Jack, Todd and I popped out of our skisand placed them in the rack outside the mountainside cabin in which we were staying.
"How awesome is this?" Todd asked. "Don't have to hike across the parking lot to your car. Just ski right up to the cabin and you're done."
Jack and I agreed. I wasn't sure how we'd managed to arrange for our three families to share one of these cabins. They had to cost a fortune to rent. A location that couldn't be beat, and luxurious enough to fetch a stunning price tag even if they'd been built in the middle of nowhere. There were three levels, each one with a gorgeous stone fireplace, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and four bedrooms. There were also two outdoor hot tubs per cabin. And the cabins were most generously furnished.
We took our boots off and began stripping off our outer layers as we went inside.
Mom, Aunt Liz, and Aunt Cindy sat around the fire in the first floor living room, drinking coffee. Presumably with some liquor in it. They asked if we had a good day on the slopes.
Looking at the women of my family, the sense that none of this was quite real grew only stronger. They looked the way they should...but at the same time, they didn't. I couldn't entirely tell whether I was looking at the women I'd known my whole life.
Most of the time, I did indeed see three typical middle-aged women. None of whom, for the most part, were especially fit, though Cindy and Liz weren't too far out of shape. All three wore baggy sweats, garish multi-hued socks, and sweaters large enough to swim in, even though they sat in front of a blazing fire and the cabin had electric heat. None wore makeup. Their hair was frayed, flat, dull.
Yet I also saw three other women, flickering in and out of sight. All three looked like erotic caricatures of the women of my family. Similar enough that you could tell who they were supposed to be, but only just. They were all curves, and those curves were scarcely concealed by their delightful outfits. Because, of course, each of them wore racy lingerie. Babydolls and bustiers, stockings, garters, heels, chokers and so forth. And, naturally, lots of makeup. Their hair was straight, shiny, and full of volume.
"There's a fresh pot of coffee, and plenty of liquors to dress it up, on the counter," Mom said. "We thought you might want to warm up."
We murmured our gratitude and, after taking off a few more layers, fixed ourselves some coffee and joined the women by the fire. However, we sat on the soft couches rather than on the floor, as close to the hearth as possible, as they had.
"Anyone else back yet?" I asked.
"Your father, your uncle, and Mark all came back about an hour ago. Mark's upstairs playing video games, the other two are making dinner," Mom replied.
"Dad's making dinner?" Todd asked.
"I think they hope to get laid while they're here," Aunt Liz said with a laugh. Mom blushed, staring into her coffee mug.
"Anyway, Dom called not long ago and said he, Brianna and Natalie were going to make one last trip up to the top of the mountain. So I wouldn't expect them for a while yet," Mom said. "Probably just in time for dinner."
"So any plans for this evening?" I asked. A few times in the past couple of days, there had been talk of a family game night, or for all of us to watch a movie.
Mom looked at Liz and Cindy. "Not tonight. We figure we've tried hard enough to impose family time already. It's obviously not taking. And the point is to have fun anyway, so no sense in forcing it if no one wants it. It's supposed to snow, several inches, so no one should go out. But as long as you stay in, you're free to do as you please."
"Depending on whether the menfolk do a good job with dinner, you may find one of the hot tubs occupied," Aunt Liz added. Mom blushed again.
Aunt Cindy frowned. "Which leaves me alone among the grownups. Don't suppose you boys would like to join me in the other hot tub?" she asked.
Mom shot a look of concern at Cindy.
"Oh, I'm kidding. Hot tubs are no fun unless...sometimes I really hate being single."
Dinner was great. I had a feeling my father and my uncle were in for a good night.
Brianna and Natalie mentioned that they'd really like to check out the hot tub, but no one wanted to go out there while the parents were using it. So most of the younger generation got out a deck of cards and played drinking games, which made me feel like I was back at school. Jack and Mark turned in early though, as did their mother.
