A mother and her son are re-united, and take revenge on the family that forced them apart.
Part I
The plane landed and taxied towards the terminal. The butterflies in my stomach were frantic. I was meeting my birth mother for the first time. She was only 18 when I was born and she had been forced by her super-conservative parents and older sister to give me up at birth. I was 16 when I found her online, 18 now, but we had only talked via phone, email, and social media.
She was an associate dean at a prestigious eastern business school. She helped me get in to her school, and said that I could live with her to save money. So here I was.
I glanced at the picture of her on my phone. Most of her pictures I had were work photos. Late thirties, pretty, blonde hair pulled back in a severe pony tail, light makeup, blue blazer, buttoned-up blouse, skirt. The suit absorbed most of her physical features, except that she was relatively slender with some slight mom-curves, especially on top. She had no other kids and had divorced her husband three years before.
I can’t say I ever had carried any resentment about her, but I also couldn’t say I had really ever forgiven her. I think I resented her parents and older sister more for forcing her to give me up. My feelings were in some kind of a limbo I hoped meeting her would finally put to rest.
I walked out of the terminal just as her BMW pulled up to the curb. We settled into the usual chit-chat of how the flight was, how my adopted parents were, and so on. She had on a blue skirt I recognized from her social media and a white blouse that, I realized against my will, was unbuttoned deeply into her substantial cleavage.
I pushed my eyes back forward. She hadn’t noticed my wandering vision, thankfully. It wasn’t like I wanted to bone her, she was my mom. I guess I just was curious what she actually looked like.
We stopped at a Thai place for dinner. When we got to the restaurant she came around and wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug.
“It is great to meet you at last,” she said as we disengaged. “I’m sorry I had to give you up. It wasn’t my choice but my parents and my sister forced me. I have regretted it ever since. I want to make it up to you. I will do anything to make you happy here. If there is anything you need, anything at all, just ask.”
We settled into a booth in the back of the Thai place. For the first time I sat face to face with her. The photos I had seen of her online did not do her justice. She was really pretty, and I could definitely see the resemblance. Her blouse was unbuttoned deeply enough that I could see part of the bra underneath and her substantial decollete. I pulled my eyes back up to her face. Thankfully she had been scanning the menu and didn’t see me wandering.
Dinner was uneventful and we had a nice time chatting, talking about shared interest, school, and the like.
It was a warm summer night as we pulled up in front of a ranch house situated on nearly an acre of land. It was perfectly landscaped. In the back I could see a pool. She showed me to my room.
“Are you up for a swim?” she asked.
A few minutes later I was in my swim trunks in the in-ground pool in the backyard. I heard the back door open and glanced over. My jaw hit my chest.
The filmy yellow plunging one-piece swimsuit my mom wore threatened to become invisible when wet. The nipples on her ample chest poked through the thin fabric and the outlines of her wide, pebbled aureoles were just visible. Between the swell of her hips I could make out a landing strip, a prominent mons, and twin mounds of parted, fleshy labia. It might have been shadows but I would have sworn there was a damp patch between her legs. It was the first time I really had a good view of her body and I was stunned.
I turned my eyes away, then glanced back up at her face sheepishly. As she slipped into the water, she smiled and smirked. Busted. She dove into the water, doing a dive to the bottom of the pool, revealing the thong perched between her ass cheeks and her gaped slit pressed against the fabric. Holy hell.
What the fuck? Why was a staring at my mom’s body? I had just met her. This was wrong, wasn’t it? But she was wearing a swimsuit that left nothing to my imagination. What was that all about? And she seemed to like my wandering eyes. She was practically putting on a stage show.
I took a deep breath. It was her house, if she wanted to walk around naked that was her business. It was up to me to figure out how to deal with this unexpected turn of events.
Look, I’m no catch. I’m 18 years old and a tiny, scrawny weakling. But I was somehow blessed with an 8.5-inch cock. And right now that cock was making me feel really uncomfortable as it shifted around in my trunks.
She swam the length of the pool and back twice. I had settled into a corner of the pool on the steps, feeling uncomfortable and nervous. She swam over and sat next to me. We chit-chatted some more, talked about the college and about academics.
As we talked, her leg rubbed against mine. She put her hand on my thigh only an inch from my burgeoning erection. If she moved any higher she would be in for a surprise. My suspicions were right - her swimsuit was invisible when wet. She smelled of girl and chlorine. The water beaded up on her chest and ran down the gap between her breasts – a gap enhanced by the plunge in her swimsuit that was revealing the very edges of her aureoles. Her long, hard nipples were the only thing holding the fabric in place. She was utterly perfect.
This time, she definitely caught me looking.
“I only wore this for you,” she said.
“For me?” I stammered.
“I don’t usually wear a suit.”
My cock came to full attention. Mom grabbed my hand, dragging me back into the water. We had a splash fight, but every time she got close I dodged, not wanting her to bump up against me and realize I was hard as diamonds. But wasn’t that what she wanted?
I really just wanted to go back to my room. This was happening too fast, I needed time to think.
Finally, she pinned me against the side of the pool. She pressed close, crushing the mass of her chest against mine, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of her suit. She rubbed my raging cock between her thighs.
“I meant it when I said I wanted you to be happy,” she said. “I want to make my past mistake up to you. Anything you need, just ask. Anything.” She kissed me first on the cheek, then a quick peck on the lips, then pulled away. As she moved back she slid her hand down my chest and gave my cock an “accidental” rub through my swimsuit, then climbed out of the pool. She swung her hips as she walked inside. Her thong had slipped to the side between her legs and her thick lobes were hanging down.
I followed her in, unsure what to think about this entire situation.
It was getting late. My mom said she was going to go take a bath and go to bed. She was peeling off her swimsuit as she walked down the hallway to her room. She turned and blew me a kiss, giving me a quick glance at her bare mom-tits, then she disappeared into the master bedroom suite with a parting, suggestive, “let me know if there is anything you need during the night...anything at all.”
I gulped.
What. The. Fuck.
I went into the other bathroom and took a shower. I stood in the cold shower, feeling like I desperately needed to stroke one out, but feeling horribly guilty that my boner was for my mom. Every time I thought of her being my mom, I lost momentum. Finally I gave up.
Frustrated, confused, I toweled off, pulled on a pair of cotton shorts, and went back to my bedroom. I closed the door and lay down on the bed, feeling absolutely miserable. This was not what I had expected. I wanted to go home.
What my mother was not-so-subtly suggesting was incest, wasn’t it? Wasn’t incest wrong? But on the other hand, we were both of legal age, so what did it matter? She said she wanted me to be happy. She wore an invisible swimsuit right after we met. She made a ton of suggestive comments. She even stroked my cock for fuck’s sake!
I realized I was making myself miserable overthinking the situation, when in fact, it was pretty clear she wanted me to be anything but miserable.
Fuck it. She had been coming on to me all night. She had better be ready to carry out what she was promising.
It was my turn to smirk. If she wanted games, it was game time. I thought of just walking into my mom’s room naked, but I decided to be more subtle. I opened my laptop and flipped to a porn site. After a little searching I found a video of a hot milfie blonde sticking a dildo in her snatch. She looked a lot like my mom. I cracked my bedroom door open just a hair, ditched my shorts, and started up the video with the sound turned up.
It had been running for barely a minute when my mom appeared at the door, pushing it open without even bothering to knock. I didn't pause the video, but lay back on the bed nude with my 8-and-a-half inches of pulsating, purple steel sticking up in the air. The veins along the shaft throbbed with my heartbeat. I continued to stroke it slowly.
The scent of her bath oils and notions filled the room. She was naked, her pendulous breasts jutting forward capped with wide aureoles and long nipples. A narrow strip of fur ran down between the flare of her hips, pinkish labia hanging below. A drop of fluid hung off the tip of a clitoris emerging from its hood. She ran a hand down her stomach and made circular motions on her pussy.
“You’re still up,” she said, staring at my cock, fingering herself.
She stepped forward and leaned over me. Her face was inches from mine, her tits hovering tantalizingly close to the tip of my cock that was dribbling pre-come.
“Yeah,” I said. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Something on your mind?” she asked, running her fingers up the underside of my meat.
“Yeah, I was just wondering…” I started, then paused.
“Wondering what?”
“Wondering what, exactly, you meant when you said you would do anything to make me happy here.”
Her response was whispered, breathy, and hot on my cheek.
“I meant I’m yours. Every inch of me.”
Desire and lust raced through me. This was the moment every cell in my body had been screaming for since she walked out to the pool in that invisible swimsuit. I reached for her mommy tits, sucking, running my tongue around the aureoles, flicking it across the erect nipples. Beneath the smell of the bath oils was the faint odor of perfume. She moaned and closed her eyes as I buried my face in her cleavage, running my tongue up and down her breasts, pinching the nipples gently with my fingers. I spent several minutes working her chest over before I ran my hands down her stomach, past her landing strip, to her sopping pussy. I took her lobes in my fingers and gently tugged. She moaned again.
I leaned back and pulled her cunt to my face, breathing deeply of her scent. She crushed her slit into my chin and I lapped up her juices like a dying desert traveler finding an oasis, running my tongue gently, slowly, up and down, then kissing and sucking the big, stiff clit at the top. She groaned and arched her back as an orgasm shook her, dripping more liquid across my face. I drank it greedily.
She pulled away from me, slipped to her knees on the floor, and wrapped her tits around my blood-engorged cock, teasing the head with her tongue. I groaned, trying my best to hold back. She took the head in her lips, then slowly slid her wet mouth downwards. I’m not exactly tiny, and most girls only could take about half. My mom took it all, every last inch of it.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. As she pulled back and my cock popped free of her mouth, I exploded. A sticky white flood shot over my mom’s face and her tits. She took my cock back in her mouth and swallowed the rest.
