger than Ashlynn's with dark areola and thick stubby nipples. Her flat stomach showed a hint of a six pack. She had a short well-trimmed bush that did nothing to hide her pussy. She had toned thighs and runners calves.

I swallowed hard, "I'm married. Missy knows about... but not you. I won't..."

She chuckled, "I meant, in the hot tub."

"Sure, I guess." I shrugged, my head was still spinning from the whiplash of an intense climax to dealing with my daughters boyfriends mom who saw us fucking.

The three of us finished off the Dom, strawberries, and made idle chit chat as we sat there naked. Then we were hit with a blinding white light. "Sorry folks, party's over. Pool's closed." Came a deep authoritative voice.

"Sure, can you give us a minute?" I asked, holding my hand up to keep the light out of my eyes.

The light shifted to the pile of suits. "Let me guess, twentieth anniversary. Decided to come to the city and get a hooker for some fun. I've seen it all before. Let's go! Out! NOW!"

It was Missy's turn to get shell shocked as he shined the light on my face, then on Kelli's, then Jo's. "Wait! I know you..." he said as the light hit Jo's face. She shrank into the water as far as she could and still breathe.

Kelli instantly rose from the water like she was Aphrodite. The light flashed onto her as she emerged from the hot tub and walked up to the tall black man in the security polo. As she approached he stepped away from her.

"Are you afraid of Lil ol me?" Kelli teased with a disarming lilt in her voice. "I'm not a hooker. That's my mom and dad. We're nudists, and since no one was around... we figured no biggie. Mom is embarrassed easily..."

As Kelli spoke she subtly moved around the guard who instinctively turned to watch the naked woman.

As soon as we were out of his line of sight, I eased myself out of the pool. I grabbed our suits and tossed Jo's to her and pulled mine on.

I dropped Kelli's bikini on a lounge chair and grabbed most of the towels. I wrapped one around Jo and quickly led her inside. "What about Kelli?" Jo gasped as we got in the elevator.

"Kelli'll be fine. I'm worried about the security guard. He won't know what happened."

I led Jo to her room on the sixth floor. As she stepped inside she paused. "Even without the unusual dynamics of our families, I like Ashlynn. She's good for Mike. Since... we started he never had.... someone to call his own. I'm glad they met."

"Honestly, me too. He seems to be a responsible young man."

"Good night, Tank. And thank you. Thank Kelli too."

"I will. Sleep well. Maybe we can all get a late lunch before we head home."

"I'd like that." She kissed my cheek and shut the door."

When I got to my room, Kelli was still naked, bikini in her hand, with a smile on her face. "So what happened?"

Kelli laughed. "Once you fled, I was gonna offer him a hand job to keep the secret. I pressed my tits against his chest and caressed his shaft. As soon as I made contact, I felt it throb and he fell to his knees, with a greasy stain on his khakis. I grabbed my suit and left." She shrugged. Is Jo okay?"

I nodded.

Kelli smiled. "I'm going to shower and wait up to hear about Ashlynn's first Alpha party."

"Let me shower first. I'm faster."

"It's all yours."

After we both showered we lay in separate beds and waited for Ashlynn.

We channel-surfed in the quiet dark as we waited for Ashlynn to return. I must have drifted off, because I awoke with a start when the hotel door clicked open.

​I looked toward the entryway in the dim, flashing glow of a late-night infomercial. Ashlynn stumbled across the threshold, carrying her heels in one hand, her hair mussed, clothes in disarray, and makeup smeared. ​She drifted forward in a vacant stupor, practically catatonic on her feet.

"She's fine, sir. I promise." Mike's voice came from the hall as the door closed.

"Yep," Kelli chuckled. "She that's an Alpha party first-timer. Complete sensory overload. Been there, done that, lost the t-shirt," she joked as she got up and took Ashlynn into the bathroom.

I lay on my back, propped against three pillows, hands under my head. The crisp white sheets tangled around my legs, and listened as Kelli fussed over Ashlynn, getting her cleaned up and ready for bed.

When they came out, naked, Ashlynn still had a dreamy look on her face, but she was aware of her surroundings. "Hi, Daddy!" she trilled as Kelly helped her into my bed.

"I had so much fun, and Mike was so sweet." She kissed me and shoved her tongue into my throat.

When she pulled away, she had a big smile on her face. "The first thing he did... he made the pledges strip naked so I could tell them what I thought about their dicks. That was so much fun."

Kelli chuckled. "I loved dick rating the pledges, and fucking the guys with the nicer ones."

"Well I didn't do that." Ashlynn's small hand moved over my cock, her grip firm but unhurried. Her skin was warm against mine.

"The house was packed when we got upstairs. The DJ... she glanced at Kelli, the same guy from your wedding. He's an Alpha too. The best part, Mike introduced me as his girlfriend. That made me so happy."

I watched her as she spoke, the way her lower lip caught between her teeth when she concentrated. Her small breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples hard in the cool air.

After the pool I wasn't quite primed for action, but Ashlynn's hand was working magic. Her thumb circled my crown, spreading the pre-cum to make it slicker.

"But then this girl came up, Chelsea, she's a Delta Nu. She had these perfect tits, like yours, Kelli."

On the second bed, Kelli lay on her stomach, face turned toward us, her breasts pressed into the mattress. The sheet only pulled up enough to cover two-thirds of her ass. She rolled to her side to expose her breasts to us.

"You think my tits are perfect?" Kelli looked at Ashlynn in surprise.

Ashlynn caused her languid strokes, as she looked over. "I always wanted full, firm, perky melons like yours. Not these mosquito bites I have."

"How about the constant sore back, bra's that never fit quite right, and guys from 12 to 90 constantly leering at you. Trust me it gets old, fast."

Ashlynn shrugged and began to massage my balls as she continued. "Chelsea kept touching my arm when she talked." Her strokes grew slightly faster. "Her nails were sparkly pink, and every time she laughed, she'd lean in close enough that I could smell her perfume. Something floral and expensive."

She used her other hand and squeezed gently at the base, making my hips shift against the mattress. Ashlynn's cupped my balls and rolled them gently.

