"This is the honeymoon I never had." Mom said as I joined her back on the couch, the upstairs one, with fresh coffee for both of us.
"You and dad had a honeymoon." I had heard stories of it for years, well years before the marriage fell apart.
"We had a hiking trip where we stayed in a tent and walked practically from dawn until dusk. I was younger back then, I thought that it was a great adventure, but this..." Motioning around us. "Well if this was a tropical local it would be perfect. Either way, this is where I want to be. Doing nothing but watching nonsense TV, reading a book, and having my handsome young husband fetch me anything I could want."
"I don't think a son could be a husband." Joking, even though I understood what she was saying, or thought I did.
"I'm too old to get married again."
"You're not old and you're certainly not too old to get married." I would have pointed out that grandma had just gotten remarried, but it was dad's mom and they had never gotten along in the best parts of the marriage, afterwards they'd had no reason to pretend.
"You always know the right thing to say." Shifting on the couch, after putting her coffee onto the table that gave it its name, to kiss my chest while staring up at me with those gray eyes. "Except it kinda sounds like you're saying you wouldn't want to be married to me?"
"I'm saying there is no state or country that would allow that."
"We could... We could just think of ourselves that way."
"Like...Roleplay?" I asked, sort of amused by the idea, besides the obvious mom/son thing it didn't seem like there was a kinky thrill to be had out of two lovers pretending to be married.
"No. Like... promises and... Love. I love you and I don't think there is another guy out there that I want to be with. Who says two people need to be in front of priests and parishioners to..."
"That sounds like a really boring version of D&D."
"I don't know what that means and... I'm being serious." Running her hand into the slit of my boxers she grabbed hold of my dick, a tight hold. "You be serious too."
"Okay! I agree, I don't think marriage has to be before clergy and..." The slight squeeze she gave me was warning enough, not that she would actually hurt me but that she was indeed not joking around. Instead of finishing my joke of Clergy and Crowds I diverted to, "Witnesses." The grip loosened. "And I love you but..." I did not say I was twenty-five because not only had mom been younger than that when she got married but me mentioning my age would make her think about hers. "But this is only our second day together. We can't talk marriage until like..."
"Fourteen dates?" She asked, not at random either, seeing my curiosity she went on. "That's usually months of being together. You have to at least talk about marriage and kids and all that around date fourteen."
"Yeah, I suppose." I almost thought that I was too young for all that sort of seriousness, that it would scare away most girls I knew even at fourteen dates and months of being together. But then I realized I was twenty-five, that wasn't eighteen. My last girlfriend had probably dumped me, that's what The Boys said at least because I hadn't bought her a ring. "Fourteen sounds about right, I mean technically you jumped onto my dick pretty early. None of my girlfriends ever let me fuck them, much less cum inside them, on the first date."
"Well you've never dated a woman like me, you've only dated young dumb sluts. I'm a mommy who knows what she wants and doesn't have time to play games." Oh yeah, she did it on purpose, had earlier and did it again now. Making sure that her nightie was pinned between the two of us so that when she shifted upwards it pulled downward. Exactly like on the couch earlier with Aunt Allison, she exposed her tiny hot titties to me. "I want soncest! I want it all the time and now that I've had it... I don't want anything else."
"Fuck." Was all I could say to that.
"Language." Tapping my lips with two fingers, before kissing them. "Am I a bad mom?"
"I don't think so." Pulling her back for another long langued kiss, feeling her nipples poking at my chest.
"I think I am."
"No, you don't."
"I am because it's quarter to eleven. I haven't made my son get out of his pajamas, much less changed out of my own." I grunted as I kissed my way down her jawline to her neck, knowing there was a point coming to all this. "And worse than that, I'm seriously thinking about giving him dessert before lunch."
"Is your pussy the dessert?" I asked into her ear.
"Oh yeah, your favorite dessert, right?" I don't think she meant it as a trap, but I sucked on the lobe of her ear before answering.
"It's in the top two."
"Ally does taste good, I really couldn't taste much difference between hers and mine." Nuzzling into me so that we were sort of looking in each other's eyes.