As the euphoria faded, I thought about what I had just done. I had shot a load in my mom’s mouth. I had licked her pussy, her tits, she had come over my face. What the fuck.
I looked back at my mom. She was licking my jizz off her tits.
Maybe it was wrong, But she looked so fucking hot.
“Better now?” she asked. We lay there for several minutes, naked, pillow talking.
Laying there with my Mom’s naked body pressed to me, my cock started to get hard again.
Mom shook her head. “That’s enough for tonight, I have to work tomorrow.”
That tiny bit of resentment against my mother for abandoning me blossomed at that moment into something larger, stronger. I couldn’t believe what I heard myself saying.
“That’s not what you said,” I whispered. “You said anything I wanted, I should just ask, right? Didn’t you mean it? Are you abandoning me again?”
The smirk was gone. Her eyes were wide.
“I knew you didn’t mean it,” I said, driving it home.
She knelt in my lap facing me, straddling my re-emergent erection, then wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face deep into her chest.
“I will never abandon you again. I will do whatever you say, anything, anytime, anywhere. Every inch, every nook and cranny, every essence of me - body and soul - are yours to do as you wish, now and forever. I’m sorry for giving you up, but we’re together now. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Part II
We fucked twice more that night, and then spent a little time going over some ground rules. Apparently turning your abandoned mother into your personal sex slave came with riders, but nothing I wouldn’t have done anyway. Keep up my grades, help around the house, stay out of trouble, the usual. She also set some boundaries. Nothing could interfere with her work or professional reputation, safe words were to be respected, and the occasional “no” didn’t mean I was being abandoned again.
In return for that, she became my little mommy whore – a title she chose. If I woke up at 2:00 AM with a hard on, I could just roll her over and start fucking, no permission asked. If I had a hankering at 2:00 in the afternoon, I could grab her hair, pull her down, and get her lips busy. I was her master, she was my mommy whore.
When my mom’s alarm went off at 7:00 AM the next morning, it was way too early.
“How’s my little boy this morning?” she purred.
I smiled and kissed her on the nose. She rested her head on my chest.
We lay there for a moment.
“Who was my father?” I asked. “Where is he?”
I felt her stiffen, then sigh. “He’s my older brother, Andre. He’s 10 months older than me. And he is in the state prison for life on a double-homicide rap.”
“My father was your brother?”
“He was always violent and terrified me. My parents were out of town. When he found out I was alone, he came over. I was afraid for my life. I gave him what he wanted. If I hadn’t he could have killed me.”
“That’s...terrible. I guess that’s why your family pressured you to give me up. Did you press charges?”
“If I had, I would have been out on the street. Sixteen years later, they still lost their shit when they found out you had contacted me.”
“It sounds like they’re the ones I should be making into my whore, not you. Are they all against me?”
“They would prefer you weren’t around. And as far as making any of them your whore, good luck. They’re way too repressed.”
“Maybe, but I have my little mommy whore to help me.”
“You want me to help you seduce family members?”
“My mommy whore has to do what I say, remember? And it sounds like all they have ever done for you is create misery.”
The evil smirking smile I had seen briefly in the pool the previous night returned. “They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Let’s heat it the fuck up.”
“Attagirl,” I kissed her. “When do I start meeting them?”
“Freshman orientation is today, but I will be working until almost 6:00. I’m have my niece Cora bring you home. She’s my sister’s daughter and a sophomore. She’s a nice young little thing. I wouldn’t mind a little personal time with her myself. We can start with her, then move on to my sister later. If we can break sis, we might even be able to thaw out my mom.”
“So Cora’s mom is the same sister who pressured you into giving me up?” I asked. “Is Cora like the rest?”
“Pretty much. She’s going to stay for dinner tonight, so you guys can hang out until I get home, go swimming, whatever. You can get to know her and decide for yourself.”
“Will she also be suits optional?”
“Hah! She’ll probably be wearing some kind of a granny one-piece. She’s just as repressed as the rest.”
“Where do you keep your swimsuits?”
“Second drawer down on the left. Why?”
I padded across the room and opened the drawer. There were three sets of bikinis and two one pieces. The yellow one-piece was still hanging in the bathroom drying.
I sorted through them and left only a microscopic string bikini and another nearly-invisible one-piece. The rest I took and hid in my room.
“What’s going on in that devious mind of yours?” my mother called from her room.
“You’ll find out later,” I called back. “Just don’t forget you’re my mommy whore.”
After a quick breakfast my mom drove us to campus. I spent most of the day in orientation then wandered to the library, where Cora was doing some research.
I recognized her quickly from her picture. She was small, like me, just over five feet, with dark hair. She wore a baggy T-shirt and khaki pedal pushers.
Cora was poring over some books. She looked up as I approached and smiled. We went through some basic introductions.
“Can you give me another ten minutes?” she asked once we got through the introductory small talk.
“Sure,” I said. “Is it okay if I wait in the car?”
“No problem,” she replied and tossed me the keys. I pointed to her overfull bookbag beside her on the floor.
“Want me to carry that out for you?” I asked. She nodded gratefully.
Out in the car, I opened the bag. There was a swimsuit that your grandmother would have considered too modest tucked in the bottom. I shook my head and stuffed it into my bag, then zipped her bag up and dumped it in the trunk.
We chatted on the ride home. From what I was able to glean, she was in a committed relationship with a guy she knew from church, she was straight, she taught Sunday School, and she was the the model of wholesome.
When we got home, I went in my room, pulled on my trunks, and came out just in time to hear Cora’s gentle swearing in the bathroom.
I knocked on the door politely. “You okay in there?”
“I forgot my swimsuit,” she called from behind the door. “I would have sworn I put it in here.”
“My mom probably has a couple around,” I said. “I don’t know where she keeps them but I’ll check. Hang on.”
I returned a moment later with the two suits I had hand-picked that morning.
“This was all I could find,” I said, handing them through the cracked door. “She probably has others but maybe they must be at the cleaners or in her car.”
“Are you kidding?” Cora said. “I can’t wear these. There’s nothing there. One’s invisible and the other’s like three candy wrappers tied together with ribbon.”
“It’s just the two of us, whose going to see?”
“You’ll see. I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you,” she sneered.
I would, but that was beside the point. “What? You think I want to hook up with you or something? You’re family, that’s disgusting. Forget swimming. I’m going to go get dressed, we can just hang out until my mom gets home. I need to hook up my x-box, then we can play video games.”
“I don’t play video games,” she called.
“The point is, we will do something that doesn’t require a swimsuit.”
“But I want to go swimming.”
“Then let’s go. It’s okay, we’re family. I promise you, I won’t look. If it will make you feel any better, I’ll skinny dip.”
I heard a giggle from behind the door. “Stop messing with me.”
“I’m serious, I’ll be nude.” I peeled off my trunks and hung them on the door knob. “Here’s my suit, come out when you’re ready.”
I padded out to the pool and dove in.
I was having second thoughts about the whole operation. Maybe she was a little self-righteous, but she did seem like an honestly wholesome girl. If my resentment was about her mom, maybe I was dumping the sins of the parents on their children. Doubts raged through my mind. I floated in the pool and wondered if I should call it off.
Cora didn’t appear. I wandered back inside. I could hear Cora in the bathroom talking on her cell phone with one of her girl pals.
“Yeah, he seems okay. A little scrawny but a nice guy . . . I’m staying for dinner tonight . . . we were going to go swimming but I forgot my suit, I wanted to borrow one but you know her, all she had were these trashy suits . . . gawd, she’s such a slut . . . I don’t know, we might just skinny dip . . . Him? I doubt it, probably has a tiny dick . . . I probably wouldn’t even feel it going in . . . whatever. Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
Tiny dick. I lost all sympathy I had gained for her.
I got out of the house and back in the pool just in time for Cora to emerge wrapped in a towel and nothing else.
“Turn around until I am in the water,” she ordered.
I complied and a second later a soaking wet nerf ball bounced off the side of my head.
We threw the ball at each other a few times and she modestly kept her shoulders below the water.
I ducked under the water once and opened my eyes. Her body looked like a younger version of my mom’s. Her hips were a little slimmer and her breasts a little smaller, but the same basic plan.
Time to up the ante. I intentionally “missed” a throw and sent it sailing out into the grass beyond our reach.
“I’m not getting out to get that,” Cora said.
“No problem.” I dove under the water and swam slowly over to the side of the pool, giving my cock a couple of tugs to get it a little hard. I retrieved the ball making sure she got a full look at my cock. I threw her the ball, then walked back slowly.
Cora’s eyes were locked on my cock the whole way back. Her stare gave me a surge and I was almost half way to full mast when I dove back into the water.
“Throw me the ball,” I said.
That evil smirk that I had seen on my mom crawled across Cora’s face. It must run in the family. She threw the ball back in the grass, and looked at me expectantly. “Oops.”
I walked over to the ball, picked it up and turned. This time I made sure I had a full, purple hard on as I walked back to the pool. I even gave it a couple casual strokes for her to see. I threw her the ball and she threw it out again.
Instead of the retrieving it, I just sat on the side of the pool, cock at full attention.
Cora swam over. She still kept her shoulders under the water, but her eyes were locked on my pulsating cock.
“We’re family, it’s okay,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“We’re family, you can look at my cock and be curious. Nothing sexual, it’s okay.”
“I wasn’t looking at your cock.”
“Okay, but if you were, that would be okay. We’re family and we can do that and it’s not sexual.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re just curious.”
She nodded. “Just curious, of course. Can I touch it?”
“Of course.”