"Mike got us beers, but I barely drank mine. Chelsea suggested we play beer pong. As she led me to the table, I could see the bottom of her butt cheeks below her mini." She giggled, the vibration traveling through her hand to my shaft.

Kelli's hand drifted between her thighs. Her eyes were half-open, watching us. The hotel's TV bathed us in a blue-green shadow that gave a noir feel to the room.

"Chelsea kept 'accidentally' brushing against me when she leaned over to take her shots. Her skirt somehow got shorter until most of her sweet ass was exposed.

Ashlynn squeezed and tugged my shaft like milking a cow. She created a steady flow of precum that she used to coat her fingers. She used it as lubricant, her movements glided over my shaft.

"Mike was buzzed," Ashlynn said, her voice dropping lower. "He kept trying to kiss me, but I wanted him to earn it. After all, you only get one first kiss. Besides, Chelsea was right there, and her hand was on my ass. She took my hand and said, 'Let's go see what this house is famous for.'"

Kelli laughed so hard she snorted.

I knew exactly what she was about to experience. It's how I met Missy, sophomore year.

"Chelsea took my hand--her fingers were cold--and led me down this hallway past the laundry room to a set of double doors engraved with the frats' letters. Mike had a smirk as he pulled the door open. I stepped inside and was blown away."

I started fucking Ashlynn's fist. She adjusted her grip to twist on the upstroke. From the other bed, I heard the wet sounds of Kelli as she got lost in the story, and her memories of her own wild college years.

"The first thing I saw was a line of co-eds, and townies. Some dressed, some not. Then I saw the chairs. I froze in shock as I saw a dozen girls in hard wood chairs... God it was so hot. Each girl had a guy's head between her legs."

She paused for a deep breath and to watch Kelli. She swapped hands and slowed her strokes as she focused on Kelli.

"Everytime a girl came, two pledges took her away, and another girl took her place. If she squirted, the distance was marked. The air was filled with the scent of girl cum. Around the walls there were all sorts of groups kissing, licking, sucking, fucking. It was like a Roman orgy."

Ashlynn crawled between my legs, licked my shaft and sucked my balls into her mouth. Kelli had shifted to her back and had three fingers plunging into her slick wetness.

"I damn near came, then Chelsea dragged me to the head of the line. When someone objected, Chelsea just said 'officers girl.' Some gorgeous black girl sprayed the crowd to a huge cheer. Next thing I know, I was in a chair and Mike smiled up at me. 'Only if you want' I hiked up my skirt and he pulled off my panties, then he ate me, and OH MY GOD, he was FANTASTIC."

The image seared into my brain. Ashlynn, barely eighteen, on the same chair Missy spread her legs the first time I went down on her. My balls drew up tight, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine.

"I came so fast," Ashlynn whispered, her hand flying over my cock now. "Right there with my skirt around my hips, his tongue inside me. I had never felt so alive, so powerful."

Kelli sat up now, her heavy breasts swaying. She crawled across the space between beds, the sheet pooling around her knees. Her eyes were dark, fixed on where Ashlynn's hand worked me.

"Chelsea took me from the pledges, and led me to a reading book down the hall. My skirt was still up. Everyone could see my cum on my thighs. She pushed me against the door, her mouth on mine before I could think. Chelsea tasted like cherry lip gloss and something fruity. Her tongue stud drove me crazy as her fingers thrust into me."

I had to close my eyes and breathe, the image of a hot Delta Nu with perfect tits and a tongue piercing pinning Ashlynn against a door as they kissed was almost too much, my balls drew up tight, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine.

Ashlynn's free hand moved to her own clit, rubbing in tight circles. "God, she was good. Knew exactly where to touch me, how hard, how fast."

"Did you touch her back?" Kelli asked, her voice husky.

Ashlynn nodded, her cheeks flushed. "I got my hand under her skirt. No panties. She was shaved, so fucking smooth. And wet--god, Kelli, she was dripping down her thighs."

That did it. With a strangled groan, I came, cum splattered across my stomach and Ashlynn's fingers. She kept stroking, milking every last drop from me as my body shuddered through the orgasm.

Kelli reached us then, leaning in to lick my cum from Ashlynn's knuckles. Ashlynn whimpered, her own fingers still working her clit.

"Tell me more," Kelli demanded against Ashlynn's hand. "What happened after?"

Ashlynn's eyes rolled back as she came, a high, thin cry escaping her lips. Her body trembled, small breasts quivering. I watched my girls, connected by my cum and shared hunger.

Mike was right there, watching. He walked over and kissed me. Then he held out my panties. I started to giggle and told him to keep them. Then Chelsea and I fixed our clothes and went back to the orgy to watch. At the end of the party, Mike was crowned champion. I was so proud. Then he brought me here."

Kelli crawled fully onto our bed now, her curvy body pressing against Ashlynn's slight frame. She took the younger girl's face in her hands, kissing her deep and dirty. I could see their tongues embrace as they touched each other's breasts.

My cock twitched, already showing interest again. I might be older, but I'm still an Alpha Eta Pi brother.

Ch 26 Bare Skin

Sat PM Missy

​When I woke up Saturday morning, well early afternoon, I was still completely naked and sticky, but all alone in the vast expanse of my California King bed.

​I looked around the room, and apart from the faint, unmistakable scent of cum lingering in the air, there was virtually no physical evidence of last night's chaos.

​Groaning softly, I rolled out of bed and limped toward the bathroom. Damn my legs, pussy, and jaw, I thought, wincing as I caught my reflection in the mirror.

'What'd you expect, bitch? It's been over ten years since you last took on a trio of college cocks. You're way out of practice.' I let out a long sigh and stepped straight into the steaming shower, praying the hot water would soothe my thoroughly abused muscles.

​After I thoroughly scrubbed myself clean, I stood there for a long time, just savoring the way the soothing heat loosened my tight, aching muscles.

Reluctantly, I finally shut off the water, immediately wishing I'd had the foresight to turn on the towel warmer Craig had installed for us years ago.

​I pushed open the frosted glass shower door, and let out a piercing shriek, instinctively crossing my arms over my chest and dropping backward into the empty tub.

