My mother shivered in my arm. She had never seen that look on my face before. I resolved to never get that look on my face again. I didn't want my mother to be afraid of me. Oh, sure, I knew I could be a scary man. It just wasn't something she needed to live with.
I rubbed both of their backs and gave them my warmest smile. "Let's talk about something else, shall we? Mom, wasn't there something you were going to tell me about Theresa?"
The color drained from her face, and her wide eyes landed on Barbara. She managed to get that under control almost instantly. "Oh, I thought I already told you," she lied, "Theresa and Mike were talking about getting engaged later this summer."
I chewed on my lip as I regarded her. What could my sister have told her that she couldn't say in front of Barbara? My sister had stayed with Barbara and Dad as often as I had, maybe more. My nose twitched as it caught that familiar faint scent. My mother's eyes widened when she saw my nostrils flare. Almost imperceptibly, she shook her head.
The mystery surrounding my sister just got deeper! I wanted so badly to find out what was going on, but I knew not to ask questions when I had been warned. I smiled at my mother and found a 'softball' question to toss to her instead.
"What do you think, Mom? I have barely met Mike. Do you think they make a good couple?"
She released a relieved breath. "They are cute together. Mike is alright, I guess. As a mother, I never feel like anyone my kids date can ever be good enough, though."
"You're so lucky," Barbara said softly. I turned to watch another tear roll down her cheek. "I wish we had gotten to have kids." Her voice, already hoarse, dropped to a ragged whisper. "Now I don't have anybody."
It was heartbreaking, and that simple, terrible statement made something snap inside my mother.
"No!" she said, loudly. "You're not alone, Barbara, not ever. You have us, now. We're your family." She pulled Barbara across my lap and hugged her fiercely. I felt awkward and squashed between them, and managed to wrap my arms around both women. That still felt awkward.
My mother looked up at my face and she gave me a sympathetic smile. She gently released Barbara, putting her hands on the younger woman's shoulders and holding her at arm's length. "I know what would be good for you," she said. "You should sit in Paul's lap and let him hug you. He's really good at it, you know?"
It seemed strange to hear her suggest that. Still, Barbara did it. She slid into my lap and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me. She moaned at that touch, and her thick nipples hardened against my chest. Suddenly, I could smell the aroma of her aroused pussy. My mother's own sweet smell got stronger as she watched Barbara wrap her arms around my neck.
"You should kiss her, Paul," Mom murmured into my ear. That shocked me. I knew that Barbara heard her as clearly as I did. "She's your mom, too, Paul. Show her that you love her."
In a flash, what went through my mind was that I didn't love this woman. I had never gotten past the nagging suspicion that she had caused my parents to break up. I had tolerated her, for my dad's sake. She had been nice enough to me and my sister that it was easy to put up with her. I knew that she made Dad happy, and that had counted for a lot. But love?
I looked into her eyes, and that moment changed everything. She looked so vulnerable, so terrified of rejection. Her heart had been broken when my dad died—more than mine had been. He had been her whole world, and he was gone. In that moment, my heart ached for her. Around the lump that formed in my throat, I managed to get out the words that changed everything.
"I do love you, you know."
"Oh, Paul," she breathed. And then she was kissing me. Not like any mother ought to kiss her son, either. This was a hungry, deep, tongue-hunting-my-tonsils kind of a kiss. It took my breath away.
My eyes were still caught up in hers, but my peripheral vision was focused on my mother. She was watching us with an aroused and self-satisfied grin on her face. This was exactly what she had wanted when she urged Barbara into my lap.
"That's so beautiful," she murmured, softly rising from the couch. "I'll give you two some privacy." She walked away from us and out the front door.
Barbara's eyes went wide, suddenly, when she felt my erection throbbing beneath her. She broke off our kiss and leaned back to look into my eyes. "Paul," she breathed, "do you really...want me?" Her hips slid forward, pressing her crotch against my throbbing boner. I nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I can't help it. I do want you, Barbara, very badly."
"Oh, baby," she growled, kissing me again. "Don't be sorry. I want you too."
She got up onto her feet and I stood up. She took my hand and turned, leading the way. Both of us were a little unsteady on our feet as we walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom. Despite how turned on she was, Barbara was shy as she unbuttoned her blouse. She had no reason to be. Her body was...
"Magnificent," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes from her breasts.
"Thanks," she whispered. She moaned softly as I leaned in to take her thick, hard nipple into my mouth. Her hands squeezed my shoulders. My hands found her shorts and began unbuttoning them. They dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them as I shifted my hungry mouth to her other nipple.
She began to slowly undress me as I worshipped her heaving breasts. I stepped out of my shorts and her hand closed on my hard shaft, stroking it slowly. Her other hand cupped my chin, and she gently guided my face up to hers. She kissed me hungrily one more time and then looked into my eyes.
"I need you to take me, Paul. Now."
"Yes ma'am," I breathed.
She turned and crawled up onto the bed. That shapely ass was just too much to resist and she squealed in surprise when I grabbed her hips and drove my tongue into her pussy from behind. It was every bit as delicious as it had smelled when she had been wiggling in my lap earlier. She groaned into the covers and her fingers tangled in the sheets. Her round cheeks were soft in my hands as I spread her open.
After a minute, she managed to wriggle out of my grasp and flipped onto her back. I dove between her spread legs and resumed feasting on that delicious little pussy. Her fingers slid into my hair and she grabbed hold of two handfuls, pulling lightly as my lips and tongue worked her over. I brought my right hand up to her and used two fingers to spread her open so that I could drive my tongue in deeper. Once I had slurped up her juicy nectar, I slid those two fingers inside her and latched onto her clitoris.