I couldn't help but notice that whatever had transformed my mother and my aunts seemed to affect everyone. The effects were most pronounced with them, and naturally, I paid less attention to what it did to the men of the family, but it definitely was all
With Natalie and Brianna, the changes were far less dramatic. Though they looked good to being with, the alternate versions peeking through looked better. Perfect complexions, whiter teeth, shinier hair, slightly exaggerated curves. As we drank more, it was starting to become harder to feel guilty about checking them out.
As the evening wore on, conversation took a racier turn. We speculated about what was taking our parents so long. Eventually Todd asked if he was alone in thinking something seemed different about Mom and Aunt Liz. He conveniently failed to mention how the same went for everyone else. Including Brie and Nat.
Dom wasted no time in agreeing. I said I wasn't sure, that he could be right. I didn't feel comfortable admitting that I'd noticed that and much more.
"Anyway, I've got an idea," Dom said. "Instead of playing for-"
Mom and Dad came down the stairs just then, covered in towels.
Kristen suddenly folded her cards down on the table. "Hey, pop, can I get your help with something? My bed has been really squeaky. I was hoping to fix it before going to bed."
I stifled a cough. Brianna hid a snicker, but no one else seemed to think there was anything odd about her request. Or they were hiding their reactions better.
Dad said sure, and followed Nat into her bedroom. She closed the door behind them.
Brianna flashed me a quick grin before turning her attention back to her cards.
Mom said she wasn't tired, and asked whether we'd mind if she joined us.
Dom told her that would be great before anyone else could say anything. She asked if he was sure, and when he assured her that he was, she smiled and told us she'd be back as soon as she got some clothes on, without bothering to see if anyone else objected.
When she left, Todd shot him a look. "Dude, who wants Mom crashing the party?"
"Relax, man. Haven't you always wondered whether Mom's got a wild side?"
"He's right," Brianna said. "This should be interesting."
"Weren't you the one who was about to suggest this was too tame?" Todd asked.
"So? I say we see if Mom's game."
But he was alone in that.
Perhaps Dom seemed was more aware of what was going on, even though Todd was the first to mention it aloud. That wasn't Todd being astute. That was Todd being Todd.
Mom rejoined us. I realized quickly that I no longer caught even brief glimpses of the heavyset middle-aged woman.
The sexy version was also a short brunette with skin nearly as white as the snow outside. But that skin was now devoid of unsightly veins and blemishes, had only a few wrinkles, and wasn't the least bit ashy or dull. Her lush black hair would have made a model jealous. The way it contrasted against her white skin took my breath away. Her prominent eyebrows, long lashes, and full red lips had a similar effect. Dark red lipstick flattered her lips. Thick kohl and eye-shadow framed her eyes.
Yet, as pretty as her face was, the real kicker was her body. She had huge breasts, larger than her head. They threatened to rip the fabric of her flimsy teddy. And though it was hard to tell with them trapped in the reinforced cups of her skimpy lingerie, I was fairly sure they were firmer than made any sense for their size and her age. Despite those huge melons, her broad hips, and full thighs, she had a waist that was, against all logic, only a few inches wider than Brianna's. Her sheer black thigh-highs and black heels went perfectly with the teddy. A thin black choker with a white ribbon encircled her neck.
The ordinary Brianna wore tight, faded jeans and an oversized concert T-shirt on top of a long-sleeved T-shirt. The other version wore a full body fishnet outfit, with holes torn out at in the front and back, along with black patent leather heels that were identical to Mom's.
In some sense, they were a study in contrasts. Though no one in their right mind would call Brianna flat-chested, her breasts were still quite modest, and you could count her ribs even when she wasn't wearing a see-through outfit. Everything about her was sharp, pointy, and slender, from her nose, to her cheeks, to her ears. The same went for her figure. Everything about Mom that should be round, was, while the parts that ought not to be were not. She didn't have a six-pack the way Brianna almost did, but this version of her still could not be described as fat. Not with that waist, those arms, that neck, those ankles.
Mom's voluminous black hair hung a little past her shoulders. Brianna's red-brown hair was spiky and cut close to her head. The pixie look was working for her, without question.