​"Sorry, Mom," a calm voice offered.

​"Goddamn it, Benny! You scared the absolute shit out of me!" I gasped, glaring up from the porcelain.

​I stood up carefully and stepped out of the tub. "Next time, knock and announce yourself so you don't give Mommy a heart attack."

​Benny stepped closer, gently wrapping the warm, fluffy towel around my shoulders. Then, without missing a beat, he dropped to his knees and began to methodically dry me from the feet up.

​"I'm just glad it's you bringing these and not Kenny," I murmured, resting a hand on his head. "He'd probably be too busy trying to lick my feet to actually dry them."

​Benny chuckled softly as he worked the terrycloth up my left calf, then my right. As his hands moved past my knees, I looked down at the top of his head. "Are you okay with what we did, Baby boy?"

He paused his work, looking up at me with a conflicted expression. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "To be honest... I'm not entirely sure. I mean, I... i wanted you, but I always pictured it being just us, not a gangbang with my brothers. And besides, you were drunk... we shouldn't have... until you were in your right mind."

​I softened, stepping closer, and pulled him gently to his feet, wrapping my arms around his bare chest. "I had two drinks at the club, Benny. The rest of the night? Straight club soda."

​He blinked, pulling back a fraction to look at me in disbelief. "But in the limo you passed out cold!"

​"I pretended to pass out," I corrected with a sly little smile.

​"The fall at the door..."

​"Was a calculated risk," I admitted, a laugh slipping out. "One I almost regretted."

"Wait. You wanted this?" he asked, his eyes wide as the pieces clicked together.

​"Yes, my sweet Benjamin. I wanted to make my boys feel good," I murmured softly. "And right now, you don't. So let Mommy fix it, like I always have."

​With a slow, deliberate movement, I shrugged off the warm towel and dropped down onto my knees in front of him. I reached out and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his gym shorts, pulling them down. His cock sprang forward, already hard and eager, nearly catching me right in the eye.

​I looked up at him through my lashes with a slow smile, opening my mouth slightly as I hovered just an inch away. "Now... tell Mommy all about those late nights when you used to lie awake and imagine us together. Tell me every little thing we did."

He rubbed a hand nervously across the back of his neck, his eyes darting around the bathroom as a slight tremor kicked up in his left leg--a sure sign of his rising anxiety.

​"It always started the same way," he began, his voice dropping an octave. "We were going to some kind of formal event--prom, a wedding, a New Year's Eve ball, something like that. Just you and me.

I'd be standing downstairs in a full tux... not just any tux, but a top hat, tails, and white gloves."

​I couldn't help a quiet, fond shake of my head as he spoke. I really did watch way too many 1940s romance movies with this boy growing up, I thought to myself.

​"I'd take a sip of scotch just as I heard the click of your heels on the stairs," Benny continued, his gaze drifting inward as he relived it.

"I'd put the glass down and watch you descend the staircase in slow motion.

Your hair would always be swept up, and you wore a tiara--that detail never changed. The dress always did, though. Sometimes it was a gown you actually wore to one of Dad's old company galas, sometimes something I spotted in an old film. But it was always, always sexy as fuck."

​"Sounds sweet," I murmured, my thumb lightly stroking the base of his thick shaft. "What happens next?"

​A faint flush crept up his neck as he kept going. "We'd get in the limo and hold hands the whole way without speaking--just a nice, comfortable silence until we got to a restaurant. But it wouldn't just be any restaurant; I'd buy out the whole place just for the two of us. Full staff on hand to cater to your every whim."

​"Sounds lovely," I whispered, flicking my tongue out to lap a bead of clear precum right off his sensitive head as he talked.

​He drew in a sharp, shuddering breath at the contact, his hips twitching slightly.

"And... and after a nice romantic candlelight dinner, we'd finally go to the event. We'd dance together like Fred and Ginger.

Everyone would gather around to watch us cut a rug, clapping and cheering because we were the best-looking couple in the room."

​I have to admit, this was better than any romance novel I ever read, I thought fondly. Even my favorite author, Sal de Klerk, had never written anything quite this arousing.

​"Then the limo would take us up into the mountains to some sweet little romantic B&B," Benny continued, his voice softening as he pictured it. "Sometimes it would be early spring when the wildflowers were just starting to bloom despite the nip in the air. Other times, mid-fall with the leaves still clinging to the branches in shades of red and gold. But my favorite was always the heart of winter, with deep snow on the ground."

​He paused, swallowing hard as his eyes met mine. "We'd get so hot and heavy in the sauna that we'd have to run out into the snow completely naked. Just seeing you standing there against the pure white virgin snow, bathed in the moonlight... you looked so ethereal. It made me wish I was a real artist just so I could paint the scene.

​I was completely on edge. I had never had someone make me cum purely with words before, but Benny was dangerously close to being the first.

​"We would make love out in the snow," he whispered, his breathing growing heavier as he approached the climax of his fantasy.

"With deer and other woodland animals all around us, watching quietly as we kissed and caressed and came together... over and over and over again, until we finally hit the absolute peak together and I filled you with my essence."

​He paused, looking down at me with a soft, knowing look. "I always imagined I would see you start to shiver out there in the cold..."

In fact, I was shivering. It wasn't from the cold. It was me holding on by a thread, trying desperately to hear the rest of his fantasy before I got completely lost in a tsunami of pleasure."

"And then?" I urged, my voice tight and breathless as my hips twitched in anticipation.

​"I would carry you inside and put you down right in front of a roaring fire on a bearskin rug, then go into the kitchen to make us some hot chocolate," he murmured, his hands gently resting on my shoulders.

"As you sipped the cocoa, I would massage your naked body to get the blood flowing and warm you right back up."

​"Once you finally stopped shivering, you would pull me down for a kiss, and we'd spend the rest of our time together just touching, caressing, kissing... and occasionally making love all over again."

​"Oh, Benjamin, that is the sweetest, sexiest, most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me," I breathed, looking up at him with genuine awe. "You really should be a writer and share these fantasies. Women all over the world would fall in love with you."

