Todd took his time with Mom. Not because he was enjoying her for her own sake, as I would have in his shoes. No, to judge by the taunts he tossed out to the rest of the room, what he was really enjoying was rubbing our faces in the fact that he was the king.
If it bothered Mom that he was using her to make a point, or that he was being quite rough with her, she didn't let it show. In fact, she rather seemed to enjoy it. She encouraged him to slap her harder, to continue calling her names.
Add another one to the list. And this time, it was one of her sons.
But that was something to worry about more later. It was only fair to Natalie to let her be the center of my universe for at least as long as I was inside her.
Even if her own attention was itself plenty divided now that Dad had joined us.
A good while later, when Mom finally told Todd she could take no more, everyone else seemed to take that as a sign that the festivities were over for now.
Dad looked at his watch. "Just barely have time for a shower before I head to the airport to pick up your aunts." Looking at Natalie, he added, "Did you enjoy yourself, baby?"
She moaned contentedly before collapsing on the couch. She looked like she might fall asleep right there, even though she was practically naked and drenched in sweat and cum.
Holly pulled herself away from Sean and Patrick, looking equally worn out. Maybe more so, if that was possible. "I'm afraid I think I've had all the fun I can handle for now too. Don't have superpowers like you all."
Rob coughed, holding his hand up like a student waiting to be called on in a classroom.
"Not all. I'm with you. I think I'll take my lovely wife here up to bed and the two of us can do what normal people sometimes
do in bed. You know, sleep
Melanie grabbed her father and her brother and led the three of them towards the garage apartment. Neither looked the least bit tired.
That left me and Mom alone with Patrick, of all people.
"Mind if I join you two?" he asked.
"Sure, honey," Mom said before I could say anything.
Maybe I should have anyway. But the kid had to still be pretty well under the influence of my veil. I didn't think he was going to try anything stupid just yet. By the look of him, he didn't have anything but sex on his mind at the moment.
Besides, I wanted to talk to Mom, alone, with her memories restored, before deciding what to do about Patrick. So I slipped up behind Mom, patted her fat ass with one open palm, and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna hang back. Let him feel special for a bit. Meanwhile, maybe you can suck him dry and the two of us can have that alone time?"
She purred and reached back behind her to give my semi-erect penis a love tap.
"Okay, enough of that," Pat said, stepping closer to Mom. He put one hand tentatively on her hip and stared over her shoulder at me.
Slinking away, I held up my hands in surrender.
My nephew smiled at me the way few people other than Todd could. It was a smile that said I'd be a fool to think I was his equal, yet still seemed to express genuine satisfaction at my defeat, for all that it seemed strange to take any pleasure in triumphing over someone who allegedly offered no competition whatsoever.
He made as if to kiss his grandmother, but when she went up on tiptoes, he covered her face with his hand. "On your knees."
Mom obeyed his command.
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, but like my mother, said not a word.
"There's only one way to treat a slut," he said to me. "I don't even get off on this, to be honest. Dominance and submission isn't my kink. Nor yours, I take it. But it is
Grandma's, isn't it? And you just can't stand that, can you? How does it feel to know that she's hotter for me right now than she's ever been for you, my legendary Uncle Frank? The man who has so much power and talent that half the damn women in the family are in love with him. Yet you can't really satisfy the one woman you wants most. Doesn't that just make you want to smash your fist into a wall?"
Not a all, no.
I took a deep breath, hoping that when I spoke, I could keep from betraying my emotions. It wasn't easy. I winced a little with each cough or gag my mother made. Pat wasn't receiving a blowjob from her. He was fucking her mouth and her throat. Rather aggressively.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Honestly, I don't really know," he said. With one hand, he gave my mother's hair a sharp tug. She squealed. Or tried to. With his cock in her mouth, the sound got muffled. He looked down at her with what I think was supposed to be a smile, but looked more like a grimace. "I'll tell you what I don't
want, and that's for you to slow down. Whore. Suck that fucking dick."
Without a word, my mother went back to gobbling on his cock.