"You two are close but I can taste the difference."
"And of all... Of all of them you've eaten, Ally and mine are the best?" It seemed important to her, I thought about all of them, there wasn't as big of a list as she no doubt thought.
"Yeah, I haven't ever enjoyed eating any as much as I enjoy eating yours. Both yours." She kissed me for that, smiling big.
"And you won't say whose is best?" Minxier on that minx face of hers.
"Nope."
"I know it's mine." She didn't but she wanted it to be.
"Top two for sure."
"Remember I soaked in the tub."
"I remember."
"All clean." She said hopefully.
"You little minx! Just give it to me already."
"Take it! It's yours!"
Fuck did that make me hard! I mean everything did really but that would have even before. So I pulled her to me, kissing her briefly to let her know how much I wanted her. Tugging the straps of the nightie down because I wanted her fucking sexy pink nipped breasts out. Off the couch I went, down onto my knees before my own fucking mother. Those gray eyes stared at me, that minxy face unable to believe her luck. I shoved her legs open, putting feet onto the coffee table, ignoring the clatter of our mugs. Just the act of spreading her had the nightie to a position where I could see her delicious pink pussy, it didn't look wet but I knew in a few seconds it would be. Smirking I grabbed her nightie, putting it over my head as I snuggled my face between her legs.
"No! I want to see you!" She hissed, not just pulling it off my head but taking it off completely. I smiled up at her, mostly at how fucking sexy that slim MILF body was. Before going back for a real lick. Mom purred and settled on the couch. "Oh, I missed this. I missed this so much."
Rolling my eyes at her didn't upset her because hers were shut, I knew she was talking about dad then. While they were together, or together and happy, dad had apparently spoiled her with oral. I was... jealous I think, a little bit, growled before letting my thumbs open up that place I'd come from before putting my tongue as deep as I could get it in there. She sucked in a breath, her smile growing more pleased as I swirled around inside her, tasting that delicious flavor that really was one of my favorites.
I took my time. Licked her from taint to clit, from thigh to thigh. My tongue didn't get sore, I hadn't done a lot of oral over the last couple of days, which I might have felt bad about if I didn't have a magic dick. One that had given WAY more than I'd gotten. But I hadn't done any in the weeks before coming home. In years the first few times with a new girlfriend always had my tongue feeling sore. With that in mind, sort of wanting to test the ring, I started licking her. Just flickering my tongue all up and down my gash, as fast as I could. Not high pressure but high speed for sure.
"Oh, Leelee! Mommy likes that!" Curling up to stare down at me. "Holy shit! Holy god! Look at that tongue go in mommy's pussy! It feels so good!"
It wasn't inhuman like my loads, my flickering battering taster moved at about the same speed I could get it before. Usually waiting to the end to really bring it on to push my past girlfriends over the edge. The only thing that was inhuman was I didn't get the ache of muscle (Well another muscle was aching, I felt that.) that forced me to slow and eventually do something else to get my lady off. There wasn't even a hint of warning that I was straining myself.
"Oh, ohhhh! Leelee! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh god! Oh god!" Giving me big nods before she slapped her hands to my head, thrust her pussy up at my face, and came big.
I licked at the light rush of juiciness that came with her orgasm but didn't push too hard. Relishing in the flavor that was my mom. Knowing I needed her for more fucks. By increments, she relaxed before finally releasing me to lay in a slender happy puddle on the couch.
"This is way better than that other honeymoon, WAY better. He never ate me like that on our hike, hell even the course of our whole marriage your dad never ate me like THAT." She pulled me up for some kisses. Gray eyes staring into mine as she added, "God all the women you must have eaten to get that good. I swear that thing..." She meant my tongue which she sucked on lovingly for a moment. "Is battery-powered or something."
"Your pussy was just that good. Want me to lick it again?" Sliding downward as far as her tits, giving the right nip a little suck told us that she was not ready for that yet.
"I do but... My mind and body are not on the same page though." Pulling me back up for another kiss.
"Okay, did you say you want lunch?"