She leaned forward, lifting her top half out of the water. Her tits came free. Rounded hemispheres with long nipples and hard, tiny aureoles. She reached out and first gently, then more firmly, took my cock in her hand. She slid up and down the shaft.
“I’ve never had one this big,” she said. “I mean, I’ve never seen one this big. I’m still a virgin of course.”
“Of course,” I said.
She was still running her hands up and down my cock, so I decided to up the game another level. I reached down and cupped one of her breasts.
“Hey!” she said and jumped back. “Hands!”
“I was just curious. I was letting you be curious, I thought it would be okay. I’m sorry.”
I slipped into the pool and swam to the opposite end. A second later she swam up beside me.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “You can be curious too, as long as it’s, you know, non-sexual.”
“Thank you,” I said, and wiped a fake tear from my eye.
She didn’t waste any time. Her hands, both of them, were all over my cock, stroking up and down, even cupping my balls. I touched her breasts, running my fingers over them, pinching the nipples.
Cora moved in closer. The tip of my cock pressed against her stomach. She pushed it lower and slid it between her thighs, rubbing it against her slit.
“I was wondering,” she said, her lips moving closer to mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. “I was wondering just how curious you were, in a non-sexual way.” Her lips were merely an inch from mine.
“Pretty curious,” I said.
She shifted her body so the tip of my cock was poised just outside her cunt. Unlike my mom, she was an innie not an outie, shaven completely clean. My cock was hard as a rock and if she put any pressure it would slip inside.
She kissed me on the lips, hard, shoving her tongue inside.
“I’m curious what your cock would feel like inside me. In a non-sexual way.”
“Why don’t you find out, in a non-sexual way.”
She pulled herself onto my cock in a way that was pretty damn sexual.
I reached around, grabbed her ass and slid a finger into her asshole. She wrapped her legs around me and ground her cunt deep onto my cock. This girl was definitely no virgin, she knew what she was doing. I let her grind and fuck me for a moment, kissing me, while I felt up her tits.
I froze, pushed her away. My cock slid from her pussy.
“What?” she said. “What is it?”
I stammered. “We have to stop, this is becoming sexual.”
“What?”
“This is supposed to just be curious. We’re family, this can’t be sexual.”
Her demeanor had changed completely. “Sweetheart, in this family, it’s all sexual. Now let me at that cock again before I die from sexual undernourishment.”
“What about your boyfriend?” I asked.
“His dick is too small, forget him. You’re my new boyfriend, cousin, and I’m keeping it in the family.”
She reached for me and I retreated, swimming to the opposite side of the pool.
The back door opened and my mom came out, naked. She looked at us, both naked and at opposite sides of the pool. “What’s going on here?”
“Cora wants to have sex with me,” I said, trying to sound offended.
“Cora!” my mom said.
Cora snorted. “Like you have room to talk.”
I looked at my mom. “We were being curious, in a non-sexual way, then suddenly she’s all over me.”
My mom shook her head. I hopped out of the pool and made like I was going to go inside.
“Wait a sec,” my mom said. She waved Cora over and continued. “Look, sometimes it’s okay if family members make love to each other.”
I sniffed. “Really?”
“Yes. See watch, Cora and I can make love too.”
“No way,” Cora shouted. “I’m not a dyke.” She climbed out of the pool, ready to storm inside. My mom grabbed her arm and pulled her close. She pointed at my still-hard cock.
“To get to that, you better play along or you’re going to scare him away. He’s been very sheltered.” She pulled Cora to a lounge, had her lay down, then spread the younger girl’s legs. “Just relax, let me drive.”
My mom spread Cora’s pussy with her fingers and lapped up and down. I stood to the side, watching Cora stare at my cock as my mom licked and sucked her cunt. Cora’s nipples were long and hard, pointed upwards like darts. She rubbed her tits, slowly slid a hand down to her slit, then moaned as my mom hit a spot.
I watched for several minutes, slowly stroking my cock as my mom ate Cora out. I moved behind my mom and she shifted her ass in the air. I hovered my cock over her cheeks, letting Cora get an eyeful of the long shaft, the pink head, the drop of pre-cum that hovered on the tip. Then I leaned down and slid it into my mom’s pussy.
My mom and Cora moaned almost in unison. I kept my eyes locked on Cora as I slowly slid the shaft in and out of my mom. I pulled out, wiped my mom’s juice’s off, and licked my hand clean, then I slid it back in and increased my rhythm. My mom leaned hard into my cock as I rammed it home.
Cora, deprived of her aunt’s tongue, had to make due on her own. She had two fingers – now three – now four - working in and out of her cunt. Her legs were spread like a gymnast and she drove four fingers in and out, in and out. Juices dribbled from her slit, running down across her puckered asshole and puddling on the lounge. She moaned with each stroke of her hand – check that, with each stroke of my cock into my mom.
My mom groaned and came. I fought for control. I wasn’t ready to pop. I pulled out of my mom, moved so I was straddling Cora, and hovered my cock over her face.
Cora licked my mom’s juices off it, then shifted to her knees and sucked like a thousand-dollar whore. My mom moved beside me and rubbed her hands up and down my chest, then pulled my face down to her own mammoth breasts. I sucked greedily, licking, stretching, nipping. My mom ran her hands down and played with her slit, making circular motions on her pussy while I kept working over her tits.
I pulled Cora’s head free from my cock, spun her around and rammed my cock hard all the way home. She let out a scream that echoed off the far hillside. I squeezed her tits and pounded away.
My mom lay in front of Cora, spread her legs and tugged her niece’s head down. Cora resisted and I pulled out. She looked back at me with a sulky frown and I pointed to my mom’s soaked cunt. She nodded, frowned, and got to work. I stroked my cock a few times, and once I got the thumbs up from my mom, rammed it back home, pounding my cousin with every muscle in my body.
When I felt Cora come the third time, I was ready to blow. I pulled out and jerked Cora back by her hair so her face hung underneath my cock. I rammed my cock into her mouth and shot my load.
She swallowed it all.
* * *
Afer another slower, more passionate round of lovemaking, the three of us lounged in the pool in the darkness.
“If you want to get to my mom, the first thing you need to know is she’s a repressed lesbian,” Cora said.
My mom nodded.
Cora continued. “She’s dropped a couple of hints to me, but I’ve always blown her off. I am sure she would be receptive if I came on to her. She also would probably love a shot at your twin sister.”
“My what?”
“Your . . .” Cora turned to my mom. “You mean he doesn’t know?”
Part III
I had a twin sister. A wave of chills ran over me. I had always felt like something was missing, like a part of me wasn’t there. I attributed it to my being adopted and thought it would disappear when I met my adopted family. I had a twin sister. A wave of chills ran over me.
I had always felt like something was missing, like a part of me wasn’t there. I attributed it to my being adopted and thought it would disappear when I met my adopted family.
I had never suspected that I had a twin.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, once I found my voice again.
“I was going to,” my mother said, “but I haven’t had a chance yet. You’ve only been off the plane less than 36 hours and you’ve already had sex with me what, four times, five? And you’ve given Cora the work-over too.”
“Tell me about my sister. Where is she? Who is she?”
“Her name is Sheena. She is going to school about an hour away. I gave her up when I gave you up. I wanted the two of you to be adopted to the same home, but once you give a child up for adoption you lose all control over their fate. I didn’t find out until Sheena contacted me a year before you that you were in different homes.”
“Has she every been here? Does she know she has a twin brother? Have you slept with her too?”
“No, she hasn’t been here yet. Yes, she knows about you. I was going to have her over and introduce you. And no, since I haven’t met her face-to-face yet, I haven’t had sex with her. I don’t even know her proclivities. I won’t force myself on anyone.”
“Didn’t stop you from eating me out,” Cora added.
“You wanted his cock. You could have walked away,” my mom said.
Cora smiled but didn’t say anything.
“I need to meet her,” I said.
“We can call her tomorrow.”
* * *
I waited anxiously in the front window of my mom’s house, willing Sheena’s car to appear. Cora silently watched me pace back and forth like a caged tiger. She seemed to share some of my anxiety about the cousin she had heard of but never met.
She pulled me down to the couch and gave me a hug. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”
“I know, I’m just nervous.”
A car with a young woman inside pulled up in front. I couldn’t see her very well in the glare from the sun. I opened the front door and walked out as the woman got out of the car.
This, clearly, was Sheena, my twin sister.
Her basic frame was similar to mine, scrawny and tiny. Her face was a feminine version of mine. She wore a light colored sundress that tried to de-accentuate her bust, but failed. She had a chest that was obviously our mother’s – big and round. I think it was even bigger than our mother’s. She had a tiny but adorable ass under a skinny waist.
We locked eyes and approached each other. Cora stood in the door and watched, and my mother appeared behind her.
There was no “hello”, or other greeting, we simply collapsed into each other’s arms. As soon as we touched I immediately knew everything she was thinking. I knew that she was just as bewildered, overwhelmed, and confused as I was. I knew that she felt the same connection, as if two halves had just come together. And I knew that she was feeling a strange form of arousal.
Cora approached as we embraced. She touched my shoulder and I felt something else, something similar but different. Cora had changed when Sheena arrived. There was something more going on here that met the eye.
All three of us, at once, turned to my mom in the doorway.
“Seems we have a lot to talk about,” she said, and gestured us inside.
Sheena didn’t question it much when we all went out to the pool, undressed, and hopped in. As if skinny dipping was just the most normal thing in the world. She moved close and pressed against me. Cora had also moved close and was on the other side. It was like we three had become one. I had my arms around their asses, and somehow instinctively both of their hands were hovering on my stomach near my cock.
My mom leaned against the side of the pool.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
“I didn’t expect this kind of a reaction,” my mom said, looking perplexed.