She screamed, pulling my hair painfully as an intense climax ripped through her. I relented and pulled my face from her sensitive pussy, and she finally released my hair. I rubbed my scalp and she bit her lip when she saw the look on my face.
"I'm so sorry about that," she whispered. "It was just so intense."
"It's fine, don't worry about it," I replied with a grin.
Once again, I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, this time looking into her eyes the whole time. The shaft of my hard cock rested between the moist lips of her pussy. After she had recovered and was less sensitive, she rubbed those wet lips up and down my length. I kissed her right nipple after I released it, and leaned back to spread her legs. I had to watch when my throbbing cock took her pussy for the first time.
We both groaned as it spread her open and slid inside. She was soaked, and that sweet pussy welcomed me in. She was surprisingly tight. That made me realize that she had not had sex in a long time. I prepared myself mentally, to make sure that I made this last as long as possible. I wanted this first time to be special for her.
It was the kind of dumb thing that guys think, I know. For her, this had already been incredibly special. She was sobbing into my neck when I finally collapsed on top of her and filled her pussy with a load of my thick cream. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother shift in the doorway as she pulled her hand out of her shorts. She had been watching for some time, and had come when I did.
I expected her to leave, so I was surprised when she approached the bed instead. Of course, Barbara was even more surprised. I felt her body jerk beneath me when she saw my mother standing by the bed. Once again, her eyes were wide with surprise. Mom smiled down at us.
"You two were so beautiful together," she said. She shook her head and her smile was beautiful. "I hope you don't mind, Barbara, but I just had to see it for myself."
"You...you don't mind?" Barbara stammered.
"Of course not," Mom replied, leaning over and rubbing my exposed back gently. "I have to admit, I am really turned on right now, just from watching the two of you. I love you both, but Paul is my son. You are his step-mom." She leaned in, and her voice had heat to it. "He can put a baby in you, Barbara."
My cock lurched inside her, and Barbara groaned, "Oh, God."
The idea had all three of us turned on. Barbara seemed a little embarrassed and shy about Mom watching. She blushed, and I felt her tight vaginal walls tightening around me. She let out a soft little "oh" when she felt me hardening and lengthening inside her. She shivered, and her nipples crinkled up and hardened when I slowly pulled back and then slid my throbbing length in to the hilt and held it there.
"You're so lucky, Barbara," my mother breathed. "I wish I had nice, big breasts like yours. Paul must get so hard for you when he sees them." She reached out her right hand tentatively. "May I?" she asked.
Barbara nodded almost imperceptibly, and then my mother's hand tenderly closed on her breast and gave it a soft squeeze. She gently played with my step-mom's nipples and it was impossible for me to tear my eyes from that sexy sight. Barbara's breathing quickened and she moaned softly. Only then did I realize that I had resumed fucking her.
It was as if my hips had a mind of their own, driving my cock in and out of that marvelously tight sheath. She's your mom, too, Paul, my mother's words replayed in my mind, show her that you love her. I groaned softly as I took her sweet mommy-pussy and filled it with hard cock. He can put a baby in you, Barbara. It was too much for me. I was thinking of the term 'baby batter' as I filled her pussy with as much of the stuff as my balls could feed her.
I looked down at her aroused face, her nipples hard as my mother played with them, and locked my eyes onto hers. "I hope you want my baby, Barbara. I plan to put one in you."
"Yes!" she cried out. She wrapped her legs around me tightly, and pulled me to her for a smoldering kiss. My mother's hand was trapped between our bodies and we shook through an amazing, loving climax.
My mother joined us on the bed, once she could extricate her hand. She sat against the headboard and played with her pussy, talking dirty the whole time she watched us. Barbara was on her knees facing her while I plowed her pussy from behind and squeezed and spanked her shapely bottom. Barbara leaked our mingled fluids the entire time, in a near-constant state of climax.
I was so aroused just from the aroma of their wet pussies that I felt perpetually on the edge of that next shattering orgasm. I never quite got there, though. I was just too drained—physically and emotionally—and was still exhausted from the past week. Eventually, I wore poor Barbara out and we collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty puddle of satiated flesh.
My mother's wide eyes met mine, and I had to look down to figure out what had her shaken like that. Barbara's face was pressed into my mother's crotch, and her labored breathing and groans were going right into my mother's aroused pussy. She blushed and shook as it got her off. When Barbara realized where her mouth was, she apologized—right into my mother's quivering pussy.
"I'm so sorry, Monica," she moaned softly. Then she gave the crotch of my mother's shorts a soft little kiss. "I'm just too exhausted to move right now."
I managed to find the strength to slide my body off of hers, and pulled her down the bed enough to give her room to breathe. I looked up at my mother. Her face was flushed with her arousal, and her nipples poked out through her bra and blouse. I don't think I had seen them that hard before, even when she had been crying out in orgasm. She looked embarrassed as our eyes locked once again.
I was too tired to do anything other than slump onto my side on the bed. Darkness closed in and I slept, curled up around Barbara's shapely backside. I slept on when they got up and gently covered my unconscious body. It was dark in the room when I awoke several hours later. The only illumination came around the closed bedroom door. It took me a few minutes to work out where I was, and my eyes searched around the room until they settled on the small alarm clock.
It was ten-thirty. My stomach growled at me, and I realized I had awakened when I did because I was famished, not because I was caught up on my sleep. I found the switch on the bedside lamp and clicked it on, planning to dress before leaving the room. My clothes weren't on the floor where I expected to see them. Glancing around, I realized they were gone.
