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Two Moms, Two Laps: Rage - Incest/Taboo

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Lap Moms 8: Two Moms, Two Laps: Rage

by Tx Tall Tales

Things get out of hand.

Note* to anyone confused about the order of these stories. It starts with Two Moms, Two Laps, Two Hours, and moves forward in alphabetical order. They are in correct order on my submissions page. It was never intended to be a series. The first entry was a stand alone, but I got too much feedback to continue.

I'll admit it. I wrote myself into a corner, and had a hell of a time finishing. I can't remember who, but some author commented on writing to the point where you didn't know what was going to happen next, and your readers never would. Hit the worst case of writer's block. I'd find myself working on anything else, since I was having so much difficulty on this one. I'm not sure why.

I've gone through several iterations of the finish. I'm still not 100% happy, but it is what it is. I can't drag it out any longer, I already feel guilty as hell taking this long, but I felt bad short-changing what I thought was a good premise.

The last three chapters are being submitted. I may end up with a fourth chapter epilogue, but not now. It's not all love and roses, at least not to start, but I've tried to pull everything together, and hope you enjoy it. Thank you for you patience.

BTW - editing may not be the best ever. During the edits I keep making revisions, trying different things. I had to stop, or it would never get out. Sorry for any mistakes.

I was in bed, enjoying the new sheets, and listening to Mom and Dad go at it. I wasn't the only one having their share of fun that day. Not at all.

It was late enough that I figured it was alright to call Penny. I could use the distraction. I was feeling more than a little jealous of Dad at the moment. Mom was on fire, and he was feeding the flames.

Penny picked up after the first ring. "Jeremy?"

"How'd it go, gorgeous?"

"Jeez, we have some weird, screwed up families, don't we?" she laughed.

"That bad?"

"Naw. Pretty good. Good thing you didn't come in. Dad was sitting in his chair wearing nothing but his robe, and it was wide open. Mom was wearing some kind of sleazy see-through nightie and was on her knees gobbling him down, while he watched the video of me giving you head. The old perv."

"That's funny. I remember seeing a similar scene over here."

"Maybe, but it wasn't your Dad!" she whined.

"Actually, it was my Dad... and Mom."

She chuckled. "I guess. Still it was super weird."

"You freak them out, showing up when you did?"

"A little. Mom got off him quick, blushing redder than a tomato, lipstick all smeared. Dad pulled his robe closed, but it didn't do much to hide what was sticking up. He's not big like you, but pretty substantial. Mom's not doing without." I heard another giggle. "I was a real shit. I walked in like nothing was going on, the video still playing. 'Anything good on TV?' I asked."

"You didn't! Evil girl."

She laughed. "Oh yeah I did. I don't know what got into me. Y'all are a bad influence! I went over and sat on his lap, carefully pushing his big stick to the side. I put my arms around his neck, gave him my best innocent baby girl look, and said 'You're not disappointed in me, are you Daddy?'"

"Go on. Don't leave me hanging, rotten thing," I told her.

"You're not going to get upset or jealous, are you?"

Upset? Jealous? "Do I have any reason to?" I asked quietly. Then again, with what had been going on in my house, I sure as hell didn't have any moral high ground.

"No. I swear. Just a little teasing. Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course."

She laughed, and continued. "Alright, like I said, I was giving him the Little Miss Innocent look, the video of me sucking you off still running in the background..."

"Of course I'm not disappointed. A little surprised, maybe. I... I thought, I didn't know, maybe you had already done it."

"Nope. Daddy's little virgin baby girl, until a few nights ago."

"Mom was sitting on the couch, doing her best to cover up with that ridiculous see-through outfit. I mean, it showed everything, Jeremy."

"Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Penny chuckled. "Now who's teasing? Dad was stiff and awkward, the video still playing. Mom grabbed the remote and turned it off."

"Too bad for Dad," I chuckled.

"Not really..."

"You want to watch the other video with me Daddy?"

"Uhh... I don't know," he mumbled, while I settled into his lap, wiggling.

"I want you to. Talk to me. Ask me anything you want. I don't mind. I don't want to keep anything from you, ever. Please?"

"You sure? You won't feel uncomfortable?"

I teased him, reaching down and wiggling his hard-on with my hand. "Just a little. We can deal with it. Mom can take care of you if things get too crazy, alright?"

Mom leaned over. "Maybe it's best if I finished taking care of it first," she said. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable? Give us a few minutes."

Penny laughed. "I didn't give 'em much time. Stripped down to a t-shirt and panties, and a couple of minutes later I walked in on Mom blowing him again."

I laughed. "You really are trouble, aren't you? You couldn't give them five minutes?"

"I could have. I didn't."

"Bad girl."

"Your influence. Now where was I? Oh yeah, Mom was back blowing him..."

"Don't let me interrupt," I told them. "Not like you haven't seen me doing that."

Mom didn't even slow down, and I guess Dad had gotten over his nervousness.

"Mom's good, isn't she," I asked.

"The best," Dad groaned.

I laughed, told him that maybe she could teach me a thing or two. "I bet this isn't the first one of those she's had to take care of tonight."

Dad shook his head.

"How many?" I teased.

Mom acted like nothing was going on. Gotta give her credit. One track mind. Seems like I'm learning more about Mom every day.

"Third," Dad said, then he gave me a little self-satisfied grin.

"All blowjobs?"

He shook his head.

"Good for you Dad! So this one might take a while?"

He shook his head again.

"No? Because I'm here?" I leaned over and pulled her hair back out of the way.

His face was turning red, and he nodded.

"Jesus, Penny! When did you become such a little tease?" I asked.

"Look who's talking. You teased me to death today."

"Did it take long?"

"What do you think?"

"Maybe I could help?" I told him, and his eyes got big, fast.

I stood behind Mom, and took off my shirt, standing there in just my panties. It was so cute. He didn't want to look, but he did. He turned away twice, then couldn't help himself, staring at my titties. Weird, since Mom's are so much bigger. I gotta confess, Jeremy, I kinda liked it.

"There not too small, are they Daddy?" I asked.

"No baby, perfect," he gasped. I saw Mom was really working on him, trying to get him off.

"You like them?" I asked. I bounced on my toes, watching his eyes follow my breasts.

He nodded, moaning, thrusting his hips up at Mom.

I cupped them both, pulling on my hard little nipples. "They're really sensitive."

It was too much for him. He groaned, grabbed Mom's head, and shot off for her. When he was done, Mom stood up and turned to me, wiping her mouth with her hand.

"Don't tease your father like that, rotten thing," she said, but I knew she didn't mean it.

"Not even just a little?"

She smiled, and gave me a hug. "A little is fine. Too much and I won't be able to walk for a week." She gave me a kiss, and I wouldn't let her go until I got a small taste of Dad.

"Jesus! Really?" I asked

"Just a hint. I guess I still wanted to tease him. I hopped into his lap, and told Mom to put on the video. It only took her a second to change it, and we were off and running."

"What about your shirt?" I asked.

She giggled.

"Oh, yeah, my shirt..."

"Uh... Your shirt, Angel?" Daddy whispered.

"No biggie, Daddy. You're going to see all of me on screen aren't you?"

"It's not the same," he said.

"It's just titties. I don't mind. I know they're not as good as Momma's."

"No, Angel. Your breasts are perfect. You're a beautiful young woman."

I gave him a kiss for that. "Thank you."

The first time video was already starting in the background. He didn't say much, and I didn't encourage him. I leaned against his chest, occasionally whispering how I felt, when I was nervous or scared. How lucky I was to have both the mom's there. Things like that. When he watched our mom's licking my face clean, he moaned.

"You're not mad at her are you?" I asked.

"No, Angel. I understand she was trying to make it special for you."

"I didn't know Momma was so naughty."

He chuckled. "Very naughty sometimes."

"You like that, don't you? Having a naughty slut-mommy all your own."

"I do."

"He seemed to be getting over his nervousness. He laughed with me, when you tossed me back on the bed, getting grief from the moms," she added.

"I was just playing," I reminded her.

"I know. It was perfect. Took away the stress of the moment. I really was nervous."

"You didn't seem like it. What was it you said?"

"It's not going to lick itself?" she chuckled.

"Yeah, that."

"It didn't have to, did it?"

"Never will, as long as I'm around," I told her.

"You don't mind doing it? I always feel a little guilty afterward."

"Guilty? Don't be silly. I love doing it. If anyone should feel guilty it's me. You don't have any problems sucking me, do you?"

"I love it. I'm going to be the best you know. You better not leave me, 'cause I swear, you're never going to find anyone else even close."

Except Mom. "No, I think I'm going to keep you. If that's alright with you."

"More than alright. Now stop interrupting my story..."

"You guys looked like you were having fun," Dad said, his brazen hand rubbing way up high on my thigh.

"Was your first time fun, Daddy?"

"Not like that. We were nervous. Both of us virgins. In her parent's basement, hoping nobody would come down and interrupt us. It was awkward, and there was a lot of clumsy fooling around, but once I was inside of her, it was all worth it."

"Who was it? It wasn't Mom, was it?"

He shook his head. "Jessica Beauregard."

"The little tramp," Mom teased.

"Momma! Don't interrupt! This is me and Daddy time. I don't want him to be afraid to tell me anything."

He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "No secrets, baby girl."

When he kissed me, I could smell his aftershave. It made my nipples hard. "Thanks, Daddy, that means a lot to me." I grabbed his hand and put it on my breast, when Jeremy on the TV finished going down on me. "I was really scared here," I explained. "Hold me?"

"He... he didn't hurt you, did he?"

On the screen, the moms had finished getting me positioned for the big event, and it was about to happen.

"A little. It had to hurt a little. I was a virgin."

I realized then, that Mom hadn't shown the version where she sucked Jeremy. We both stayed quiet while we watched that big fat cock get ready to penetrate me and inch its way in. Daddy was squeezing my boob real nice.

"He's big," Daddy said softly.

"Huge. Couldn't even get all of it in. Not at first."

I realized then that Daddy was hard again. I laughed, wrapping my fingers around it. "Again, Daddy? What are you 18?"

"You jacked him off?" I asked.

"No, baby. Just held it. He never came for me or nothin'. It wasn't about that. Mom took care of him later. Matter of fact, it sounds like she still is, or I should say he's taking care of her. Can you hear them? They're really loud."

I laughed. "No, I can't hear anything. Same thing's going on over here. For at least the last hour."

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Very good."

"Let me finish my story, and I'll go check on them..."

We were quiet, until the action paused for a moment. It was when I was about to get the whole thing, captured on video for all eternity. Mom apologized for being mean.

"She was mean to him?" Daddy asked.

"A little. Before we started. You saw how she looked at the beginning. She got over it."

"I wasn't mean," Mom said. "I was just, I don't know, really nervous."

"You were mean, Mom. You know it. Now hush up," I told her.

On the screen, your mom was lubing up your cock.

"This is when it starts Daddy. I was scared. I tried to hide it, but I knew he was really going to fuck me."

We were quiet, while your mother coached you on how to treat me.

"You were lucky to have her there. With just the two of you, it could have been a disaster," Daddy whispered.

"I know. She wanted to make sure it was good for me. Her first time wasn't so good. He was big like Jeremy. She wanted better for me."

"Was it her idea for your mother to be there too?"

"Yeah. That was the greatest you know? Mom there to help me, take care of me?" I turned to face Mom. "You were perfect Momma. Just what I needed."

"I was glad to help. It was beautiful to share with you."

"And now we get to share it with Daddy."

He was still focused on the screen. "A little rough," he mumbled, as my body shook with each deep stroke.

"No, never! It was perfect. Alice made sure."

Things got quiet, as my moans on screen started up.

"See? Perfect. He made me come for him. It was really nice. I wasn't expecting that, not the first time."

I could feel Daddy's cock swelling in my hand. I'd almost forgotten I was holding it.

You were hammering me on screen, getting ready to make me come again.

"Look Daddy. What he does for me. It was incredible, perfect. I took all of it, all of that great big cock and came all over it."

"Your first time, like that," he whispered.

"Only because everyone helped. I was pretty spoiled huh?"

He chuckled. "My girl deserves to be spoiled."

"I'm still your baby girl, right Daddy? This doesn't change anything."

"Always, Angel. My perfect baby girl."

We stopped talking, until the big one started. "Watch now. Watch me make him come for me."

I tugged on his cock a little, while he played with my nipple. I could feel his heavy breath. Daddy was enjoying it a little too much. I took my hand off his cock, and he moaned.

"Shh, watch," I told him, while you drove me crazy on screen.

We were quiet, long after the huge finish.

"I'm not a virgin anymore." I told him.

"No kidding. You kids could go pro."

I giggled. "I think Mom should take care of you now. Thanks for watching that with me." I pulled his head down and kissed him. Not a daughterly kiss at all. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

I climbed off his lap, and he grabbed Mom's hand and practically ran to their bedroom.

"You were really pushing the 'Daddy' thing, weren't you."

"What? No! I always call him Daddy."

"Pretty wild day all around, it sounds like," I told her.

"Oh, yeah. Can you hear them now? I'm right outside their door."

I listened carefully. She must have pointed the phone toward them, because I could hear them going at it. Colleen was getting very vocal.

"I'm going to tease him a little more."

"Penny!"

"Just a little," she whined.

The phone got quiet, and I listened to her father gasp. "Penny!"

"Don't stop, Daddy," I heard her as if she was a little ways from the phone. "I don't want you guys to hide it from me anymore. If Momma needs to scream, let her. I want to know you guys have a great sex life, Ok?"

I heard her Mom. "No more hiding. And yes, we have an excellent sex life. Your father is very, very good. But I don't want you walking in on us like this. That's a little over the top, don't you think?"

"I think it's beautiful, what you guys are doing. It's how you made me. I... I'm really happy to see you together. I didn't know if you guys even still did it. You're always so secretive."

"It's private," I heard her father say. "Intimate. We're not exhibitionists."

"It's just me Daddy. If my being here bothers you, I'll go away now. She's a great Momma. Make her come really good, Ok? She deserves it."

He laughed. "I'll do my best."

Mom spoke up. "Wear some clothing next time, rotten thing. Seeing your titties like that is going to leave me bowlegged."

"These little things? When he has yours?" There was quiet for a second. "Fuck her, Daddy. Hard. Let me see just for a moment."

"Penny..."

"Please? You saw me. My first time. All of me. Do Mom good."

I heard Colleen's moan, and her father's grunt. "Yeah, like that," Penny said. "Pound that Momma pussy."

The sound of flesh-on-flesh was loud and clear. The bed was creaking, and I heard a soft moan. "A little suck, Daddy. Not too hard, they're very sensitive."

Shit! What was she doing?

"Mmm. Like that. Don't stop fucking her. Suck my titty 'til one of you comes."

God, she was worse than me! Where was the innocent Angel of a week ago?

I heard Colleen's familiar keening, and knew she was close.

"God, Momma's sexy like that, isn't she? She's gonna come hard for us."

"Big comes," I heard her father growl.

Colleen cried out, and I heard Penny's giggle.

"Like that," her father said. "So good."

"I'm gonna leave you guys now. Thank you. I... I'm really happy right now. That was beautiful." I heard kissing, a couple of times, and then her voice was loud and clear again.

"Wow! Did you hear all that?" she asked.

"Pretty much. You are a very naughty girl."

"Not as naughty as you. Not nearly as naughty. Maybe someday."

"Someday?" I asked, feeling that old jealousy creep up.

"No screwing. I won't do that. I thought I might have Momma do some BJ training with me, using Dad. Would you mind much?"

"I... I don't know."

"Imagine if I learned everything both moms know, and brought it back to you. Pretty incredible, huh?"

"Let me think on it awhile, Ok? I'm having a hard enough time right now."

"I wish I was having a hard time. Wish you were here. They got me really horny."

"Tomorrow?" I asked.

"You'll wake up with me naked in your bed."

For four days everything was wonderful. Mom and Dad were almost like old times. Penny and I were inseparable. We spent time at both of our houses. Nothing started up with Colleen, the whole video watching night seemed to put the brakes on anything we had going. We still kissed, and there might have been a little playful touching, but no more naked visitor with us in Penny's bed.

Six of us went to the matinee again. This time Colin replaced Drew. Big improvement. Aunt Marie even gave me a couple of twenties, and a big kiss for getting Colin his first date.

"It's not really a date, Aunt Marie. We'll see what happens."

"I've been coaching him a little. You watch over him, make sure he doesn't screw things up, Ok?"

I laughed. "It's a movie and a snack, that's all."

It turned out to be a little more than that for Colin. A few minutes into the movie I had my arm around Penny, kissing her neck.

"Didn't get enough this morning?" she teased.

"Never enough. This isn't about that. Sort of follow the leader for Colin."

She laughed, glancing sideways. "You planned this out?"

"Not really. He told me he didn't know what to do, right before we went in. I said he could watch what we do."

"You're not going to bend me over the seat in front of us, and fuck my brains out are you? That would be a hell of an example."

"No, naughty girl. Although the idea is tempting. We're taking it slow. Very slow."

An hour into the movie he had left us behind. I knew he was going too fast, and it took me a few minutes to get enough of his attention to slow him down. I waved my popcorn bucket, and nodded to the back of the theater. He took the hint.

"Too much, too soon," I warned him.

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"She seems to like it," he argued.

"Trust me Colin. What did your Mom say?"

He thought about it a bit. "I should stop?"

"Don't go in her clothes. Not this time. If she feels she was too easy you might not get a second shot. You'll scare her off. Second base and kissing. Take a few breaks. Let her make a bit of a move. Got it?"

"Alright. You think I can get a real date with her?"

"Get her number when we eat. Tell her you'll call. Phone her tomorrow. You should be fine."

He was, and Penny and I were as proud as new parents. Aunt Marie was especially happy, and made sure I knew it. Not as much as we had in the past, but it was a really nice little make-out session.

Mom seemed to be in a great mood all week, except there was still that distance between us now. She was nervous if I even touched her. We had a little talk about it.

"We can't do anything, Jeremy."

"I know Mom. I'm not talking about that. What we had before it all went south. The hugs. Little kisses. That's all. It's like there's a wall between us."

"I can't take the chance. God I want to, you have no idea how hard it is not to fall into your arms. I can't get started. I won't be able to quit."

I was disappointed but I could be patient.

"How're things with Aunt Marie?"

"Getting better. We had lunch. She's really happy about you guys helping Colin out. You know he has a date Saturday?"

"Yeah. Just the two of them. We'll talk. He gets carried away."

"You're teenagers. You're allowed to get a little carried away."

"He was opening her pants and trying to get into her panties, an hour into the movie."

"Talk to him. But be gentle, this is a big deal for Colin."

Penny was dealing with the other half of the equation, gabbing to her friends, breaking Kelly in, telling her how lucky she was to have Colin. She seemed to be going for it.

Like I said, four days of near bliss. I should say three-and-a-half.

It was Friday afternoon. Penny was going shopping with her parents. Looked like her Mom was right about her getting the car if she buttered up her father. To hear her tell it, the atmosphere at their house was like a second honeymoon, and her parents weren't being subtle at all. Open blowjobs had become the new norm. She'd been on the phone with her older sister Dani, warning her about the changes at home.

I was home in my room. I heard my parents arguing. It sounded like it was coming from their bedroom.

Dad walked down the hall, his arms full of Mom's things. He was headed for the guest room. It upset me to see the relationship turning sour again. It had been going so well.

"You always have to push, push, push," Dad growled, going back for another load, while Mom paced him, whining.

"Is this how you're going to handle everything?" she yelled. "Every time you're unhappy, you're going to throw me out of our bedroom?"

"Until you learn to love and respect me, I don't see I have any other choice," Dad answered, carrying a drawer of her things.

"Jesus, Howard. I only asked to loosen up your damn rules. Be reasonable!"

"No, Alice! That's over. Done with," Dad was returning with the empty drawer.

"I'm not asking for what we had. I just need to feel comfortable around him. I'm nervous all the time. I'm afraid to touch him."

"You shouldn't be touching him."

"Don't be an ass, Harold! Hugs, an arm around the waist. Kisses like we had before. Affection, not passion. That's all I'm asking. You said you were going to trust me."

"We both know how you are. You don't know when to stop."

"He'll stop me, if he has to. You know he will."

"He shouldn't have to, should he? Am I not enough for you? What the hell is the problem?" His voice rose for a second, then quieted again.

I felt awkward listening in, but I didn't want to interrupt. I had the door cracked, and watched them march back and forth with her things. This was the worse fight yet. I didn't understand it. Each little thing seemed to be blowing up bigger and bigger.

"It's not that," Mom whined. "You're wonderful. Perfect. I don't want anyone but you. I need Jeremy back. I feel like I'm losing him."

"He's got a girlfriend. They're happy. You don't need to be stealing him from her."

"Damn it, Harold! You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"What are you talking about?" he sneered.

"You know. Affection. Not sex. It's killing me to be around him all the time, after what we had, and not be able to do anything."

"I don't want to hear about what you had. This conversation is finished."

"No it's not! I'm going to do it. I have to. I won't go too far."

"No you won't, Alice." I recognized that tone. His 'and-that's-final' tone.

"I will! It's only for a couple of weeks until he leaves anyway. What's the harm?"

"You will, will you?" he asked, his voice scary calm. That was a bad sign.

"Yes. It's my body, and he's my son. I'm not going to let you stand between us. I'm tired to you ordering me around. I'm sick of you playing this game with where I sleep. Kicking me out of our bedroom. I'm not your possession!"

"You're going to fuck him again, aren't you?"

"Why would you say that? I told you, affection only. That's all I'm asking for. You don't have to be crude."

"Do what you want. Fuck him if you want. I'm tired of all this shit. I don't care anymore." I heard him walking away, his voice fading.

"MAYBE I WILL!" Mom screamed at him.

Mom ran past, directly to their bedroom and slammed the door.

When she hadn't come out after an hour, I knocked. "Mom?"

"Go away, Jeremy. Just go away."

Not happening. I opened the door. "I heard it. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"Why? Why can't he even try to understand?" Her face was a mess, red, teary eyed.

I sat down beside her. Aunt Marie style, holding her, not saying anything.

"See, baby? Even this. We're not allowed to do this. How is it wrong for my boy to hold me?"

"It's not wrong, Mom, but we have to give him time. We both hurt him badly."

"We don't have time! You're going off to school. You're leaving me. I'll never have you again. Not like now."

"Sure you will. Weekends, summers, holidays for the next four years, at least."

"But you'll be with her."

Those words surprised me. "Penny? You're not jealous of Penny are you?"

"She gets all of you, and I get nothing! Nothing! What happened, Jeremy? I thought you loved me? I was number one. You loved me the most. You don't even have time for me anymore."

I kissed her neck, sliding behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I love you, Mom. You'll always be number one. We have to cool it. Give Dad time. Let him accept us back together."

"He'll never do it. You were supposed to win me, baby. Me. Make me yours. Why did you give up on me?" She pulled out of my arms, turning around and wrapping her arms and legs around me. "I thought you loved me. Really loved me."

She was breaking my heart. I kissed her lips softly, breaking away before it could get too intense. "Of course I love you. I'll talk to Dad, alright? There's nothing wrong with this. What we're doing now. I'll make sure he knows it. That I know where to draw the line. Let me take care of it, Ok?"

"He kicked me out of our bedroom. He walked out on me. He never does that."

I hugged her, feeling her breasts press against my chest. I could smell her hair, her skin. Her lips caressing my neck. God, I wanted her.

"We hurt him. Now you defied him. Like he didn't matter. That's not the way and you know it."

"Just hold me, Jeremy. Let me pretend."

That's how Dad found us.

"I knew you two wouldn't waste any time. Couldn't wait to jump in her bed could you, you little fuck!"

Yep. He was angry.

Mom was slow getting off of me, staring back at him in open defiance.

"We didn't do anything, Dad. She was crying. I came in to comfort her."

"I know how you comfort her. She's got her own bedroom now. Take her there. I don't care anymore. Take her and fuck her. Just not here. I need my bedroom."

He'd been standing in the doorway, and I only then realized that Aunt Marie was peeking around the door.

I got out of the bed, as pissed off as he was. "What the fuck, Dad? You have an argument and this is how you handle it? What about all that bullshit advice you keep handing me?"

"My advice is get your ass out of my room, and take your whore mother with you."

I heard Mom gasp.

"No Dad. Not like this. I'm not going to let you."

"Like you can stop me. Let it go, Jeremy. Your Mom's a hot piece. She's single now. Enjoy her."

"What are you going to do, Harold?" Mom asked nervously, standing at my side, clinging to my arm.

"What I should have done long ago. You want to screw around? Go right ahead. I can do the same, right Marie?"

Marie had her head down. I couldn't believe it when she nodded.

"NO!" I yelled at him. "You're not going to fuck things up like this. Not this way. We didn't do anything!"

"You didn't fuck her three times?"

"Harold!" Mom shrieked.

"Three times. And now you want more. You'll do it whether I like it or not. Well go ahead then. I'm going to screw your gorgeous sister's sexy brains out. Fuck those outrageous titties..."

This was ridiculous. "MARIE!" I shouted. "GO TO MY ROOM!"

She looked up in shock. "J...Jeremy?"

"NOW, MARIE!"

Dad stepped toward me. "You don't get to tell anyone what to do in my house. She's not going anywhere." His voice was icy, eerily calm.

I ignored him. "GO, MARIE! I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN!"

She stepped back a couple of steps, and Dad went ballistic. I didn't see it coming until I was picking myself up off the floor, cheek aching.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you little prick!" he screamed.

I guess he didn't expect me to stand up to him. I never had. I never thought I would. I launched myself at his waist, driving him into the corner of the dresser beside the door. It wasn't intentional, but I could tell it hurt by his grunt. His fist came down on my back, punishing me.

Mom was screaming at us both, but I wasn't listening. I stood just before his knee would have taken my head off, and drove my fist into his gut, forcing him back awkwardly over the dresser. I got a couple of good shots in, before he rang my bell. Shit, he hit harder than I could imagine possible.

It got ugly. I went for his throat, and he tried to knee me in the nuts. Neither of us hit our targets, but it was obvious there was no holding back. Punching him wasn't working, and he got another shot in while I threw him to the side, knocking over the tall upright dresser.

He fell and kicked out at my knee, folding it. A few inches forward and he might have taken it out. I was furious and swept all the items off the dresser onto him, including the TV. He put his arm up to stop it, and I kicked him as hard as I could, right in the ribs, while he was distracted.

Mom started pulling me away, and he took advantage of the fact to get off the ground and ram his shoulder into my gut. We rolled on the floor, kicking, gouging, punching. He got up before I could and kneed me in the side of the head, a glancing blow, making me see stars. Mom must have intervened. When I could see again, she was standing between us screaming.

I stood up, and could taste the blood in my mouth. "You too, Mom." I spit a mouthful of blood on her floor.

She stopped yelling and looked at me. It must have not been good, because I could see the concern in her eyes. "Stop it. Both of you," she pleaded.

"Go to my room, Mom. Now. Take your sister with you."

"You're going to kill each other!" she shrieked.

"NOW! GO!" I grabbed her arm and yanked her aside.

Dad was breathing hard. Bleeding from the side of his head, holding his side awkwardly. "I don't want to hurt you, boy."

"Too bad."

"You get the whore. Isn't that what you wanted?"

I launched myself at him, and we exchanged punches. My ears were ringing, and I collapsed to one knee. I saw him shift his weight, and I knew he was going to kick me. I went with it, rolling backward, and managed to catch his calf, pulling him down. His head hit the wall hard, as he fell. I was on top of him swinging wildly, then I was under him, getting the worst of it. I managed to kick him off, and he stood back, glaring at me, as I slowly rose to one knee again.

"You're going to get hurt, we keep this up," he growled.

"Bring it on, old man," I told him, standing.

He did, and I got the worst of it again. I couldn't even feel my left arm. Didn't stop me from driving my fist into his crotch from my knees. Twice.

He fell back against the bed, hunched over.

I got up again. Had to use the wall to help me.

"It's broken. Your arm," he sneered.

"Only need one to kick your ass, old man."

"You're the one getting your ass kicked, junior."

"That was wrong, bringing Marie here like that."

"Fuck you," he growled, and leaped off the bed.

He was slowing down. Maybe it was the crotch shot. I saw it coming. He missed me, driving his fist into the wall with all his weight. He caught a stud, and I could hear the crack. I hit him on the side of the head with all I had, and he dropped to his knees. I followed that up with a knee to the cheek, and he hit the ground.

I straddled him, full mount, and drove my right hand into his head repeatedly. He tried to block it with his arms, and twist out from under me, but he was gassed. With one last burst of energy, he arched his back, pushed my hips downward, squirming, freeing one of his, to get me into half-guard. A mistake. This wasn't wrestling. I drove my knee between his legs, hard. When I lifted to do it again, he rolled away giving me his back. I was straddling him again, and started pounding him. He covered his head, but I was out of control. Rabbit punches, elbows, shots to the temple. He stopped resisting.

"I am going to fuck them. Both of them," I growled.

My left arm was numb from the bicep down. I couldn't even see, my vision blurred. Too tired to hit him anymore, I sat upright and felt myself toppling over.

I was seated, leaning against the bed, Mom huddled over Dad. Aunt Marie was kneeling beside me, a bloody towel in her hands, wiping my head.

Mom glared at me. "What have you done? He's your father, Jeremy! Your father!"

"This one's going to need stitches," Aunt Marie said, wiping my head.

The hospital was a blur. I didn't even remember how we got there. I had a hyper-extended elbow, a sprained knee, and 18 stitches in my forehead. They gave me an ice-pack for the side of my face. My hands hurt like a motherfucker.