“What kind of a reaction?”
“This!” she pointed at us. “I understand your reaction to Sheena, but if you were going to react to Cora I would have expected it when you first met her, not when Sheena arrived.”
“Stop talking in riddles!” I said. “What’s going on?”
My mom turned to Cora. “Cora, you’ve been lied to. I’m your mother. You three are siblings.”
Cora and I blurted out “what?” in unison.
“A year before my brother had his way with me and conceived these two, he did the same thing the first time. That time I fought him, and I was left unconscious with a broken arm, a fractured rib, and a face that looked like raw hamburger. That was why when he tried the same thing a year later I didn’t fight him. I knew what he could do. Cora, you were the product of that first night. Everyone, of course, blamed me, they always do. They wanted to protect Andre and they figured I was unfit to be a mother. So they placed Cora with my sister.”
Cora approached our mother. They hugged and shared a deep kiss.
“I believe you,” Cora said. “I’m so sorry. I promise you, you will never have to give me up again, I am yours - and yours...” she gestured at Sheena and I. “I have always loved you better than the woman who tried to be my mother.”
Cora and my mother paired off as Sheena and I watched. Sheena pressed her breasts against the side of my chest, and lay an arm on my growing cock. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and with the other I slowly caressed her breasts.
Cora was deep into a soul kiss with my – our - mother. She slipped her tongue out and ran it down our mother’s chin, down her neck, and down to her breasts, licking the tips and sucking. My mother lifted her tits to bring them closer to Cora’s face. Cora lapped all around the wide aureoles and my mother threw her head back with a gasp. She lifted Cora’s head back up to her own face and kissed her again.
“I will never, ever, let you go again.”
Our mother hopped up on the side of the pool and spread her legs. Cora dove in. Either she was a fast learner or had previous lesbian experience she wasn’t admitting to, because our mother lay back on the side of the pool and writhed in ecstasy under Cora’s ministrations. Cora spread our mother’s lobes wide and lapped, then slid three fingers inside and worked them in and out.
Our mother’s clit was engorged and stood out from its hood. Cora pushed the folds back even further and sucked and licked. Our mother grabbed Cora’s hair and pulled her face inwards, ramming her mouth into her cunt and onto her clit. Cora giggled as she increased her pace and slid a finger into our mother’s ass.
I admired the size of our mother’s clit – not for the first time. Somewhere in my connection with Sheena, the thought came that I hadn’t seen anything yet.
Sheena planted a kiss on my lips, a deep, soulful kiss. She lifted her breasts from the water. They were definitely bigger than our mom’s with wide, bumpy aureoles and long nipples. She pushed them into my face. I devoured them eagerly. My cock had come to full alert and was bumping against Sheena’s thighs. She reached down and pulled it up so she could rub it while I massaged, licked, and sucked her breasts.
After a moment, Sheena disengaged and moved to the side of the pool, laying out next to our mother. She spread her legs and motioned me between them.
Sheena was clearly our mother’s daughter. Meaty lobes surrounded the pink of her slit. I spread them gently and began licking. As I ran my tongue up to the top I encountered her clit. I pushed the hood back and sucked. It grew under my efforts and when I pulled back it was close to three inches long. “Told you so,” she said, out loud this time.
Our mother was grunting and groaning next to me as I sucked at my twin sister’s clit. Sheena lay back next to our mother. The two leaned gently into each other and kissed, then explored each other’s breasts with their hands.
Cora stopped and looked up. “I see a problem here,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“There are three girls and only one cock. We need toys.”
“I’ll be right back,” our mom said and shakily climbed to her feet, still feeling the effects of Cora’s masterful work. Returning a moment later with a small duffel bag, she dumped it out onto a towel.
Before us were an assortment of amazing toys. Some were really basic, including a couple of average-sized strap-ons. There were three vibrators of various sizes and there were three monster dongs – one shaped like a cock, one shaped like a fist, and one shaped like a strange scaly lizard thing.
“I also have a bunch of bondage stuff too, but that doesn’t work well in the pool.”
I picked up a couple of the monsters.
“Where do you put these?” I asked.
“Everywhere,” our mom said.
“In your pussy?”
“Or my ass.”
I stared at her. “Every girl I have ever slept with said I was too big for anal. Some didn’t even want to do vaginal.”
“You thought mommy couldn’t take your little boy cock up her ass? Here, let me show you what I can do.”
Cora and Sheena had paired off and Sheena was reaming Cora’s pussy with the small strap on. Our mom took the lizard thing and rubbed it down with lube, then positioned her asshole over it. She slid three fingers in her ass and pulled it open, hovering her pink gaping anus over the toy. She sent a shot of lube up her ass and pulled it open even wider. Lube slid down her thighs and dribbled down the dildo beneath her.
I stroked my cock as I watched my mother slide her stretched ass slowly down the shaft of this monster lizard thing. She stopped halfway and slid back upwards, causing her asshole to grip the dong and hang out behind her. She slid back out and gaped her ass, revealing the crumpled pink inside, then slipped it back down the dildo until she was sitting on the concrete. She then leaned forward, the dong still in her ass, and hovered her face next to mine.
“Does my little boy think his cock can handle mommy’s ass?”
I was out of the water in a flash. My cock was rock hard and I snatched up the lube. Our mother pulled the lizard thing from her ass, then rolled over on all fours, pointed her sphincter at me, and used two hands to stretch it. The pink flesh inside bowed outwards, lube sliding down her thick lobes. Her cunt gaped beneath. I needed no more encouragement. I slowly slid in my cock all the way as she squeezed her ass muscles, making me work and increasing the pleasure. As my balls hit her cunt, our mother groaned and begged me to fuck her hard.
Next to me Cora squealed “Anal! I want anal!” She rolled onto all fours, snatched up the lube, and dumped a dollop into her asshole. Sheena willingly obliged and slid her strap-on into Cora’s asshole.
The situation was insane. I was ball’s deep in my mom’s ass. Next to me, my twin sister was pounding my older sister’s asshole. We all stank of come, sweat, pussy juice, and chlorine.
It was fucking magnificent.
My balls slammed against our mom’s slit as I rammed my cock home into her ass, in and out, in and out. The creamy lube foamed and ran out, sliding down our mom’s cunt, sticking to my balls.
Cora came loudly, not for the first time, and rolled onto her back, passed out. Sheena slid over next to our mom, pointed her asshole in the air and dripped a dollop of lube in it.
“You think our mommy is the only one who can take your little boy cock up her ass?” Sheena asked.
Our mother smiled and slid her asshole off my cock, gripping it all the way and making her pink flesh slip briefly from her asshole when she slipped from my meat. “Fuck her like a bitch,” she said.
I shifted to my twin sister. The waves of need and desire that washed over me when I touched her almost knocked me over. She didn’t have to ask, I knew.
I slid two fingers from each hand into my twin sister’s sphincter and pulled it open. She lifted the bottle and poured a thick dollop of lube into her gaping ass. My cock was still slick with the lube from our mother’s anus, so I drove my cock hard into Sheena’s ass, ramming it home and slamming my balls against her slit. Sheena squealed. Her screech woke up Cora, who pulled on the largest strap on in the bag and went to work on our mother’s ass.
I don’t understand what happened next. Somehow the four of us connected. We became one, we knew what each other felt, we became a single, sexual, spiritual thing. A mother, her eldest daughter, and her twins. We became something that would never be pulled apart again, a single unit, a single entity, a single soul inhabiting four bodies. For the rest of our lives, we would be one.
And as one single connected thing, we all came in a single crashing, soul-rending orgasm a few minutes later.
We collapsed into a puppy pile, covered in lube, pussy juice, sweat, jizz, and even a tiny bit of blood. We touched each other, kissed, and dozed under the warm evening sun. Utterly satisfied, utterly content, utterly as one.
Then the door to house slammed open. Standing there were two women I recognized from photographs. A woman in her thirties - my aunt - and a woman in her fifties - my grandmother. They both looked pissed.
My grandmother held a shotgun.
Part IV
[Note: This part is kind of weak I admit. It gets better again in Part V.]
I had my first good look at my aunt and grandmother. My aunt was in her late 30s and looked like a slimmer version of my mom – with a small, cute, delightful little chest, and an ass similar to Sheena’s. My grandmother, who supposedly was in her late-50’s, also looked a lot like my mom, except she had spread out quite a bit. Both her chest and her hips were bigger – she was a very curvy girl. I had to admit, for her age, granny looked pretty damn good. She carried the curves a way women half her age would have killed for.
Looking good or not, grandma was holding a shotgun and she did not look like a happy camper.
She walked over to our cheerful little puppy pile and ordered us to get dressed. We were gagged, led out to an SUV in the driveway and driven to a large farmhouse about an hour away.
Once inside, I was separated from my mother and sisters. I was led to a large bedroom and locked in.
Downstairs I could hear raised voices, especially those of my mother, but aside from a few snippets, I had no idea what they were saying. Through our common bond I could feel anger and resentment, but no fear. I figured if she wasn’t afraid, I had no reason to be.
I poked around the room a little. There was an adjoining bathroom, and a comfortable chair, next to a table with magazines. They were mostly porn. I thought it odd my grandmother would have adult magazines around, but then I remembered who I was dealing with.
I’d had little sleep since I landed 48 hours prior. The bed looked tempting. Within minutes, I was asleep.
It was dark outside when I awoke. A small lamp had been lit and a sandwich was left out for me. A small bag with toiletries and a robe sat on the chair. The door was still locked and the house was silent. I didn’t know what time it was because my grandmother had taken my cell phone, but it seemed late. While I was concerned for my mother and sisters, I knew that I would know instantly if anything happened to them, so I was sure they were okay.