I quietly opened the bedroom door, and peered down the hallway. My mom and step-mom were talking quietly over coffee at the dining room table. Our bags and the cooler were gone. I would have no choice but to ask them before I could get dressed. I walked toward them, and my mother saw me. There was a twinkle in her eye.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said jokingly. Barbara turned and grinned as she looked at me. Evidently I was the only one uncomfortable with the fact that I was naked.
"My clothes have disappeared," I said. "I was going to get dressed and see about something to eat, but..." I made a helpless gesture with my hands.
It looked like they were going to make a suggestion about what I could eat, but then my stomach cut loose with a very loud grumble. They both got wide-eyed and then they realized how late it was. They were both apologetic as Barbara headed into the kitchen to find some food for me, and Mom led me into the guest bedroom to show me where my clothes were.
I was ravenous when I finally sat down to eat. It took me a few minutes before I realized that I was jamming food into my gullet like some wild animal. I sat up and carefully chewed and swallowed the mouthful of food.
"Sorry," I said, "I was so hungry I forgot where I was." I proceeded to cut and chew mechanically as I looked back and forth between the two sexy women.
I had missed something important while I was sleeping. Mom and Barbara were both dying to tell me, but couldn't figure out how to break it to me. I set down my fork, took a long drink of milk, and then set the glass down.
"Okay, what did I miss?" I asked, folding my hands in my lap and sitting still.
They exchanged a startled look and still could not figure out what to say. I turned to Barbara, guessing that they both knew what had happened. I figured she would appreciate the opportunity. "Barbara, please tell me what happened," I said. She looked at my mom, and she nodded her approval.
"I came out to help Monica put away your things," she said. "I picked up the cooler, and the shopping bag fell open on the table. I went to pick it up, and was shocked at what was in there. It wasn't until I noticed that the box from that lube was empty that I put it together, though."
I looked from her to my mother. Her expression seemed torn between shame and relief. I looked back at Barbara and nodded.
"I was just planning to move your clothes into my bedroom," she continued softly, "but when I figured out that it would not just be me you were sleeping with, I figured I shouldn't push my luck."
"Okay," I said calmly, "that's one less secret between us. Mom, did you tell Barbara what is really going on with Theresa?"
That caught both of them off guard. Mom sucked in a breath and her eyes flared open briefly. She calmed down and looked at both of us. "No," she said quietly. "I am still not sure how to tell you this, Paul. I certainly hadn't thought about sharing it with Barbara. No offense!" That last was directed at Barbara. She didn't appear to know whether she should be offended or not.
Mom appeared to struggle internally for a while. Finally she turned to me and said, "It's about the letter."
"Theresa saw the letter?" I asked.
"What letter?" Barbara asked.
Mom was already on her feet and on her way into the guest room to retrieve it. She set the envelope on the table in front of Barbara and told her what she had told me.
"I realized two years ago that I had feelings for Paul. I wrote this letter for him, but I couldn't bring myself to actually give it to him until earlier today."
I resumed eating and we both watched Barbara's face intently while she read the letter. When she finished reading, she stood up. "I think I would like a glass of wine," she announced. "Would either of you like one?"
That actually sounded good and I said so. Mom also nodded. She and Barbara each quickly drained a half glass before sitting back and sighing. I finished my late supper and washed it down with a nice long sip of wine. It was a nice blush, not too fruity, and it went down smoothly without a bitter aftertaste.
Barbara spoke up then. "So, did Theresa find the letter and read it?"
"No, I wound up giving it to her to read," Mom replied. "Theresa came home from the university last year, over the winter break, and she was in tears. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that Mike had proposed to her. At the time, they had been dating for three months, and they had just moved in together. I could not figure out why she was upset and crying. It sounded like that should be good news.
"'I thought you loved Mike,' I said. 'Did he do something to hurt you?' 'Oh, Mom, it's nothing like that. Mike is a great guy. It's just that...I realized that I love someone else. I can't marry Mike.'
"I really had to coax the rest out of her. She was so adamant that she could never tell anyone about this dream guy of hers that I figured it out from the way she described him." She fixed her eyes on me and went on, "He was tall and strong and kind. He had been there for her whenever she was scared or in trouble. She only realized after he went away just how much she loved him—how much she needed him. After that guy, nobody else stood a chance."
I swallowed another lump in my throat. I looked at Barbara, and there were tears in her eyes.
"I convinced her not to break up with Mike, but I got up and got the letter from that secret spot in my closet where I had hidden it a year before. I let her read it, and then we knew the truth. We were in love with the same man." She reached across the table and entwined her fingers in mine, squeezing my hand.
I looked at my mom lovingly and then my eyes went wide when that bombshell finally hit home. Theresa felt the same way? Oh my God! When did that happen? How...then I had that montage playing through my head, of all the times I had held her in my arms, stood up for her, bandaged her injured knee, comforted her after her first heartbreak. I had always loved my little sister. I just didn't know if I felt the same way about her that she did about me.
I looked at Barbara's tear-streaked face, and knew in that instant that I would be as unable to resist my lovely sister as I had my mother and step-mother. After we finished our wine, both women joined me in Barbara's bed. Barbara played with her pussy and moaned while she watched my mother lovingly suck my cock. After that, Barbara rode my cock while my mother sat on my face and I feasted on her heavenly pussy.
Once I had recovered, Mom lubricated my cock and rode me 'reverse cowgirl', letting Barbara watch up close as my hard dick filled her tight, sexy bottom. When I heard my mother gasp and felt her shaking on top of me, I knew that Barbara had been unable to resist that sweet pussy. It was an intense hour for the three of us, and then we fell asleep. I had one sleeping mommy head on each shoulder, and lay there expecting to be awake for a while. Instead, I zonked out shortly after they did.
