Chapter 2801 - @4

I eased off, allowing her to roll out of bed. Going to her dresser, she pulled out some panties and slipped them on. While dressing, she explained, "No, thanks. I want to smell Mike's scent all day. My pussy is going to carry his cum until my body absorbs it. Keep the key to the cabin and come back as often as you want. Thanks for everything you've done for me."

Mom and I slipped on our robes and walked with Brooke to the door on her way out. We all hugged, and with tears in her eyes, Mom wept. "We love you, Brooke. We'll meet when we get home and discuss our future."

*****

The days flew by while my connection with my mother grew stronger. We hiked together, dined at all the restaurants in the village, and thoroughly explored the surrounding area. We enjoyed our private heaven, openly displaying our love.

On the day of our departure, we made love one last time before we left our sanctuary of love. We slowly fucked missionary style, desiring the close, personal joining. After feeding on her succulent breasts, I looked into her eyes and proposed, "Mom, I love you and have for years. There is no other woman I want to spend the rest of my life with; marry me, Mom."

She smiled and lightly kissed me. "Sweetie, you know that's not possible. I'm not divorced, and even if I were, a son can't marry his mother."

"I don't care about the legal part. You're my soulmate. It's a way to confirm our deep love for each other."

She hugged me tightly and slammed her hips into mine. "Your wants and desires are identical to mine. Marry me, Mike, and make me the happiest woman on earth. I want you as my husband and would love to begin a new life with you."

We kissed to seal our deal, and I quickly pumped her to an orgasm. Our bodies climaxed together, our illicit relationship sealed.

Upon arriving home, we showered and retired to bed. Once again, I found myself between my mother's legs, pounding my cock into her drenched pussy. As often as we had made love, it always felt like we were doing it for the first time. Mom's glove snapped and locked my cock in place. After releasing me, I continued thrusting and chuckled, "You have my attention, Mom."

She smiled. "As your wife, I won't keep any secrets from you and vow to treat you like no woman has. You won't regret marrying me. The key to a good relationship is honesty and communication. And a lot of fucking," she giggled.

"You'll get plenty of that, Mom. There is one more thing I need from you. I want you to go off the pill. I want you to bear my children."

"Oh, my! First, you want to marry your mother, and now you want to impregnate her? I'm afraid that's not possible."

Seeing my sorrowful look, she continued, "What I meant, it isn't possible to go off the pill. I was never on it. You've deposited so much sperm into my pussy, that I might already be pregnant. I've loved you for years and knew I wanted your baby. Fill your wife with another load."

Our fucking intensified with the knowledge we were a mother and son breeding. Our eyes and mouths locked while we neared our release. Her body turned rigid, her pussy releasing cum. After two more strokes, my prick throbbed and streamed out my sticky semen. After my balls emptied, she held onto my ass, keeping me locked in her body.

"Let it soak. We don't want any of your guys escaping. Hug me tightly." We held onto each other until we both fell asleep, our bodies fused as one.

*****

Escaping the fog of sleep, I rolled over to see it was already nine in the morning. Mom was in the kitchen on the phone. After dragging myself out of bed, I freshened up and joined her for breakfast. She looked vibrant and full of life.

"Mom, what's the plan for today?"

"Moving Day," Mom chirped. "First, we're going to haul the rest of your items into our bedroom, including your workstation. Afterward, you're going to your sister's apartment to assist her in moving back home."

"She'll be a handful after being neglected for a week," I grimaced. "I'm concerned about her feelings when we inform her of our upcoming marriage. Do you want me to tell her?"

"Yes, be honest and explain that our commitment to each other won't affect our feelings for her. We love her, and she will continue to be an integral part of our family. Don't disclose our relationship with Brooke, as I don't want her to feel overwhelmed. Dealing with her mother marrying her brother will be enough for her to handle emotionally."

"Mom, will you accompany me? She might need more consoling than I'm able to provide."

"Mike," Mom hesitated until she held my attention. "I don't have time to join you and your sister. Charlotte is picking me up so we can plan the wedding. We'll be busy all day. I know we didn't discuss the conditions of our special arrangement in detail, and that's on me."

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Our situation is complicated. Although we will be married, I want to continue our physical relationship with Mary, Charlotte, and Brooke. They need us, and if you're willing, I'd like you to continue to keep your harem of horny women sexually satisfied. I won't hold you back if you want to have a relationship with other women. The only thing I ask of you is that you tell me so we can determine the best course of action for us."

I replied, "Mom, there will be no one else. I agree we all need to support each other, and if it means fucking four extremely hot and sex-starved women, I guess it's a sacrifice I'll make to accept your hand in marriage."

We giggled before we resumed eating.

Driving our newly acquired Lexus to Mary's, I was apprehensive when I greeted her, unsure how she would react. Her cheerful attitude and welcome kiss made it even more difficult.

She chirped, "I've missed you so much, Mikey. Did you and Mom have a good time? It makes me more than a little jealous when I see how you two act around each other."

I kissed her and held her close before I began my rehearsed speech. "Mary, I've enjoyed our relationship together, but..."

Mary interrupted. "I've heard this before. You're dumping me, aren't you?" Tears formed in her beautiful eyes.

Wiping away her tears, I said, "No, you're my sister. I love you. I wanted to tell you that Mom and I are getting married. It won't be legal, but we're committing ourselves to each other."

Her face brightened. I continued, "Mom loves you and wants to include you in our physical relationship."

Without saying a word, she gripped my hand and pulled me to her bedroom. Unbuckling my belt, she pulled my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. She flopped on the bed and lifted her skirt, exposing her slick, bare pussy. "Let's celebrate your marriage with a fast fuck. I couldn't be happier for both of you."

There was no need for foreplay, sliding effortlessly into her lubricated channel. We furiously fucked, and before I could unbutton her blouse, her body shook and humped against mine; her body orgasmed. Her frantic assault triggered my release. I unloaded a fresh batch of semen deep into her horny cunny.

Once our panting subsided, I croaked, "That went better than I thought it would. I was afraid you'd be upset about Mom and me."

"It was my greatest wish. I feared you'd meet a woman, and she'd steal you away from us. You're ours now, and we'll take good care of you. There won't be a need to pursue anyone else. Mom cares about others so much I knew she would want to share our love with you."

"She's amazing. She also wants us to maintain a relationship with Charlotte."

Mary shrieked, "The Queen? You are one lucky husband. I wouldn't mind having a session with her myself. She has a sexy, fuck-me look that does something to me."

"She is alluring and passionate. Let's finish packing so we can get you moved in by nightfall."

After several more trips, we had enough of her belongings transferred back home to enable her to live in either place. Her lease didn't expire for several more weeks, so we decided to wait until then to finish moving. She elected to stay in her apartment one last night since she was scheduled for an early shift the next morning. After a lengthy love session, I left for home, reeking of my sister's cum.

*****

Mom was home by the time I arrived. Hugging me tightly, she took a deep whiff and ordered, "I'm going to fix us a light dinner. Take a shower and wash off Mary's juices."

We both laughed when I turned to leave.

"Does this mean she took the news well?" Mom asked.

"Extremely so. Mary was thrilled with the news. Want to take a shower with me?"

I hardened while I leered at my beautiful mother.

"Normally, I would love to, but we both know what would happen. I want you to save yourself for our wedding tomorrow night. The best present I expect from you will be a huge load of my son's cum."

"Mom, are you going to invite Brooke to our wedding?"

"No, let's give her some time to get to know us better first. We'll keep your relationship with Brooke secret. I know it's confusing, but it's alright to admit you love her."

Her expression displayed her genuine concern for my conflicting emotions. "It's different from how I feel about you, Mom. You both drive me crazy. Yes, I love her, but nothing will be as intense as my connection with you."

"Don't hold back your feelings. Brooke is taking a week off beginning next weekend. She invited us to the cabin."

My smile silently signaled my approval.

She continued, "I accepted and promised we'd let her know when we would arrive. I didn't tell her that you'll be the only person who shows up. It's my wedding gift to her. I want you two to savor the same uninterrupted bliss we enjoyed during our stay. Bond and cement your relationship with her, and when you return, I'll want you to demonstrate all the sexual positions you two enjoyed during your stay."

"My love for you continues to grow more than ever. I'll do more than re-enact our sessions of passion. She'll model as many of her nighties for me as possible. With her approval, I'll record her fashion shows plus our ensuing lovemaking. When I return, we'll review them while we fuck our brains out."

Her breath quickened; she croaked, "Stop it. My pussy is soaked thinking about it. Let's change the subject before I break my vow of abstinence."

Knowing she might not have the willpower to fulfill her promise, I didn't want her to regret a rash decision, arising from her passion. I lightly kissed her and reluctantly left for my old room to cool off.

The rest of the evening flew by before cuddling in bed. When I informed Mom about Mary's infatuation with Charlotte, she snickered.

When we drifted off, I spooned her, draped my arm around her side, and held her smooth belly. As I rubbed it, I wondered if a child was already growing.

The next day lagged on, while we waited for the festivities to begin. Mom and I drove to Mary's apartment early in the evening, where Charlotte met us. Mom had picked out a nice restaurant to celebrate our upcoming nuptials. I barely got a word in while the three women conversed.

When we arrived home, Mom ushered me into my old bedroom, where I remained until they were ready. Less than thirty minutes later, she called for me. Three sexy, beautiful women anxiously awaited my arrival. Mom wore the blue nightie that I had gifted her. Her nipples were already hard and pushed out the thin material.