Yet they also had a lot in common. They both had large, bright eyes. Mom's were brown, Brianna's green. Their eyes were equally shrouded by long lashes. Both pairs of eyes were framed with black kohl. They had the same unblemished, porcelain skin. The overall bone structure in their faces was similar enough that if Mom had been thinner, had a smaller nose and no wrinkles, their faces would be all but identical.
But since none of that was true, I had to say that the one area where Brianna clearly had Mom beat was from the neck up. Fuck, Brianna was gorgeous
Mom took the seat that Natalie had vacated earlier, across the table from Brianna. "So what are we playing?" she asked. "I haven't played drinking games in years."
"Kings," Todd replied. "It's kind of complicated, but not incredibly so."
playing Kings," Dom said. "But we were just getting ready to make things more interesting anyway. Do you know how to play poker?"
"Not the new games you kids play. Austin Hold-Them or whatever. But I know 7-card Stud, draw...you know, the basics," Mom replied.
"Great," Dom said. "How about strip poker? 7-card stud."
Todd's jaw went slack. I tried to contain my reaction. Dom's face didn't reveal a thing. Brianna smiled and nodded at Mom encouragingly.
"I don't know," Mom said. She was blushing.
Not a surprised reaction, nor offended. Just reluctance. And probably feigned at that, given the hint of a grin I saw.
So, fuck it. "Come on, Mom. It'll be fun. We can stop at any time," I said.
She stared at me, fretting at her lower lip with her teeth. "Why would any of you even want to see...," she began.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mom," Dom said. "You're no harder on the eyes than anyone here. Besides, it's not meant to be exciting. It's supposed to be embarrassing. Raise the stakes."
Mom regarded Dom. "Well, so long as you really wouldn't mind if I did end up losing a few hands. I'm not sure I'm very good."
"We'll get over it," I said. "With years of counseling."
Which probably ought to have been necessary anyway, given the thoughts I was thinking.
"Okay then," Mom said, "why the hell not. But we stop after topless, okay?"
Dom shook his head and started to explain his objection.
I cut in though. "What if the guys lose hands? If we only have to take off our shirts, the game is rigged in our favor. But if we have to show everything, you should have to too."
Dom nodded. If he saw me as trying to steal his spotlight, he didn't let it show.
"That really is only fair," Brianna said with a shrug.
"If we're going to bother doing it...," Todd said.
"Okay, okay," Mom said, a few spots of color in her otherwise alabaster cheeks.
After a dozen hands, most of us had lost at least one garment. Though, of course, Todd had not. And this was, at least in part, a game of chance. The bastard.
Somehow Brianna had also managed to avoid losing. But she was just wearing the one garment, unless she counted her heels. So that was okay by me, for now. I was afraid the fun just might end the minute one of us had to get completely naked.
For my part, I'd lost my shirt. From what I could tell by glancing down, and from the way Brianna's and Mom's eyes lingered on me when I took it off, the alternate version of me was built like a bodybuilder. I didn't know abs could
be that well defined.
Mom had taken off her heels and stockings. Her semi-transparent teddy remained, much to my disappointment. But I had to admit, it didn't really leave that much to the imagination anyway. When she got up at one point to get another drink, we got a nice look at her ass. It wobbled delightfully when she walked. At least, I thought that delightful. Todd and Dom seemed a bit less fixated on it, and a good deal more eager to see Brianna lose a hand.
Dom had lost his shirt early, and on the last hand, his pants. He was wearing black silk boxers that couldn't contain his massive erection. I don't mean it made a tent in his boxers. I mean he had it tucked off to the side, and a good two inches or more poked out beneath the bottom. His head reached more than halfway to his knee. "Fuck it," he said. "I guess that doesn't even count." And with that, he took his boxers off.
Brianna clapped and whooped while Mom blushed and pretended not to look.
Mom's eyes remained fixated in his lap for a while. "Does that mean the game is over? Or, what, do we go until everyone is fully naked?"
Todd scoffed. "That will take forever. You suckers aren't getting nothing from me."