I did wake up before them in the morning, and carefully extricated myself from their tangled bodies to make my way to the bathroom. After relieving my bladder and washing my hands, I walked out to the dining room to see that fateful letter still sitting on the table. I folded it carefully and put it in the envelope, and then went into the guest room to stash it in my bag. I considered putting on fresh clothes, but the ones on the floor of the other bedroom had scarcely been worn.
I quietly snuck back in to get dressed, but not quietly enough. Mom startled the hell out of me when she reached out and loudly smacked my bottom. I turned to find both sexy mommies grinning at me. It would be another couple of hours before the three of us were ready to get out of that wonderful bed to get something to eat. Solid food, I mean.
I did the 'porn for women' bit, wearing only an apron as I cooked breakfast for them. I would have done it completely nude, but frying bacon naked...that's dicey at best. We had a lot of fun, joking with each other and flirting while we ate. All three of us barely fit in the bathtub at the same time, so Barbara stepped out and let us shower first. She peeked in around the shower curtain to watch when I pushed Mom up against the tile tub surround and took her from behind. After that, it was Barbara's turn.
We were a bit somber after we had dried each other off. I wore my dress uniform, and my moms wore conservative black dresses. Barbara drove us to the cemetery and I have to admit to feeling a little shaky as I approached my father's grave. Fortunately, years of discipline in that uniform hid my feelings. Both women wept openly when I stood to attention, addressing my father's headstone, and gave him a crisp salute. After that moment of respect, I took a knee beside his grave and spoke softly.
"I don't know if you can hear me, Dad," I said, "but I miss you. I was looking forward to visiting with you here for years to come. I wanted my kids to know their grandfather. Mostly, though, I am going to miss our talks." I looked up and saw that Mom and Barbara were standing a respectful distance back, giving me this moment of privacy. Even in those long black dresses, they were breathtaking.
"You sure knew how to pick them, Dad," I murmured. "I had no idea what an amazing woman Barbara was until yesterday. I always knew Mom was amazing. I promise I will do my best to take care of them for you." A single tear rolled down my cheek as I read his name on that slab of stone one more time. I stood to attention, making sure my dress cap was squared away before giving him one final salute. "Wherever you are...I hope you're happy, sir."
I turned crisply and marched over to my moms, offering each of them an arm and walking them back to the car. As soon as we had driven out of the cemetery, I caught a familiar whiff in the enclosed vehicle. I looked at Barbara, sitting next to me, and then back over my shoulder at Mom in the back seat. "Did you...?" I asked.
I ran my hand up Barbara's leg, under her dress. She squealed when my fingers found her pussy. I then reached back between the seats. Mom tried to squirm away, but my hand forced its way between her thighs to find her wet pussy was likewise unencumbered with panties. I shook my head and gave them a stern look of disapproval.
"I can't believe you two!" I said. "Not wearing panties to my dad's grave? That is so disrespectful!"
"Oh, come on now," Barbara retorted playfully, "your dad loved it when I didn't wear panties for him."
"Same here," my mother chimed in from the back seat. "He would have been happy that we showed up like this for him."
"Hmm," I pursed my lips and looked back and forth between my naughty mommies. "I must have inherited that from him, then." I licked my fingers clean of their combined, tasty juices and grinned afterwards. They both shivered when I did that.
We went out, still dressed that way, to grab lunch at a restaurant. I always find it a bit amusing how people react to seeing me in that uniform. I have a chest full of ribbons and medals, but civilians have no idea what any of them really represent. Even older veterans would be guessing at half of the stuff I had been recognized for doing. Still, the staff at the restaurant was very courteous. Our young waitress was conciliatory when we mentioned paying respects to my departed father.
The overpowering aroma of the women around me let me know that they were all turned on by the sight of me in my uniform. That included the waitress, and it made me wonder if she was likewise 'going commando' as she served the customers their lunch. That got a little rise out of me.
An older couple stopped briefly at our table on their way out of the restaurant. The gentleman extended his hand and I stood to shake it. "We all appreciate your service," he said sincerely. Around us, several other customers nodded their approval.
"You're welcome, sir," I replied, "I was proud to serve our country. I did my best to represent you honorably. I hope you and your lovely wife have a great day."
It was a little speech I had worked on over the years. They ate it up, beaming at the way it made them feel when I gave them that speech. I realized when I sat back down that neither my mother nor Barbara had ever heard me give that speech before. Mom leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I am so fucking wet for you right now." Barbara squeezed my thigh beneath the tablecloth and nodded her agreement.
As much as they loved seeing me in that uniform, it was clear they could not wait to tear it off of me.
While we waited for our food to arrive, my mother realized that she had turned off her cell phone and reached into her purse to find her phone and turn it back on. Barbara had done the same thing, and she likewise retrieved her phone. Both women looked a little alarmed when they saw that they had missed multiple phone calls and had text messages. All of them were from Theresa.
"I'll call her," Mom said softly, getting up from the table to step outside for that call.
I looked over at Barbara, who was reading the text messages. "Theresa and Mike evidently showed up at your mom's house unannounced," she said. "They freaked out to find the place empty, even though both your cars were in the driveway. She called and texted me to ask if I had heard from you guys lately. That was an hour ago." She looked up at me and shook her head. "That must have been right after I turned off my phone. We weren't out that long."
Our food arrived before my mother returned. Our waitress was joined by the restaurant manager, who quietly thanked me for my service. Again I stood to shake his hand, but I didn't want to use the same prepared speech; everyone around me had heard it and it would not sound sincere if I said the same thing again.