​A deep, pleased blush crept up his neck. He swallowed hard, shifting his weight. "I... I never told anyone about this before. Though, for the record, I have another one about us under the waterfall..."

​That was all it took. The final thread snapping, I let myself go completely, sliding my mouth down over his pulsing length just as the tidal wave of my orgasm finally crashed over me.

​I felt like I was floating through the sky as I savored the intense pleasure Benny had given me with just his words.

When I finally recovered my breath, I found myself tucked back in my bed, with Benny beside me, gently suckling on my breast.

​"Make love to me, Benny," I whispered, cupping his cheek. "Just like we did on that snowy mountain."

​Benny smiled softly, getting on top of me with his weight supported on his elbows as he slid smoothly inside me, capturing my lips in a deep, tender kiss.

He moved slowly and deliberately, drawing tiny, breathless gasps from my throat with each rhythmic thrust. My back arched naturally, and my hips rocked and matched his cadence beat for beat.

​I didn't blink once. My eyes stayed locked onto his handsome face as he stared intensely down into mine. I watched individual drops of sweat form and trickle down his brow, drinking in every second of our slow, beautiful lovemaking.

​Benny gave a final, spent grunt, his cock weakly pulsating deep inside me before he collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "That... that was everything I wanted, Mommy," he whispered.

​Before I could respond, a slow, mocking clap filled the quiet bedroom. When we both whipped our heads toward the door, Lenny stood leaning against the frame with a wide, arrogant smirk. "Well, that was just... so sweet," he drawled, the air thick with heavy sarcasm.

​He pushed off the doorframe, his hands already moving to his waistband. "Move over, kid. Let a real man show you how to fuck!"

​"A real man doesn't make fun of his brothers," I snarled, shoving Benny gently off me as I sat up, my eyes flashing. "That's called being a bully, and I didn't raise no goddamn bullies. You Apologize to Benny right now."

​Lenny froze, holding my glare for a beat before his arrogant smirk slowly faded. He shifted uncomfortably, pulling his shorts back up over his hips. "I'm sorry, Benji. You know I didn't mean nothin' by it."

​Benny nodded quietly, standing up from the bed and reaching for his clothes. "It's fine. Anyway... I came up to tell you guys that brunch, or lunch, or whatever the hell we're calling it right now, is ready downstairs."

​"I'll be down in a minute. Let me just throw something on," I said, starting to sit up.

​Lenny glanced down at my bare skin and grinned again, though much softer this time. "No need. You look fine just the way you are."

​"Until some nosy neighbor or a vacuum salesman knocks on the front door," I shot back, sliding out of bed.

​As the boys served me a steaming plate of pancakes piled high with fresh fruit and honey, I paused with my fork in hand and looked around the table. "So, I have a question about last night."

​"Just one?" Kenny mumbled defensively, shoveling a bite into his mouth.

​"The whole 'Three Musketeers' routine."

​"Remember that massive winter storm about ten years ago?" Lenny chimed in, leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee.

​"You and Dad made us sit down and watch The Three Musketeers with Raquel Welch," Kenny added, pointing his fork at me. "We thought they were the coolest guys on earth, and we basically swore a blood oath to be them from then on, so..."

​"And the rest is literal history," Benny finished with a grin, sliding into the seat beside me."

​"That explains that. Now, Lenny, since when did Mr. Macho start letting his brother give him hand jobs?"

​"I... um... well... that is..." Lenny stammered, his face instantly flushing crimson before he clammed up entirely.

​"I can answer that, Mom," Kenny chimed in with a cheeky grin, taking a bite of his own pancakes. "Once we learned how much better it felt to have someone else do it, it just became a regular swap. Either trading off, swapping chores, or sometimes cash."

Lenny rolled his eyes, aggressively stabbing a piece of sausage with his fork. "It was strictly business and boredom, Ma. Don't make it weirder than it already is."

​"Absolutly not," Kenny snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as a dark flush spread up his neck.

​"I wish," Benny whispered into his coffee mug, earning a sharp glare from his two brothers.

​I turned my attention back to the youngest, letting my fork rest against my plate. "And that brings me to my next question. Benny, I always thought you might be gay, and I have no problem with that. In fact, to this day, I'm still shocked you're the only one of my boys who has ever had a real, long-term relationship with a girl. But last night... I saw the look in your eyes when you touched Lenny. You aren't entirely straight, are you, sweetheart?"

​Benny dropped his gaze to the table, his shoulders slumping. He swallowed hard, a stray tear catching the kitchen light as he looked back up at me with wide, vulnerable puppy-dog eyes. "No, I'm not. I just... I never found the right guy. I love Brianna, I really do. I care about her so much, and I may even want to marry her someday. But sometimes... I just need more."

​The kitchen fell dead silent, the heavy confession hanging in the air between us as his brothers stared at him, suddenly at a loss for words.

Kenny grinned, leaning over to affectionately ruffle Benny's hair. "Honestly, I suspected as much. No biggie, bro."

​Lenny cleared his throat, offering a rare, reassuring smile. "And for the record... whatever guy gets one of your hand jobs, is one lucky bastard."

​Despite his brothers' support, Benny looked across the table at me with stark terror written all over his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a choked gasp came out.

​I reached across the table, covering his trembling hand with mine. "You're my son, Benny, and I love you unconditionally, no matter what. As for your dad..."

I let out a dry, knowing laugh. "Well, he's never been with a guy--at least not directly--but I've fucked him in the ass, and let me tell you, he loved every second of it."

Benny offered a small, grateful smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, but the heavy tension in his shoulders finally began to ease.

"One last question... for now. Benny, why were you always the one to apply the lube, bring us drinks, and dry me off?"

​Benny shrugged, a faint flush dusting his cheeks as he traced the rim of his mug. "I'm a bottom with a service kink. Even when I was little and helped you with stuff, it gave me a nice feeling I didn't understand, but I liked. Now I just... I get off by taking care of people and doing things for them."

​I nodded slowly, a warm sense of understanding settling over the table. "I see."