We had to wait almost another hour for them to bring Dad out. Broken hand, broken nose, bruised kidney, bruised testicles, light concussion. His ribs weren't broken like we thought they might have been. but they'd wrapped them anyway. He looked like shit.

It was after midnight, and the women weren't even talking to us. Dad and I sat in the back seat. The music from the front drowned out whatever Mom and her sister were saying to each other.

"You lied," I told him, keeping my voice down.

"How?"

"My arm. It wasn't broken."

"I know. Radial nerve. Maybe a little hyper-extended. I thought you might stop." He grimaced as he shifted position.

"You tried to take out my knee," I said. "You could have crippled me for good."

"Sorry about that. I was angry."

"No shit."

"You could have stopped anytime. I would have," he said.

"No you wouldn't."

He chuckled, wincing. "Maybe not. I wouldn't have beat on you when you were down. Pussy move."

"I was scared to death you were going to get back up. I was blind at that point. If you got off the ground, you were going to kill me."

"You're my son, damn it! I wouldn't have killed you." He shifted, groaning. "Busted you up a little, maybe. Not like you didn't deserve it."

"How's your hand feeling?" I said, smirking.

"Like shit. You got lucky."

"No, you got slow. You telegraphed that one."

We rode in silence for a bit. Something was bothering me. "How come I didn't see that first punch?"

He laughed. "I taught you everything you know, not everything I know."

"You held back on me?" The idea really hurt.

He was quiet. "No. Not really. I always told you never to start a fight. That was how you start a fight. I'll show you later."

Silence.

"Sorry I kept hitting you at the end. I guess I lost it there," I said.

"No shit."

My leg was killing me, and I turned, trying to find a way to straighten it. The stupid brace was in the way.

"You're not sorry for anything?" I asked.

"Told you about the knee."

"Nothing else?"

"What do you want? You happy you beat me unconscious? Proud of yourself? Gonna rub my face in it? Wanna go again? Is that it? You gonna make me apologize now?"

"You shouldn't have brought her over like that. That was wrong. For both of them."

"So now you're going to teach me right from wrong? The little mother-fucker?"

"If I have to. I learned from the best."

"Maybe not," he mumbled.

I adjusted the wrap on my elbow. It was too tight. It felt like it was cutting off circulation. I straightened it a bit, and felt a bolt of pain shoot up my arm. Shit. Funny how my attention seemed to focus on one thing at a time, like tunnel-vision. I wondered if it was the pain drugs.

"Sorry about the crotch shots. I was getting desperate. Damn knee kept giving out. Couldn't figure out why I kept ending up on one knee."

"Take out the legs early. I told you that."

"I know. Didn't expect it from you. Pretty harsh."

"Harsh? You broke my fucking nose."

I chuckled. "Maybe now they won't keep saying how we're so much alike. I'm prettier."

"Too much alike, I guess. Got my temper too, didn't you?"

"Did Mom give me anything?"

"Her morals?"

Made me want to hit him again. If he was sitting on my right side, instead of my left, I might have. The idea of using my left arm made me nauseous.

"Sorry. That was uncalled for," he said.

"Like you have room to talk, after tonight," I growled.

"Said I'm sorry. Be a fucking man and accept it graciously."

"I won't let you hurt Mom, and I won't let you insult her. Call her a whore again, and we're going again."

"Just drop it, Ok? I was angry, and a little drunk. Hurt. I didn't mean it. She's my fuckin' wife."

We rode in silence for a while. "Besides, you started this whole mess," he said, and I could still hear the disappointment in his words.

"I know. You always told me there are three parts to an apology. Admit when you're wrong, apologize for hurting the other person, and do what you can to make it up to them." I leaned back, closing my eyes. "I know what I did was wrong, and I've never denied it. I never meant to hurt you, or this family, and I'm as sorry as can be. I've tried to make it up to you, accepting your rules, being honest. What more can I do, Dad? What do I have to do to make things right?"

"I don't know," he mumbled sadly.

We pulled into the garage, and a couple of minutes later I found myself sitting on the couch, Dad next to me, confronted by two irate sisters.

Mom stood in front of me, shaking with anger. "Apologize to your father."

"For what?" I wasn't trying to be a smart ass. The painkillers must have been kicking in. Everything was kind of fuzzy. Thinking took an effort.

"For what? How about for nearly killing him!"

Dad spoke up. "Lucky shot. I've had worse."

"Apologize, Jeremy! Do it!"

"Sorry I kicked your ass, Dad."

"Damn it, Jeremy! Do it right," Mom snapped.

"I already did, Mom. In the car."

That seemed to get me off the hook. Dad wasn't so lucky.

"And you!" Mom yelled, waving her finger in his face. "Starting a fight with your son? What were you thinking?"

"I didn't start it," he said. "He should have left things alone. This is my house. I'm still the father and husband."

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"You threw the first punch. Knocked him on his ass without any warning!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? One punch."

"You're still going to have to teach me that one," I reminded him.

"Later."

Mom threw her hands in the air, shrieking. I didn't think people did that in real life. Only on TV. It might have been funny, if so many parts of me didn't hurt.

Aunt Marie stepped forward, getting in Dad's face. "You lied to me, Harold. I wouldn't have done it if I'd known. You said it was alright."

He turned red. "She said she was going to fuck him."

"I NEVER SAID THAT!" Mom screamed.

"'Maybe I will', you said. I heard you. It's not like you haven't done it before."

Mom dropped to her knees in front of him. "Is that what you really wanted, Harold? You wanted to fuck my sister so bad, you'd throw me away? Give me to your son? Toss away 20 years?"

"It was never what I wanted. You are all I ever wanted. I guess I'm not good enough for you now."

"Don't say that. You know it's not true," Mom whined.

"Why can't you give him up?"

"He's my son!" She leaned forward, her head resting on his knees. "My baby boy, Harold. You can't cut me off from him completely. You set the rules, and I'll follow them, but you have to give me something. He's my son."

"Mine too."

"You seemed to have forgotten that tonight," she said.

"Alice, I don't want to argue anymore. I'm tired, and I hurt all over. My head's killing me, and I can't even see straight. My fucking hand hurts so bad I want to cry. My nuts ache like a mother-fucker. I just wanna go to bed? You do what you have to do, and I won't interfere. I'll even leave Marie alone. I just want my wife back."

She stood up slowly, and offered him her hand. "I never left, honey. I screwed up. Screwed up big time. I'm sorry about that. I want things back the way they were."

He stood slowly, letting her put her arm around his waist, his broken hand over her shoulder, leaning on her. She didn't seem to notice his weight. "Me too. I don't think that's possible. Can't put that cat back in the bag."

"What do we do?" Mom asked fearfully.

"We go on. Figure something out. No more fights for a while."

"Ever!" she snapped.

"I won't start it again," he told her.

Aunt Marie was sitting on the arm of the couch beside me. "Proud of yourself?"

"I didn't start it."

"You sure didn't help things!" she snapped.

"I couldn't let him do it, Aunt Marie. Not like that. It would have destroyed everything."

"Are you so sure?" she asked, helping me to my feet.

"Yeah. I'm sure. You and Mom would never have been right after that. Any chance of you two ever patching things up?"

She pulled my arm over her shoulder, and helped me up the stairs. "Stranger things have happened. Everything work out between you and your girl?"

"Yeah. I owe you for that one. You were right."

"I usually am. You never called me. Never said nothing. I never hear from you anymore."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't I matter anymore, baby?"

"Of course you do. I thought you were still angry with me. Me and Mom both. I don't know what to say to make it better."

"Say you still love me. Say you're sorry, and I'll say you're forgiven."

"Sorry."

"Forgiven. There. Was that so hard?"

She was undressing me, carefully. "You two certainly made a mess of each other. Not to mention your parents' bedroom."

She didn't stop until I was naked. She eased me into the bed, then took her clothing off. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not some prize."

"You're beautiful."

She smiled. "Ok, maybe I am a little prize. No sex. Not tonight."

"I wish I could argue."

She giggled and climbed into bed with me. "Go to sleep, baby boy. Tomorrow is a new day. I feel changes in the air."

I woke, feeling pain everywhere except where a warm mouth was pumping my morning erection.

"Morning, Penny," I murmured. It was how she'd been waking me every morning lately.

I felt a slap on my leg. "Penny?!"

Oops. That brought me back to reality. "Just teasing, Aunt Marie."

"No you weren't," she snapped.

I sighed. "It was wonderful. Please don't stop. It was the concussion talking."

"Concussion? I didn't hear about a concussion," she said worriedly.

"Damn sure feels like it. There's only one place on my body that doesn't hurt."

She smiled for me. "And where would that be?"

"You had it figured out a minute ago."

She forgave me my faux-pas, and went back to pleasuring me. It was nice. I'm not going to go around comparing everyone to Mom and Penny, that wouldn't be fair. Let's just say I enjoyed it, and leave it at that.

Afterward, she gave me a couple of pills and made me take them with some water.

"Rest a while. Come down when you're hungry. Can you make it on your own?"

"I'm not an invalid, Aunt Marie."

But I was tired. Exhausted.

I woke, sore and groggy. A shower helped a little. Getting the knee brace back on was a pain with one arm. The elbow was only a little sore, unless I moved it wrong.

Standing in front of the mirror was a shock. Sweet Jesus, I looked almost as bad as Dad had. Worst black eye I'd ever seen. Big bandage across my forehead. Swollen split lip. I wasn't so sure I was the prettier one.

I walked by the Western guest room, and saw Mom's stuff was still in there. The bed looked slept in. I thought for sure she would have moved back into the master. I peeked in on Dad, and he was lying in bed alone, snoring. The room was a disaster. Man, we'd messed it up bad.

I managed my way down the stairs, one slow step at a time.

"Oh my God! What happened to you!" Penny shrieked, standing in front of me.

"Disagreement with Dad."

She looked back at my mother and Aunt Marie in the kitchen. "No. This is too much. This is abuse. You can't let him get away with this. I don't care what you did. This is wrong. Really wrong."

"Take it easy, Penny. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad! Are you kidding? You need to call the police, Child Protective Services, something."

"I'm an adult. We don't need to get anyone involved."

"This isn't right! He could have killed you! Where the hell is he?"

"Leave it, Ok? Besides, I sort of won."

"You what? You won?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus, Jeremy! I thought things were getting better?"

"Later Ok? Quieter would be good. My head is aching. Please?"

She moved up close, checking out my facial mess. "He did a number on you, didn't he?"

Aunt Marie came over, giving me a wink. "You should see the other guy."

"Why? Can you at least tell me why?" She turned to Mom and Aunt Marie. "How come you didn't tell me? What's going on?"

I limped past her to the kitchen. "Something soft to eat?" I asked.

Mom smiled and put blueberry pancakes in front of me, with a glass of milk. "Bon appétit."

I laid my left arm on the table, and started cutting my pancakes with my fork, one bite at a time. Penny sat down next to me, looking aggravated. She snatched the fork from my hand, picked up the knife and cut the tall stack into bite-size pieces.

"Syrup?" I asked.

She sighed dramatically, and poured the maple syrup over them. "Do I need to feed you?"

I shook my head. "Probably not."

Aunt Marie and Mom both sat down with us. Penny seemed to be calming. "How bad is it?"

Mom answered. "Nothing serious. Sprained knee and elbow. Some stitches. A lot of bruising."

"What happened?"

Mom sighed. "Penny, I love you like a daughter. I do. You're the best thing that ever happened to numskull here. But this is between us. Him and his father, me and Marie."

"If it hurts him, it's about me too," she whined.

"He'll be fine. They both will, eventually."

"They really fought? Punches? Jeremy and his Dad? That doesn't even make sense!"

"No it doesn't. And yes they fought. Maybe if we can ever get his father up, you can help me piece together the wreck they made of my bedroom."

"Sorry 'bout that," I mumbled in mid chew.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie," Aunt Marie warned me.

I almost said sorry again. She knew, her eyes full of mischief. Aunt Marie knew me so well.

Penny looked like she was getting angrier again, sulking.

"What?" I asked her, pointedly.

"You've pretty much ruined everything, haven't you? You're going to be all but useless until you leave."

"I'll be fine in a few days."

She was steaming.

Mom stood up and held out a bucket to me. I looked inside and I saw some spot remover, sponges, work towels and stuff.

"Clean the backseat of the Jeep," she said.

"Mom! How about a break? Give me a day to recuperate at least."

"No dice. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson. Get going."

"Why me? This is as much Dad's fault as mine."

"Yes. Maybe so. But he pays the bills. Besides, he's in no shape to do it. Most of it's your blood, anyway. Go on now."

Scrubbing out the seat and flooring of the backseat of a Jeep Rubicon, with one arm and a knee in a brace is no easy task. I was wondering if I should have just stayed in bed like Dad.

I had already switched sides, the worst of it taken care of as well as I could under the circumstances, when the opposite door opened. Aunt Marie stuck her head in.

"Need some help?"

I definitely could use some, but if this was my penance, I'd accept it. "Thanks Aunt Marie, but I'll manage."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Don't be a martyr, Jeremy. I offered to help. You know you're not in shape to do anything but a half-ass job."

I passed her the bucket, and my gorgeous aunt climbed down among the floorboards, while I was trying to use the spot cleaner on the upholstery. I doubted it would ever look the same. Good thing Dad understood that working vehicles were not meant to be showpieces.

"Is it over between you and your father?" she asked softly.

I shrugged. "Don't know. I can't believe he did that. Bringing you over just to rub it in Mom's face." I could see her blushing, and realized it didn't say much about her, if that's the only reason he wanted her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way."

"What can I say? You're right. I was going to let him use me against her. Not much of a sister, am I?"

"What are we going to do?" I asked. "Everything's such a mess. I don't even know how it got this bad."

She got up off her knees, stretching. Her breasts stuck out, stealing my attention. "I think you and your father have done enough for now. Let your mother and I handle it for a while," she said.

"But how?"

She smiled. I swear she did. "That's not your problem anymore. Your stupid games didn't help, you know. For such a smart guy, you're pretty ignorant."

She backed out of the car, and walked around to my side, climbing down between the seats again. She giggled.

"What?"

"Remembering the last time I was down here, and you were up there. Started this whole mess."

"Pretty incredible," I told her, reaching out and stroking her back. My elbow twinged, but it was worth it.

"That it was," she looked up at me. "Colin's coming over before his date tonight. Don't go into any details about what you and your father were fighting about. He doesn't need to know." She rose up off the floor, reached up to me and pulled my head down, kissing me.

"Thanks for stepping up. You're right. If Harold and I had gone through with it, I doubt anything would ever be the same. I think he'll realize it before long."

We cleaned up the best we could, and she took the supplies from me. I grabbed a beer, even though alcohol wasn't a good mix with the painkillers. As I closed the door, I grabbed a second one. A peace offering.

Somehow, Mom and Penny had maneuvered my father down the stairs and parked him in his chair. He looked older, smaller, tired. I stepped up and held the beer out to him.

Dad looked at me for a while, before accepting it. He didn't say thanks.

I took a seat on the couch, and sat back. He was watching golf. Golf. He never watched golf. Said it wasn't a sport. Only bowling would have been worse.

The beer combined with the painkillers made me kind of loopy, and I think it hit the old man at least as bad. It was clear after a while, the sisters were doting on him. Checking with him regularly, running their hands across his shoulder, giving him kisses on the cheek.

Penny was doing pretty much the same for me. Very attentive. Enough to get me thinking about more.

When they weren't giving us their attention, they were gathered in the kitchen chattering like magpies. From the smell I could tell they were cooking.

"They're up to no good," Dad said quietly.

"Cooking sausage," I observed.

"Garlic. My bet's lasagna. Tryin' to get on my good side," he said. He was really out of it, from the way he was slurring his words.

"Or she could be trying to make your favorite dish because she's crazy about you," I said.

"Crazy part's true."

He was right though. They were up to something. The attention Aunt Marie was giving him? Never seen the like from her before, and damn if Mom wasn't encouraging it. They'd both check on me, run their fingers through my hair, touch my shoulder while walking behind the couch, but Dad was getting the full press.

When they left, he turned to me. "Whadda you know 'bout this?"

I knew what he was talking about. "Nothing. I swear. Obviously Mom and Aunt Marie are up to somethin'."

"Don't trust 'em," he sulked.

Someone, Penny or Mom probably, had stolen my beer. Replaced it with a Coke. I held it up, looking at it ostentatiously, then glaring at the women. Penny grinned, and came over. "No more beer for you, you were getting weird. Didn't even hear what I was saying. I don't think it mixes well with whatever you're taking."

"How come Dad gets to keep his?" I argued.

Mom walked up to me from behind Penny, leaning over and kissing my cheek. "First of all, he's not underage," she reminded me.

"Like that ever stopped us before," I pointed out.

"Second, he pays for it -"

"So let me get my wallet, I'll give you a buck."

"Finally," she said, cutting me off, "You've still got things to do. Can't afford to get doped up. Your father is going to rest."

"How's that fair!" I whined.

"I never said it's fair. Doctor said he needed complete rest for a few days. He's getting it."

Thirty minutes later I was up in her bedroom, patching two holes in her wall, awkwardly with only one working arm. I had to be careful with the leg. Most of the time it didn't hurt, but if I positioned it wrong, Yow!

Penny and Mom had pitched in to help, while Aunt Marie was watching over Dad. They were putting things away, re-positioning the furniture, and cleaning up what looked like a ridiculous amount of blood stains on the carpet and furniture. The room stank to high-heaven, and I realized that someone had thrown up by the wall. I didn't remember doing it, must have been Dad.

I was smoothing out the putty on the second hole, when Mom sat back, sighing. "I think we're going to have to re-carpet in here."

"I said I was sorry." I might have sounded a little harsh. I was tired and aching.

Mom stood, took the tools out of my hands and gave me a hug. "I'm not blaming you honey," she said softly. "I... I understand why you did it. You stood up to your father for me. I'm not saying it was right, but I understand, and I appreciate it."

Penny was watching from her knees. She was still scrubbing the worst spot, by the side of the bed.

Mom released me, and went over to my girlfriend, extending her hand. Penny accepted her help, getting up. "Why don't you take your boyfriend to his room, and let him rest up a bit. It's been a long day, and dinner won't be ready for a couple more hours."

In my room, Penny helped me remove my braces and undressed me for bed. She stripped down and joined me under the covers, careful to stay on my right side, and cuddling up to me gingerly.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Rough. Knee doesn't hurt unless I move it wrong. The elbow's a little sore, but if I keep it bent, it's not bad.."

"How about your face? It doesn't look good." She reached up and softly touched my cheek.

"Sore to the touch. Alright other than that," I admitted.

"You gonna tell me what the hell happened?" she asked, resting her head on my shoulder, her hand wandering across my torso.

I debated whether I should or not, then decided what the hell. "Mom and Dad were fighting. Dad's angry at her right now, and decided he was going to punish Mom by kicking her out of his bedroom and bringing Aunt Marie home to sleep with."

"What? He was going to do what?" Penny gasped.

"Take her to his bed," I said. "I couldn't let him do that. I tried to stop it, and he hit me, after saying some pretty bad things about Mom and me."

"I... I can't believe it. That doesn't sound like your father at all."

"He has a temper, and like I said, he was mad. Plus, he'd been drinking. Once he hit me, I guess I lost it. We really went at it. Holding nothing back."

"Do I want to know why he was so angry?" Penny asked softly. "It was about you and your mother, wasn't it?"

I nodded.

She sighed. "Quite a mess you guys have made. The fight was serious?"

"Worse than it should have been. We were both trying to hurt each other."

"Jeremy. That's not good. He's your father. You guys love each other."

"I know. Tempers got carried away. I think it was weeks building up. Hopefully it's over now."

"And those games you've been playing? Trying to get your mother and aunt back together. Working on getting Marie in your father's bed. Tell me that's over too."

"How do you know..."

"We talk. You know I'm part of the family now. Don't mess things up any worse, Ok?"

"No more games. Hell, I was only trying to make things better for everyone. A lot of effort for nothing. I'm done with that."

Penny sat up and kissed me. "Besides, you have me now, big guy. Let them work out their own problems." She started kissing a line down my chest, past my belly, until her warm talented mouth was teasing me.

"God, I was such an idiot waiting so long to make a move on you."

She laughed. "No shit. I'm still waiting for you to make a move. I've had to take the lead every step of the way. That's not good for a girl's ego, you know."

"I'm glad you did. Really glad."

She laughed. "Me too, baby. Me too." Then her mouth was too busy for talking.

It was pretty wonderful. I let her pleasure me, using all her new-found talents. Teasing me, torturing me, bringing me close, then easing off. I finally grabbed her head, and pulled her down on my cock.

I thought she might be offended, but she let me guide her, steer her. Lift her head up and down, further and further down, forcing my cock into her throat. The naughtiest sounds came from her violated mouth, egging me on.

I let her up, caressing her pretty face, rubbing my cock across her mouth. She gazed at me lovingly, reached up and put my hand back on top of her head. Opened her mouth wide, willing, waiting.

I pushed her down on my cock, stabbing deeper, until her lips slid forward, to the very base. I held her there, feeling her trembling, my entire length buried in her face. Five, ten, fifteen seconds, before I pulled her off gasping. She drooled a little, then opened her mouth wide again, her eyes capturing mine, glistening.

Again and again, I fucked her throat, amazed at how readily she was handling it. My hips thrust upward, as my hand pulled her head down, driving deeply, her nose pressed firmly against my pubes. I held her until her hand came forward, resting against my hip, hesitant, then pushing softly. I let her go, and she snapped her head back, taking a huge breath. I could see tears in her eyes, and I wiped them away.

"Come for me, Jeremy," she pleaded, then took my entire length on her own.

I clenched her hair in my fist, pulling her up, then back down, longer strokes, out to the lips, then all the way back down. So fucking incredible. I was groaning, no longer able to hold back. I shoved my cock all the way in, holding it there for a few seconds before coming hard. Rope after rope I ejaculated down her willing throat, until only a few tremors were left in my shaft.

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She pulled off, gagging, coughing a couple of times. She sat up, wiping her mouth and eyes. I saw a shiver travel down her body.

She smiled. "That was different."

"Wow," I gasped.

"You liked it?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

She rolled off the bed, and I watched her disappear into the bathroom. She showed up a minute later, a hand-towel in her hands, wiping her face.

"It was almost too much," she said. "That's going to take some getting used to. Your mom makes it look so easy."

"She's had a lot more practice. Aunt Marie couldn't do that if she tried."

That won another smile from my girlfriend. "Feeling a little better now? Got rid of some of that stress?"

"God, Penny. I'm feeling nothing but adoration for my special girl."

She cuddled up to me. "Good. Glad to be of service." She lifted her head and gave me a quick little kiss. "Your mom thinks we should give you a break from the real thing for a couple of days of healing until your arm and leg are feeling better."

"Believe me, beautiful. What you did was very real."

She gave me a playful slap. "You know what I mean."

I was getting ready to query her on what Mom and Aunt Marie were up to, when I heard a car pull into the driveway. "Bet that's Colin."

Penny pouted, then climbed out of the bed. "Rest time's over, I guess. Get dressed, cowboy."

I spent a few moments watching her slowly cover up her beautiful body, then carefully slid my legs over the side of the bed. She tossed me my boxers and I put them on. She was teasing, throwing my t-shirt and shorts my way, playfully. When I had my clothing on, she sat next to me and help me with my two braces.

"Do they help?" she asked.

"Yeah, a little. It's really not that bad most of the time. I think they're overkill."

"Good. Get better. Time's running out, and there's lots more we need to do before I lose you for a while."

"You'll never lose me."

"For a while. Weekends and holidays, right?"

"As many as possible."

"If you can't make it up here, let me know. Maybe I can make the run down there."

"We'll work it out," I assured her.

My mother's voice echoed up the stairs. "JEREMY! COLIN'S HERE!"

Penny took my hand, and we ambled down to join the rest of the family.

Colin's visit was short. He was eager to go on his date, and was visibly anxious. He hardly seemed to notice the state Dad and I were in. Mom and Aunt Marie took turns giving him advice, and I smiled to hear Dad sit him down, and tell him the same things I'd heard a couple of years earlier when I'd first started dating. I don't know how much it helped, but I think Penny did the most for him.

When he was ready to go, she walked with him to the door. Before he could leave, she turned to face him, reaching up and straightening his collar. "Stop worrying, Colin. You're a good guy, and she'll realize it. Don't rush things, and be yourself. Whenever you don't know what to do, ask yourself what Jeremy would do. Now go have some fun, and you can tell us all about it later." She pulled his head down and gave him a kiss on the lips. "And stay out of her pants. It's still your first real date."

He nodded nervously, then gave her a big hug. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

She grinned. "That's what family's for, right handsome?" She gave him another peck, pointed him out the door and gave him a smack on the rear on the way out. "Be nice, but not too nice!"

She was grinning from ear to ear when she walked back into the living room. "Dinner almost ready?"

It was another 20 minutes or so before we were stationed at the table. Things had been getting better, but they were awkward again once we were all seated. Dad and I were at opposite ends of the table, with the sisters on one side, and Penny on the other. We'd been right about the lasagna, second time in little over a week. That was a treat.

We were mostly silent through the beginning of the meal, before Mom started in. "Things have to change around here," she said firmly.

"No shit," Dad muttered.

Mom glared at him. "That attitude is part of it, Harold. I'm sick and tired of you acting like everyone in the world is to blame for what happened, except for you of course."

Dad glanced over at Penny. "This is not the time or place for it, Alice."

Penny glared at him. "Right. You can manhandle me, feel me up, and fuck my face, but you won't talk in front of me? Thanks a lot Mr. Davis."

Dad flushed. "This is family business, Penny. That's all I meant."

"So I'm not your little girl anymore? Only when you want to play with my body, I guess. I thought I was part of this family now. You're really hurting my feelings," she appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Mom reached across the table, extending her hand, and Penny placed hers in Mom's. "Of course you're family, honey." Mom looked over at Dad. "She's part of this too."

Dad mumbled, and stuck a fork full of lasagna in his mouth so he wouldn't have to say anything.

Marie spoke up. "I can't believe you'd use me like that, Harold. I opened my heart to you, and you took advantage of me. You were going to fuck me just to get back at Alice. That's wrong in so many ways, I don't even want to think about it. Don't you even care for me at all? Is that all I am, just a fuck-toy to be used for revenge?"

I started to feel bad for Dad. They were really ganging up on him.

"It wasn't like that, Marie," Dad said softly. "I... I've always been interested in you, I just wouldn't think of doing anything because of Alice. Once she rejected me, I figured I wasn't going to worry about what she thought, since she didn't care about me."

Mom's eyes blazed. "That's bullshit and you know it, Harold! Say that to my face. Tell me you honestly believe I don't love you and care about you, more than anyone else in the world."

"Not as much as your son," he snapped.

"You really believe that?" she gasped.

"Pretty obvious, isn't it? I gave you twenty fuckin' years, and you threw them away for him."

Mom stood up and she was shaking, she was so angry. "If that's how you see it, I guess we're done." She reached her arm out and swept all the dishes in front of him onto the floor. "I'm done apologizing and trying to make things right. You used me, Harold. You knew what had happened, and made me a sex object in front of our son. If you didn't want me involved with him, why the fuck did you hold me down and teach him to make me cum with his fingers, even after I told you to stop? What did you expect after telling him he could do everything but fuck me? Jesus, you used me as a cum-dump, while I was sitting in his lap!"

I think we were all stunned by her outrage.

Mom stomped away, then turned back, grabbed the large bottle of wine off the table, and took it with her upstairs.

Penny stood, placing her napkin on the table. "I think I should leave. I know when I'm not wanted." She turned to face me, glaring. "Thanks for sticking up for me. Thanks a lot."

"Penny..." I called out to her, but she literally ran to the front door, and was gone before I could even stand up. I moved slowly, straightening my braced knee, and started to follow her.

"Let her go," Dad said softly. "Give her some time."

I turned to face him. "I think I'm done taking advice from you. I thought you knew everything. Seems like you don't know shit about women."

It took me a good fifteen minutes to get to her house. I knocked on the door, and Colleen answered it.

"Oh my God, Jeremy! What happened to you?" she asked.

"It's a long story, Colleen. Can I talk to her?"

She opened the door wide. "Come in. Have a seat, I'll go get her. You guys aren't fighting again, are you? She seemed upset when she came in."

I shrugged. "I don't know. That's why we have to talk."

She returned a few minutes later. "She doesn't want to talk to you right now. She won't listen to me. Maybe later, Ok?"

I nodded. "Before I go, would you please remind her what happened the last time we didn't talk? I don't want that to happen again."

My pleas fell on deaf ears, and 10 minutes later I was making that long walk back home. What a disaster our lives had become.

When I got home, Dad was on the floor cleaning up the mess. Marie was nowhere to be seen. The dinner was still on the table. I limped over and started moving things to the kitchen, storing the leftover lasagna in the frig, putting things away.

Dad dumped the broken dishes in the garbage, and helped load the dishwasher after I rinsed. He was moving slow, obviously in pain from his bruised ribs, and working with one hand didn't help.

"Why couldn't you have just stayed away from her, Jeremy? Wasn't Marie enough?" Dad asked softly.

"Why didn't you confront us from the beginning if you knew? Why all the fucking games, Dad?"

He stopped loading, and leaned against the counter heavily. "I didn't know for sure. I suspected, I worried, but I didn't know. When it was only a possibility, it didn't matter so much. I convinced myself you'd played around, but didn't go all the way. I let myself believe your half-truths. I don't know why it hit me so hard when you two confessed."

"You should have said something from the start," I insisted.

"You shouldn't have fucked your mother and lied about it."

"I know. The difference is, I've accepted my responsibility for everything I've done wrong, and tried to make up for it."

"I'm not taking the blame for this," Dad continued to argue. "You guys screwed up."