"It's still..." Looking at the clock on the old VCR that was still connected for some reason, but actually had the right time, 12:18. "Leelee! You... Did you lick me for half an hour? God your dad's record was fifteen minutes and his tongue was sore all the next day."
"Lunch?" Instead of telling her to stop talking about dad while lying naked and sexy as I could have ever dreamed, while my cock was raging in my boxers.
"Yeah. Bring that cock here." And she pointed at her lips.
"Oh, mom you don't..."
"Bring that cock HERE!" Opening her mouth and pointing now.
"Yes, mommy." Which made her shiver all over.
I was worried though, I had always been able to go longer with BJs than with P in V. Even with condoms dulling the fun. There was just something about fucking a woman that always got me off quicker. Now though... Now with the ring supercharging my sex... Well, my sex everything I was worried. Oral had still been fun but it had been foreplay when Aunt Allison had done it. The thing that had gotten me off was one, the other, or both their tight incest holes. Would mom give up on oral? Would she be sore in a second hole?
"What? You don't think mommy is going to be as good as those college sluts? Or... Her sister who seems to love sucking your son-meat?" I shook my head, she somewhat angrily pulled my boxers down, glaring up at me as she wrapped her hands around it, stroked it before pulling it to her lips.
"Oh fuck mom that's fucking nice." As she enveloped it, syncing hands and mouth.
"You bet it is! Mommy was sucking dicks LONG before her prudish little sister popped Perry's in her mouth. You know that was the only one she had until yours, right?" Uncle Perry's and Dad's I mentally added while shrugging. "Not Mommy."
"Fuck It feels like it." I groaned as I stared down at her, watching her work.
After the initial start, she let her hands just grip, using all mouth. I wanted to tell her to use her hands if she ever wanted me to get off, but it felt too good. And looked all the better. Especially as she let one slide down to massage my balls, letting out a happy hum as she bobbed away. No, she wasn't as sloppy as her sister but she didn't need to be. Pulling her lips away and smiling, as she sat on the couch before me, as prim and proper as mom could be. While naked and running a hand quickly up and down my 8 incher, gently toying with my sack.
"You still think your cums are too big?"
"You don't?"
"I think nobody makes you come like your mom. And aunt." There was a long delay before adding the last part, soft hand moving so nicely along my length.
"That does seem to be the case." But only because I hadn't tested it on anybody else, maybe it was something to do with them having drunk my potion, some feedback effect?
"You want mommy to try and swallow all you soncest load? Or do you want to cover me in it?" I really couldn't imagine one being better than the other, I floundered. "Both? Like you've done with my pussy?"
"Both! YES!"
"Just warn mommy, okay? She's ready for it anytime you are." I nodded as she went back to sucking, not actually expecting that warning to come anytime soon. Mom let go, just holding my hips as she worked my dick with her mouth. I couldn't imagine it getting much better than being able to look down and seeing your own mom eagerly servicing your dick. "I want your cum Leelee! I want MY dessert before lunch."
"I... Oh shit. OH SHIT!" Maybe it was the begging but from one moment to the next... It was nothing but clear skies, then came the tightening of my balls, a cum storm right there. "I'm gonna come mom!"
"Oooh! Give it to mommy Leelee! Give her every drop!" Said while licking the tip and jerking off the other seven inches.
I nodded, I groaned, I exploded. It was no smaller than any of the others. Mom clearly thought it was a game of exaggeration. Not at all prepared for the huge thing that first came out of me. One go, one that felt like it was an entire orgasm from first shot to last drop, all compressed down into just the first shot. I moaned at the feeling and as mom's mouth was instantly full, she coughed up my cum. It splattered on my package and stomach, but mostly just ran down her face to her tits. Still, she tried to roll with it, tried to be as impressive as the sluts she thought I'd had at college. Stifling the cough, jerking me three times before I hammered out another load. It too filled mom's mouth, but she was more prepared for it. She swallowed it all with a loud hard gulp.
