Sitting on Dad's Lap Pt. 6/7

Ch 29 Lessons Learned

Missy Sat early evening

"We'll finish later, baby girl." I gave her waist a squeeze. "Why don't you take Benny and Lenny to their room and teach Benny how to fuck, and Lenny how to make love? Meanwhile, I'll teach Kenny how to please a woman."

​She gave me the cutest pout I had ever seen. "But, Mommy--"

​I hauled back and slapped her right ass cheek hard enough to echo off the walls.

​"Oh, fuck," she yelped, lurching upward until the dildo popped free with a lewd slurp.

​"Don't argue with me," I warned, my voice dropping an octave, "or I'll lock you in a chastity belt until your next visit."

She swallowed hard and unlocked her legs. As I lifted her off the strap-on she asked, "Can I at least borrow the Dildo? I know Benny wants a turn."

"Not now. Make him earn it."

Benny's head hung low as Brianna stood on her feet. She wrapped her arms around me, trapping the cock between us, her head resting on my right breast. "Thank you mommy. I had fun."

"Me too baby girl, me too. Now take the boys and go play. Mommy has work to do."

Brianna sucked on my nipple for a brief second, then strutted over to the boys. Without a word she grabbed their dicks and led them down the hall and I heard a door open, and I didn't hear it close.

Kenny nervously looked at the dildo that glistened with Brianna's cream. "Uh, Mom?"

​I flashed him a slow, predatory smile and stepped closer. He stepped back. I advanced another step, and his spine hit the bedroom wall with a soft thud.

I leaned in, planting one hand flat against the drywall right by his head while my other hand slowly, deliberately stroked the thick shaft of my cock. I blew him a mocking little kiss as panic dilated his eyes.

​"What's the matter, son? Don't you want Mommy's nice big, hard cock?"

​He gave an emphatic, rapid micro-shake of his head, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. I released the shaft, watching his gaze lock onto my hand as it drifted down to my right hip, then my left.

The harness unbuckled and fell straight to the floor with a dull thud. I didn't give him a second to process it before I turned, walked over, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide.

​"Get on your knees, Kenny. Right here." I pointed a finger at the bare floor directly between my legs.

He dropped to his knees so fast I heard his kneecaps crack against the hardwood. His eyes were fixed on my pussy, his breathing shallow.

"Have you ever eaten a woman out before?" I asked, trailing my fingers through my wetness.

"Not really. I don't see why I should, it doesn't do anything for me."

​"It's not about you, son. You like blowjobs, right?" ​He nodded his head enthusiastically, his gaze still glued to my thighs.

​"So why wouldn't you give a woman the same consideration? Let me rephrase. How would you feel if you came home after a hard day at work and found your wife eating lasagna, but she only made enough for herself? When you ask why, she tells you that cooking for you doesn't satisfy her appetite. Wouldn't you be pissed?"

​Kenny blinked, his brow furrowing as the simile landed. "I guess."

​"Oh, Lenny!" I heard Brianna moan suddenly from down the hall, her voice carrying clear through the open bedroom doors.

​I smiled as Kenny offered a sheepish grin. "At least they're having fun."

​I raised one eyebrow and looked down at him with a cool, unimpressed stare.

​He immediately flinched, ducking his head. "Sorry, Mom."

​I gave a single, curt nod to accept his apology, then smoothly continued ​"It's the same thing. If you get off, you feel good. If you get her off, she feels good--and she'll get you off a hell of a lot more often. The less satisfied she is, the less she wants to fuck. Or at least, fuck you."

Kenny shrugged, flashing a cocky, defensive smirk. "I've never had trouble finding some chick to get into bed."

​"You told your brothers and your friends about all your conquests, right?"

​He nodded, the smirk faltering just a fraction.

​"Girls talk too," I said, leaning forward so my thighs framed his face. "About size, about shape, about skill. And when word gets around that you're a selfish lover, it's back to handjobs from Benny. Not to mention, I've handled a lot of divorces where one partner stepped out purely because they weren't getting their needs met. I don't want you to be on either side of that coin."

​Kenny stared at me, the cold, hard logic of my life experience finally penetrating his thick skull. He swallowed hard, the last remnants of his teenage rebellion evaporating as his eyes dropped from my face back down to my glistening center.

​A sharp, echoing slap startled us both.

​"One, Miss. May I please have another?" Benny's voice drifted down the corridor, sounding like an agonizing mix of pain and pure delight.

​Kenny and I stared at each other as a second loud smack cracked through the house, followed immediately by "Two, sir. May I have another." This time there was a slight quivering in Benny's voice.

​"Just tune them out," I suggested smoothly, reaching down to nudge Kenny's chin back between my thighs as I resumed the lesson.

His lips were soft against my skin, tentative at first. He kissed his way up my inner thighs, his breath warm against my most sensitive flesh. I guided his head with my hand, showing him where to linger, where to nip gently with his teeth.

"Good boy," I murmured when his tongue finally touched my outer lips. "Now explore. Use your tongue to map every fold, every ridge. Don't rush to my clit yet."

He followed instructions beautifully, his tongue dipping into my entrance, swirling around my opening. My hips rocked forward, seeking more pressure. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer as he tasted me deeper.

"Now my clit," I gasped. "Light, feather touches at first. Circle it. Don't suck it yet."

The tip of his tongue danced around my swollen bundle of nerves, sending sparks through my body. I clenched my fists in the comforter, my back arching. He was a fast learner.

"Harder now," I moaned. "Press your tongue flat against it. Lick it like you're licking an ice cream cone."

He obeyed, and the change in pressure made my toes curl. My thighs trembled around his head. He found a rhythm, steady and relentless, his tongue working my clit while one of his fingers slid inside me.

"Another finger," I panted. "Stretch me open."

He added a second digit, curling them upward to find that spongy spot inside. My vision blurred. The combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers massaging my G-spot was overwhelming.

"Right there, don't stop, I'm gonna--" My words dissolved into a cry as the first orgasm crashed through me. My pussy clamped down on his fingers, waves of pleasure radiating outward. I rode his face, grinding against his mouth until the tremors subsided.

​"FUCK YES!" Brianna suddenly screamed from down the hall, her voice echoing off the walls. "I'm cumming all over your fucking face!"

​Kenny let out a breathless chuckle and rested his damp cheek tiredly against my outer thigh.

​"What she said," I laughed at the absolute absurdity of the timing. I reached down, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand and looking deep into his eyes. "You did good. How'd I taste?"

​He blinked, giving it genuine thought. "Better than I expected. I honestly thought it'd be bitter and sour. It's... earthy, and salty. Honestly, it could use a dash of Texas Pete's, but not bad overall."

​"I sincerely hope you're joking, because hot sauce down there will end very badly for you," I warned, raising an eyebrow.

"There are safe flavor alternatives, though--you can look them up later. For now, you aren't done. I need to cum once more then you get to fuck me."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

"Really. Now get back to work. This time, use your teeth a little. Bite my inner thighs, then go back to my clit. I want it rougher."

​He didn't hesitate for a second, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of my inner thigh with just enough pressure to bruise.

The sharp, localized sting mixed instantly with the deep-seated pleasure, ripped a loud gasp from my throat.

His mouth returned to my core, far more aggressive this time. He sucked my clit straight between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while his fingers resumed their steady, wet pumping in and out of me.

​My second orgasm built at a terrifying speed, burning hotter and more intense than the first. I locked my thighs tight around his head, trapping him completely against me.

​"Yes, yes, right there, don't you dare stop--"

​The words broke apart into a ragged scream as I shattered all over again, harder this time.

My entire body convulsed against the mattress, the wave of pleasure hitting me with a razor-sharp intensity that bordered on pure pain.

Before I could speak, a ragged cry echoed down the hall from the open door.

​"May I cum, Miss? I'm so very close," Benny moaned, his voice cracked with desperation.

​"I'm about to bust a nut too," Lenny growled.

​From down the corridor, Brianna's voice rang out, dripping with absolute command. "Cum on my face. I want you to stroke each other and blow your white hot cum all over my face."

​I held my breath, grinning down at Kenny as we both waited for the fallout.

​"Oh god, that is so hot, watching you stroke each other. I can't wait to fuck your ass with your mom's dildo, Benny."

​I swear I could practically hear Benny's cum splattering on her face as Benny emptied his nuts with a choked, ragged cry.

​"Oh shit, you look so slutty," Lenny panted just a second later, his voice straining before a second heavy load got blasted straight across Brianna's face.

"Make sure you get pics of that bukkake!" I shouted down the hall with a laugh.

Then, without wasting a second, I grabbed Kenny's arms and pulled him up onto the bed as I lay back.

​He sank into me slowly, inch by thick inch. He filled me to the brim, stretching me open perfectly in all the right, wicked ways.

​Before he even had a chance to start his rhythm, a familiar, high-pitched squeak echoed from down the hall. The distinct creak of the floorboards right outside the boys' bathroom.