I was tired, sore, and feeling more than a little depressed. "Whatever. You're perfect, I get it. You never do anything wrong. Sorry nobody else can measure up. I guess you're gonna get what you want."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're on your own. I'm tired of trying. I'll be gone in two weeks. At the rate you're going, Mom may be gone before then." I walked away from him, and headed to the garage. I grabbed a beer, and took it to my room, where I washed down my pain pills with the cold brew. I liked the way it made me not feel.

I was wallowing in my misery again, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do. Maybe that was my problem. I was always trying to figure things out. Over-thinking things. Sure as shit, my plans so far didn't count for crap.

Dad had retreated to his room, slamming the door. Mom was in the back guest bedroom, working on her bottle of wine, I suppose. I was doing time in my own room. I had no idea where Aunt Marie was. Colin was on a date. How the fuck did that work out, where Colin was the only one gettin' any lovin'?

I heard the doorbell, and realized I'd been zoning out. Gotta figure it was the good drugs. It was after 11:00, and I could hear Colin come in, gushing about his evening. Mom walked past my door, headed downstairs. Before long there was laughing and giggling echoing up the stairway. Not too long after that, it got quiet. Too quiet.

It took me a couple of minutes to pull it together and struggle out of the bed. I headed to the stairs, and walked down far enough to see what they were up to. Aunt Marie was kissing Colin, and his hands were inside her shirt. Mom was leaning against his back, whispering. After a minute or so, he pulled away, turned and did the same with Mom, his hand starting at her waist, and slowly moving upward, inside the material of her top.

After another minute or two, his hand moved downward, between Mom's thighs. Aunt Marie slapped his hand away, chuckling. I moved down another step so I could hear things better.

"Too damn eager, Colin," Aunt Marie teased, taking his hand and putting it back on Mom's tit. "It was only your first real date. You'll know when she wants to go further."

"How?" he whined.

Mom glanced over at me on the stairs. "Ask Jeremy, he'll tell you."

Colin jerked back away from Mom, blushing, looking over at the stairwell where I was sitting.

Mom glared at me. "Is this what's it's come to, Jeremy? Now you're a Peeping Tom?"

I stood and walked into the room, heading over to Dad's chair, since the couch was full. "Really Mom? Is that what you think? No chance I came down to hear how my cousin's first solo date went, and didn't want to interrupt?"

Mom's turn to blush, although she had called it right the first time. I was spying on them, I realized, with more than a little shame.

Luckily Colin still had no clue about all the underlying tension in the house. "How'm I gonna know, Jeremy? When do I make my move?"

I had to laugh. "You have a move?"

Aunt Marie glared at me. "Yes he does, and a pretty good one."

I put my hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, Aunt Marie. I believe you. Hell, if you and Mom taught him, you sure as shit don't need my help. How come I never got any kind of tutelage from you two?"

Mom answered. "You had your father, Jeremy."

I shook my head. "Listen. I love Dad, but I would have much preferred hands on training from you two. It might not have taken me nine months to get a blow job from Penny, and nearly a full year to get laid."

Colin looked frustrated. "Is someone gonna tell me when I make my move?"

Both moms chuckled.

"Take it easy Colin. It's not a race. Jesus, didn't you hear what I just said? It took me a friggin' year," I explained.

"I don't wanna wait a year," he whined.

I sighed. "Alright. Mom, come over here and sit on my lap."

Mom looked at me like she was annoyed, but she eventually made her way over. I straightened my bad leg and got her positioned carefully, sitting sideways, facing the other two.

"If she'll sit on your lap, she's ready for a little more intimacy. Dad says it's a flag. Like when she plays with her hair, or touches your arm and shoulder a lot. When her touches move from your arms and chest to your face, that's a big clue. If she'll let you pull her into your lap, and she stays there, it probably means she's ready to be more intimate."

Colin reached over and started pulling his Mom into his lap. Mom and I laughed. "Jesus, not like that Colin!" Mom teased.

He frowned. "How then?"

"Easiest way is to start with both of you standing. Maneuver it so that your back is to the couch, and she's facing you. Go ahead, try it," I told him.

Aunt Marie stood, and Colin was right behind her. "You don't even have to be kissing or anything. Get up Mom, let me show him."

Mom stood, and I climbed out of the chair. I took Mom by the hand and walked a few steps away from the chair. Then I turned, still holding her hand, and walked back. I sat down, and as I was sitting, I grabbed her hips, and drew her down with me, casually, pulling her into my lap and putting my arm around her. "There. That's not so difficult is it?"

Colin followed my lead, a little awkwardly, but he got his mother in his lap. She wiggled herself comfortable, and looked over at me, eyebrows raised in question. "So that's it?" she asked.

I shrugged, cuddling with Mom. "That's what Dad says. She's comfortable in your lap, she's likely comfortable with a little more than necking."

Colin reached between his mother's legs, and she slapped his hand away. He frowned, and I had to laugh. "Damn it, Colin! Don't just grab her. She's yours now. Cuddle, kiss, fondle a little. If she seems cool with everything, go for the inner thigh, and work your way up."

I decided that showing was better than telling, and I pulled Mom's face around and started kissing her. She seemed a little uptight at first, but after a minute or two things were getting better.

"God, I've missed this, Mom," I whispered to her, my hand under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her waist.

"Me too, baby," she murmured, settling more comfortably into my lap.

We necked like teenagers, while my hands started their exploration. It wasn't long before I had her bra unsnapped in back, and my hands were inside her shirt, on the bare flesh of her breasts.

Mom was caressing my face, her fingers soft, barely touching me. "Does it hurt much?" she whispered.

"Not really, just the leg."

She shifted her weight, and I pulled her hip in close, pressing her bottom against my erection. "It's fine, Mom. My leg doesn't hurt now. Just sometimes when I move wrong."

My hand slid off of her hip, and started caressing the inside of her thigh. She giggled softly. "Think you're smooth, don't you?"

"Hardly. I'm learning I don't know much at all about women, sadly enough. Seems almost silly me trying to teach Colin anything."

Mom kissed me warmly. "Don't over-think things, baby. When you're in the now, acting and reacting, you... you're almost irresistible. It's all the other crap that messes things up."

My hand had made it to her crotch, feeling the heat of her body. I caressed her softly, rubbing gently. She seemed to melt into me, her head resting on my shoulder. "Naughty boy," she murmured, opening her legs a tad.

I continued to rub her through her shorts, teasing her, while she squirmed delightfully. Her mouth was glued to mine, getting reacquainted after far too long.

Mom sighed, resting her head on my shoulder. "Not too much, baby. Not here, with everyone watching."

"You really think Colin's paying attention to us?" I teased.

She whimpered softly as my fingers entered the side of her shorts pressing against the puffy flesh between her legs. Wet. Very.

"Alice."

I looked up and Aunt Marie was standing in front of us, looking exasperated.

"What?" Mom asked, closing her legs.

"Can you deal with Mr. Hands over there?" Aunt Marie nodded toward the couch. "He doesn't hear a damn word I say, in one ear and out the other."

Mom giggled, twisting her legs to the side as she climbed out of lap. "You think he's gonna behave better with me?" Mom asked.

"No, but you seem to be able to control him better."

Mom leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Give me a minute?"

I wanted to drag her back to my lap. She'd been off-limits for too long, and now that we were back on the road to fun, I hated to let a moment slip away. But he was my cousin, and I'm sure Aunt Marie would find a way to keep me occupied.

"Of course, Mom." I reached out a hand to Aunt Marie, who slid into my lap readily. That earned me a quick second-glance from Mom. I guess she hadn't counted on that. Still, she didn't chew me out or nothin'.

Aunt Marie leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. "How you doin'?" she asked softly.

"Better, now," I answered, my hand caressing her body.

"Now? Better than when your Mom was sittin' here?" she teased.

"No. Not better than Mom. That was different. We were gettin' to know each other, after our forced separation. Better than you not sittin' here." I pulled her head down for another kiss, sliding my hand inside her shirt. "What's the deal with Dad? You two actin' all lovey-dovey all day, than ganging up on him over dinner."

Aunt Marie was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, similar to Mom. She sat up and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra, then she was pulling that woman magic of removing her bra while keeping her shirt on.

"Dinner was a mistake. We really want to make sure he knows he's loved and appreciated right now. That must have been a real blow to his ego, getting beat up and almost hospitalized by this son. Ruining his plans. He's in no shape to be doing anything in the bedroom for a while. The doctor said to give it a week, after the number you did on him in the jewels. That was uncalled for, baby. You don't do that to your father."

I spread my legs, so she could settle down between them, and my hand was inside her shirt, playing with her bare breast. "I know. Didn't mean to go there, but it was getting ugly. He tried to do the same to me, and the shot to the knee had me believing he was really out to hurt me. I kind of lost it."

Aunt Marie's hand was rubbing my crotch, while she kissed my neck. "No kidding. You two had us scared to death. I never would have believed it possible. You and your father."

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"Me neither, to be honest. I never expected him to hit me like that." She peeked over my shoulder. "Check out Alice."

I looked over, and Mom was cuddling up to Colin. His hand was stroking up and down her thigh, right up to the edge of her shorts, but no further.

"I don't know how she does it. She's got him behaving, when he doesn't heed a thing I say." She sounded frustrated.

"Don't ask me. Doesn't make much sense. Mom's pretty submissive, once she gets worked up."

"Alice?"

"Hell yeah. That's part of our problem. She can't say no to me or Dad. So when there's a conflict between me and him, it messes her all up," I explained.

"Really? That doesn't seem like her at all."

"Wanna see? Watch this." I turned toward the couch. "Mom. I need you over here. Now."

Mom looked over at me, gave Colin a quick kiss on the cheek, and pushed his hand away. She got up and walked over. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked nervously.

"Take off your bra, Mom," I said firmly, giving Aunt Marie a little squeeze to pay attention.

"But Jeremy..."

"Now, Mom. Take it off."

Mom turned her back to the couch, reached inside her shirt, and a few seconds later her bra was off. I reached my hand out, and she gave me her bra.

"I need a kiss, Mom," I said. "I already miss you."

She smiled and leaned over, kissing me firmly. After a few seconds she pulled away. "I'm right over there, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't let him in your pants."

She nodded. "Of course not. That's what we're trying to teach him, right?"

"Just so you understand. We're going to have rules with Colin. You stay out of his pants, and he stays out of yours."

"These... these rules are just for Colin, right?" she said softly, glancing over at her sister.

"Those are Colin rules. I'm not going to give you any rules about Dad. He's your husband. It goes without saying, nothing happens with anybody outside of the family."

Her head bobbed up and down rapidly. "Of course! I'd never do anything like that!"

"Good. Go back to Colin now. I'll give you 10 minutes. See if you can get him in line."

Mom grinned. "That's not a problem. He'll do as he's told." She leaned down a gave me a quick kiss. "I'll be good."

"I know, Mom. I just had to make sure we agreed on what 'good' is. I love you."

She gave me a huge smile. "Don't you be bad, either," she said, nodding at her sister.

"Don't worry. We'll talk later, you and I, about Marie rules, Ok?"

She nodded as she turned to go back to her nephew. I checked the time on the cable box, to start her 10 minutes.

Aunt Marie was chuckling. "Damn. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself."

"Can you face me, Aunt Marie?" I asked.

She turned in my lap, slipping her knees down beside my thighs. I pulled her close. "She's my Mom, and she makes the rules around the house. I accept that. But once we start getting intimate, she just gives over all control."

"You figured that out all on your own?" Marie asked, as I pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts. She didn't stop me.

"Nope. Dad filled me in. As soon as he told me, her behavior all made sense."

"So what's your plan now, Jeremy?"

"No plan. I'm done with plans. They all seem to blow up in my face. I'm going with the flow."

I leaned down and sucked on her nipple. God, she had incredible tits.

"What's the flow telling you?" she asked, grinding her crotch against my hard-on.

"That you have the most incredible tits, and I'd be a fool to ignore them. For the next 10 minutes, you and I have a little catching up to do."

"And after that?" she asked.

"After that, I don't know. But I'm not letting anybody, Mom or otherwise, tell me what I can or can't do with you. Only you can make that call."

"Really?" she asked. "Won't that cause trouble?"

"I don't know. I'm not going to worry about it. You and Mom can work out your own issues. I'm done interfering. If Mom has heartburn over anything I do with you, that's between me and her. I guess the only real wildcard is Penny, but for the moment she's not speaking to me."

I pulled Marie down for a long kiss, my hands slipping into her shorts, squeezing her ass. When she pulled away, I went back to her breast, licking and sucking.

"I don't want to mess things up between you and your girl," Aunt Marie said softly.

"You're mine, Aunt Marie. I'm not letting anybody else interfere with that again."

"What about your father?"

"I'm willing to share."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"He's my Dad, Marie. I know how you feel about him. Just like I know how he feels about you."

She nibbled on my ear. "What does he feel about me?"

"He wants you. Of course. The only reason he never did anything was Mom. Once she gives her Ok, you're going to be beating him off with a stick."

She giggled. "I'm sure we can think of something much better than beating him off. You have a plan to get Alice to give her approval?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm out of that business. That's up to you two to workout. I hope she figures out that when she's in my bed, it's not fair that Dad be alone."

"Is she gonna be in your bed?"

"A lot."

"And me?"

"Of course. I'm dying to fuck you. You were wrong about me not wanting you the other day when I had you in my bed. Yes, I was still up to my games, and while you were napping, I dropped two loads in Mom. That's why I wasn't instantly hard for you." I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock. "Do you doubt I want you now?"

"That's for me? Not your Mom?"

"Jesus, Marie! Isn't it obvious? You must know you've always been my fantasy. If Mom and I didn't have a lot of issues to resolve, I'd have you in my bed right now. But you have Colin to deal with, and I've got to make Mom understand how things are now. But after tonight, I'm done holding back. You need to prepare your son for that."

That seemed to make her nervous. I saw her looking over at the couch again. "What am I supposed to tell him?"

"I don't know. Whatever you want. I'm not going to dictate the relationship between you and Colin. That's up to you."

"I can't leave him in our house alone. What do I say when I want to spend the night with you? Will you come to me?"

"We have two guest rooms. I think you should take one, and him the other. I figure you're not going to be sleeping alone anymore. You need to be here with us."

She pulled away a bit. "That's a big step, Jeremy. What if your father has issues?"

I grinned. "The way I see it, you and Mom can work that out. You two need to work together."

"But we're just starting to resolve our own issues."

I pulled her down for another kiss. "It was just an idea. I probably shouldn't even have suggested it. Everything I plan blows up. Forget I even mentioned it."

"I... let me think about it, Ok? It sounds great, but I don't know..."

It had been 10 minutes. I pulled down her shirt, and patted her bottom. "Time for you to see if your boy's learned his lessons. He's yours the rest of the night." I turned to the couch, while Aunt Marie climbed off my lap. "Ten minutes, Mom. Break it up over there. I need you."

Colin pulled his hand out of her shirt, grinning. Mom gave him a quick peck, and hustled over to me. I stood and took her in my arms. "How'd it go?"

She giggled. "He's a pussycat. No problems at all. Marie's going to have to deal with his issue below the waist. That's what mother's are for, right, baby?"

I gave her a quick kiss, and took her hand in mine. "Exactly. Come on, let's go to bed."

She was only momentarily reluctant. I gave her hand a little tug, and she followed me up the stairs.

We had a lot of catching up to do.

Thanks for reading, and sorry for taking so long. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I promise, the next one is more loving and less fighting. Final resolutions and reconciliations coming

Two Moms, Two Laps: Taking Charge - Incest/Taboo

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Lap Moms 9: Two Moms, Two Laps: Taking Charge

by Tx Tall Tales

There's a new Sheriff in town.

Healing time, and some changes.

Mom hesitated at the entrance to my room. "Are you sure about this, Jeremy?"

"Absolutely. You're not going to spend another night in the guest room, as long as I'm around. Either you're in Dad's bed or you're in mine. If he doesn't want you in with him, I sure as hell do."

"What if..."

"'What if' nothing, Mom. He sent you to me, remember? You're mine until he asks for you back." And even then, we'll see.

"He was angry. He didn't mean it."

"Enough, Mom. He was going to fuck Aunt Marie, while you were relegated to the guest room. I'm not going to let that happen. It's gone too far. Come to bed."

She let me draw her into the room, closing the door behind us. I started undressing her, but she pulled away.

"Mom..."

"I want to clean up before bed, baby. Please? I'll feel better."

"Alright. Five minutes. I'm going to do the same."

She nodded. "I'm going to check on your father. I'll be back in a few minutes."

With my allotted five minutes, I shaved, and brushed my teeth. Back in my bedroom, I took a couple of pain pills, and started removing the braces. I realized my arm hadn't been hurting me hardly at all, although my leg was still sore. It was closer to ten minutes, and I was about to get up and go looking for her, when Mom opened the door, closing it quietly behind her. I started to get up, but she shook her head. "You just relax. It's been a long day."

She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off. She was naked underneath it, and moments later was climbing into my bed. It took me only a few seconds to catch up to her, shedding my shorts and boxers.

I slipped under the covers with her, killing the bedside lamp. She came to me, easing into my arms, and her lips sought out mine. The kiss promised untold pleasures.

"What's our rules, Jeremy?" she asked softly.

I pulled her closer, my hand sliding down her back, cupping her butt-cheek. "No more rules. You're mine, Mom. For the next couple of weeks, until I head to school. When you're in this bedroom, you are 100% mine. All of you."

"What about your father?"

"You can go to his bed anytime you want. When you do, Aunt Marie will stay with me."

"She'll sleep with you?" I heard a little resistance in her voice.

"Only when you don't. You get to make that decision."

"But you know I need to spend time with your father. I can't leave him alone every night until you leave."

"Then don't leave him alone."

"But I want to be with you, baby. I need to be. We have so little time left!"

"It's not either/or, Mom. You can be with me, and he doesn't have to be alone."

I felt her stiffen up, and I gave her a squeeze, bringing my lips to hers. When I pulled away a couple of minutes later, she had relaxed again. "I love you, Mom."

She squeezed me. "I love you too, baby. I don't know if I can do it. You're talking about sending Marie to him, aren't you?"

"It's up to you, isn't it? For the next week, he's not supposed to be doing anything, anyway. There's no rush."

"Aren't I enough for you, Jeremy? Why would you turn to her?"

"I love her, Mom. You know that. Almost as much as I love you. If I can't have you, I'm going to have her."

"What if I don't want that? What if I say no?"

"Then you can go to the guest room, and send Marie in here."

"You... you'd throw me away for her?"

"Never. I told you, as long as you're in my bedroom, I'm yours and you're mine. When you leave me, I'll have Aunt Marie."

"But Jeremy..." she started to whine.

"Enough Mom. For now, you're here, and you're mine. Let's forget about everything else for the moment. I need you to suck me now."

I gave her a little push for impetus, and she slid down my body. I sighed as I felt her mouth engulf me. "God, I've missed this," I told her.

She started calmly, sucking me gently, but after a minute or two, I felt her start in with her tricks. "Easy, Mom. We're in no hurry."

She ignored me, driving me crazy with her sweet mouth. I pushed the covers down, so I could watch her. She peered up at me, and smiled, stroking my cock, while she pulled her mouth away. "Marie's not going to do this for you," she smirked.

"Not half as well, that's for damned sure. You're the best, Mom. Incredible."

She grinned. "Don't you forget it either."

"Suck your son, Mom."

She was out to prove something, and gave it her all. I was helpless before that onslaught. I was a couple of inches down her throat, when I felt the impending finish. "Gonna come," I groaned.

She eased back, holding the head in her mouth, her tongue lashing me, while her hand stroked away. I moaned, and erupted between her lips. She sucked me dry, and kept at it until I was firm again. It only took a few minutes. It was Mom, after all.

"Ride me, Mom."

She didn't need any more encouraging. She straddled my hips, and lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as she did so. I groaned, pushing up into her. She put her hand on my stomach, holding me down. "Patience, Jeremy."

"God, you feel so good."

"And you're awfully big. Be patient with me, Ok?"

I nodded as she moved up and down my cock, taking more and more, until she was sitting all the way down, my cock buried inside of her. "Be careful with your leg, baby boy," she said.

"I love this," I told her.

She grinned. "I know. Me too."

She rode me upright for a few minutes, then laid down on top of me, lifting her hips and letting me pound up into her. "I can't believe how perfect it is with you."

She chuckled. "Better than your new girlfriend?"

"I love her to death, but it's a chore with her. I have to be so careful. I know it'll get better, but with you it's perfect. Like you were made for me."

She giggled, turning and kissing me. "You got it backwards, baby. You were made for me. By me, in me." She moved her hips up and down on my cock, meeting my strokes halfway. "A little harder, baby. You can make Mommy come like this."

I grabbed her ass, and held it, while I pounded up into her. I felt a twinge in my knee, and turned it sideways, letting my other leg do all the work. It was a bit of a strain, but Mom was worth it. I felt her breathing change, and her head dropped down tucking in between my neck and shoulder. "Fuck me, Jeremy," she gasped.

I gave her my all, hammering away at her, holding her ass, and driving her down against my cock with each stroke. "Yes - oh, yes - yes, yes, YES!" she cried out, and I felt her come for me, her pussy clamping down on my cock, her fingers digging into me.

I kept pounding her, dragging her orgasm out for as long as possible, until the strain was too much. I slowed down, then stopped, lowering her onto my cock. She rose up on her hands, her breasts bracketing my face, and started a slow steady motion, back and forth, riding my cock wonderfully. We were quiet as she took care of me. I had my hands on her perfect ass, swatting her bottom playfully.

"Relax, baby, let Mommy take care of you," she whispered huskily, her swaying motion hypnotizing, breasts swinging in front of me, while I slid in and out of her. I looked up into her gentle smile, and saw her action for what it was, comforting and loving.

I settled into the bed, adjusting my leg and arm for the least discomfort as Mom took care of me. As she always had.

"Mom, I..."

"Shhh, baby. Relax. No talking now, Ok? Let me love you."

No more words from me. The occasional moan maybe, a few sighs, as she gave me comfort.

"Can I come for you, Mom?"

She smiled, kissing my forehead. "I'd love you to come for me, Jeremy. But you shouldn't come in me. It's not safe. You can have my mouth or bottom, but for the next few days, it would be best to keep those little baby-makers out of the oven."

"You're not on the pill?"

"Why would I do that? Your father got snipped ages ago."

"But in the car..."

"Timing baby. I was about as safe as could be. Now's not the same. We have to be careful."

She changed her rhythm, lowering her body onto mine, and hammering her hips up and down on my cock. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, clinging to her, hugging her close, while I started reacting, thrusting into her.

"Let me do it, baby boy. Just warn me when you're close." she whispered into my ear, her actions lengthening, riding more of my shaft.

"I want to come in you, Mom," I told her, clasping her tighter. I wasn't about to let her go.

"Please, baby. Not now," she squirmed, tugging away. "Not like this. We need to talk about it."

"Now Mom. I need it. I need you."

I squeezed her tightly as she gave up control, ceasing all resistance. She whimpered softly as I felt the release. Her actions changed again, and she stopped fighting it, and joined me. She was pushing back against me, when I erupted, coming hard. She gasped, her pussy tightening, milking me sweetly. "Fill me, Jeremy. Fill me up, my lovely boy."

My cock pulsed its seed home. Mom settled down onto me, kissing my face carefully, avoiding my injuries, brushing my hair aside. "I love you, Jeremy," she whispered.

"God, I love you so much, Mom."

She smiled. "I know. You've proven that much, haven't you?"

I released her, sliding my hand down her back, caressing her perfect ass cheeks. Kissing her neck, her shoulder. She snuggled against me for a couple of minutes, then climbed out of my bed. She retreated to the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she cleaned me, finishing with her warm mouth, sucking gently for a short while.

She was only playing, teasing. She looked up at me. "Jeremy. That was very irresponsible of us, you understand? What if something happened? What if...?"

"I love you, Mom. More than anything. I need you to be mine, in every way."

Of course I knew what she was talking about. And I did feel a little guilty. The idea of my mother being so much more, my woman, my wife, the mother of my children, was breathtaking. But I was going off to college. Leaving her behind. Now wasn't the time.

"But you're right. That was irresponsible of me. I can't help it. You know what you do to me. I'll try to be more careful in the future."

Before she had me ready to go again, she grabbed the sheets, pulling them over us as she laid down beside me, hugging me. "No more for tonight, alright? You need your rest."

I hummed my assent, hugging her close. She got comfortable, leaning against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

There may be something better. I don't know. I'm only 18 years old, and have a lot of living ahead of me. But lying there, holding her, falling asleep with my naked mother in my arms was about as wonderful as it gets. Smelling her, feeling her, the warmth, the love emanating from her. I was able to relax totally, basking in the emotion, the sensation, the unmitigated selfless love. A mother's love.

I woke slowly, spooning her body. I slid my hand up from her waist, cupping her breast. Her huge breast. I played with it for a moment, until it hit me. "Morning, Aunt Marie," I said softly.

I felt her chuckle. "Good Morning, Jeremy. Sleep well?" She turned in my arms facing me.

"Wonderfully. You?"

She grinned. "Pretty good. Colin's learning to behave himself, mostly."

"It must be damned hard, with you in his bed."

Another giggle. "Very hard. I took care of it of course. Twice. What good mother wouldn't?"

"So you and him..."

"Handjob. I don't want to steal his youth. His first time should be with someone his own age. Let them learn together. Not that he won't get a little coaching on the way."

"You and Mom are pretty amazing coaches. Lucky Colin."

She pressed her lips to my shoulder, kissing me softly. "You're not doing so bad yourself, are you?"

"I'm not complaining."

She rose up a little, and brought her lips to mine. Briefly. "We gotta do something about that breath," she teased, kissing my jaw line.

"I just need a few minutes."

She hugged me, giving me a little shake. "Not now. I'm officially on wake-up duty. You're the last one still in bed. Even your father's up."

I pouted, trying to hang onto her, as she wriggled out of my arms, giving me a little push. "Up, Jeremy. The day's a-wasting."

As I sat up, I saw she had panties on. She grabbed her shirt, and pulled it over her head, hiding away the eye-candy. She caught me staring, and laughed. "C'mon, sugar. Up and dressed, you can shower after breakfast. It'll be ready any minute. Don't get me in trouble."

She tossed me my shorts, and selected a shirt for me from the closet. As I got dressed, she helped with the knee brace. When she passed me the elbow brace, I told her I didn't think I needed it.

"We're not taking any chances. Give it a few more days," she insisted.

When we got downstairs, Dad was holding court with Colin, while my cousin filled him in on his date. I felt a pang of jealousy, only for a moment. I hoped that the fight with my father wouldn't change us that much. Aunt Marie guided me to the table, and went to help Mom serve up breakfast.

"Food's on," Mom called out, and Dad and Colin got up and joined us. Dad was still moving real slow. Not that I was moving a whole lot faster.

It was a big Sunday brunch. Eggs, bacon, hash-browns, toast, fruit. We started out eating quietly, no reference to the previous night's fiasco. Mom reached out and grabbed his hand. "Sorry I got so mad at dinner," she said.

Dad looked up at her, and squeezed her hand. "You're right. We do need to talk. Afterward?"

She nodded. "I think we need to re-carpet the bedroom."

Dad shook his head. "Big scrap piece in the garage attic. We should be able to cut out the worse and replace it. It's not that big a task. It'll give me something to do."

Aunt Marie had an issue with that. "You can direct. The boys can handle the work."

There was a new atmosphere around the table. I could sense it. I wondered if everyone else could. Dad and I still sat at the opposite ends of the table, but Marie was sitting near me, with Colin between her and Dad. Mom was careful to stay in the middle, but watched over me, making sure I had whatever I needed. I felt a subtle change. I liked it.

Dad seemed oblivious, but I wonder how much of that was his drugs. He still looked to be half-out of it.

"Penny?" Aunt Marie asked me.

I shrugged. "Don't know what she was so pissed about. I went over and tried to talk to her but she wouldn't see me."

"Give her a little time," Mom said.

"I'll try again later, but I'm not going to be the one always crawling back to her. I don't know what this game is, but I don't think I like it."

I thought Dad was going to interject something, but he bit his tongue and kept eating.

"What do we need for the carpet, Dad?" I asked.

"I'll make a list. You can Colin can pick up what's needed."

I thought about that. I had a feeling it was a way to get me out from underfoot, while he and Mom talked. That was fine by me. Wasn't going to change anything as far as I was concerned.

Things were surprisingly normal afterward. Colin and I did the work, and Dad supervised. Aunt Marie and Mom took turns checking in on us, and bringing us drinks. I wondered if they weren't afraid that Dad and I might blowup at each other, but they needn't have. It was almost like old times.

Colin may well have been part of it. I don't think I'd ever seen him in a better mood, and Dad was in full-on guidance mode. "You need to call her later. Don't make a big deal about it. Just a simple, hey, how's it going, and an offer to get together again. Women need reassurance. They're always talking about the fragile male ego, but it's not like theirs isn't made of sugar crystal, ready to crumble at the smallest perceived slight."

Colin was all ears, hanging on Dad's every word. I was reminded of myself a couple of years earlier. Back when I believed Dad knew everything. That he was the smartest guy in the world. Before I knew better.

Maybe he didn't know everything. Perhaps I pushed him too high up on his pedestal. He still had been the best Dad I could have hoped for.

I grinned. "Listen to him, Colin. You think I could have landed someone like Penny on my own? Dad's forgotten more about women than we're like to learn in the next 20 years."

"Can't say I know everything. Not by a long shot, but whatever knowledge I do have is yours. You only have to ask." He was looking at Colin, but I felt the words were directed at me equally.