"At first," Pat continued, looking at me, "I wanted a normal family. Wanted my mother to behave like a mother should, instead of teasing me, walking around the house looking like a whore. Oh, sure, she claimed she didn't know what I was talking about when I told her that I knew, that I'd seen her true face, and that I knew it was
her true face. But I saw the recognition in her eyes. Eventually, though, sometime after she finally told me the truth, I think I started to want her
. Wanted to see her look at me the way you look at Grandma."
"What's that got to do with me? Or your grandmother?" I asked.
He sneered. "What's that got to do with you? Are you fucking serious? You mean you don't even see it?"
I shook my head slowly from side to side. "Honestly, I haven't got a clue what you're talking about. Or why you're so angry."
My nephew barked a mirthless laugh.
"She'll never moan for me the way she did for you, in this very room, just a little while ago," Pat said. "I don't know what you did to her, but I've never seen her like that. At first I thought the problem was Todd. The way she always talks about him, all the pictures she has of him all over the house. There are few enough of you. So I figured you were an afterthought. But I see now that I was wrong about that."
"You're crazy," I said.
He glanced down at Mom, frowned, pulled his cock out of her mouth, then smacked her across the face. Hard. "Bitch. No one told you to use your teeth."
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"Damn right you are," he said, pressing his dick to her lips again.
It was a wonder I didn't accidentally set the house on fire, my anger was burning so hot.
"You're not going to try to feed me some bullshit about how she told you how much she loves me, I hope?" he said, turning back to me. "Because I can see the truth plainly enough with my own eyes. I know it's her brothers, not me. Will never be me."
"No," I said. "She didn't tell me that. I'm sure she does
love you, in a way. If not quite the way you want. But you're crazy if you think I'm the reason things aren't the way you want them to be with her. My sister has never had the same feelings for me that she had for Todd. And never will. If you have to be jealous of someone, and I assure you that jealousy will not win her over, you've got the wrong uncle."
"Do I?" he asked as he continued bucking his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep into my mother's throat. "Somehow I doubt that. But it doesn't really mater. You're the one in love with a slut who'll let me treat her like shit. I'd love to see the same look on Uncle Todd's face that I'm seeing on yours right now, but I don't really have any way of doing that, so I'll just have to settle for this."
What I felt just then wasn't quite relief. Having to watch him treat Mom like this was bad enough. But it was good to know that, for now, making me feel the jealousy he himself felt was as grand as his designs went.
When more of his memories returned, that would change. It would have to, once he remembered what he'd done. Unless he was even more a blind fool than it was beginning to sound like he was, he'd realize that the rest of us weren't likely to turn a blind eye to that. And that would make him desperate, and dangerous.
For now, though, I could grit my teeth and wait for his little game to be over. Odds were it was bothering me more than Mom, even though she was the one on her knees.
Like Nat, my mother was no delicate little flower, and wouldn't appreciate it if she thought I saw her as one. Besides, the very first time she'd taken me as a lover, I'd seen her let Dad do worse to her than her grandson was doing now. No doubt, it was different when it was coming from a man that loved her, as my father did, or at least once had. But she could take care of herself.
In fact, she chose that moment to prove it.
Pat's eyes rolled back in his head. "What...ungh."
I couldn't see what Mom had done, but whatever it was, it clearly worked.
Spasms wracked my nephew's body as he climaxed again and again. The color drained from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat soon coated his forehead and torso.
Realizing just how literally Mom had interpreted it when I'd asked her to suck him dry, I ran around behind him and caught him in my arms just as he started to fall. I carried him to the couch and dropped him like a sack of potatoes.
"Don't worry, he'll be okay," Mom said, as she rose to her feet. The bruise Pat had left her healed right before my eyes.
"I wasn't worried. But how do you know?" I asked.
"Didn't Devour him did I? Anything short of that, our kind eventually recovers from."
I snickered. "You're something else, you know that?"
"And don't you forget it," she said with a smile. "Now, go have a drink or something. Meet me in my bedroom in twenty minutes. I want to shower and get ready for you."
Just as I was starting to wonder what was keeping Mom, the door to her bedroom opened. I sat up straighter, but stayed put. Didn't want to seem too overeager.