​"Time to wash me, boys," Brianna's voice called out, breezy and entirely unbothered. "Then, if you're up for it, maybe we could rejoin Mommy and Kenny."

"Fuck me," I demanded, leaning up to sink my teeth sharply into his shoulder. "Make me cum one more time. Before they join us."

​He redoubled his efforts instantly, his thick shaft hitting my cervix hard with each deep, punishing thrust. The angle shifted just right, his pubic bone grinding rhythmically against my swollen clit with every single stroke. My third orgasm began to build--a heavy, slow-burning ache that started in my toes and worked its way up my spine.

​"Mommy, I'm gonna--" Kenny groaned, his hips stuttering.

​"Not yet," I ordered, clamping my inner muscles tight around his twitching length. "Wait for me."

​I locked my legs high around his back, pulling him as deep inside me as humanly possible, before grabbing his ears and dragging him down into a hard, demanding kiss.

Using my raw strength and the leverage I created, I rolled us over in a fluid motion so I was straddling him on top.

I let go of his ears, sat straight up to keep him locked deep inside me, and took his trembling hands in mine, setting a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm as I began to rock my hips.

​"It's hard for some ladies to cum from penetration alone," I murmured, my voice steady despite my racing pulse.

"You need to learn to read her, to see what she likes and what she doesn't. You have to know when to pound her cunt hard, and when to move against her like gentle ocean swells."

I moved faster and rested my fingertips on his strong chest. "When she tells you she's close, don't change ANYTHING. Just keep going otherwise you'll spoil it." I continued rocking my hips as I talked. "You like me on top?" I sighed.

Kenny nodded and held my hips as I ground myself on his pubic bone. I increased the pace, moving faster and faster until my breathing turned to ragged gasps.

My eyes drifted shut, and I reached down to pull his hands up, pressing his palms flat against my breasts. I rode him hard and fast, my breasts bouncing heavy with each downward movement.

​Kenny's hands roamed wildly over my body, squeezing my ass cheeks and pinching my sensitive nipples.

His hips thrust upward to meet me stroke for stroke, our slick bodies slapping together loudly in the warm, golden afternoon light pouring through the window.

"Cum for me. Fill Mommy's pussy with your cream."

The control in my voice pushed him over the edge. With a guttural cry, he came, his hips jerking erratically. The pulsing of his cock inside me triggered my own release. I came with him, our bodies locked together in mutual ecstasy.

We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and satisfied. The setting sun painted the room in shades of orange and pink. Kenny's head rested on my chest, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Was that okay?" he asked, his voice muffled against my skin.

I stroked his hair, smiling. "Better than okay, baby. Much better than okay."

In the distance, I heard Brianna's laughter from down the hall. The house was full of life, full of pleasure.

I rolled off kenny and he put his head on my breast. I toyed with his curly hair as we lay there savoring the afterglow.

I must have dozed off in the post-orgasmic haze, because when I finally woke up, a cool sheet was draped over me and the entire house was dead quiet.

'Shower first, then find out what's going on,' I decided, stretching lazily.

​I luxuriated under the stream of hot water, letting the steady pressure work the kinks out of my sore muscles. As I extended my left leg to stretch my thigh and calf, the distant, heavy thud of the front door closing echoed through the house.

​"Ma, we're home! We got food!"

​I couldn't help a small, fond shake of my head. Some things never changed; even as grown men, they still hollered through the house like a pack of wild barbarians.

​I shut off the water, wrapped a towel around myself, and grabbed my phone off the counter to fire off a text.

"​Omw."

​Tossing the towel aside, I reached into the walk-in closet and pulled out a pale blue silk kimono--an expensive, intricately embroidered piece Craig had bought me years ago during one of his extended business trips to the Far East.

The smooth, cool fabric felt decadent against my still-warm skin, tying loosely at my waist as I stepped out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to face the boys.

Ch 30

Missy Sat Night

They brought home a massive family-size lasagna and a savory, well-aged 2019 Castello di Volpaia Chianti Classico Riserva.

While we ate, we had a perfectly normal, pleasant conversation about their classes, my cases and co-workers, and local gossip.

Given the sheer wild afternoon we shared, the mundane normalcy of a family dinner felt entirely surreal.

Once we finished eating, Benny volunteered to clear the plates and load the dishwasher as we all drifted out into the dim living room to decompress, the low glow of the side lamp casting long shadows against the walls.

​"Anyone wanna watch a movie?" Kenny asked, tossing the remote onto the coffee table.

​We all shook our heads in unison.

​"We could play a game, or cards," Lenny offered, leaning against the back of the sofa.

​We all just shrugged, the heavy, languid air of the room sitting thick between us as we tried to figure out what to do with ourselves.

Brianna stood up, sashayed smoothly across the living room, and dropped right into my lap just as Benny walked back in, still wearing his kitchen apron and drying his hands on a dish towel.

​"Anyone want a drink?" Benny asked, looking around the room.

​"Pour a round of Dad's Johnny," Lenny ordered from the couch, not missing a beat.

​Benny nodded, though his gaze drifted, catching on Brianna. She had kicked off her sneakers and was lounging comfortably in a pair of shredded daisy dukes and a tight, midriff-bearing t-shirt.

The pale blue silk of my kimono felt cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of Brianna's thighs settling over mine.

​She offered him a coy, knowing smile, then turned her attention back to the room. "Anyone wanna watch Mommy and me fool around?"

She didn't wait for a response. Her tongue was in my mouth and her hands in my Kimono before you could say Hai.

I could feel the damp heat of Brianna's pussy through the denim of those tiny daisy dukes, grinding down onto my lap with an impatient rhythm. She smelled of jasmine and that sweet, musky scent of a girl who was primed for action.

Across the room, Lenny, and Kenny sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the beige couch, their eyes fixed on us. Benny quickly returned and passed out the drinks, then joined his brothers on the couch.

They looked like hungry wolves watching a piece of meat dangled just out of reach. Kenny, still had that dazed look of a boy who'd just had his world turned upside down, but his eyes were sharp, locked onto the way Brianna's hips rolled against me.

"Look at them," I murmured against Brianna's neck, my hands sliding up under her midriff-bearing top to find the soft, bare skin of her waist. She shivered, her back arching, pushing her small breasts tighter against the silk covering my chest. "They're dying for it."

Brianna let out a whine, high and needy. "Please, Mommy. Let them play."

I nipped at her earlobe, tasting the salt of her skin. "Patience, little girl. Let's give them a show first."

I shifted my hips, letting the silk of the kimono ride up, exposing my legs to the cool air. Underneath, I was naked, open. I grabbed Brianna's ass, squeezing the firm flesh of her cheeks through the denim shorts, pulling her harder against my mound.

The friction was electric. I looked over her shoulder at the couch. "Take them out," I commanded, my voice dropping an octave. "If you want to see what happens next, those cocks need to be ready."

On the couch, the movement was frantic. Hands fumbled with belts and zippers, the metallic clinks loud in the quiet room. Kenny was the first to free his cock, already thick and standing at attention.

Lenny followed, his length impressive in the dim light.

Benny hesitated for a split second, glancing at me for permission, and when I gave a slight nod, he pulled his dick out, the head glistening.

"Good boys," I purred. "Now, touch each other. Don't leave anyone out."

They stood up, stripping away their remaining clothes before forming a tight, shifting circle.

​Benny reached out first, his large hand wrapping securely around Lenny's shaft to stroke him in a slow, deliberate cadence.

​Lenny let out a low groan, his head lolling back as his free hand reached out for Kenny. A sharp gasp broke from Kenny, his hips bucked as Lenny's fist pumped him in rhythm.

​The circle closed completely when Kenny reached over, taking Benny in his hand to lock the loop.

Brianna watched them, her mouth hanging open slightly, her breath coming in short pants. "They look so good, Mommy," she whispered, grinding her pussy down onto my lap harder, the seam of her jeans rubbing against my clit just right.

"They do," I agreed, sliding one hand down from her waist to pop the button of her shorts. The zipper hissed as I pulled it down. "But I think they need more than just hands."

I lifted Brianna off my lap just enough to shove her shorts down her legs. She kicked them away, leaving her in just that cropped top, her pussy bare and glistening wet.

I sat back on the armchair, spreading my legs wide, the kimono falling open to reveal everything. "Eat me, Brianna. Show them what a slut you are."

She didn't need to be told twice. Scrambling off my lap, she dropped straight to her knees between my legs and began to lap my cream like a thirsty kitten. Across the room, the boys froze, their mutual stroking stuttering to a halt as their eyes widened at the sight.

​"Did anyone tell you to stop?" I snapped sharply at the boys.

The warning hit them like a physical blow. Lenny cursed under his breath, his hand instantly diving back to pump Kenny's length while Benny scrambled to grip Lenny's hip, their frantic strokes falling right back into a desperate rhythm.