Charlotte wore Mom's blue robe while Mary was in her work uniform. Seeing my puzzled look, Mom explained, "We're in the outfits we wore the first time we made love with you."

Charlotte eyed my sister, remarking, "Seriously, Mary? You had sex with your brother while wearing your work uniform? We may need to schedule some therapy time together."

Mary squealed, "Yes, I'd love to have a one-on-one session with you." Her eyes lustfully communicated her desires.

Mom chuckled and interrupted the sexual tension. "It's common practice to give the bride's attendants a present. Charlotte is first."Looking at me, she directed, "Mike, remove your robe and lie flat on your back on the bed."

When I was in position, Mom declared, "Charlotte, you need to be stress-free when conducting the ceremony. For your present, I want you to ride my son until you release, and don't you dare get him too excited."

Charlotte smiled widely, and without removing her robe, she lowered herself onto my upright shaft. She was already wet and had no trouble descending my length. When her mound hit my groin, she murmured, "Best gift I've ever received for officiating at a wedding. Thank you so much."

She humped my body, twisting and turning to ensure her sensitive areas made contact with my ram. Careful not to get too excited, I remained still so I wouldn't climax. After ten minutes, Mom's impatience got the best of her. Moving behind us, she snaked her hands inside Charlotte's robe and twisted her sensitive nipples.

Not wanting to be left out, Mary teased the Queen's clit with her agile fingers. In less than a minute, Charlotte climaxed and released her juices. Pulling off, she collapsed on the bed to recover.

After five minutes to allow us to cool off, Mom announced, "One down, one to go. Mary, as my daughter and official wedding photographer, I have a special gift for you."

Mary smiled, eyeing my shiny, upright prick. Mom moved to Charlotte and spread her robe to the sides, revealing the Queen's luscious body. Mary's eyes widened, anxiously waiting for what was next.

Mom grinned widely. "Mary, your gift is Queen Cleopatra. Feast on her as you did your mother."

My sister wasted no time scampering between Charlotte's widely splayed legs. Charlotte squealed with delight while Mary voraciously licked her slick labia. Mary paused while studying Charlotte's cross-shaped pubic hair. She chuckled. "This is like drinking holy fluid from a sacred artifact and is the most fulfilling religious experience I've ever had."

Charlotte humped her hungry slot into my sister's mouth. "Mother, son, and daughter all intertwined in an incestuous web. It looks like I'm going to have to schedule many more family therapy sessions," Charlotte giggled.

Mom sensed Mary was rapidly heating. Motioning for me to remove Mary's blouse, she unsnapped and pulled off my sister's skirt. While I caressed Mary's breasts, Mom finger fucked her daughter. It wasn't long before Mary's pussy convulsed and coated Mom's fingers with her cum.Backing off Charlotte's juicy box, she turned to Mom and said, "I can't wait until I can properly satisfy our Queen. You two stopped me prematurely."

Mom smiled and replied, "The show must go on. You'll have plenty of time later. Charlotte, let's proceed as we discussed."

Our Queen sat up and motioned for Mom and me to stand and face each other. Charlotte moved off the bed, grabbed a book off the nightstand, and held it with one hand as she began the ceremonial proceedings. She directed, "Please remove your clothes and focus your complete attention on each other."

Once nude, our eyes locked, and it was apparent she held the same amount of love I had for her. Charlotte continued, "Megan, do you take your son to be your unlawfully wedded husband? Will you love and cherish him for the rest of your life?"

Mom pledged, "Yes, of course."

Charlotte smirked in my direction and asked, "Mike, do you take your mother to be your incestuous wife? Will you love her forever?"

I quickly answered, "Yes, I do."

Mom cleared her throat and motioned to Mary. Charlotte understood and added, "Will you also love and satisfy her daughter?"

Charlotte added, "And to honor and love your Queen?"

She smiled widely while I readily accepted my commitments. Mary interrupted, "Charlotte, is that an official wedding bible?"

Presenting the book, she said, "It's the Kama Sutra. Megan and Mike will master each position before Mike shows them to you and me. It's a wedding gift for all of us."

Reaching behind her, Charlotte pulled out a couple of ring boxes and handed them to us. Mom must have bought them yesterday when they were out shopping. It was a simple gold band that brought joy to my heart. Mom had fully committed herself to me. She held out her hand while I slid on her wedding band. After she did the same to me, she kissed me.

"I love you so much, Mike. Thank you for accepting me as your wife."

Before I could reply, Charlotte announced, "Enough of the ceremony. To complete the act, you must consummate your marriage. And of course, Mary and I will bear witness."

Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. We French-kissed as a married couple for the first time. Our hands explored each other's bodies as if we had never previously connected. Moving close to my ear, she whispered, "Take me fast and hard, honey. I want you for myself, and they'll leave after our initial coupling. Remember your first time with Mary? Fuck me as you did her."

The image of Mary on the bed with her knees against her breasts vividly came to mind. Mom wanted a quick, deep fuck, and as her husband, it was my duty to obey her. Lying on her back, she pulled her knees up and presented her dripping and eager pussy. Mounting my mother, I thrust through her outer lips, encountering no resistance. Her tight and well-oiled channel locked onto my shaft while her pelvis humped up, resulting in my cock sinking to the bottom.

There was no slow build-up this time while I fucked my mother hard. She knew precisely how to hump and thrust her hips to provide the most pleasure. My hands wrapped around her mounds while my fingers squeezed and twisted her engorged tips. She moaned while I pounded her for fifteen lust-filled minutes.

Her breathing became labored; her eyes pleaded for a kiss. Being careful not to skip a stroke, we locked our mouths together. Our tongues danced while we rapidly approached our orgasms.

Mom screamed, "Get ready, Mary. We're close!"

My sister clutched Mom's phone and moved to the rear of us. Evidently, Mom wanted to capture the moment I filled her with a load of sperm. Mom's pussy quivered; my cock pummeled her slot. Her pupils dilated while her contractions squeezed my engorged cock. My balls reciprocated, shooting out a load of cum. Stream after stream of sticky semen filled Mom's fertile cavern.

When our orgasms diminished, I pulled my deflated cock out of her quivering cunny, allowing a stream of thick white cream to trickle out of her gaping pussy.

Mary and Charlotte congratulated us with cheers. We were unofficially married.

After recovering, Charlotte asked, "I'm not expected home until tomorrow. Would you mind if I stayed in Mike's room tonight?"

Before Mom could answer, Mary grabbed Charlotte's hand and chirped, "Nope, you're coming with me. You promised a private session, and I'm holding you to your word. Goodnight, Mom and Dad!"

Mary threw Mom's phone onto the bed and pulled Charlotte out of the room without closing the door. We didn't care; we concentrated on each other. Mom and I made love several more times before we were sexually satisfied. As we drifted off to sleep, we periodically heard screams of passion from the other room.

After three hours, Mom stirred and silently crept to the bathroom. Before she closed the door, I dozed off. A hand squeezing and stroking my stiff cock brought me out of my slumber. Without opening my eyes, I said, "Good evening, Charlotte. Did you get the wrong room?"

"How did you know it was me?"

I snickered, pulling her close for a kiss. "The strong, hormonal scent of a Queen is always recognizable."

She hugged me tightly while our nude bodies meshed together. "Your mom insisted I spend some time with you tonight. She loves to share her good fortune, and I'm more than happy to accept her generosity."

My cock was rock hard from her lithe, skilled fingers. She whispered, "I'm not letting you off easy this time. Prove to me you are worthy that your mother should be your wife. Take me and make me cum."

It was a challenge I was happy to accept. For the next fifteen minutes, I used every foreplay technique I knew. Another ten minutes of doggy style brought us close to the edge. Turning my queen around, I placed her ankles on my shoulders and hammered her pussy, until her orgasm commenced. My balls rewarded her pussy with a load of sperm.

Exhausted, I flopped on my back. Charlotte crawled on top of me, nestling her head on my chest. Running my fingers through her scalp, we were content to soothe and caress each other while we recovered. We both chuckled when we heard Mom groan when Mary brought her to a climax.

Charlotte begged, "Please let me stay here for a while. It's so restful, and Mary is a little aggressive."

"She's always horny. I'd love to hold you and protect you from my mean sister. Relax, Cleopatra."

We drifted off into a deep sleep. Several hours later, I felt Charlotte leave and another warm body snuggled up to me. Her light body gave her away. It was Mary's turn.

She kissed her way down my body until she gently licked my prick until it woke up. "Time to take care of your little sister," she gleefully said. "Don't worry, Mikey. I know you've had a rough night. I'll do all the work. Lie still and enjoy."

She made good on her promise, riding my shaft cowgirl-style. She came twice before I deposited a load into her tight pussy. After our workout, she melded her body with mine. She whispered, "Thank you, big brother, or should I say, Dad? It's well known I have a daddy fixation, so now I get both."

"Glad to help my little sister, but let's keep the daddy thing low-key. Mom wouldn't be too amused with your fetish."

"Okay, but as my dad, I don't want you calling me Pumpkin, either," she chuckled. "So confusing; you'll be a father to my child, but you're my dad, so you'll also be a grandfather. Oh, and an Uncle."

On that note, her head rested on my chest, and minutes later, she fell into a deep slumber.

After another hour, the movement caused me to stir again when I felt Mom's body snuggling against me. We spooned, and my stiffening prick poked between her thighs, landing on her cum-drenched mound. Wrapping my hand around her, I caressed her succulent breasts.

"Welcome back, Mom. Thanks for the presents. You should quit your job and become a wedding planner."

I shifted my pelvis, my prick finding her juicy slot, easily sliding in. She groaned, "Oh Jesus, I've never been fucked or cum so many times in one night. I'm exhausted."