"Oh god Leelee! That was fucking massive! And..." And while she was still gasping from the effort of swallowing the second, the third splattered over her face. Like the entire left side of her face! One eye staring at me as she milked out the fourth into her mouth, but didn't have the strength to swallow that. Not all, just about half, the top part she pushed out over her lips with her tongue. By then the fifth was there, covering the other side of her face. "Leelee! You love mommy SO MUCH!"
"Fuck! Fuck yes I do! My mommy is the sexiest one alive!" I called out, taking my own dick from her and jerking off the rest of the way.
"Cover her then Leelee! Show her you love her by covering her in your son-cum!" I did, her face was so coated it ran down into her blonde hair. Her tits got the next thickest glaze, by then I was just tugging out dribbles, dribbles that I fed to her before putting my prick back into her gob.
"That was... God mom that was so fucking nice." Smiling as I looked at her, absolutely covered in my stuff.
"Take a picture of what you've done to mommy."
"What? No, why?"
"Take a picture!" Motioning to her phone on the coffee table. I ground my teeth for a second but she was mom, she put her finger up before her. After rubbing it clear of spit and cum across her thigh. I put her phone to it, unlocking it and immediately saw that her and my aunt had been texting about me all morning. About not wanting me to move back to Cedar Rapids. Mom cleared her throat, unable to see but not hearing the shutter sound yet. "Yes! Take lots! Leelee! You don't know how happy you make mommy." Giggling after maybe fifteen she reached her hands up to me. "Bathroom, please. We'll shower quick and then go out to lunch."
"Okay."
"I think maybe we should get Elaine and her family a hotel room. This way she won't have to feel bad if the kids are keeping us awake. I always felt that way when I was staying over with people and you two acted up." Mom said, after rinsing her face long enough to be able to open her eyes and look at me, not thinking it weird as the hot water took so long to clear the stuff from her hair.
"I won't mind and you won't mind."
"She does and... Do you really think you're going to be able to keep your hands off of me for the days they are here?" Reaching out she grabbed my cock, giving it all of three fairly docile tugs before I was hardening up again.
"Okay, but won't that seem obvious? Or... rude?"
"Nah, your Aunt can stay over in her old room. It's probably gonna end up happening anyway. Her and Perry always fight, but for some reason lately, she can't seem to summon the patience and forgiveness she usually has. Can you guess why?" Giving me a wicked wink before actually giving up to stick her head right under the flow. It took at least two minutes before it was gone, mom emerging with. "Plus I love you and even if you can go without the sex, I can't go that long without being held and kissed by you. I've gone so long being alone. Now that you've shown me how good it is to have somebody...I don't want to be alone anymore." The fucking love potion! "I gave you Ally, I'm... I'm not going to be convinced of pretending not to love you, not for more than a couple hours at a time."
"I guess... We'll see what Elaine has to say."
"We'll put her up at that B&B, she'll love it." If there are rooms I didn't bring up.
"Naptime and then a late lunch?" Looking at her watch she concluded it was a good plan. "We'll miss the lunch rush."
I agreed but I wasn't tired at all, laying with her for five minutes to sink in there, and then I slipped out. I had work to do but first I jerked off, I had never gotten fully hard but it hadn't gone back down either. It was difficult not to fuck her when I knew how much mom WANTED it, that she would open her legs right up.
I didn't because I knew it could be an experiment. Watching a video of two MILFs seemed like more of the same thing but it was the spot I needed hitting. Instead of two women on a bed, cheek to cheek and ready for the load like the guy in the porn had, I had mom's glass measuring cup. It was just a little over 2 cups, 16 full ounces, maybe four hundred sixty milliliters. I knew it would be a lot less, that the load just seemed bigger because it was all over mom and or my aunt. Sure that once I saw it in a container, that I would be disappointed when it was only five or six ounces. Especially dumb after google told me the record was an "Astonishing" 3 ounces.
Except I wanted to be safe too, rather than void out the entire experiment. Plus the sleeve of red cups had been right there. So I had grabbed them, lining up three seemed like stupid silliness, but... Mom had been absolutely covered! The labels on the bottom of the cups said they were another eighteen ounces apiece. Which was for sure overkill, for sure.