Down between my knees, Brianna moaned around me, her tongue swirling against my sensitive folds, tasting herself mixed with my cream. The wet, rhythmic slurping filled the quiet space, punctuated by the heavy, sliding friction of the boys pumping each other raw just feet away.

​I tangled my fingers in Brianna's hair, holding her tight against me as I looked up to meet the wide, drowning stares of all three boys.

​"That's it," I whispered, letting my hips drift forward to invite deeper contact. "Keep your hands moving and watch her lick me."

As I watched the boys watch us, a different plan took shape in my mind.

I pulled Brianna away from my pussy, drawing her up to her feet before crushing my lips against hers in a hard, possessive kiss.

​When we finally broke apart, I led her right into the circle formed by the boys. "Get on your knees."

​Brianna smiled up at me, entirely compliant, and dropped to the carpet between them. She reached out to take Benny's cock first, leaning in to swirl her tongue slowly around the weeping tip. Benny hissed, his large hand instantly tangling in her dark hair.

She took him deep with a practiced ease, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed down his length, while her small, free hand reached out to stroke Lenny's heavy shaft. Kenny hovered just on the edge, watching with rapt, desperate attention, his own dick twitching wildly in the air.

"Don't forget Kenny, honey," I called out, my own hand drifting between my legs to tease my wet folds as I watched the scene unfold. "He learned his lesson well today. He deserves a reward."

Brianna pulled off Benny with a wet pop and turned her attention to Kenny. She smiled up at him, a wicked, innocent smile, before engulfing his cock.

Kenny's eyes rolled back, his hands gripping the edge of the couch cushion until his knuckles turned white.

Lenny, not wanting to be left out, stood up and fed his dick into Brianna's mouth alongside Kenny's. She stretched her jaw wide, taking both of them, her tongue working frantically over their heads.

The room filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of sucking, the heavy groans of the boys, and my own soft sighs as I circled my clit.

I watched my son's girlfriend, and now a kitten for this cougar, my sweet, eager Brianna, stuffing her mouth with my sons' cocks was intoxicating.

"Enough," I said, my voice cutting through the haze of lust. "I want them to cover you."

Brianna pulled back, spit trailing from her lips to their cocks. She looked back at me, eyes glazed. "Yes, Mommy."

She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving, her top straining against her small breasts. The boys stood up, forming a semi-circle around her. They took their cocks in hand, stroking fast now, chasing their release.

"Look at them," I coaxed, standing up and walking over to stand behind Brianna, resting my hands on her shoulders. "Look at what you do to them. Give her every drop."

Benny was the first to go. With a guttural grunt, he erupted, thick ropes of white cum splashing across Brianna's cheeks and nose. She gasped, sticking her tongue out to catch what she could. The sight pushed Lenny over the edge, and he added his load to the mess, painting her lips and chin.

Kenny was last, stroking himself furiously. He looked at me, his eyes begging for approval. I nodded, smiling. "Cum for her, Kenny. Make her a mess."

He cried out, his hips jerking forward as he shot his cum onto her neck and the collar of her top, marking her. Brianna moaned, her hands rubbing the sticky fluid into her skin, scooping it up to taste.

I leaned down, kissing the top of Brianna's cum-stained head, and smiled as the three boys collapsed back onto the couch, utterly drained.

I picked up Brianna and headed toward the stairs. "Come join us in my bedroom when you're ready.

Ch 31

Missy Sun AM

​I woke up Sunday morning feeling more relaxed than I had in years. The boys, Brianna, and I were all tangled together in my bed, our limbs locked in a hopeless Gordian knot.

To make matters worse, the dried cum and sweat had us pasted together like a messy third-grade art project.

​"Alright, everyone," I said, my voice calm but carrying absolute authority. "Time to wake up."

​Benny stirred first, blinking against the light as he pushed himself up onto one elbow. "Mom, I--"

​"Go clean Brianna up," I commanded, cutting him off. I gestured sharply between him and Kenny. "Both of you. Use your bathroom."

​Kenny nodded, understanding without question. He and Benny helped Brianna to her feet, her legs still shaky as they guided her carefully toward the hallway, leaving a thick, intoxicating trace of sex lingering in their wake.

​That left Lenny. He remained stretched out on the bed, watching me with those dark, unblinking eyes that always carried a silent challenge. His cock, still semi-hard, rested heavily against his thigh.

​"You," I said, holding out my hand. "Come with me."

​He took my hand instantly, his grip firm and warm as I pulled him to his feet. I led him into the master bath, turning on the shower before stepping under the stream to scrub the remnants of the night off my skin. As I toweled dry, I gestured for Lenny to step under the water and do the same.

​Once we were both clean and dry, we returned to the bedroom. Lenny stood waiting in the center of the room, completely naked, his muscles tense with raw anticipation. He clearly thought he knew what was coming--the rough, hard pace he enjoyed. Not this time.

​"This time's different," I said quietly, closing and locking the door behind us. "You're going to learn how to be in control without being cruel," I said, stepping slowly into his space until the heat of his body radiated against mine. "How to dominate with absolute tenderness."

I pressed my body against his, my nipples hardening against his chest. His hands automatically went to my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.

"Softer," I whispered, covering his hands with mine. I loosened his grip, showing him how to hold me possessively without pain. "Like you're claiming me, not breaking me."

His breathing hitched as I guided his hands up my sides, over my ribs, to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples and I arched into him.

"That's it," I murmured. "Feel how I respond to your touch? Not because you're forcing me, but because I want what you're giving."

I took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge. I straddled his lap, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs. His cock pressed against my pussy, still sensitive from earlier.

"Look at me," I commanded softly. "Really look."

His eyes met mine, dark and intense. I held his gaze as I reached between us, positioning him at my entrance. I was slick, ready, my body remembering Brianna's earlier attentions.

"Slow," I breathed as I started to sink down onto him. "Let me feel every inch."

He groaned as I took him in, my walls stretching to accommodate his thickness. I moved deliberately, rising and falling with controlled movements that built pleasure gradually rather than desperately.

His hands found my hips again, this time with perfect pressure--firm but not painful. He began to meet my movements, thrusting up into me with deep, measured strokes.

"Like that," I gasped, my head falling back. "Fuck me like you own me, not like you're trying to break me."

He shifted our positions suddenly, rolling us over so he was on top without breaking our connection. His arms bracketed my head, his body covering mine with delicious weight. He kissed me then--deep, slow, his tongue claiming my mouth with possessive tenderness.

"Mommy," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with emotion. "I--"

"Show me," I cut him off, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Show me what you're learning."

He began to move, his strokes long and deliberate. Each thrust hit deep, stoking the fire in my belly. His mouth found my neck, nipping and sucking in a way that marked me as his without bruising. One hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit.

I cried out as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his movements inside me matching the rhythm of his thumb. The dual stimulation sent waves of pleasure through me, building higher and higher.

"That's it," I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Make me cum. Make me yours."

His movements became more urgent but never lost their control. He was fucking me with purpose now, each stroke calculated to bring me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my toes curling, my back arching.

"Lenny," I gasped, "I'm--"

"Cum for me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Now."

The command sent me over. My pussy clamped around him, waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I cried out his name as my body convulsed, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

He followed me over, his hips jerking as he filled me with his release. His face buried in my neck, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

We lay tangled together afterward, our bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with the sound of our ragged breathing. Lenny's weight was comforting, his presence grounding.

"Thank you," he whispered against my skin. "For teaching me."

I stroked his hair, my fingers combing through the damp strands. "You're a fast learner."

He lifted his head, his eyes soft in the dim light. "Can we... can we do this again?"

I smiled, pulling him down for another kiss. "Whenever you want," I promised. "Whenever you want."

After a quick, final rinse, I headed back downstairs while Lenny went off to round up his brothers. I slipped into the same canvas apron Benny had worn the night before, leaving it as the only thing on my body.

Once the coffee maker started gurgling, I cracked a dozen eggs into a bowl and laid strips of bacon across the hot griddle.

​As I whipped the eggs into a froth, a sharp voice cut through the kitchen hum behind me. "What the hell, Missy?"

​I spun around so fast the bowl nearly slipped from my grip, my stomach dropping. Standing in the doorway was Dave, my son-in-law. 'Oh shit.'

​"What are you doing here?" I stammered, my heart hammered against my ribs as I desperately tried to cover my bare sides with my arm. "I thought you were on a business trip."

"I came home to a note that said Kelli went with Tank and Ashlynn up to Gibbs-Webb," Dave said, his eyes narrowing as they swept over my bare legs and the apron. "She told me to meet her here today so we could talk."

​"They won't be back until dinner, or a little before," I managed, my voice tightening.

​Before I could say another word, a completely naked Brianna came barrelling into the kitchen, her petite breasts and stomach coated in several fresh loads of sticky white cum. "Mommy, look what the boys did to me," she whined, breathless and oblivious. "Do you wanna lick my tits clean?"