Dom shrugged. "How was the hot-tub, Mom? Should we move the party there?"
Mom regained control of her jaw and her eyes. She folded her arms inward. Her breasts couldn't be hidden without a barn though. "I don't know. This was fun. But...."
"Oh, come on, Mom. You don't want to be the buzz-kill now, do you? After all the points you earned in the coolest-mom-ever department?" I asked.
Todd held his head low, avoiding eye contact. I did notice though, for the first time, a pronounced bulge in his pants. I'd been starting to wonder what was wrong with him.
Mom fretted at her lower lip, met my gaze. "I don't know how many points-"
"Mom. We're going to the hot-tub. We'd love, really love, for you to join us. Your choice. But we're going," Dom said.
She nodded slowly to herself. "Alright. Why not."
Dom looked around the table. "You guys aren't going to make me fly solo?"
"Not a chance," Brianna said, and moments later she was stark naked.
I found myself staring more than I'd expected. Her charms had been more or less fully on display already, and she was hardly my type. But she was just so comfortable in her own skin, so certain that all eyes were on her.
I looked at Mom. She blushed, flashed a nervous grin, and looked away.
"Why not," I said, pulling my pants and boxers off. Something in the back of my mind stirred and, with some effort, I enhanced the size of my cock. I was noticeably larger than Dom, especially in girth. For now, that would do.
The women glanced between my legs. They both looked ready to drool.
Todd joined the party. He was every bit as cut as I had forced myself to be, taller, and with a thinner waist. And probably hadn't needed to make an effort of it. His dick was about the same size as Dom's, a touch longer and thinner.
"Your turn," I said to Mom.
She slipped the loose straps of the teddy over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. All eyes in the room snapped to attention. Her breasts were even larger than I'd have guessed. Gravity had taken a little bit of a toll, as could only be expected, but her massive tits still mostly hung high. Her nipples pointed outward, not downward. Though they hung below her ribcage, they were round and firm, not at all like pancakes as larger breasts sometimes were. Her areolas were large, twice the size of Brianna's, but were still but a fraction of the overall size of her breasts. Her nipples, very much standing at attention, were almost as big as the tip of my pinky finger.
"Daaamn," Todd said.
"Amen to that," I added.
Mom smiled, eased her arms back, letting her natural wonders come forward a bit more. "Thanks, everyone," she said, blushing.
"Now, for that hot tub. I'm getting cold," Dom said. "Someone grab more drinks."
Brianna and I volunteered to see to that.
My eyes were glued on my mother's glorious ass, which seemed so out of place given her comparatively tiny waist, as she headed up the stairs with my brothers. I almost couldn't believe the way her cheeks swelled and rolled as she walked. So busy was I watching her leave, in fact, that I accidentally brushed Brianna's thigh with my cock as I made my way around the back of the bar alongside her.
"Sorry about that," I said.
My heart raced. The evening had been progressively moving farther and farther away from harmless territory, but that was the first time any of us had touched each other. It was like we were playing a game of Jenga, our little game resting on an ever shakier foundation by the minute. Had I just pulled out the piece that would send it all crashing down?
My cousin just laughed. "It's okay." She tapped the head of my tool, softly, and giggled when it sprang back up with force. "I can think of worse things to bump into."
I almost grabbed her and bent her over the mini-fridge behind the bar there and then. But right after she made that comment, she headed for the stairs.
So I followed her up to the second floor and out to the patio. Mom sat between Dom and Todd in one of the hot tubs. Dom had his arms spread out to the side. Todd's shoulders were hunched inward, and he was mostly staring into his lap, but it was more obvious than he probably thought that he was peering out the corner of his eye at Mom.
Brianna slipped in next to Todd, showing no response to the stark contrast between the freezing air and the warm water. I couldn't manage her grace as I settled in next to her. We passed the beers and mixed drinks around once we were both settled.
"...okay, maybe that was a low estimate," Mom said with a blush. "You don't really want to know, do you?"