"It was an honor, sir," I murmured softly. The way his eyes kept mine, I knew that he was a veteran as well. We exchanged a respectful nod. "The meal is on us," he said quietly. "Any time you want to come back, you have earned a discount."
I nodded and grinned. "I'll pay for the drinks," I said. He grinned back, appreciating that I wasn't taking unfair advantage of his generosity. I appreciated that he wasn't making a big deal of offering a free meal to a veteran to garner publicity.
Mom returned to the table, and the manager nodded respectfully with a polite "ma'am" before leaving us to our meal. As we ate, she updated us on my sister. "Theresa and Mike are at my house," she said. "She has a key, so they were able to get in just fine. Apparently, though, we left in a hurry and it looked that way to her. She worried for a bit when I didn't answer my phone. Mike tried to calm her down, but she just kept picturing the worst-case scenario."
She took a bite and chewed it for a bit, swallowing and taking a drink before continuing. "I told her you would call them after lunch," she said to Barbara. "They want to come down and visit, but I didn't want to speak for you. It is your house, after all."
Barbara smiled at her and shook her head. "I look forward to talking with her," she said. She didn't have to say that Mom could have invited them without offending her, but she appreciated the gesture for what it was.
The food was excellent, and I made sure to thank the manager before we left. I also got his business card. We would have to hang out and share war stories over drinks some time.
Back at Barbara's house, those hot women were all over me. They were not in a hurry to get me out of my uniform; it was quite the turn-on for them to sit in my lap and make out with me while I was wearing it. Barbara sat in my lap first and wiggled her sexy butt on my crotch. We both watched my mother strip out of her black dress. She had not worn anything beneath it. Her naked body once again took my breath away.
She knelt between my legs and pulled out my rampant erection. She moaned and sucked it while Barbara gave me another marvelous show. She had worn a lacy bra beneath her dress, and she took her time to sexily remove it. They loved rubbing their naked bodies against my dress uniform until one of my medals jabbed Barbara in her right boob. I kissed the red mark tenderly, and then stood to give them a show as I slowly removed that uniform. They cheered me on and made wolf whistles. It was great fun.
We tumbled back into the big bed in Barbara's room. We made love for hours that time. There was no sense of urgency, and we were relaxed in each other's company. Barbara urged me to fill Mom's ass with a load of cum, and Mom shrieked as her orgasm tore through her. Between my cock in her asshole and Barbara's mouth on her clitoris, she had "felt like you were taking me over the moon just then."
She took her time recovering, and then went into the bathroom while Barbara and I lay in the bed, kissing and cuddling. Mom smiled at us and watched for a bit before sliding into the bed and curling up behind Barbara. She kissed my step-mom's neck and squeezed her ass while I sucked Barbara's nipples and teased her pussy. Finally my mother spoke up.
"I need to see a doctor, so I can get back on birth control," she said. "Can you recommend someone, Barbara?"
"My doctor is good," she replied, "We can probably see her today. Let me check."
She kissed me, and then rolled over and kissed my mother before sliding out of the bed and grabbing her phone from her dresser. The three of us got dressed and went to the doctor's office a half-hour later. I sat in the waiting room and read a recent Sports Illustrated cover to cover while waiting for them. The doctor had let both women into her office at the same time.
After that, we stopped at a pharmacy so that my mother could get her pills and then we went to a restaurant for dinner. They had apparently discussed dinner while they were with the doctor, and had ordered ahead. I started to get out of the car, but it was one of those 'curbside to go' things. A younger guy brought two big bags full of our food, and we were on our way back home.
With the exception of meals, we spent almost all of our time naked in bed together for that night and the next day. Barbara groaned when her phone went off the next evening. "Could you please answer that for me?" she gasped to my mother. Mom nodded and smiled, sliding from the bed to answer the call. She understood completely. Barbara was getting her sweet ass filled with my fat dick for the first time, and really didn't want to stop for anything.
Mom stepped out and closed the door behind her, so that Barbara's moans and grunts would not be heard over the phone. After the call, she stopped just inside the doorway and watched, squeezing one hard nipple while stroking her clit vigorously. Once again, she came when I did. She came over and stroked Barbara's cheek softly. "You two looked incredible," she murmured. "How do you feel?"
"Oh my God! I'm still coming!" Barbara gasped. My cock lurched and shot another rope of semen into her tight ass when my mother leaned in and kissed her hungrily.
Afterward, Mom announced that Mike and my sister would be arriving within the hour. "We probably ought to shower and get dressed before they get here."
I toyed with the idea of putting my dress uniform back on, but decided that would not be fair to Mike. I put it on a hangar and put the plastic from the dry cleaners back over it, hanging it in the guest room closet. I did give some thought to what I should wear. Theresa would need some time alone with Mom and Barbara. They had a lot to share. I would need to take Mike out somewhere while they did that. I settled on khaki shorts and a polo shirt, acceptable attire pretty much anywhere in south Florida.
I had met Mike twice before, although I had barely talked with the guy. Both times, it had been while I was home on leave, and my attention and time were taken up with trying to get laid. While I was getting dressed, I reflected that I couldn't really picture him at all. When my sister arrived with her boyfriend in tow, I wanted to take a good look at the guy, to get his face clear in my mind. I did not get that chance then.
Theresa damn near tackled me on the front lawn as soon as she arrived. She exploded out of the passenger side of the car and launched herself into my arms. I staggered back two steps to regain my balance, and she peppered my face with kisses. I hugged her tightly, and she sighed into my neck. Then I finally did get a good look at Mike, over her shoulder.