​Before the echo of her voice even faded, all three boys piled into the room behind her, just as naked and drained as she was. "Can we watch, Mommy...?" Benny started, before the entire room slammed into a dead, suffocating silence as they locked eyes with their brother-in-law.

"Dave," Lenny nodded in casual greeting, entirely unfazed.

​"Uh... yeah, hi guys," Dave stammered, his eyes locked wide on Brianna, who stood unbothered in a puddle of post-sex display.

​I paused for a single breath, assessing the wreckage of our morning before deciding to double down. What was done was undeniably done.

​"Benny finished breakfast. The rest of you clean yourselves up and help him," I commanded, letting the canvas apron slip off my shoulders and tossing it directly into Benny's hands, standing there completely bare. "Dave, come with me."

​Without giving him a chance to object, I took his hand and led him away from the kitchen madness, pulling him straight into the quiet living room.

​I sank down onto the center of the sofa, stretching out lazily against the cushions. Dave stood awkwardly a few feet away, his gaze darting frantically toward the floor, the walls, anywhere to avoid looking at my bare skin.

​"DAVID ABRAMS," I snapped, my voice cracking like a whip. "Look at me."

​He flinched, his eyes snapping up before sliding away just as fast. "But... but... you're naked."

​"And?" I let out a slow, heavy sigh of disgust. "You were an Alpha, so fucking act like it."

​His eyes finally met mine, wide and trapped in the headlights of my stare. "Better. Now sit."

​He swallowed hard, shaking his head. "I can't. It's... it's too much."

​"SIT!" I barked, the absolute finality in my tone leaving zero room for argument.

He dropped heavily onto the far edge of the sofa, looking entirely shell-shocked.

​"Look, I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm hungry, and breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," I said, fixing him with a steady, unblinking stare. "So we ain't playing twenty questions. Understood?"

​Dave swallowed hard, his hands twitching on his knees. "Not really..."

​"You sit there, shut up, and I'll give you the highlights, okay?"

​He nodded slowly, too overwhelmed to fight back.

​"You know about Craig and Ashlynn?" I asked, leaning forward.

​"Yeah, Kelli told me," he muttered, his jaw tightening.

​"And you saw Craig and Kelli."

​"I did."

"You're a pretty smart guy. You know what's going on at that damn hotel?"

​"I don't know shit for sure," Dave muttered, running a hand over his face. "Kelli's left me on read since Friday, and all my calls go straight to her voicemail."

​"Come on. Context clues."

​He let out a heavy, defeated sigh. "I knew, but I didn't know, ya know."

​I nodded slowly, holding his gaze. "It's just like your arrangement with Kelli. I made one with Craig. He gets the girls all weekend, I get the boys. Brianna was an unexpected bonus."

"So Craig spent the weekend fucking my wife, and Ashlynn, while you were here with the boys... all weekend," Dave said, his voice dropping an octave as the reality finally hardened in his chest.

​"Weekend ain't over yet, and you are one of the boys, right?" I countered smoothly, sliding a fraction closer on the cushions.

​"Yeah, but..."

​"No buts, mister," I snapped, cutting him off. "Kelli told us all about your little deal. You agreed to let her fuck Craig as long as she helped you get your dick in Ashlynn. Well, you can either go home, sit on your ass, and mope, or you can join in on the fun everyone else is already having."

His head dropped into his hands as a heavy, mortified groan escaped him, his face flushing a bright, undeniable and adorable shade of red.

​"Too much..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes hard against the harsh light of the room. "God, just... need coffee."

​Right on cue, Benny walked into the living room, a fresh, steaming mug in each hand. "Hot, fresh, and just how you like it," he said, handing one to Dave and the other to me.

​I took a long drink, draining half the cup before placing it on the coffee table.

​"You need anything else?" Benny stood there openly, his thick, hard dick straining visibly against the fabric of the apron.

​Dave shook his head, staring wide-eyed at the bulge.

​Without hesitation, I dropped to the floor, sliding between Dave's knees on the sofa. "Has Kelli ever given you a blow job with your morning coffee?"

​Dave swallowed hard, shaking his head.

​"Then it's about time you experienced what you've been missing."

​As my fingers reached for his fly, Benny offered a reassuring, wicked grin down at his brother-in-law. "Trust me, you'll love it. Mom's a hell of a fellatrix."

With that, Benny turned on his heel and headed back toward the kitchen, leaving me to admire the way his bare, muscular glutes shifted smoothly with every step.

​I returned my attention back to Dave, catching him staring at Benny's naked ass with even more raw hunger than I had.

His eyes were wide, tracking the shift of muscle with a distinct, conflicted longing. 'Well, now that is interesting,' I thought to myself, a small smirk touching my lips. 'I wonder if Kelli has any idea.'

​Mentally shrugging off the realization, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his semi-soft length, taking him deep into my mouth. His eyes closed and his head rolled back as my tongue began to swirl over his tip.

While I probed the hole, Brianna flounced back into the living room, still entirely naked and humming to herself. "Food's almost ready," she trilled happily, scrambling up onto the sofa beside us and sinking back onto her knees.

She leaned over, watching the rhythm of my head with bright, eager eyes. "Mommy is so sexy, isn't she? I love when she goes down on me. It makes me feel so good to have such a beautiful mommy right between my thighs."

​Dave groaned aloud, his fingers tangling roughly into my hair as his hips twitched

forward, driving him deeper down my throat.

​"I especially like when Mommy shares the cum with me after she finishes," Brianna gighled, her voice sweet and detached from any sense of shame. "I love when she feeds it to me like she's a mama bird and I'm her helpless little chick."

​Brianna's words acted like a live wire, instantly shattering Dave's remaining restraint. He gasped sharply, his body locking up as he exploded deep into my mouth, a thick wave of hot, salty seed flooding my tongue. I swallowed some, keeping the rest in my mouth.

​Slipping off the edge of the couch, Brianna crawled right over to my knees. She tilted her head back, looking up at me with big, dark eyes sparkling with mischievous excitement as she parted her lips and waited.

​I rose up smoothly onto my knees, hovering over her open mouth like a mama bird and fed my precious sweet chick Dave's white hot cum.

"Holy fuck, that's hot." Kenny said from the doorway. His brothers rushed over as the last bit fell into Brianna's mouth.

"They stood there, mouths agape as Brianna stood up and kissed Dave who shoved his tongue so deep into her mouth it made her choke.

I stood up and cleared my throat. "Yeah, right. Breakfast is ready," Kenny told us.

​We sat together at the dining table in a comfortable, exhausted silence, stuffing our faces with eggs, bacon, and leftover coffee to replace the staggering number of calories we'd all burned over the last few days.

​When every plate was licked clean, I leaned back in my chair, scanning the room and catching every pair of eyes. "Okay folks. Here's the plan for today. Benny, you and Dave get a Yankee pot roast started in the crockpot so it's ready by dinner. Kenny and Lenny, strip all the sheets off every bed in the house and get them laundered. Brianna, you've got the upstairs bathrooms. Got it?"

​A chorus of overlapping murmurs went up around the table as everyone absorbed their assignments.

​Brianna tilted her head, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she leaned forward. "What are you gonna do, Mommy?" she asked, echoing the question hanging heavy in everyone's minds.

​"I'm going to soak in the hot tub," I said, letting a slow, contented smile spread across my face. "I've had more sex in the last few days than I have in the last six months, and quite frankly, I hurt in places I didn't even know could hurt. Then, I'm taking a long, uninterrupted nap."

​I let my gaze sweep across the table, meeting each of their eyes one by one. "Make sure I'm awake by three o'clock sharp so we can start prepping for Daddy and the girls. Once your chores are finished, I don't give a damn what the rest of you do, as long as nobody wakes me up early. Just make sure you're all rarin' and ready to go for the big homecoming CUMMING."

​When I finally blinked awake, Brianna was curled tightly against my side, my arm wrapped securely around her petite frame while soft, delicate little snorelets escaped her lips.

I glanced past her at the digital clock on the nightstand: 2:53 PM. Perfect. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her pert nose and whispered, "Time to wake up, my sweet baby girl."

​She yawned, stretching her lithe body like a cat before resting her head comfortably against my naked breast. "That was the best nap ever. Thank you for everything, Mommy," she murmured, sleepily scooting up until her lips found mine for a soft, lingering kiss.

​"I need a favor, baby girl."

​"Anything, Mommy. Name it."

​"Round everyone up and tell them to meet me down in the living room. It's time to get everything set up."

I checked the tracker app Craig put on our phones. "They'll be home in about forty minutes."

​A wicked, knowing smile spread across her face as she slipped out of bed. "You can count on me, Mommy."

I watched her flounce out of the bedroom, a fond smile lingering on my face before I stretched my aching limbs and climbed out of bed.