"Why not?" Dom asked. "It's not like that has anything to do with whether you're a good mother. We're just making conversation."
Mom covered her face with her hands, laughing nervously. "You're going to freak out though. I know it." She hesitated. "Twenty-seven."
Todd's eyes bulged. But Dom didn't so much as blink.
"Good for you," he said without a moment's hesitation.
"I guess," she said. "I don't know if that's good."
"Why not?" I added. "Did you have fun?"
She nodded without meeting my eyes.
"Then there you go. Nothing wrong with that," I said.
"Exactly," Brianna said. "If not for women like you, women of my generation wouldn't be able to embrace their sexuality without shame. So good for you, and good for us."
Mom drew a deep breath. "So what about you all? Have my sons been very busy?"
"I'll tell you, but you're just going to assume I'm bragging," Dom said. "Thirty-four."
Mom's jaw went slack. She recovered quickly. "And you?" she asked me and Todd.
"Only six," Todd said. Then, after a brief pause, "Okay, that's a lie. More like sixteen."
Mom chewed her lower lip pensively. "You should be proud of your decisions, no matter what they are," she said at last.
"Um, thanks, Mom," Todd said with a frown.
"I've only been with four," I said.
Everyone stared at me in disbelief. Including Mom.
I wasn't sure how to feel. Was it flattering that she'd assumed I'd bedded more women? Or disappointing that she wasn't proud of me for being less promiscuous?
"Damn. I knew you were a loser, but shit," Dom said.
Todd laughed. "Seriously. And there've been at least five girls that you dated for more than a year. So that means you're not even batting a thousand within relationships."
Mom slapped one then the other of her sons. "Boys!"
Brianna shifted a little closer. "I think it's sweet. There aren't a lot of guys," she suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. Couldn't get that one out with a straight face."
"Thanks," I said, dripping sarcasm.
For all the attention my response was getting, I was suddenly sure it wasn't even true.
It was like I lived two lives, in two different worlds. One in a world in which my family was an ordinary family, and my mother was neither preternaturally alluring nor inclined to play strip poker with her sons. Then there was the one I currently inhabited.
In the former, it was
true that I'd only slept with four women. But in this reality, I thought it might be a safe bet that I'd slept with more than four women just counting those in my family. I didn't remember anything in detail, but somehow I still knew it was true.
"Bet every one of those girlfriends was might disappointed, too," Todd said. "Do you even know how to make a girl squirt?"
"Todd!" Mom said. "That's none of our business. Besides, I'm sure he does."
I mouthed a silent thank you to her.
Dom made a show of counting out on his fingers. "So I've fucked fully twenty five percent of the women you've been with. Damn. If I'd have known that, I might not have done it." He paused, and devilish grin spread across his lips. "Or maybe I'd have decided to aim for a clean sweep. Apparently it would've been a lot easier than I thought."
"Fuck you," I said reflexively. Though, honestly, I was pretty much over it. Lauren had been a slut-whore anyway.
"Wait, what?" Mom said. "Please tell me I did not just hear-"
"That Dom is into banging his brother's girlfriends? Oh, yeah. Makes a habit of it."
"Too fucking true," Todd said, siding with me over Dom for a change.
"That's pretty rockstar," Brianna said.
Todd and I glowered at her.
She held her hands up defensively. "What? It is
. I mean, I'm sorry it happened to you guys, but until she's married with kids, every woman is a free agent. We're not like you guys. We don't just look for the first person above some minimum threshold who will say yes. We need to be with the top dog. If another alpha male comes along...."
"Come on. Not all women are like that," I said.
"Well...," Mom said. "No, not all. But far more than I think my sweet son might like to believe. Including some of the ones you'd least expect it of." She paused. "The only thing I'd disagree with is the idea that this changes after she gets married and has kids."
Wow. I wasn't sure if hearing that from my mother surprised me more than her agreeing to a late night skinny dip in the hot tub with her sons and niece.
Brianna cut in. "Okay, anyway, what's the wildest thing you've tried?" she asked Mom.