While the porn guy groaned and shuddered as he covered the women in what was probably close to the "astonishing" three ounces, I did much more. Much MUCH more. I blasted through the measuring cup, filling it in the first four wads. I let out a cry that was half amused and not a small amount scared. The first two red cups took five each to fill. I was just wondering if I should have grabbed a fourth and a fifth cup when I slowed down, squeezing out enough that I pretty much topped all four of the containers off. They were all full up to the brim by the time the last drop was out of me.
"Fuck!" I huffed as I sat there and stared at it, thinking about what the reactions of scientists would be at seeing this.
No way it was natural! No way! My logical side kept saying there had to be some other reason, but there was nothing else it could be. And being an X-Men style mutant was just as insane, not to mention my comic book wouldn't be that great. They'd have to cut all the good sex stuff and I had no idea what villain I would be able to defeat with 70 ounces of semen. The dreaded Sperm Bank Robbers? Ruling out mutation and something very wrong with me, it had to be the ring. It had to be magic. Now I knew. If it was six ounces, even ten I would have been able to convince myself I was just that manly. Or somehow had a hidden third or fourth) nut. But three ounces compared to seventy! That had to be... Magic.
And there was that the ring still wouldn't budge. I'd tried soap, olive oil, mom's lube that she'd shown me with the cutest of blushes, and vaseline. NOTHING! All it would do was spin around, not a notch on a ruler up or down. Didn't even hurt while I was yanking on it. Mom had even tried, but she'd just smiled like it was some kind of stage magician trick that I was doing.
Leaving the cups there, well I tucked them out of sight so mom wouldn't come out and be upset I'd jerked off instead of making 'love' to her. (That Fucking potion!) Or more accurately that she'd be upset that I bought a cow and milked it, with how much there was. I went on the Internet looking for a woman in a much different way that I had "Two MILFs" earlier. I scrolled down the list of Jessica's with my ex's maiden name, didn't see anybody familiar. Changed my search, she was first on the list when I added McMasters. So she had married him. It pissed me off, I don't know why, I had really only been into the sex, pretended to be into the rest but it still pissed me off.
Westley Cain: I need to talk to you!
Unsure how it worked, if she would even get the message because we weren't friends. While I waited for an answer I clicked through the public parts of her page, it didn't look like she had set much as private. There were lots of pictures of her, if I didn't KNOW who she was I wouldn't know who she was. The Goth style had slowly started to be left behind during high school but was still fairly present at graduation. It was gone without a trace now. Jessica's dyed black hair was its natural brown-blonde, long and straight. Her once dark make-up style that I had never seen her out of was now fashionable and modern, as I always figured she was a modest-looking woman. Yes modest and nice-looking, but not at all attractive enough to have the guy who was in almost all the photos with her. Even in the recent ones where they were both equally on the chubby side now. They had three kids, in the last few photos my first love (or first lover) looked tired and worn down. Chubbier too.
Jessica McMasters: i heard u were in town
Jessica McMasters: i didnt think youd reech out to me
Jessica McMasters: i'm glad you did I have been thinking about you
Jessica McMasters: about us
Westley Cain: Jessica, did you give Jacob that potion?
Jessica McMasters: OMG!!!i tutally forgot about the potions
Westley Cain: Did you give it to him?
Jessica McMasters: yes. i did. I'm sorry
Westley Cain: I'm not mad, that was so long ago, I just need to know.
Jessica McMasters: yes his girlfriend had another boy
Jessica McMasters: i told him i would suck his dick and wear a wig
Jessica McMasters: he could send her pics
Jessica McMasters: she would be jealous
Jessica McMasters: he drank it
Jessica McMasters: not much because he said it tasted weerd
Jessica McMasters: after we talked he didn't just want me to blow him
Jessica McMasters: we made love and we fell in love
Jessica McMasters: i really am sorry i was a bitch to you
Westley Cain: No, it's okay. That was ages ago.
Westley Cain: I have a problem.
