I went back to the suite, feeling like steam should be billowing out of my ears. Naturally, I realized I had no right to be upset. Neither about the fact that the three of them were so cavalier about fucking their family members, against the most basic moral instinct, nor about the fact that Dom had sex with Mom before I did. How could I be appalled that they were proud of what they'd done? I'd done the same. As for my brother fucking Mom before I had the chance to, how depraved did I have to be to feel that way? And how could I experience both feelings at one? But of course the multitudinous logical contradictions inherent in those feelings didn't prevent me from feeling them.
At any rate, my mother didn't want a tender, attentive lover. I'd more or less heard her say as much. She wanted to be with a man whose desire for her was so strong that he couldn't control his own actions. I'd hardly shown her that.
Deep breath. I'd had the time of my life with Aunt Liz and cousin Brianna. It wasn't like I was left out of the party. And if I wanted Mom, I just had to take her.
I slid my keycard into the machine, waited for the red circle to dim and the green one to light up. With a quick adjustment to my physique, I walked into the living room.
The couch held quite a sight. Todd had his legs spread wide and his head tilted back, eyes closed, as he enjoyed a blow-job from Aunt Cindy. Meanwhile, Aunt Liz was on her knees behind Cindy, burying her face in the blonde's snatch. Then there was Natalie, licking away at Aunt Liz. Finally, behind her was Mark, on his knees as well, pistoning his cock in and out of my sister. As he did, he pulled firmly on her mostly-brown-but-streaked-with-blonde hair. All of the women wore outfits straight out of a Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue.
The five of them all stopped for a moment as I came in, looked at me quickly, then collectively decided the interruption wasn't worthy of their attention.
Just then I noticed Jack walk out of my parent's room, his stiff dick swinging between his scrawny legs. Mom appeared in the doorway behind him. She draped her hands over his chest, leaned against his back. Her breasts were so huge that they were visible around the sides of his chest. Just barely, but it was still impressive.
Jack looked at me, raised an eyebrow, cocked his head sideways in a gesture towards my voluptuous mother. I nodded. He waved me over.
Mom's eyelids were heavy, her balance unsteady as she stepped away from Jack. She held her arms out, inviting me to hug her. A languid smile spread across her full, red lips.
I drank her in, my cock rapidly inflating. She wore nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and a lacy garter. As Dom had said, her breasts were indeed huge. Her areolas were the size of a palm, but still weren't too big relative to the overall size of her massive tits. I'd seen bigger breasts with aureola the size of my head, and it was not attractive. Her nipples, hard and pink, were like pencil erasers. Bigger. Her pussy was shaved bald. Her waist was far thinner than made any sense given the rest of her. In fact, excepting her generous chest, thighs, and ass, there really wasn't any part of her that didn't belong on a smaller woman, for all that my father still complained about her weight. Her stomach was pretty flat, if not entirely firm. There were faint hints of love handles. Nothing like Brianna, who very nearly had a six-pack. But hardly the spare tire and thick folds that the woman I'd grown up with sported.
I forced myself to look up higher, peeling my eyes from her insane figure. Her luscious lips, long lashes and shadowed eyelids, coupled with her full eyebrows and lustrous black hair contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. Her face was a bit too soft, especially in the cheeks. Her nose was a little broad. And her crow's feet were a little more pronounced than her sister's. But she was still far prettier than a woman her age had any right to be.
Walking over to her, I accepted her implicit invitation for a hug. While squeezing her tight, I whispered in her ear, "For the rest of the night, you are mine."
Jack stepped back from the doorway. "Didn't realize that was what you meant. No worries. I'll clear out."
I paused. "No, no. That's alright. We can share. Something tells me one dick isn't enough for my slut of a mother. Am I right?"
It took Mom a moment to find her tongue. When she did, all she said was, "Oh my."
When we got in the room I threw her onto the bed. Not real hard, certainly not enough to hurt her. But not exactly gently either.
Jack raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything as he closed the door behind us.
I walked over to my mother as she sat back up and grabbed the back of her head. Then I presented my dick to her, holding it firmly by the base.
She smiled before complying with my unspoken request. Her soft lips enveloped my monster. I sighed contentedly as she did. Jack eased onto the bed beside her, fondling her heavy breasts and soft thighs.
My mother was nowhere as good as Brianna. Not as good as Liz either. Too one-note, and not overly enthusiastic. Thankfully, she was open to feedback. Before long, in response to my direction, she was balancing the use of her tongue, her pillowy lips, and her throat. She no longer lingered excessively on any one spot. Just when I started to long for more intense pleasure, she'd focus her efforts on my sensitive helmet again.