"Oh, nothing beats two guys at once," Mom blurted out. Then she covered her mouth. When no one showed much of a reaction, she took her hand away. "Your father doesn't agree to that as often as I'd like though. Sometimes, I'm really jealous of my sister. Jim lets her do pretty much whatever she wants. Sometimes that means she brings another woman home. For her. Other times, she cuckolds him." She pressed her eyes shut tight. "I can't believe I just told you guys that!"
Apparently we couldn't believe she'd told us that either, because for a while, none of us spoke a word. Finally, Todd broke the silence. In characteristic fashion, he asked what everyone was thinking but was too polite to say. "So, um, spit-roasting, or DP?"
Mom blushed. "Both are nice." Realizing that her answer demanded some elaboration, she then said, "It's not hard to overdo DP. But if I get two studs in my bed and it doesn't happen even once, it's definitely a letdown."
Another collective hush settled over the hot tub.
"I've had three," Brianna said at last. "There's something to be said for it, but two is plenty. And I guess I'm my mother's daughter, because I'm just as happy taking another woman to bed as another man. Sometimes, I don't even want any guys involved."
Mom nodded. "I figured as much, but I think I'd still like to say I've done it. Three guys, that is. I've been with women, and it's okay. I don't mind it. But I don't need it, and I definitely want there be at least one guy involved. Preferably more." She sighed longingly. "Something about the idea of three
men all being hot for me...."
My cock was so hard it hurt. Picturing all kinds of terrible things in my mind, I leaned back a bit. This led the tip of my dick to pop up out of the water. Mom gasped.
Brianna giggled and immediately reached under the water and gave me a few pumps. "Whoa, there, tiger. Like to hear mommy talk about taking three cocks at once, do ya?"
Everyone went silent.
was definitely the game-changer. But was the Jenga tower about to collapse?
Or were things about to take an even naughtier turn?
I wasn't the only one suddenly filed with anxiety. To judge from the looks on everyone's faces, uncertainty over what would come next was so thick in the air, it was all but palpable.
At least for a few awkward moments. Until I drew a deep breath, sat back up straight, and said, "Pretty much, yeah. That was really fucking hot."
Brianna laughed and started stroking me faster. "Well, it's good to be honest."
pretty damned hot," Todd said. "Long as we're being open."
Mom turned to Dom. "What about you? Did that freak you out? Or did you also think it was `hot' to hear your mother say she wants to be filled with three dicks?"
Dom smiled. "It's hard to imagine anything hotter than hearing you talk about how much you enjoy sex. Except maybe if you confessed that you don't just want any old three dicks. If you were to go ahead and say..., well I think we'd all lose it."
Mom leaned in and whispered in Dom's ear. I saw her arm moving under the water, and then the other arm, the one by Todd, was as well.
Oh, god. My heart almost burst right out my chest. Was this really happening?
Brianna turned to me. "Well how about that."
"Yeah," I said. "Can't say that's how I pictured the night ending."
"Heh. Nope, me either," she said.
Then my cousin climbed into my lap, facing away from me, reached down and guided my fat cock towards the inviting entrance to her love canal.
I held her steady by her hips, staring at her ass and glistening lips.
She let out moans as she eased down my pole. It took her a while to get me all the way inside. Once she had, her pussy was again submerged under water. That might have accounted for some of the sounds she'd made, but I was more than happy to take the credit.
She ground her hips back and forth a few times. "You're fucking huge, Frank. My god. Mmm, you know, this is all kinds of wrong. Absolutely sick, really. But, damned if I've ever been more turned on than I am right now. I don't care that you're my cousin. Actually, I do. It's turning me on even more."
I tried not to let myself think the same. Tried to focus on little things, like not letting her gorgeous, shiny, red-brown locks get in my face.
Was her hair that long a moment ago?
The last thing I wanted was to cum too early. But holy shit, Brianna was tight, and knew how to use her body. God, did she know how to use her body.
