Tiny Tim

Chapter 25

When we finally came out of the kitchen and Grandpa noticed Mom’s reddened eyes, he looked like he was about to explode again. Luckily, Granny grabbed and pulled him out of the room before he could. I don’t know what she told or did to him, but I suspected that Danny had filled her in, because when they returned, Grandpa seemed rather subdued and made no more attempts to separate Mom from me.

At least once per hour, Mom would lean closer to whisper into my ear how much she loved me, just to hear me say it as well. This was always followed by her showing me a bright smile and giving me another kiss on the cheek. It was pretty obvious for everyone in the family that we had made some kind of breakthrough as soon as they saw her, but everyone picked up on the details just as fast.

I had to admit that, while I still had a pretty big workload, especially with my newest side project of turning John’s fictional online warehouse management software into a real one, my life had turned out to be pretty good again. That is, until I hit the usual and mostly expected bumps in the road.

As soon as Aaron’s lawyer sent over the necessary paperwork, I transferred the money the judge had awarded him to Mom’s personal account, so she could deal with it when the time came. My bank account was dangerously thin now, but I had continued to funnel cash into my paypal account and, now that the divorce was final, transferred enough into my bank account to pay all the bills. Now the waiting game started, to see if he would hold up his financial obligations as well.

Which he did. But he couldn’t stop himself from getting one last punch in.

“This is the entirety of the child support until he turns eighteen, plus the reimbursement I apparently ‘owe’ him.” Aaron said in a cold tone after handing Mom a check over $5,810 dollars. “I want nothing to do with that boy, and I don’t want you to mention him to me ever again. You’ll get your maintenance monthly.”.

Then he got up from the table and left Mom - and both of their lawyers for that matter - in stunned silence.

I did not learn about this happening until a few days later. Mom’s amped up affection was already a little over the top since my breakdown in the bedroom, but now it became almost concerning. She literally hung onto me whenever she had the chance, reassuring me that she would never abandon me again. It became borderline creepy when she started sending me little text messages throughout the day, something she had never done before. Things like “Going grocery shopping. Anything you want? Love you, Darling” or “Dinner at seven. Love you so much”.

Since Dinner in our house had always been at seven, I suspected those messages were solely a means to remind me how much she loved me. It took me a while to coerce her into finally telling me what exactly happened between Aaron and her. I admit, after I learned the facts, I couldn’t help but appreciate her efforts.

Three weeks went by like this, until the next big event happened. Actually, it was bigger for Ava and Mia than me, since it was time for senior prom.

Just like for our Valentine’s date, I decided to pull all the resources my bedroom closet had to offer, and go all out for them. I rented a limousine, booked a photographer, and paid for Ava’s dress. I even agreed to accompany Nora when she wanted me to get a suit that would match her daughter’s prom dress, despite her telling me that said dress would be a sparkling rose gold in color.

The tailor did a fantastic job, though, and I surprisingly acknowledged that I didn’t look half as ridiculous as I had feared. The suit itself was a regular black suit with a white shirt. But he made me wear a vest and tie that were apparently made from the same material as Mia’s dress, in addition to stuffing a strip of leftover cloth from her dress into my breast pocket. It wasn’t anything I could wear ever again, but, according to Nora, this was an extremely important memory for a girl and had to be perfect.

When the date ultimately arrived, I learned that she was right. Ava and Mia spent almost the entire day getting ready at Mia’s house. I went ahead and picked Ava’s date up, so we could meet the girls together.

Ava’s date, however, surprised me, as the guy had been out of the closet for a good two years at that point. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the guy, and we had a lot of fun making jokes about my sparkling getup during the drive to Mia’s house. It just reminded me of Ava’s reluctance to look for a partner. I just hoped she would pick that back up once she entered the college scene.

Our first stop, after enduring a lengthy photo-op with Mia’s parents, was the local park, where the professional photographer I had booked waited for us. Much to Ava’s and Mia’s delight, I might add. After the photosession came the candlelight dinner in a Brazilian steakhouse, before we drove to the hotel ballroom the school had booked for the event.

With me being the sole male junior at the senior prom, I had worried about feeling out of place. That did not happen. Mia and I danced, laughed and kissed, and her friends had all come to accept me. It became pretty clear, however, that the evening would not play out like I had seen in Hollywood productions.

The main reason for this prom was for the seniors to spend a special evening with each other before they all parted ways and dispersed across the country. So, I let Mia take the lead and decide what she wanted to do, and was completely happy with her decision to spend as much time as possible with her friends. Even when prom ended - and, no, we didn’t make Queen and King - they opted to relocate the party into an all-night diner, since they simply didn’t want it to end. But, eventually, it did.

Ava’s date had taken a taxi home at about two in the morning, so, when it was time for us to leave as well, the three of us were alone in the Limo.

“Muffin...” Mia started, about then minutes before we arrived at her home. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

I threw a quick glance at Ava, who seemed as clueless as I was, before giving Mia my full attention.

“What about?”

“You know the success rate for long distance relationships, right?” she asked, not hesitant or sad, but rather business-like.

“Yes, I do.” I said, a feeling of uncertainty settling in my stomach.

“Well, I talked to Mom ... And I think we have two options.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “The first option would be to preemptively break up. Or say that we’re taking a break.”

“A break.” I deadpanned. “A three-year break doesn’t sound very likely to end in a happy ending. But I also don’t want to break up with you just because of the possibility that something may happen.”

“Neither do I!” she reassured me with a firm nod. “But you have to admit ... chances are, something will happen. The double major at Northwestern is going to be hard. And demanding. I won’t be able to come back for the first few months at all. And even after that, I probably won’t even be back for a few of the holidays.”

“Oh.” I had no idea it would be that bad.

“Don’t get me wrong, Muffin. I do love you! I’m not planning to be with someone else, and I still plan on us being together when I come back from University. But ... Three years is a long time. And I don’t know if I ... The question is if you can allow me to, maybe ... if I get weak, could you allow me that. I won’t go looking for a partner, or a replacement for you. But, maybe ... instead of breaking up ... we could open up our relationship for the time I’m away.”

I could see how uncomfortable she was. She tried to be realistic about our situation and cover her bases, but didn’t want to sound like she was looking forward to something like this, or even just looking for excuses to sleep with others. Not that I would have thought that about her, since I’ve known her for long enough to know better. I could tell from my time with Tess that I would be perfectly happy without sex for a few months, as long as the one I loved was waiting for me. Mia was much the same in that regard.

“Well, I guess it would only be fair, right?” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “I mean, you’re fine with Ava and me. So, if I said ‘no’, it would be kinda hypocritical of me.”

“Not necessarily. Things between you and Ava are ... different from what I mean.” Mia remarked, throwing her own side glance at Ava. I wondered if there was something she didn’t want to say with Ava present, or if she wanted to say something that Ava would have objected to. “I’m not looking for something like that. I’m just trying to figure out if you could accept me satisfying my purely physical needs with someone else, if I can’t make it home to you.”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Well, I’m gonna be honest with you.” I said, and saw her tense up. “If you can agree to two conditions, I’d rather go along with it than end our relationship.”

“Okay?” She sounded guarded. “What conditions?”

“First, no consistent hookups. The line between lust and love is thin.” I said sagely. “The more often you sleep with someone, the more likely emotional attachment becomes.”

“I agree!” she said, now a smile on her face. “As I said, I’m not looking for a stand-in boyfriend anyway. What’s the second condition?”

I took a deep breath.