Thinking she had enough for one night, I slowly withdrew. Before I could exit, Mom's pussy clamped firmly onto my erection, preventing my retreat.

"Don't stop, Mike. I want to fall asleep while you're slowly making love to me. My dreams will be of us together, now and in the future. Fuck your wife and mother to sleep."

Her pussy released my cock, and I slowly resumed stroking in and out. "Sleep tight, Mom. I love you so much."

Caressing her spent body while I fucked her had the desired effect. Her deep breathing signaled she was asleep. I held her tightly and remained buried to the hilt; I ceased movement. Within five minutes, I drifted off and didn't awaken until the sun shone in the windows.

My cock had slipped out and was soft. Taking care not to wake Mom, I left to take a leak. When I finished, I heard Mom stir.

"Good morning, Mom. Have a good sleep?"

"It was fantastic. Is that bacon I smell?"

The same scent hit me. "If I had to venture a guess, I'd say Charlotte is preparing breakfast for us, probably as an excuse to escape Mary."

Mom knowingly smiled, having been her victim for part of the night. Before she departed to join the others, she handed me her phone and asked me to do something for her. It was a simple task, only taking ten minutes.

I met them in the kitchen, and when finished, Mom insisted we all meet in the living room. Turning on the TV, she motioned for me to proceed.

"As you know, I have captured some memorable events from the last several weeks. Mike, show us what you've got."

Casting my edited versions from Mom's phone to the monitor, the screen displayed three videos side-by-side of the moment I filled each of them with a load of sperm. Each pussy was easily identifiable as my cock pulled out a glob of cum from each.

Mary and Charlotte giggled, prompting Mom to continue. "We're going to record our progress through childbirth. Every ten days or so, we'll add to the video, while our bellies expand with our children."

Everyone cheered with delight. Mom continued, "After my divorce is final, I might even send my ex a copy to show him how a real man satisfies his women."

*****

Mom's vacation ended, and I still had two more weeks before my job started. She switched to a part-time schedule, working the morning shift for four hours. I drove her to work daily, returned home, and cleaned the house before picking her up at noon.

We'd dine out for lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying our companionship. Our non-stop sex sessions we had initially enjoyed slowed, but the sexual tension remained vibrant. Our lovemaking lasted longer and was more intimate.

Mary loved her new living conditions, and if she had time off in the mornings, she'd help me with the house. Of course, she'd demand payment in hard cock.

We hadn't heard from Charlotte, but she had emailed us and told us she was busy with her church duties and girlfriends. Mom sent a note to Brooke informing her we'd meet her on Friday night.

On Thursday afternoon, the day before my scheduled departure, we tried something new from the Kama Sutra book. We still enjoyed stripping each other rather than disrobing ourselves. Once nude, we hugged and kissed to warm up.

"Mom, this position will be optimal for stimulating your g-spot. I think you'll like it."

She smiled wide and positioned herself face-up, flat on the bed. I knelt on the bed and inched up between her legs. Placing her feet on my shoulders, I moved close and pushed into her wet sex.

Her legs slipped on my sweaty shoulders, causing her to pull off my rod. When my hard staff sprang up, she laughed, "Oops, guess we'll have to improvise." Throwing her pillow at me, I stuffed it under her ass and elevated her pussy until it lined up with my eager prick.

"Fuck me, Mike. I'm horny and need your cock."

Needing no further encouragement, I shoved in several inches, causing her to groan. "It feels great so far, Mom. I can feel my head scraping the roof of your pussy. It's as tight and hot as the first time we made love. I love fucking you."

Slowly easing into her steamy seam, each inch felt more spectacular than the previous one. After several glorious minutes, I bottomed out.

"Your pussy is incredible, Mom."

"Your enormous cock fits perfectly in my horny cunt. Fuck your mother hard!"

Gripping the tops of her thighs, I thrust to the bottom and pulled her groin into mine. She yelped with pleasure from being filled with her son's meaty prick.

"Christ, every time is as good as the first time," Mom shrieked. "I love your prick. Take it slow at first. I want to enjoy the feel of this position."

Abiding by her wishes, I slowly stroked in and out of her tight cleft. Her facial expression was one of blissfulness. Her breasts shook from my thrusts; I yearned to suck on her hard nipples. When I thought of switching to the missionary position, my attention was interrupted when the front door closed.

Moments later, Mary entered and stood beside the bed, admiring our incestuous act. "That looks fun. I can't wait to try it. Don't stop on my account. I have something I need to discuss with both of you."

Quickly stripping, she crawled up and sat on Mom's breasts, facing me. Mom's breath rate increased, exclaiming, "It's a good thing you're light, or else you'd crush my boobs."

Mary looked down and gazed at my well-oiled ram drill in and out of Mom's hairy gash. "Wow, I love watching you fuck Mom," Mary purred. "Let me help. I'll hold her legs while you play with my tits. After we've set up a good pace, we'll talk."

As soon as Mary grasped Mom's legs, my hands cupped and kneaded Mary's breasts. My sister's legs spread apart, her ass cheeks resting on Mom's breasts. Mom's right hand snaked around and stroked her daughter's outer lips.

"It's as good a time as any," Mary avowed. "I applied and was accepted for a job at the hospital. I start tomorrow."

"What kind of position?" Mom asked.

"Junior Volunteer. I want to attend nursing school this fall and thought the experience would give me a head start. The problem being, is that I won't be bringing home any money to help here."

Mom stroked three fingers in and out of her daughter's pussy. "That's wonderful, Mary," Mom professed. "I'm glad you've set a goal and are working to improve yourself. We'll support you. Don't worry about your expenses here."

Mary groaned from her mother finger-fucking her. Adding to her excitement, I squeezed her excited nipples. "Ahh, thank you so much. You two are the greatest. Maybe you'll be able to help with school tuition, too?" she asked. She pouted her lips and whined, "Please, Daddy. Won't you help your little girl?"

Before I could reprimand her for the 'dad' comment, Mom giggled and smashed her thumb against her daughter's swollen clit while her fingers vigorously pumped. Leaning closer to Mary, I kissed her, and she went wild. Our tongues tangled while her body shook with an orgasm. Leaning back, I saw Mom withdrawing her cum-soaked fingers. She brought her hand to my mouth so I could lick her hand clean.

Mary leaned back to admire my prick servicing Mom's slippery slot. "Make her cum, Mikey. Fill her full of your sticky goo."

"That's easy with this position," I responded. "Watch how I can change the angle and hit her g-spot."

Stroking faster, I wiggled and twisted until my flared head scraped across a rough spot on the top of her channel. Mom yelped, and I concentrated on sawing across her erogenous zone. She made it more difficult as her pelvis involuntarily jerked with each shock of pleasure. Her constant groans increased in volume while I hammered her quivering quim.

Mary reached out and squeezed her mother's engorged clit, sending Mom over the edge. Her crushing channel triggered my release. Spurts of sticky cum splattered her vagina walls while I continued to fuck her through her climax. Milky-white cum coated my cock when I withdrew from her sodden slot.

Mary extracted herself, and before leaving for her room, she kissed me and chirped, "Thank you so much for everything, Daddy. You treat Mom and me so well."

She ran out before noticing my grimaced look. Mom's body was coated with a sheen of sweat from her daughter's heat and the intense joining with her son. Scooting back, I lowered her legs and melded with her soft body. Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me tightly.

"I'm sorry about Mary, Mom. She needs to stop with the daddy talk. I know she doesn't mean to hurt you, but she shouldn't be bringing up those memories."

Mom kissed me and replied, "It doesn't bother me. Don't say anything to her. You have to admit that it's kind of funny. She's quick-witted and has a great sense of humor. I don't want her to lose that or feel restricted around us. If you remember, we already went through that with your father."

She was right. I didn't want to establish arbitrary rules as Dad had done. I relinquished, "Mommy knows best."

*****

We prepared dinner, and the three of us spent the rest of the evening discussing Mary's plans. Once we retired, Mom and I spooned as always before drowsing off. Feeling the bed shake, I looked and saw a nude Mary straddling us. "I was too excited to sleep," my sister exasperated. "Can I stay here with my mommy and daddy, like I did when I was little?"

Mom giggled and moved over enough to allow Mary to slide between us. It wasn't long before my sister's hand found my hardening prick. "Show me the position when you fucked Mom earlier. I need to wind down."

"Anything for my little sister," I said. Once in position, I quickly found her spot and drilled her juicy channel until she screamed with an orgasm. Not allowing her to rest, I continued to scrape her sensitive walls, causing her to climax continuously. "Let it go, Mary. Keep cumming on my cock until I fill you full."

She wailed and thrashed her hips. Her body experienced more orgasms in a row than either of us thought possible. My prick enlarged, and my blood-engorged head increased the friction in her channel. Endorphins flooded her stiffened body. Filling her pussy with a load of baby-batter set off another series of climatic convulsions.

I slowed my pace and soothingly caressed her legs through her descent. Her breasts heaved with deep breaths as she recovered. "Whew, that was a stress reliever," Mary proclaimed.

Mom had been quiet the entire time we were making love. Breaking her silence, she asked, "If you two have finished, would you mind if we slept?" We laughed while we resumed spooning. Mary had no trouble dozing off this time. Waking first, I carefully rolled out of bed without disturbing my mom and sister. Both had to work, so I made breakfast while they slept. They appeared right before I placed their plates on the table. "Good luck on your job today," I said, smiling at Mary, trying to ease her angst.