He wore a wistful smile as he shook his head softly. Mike was a tall guy with broad shoulders. He wore glasses, but they looked sharp on his angular face. He had light brown hair shot through with blonde, and I had to admit he was a good-looking fellow. I had wanted to extend a warm welcome to Mike; to shake his hand and let him know that I was a friend. Theresa made that impossible. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me in a full-body hug. I gave Mike an apologetic smile before turning to carry my sister into the house.
I realized that Theresa was shaking once I stepped inside. The warmth of her tears on my neck made my own eyes water. I squeezed her tightly to me as sobs wracked her body.
"Hey, it's okay," I murmured softly.
"I was so scared, Paul," she sobbed. "I was terrified I would never see you again."
Her body slipped down mine just a bit, and I adjusted my arms to hold her. My right hand slid down her back, and she let out a little gasp of surprise when my hand cupped her bottom. I resumed walking through the living room. I heard Mom and Barbara behind me, talking with Mike about the drive. Theresa's eyes went wide when she heard Mike's voice. She looked at my face and leaned in to kiss me before relaxing her hold and sliding down my body to set her feet back on the floor.
I released her with a smile. "It's good to see you too," I whispered. She beamed up at me, and we sat together on one of the recliners. It was a little distracting, the way she played with my hand the whole time.
Mike sat between our moms on the couch, and they asked him questions about the drive, about school, about his family. Mike seemed to be alright at the center of their attention, and answered their questions. He told a couple of humorous stories about school and his older brother. It didn't seem to rattle him when Barbara squeezed his thigh, or when Mom gently rubbed his shoulder.
They like this guy, I realized. Mike has already proved himself to Mom and Barbara. They want to accept him as their son-in-law. They have been waiting for me and my sister to give our approval.
I turned to look at Theresa then. Obviously, it was all up to her, and she was the one who had a problem.
Me.
I regarded Mike again. His hands were moving animatedly as he finished his story.
"So Charles says to the officer, 'You see, sir, I had nothing to do with that bank robbery.' And the policeman nods and says, 'That's a great story, Charles. Your car's on fire.' Charles turns and, sure enough, his car is shooting flames out of the trunk. Eventually the fire department got the fire out, but that car was toast."
It was a funny story, and Mike told it well. I had to laugh, but Mom and Barbara were in tears from how hard they had been laughing. Theresa had a soft smile on her face, which let me know she had heard this story before. I was trying to figure out how to invite Mike out without making it seem too contrived. Then I realized that it didn't matter. If he was going to be family, he deserved a more honest approach. I cleared my throat, and extricated myself from Theresa's legs before standing up.
"Mike, we need to go," I said simply. "I know you just finished driving, so would you like to drive or should I?"
"Where are we going?" he asked as he stood up.
I shrugged. "I hadn't worked that out. Are you hungry?"
"A little," he admitted, and then he stopped. I turned and saw what he did. All three women were staring at us.
"You have your cell phone, right?" I asked Mike. He nodded. I turned back to address my sister. "Give us a call when you're ready for us to come home. I promise we won't get too crazy."
"What if I want to get crazy?" Mike chuckled. I had to smile at that lopsided grin. I closed the front door behind us.
"Mike, if this goes the way I think it will, there will be all the crazy the two of us can handle." He stopped and looked at me, and I shrugged. "I'm not sure how that's going to work out," I went on, "just trust me, we need to be ready for anything when they summon us back here."
"Okay," he said slowly. "What should we do in the meantime? I guess we shouldn't go for a big meal while we're waiting, and it's a little early for a bar."
"Do you shoot pool?" I asked.
"A little," he replied. "I'm not amazing or anything."
"Good," I laughed, "neither am I."
It took longer than we liked for us to find a pool hall. That was something that had changed since I went in the service; those used to be everywhere. Mike and I each had a beer to wash down a huge pretzel, and we talked while we knocked pool balls around a table. We were not good at getting them into the pockets.
"Okay, this is a little embarrassing," Mike said with a shake of his head. "I used to be better at this, I swear."
"You and me both, brother," I replied, lining up my next shot. After that horrible miss, I glared at the traitorous pool cue in my hand. Once again, I looked down the length of the stick while rotating it slowly. It looked straight enough; it just didn't shoot straight. I put it back on the wall rack and got a new stick.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Mike asked. I knew who "they" were, obviously. I looked him over carefully and realized that he was nervous. In his position, I'm sure I would have been too.
I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. I hoped the gesture was reassuring. Before saying anything, I looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. When I spoke, I kept my voice low.
"I'm pretty sure they are deciding our future. Mike, I heard that you proposed to my sister last year. Can you tell me how that went down?"
He sighed. Clearly that was not a pleasant memory. "I got the ring," he started.
"Do you still have it?" I asked, cutting him off. He nodded.
"It's in the glove box of the car," he said. I nodded.
"Sorry," I said, "but you might want to have that handy."
"Really?" his eyes were wide. Once again, I just nodded. That had him reeling—literally. Once again I put my hand on his shoulder, this time to steady him.
"Sorry, man," I said. "Let's finish this game, and then we can sit out front and talk for a bit."
The funny thing was, with his mind completely distracted, Mike ran the table. I had to laugh.
"Shark!" I accused him, laughing. "You were going to sucker me into putting money on the game, weren't you?"
He saw I was kidding, and laughed along. We gathered up the balls and returned them to the bar, taking our beers onto the front porch of the place. It was set up for the cigarette smokers, and nobody questioned us sitting there with our beers. Mike took a long swig and looked at me.
"You know your sister is crazy about you," he said softly. "I understand why, from everything she has told me. It's not that I'm jealous, I just wish..." His eyes were a little distant. Clearly, this was something he had thought about quite a bit. "I wish I could have known you guys when we were younger. Then maybe I could have been her hero."