“If you do find yourself developing emotions for someone else ... I want you to immediately take a break, think about what you want going forward, and then tell either me or your fling that it’s over. Don’t string me along, and don’t give someone else false hope.”

I had expected her to fight this one, or at least deny the possibility of it ever happening, but she didn’t. Instead, her smile widened.

“I agree again! Though, I’d like the second rule to apply for both of us.” she said happily.

“Why only the second rule?” I was confused.

“Because I already told you that I’m fine with you and Ava.” she clarified, taking hold of Ava’s hand. “I started this between you two. I can’t tell you to stop now. And, honestly...” Her voice took on a sultry note. “ ... I still expect her to keep you satisfied for the next three years, so you don’t have the opportunity to get attached to someone else. Well, Ava and Mom.”

That confused me even more, as the two girls giggled.

“Don’t let her know that I told you.” Mia explained. “But Mom’s already making plans for the day after you turn eighteen. Not that she went into great detail when we talked, but I hear she’s glad that it’s the Sunday before Thanksgiving break starts, so she doesn’t have to worry about you being too exhausted for school the next day.”

As the two girls saw my eyes grow to the size of saucers, they laughed even louder.

When Ava and I finally arrived back at the apartment after dropping off Mia, I paid the driver a sizable tip. Though, before he was even around the corner, Ava wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep sensual kiss.

“Thank you, Tim.” she breathed into my ear while I came up for air. “This evening was great.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist before I answered.

“Why? What did I do?”

“You made it possible. Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten to wear this dress, have that nice dinner, or even the opportunity to spend a few carefree hours with my friends. I love you, little brother.”

I smiled as she kissed me on the lips again.

“My pleasure. And I love you too, big sister.”

With that, we finally walked into the apartment to get rid of our constricting clothes. However, instead of simply walking into her bedroom, she grabbed Mom’s hand as she passed the couch Mom was sitting on, and pulled her into the bedroom as well. It took me a while of contemplation before I simply let that one go. Mainly because the only explanation my teenage-mind would come up with was that Ava wanted Mom to know about my now open relationship with Mia.

Those thoughts, however, didn’t seem completely unsubstantiated when Mom and Ava joined me in bed, wearing nothing but skimpy panties and shirts that looked to be two sizes too small. I have to admit that I had quite some trouble falling asleep that night.

Four weeks after prom, and ten days before the divorce would become final, came graduation day.

The ceremony itself was quite boring, to be honest, but John used that opportunity to let me know how much bigger the holding’s bank account had gotten. The money hadn’t been cleaned completely yet, but it would certainly be enough to achieve our current goal, as he had already made an offer for the house.

The end of the ceremony was anything but boring. I had expected Mia and Ava to repeat the pattern from prom night, spending as much time as possible with their friends. It turned out, however, that quite a few of them were already missing, and the whole affair became very emotional for them. I actually spent most of the day simply consoling both of them, though it was admittedly hard for me as Mia’s own date of departure was only a week away.

When the day finally came, our goodbye was even more emotional than what I had seen before. Yes, I was afraid that she would get attached to someone else, but I chose to just let things happen as they happened. That was one of the big lessons I had learned after I admitted my exhaustion over the constant need to deal with possible threats and problems.

I felt myself reminded of the time after Tess had moved away. Back then, the guys at work had done everything they could think of to keep my mind occupied, and distract me from missing her. This time, it was my family that jumped to the task. There were no invitations to their ‘orgies’, which had now significantly decreased in size, since Aaron and Logan were excluded, while Mom and Ava still had no interest in them. There were no more advances made by any female of my extended family since I made it clear that those weren’t appreciated. They simply wanted to show they cared for me, be there for me, and support me.

A favor I was determined to return.

John had managed to steer Mom towards accepting the offer for the house that was made by our holding company, without her realizing that it was our holding company. Since it was summer break for me, I spent the afternoons leading up to the big reveal by moving Mom’s old furniture from the storage unit back into the house, and completing the picture with new stuff to replace what Aaron had claimed for himself.

I was a little concerned for Mom, though. According to Danny, she still refused to take part in any sexual activities that I wasn’t part of, not just their get-togethers. So, with my continued refusal to do anything with anyone but Ava and Mia, she was still refusing herself any release. True to my new resolve, I decided to let things simply play out. She was sharing my bed, though nothing sexual ever happened in it. I would let her decide whether she wanted to change that.

On Friday, June 13th, almost exactly seven months after my seventeenth birthday, the divorce was final.

Much like the day of the divorce itself, the family came together to make sure Mom would be alright. John and I decided to use that opportunity for our reveal, so, shortly before it was time to leave, he slipped me the deed for the house. I already had the keys, since I needed them to put the furniture in.

“Alright everyone, we’ll have to take Claire home now.” John declared loudly, causing a confused murmur to travel through the room, but he ushered them towards the door without a further word of explanation.

Seeing him happily smiling, they collectively decided to not ask any questions, and simply let him surprise them. Naturally, Mom and Ava drove with me, and I could see their confusion grow even more when I didn’t turn to drive towards the apartment. However, Mom’s face did not only show confusion. I thought to see uncertainty, that morphed into fear after a minute.

“Don’t worry, Mom. Do you trust me?” I asked in a soft voice.

“Of course I do, Darling.” she responded firmly, but then her voice turned apologetic. “I’m just ... I don’t know what to expect.”

“Something good, I think.” I reached for her hand and squeezed it, feeling her return the gesture as a small smile came upon her face.

That smile vanished another minute later, as she realized where we were going. The rest of the drive, she simply alternated between staring at me with big, hope filled eyes, and the scenery flying past us.

When we arrived at the house, I walked around the car to open the door for her, and she tentatively took my offered hand to get out of her seat as well. Then, she just stood there, wringing her hands, as the rest of the family took position.

“Tim? Can I leave you the honor?” John asked, with a big smirk on his face.

“Right.” I said ceremoniously, before taking Mom’s and Ava’s hands, and leading them into the house.

“No!” Mom called out upon seeing her old furniture where it had stood for so many years before. “But ... We sold the house! How!?”

John laughed at the astonished faces surrounding us while Danny clung to his arm with a bright smile on her face.

“Yes. You sold it to ‘T.B. Holding’, Mom. That’s me! Well, it’s eighty percent me and twenty percent Jo...”

That was how far I got before Mom threw her body into mine, wrapped her arms around my neck, and forcefully pulled me towards her for a very unmotherly kiss.

“Oh, my Darling Son!” she called out half laughing, half crying. “I can’t believe this! You saved our home! I love you so much, Baby!”

As she said that, she covered my face in dozens of little kisses. I knew this house meant a lot to her, but I really only understood how much it meant to her at that very moment. Soon I felt Ava’s arms wrap around my torso, as she, too, started thanking me profoundly for saving her childhood home.

“By the way, Mike.” Danny finally couldn’t contain herself any longer. “T.B. Holding is also the same company that bought your new house. And the condo for Ava and Maggie. John and I just acted as Tim’s intermediaries”

I saw Grandpa stare at her baffled, while Granny was simply glad to see her daughter and granddaughter so happy.

What followed was a tour through the house, so Mom and Ava could see the new furniture I bought, and how I furnished the rooms. When they realized that I retained the old room arrangements, and even placed everything in Ava’s room as I had remembered, it earned me another round of kisses and hugs. When we passed my old room, however, Mom stopped abruptly.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing her stare towards the room.

“Your old room ... It’s empty.” she responded quietly, like she was lost in thought.

“Yes. So?”