She crooked a finger at Todd. He retrieved his cock from Mom and came over to us. Brianna took it in her mouth like she had never wanted anything so badly. He closed his eyes and his chest and ab muscles squeezed so tight they seemed like they'd rip away from his bones. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he said.
I looked past Brianna's red ringlets and saw Mom bouncing up and down on Dom, holding her breasts to keep them from flopping uncontrollably, while he groped her ass cheeks so tight he left pink marks in her white skin.
Concentrate. Concentrate. Must not finish too soon.
A minute or two later, I felt I had more control over the situation, despite a few close calls. But I felt a bit drained. Like I'd given something up to get there.
I could worry about that later. For now, I was just happy it worked. Still on the very brink of cumming, I somehow kept going. Todd had busted his nut and gone back to join Mom and Dom, leaving me alone with Brie. I redoubled my efforts to get her off, and, without realizing I could, did something inside her head to make sure the pleasure of my efforts was nearly twice as intense as it should have been.
"Mmm, baby, I don't know when you learned to do that, but I like it. It's not going to make enough of a difference in the end, but it sure is nice."
I pulled her hair off to the side and kissed her neck, nibbled her ear. As I did, I whispered, "Don't underestimate me."
She cooed softly, rubbing the back of my head. "You're lovely, dear."
The bitch. She was so convinced she was going to prevail, she apparently didn't even feel the need to bother with trash talk any more.
Burning some more energy, I made my already monstrous member grow further. And I picked up the pace, assaulting my cousin's tight little hole far faster than humanly possible.
She laughed, reached under the water to stimulate her clit. "That's it, baby."
And I did. Did I ever.
As I fucked her, I reached around and fondled her breasts. They were smaller than those of any of the other women in the family. Dom or Todd might have thought them just fine all the same, but I found it hard not to be a bit disappointed.
While I worked my fat cock up into her tight snatch and rolled her hard nipples between my fingers, I felt her shudders reaching a crescendo, heard her breathing accelerate. She was right at the brink. I prepared myself to drain her but good.
However, all of a sudden, unbearable ecstasy overwhelmed me. The purest bliss I'd ever felt. I erupted, my balls working overtime to pump my sperm into my cousin's warm and receptive hole. Meanwhile, she was in the throes of a monster orgasm herself. Neither of us, therefore, had the chance to drain the other.
She stood up, spun around, and straddled my hips once more. Those green eyes were open wide, unblinking. A grin spread across her lips. "That. Was. Hot." She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me like she was trying to suck my soul out. I reached down and fondled her ass. Unlike her breasts, the feel of it changed my mind about it being too small.
Even if it hadn't, her kiss hardly left me any room to be disappointed about anything at all. If she'd kept it going for just a bit longer, I'd probably have reached another climax.
From a damned kiss.
But just then, Dom whistled loudly from outside the hot tub. Mom and Todd started laughing, and Bridget finally came up for air. Tucking a lock of her gorgeous hair behind a point ear, she blushed, planted another quick peck on my lips and climbed out of the tub.
"Frank, baby, I was thinking maybe we'd go ahead and, you know." Mom ran her hand through her hair. "I'd like to get fucked by all three of my sons." She drew a deep breath. "Unless you didn't mean what you said before about how hot you thought that was."
"No, no. That...that would be perfect," I said as I too climbed out of the tub.
Mom smiled. "Good. Brie, honey, if you'd like to join us, please do. I want to go airtight for at least a little while, but otherwise, there's more than enough meat here to go around."
"Great. Because you weren't going to be able to get rid of me if you tried," Brianna said, giving Dom's bare ass a firm slap. "I'm fixing to complete the tour of your sons myself."
Dom pulled her close. "That so?"
"Yeah," she said, in her cutest little bubbly voice.
Mom laughed, folded her arms over her humongous breasts and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Okay, so let's head back inside then, huh? It's cold out."
"Hadn't noticed," Brie said, reaching down to give Dom's stiff dick a few good pumps.
So the five of us headed back down to the bottom floor. Mom told us to dry off and meet back in the sitting room.
