Family Ties Part Eight

After Carries' call, Delilah and I dressed and went to dinner at Caesars' Palace.

My father and Delilah had powerful connections there that saw to our every need. Naturally, as in most high end casinos, discretion was standard, even for those without a lot of zeros attached to their credit limits.

Delilah Carr and discretion were good friends. I learned a lot about mom and her life both before and after Gus Carkos came into her life.

Born into poverty, to an ailing father and prostitute mother, Delilah and her sisters eventually stood on Dimitri Boulevard peddling there uh...wares. Grandmother Grace was another thing of beauty that walked on the wild side during her early years, that is until a handsome man in a Mercedes convertible pulled curb side and snatched her up.

That handsome man ended up being my grandfather, Cosmo Arno Costas, a hustler that would rather con you out of fifty bucks than make a hundred on the level. Together, they spawned four daughters, all bombshells, and a crazy son, my uncle Joe.

Incest was rampant in Greece in those days, and little by little, I came to understand Delilah Carr for the first time. To her, having sex with her father and brother were simply acts of submission that most, if not all, of her contemporaries engaged in. It was only when the family came to America during the Kennedy administration that mom ceased giving it up to family members.

During dinner at Caesars', mom shared her experiences with me, as well as let me know she knew about that thing with Hannah, our maid, several of my friends moms, and my cousin Liberty. She stressed the importance that the things she confessed to me about her life go no further, meaning not to tell Carrie.

"I wouldn't want Carrie to think poorly of me. Young women like Carrie don't want to think of their mothers as street hookers, and that's exactly what her grandmother was, and you see how that impacted me."

My assumption was that mom knew how sexually charged my sister was, and she certainly didn't want Carrie following in hers' and grandmothers' footsteps.

Delilah dragged slowly on her cigarette and continued, "This thing with Carrie?" then sipped her Dom Perignon 1985, and grinned slyly. My cock twitched in my slacks at the question, but probably more so because of the devilish look in moms' eyes.

This was another one of those questions that I feared would come someday, and I had toyed with the answer since returning from Palm Springs. My father was blind to anything between Carrie and I, but mom? Mom had the nose of a bloodhound, and based on her life experience, sorta had a sixth sense about all things sexual that went on under her own roof.

I took a sip of champagne and answered cautiously, "It's nothing."

Mom grinned, "Oh, its' something Garrett. Please don't try to tell me you spent five days in Palm Springs in separate rooms and separate beds. I won't have you lying to me."

Well, fuck.

"It will blow over Delilah. I never lie to you...never have." I leaned back and stared at her as she did a long open mouth inhale before snapping the smoke from her wet lips. A woman should not be that sexy. Especially during dinner with her son.

I felt the top of her foot rubbing against my calf as she slid closer to me. Booths at Caesars' were huge, and we were now sitting dead center. I rested my right arm over the back of the booth and Delilah laid her head against it. She slipped her red stained cigarette to my lips for a quick drag. I drew the smoke in slowly as mom reached under the table and un-zipped my slacks. My cock jumped into her left hand and she smiled, then kissed me, inhaling the smoke from my lips.

I gazed in her violet eyes. She nibbled her bottom lip as she began pumping my cock slowly.

"That's my good boy. You like this baby? Having mommas' hand on your cock? Hmm?"

I noticed her pursed lips dripping with lip gloss. Delilah had this teasing thing down pat.

I glanced around the dimly lit gourmet room. The back wall where we sat were booths only, and all occupied. The linen covered round tables were smartly scattered in the center of the room, and also occupied.

"Yes. I love how you touch me, but..." Was she actually going to jerk me off in a crowded restaurant? Maybe even go down on me? Oh fuck.

Delilah leaned closer and put her finger to my lips, "Shh. Just keep looking at me and smile. No kissing. No one knows...but us. You can do this baby."

Really? I'm not a screamer but I do pant like a tiger when my cocks being serviced...and it was being serviced well.