I had a suspicion regarding her statement. I wanted her to say it, though.

“What if...” she started tentatively before turning towards me. “What if I’d rather stay with you, Darling?”

“In my apartment?” I asked, and her eyes dropped to the floor.

“If ... that’s where you want to stay.” she hinted, and I could no longer suppress my grin.

I acted like I thought about it for a second, but couldn’t keep that up for long while looking at her desperate display.

“Well, now that you mention it ... My lease is only for a year.” I mused, and noticed the gleaming hope in Mom’s eyes when she suddenly looked up at me. “Since I was sixteen when I signed it, the conditions are pretty bad. So, the plan was for me to sign a new one, with the regular conditions, once I turned eighteen. I guess, if you want me to stay with you, I could...”

“YES!” she suddenly burst out. “Oh, Darling! Please! I have dreamed of having my Baby back home!”

“Alright.” I said, and, again, she threw herself against me, thanking me over and over again for that ‘gift’ I made her.

I decided against listing off all the facts that played into this decision at that very moment. After all, my apartment’s rent was paid up until the end of the lease now, so unless I could find someone to take it off my hands, it would remain readily available for me anyway. Also, living with my family rent free sounded a lot better than paying twelve-hundred dollars each month for a smaller place. But, at that moment, having my ecstatic mother clinging to me, for no other reason than my decision to live with her again, felt simply good.

The following weekend, everyone helped me move back into the house. Mom and Ava were absolutely delighted the whole time, even the taxing physical labor couldn’t dampen their mood. However, the move presented us with a significant logistical problem. My apartment was a lot bigger than my old room, had a lot more furniture than my old room, and we were reluctant to simply throw away all that furniture that was barely six months old.

“You know...” Mom started, after catching me alone. “I don’t want to seem pushy, Darling. But I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to you. So, how about we turn your old room into your new office? And in the evenings ... you just ... share my bed?”

It wasn’t my proudest moment. The first thing I thought of after hearing her offer, was not that my mother had asked me to share her bed. But the fact that Aaron’s wife had asked me to share her bed. And, for some reason, I felt an involuntary twitch in my dick when I imagined how he would react to the news of me taking his place.

My second thought was even more concerning, though. I realized that I may have actually, fully, and in every sense of the word, already stolen his wife from him. Despite her being my own mother. And the thought did not, in any way, disturb me. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Yes.” I grinned. “I’d like that.”

As she presented me with another brilliant smile before giving me a rather sensual kiss, we informed the others to leave most of the furniture in the apartment. If I found someone to take the lease, maybe they could use it.

That impression I got from Mom intensified later that day. As we sat on the couch with her leaning into me and my arms wrapped around her, she started to lightly caress my arm with her fingertips. It seemed like she was doing it absentmindedly, since her focus stayed on the TV screen, but my reaction was to lower my head to enjoy the scent of her hair. The next thing I knew, she turned her head to look at me, and then our lips met.

First it was tender and loving, her soft lips pressed against mine, but it lasted way too long for a simple affectionate peck. Soon I felt her lips part, and her tongue lick over my lips. They readily parted to allow her intrusion, and instantly my own tongue was darting forward, gently massaging hers.

This kiss lasted even longer, and had us panting in no time. Only when I felt her hand on my own did I realize that I had grabbed her breast and was kneading it as we kissed, and she was pressing my hand against it.

Her other hand landed on my thigh, from where it slowly wandered upwards until she found my erect cock through the fabric of my pants. While I massaged her breast, she rubbed along my length, and our kiss intensified.

“Mhmmmm seems like my big, strong boy could use some help with that.” Mom purred, looking at me questioningly. “Do you want Mommy to take care of that for you, Baby?”

I was suddenly so unbelievably horny that I could only nod my head.

She grinned and smashed her lips against mine again, as her hand started pushing down my sweatpants. Just when I wanted to lift my butt off the couch to help her, she pulled her head back and stood. She grabbed my sweats with both hands and basically ripped them off me before throwing them over her shoulder. Then, slowly and with a sultry look on her face, she beckoned me to stand up as well before lowering herself down to her knees.

The sight of my Mother kneeling before me, admiring my engorged organ, was more stimulating than I had expected.

She raised her gaze to my eyes, licked her lips, and then slowly leaned forward.

“I love you, Darling.” she breathed. “And I love my Baby Boy’s big, hard, cock!”

With that, she closed her eyes and leaned all the way forward, rubbing her face against my cock while humming in delight. Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and continued to rub her face against my cock while also licking my balls. My tip was leaking precum at an alarming rate, and the pure visual would’ve been enough to make me cum if she had continued.

I lost my composure.

I grabbed her face with both hands and started humping. My cock rubbed against her soft cheeks, her soft lips, and her soft tongue, while she continuously moaned her approval. Then she pulled her head back, grabbed my shaft with one hand, and engulfed the tip with her mouth.

She bobbed her head over my cock in a steady rhythm while her hand rubbed my shaft in a twisting motion. She didn’t apply much force. Her grip wasn’t tight and her sucking wasn’t strong. But it was the sight of her loving eyes locked onto mine, the sensuous sounds, her eagerness to make me feel pleasure, that ever so slowly pushed me towards my orgasm.

She worked eagerly towards that goal for a good ten minutes, but when she felt my cock swell, she stopped and waited until I had calmed down. Then she worked on me for another ten minutes, until she felt my ball sack tighten as I approached my climax for the second time, but, again, stopped and applied a deathgrip on my shaft until she felt confident that the onset of my orgasm had subsided. Finally, when I felt my orgasm approach for the first time yet another ten minutes later, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Let me come.” I pleaded, causing her to take her mouth off my cock, but she continued to jerk me.

“You want Mommy to make her Big Boy come?” she moaned with a lustful grin.

“Yes!” I hissed.

“Then say it, Baby. What do you want?”

“I want Mommy to make me come. I want to come all over my Mommy’s face!” I panted, and she moaned even louder.

“With pleasure, Baby! Come all over Mommy’s face! Mark me! I’m yours! Only yours!” she said, wrapped her lips around my shaft again, and started sucking me with a vengeance.

As my orgasm came, she leaned back, pulled her shirt off with one hand and in one fluent motion that caused her big tits to jiggle, and jerked me faster.

“Cover Mommy with your cum, Baby! Cover me! Mommy’s face! Mommy’s big boobs! Cover it all!”

And I did. I shot an untold number of big fat robes of my semen all over my mother, who delighted in the warm material splattering on her skin, while my whole body shook as my muscles seemed to fight to keep me standing.

Finally, my knees buckled and I fell backwards onto the couch, where I lay exhausted and breathing heavily. When I was able to open my eyes again, I saw my mother trying to scoop the massive load I had deposited on her face into her mouth. I weakly registered that there was even more on her breasts, and asked myself where the hell that had all come from, until I remembered that it had been a few days since Mia’s departure.

“I love you, Mom!” I said after my lungs had calmed down, though that’s also the last thing I remember from that evening. The exhaustion from the move, followed by that relaxing release, must have taken its toll. I woke up the next morning still on the couch, where someone had covered me with a blanket.

On my way to the bathroom to get ready for work, I found her in her - our - bedroom getting dressed.

“Mom. I’m sorry about yesterday.” I said as I entered the room. “I don’t know how I could just fall asleep!”

I was seriously embarrassed about falling asleep after a single orgasm. I was way too young to have that shit happen to me. Mom, however, simply smiled a reassuring smile before wrapping me in a hug and giving me a loving kiss.