"Thanks, Mikey. I'm looking forward to it. The last few years have been so wasteful. I'm confident I'm finally heading in the right direction."

"At least you have the looks for the career. Nothing hotter than a woman in a nurse's uniform," I ribbed her.

Both Mom and Mary laughed. "You watch too much TV," Mary replied. "From what I've seen, they're not the same voluptuous women that portray them on screen. In reality, they're the same mix as any other job. And if I don't get going, I won't make it through day one. See you guys later."

She hopped up and stopped by her room before skipping out the door. That left Mom and me to finish breakfast. When Mom was done, she insisted, "I'll take the bus to work. I want you to drive to the cabin to meet Brooke. She left earlier than planned, so she'll be there by the time you arrive."

"Thanks, Mom. I hate leaving you two for the week. Maybe Brooke and I can drive back to see you on Wednesday or Thursday."

"Don't you dare!" Mom chirped enthusiastically. "I want you two to enjoy the entire time together. Your feelings for her are strong, and I don't want you holding back. It's not a crime to love more than one person, so don't be afraid to let her know. Follow your heart."

"How about Mary? What are you going to tell her?"

"There's always the tried and true Jason excuse. You needed a week of relaxation in the woods before you report to work next week. I'm glad you gave Mary a thorough fucking last night. Hopefully, it'll hold her off for a few days until she ravages my body," she giggled.

"Speaking of that. How about you send me off with a farewell quickie?"

"No, I want you to have a full load for Brooke. I have to catch the bus. See you in a week, sweetie. Text me with updates."

She kissed me long and hard before she left for work. After cleaning the kitchen, I packed a bag and left for the cabin. My prick remained hard during the trip while thinking of the last time Mom and I were at Brooke's place.

Before I could knock on the cabin door, Brooke opened it and hugged me. "I've missed you so much," she cooed. After releasing me, Brooke moved backward, allowing me to admire her attire. She knew my tastes perfectly; my prick responded to her beauty.

She wore a tight midriff top, showing off her smooth stomach. Her hard nipples poked out the clinging material and begged for attention. She wore a short, flared skirt, which allowed her to show off her firm legs. Her beaming smile turned sad when she realized I was alone.

She walked around me and stood in the doorway, looking to see if Mom was following. "Where's Megan? Is everything alright?"

"Nothing is wrong. We were married as planned, and we're happier than ever. Mom wanted to surprise you and send me alone. It's her wedding present to you, a week for us to enjoy ourselves."

She slammed the door and pulled me tightly against her soft body, kissing me hard. She was on fire. Her mouth opened; our tongues wrestled for control. Her nimble fingers unbuckled me, and before I did anything to her, she slid my pants and shorts off. My hands held her bare waist and traveled up under her top to capture her firm tits.

Brooke's moaning increased when I pinched and teased her nipples. I moved one hand to her thigh and inched up to her pelvis. She wore no panties; I slipped two fingers into her juicy slot. She was hot and ready.

"It looks like you missed me. Your pussy is soaked," I professed.

"I've been looking forward to this all week. Take me, Mike. Right here, right now. Please?"

Holding her ass cheeks, I lifted her and pulled her close to my body. Slamming her into the door, I lowered her onto my stiff staff. Her eyes widened, and her tongue went wild when my prick split her velvety folds. When our pubic hair meshed together, I paused, allowing only our mouths to stimulate each other.

Her hips twisted and churned; she was unwilling to wait any longer. Fulfilling both of our wishes, I fucked her hard against the door. The loud banging on the hardwood and our groins slamming together filled the room. Brooke released my mouth to suck in air, while I serviced her tight snatch. "Oh god, I needed this so bad. Fuck me hard, Mike. Fill me with your sperm."

There was no way I was going to last any longer. The long horny drive took its toll, and my prick grew larger. "Your pussy is driving me crazy. I'm cumming. Get ready for a full load," I groaned.

When the first blast scalded her walls, her pussy reciprocated and clamped hard. We fucked through our orgasms and held each other until I softened and fell out of her drenched slot. "Wow, your balls were full of cum. Didn't Megan take care of you before you left this morning?" she asked.

Before I could answer, she said, "Of course she didn't. Let me guess. She told you to save it for me so you'd have a big load. She's always looking out for everyone else. It's no wonder you love her so much."

"She is wonderfully caring and, of course, hot. You have nothing to be jealous of; you're exactly like her."

She blushed and replied, "You say the sweetest things. I wish I could return the favor she's given me."

"There is something you could do. Mom hinted that she'd like us to take pictures of the nighties you wear during our time together, and maybe a few shots of what happens afterward."

She smiled and dashed to her bedroom. On her way, she yelled, "Follow me. I have an idea."

Opening her closet, she pulled out a tripod with a camera secured on top of it. "I use this to photograph wildlife in the forest. We'll use it to record everything we do. She'll see how well her son and husband can satisfy a horny cougar."

We adjourned to the living room and caught up since the last time we had been together. The days quickly passed while we hiked and ate at the same places Mom and I had visited. My love for her increased dramatically, and I was sure she shared the same emotions.

We took a lot of selfies to document our trip. We updated Mom with each day's events, carefully not mentioning the intimate recordings we were making for her to enjoy when I returned. Around the third day, Mary pestered me with several messages.

After each nightie preview, we stripped and moved to the bed to film our lovemaking. We varied our positions, so we'd have a wonderful collection of porn. One night, I crossed my legs and sat on the bed while she wrapped her legs around me and sat on my lap. It allowed us to remain upright, and since she was on my lap, her eyes were at my level while her pussy was full of hard cock. We slowly fucked, enjoying our romantic lovemaking. My phone chirped, and I ignored it, guessing it was Mary.

Brooke asked, "Who keeps texting you? Aren't you going to answer?"

"I'm sure it's my sister, Mary. She's always curious about what I'm doing. At times, she's a little pesky."

Attempting to refocus her attention away from my sister, I thrust deep, causing her to groan in pleasure.

"Show me a picture of your sister," Brooke insisted.

I picked up my phone and swiped to the folder which contained my personal photos. Fortunately, there were no embarrassing, intimate pictures. After handing my phone to Brooke, I cupped and kneaded her firm breasts. She shifted her attention to Mary and exclaimed, "She's pretty hot. Tell me you're not banging her."

Unfortunately, when she made the connection, my mind drifted to fucking my sister, and my cock jerked in Brooke's warm oven. "Ha, I knew it. You're fucking your mother and sister. Why didn't you tell me?"

"A couple of reasons. I didn't want to overwhelm you and, most importantly, I didn't want to lose you."

Brooke bumped her hips and kissed me hard. "You don't have to worry about that. I think it's sweet and exciting that you're fucking her. I can't wait to meet her myself. She screams with lust. She's shaven, isn't she?"

When I nodded, Brooke went crazy, humping my prick as a mini-orgasm hit her. When she recovered, she swiped the pictures and found Mom's before finding Charlotte's. "Who's this woman? You don't have to beat around the bush. You'd have to be crazy not to be fucking her."

"That's Charlotte. We call her Queen Cleopatra. She's the minister's wife and had an affair with Dad."

After filling her in with all the details, she chirped, "That's quite the harem of women you've accumulated. I'll need to meet her also, for some of her special therapy."

My pace quickened when we neared our mutual orgasms. "Let's see who else is in your collection of lovers," she breathed heavily, between moans and groans.

The last image was of her and me at a scenic point in the forest. "That's sweet. It's a picture of us together. I don't think I've seen a happier-looking couple. I forgive you; now fuck me to the finish. I can't believe you're here with me for an entire week when you could have your pick of those sexy women."

Sawing my prick against her sensitive walls, I brought her up fast. My hands released her breasts and wrapped around her to hug her tightly. We kissed as our excitement escalated. "Brooke, there's something else you need to know. Mom advised me to disclose my feelings to you. I'm deeply in love with you."

"I love you, too," Brooke groaned.

"My cock is ready to erupt in your tight pussy. Cum on my prick and seal our commitment," I croaked.

"Dot it, baby. Sperm me, and I'll cum on your marvelous prick."

That's all it took. Streams of cum spewed out and flooded her pussy, setting off her release. We humped together through our convulsions. When finished, we hugged each other, enjoying our post-coital bliss.

A great deal of relief swept through me, knowing Brooke loved me as much as I did her. We fell onto the bed and caressed each other until we fell asleep.

The rest of the week went far too fast. Brooke insisted I tell her all my sexual bouts while we made love. She convinced me to re-enact every seduction that occurred. It was thrilling as she substituted herself for each of the partners in my life. It was even more sexually stimulating that we filmed it for Mom to review at a later time.

When it was time to go, I gathered the memory sticks filled with our adventures and kissed Brooke farewell.

Before I parted, Brooke ordered, "Wait here. I have something for you."

Running into the bedroom, she quickly returned with two enormous shopping bags. "Here are the nighties I posed in. Tell her I expect to see a show of her modeling them, plus how it affects you."

Saying our goodbyes, I was soon on the road back to Mom. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found Brooke.

Once I arrived home, Mom sensed how much I already missed Brooke and made it up to me with a fantastic blowjob, followed by hours of passionate sex. She demonstrated how much she missed me by showering me with motherly affection.

*****

After my first week at my new job, I contributed more than my employer expected for an entry-level employee. I spent the mornings learning the responsibilities of the different functional areas. Afternoons, I cleaned up the messy code caused by the previous software engineers. After a few weeks, it became clear that I would have to spend months cooped up in my cubicle.