The table fell into a quiet lull as we all chewed our food and processed the heavy weight of our morning confessions. I had just swallowed my last bite of honey-drenched blueberries when Lenny cleared his throat, leaning forward with a curious glint in his eye.

​"So, Mom, I actually have a few questions for you now," Lenny said, tapping his fork against the table. "First of all, what the hell came over you last night? I'm definitely not complaining, but that was..." He trailed off with a shrug.

Before I could formulate an answer, a sharp, steady knock echoed from the front entryway.

Saved by the bell, I muttered inwardly, letting out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

Benny instantly jumped up from his chair like an eager puppy waiting for a treat. Given his newly confessed service kink, I wasn't surprised in the least.

He dashed across the hardwood floor toward the foyer, throwing the front door open.

Seconds later, a startled voice rang out from the hallway. "What're you doing here?"

​I looked up and heard a soft murmur of hushed voices for several minutes, then Benny led Brianna into the room.

I plastered a smile on my face despite the way I felt. There goes my plans for the rest of the weekend, I sighed.

​"Brianna, what a great surprise. I thought you had to stay at school and work with your professor."

​"We got more than expected done last night, so I was able to catch a flight this morning and salvage what's left of the weekend with my favorite people."

​"Well, get yourself a plate and join us." ​I hadn't even broached the subject of the bet with the boys, and here she was. How could I possibly handle this? I didn't want to lose her as a potential daughter-in-law, but what they had done was unforgivable.

I honestly didn't think there was any way she would stay with Benny once she learned what happened.

​Across the table, Lenny's hand was wrapped tightly around his juice glass, his knuckles stark white. His face betrayed a look of absolute disbelief at the sudden intrusion, furious that the weekend I had planned with my boys was now derailed by her unexpected arrival.

​Kenny kept his gaze locked on his plate, silently toying with his food while casting sullen, nervous glances between Benny and Brianna.

After several minutes of suffocating silence and frantic, nervous glances across the table, Brianna finally put down her fork and looked squarely at each of us. "Alright, y'all. What's the deal?"

​"Whatever do you mean?" Benny asked, his voice pitching just a fraction too high.

​"Okay, now I know something's definitely up. You only get weirdly formal when you're nervous."

​"Brianna," I began, pressing my napkin to my mouth as six terrified eyes locked onto me and three jaws dropped simultaneously. "I really didn't want to be the one who had to tell you this..."

​"It seems these three idiot sons of mine have been playing games with your affections," I said, cutting straight to the chase.

​She just smiled, her eyes dancing with utter amusement. "Oh, I already knew. They may look identical, even when they're naked, but they fuck very differently."

I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from saying I know what you mean. That would not have helped the situation.

"My sweet Benny-boy is soft and romantic. It's almost like sleeping with a girl."

​Benny let out a high-pitched squeak of absolute mortification, instantly burying his flaming face in both hands as if he could physically hide from reality.

​"Lenny is a Dom. He likes to get rough and choke his partners, and he's really good with ropes."

​Lenny choked on his own spit, slamming his juice glass down so hard the silverware rattled while a dark, furious crimson crept up his neck.

​"Kenny is a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. He gets his, and he doesn't care if you get yours, not to mention he's handled more feet than Dr. Scholls."

​Kenny stopped toying with his food entirely, his jaw dropping slack as he stared at Brianna like she possessed supernatural powers, completely paralyzed by exposure.

​I had to bite my tongue hard to keep myself from saying I know what you mean. That definitely would not have helped the situation.

​"How'd you figure it out?" I finally managed to croak, the napkin practically glued to my mouth.

​"It wasn't hard--well, IT was... but spotting the difference wasn't. When your guy always spends an hour kissing your body before he starts to undress you, then one day he suddenly hogties you and pounds you silly..."

She sipped her drink. "To make sure, I scratched Lenny's cheek the first time. The next day when I saw Benny, no scratch."

​My jaw went slack. "Why didn't you say anything?"

​She shrugged, unbothered, and picked her fork back up. "Sometimes I want Fifty Shades. Sometimes I want a slow hand and an easy touch, and sometimes I just wanna get it over with so I can go to sleep."

​The table plunged into a silence so absolute you could hear the refrigerator humming down the hall. Benny, Lenny, and Kenny looked like they wanted the floorboards to open up and swallow them whole.

"Did you know it was a bet? Not sure on what, but they literally paid for the date, and the winner got you for the night."

​Brianna paused, letting that heavy piece of intel sink in before adding with a dry smirk, "I just hoped it wasn't that Benny was tired of fucking me. After all, I don't have a cock, and a dildo isn't quite the same."

​The three brothers looked like they were seconds away from passing out entirely.

​I stared at them, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across my face as I pushed back my chair and stood up. "Oh," I said, my voice dripping with sweet vengeance. "Do I have something to show you."

Ch27 The Girls

Missy Sat PM

​"Boys, your punishment for violating Brianna's trust--and mine--is spring cleaning day. Make downstairs shine like the top of the Chrysler building."

​Benny slumped forward, groaning into his palms as he pressed his weight against the edge of the counter. "Mom, come on--"

​I didn't even break my stride, tightening my grip on Brianna's hand as we reached the bottom step. "Hush, or I'll have you cleaning the attic tomorrow."

"I get me, but what'd they do to you?" Brianna asked as her short legs in her tight mini made it hard for her to keep up with my longer, faster strides.

"There's some doors that, once you step through, everything changes. There's no going back once you're on the other side." I pulled her into my bedroom and released her hand. "If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but be sure."

"How can I be sure without knowing..." She sniffed the room. "I thought Tank was at Gibbs-Webb with Ashlynn. If he's there, why does your bedroom small like Alpha house after Founders weekend..." Her eyes grew wide and she stared at me in disbelief. "Are you having an affair? You have to tell me everything!"

I smiled at her, stepping past the unmade California King bed, and pulled open the top drawer of my nightstand. I reached under a pile of folded silk, wrapped my fingers around the base of the dildo--the exact one I'd used on Craig--and held it out across the mattress to her.

​"So, you have a dildo. I have like eight. Why the urgency, or are you avoiding my questions?"

​"Not just a hunk of silicone, it vibrates..."

​"So does my Hitachi."