In a matter of minutes, a generous load of my hot cum was sliding down my mother's throat. She slipped me out of her mouth, got ready to lean back. "Again," I said. "I want to clean the pipes out twice to be sure I can give you the fucking you deserve."
"Oh baby, you're making mommy so hot," she said.
She climbed onto all fours before resuming, so that Jack could kneel behind her and demonstrate his own skills at oral sex.
Mom did much better the second time, even with Jack distracting her. Having just blown my first load, I was able to last long enough to fully enjoy it too. I found myself at the brink of an orgasm that wouldn't quite come for what felt like forever before I finally shot another load down her throat. This time, Mom pulled back so only my head was still inside her and lapped up my jizz with her tongue as it gushed out.
After Jack got her off, I instructed her to lie on her back.
I didn't go for seductive and slow. Not at first. I attacked her, burying myself between her soft thighs. Before long, I added my fingers to the mix. I was determined to make sure she was too wrapped up in the ecstasy of my efforts to do much for my cousin. Not out of jealousy, at least not of Jack. I just wanted to make sure there was no doubt in my mother's mind about which of her sons was the better lover.
Well, and to be honest, I was enjoying the taste of her. She tasted faintly of blackberries, with a hint of raspberries. Absolutely delicious.
Only after she came violently, her powerful thighs squeezed so tight around me that I thought I would burst, did I step back and tell Jack that I thought the two of us should go for the full body treatment. Mom lay on her stomach, and I playfully sunk my teeth into her heavy ass cheeks, flicked my tongue along her spine while Jack massaged her feet and sucked her toes. We then rolled her over, and the two of us did the same to her from thighs to ears, teasing all of her less sensitive parts. We had Mom all but begging before I finally worked my way back to her pussy and Jack turned to her breasts.
"This is so perfect," she moaned as I worked her love box. "If you made me wait any longer, I don't know what I would have done."
She didn't take long to cum. As Jack sucked on one nipple, rolling the other between his fingers, and as my tongue assaulted her clit and my fingers her G-spot, my mother began convulsing vigorously. Then she ejaculated, her warm juices spraying my chin and neck. When she was done, we switched places, and Jack ate her out once again while I attended to her breasts. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive. Watching her react to the stimulation I was providing was getting me really worked up.
After Jack got her off again, my mother said, "That was amazing. But I seriously need one of you inside me. Like, now," she said.
"That's okay, I think I'm good," I said. "Thanks, though. What about you, Jack?"
"Fuck you," my mother said, sitting up and grabbing my shoulders. "Fuck your mother right now. Fuck me hard. I need my son's big dick inside me."
I reached under her, scooped her soft thighs up off the bed, and rammed my dick inside her. She gasped as I did so. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck me," she said.
Jack slid around behind her and fondled her breasts while nibbling at her ears. Every now and then, he glanced down my mother's front, staring in fascination as I pounded her raw, my fat cock moving faster than humanly possible.
I let her thighs fall back to the bed, reached around her back, and grabbed hold of her ass. Dom was not lying. It was big. Really damned big. But he was wrong about one thing.
It was not, by any means, too big.
But it was unreal. So soft. I felt like I was squeezing gel. But it still had thick muscle beneath the generous layer of fat, muscle that girded the round treasure, shaped it, made sure it sat high on her frame.
My mother wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulled me close. Jack had no choice but to slip away at this point. He sat against the wall, jerking himself slowly, as he watched me go to town on my mother. I'd never been so focused on anything before.
Her massive breasts, pressed tightly between us, spilled out to the side. We kissed passionately, traded tongue play, nibbled gently on each other's lips. Her lips were plump and unbelievably soft. Not as full as Aunt Liz's, but remarkable all the same.
I began to pound the fucking hell out of her, absolutely punishing her pussy. The sound of my thighs slapping into hers almost drowned out her moans. She was sopping wet. And surprisingly tight for a mother of four. Or perhaps it wasn't surprising, since none of this made sense. I doubted any of the women in my family were close to being loose.
I let my mother fall on her back and pulled her legs up, propping them on my shoulders. With her hips raised up off the bed ever so slightly, I was now driving more or less directly at her G-spot. I could feel the spongy flesh rubbing against the top of my shaft.