"It's not too late for that," I answered. I took a sip of my beer before I went on. "You can still be her hero, but then she'll have two. Can you live with that?"
He looked at me for a long moment before he answered. "I love your sister, Paul. Do you really think I can be her hero? I don't think I could do what you did, join the Army—"
"Oh, don't you dare!" I cut him off. "You will be her hero because you don't join the Army and abandon her. We all loved our dad, but he was gone more often than he was around. I became her hero in his absence. It never occurred to me until I was gone that I was following in my dad's footsteps, that way. I'm back from that world, Mike, and I don't plan to make the same mistake again. If you marry my sister and join our family, you have to know all of that."
He nodded, letting me know that he understood. We finished our beers and took the bottles back inside. We were contemplating having another when Mike's phone went off. He looked apprehensive when he answered it. I grinned and gave him a thumbs-up, which earned me a smile.
Hell, I liked Mike. I was rooting for the guy. He was smart, he was fun, and he loved my sister. If this worked out, he would be the younger brother I never had. As a result, I was nervous for him when we got back to the house. I popped open the glove box and found the box with the ring in it. When I handed it to him, the symbolism wasn't lost on either of us.
"You should put that in your pocket," I instructed. He licked his lips nervously and slid the little black box into the pocket of his shorts. I couldn't help but be a jackass, then. "And you should fix your hair, it looks like shit."
He almost yanked the rearview mirror off, pulling it over to look at his hair. His eyes were wild until he saw my face. Then they narrowed. "You're an asshole," he accused.
I laughed, and then leaned over to give him a hug. "Welcome to the family, Mike," I said. I clapped my right hand in the middle of his back, and heard him cough out a "thanks" before we got out of the car and marched up to the house.
Mike wound up holding onto that ring for a while before he needed it.
Theresa was starry-eyed and that look was entirely for me. Mike and I exchanged a look and a shrug, and he wandered out to the kitchen to help the moms with lunch. Theresa missed it, but I watched as both women embraced him. I hadn't prepared him for that. I wasn't really prepared either, when Theresa fiercely gripped my hand and led me into the guest room. I gulped when she locked the door behind us.
"Mom said she finally gave you the letter," she breathed. "And she told you that I feel the same way."
I nodded, taking in the obvious arousal emanating from my sister. I wished that I had either gone with a soda or brushed my teeth. I didn't want to smell and taste like beer for this important moment. Theresa didn't seem to care when her tongue entered my mouth. She was frantic at first, and I knew I needed to calm her down. This was too important to rush. I put my arms on her shoulders and pushed her to arm's length.
"Let me see you," I breathed. Her eyes were on fire. She nodded and her hands flew to unbutton her blouse. "Take your time," I added, and she nodded again. I pulled my own shirt off over my head and set it next to me when I sat on the bed.
I watched my sister remove her blouse. She was shy when she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her nipples stood out proudly from those mouth-watering globes. "Perfect," I whispered to her. She blushed, but her smile was dazzling. She dropped her shorts, and then slid into my lap once again. The crotch of her thong was visibly drenched and the aroma was sensational. I devoured her breasts and listened to her sexy moans while she dry-humped my cock through my shorts.
As much as I wanted to take my time, this moment had been years in the making and she had very little patience. Theresa urgently unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my hips and slid the shorts and boxers down. Before I could even get them off, she had pulled her panties to the side and slid my hard cock up into her juicy pussy.
"Hey!" I got out, before she locked tongues with me once again and hungrily fucked my cock. My sister's pussy was incredibly tight, almost as tight as Barbara's ass had been just hours earlier. She looked so damned sexy, writhing on top of me like that. We broke off the kiss and both sucked in air, and then she pushed me onto my back.
Theresa looked incredible as she rode me, her breasts bouncing in time with her urgent thrusts up and down. She looked even more amazing when that first orgasm ripped through her body. I was a little worried that her passionate cries would bring Mike running to investigate.
Now, my sister is very petite, right around five feet tall with her shoes on. I was always able to lift her easily. She groaned softly in protest when I lifted her off of my lap. I was able to kick my shorts and boxers off, and then I turned on the bed and pulled my sister's tasty pussy to my hungry mouth. I loved looking up at her naked body while I ate her, and her expression had my cock throbbing behind her sexy bottom. She shook through a second climax and then weakly pressed on my forehead until I released her.
"Damn," she hissed, "you are even better at that than I dreamed." She was shaking as she pulled her thong down her shapely legs.
I rolled onto my side and renewed my oral assault on that sweet pussy. I was delighted at the way she moaned around the head of my cock. Once again, we were urgent as we slurped on each other noisily. She choked on me slightly and had to pull her head back when I buried my tongue inside her. My hands seized her tight little buttocks and I drove her into my face and fucked her with my tongue.
After that intense session, she rolled away off the bed to escape my ravenous mouth. She leaned on the side of the bed and panted for a bit before she could speak.
"Dammit," she groaned, "I was supposed to be the one getting you off, Paul. My mouth and pussy were supposed to be irresistible, and you..." She shook her head. I understood; she had fantasized about this for years, and it wasn't going the way she thought it would.
I rolled over and slid out of the bed. Theresa squealed when I grabbed her up and tossed her onto the bed. My hands closed on her ankles and spread her legs wide open as I crawled up between them.
"You've been teasing me with this sweet little pussy for years," I growled at her, "and now I'm going to take it!"
"Yes!" she cried, as my cock thrust into her.