​"It thrusts."

​"So does my Hismith."

​"It ejaculates."

​"It what?"

​I smiled, letting the silence stretch for a fraction of a second. "You fill it with fake cum--the stuff OnlyFans models use and you ride it until you're ready, then hit the remote, and it shoots."

"How... how real does it feel?"

​"I only used it twice. Once on myself... once on Craig. He seemed to like it. Of course, he was fucking an Elsa Jean Fleshlight while I fucked him."

​Brianna sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress, the dildo in her hand momentarily forgotten as the weight of the confession settled over the room.

Her petite frame was almost lost in the expanse of my mattress, her bare legs dangling, those ridiculous sandals kicked off somewhere near the closet, and suddenly I understood Kenny a little better. Her feet were unbelievably cute, tiny and sexy, especially with the neat, clean arch of the French tips catching the light.

"You pegged Tank with a vibrating dildo, and shot fake cum in his ass." She looked up at me, her chest rising under her tight top. "Is it weird that I want to..."

​"I'll give you some privacy. Just clean it when you're done, and feel free to use my shower afterwards." I turned toward the open door, starting to take a step before her fingers seized hard around my forearm.

​"No! Please. I want... I want you... to..." Her head slowly rose until her pleading, dilated eyes met mine.

She looked up, her black eyes wide and dark with something I couldn't quite name. "I want... I need you to fuck me with the same cock that was in Daddy's ass."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged. I didn't move, didn't breathe. Outside, a car horn blared, distant and irrelevant. In my bedroom, the only sounds were the hum of the air conditioner and the frantic beating of my own heart.

​"Are you sure?"

​She bit her lower lip, the tension vibrating off her skin, and nodded her head slowly. "Yes, ma'am. Please fuck me."

I stepped closer to her, her breasts pressing against my stomach. Her dress was thin, and I could feel the hardness of her nipples through the fabric. "You're my son's girlfriend."

"I know." Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire. "But I'm yours too, aren't I? When we're like this?"

I adjusted the waistband of my booty shorts. The spandex hugged my hips, emphasizing the curve of my ass, while my fitted t-shirt strained against my full breasts as I looked her over, not as my son's girlfriend, but as a potential lover.

Her tight mini dress, a scrap of pink fabric that barely covered her ass, hugged every curve of her nineteen-year-old body, the material stretched taut across her small breasts as she waited for my verdict, the space between us thick with anticipation.

Her jet-black hair hung to the middle of her back. Her delicate facial features and perfect tan skin gave her an exotic look.

Her dark, wide eyes were filled with hope and trepidation, and her thin lips were coated with a rich, plum-colored lipstick that caught the bedroom light.

My hand moved of its own accord, tangling in her luxurious black hair, tilting her head back. Her throat was long and pale, vulnerable. "What do you want me to do with this?" I held up the dildo, my knuckles brushing against her cheek.

"Everything." Her voice was breathy, desperate. "I want you to fuck me with it. I want you to make me cum until I can't stand. I want to feel it pulsing inside me, filling me up." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Please, Ma'am. I need it."

I dropped the heavy toy onto the mattress and cupped her flushed face in my hands. Her skin radiated heat under my palms.

"You have no idea what you're asking for."

​"Yes, I do." Her hands moved up my back, her nails scraping lightly through the cotton of my t-shirt. "I've been dreaming about this for months. About you touching me, about you fucking me."

​She pressed her hips forward, driving herself against mine, and I could feel the damp, burning heat of her th'rough our clothes. "About calling you Mommy while you make me scream."

​I backed her toward the edge of the bed until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She fell backward, sprawling across my comforter as her pink dress rode up to her hips, exposing the smooth, bare expanse of her thighs and the absence of any underwear.

I stood over her, my shadow falling across her body. "Take it off." My brain screamed 'bad idea,' but I hadn't been with a woman in a long time. Especially one so young, so soft, so desperate for me.

She scrambled to obey, her fingers fumbling with the hem of her dress. When she finally pulled it over her head, I was struck again by how young she looked.

Her breasts were small and perfect, the nipples tight and pink. Her stomach was flat, her hips narrow. Between her thighs, her pussy was bare, already glistening with arousal.

I couldn't help but compare my middle-aged mom-bod to her taut teen figure. My body showed the signs of age, leaving my breasts with a natural sag that I hated. But I kept myself disciplined and toned, the muscles in my thighs and stomach remaining firm through daily jogs, step aerobics, and yoga.

While I eased down my shorts, I couldn't help but compare her to Layla Jenner, the cute twentyish Latina porn star Craig loved.

​I was similar to Cherie Deville, a pretty MILF porn star, who, like me, showed her life experience in her figure despite working out regularly.

​Brianna's eyes locked onto my face, burning with feverish intensity as she watched me slowly pull the hem of my shirt up over my flat stomach with its faint hint of abs, past the soft swell of my all-natural thirty-four C's, and off my body.

When I was naked, I watched her eyes travel over my body. I touched the scar from Ashlynn's C-Section as her gaze hit my stomach.

Then I traced the path of my biggest stretch mark, the one Craig affectionately named I-69. It was the longest and widest one, and he loved to drag his tongue from where it started, just under my breasts, all the way down to my clit, and back. It was a not so sweet reminder I gave birth to triplets.

Then her eyes flowed over my breasts, and the large sun spot on the inside of my right breast. An ugly reminder of the sunburn I got on our honeymoon in Cap d'Agde.

Her gaze was hungry, appreciative, yet I was self conscious. "You're so beautiful, Mommy."

It was exactly what I needed to hear. I pushed away all my insecurities and let myself get lost in the moment.

She watched me intently as I pulled out the harness and bottle of fluid. I filled the dildo and attached it to the harness. I started to stroke it as her fingers matched my rhythm in her cute little slit. Are you ready, baby girl?"

"Yes, please, Mommy."

I knelt on the bed, the springs groaned in protest as I moved between her spread thighs. "Spread wider."

She obeyed instantly, her legs falling open, exposing herself completely to me. Her pussy lips were swollen, parted slightly to reveal the wet pinkness inside. I could smell her arousal--musky, sweet, intoxicating.