“I know how tired you must have been, Darling. And I did try to make it as intense as possible when you finally came.” she grinned. “Don’t you worry. Rather, look forward to tonight. I have something special planned. Now off you go. Don’t be late for work!”

That last sentence was interesting. She started it in an endearing tone, but seamlessly switched into stern Mom-mode when reminding me to not be late. So, unwilling to incur the rightful wrath of my mother, I did as I was told.

When it was time for me to leave work, I sent a quick text to Mom, telling her about my impending arrival. To my surprise, I got a text back just a few minutes later, telling me that “they” weren’t ready yet, and I should maybe grab a quick bite to eat. About an hour later, I got the All Clear.

As I stepped into the house and called out for Mom, she called me into the living room. Looking around, I still couldn’t find her, so I called out again. Then she sauntered out of the kitchen, and came to stand next to the dinner table.

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I took in her appearance.

Her long golden blonde hair was hanging down her back in waves, while looking like shiny strains of silk. Her makeup was discreet, but accentuated her beautiful blue eyes perfectly, as well as the barely noticeable touch of rogue on her cheek bones. Though her lips were painted in a bright red, and she was standing in front of me wearing a black, floral lace lingerie set that almost fried my brain.

It stared at her feet, wearing five-inch stilettos that caused her calve muscles to look extra firm. My eyes traveling upwards, I saw that the thigh-high stockings strapped not to a garter belt, but somehow directly to her midrise panties. Above her taut stomach, she wore a lace balconette bra that was connected to a choker, just like her panties were connected to her nylons. She was completing the set with gloves that reached up to her elbows. All of it was created in a material so thin, it was see-through where the floral pattern didn’t obscure the view.

I love the view of a naked woman. But what Mom was wearing at that moment was uncompromisingly enhancing everything about her body. It was sexy and so form-fitting that it didn’t leave much to the imagination. But it hid just enough to not seem slutty or cheap. She was sin personified, and my dick got harder than I thought possible in an instant!

Mom had a satisfied smile on her beautiful face while watching my slack-mouthed expression. Though, as she immediately noticed the straining bulge in my pants, that smile widened even more.

“You like what you see, Baby?” she asked before turning around.

I let out an involuntary sigh as I saw the back of her panties vanish between her plum buttcheeks. Even they were perfectly framed and supported.

She laughed at how speechless I was, which caused me to remember how words worked.

“You ... My god, Mom! You look so unbelievably hot!” I stammered.

She gracefully walked towards me, her hips swaying with every step in a hypnotizing manner.

“Thank you, Baby. I’m glad I can be sexy for my beautiful Darling.” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me in for a savoring kiss. “Now, I told you that I prepared something special for today. And, no, it’s not just what you see me wearing. It gets a lot better, trust me. But first, I think you will need this.”

As she said that, she gestured to the table. Only now did I notice the glass of water standing next to a little saucer plate, which held a pill that looked suspiciously like Cialis. When I looked at her with a single raised eyebrow, Mom giggled.

“I found them when I cleaned out your bedroom in your apartment yesterday. They’re yours. So, you should know the dosage and whether it’s okay to take it.” she explained, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Even in this situation, she was remembering her responsibilities as my mother and wouldn’t just give me any old blue pill. I took it, grabbed the glass of water, and washed it down.

“Good Boy!” she breathed, before giving me another scorching kiss. Then she took me by the hand and led me upstairs, where we came to a halt in front of our closed bedroom door.

“Now, the real surprise is inside.” she said as she started to undress me. “But before I open this door, know that this is just as special for her as it is for you.”

I blinked at that comment, but decided against asking for clarification. I would learn what this was about soon enough, and my brain was so overloaded with carnal lust that I probably couldn’t process much more anyway.

When she had me stripped to my shorts, she grabbed my hand again, opened the door, and led me inside. This was the second time my eyes tried to leave my head. Right in front of our bed stood Ava, facing the door, in an outfit that was an almost exact replica of what Mom was wearing. There were only two differences.

First, her outfit was white instead of black. While Mom was Sin incarnate, the pure white color made Ava look like a symbol of innocence. If it weren’t for the second difference, which were the additional accessories to Ava’s outfit.

She was blinded by a silky, white sleeping mask, and her arms were fixed behind her back in a white leather contraption that bound her forearms together while causing her to push her perky breasts towards us. As I watched her stand there, I noticed that her mouth was open, her body was slightly trembling, and she was positively panting. On closer inspection, I realized that the reason for her quite evident arousal was a light buzzing sound emanating from her crotch. I couldn’t see it directly, as she was rubbing her thighs together, but I could see that her panties were already soaked.

“Oh shit!” I mouthed, and Mom giggled again.

Suddenly, I felt Mom’s hands pulling my shorts down before she reached for the dresser and grabbed a condom. As she opened the wrapper and started to roll it over my now steel hard cock, she leaned towards my ear and spoke in a breathy voice.

“You should know that I took a page from your playbook, Darling.” She showed me a mischievous smile when I turned my head to look at her. “I kinda messed with her birth control pills after you agreed to move in here. I didn’t actually switch them out, of course, but I made a few comments over the last few days that made her think of the possibility.”

Just as I was wondering why she would say that right in front of Ava and thereby destroy the illusion, she swayed over to stand next to Ava, reached up, and removed two earplugs that had apparently blocked Ava’s hearing. She must’ve stood there for who knows how long, blinded, unable to hear, and her arms tied, while a small vibrator was working her clit. When Ava felt Mom’s hands touch her skin, she gasped.

“You can use her however you want, Darling.” Mom continued. “She’s yours, just like I am. Do whatever you want with your big sister. Mommy will even help you.”

With that, Ava moaned in apparent need as Mom reached down, extended a single finger, and pressed it against the vibrating thing in Ava’s panties. Her whole body shook violently, and I even debated if she just had an orgasm. Or, better yet, how many orgasms she may already had while standing here alone in this room, waiting for me to arrive.

As I stepped closer, Mom grabbed Ava’s shoulders and turned her to face the bed. Then she shoved her forward. With a loud yelp, my sister fell face first onto the mattress. Not skipping a beat, Mom straddled Ava’s back. Sitting there, facing me, Mom reached down with both hands, placed them on Ava’s butt cheeks, and pulled them apart.

“See this, Darling? Mommy prepared her for you already.” I looked closer and saw the outline of a buttplug through the thin fabric of her panties. Of course it was the one I had gotten for her, and I could see it vibrating as well. “She’s all lubed up and ready to go!”

Then, still spreading Ava’s ass apart, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on her daughter’s left butt cheek, leaving a bright red imprint from her lipstick behind.

“Baby?” Mom suddenly said in a motherly voice. “Mommy needs you to be a very good boy now, and mercilessly abuse your sister’s tight little asshole!” With this, we both heard Ava release a low, guttural noise from the depths of her throat. “I need you to take your hard, big, fat cock, and shove it deep into your sister’s bowels over and over again, until you explode inside her. Can you do that for Mommy?”

As Mom pushed two fingers underneath the hem of Ava’s panties and pushed the fabric out of the way, I almost filled the condom without even touching my dick!

I reached forward and carefully worked the buttplug out of Ava’s ass, as Mom readily spread her daughter’s legs as far apart as she could manage. Though, as it turned out, I wouldn’t have needed to be that careful, since Mom had used so much lube that it almost fell out by itself, once Ava stopped clenching around it.