I ate the sandwich, drank some water, then took a shower and freshened up. When I exited the bathroom, I saw the bed had been turned all the way down, a large towel laid out, and the pillow had been replaced with a pair of folded towels. Also, several candles had been lit around the room and an incense burner gave off a pungent, sensual aroma.
A bottle of wine sat on the table. I poured myself a glass and settled into the easy chair, not sure what was going to happen next, but willing to await further developments.
There must have been a hidden camera somewhere in the room, because within a moment of my hitting the chair, there was a timid knock, and the door slid open. In came my aunt and my grandmother, this time without the shotgun.
My grandmother wore a black corset that cinched her waist and accentuated her impressive curves. Over that, she wore a sheer black robe and nothing else, revealing a full but neatly trimmed bush. If I had thought she had looked good earlier, she looked incredible now.
My aunt had on just a white thong and a sheer bra, nothing else. Her small tits and tiny, hard nipples stood out against her milky skin. The thin thong accentuated a shaven snatch and robust labia. She was tiny but incredibly sexy, and in many ways the sexual opposite of her own mother.
Their demeanor was different from earlier. They stood before me, smiling and perky. Their perfumes mixed with the incense and thickened the already heady aroma around the room – but did not completely cover up the growing smell of arousal. The glitter in the makeup around their eyes twinkled in the candlelight.
My aunt giggled, then my grandmother followed suit.
A few hours ago they were pointing a gun at me, now a giggling girl act?
They were on my seduction list – but this was not how you went about that. I just knew that no matter what I did, they would be the ones in control. I also knew they would never be in that spiritually connected circle of four – me, my sisters, my mom.
Still, here they were, looking hot and just about naked. I was game for a fuck, and I was pretty sure my mom would approve.
I tossed the rest of the glass of wine back in one gulp and poured another.
“Yes?” I asked, sounding as casual as possible.
My aunt giggled again. “I’m sorry how you were treated earlier, that was unfortunate. But we want to make it up to you. How about a nice massage from two gorgeous young ladies. We’ll give you the happiest ending you’ve ever had.”
They both giggled again, then turned and kissed each other deeply. Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies. My cock stirred under my robes. It had a mind of its own.
I stood up and they took off my robe, staring at my rising eight-and-a-half. I started towards the bed, but instead was directed to a desk chair that stood in the corner with a towel and sheet draped over it.
My grandmother removed her robe, giving me a clear view of her breasts. They were bigger than my mother’s and bigger than Sheena’s. Wide aureoles surrounded fat nipples on big, fat tits. I kept my eyes locked on them as she removed the pony tail from her jet black hair and let it fall around her shoulders.
She hovered her hands over my shoulders, barely touching them very lightly. Her breasts hung softly in front of my face. Her fingertips caressed my arms, then she pushed her breasts closer and brushed the tips against my lips. I was so mesmerized by what I was experiencing I didn’t even lick them.
My aunt had moved behind me, her body just touching mine. She dragged her long blonde hair over my shoulders and neck, then gently hissed nonsense words into my ears. A tingle ran up my spine and exploded across my head as her warm breath caressed the inside of my earlobe. She ran her fingertips across my chest, making light circles around my nipples. She breathed across my neck, then traced my arms back up to my shoulders. Ever so softly she dragged fingernails down my back.
My aunt came around and moved behind my grandmother, caressing her mother’s bare breasts. My grandmother closed her eyes as my aunt whispered softly into her ear. Her fingertips found my grandmother’s nipples and flitted across them as she made soft hissing sounds. My grandmother reached back and ran her fingers softly through my aunt’s hair, turning and hissing into her ear in return. My aunt smiled at me as a rush of tingles coursed through my body.
They turned to face each other and continued their caresses, seeming to forget me completely. My aunt softly blew air across my grandmother’s breasts, while my grandmother caressed her hair with her fingertips. They both purred.
Their lips met – almost, stopping just a fraction of a centimeter apart, then brushing against each other. They repeated this several times, before my grandmother lowered her face to my aunt’s breasts and breathed across them.
A feather appeared in my grandmother’s hand. My aunt’s eyes got wide. She pulled off her bra and thong, then lay down on the bed, face up. My grandmother began at my aunt’s toes and worked upwards, dragging the feather across her skin, which flushed at the touch. When the feather reached the junction between her legs, my aunt spread them slightly, allowing my grandmother to drag the feather up across them, back down the top of a thigh, then back up between her legs – only to repeat the process on the opposite thigh. She did this several times before lifting the feather and running it across her tongue. She slipped the feather between my aunt’s breasts, made several loops across each, and tingled her nipples. My aunt’s purrs and moans filled the room.
I was mesmerized. They caressed, purred, and occasionally moaned in pleasure. I was rock hard but didn’t want to stroke for fear of interrupting the tingling magic that had overtaken them – me - entire room.
My grandmother ran the feather across my aunt’s face and neck, then lifted it, turned to me, and ran it down along her own breasts, her own slit and down her legs. When she bent over to caress her feet, my aunt sat up on the bed and caressed my grandmother’s ass with her fingertips, blowing her warm breath across her exposed slit.
They both slowly arose and turned to me. My grandmother indicated the bed. I complied and lay face up on the bed as ordered.
Before I realized what had happened, they had slipped cuffs on both my wrists, chaining me to the bed. I was about to protest, but my aunt put a finger across my lips and winked.
My aunt positioned herself near my head and softly caressed my scalp, my face, my neck, barely touching the skin. She dragged her hair across my face, neck and shoulders. She hovered her breasts over my mouth just long enough for me to get a slight taste, before pulling them back and giving me a very soft, gentle kiss on the lips. She blew into my ears first one, then the other, then the first.
Meanwhile my grandmother started at my feet with the feather, working her way up the inside of my thighs. When she reached my pulsating cock she ran the feather up it twice, then moved up my chest and across my nipples. She ran it along my side, along my arm, and back to my leg, and back to my cock, where she stroked the feather upwards and off the tip, then placed it back against my balls, stroking it again up the shaft and off the tip. She repeated this over and over.
Pre-come dribbled down my cock.
My aunt’s whispering in my ears had resolved into words as she went back and forth between right and left, dragging her blonde hair across my face and head with each pass. In my right ear she whispered words like “love”, “desire”, “passion” and in my left she whispered words like “cock”, “cunt”, “fuck”. Every few passes she would lean forward and brush her breasts across my face. I reached up with my tongue but was only ever granted the briefest taste of flesh before the alternating words began again.
My cock was throbbing and tingling all at once. My grandmother pressed two fingers softly against the base, bent over, and with a wide open mouth just inches from the tip, blew across it. I groaned. My aunt stopped her whispering, drew her hair across my face, then hovered her breasts over my mouth. I could barely make my tongue reach the tip of her nipple. I flicked it across the tip, greedily.
My grandmother continued her breathes across my cock, holding her open mouth she slipped it down so that the tip was inside but her lips weren’t touching the head or the sides. She blew out a hot, wet breath and I felt like I was going to explode. She closed her lips for just a second right below the base of the head.
She moved up and flicked the very tip of her tongue right behind my cock’s head, repeatedly, taking me beyond sanity. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have release.
“Please,” I whispered, almost cried, “please let me come . . . “
My grandmother closed her lips and slid them all they way down my cock to the base. Once more, twice more, and I unloading everything I had across her face and massive chest. I groaned. I felt like I was coming an ocean.
My aunt licked every drop off of her mother’s body.
My aunt and grandmother got up silently, uncuffed me, and picked up their outfits. I propped myself up on my elbows.
“That was wonderful,” I said. “But what the fuck is this all about? Earlier today you were pointing a gun at me, now you give me a tingle-fuck. What’s going on?”
“Tonight, we had to make sure you were fully functional,” my grandmother said. “The rest will all become clear tomorrow.”
Before I could ask any more questions, they slipped out of the room and I lay naked on the bed, my cock still throbbing, my scalp still pulsating, my brain utterly puzzled...
Part V
My mother had painted my aunt and grandmother as sexually repressed religious nuts. I was going to try to seduce them, but they had beat me to it. Nothing made sense.
Something crazy was going on.
I was kept locked in the room until dusk the next evening. My grandmother brought me a light dinner then ordered me to shower and handed me a purple robe like you would wear in a church choir and told me to put it on – nothing underneath.
I was brought downstairs, where my aunt was guarding my sisters and mother, also wearing purple robes. The four of us embraced for a moment.
My grandmother spoke. “Two weeks ago, I found a cave on the far corner of the farm. Inside there was a large chamber where I heard whispering voices. She heard them too,” she added, pointing to my aunt.
“Whispering voices…” my mother said. “Fabulous.”
“We brought our pastor, he heard them too. The voices said ‘I need a body’, ‘It is time to for me to come’, and things like that. We prayed about it and realized that we were witnessing the second coming of our Lord. All he needs is a vessel. A body, a child to be conceived by Him.”
“So what does that have to do with us?” I asked. “Why the guns? Why the threesome last night? It still doesn’t make sense.”
“Your seed in your mother, in the cave, will be the vessel.”
My mother laughed. “Your kidding, right? First off, even if we did this, it’s not my time of the month. I’m not fertile right now so he can dump a gallon of jizz inside me and it’s not going to make a difference.”
“The Lord shall make it so!” my grandmother intoned.
“Next,” my mother continued. “the second coming of the Lord, if you believe in that sort of thing, is not going to happen in some podunk cave in the corner of your farm. And finally, even if I conceive, I’m not giving you my child. You took three kids away from me. You tried to prevent me from meeting them again, from them knowing they were my children. You treat me like shit. Well, my kids are back, and you will never do that to me again.”