I reached for the dildo, my fingers closing around the shaft. It was heavy, solid in my hand. I pressed the tip against her entrance, watching her face as she gasped.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, Mommy."

I pushed it in slowly, watching as her pussy stretched to accommodate its thickness. Her back arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips. When it was fully seated inside her, I paused, letting her adjust to the fullness.

"More," she begged. "Please, more."

I pressed the 'VIBRATE' button.

The toy came to life inside her, and she cried out, her hips bucking wildly. I held it deep, twisting it slightly, watching as her face contorted with pleasure. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her knuckles white.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god--" The words tumbled from her lips, a desperate litany of need.

I rocked my hips, establishing a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of her heart. Her pussy was tight, gripping the toy, pulling it deeper. With each thrust, wet sounds filled the room--slippery, obscene, perfect.

Her hips met mine thrust for thrust as she squeezed her pert A cups and tugged on her hard pink nipples. After several minutes, I jerked it out of her and inched forward until it touched her lips.

​"Suck it, baby girl," I murmured, my voice dropping an octave. "Give Mommy a nice, sloppy blow job."

​She leaned her head up eagerly, her dark eyes locked onto mine before she parted her plum-colored lips and took the thick shaft deep into her mouth.

As she worked her way down the shaft, I grabbed two of Craig's pillows and put them under her head to support her as she sucked my faux phallus.

"Look at me" I commanded.

​Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. They locked onto mine as I shifted my weight, leaning over her to guide the heavy toy toward her mouth, starting a steady, relentless rhythm of face-fucking.

I watched as her arm moved furiously, her hand rubbing her own slick folds while she swallowed the thick shaft.

​"Where should I blow my load?" I murmured, my voice dripping with absolute control as I watched her gag as she took the entire length.

"All over that pretty little face and those big, dark, mysterious eyes? How about inside that sweet, wet pussy? Or maybe I should slide back down, fuck that tight little asshole, and fill your bowels?"

​Her eyes went wide at the mention of the last option, her flushed face filling with a potent mix of dread and heavy desire.

"Asshole, huh? You want Mommy to fuck that sweet, tight little rosebud?"

​She nodded eagerly, her throat working around the anticipation. I leaned back, shifting my weight into a modified camel pose, and reached blindly into the still-open bedside drawer for the bottle of silicone lube.

​Pulling the heavy dildo out of her wet, gasping mouth, I tossed the lube on her chest. "Get Mommy ready, baby girl," I commanded, watching the way her hands trembled as she lifted it. "After all, I don't want this to hurt. At least not too much."

​Once the heavy toy was slathered generously with lube, she rolled over onto her stomach, immediately beginning to finger her own tight, puckered ring.

I leaned down, spreading her flushed cheeks apart, and let a thick glob of spit drop directly onto the tense muscle.

Then I lifted the bottle of lube, pouring a cold stream straight onto her hand so she could work herself open faster.

​While I watched her slim fingers probe her tight, resisting hole, I reached down, turned the toy to maximum, and pressed the vibrating shaft against myself. "Might as well get some pleasure out of this too."

​I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift as I imagined all the wild, twisted ways our family might come together.

My breathing grew ragged and shallow as I got close--oh so close--to the edge.

​Just as the friction peaked, Brianna's breathless voice pierced the quiet room. "I'm ready, Mommy."

​I waited several seconds, before I turned off the good vibrations, then a few more to let the buzz that flowed through my body quiet down.

"Get in position, baby girl."

​She rolled onto her back and folded herself in half, her legs hooked behind her head in a hyper-flexible display.

"I want to watch Mommy fuck my ass," she moaned, her eyes dark and dilated.

​I grabbed her hips, sliding her dead weight right to the edge of the mattress. I bent my knees to get the angle precisely lined up, pressing the thick, slicked head against her tight ring of fire.

​There was immediate, stubborn resistance. I clamped my hands firmly around her hips, holding her locked in place as I shimmied my own, working the thick plastic against her until her muscles finally spasmed and yielded enough to accept me.

​When I finally slipped in, she squealed in a mixture of pain and wicked delight. "More, Mommy, please, more."

​I pushed further in, watching her wince as she sucked in a sharp breath. I reached down, my fingers finding her slick clitoris and massaging it gently as I inched forward, millimeter by millimeter. "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable."

​She nodded frantically, her voice breathless. "Please don't stop, Mommy. I want it all in me."

​I kept driving inward, my thumb working her folds while I licked my own fingers, sliding one deep into her soaking heat.

​"Yessss, Mommy," she shrieked, her hips convulsing against my hand. "FUUCCCKKKK, that feels so good."

​"Don't cum until I give you permission, baby girl. Understand?"

​She nodded frantically, her eyes wide and dilated as the rhythmic slap of my abdomen hit her smooth cheeks.

I reached blindly into the open nightstand drawer, my fingers closing around my miniature magic wand. I clicked it on, the high-pitched buzz cutting through the room, and held it up just in front of her flushed face. "What do you say?"

​"Please, Mommy, please! Use it on me."

​"Good girl," I murmured.

​She shuddered violently, sliding straight into a mini-orgasm at the sheer weight of the praise.

​I didn't let up. I started to drive in and out of her tight passage with steady, deliberate strokes, pressing the vibrating head of the magic wand directly against her hypersensitive clit.

Then, to compound the torture, I flicked the switch on the dildo so it hummed to life inside her, running at a deep, rumbling cadence just a fraction slower than the wand against her surface.

"HOLY FUCKING HELL!" she screamed in delight as she shifted around to meet my thrusts and push herself into the wand.

Her face scrunched up in cutest way as sweat ran off her in rivulets. Her nipples were so hard I was afraid they might bursrt if touched.

Her legs shot straight up into the air and rested on my shoulders. My hand and the wand were trapped in place against her clit and I found it slightly harder to thrust in and out of her.

"Mommy... I need... need to... to... cum..."

"Not yet, baby girl, not yet. Hold it for mommy like the good girl you are."

She gritted her teeth and squirmed to tr nd reduce the sensations driving her to her peak. I waited five agonizing minutes before I spoke.