I leaned on my left elbow, my right arm still over the back of the booth and gazed in her eyes. I was in a trance. I saw no one, heard no one, and as mom put it, "No one knows but us."

She licked her crimson lips. Long eyelashes fluttered. A soft sigh escaped as she rubbed the pre-cum over the head. My breathing quickened. My heart pounded and raced. I felt my own eyelashes begin to flutter.

"That's it baby. God, I feel your big cock swelling. You have something for momma?"

Mom picked her cigarette from the glass ashtray and dragged on it, then tilted her head back against my arm and opened her mouth. Smoke swirled around inside her mouth. Her glossy lips were oozing smoke. It was simply beyond description.

"Mom...I..." My breath was gone. My restraint was gone.

She moaned softly in my ear, "Show me you love me. Do it."

Delilahs' hand was heating up my shaft. My balls shrank tight to my body. My cock practically doubled in girth. I felt that familiar tingling. I sensed my legs straightening.

"Do it. Do it. Cum for momma. Think of squirting in my mouth. Do it!"

Oh fuck. I stared in her open mouth. I sensed her legs quivering against mine. She was experiencing an orgasm the likes of which I'd never seen. My cock couldn't take it another second. Her tongue circled her lips. She moaned. I groaned. I felt my ejaculation screaming up my shaft as the tingling intensified.

I grunted as I began squirting. Mom's grin told me she felt my cock convulsing.

"Oh, ohh, ohhh!" She whispered against my lips. Her warm breath made my cock go wild!

"Mom!" I whispered back.

"Yes, baby!" Mom sighed, then brought her cum soaked fingers to her mouth and slipped them inside.

"Mmm. So sweet. I'm so glad you don't drink coffee. Coffee drinkers have sour semen." The look on her face was one I hadn't seen before. It looked...well, divine I guess. Like she was experiencing something very special...almost spiritual in nature.

"Feel what you've done to me baby."

She dragged my left hand between her parted knees. I felt the moisture on her inner thighs. I pulled her lace panties to the side. My fingers caressed her warm pussy. Her slit was slippery as I inserted my middle finger.

Mom lit a cigarette and looked quite calm as she grinned and said, "Fuck me."

I glanced around the dining room. It was rather dim and the flickering candles on the tables, along with the soft violin music made an already highly erotic dinner into something very romantic.

Delilah held her red stained cigarette close to her lips and dragged as I finger fucked her slowly.

"Two fingers please. And faster darling." Smoke seeped from her lips as she grinned.

I slipped another finger inside her and began pumping hard and fast. The action under the table was hot and heavy as she rolled her hips to meet my thrusts. The action above the table was quite different. Mom was elegantly sipping champagne and smoking. I fought hard to keep from breaking into my panting and sweating mode. I was dying to kiss her. She knew it. After a quick glance around the room, she pressed her open mouth to mine and exhaled into my mouth. Our tongues danced and rolled and Delilah moaned, "I love you', then I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers, her smooth legs quivered and she came hard.

The only visible sign that anything happened were her fluttering eyelashes over half closed eyes.

I was more than ready to fuck. But, this was Delilah Carr. One of the wealthiest women on earth. This wasn't Carrie whom I had dragged into the mens room at the Ritz-Carlton and fucked on the counter.

Delilah reached under the table and adjusted her panties and tugged her dress down. Then she scooted around the horseshoe booth, stood and announced, "Meet me in the baccarat room in thirty minutes baby. I need to freshen up" then sashayed away.

The waiter brought the check and I scribbled our penthouse number on it, then signed my name.

Hmm. Four hundred sixty bucks for a rack of lamb, some champagne, and the best hand job ever. All in all, a very good deal. I smiled as I slid out and headed into the casino.

Caesars' has the finest shops and galleries on the strip. I strolled along with my hands in my pockets, blissfully happy that mom and I had reached an understanding. She was mine now. I could have her anytime I wanted her, day or night. Discretion was the key.