My boss offered me a chance to work remotely from home since I wasn't required to interact with anyone else. I eagerly accepted, and he was happy to allow me to switch to half-days, working in the mornings. He knew I would do a full day's worth of work, and they'd only have to pay for half. I didn't care, as it allowed me to synchronize my schedule with Mom's.

Mary thrived in her new position and loved working at the hospital. Mom convinced me to take Brooke on a date at least twice a week and spend the night at her place. Our secret relationship was in jeopardy of being revealed when Mom and I fucked while watching the cabin tapes. We had to have the remote handy in case Mary came home unexpectedly.

One Friday afternoon, Mom was riding me cowgirl style and had already orgasmed twice when I heard the front door close. Expecting Mary, I was surprised to see Charlotte. Mom faced away from the door and groaned so loud that she wasn't aware of her arrival. One look at us, and Charlotte shed her clothes and played with her pussy while watching Mom ride me.

Charlotte's impatience got the best of her, prompting her to crawl onto the bed and reach around to cup Mom's breasts. Mom kept her eyes closed as she felt her nipples teased by an expert. Her panting increased, and when Charlotte lowered her hand to finger Mom's engorged clit, Mom screamed while her pussy pulsed on my shaft.

"Sorry, Megan, but I need to borrow your son," Charlotte apologized. "More to the point, his cock."

"Charlotte?" Mom surprisingly asked. "It's so good to see you. I've missed you."

Mom pulled off and moved to the side, allowing Charlotte to devour my prick with her hungry pussy. She wildly fucked me with passion and came within a couple of minutes. With my cock embedded deep in her snug snatch, Charlotte lowered her body to mine and kissed me as if it was our first time. She was horny and required a good fucking. Shifting her legs downward, she rolled us over. Her legs wrapped around me; her hips humped to meet my pelvis.

"Fuck me hard, Mike. Your cock is splitting me open. Make me cum on your hard prick again."

I wasted no time and thrust hard into her canal. It would usually take a lot of effort to bring her to an orgasm, but she was on fire and came after a dozen strokes. I didn't stop, continuing to pound her hungry pussy.

"Don't push too hard. You wouldn't want to give your baby brain damage," she giggled.

"Wow, you're pregnant!" screeched Mom. "I'm so happy for you, Charlotte. You're going to be a superb mother."

Charlotte responded with a grunt when my thrusting became more intense. It was exciting, knowing I was fucking a woman I had bred. My pace quickened, and her next orgasm caused my cock to spew a load of cum into her contracting cunny. Her feet pulled me in while I deposited my contents. Our rapid panting prevented us from conversing. Once she released her legs, I dropped to the bed to catch my breath.

"Thank god, still better," Charlotte gasped.

"What?" asked Mom.

Charlotte smiled and replied, "When I spilled my guts and told my husband I was pregnant, he couldn't wait to fuck me. Who knew he'd be excited that another man had impregnated his wife? It was the first time he's been able to make me climax twice in one session. I thought it might be the best fuck I'd ever received, but nope, no one can beat your son. Thank you for providing the proof."

"Congratulations, Charlotte," I expressed my sincere concern. "I'm glad he took it so well, but how could anyone complain about Queen Cleopatra bringing another royal baby into the kingdom?"

She laughed and countered, "There is one problem. In my euphoria, I agreed to take care of an uncomfortable situation. One of the elder's wives has been occupying too much of his time. He can't adequately service others and is afraid contributions will dwindle. I promised him I'd find someone to rectify his dilemma."

Mom's expression turned to concern with the possible introduction of another woman into our close-knit family. Charlotte quickly calmed her, explaining, "Don't worry. I'm not suggesting that Mike will be involved in another relationship. Although, I will need him and you to help. This woman has a twenty-year-old son, and once we get them to fuck, I am confident her needs will shift from my husband."

Mom's sigh of relief was evident as she exuded, "There's nothing like a son fucking his mom to take care of things. I know it worked wonders with me."

We all laughed. Mom continued, "Has her son shown any interest in her? Why hasn't she already tapped him, if she's that horny?"

Charlotte giggled, "Oh, he's interested, alright. I can tell by the way he leers at her in church. Once we open her eyes to the possibility of constant cock, we'll be able to convince her to leave my husband for greener pastures."

She explained her plan and our involvement. Mom made several suggestions, and we agreed to meet her the next day at the church.

After Charlotte left, I turned to Mom and kissed her. "Mom, I'd like to tell Brooke before we follow through with this."

Mom smiled and replied, "Of course, you should. Take her out tonight and explain; give her my love."

*****

I returned home in the morning before anyone was awake and cooked breakfast. Mary had volunteered to work the weekend, so she left immediately after eating. When Mom and I were alone, her curious look begged for an answer from my meeting with Brooke.

"We're a go, Mom," I remarked. "She thinks it's a great idea that we're helping another mother and son come together. When she heard Charlotte was pregnant, she couldn't remove my clothes fast enough. It was a rough two hours before her passion calmed."

"She's a real catch. We should introduce her to the rest of the family. Discuss it with Brooke and see how she feels."

We arrived thirty minutes early, and Charlotte gracefully escorted us to the rear of the church. After she navigated us through a myriad of rooms and doors, we finally arrived at the room where the minister paid homage to his most loyal and lucrative benefactors.

Several comfortable couches and chairs were in the room, along with rugs positioned strategically on the floor. Three doors led to small rooms on one side. The sanctuary was set up for fucking. I placed the bag I was carrying for Mom by a chair along the wall.

Charlotte looked stunning in her conservative church outfit. Approaching Mom, she asked, "Are you prepped and ready?" She ran her hand up Mom's leg and under her skirt. Finding her hairy pussy, she jammed a finger in deeply and brought it back out, licking her finger clean. "Excellent. You enjoy role-playing with your son, don't you?"

Mom hoarsely replied, "I love doing everything with him, as you do. Let's get Mike ready, shall we?"

Charlotte removed my shoes and socks, while Mom unbuttoned my shirt. Once all my clothes were off, Mom kissed me while Charlotte sucked my cock until hard. Before I became too excited, they released me.

Mom handed me a plush robe draped over a chair. It was heavy, but the soft cotton felt comfortable against my skin. I laughed when I noticed an official-looking gold cross embroidered on one side.

Charlotte ordered, "Okay, wait in your rooms until it's time."

Grabbing Mom's bag, I left for my assigned quarters. Each room had a peephole, enabling us to monitor the progress. Charlotte left us when it was time for her to escort the woman in question to the love chamber. I looked through the view-hole when I heard Charlotte say, "Please have a seat, Lena. My husband organized this meeting to provide you with additional assistance."

My prick jerked in appreciation when I viewed Lena's body. She was a tall, big-boned, blonde Swede, and her display of wealth was clear with her expensive clothes and well-cared-for skin. Her tight blouse hid her large, augmented breasts, which stood proud and firm.After they sat, Lena nervously asked, "What kind of help did your husband think I needed? I hope I haven't offended him in any way." She was trying to determine if Charlotte was aware of her affair.

Putting her at ease, Charlotte replied, "The minister is concerned with your stress level. He senses that you're having a hard time, and, as a major contributor to the church, he asked me to help you feel more comfortable. We have a program here to cater to our more respected parishioners."

I laughed to myself as I knew respect, in this case, was another term for a big donor.

Lena breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Charlotte. It is stressful with a husband that's never around to help. You know he's almost seventy and still works over twelve hours daily, right?"

She was at least thirty years younger, and it was clear why she craved sex. Her husband was more concerned with his business than taking care of hers.

"You poor thing," Charlotte consoled her. "Let me call one of our attendants to help. His hands are marvelous for stress relief."

That was my cue. I backed up to the back of the room, near the bathroom door. Charlotte cracked her head through the door and yelled, "Mike, could you come in here, please?"

I waited for a few minutes before entering the room. Walking in front of Lena, her eyes scanned up and down my robed body.

Charlotte interrupted Lena's leering when she introduced me. "This is Mike, one of our volunteers. He's been training with us to learn various relaxation techniques. Mike, this is Lena, one of our important members. Would you please help relieve her tension using the techniques you've been studying?"

"Of course, Mrs. Wilson. It's an honor to serve the church. I hope I haven't embarrassed either of you with my casual dress. I was showering after my workout and threw on this robe when you called."

"No, I understand," Lena assured me, smiling wide. "It doesn't bother me. Please remain comfortable and let me know what I have to do."

Charlotte announced, "I have some church business to attend. I'll be gone for thirty minutes or more. Is there anything else you need, Lena?"

She replied, "No, I think I'm in expert hands. Thank you so much."

As soon as Charlotte was out of the room, I moved behind Lena. My fingers glided through her fine hair and gently massaged her scalp. She was tense at first, and after ten minutes, her shoulders slumped as she relaxed. My hands drifted lower to her neck and ears before returning to her head.

Progressing further, I snaked my hands into the top of her blouse and massaged the sunken flesh above her collarbones. "Excuse me, Lena. I don't want to damage your beautiful blouse. I need to unbutton your top button to provide better access."

She didn't object when I undid the top one. Her chest heaved, prompting me to gamble and unbutton the next one. My hands returned to her shoulders and pushed the material to the sides, exposing her smooth flesh. After kneading her pliant flesh for several minutes, I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Your skin is magnificent. I can feel your muscles relaxing. Close your eyes and think of something pleasant while I continue."

I lightly kissed her neck and ran my fingers lower into her open blouse. My fingers delved down to the crack between her tits before quickly retreating. After several more times, I felt she was ready to progress. Kissing her neck, I left my lips on her flesh for several seconds before moving to her earlobe. I gently captured her lobe between my lips and lightly squeezed. Her breasts expanded; her excitement level increased.