Before heading down, I gathered up some of the toys Craig and I purchased to keep things spicy. Then I went down to outline the plan.

Ch 32

Sun AM Hotel

I woke up to an urgent need, but moving was impossible. I was completely pinned beneath a tangle of warm, bare limbs.

​Kelli to my right, Ashlynn on my left. They both were sound asleep on their stomachs. Kelli's torso partially over my ribs, while Ashlynn mirrored her on my left. Each had an arm wrapped around my torso, Kelli had my chest, Ashlynn my stomach.

Kelli had a bare leg thrown over my thighs and Ashlynn trapped my calves with her nude leg. I was locked in a delicious, inescapable cage of skin.

Kelli let out cute little snorelets as Ashlynn twitched and murmured something unintelligible as she dreamed.

I carefully extricated an arm and grabbed the remote. I turned the TV on mute, hoping the flickering lights would wake them gently. I just wasn't sure if they would wake in time.

I tried to ease Kelli's arm off me, but she squeezed me tighter and slid more of her body directly onto mine. I shook my head and began to jiggle my legs to keep the urgency at bay.

"Desperate times...," I muttered and cranked the TV volume up and rested my finger on the mute button. "Sorry girls." I pressed the volume. "The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup," blasted from the TV speakers.

The girls recoiled from the booming sound. As soon as I was free, I dashed into the bathroom, the sound died before I could close the door. My knees went weak as I relieved myself.

When I returned to the room, both girls sat on the edge of the bed, hair a total disaster, eyes half closed, and ferocious scowls on their faces. "Well, well, well, if it isn't sleepy and grumpy."

"Not funny, dad," Kelli croaked as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. It was a futile gesture. As soon as she took her hand away, it fell right back.

Ashlynn just glared at me, under the flickering white light of some local morning show.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't do that as a joke, or to be an asshole. I had to..." I gestured to the bathroom. "I tried to wake you up gently, but I couldn't, and I really didn't want housekeeping to gossip about the guy who wet the bed. Let me make it up to you by starting some coffee."

"That's a start," Ashlynn grumbled quietly as I poured grounds in the coffee maker and added water. As the coffee brewed, I took the remote and lowered the volume before switching to Bloomberg and unmuting it.

As soon as the coffee was finished, I made two mugs. Black, one sugar, for Kelli and light with six Sweet-n-Lows for Ashlynn.

After their second mugs, the girls had some semblance of life in their faces. "I need a shower," Ashlynn slurred, still not fully awake.

"Me too," Kelli agreed. She took her sister's hand and led her into the bathroom, but they left the door open. I stood in the doorway and watched their mouths move together, a slow, deep exploration.

Kelli's hand came up to cup the back of Ashlynn's neck, her fingers tangling in the blonde hair. Ashlynn's fingers traced patterns on Kelli's shoulder.

The kiss went on and on, tongues sliding, soft sounds of wetness filled the quiet room. My cock began to thicken as I watched them.

Kelli pulled back first, her lips swollen and glistening. "Let me get the water going," she murmured, her voice husky. The water hissed against tile, steam beginning to curl around them.

Ashlynn watched, her eyes dark with desire, her young body taut and perfect. I grabbed the desk chair and put it in the doorway to make myself more comfortable. When I saw them again, Kelli took Ashlynn's hand. "Come on."

Kelli stepped in first, water cascading over her heavy breasts and flat stomach. She turned, holding out a hand to Ashlynn. "Join me." Ashlynn stepped under the spray, her pale skin instantly beaded with moisture.

I leaned back, my hand toyed with my erection as I watched Kelli pour shower gel into her palm. The scent of jasmine filled the steamy space.

She started with Ashlynn's shoulders, her fingers worked in slow circles. Ashlynn tilted her head back, water streamed through her hair as Kelli's hands moved down her arms, over her ribs.

"You're so beautiful," Kelli whispered, her voice barely audible over the water. She traced the curve of Ashlynn's breasts, avoiding the nipples at first. Ashlynn's breath hitched, her hands coming up to grip Kelli's waist.

Kelli's thumbs finally brushed over Ashlynn's nipples, which pebbled instantly. She circled them slowly, teasing, before leaning down to take one in her mouth.

Ashlynn gasped, her back arching. I could see the pink of Kelli's tongue flicking against the pale skin.

My cock was fully hard now, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. Kelli switched to the other breast, her hand sliding down Ashlynn's stomach, through the trimmed blonde curls.

"Spread your legs," Kelli commanded softly. Ashlynn complied, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. Kelli's fingers found Ashlynn's clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. Ashlynn's hips began to move, grinding against Kelli's hand.

"Like that?" Kelli asked, though she already knew the answer. Ashlynn could only moan in response, her head falling forward against the tiles. Water streamed down her back, highlighting the curve of her spine.

Kelli dropped to her knees, the water matting her dark hair to her skull. She looked up at Ashlynn, her eyes intense, before leaning forward to taste her. Ashlynn cried out, her knees nearly buckling. Kelli's hands gripped her ass, holding her steady as her tongue worked magic.

I stroked myself slowly, matching the rhythm of Kelli's movements. The sight of her mouth on Ashlynn's pussy, water streaming over both of them, was almost too much to bear.

Ashlynn came with a series of sharp cries, her body trembling. Kelli stayed with her, licking gently through the aftershocks before standing up. She kissed Ashlynn deeply, letting her taste herself on Kelli's lips.

"My turn," Kelli said, turning to present her back to Ashlynn. Ashlynn took the shower gel, her hands trembling slightly as she began to wash Kelli's body. She paid special attention to Kelli's breasts, weighing them in her palms, thumbing the nipples until they were hard points.

Ashlynn's hands moved lower, over Kelli's stomach, through the dark curls between her legs. Kelli spread her stance, inviting the touch. Ashlynn's fingers explored tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. She found Kelli's clit, circling it the way Kelli had done to her.

Kelli braced her hands against the wall, her head thrown back. "Yes," she breathed. "Right there." Ashlynn added another finger, then another, fucking Kelli with her hand while her thumb worked her clit.

I held myself back hoping that they would take care of me next. The sight of Ashlynn's fingers disappearing into Kelli's body, the sound of their moans mixing with the spray of water--it was perfect.

Kelli came with a deep groan, her body shaking. Ashlynn held her through it, her fingers still buried deep. When Kelli straightened up, she turned and kissed Ashlynn again, a slow, tender kiss that spoke of something more than just physical release.

They rinsed off in silence, their hands lingering on each other's skin. When they stepped out, I was waiting with fluffy towels. I dried them both, my hands brushing over their wet skin, feeling the heat radiating from their bodies.

After we walked into the bedroom, they ignored my jutting erection as they pulled on matching sundresses, with nothing underneath. I stood there, naked and hard and desperate. "What about..."

"After this morning, you think we're going too...," Ashlynn chided me.

"Think of it as your punishment," Kelli snapped.

I sighed and dressed trying to hide my erection in a pair of cargo shorts. While it had a lot of space for gear, they really didn't store that too well.

After another continental breakfast, without Jo, we went back upstairs and packed. As the girls stacked everything by the door, I requested a bellhop to load everything in my Land Rover.

Minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Mr. Sherman, it's Mike."

I threw open the door and glared at him. He shrunk back and I heard him gulp. "Son, after last night..."

His eyes bugged out and he swallowed hard. "I think we're past formalities. Call me Tank." I offered him my hand.

He visibly relaxed and shook my hand. "I wanted to thank you for saving my mom. If Darius had realized who she was... it would be bad. And, just so you know, the security camera that covers the hot tub is out, so there's no video. Of anything."

"Shit, I never considered security cams. Fuck."

Mike chuckled and pushed the cart into the room.

"MIKE," Ashlynn screeched. She ran to him and jumped into his arms. He caught her with ease and pulled her tight to him, and they kissed. "I had a great time with you. Promise you'll visit me soon."

He smiled and kissed her again. "Of course I will." Then he put her down and loaded our bags onto his cart while I double-checked every drawer. I gave Ashlynn the valet ticket so Mike could load the car while I checked out.

Meanwhile, Kelli tried to call Dave but got his voicemail. "Hi hon, sorry about the fight. We'll be at my folks about four. I'll see you there, and we can talk, okay?" she hung up and sighed as she put her phone away.

When we were ready we headed downstairs, checked out, and the three of us got into Malik's cab.

We saw the newest dorms, and the new science lab among other things. Then it was time for a farewell brunch.

The other families paid no attention to us. Either they didn't remember us or had other things on their minds. Either one was fine with me. I didn't want to explain our quirky sense of humor to a bunch of uptight Karens and their beta male husbands.

While we ate, the school glee club serenaded us with a few ditties and closed with the school's fight song.

One last time we piled into Malik's cab. Before he pulled away he held up a flash drive. "What's that?" Ashlynn asked.