Westley Cain: My sister's friends found my potion.
Westley Cain: I'd forgotten it in the back of my closet and somehow she took it with her.
Westley Cain: I only met them once before.
Westley Cain: They came here looking for me!
Westley Cain: They say they love me!
Jessica McMasters: i thought you wanted to talk about us
Westley Cain: Jessica, I need your help.
Jessica McMasters: u r just bragging
Westley Cain: No, really!
Westley Cain: They're ugly and I am not interested.
Westley Cain: All I know is they drank the potion and now they're here in town.
The sister's friends thing seemed a stretch. But I had to make it "work" in the confines of what I knew about the potions. I was sure she had said it would only work if there was a chance of love and lust. No way I was going to tell her it was my mom and aunt, but it had to be something outlandish so she would believe me. That it was undeniably magic and not... normal. Or bragging.
Jessica McMasters: you didn't throw out the potion? Y?
There was a lot of subtext there. Plus the messages before. A lot of hope. Aunt Allison was married, I did feel bad but it was clear Jessica had not changed. She wanted attention.
Westley Cain: I didn't throw any of it out.
Westley Cain: You know, because of what we once had.
Jessica McMasters: r u this desperate to talk to me again?
Westley Cain: You gave Jacob the potion and he fell in love.
Jessica McMasters: don't be a dick i know what you mean by that
Westley Cain: He barely knew our names!
Jessica McMasters: if you want to meet me
Jessica McMasters: just say so
Westley Cain: If you want to meet I will.
Westley Cain: I really need the book.
Westley Cain: Your spellbook or whatever you called it.
Westley Cain: If you still have it.
Westley Cain: You can drop it off somewhere.
Jessica McMasters: just say it
Jessica McMasters: say you want to meet me
Sighing I gave in.
Westley Cain: I want to meet with you.
Westley Cain: I'd love to see you again.
Westley Cain: But I am serious about the book.
My phone flicked to video chat, I don't think she realized I could see her even before answering. She was looking over her shoulder rushing off into a dark room, where she left the lights off. The once scrawny, young, dark make-up painted face was gone the one here was familiar and strange at the same time. I checked the hall before popping in my earbuds and answering.
"Oh my god, you look just like Nick Jonas!" Was the first thing she said when I answered. "I didn't see it from the little bubble picture but..." Her eyes flicked away, face going through a variety of expressions. "You weren't bullshitting? They drank the potion and it worked?" I nodded, "Look up, down, cover your mouth. Eyes." Her jaw fell and she shook her head. "It's not a filter. It... You wouldn't have known anyway. I never told you! Oh my god, it worked!" Then a head shake. "No!" Denial, I knew how she felt, magic couldn't be real. But quickly replaced by second thoughts. "It's real?" A laugh and a whimper. "Jacob... So the potion... No! No! I... Oh my god! You looked a little like him senior year. A little but... I just thought that was my imagination." Her eyes flicked to me. "You look just like him now, barely anything like yourself. And..." Pink tongue slipped over her lips before she checked over her shoulder. "How big is your dick?"
"Jessica, what are you talking about? What about Nick Jonas? What about... My dick?"
"How big?" Snapping her fingers in annoyance, I remembered she was always very short-tempered. "Huh? Westley? Bigger than four inches?"
"Yes of course!"
"How big?"
"Why? Why would you even say four inches?"
"How big?"
"Eight... Just over, why Jessica?" I was scared, I couldn't say why but I was scared.
"You were only three when we were together, that's why!" And she laughed, clasping her one free hand to her mouth, checking something behind her before returning to me. "I looked it up, back then, not now. I loved... I cared for you but... You were only three and my research said most of the growing of your groin was done by then. THREE INCHES! You could have gotten to five inches, at the most. THE MOST!" My brain was trying to avoid thinking about this... this... Insult. She made it easy to avoid thinking about it by doing her old habit, it a forgotten blast from the past. Pulling her hair across her cheek and into her mouth, before laughing. I had been so fond of that habit. "Eight and thick right? Thick right?"