"There's nothing sweeter than a mothers' love baby." Hmm. She must have said it during dinner three or four times. To Delilah, she called it 'the ultimate love'. I glanced around. There were many couples in the shops. Older women, younger men. Were they also experiencing the 'ultimate love'?

I stopped dead in my tracks. Just inside the Gucci shop stood my cousin Liberty Carr. Liberty was my dads' brothers' daughter. A first cousin by blood. Since Carrie was actually my half sister (we shared the same father) and Delilah was my adoptive mother, Liberty was the only blood relative that I had enjoyed sexually.

Liberty was slightly older, and highly charged sexually. We began our affair during my freshman year at UNLV. Liberty was a stripper over at the Crazy Horse and fucked like the world was coming to an end. I hadn't seen her in months, and seeing her then brought back a flood of memories.

I had to say hello, even though Liberty wasn't one of moms' favorite nieces. By the time the doorman swung the giant glass door open, Liberty was leaning back against the glass showcase smiling.

"My prayers have been answered. You look amazingly like my cousin."

Yep. Same old Liberty. Unlike Delilah, discretion was foreign to Liberty. She knew who she was, what she was, and owned it. No bullshit with Liberty.

I don't know why I was surprised when she hooked her arms around my neck and French kissed me like we were alone on a desert island, but that's exactly what she did. I enjoyed the kiss with one eye open searching the horizon for mom.

When the kiss made us breathless, Liberty asked, "How long are you in town baby?" then pulled my cigarettes from my shirt pocket and lit one right under the 'No Smoking' sign. Yep, that's Liberty Carr. Always takes liberties with the rules. They simply didn't apply to her.

"A few days." I answered then realized that was the wrong answer.

"Great. Walk me to my car and let's talk about when we can get together. Celine is here now, and I'd love to be your date." Liberty hooked her arm through mine as we headed for the door.

Celine? Date? Mom? Carrie? Oh, Hell no.

I needed to think fast. I sputtered as I glanced down at her, "I'm here with mom...checking on... some real estate...for dad." There. That should do it.

"Hmm. I bet. So, are you guys staying here?" Liberty asked as the doorman swung the door open.

"No. We're over at the Venetian." I almost slapped my forehead.

Liberty stopped and looked at me. "A room, suite, or penthouse? No, never mind. Delilah would never stay in anything but a Penthouse. That's some expensive pussy cousin."

There are times in our lives when destiny takes charge.This was one of them.

Delilahs' words, "No one must ever know" kept playing in my mind.

"It's not like that Liberty. There's nothing going on. Hell, even Carrie will be here Wednesday. This is a family business trip. That's all." I was rather proud of myself.

"Business trip my ass. I recognize Delilahs' lip gloss. It's on your collar kid. Now, where is she and how much time do we have?"

Like I said. Destiny can toss us a curve occasionally. Being that I was a mere twenty one at the time, and Liberty was pushing thirty, I did what any red blooded American male would have done. I lied.

"She went back to the hotel with a headache, but I should be getting back soon. I figure we have about twenty minutes." Liberty was a fast one at reaching orgasms. I knew I could handle her in twenty minutes, then meet mom in the baccarat room.

"That's long enough. Come with me."

She practically dragged me outback to the rear parking lot. I looked around for her Aston-Martin, wondering how we could possibly fuck in it. It was nowhere in sight. Apparently, she'd read my mind.

"It's in valet. We don't have time for that. Just fuck me right here."

Liberty dragged hard on her cigarette and flipped it in the bushes. Then hiked up her dress and placed her hands flat against the wall. I un-zipped my slacks and rubbed my cock against her bare ass while she spread her long legs. She turned her head back to me and we kissed hard. My cock felt thick and warm in my hand. I bent my knees slightly so my cock would hit its' target smoothly.