The carpet looked good. You could hardly tell what we'd done, unless you were looking for it.

Mom and Aunt Alice joined us for an inspection. With their approval, I gathered up the tools to put them away. Colin helped Dad down the stairs. He was walking slow and funny, and I still felt a little bad about the whipping I'd given him. Mom got out the vacuum, and Aunt Marie gathered up the remaining carpet remnant and followed me to the garage. She volunteered to take the carpet pieces into the attic, since my leg brace made it difficult.

She was wearing shorts, baggy legged, and I got a hell of a view coming and going. Aunt Marie was a little nervous and I assured her I'd hold the ladder steady. Which meant I was looking straight up her shorts as she came back down. On about the third step, she lowered herself right onto my face.

"Jeremy!" she squealed.

I was playing with her, wiggling my nose between her cheeks. She started giggling, sticking her butt out. "You are so bad," she snickered.

I reached up and pulled her shorts and panties to the side, sticking my face back where it didn't belong.

"Jeremy!" she hissed. "Everyone's here! Just inside the door!"

"You drive me crazy, Aunt Marie. I want you so bad."

She pushed me away, blushing, and quickly dropped down a couple of steps. I turned her pinning her to the ladder, playing with her breasts.

"What has gotten into you?" she laughed.

"It's more what's not gotten into you. I'm sorry I played those stupid games with you and Mom, trying to bring everyone together. I was an idiot. I should have made love to you every chance I got. You were my childhood fantasy, my favorite person in the whole world, and I screwed things up."

I saw her smile, and she hugged me. "Am I really your favorite?"

"Don't be silly. You knew it. Everyone did. It was kind of obvious. My friend, my mentor. You always treated me like an adult. I loved that."

"What about your Dad? You guys always had a special relationship. I felt so guilty that none of my husbands ever developed that with Colin."

"We did. Maybe still do. But it was a father/son relationship. A great one, but different. He guided me, mentored me, encouraged me, set an example. You spoiled me, pampered me, gave me a shoulder to cry on, and a sympathetic ear. Not to mention starring in my fantasies for the last 5 years."

She slipped down to the last step, her face before mine. I kissed her, and she returned it with passion. "I understand. Your Mom and I both do. What you did was screwy, but we both recognize why you did it, and that means a lot to us. In the end, I think it's mostly worked. Alice and I are the closest we've been since, well, since forever. We owe it to you, and your silly machinations."

"Machinations?" I teased

"What? You think only you and your father are entitled to a vocabulary?"

I kissed her again, pressing against her body, toying with her tits. "What's going on, Jeremy? Where do you see this going?"

"I don't know. I'm not making any big plans anymore. I love you, and I want you. I want to spend the night with you."

"And your mother? Penny?"

"Does it have to include everybody? Do I have to choose? I've always loved you and Mom, does that have to change?"

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"Honey, sex is different. You can feel love for our family, but you don't get to screw everyone you meet."

"I told Mom that if she wasn't in my bed, you would be."

She gave me a piercing look. "I get no say in the matter?"

"I told her last night. I'm telling you now. One or the other. I love both of you. Whoever I'm not with can be with Dad."

She shook her head. "Jeremy, Jeremy. Really? Your father gets your castoffs?"

I nibbled her neck. "Don't be ridiculous. Like either of you are castoffs. The sexiest, most beautiful women I know. I want both of you. That's what I really want. But Mom is Dad's wife, and I know how you've felt about him forever. I'm willing to share. With Dad. Nobody else."

"And my boy?" Aunt Marie asked, giving me a hard look.

"You said it. You want his first time to be with someone his age. I think it's cool that you two are teaching him. You know he doesn't have the same level of feelings that I have for you two."

"What about Penny?" Aunt Marie asked.

"I don't know. Jesus, Marie! It's so confusing, and if I try to make things work, it just goes to hell. I don't know. I want you. I want Mom. That's what I want. I think Penny is great, and love being with her, but it's not the same as with you and Mom. Can I be any clearer?"

"Honey, I'm not sure you know what you want. You're 18. You're going off to college. Things are going to change."

"No. I'm not going to love you or Mom any less. I'm starting to regret going away to college. Big time, when I could be here with you two."

"And Penny," she reminded me.

"Maybe. She's pissed at me again. I'm getting tired of it. I don't even know what I did wrong."

"A girl wants her man to stick up for her."

"Right. Last time I stuck up for her, she got mad. This time I don't, she gets mad. I can't win for losing."

Aunt Marie pulled me in for a hug. "We'll happen, Honey. I promise. For now, the most important thing is your parents. Their marriage is on shakier ground than ever. We've got to see them over this. That comes first, don't you think?"

"Sure, but I don't know how."

"That's for you and your father to work out," she said.

"I thought you and Mom said you were going to work it out?"

"We're trying, but it's slow going. You bangin' the hell out of your Mom last night didn't help. Alice is very vocal, you shouldn't have her screamin' like that with your father right down the hall. That's not right."

"He didn't want her. He sent her away. Told me to take her."

"He was angry and hurt. You know that. Don't be a jerk, Jeremy."

"No. If he doesn't want her, I do. If he sends her out of his bedroom, she's going to sleep with me."

"Talk to him, Jeremy. You two were always so close. Just talk to him and be honest."

I sighed. "Alright. I'll try. But if it blows up, don't blame me."

The conversation I knew I needed to have with Penny would have to wait. Aunt Marie was probably right. She usually was. Smarter than me about these things. I was willing to give it a try.

I got our mini-cooler, and put a six-pack in it. Opened the porch umbrella, and setup the beers. I went inside and hunted down Dad. He was parked in front of that damned TV again, watching some weird show about fishing. Golf? Fishing? I was getting worried.

"Dad, can you and I talk, man-to-man?"

He turned. "Always."

I held out my hand to help him out of the chair, he was moving worse than me. He gripped my hand and I pulled firmly, standing him up. I nodded outside, and he followed. At the table, I waited for him to get seated, and passed him a beer. He saw the six-pack and smiled. "Six beer talk? Must be pretty damned serious."

"I think it is."

"I don't suppose it would have anything to do with the dogs barking in the night?"

I guess he meant Mom. "Everything's a mess, isn't it? And I started it all. I'm sorry, and I want to work things out."

"Bangin' your mother is workin' things out?" he snapped.

"God Damn it! Stop, already!" I yelled. "No more fighting! We need to fix things, not keep pouring fuel on the fire. Jesus, I love you, but you're one stubborn old fool!"

"Don't sugar-coat it, Jeremy. You're taking her from me."

"You know, Dad, I thought you knew everything. Everything. But some areas, you're blind as a bat. I could never take her. How the fuck can you even say that? She loves you."

"She sure knows how to show it."

I sighed, taking a long drink from the beer. "This is going nowhere. Let's start over from the basics, Ok?"

He stared at me a while, took a sip and put his beer down. "Fine. What are the basics?"

"I think it's pretty simple. Mom loves you. You're angry at her, and she screwed up, hiding things from you. But you love her, and she loves you. Tell me if that isn't true."

"Just because I love her doesn't mean..."

"Basics Dad. You love each other. It's obvious. Next, I love you and Mom. Differently, I admit," I tried to make light of it, grinning.

"Thank God for that," he smirked.

"Did you hear me Dad? I love you. God, you... you're the best father a son could have. I hate changing that, hurting you like I did. Not the fight, that was just stupid. I broke your trust, and I hate that. Please, forgive me for messin' with Mom, and not telling you immediately after it happened. Please."

He stared at me, but I saw the glisten in his eye, matching mine.

I got up and knelt beside his chair. I hugged him. "I'm a fucking lousy son, I know it. I'm sorry."

I felt his arm slowly go around my shoulders. "No, you're not. You love your mother. You stuck up for her. You took her in when I threw her out. I get it."

"How do we fix it, Dad? How?" I pulled away, and sat back in my chair. I wiped my eyes, and downed the rest of the first beer.

I barely heard his reply. "I don't know, son."

I popped two more beers. "Do you hate me now?" I asked.

"Don't be stupid. It doesn't befit you. You're my son. My only child. You're part of me. I could never hate you. I may get pissed at you, or be disappointed. I may even feel like kicking your ass, although that's becoming more troublesome. But I couldn't hate you. You... you know that. You're my son."

I nodded. "You and Mom love each other. You and I, you know how I feel. Mom and me..."

"Yeah, what about you and her?"

"We love each other. More than a mother and son should. My fault. I accept all the blame. But it happened and it is what it is. I love her more than anyone."

"Don't you understand that's wrong?" he said.

"Yeah. Doesn't change things a bit. I love her and she loves me, second only to you, and a close second at that. There's a difference of course. She's in love with you. She loves me largely because you and I are so much alike, and I'm her son."

"This doesn't seem so basic," he said.

I ignored his comment, moving on. "Finally, Aunt Marie loves you, and always has. I love her and she loves me. The only real question is how do you feel about her?"

Dad looked embarrassed. "Honesty, Dad. What about Aunt Marie?"

"She's a beautiful woman. A beautiful person, but I'm married to your mother..."

"No, forget that for the moment. Do you love her at all?"

"As family. I... I guess that after your mother and you, she would be the closest."

"Can we make this work out for us? You and me? Mom and Aunt Marie?"

"What are you saying?"

"You know exactly what I'm saying. You get both of them. Whoever you're not with, is with me."

"Do you even hear what you're saying? Me and Marie? Your mother would have a heart-attack. Hell, isn't that what our damn fight was about?"

"No, it wasn't about that. It was about the way you did it. Throwing Mom out, and bringing Aunt Marie home to rub her face in it. No more of that, Ok? Nothing out of spite. Everything out of love."

"Listen Jeremy..."

"God, Dad, can't you just admit it? You'd love to do Aunt Marie. Get those big breasts of hers. Be the first in her cherry ass. She'd faun all over you. You'd get the two hottest fucking women in the state. Just admit that you want her."

"It's not that simple," he continued to argue.

"Fine. You don't want to listen. You want to keep arguing. Here's how it goes. If Mom's not in your bed, she's going to be in mine, with all that entails. If Aunt Marie's not in your bed, she's going to be in mine. You can have either one. All you have to do is ask. Otherwise they're mine."

"She's my wife, damn it!" Dad growled.

"Yes she is. You threw her out of your room. I'm not saying you didn't have some cause. But you can't hold it over her forever. Take her back to your room, and she's yours. Not mine."

"And you'll leave her alone?"

"No. I love her. I'll be showing her a lot of attention, and will be willing to go back to our old rules. I won't fuck her, as long as she's in your bed."

"Mighty white of you, offering not to fuck my wife," he said sarcastically.

I nodded. "I think so. At the same time, I'm going to give you the same rules with Aunt Marie. No fucking her, front or back, as long as she's in my bed. You want her, all you have to do is ask, and I'll send her to your bed. With Mom's full approval."

"You don't know that."

"I do. I told her last night. I told Aunt Marie today. They're ours. Actually, for the moment they're mine," I said grinning. "But I'm willing to share with you. Even give you top billing. You make the choices."

"So I'm supposed to roll over and be thankful that I get my wife back?"

"No, Dad. We try to make things work. That's all. They both love you. They're finally willing to share you-"

"Your mother actually said that? She's fine with me being with Marie?"

"Yes. Any time you want. Say the word, and I'll have her on her knees in front of you, with Mom teaching her the basics." I smiled. "She's really not that good."

"But if she'd do it topless..."

I chuckled. "Yeah that would make up for a lot."

"What are you going to do about Penny?"

"I'm not sure. I think the real question is, what are you going to do with those two, when you don't have me to help you take care of them in a couple of weeks?"

I saw the first real smile. "Hell of a problem, don't you think?"

"Take a better man than I am, to work that one out."

Dad took his third beer, cracked it, and passed it to me. "This is insane, you know?"

"Fuck if I know. What I do know, is that week of sharing Mom with you was the best of my life. You teaching me how to take care of her, what she needs, what she likes, that was the best ever."

He smirked. "I bet." He took a sip. "I... I'm sorry I blew up at you guys. You're right. It was good. Some of the best sex of my life, too. Knowing the truth, when I already suspected, shouldn't have hit me like that."

"Nobody blames you. I screwed up a lot, with my games, trying to bring them back together, make everything work out."

"Like now?"

"No. No more games. I'm just laying it out there. With everyone." I leaned over. "I want to double them with you. Both of them."

"You are a sick little mother, aren't you?" he chuckled.

"I can't help it. When Mom's riding you, I want to walk up to her, stick my cock in her face, and make her suck me. When she's done, I just leave and let you keep fucking her brains out. I've fantasized about that since the first time you told me I could have her mouth."

"And your Aunt?"

"She's riding me cowgirl. You walk right in, swat her ass and tell her to get ready. I hold her to my chest, while you take her ass. We ride her ragged, taking turns, seeing how many ways she can handle two big cocks."

"You think she'd go for that?"

"She fantasizes about it. Want me to go get her? She'll tell you yourself."

He was half done with his beer, sitting back. "You're serious about all this?"

"For the next couple of weeks. Then they're both your problem."

"So if I said I wanted Marie tonight..."

"I'd say you were getting ahead of yourself. The doctor said you should give the old python a couple of days rest."

"Right. Thanks a hell of a lot for that. Asshole."

"You threw the first punch," I reminded him. "You still have to teach me that one."

He nodded. "Still. Even if we didn't do that, I could have her naked in my bed tonight?"

"She'd smother you in affection and those bodacious tits of hers."

"And your mother would be Ok with it?"

"Yes. She'd be with me," I explained. "Although I think it would be good at some point for us to keep the sisters together. With you. Let Mom deal with it better."

"You think that would help? You're stupider than you look."

I laughed. "I look like you, Dad. Just a little prettier now."

"Seriously. Both of them?"

"Here's my idea..."

I still had to deal with Penny. Dad was perched in front of his TV, but we was back to watching the NFL channel, thank God. The sisters were doting on him, and he wasn't taking it lying down, teasing them back, getting a little grab-ass in. I got a few curious looks from Mom and Aunt Marie, but I just smiled. I received my fair share of attention.

I called Penny's cell, but she didn't pick up. I tried her house, but she was out. Her mother said she and her father had gone to pick up her new car. They were supposed to be back any minute, so I headed over.

Colleen let me in, fixed me up with an iced-tea, and clucked over my condition. I forgot I still looked pretty sorry, and tried to brush it off, but she's a pushy one. She plopped herself in my lap, and had to check things out herself, kissing my boo-boos.

"Penny tells me things are different around here."

Colleen blushed. "In a big way. In a good way."

I gave her a peck. "I'm so happy for you. I take it you're happy?"

"Ecstatic. I know it's probably temporary. Nobody can keep up what we're doing forever, but it... it's amazing Jeremy. I guess we owe it all to you and the ornery daughter of mine, and your little video gifts." She grinned, leaning against me while I held her. "Not just the sex. That's great right now, but it's everything else. The renewed intimacy, the talking, discussing our future, our dreams again. He's... he's everything he was, when I first fell in love with him."

"I think that's pretty wonderful. He's a lucky man."

"Not near as lucky as me," she said softly.

"Has Penny talked to you? She ran out of the house the other night, pissed off. I didn't even know why."

"No, she's not talking. She probably just needed to blow off some steam. She'll probably be in a much better mood when she returns."

"She said she might be getting blowjob lessons from you. Any chance of that?"

Colleen laughed. "Oh she did, did she? And who does she think she's supposed to learn on?"

"Don't ask me, I'm just wondering."

"No, no BJ lessons yet. Something could probably be worked out. I don't know if we could do what y'all did."

"Us?"

"Yeah. She told me. Your mother giving her lessons, using you and your father for practice. That was a bit of a stunner."

"That's a secret..."

"Of course. We have our own secrets, don't we?"

I nodded.

"I can keep them, if you can. Maybe we'll have to have you over for dinner... and a movie?" she teased. "I'm sure that would be conducive to lessons. Although I'm not sure if she should be practicing on her father. That's a little over the top. Hell, that's a lot over the top."

"Yeah, I suspect so. I doubt he'd complain."

She laughed again. "I doubt that very much." She sat up, gave me a peck on the cheek, and slipped off my lap. "I think they're here."

She had good ears, and I heard the rumble outside. I stood to face the music, and her father walked in. Alone.

"Where's Penny?" Colleen asked.

Joe smiled. "Heading over to his house, to show off her wheels, I imagine."

I opened my cell, and dialed her. No answer. Crap. "She's not answering."

Joe frowned. "She turned off her ringer while we were doing our negotiating. I bet she forgot to turn it back on."

I sighed, and gave Colleen a kiss on the cheek. "I'm gonna go get her. Thanks for seeing me."

Penny's father shook my hand on the way out the door. "She's my baby. Try not to hurt her."

"Never, if I can help it. Although I seem to be pretty clueless half the time. I never mean it, I swear. She's pretty wonderful."

He grinned. "I know. Hard to figure 'em out."

I headed back up the street, and was nearly home when a Mini-cooper convertible blew past me, a certain gorgeous young blonde at the wheel. She did a U-turn half way up the block and drove up beside me. "Hey handsome," she called out from the car, pushing her shades up to her forehead.

"Hey lady. Nice wheels."

"You like?"

"Fits you."

She grinned. "I know, right? I owe it all to you. You and a certain movie. The old man is putty in my hands."

I walked over to the car, looking in. "He was putty to begin with. You girls and your Daddies."

She grinned. "Go for a ride?"

I climbed in. "I'm sorry about last night. I'm not 100% sure what about, but I am sorry."

She laughed. "That's Ok. I was pissed at your old man, more than you. I wanted you to stick up for me, but I understand it's awkward. Like taking sides within the family. If I want to be part of the family, I need to stick up for myself."

We drove around a bit, and I have to admit, it was a cute car. Little tight fitting, but as long as there was no one behind me, it was alright. We finally ended up back at our place. "Coming in?"

"Not tonight. Tomorrow, Ok? Tonight I've got to do my best appreciative daughter, plus I told Emma I'd stop by. Rain check?"

I leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Soon? I think I'm going into withdrawal."

She laughed, and gave me long deep kiss. "Soon."

I could smell dinner. Someone was cooking steaks. "I'm home," I called out.

Mom poked her head out. "Penny with you?"

"Not tonight. Needs to show off her car tonight, and do some serious sucking up at home."

"Her car?"

"Her Dad bought her a new mini."

Mom smiled. "You two Ok?"

"Like nothing ever happened. How's things around here?"

"Your father insisted on grilling. Marie's helping him." She looked a little surprised when I moved in for a hug and a kiss. "You and your father both. What's gotten into you two?"

"We had a talk. A good one."

She looked at me suspiciously, "How good?"

"You'll see."

"Jeremy..."

"Patience Mom. Where's Colin?"

"Out. I don't know what's gotten into him either. He's meeting Kelly and some friends. Told his mother not to wait up."

"Good for him." I pulled her in and kissed her.

"Jeremy! What if your father sees us? I don't want to be causing trouble."

"No more trouble Mom. We love you. No more fighting, Ok?"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"After dinner. Still a few things to work out. One thing though," I said.

"What?"

"Aunt Marie. What I said last night. She's your backup, wherever you're not, she'll be."

"What a horrible way to put it! My backup. What's that supposed to mean?"

I gave her a squeeze and a pat on the rear. "Go with the flow Mom. Just know that Dad and I both love you more than anyone else in the world. We do, but for the moment, Aunt Marie's going to help bridge our recent issues."

"Jeremy..."

"Something's boiling over," I said, gesturing at the stove, and hurried off to see what the other two were up to when she turned away.

Dad was sitting by the grill, watching, his little spray bottle at hand. Aunt Marie was across from him. It sounded like they were talking about Colin. I leaned over her, gave her a kiss on the neck, reached down and gave her tits a squeeze."

"Jeremy!"

"Damn she has nice tits, don't you think, Dad?"

He grinned. "I think the word you used was bodacious."

"Arms up, Aunt Marie," I said, while tugging her shirt upward.

She lifted her hands but quickly brought her elbows in. "What are you doing?"

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"C'mon Aunt Marie. You've got the best tits in Texas. Give us a peek."

She was blushing. "Are you crazy?"

I moved in front of her, leaned down and kissed her lips. "Hardly. What's wrong? You don't want Dad to see your tits? I know you can't be afraid to show 'em to me."

"Out here? What if Alice were to walk out?"

Dad laughed. "Then I guess we'll have to get her to drop her drawers. Then we'll have the best tits and best ass in Texas on display."

Aunt Marie grinned. "I thought you didn't care that much about tits, Harold."

"Are you kidding? I love a nice pair, and yours are more than nice."

"But you said..."

"I lied. Yes, I am an ass man, and your sister has the sweetest derriere I've ever seen. Doesn't mean I can't appreciate the rest."

"But... when we.. when I..."

"I love your sister. Did from the first. I had to say something, Marie. I couldn't resist the full court press much longer. You'll never know how hard it was to turn you away."

I tugged her shirt upward, and she lifted her arms, exposing her bra. Simple, heavy duty. She started blushing, "I... I would have worn something sexy for you."

Dad laughed. "You don't think that's sexy? Damn woman, get a grip."

She looked at me. "Is this supposed to be my wardrobe for the evening?"

"It's a start. Now go give Dad a kiss, and tell him you're sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"For making him wait this long."

She grinned, and sauntered over to Dad. "Sorry Harold. Forgive me?" She gave a little shimmy that almost had the earth shaking. She leaned forward and kissed him, not coming up for air for quite a while. I got up and grabbed her hips, tugging her away.

"Down girl. The man has a job to do. We don't want burned steaks. Go get pretty for us."

She turned and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me hard. "Love me?" she asked.

"You know it, fantasy girl. Now go on," I swatted her butt, leaving her giggling as she sauntered off, waving her shirt.

Dad watched her go. "You're serious about this? Marie and your Mom?"

"As a heart attack. Your choice. In the mean time, let's have some fun."

Dad passed me the tongs. "Check 'em."

I gave them the finger test, pressing down to see how much the meat 'gave'. "Looks good." I took each steak and moved them over the side burners, turning each a little to get the nice diamond shaped sear pattern, from the red hot grill. By the time I had turned and moved all of them, I was ready to pile them on the platter.

Dad shut down the grill, and followed me in. "Steaks are done," I announced.

Mom brought out our steak plates. Huge, hand turned, hardwood plates. No better way to cut into a steak than on one of those. Mom had made her cheesy mashed potatoes, one of my favorites. Dad grinned. "Looks like they're trying to get on your good side tonight. New York Strips and your favorite potatoes?"

Mom grinned. "And his favorite country rolls. I get to spoil both my men now and then, right?"

Dad nodded. "Absolutely. Is there anything for me?" he teased.

Mom leaned over and kissed him. "Sugar?"

"More."

She kissed him long and hard, and Dad turned and pulled her close. "I... I'm sorry about the other night," he said.

She grinned. "I know. Don't think twice about it. It's over. I love you Harold Davis. Always have, always will."

She waved her potato spoon under his nose. "But if you pick another fight with your son, there's going to be hell to pay! Got it?"

He grinned. "No more fights. I promise."

He got another quick kiss, and Mom went to fetch the corn on the cob. Aunt Marie showed up a few seconds later looking good enough to eat. She'd put on the thinnest shirt I've ever seen, tied it off halter style. Her tits stood out from her chest, her rosy areola clearly visible, her nipples tenting the material. She came over to me for a hug. "Better?"

"Much. Damn, how can one woman be so hot?"

She laughed. "It's not as easy as it looks. Plenty of exercise, eating right, and years of care. It's nice to see someone thinks it's paid off."

Mom walked in with the corn, set it on the table, and looked across the table at Aunt Marie. "Great. Now nobody's going to notice the meal I slaved over."

I stood took her in my arms. "Your turn."

"My turn what?" she asked.

I reached down and tugged her shorts to her knees, making her squeal, and slap at me. "Jeremy!"

I laughed. "Best tits and best ass in Texas, right Dad?"

He chuckled. "No doubt. It almost seems unfair. And all in one family, too."

I was still working at getting Mom's shorts to the floor, leaving her in her panties. Damn woman grabbed her spoon, and gave me a good whack around the shoulders.

"Ow Mom! That hurt!"

"I'll break this spoon over your head if you don't show a little respect!" she snapped.

I stood, and hugged her with one arm, while trying to get the spoon out of her hand. "Come on, Mom. It's just panties."

She glared at me. "You could have asked," she said.

"I'm sorry. Mom, can we see you in your panties? We love your ass. If you want, we could wait for you to put on your yoga pants. The white ones?"

She fought back a chuckle. "You are such a brat. My yoga pants?"

Dad spoke up. "Or the teal ones. You know the ones."

She turned and grinned. "Maybe. After dinner."

I let her go, and she stepped out of her shorts. "What am I going to do with you two?"

I grinned, and she blushed sweetly.

Best dinner in ages. Really. And not just the food. Everyone was in a good mood for once, laughing and joking, teasing each other. I asked Aunt Marie how she could even see what she was eating.

"Years of practice, Jeremy. Being 'endowed' is not as easy as it looks." She grinned, "But then I guess you and your father know that."

"Marie!" Mom laughed.

"You said so yourself, Alice."

A little while later something came to mind. "Teal yoga pants? I don't remember seeing any teal ones."

Mom turned bright red and Dad laughed. "No. She doesn't wear those out. She'd cause too many heart attacks."

"Harold..."

"You know it's true, Alice."

She was bright red, but grinning.

No dessert, and I cleared the table. "I got the dishes," I told them. "Mom, I think it's teal time."

"I don't know..."

"Alice, the yoga pants and the pink top," Dad said firmly.

"Not The pink top."

"Go on now. Jeremy's got the dishes."

It was good to hear Dad in top form. Aunt Marie brought the last of the dishes in and offered to help.

"I suspect Mom's pulling out all the stops. That shirt is awesome, but I think you can do better," I nodded toward her nondescript shorts.

She grinned. "Maybe."

"You gonna let your big sister show you up?" I teased.

She gave me a quick kiss. "You guys are going to be naughty, aren't you?"

"A little. Not brazen. We're not ready for that yet."

I got another quick peck. "Be right back, sweetie," she said with a wave.

"You need any help?" Dad called out to me, while I dealt with the cleanup.

"Naw, I got it. Some after dinner beverages might be nice, if you're up to it, old man."

"If I'm up to it," he growled. I saw him leverage himself up out of his chair.

Mom's always been good about doing the dishes as she goes, and the grill helped minimize the clean up. The wood plates are a pain, needing to be washed and dried by hand. By the time I was done, Mom was modeling for Dad.

"This what you wanted, Harold? You want to show me off?"

Damn. Her pants were so tight and thin, from in back she might was well have been naked. They hugged her ass like saran-wrap, and disappeared so far up her crack, it was as if they were painted on. She turned giving me a full view, and I hardened in my shorts. The front was equally as tight, showing the most pronounced cameltoe I'd ever seen. You could see the tuft of her hair, and even where she could use a touch up shave.

My eyes wandered upward to the t-shirt that almost covered her breasts. The half-tee stopped a little past her nipples, showing underboob from where I was standing. There were no sleeves, and the armholes were cut almost to the bottom of the shirt, exposing most of her breast to anyone standing at her side. The material was near as thin as the yoga pants, that faded worn look like it had been washed a thousand times.

"Wow."

Mom and Dad both laughed. "That's it?" teased Mom.

"Anything else would be superfluous."

She turned, showing me her butt. "You don't think it's a little much?"

I laughed, and walked over to her, taking her in my arms. "Outside of the house, it would be way, way too much. You would stop traffic. But here with just me and Dad? I think it's perfect."

I made a big deal out of looking her shirt over. "The shirt's pretty radical Mom. Where'd you get it?"

She laughed. "This old thing? I've had it longer than you've been alive. It was a normal shirt when your father got it for me in college. I, uh, modified it for him."

"Good job. You look incredible."

Marie came skipping down the stairs, and I almost lost it. She was wearing sheer boy-short panties, made mostly of lace. They didn't hide much of anything. If anything, her shirt was pulled tighter, and she'd pulled her hair back in the cutest pony-tail.

"Unfair, Marie! I didn't get to do up my hair or makeup!" Mom whined.

"Yeah, but they're both madly in love with you. Ya gotta give me something, Sissy!"

Mom pouted cutely, but opened her arms for Marie's hug. "You're not really mad, are you?" Aunt Marie asked softly.

"I could never stay mad at you," Mom said.

"Right. Only for, what, 20 years?"

Mom stuck her tongue out at her sister, and Marie pretended to bite at it. Mom jerked back, and I couldn't help laugh.

"Alright, what's the plan now, troublemaker?" Mom asked, turning to face me, her arm around her sister's waist. Marie was leaning into her big sister, head canted over onto her shoulder.

"No plan, Mom. I told you, I'm out of the crazy plan business. I just wanted to see you too as gorgeous as possible, still clothed. You outdid yourselves."

Mom looked over at Dad, crooking one eyebrow. "Harold?"

"Don't ask me. I'm along for the ride too. You both look stunning."

Mom grinned and went over to her husband sitting in his lap. "This Ok? Not hurting anything am I?"

He chuckled. "If you were, you think I'd say anything and chance you escaping?"

Mom sat up. "Harold, if I'm hurting you in any way..."

"No, my love, the only thing you're hurting is my heart. I feel like a louse..."

She kissed him hard. That was enough of a sign for me, I sat down, pulling Aunt Marie into my lap. She chuckled. "You have been practicing that move, haven't you?"

"I don't practice anything for you. It's all I can do to keep my heart beating steadily."

"So is my sister going to be the one getting all the kissing tonight?"

I think I answered that to her satisfaction. Still, after every kiss with Aunt Marie, I seemed to learn something. She was simply amazing. I could lose my soul between her lips.