As soon as it came out, I marveled at the sight of my sister’s gaping asshole between the cheeks that were spread apart by our mother, and that bright red kiss-mark next to it. I couldn’t hold back any longer and did as Mom had asked me.

In one steady movement, I pushed myself into my sister’s ass to the hilt without stopping.

Ava released a loud grunt through gritted teeth as she felt my member invade her, though as my balls slapped against her labia, the groan was replaced by a shrieking sound and her sphincter clenched down on me hard. This time, I was absolutely sure that she had an orgasm.

Mom removed a hand from Ava’s ass to place it on the back of my head, pull me towards her, and pushed her tongue into my mouth as I slowly fucked Ava’s ass. Like a piston, I shoved my cock into her, while her sphincter never stopped clenching as she seemed to have one continuous climax.

“OH! GOD! YES!” Ava screamed, every word punctuating one of my thrusts. “I! LOVE! YOU!”

“Give it to her, Darling!” Mom added. “Wreck your big sister’s ass! She needs this! She wants this! This is her atonement for all the hurt she caused you! She wants you to hurt her! So fuck the little slut!”

Despite her words penetrating the deepest parts of my carnal brain, I knew she didn’t really mean it. This was just dirty talk to make Ava feel like she was being used. Though I wondered if there wasn’t a little truth in Mom’s claim, since Ava had said something similar once in the middle of sex in my apartment.

So, I deviated from the slow piston-like thrusts, and instead risked actually shoving my cock into her ass once.

“YEEEEEES!” Ava screamed loudly. I stopped for a moment while buried inside her, then pulled back and started fucking her hard and without mercy. Now her words were punctuated by almost pained grunts every time I bottomed out. “JUST! LIKE! THAT! FUCK ME! FUCK! MY! ASS! WRECK! IT! RUIN! IT!”

And then she started moaning in absolute pleasure again. I kept going like this for maybe three minutes before I couldn’t hold on anymore, slammed into her extra hard one last time, and filled the condom with my first load of the night.

When my body had finally stopped shaking, and I had pulled out of her, I saw Mom lean forward and reinsert the buttplug. Then she lifted herself off Ava’s back, leaned down next her head, and whispered something I couldn’t understand into her ear. I only saw Ava nod to confirm whatever she had heard with a contented smile on her face. Though I could see that her face below the sleeping mask was also streaked with tears!

“You okay?” I asked in a worried tone, and Ava nodded again before she spoke.

“Yes, little brother. I’m more than okay. I love you!” she replied, before Mom grabbed her shoulders again, and turned her onto her back. “This was perfect. Please don’t worry. It hurt, but that’s what I wanted.”

“Why!?” I asked incredulously. I knew full well that she may have been submissive, but she did not enjoy pain!

“Because I hurt you more than I could imagine.” she said, matter of fact. “No matter how much I do to make that right, it will never be enough. And yet, you did so much for us.Tim ... I love you.”

Suddenly I was stunned. Her last words sounded like a lot more than her usual, sisterly ‘I love you’. I looked at Mom and saw her nod, as if to confirm my thoughts. That was what Mia didn’t want to say out loud when we were in the limousine. She knew my sister well enough to realize that Ava didn’t just have the hots for me. And I had no idea how to respond to that.

“Ava ... I ... I don’t know how to...” I stammered, but before I could attempt to form a complete sentence, Mom gently placed her hands on either side of my face.

“You don’t have to, Darling. She just wants you to know.” Mom said softly, giving me a piercing look that didn’t waver until I nodded.

“Let’s get rid of this.” Mom said, pointing at the condom covering my still engorged cock. The Cialis was doing a fine job, it seemed. Then she leaned into my ear and whispered barely loud enough for me to hear. “Try not to make any sounds until you’re back, Darling.”

I gave her a questioning look, but she waved me along without further explanation.

It must have been a comical display as I basically tiptoed into the adjoining bathroom with my hard rod bobbing in front of me. I got rid of the condom, carefully closed the door to give my dick a quick wash for my own feeling of cleanliness, and then tiptoed back into the room.

Mom placed a finger to her lips to signal me to keep quiet, and she gestured for me to stand next to the bed where Ava lay waiting. However, she had moved Ava so her head was hanging off the side of the mattress. Then Mom grabbed a little notebook from the nightstand and held it in front of me, showing me a handwritten note that said “Surprise nipple pinch”.

Shrugging my shoulders, I reached out and grabbed one of Ava’s pointy and hard nipples between my thumb and index finger and squeezed. Ava’s reaction was intriguing! She gasped, her flat tummy quivered, and she bit her bottom lip.

Wanting to explore this further, I let go of her nipple and took my time deciding what part of her body I should stimulate next. After about twenty seconds, I repeated Mom’s action from earlier and pressed a single finger against the vibrating clit-stimulator in Ava’s panties, causing her to cry out a surprised moan and her knees to shake. Next, after another quiet waiting period, I dragged my nails over her taut stomach, which made her writhe on the bed. Finally, I let the tip of my dick hang about an inch above her mouth.

Mom and I could both see her nose wiggle for a second, before she pensively opened her mouth and slowly craned her neck to explore that smell. She flinched a little when her lips made contact with my cock, but as soon as she realized what it was, she hungrily sucked on it.

Mom stood behind me, her arms wrapped around my midsection with her hands flat on my lower stomach, while nibbling on my earlobe. My eyelids fluttered when the sensation, paired with the feel of her soft pillowy breasts pressed into my back and Ava’s lips around my cock, flooded my senses. Though, I abruptly regained control of my thoughts when Mom started pushing me forward. I resisted, and she pushed with a little more force.

“Not with her hands tied to her back.” I said sternly while looking directly into her eyes and, to my surprise, a proud smile lit up her face.

She let go of my body and walked around me to kneel on the ground next to Ava’s head.

“Do you hear that, Sweetheart?” she said, while one of her hands caressed Ava’s bulging throat. “Your little brother doesn’t want to forcefuck your throat while you’re all tied up. He’s afraid to choke you. Can you believe this? How much he still cares about us, despite everything we did to him, to push back his own desire just to protect you?”

Somehow, that put Ava into the next gear. It almost felt like she wanted to suck the skin of my cock entirely while she moaned in pleasure. Mom, meanwhile, leaned down and placed a kiss on Ava’s throat, leaving yet another perfect imprint of her lips in bright red lipstick behind, before raising off the floor and standing behind me again.

“We already worked that out, Darling.” she whispered. “Her legs are free. She’ll use them to signal us if you need to stop.”

Then she licked my ear, as she, again, wrapped her arms around me. This time, however, she didn’t place her hands flat on my lower stomach, but instead on either side of Ava’s face, before pushing herself against my back again.

“Now fuck your sister’s throat, Baby.” And she pushed her body closer into me, until my hips moved forward. “Use every hole of the slut for your pleasure! But don’t come yet. We have a better place for that delicious cum of yours, although I’m sure she would love it if you were to pump your load into her stomach.”

With that, we heard Ava moan yet again, though it was choked out immediately as I pushed past her tonsils. This, again, was so much better than any experience I had with Ava before, simply because Mom was guiding me through the abuse of my sister’s body. I pushed my cock deep into Ava’s throat, while Mom held her head in place for me, so I could fully concentrate on the feeling without any distractions.

I did, however, keep an eye on Ava’s feet. Mom pushed me forward until my cock was fully engulfed in my sister’s esophagus, and then held me there while gently moving Ava’s head to create friction. Simultaneously, I felt Ava’s throat muscles massage my shaft as she swallowed over and over again. Mom kept me from pulling back way past the time I was comfortable with, because I feared for Ava’s oxygen supply, but it seemed to be okay for her.