"Your straps are in the way of targeting your muscles," I whispered. "Do you mind if I pull them out of the way?"

Unable or unwilling to respond verbally, she leaned forward and provided access. I ran my hand down her back and unhooked her constricting bra. Shoving the top straps to the side, I resumed kneading her shoulders. She sighed while her muscles melted with my firm touch. She relaxed, causing her bra to fall and reveal her engorged pink nipples.

Moving my hands lower to the tops of her breasts, I gently squeezed and returned to her shoulders. Kissing her neck, I sucked in a hunk of her succulent flesh as my hands descended to her nipples. I lightly twisted her engorged tips before releasing them. She groaned while I grew more adventurous.

"Your breasts are gorgeous," I croaked. My hands slid to her chest and cupped her mounds. After several minutes of kneading, my fingers captured both tips and teased them. Her constant moaning signaled her approval. She squirmed in her seat and sucked in her breath when I released them.

I finished removing her blouse and bra while she remained frozen in her blissful state. Her smile was all the approval I needed. Moving in front of her, I said, "I think you require some additional stimulation."

My mouth latched onto her nearest areola and sucked hard. She yelped and pulled my head tightly to her soft flesh. While I feasted on one, I squeezed the other. Her giant tits heaved while I fed on her. Switching to her other one, I milked it for another five minutes. When I untied my robe, my prick sprung out into full view.

Standing up, I said, "You can open your eyes, Lena. We've concluded the first step. If you're ready for the next phase, I'll continue."

Her eyes flickered. When her focus returned, her gaze locked onto my hard prick.

"Please, Mike. I'm getting much more relaxed. Do whatever you think would help me."

I would have loved to have her blow me, but that wasn't part of the plan. I pulled her out of the chair and moved her to one of the soft rugs. Holding her close, I whispered, "Remove your high heels. I need to focus on your legs now."

While she kicked them off, I unsnapped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Lena's eyes filled with lust, and her lips quivered as my hands roamed across her body. Gently kissing her, I ordered, "Remove my robe, Lena. Don't you want my bare chest against yours?"

I kissed her again and opened my mouth. Her tongue searched and found mine. She shoved my robe off, and once it hit the floor, she hugged me tightly and mashed her full lips against mine. My hands caressed her back and gripped her soft ass cheeks, pulling her against my hard prick. Her eyes widened when she felt my hardness.

"Touch it, Lena. Wrap your hand around it."

One of her hands gripped my shaft while the other cupped my balls. She stroked me and smeared my pre-cum along the length. Her chest heaved into mine while she panted, out of control.

Knowing the minister's fear that one of his women would get pregnant, I surmised he always wore a condom. "Grab the head; imagine it plowing through your tight pussy."

She captured my mushroom-shaped crown and twisted it. We both groaned when she squeezed out a blob of juice and coated my staff. "Don't you want me to shove my bare prick up your hungry pussy? Wouldn't it feel good? That big flared cap of meat will scrape along your pussy walls. You'll feel a fleshy cock instead of some rubber-encased pencil dick. Show me you want it. Take off your panties and feel the pleasure of my hot meat."

"Yes," she croaked. "It's been so long since I've had a bare, hard prick. Please, Mike. Fuck me."

Keeping one hand around my pole, her other pulled her panties off and quickly kicked them to the side. My hand roamed down her smooth stomach and found her soaking snatch, eager for a cock.

Her height matched mine, and we aligned perfectly for a standing fuck. Grabbing behind one of her knees, I brought her leg up horizontally, opening her gaping gash. Sticking my prick between her legs, I drug the top of my shaft along her slippery slit. She groaned and begged, "Oh god, I need you. Quit teasing me and fuck me."

"If you want it, Lena, stick it in. Put it where you want it. Sink your tight pussy onto my cock."

She wasted no time and pulled me into her opening. Once my cock was snugly seated, I thrust in halfway. She screamed in pleasure when I split her tightly clenched sheath. After three short strokes, I buried my prick to the hilt and furiously banged her pussy. She wailed and thrashed as if it was her first fuck. No wonder the minister couldn't keep up with her voracity for cock.

Locking my lips with hers, I rapidly fucked her, attempting to trigger her orgasm before I blew. Six strokes later, her body shook; hot fluid coated my shaft. Thank God she was an easy-comer. I pulled out before my climax hit me and held her tight while she recovered.

"Thank you so much, Mike." She kissed me, assuming we had finished.

"You can thank me when the session is over. You interrupted me before I could demonstrate my other skills."

Her eyes twinkled with anticipation when I lowered her to the rug. Her tits remained upright and rounded.

Kissing and kneading my way up her legs brought her excitement level back. I couldn't see her face with her giant tits blocking the view. Her scent flooded my senses, my prick jerking in appreciation. After feasting on her upper thighs for ten minutes until her moaning was continuous, I dove into her wet pussy. She screamed when I nibbled on her outer lips and swirled my tongue around her labia. She groaned and forcefully pulled my head into her steaming snatch.

"Eat me, you little motherfucker. I need to cum again. Suck my pussy!"

I inwardly laughed that she got lucky and called me my rightful name. Bringing three fingers into play, I fucked her while my tongue washed her outer areas. Finding her engorged clit, I squeezed it with my lips while my fingers stroked faster. Pleasure wracked her body when she climaxed.

When Lena's body relaxed, I slurped her sweet nectar before rising and running my fingers through her sparse patch of light-colored pussy hair. That confirmed my suspicions that she was a true blonde. I kissed my way up to her large breasts. Knowing she was proud of them, I sucked and kneaded on her mounds until her excitement level built up.

Moving higher, I kissed her while still groping her jugs. My hard prick pressed against the top of her mound. "Your tits are perfect, Lena." She moaned in appreciation at my admiration of her fake boobs and the pressing of my manhood against her soft mons pubis.

"Are you ready for the final phase of treatment? Do you know what else happens when you're fucked with a bare cock?"

Before she could answer, I lined up my rock-hard prick and pressed my ridged head between her swollen lips. Her cavity opened, and her muscled cunt sucked and pulled my bulbous head into her steamy cavern. Flexing my hips, I shoved to the hilt until my balls slapped against her soft ass. She screamed and sucked in air. Without slowing, I ordered, "Lift your knees, Lena. Spread your legs wide and take me deep."

Doing as instructed, she planted her feet and splayed her legs. I hammered her hard and fast. Her pussy fired off mini-orgasms, secreting hot cream to soothe the friction of my ram. The frothy mixture of our juices filled the room with the smell of sex. Her face filled with bliss while her hips humped to meet my thrusts.

Her body writhed and twisted for the next fifteen minutes, giving back as much as she took. She threw everything into our fuck.

"The last step is a sensation you haven't had the pleasure of experiencing for a long time," I egged her. "My bare cock will erupt and spray your insides with cum. Is that what you want, Lena? Do you want me to fill you with my thick, baby-cream?"

"Oh god, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me and fill my pussy."

"Wrap those beautiful long legs around me, Lena, and pull me in. I'm ready to blow."

I should have been more careful with my words. Lena's feet dug into my ass, her powerful legs vice-gripping me. Her body strength was impressive, more than any other woman I'd previously joined. I struggled to continue fucking her as rapidly as before, but I didn't need to worry; blood flowed into my prick.

That alone set off her orgasm. Her cunt and legs tightly squeezed me. Spurt after spurt sprayed her walls. Her pussy climaxed each time she felt the hot cum splash her. She continued to pull me tight against her groin long after I emptied. A sheen of sweat covered our bodies after our vigorous workout.

She groaned, "Fuck, that was good. I can't remember the last time I came that hard. Thank you, Mike."

After she unlocked me, I plopped beside her and kissed her; it was Mom's signal. I held Lena's attention while Mom snuck in. She crawled between Lena's spread legs and screamed, "What have you done with my son?"

Lena looked over my shoulder at my seemingly angry mom. "What? You're his mother?"

Mom replied, "Yes, I'm Megan, and I can't believe your pussy is full of my son's sperm. I have to suck that out of there." She kissed and licked Lena's thighs while working toward her sperm-filled cavity.

Lena protested, "No, Megan. I don't do that with other women. Please, I'll get up and clean myself."

"Argh," Lena cried when Mom plastered her mouth on the Swede's sodden slot. Mom slurped and drank as much cum as she could. Lena might not have liked to have sex with women, but she was sure enjoying the thorough tongue-lashing Mom gave her. While Mom feasted on the blonde's pussy, Charlotte walked into the room.

Lena looked briefly at her before she threw her head back and gasped from Mom's tongue-fucking.

Charlotte walked over and waved her finger. "Tsk, Tsk, you have to clean your toys when finished. That cock is a slimy mess. Lena, you coated it with your cum; you must clean it."

Lena's eyes filled with lust while I shifted position and brought my flaccid prick near Lena's mouth. She licked and kissed my stem before swallowing as much of my shaft as she could. It wasn't long before she had me hard again. Charlotte pulled me off and inspected my clean prick.

"That's better. Good job, Lena. His mother wouldn't want him to stick his prick in her when it's coated with another woman's cum, would she?"

Lena groaned and humped into Mom's sucking mouth. Moving behind Mom, I flipped her short skirt on her back and ran my hand through her juicy slot. Bringing my glistening hand up, I licked it clean while Lena looked on lustfully. "Mom, you're soaked. Either that's some tasty pussy, or you're looking forward to your son fucking you."

Lena shrieked, "Are you going to fuck your mother? Jesus, I think I'm going to cum again."