"Yeah, thick." Dejected, what I'd seen with Aunt Allison drinking the potion, the pile of evidence that the ring had done something to me, it meant that whatever shit she was going on about was probably true.
"You were pencil-thin!" Fuck! The way she laughed at that. I shook my head, trying to deny it, mostly to myself. But... I'd dated Marcy Goldstien twice, just months after Jessica and then again the summer after senior year right before we both left for University. We'd only had sex once the first time we went out, that last summer before we'd moved on had been almost nothing but sex. All these years I'd thought that it was a good lesson, that the first time we dated I thought SHE was a boring lover. Just laying there. The second time around with her had been so much better! Only it wasn't because of her. IT WAS ME! I had been small and THIN! I had been the boring lover the first time. "Pencil thin!" Tittering as if she could read my thoughts Jessica went on, "It worked! You look like him AND you got a big thick cock, you didn't even look close to him and your cock was barely... How is your body? Lean and perfectly defined?"
"What did you do?" But she just laughed
"Made you my dream guy but I threw you away before the magic... She said it wouldn't be right away but I didn't think it would be YEARS." My first ex checked to the right again, for her kids, husband, or both. "I can't meet you today, but tomorrow, lunchtime. I will drop my kids off at Mom's, she still lives at the same place. Pick me up there."
"And you'll bring the book?" Another check before she nodded.
"And if you want my help you're going to fuck me." I could tell she'd had to build herself up to it, but she couldn't stop smiling. I remembered that too, remembered liking that wicked smile a lot more than I did now. "He is bigger than... Then you were, but... Not... Not bigger than eight inches, and NOT thick." She laughed. "Do you have the ring? Wear the ring!"
"I am wearing the ring."
"And?"
"And it's working now too." My older, chubbier, more tired seeming ex-girlfriend did a happy dance that was sexy enough that some blood flowed, then again that didn't take much since the damn ring.
"Then get a hotel room BEFORE you pick me up, we gotta walk right in." I wanted to argue and say it was wrong and I wasn't interested, but she was still the same. Just cute enough, a different sort of cute enough now. Chubby instead of goth, but still cute. Shitty as it was... Well, I'd have mom and Aunt Allison in the morning. By lunch I would be more than needing a place to put it, and Jessica was fresh. Help make sure I didn't break my two relatives by fucking them too much. "Okay?"
"Okay."
"That easy huh?"
"I need your help."
"You'll get my help and my pussy." I nodded, she checked to her right and then hung up. Having seen one of her kids or her husband.
"Fuck," I said under my breath.
"Suck." My aunt said from behind me.
"What are you..? I thought you were supposed to be at work."
"Lunch." She smiled, it was a hopeful and eager smile. If I wasn't already swollen from Jessica it would have gotten me there. "Your mom sent me that picture. The mess you made of her!"
"And you want me to do the same to you?"
"I might cry if you didn't."
"Take off your dress and get on your fucking knees," I growled, she giggled happily and stripped like a woman who was about to get the facial of her life on her lunch break.
"I can't be too long, I gotta..." But I walked right up to her, naked since mom had taken my boxers from me, stuffed myself into her mouth, her brown eyes went big with arousal.
"Fuck! Fucking yes! Aunt Allison! YES!" Holding her black ponytail with both hands like she was holding my dick with both hers, I pretty much just started face fucking her. It didn't take long or much to make her gag. I pulled away, watching her drool out over onto her tits. Not (ever) in a bra but still in her panties. "Damn it I just got off and I'm so hard for you."
"I know!" Both hands stroking me, rubbing her thick gag spit over my length, which was so hard there was no telling I'd just pulled it off minutes ago.
"Fucking suck it Aunt Allison!" She aimed it but I pulled her by her hair down onto it.
It was too much, I was sure but I didn't care. I think, I know, I was wondering things. About who I would have been, looks and length, without whatever Jessica had done. How much worse it could have been if she had made a mistake, chosen somebody ugly. She, by my guess, had barely known what she was doing, only having done it the once. On me! All her knowledge had been second hand. Just like my face... And maybe body... And probably manhood.