Aunt Marie, looked up and pouted. "You guys are too far away."

Mom laughed. "He likes his throne."

"Up, Alice," Dad said. She hopped up, and waited for him to extract himself slowly. He still was obviously only working at 50%. He made his way to the other end of the couch. He looked over at Aunt Marie, before pulling Mom into his lap. "Better, troublemaker?"

She nodded vehemently. I laughed and started tugging at the knot on the front of her shirt. She slapped playfully at my hands. "And what do you think you're doing, young man?"

"Shut up and kiss me, Marie."

She smiled and brought her lips to mine, her arms moving around my neck, allowing me to free her breasts. She whimpered softly as they sprung free. I pulled away, holding her face in my hands. I stared into her eyes. "Fantasy girl," I whispered.

"Fantasy come true. Just say the word," she teased, nibbling my lip.

I turned to face Mom and Dad. He had his hand in her minimal excuse for a shirt. It wasn't hard to get his attention. "What do you think Dad?" I asked, holding my aunt's tits up for inspection. "When's the last time you saw these puppies bare?"

He grinned. "A long, long, time."

"Don't you think they're worth an up-close inspection?"

He blushed, and looked at Mom. She raised her eyebrows. "You don't want to check them out? What are you, gay?"

"Come on, Dad. Trade ya."

Mom got up out of his lap, and came over to us. She pulled her sister up, and gave her a hug. "Be gentle with him. He's old. His heart may not be able to handle it." It wasn't a very successful whisper.

"Old?" Dad spoke up. "I'm only a couple of years older than you!"

"That's right, older," Mom teased.

Aunt Marie crawled into his lap running her fingers through his hair. "Distinguished. Experienced."

It was all the opportunity I needed to pull Mom into my lap. "I can't believe you traded us!" she growled.

I laughed. "Mom, I'd trade the moon for you."

She grinned, and I was soon on the end of a nice Mommy kiss. "You are certainly trouble tonight. What next? Or do I want to know?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? No plans. I just want to be with the most incredible women. Hold you, love you."

She laughed. "No way, buster. You're not loving me down here. Not in front of everybody."

"Silly Mom. I love you everywhere. Everything about you." I leaned down and parted her legs, examining her cameltoe. "How do you even get these on?"

She giggled. "It takes a good long time, and I have to be very careful. I've ripped two pair before. Or I should say your father has."

Dad had his hands full with Marie. Literally. "Dad? You've ripped these off Mom?"

He blushed. "She drives me crazy with them. Teases me relentlessly. It's not my fault."

Mom giggled, and purred when I rubbed between her legs. "Jeremy, this is, I don't know, awfully naughty."

"C'mon Mom, after what Dad and I have done to you?"

Aunt Marie perked up at that. "Now that sounds like a story worth hearing."

Dad tugged on her nipple. "It's more of a 'show' than a 'tell' kind of story."

Mom shook her head. "No way, Harold. She's my sister! We're not showing her anything of the kind!"

"We could 'show' Aunt Marie," I teased.

Dad shook his head. "No, Jeremy. Women aren't interchangeable. It's taken years, many years to get your mother to the point where we can do the things we did. Your aunt's a beautiful, sexy woman, but she wouldn't be able to respond the same. Not the first time."

Aunt Marie was definitely curious. "You three are driving me crazy. What are we talking about here?"

"You want to tell her, Mom?"

Mom shook her head.

"Dad?"

He kissed Aunt Marie softly. "How to make her squirt on demand," he said softly.

"You're kidding!"

Mom chuckled. "No, he's not. But it's very exhausting. I'm totally used up afterward."

"Really?"

Dad nodded, and so did I.

"Wow. We're going to have to talk more about that later." I think we were all a little relieved she didn't want to go into it right then.

Aunt Marie had turned, straddling Dad's lap. She was holding her breasts up to his mouth, and he was obviously loving it. I had Mom do the same, facing me, and I pulled her close. "Does it bother you too much? Aunt Marie with Dad?" I whispered. "We can stop it."

She shook her head slightly. "No. I thought it would be worse. I... I think it makes it easier while you're holding me."

"You want to go to him tonight? Or do you want to stay with me?" I breathed into her ear.

"You baby. He's still not up to doing anything, and you've got me awfully worked up."

"He'll be with Marie all night," I reminded her.

"But I'll have you?"

"Several times."

She giggled. "Naughty boy. You want my bottom?"

"Jesus, Mom! Do I ever!"

"I think that's the solution for our, fertility issue. That and Mommy's hungry mouth."

I groaned, while she ground down against my hard-on. "Up, Mom."

She grinned, and climbed out of my lap. I took her by the hand and stood in front of Dad. "I'd like to take Mom upstairs. Is it Ok if I leave Aunt Marie with you?"

Dad looked over to Mom. "Alice?"

"I... if I ask, will you tell me everything?" she asked nervously.

"Baby, if it makes you uncomfortable..." Dad started.

"Only if I ask. I just need to know that I can. And that you'll be totally honest."

"I would never keep anything from you." I felt a little undercurrent to his statement. That he would never keep anything from her. In spite of the opposite obviously not being the case. I wondered if it was my own guilty conscience at work, placing hidden meaning where there was none.

She nodded. "Can I talk to her first? For a moment?"

Aunt Marie climbed off Dad's lap and the sisters walked off to the kitchen, hand-in-hand.

"Gentle with her, Dad. She's really nervous. You've been her fantasy for two decades."

He nodded. "I saw the video." He looked over at where the sisters were talking softly. "Don't forget what you said."

I grinned. "It might take a while."

Mom and Aunt Marie returned, and Mom headed straight to Dad, hugging and kissing him. "She's my baby sister, Harold," Mom said softly.

"I know. I'll take care of her."

She smiled, pecking his lips. "I know. Not too much care," she teased.

Aunt Marie's return journey had ended with me. She gave me a hug and a kiss. "I guess your fantasy has to wait at least one more night," she pouted so cutely.

"I'm trying to be patient. Don't ask me how I'm managing."

She laughed, pressed her big ol' boobies against my chest. "Your Daddy's a fan of the 'girls'."

"No kidding. Remember, he's not supposed to..."

"I got it, baby. I'll be gentle with him. We're just warming up." She grinned. "Then again, he and I have had 20 years of foreplay."

Mom rescued me from Aunt Marie, and I had her lead the way up the stairs so I could watch those improbable pants from up close. She giggled. "Funny. I've never had a man lead me up the stairs in these pants. They always want to follow."

I took a couple of quick steps up to take a bite at that delicious looking butt, but Mom scampered up the stairs a lot faster than I could move, with my knee brace on. She giggled like a kid, the whole way.

She left me at the door, and ran down the hall, returning a few moments later, waving a bottle. "Got it," she grinned. I steered her into my room, leaving Dad in Aunt Marie's loving care, and closed the door.

Mom jumped into my arms, kissing me passionately. "I need to prepare myself. Why don't you relax, maybe get us a bottle of wine?"

She left for the bathroom, and I headed back downstairs. Dad and Aunt Marie were going at it on the couch. Her top was completely missing, and he had his hand in her panties.

"Ignore the son," I announced. "I'm just getting some beverages." I retrieved a bottle of wine, and two glasses. "You know, Dad. I don't think Marie's ever seen any of my videos. She might be interested. Then again, you might want to try watching her video with her. In case you have any questions."

"Teaching your ol' man how to milk the ducks, are we?" he laughed.

"Just an idea. I'll leave you two alone now."

In the bedroom I stripped down, poured the wine, and put some music on. I removed the braces, testing my knee. The elbow seemed mostly better, the knee? Still hurt from some positions. For tonight, I was just going to deal with it. I had high hopes for the night. Mom left me waiting quite a while, but I was pleased when she returned still wearing her outfit. "I thought you might want to take it off me," she explained.

I drew her down the bed, and rolled her on her belly, getting her to giggle. "What is with you Davis men, and my poor bottom?"

I was lying between her legs, massaging her cheeks, watching the material move. "Believe me, Mom. It would be any man, and probably half the women, given the chance."

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"I guess we'll just have to make sure they don't get that chance then."

I nuzzled between her legs, chewing on her butt, opening her legs wide, licking her through the nearly transparent material. "Naughty... boy," she groaned sexily.

When I'd had my fill of playing with her butt cheeks, I rolled her over again, nipping at her inner thighs.

"Gentle, it tears easily," Mom whispered.

I hoped so. I nibbled on her protruding lips, licking, sucking through the material, making her moan and gasp. Cute little grunts escaping her lips. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, infinite little circles, while I feasted on her pouty lips. When I had her on the edge, quivering, I pulled the material away from her skin, and bit through it. The little hole was enough to wiggle my fingers inside and tear it open, diving into her pussy, sucking it up, making her squeal. She squirmed so sweetly for me, then settled back onto the bed.

"Damn it, Jeremy! You're just like your father! These things are hard to find, and they're not cheap!"

"Then you better stock up, Mom. Buy a case of them. That's all I've got to say."

I was desperate for her, and the idea of having her, while she wore those sexy, silky pants was driving me crazy. I moved up between her legs, and stabbed my cock into her. She gasped, then giggled. "Got you worked up a little, do I?"

I shoved it in hard, right to the base, making her grunt. "Careful, baby! That takes some getting used to."

I gave her plenty of time to get used to it, pounding her, leaning over her, pulling the t-shirt up to expose her tits. My hips went into overdrive, jackhammering her tight little hole. She was responding beautifully, her legs wrapping around me, then flying wide open. She pulled them back, hanging onto her own ankles. She started up with her little cries and grunts, the sweet repeated "Yes, yes, yes," that evolved into the screaming "YEEES!" that preceded her orgasm.

The frenetic action had me on edge before I knew it. "Gonna come, Mom," I groaned, long-stroking her pussy.

"In... my... mouth... baby," she grunted.

It took a lot of effort on my part to resist finishing in the saddle. I pulled out and scrambled up the bed, leaning over her face. "Suck your son, Mom," I demanded.

She took me between her lips, and sucked me deep and strong, until I delivered my first load. She sucked me clean and dry, taking her time, leaving me ready for a second go.

"Kinda quick, wasn't it?" she teased.

"Like I can resist you."

"You better learn to. I expect the best from my men. Which includes more than a couple of minutes."

"Slut-Mommy."

"Only for you and your Dad," she answered, grinning.

"That's the 'Mommy' part," I reminded her.

"Oh, I thought you meant it like a MILF."

"Oscar says you're a MICMLNOTF," I told her, rubbing her hair while she licked me.

"A mickmilnotoff?"

"Mommy I'd Cut My Left Nut Off To Fuck."

She giggled. "Now that would kind of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"

"I want your bottom, Mom."

She chuckled. "Of course you do. It's not like the other. We have to work up to it. That's a lotta meat to fit into such a tiny hole. You'll hurt me if you're not careful."

I remember taking care of her after one particularly rough session she'd had with Dad. "Teach me."

She reached down and started tugging at the yoga pants. "No, leave them on," I said.

"Please, baby? They're kind of uncomfortable. If you want that little kink, we can do it in pantyhose sometime."

"Alright, I didn't know. Let me help you with those."

It was a job. I'm surprised they didn't cut off all circulation from the waist down. I finally got them off, and couldn't resist climbing between her legs for another taste.

God, I loved the taste of her. She had to pry me away. "Plenty of time for that later. Shall we start?"

She handed me the bottle of lube. "One finger, nicely lubed. Work it in and stretch me a little. When it gets easier, more lube and a second finger."

It was incredible naughty, seeing Mom on her hands and knees, telling me how to take care of her ass. The finger sliding into her was enough to make my cock ache. "Second finger, baby," she said softly, wiggling her bottom in invitation.

With the second finger in, she was really tight. The kink factor was off the charts, her amazing ass held up in the air for me, available. Mine. I pumped her for a while, feeling it slowly loosen up. "Now, one from each hand. Tug me gently open."

I hadn't expected that. I figured we'd do maybe a third finger, then the real thing. I lubed up the other index finger, and started pulling softly in different directions. "All around," she gasped. "Gently!"

I could feel her opening up. She would even gape open for a second before closing up. "Three fingers," she groaned.

More lube, and three fingers pumped her easily. I twisted and turned them, preparing her.

"Your cock, lube that big fat cock," she growled, pushing her butt back to meet my fingers.

It was really awkward, concentrating on both actions, trying to squirt the slippery lube on my cock, and covering it. "Gimme, Jeremy. Gimme that cock. Stick your huge cock up Mommy's slutty ass."

I lifted my hips, pulled my finger out and pressed my cock against her opening. I slipped past it, then tried again. I pressed hard, my cock starting to bend painfully. "Grab it and shove it in!" she almost screamed.

Grasping my shaft in the middle, I pressed the head against her opening and shoved hard, hearing her groan as the head disappeared. "Oh, fuck!" she groaned.

I pushed harder and her hands reached back, pressing against my hips. "Patience. Little bit at a time."

I humped her slowly, pushing inexorably inward, watching my cock delve deeper, the tiniest bit at a time. She was grunting in what sounded like pain, and I slowed down. "More, baby. More."

I had about half of it in her, and it started to get easier. I got another inch all at once, and she pulled away a little, whimpering, then pushed back.

"God, your ass is tight, Mom. Tighter than Penny, even."

"Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck my ass. Stop playing around."

I pulled back further and pushed deeper. She had almost the whole thing. Slow and steady worked for a while, then I grabbed her hips and started thrusting faster, harder. I couldn't help myself. It was wickedly naughty. Mom's butt. Her head dropped to the bed, arms outstretched. "Fuck me, baby boy," she moaned softly.

I adjusted my knees outward, and pulled her hips back. Grabbed a hold and started pounding her. She squealed, trembling. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpered.

It was starting to feel good. Real good. Not 'ready-to-come' good, but 'making-my-cock-a-titanium-rod' good.

I smacked her perfect butt cheek, shoving in as deep as I could and holding it there, feeling her quivering. "It's my ass now, Mom. I own this sweet ass."

She whimpered and pushed back against my powerful thrusts.

"Love your ass," I grunted.

"Yours," she gasped. "Your ass."

"My. Ass!" I grunted, hammering it home and holding it there,

She gasped, and her legs started shaking. I felt liquid spray across my thigh, and realized Mom had squirted for me.

I grabbed her hips and hammered her ass as hard as I could. "God, what an ass slut you are!"

I stopped moving, and watched as she desperately starting fucking herself on my cock. Another smack on her butt had her rocking harder, longer strokes. "You can't help yourself, can you?" I teased. She whimpered and kept going.

It was fun, but I needed more. I grabbed two fistfuls of sweet butt cheeks, and started pounding her. I felt a twinge in my knee, and lifted my left leg outward, hammering at her butt from on one knee. The awkward position had me feeling like I was on some porn shoot. But it was good, the position slightly angled, and I felt like I was hitting her deeper than ever.

She shivered again, crying out, and I got another bath. "Fuck. Come for me slut-mom!" I demanded, feeling myself start to lose control. I leaned over her, pumping her deep, until I felt the oncoming eruption. As the feeling overtook me, I slammed my cock home, and groaned. It was painful, each rope pumped deep inside her, aching from my balls halfway up my shaft.

I pushed her shoulders down to the bed, leaned over her, and pounded my finish, each stroke shaking her body. When I couldn't take any more, I eased out of her rear, watching it, amazed at how wide my cock spread her, watching her crinkled reddened hole slowly shrink. I rubbed the edges, surprised it could even open wide enough. Mom's legs slid away, her body dropping to the bed. I move up and laid down next to her, hugging her close, kissing her shoulder.

"Damn, Mom. We're going to have to do that again."

She gave me a little giggle. "You like?"

"Holy shit! I loved it. I can't believe you squirted on me. A couple of times."

"I get really big ones, that way. Not always, but when it's hot, it's really hot."

"And it was hot tonight?"

She rolled onto her side, facing me. "Blazing. That was great baby. Perfect."

"I didn't screw anything up?"

"No, honey. You did good. Opened me up nicely. Got me all hot and bothered. Took your time getting me used to you, then fucking the living daylights out of my poor little butt-hole. No, Jeremy you did nothing wrong."

I pulled her on top of me, hugging her, holding her. She pulled away, lying on her back, arms and legs extended. "Too hot. I'm burning up. Need to cool off."

I got out of bed and hit the bathroom. Cleaned my cock, though I couldn't see much evidence of where it'd been. I wet one of the hand-towels in warm water, just the end, and returned to Mom. I wiped her down, all over, drying her as I went. I spent a good bit of time between her legs. "Roll over, sexy girl."

She did, with a little tired groan, and I wiped her back down, then very carefully spread her cheeks and cleaned her, there.

"You're spoiling me," she mumbled.

"Who deserves it more?"

She hummed her contentedness, while I played with her bottom cheeks. Such a perfect butt.

"What do you suppose they're doing?" she asked.

"Not as much as us."

"Big ol' titties," Mom mumbled.

"Why don't you join them?" I told her.

"Huh?"

"Go. Join them. They won't mind. Let Dad know it's Ok. See how they're doing. Then you can come back if you want, or stay. Either way."

"I don't know."

"You won't be wondering. It'll be cool. I told Dad you might."

"You told him?"

"You might. If you got too curious. Go, Mom. It'll be good for you. Just don't get jealous."

"Anytime I do, I'll think of my poor bottom."

I swatted her butt, and tugged her out of the bed. I tossed over her shirt. "That's more than enough to wear. It's more than they'll be wearing, I'm sure."

Mom disappeared. She was gone at least half an hour, and I was half-asleep when she rejoined me, crawling into my bed. "Thanks honey, that was a good idea."

"What were they up to?"

"Nothing. Cuddling. Your father was sucking her titties, no surprise there."

"It was cool?"

"Great. We talked. He nibbled my boobies too. We ganged up on him a little. Your Dad was in heaven."

"I bet. It didn't bother you?"

"No. They both looked so relaxed, so happy. It was nice. They were both very appreciative that I left them together. I think it's going to be Ok."

I tugged her close, and she snuggled up to me. "It was a good night, wasn't it?" she said softly.

"MmmHmm," I responded, kind of hoping she'd quiet down.

"I wonder where Colin is?"

I looked over at the clock. It was after 1:00 am. "I think it was a good night for everybody."

"Do me in the morning, baby boy?"

"You know it, Mom."

Half awake, half asleep, I eased my cock back and forth inside of her, while she relaxed on my chest, purring sweetly. What a great way to wake up. I reached down and held her butt cheeks, getting just a little more leverage, while we played in bed.

She brushed my hand away when I fingered her butthole. "Gentle. You were a little rough last night."

She was sighing, placing little kisses on my chest. I couldn't help but think how wonderful I had it.

I felt the pressure on the bed, and Aunt Marie cuddled up next to me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Morning, kids. Having fun?"

Mom was facing away from her, and turned to smile at her sister. "Yep."

Aunt Marie giggled, cuddling in closer, wiggling under my arm. I gave her a hug, but kept the hips rocking. "Dad up?" I asked.

"He's out of it. Overdid it yesterday and last night. He was groaning in his sleep. A couple of hours ago, I made him take his meds, and he passed out." She sighed, wiggling up against me. "It was nice. Thanks for letting us play a little." She rose up and kissed Mom's shoulder.

"Did Colin ever make it home?" Mom asked.

"I guess. He wasn't here at 2:30 when I checked on him. He's in the room now, dead to the world," Aunt Marie said.

"We'll have Harold talk to him," Mom replied. "Make sure he understands about getting home at a reasonable time, or calling. Heaven forbid he kept that poor girl out that late."

"I'll say. What kind of parents would let their daughter stay out until after 2:00?"

"If Jeremy had done that, his father would have had a fit," Mom chuckled.

It was weird. Really weird. Laying there, my cock slowly pumping in and out of Mom, while she and her sister held a conversation. Naked, in my bed.

I tried to tune them out, closing my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of being with Mom. They made that difficult.

"I don't suppose I could have a turn, Sissy?" Aunt Marie wheedled.

"You safe?"

"On the pill."

Mom sighed. "Good. I'm not. Maybe you should finish him."

"You wouldn't mind?"

Mom giggled. "No. You left my husband's bed for my son's. What could be weird about that?"

Aunt Marie must have done something under the covers, 'cause Mom squealed, poking my Aunt. "Hey!"

"Meanie. Hoggin' all the good men," Aunt Marie pouted.

"I said I'd share. Can I help it if I have great taste in me?" Mom smirked, shifting her knees and putting some effort into our fun.

Mom gave me a quick peck, then rolled off of me. Aunt Marie didn't waste any time taking her place on top of me.

"Aunt Marie," I whispered. "I... I wanted our first time to be special."

She chuckled, and kissed me. Briefly. "Dragon breath." She grabbed my cock, and settled back onto it. "This is special, Honey. Incredible. With your Mom here? No recriminations?" I got another quick peck, as she worked me into her. She screwed her face up in concentration, and after a few seconds, I felt her warm tunnel squeezing down on me.

"You know what I mean," I said, holding her butt, and working with her to get situated comfortably.

"I'll tell you what I know. Sissy and I are better than we've been in 20 years. In spite of your craziness, but mainly because of it. I can never thank you enough for that." She grunted as I got a little deeper. "Damn, Alice, you made it look easy."

Mom was lying outside the covers, cooling off again. I guess she got overheated easily. "Practice Marie. Twenty years worth." She reached over, her hand gliding over my skin. "She's right, you know. This is pretty wonderful. All of us. I thought it would drive me crazy. Guess I was wrong."

I couldn't pay attention. Aunt Marie wasn't as calm as Mom. Once she had me in, and felt comfortable, she went to town. She got up on her hands and knees, riding me back and forth. Long full strokes. Raised up as she was, her tits were swaying over my face. I saw Mom's hand grab the nearest, waving it around.

I looked over and she was on her side, watching us, smiling. "You like those big titties too, don't you?"

I grinned. "Pretty awesome." I held Aunt Marie's hips, working with her, my cock in heaven. It hadn't taken her but a couple of minutes to make it feel good.

Mom was a troublemaker, wiggling Aunt Marie's boob. She was rubbing the nipple over my face, teasing us both. "Damn, Marie. They should make you license these."

Marie was humming along nicely, giving me a helluva ride. She seemed to have found the perfect motion, sliding my shaft almost completely in and out with each rocking motion. "Right. From the girl whose ass caused a four car pileup."

That caught my attention. I looked over at Mom. "Really?"

She blushed. It was so damn cute. "It was hardly my fault. I was riding a bike. Some idiots weren't paying attention to their driving."

"And Dad said you weren't allowed to wear those shorts anymore," Aunt Marie teased.

All the distractions were killing me. I smacked Aunt Marie's butt, pretty sharply. "A little less chatting?" I said.

She grinned, sitting up, changing the angle, bouncing up and down. Talk about distracting. My hand glided upward, out of control, squeezing her mesmerizing tits. "This better, Honey?" she asked.

"Much."

She was amazing, the way she could find the perfect motion with a couple of wiggles and shifts, no discomfort, no awkward movements, just that glorious feeling. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back lost in the feeling.

"I think I got him," Aunt Marie whispered.

I felt something at my lips, something weird. I opened my eyes and Mom's fingers were there. "Open up."

I did, and she slipped something between my lips. I wondered was she was up to until the minty feeling overwhelmed my mouth. I looked up and her face was above mine, smiling. "I wanted to kiss you, but your breath could raise the dead."

I guess the Altoid fixed that. She pressed her lips to mine, and gave me a long passionate kiss, while Aunt Marie picked up the pace. I heard her moan, and realized the extra effort was for her own fun, not necessarily mine. Not that I was complaining.

Mom wouldn't stop, and I felt myself getting closer. I gave a soft whimper as I started thrusting up into my aunt, desperate to finish. She shifted and her hips were slamming down on me, taking me to the root, squeezing and releasing. I'd never felt anything like it. My tongue invaded Mom's mouth, deeply, as I lost any control, firing into Aunt Marie's churning pussy repeatedly.

Mom slowly pulled up, grinning at me. "Now that was definitely naughty," she teased, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on it.

I felt a cool breeze around my cock as Aunt Marie dismounted, cuddling up to me. "Special enough for you?" she whispered, sucking my earlobe.

"Magical."

She sighed, hugging me. "You're sweet."

Mom had moved away and I almost jumped when I felt her mouth settle over my wilting rod. "Jesus, Mom! Give a guy a little warning."

She laughed. "That's the danger of letting two girls in your bed."

I chuckled. "Have a lot of experience with that?" Her mouth had returned to sucking me, but popped off again.

"None. I got a feeling that's going to change." She engulfed me again, and I leaned back, enjoying.

"You think he's good for another one?" Aunt Marie asked.

Mom sat up, her hand stroking my cock, as it slowly started firming up. "He's 18. Had a good night's sleep. Two or three more, probably."

"Teach her, Mom."

"Jeremy..." Mom whined.

"Teach me what?" Aunt Marie asked.

"How to suck. Mom's the best. Incredible."

"And I'm chicken liver?" Aunt Marie snapped, poking me in the side. "Christ, Jeremy. I've given you twice as many blowjobs as all the other men in my life combined. You'd think I'd get a little appreciation!"

I pulled her close, while she struggled, smacking my chest. "Stop, Marie! I love what you do. But, well, it's wonderful because it's you, and I enjoy it, but..."

"But what? Not as good as Alice?"

"Not in the same ballpark. Not even half as good as Penny, and she's nowhere near Mom yet."

Mom must have been enjoying the whole thing. She decided to show off. She started with the old standby, Pirate ship, leading into the Swirly-go-round. I was rock hard for her in moments. It was too much, too fast. I knew what she was up to. "No, Mom! Not now."

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She ignored me, holding my hips down and moving up the tree. Number four of the secret seven. "Mom..." I whined.

She chuckled and it felt wild, as I settled deep into her throat. I groaned, and Aunt Marie was watching me intently. "What?" she whispered.

"Tunnel of Love," I groaned.

"Tunnel of Love?"

"Please, Mom? Take it easy?" I gasped, my cock a burning hot rod.

I felt her release, and I relaxed.

"What the hell was that about?" Aunt Marie whined.

"Swirly-go-round, to The Wave, then the Tunnel, no breaks," I moaned.

Aunt Marie looked down at Mom who was smirking proudly. "Only 'cause you said please. I had you. I could've made you shoot."

"No kidding. That was mean. You know I just wanted to play around. You were trying to milk me."

Aunt Marie was sitting up. "No, seriously. What was that all about?"

"Show her Mom. At least what Penny knows," I pleaded.

"But baby, these are mine. Just for my men."

My aunt looked irritated. I sat up and pulled her into my arms. "Don't be mad," I whispered, kissing her neck.

"You just basically told me I'm lousy at sucking cock. See if I ever do that again."

I hugged her, nibbling her neck. "I love you, Aunt Marie. Love everything about you. It's great when you take me in your mouth, but you don't have any experience at it. You know it's true. Penny was worse than you when she started, but now she's amazing."

"Fine. Alice can do the blowjobs. I'll just fuck your brains out."

I guess all the recent goodwill still couldn't supplant the sibling rivalry. Mom had to goad her on. "That works for me. Harold adores my blowjobs. Both my boys do. And I can still fuck their brains out. Front and back. Hell, both at the same time, if I wanted to."

"Stop, Mom!" I snapped. "Alright. I'm sorry I said anything. Never mind." I tried to crawl out from between them, grimacing a little as I tweaked my knee.

Mom's anger turned to concern. "Are you Ok, Jeremy?" she asked, reaching out to touch my knee.

I jerked it away. "I'm fine."

"Jeremy..."

"I said I'm fine, Mom! Ok?" I scooted away, irritated how things always seemed to sour so quickly. I thought we'd been having a good time.

Aunt Marie, grabbed my arm. "Jeremy... she's only concerned. Don't snap at her. She's your mother."

I sighed. "I'm really fine, Ok? Sometimes when I move it wrong, it hurts, but as soon as I stop, it's alright. No big deal. If you want to worry about someone, why don't you two go take care of Dad?"

Mom glared at me. "So that's how it is? Now you're going to throw me out of your room too?"

This was exhausting. I needed to go back to bed for another 8 hours sleep. I laid back, grabbed a pillow, and held it over my face, blocking the light and noise.

I felt a poke at my side, and did my best to ignore it. Maybe they'd leave me alone. It seemed whenever the two of them got together there was always drama. Better relationship or not.

I squeezed the pillow around my ears, crossing my arms over my head, blocking out everything. I could hear them talking but squeezing the pillow muffled it almost completely.

Another poke at my other side, and I turned away from it. Someone tried to tickle me, but I wasn't in a very laughing mood.

Mom turned up the pressure, taking me in her mouth. It only took about 2 seconds for me to know who it was. "Don't, Mom."

She ignored me, and I was less successful at ignoring her. I might be grouchy, but her mouth was still magical. I felt hands tugging away at my arms, prying them loose from the pillow. I was losing the battle on both fronts. Two human pillows replace the artificial one.

"Don't be a grouch, Jeremy," Aunt Marie said.

"I'm just tired of all the fighting."

"We weren't fighting. We're sisters. It's what we do. Get used to it if you plan on spending any time in bed with us."

I groaned as Mom turned up the heat down below. I don't know why I have such a weakness for the Swirly-go-round, but I do, and she knows it.

The twin pillows moved away, and Aunt Marie was gazing into my face. "Is she really that much better?" She was almost pouting.

I reached down and patted Mom on the head, getting her to ease up. "I love you, Aunt Marie. That first blowjob in the back of the jeep will be one of my greatest memories for all time. Because it was you. But yeah, Mom's that much better."

"What's the big deal? So she sucks your cock."

I pulled her down, hugging her close. "No, she doesn't suck it. She makes love to it. She adores it. It becomes the center of her world. Watch. Watch with me."