Mounting my mother, I shoved to the bottom of her pussy. Mom squeezed her lips around Lena's clit while her fingers continued stroking. Lena yelped as her orgasm flooded Mom's mouth with cum. Mom was up to four fingers plunging in and out of Lena's convulsing pussy. Gripping Mom's ass, I slammed into her tight glove. Lena's tits jiggled from the impact of our fucking.

Charlotte took notice and exclaimed, "Look at the size of those hooters. Damn." She kneaded and caressed Lena's tits while Mom and I put on a display of incestuous love. Lena didn't have a chance, sexually stimulated by the three of us.

"Mom, your pussy is so hot and tight, I'm going to blow."

Lena screamed, "Fuck your mother hard, Mike! Cum in her like you did me. I can't believe I'm going to have another one. Suck my clit, you son-fucking mother."

Mom needed no encouragement. While she chewed on Lena's engorged nub, I exploded in Mom's snug pussy, causing her orgasm to begin. Lena stiffened and came again on Mom's mouth while Mom and I fucked through our release. When we finished, the three of us rested on the soft rug.

Lena broke the silence. "That was wild. I have some questions I wish someone would answer. First, do all women eat pussy as well as you, Megan?"

Mom smiled. "I've found women are generally more attuned to a lady's needs than men."

Lena continued, "You certainly convinced me."

Charlotte interrupted, "Anytime you want to experiment, let me know. I have some girlfriends who would love to help."

Lena shyly smirked. "My next question is, why did all of you go to this much trouble? You know, don't you, Charlotte?"

Charlotte giggled. "That you're fucking my husband? Of course, but I'm not concerned about your affair. I want to offer you something much better. There's nothing more blissful than having your son fuck you whenever the need arises."

Lena sucked in a breath of air. "Do you think it's possible with my Axel?"

"Of course. I've seen how your son leers at you, and I can help you join with him. My references are right here. Megan and Mike are very happy, now that they're in an incestuous relationship."

"I can't deny I haven't had inappropriate urges regarding my son," Lena admitted. "I feared he wouldn't be interested in an older woman, and it might destroy our relationship. I've caught him lustfully staring at me at times, which sent chills down my spine. It's like he's undressing me with his beautiful, blue eyes."

"Mike, get my bag," Mom ordered.

Once I retrieved it, Mom handed it to Lena. Mom instructed, "There are a lot of nighties in here. For the next week, wear them whenever possible, starting with the most conservative. Do you spend time during the day when alone with him?"

"My husband is never home," she laughed. "He leaves at six and doesn't come home until late at night. It's all work. So yeah, Axel and I are alone together all the time."

"Excellent," Mom said. "Wear a nightie while preparing breakfast, and don't forget to hug him and finish with a quick peck on his neck or cheek. As you progress through the week, hug him longer, pull him to you, and give him a good feel of your mushy tits. You better wear undies with those outfits, as we don't want him to attack you in a fit of passion and regret his actions. The slower the seduction, the better."

"That sounds perfect," Lena confessed. "I'll dress sexier and invite him out for lunch or dinner, too."

Mom continued, "Spend as much time with him as possible and flirt with him. Inadvertently touch him, moving close to him, so he has to bump into you. There are a few silk robes included to wear after your shower. Remember to give him a goodnight hug and kiss, giving him something to think about before retiring for the night."

Charlotte interjected, "I have no doubt you're ready and will have him prepped for our session next week. Don't mention it to him until Thursday. If everything goes according to plan, he should agree to attend, even a church function. Be here at three."

Lena and I dressed while Mom and Charlotte continued to provide seduction tips. Lena left with her bag of tricks, full of confidence that she'd soon be fucking her son.

*****

Mom and I were antsy toward the end of the week, looking forward to performing again. We made love on the morning of our meeting with Charlotte to take the edge off. We arrived twenty minutes early, and she escorted us to the minister's chamber.

Mom's and Lena's instructions included wearing a midriff top, braless, and a flared skirt with no panties. Charlotte didn't want any extra clothes to slow the process. She was in a cheerful mood and knew Mom had dressed correctly but tested her nonetheless.

Placing her hand on Mom's bare stomach, Charlotte ran her hand under Mom's top and cupped her full mounds. "Excellent. I see you didn't wear a bra. Let's get those tips pointed for a pleasant effect." Charlotte twisted and teased Mom's nipples until they swelled and pushed against the material. Moving her hand under Mom's skirt, she checked for the presence of panties. Removing her hand, she licked her fingers clean of Mom's juices.

"You two look ready. I already briefed Lena. She made great progress this week and said her son was ecstatic when she asked him to accompany her. Can you imagine? A young man eager to attend a church meeting," she laughed. "Remember, when a son fucks his mother for the first time, it will stay with him forever. Let's provide him with some wonderful memories. Questions?"I shook my head, and Mom piped, "None here. Mike, I don't want Axel's baby, so watch your timing."

Confident we were ready, Charlotte went to fetch Lena and her son. When they entered, Charlotte made the introductions while we shook hands. Axel was a big guy, taller than his mom by several inches, and had the same Swedish look. He was handsome, and I caught Mom discretely sizing him up.

"Everyone, remove your shoes and socks," Charlotte ordered. "The minister requires this room to remain clean and freshly scented so he can meditate."

The women and I quickly shucked ours, and when Axel saw us, he followed suit. So far, so good.

Charlotte walked by all of us and inhaled deeply from each person. "The women are fine," Charlotte declared. "The boys are a little strong-smelling, and I can't take a chance on soiling the room's atmosphere. Please use the shower in the attached rooms and wear the provided robe in each. Leave your clothes so the stench will remain there. Don't linger."

That was the most authoritative tone I've heard her use. She was on her game today. "Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "Which room do I go to?"

She pointed to mine and the other to Axel. It looked like he was going to object, but when I took off, he obeyed her.

After a quick shower, I threw on my robe and made it back out to the room. I left my underwear off and figured Axel would keep his on, but it shouldn't be a problem. Axel showed up five minutes later.

Charlotte rattled off a litany of bible verses regarding mothers and sons. After she finished, she turned to us and instructed, "Axel, stand close to Megan. Mike, pair up with Lena. This exercise demonstrates the proper way for an adult son to communicate with and support his mother. It has come to our attention that you boys have made inappropriate advances toward your mothers."

She paused and waited a minute before continuing. "The church doesn't allow a parent and child to partner together to avoid familial tension. That's why I matched you up the way I did."

Charlotte went to the wall switch and dimmed the lights. Moving in front of us, she turned on a large-screen TV on the wall. I'm sure the minister used it to play x-rated movies to heighten the mood when he was consoling his clients.

Hitting the play button on the recorder, clips of church functions flashed on the screen. The subject matter switched topics every few minutes, ranging from picnics to social gatherings. She had to speak up for us to hear because we stood on the other side of the room.

"As you can see in this video, there are a lot of demonstrations of behavior. Practice with your partner when you see an interaction between a mother and her son. Look into each other's eyes and practice silent communication."

Lena faced me; we gazed upon each other. The excitement in her eyes reflected her emotional state. I gripped her bare waist and pressed my fingers into her soft flesh. Lena smiled when she saw Axel do the same to Mom.

"Notice the light hugging between family members," Charlotte directed. She remained facing away from us. "Practice and keep watching our instructional guide. Megan and Lena, if you sense the boys aren't behaving correctly, let me know."

Lena pulled me against her large breasts and held me tightly. Mom reciprocated and embraced Lena's son. A wedding played on the screen, and when the couple kissed, I leaned into Lena and sealed her full lips with mine.

Axel wasn't brave enough to attempt the same maneuver, so I kissed Lena again, opening my mouth in search of her tongue. We French-kissed for a full minute before I saw Mom pull Axel's mouth to hers.

While we kissed, my hand ventured upward from her smooth stomach. Creeping under her top, I cupped her breast and squeezed. She moaned, which caught Axel's attention. When he saw me groping his mother, his hand moved slightly higher and halted when he was several inches under Mom's loose top.

Mom grew impatient and increased her assault on his mouth. I moved my other hand up and kneaded both mounds, causing Lena to groan.

Axel kept looking at Charlotte, worried he would get caught. Finally, Mom used her hand to guide one of his to her breast. He immediately caressed and kneaded her tit. I was jealous as I preferred Mom's breasts far more than the ones in my hands. Axel moved his other hand to hold Mom's bare mound.

As planned, I backed off and released Lena's breasts. Axel continued to grope Mom when Lena cleared her throat, sounding the arranged signal. Charlotte quickly turned and marched back to us. She shrieked, "Axel, what are you doing to Megan?" His face blushed while he quickly pulled his hands free.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson. I don't know what came over me. When I saw Mike and Mom..."

Charlotte interrupted him. "Don't blame them. I can clearly see they're not doing anything wrong. You're demonstrating the kind of interaction we were trying to prevent. Prayers and meditation are required to prevent any further indiscretion." She led us to two large plush rugs. "Megan and Lena, kneel and bow your head to pray. Boys, kneel behind them and follow their lead."

Mom knelt on the end of the rug and lowered her head. Charlotte moved behind her and ordered, "Megan, Axel shouldn't have to kneel on the hard floor. Spread your legs to make room for his knees."

Mom's skirt rose when she shifted; Axel's eyes stared at her exposed thigh flesh. Lena quickly followed suit and spread her legs. Once Charlotte was satisfied we were arranged correctly, she directed, "Okay, close your eyes and pray. I'll be back in ten minutes to check on your progress."