I arched my back and urged my cock in through her slippery lips. It was warm and wet.

"Oh fuck." My cousin dropped her head and looked down between her legs. I pumped into her hard a few times.

"oh, ohh, ohhh...yes!"

I reached around and dragged her blouse from her shoulders and began squeezing her big tits. I twisted them, twirled them, and tugged on them. My mouth found her smooth neck, so I kissed it, then bit it.

"Mmm. My nasty cousin! It's okay baby. Fuck me!"

My calves were getting a workout as I kept the pressure on my toes. My hands went to her hips. Liberty began panting. I felt her pussy spasm. I knew she was close. I reached around with both arms and held her tight under her tits. I arched my back and tossed my hips hard again and again.

Suddenly, her cunt tightened, my balls slapped her ass, and her knees buckled.

My hot cousin came hard. Her juices gushed from her, flooding my stiff cock and washing over my balls.

"Oh God!" Liberty pulled my cock out, dropped to her knees, and jerked me off. She opened her mouth and slipped out her tongue. I striped it with thick streams of my white cream. Then I held the back of her head and shoved my squirting cock deep in her open mouth. She gagged, but held my cock steady as I filled her throat.

"Ughh. Oh fuck daddy.Take my ass. Hurry!"

I pulled back as she whirled around and lifted her ass. She put her hands on her knees and pushed back hard. My cock ripped into her ass.

"Yeah daddy. Fuck that ass. Own it!"

I was stretching her hot ass with each punishing stroke.

"That's it daddy. Justify me!"

I noticed people wandering around the parking lot, but at that point, neither Liberty or myself cared. What really mattered...what really was on both of our minds...was satisfying this insatiable need we had for each other at that moment in time.

Liberty grabbed her ankles and just let me have her ass. I smacked it. I pinched it. I gave it color.

"You motherfucker. That's fucking perfect...Now fill that ass with cum for me daddy!"

Cum poured from my pumping cock. Liberty shuttered and came hard with me. Then slipped from me, turned around, kissed me hard, then pushed me down between her legs.

"Give me your mouth daddy. I want to fuck it."

My hands went to her red ass while she straddled my mouth. I squeezed it, teased her asshole with my fingers. Liberty rubbed her clit furiously as she rolled her hips hard and fast. I glanced up at her and saw her gasping for air. I felt her juices flowing over my lips. I sucked and slurped her delicious pussy like a wild man.

I noticed head lights passing over the wall, and just keep eating my sweet cousin. I brought her to climax three or four more times. Each one, stronger ...and thicker. I swallowed and gulped.

Afterwards, we stood and leaned against the wall, making out like kids on spring break. We exchanged our fluids back and forth. Liberty moaned a lot. I was shaken by the whole thing, but loved every minute. I wanted more. I hoped she did, too.

We lit cigarettes and laughed.

"I love you sweet cousin. Make sure you come by and see me before you leave town."

I smiled and said, "I'll try baby. I really will, but Delilah has me on a pretty short rein."

"Uh huh. I bet she does. So, how long have you been fucking her?"

I damn near choked on my smoky inhale.

"I told you. Nothings going on. It's strictly business."

"Oh, is that what they call it? Look, baby. I don't care. Fuck Delilah, fuck Carrie...fuck that little girlfriend of yours...what was her name?"

"Lexi. Lexi Carrington. Probably still is."

I hated to bring Lexis' name into something as sordid as this, she's such a sweet girl, but I'm not known for my perfect timing. Lexi and I had been sweethearts since my first year at NYU, and even toyed with the idea of marriage. But, she didn't want marriage since she couldn't have children. A well known fact around the Carr household.

"Right. Anyway, fuck them all...just don't forget your sexy cousin. I promise you I can do more for you then any of them...including Delilah."

I wondered what Liberty meant so I pressed her for an answer.

"Yeah? What's that?"

Liberty lit a cigarette and replied, "I can give you a baby."