Mom sat up, looking at me, her tongue teasing the head. "Start over Mom. Show her what it can be like."

She nodded. "I'm not doing everything."

"Whatever you want. You don't even need any of the seven. It's everything about how you do it. Show her."

I knew she'd show off a little. She couldn't help herself. But not like that. She went into full bore adoration mode. Gazing up at me, closing her eyes, rubbing my cock against her face, kissing it, tasting it. Kissing my belly, my thighs. It was probably a good five minutes before I entered her mouth, and I was already painfully hard. I couldn't stifle the moan as half my cock disappeared between her lips.

"Is she..." Aunt Marie started.

"Shhh. Just watch," I whispered.

It started with a simple, loving, slow sucking. Mom slowed then stopped with just the head in her mouth. And then she started.

I groaned.

"What?" Aunt Marie asked softly.

"Pirate ship."

I closed my eyes, blocking out anything but Mom's mouth and my cock. It was difficult, I love to watch her do it, but I knew if I did, I wouldn't last long.

"Y'all should really consider locking the front door," I heard, and felt the women scrambling around the bed.

"Morning, Penny," I said, opening my eyes and looking up sheepishly.

"This is getting pretty crazy, Jeremy," she said, glaring at me.

"We were just showing Aunt Marie. The good stuff."

"BJ lessons? You don't all need to be naked for that."

"Can you show her? Show Aunt Marie how good it can be?"

Penny blushed. "You're embarrassing me," she said softly.

"I don't mean to. It's just that you're so amazing. I mean, you learned everything so quickly. Unbelievable."

"I think your Mom is perfectly capable of giving any lessons. She's a lot better than me."

Mom laughed. "I wouldn't say a lot. Heck, at your age I hadn't even started yet. Not the good stuff. He's right, you're incredible, honey."

Penny sat on the edge of the bed, her hand stroking my thigh. "I'm not, not like you, Mom."

"Show us. Show us, and I'll teach you another one."

"One of the seven?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Mom grinned. "I guess it depends. Show me you're worthy, and I'll give you the next one."

"Alright," she said. She got up and closed the door, then stripped down to her panties.

"God, look at her Marie. Wouldn't you kill to look like that?" Mom said.

"You did. Still do, Alice," Aunt Marie answered.

"I wish. So smooth, so firm."

Penny was blushing as she crawled up between my legs. "Please. Look at you two! I'm not bad, but you guys are gorgeous!"

Aunt Marie chuckled. "Not bad? You're beautiful!"

Penny grinned, then took my cock in her hand. "I don't suppose I want to know where this guy's been, do I?"

"Please?" I begged.

She grinned, staring at me, as she gave me a series of teasing long licks. Slow and devilish. She lowered her eyes to my cock, grinning. Kissed the head lightly. "Missed me, big boy?"

She ran her lips up the side, her tongue peeking out just enough to trace the skin. One side then the other. Her tongue extended, she licked the edge of the crown, all around. I sighed, leaning back and enjoying.

"She's nothing like your Mom," Aunt Marie said.

"Style wise, no. Not yet. Attitude, exactly the same."

"Ready, lover?" Penny teased, her tongue penetrating the tiny hole on top.

"Don't tease me, gorgeous."

"Silly boy, I'm going to tease the hell out of you. Teach you a lesson."

She took me in her mouth, and I got a couple of Pirate ships, before she started bobbing up and down. "Fuuuuck," I moaned.

"See, Marie?" Mom teased.

"Don't, Mom." I groaned.

It was delicious agony. I didn't even know Penny had it in her. She played me like the master she was becoming. I whimpered at her first Swirly-go-round.

"Swirly?" Mom asked softly.

"Uh-huh," I gasped.

"Good one?"

"Perfect... oooh," I groaned as I got another one.

"What was that?" Mom asked.

"D... don't know. New," I gasped, my legs shaking as she did it again.

Penny lifted her head off my cock. She giggled. "My own version."

She took Mom's fingers in her mouth, and showed her. Mom smiled. "Nice. You came up with that one your own?"

Penny blushed. "Mom might have helped a little. It was my first time trying it for real."

"Good, Jeremy?"

"Great."

Mom leaned over and took me in her mouth. Not quite the same. "Close," I said.

Penny did it again, and I concentrated on the difference. "Got it," I said.

My pretty girlfriend grinned as she took Mom's two fingers in her mouth and showed her. When Mom did it on me, I grinned. "Damn, you learn quick Mom. That was perfect."

Mom giggled, and gave Penny a big hug. "We're going to have so much fun, aren't we?"

Penny nodded. "You're the best, Mom."

Mom leaned over and did it again. And again.

"You're killing me, Mom."

She laughed. She grabbed Penny's fingers, and this time it was obvious what she was doing. She bared her teeth and slowly dragged them up the sides of her fingers.

"That looks painful," I said.

Mom grinned. "Really? Let's see."

She planted herself sideways, and took me in her mouth. She started with some easy sucking, slowly taking more, with longer strokes. She stopped abruptly, my cock head pressing against the back of her throat, bared her lips and dragged her teeth up the sides of my cock agonizingly slow, just hard enough to drive me crazy, pausing with her teeth holding the head steady, and lashing it with her tongue.

It was crazy, scary, the tiniest bit painful, and absolutely exhilarating. When it reached the point where I wanted to pull away, the teeth disappeared and she was sucking again.

"Did you see that?" Penny whispered to Aunt Marie.

Mom pulled off with a loud 'pop'. "Too painful?"

"You wicked woman," I teased. "How come you're just now doing that one?"

"It's not like the others. Very infrequent works best. Like a surprise. I've snuck that one in on your father a couple of times when he was trying to make it last, and my jaw was getting tired. Instant POP!" She laughed. "Go ahead Penny. Slow, and careful, Ok? And remember, only up the sides, not front and back."

She got most of it right the first time up until the end. "Gentler teeth, don't pull," I told her.

The third time it was almost perfect. "That one," I gasped.

She popped up laughing and high-fived Mom. "Don't tell Dad, Ok? I want to surprise him with that one."

Mom giggled, "That and your new one should be enough to drive him crazy."

Penny was bounding up and down. "Your turn, Aunt Marie," Penny said.

"My turn?"

Penny grabbed Aunt Marie's fingers, showing her. "Like that." She did it again, slowly. "Got it?"

"I... I don't know."

"Go ahead. Jeremy will tell you if you get it wrong."

It took a long longer. Mom and Penny both worked with her, and before too long it was close. "Better," I finally said.

Aunt Marie pouted. "Still not right?"

"Slower, and at the end, the tongue thing, more of the tip, teasing."

A few more tries, and it was good. Not perfect, but damned good. "You got it." I told her.

She grinned. "Does it really make that much of a difference?"

"Technically, it's a big difference. Still, it's nothing without the whole attitude."

"What's this attitude, you keep talking about?"

Mom nudged Penny with her shoulder. "You show her. Maybe you can explain it. You're a natural. Harold and I both knew it the first time we saw you on his phone."

Penny blushed, but moved back between my legs grinning. She looked up at Aunt Marie, holding my cock in her hand. "Isn't it beautiful? Hard and soft, warm, pulsing." She stuck out her tongue, holding it near the base. "There. I can feel it. His pulse, right there." She glanced up at Aunt Marie, sticking her tongue out, the tip still, pressing. I could feel my own pulse against her tongue.

She kissed my shaft, rubbing her face against it. "I love it. Everything about it. I want to own it, make it dance for me, twitching, throbbing, growing. Make it so hard it feels like it's going to burst. Feel the head swell in my mouth. Earn that little early taste when it starts leaking, make it tremble. I want to hear his groans and gasps. Make him lose control, feel his hands on my head, desperate for more. My cock. My big fat cock, and I decide when it gets to shoot. Come for me. That naughty, nasty taste on the back of my tongue, slick and slippery, coating my whole mouth. I want that. It's mine, and I'm going to get it, and once I start there's nothing he can do about it."

She was licking, kissing, sucking, closing her eyes and moaning while her tongue tortured me. She pulled off, grinning. "He needs to know that when I'm sucking him, nothing else in the world matters to me. His pleasure is all that counts. This is going to be the best one ever, until I give him the next one. He'll never have a better one, or have anyone that loves him this much."

She leaned forward, her hand on my thighs, sliding in parallel up my body, over my hips along my belly, up to my chest, her mouth slowly lowering, until she's fully stretched out, my cock invisible, her lips pressing against the base. She draws backward, slowly, teasing me, her soft hands accentuating her mouth's movement.

Mom leaned down, "That was beautiful. Where'd you learn that one? Video?"

Penny shook her head. "I just wanted to do it, touch him all over while I was taking it all."

Mom kissed her on the cheek. "Beautiful. So creative. You see why I say you're a natural? Someday you'll pass me."

Penny looked up at her, and I saw her eyes glistening. "It's him, Mom. I... I can't help it."

Mom nodded, guiding Penny's mouth back to my cock. "I know baby girl. Momma knows exactly what you mean. Show him, honey. Make him understand."

Penny gazed up at me, her love shining from her eyes, as she moved her head up and down, sucking me so damn sweetly. Her eyes closed, and she treated me to her newest trick. She pulled back, eyes tracking mine. "That's yours. Jeremy. Dad doesn't get that one from me. Nobody else. It's for my Jeremy. Only, ever."

She closed her eyes, and did it again. It made my heart race, and I was coming in her mouth without warning. She whimpered sweetly, taking it all, gentle suction drawing every last drop out of me. When my body turned from steel back to flesh and bone, then finally to jello, she pulled off of me, walking on her knees to Mom, leaning forward to share.

"No baby girl," Mom said softly, pressing her finger to Penny's lips. "That was a special one. He came because of his love for you, not for anything you did. You can't share that one."

Tears rolled down Penny's cheeks as she swallowed, turning her head and watching me. I opened my arms to her, and she fell into them, clinging to me desperately. "I love you so much, Jeremy," she cried.

"I know, Angel. That was incredible. I... I didn't know it could be like that. You amaze me."

Aunt Marie settled in opposite Penny, while Mom cuddled up behind her. Talk about being in heaven.

"I... I didn't know," Aunt Marie said softly. "I thought, I... I don't know what I thought. Not that."

"You ever seen anything more beautiful?" Mom asked.

Aunt Marie shook her head. "You're like that, too?"

Mom shook her head. "Not that. I... I'm good, but that? That's... there's no words for it."

Penny snorted, cuddling in tighter. "Bullshit, Mom. You still put me to shame."

"No Honey. Trust me. That's not something anyone could learn. I... I'm just glad I was here to see it. Beautiful."

After the last chapter, things seem to be getting better, although the relationships have changed. Will it hold together? Who comes out as top dog?

Hope you enjoyed this one, things are getting hotter...

As always, comments and votes are welcome and appreciated.

Two Moms, Two Laps: United - Incest/Taboo

Don't you love it when a family comes together?

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Don't you love it when a family comes together?

I didn't let Penny out of my bed the rest of the morning. Not that she was eager to leave. We lost both mom's almost immediately after her display, and were told we'd be summoned when breakfast was ready.

Surprise! Breakfast was delivered to the room half an hour later by Mom.

Penny and I were still in a playful mood, and hadn't gotten down to business yet.

A tray was set before us with two bacon and egg sandwiches, and some OJ. "Light breakfast. We're having burgers and home-made fries for lunch," Mom explained.

Penny sat Indian style, opening her sandwich and snagging a piece of bacon. "You didn't have to do this. We could have come down."

"Too much crazy drama around here. You two haven't had near enough time together."

I was starved and took a bite, thanking her in mid-chew.

"You kids need anything else?" she asked.

We looked at each other, and shook our heads. "This is perfect," I said, during the brief period my mouth was empty. "Give me a shout if you need me to man the grill."

Mom shook her head. "I think we're going to try to get Colin to work it."

I got the shivers, remembering the last time he'd been grill-master. Mom grinned. "Your father will oversee him."

She closed the door on the way out. Penny giggled.

"What?"

"C'mon. You have to admit it's kind of weird. Your mother serving us breakfast in bed so we can fool around."

I shrugged. "Alright. A little. I'm not complaining."

"Me either."

We polished off our sandwiches, and put the tray on the floor. Penny smiled and laid back in the bed, waiting patiently. I joined her a moment later, while we cuddled and kissed, talking about mundane things, a steering wheel cover for her car, signing up for classes, our favorite movies of the summer, best pizza place, that kind of stuff. She had her phone with her, and every few minutes she'd get a text coming in, and while she replied, I'd play with her body. She wasn't normally a slave to her phone, and I commented as much.

"Everyone wants to see the car. They want pictures, a ride. Some even want to know how my love life is doing," she teased.

"It might do better without the phone," I reminded her.

"That a promise?"

"Guaranteed."

She turned off the ringer. "I'm all yours. This better be worth it."

It wasn't at first. We had a hell of a time getting started, and I had to search around the floor to find the lube. With the added assistance it provided, we managed penetration, and slowly worked our way up to actual sex.

She was grunting, as I worked her with all but a couple of inches. "I... forget..." she groaned.

She didn't appear to be enjoying it much, so I stopped, holding myself inside her, and started up a kissing marathon, including as much as I could remember from the latest Aunt Marie experience. She slowly relaxed, and I found myself stroking into her gently, while kissing.

"Better?" I whispered.

"Mmmhmmm," she sighed.

The first one was Ok. I didn't get her off, and we didn't move around a lot. I laid on top of her, and we made slow love. Lots of kissing and touching. It took a pretty long time, not surprising since I'd already gone off twice that morning. She was in a loving mood, quiet, intense. She seemed to take me with her, I gazed into her eyes, feeling a closeness that I sometimes forget when I wasn't with her. "Love you," I whispered.

She smiled for me. "I know. I love you too."

Coming inside her was a lot like the loving. Nothing crazy, I pushed in all the way, held still, and unloaded deep inside her, staring into her eyes. "I... I feel you coming," she whispered.

I kissed her lips. "You and I need to do this a lot more."

She nodded, grinning for me. She pulled me close and hugged me tight. "Hold me, Jeremy."

I did until I felt myself shrinking, popping out of her, earning another sweet giggle. "Messy boy," she whispered.

I rose up on my arms. "I need a shower."

She nodded again, "No kidding."

My teeth got a long overdue brushing. In the shower she wanted to shave me. My face, that is. She tilted my head around, and used half a can of shaving cream, but she got the job done. She rubbed her cheek against mine. "So much better. Wanna go again?"

Back in bed we had a little oral play, and when she got me up again, it was better. Lots better. I fit inside her easily, and we tried out different things. Doggy, sideways, legs pressed backward. Her on top. She liked that last one, and rode me like a mad woman, getting off a few times, a couple real loudly. She'd blush afterward, hands on my chest, breathing hard, her pretty blonde hair hanging over her face.

The second time she tried to shatter my eardrums. She shook her hair out, tossing it behind her with a shake of her head. "I should have tied it back," she laughed.

"No. I love it like that. So wild, and untamed."

"Me or the hair?"

I guess four times was a little much. I was having a hard time coming. Not that I wasn't having a blast trying. When she begged off me, I put her on her hands and knees again. She was easily taking my entire length, and I started getting a little rougher with her, fucking her hard, smacking her butt, tugging her hair a little. Got another nice little come out of her, which left her on her belly, with me straddling her legs. I laid on top of her, holding her wrists in my hand, over her head. She was whimpering so prettily, my head next to hers, my hips driving into her endlessly. "I'm going to fuck you forever, gorgeous girl. Forever."

There was something about it, the way she was completely helpless, my weight pinning her down, hands immobilized. I felt powerful, and could sense her total submission to my needs. I liked it. A lot.

She was shaking, and a wave of small orgasms seemed to take over. "Oh God," she gasped, holding her breath, trembling, until it would pass, only to cry out again only a few seconds later.

"Come for me, Penny," I whispered, nibbling her ear, her neck, tucking my head in and pounding a little harder for a while, before getting my next little reward from her.

I don't know how long we kept that up. It seemed like forever, although it couldn't have been more than 10 or 15 minutes. Long enough for her to build up to a big one, crying, squirming underneath me, thrusting her ass back against my strokes. I pulled her arms forward, clenching her wrists tightly. My legs were outside hers, knees bent, ankles over the inside of her knees, pinning her legs down. I bit down on her neck and she gasped. "Oh God, oh no, no, oh noooo," she whined before screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.

She was panting hard after that one, and I slowed down, nice easy short strokes. I took my time releasing her, moving my legs outward, letting go of her wrists, rubbing them gently. I kissed her new bite-mark, but kept moving inside her. I never wanted to stop. Never.

Aunt Marie sat down on the bed next to us. "Let the poor girl up, Jeremy. You're killing her."

Penny turned her head, her breath heaving, looking at my Aunt. "Save me," she pleaded, then giggled.

I pulled out of her, giving up on getting off any time soon. I scooted down next to her, and pulled her into my arms, spooning, facing my Aunt.

"Knock much?" I teased.

"Over and over," Aunt Marie said. "I guess you two were distracted. Lunch is almost ready you little heathens." Funny, that was Mom's name for us too, when she walked in on us.

Penny was still catching her breath. "Emma says a guy normally comes in just a coupla minutes. Is that true?"

Aunt Marie laid down facing us, pulling back Penny's hair. "All guys are different. Some have real short fuses, most of the better ones are good for about 5 to 10 minutes."

"Jeremy's a freak, isn't he?"

Aunt Marie was stroking her shoulder. "Not so unusual. He's young, sometimes that's good, sometimes bad. A lot of times that means no stamina, but great recovery. By the third or fourth time, they can last longer. Jeremy seems to be like that. Each one taking longer."

"I couldn't come," I explained.

Aunt Marie chuckled. "I can believe that. Give it a break. A couple of hours from now, you'll probably be back to normal."

"Put on something," she said climbing off the bed. "The burgers were already on the grill when I came up to get you guys."

Aunt Marie was wearing another braless, tied-off halter, and painted on shorts. She was going barefoot. "We're dressing casual," she said, giving me a wink.

Penny put on her panties, and one of my t-shirts. She insisted on brushing her hair before seeing anybody. Loose shorts and a tee was good enough for me. She grabbed her phone and was already answering the text messages she'd missed, as we headed down the stairs.

"Thank God," Dad said. "I thought for sure you'd killed her this time."

Penny blushed, walked up to him and put her arm around his neck, tugging his head down for a kiss. "Thanks for rushing to my rescue, Daddy," she teased.

The six of us ate outside, and I thought that Colin's eyes were going to fall out, the way he kept looking back and forth at all our girls. Mom was wearing her white yoga pants, which were not quite as bad as the teal ones. She had on a t-shirt that must have been two sizes too small. It didn't even reach her belly button, and every little bump of her breasts was easily visible.

The burgers were good. Thick, still juicy, charred outside. "Good," I said, halfway into my second one. Colin seemed inordinately proud of the praise. I guess he should be. His last foray into grilling almost killed us.

"Breath between burgers, baby," Mom admonished me.

She had to get up twice to bring new servings of the french fries. It was a great lunch. With an incredible view. Hot MILFs and a babe.

Penny pouted. "I feel so overdressed." She made a point of looking at Mom and Marie's outfits to make sure we'd get the point. I laughed.

The girls had all finished eating, nibbling on the occasional fry. Dad and I were splitting the last burger. Aunt Marie stood and took Penny by the hand. "Come on. Let's get you prettified."

I leaned back in my chair, sipping a beer, wondering if life could get much better. "What time'd you get in, Colin?" I asked.

"Uh, I think sometime around 2:00." He sounded like he was fudging.

I looked over at Dad. "More like 3:00 I think. You would have tarred and feathered me for that."

"Not my say," he answered. "But if he keeps staying here, he'll sure as hell be calling if he's out after one." He turned to face Colin. "Won't you?"

"Yes sir," Colin nodded. I guess they'd already had this conversation. Once again I was struck by how similar it was to me and Dad a couple of years earlier, when I started dating seriously. All of a sudden I felt bad for Colin, never having what Dad and I did. The guidance and camaraderie. Aunt Marie's musical-husbands had shortchanged my cousin.

Mom was picking up the paper plates and plastic cups. Easy cleanup. Colin offered to help, but Mom shooed him off. "No, you boys relax. I'm almost done, anyway. I just need to take care of the fryer."

"How's your love life, Colin?" I asked, when Mom had left.

He smirked. "Got me a blowjob."

Dad chuckled. "Good for you. Sounds like you liked it!"

He nodded, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Kelly?"

He looked at me like I was nuts. "Of course. I'm not dating anyone else."

"Of course not. Forget I even asked. Did you get to return the favor?" I asked.

"Return it?"

"Go down on her."

He shook his head. "No way."

"No way, she wouldn't let you? Or no way, Ewww?" Dad asked.

"That's kind of gross, isn't it?"

Dad and I looked at each other, we smiled, and started laughing. "You wanna handle this?" he asked me.

"No way. I'm tellin' the moms."

Colin sat up. "No, you can't."

"Why not?" I asked.

"They'll give me a hard time. They tease me about everything I do."

Dad reached over and squeezed his wrist. "I'd suggest you put up with it, and pay attention. Think for a minute where you were a week or two ago, and compare that to your little girlfriend's gift last night. That's the sisters' influence."

Aunt Marie returned with Penny in tow. My shirt was a shambles. What was left of it. No collar, no sleeves, it ended a couple of inches below her breasts. They'd taken time to apply a little makeup, brushed her hair out into two pigtails, added some pink lipstick. She looked ridiculously hot and innocent at the same time. Colin was struck dumb. Dad gave her a wolf whistle.

She blushed. "Too much?"

I pushed back from the table. "Come here," I said, patting my lap.

Half a shirt and panties looked damn good on her. She snuggled into my lap. "Any plans for later?" she asked.

Aunt Marie swatted Colin upside the head. "Close your mouth, Colin. You're catching flies."

Penny looked over at him, "It's just panties, Colin. Get over it."

Dad chuckled. "Leave the boy alone. His reaction's perfectly natural. Baby girl's a real heart-breaker."

Aunt Marie ambled over, and sat in Dad's lap. Dad pulled her into position, getting comfortable, his hand on the inside of her thigh. I think Colin was going to have a heart attack. When she gave him a little kiss, nothing much, really, a weird strangled noise escaped my cousin.

She was facing her boy. "What would you think of us moving in with your Uncle Harold and Aunt Alice full-time?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah?" he mumbled.

Mom came strolling out and stood behind him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "What was that, 'yeah'? You don't like it here?"

"No, I mean, yeah, I mean, it would be great! For real?" he asked looking at his mother.

"We don't need that big house, and Jeremy's going to be gone. You'll be in school most of the time. Your aunt and I have been talking about it lately. Your uncle suggested it last night. It makes sense," Aunt Marie said.

When Mom sat in his lap, I thought we were going to lose him for sure. "Don't you think it'd be fun? All of us together? I could be like your second Mommy," Mom teased.

"Great. It would be great!" he squealed.

Mom laughed, and Penny slapped my hand away from slipping inside her shirt. "Behave, rotten thing," she hissed. Didn't stop her from wiggling her butt, driving me crazy.

"Colin thinks goin' down on a girl is gross," I said, tossing the verbal grenade out into the open.

"What!"

"Colin!"

"Jeremy..." he whined.

"I thought I raised you better that that!" Aunt Marie snapped.

Dad gave her a shake. "Listen to yourself, Marie. Did you ever even talk to him about it?"

"No, but I didn't raise him to be selfish!"

Mom was pouting. "Really. You think it would be gross?"

He was obviously sweating it. He glared at me, and I chuckled. Got an elbow in the ribs from Penny.

"I... I don't know. I never really thought about it, I guess," Colin mumbled.

"If you want to keep your girlfriend, maybe you should," Penny added, piling on.

"The other guys, they say it's sissy," he argued weakly.

Mom laughed. "What other guys? Whoever they are, they've probably never even had a real girlfriend. Do you think Jeremy and your uncle are sissies?"

He looked over at the two of us, "You guys..."

Dad laughed. "This ain't normal after-lunch conversation, but yeah."

Colin looked at me. "Hell yeah. Right, Penny?" I teased.

She blushed and nodded.

"You like it, don't you?"

She glared at me.

"Don't be ashamed to admit it. I don't mind saying I love doing it with you."

She leaned back into me, and smirked at Colin. "Lots. We do it lots. I love it." She put her lips to my ear, and bit my earlobe, hard. "I'll get you for embarrassing me."

I turned my face and kissed her. "I love you, silly girl."

She grinned. "You don't get off that easy." She wiggled herself to comfort, "I thought we could go for a ride, a little later."

"I bet. Who wants to see the new wheels this time?"

She giggled. "Everyone. Come on, Jeremy. It will be fun."

We left to get decent, while the mothers berated Colin for his misguided thinking.

We had a nice afternoon. Drove around, saw her friends. She let me drive a bit. It was so different from the Jeep, but I liked it. We stopped by the auto parts store, and we got her the steering wheel wrap she'd wanted, and picked out what she needed to wash and wax her car properly.

"It's brand new," she said, as I piled the material in her cart. "You think it needs waxing?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow, I'll show you how to do it properly."

We called home, and let them know when we'd be back. They offered to hold dinner for us. I was going to say no, when I found out Aunt Marie was going to make her chicken fried steak. Nobody, nobody, makes chicken fried steak like Aunt Marie. "The good version?" I asked. Sometimes she tried to make it 'healthy'.

Aunt Marie got on the phone. "My best version. Using rib eyes, your mother's country biscuits, homemade mashed. Colin's been peeling potatoes for an hour," she giggled.

"You trying to fatten me up?"

"Keepin' your energy up." Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "Tonight's our night, baby."

"We'll be there," I said. I turned to Penny. "Aunt Marie's chicken-fried steak. You don't want to miss this one. She only makes it a few times a year, says we'd all be rolling instead of walking, otherwise."

Alright. Things were getting out of control. Again. I had to add the extra leaf to the dining room table. We had a full house. I was warned to be on my best behavior from both moms.

As soon as we'd walked in, Penny had peeled away from me, and headed toward the kitchen. I looked her way, and saw the crowd. Both Moms of course, but Kelly was in there, working with them, and she smiled and waved at me. I waved back. It was only polite.

Dad and Colin were in the living room, Dad holding court, Colin hangin' on his every word. When Colin saw me walk in, he hopped up and went to the garage, returning with a beer for me. I sat down and talked to Dad about her car.

He gave me the same old guff about polishing it, and we argued about the best waxes. Colin sat on the floor, between us, taking it in.

Kelly came skipping over, cute as a button. "Dinner in 5 minutes. Beer with dinner, Aunt Alice says."

Aunt Alice? First time she'd even been in our house. These kids...

Dad looked over at me. "For the ladies?"

"Shiner light." We might play with other stuff, but Shiner was the house beer. Always dedicated one shelf of the beer fridge to it. "Colin?"

"Bock," Dad said.

I nodded. I got up and fetched the beers, 4 Lights, 1 Bock, 2 Black Lager.

At the table, I was interested in the politics of dinner. Who sat where. Dad and I had the ends, but tonight Mom was sitting next to Dad. Marie was next to her, near me. On the opposite side, Colin was bracketed by the girls, with Penny beside me. I wondered if that was intentional, keep Kelly as far from me as possible. Heck, I'd only flirted with her once.

It was a loud, raucous fun dinner, with Dad in rare form. His mood had made a 180 degree turn-around. Mom was attentive to him, and Kelly was surprisingly flirtatious. Colin appeared ecstatic. I wasn't doing too badly, either, with Aunt Marie and Penny teasing and flirting.

There was a lot of talk about college, since it was just around the corner, and four of us were headed off for the first time. The food was perfect, and Aunt Marie was blushing from all the compliments. Someone, or someones was playing footsie with me under the table. Damn, why couldn't life always be like that?

The guys had cleanup duty, but it was only the dinner dishes. With four girls in the kitchen, all the cookware had been taken care of. Dad only helped clear, then we chased him off, Colin and I finishing up.

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"You and Kelly doing Ok?" I asked.

He grinned. "Better than Ok. I only wish we'd gotten together sooner. She's leaving in a week and a half."

"You stickin' around after dinner?"

"Nah, I promised her we'd head up the mall and hang out. I gotta get her home before 10:00. She got in trouble last time we stayed out to late."

"You spending time at her house much?"

"Not really," he said.

"You should. Charm her mother. Get her on your side. It'll help."

"Why?"

"The problems like staying out late usually don't become such big problems, when her Mom's got your back. It's just good sense."

He nodded, closing the dishwasher. "Thanks. Maybe I'll drop in when I take her home."

"Not a bad idea. Don't make it too late. Get her home 15 minutes early." Damn, I was beginning to sound like Dad.

We wiped down the counters and joined the crowd outside. It was a nice night out, and there was more seating on the patio, than in the living room.

Penny hopped up when we got there, and I sat where she'd been, letting her climb in my lap afterward. Colin thanked Aunt Marie for dinner, and took Kelly by the hand. She seemed to be reluctant to leave, and made sure to give everyone hugs before she left. She was a nice girl. Colin was lucky.

Penny was the only one doing any lap sitting. The moms looked nice, but nothing too crazy. I was looking forward to getting my girl upstairs for a bit, when she shot me down. "I'm going out early tomorrow to get stuff for school. Gotta leave soon. Tomorrow afternoon's wide open," she said to me softly.

I pouted, and she giggled. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, Ok?"

"Promise?"

I got a toe-curling, tonsil cleaning. "Sealed with a kiss," she whispered.

She said her goodbyes as well, and I walked her to the car. "We'll wash your car tomorrow too. Half-time break," I teased.

"Looking forward to it." Another big kiss, and lots of rubbing, left me with a hardon, when she pulled out of the driveway.