Mom's breasts swayed rhythmically. Gentle waves rippled across her creamy thighs. They were entirely devoid of cellulite, despite their size, and despite how soft they were. My mother moaned and moaned, every now and then throwing in words of encouragement. That is, when she wasn't biting her full lower lip, or one of the pillows.
All the while, Jack watched silently, stroking his cock almost absentmindedly.
After she'd had a few more intense orgasms, some of them squirters, and after I'd shot a few more loads either inside her or onto her stomach and breasts, my mother begged me to stop. Fighting to catch her breath, she said it was only fair to let Jack join the fun.
Jack shuffled back over to us excitedly, holding his cock up for his aunt to do with as she wished. She smiled, sucked his shiny helmet clean of pre-cum, then climbed atop him.
At first, I stood back from the bed and watched in wonder. Part of me thought that even though I'd just fucked her silly, made her cry my name over and over as I brought her to climax again and again, I should be jealous. It wasn't easy to watch another man pleasuring her. But it was still strangely exciting. If there was any woman I'd like to watch fuck, it was my mother. My mind almost couldn't accept the shape of her body.
By rights, an ass that size should be dimpled all over. But it was smooth as porcelain. And the way it rippled when my cousin smacked it almost made me cum. It absolutely defied reason, how that massive, heart-shaped work of art tapered into her narrow waist.
But after a while, I got tired of watching.
"Oh, honey," Mom said, gasping, as I slipped my thumb into her brown-eye.
"No?" I asked.
She hesitated, rocking her hips back and forth a few times. "Just be careful."
"Here," Jack said, holding up a bottle of lube. "Just saw this. Don't think it was there a second ago. Maybe it was. I don't know."
Didn't matter. I lubed Mom up and then slipped my fat cock in.
I went slowly, easing a quarter inch in at a time. Mom stopped riding Jack. He fondled her breasts, played with her nipples, but didn't thrust up into her as he had been.
It took a few minutes, but eventually I got it all in. Mom gasped as the final thrust brought my crotch into contact with her soft ass, my balls slapping against Jack's. We both of us pretended not to notice. Mom collapsed forward, lying atop my cousin's chest, arms splayed over the bed above him. "Oh, fuck, baby. It's so big."
"Do you want me to take it out?" I asked.
"No, no. I want to see what this is like." She knelt back up, looking over her shoulder at me. She smiled, licked her lips. "Whatever makes her baby happy, mommy wants to do."
"Good." I ran my hands through her silky hair gently, but threw in a few firm tugs here and there. I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. After a few mini-thrusts, taking no more than two inches out at a time, I started really working. My hips rocked back and forth a little faster with each thrust. And a little more of my cock came out of her brown hole each time. Jack started out gentle and slow as well, but gradually picked up the pace.
Eventually I was pounding her ass every bit as furiously as I'd done her snatch earlier. And Jack wasn't going easy on her either.
Mom slapped Jack's chest, bit her lip, and grunted. But never asked us to slow down.
We kept that up for a good while. My mother must have had three monster orgasms before Jack and I filled her two holes with our sticky cum. After we emptied our sacs, cumming at more or less the same time, we slipped out of her.
Mom climbed off Jack, rolled onto her back, lying spread-eagled. She sucked air like she'd just run a marathon. A goofy smile spread across her face.
"That was kinda awkward," Jack said to me without taking his eyes off his aunt.
"A little, I guess," I said. "But fun."
"Yeah," he said. "Hot as hell. Your mother is a fucking machine."
"No, you boys are the machines," Mom said. "I was just along for the ride."
I got up, took her hands, and pulled her out of bed. I kissed her, slipping her some tongue, and led her towards the shower. "Let's clean up."
Naturally, Jack and I took turns fucking her in the shower. I held her up off the ground, hands planted beneath her gorgeous ass cheeks. It was my hands more than my hips that did the work. Meanwhile, Jack came up behind her and fucked her ass, holding onto her breasts like handles as he did.
After the shower play, Jack left us. But Mom and I kept at it for several hours.
I actually woke up early the next day. No one else was up, so I had breakfast by myself then went for a swim. Despite all the activity I'd gotten the day before, I swam more laps than I had in a long time, and at a brisk pace.
Afterwards, I lay on a lounge chair, simply enjoying the sun, trying to make sense of things. I shouldn't have been able to have sex like that all night. I should have gone limp at some point, and barring that, my back should have cramped up. And I certainly shouldn't have felt so good the day after.
But how did Mom feel?
Why was it that I didn't feel the least bit bad about fucking every one of my mother's orifices, but I felt guilty knowing that with every orgasm she had, I'd drained something from her? Was it just because I hadn't realized I was doing it at the time?