"Got a dash cam that records inside the cab. It's the night I meet your old man and sister."

Kelli and I looked at each other. "You haven't..."

"Not to a soul. It's only saved here, and one for me and only me."

"Wait! What happened that night?"

"I almost drowned him and flooded his cab."

"How?"

"I squirted harder than I ever did before."

Ashlynn's eyes went wide and she took the small plastic tube. "I've never squirted," she admitted as she stared at the drive trying to watch it.

I plugged the drive into my phone and played the file. Ashlynn stared at it as she watched me finger Kelli until her cream blinded the camera. "Holy fuck, that was hot. No wonder he was our chauffeur all weekend."

When he let us out, Malik got out of the cab and hugged the girls and gave me a firm handshake. "Don't forget to call me when you're ready to move forward." He took the cash I had in my palm and put it in his pocket.

"I won't. And thank you for a memorable weekend." Then he got in the cab and drove away.

When Ashlynn handed the valet the parking slip, Kelli shouted, "Dibs on the back seat."

Ashlynn smirked at her and replied, "Fine with me. I get to sit next to daddy in the front seat," before Kelli could say anything, Ashlynn shouted, "SHOTGUN!"

I smiled at my girls and the progress they made this weekend. I got behind the wheel and put the hotel in my rearview mirror.

"Daddy, you were in Alpha Eta Pi. Did you guys have parties like last night?"

I met your mom at a party like that. I made her squirt for the first time in her life, and we started dating."

"Holy fuck!" Both girls screamed in unison.

"You guys were freaks?" Ashlynn asked, shocked.

"Still are. Let me tell you about the night before we left." I told them how Missy pegged me. Then I explained how she planned to seduce their brothers.

Both girls looked at me in wide-eyed wonder from my revelations. We didn't say much more on the ride home as the girls processed their new normal.

I hit shuffle on my music player and the first song that played was All That She Wants by Ace of Base. That song had a special place in my heart.

​Kelli was almost seven, and the boys were four and had just started preschool. Missy had a minor case of empty nest syndrome and didn't want to return to the rat race.

One day, I came home from work early to pack for a family weekend getaway. As soon as I walked in, I heard that song playing all over the house. The moment Missy saw me, she jumped me and rode me hard.

​Nine months later, Missy and I argued over naming our daughter Ashlynn or Nelli. Missy played her "C-section" card, so I acquiesced. We welcomed Ashlynn to our family, a great day and one of my fondest memories.

​The heavy tires crunched up the driveway as I pulled into the garage, cutting the engine to a quiet hum. We all piled out of the car, the cool fall air hit us instantly. I stretched my aching lower back, wincing slightly as Kelli and Ashlynn hauled their heavy bags out of the trunk. "There's no place like home," I sighed.

​I wasn't entirely sure the girls had fully believed a word of what I'd told them about their mom and the boys, but they were about to get a very thorough, very visual education.

​When I walked in, a faint, rhythmic slapping sound drifted from the living room. I led the way down the hall, Kelli and Ashlynn trailing right behind me.

​The way they froze dead in their tracks the second we entered the living room showed their disbelief.

​The living room was a writhing, hyper-charged tableau of pure hedonism.

Missy was completely naked on all fours in the center of the room, one of the boys driving into her from behind while Dave was buried balls-deep in her mouth.

​Off to the side, another one of my sons was folded in half, helpless with a metal spreader bar locked between his legs and leather wrist cuffs hooked to the bar's ankle shackles.

Brianna stood behind him, completely bare except for a thick strap-on as she hammered relentlessly into his ass.

Meanwhile, my last remaining son was behind Ashlynn, taking her hard and fast.

​Amidst the symphony of groans and wet friction, Missy calmly blinked up at our stunned faces, spat Dave's thick cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and offered a bright, cheerful wave.

​"Oh, hi guys," she chirped, before casually swallowing him back down to his base.

​Kelli and Ashlynn stood paralyzed in the doorway, their jaws dropping so hard they nearly hit the floor.

​"I warned you," I said, stepping past their frozen forms without missing a beat. I walked over to the wet bar, poured myself four generous fingers of Johnny Walker Blue, Miami Edition, and settled comfortably onto an empty corner of the couch to watch the show.

After a brief, stunned pause, Ashlynn automatically moved over and sank down onto my right knee, while Kelli drifted across the room and claimed my left.

​I took a slow, appreciative sip of the scotch, letting the warmth coat my throat before looking down at the two sisters.

​"Alright, let's test your observational skills," I murmured, a teasing edge to my voice. "Who's who? Five bucks cash for every brother you get correct."

​Ashlynn's eyes darted around the chaotic room, analyzing the angles and limbs. "Okay... Benny's the one locked in the spreader bar getting fucked by Brianna. Lenny is the one pounding mom. That leaves Kenny taking Ashlynn."

​"I agree on Benny, but you've got the other two reversed," Kelli countered immediately, a smug little smirk playing on her lips as she leaned heavier against my shoulder. "Kenny's the one giving mom the business. Lenny's the one plowing Bree."

​"Well, Benny's unanimous, but the rest of you boys are going to have to verify your identities," I called out over the room's heavy breathing.

"Benny," ​a loud, wet groan echoed off the living room walls as the brother strapped down with the dildo buried deep in his ass, tossed his head back and moaned.

​"Kenny," the brother buried deep inside their mother's pussy grunted, punctuating his name with a sharp, heavy slap against her flushed rump.

​"Lenny," the last of the boys shouted out, slamming into Ashlynn from behind with such ferocious intensity that she came completely off her feet for a split second.

Dave let out a ragged gasp, pulling free of Missy's mouth just in time to shoot a thick, heavy load of cum right across her cheeks and nose before collapsing backward onto his ass, completely spent.

​Before he could even catch his breath, Kelli jumped up from my lap, rushing across the room to drop to her knees beside him.

​At the same time, Ashlynn let out a soft, hungry whimper as she looked down at Missy. "Go clean her up," I instructed softly.

​Ashlynn didn't need to be told twice. She stripped off her sundress in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor before sliding over to Missy's side and eagerly slurping the fresh cum off her mother's face with long, reverent strokes of her tongue.

​Nearby, Kelli cradled Dave's head in her lap, their voices dropping to a low, private murmur as they talked too softly for the rest of us to hear.

Whatever apologies or compromises passed between them, it didn't take long to dissolve whatever rigid walls were left.

Kelli leaned down, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to his lips, and a moment later, Dave's hands reached up to unbutton her dress, sliding her skirt aside as she settled right down over his face.

​My attention was pulled away by a sharp, breathless cry from across the room. "Mommy, I'm cumming, Mommy!" Kenny slammed into Missy one final, brutal time, letting out a deep, guttural grunt as he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her with his seed.

​As he pulled back, completely spent, Ashlynn crawled over from Missy's side without missing a beat, sliding her knees across the carpet to take his softening cock into her mouth and eagerly lap him clean.

​Missy gingerly pushed herself up from the floor, her legs trembling slightly as she lumbered over to the couch. She dropped heavily onto my lap, burying her face against my neck and wrapping her arms tight around my waist. "I missed you," she whispered breathlessly, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.

​"Missed you too, babe. Looks like you had fun while we were gone."

"Too much, way too much. I can barely walk."

"You know the old saying, twenty goes in fifty more than fifty goes into twenty."

"Asshole, I'm not fifty, yet."

​My attention was pulled away by a sharp, breathless cry from across the room. "Mommy, I'm cumming, Mommy!" Kenny slammed into Missy one final, brutal time, letting out a deep, guttural grunt as he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her with his seed.

​As he pulled back, completely spent, Ashlynn crawled over from Missy's side without missing a beat, sliding her knees across the carpet to take his softening cock into her mouth and eagerly lap him clean.

​Missy gingerly pushed herself up from the floor, her legs trembling slightly as she lumbered over to the couch. She dropped heavily onto my lap, burying her face against my neck and wrapping her arms tight around my waist. "I missed you," she whispered breathlessly, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.

​"Missed you too, babe. Looks like you had fun while we were gone."

​"Too much, way too much," she groaned, wincing as she shifted her weight. "I can barely walk."

​"Well, you know the old saying: twenty goes into fifty a whole lot more times than fifty goes into twenty."

​Missy managed a weak, affectionate swipe at my chest, a tired smile breaking through her flushed face. "Asshole. I'm not fifty, yet."

​"Guess you don't need a rejuvenation package at the spa, then," I teased, pulling the shiny plastic gift card from my pocket and holding it out.

​Missy snatched it from my hands with a mock-huff, leaning in close until her lips brushed my ear. "I'm dying to fuck you. I really am," she whispered, her voice laced with exhaustion and lingering heat. "But even the thought of another dick inside me makes my whole body cramp up right now. Can you wait a few days?"