Mom met me just inside the doorway. "Jeremy?"

I pulled her in my arms, quieting her with a kiss. "Mom?"

She gave me a sheepish grin. "I... I need to spend tonight with your father."

Reaching down, I gave her buns a nice little squeeze. "You don't have to explain it to me or make excuses, Mom. He's your husband."

"It's been too long. I have to do it."

"It's Ok. You should. It's cool."

"You're going to sleep with Marie, aren't you?"

"Yes. She's not you, but I love her damn near as much. You have a problem with it?"

She sighed. "I... I guess not."

"Good. Spend the night with him. I'd like you to come back to me tomorrow night."

She melted into me. "I will. I promise."

"Don't promise. See what Dad needs. Take care of him first. We've been pretty rough on him."

Mom snorted. "Rough? I gave him my sister, Jeremy!"

Not worth arguing that it was me who gave her to him. I grabbed Mom by the buns, and lifted her, making her squeal like a kid. "Body hug, Mom. Wrap me up."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles, and her arms encircled my neck. I gave her a big kiss, and started walking with her. "I'm heavy, Jeremy," Mom whined.

"No you aren't. Be good now," I said, giving her butt cheeks a good squeeze. I carried her out to the porch, where Aunt Marie was seated next to Dad, chatting. I stepped in front of Dad. "I think this is yours. I found it wandering around out front."

I leaned over and set her in his lap, as Mom let go of me. He laughed. "I was wondering where I'd misplaced her."

She turned wriggling to get comfy, while he pulled her in close.

I thought about it. If things had still been awkward between us, there could've been some bad ways to take the teasing. "Don't worry," I told him. "I'll keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't stray."

He nodded. "At least not beyond the house."

I sat beside him, and patted my lap. "Aunt Marie?"

She gave me a look like I was being presumptuous, but she made her way over. "Pretty sure of yourself."

I slipped my hand into her shirt, caressing her side. "You're the one that told me this was our night."

She proved to me once again, why she was the best kisser around. "I guess I did. You got a problem with that?"

I was going to make a joke, but couldn't. "No. I can't believe how lucky I am."

It was the perfect end to a fabulous day. The four of us, chatting easily, Dad and I holding our girls. The hugs and kisses. Talking about Colin and Kelly, school, plans for after the summer.

"What's the latest on Aunt Marie and Colin movin' in?" I asked.

"Seems like the smart thing to do," Dad said.

"We're going to get the house staged, and fix up our space here," Aunt Marie said. "Hope to put the house on the market in the next week or so. The old one is way more than we need."

Mom laughed. "And with Colin going off to college, you pretty much have to, don't you? Split the proceeds with Number Two? Wasn't that the deal?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "He has a name, Alice. Jeff wasn't a bad guy. The best of the lot."

"Isn't it a long commute to your job?" I asked.

"Silly. I don't need that job. I just kept it to keep me busy. I needed to interact with adults a little. I don't think I'll be working anymore. Maybe something fun, some non-profit perhaps. If I do, I'm sure I can find something nearby."

Dad nodded. "It's not any drain on this household. We can take care of them easily enough. We have the space."

"Especially with me moving a few hours away," I added.

Dad made an announcement. "I'm gonna go into the office for a half-day tomorrow. Get caught up on a few things."

"You sure, honey?" Mom asked.

"Yeah. I'm feeling a lot better. Most of the bruising is starting to fade. Only my hand is giving me any trouble, so I guess I'll be doing a lot of two-finger typing."

I got a little surprise. Aunt Marie was going to be moving into my room, once I left. Like the Master, it had its own bathroom, while the other two guest rooms shared a bathroom. "You don't mind, do you?" Aunt Marie asked.

"Which room do I get when I come back?"

Aunt Marie kissed me softly. "Ours."

Alright. That was clear enough. "Nope. I don't mind at all."

The girls laughed, and I got another nice kiss, a promise of more to come. Soon, if I had my way. "Mom, Dad, I'm feeling a little bushed. Think I'll head to bed. Thanks for a great day."

Aunt Marie gave Mom and Dad a hug and kiss, and waited for me to do the same. With Mom that is. Kind of old to be hugging and kissing Dad. I took my aunt by the hand and headed up.

In the bedroom, she fell into my arms. "I changed the sheets earlier. Your old ones seemed to be getting a little overused. You might think about that in the future. Women like me and your Mom like clean sheets. I imagine Penny probably does as well."

"Got it. Understood. Message delivered and accepted. New sheets. Every day I think. I hope Mom doesn't get pissed about all the laundry. I usually only change them Sundays."

"She'll be fine. Besides, she has someone to help with the laundry now."

I started undressing, and Aunt Marie did the same. "What do you want to do tonight, Jeremy? It's your fantasy."

"I just want to love you. I'll go down on you if you want, but all I really want to do is make love to you. Nothing crazy. Not tonight."

She smiled. "Sounds like a wonderful plan to me."

Lying on her back, Aunt Marie's breasts didn't seem quite so huge. Still fun to play with, but almost normal. Positioned between her legs, gazing down on her pretty face, so much like Mom's, I was reliving hundreds of my dreams. I was hard as soon as I had her undressed, and she was definitely ready for me, when I went to put my cock inside of her.

I rubbed up and down her slit, and eased the head in. She was deliciously tight, but not painfully so. She took half my length with no problem. Properly situated, I leaned over her, gazing into her eyes. "Do you have any idea how many thousands of times I've dreamed of this, Aunt Marie?"

She smiled. "Marie. Just Marie, when we're in bed, baby boy."

"Marie. I love you so much, Marie."

"Show me, Jeremy. Show me your love."

I did, lying on top of her, our bodies never breaking contact, kissing her frequently, feeling her hands wandering my torso. Twice, I showed her, without a break.

We'd been at it a while, when I saw the tears start.

"What's wrong, Marie?" I asked, slowing down.

"Nothing, Jeremy. Absolutely nothing. It's perfect. I... God, I don't thing I've ever felt so adored."

I pressed my lips to hers, then kissed every inch of her face, while I continued pumping her. "Get used to it. You're the best Aunt a boy could have. You were always there for me. Hell, even when I fucked up, like with Penny the first time, you came to me, and helped make things right, even after..."

"Shh. Jeremy. You don't need to explain it. I know. Don't you think I know? Just love me, baby."

She hadn't come for me, and I wanted her to. Needed her to. I started fucking her harder, changing position, trying to find what worked. She grabbed my hips and stopped me. "No baby. Keep it like it was, please?"

"You didn't come," I explained, settling back down and easing in and out again.

She smiled, her hand touching my cheek lightly. "You're so young. So sweet." She pulled me down for a soft kiss. "I don't want to come. I could easily, but this, what you're doing is what I want now. I need to experience it, feel the love, not the passion. Trust me sugar, you and I will have our moments of passion. This one's for the heart, not the pussy."

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, giving me her body. "Worship me, love me, adore me. Let me feel it. It's been so long... so very long."

So that's what I did. Slow, easy love, trying to let her know with every stroke, all she'd ever meant to me. How I loved her, and always would. We'd been at it a long time, continuing straight through my first orgasm, with barely a pause, except for the few moments I held myself still, buried inside her, filling her.

My second time was building toward a big one. I saw her smile, as my motions became a little more aggressive. She pulled her legs back, and urged me on. "Now, Jeremy. Take me. Make me yours. Deep and hard, baby. Claim me."

I groaned leaning over her and pounding into her. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, squeezing me. I stared into her eyes, seeing her love, her passion for me. "Mine, Marie," I groaned.

"Yours Jeremy."

"Mine!"

She nodded, whimpering softly as I pounded into her as hard as I could. Painfully so. I was close, very close, and I knew that she knew it.

She gasped, and a soft cry escaped her lips. "Mine," I growled. "Mine, mine, mine."

She was responding, but almost seemed to be fighting it. "J...J...Jer... emy," she gasped, a litany of tiny grunts escaping her lips. "No... don't... don't make me."

I pulled her legs back, resting my weight on her, my head beside hers, my hips driving into her, all of me, claiming her. Making Aunt Marie mine.

I felt her fingernails dig into my skin, her tight pussy spasming around my cock. She turned her head away, shaking, trembling, clinging to me with all her strength. "Mine!" I barked harshly, as I lost control, erupting inside of her. I bit down on her neck, and she screamed out. She gasped, holding her breath, her entire body stiffening. I was as deep as I could get, but kept pushing, grinding into her, trying to get a little further, and I felt the abrupt slackness as her body released.

I looked into her face and got nervous. She wasn't breathing, wasn't moving. I released her legs, and they flopped to the side. I turned her face, toward me, kissing her gently. "Marie? Aunt Marie?"

My hips had a mind of their own, slowly pumping away, while I spoke to her softly, trying to bring her back from wherever she'd gone. I felt a shiver through her body and she turned her head, her eyes flickering. Her hand reached up to my neck, pulling me down as she gasped, my face buried in her neck. She moaned, and released my head. I moved my face over hers, kissing her tenderly. Or that's what I intended.

She returned the kiss with a passion I hadn't seen from her, arms pulling my torso down, finger digging into my back. She cried out, her nails dragging down my back, her hips pounding up against the last remains of my erection.

I eased back on the kiss, my lips brushing hers. "Shh," I whispered, my hand stroking her face, my hips slowed to a halt, leaving me buried inside of her.

"God," she gasped, squeezing me tight. She shuddered, and looked into my eyes, "How do you do that?" she gasped. "Make me feel like that?"

My arms were getting tired, keeping my weight off of her. Another short kiss, before I rolled off of her, laying still. I felt her hand search out mine, fingers intertwining.

We lay quietly, catching our breath. My heart-rate had barely returned to normal when Aunt Marie cuddled up to me, nice and close, leg on top of mine, head on my shoulder. "Hold me, Jeremy," she purred.

I adjusted her a little, my arm hugging her close. I kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Aunt Marie."

Her lips pressed against my chest. "I know, baby. We've all known it forever. I love you too."

I chuckled. "Was it that obvious?"

"Please. Are you kidding? Like a puppy dog, you were, for years."

"Not too irritating I hope."

Her hand was caressing my chest, her leg moving slowly brushing the inside of her thigh against mine. "I loved it. Loved you. To be that special to someone is, I don't know, fulfilling? Ego-gratifying. Whenever my life was in any kind of crisis, I could always count on my Jeremy to lift my mood. Your calls to me, telling me what was going on in your life, God, they were wonderful." She lifted her head, lips offered up, and I kissed her. Softly, lovingly. She chuckled afterward. "Gotta admit. I never expected this."

"Me neither," I confessed. "Fantasized, yeah. But the thought that it could ever be real? Holding you like this? Making love to you? Impossible."

She struggled to cuddle in closer. I don't know how she figured on doing it. She'd have to crawl into my skin to get any nearer. "Not quite impossible, I guess," she teased.

She closed her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder. "Can we go to sleep like this, baby?" she murmured softly.

"Of course. There's nothing I'd like better."

I woke spooning her. Half asleep, her warm body pressed to mine, my arms wrapped around her. Her hair was in my face, and I carefully brushed it away. I was hard, and pressed my erection against her firm butt. I was trying to be quiet and subtle, but I guess that didn't work out so well.

She shifted her top leg, bringing it nearly up to her chest. "Gentle, baby," she mumbled, pressing her rear against me.

I rubbed my erection between her legs, back and forth across her nether-lips. She was quiet, murmuring a sweet little "Mmmm" every now and then. I took my cock in hand, rubbing her more seriously, pressing the head against her opening, probing her, opening her little by little. On one of my rubs, I felt the head enter her. I shifted a little lower and pushed firmly lodging a few inches inside of her.

"So good," she murmured.

Good for me, too. I found a nice comfortable position, held her in my arms, and slowly had my way with her. Fabulous. Easy, deliciously sexy, most of my cock sliding in and out of her, feeling her wetness growing.

I heard her big sigh, and felt her shift a little. She pressed back against my thrusts, and I was all the way in. "Mmmm. I could wake up like this every morning," she said.

"Love you, Marie," I whispered.

"Don't I know it. Easy baby. Nice and easy. Hold me and love me."

We kept it up for a nice while. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or proud, when I realized she had fallen asleep in my arms. I thrust in deeply, and held her, resting.

It was an amazing fantasy world, half awake, half asleep. Holding her, pumping her gently. Concentrating on the feeling of being inside of her. Holding her breast. My face tucked into her neck. As I got more aggressive, I felt her start to respond, still half asleep.

My fantasy world was shattered with the opening of a door.

"Jeremy? Have you seen my... Mom!" Colin gasped from the doorway.

Aunt Marie tugged the sheet up a bit. "Morning, Colin," she said calmly. "Are you the only one up?"

"Mom?" he whined.

Aunt Marie sighed, and her hand under the covers reached out and grabbed my hip. I hadn't even realized I was still thrusting inside of her. Her motion made me stop. She cuddled back into me, and patted the bed beside her. "Come in, baby. I... guess this is a bit of a surprise for you."

He stumbled in slowly, sitting down, head bowed.

"You have a good time with Kelly, last night?" she asked. I couldn't resist giving a little thrust inside of her. She felt too damn good to stop completely.

"Yeah, I stopped in and watched a movie with the family. It was fun. Had some popcorn and soda."

"That's wonderful, dear," she said softly, her head resting on my arm.

"Mom, what's going on?" he whined.

"Just cuddling with your cousin," she said. I was being bad, squeezing her tit, and pumping her a little more thoroughly.

"Is this why you want us to live here?" he asked.

She sighed shifting a little back toward me, turning to face her son. She pulled the sheet up almost to our necks. "Part of it. I... I'll probably be sleeping with your uncle and Jeremy here." She grabbed my hip again to slow me down, I guess I was getting a little carried away. "I'm tired of being alone, Colin. I love these men. Can you understand that?"

"But Mom! Jeremy's my age. He's my cousin."

"It's complicated. We have to keep it a secret. Just for this house, you understand. Jeremy's my boyfriend."

"But he has Penny!"

Aunt Marie chuckled. "Yes. That makes it perfect. He has his girlfriend for in public, and me here at home." She sighed. "He'll be going off to college, soon, but whenever he comes home, this will be our room. His and mine."

Colin was looking at me in confusion. "You said Uncle Harold too?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "Whenever Aunt Alice will let me. It won't be as often, she's his wife."

"I... I don't understand," he whined.

"Baby, it's simple. I'm theirs. Harold and Jeremy. It's what I want. It doesn't change anything with you. Not between you and me, or you and your cousin. Nothing has to change with any of us. We all still love each other like we always have."

I couldn't take holding still, and held her hip, pushing deep inside her, and slowly pumping her again. I know it was incredibly naughty, but I couldn't help myself.

Colin faced me for the first time. "Jeremy?"

"Your Mom's a gorgeous, sexy woman, you have to know that, Colin," I said.

"I know but.."

"She should never have to sleep alone. Never. It's a crime. As long as I'm around, she never will. I love her. She's my favorite person in the whole wide world. She always has been."

"This is so weird," he mumbled.

Marie reached out and grabbed his hand. "It's alright, Colin. We'll talk about it later. Why don't you go clean up and get dressed. Alice and I will be down in a while to make breakfast. I can't believe she's not up yet, I thought Harold was going in to work today."

"Half day," I reminded her, kissing her neck.

"Oh. That's right. Well, we'll be down in a bit, alright?"

Colin nodded and got up, closing the door behind him.

I pulled out of Aunt Marie, rolled her on her back, and climbed between her legs. I was thrusting away inside of her, before the echo of Colin's footsteps in the hall disappeared.

Aunt Marie sighed. "That's not how I expected the conversation to come about." She swatted my arm. "Very naughty of you, Jeremy. Sticking your big thingy inside me, while I was talking to my boy."

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"Irresistible, remember?" I leaned down and kissed her.

She chuckled. "We're really going to have to do something about your morning breath, Dear. No kissing until after cleanup."

I shushed her, and starting screwing her harder. Long, firm strokes, which she had no problem taking all of. Like Mom. I closed my eyes, and fucked my aunt. Fucked her hard. I was selfish, not worrying about her needs, only determined to have my way with her. After a few minutes, I felt the end approaching, sped up my strokes until I lost it, filling her.

She smiled for me. "Feeling better now, horndog?"

"Much. You're right. This is the best way in the world to start every morning."

She gave me a little push, and I climbed off of her. "I'm gonna take a bath. In Alice's room. Why don't you clean up and keep Colin company?"

"Awkward," I said.

"Yeah. Probably. You two need to work it out. We're not going to be hiding much in the next week and a half."

She got up and disappeared in the bathroom. Came out wearing my robe, which was way too big for her. "Get up, lazy bones. Clean up and check on my boy. For me, Ok?"

"Of course."

She smiled. "If you'd been a little quicker about it, I would have kissed you." She blew me a kiss, and headed out the door.

I showered, brushed my teeth thoroughly, flossed, and gargled. I got the hint. Then I braced myself to face Colin.

He was sitting on the couch, watching me as I came down the stairs. "Yo, come help me make breakfast. Let's give the Moms a break," I called out on the way to the kitchen.

He wasn't much help, but he did set the table, and he started talking.

"You and Mom?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Do you, I mean, you're sleeping, but are you..."

"Everything, Colin. Your Mom is amazing."

He was quiet for a bit. "Is she? Really good? I mean, I know she's pretty..."

"Colin, your Mom is incredible. You've gotta know I've always had a thing for her."

He nodded. "I know, but I figured it was like me and your Mom. A fantasy, but, well you know, impossible. Then I got Kelly, and I guess my fantasies changed. You have Penny now, so I figured, you know."

I was making Dad's SOS. Shit On a Shingle, he called it. Creamed beef on toast. But we usually used a mixture of beef and venison if we had it. I was using some of our hog. The meat was finished browning, and I poured off the grease.

"Penny's great. I love her to death. I love your Mom too. Different, I guess. Penny's my girl. Your Mom is, I don't know, my woman? My fantasy come to life."

"This is so weird," he said.

"I know. Unexpected. We gotta keep it in the family, Ok?"

I started the gravy for the concoction. "Can you make some toast? Lots really, like 10 slices. And stir the pan every now and then. I'm gonna make sure everyone else is up."

Mom and Dad's door was open. I opened it to find both the sister's cuddling up to Dad, chatting away. All were naked. Talk about feeling jealous. "Break it up. Breakfast will be ready in less than 10 minutes."

Mom grinned. "You made breakfast?"

"Dad's SOS, and I'm gonna scramble up some eggs. Don't be long you heathens," I teased.

Mom and Aunt Marie laughed. Aunt Marie hopped up. "My bath's been ready for a while. I hope it didn't get cold."

Mom was stretching. "I think I'll join you. You can wash my back."

Aunt Marie jogged on her tip-toes into the bathroom. "No way, Sissy. You can wash mine."

I left them to their play, and went down to make sure breakfast hadn't exploded.

They took longer than I expected, but it was easy to keep the SOS warm over the burner on low, and the toast and eggs were in the oven staying warm. Dad was the first one down. I could see he was starting to move better. "Smells good," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Even though he was the first one down, he was the only one fully dressed. Prepared for work, I suppose. If so, he was going in late. It was after 9:00. I heard the Mom's moving about, laughing. I poured them each their coffee, and had Colin put the mugs on the table. We brought the food to the table. "Get their drink orders," I told Colin, as I brought out the huge pan of SOS.

The moms were almost dressed. Shorts and dad's shirts. I recognized that Aunt Marie was wearing one of Mom's shorts. I got a kiss on the cheek from each of them as they sat down. I ladled the creamed beef onto Dad's plate, then about a half serving to Mom and Aunt Marie. The eggs were getting passed around and Colin was setting out juice and water for whoever wanted them.

"What's the occasion?" Mom asked.

"Best Mom's in the World Day," I told her. "You're always waiting on us, I figure we can return the favor every now and then, right Colin?"

The mom's sat side-by-side, opposite Colin. Aunt Marie was at my end again. Dad was grinning at me. "What?" I asked.

"You're in a good mood today," his eyes glanced over at Aunt Marie.

"Oh, and you're not?" I pointedly looked at both of the sisters.

The moms put their heads together, whispering, giggling.

"Hey! No fair, Mom. No secrets at the table. It's your own rule."

She gave me a grin. "She who makes the rules, decides who breaks the rules. The rule still stands, except it doesn't apply to siblings. I thought that part was obvious."

Aunt Marie looked across the table at Colin. "Plans for this afternoon?"

He shook his head, shoveling eggs into his mouth.

"Good. You need to go by the house and pack up some things. You can't wear the same shirt and underwear every day."

He turned red. "How much?" he asked.

"Most of your clothes. I'll give you some boxes and bags for your stuff. I want you to get started right after breakfast. Alice and I will head over later to get my stuff, and to take care of whatever's in the fridge."

Mom looked over at me. "How about you?"

"Penny this afternoon. That's about it."

"Good. We have some chores for you as well. You need to get some of the boxes out of the attic. I'm pretty sure we still have a couple of those wardrobe moving boxes up there."

Dad chuckled.

"Laugh it up Dad. Very funny. Ha-ha," I said.

The attic was our disaster area. For a family that believes in a place for everything, and everything in its place, the attic was the exception. It was impossible to find anything. In mid-summer, it was like 140 degrees up there.

"You might try looking for my left-handed smoke shifter, while you're up there," Dad teased. I'd already chased that mythological item once as a Tenderfoot in the Scouts.

"No problem. I'll leave it with your Bosun's Punch. I think Uncle Harry said you'd found one of those."

"Smart ass," Dad replied, but at least he was grinning.

"The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree," I reminded him.

It was pretty clear we'd lost the rest of the table by then, and things got back to normal.

Mom got up to clear the table. "We've got this, Mom. This is your break day," I told her.

Colin gave me a bit of a glare, but the moms seemed happy.

By the time we had cleared everything, put away the leftovers and washed the dishes, Dad had his laptop out, checking his email I suppose. Mom and Aunt Marie took their coffees out to the porch, to join him. Colin and I checked in before tackling our new chores.

"There's a pile of collapsed boxes behind your father's stand-up tool chest," Mom said. "Help Colin load those up, and give him the black luggage set for packing."

Aunt Marie added, "Colin, I need you to neatly load everything in my tall dresser into the three large pieces of luggage, when you finish your stuff."

"Mom! Between my stuff and yours, that's going to take all afternoon!"

"Hush now. It won't take more'n two or three hours, if you don't dilly-dally," Aunt Marie told him. "One of the boxes has two levels of dividers. You'll have to put it together. My shoes go in there, one pair to a opening. Be careful with them, I don't want 'em all scuffed up."

"But Mom!"

Mom grinned. "Would you rather spend the next couple of hours up in the attic?" She glanced over at me.

Colin shook his head.

"Well get to it then, time's a wastin'," Aunt Marie said.

"This sucks," Colin whined as we headed to the garage.

"Just be happy you're not gonna be workin' in the sauna. I know as soon as I'm up there, Mom's gonna have a bunch of things she wants me to find. Happens every stinkin' time."

I loaded up the boxes, and pulled down the luggage from the overhead racks hanging from the ceiling above the garage doors, where we kept them. Filled the back of their SUV. We were just finishing up when Mom showed up. Dad was right behind, on his way to the office. "There's some packing paper over the sports cabinet, Jeremy. Why don't you get that down as well."

I friggin' knew it. I should have told her I had plans. Anything. We finally got Colin loaded up and out the door. Dad said his goodbyes, while Mom said she had a few other things she needed from the attic, leaving Dad chuckling as he got in the car. Mom was grinning. She was enjoying this. "The boxes, Jeremy?"

I sighed, and headed back in. Pulled down the attic access stairs in the upstairs hallway. The heat hit me like a blast furnace. I climbed the stupid ladder, and turned on the light.

"You might try looking to the right," Mom called up to me.

Just a few feet away were a stack of boxes. The metal rods for the wardrobe boxes were on top. "If you can, find the pressure cooker and canning jars. I think I'm going to make another batch of salsa," Mom added.

The pressure cooker was sitting on top of the two boxes of canning jars, right behind the moving boxes. Weird. "Alright," I told her.

"Oh, and while you're up there—"

"Mom!"

"—see if you can find your father's turkey fryer."

Crap. I was going to be up there forever. We'd looked for that last Thanksgiving with no success. I sighed, grabbed the boxes and started carrying them down. Three trips up and down for all the boxes. When I grabbed the pressure cooker. I saw a big box labeled 'turkey fryer' was right behind it. That didn't make sense. We'd looked all over for it. Then again, we weren't looking for it in a box, and there it was, labeled clear as day. Another five minutes and I had the canning jars and fryer down. It hadn't taken 15 minutes, and I was already sweating like a stuck pig.

Mom was busy carrying the canning stuff downstairs, and Aunt Marie had an armload of boxes. "Be a dear, and take the fryer out to the garage," Mom said.

I closed up the ladder access, and took the big box out.

Mom and Aunt Marie were waiting for me in the living room, wearing huge grins. That and panties. That's all. My chin nearly hit the floor. Aunt Marie walked up and gave me a Monster Energy drink. Mom approached and grabbed my chin, tugging down. "Open up."

I opened my mouth and she put something in it. "Drink up," she said.

I drank down about half the drink, and some kind of pill. I was already thirsty from the few minutes I'd spent up in the attic.

"You're soaked," Aunt Marie said. "Why don't you give me that stinky sweaty stuff and I'll put it in the laundry, with ours."

I peeled off my shirt. "What's going on?"

Alright. I guess I can be dense. Mom heaved a big exagerrated sigh. "With the afternoon's chores out of the way, what ever will be do with our time?"

"Shorts too," Aunt Marie said.

I removed my shorts, and passed them over. Aunt Marie tossed my dirty clothes in the direction of the kitchen. Both moms started giggling, and Mom took me by the hand, leading me up the stairs. Aunt Marie grabbed my other one and followed.

I was taken directly to the Master bath. Aunt Marie started the shower, and Mom pulled out a big stack of towels. Big. Maybe half a dozen of them. Then Aunt Marie was dragging me under the hot water, and I noticed she'd lost her panties. I was barely in, when I felt Mom push up against me, closing the door behind us.

Their hands started soaping me up, teasing me. I got a quick little kiss from Aunt Marie, then one from Mom. Aunt Marie was trying to wash me with her breasts, giggling.

"Alright, when'd you find all that stuff?" I asked Mom.

"Whatever could you mean Jeremy? It takes forever to find anything up there."

"Seriously, Mom."

She pulled me down for one of her Mommy kisses, and Aunt Marie had switched to soaping up my erection. "When we put away the linens and kitchen things from the cabin."

It felt weird to have someone else's hand rubbing between my butt-cheeks. I wasn't complaining, it was just weird.

The next thing I know, I was being rinsed, the water's shut off, and I'm standing in the bathroom getting towel dried, by two naked MILFs. It was surreal, I was their plaything, being guided along willingly.

"What's going on, Mom?" I asked, curious, but not wanting to rock the boat.

Mom smiled. "Marie and I have a few things we'd like to teach each other. You're going to be our practice dummy. Is that Ok with you?"

I glanced at Aunt Marie, and she nodded, giving her lips a teasing lick. "Works for me."

The sisters giggled, and dragged me into Mom's bed. I was situated in the middle, propped up with a couple of pillows. Mom and Aunt Marie were near the end of the bed facing me. Mom was between my legs, rubbing my thighs, with Aunt Marie to my left.

Mom looked up at me. "We're in no rush, Jeremy, Ok? We want to take our time. Try to relax, and if we ask you any questions, be brutally honest. This may not be the sexiest play session ever, but we'll make it up to you, right Marie?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "In spades, I promise. Be patient with me, Ok, lover?"

"Of course. You've been patient with me forever. It's the least I can do."

After that, it was like I was little more than a cock platform. They talked to each other, giggling, serious, playful.

"Ok, teach me one of these secrets," Aunt Marie told her.

Mom shook her head. "Not yet. We'd both be wasting our time. I told you, attitude is 90% of the job. We gotta work on that first. Then we'll add the bells and whistles. Remember Penny?"

Marie nodded. "Pretty impressive."

"You saw how he reacted?"

Aunt Marie nodded.

"She was right. I love my boy. Love him with all my heart. I'll do anything to make him happy. He needs to know that. When I'm down here, between his legs, that's my primary mission. Let him know he's loved and adored. Him and his wonderful toy."

Mom took a few minutes to take care of me, in full adoration mode. Touching, kissing, rubbing her face, her lips against my cock, gazing up at me on occasion, but almost all of her attention focused on my straining cock. Maybe 4 minutes on the clock, but an eternity in action. At the end of that time, she still hadn't taken me in her mouth.

She looked up at me. "Good Jeremy? On a scale of 1 to 10?"

"Ten Mom. You're always a 10 in adoration mode."

She grinned. "That's cute. You have a name for the prelude? Adoration mode?"

"Yeah. When you're doing that, and it seems like you're absolutely in love with my cock, adoring it. It's insane how hot that is."

Mom turned to Aunt Marie. "That's where we start. No tricks or anything."

Aunt Marie wore a puzzled look. "But you didn't even start. You didn't suck him or anything."

"Sucking's not critical. Hell, I could get him to come without ever taking him in my mouth or using my hands on him."

"Bullshit, Alice. It's hard enough using both."

"Wanna bet?"

Aunt Marie looked a little nervous. "Bet what?"

While they were thinking about it, I had an idea. "The loser is my slave for the rest of the day."

They both looked up at me, surprised. "What?" "You're kidding!" "No way!"

"Chicken, Mom? Think you can't do it? I don't think you can." I knew that would get to her.

Mom got a determined look on her face. "Of course I can't do it, but..."

"How about you, Aunt Marie? You don't want to see me controlling her? Making her blow me on the patio after dinner, with everyone sitting around watching?"