I tried not to think about it as I headed back up to our suite.
When I walked into the living room, I found Aunt Liz and Brianna sitting there. All signs of their normal selves were gone. Only the absurdly sexy versions remained.
I guess that had actually happened a while ago. But I hadn't realized it until now because it seemed like the only times I saw anyone yesterday, they were having sex. The transformations didn't seem out of place then.
Liz wore knee-high white socks, black pumps, a black miniskirt, and a white blouse that was clearly at least one size too small.
Brianna simply wore translucent black panties and a black tank top. Her breasts threatened to spill out the top. The both of them had a good deal of makeup on. While I can't say it hurt either one, if ever there was a woman who didn't need makeup, it was Brianna.
"Morning," my cousin said.
"Hey, Frank," Liz said, her voice drawling. She had a bit of a Southern accent, but it wasn't that thick. The drawl was due to something else. Presumably the same something that had made her eyelids so heavy.
I dropped myself into the loveseat across from the couch they shared.
"Showed your mother a good time last night, didn't you?" Aunt Liz asked.
Brie reached across and smacked my knee playfully as she said, in her bubbly high-pitch, "And learned a trick or two along the way too, from the sound of it."
My back tensed up. "I guess so." I forced myself to relax. Brie managed to sound casual even when making veiled references to whatever competition was underway. No reason for me to be so transparent. "So, what about you two? What did you do last night?"
"Dom," both said.
"We shared him," Brianna clarified.
"Good for him," I said.
"Good for us. Good for everyone. Quite a vacation," Liz said. "Hope it never ends."
"But it must," I said. "Isn't that right, Brie?"
"All good things," she said without meeting my eyes. She spread one thin leg out, draped it languidly into her mother's lap. Liz ran her fingers over the smooth muscles tenderly.
Brianna twirled her hair around a slender finger. "So, what's on the docket for today?"
"Well, what are you up to?" I asked. "You are the fun cousin after all. So I suppose that if I want to really enjoy the rest of the vacation, I should hang out with you."
She shrugged. "So what do you want to do?"
"You know, whatever."
A coy grin. "We're past the point of modesty, you know. Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," I said. I glanced at Aunt Liz, who seemed to be lost in thought. "Fuck, yes."
She slowly pulled the leg that was in her mother's lap back towards her, trailing her bare foot across Aunt Liz's thigh. It paused by her mother's crotch. The dexterity required to do what she did was considerable. After a few moments, she said, "No."
"You suddenly develop a conscience when it comes to incest?"
A deep laugh. "Heavens no," she said. "Don't be silly. But let's not beat around the bush here. You're not looking for some fun. You just want to try to take away all the energy I've so carefully collected."
I studied her beautiful face. "Maybe. So what? If you win, you get mine."
"I've got plenty of yours already, lover-boy," she said.
Aunt Liz shuddered her way through an orgasm. Brought about by Brie's toes.
"Are you afraid of me now?" I asked. "Is that it? Not such-"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. You're more aware than everyone else, I have to admit. So, you know, kudos for that. But you're still no threat to me. The thing is, I just don't need you. Before the day is over, I'll be ready to bring this to an end." With that, she stood up, stretched her arms out behind her head and rolled her back, bringing her breasts out to full prominence. She twisted from one side to the other as her stretch ended, then shook her legs. I couldn't deny that her ripe little ass looked great in those sheer panties. She blew me a kiss as she headed for the door. "Be seeing you."
Liz sighed. "You know, I've always liked women. Ever since I first tried to impress Jim by agreeing to a threesome. But I didn't realize just how much I liked them until her."
I got up and walked over to Aunt Liz, took one hand in mine. "Liz. You know what's happening. I heard you and Mom talking about it the other day. We have to stop Brianna."
She smiled up at me, her eyes blinking slowly. "What's that?"
Dammit. I wasn't sure what this would do to Liz. But I had to. Brianna was right. I was no threat to her. At least not currently.
I pulled my aunt out of the couch and guided her into my mother's bedroom.
After just a few minutes, I'd fed a bit of my energy back to Liz.
"You know what we need to do," I said, regaining my breathe.
Liz nodded. "Yeah. Get to work with your mother. I'll go grab some toys." She started to climb out of bed, paused, leaned over and kissed me softly. It was not a foreplay kiss, but an affectionate kiss. "Thanks."
Then she slipped out of the room, leaving me blushing.
I didn't waste much time before setting about doing the same for Mom.
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