My grandmother pointed the gun at my mother. “You’ll do what I tell you, slut. You’ve always been a slut, and you will always be one.”
I spoke up. “You weren’t exactly virginal up in my room last night. You sucked a pretty mean cock there, granny. And that was some wild girl-on-girl action.”
“That was necessary. We had to be sure you were . . . um . . . fully functional.”
“I was fully functional all over your tits. Anytime you want a replay, just let me know.”
“You two spend too much time locked up in this house,” my mother added. “You’re repressed bisexuals in an incestuous lesbian relationship coming up with excuses to justify your inability to live up to your own morals. That’s why Andre turned out the way he did.”
“Enough of this!” my grandmother said. “The pastor and the congregation are in the cave now. You will come with us, you will conceive the child who will be the second coming.”
“So what are we here for?” Cora asked, indicating herself and Sheena.
“You are acolytes, your will help prepare the seed.”
“Whatever.”
I shook my head. “So you want us to go down there and have sex in front of your congregation. Then we get to go home and you will leave us be for nine months, right?”
“Basically, yes.”
“Whatever. Fucking in front of an audience sounds hot.”
“Yeah, baby,” Cora said.
We were led by torchlight along a path through the fields and into a copse of trees. The entry to a cave was in the center.
The opening was narrow but once inside widened to a chamber almost fifty feet across and just about as high. A ramp led down to the floor of the chamber, where a large dais had been erected with a huge altar. A large crowd stood around the dais wearing black robes. Next to the altar stood two steps leading to a rock formation. If I were prone to fits of imagination, I could imagine that formation resembled a throne.
Suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.
To one side, a choir sang a hymn to the accompaniment of a small keyboard. Cora managed to adjust her robes so that they were hanging behind her like a cape. She strutted down the ramp otherwise nude as if she were in a wet T-shirt contest at the beach, waving her arms in the air and shaking her tits.
Sunday School teacher. Yah.
We were escorted to the dais. My mother was told to lay down on a padded table in front, and I was positioned next to her with my sisters on either side. My pastor said a few words to the waiting audience, who gave some canned group replies, then he turned to us.
“Prepare the carrier,” he said. We all looked at him blankly, until my grandmother added, “Get him hard.”
I think they expected we would do something subtle under our robes. That just wasn’t our style, and all four of us got nude. Sheena and I kissed passionately. Cora leaped up on to the altar. I had never seen a woman do a stripper dance to church music until that moment. The pastor ordered her to get down but she ignored him. Most of the congregation looked aghast, but there were at least a few smiling faces, and a couple of folks were boogeying along and enjoying the spectacle.
My mother leaned forward and she, Sheena, and I had a three-way kiss, then Cora grabbed Sheena’s arm and dragged her up onto the altar with her, leaving our mother and I to kiss and fondle on our own.
Sheena wasn’t as familiar with stripper dancing as Cora, but she followed her older sister’s lead. Cora slid down onto her back and spread her legs towards the audience. Sheena did the same. Cora spread her lips. Sheena followed suit. Cora rolled over and kissed Sheena, and a moment later the two were in a graphic 69 on the altar. Cora’s lips were locked on Sheena’s clit she had most of her right hand in Sheena’s cunt. Meanwhile, Sheena was using at least four fingers to gape Cora’s asshole as she rimmed her and licked the pink flesh inside. They were definitely enjoying the attention. The pastor had his head in his hands.
My mother and I had been kissing. My mother pulled up one of her breasts and licked it, sucking on her long brown nipples and licking her wide aureole. She pulled my head into her cleavage. I worked her other breast over with my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of the pebbled nipples and big, soft, bountiful mom-tit. My cock was becoming rock hard and I slid it up and down against our mother’s soft stomach, my balls bumped against her clit and landing strip.
The congregation was breaking up into two camps. One camp had retreated backwards and were huddled against the back of the chamber, aghast. A much smaller contingent, made up mostly of younger folks, had approached the dais and were watching intently, egging us on. Some had tossed their robes and were nude themselves, stroking their cock or rubbing their pussy. One couple had paired off and were fucking frantically.
The pastor suddenly raised a hand into the air, then pointed at our mother and I.
“He approaches! Penetrate her!” he called.
Cora disengaged from Sheena and stood up, chanting “Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION!” over and over. The crowd around the dais picked it up until the room rocked with the four-syllable beat.
My mother whispered. “He doesn’t have to ask twice, does he?” She reached down and spread her glistening labia. Her soft pink pussy flesh waited inside, a thick streamer of grool slipping out and tricking across her slightly-open asshole. I gave my cock a final stroke. The frenzy of the small crowd next to us was amazing. I slowly slipped inside of her, making her feel every inch of my purple, pulsating meat. She leaned back as I slowly began to fuck her. Sheena straddled our mother and spread her lips. My mother licked her and Sheena rolled her head back.
I stroked in time with the “penetration” chant. Out-in-out-IN with an extra hard shove on “-TION!” that elicited moans from my mother.
The crowd made me hornier than I thought it was ever possible to be. My mother’s juices rolled down my legs as I fucked her. She licked my twin sister frantically and slipped two fingers up her ass. Cora was on all fours with several fingers spreading her slit open, showing pink to the crowd.
We four were the hottest thing ever. Even some of the initially reticent crowd started to join the party next to the dais. I saw more than one robe – both girls and boys – with wet spots on the front.
The pastor held up his hand again, then pointed at my mother and I. “He is here! Fertilize her!”
I pumped harder and faster. My mother arched her back. I shot my seed into my mother’s unprotected cunt in a resounding orgasm, coating her cervix. In my moment of glory, I leaned my head back and looked up to the ceiling of the chamber.
Then I saw it. “He” arrived.
A bluish-black cloud coalesced near the roof of the chamber. It floated down until it hovered over the stone “throne” at the front of the chamber. Slowly it formed itself into . . . something…
“He” was actually a “she”. She stood seven feet tall, had deep blue skin, glowing coal-red eyes, and shining white hair. She had two dainty horns sprouting from her forehead, and large breasts swelled on her chest. Her wide nipples were beige. She took a seat on the throne.
The organ music and chanting had stopped and everyone had turned to stare at this monstrosity that had emerged into their midst. Everyone seemed to be surprised, frozen in place, except my grandmother, who raced up to the base of the throne and fell to her knees.
“We have prepared a new vessel,” she said, pointing to me and my mother. “Penetrate her and take her seed.”
The thing had a sweet voice that echoed through the chamber. “What?” she said, a puzzled look playing across her face. She glanced down between her legs. “Do I look like I have the hardware to penetrate anything? And what vessel? What the fuck are you talking about?”
Silence filled the room.
“I am the cave spirit. This is my home. This is a funny party you’re having here, but I’m good with it. Back in the day, before the white people came, we had parties in here at least once a moon. The Native Americans knew how to have a good time. All the cocks and tits a girl could handle. It was the stuff. Then the puritanical Europeans came. All a girl does is try to have a sexy little cave party and the next thing you know, people are getting burned at the stake. What’s up with that? Bring back the parties!”
“Ahem,” the pastor cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I am in charge here. I thought this was to be the second coming of the Lord, not . . . this. We heard your whispering about a body, about coming.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a good fuck? Yes I need a body. I need a hard cock up my ass. But the second coming of the Lord? Wait, you’re one of the witch burners, aren’t you. Okay – everyone who is with this guy – get out of my cave. Anyone who wants to party can stay, bring your friends, lets get naked, dance, fuck, and do things we will regret tomorrow. But you witch burners gotta go.”
Silence reined for a few minutes. Then the pastor and the congregants who were still huddled in the back started up the ramp out. Those who remained were reaching for their phones, probably to call their friends.
The spirit turned her eyes on the four of us.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I gave birth to these three,” my mother said, indicating her three offspring. “They were taken from me as children. They are now adults and we were just reunited over the past three days. We have gotten close.”
The spirit giggled. “You looked pretty close a few minutes ago. Mommy issues. That was fucking hot.” She winked. “Just do me a favor, can you bring back the parties? A girl gets lonely.”
I walked to the edge of the dais and called out to the remaining crowd. “What are you guys doing on Saturday nights for the next, say, millennia? Anybody want to party with a hot cave spirit?”
A cheer went up.
“There’s your answer,” I said.
She smiled. “You four are special, you are connected, you share a bond. You honor my cave with your presence and are welcome here any time. Now let’s get this party going again.”
Someone had brought a boom box and suddenly the cave was filled with a thumping beat. Cora and Sheena moved to the front of the dais and picked up their stripper act right where they had left off. Soon they were in an explicit 69 on the stage. A couple naked church girls jumped up and started bumping and grinding next to them. The rest of the remaining congregation were dancing, stroking, or fucking.
The cave spirit pointed to the altar. “Is that an altar of the witch burners?”
“Yep.”
“Let’s desecrate that bitch. I haven’t had a cock up my ass in a couple hundred years.”
She walked to the altar and leaned over it, stretching her ass wide. Instead of pink, her ass flesh was creamy white. Someone had brought my mom’s duffel bag of sex aids and tossed it on the dais. I dug out the lube, but the spirit stopped me.
“You don’t need that. I’m a cave spirit. My secret places are always deep and wet.” She winked.
I stroked my cock a couple of times to bring it completely to attention, then slid my pulsating purple meat into the spirits ass, slowly, letting her enjoy every inch. She moaned as I entered her.
My mom took the lizard-like dong from her toy bag, lubed it up and plunked it on the altar in front of the cave spirit. Climbing on top of the altar, my mother spread her asshole wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Arching her back, she slid her gaping ass down the gargantuan dong until it was entirely inside of her, the she pulled the spirit’s mouth to her pussy that had been stretched open by the pressure inside her asshole. The spirit slid her long tongue deep into my mom’s waiting snatch. My mom moaned, her nipples hard as rocks and pointing to the sky as the spirit plunged deeper into her, and I pounded my cock into the spirit’s waiting ass.