​I let out a low chuckle, resting my chin against her head. "Hon, I don't think I could get it up again with a bathtub full of Viagra and a piece of rebar. How about we head up to the cabin this weekend, just the two of us, and get properly reacquainted?"

​Missy let out a long, deeply contented sigh, pressing herself closer against my chest. "That sounds... absolutely perfect."

We turned our attention back to the writhing landscape of the living room.

Ashlynn had finished cleaning her brother's softening cock and, without missing a beat, crawled over to slide her mouth right over Dave's length.

​Meanwhile, Kelli had split her attention, riding Dave's face with desperate, grinding hips while simultaneously reaching down to stroke and deep-throat Kenny's hard cock.

​Across the room, Lenny let out a deep, guttural roar like a minotaur claiming its territory, slamming into Breanna one final time as he pumped a heavy, hot load straight into her tight little ass.

​Gasping from the intensity, Breanna rammed the thick dildo still strapped to her harness and rammed it deep inside him while she milked the last drops of cum from Lenny.

"Is that the same one you used on me?" I gestured toward Breanna, a smirk playing on my lips.

"It is. But don't worry, I've already ordered a few more. I know you and Benny like them, and I'm pretty sure Dave swings both ways. He was staring at Benny's ass like a starving man staring through the window at an all-you-can-eat buffet."

Missy let out a soft, contented sigh and leaned back against my chest, watching the sprawl of bodies across the carpet.

"Brianna, let Benny stand up for a second. His face is getting dangerously red."

​"Yes, Mommy," Brianna chirped instantly.

​Moving with practiced efficiency, she unlatched the clips connecting the leather wrist restraints to the leg shackles and unlocked the spreader bar, helping a breathless, flushed Benny stand upright on wobbly legs.

​Out of the corner of my eye, the landscape shifted again. Ashlynn wasted no time climbing over to mount Dave, sinking down to ride his length with fresh enthusiasm while Kelli stretched out beside them on the floor, tenderly holding his hand as they caught their breath.

Nearby, Kenny wasted no time filling the void, climbing up over his older sister and sliding straight into her with a low, satisfied groan.

​"Dave, be a dear and suck Benny's cock," I called out calmly over the low hum of the room. "He's the only one who hasn't cum yet this afternoon. I wouldn't ask, but Breanna needs a breather, and the other ladies are a bit occupied at the moment."

​Dave froze, looking back at us with an expression of absolute, deer-in-the-headlights shock.

"Oh, stop acting so innocent," Kelli teased, rolling her eyes with a fond smirk from where she sat on the floor. "I know what Grindr sounds like, Dave. Just suck my brother's dick already."

​Breanna didn't wait for him to argue. She grabbed Benny by the hand, guiding him over to where Dave was still sitting on the carpet and nudging them into a tangled sixty-nine position.

​"There," Breanna murmured with an encouraging pat on Benny's hip. "Now you can tongue Dave and Ashlynn as they fuck, while Dave takes care of you."

Brianna blinked up at me with wide, pleading eyes, letting out a soft, theatrical sigh as she pressed her chest against mine. "Mommy, can I play with Daddy?"

​"Sorry, baby girl, Daddy's completely worn out for the moment," I murmured, stroking her hair as she settled in. "But he can easily finger that sweet little slit of yours while we catch up, right, babe?"

I gave them a ​tired but willing smile, and nodded. Without missing a beat, she scrambled onto my lap, letting out a contented little gasp as I buried three fingers deep inside her wet heat.

"​"Long story short, they had a real heart-to-heart, both apologized, and it's basically the end of that girls' baseball movie with Geena Davis," I murmured, my fingers finding an effortless, steady rhythm inside Bree.

​"A League of Their Own," Missy supplied with a soft exhale, resting her head against my shoulder.

​"Exactly. They're still competitive and stubborn as hell, but I think it's a lot more good-natured now. I just hope the truce holds."

​"And the newlyweds?"

​"A mixture of first-year nerves and getting used to actually being married. I think they'll work it out, like we did."

​"And this..." Missy gestured vaguely toward the Roman orgy in our living room.

​All around us, the room hummed with a breathless, heavy rhythm:

One of my sons was deep inside my daughter.

Her husband eagerly sucked my second son's dick while simultaneously fucking my youngest daughter.

On my lap, my sons girlfriend of two years mewled in pleasure from the fingers I had in her as she happily suckled at my wife's tit.

​Across the room, my last son caught my eye and grinned as he raised a fresh glass of Johnny Walker in a silent salute.

I tipped my own glass back to him, a slow, knowing smile spreading across my face as Missy leaned in and we shared one final, slow kiss, then watched our fucking family cum together.

Ch 33

When the doorbell rang, Benny shouted, "I'll get it," and thundered down the stairs like a stampeding herd of elephants.

​The heavy front door slammed right into the drywall as he yanked it wide open.

"You must be Mike," Benny said, thrusting his hand forward with an eager grin. "I'm Benny."

​Mike raised an eyebrow, taking the hand while letting his gaze sweep over him. "Nice to meet you, Benny. You're the bisexual math guy with the service kink, right?"

​"Mike," hissed the elegant woman standing right beside him, swatting his arm. "That's completely rude."

​Benny just threw his head back and laughed. "Nah, it's fine. Completely accurate, anyway. Come on in."

​Benny gestured grandly to the two men standing close behind him in the foyer. "These are my brothers--Kenny, the resident mad scientist whose fourth-grade science project actually managed to trigger quick-response teams from the EPA, FEMA, and NASA all at once. And this is Lenny, who once had Homeland Security hunting him down because he sent an email in... what was it, Czech?"

​"Chechen," Lenny corrected smoothly, adjusting his collar with a faint, amused smirk. "I wanted to practice conversational Chechen. So I went into a chess bulletin board and asked for an opponent. I wrote out my moves in conversational Chechen. Apparently, some government AI translated 'move queen to flank your king' as 'female operative in position to assassinate head of state.' Took nearly a week to convince them it was just a harmless game of chess. Wargames is now considered a documentary in this house."

As the laughter died, I stepped out from the living room archway, crossing the foyer to pull Joe into a warm embrace. "Welcome to our home, Jo."

​"Thanks, Tank. We really appreciate the invite."

​"Boys, grab their bags and show them to their rooms," I called out over my shoulder. "Jo, we put you in Kelli's old room. It's been at least a week since she actually slept in it after getting pissed at Dave."

​A fresh round of chuckles rippled through the group.

​"And Mike," I added, turning a knowing eye toward him, "you're down in the basement. There are three locked doors between your bed and Ashlynn's.

His face fell instantly, his eyes growing dim with a mix of shock and profound disappointment as he stared at me.

Another round of chuckles rippled through the hallway.​

"Relax, I'm just messing with you," I grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. "You're actually in Ashlynn's room. Just try not to get lost among the critters."

The boys lost it again, howling with laughter as Mike let out a long, slow breath, realizing he'd just been initiated.

After dropping his heavy canvas duffel bag off in Ashlynn's room, Mike reappeared at the foot of the stairs, looking refreshed and ready for the evening.

"Tank, I'm taking Ashlynn out to grab some dinner, and then she wants to drive up to the falls to catch the stars."

​I crossed my arms, fixing him with a steady, deadpan stare. "That's fine, son. But you know the rules."

​Mike didn't even blink. He threw a quick, mock salute and grinned. "Keep her safe, fairly sober, and unfertilized. Will do, sir."

As the heavy front door clicked shut behind Mike, Missy walked in through the garage door. A quick peck on the cheek later, she asked, "Are they here yet?"

​"Jo is upstairs getting settled. Mike is picking Ashlynn up from work, taking her to dinner, and then heading up to the falls to 'watch the stars'."

​Missy let out a soft sigh, resting a hand on her hip. "Did you tell him the rules?"

​"No need, he already knows them. Besides, he knows I'm class of ninety-nine. I don't expect any problems."

"Well then go invite Missy for a drink before dinner."

"As you wish." I headed back upstairs and gave a soft rap on Jo's door. "Jo? It's Tank. Missy's finally home, and we wanted to ask you to join us for an apéritif?"

​"I'm just changing. I'll be down in a minute. Thanks, Tank."

​I leaned back against the hallway wall and waited. The moment I heard the lock click, I pushed off the drywall, smoothed down the front of my royal blue polo, and plastered a deliberately goofy grin across my face.

​Jo stepped out, pausing to look me up and down with an amused, knowing arch of her brow. "Tank, did you actually wait out here for me?"

​"Missy'd have my balls in a jar if I wasn't gentlemanly toward guests," I deadpanned, hands tucked neatly into my pockets.

​Jo let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, shaking her head. "And talking about your testicles is your idea of a gentleman?"

​"Hey," I grinned, leaning in just a fraction closer, "what Missy doesn't know won't hurt me."

She laughed and I offered her my arm, and escorted her downstairs. As soon as we got into the living room, Missy looked up and saw us and smiled. "Let me guess, 'balls in a jar,' right?"