Aunt Marie's surprised look turned to shock. "With everyone there?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah. That would be seriously hot."

Mom looked at Aunt Marie. "Think twice, Marie. 'Cause you're going to be the one doing it."

"Can we have some ground rules about the slave thing?" Aunt Marie asked.

"No. No way. That would kind of ruin the whole 'slave' aspect. You're going to have to trust me. You both trust me, don't you?"

Mom nodded. "Of course, baby. It's just that, I mean with the whole family around, we really should limit it to the bedroom."

Aunt Marie chuckled. "Cluck-cluck-cluck. Who's chicken now, Sissy?"

Mom glared at her. "I was saying that for your sake, Marie. Never mind. Full slave it is. Until midnight."

"You don't get all afternoon to get him off, either."

"Ten minutes? You know that's pretty fast for him," Mom said.

Aunt Marie nodded. "Ten minutes." She looked at the clock. "You can start now. The 10 minutes starts in... 20 seconds."

Mom started by climbing up the bed, and kissing me softly. "You need to come for me, baby. Don't hold back. This is important. She needs to see it's not the action but the whole attitude and emotion that makes it work. Alright, baby?"

I gave her a thoughtful look. "I really would love to have you for my slave, Mom."

She blushed. "Come fast for me, make it good, and this weekend, I'll be your slave for a day. But we've got to show her, baby."

That was an offer too good to deny. A Two-for-one. "Alright Mom. I won't hold back. But you better make it good."

She kissed me deeply, rubbing against my cock. "The best. I do adore you. You and that beautiful cock," she whispered.

She slowly worked her way down my body, kissing my chest, my abs, touching me, licking me. I looked over and she'd already burned two minutes, but I was getting into it.

She used her face, her lips, her tongue, her hair, her cheeks. Constant, fleeting contact with my cock. Her hands glided across my skin, caressing me. My abs, hips, sides, thighs, my balls.

Her tongue, especially, was a devilish thing. She spent a long time using it to tease the head, the crest, torturing me. The world for her had disappeared, leaving a little singularity, just her head and my cock. I knew nothing else mattered in the world. Time was not an issue. I thought she'd be in a hurry, but it seemed just the opposite. With four minutes to go I was already sweating, moaning.

Mom didn't slow down, didn't even acknowledge my state. She was mumbling to herself, talking to my cock, rubbing her lips up and down my length. Mom pushed my legs further apart, taking a few moment to treasure my balls, licking and sucking.

Then she cheated. Not by the rules, she stuck to them, but to the essence of the matter.

Mom licked her finger and eased it into my bottom. While she was licking the head again, her breath warm and teasing, her finger was petting me, stroking the inside, searching out my prostrate, and milking it.

I groaned, ending with a whimper.

Aunt Marie was watching from only a few inches away, obviously enthralled. I reached down and stroked her hair, getting a surprised look from her. "My love slave," I moaned softly.

Mom's tongue was lashing away at the head of my cock. Her finger was doing crazy things to me, making my hips jerk involuntarily. I started to hold back a little, wanting to make it last.

Mom looked up. "It's time, my love. Feed me. Feed Mommy." She pressed her lips together on top of my cock, sucking away at the very tip.

I gasped and felt the cum launch from deep within me. Mom's lips captured it, sucking noisily, mixing air with my load. Her finger inside me was stroking firmly and slowly, coaxing out more.

After a few more shots, she took mercy on me, extracting her finger. I gasped, slowly settling my hips down to the bed, my heart pounding madly. Mom opened her mouth, and my cum slid out from between her lips, cascading over my cock head, pouring down my shaft.

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"Time?" Mom asked.

"Eight and a half minutes," Aunt Marie answered softly.

Mom's mouth opened, and she took me in, quickly all the way to the root, making me gasp loudly. She gave me a few seconds of the Tunnel-of-Love, then took her time backing off, sucking and swallowing, her tongue active. When she finally broke free, my cock was clean as a whistle, and aching for more.

Mom had a ridiculously content look on her face. "Believe me now?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "I have a lot to learn don't I?"

Mom pulled her over, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You do, but you've got good teachers, and a great practice target."

"Teachers?"

"We'll get Penny to work with you too. I'm telling you, the girl is a natural. A freak."

Mom climbed out from between my legs, staying close, her breasts pressed against my right thigh, her hand stroking me gently. "We know you're not a big fan of oral, at least not giving," Mom said. "Tell me why? What's it like for you, what does it mean?"

Aunt Marie stretched out, mirroring Mom's position. "I don't know. It always seemed, belittling, degrading. Uncomfortable. I don't like someone poking at the back of my throat, making me gag. I... the first couple of times I tried, it was ugly. Dirty, and not in a good way."

"Dirty, how?" Mom asked curious.

"Smelly. Sweaty. Tasted like pee. Itchy hair. Made me want to puke."

"Does Jeremy's make you feel that way?"

Aunt Marie smiled, kissing my hip. "No. Just the opposite. I like it. I never really thought I would."

"Show him, Marie. Just for a minute. Forget everything else, and let him know, without words, that you love his cock."

Aunt Marie peeked up at me, and I brushed her hair back. "I love you, Marie. Love you so much," I told her, holding her eyes with mine.

She gave me a smile, looked down at my cock, and for a couple of incredible minutes, she told me she loved me too, without saying a word.

Aunt Marie loved my cock, rubbing against it, actually purring. She licked the length of my shaft, then rubbed it against her cheek. She stopped moving for a second, and inhaled deeply through her nose. I saw her tremble, then rub my cock all over her face. I groaned, my cock was once again as hard as granite.

Mom cuddled up to her, kissing Aunt Marie on the cheek, then claiming one side of my shaft, while Marie kept rubbing, kissing, licking teasing, whimpering softly.

"It's wonderful, isn't it."

"My Jeremy," Aunt Marie whispered.

"I know," Mom said. "Love him, Marie. Love our boy."

It was the most beautiful agony. The two of them, adoring my cock, neither sucking me, no naughty finger urging more. The pair of beautiful faces, so similar, gazing into each other's eyes, displaying their love.

Aunt Marie climbed up the bed, her lips descending on mine. Her eyes were wet, shining. "I do love you, you know?" she whispered.

"Of course. Like I love you." I kissed her. "The best aunt ever. It's why I've always been able to talk to you about anything. Everything. You would never hurt me, never steer me wrong." I reached down and grabbed Mom by the hair, slowing her actions, giving her a little shake to stop her from sucking me any better. I knew she was doing it to show off.

"Behave, Mom," I told her, my eyes still locked with Aunt Marie's. "My favorite, my fantasy," I whispered to Aunt Marie.

She smiled, but then looked down at Mom, nodding in that direction.

"My Mom. What more is there, Marie?"

She nodded, and kissed me softly. "I'll always be second."

"No, you'll always be different. I love you as much as I could love anyone, but it's different. Different than Mom. Different than Penny. Three different loves, none of which could ever be like the other."

Mom was behaving better, a smooth, easy sucking, no specials. I could see she was watching us, listening in. Nosy, ornery thing.

"I... I still don't understand it. I know you love her best."

I kissed my aunt slowly deeply, remembering all the fantasies. "Let me tell you how I feel when I wake up with each of you in my arms." I tapped Mom on the head, "Come up here Mom, for a second."

She gave me a last teasing suck, before lying beside me. I gave Aunt Marie a peck on the lips. "Be patient now, I... I have a hard time understanding this myself." I rolled toward Mom, cuddling up to her, pulling her in close, burying my face in her hair.

"When I wake up with Mom, it's like nothing else in the world. Complete serenity. A calm, all encompassing happiness like no other. I'm home. I don't know how else to explain it. It's where I belong, where I've always been able to retreat to. I've always been close to Dad, but if I got hurt, Dad would tell me to be a man. Mom would hold me, and make the pain go away. She could share my pain. I knew it hurt her as much as it did me.

"Waking up, holding Mom, I know that everything's going to be alright. Nothing will ever hurt me. And at the same time, I know I'd never let anything hurt her. Nothing. I'd kill for her, I'd die for her. I'd do anything, anything for my Mom. And I know, deep down, it's a two-way street. I love her, not with my brain, not with my heart, but with every essence of my being."

I looked down, and tears were running down her face. I tilted her chin up, and my lips caressed hers gently. "I love you, Mom."

I freed myself, rolling over. "Turn around, Marie."

She rolled over, her back to me, and I spooned in close, wrapping my arms around her, touching as much of her body as possible.

"Waking with you, Marie, is different. Even when you sneak into my bed, moments after I'm awake, before I'm fully aware, I know it's you. My fantasy. My best friend. In my arms. A dream come true. I feel a joy that's hard to explain. Sometimes it gives me goosebumps. You, in my embrace. With Mom, it's where I'm supposed to be. With you, it's the complete opposite. Impossible. It can't really be true. You, in my arms, with me. Mine. Inconceivable."

I started kissing her shoulder, my hand squeezing her tit. "All I could ever want in the world. My fantasy for so many years. The friend that always was there for me, helping me, guiding me, a mentor, a shoulder to cry on. So many different things. It blows my mind to think of all the ways I love you, one piled on top of the other. With Mom, it's one single deep all encompassing love. With you, it's layers and layers of different ways I love you."

I was still hard, and I scooted down, pressing in between her legs, searching for home. I felt her fingers guide my head into her, and I sank in. Pushing, joining her at a new level.

"Half asleep, holding you, a deep-seated, complete joy and satisfaction enfolds me. I have to touch you, feel you, squeeze your amazing tits, taste your soft skin, smell you, feel myself inside of you, just to let me know it's real, and that I'm not still dreaming." I started stroking into her, lifting her leg, probing deeper.

"I... I know it doesn't make sense. The love, this love, loving you, is wonderful, but only a part of it. There's some of the serenity I get with Mom, the closeness of my special friend, the ecstasy of enjoying my fantasy, the trust, at a level that only Mom and Dad can share."

I kissed her neck, biting her, thrusting harder. "There's a downside to it, and I'm sorry about that. I know you. Know you will be there for me always. I could leave for five years, come back and hold you and nothing would have changed. So sometimes I take you for granted. I don't mean to, but I don't have to prove myself to you. I know that you'll always love me, and I'll always love you. And I... I sometimes..." I started choking up. "I'm sorry, Marie. You deserve better. I'm so sorry."

Then I was in her arms, face buried between her tits, her leg over mine, pulling me in close. I felt her face pressed against my hair.

"No, Jeremy. It's Ok. I understand. I do. You're right. I'll always be here for you. I don't need your reassurance, or little reminders. I'll always see you as the baby on my breast, the toddler holding my skirt. The little boy trying to impress me, showing off. The tween with that look of fascination, infatuation. My teen buddy, calling on the phone to share his world, seeking me out for advice. Trusting me completely and without any reservation. Sharing his joys and failures. Working so hard to make things right between my sister and me. Placing my needs above even his own. I'll always love you, always be here for you. I don't need any more proof of your love, Jeremy. I've seen it in everything you do, since you were born."

Mom was behind me, cuddled in close, kissing me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I... I've always been so jealous. Jealous of what you two shared. I had to be the Mom, make the rules, lay down the law. She got to be your friend. You shared what was going in your life with her, while I stood on the sidelines, watching. Until the last few weeks. Then you were mine. All mine, and I didn't want to share. Finally you talked to me, told me everything, and I could do the same with you. That... that first time with Penny, trusting me to make it right, sharing that, it changed me, changed everything. I can't let it go. I need all of you. Not just a mother's love, but my soul mate's love. My lover's love."

Aunt Marie released me, pushing me gently away while Mom eased me onto my back. I was buried in an avalanche of the sisters' kisses. For once they weren't competing, they were sharing me, considerate of each other, the kiss from one transitioning to the other smoothly, two mouths on mine, my tongue moving from one mouth to the other and back. The kisses never stopped, as one would ease onto my body, taking me inside, loving me, then moving away and making room for the other.

The rides lasted longer, Mom was on me, intent on her actions. Marie was kissing me. I gave her a nudge to take her turn, and she shook her head. "Not yet, baby boy."

Moments later, I heard Mom gasping, coming on me. She slid off, her mouth taking over from her sister, and Marie was back in the saddle, this time with a little more determination.

"Gonna come soon?" Mom asked.

"Hard for me to come when I'm on the bottom, Mom."

She grinned. "You mind if we have our fun?"

"I love it. I love you."

She chuckled. "I know that. We all know that, don't we? I'm your home."

I grinned, listening to Marie grunting, as she ground against me hard. "You're my home, and I love parking in your garage."

She giggled. "Naughty boy." She kissed me softly. "That was nice, what you told Marie, about the way you loved us, the difference."

"It was just the truth."

We both chuckled, as Aunt Marie cried out, slamming down on my cock, making my whole body shake, bouncing my shoulders and head off the bed, catching Mom in the forehead with my cheekbone.

"Someone's having a good time," Mom teased. "Starting to hog things."

"I think she's on edge, going for multiples," I whispered, getting more distracted by my aunt's actions.

She was fucking me hard, and I was starting to feel it.

"Close?" Mom asked, watching my reaction.

"Uh-huh," I grunted, thrusting into my fantasy.

Mom was quiet, watching me, her hand brushing back my hair, caressing my face.

"FUUUUCK!" Aunt Marie screamed, buried on my cock, her pussy pulsing madly, milking me.

"...gotta..." I gasped.

"Make her happy, baby boy. Love my baby sister."

Aunt Marie's fingers were digging into the flesh of my sides, as she ground against me, panting loudly, her hips going crazy for a few seconds, her moans and grunts rising in pitch and intensity, before she'd come for me, and go right back to grinding.

I held on as long as I could, fighting it, feeling my cock swell, clenching my ass cheeks hard. I grabbed Aunt Marie's hips, lifting her and driving my cock into her desperately, pumping madly, grunting hard before reaching the point of inevitability. I slammed my cock into her, grinding into her, shoving deeper, as I erupted deep inside her.

Aunt Marie, screamed out, trying to free herself from my hands, her hips wiggling and swiveling, while I held her forcefully, driving myself into her.

Mom backed away, while I pulled Aunt Marie into my arms, holding her tightly. I felt the tremors pulse through her body, while I slowly stroked into her with the remains of my erection.

She was breathing hard, gasping, suddenly trembling for no reason. Mom leaned close, and bit her on the shoulder, smacking her butt. "Greedy. You used that one up. Now we've got to start all over again."

Aunt Marie groaned. "Jesus, Sissy! That was incredible. You've gotta get some more of this. Fuck, he's got the perfect dick."

Mom giggled. "Just like his father. You'll find that out soon enough."

"Damn. Could you imagine both of them?"

"I think, if you and I play our cards right, we can more than imagine it," Mom teased. She gave Marie a pretty hard push, rolling her off me.

"Hey!" Marie whined. "I was comfortable."

Mom smiled. "You love my boy, Marie?"

Aunt Marie pouted. "That's a stupid question."

Mom looked my aunt in the eye, then pointedly turned her head, and looked at my cock. "Prove it. Adore him."

"Now?" Aunt Marie answered, looked at the sticky mess.

"If you don't, I will. I'll let him know just how much better a mother's love is. Complete, unqualified, no limits."

She watched her sister for a few seconds, then shrugged and starting moving south.

Aunt Marie scrambled down the bed. "No, I can do it." She moved between my legs, holding my semi-hard cock daintily between two fingers. I watched her eyes flit between me, my Mom, and my cock.

Mom moved down beside her, hugging her. "Let me help, you. I'll get it started."

She took my cock from her sister, opened her mouth and sucked me in. All of me. She pulled away slowly, and most of the mess was gone. Mom chuckled. "I tasted a dirty girl on my baby boy's cock."

Mom still held my cock. "It's still beautiful isn't it, Marie? The potential. Just knowing that with a little effort, we can make him big again, and he can love us."

Mom buried her face in my pubes, rubbing my cock against her cheek. "I love this thing."

She backed away, making room for my aunt. "Didn't it do good for you? Let it know you appreciate the effort."

Aunt Marie's face approached my cock. She was wearing a nervous little smile. "He was a very good boy."

"Tell him, Marie."

She kissed the head. "Very good boy," she whispered. Her lips slowly trailed kisses down the shaft. "Busy boy, aren't you. Keeping two women happy." I saw a little smile appear on her face, when it twitched.

"You like that? Knowing you have two women, big boy? Naughty sisters, that need a lot of attention. I'd hide if I were you, cause we're gonna use you up." She took the head in her mouth sucking teasingly.

I could feel myself swelling and she giggled. "Not even a little afraid? We're going to be mean. Keep you hard forever. Get you rock hard, and never let you finish." She leaned forward, and kissed the base, cleaning up a little of the mess that escaped Mom's initial effort.

"We need to clean you up. Get you pristine and perfect." Her tongue ran around the base, moving to my balls for a second before returning to the shaft. "Mmmm, you taste so naughty. Two horny girl's juices."

She sucked me again, simply, bobbing up and down, before pulling off. "Be afraid, little Jeremy. Be very afraid. Any harder, and we're gonna start for real." She rubbed her face against my cock, her eyes closed. "You want me, don't you, big guy. I know you do. I... I want you too."

I was hard, but not crazily so. Mom nudged her sister. "Ride him for just a second, sis."

Aunt Marie eagerly climbed up, and settled over my cock. "Damn that feels good."

After only a few strokes, Mom was pushing her away. "Enough, Marie." Aunt Marie dismounted, and Mom was waving my messing cock again. "Can I, or do you want to?"

Aunt Marie was still a little hesitant. "You first?"

Mom chuckled. "That's dirty you know. Making me taste you on him." It didn't stop Mom from spending about a minute cleaning me thoroughly, adoringly.

"Again," she said.

Aunt Marie swung her leg over me, and pressed me back home. A dozen strokes or so, and she dismounted. I was dirty again, though not as bad as the last time. Mom was holding me up for her. She approached, watching it carefully, like it would bite.

"Suck it, Slave Marie. Suck my cock, then ride me and do it again. I want to watch you."

"Do it," Mom urged, pointing my cock toward her sister.

Aunt Marie leaned forward and took me in her mouth, as deeply as she could, slowly sucking me clean.

"Good girl," I said. She licked the base, where she couldn't reach when I was in her mouth. Teasingly, she licked and sucked.

"Dirty girl," Mom teased.

"Mmmhmmm!" Aunt Marie groaned.

"Share?" Mom pleaded softly.

Aunt Marie leaned my cock toward Mom, still licking the base. Mom sucked me into her mouth, and snuck in a Swirly-go-round, making me groan. Aunt Marie perked up. "You did one, didn't you!"

I chuckled. "Swirly."

Mom blushed, somehow smiling with me still in her mouth. Gave me another one.

"Mom..." I moaned.

"Teach me, Sissy," Aunt Marie pleaded.

Mom lifted up. "Not yet. You're almost there. I promise. When you're ready, I... I'll teach you all of them, if you want. It'll take time and a lot of practice."

"Ride me again, Marie. Ride me and clean me. I love to watch you do that."

She grinned, and Mom got out of the way so Aunt Marie could mount me. "You like that do you? Seeing me get all worked up, loving that big fat cock of yours?" She pulled her feet in close, getting off her knees, squatting on me. She put her hands on my chest, and lifted up to the very tip, before driving back down.

"Most beautiful thing in the world," I told her.

"Really?"

"Hell, yeah," I said, thrusting into her, lifting my legs and hips into the air.

Mom scurried over and sat on my legs, behind her sister. "No, baby boy. She needs to do all the work here. You just sit back."

All my urges were to pound up into her, but Mom was making that impossible.

Aunt Marie moved a little faster, driving me crazy. Mom reached down and started massaging my balls. Damn, that felt nice.

"Show me, Aunt Marie. Clean me and show me."

She grinned, working up and down my shaft a little faster. "You sure?" she teased.

"Now, slave girl!" I barked teasingly.

She dropped down and ground her hips against me. She stuck her tongue out, then she was climbing off to one side and Mom the other. She wasted no time taking me in her mouth.

"Fuck, that's good," I groaned.

Marie sucked a while longer, then did her best Mom impression, adoring my cock.

"She's getting better, isn't she?" Mom said, brushing her sister's hair back for a better view.

"So much better."

"Good." Mom leaned over, rubbing her sister's back, while Marie went from adoration to full on sucking.

"We need to get you lots of practice, Marie," Mom said. "Lots and lots."

Aunt Marie hummed her assent. That felt pretty wild.

"Let's go back to what we were doing before," Mom whispered to her sister. "Taking turns, sharing him."

Aunt Marie pulled up, looking at me, as her mouth slowly came off my cock.

"Up here, pretty slave girl," I teased.

She climbed up the bed, and Mom climbed on top of me, taking me inside, then lying on top of me. Marie had already started on the kissing, and she let Mom's face nudge her to the side, stealing my kisses, as her hips started their fiendish work.

She kept at it a couple of minutes, then started sliding off. "Suck him, then it's your turn."

"But he just..."

"Please, Marie?" I asked.

She turned on the bed, and a few moments later, I felt her mouth on me. "She's doing it, Mom."

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Mom kissed me deeply. "We're going to have so much fun training her, aren't we?"

I chuckled, then felt Marie climb back on top of me. I felt her warmth envelope my cock, then she was lying on top of me, Mom scooting over to give her room. "That was naughty, Sissy," Marie whined.

Mom giggled. "He didn't think so. He loved it. And that's what counts, right?"

The shared kissing started up again, then Mom was dislodging Marie again. "Suck him, then it's my turn."

They developed a pattern, each taking turns, with Marie sucking me in between. I was in absolute heaven. Once again, they started taking longer shifts, and each had a couple of nice orgasms riding my cock.

"Getting close, Mom," I groaned while she was riding me.

"Where do you want to finish," she asked.

"In you. Inside you, Mom."

She seemed to think about it. "We should wait a couple of more days," she said softly.

I grabbed her hips. "In you," I groaned.

"Jeremy..."

I pulled her down, one arm clutching her body, holding her, my other hand grabbing her ass, while I pounded my cock into her.

She whimpered, hugging me, while I grunted my way through my release, pumping her full of my seed. Into Mom's unprotected pussy.

I lay there gasping, as she held my face in her hands. "What am I going to do with you?" she whispered. "You know it's not safe."

"I know," I told her looking into her eyes intensely.

She kissed me softly. "I'm almost 39 years old."

"You're young and beautiful. You're in great shape."

She gave me a wistful little smile, and slowly climbed off of me. She looked down at Marie. "Take care of our boy, Marie. Do a good job now. Let him feel it. Feel the love."

I sighed as Marie took care of me. Gently, adoringly. Mom watched with her head on my shoulder. "You need to think about what you're suggesting, Jeremy. This isn't something we do on a lark."

"I love you, Mom. I... I want to, to..."

She chuckled, and kissed my chest. "I know what you want to do. That's twice now that you wouldn't stop. Wouldn't let me free."

"Mom..."

"Later. This is serious. Your father has to be involved in any discussion. You're talking about another 19 years of our lives."

"Would you want to?" I asked.

"Part of me wants nothing more. The smart side says I'm crazy. I... I don't think your father would go for it. At the very least, we need time, time to settle in with the new regime. You understand?"

Aunt Marie finished up, then parked opposite Mom. "I will if you will, Sissy."

Mom looked surprised. "You'll what?"

"You know. I think it would be great. We could do it together, with Howard the perfect Dad, all over again. Except now he'd have help, dealing with two hormonal sisters."

Mom shook her head. "This is all happening too fast. So many problems. Jeremy would be away, in college. We'd both be almost 60, before we were done."

"I'm just saying. I've thought about it. What am I doing with my life? I'm 37 years old and all I've got to show for it is Colin. I'll be losing him soon. Then what?"

"You could do anything you want, Marie. You're rich, you're beautiful, you're young."

Rich?

"I want what you have, Alice. It's all I've ever wanted. You know that. Maybe this is my chance."

"Howard's been talking about retiring when he hits 55. Seeing the world together. He'd be 60, before we were done."

"So we do it. The kids would be teenagers by 55. We can take them with us. Home school, travel, get world experience, different cultures. And if it was all of us, money wouldn't be an issue, would it?"

I felt my head was on a swivel, turning back and forth to watch them discuss it as if I wasn't even there.

"We can't make this decision. We have to talk to Howard, and I think it's too soon. Not after all the troubles we've been having."

Marie smirked. "I can make my own decision."

Mom glared at her. "No. Howard is the head of this family. If you're serious about being a part of it, then you don't do anything like that without talking it over."

"I'm hungry," I announced.

I got a weird look from both of them, then they looked at each other, grinning. "Fuel up for round three?" Aunt Marie asked.

The discussion was benched, and we ate. They wore my t-shirts, and I wore shorts. Seeing them both like that, knowing they were naked except for the single scraps of cloth, was driving me crazy.

After lunch, I insisted on changing things up. I finally got off my back, and we played around, trying different positions. They teased each other, making fun of each other's orgasm sounds. I had some fun tutoring Marie's mouth. I especially liked having Mom on her hands and knees, taking her from behind, pulling out and making Marie suck me.

I was getting into the whole Slave Marie, idea. I'd ask Mom to do things, and then tell Marie what she had to do. I was rougher with her, pulling her hair, swatting her bottom. She was certainly willing enough.

Mom was adamant about my not coming in her anymore. Not until there was a serious talk. She agreed that we could have that talk before I left for school.

So Marie got my finish, twice. The first time I had her on her belly, pinned to the mattress. I made her stretch her arms above her head, and Mom sat on them, facing me. Marie's legs were parted, my legs holding hers down, my full weight on her, hammering her pussy mercilessly.

Marie was in her own little world, gasping, grunting, unable to respond to anything I said to her. An occasional whispered word or phrase escaped her lips, but it was difficult to make any sense out of it. I made out the occasional "Cock", "Fuck", "Yeah", "Deep", and my favorite, "Jeremy", usually spoken, Jer... uhhh... meeeee!"

"You're mine now," I whispered in her ear, nibbling on her neck, trying to drive her through the bed. "Mine, Marie. Never forget that. Mine!"

Mom's spread legs, trapping Aunt Marie's arms, exposed her open swollen pussy only a few inches from my face. Mom was rubbing herself, watching us. "Fuck her, baby. Fuck that little slut senseless. Show her what it's like to have a real man, finally. Like I've had all these years. Fuck her, Jeremy. Destroy that nasty pussy."

I guess some of the sibling rivalry was still kicking in.

Aunt Marie had gone multi-orgasmic again. She would cry out, gasping, her entire body straining underneath me. Before each one, her face would turn red, and she'd hold her breath, letting it loose explosively as the end of each orgasm. I loved being able to do that to her. Each time she'd come, I'd bite down on her neck or her shoulder, and she'd shudder.

I slowed down a little, giving it to her deep and steady, listening to her little grunts raising in pitch and volume, the silent gap between them growing longer.

She must have been coming in waves for about five minutes, when we lost her again. She had a big one, building up to it nicely, her body shaking, try to fight me off. I grabbed her tits and squeezed, hammering her as hard as I could. "Come," I demanded. "Come for me!"

Mom grabbed her head by the hair, and lifted it, making Marie look ahead, where Mom was diddling herself. "Come you slut. Come on my boy's big fat cock!" she growled.

Aunt Marie screamed, her entire body tensing, her pussy slamming down around my cock like a vise. She was thrashing wildly, one leg breaking free. She managed to lift off the bed for a moment, taking me with her, before she collapsed back down, completely still.

"Damn," Mom laughed.

I stopped to shake her, and Mom urged me to continue. "Keep going, Jeremy. She'll be fine."

I went back to fucking her, steady and deep. It must have been another 10 seconds before she suddenly gasped, and I could feel her coming for me again. Something about that set me off, and I sped up, searching for my finish. "God, oh God!" Marie gasped, collapsing on the bed, trembling.

Mom was brushing her hair back, lovingly, when I grunted my own powerful release, pumping all the way through the finish. She was so exhausted by the ordeal, it took me a couple of minutes to get her to clean me up.

The last time I had Mom on her knees again, gripping her hips, and powering through another one. It had taken me forever to get there, including a nice little break, where I was tutored by both on the fine art of cunnilingus.

Mom's head was on the mattress, butt raised high, moaning sweetly, as I hammered her. I was physically exhausted but determined to get my last nut. I had Marie kneeling beside us, her head resting on Mom's butt. Every so often, I'd pull out of Mom, and use Aunt Marie's mouth for a bit, before returning to Mom's loving nether embrace. The visuals were simply breathtaking. When the end was inevitable, with a herculean effort, I pulled out of Mom and pulled Marie's face onto my cock. By that point, I didn't have a lot to offer her, but she took it like a champ. The training was taking.

I liked that last one a lot.

It was after 3:00 before we were finished and showered together. I was completely drained, and the two moms were absolutely glowing.

I dressed, with the two of them sitting on my bed, watching. "What do you think, Jeremy? You think your aunt's ready for the real training?"

"Start slow? Like with Penny?"

"Of course. I'm thinking pretty much the same way. We'll get a couple of starters in before we start her on the big seven."

"Sounds great. I'd love to be part of that."

"What are you and Penny gonna do?"

I laughed. "Not sex. Not for a while. You two evil women have drained me dry. I'm thinking hit the mall, maybe take in a movie. I told her we'd wash and wax her car."

"If you're going to miss dinner, call, Ok?" Mom said.

"I will. If she wants to come over?"

"Just let us know enough ahead of time to make sure we make enough."

I went over and kissed them both. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

Mom giggled. "You and your father packed a Jeep too tightly."

I left them making plans, and went looking for my girlfriend.

I thought I was near the end, but the last chapter just kept getting bigger and bigger. I cut it off here, and hope I can somehow pull the last few plot points together in the next half-dozen pages. We'll see.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.