Our savior answered our prayers when the door closed. Charlotte was gone, and it was time for some fucking. Opening my eyes, I glanced at Axel, and it looked like he was meditating as instructed. Lena lowered and rested her head on the rug, raising her ass in the air. Gripping Lena's hemline, I pulled it up over her back.

Her glistening slit looked hungry for cock. Untying my belt, I moved close and ran my prick up and down her gash. After I coated my head with her oil, I screwed it into her tight socket. Lena moaned, but not loud enough for Mom or Axel to hear.

Sinking to the bottom of her cavern, she groaned loudly. Axel's gaze focused on us. My robe hid our genitals, but I'm sure he knew we were fucking. I hoped he didn't think I was raping his mother and beat the hell out of me. Lena sensed my fear and yelled, "Yes, harder. Argh, that's so good."

Mom smiled and waited anxiously for Axel to seize the initiative. After several minutes of fucking Lena, Axel had enough. He untied his belt and shoved his robe off. His hard prick jumped straight out. He hadn't worn his underwear as I had previously thought.

He was more than well-endowed, a pang of jealousy shooting through me. Mom couldn't see him but saw my enormous smile. I attempted to communicate that she was about to be filled with a log-sized cock.

Axel shoved Mom's skirt onto her back and admired her soft, smooth ass and legs. His hands roamed across her skin, causing Mom to moan. He played with her hairy pussy and dipped several fingers into her gash. She groaned, and I was confident she was lubricated enough for his prick.

Mom kept her face turned sideways to communicate silently with me. When I saw Axel move closer, my eyes widened. Mom knew she was about to be penetrated. Her eyes screamed with lust when Axel shoved in the first four inches. She groaned with the sudden intrusion of an unknown monster cock.

Lena's attention was riveted to them, her pussy experiencing a mini-orgasm when she saw her son's spear sink into Mom. My cock encountered no friction or resistance with the help of her cream. It was going to enable me to last a long time.

Axel thrust several more inches, withdrew, and plunged again. Holding her hips, he gripped her steady, sinking to the bottom. Mom screamed, "Oh Jesus, you're big. What a magnificent prick. Fuck me fast and hard!"

Lena's pussy released more cum watching her stud son service Mom. With all of his inhibitions gone, Axel hammered Mom at a rapid pace. It reminded me of the first time I fucked a girl. I couldn't pump fast enough.

Mom continuously groaned while her face flushed with excitement. After ten minutes, her pleading expression begged me to help her. She was ready to cum and didn't want to risk triggering Axel's orgasm.

Pulling out of Lena, I removed my robe and threw it to the floor before moving behind Axel. His concentration was on pleasing my mother; he hadn't noticed me. He jerked when I tapped him on the shoulder. When I said, "switch," he looked over to his mother and quickly pulled out of Mom. A large pop sounded when his ram evacuated her crevice.

He wasted no time mounting his mother. "Oh, Mom," Axel grunted. "I'm going to fuck you for the first time. I've wanted to do this for so long." He completely filled her, causing Lena to shriek in pleasure. He immediately resumed the same pace as he had done to Mom.

Mom's outer lips quivered and pulsed, begging for a replacement cock. While she watched Axel pound his mother, I buried my prick into my mother's sleeve. She was sopping wet, and it was clear that she had already experienced several mini-orgasms.

Each time I withdrew, her pussy vainly tried to suck me back in. I relished the feel of her walls tightly wrapped around my cock. Nothing is more erotic than fucking your mother while watching another mom yield her body to her own son. Holding her hips, I pummeled Mom the best I could. She was so excited from Axel's pounding that her cunt convulsed and flooded my cock with her juices.

"I'm cumming on my son's cock," Mom screamed. After her contractions diminished, her glove slipped off my hard staff before her spent body dropped to the floor. Charlotte entered and smiled at the sexually-charged scene in the room. She had observed the action and timed it so she wouldn't interrupt anybody. There wasn't any threat of that happening; Axel solely focused on pleasing his mother. Lena's body shuttered and shook through a major orgasm.

"Fuck, Mom," Axel screamed. "Your pussy is so tight I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill you up, Mom. I love you so much."

"Do it, Axel," Lena cried. "Fuck your mother and cum in me. Mark me as yours, honey."

Axel's butt quivered when he filled his mother with his load of sperm. After another dozen strokes, he removed his cock. Charlotte gasped, seeing his prick for the first time. It dripped cum and was impressive, even while it softened. Reaching around Lena's waist, he unsnapped her skirt and shoved it onto the rug. Pulling her up with his powerful arms, he turned her around and faced her. They locked their mouths together and passionately kissed for the first time.

Charlotte walked over and grabbed the bottom of Lena's top. Pulling it up, they released their mouths long enough for Charlotte to remove it. Having done her part, Charlotte kneeled beside Mom and me.

Axel's giant hands groped and squeezed his mom's massive tits. Lena swooned with pleasure while her son fondled her proud mounds. He was doing everything right, and her expression of unbridled lust showed it. "Your tits are fantastic, Mom," Axel complimented his mother.

They groped each other's bodies while Lena stroked her son's manhood back to hardness. I understood how he could recover so fast. The first time with your mother is so stimulating that it's easy to regain stiffness quickly. When Axel lowered his mother to the rug, she spread her legs wide and held her arms open for her son. He buried his rock-hard prick into his mother's pussy and began fucking her again.

Mom relaxed and enjoyed watching the mother join with her son. Charlotte was turned on by the lurid display. Her breathing rate increased while she edged over to me. Seeing my erect prick, she kissed me and held my manhood, frothy wet from Mom's cum.

We French-kissed while the loud sounds of sex filled the room. Repositioning herself, Charlotte lowered her head and raised her ass. She needed relief from watching the torrid love scene next to us. When I pushed her skirt up, her thin panties were exposed. I suspected she hadn't expected to join in today because she had worn undies.

Pulling her underwear to the rug, I caressed the backs of her smooth thighs. She tried moving her knees outward, but her panties prevented her from spreading her legs. Lifting each of her knees, I finished removing them. I ran my fingers through her sodden slot. She was more than ready, as was I.

Moving up to her ass, I shoved my prick into her tight sheath. Finding no resistance, I buried my cock to the hilt, my stomach slapping loudly against her soft ass. Holding her hips, I thrust fast and deep at a steady pace. I knew it would take more effort for Charlotte to cum.

Lena screamed again. "I'm cumming again on my son's giant cock. You're splitting me apart, but it feels so good. Keep fucking your horny mommy, Axel."

Charlotte's pussy quivered while witnessing Lena thrash through her orgasm. I sped up my pace, and when Axel continued to pummel his mother, Charlotte's pussy contracted with an orgasm. She came quickly, and I knew from experience she'd need more. I didn't stop and continued to fuck her through her contractions.

Axel changed position and placed his mother's feet on his shoulders. Her giant tits bobbed back and forth while her son fucked her deeply.

Mom heard Charlotte's groans and turned her attention away from Lena. She faced Charlotte and kissed her while I kept pumping. After another ten minutes, Charlotte had another mini-orgasm when Lena screamed out with a major one. It was an impressive show, and the couple was soon back in the missionary position, kissing while they incestuously connected.

Lena's legs wrapped around Axel's back, locking her ankles. I remembered her muscled thighs felt when they squeezed my body. It didn't phase him one bit. They were made for each other, as most sons and mothers are.

"I'm going to explode again," Axel proclaimed. "I can't believe how hot you are. I love you and want to fuck you forever. Squeeze my cock with your pussy."

"Me too, honey," screamed Lena. "I love your big prick. You own me and can fuck my pussy anytime you want. Cum in me!"

My cock glistened with Charlotte's juices as I slid in and out. My thrusting was the fastest I had ever done, attempting to keep pace with Axel. Slamming my prick balls deep into Charlotte's hungry pussy caused her to wail. While she watched Axel's furious pace, she begged, "Faster, baby. Please!" Obliging her wishes, I clung to the fronts of her thighs and pounded her.

Lena and her son stiffened and grunted while their orgasms simultaneously exploded.

Witnessing the mother and son reel in orgasmic bliss, Charlotte experienced the major orgasm she desired. Her pussy squeezed tight and caused my body to reciprocate. My fat head pulsed, causing her to orgasm. After our orgasms subsided, I noticed Axel humping his mother. Was he hard again?

Nope. It was like my first time. You never want it to end when you're with your mother, even after you've finished. Lena unfolded her legs; mother and son intimately held each other. Whispers and giggling were the only sounds heard from them.

Soon after, Axel stood and strode to his room to get dressed. His face was flushed as if he were embarrassed. I felt like clapping from his performance but held back.

Lena slowly dressed while panting from her strenuous ordeal. Her sweaty body reflected her intense workout. Slipping on her shoes, she confirmed, "Charlotte, you can tell your husband that your church will receive some appreciable donations for the services you've provided. Sorry to run, but we can't wait to get home and pray some more."

We all laughed, and soon after, Axel emerged and grabbed his mother's hand, and dragged her behind him like a caveman hauling his woman to his cave. He was in a hurry to ravage his mother for the rest of the day.

"That went well if I do say so," Mom quipped. "Axel is a fucking maniac. I'm uncertain whether to envy his mother or feel sorry for her. He has a lot of pent-up passion."

Charlotte replied, "My husband's wishes have been granted, thanks to you. When he sees those large, tax-free gifts roll in, he might want me to birth another child. With someone other than him, of course." She winked at me.

Mom replied, "We're always available to help with church business. We need to return home, as well. Some long, deep praying is in order for us." We dressed, and I rushed Mom out the same way Axel had done to his mother.