I had to smile when I finally noticed how Ava lifted her toes, while the soles of her feet stayed pressed to the mattress, every time Mom pushed me forward until my ball sack would rest on her nose. And every time Ava’s toes would lower themselves again, Mom would back up and allow me to pull my cock out so Ava could breathe.

I had to admit, this was fucking awesome. I couldn’t believe how much planning they must have put into this. Messing with Ava’s birth control, so she could have that fantasy of the ultimate submission back. The matching outfits. The subtle, nonverbal signals they had worked out. The prepared handwritten note that lay readily available on the nightstand. This whole thing was orchestrated from start to finish, for the sole purpose of making this as hot as possible. I didn’t think Mom only came up with all this the day before like she had claimed, and I loved her for it.

“Mom, I’m close again!” I panted after a few minutes, and she reacted by quickly grabbing my hips and pulling me back.

As soon as my cock had vacated Ava’s mouth, it jumped up and smacked against my stomach with a loud wet sound. The cialis was still working, while I got stimulated in various ways, and I noticed that this wasn’t exactly the best thing to do.

Mom must have seen the look on my face, as she addressed it immediately.

“Baby, what is it?” she asked, her voice full of compassion.

“I think the pill, combined with the never ending turn-on, is working a little too well. It’s getting a little uncomfortable.” I admitted, before seeing another sultry smile appear on Mom’s face.

“Oh no! My Baby Boy is hurting!? Mommy absolutely can’t have that!” she cooed before leaning down to Ava. “Sweetheart, your little brother’s beautiful cock is hurting! We have to act fast and make it better, don’t we?”

“Yes, Mommy!” Ava confirmed in a girly voice and nodded her head, taking me by surprise. I had never heard her refer to Mom as ‘Mommy’ while acting like a little girl. Though, I had to admit, it was very effective!

Mom crawled onto the bed to turn Ava around and take off the restrains holding her arms in place. As it turned out, however, she only did so to take off Ava’s bra. As soon as she had unclasped the strap from her bra, she put Ava’s arms into the restraint again and made her lay on her back in the middle of the mattress. Then she leaned over to pull Ava’s panties off and remove the clit-vibrator as well.

She hooked her arms underneath Ava’s knees and made her spread her legs for me. One of her hands slowly moved to the upper side of Ava’s knee, before it just as slowly moved up her thigh, and was finally placed flatly on Ava’s lower stomach, the tips of her fingers pressing onto the skin right above her clitoris.

“So, Baby...” Mom started, as her hand slid further down, over Ava’s clit, and her fingers finally parting her pussy lips to let me look directly into her canal. “ ... does this look like a warm, wet, and snug place to put your hurting cock in?”

Yet again, my eyes were bugging as I watched Mom’s behavior.

“It does.” I said, leaned forward, and gave Mom a sinful kiss. “Though I have to ask. Ava once claimed that you were straight. I have to say, you’re quite comfortable with her body for a completely straight woman.”

Mom’s expression changed into one of longing. The hand that wasn’t spreading her daughter’s pussy lips let go of Ava’s leg, and instead came up to caress my cheek.

“This is because it’s you, my Darling.” she whispered. “Your sister is right, I don’t swing that way at all. But I love you two dearly. And I would do anything to make you happy. Absolutely anything!”

And with that, she pushed two fingers into Ava’s sopping wet hole as deep as she could, while looking me deep in the eyes. We could hear Ava moan and wail in never before heard intensity while Mom fingerfucked her. Then she pulled her fingers out of her daughter’s pussy, raised them to her face while still staring into my eyes, and opened her mouth.

I couldn’t let her. I could see how much of a hurdle this was for her to conquer, so I grabbed her hand and guided it to my own mouth instead. Her eyes grew wide as I started sucking her fingers clean, but then I could clearly see a thankful smile appear, perfectly accommodating her love-filled eyes.

Ava’s heavy panting pulled us out of our trance. Mom removed her fingers from my mouth to wrap them around my shaft instead, and guided me into my sister.

“Now, Baby, fuck her for real. Use her last hole to your heart’s content!” she said, before leaning down and placing the last kiss on Ava’s body, leaving the third bright red imprint right above the hood of her clit.

To my astonishment, she didn’t raise her head. Instead, she turned her head to face me, and then let it rest on Ava’s lower stomach, watching me penetrate my sister from up close.

“Yes, Baby. Push it all the way in! Stretch her slutty cunt with your fat cock! Do it!” she cheered me on, and I saw Ava shake her head from side to side as I entered her.

“Oh my! Oh God! Ohmygod! OhmygodOhmygodOhmygaaawwwd!” Ava moaned in increasing volume, but maintaining that girly voice. “He’s stretching me so much, Mommy! It’s so much! It’s almost too much for my tiny, little pussy!”

“Take it, you little slut!” Mom responded, while her hand came back up to massage Ava’s clit. “This is what you’re for! Giving pleasure to your little brother! Like a good big sister should!”

“UUoooohh YES, Mommy!” Ava said, as the verbal stimulation affected her like Mom had obviously anticipated. “I can take it! I can take care of my brother! He can use me as much as he wants! Whenever he wants! However he wants!”

I had experienced Ava’s little girl act in my apartment before. But this time, with her thigh high white stockings, her smaller boobs right next to Mom’s big tits, and her thin small frame right next to Mom’s voluptuous body, really sold it now. I actually felt like I was stealing my little sister’s innocence, instead of playing into my slutty big sister’s fantasies. In no time, I started fucking into her with reckless abandon.

“OH GAAAAAWD! MOMMY! HE’S SO BIG! SO THICK! I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT MUCH LONGER!” she screamed, and it worked again, as I now slammed into her almost violently while Mom’s fingers on Ava’s clit were nothing more than a blur.

“But you have to, Sweetheart! You’re such a good girl, letting your brother wreck your tiny pussy! I’m so proud of my little girl! But don’t worry, even if it’ll be too stretched out when your brother is done with you, I’m sure he’ll keep using you until your insides are shaped into the perfect sleeve for his cock.” Mom cooed, before placing another kiss on Ava’s lower stomach. Then she turned to look at me again, another wicket grin on her face. “How about you, Baby? Are you close? Are you ready to fill your sister’s fertile and unprotected womb with her own brother’s potent seed?”

We heard Ava draw in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, and I felt her walls contract around my shaft.

“Yes, Mom! I’m close to bursting! I want to fill her up so bad!” I panted.

“Then do it, Baby! Come for Mommy! Fill your sister with your hot cum! Get the bitch pregnant with your Baby and claim her! BREED the slut!”

With that, Mom’s head snapped down and her lips engulfed her daughter’s clit. I could see Mom’s cheeks being sucked inwards as soon as her lips connected, and the subtle movement of her jaw told me that she must have been massaging it with her tongue.

“MOOOOMMMYYYYY!” Ava’s ear piercing scream filled the room, and I felt the walls of her canal ripple around my cock. She threw her head wildly from side to side as she screamed in orgasmic pleasure, her body violently convulsing as best as it could with her arms bound behind her back, and I felt her juices spray out around my invading cock.

That did it for me. I slammed myself into her with as much force as I could muster, and erupted inside her. My orgasm was so forceful that my vision blurred and I momentarily lost all strength in my legs. My cock twitched inside her four, five, eight times, before my climax finally subsided. Though, as soon as I pulled out of Ava, Mom leaped forward and started sucking like she wanted to forcefully extract the last few drops left inside of it.