I glanced up and saw a line of people were starting to make their way down the ramp – mostly college aged kids but also some older folks. They carried kegs and coolers and were in various stages of dress or undress – though most were naked by the time they reached the floor of the cavern. The impromptu dance floor that had formed was made up of two factions, one side were the dancers, and the other side were the fuckers and strokers. Tits, clits, and cocks were everywhere.
Cora and Sheena were now using strap-ons on each other, probing all of their holes with gusto. Any aperture that wasn’t being plugged was hanging open from having just been plugged. The two other girls who had joined them on the stage were in a make-out session with their pink pussies pointed at the crowd.
It was nasty. It was glorious. It drove me into a frenzy. I rammed my cock harder and harder into the spirit’s ass.
She groaned. “Pound that thing. Don’t be gentle!”
I reached around and felt her tits as I pumped. They were soft with hard nipples. She had a pleasant earthy smell, like you might expect a cave spirit would have. She squeezed her asshole against my cock, causing her creamy flesh to slide in and out of her asshole against my cock with each stroke. The sensation of the cave spirit’s asshole was indescribable. I felt my balls tighten as I shot my second load since we had entered the cave. The spirit groaned. My mom leaned forward, her cunt gaping even wider, and the two dissolved into a deep soul kiss while I unloaded shot after shot into the cave spirit’s ass.
I pulled out, my cock still dripping pearls. The moment I was free of the spirit’s ass, Cora and Sheena sucked at my cock, drinking every drop they could from me. Even after I was dry, they kept going. It didn’t take long until I was hard again. They brought me to the front of the dais before the growing crowd that had to number fifty or sixty by now. They tag teamed my cock with their mouths, sucking it all down their throats, flicking their tongues across the head. Within minutes I was ready to shoot again. Cora grabbed my cock, pointed it at the cheering crowd and stroked it until I shot thick ropy threads into the audience, to a raucous roar.
My mom came up behind me. “You’re not thinking of getting soft yet, are you?” She pushed onto my back and sucked my cock until it got hard yet again. She climbed onboard, and the blue cave spirit pulled her creamy, gaping cunt wide open above my face.
Everything just blended together. An endless stream of orgasms, of my sisters’ bodies, my mom’s body, and the cave spirit’s blue skin. Finally, hours later, we all lay on the dais as the last of the party-goers filtered out.
We were utterly spent, but utterly satisfied.
* * *
It was a hot mid-September evening. I walked inside. My sisters, who had moved in, were in their rooms studying but my mom was out in the pool. I stripped and joined her.
“You were over the cave?” she asked.
“Yeah, her wi-fi was wonky, I had to fix it.”
“I guess she appreciated your work. Your money shot is already up on her OnlyFans.”
Since we were going to have parties in the cave for the foreseeable future, we had decided to deck it out. The throne room was the dance floor. The chamber to the east was a pool and jacuzzi. And the chamber to the north had three stages with brass poles. We had hooked up wifi and got some tech for the cave spirit. She took to social media immediately and, for a girl who never left her cave, she was the hottest thing on the web. Her OF, CaveCunt, was in the top 5% and her Insta and TikToks pushed the limits of what the platforms allowed. Her Twitter had made #ThatStalagmiteThang the hottest tag of the month.
My aunt and grandmother were trying to get back in her good graces and had almost succeeded. I figured it wouldn’t be long before I was pounding my grandmother’s ass at one of our regular cave parties.
“That cave spirit is one hot property,” I said.
My mom straddled me, reaching down and stroking my cock.
“Is she as hot as your mommy whore?” she asked.
I was at full attention. My mom slid her pussy slowly down my cock, squeezing her muscles as she did so, eliciting a moan from me. She pressed her soft, pendulous mom-tits against my face and settled into a slow, steady rhythm.
“No,” I said, closing my eyes as she worked her magic. “Nobody is as hot as my mommy whore.”
THE END
Something crazy was going on.
I was kept locked in the room until dusk the next evening. My grandmother brought me a light dinner then ordered me to shower and handed me a purple robe like you would wear in a church choir and told me to put it on – nothing underneath.
I was brought downstairs, where my aunt was guarding my sisters and mother, also wearing purple robes. The four of us embraced for a moment.
My grandmother spoke. “Two weeks ago, I found a cave on the far corner of the farm. Inside there was a large chamber where I heard whispering voices. She heard them too,” she added, pointing to my aunt.
“Whispering voices…” my mother said. “Fabulous.”
“We brought our pastor, he heard them too. The voices said ‘I need a body’, ‘It is time to for me to come’, and things like that. We prayed about it and realized that we were witnessing the second coming of our Lord. All he needs is a vessel. A body, a child to be conceived by Him.”
“So what does that have to do with us?” I asked. “Why the guns? Why the threesome last night? It still doesn’t make sense.”
“Your seed in your mother, in the cave, will be the vessel.”
My mother laughed. “Your kidding, right? First off, even if we did this, it’s not my time of the month. I’m not fertile right now so he can dump a gallon of jizz inside me and it’s not going to make a difference.”
“The Lord shall make it so!” my grandmother intoned.
“Next,” my mother continued. “the second coming of the Lord, if you believe in that sort of thing, is not going to happen in some podunk cave in the corner of your farm. And finally, even if I conceive, I’m not giving you my child. You took three kids away from me. You tried to prevent me from meeting them again, from them knowing they were my children. You treat me like shit. Well, my kids are back, and you will never do that to me again.”
My grandmother pointed the gun at my mother. “You’ll do what I tell you, slut. You’ve always been a slut, and you will always be one.”
I spoke up. “You weren’t exactly virginal up in my room last night. You sucked a pretty mean cock there, granny. And that was some wild girl-on-girl action.”
“That was necessary. We had to be sure you were . . . um . . . fully functional.”
“I was fully functional all over your tits. Anytime you want a replay, just let me know.”
“You two spend too much time locked up in this house,” my mother added. “You’re repressed bisexuals in an incestuous lesbian relationship coming up with excuses to justify your inability to live up to your own morals. That’s why Andre turned out the way he did.”
“Enough of this!” my grandmother said. “The pastor and the congregation are in the cave now. You will come with us, you will conceive the child who will be the second coming.”
“So what are we here for?” Cora asked, indicating herself and Sheena.
“You are acolytes, your will help prepare the seed.”
“Whatever.”
I shook my head. “So you want us to go down there and have sex in front of your congregation. Then we get to go home and you will leave us be for nine months, right?”
“Basically, yes.”
“Whatever. Fucking in front of an audience sounds hot.”
“Yeah, baby,” Cora said.
We were led by torchlight along a path through the fields and into a copse of trees. The entry to a cave was in the center.
The opening was narrow but once inside widened to a chamber almost fifty feet across and just about as high. A ramp led down to the floor of the chamber, where a large dais had been erected with a huge altar. A large crowd stood around the dais wearing black robes. Next to the altar stood two steps leading to a rock formation. If I were prone to fits of imagination, I could imagine that formation resembled a throne.
Suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.
To one side, a choir sang a hymn to the accompaniment of a small keyboard. Cora managed to adjust her robes so that they were hanging behind her like a cape. She strutted down the ramp otherwise nude as if she were in a wet T-shirt contest at the beach, waving her arms in the air and shaking her tits.
Sunday School teacher. Yah.
We were escorted to the dais. My mother was told to lay down on a padded table in front, and I was positioned next to her with my sisters on either side. My pastor said a few words to the waiting audience, who gave some canned group replies, then he turned to us.
“Prepare the carrier,” he said. We all looked at him blankly, until my grandmother added, “Get him hard.”
I think they expected we would do something subtle under our robes. That just wasn’t our style, and all four of us got nude. Sheena and I kissed passionately. Cora leaped up on to the altar. I had never seen a woman do a stripper dance to church music until that moment. The pastor ordered her to get down but she ignored him. Most of the congregation looked aghast, but there were at least a few smiling faces, and a couple of folks were boogeying along and enjoying the spectacle.
My mother leaned forward and she, Sheena, and I had a three-way kiss, then Cora grabbed Sheena’s arm and dragged her up onto the altar with her, leaving our mother and I to kiss and fondle on our own.
Sheena wasn’t as familiar with stripper dancing as Cora, but she followed her older sister’s lead. Cora slid down onto her back and spread her legs towards the audience. Sheena did the same. Cora spread her lips. Sheena followed suit. Cora rolled over and kissed Sheena, and a moment later the two were in a graphic 69 on the altar. Cora’s lips were locked on Sheena’s clit she had most of her right hand in Sheena’s cunt. Meanwhile, Sheena was using at least four fingers to gape Cora’s asshole as she rimmed her and licked the pink flesh inside. They were definitely enjoying the attention. The pastor had his head in his hands.
My mother and I had been kissing. My mother pulled up one of her breasts and licked it, sucking on her long brown nipples and licking her wide aureole. She pulled my head into her cleavage. I worked her other breast over with my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of the pebbled nipples and big, soft, bountiful mom-tit. My cock was becoming rock hard and I slid it up and down against our mother’s soft stomach, my balls bumped against her clit and landing strip.
The congregation was breaking up into two camps. One camp had retreated backwards and were huddled against the back of the chamber, aghast. A much smaller contingent, made up mostly of younger folks, had approached the dais and were watching intently, egging us on. Some had tossed their robes and were nude themselves, stroking their cock or rubbing their pussy. One couple had paired off and were fucking frantically.
The pastor suddenly raised a hand into the air, then pointed at our mother and I.