I wasn't gentle with her, but she didn't want gentle. She wanted me to take her violently, and I did. Her lacy little ankle socks shook crazily in the air as I pounded her pussy. Again and again she cried out in orgasm. She looked irresistibly sexy, and then it was my turn. I buried my cock in her and groaned as my balls clenched up. I came hard in my sister's tight pussy, loving the way it squeezed and milked my shaft.
"That was more like it," she sighed. Her eyes were filled with happiness. I leaned down to kiss her, and slowly pumped my hips as more and more semen flowed into her. My head shook involuntarily as the last few pulses left my balls. "I love that," she whispered.
I slid to my side next to her. "You love what? Me shaking helplessly as that amazing pussy of yours drains me?"
"Exactly," she grinned.
"Good," I said, leaning over to kiss her breast, "because I love it too."
Then it occurred to me that we had been pretty loud. Mike should have broken down the door to check on Theresa when he heard her crying out. My brow furrowed. What was going on out there? Now that we were being quiet, I thought I heard moaning coming from the other side of that locked door.
"Theresa," I said quietly, "What about Mike? Do you love him?"
"I do," she replied slowly. She reached over to cup my face. "It's just that I have always wanted...this." She leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her right back.
"I never really got to know Mike before today," I said after that lingering kiss. "I like the guy. We should go check on him, you know."
Theresa was reluctant to get out of the bed, but she followed my lead. We dressed and stepped out of the guest room, and the moans coming from Barbara's room were clearly audible as we walked quietly to that doorway.
"Mom? Mike?!?" Theresa gasped. The scene that I expected to see had my sister shocked.
Mike was kneeling in the bed behind our mother, pumping in and out of her from behind. They were facing us, as was Barbara. She was behind Mike on the bed, pressing her breasts into his back and rubbing his chest while whispering into his ear. I turned to my sister as I unzipped my shorts.
"It looks like Mike will fit right into this family," I said. I pulled out my dick, still glazed with my cum and Theresa's pussy juice, and fed it to my mother's eager mouth.
Mike had slowed his stroking hips, but never quite stopped. I grinned at him in encouragement, and he resumed giving Mom's pussy the cock she needed. I pulled Theresa to my side so she could watch.
"It's really up to you, sis," I continued in a conversational tone as I began face-fucking Mom. "Either you can marry Mike, or he'll wind up marrying Mom. Will he be your husband...or your step-dad when he fucks you and gets you pregnant?"
They all heard me, and they all looked at me like they couldn't believe I had said such a thing. Nor could they believe how turned on they were at the idea. Mike shook as he filled my mother's hungry pussy with a load of cum. She inhaled my cock to the root and moaned loudly around it before pulling her head back to announce what we had all seen.
"Mike's coming inside me!" she gasped. My cock had been cleaned thoroughly, and my mom's eyes lit on my sister's. "You still have a load of Paul's sperm in your pussy, don't you?"
Theresa nodded, and then she gasped when our mother began to strip off my sister's shorts. Before she could form a real protest, Theresa was on her back with her legs spread wide. Mom was hungrily slurping that load out of her. Theresa shook and groaned as her pussy was drained. Then Mom lowered her hips onto my sister's face and began feeding her Mike's cream from her freshly-fucked pussy.
Mike and I watched that hot scene unfold from opposite ends of Barbara. My step-mom eagerly slurped Mike's messy cock into her mouth as I fed mine into her horny pussy from behind. Mike's legs shook noticeably when Barbara picked up speed on his shaft. I slid out of Barbara and had her turn around, "Mike's legs are going to give out," I said. "Mike, you get over here, and I'll take that spot."
"Okay," he said. He moaned as Barbara buried her face in his lap. I held her hips steady as I fed my cock into her wet pussy once again.
"One thing is for sure," I muttered, "we're going to need a bigger bed."
* * *
We wound up getting two massive super-king-sized beds to go in the much bigger bedrooms of our new house. It was in a state none of us had lived in before, so it didn't draw unwanted attention when I married my father's widow. Just as we had done for Theresa on her wedding night, Barbara got to be the epicenter of all the sex the night of our wedding. Mike and I took turns filling her mouth, pussy and asshole with our hard cocks, while Mom and Theresa worshipped her hard nipples, stroked and kissed her body, or slurped a fresh batch of cum out of her pussy or ass.
On the next anniversary of my parents' wedding, it was Mom's turn at the center of attention. Her favorite was when I fucked her ass while she sucked Mike off, with Theresa licking her pussy. Barbara spread Mike's ass and she drove her tongue up inside him until he exploded in Mom's mouth. That was too much visual stimulation to go along with my mother's incredible, tight asshole. I unloaded inside her with a loud series of grunts, and she moaned and swallowed while my sister feasted on her flowing nectar.
The insurance companies had eventually paid a lot of money for my dad's fatal accident. His life insurance came first, and then the insurance companies of the other two big-rig drivers had settled with the family. We had sold my mom's old house, as well as Barbara's. None of us needed to work, and every day we had as much sex as we could manage.
* * *
We were pretty careful so that I would not get my mother or sister pregnant, but it is still possible that at least one of my sister's kids is mine. Mom's little boy, my youngest brother, is the spitting image of Mike. Barbara had four children, and we're pretty sure all of them are mine. Not that it matters, really, since all of the kids are healthy.
We all love all of those kids and take care of them equally. It boggles my mind to think about it sometimes. So often in my own childhood, I only had Mom to look to for advice. These kids have three moms and two dads available any time they need help. I just hope we don't mess them up too badly by loving them too much.
Well, that and the "I've got three moms and two dads" thing when they get to school. That could be an issue. For now, though, we are all one big, blissfully happy family.