Jo looked at her, "How'd you know?"

"He used that line on me the first time he took me home to meet his folks."

Jo laughed and let go of me. I could see the attraction between Missy and Jo right away. Not just a sexual attraction, though that was there too. They were already good friends.

"I hope you don't mind, I scheduled a spa day for us, tomorrow." Missy told Jo.

"A day of massages and facials and pampering on someone else's dime. Why would I mind?" Jo replied with a smile.

Spa Day

"I'm actually glad Mike lives two hours away..." I spun the wheel of the bimmer into the Spa parking lot.

"What's that, Missy?" Jo asked as I pulled up to the Spa. "She finally found a reason to pass her damn road test and get her license. I don't have to drive her around anymore."

Jo laughed as we got out of my BMW and walked into the spa.

As we soaked in the mud, Jo sank deeper and sipped her sparkling cider. "I'm really grateful Mike met Aslynn."

"Why's that?"

"I assume Tank told you..."

"About you and Mike?" I nodded.

​Jo sank deeper into the warm mud, the thick gray clay smoothing over her collarbones as she stared up at the slatted cedar ceiling. She swirled the remaining sparkling cider in her glass, watching the bubbles rise before letting out a long, shuddering breath.

​"I was worried about him," she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the gentle hum of the spa's ambient music. "Once we started... it seemed he lost interest in other ladies."

I leaned back against the edge of the stone tub, wiping a stray drop of condensation from her cheek. She didn't interrupt, letting the heavy silence linger for a beat before offering a quiet, noncommittal nod to keep the door open.

Jo turned her head, her gaze locking onto the steam rising between them. "I wanted to stop, but my... husband, Steve, had lost all interest after his prostate surgery. Mike... in the car... was my first... in years. He revived something in me. Something I liked, something I wanted to keep."

​She reached down, swirling her fingertips through the warm, mineral-rich water, tracing circles in the mud.

​"And it wasn't cheating--how can you be cheating when he came out of the same hole?" Jo gave a harsh, humorless little laugh, shaking her head.

"Then after Steve passed, I was so lonely. Mike was the only person in my life outside of work."

​Missy shifted, resting her forearms on the edge of the tub, her expression softening from playful intrigue into something far more guarded and empathetic.

​"I wanted to move closer, too, to see him more," Jo continued, her voice dropping an octave, thick with self-reproach. "But I was afraid if I did, he'd never find anyone. When he told me he met Ashlynn, I was ecstatic, a little afraid, and more than a little jealous."

​Jo finally met my eyes, her expression raw and exposed. "I mean... what kind of mom is jealous of her child's lover?"

"I get that. I really do," I replied, tilting my head back against the rim of the tub as I stared up at the cedar beams. A heavy silence hung between them for a moment, broken only by the steady drip of a nearby water feature.

My gaze met Jo's with a look of absolute, unapologetic solidarity. "When Craig... after the wedding... with Ashlynn, I was terrified he would move into her room. Then when Kelli let him--"

I met Jo's eyes and carefully mouthed 'in her butt' "I totally steeled myself for a divorce."

Jo blinked, her eyes widening slightly in the dim spa light.

​"Then later, when he was taking two girls half my age to a hotel for several days, I was convinced they were going to run off together and leave me in the dust,"

Missy continued, her voice dropping into a raw, confidential register. "The night before he left, I put on my full Domme outfit and pegged him. Then I straight-up promised I'd let him... roast my rump when he came home."

I let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking the thick gray clay from my fingers. "I was that damn scared my husband would run off with my daughters."

"Well, aren't we just a pair of neurotic, insecure nut jobs," Jo murmured, the tension finally evaporating into the warm spa air.

​"I'll drink to that." We clinked our glasses together, the crystal ringing softly against the background hum of the water feature before we both burst into laughter.

​Missy leaned back, letting her head rest against the edge of the stone tub as she swirled the cider in her glass. "So, since this officially turned into an episode of True Confessions, let's hear it. What's your number one sexiest bucket list item?"

​Jo let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, giving her glass a gentle shake. "Oh, I am nowhere near drunk enough for this."

​"I was a pretty wild young woman and did stuff... things," Jo murmured, tracing the rim of her glass with a wet thumb.

"The one thing I haven't done, and still want to do, is have a group of strong, virile men... all to myself... until they all shower me."

​Missy choked slightly on her cider, coughing into a fist before letting out a sharp, genuine laugh. She stared at Jo, her eyes wide with amusement. "A bukkake? Really? Okay, wow."

​Jo flushed a deeper pink, though a defiant, crooked smile touched the corners of her mouth. She crossed her arms over the edge of the stone tub, tilting her head. "What's yours?"

"Actually, it recently changed," Missy murmured, swirling the amber liquid in her glass as a slow, retrospective smile touched her lips.

"On the weekend you met Craig, I was home with the boys... and I made sure each one had me all to himself at some point."

​Jo's eyes narrowed slightly in quiet fascination, her hand pausing inches beneath the surface of the mud.

​"Benny has always been a sensitive, artistic soul," Missy continued, her voice dropping into a softer, more reflective register.

"When we were alone, he described his Oedipal fantasy to me. It was one of the hottest things I ever heard. He got me there just by telling me about it."

​Jo's eyes grew wide, the steam rising between them suddenly feeling entirely too hot. She leaned forward, resting her forearms squarely on the rim of the tub. "Tell it to me, please."

​Missy offered a slow, lingering shake of her head, a self-deprecating chuckle slipping out.

"I won't do it justice. It wasn't just the words, it was the tone and timbre of his voice, the way he looked at me, and the sheer weight of the fact that he was the first one... the first of my boys I was ever with."

​Jo let out a sharp, breathless exhale, her fingers gripping the edge of the stone with sudden intensity. "Please tell me," she begged, her voice dropping to a low, eager whisper.

"We were going to some kind of formal event," Missy continued, her voice dropping into a rhythmic, hypnotic cadence.

"He was in a top hat and tails, and I was in a sexy gown, hair up and a tiara, making a cinematic slow-mo entry down the grand staircase. We'd take a limo to dinner, where he bought out the whole place just so the entire staff would be available to serve me hand and foot. After a candlelit dinner, we'd head to the event and dance like Fred and Ginger."

​Missy shook her head, a fond, distant smile playing on her lips. "He told it so much better."

​Jo let out a low, breathless sound, her eyes dark with intensity. "Please, please keep going."

​Missy glanced over, noticing how Jo's classy, normally composed expression had unraveled into pure yearning, her arm lightly stirring the mud in slow, hypnotic circles as she waited for every single word.

Missy's voice dipped lower, caught in the rhythm of the memory as the steam swirled around them.

"So it'd be like one of those old movies. We'd dance so well, everyone would clear the dance floor just to watch us. Then we'd head up to a sweet B&B tucked away in the mountains."

​She cleared her throat softly, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. "This part changes based on the season, but his absolute favorite was winter. We'd get hot and heavy in the sauna and need to run out into the snow to cool off. Seeing me naked in the drifts, he said he wished he were a talented painter just to capture the scene. Then we'd make love right there in the snow."

​Jo's breath hitched, her fingers pausing their slow circles in the mud as she hung on every syllable.

​"God, I wish I had recorded him telling me this," Missy murmured, shaking her head.

"He swore that deer and other mountain animals actually watched us until we finished. Then, seeing me start to shiver, he would scoop me up and carry me inside to a giant bearskin rug spread out in front of a roaring fire."

​Missy smiled softly, looking off toward the cedar wall as she relived the details.

"As the fire warmed me, he'd brew hot cocoa and then use his own hands to massage me back to life. Eventually, we'd start kissing and making love again and again and again."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Jo moaned, her arm moving faster through the thick water until her eyes clamped shut and her back arched hard against the edge of the tub.

​I couldn't help the dry, disbelieving laugh that slipped out over the steam. "Well. Remind me never to tell you a bedtime story again."

​Jo let out a ragged, shuddering breath, her fingers slowly uncurling from the edge of the stone as the aftershocks faded. She slumped back against the rim, her cheeks flushed bright pink, staring up at the cedar ceiling with a dazed, completely wrecked smile.

​A quiet knock at the door broke my concentration as a staff member entered. "Would you ladies like anything else?"

"I'll have what she's having," I joked.

By the time we left the spa we were ready for a glamorous night of sitting in the Lake Erin State College Football Stadium to watch Ashlynn sit in a folding chair for several hours until she got to spend about six seconds walking across a stage for a piece of paper. In other words, the annual Bert Lahr High Commencement exercises.

As we got in my car to head home and change, Jo asked, "If Ashlynn is nineteen why is she still in high school.?"

"Her Birthday is in the early summer, long after the cutoff. So she was one of the older students to start with. In third grade she had a health scare and missed most of the year so she had to repeat third grade."

"Makes sense."