"Too much! Too big!" My aunt let out more drool than ever but kept her mouth opened up.
"Yeah, it is." Not only thinking of the three-quarters of the dick that she was taking but about all that had happened over the last couple of days.
"Don't stop! FEED me that big dick!" But I have her a couple more seconds to catch her breath, rubbing myself all over her pretty MILF face.
"Fuck yes Aunt Allison! Oh, fuck it's no wonder dad made you do this." Her brown eyes flared, either not remembering or not expecting me to recall this. I didn't care or cared just enough that I didn't try to get everything down her throat. Just three-quarters or so. "That's... Oh shit, that's fucking it! Yes! Oh yes! Oh yes, yes, YES!"
My aunt collapsed backward, onto her palms as soon as I let her go. Staring up at me dazedly. Yet she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue as I ran my fist up and down my length as fast as it would go before erupting. I knew it was probably close enough to the same amount as I'd been giving out for the last couple of days, but it looked like so much. Aunt Allison caught it on her tongue but I was just about making a mess of her. Luckily I'd had her take her dress off because if it was still on, it would have been easier to burn the thing than clean it. Rope after white rope flung out of me, some of it she caught in her mouth, most of it just clothed her sexy slender MILF body. My aunt coming at the act, well she rubbed at her the front of her panties, which had been damp before she started rubbing them. She collapsed back, ragdoll-like, gasping for air and taking way too long to correct how twisted her limbs were.
"Take pictures of me too!" I didn't even argue, just started reaching for it. "With your phone!" She had one eye, somehow by luck and not by skill, to watch me. "Thank you! I just... it wasn't even a full day at work and I... I thought you'd forget about me and... that you'd just want to be with her. Westley! I love you! I'm gonna tell Perry and I'll move in here with you and your mom. I'll quit my job and you can just be with us twenty-four seven!"
"No!"
"No? You don't want me? You want her? I know she's sexier and prettier but don't throw me away, let me be your SEX SLAVE!" My aunt trying to get up to plead 'correctly' to me but could barely get rolled over to her side. "I'll fuck you both, just don't..."
"No, don't leave him." Ever! But I could see she had some other panic-able issue ready to fly, probably how I didn't really love her back if I wanted her to be with her husband still. Me saying to never leave him would be torture for her, me knowing it was true was torture for me. The only reason I had an answer was that I had been mulling over their messages to each other I'd seen on mom's phone. "Not yet! Once I get my job and I'm there for a month or two. Then! Then we can all move to Cedar Rapids together. Nobody knows us there. You can both..."
"Be your Wives?"
"YES!" Mom screamed, I thought she'd been asleep but she ran up to me to fling herself at me. "Yes! I'll be your mommy wife!" I opened my mouth to tell them that that was NOT what I was going to say but it was too late. "I don't need a big ring, I just need you!"
"I'll be your auntie wife!" Allison said, dragging herself up my body.
"I love you!" Mom said kissing my bare chest, neck, and lips.
"I love you!" My Aunt said, clinging to my leg, both of them staring at me like I was their dream come true.
"I love both of you." I could reply to that but was too dumbstruck to begin to reply to the mommy and auntie wife thing.
As we ate lunch forty-five minutes later I realized I needed the cure more than ever. Mom and Aunt were escalating. Talking about being my fucking wives! I needed a cure and I also needed a way to dial down this fucking ring! I wanted to say turn it off but... Fuck I didn't want to do that! Always being ready to go? That was great. Lasting long enough to throw mom and my aunt at least one orgasm each was the kind of stamina I would have wished for if I would have had a genie. Aunt Allison insisted on going to lunch with us, despite making her dangerously late back to work. Both of them staring at me the same way all through the meal. Both of them taking one of my arms on the way out to the car. I wanted to shake them off but that would probably just make more of a scene. It couldn't get out! Cedar Rapids was too close to expect the incest rumors not to reach there if the two sisters got any bolder. With social media? Anywhere in an English-speaking country might be too fucking close.
Jessica had to have the answers.