When she released my cock with a loud pop, I felt extremely relaxed. But I knew I wasn’t done yet. The last time I took a Cialis, my erection held on for three hours, and we had barely passed the one-hour mark so far. That turned out to be quite a problem when Mom scooted up to Ava’s head, lifted the sleeping mask off her face, and started laughing.

“She’s out. Totally and completely out. You actually wrecked her, Darling.” she said, before turning Ava onto her side to remove the bindings from her arms. Then she gently stroked her daughter’s hair, softly kissed her cheek, and quietly wished her sweet dreams.

“Uh ... Mom?” I said, trying to get her attention. “That complicates things.”

As Mom turned towards me with a questioning look, her gaze dropped to my crotch almost instantly.

“Oh! Oh my!” she said, eyes wide. “Baby, you already came two times!”

“Doesn’t really matter with those pills.” I said, matter of fact. “They work for a time, not for a number of releases.”

“What!? But with your father, even if he took...” she said, her eyes still wide in wonder, before catching herself. “I mean ... Well ... how long do they usually last?”

“Last time I took one of those pills ... three hours.”

Now it was her eyes that were bugging out. Her head whipped around to the nightstand where her alarm clock stood, and I could see her calculating the time.

“That means...” she let her voice trail off.

“Yep. Good to go for a while longer.” I confirmed with a chuckle.

Suddenly her demeanor changed. Her eyes dropped down to my still throbbing cock, as she chewed on her lower lip. Her fingers trailed up her body, over her stomach, and finally drew circles around her hardening nipple. Then her eyes looked up again, right into my own.

“Baby...” she breathed, while crawling towards me on all fours until she reached the edge of the mattress and got off the bed. “ ... you know, watching you and your sister was affecting me as well.”

“I bet it did.” I said with a grin, liking where this was going. She stepped closer to me, still absentmindedly caressing her nipple, as she pressed her body into my side.

“Can I be totally honest with you, Darling?” she asked, giving me a doe-like look.

“Of course!”

“Darling ... I want to be everything for you. I want to be whatever you need me to be at the time. I can be your loving Mom who nurses and cares for you.” she said, as she placed a hand on my cheek to lovingly caress it with her thumb. “I can be your Mommy, who takes care of your hurts and pains.” she now let her hand slide down onto my chest, and caressed the thick scar on my rib cage. “Or ... I can be your slut, who drains your balls in every way you want me to.”

With that, her hand dropped further down, so her fingers could wrap themselves around my shaft.

“How about a slutty Mommy?” I asked with a cheeky grin, and her eyes lit up.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Boy. Did Mommy’s games get your cock hard? Are you hard for Mommy now?” she asked, now a gleam in her eyes, and the grip she had on my cock tightening. She absolutely preferred what I had suggested above anything else.

“Yes, Mommy.” I breathed as the pleasure started to build up.

“Do you want Mommy to be naughty for her little boy?” she breathed as the speed of her hand increased. “Would you like your Mommy to be your sexy, always horny fucktoy? To teach her beloved darling Son about women?”

“Get on the bed!” I commanded abruptly, grabbed her by her hips, and lifted her off the ground.

She squealed in delight when I threw her on the mattress right next to my sleeping sister, and crawled up to her.

“Did you like seeing your sister’s pussy, Baby? Would you...” She hesitated only for a moment. “Would you like to see Mommy’s pussy as well?”

When I nodded, she sat up to take off her bra. Then she quickly got rid of her panties as well, leaving her stockings and the choker on like she did for Ava. Again, I had to marvel at the difference in effect. The pure white garments had given Ava a look of innocence. The black garments wrapped Mom into an aura of an experienced and sensual woman.

“Go on, Baby. Look closely at Mommy’s pussy. You can play with it, if you want.” she whispered, her voice almost ragged in anticipation.

I dove right in. I made long strokes with the flat of my tongue along her cleanly shaven labia, savoring the taste while forcefully massaging them. In no time she had gripped a handful of my hair, pulling my face into her center as she moaned. I let my right arm snake around her leg, so my hand could rub her lower stomach. My left hand joined my face between her legs, so my thumb could start massaging the tissue around her convulsing entrance.

She mewled in pleasure as I enjoyed every second of it. After a few minutes she reached her first orgasm, which caused ripples to travel along her taut stomach muscles.

I kept going.

When her convulsions let up, my right hand wandered down her stomach, until my fingertips reached her clit, which was now protruding from its hood. I alternated between rubbing the hood with my fingertips, and pinching her clit between thumb and index finger, causing her to whimper and wither beneath me until I heard her moan loudly.

“Oh Baby! You’re soooo good to Mommy! Such a goooood Boy! Yes! Keep going! Yes! YES! MOMMY LOVES YOU! MOMMY LOVES YOOOUUUUUU!” she screamed as her second orgasm hit.

I still kept going.

I kept it up throughout her orgasm. Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling, her stomach wouldn’t stop quivering, and her wails of pleasure only grew in intensity. When she started to repeatedly stomp onto the mattress with her feet, I moved my face up to suck and lick her clit, and pushed my thumb into her gushing hole.

“AAAAAAAAAARGH” I heard her scream as the pleasure got seemingly too much for her, but her hand was still gripping my hair and pulling me into her.

So, I kept going. I ate her out for another half hour, making her orgasm two more times. Finally she pulled my head up and away from her sex, but she didn’t want to stop.

“Baby! Mommy needs her little boy’s fat cock inside her now! Mommy needs you to fuck her!” she growled.

“With pleasure, Mommy!” I replied.

I kissed my way up her body until my head was high enough to bury my face in her soft pillowy breasts. Then I grabbed my cock, lined it up, and slammed into her.

“YES! Come back inside Mommy! I’m yours, Baby. Mommy will be yours and yours alone! Now fuck your Mommy, Baby!”

I slammed into her over and over again, and it was heavenly. When Mom screamed out her fourth orgasm, she got a desperate look. Then another mischievous glimmer crept into her eyes.

“Did you like filling your sister up, Baby?”

“Yes!”

“Did you like claiming your sister’s womb as your own?”

I shuddered. “God, yes!”

“Did you like the fantasy of impregnating your sister, Baby? Did Mommy’s darling Boy like the idea of putting a Baby into her?”

“Oh God!” I groaned, as my body shuddered so hard that I lost my pumping rhythm. That was all she needed to know.

“What if Mommy told you that she couldn’t afford her own birth control pills, after we lost our health insurance?” she panted, and started pushing her hips up to meet my every thrust. “What if Mommy told you that, if you filled her up with your cum now, she could get pregnant for real?”

My eyes widened as I imagined my mother walking around the house with a big belly.

“Would you like to claim your Mommy’s womb like you claimed your sister’s? Give yourself a real little sister, Baby? We can feed her, clothe her, raise her together. And when she’s old enough...” she dropped her voice to a conspiratory whisper. “ ... we can teach our little baby girl how to take her Daddy’s fat cock!”

I instantaneously exploded inside her with a roar!

“YES! YES BABY! FILL MOMMY WITH YOUR SEED! COME FOR MOMMYYYYY!” she screamed in bliss, as her legs wrapped themselves around me to hold me inside her.

That was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I had in my entire life. It felt like my insides were being pulled out of my stomach. I literally saw stars. I couldn’t breathe for half a minute. It was fucking fantastic!