The women went into one of the two bathrooms, and three guys squeezed into the other. Dom opened the closet and handed towels around.
"Okay, I know I'm not the only one hoping Mom gets off quickly," Todd said.
"You said it," Dom said. Then he rat-tailed me with his towel. "You lucky fuck. Having Brianna all to yourself that whole time. I can't wait to hit that."
I sighed. I'd have loved to trade places with either of them. But if I admitted that, they'd only mock me for it. "What can I say. She was
pretty fucking good."
"I bet," Todd said. "She sure knows how to suck a dick, I can tell you that much."
When we came back into the sitting room, we found Mom and Brie had not only fixed their hair and makeup, but put their stockings and heels back on. Mom was lying beneath Brie on the couch, the two of them sixty-nine-ing.
"How'd they get ready before us?" Todd whispered to me and Dom.
We both shrugged. "Magic, I guess," I said. Which, I figured, was fairly close to true.
The three of us waited until the two women brought each other to climax. Then Brie went and sat atop the bar and fingered herself while she watched us assemble Mom's Tupperware party. I sat on the couch and Mom rode me cowgirl. My brothers waited a minute or so for me and Mom to get comfortable with each other before Dom stood up on the couch beside me, holding his cock at the ready. Mom smiled, licked her lips, staring at his thick piece, and told him to wait until Todd was in place. For his part, Todd laughed awkwardly, adjusting his position a few times to avoid getting too close to me. But in the end, he decided it was more important to have a decent angle than to minimize the risk of any contact of any kind with his brother, and it took him less time to get the full length of his cock all the way inside Mom's fat ass than it did for him to decide that he was actually going through with this.
Only then did Mom engulf Dom's cock in her mouth.
In the back of my mind, I was fairly sure I'd actually slept with my mother before. But I still spent about the first two minutes repeatedly telling myself that I couldn't believe this was happening, as Todd and I took turns fondling her breasts. It made no sense that she could be relatively thin overall but still have breasts and an ass like she did.
Fortunately for all three of us brothers, Mom did indeed cum shortly after we started. My brothers were all too glad to pull Brianna down from the bar after that and spit-roast her, while I was delighted that I got to have Mom alone.
We smiled awkwardly at one another. She hadn't so much as climbed off of my fat cock. Mom stroked my hair tenderly, planting soft kisses on my lips now and then, while she gently rocked back and forth. I gripped her soft ass tight in my hands, gathering my thoughts.
"So," she said.
"That was nice."
"Night's still young," I said. "I've got plans for you."
I stood up suddenly, spun around, and dumped her onto the couch. She spun around, and landed with her knees on the flat cushions and hands gripping the upright ones. I slapped her ass good and hard then mounted her.
"Oh, baby," Mom said. "That's it. Mommy loves it when you take charge."
The hand on her shoulder reached up and gave her hair a firm tug. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to draw a slight yelp. "Shh. Just shut up and let me fuck you."
She cooed softly, but indeed did not speak another word until she came.
"Now," I said, "your son is going to see if he can't make you melt in his mouth."
Mom guided my head down between her soft thighs, grinning ear to ear.
She tasted wonderful. I couldn't get enough of her sweet juice. With deft movements of tongue and fingers, I guided Mom through three orgasms. The first two came quickly, and were small. The third was more violent, and had her ejaculating wildly.
I felt like I could fly. Energy coursed through me, and it was almost a wonder this sad sack of flesh, blood and bone was up to the task of containing all of it.
If Mom had thought I'd fucked her good before, she hadn't seen anything yet. Over the course of the next half hour, I came many times. But her orgasms came faster and lasted longer than mine, so it didn't matter.
Finally, I paused when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I'd all but forgotten that there was anyone else in the room besides me and my mother.
"Mind if I cut in?" Brianna said. "I think I broke the other two toys."
"Sure, sweetie. I'm not sure how much more I can take, though I hate to admit that," Mom said, wiping some sweaty locks from her forehead.
It took Brianna no time at all to fuck all that precious energy right back out of me.
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