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby girl?" My voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back my own peak.

​"Yes," she gasped, her fingernails digging deeper into the cotton of the mattress. "Yes, Mommy, please--"

I pressed the 'EJACULATE' button."Cum for Mommy, NOW!" I pulled the wand away from her.

Warm fluid flooded her ass, and she screamed, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. I held the toy deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench around it, milking it as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

When it was over, she lay limp and panting on my bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. The dildo was still inside her, vibrating gently.

I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue slid into her mouth, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

"Again," she whispered against my lips. "Please, Mommy, again."

From the doorway came a male voice, I knew all too well. "Oh, sweetheart," Lenny murmured, reaching down to adjust himself. "We're just getting started."

CH 28 Out in the Open

Missy Late at Afternoon

"What the hell, Lenny," I snarled, the heat of the climax instantly draining out of me and replaced by cold anger.

​Lenny crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe with a smug, defensive smirk. "You made us clean up because we fucked Benny's girlfriend, and here you are fucking her."

​"It wasn't because you fucked her," I snapped, stepping away from the bed. "It was because you lied about who you were to get her in bed. That's not only disgusting behavior, it's legally classified as rape in many jurisdictions. Do you even know what consent means?"

​I stood my ground, placing myself squarely between him and the bed where Brianna lay recovering. The heavy dildo strapped to my hips was still dripping cum.

​He froze for a second. "Shit... I never thought about it like that. It was... just... just a prank."

​I relaxed my posture slightly. "Morton v. Indiana. Kid wanted to put a blow-up sex doll in a school toilet as a prank. He went into the school in a black hoodie and gloves. Security saw him go in with a box and leave without it. He was charged and faced eight years in federal prison for a joke."

​Lenny actually looked ashamed. He glanced at me then Brianna. "I'm sorry, Bree. I didn't think."

​Bree was still on the bed, struggling to catch her breath. She weakly waved a hand and turned her head toward him. "Next time, I get to top you. Deal?"

​Lenny scowled. "Fine!"

Benny and Kenny arrived as Lenny turned around.

​"Mom?" Kenny smirked as he looked at the beatific smile on Brianna's face.

Benny just stared at my cock and licked his lips.

​"One question," Lenny said with his back turned. "Since Brianna is in the I fucked mom club, can we..."

​"Huh?" Brianna asked.

​"She didn't know that yet," I muttered.

​"Wait!" She leaned up on her elbows and looked at us. "You guys are fucking your mom?"

​"It's a long story. It'd take about twenty-seven chapters to get you caught up, and we don't have that kind of time."

I looked over at Brianna. "Even the boys don't know about some of this yet. It was supposed to be a surprise on Sunday."

Lenny, Benny, and Kenny all leaned in, expressions sharpening instantly. And sweet Brianna stood up, walked over to me and leaned against me, softly purring.

​"We all thought Dad was fucking Kelli, right?"

​They all nodded in unison.

​"Turns out they never did until now. On the way home from the wedding, I drove since Dad was too drunk to drive. With all the gifts, including that surfboard you boys got Dave, wedding gifts crammed in the back, there were only two seats, and no way to see past the surfboard. Ashlynn ended up sitting right on Dad's lap, then bouncing on his dick."

Lenny dropped his jaw, while Benny and Kenny exchanged wide-eyed, disbelieving stares.

​Brianna didn't even blink at the revelation. Instead, a slow, wicked grin spread across her face as she reached down, her fingers slid beneath the strap of my harness to give my still-dripping dildo a playful squeeze.

Benny caught the motion and let out a strangled moan.

I smirked, leaning slightly into Brianna's touch as I continued the story. "The next day, Ashlynn told us all about how Richie helped Steff seduce her, and how much she liked watching them fuck."

"Richie is fucking his sister?" Kenny was incredulous.

"No wonder she wanted nothing to do with me. Richie is the only guy that scores more than I do," Lenny bragged.

"Please! You only got me by claiming to be your brother. If I'd met you first none of you would have gotten me."

'Good for you Bree!' I mentally applauded her. 'Lenny needs to be taken down a peg or two.'

"So Ashlynn decided she wasn't going to wait. She took the initiative and got to him first."

​Silence hung heavy in the bedroom for a full three seconds as the sheer audacity of the maneuver settled over everyone.

​Lenny let out a low, disbelieving whistle, dragging a hand across his face. "Remind me never to leave anything private around Ashlynn. That is straight-up psychological warfare."

​Benny and Kenny exchanged a pair of identical, wide-eyed grins, entirely too amused by the sheer toxicity of their sister's plot.

​"Got to hand it to her, though," Benny chuckled, shaking his head. "Kelli must have lost her absolute mind when she found out."

​"Oh, you have no idea," I muttered, letting out a dry laugh. "When Kelli came home early from the honeymoon, Ashlynn had already rubbed it in her face about Dad. So, to retaliate and stake her own claim, Kelli let Dad take her brown cherry in her marital bed and Dave walked on them naked and asleep."

​I paused, letting the heavy, scandalous detail sink into the room. "And before you ask--yes, Dave was not only fine with it, he had agreed to it before the wedding as long as Kelli. helps him get Ashlynn."

​Kenny choked on his own spit, coughing as he stared at me wide-eyed. "Wait. Dave is pimping Kelli out to dad just to fuck Ashlynn?"

​"My fucking family has an entirely different meaning now," Lenny muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of disbelief and dark amusement.

​Benny just whistled low and long, leaning against the doorframe. "Jesus Christ. Are we a family, or some depraved fantasy of a incel author?"

"So dad and I agreed, he would take the girls and do... whatever. While my precious boys get to take care of me." I picked up Bree and her legs locked around my waist. "This sweet little minx was just a bonus." I looked in her eyes and she smiled and nodded, so I lowered her onto my cock.

Lenny and Kenny grabbed Benny's arms to keep him upright as I fucked his girlfriend.

"So now everything's in the open, anyone wanna talk more or should we just fuck?"

"Fuck, Mommy, Fuck," Brianna trilled as she bounced on my dick.