After feeling my cock pumping inside her at least a dozen times, I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in her ample breasts. As her legs lost their grip on me, her arms wrapped themselves around my head to hold my face to her breast. My mouth found one of her nipples and I started gently suckling on it, while she caressed the short hairs in the back of my neck.

We lay like that for what felt like an eternity, until we heard Ava’s voice.

“That was so fucking hot!” She said, causing Mom and me to start laughing as we didn’t even know she was awake again. “If that’s how it looked when he fucked me senseless the last time he used one of those damn pills, I know why I was sore for days afterwards.”

She waited for Mom and me to stop laughing, before piping up again.

“So ... Can we do this again?”

- EPILOGUE -

It’s been five years since I moved back into the house, and I still live here with Mom. Well, actually, I now live here with Mom, Ava and Mia.

As it turned out, Mia did manage to make it home for every holiday, birthday, and even most special occasions like our anniversaries. I never asked her if she made use of the hall pass I gave her that day, but, after her freshman year, she told me to forget about that crap because “hookups without feelings just don’t do it for me, and I’m not going to let you go”.

Mia has of course learned what is really going on in my family. Ava had all those elaborate plans to ease Mia into it, though they all flew out the window when Mia unceremoniously walked in on us. She had heard Ava’s voice through the bedroom door, thought she was with me, and wanted to join in. She didn’t expect that Ava was with me and Mom, but took it surprisingly well. Apparently, after she had already accepted that her BFF since childhood had feelings for her own brother, there wasn’t much need for mental gymnastics to also apply that logic to other family members.

It did, however, get her thinking. Something she didn’t share with anyone at first, though Ava and I noticed how she started subtly teasing Jack. When she realized that he did indeed react to her physically, she came to talk about it with us.

In light of her mother’s ... openness ... with her daughter, I did feel the need to discourage her from trying anything similar with her father. I can accept that he likes to be dominated in bed by his wife, but I assured her that it could do a lot of damage to a guy when his children find out about it and can no longer see him as an authority figure or lose their respect for him. She accepted that. She now has a lot of fun tormenting her brother with ‘accidental’ run-ins after showers and wardrobe malfunctions. Apparently, she’s not really opposed to the idea of him one day succumbing to her temptations. I think we have a very happy future ahead of us.

Mia’s earliest prediction came true, though. By the time she finished her degree at Northwestern, I had settled into a (mostly) regular 9-to-5 in Bill’s firm. After finishing with my last IT certification, Bill decided that it was time to hire someone else for the regular IT-maintenance. He now uses my expertise to venture into ‘Cyber Forensics’ instead. Though I absolutely fucking abhor that job title. If you hear someone use the C-word, chances are they’re either a sales rep, PR person, or a politician with an agenda, but probably not someone who actually knows what they’re doing.

I also still give self defense classes at my old high school. When I graduated and the school was about to scrub the course, a surprisingly high number of parents petitioned to keep it going. This provoked some media coverage that was grade-A publicity work for the firm. So, naturally, Bill agreed to let me continue.

Anyway, the bottom line is that I’m financially set, since my hourly wage tripled after Bill found out just how desperate companies really are to get their IT working again without having to disclose a ransomware infection. Which, of course, doesn’t stop us from continuously cleaning the cash, even though that turned out a little different than we had planned.

Since Ava called me out on my promise to not throw her out, she moved back into the house the day after we had our little fuckfest with Mom. Without Ava there, Maggie decided that she, too, would rather stay with her parents. In search of a solution, I talked to Bill, who pointed me towards some trustworthy social workers he knew. We made a quick deal: If they knew kids like me, who needed to get out of their homes fast, they’d get to stay in one of the rooms in the condo for free, provided there were no drugs brought in or parties held in it. Officially, though, I paid their rent in cash. In addition to the rent we paid in cash for Mom’s house and the grandparent’s house, and the still ongoing funneling through my developer pages, AND monthly cash deposits from the four of us ... we’ll have all the cash cleaned in another five years!

So, even though Mom doesn’t have to work anymore, and I could and would happily provide for her, she insists on making use of the degree I paid for. After she left college, she found a new job fairly quickly as a paralegal in some law firm.

She, under Danny’s professional guidance, is still trying to get Logan to turn a new leaf whenever he shows up, though that doesn’t happen nearly as often anymore since nobody wants to let him anywhere near their panties. Everyone other than Mom in the family has pretty much joined my camp and wants nothing to do with him anymore. Maggie grew tired of being treated like a booty call, while the grandparents got pissed when he neglected to mention that he flunked out of college in sophomore year, so he could keep taking money from their college fund. John and Danny help Claire in her quest, but don’t see much hope unless he hits rock bottom for some reason and is forced to acknowledge his own shortcomings.

I don’t blame Mom for trying. Quite the opposite, actually, since my position is still the same. Logan is her son, she should care, as long as she doesn’t enable him. If there’s a chance they could make him correct his behavior, I’m not gonna stop them from trying. But I also don’t help her, since my position regarding that hasn’t changed either.

I’m also still trying to work out the kinks in my relationship with my extended family. To this day, I still don’t feel like attending any of their orgies. Though, truthfully, it’s hard to even call them that anymore, since Mom and Ava are apparently satisfied with me alone and don’t attend them either. Aaron and Logan are naturally no longer invited, and the grandparents are getting on in their years. So, it’s really just John and Danny having occasional fun with their daughter.

Now, I have absolutely zero interest in Maggie, since she is STILL the same superficial bitch she has always been. Why would I waste my time on her, if I can have all the loving and caring sex I could ever wish for from Mia, Mom and Ava? I have no interest in Danny either, because she’s still the psychologist who fucked my family while ignoring my suffering. She did redeem herself to some extent by helping Mom fix our relationship, but that’s where it ends. My negative impression of her is still too strong to desire her in any capacity. And I have no interest in John because ... well, I just don’t swing that way.

What else ... ah, yeah, Aaron! The reason he gave Mom my child support in one big check, while paying her alimony in monthly installments, was not the size of his bank account. He could have paid her off after he got his half of the house sale. No, he wanted to use the monthly check as an excuse for monthly meetings, to keep working his way back into her favor. Sneaky bastard!

Didn’t work, of course. After he finally realized that he had forfeit any chance of that when he told her how I was dead to him, he tried to backpedal on that one. Suddenly, he did want to hear about me, and even feigned interest in getting to know me again. That blew up in his face spectacularly when Mom overheard his muttered curses at me after dropping me off at home again. She blew up in his face! None of us ever saw her that angry before, as she mercilessly berated him for using one of their children in that way. The neighbors even thought about calling the cops. Luckily, he ran before she could get physical, and finally ceased his doomed attempts.

After that, Mom found another highly effective way to get me off: She now likes to sit me down, wrap her tits around my cock to massage it, tell me how I successfully stole her from my father, and then alternate between sucking me off and listing all the aspects in which I surpassed my father. It’s fucking glorious, really.

I hear he still lives alone. Apparently, it’s hard to go back to regular monogamous relationships after you spent years enjoying the perks of regular incest orgies. Every time he gets with a woman, she quickly gets turned off by his semi subtle advances towards their friends, sisters, and even daughters. Who would’ve thought that shit is a hard sell for the vast majority of women?

Which brings me to the here and now, as I stand in the jewelry store. Mia and I have been together for almost six years now, lived together for more than one, and established our careers. Nora and Mom are both getting a little restless, and keep prodding me about when I will ask her the big question.

We will definitely wait a while longer before thinking about kids, but I’m certain that I would have no regrets if I were to spend the rest of my life with her.