“He approaches! Penetrate her!” he called.
Cora disengaged from Sheena and stood up, chanting “Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION!” over and over. The crowd around the dais picked it up until the room rocked with the four-syllable beat.
My mother whispered. “He doesn’t have to ask twice, does he?” She reached down and spread her glistening labia. Her soft pink pussy flesh waited inside, a thick streamer of grool slipping out and tricking across her slightly-open asshole. I gave my cock a final stroke. The frenzy of the small crowd next to us was amazing. I slowly slipped inside of her, making her feel every inch of my purple, pulsating meat. She leaned back as I slowly began to fuck her. Sheena straddled our mother and spread her lips. My mother licked her and Sheena rolled her head back.
I stroked in time with the “penetration” chant. Out-in-out-IN with an extra hard shove on “-TION!” that elicited moans from my mother.
The crowd made me hornier than I thought it was ever possible to be. My mother’s juices rolled down my legs as I fucked her. She licked my twin sister frantically and slipped two fingers up her ass. Cora was on all fours with several fingers spreading her slit open, showing pink to the crowd.
We four were the hottest thing ever. Even some of the initially reticent crowd started to join the party next to the dais. I saw more than one robe – both girls and boys – with wet spots on the front.
The pastor held up his hand again, then pointed at my mother and I. “He is here! Fertilize her!”
I pumped harder and faster. My mother arched her back. I shot my seed into my mother’s unprotected cunt in a resounding orgasm, coating her cervix. In my moment of glory, I leaned my head back and looked up to the ceiling of the chamber.
Then I saw it. “He” arrived.
A bluish-black cloud coalesced near the roof of the chamber. It floated down until it hovered over the stone “throne” at the front of the chamber. Slowly it formed itself into . . . something…
“He” was actually a “she”. She stood seven feet tall, had deep blue skin, glowing coal-red eyes, and shining white hair. She had two dainty horns sprouting from her forehead, and large breasts swelled on her chest. Her wide nipples were beige. She took a seat on the throne.
The organ music and chanting had stopped and everyone had turned to stare at this monstrosity that had emerged into their midst. Everyone seemed to be surprised, frozen in place, except my grandmother, who raced up to the base of the throne and fell to her knees.
“We have prepared a new vessel,” she said, pointing to me and my mother. “Penetrate her and take her seed.”
The thing had a sweet voice that echoed through the chamber. “What?” she said, a puzzled look playing across her face. She glanced down between her legs. “Do I look like I have the hardware to penetrate anything? And what vessel? What the fuck are you talking about?”
Silence filled the room.
“I am the cave spirit. This is my home. This is a funny party you’re having here, but I’m good with it. Back in the day, before the white people came, we had parties in here at least once a moon. The Native Americans knew how to have a good time. All the cocks and tits a girl could handle. It was the stuff. Then the puritanical Europeans came. All a girl does is try to have a sexy little cave party and the next thing you know, people are getting burned at the stake. What’s up with that? Bring back the parties!”
“Ahem,” the pastor cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I am in charge here. I thought this was to be the second coming of the Lord, not . . . this. We heard your whispering about a body, about coming.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a good fuck? Yes I need a body. I need a hard cock up my ass. But the second coming of the Lord? Wait, you’re one of the witch burners, aren’t you. Okay – everyone who is with this guy – get out of my cave. Anyone who wants to party can stay, bring your friends, lets get naked, dance, fuck, and do things we will regret tomorrow. But you witch burners gotta go.”
Silence reined for a few minutes. Then the pastor and the congregants who were still huddled in the back started up the ramp out. Those who remained were reaching for their phones, probably to call their friends.
The spirit turned her eyes on the four of us.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I gave birth to these three,” my mother said, indicating her three offspring. “They were taken from me as children. They are now adults and we were just reunited over the past three days. We have gotten close.”
The spirit giggled. “You looked pretty close a few minutes ago. Mommy issues. That was fucking hot.” She winked. “Just do me a favor, can you bring back the parties? A girl gets lonely.”
I walked to the edge of the dais and called out to the remaining crowd. “What are you guys doing on Saturday nights for the next, say, millennia? Anybody want to party with a hot cave spirit?”
A cheer went up.
“There’s your answer,” I said.
She smiled. “You four are special, you are connected, you share a bond. You honor my cave with your presence and are welcome here any time. Now let’s get this party going again.”
Someone had brought a boom box and suddenly the cave was filled with a thumping beat. Cora and Sheena moved to the front of the dais and picked up their stripper act right where they had left off. Soon they were in an explicit 69 on the stage. A couple naked church girls jumped up and started bumping and grinding next to them. The rest of the remaining congregation were dancing, stroking, or fucking.
The cave spirit pointed to the altar. “Is that an altar of the witch burners?”
“Yep.”
“Let’s desecrate that bitch. I haven’t had a cock up my ass in a couple hundred years.”
She walked to the altar and leaned over it, stretching her ass wide. Instead of pink, her ass flesh was creamy white. Someone had brought my mom’s duffel bag of sex aids and tossed it on the dais. I dug out the lube, but the spirit stopped me.
“You don’t need that. I’m a cave spirit. My secret places are always deep and wet.” She winked.
I stroked my cock a couple of times to bring it completely to attention, then slid my pulsating purple meat into the spirits ass, slowly, letting her enjoy every inch. She moaned as I entered her.
My mom took the lizard-like dong from her toy bag, lubed it up and plunked it on the altar in front of the cave spirit. Climbing on top of the altar, my mother spread her asshole wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Arching her back, she slid her gaping ass down the gargantuan dong until it was entirely inside of her, the she pulled the spirit’s mouth to her pussy that had been stretched open by the pressure inside her asshole. The spirit slid her long tongue deep into my mom’s waiting snatch. My mom moaned, her nipples hard as rocks and pointing to the sky as the spirit plunged deeper into her, and I pounded my cock into the spirit’s waiting ass.
I glanced up and saw a line of people were starting to make their way down the ramp – mostly college aged kids but also some older folks. They carried kegs and coolers and were in various stages of dress or undress – though most were naked by the time they reached the floor of the cavern. The impromptu dance floor that had formed was made up of two factions, one side were the dancers, and the other side were the fuckers and strokers. Tits, clits, and cocks were everywhere.
Cora and Sheena were now using strap-ons on each other, probing all of their holes with gusto. Any aperture that wasn’t being plugged was hanging open from having just been plugged. The two other girls who had joined them on the stage were in a make-out session with their pink pussies pointed at the crowd.
It was nasty. It was glorious. It drove me into a frenzy. I rammed my cock harder and harder into the spirit’s ass.
She groaned. “Pound that thing. Don’t be gentle!”
I reached around and felt her tits as I pumped. They were soft with hard nipples. She had a pleasant earthy smell, like you might expect a cave spirit would have. She squeezed her asshole against my cock, causing her creamy flesh to slide in and out of her asshole against my cock with each stroke. The sensation of the cave spirit’s asshole was indescribable. I felt my balls tighten as I shot my second load since we had entered the cave. The spirit groaned. My mom leaned forward, her cunt gaping even wider, and the two dissolved into a deep soul kiss while I unloaded shot after shot into the cave spirit’s ass.
I pulled out, my cock still dripping pearls. The moment I was free of the spirit’s ass, Cora and Sheena sucked at my cock, drinking every drop they could from me. Even after I was dry, they kept going. It didn’t take long until I was hard again. They brought me to the front of the dais before the growing crowd that had to number fifty or sixty by now. They tag teamed my cock with their mouths, sucking it all down their throats, flicking their tongues across the head. Within minutes I was ready to shoot again. Cora grabbed my cock, pointed it at the cheering crowd and stroked it until I shot thick ropy threads into the audience, to a raucous roar.
My mom came up behind me. “You’re not thinking of getting soft yet, are you?” She pushed onto my back and sucked my cock until it got hard yet again. She climbed onboard, and the blue cave spirit pulled her creamy, gaping cunt wide open above my face.
Everything just blended together. An endless stream of orgasms, of my sisters’ bodies, my mom’s body, and the cave spirit’s blue skin. Finally, hours later, we all lay on the dais as the last of the party-goers filtered out.
We were utterly spent, but utterly satisfied.
* * *
It was a hot mid-September evening. I walked inside. My sisters, who had moved in, were in their rooms studying but my mom was out in the pool. I stripped and joined her.
“You were over the cave?” she asked.
“Yeah, her wi-fi was wonky, I had to fix it.”
“I guess she appreciated your work. Your money shot is already up on her OnlyFans.”
Since we were going to have parties in the cave for the foreseeable future, we had decided to deck it out. The throne room was the dance floor. The chamber to the east was a pool and jacuzzi. And the chamber to the north had three stages with brass poles. We had hooked up wifi and got some tech for the cave spirit. She took to social media immediately and, for a girl who never left her cave, she was the hottest thing on the web. Her OF, CaveCunt, was in the top 5% and her Insta and TikToks pushed the limits of what the platforms allowed. Her Twitter had made #ThatStalagmiteThang the hottest tag of the month.
My aunt and grandmother were trying to get back in her good graces and had almost succeeded. I figured it wouldn’t be long before I was pounding my grandmother’s ass at one of our regular cave parties.
“That cave spirit is one hot property,” I said.
My mom straddled me, reaching down and stroking my cock.
“Is she as hot as your mommy whore?” she asked.
I was at full attention. My mom slid her pussy slowly down my cock, squeezing her muscles as she did so, eliciting a moan from me. She pressed her soft, pendulous mom-tits against my face and settled into a slow, steady rhythm.
“No,” I said, closing my eyes as she worked her magic. “Nobody is as hot as my mommy whore.”