"Sorry I took so long," Mom said as she slipped into the room.
My jaw went slack. On the one hand, I knew every curve of her body. The way she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted had been seared indelibly into my memory. Yet, at the same time, I wasn't sure I'd ever really get used to the idea that it was possible for a woman to be built like that. To have a waist that thin yet hips and breasts so generous. There were times, such as just then, when I felt as though I was seeing her for the first time.
The only thing Mom wore was a length of red ribbon. Loops of it bit softly into her supple thighs, curled about her calves, and formed something of a sleeve down one arm. One huge breast was pressed flat against her chest by the fabric, though the other sat atop it. She'd tied a bow out of the ribbon by her navel. Aside from that, she was completely naked.
"I just wanted to prepare one last gift for you," she said, holding her hands out, palms up. She gave one hip a good shake, making her most delicious parts ripple.
"It's, um, very nice," I said, feigning a lack of interest.
Mom scrunched up her face and shook her fist at me. "Oh, you. I oughta punch you right in the nose." She looked down at herself then back at me. "Seriously. Do you like it?"
I slipped out of bed and walked over to her, tucking my erection up in my waistband. My hands slowly slid across her body, delighting at the soft, cool feel of her skin. Eventually, I brought my hands back together at the bow.
Mom stared up into my eyes with bated breath, lower lip trembling. "Well?"
Without a word, I deftly undid the bow and pulled away the ribbon, letting it fall the floor. I stepped back and appraised my gift.
Mom grabbed my biceps in her hands, squeezing tight, and, through clenched teeth, said, "I need you inside me. Right-"
Moving faster than she perhaps knew I could, I whipped around behind her, turned her to the side, bent her over the bed and prepared to enter her.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Frank. I love when you get a little wild," she said.
I fucked her like that for a while. But before long, I pulled out. Then I had her climb into bed and get on all fours so we could do doggy-style properly.
It was just like the first time we'd ever been together. Only this time, she didn't need to tell me when to grab her breasts and when to fondle her ass, because I summoned a few extra hands. The hands that were actually attached to my body held her broad hips for support. With some of the others, I groped, caressed, and slapped her fat ass, fondled and squeezed her huge, soft breasts, mashing them together. One stroked her hair, every now and then giving it a firm, but not harsh, tug. Another slipped down between her legs and frigged her clitoris. Still more hands rubbed her back and shoulders and caressed her thighs. Finally, the last two hands alternately eased back and pressed firmly against the soles of her feet, working in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of my dick into her pussy.
Eventually, mouths opened up in the palms of some of the disembodied hands, and I sucked on her puffy nipples while gently cupping her breasts.
Mom had learned a few tricks of her own while I'd been gone. Though she was down on all fours, I felt one of her hands fondling my sac. She then followed my lead and grew a mouth in the floating hand and sucked on each ball in turn.
And that was just what we were doing physically.
We waged an unseen war, trying to numb ourselves partially to the pleasures we visited upon one another, while simultaneously trying to heighten one another's sensitivity.
The net result was that, most of the time, the pleasures of the flesh were no more nor less intense than they ought to be. But here and there, for a few fleeting instants, it would feel like everything got dialed up to eleven, and I'd be all but on the brink of tears.
Our climaxes arrived more or less right on top of one another. Hers began just a moment before mine, and it may well have been the spasms of her walls that sent me over the edge.
I almost felt sorry for poor Nat and Rob, who were in the room above us, trying to sleep. Our screams practically brought the roof down atop our heads.
Mom collapsed beneath me. I dismissed my small army of backup hands.
"That was perfect, baby," Mom said, rolling onto one side. "You have no idea how-"
Again, I cut her off.
This time, it was only with a kiss. But while we explored each other's mouths, I also explored her body with one hand. And this time, my hand was supercharged with sexual energy. So much energy, in fact, that as it passed over her body, it randomly emitted crackling blue bolts. Not tiny little things that tingled and titillated, like so many members of the family sometimes discharged. No, each charge brought Mom to climax. They were small, brief orgasms. Not like the monster she'd just had when I was inside her. But even so. In the span of two or three minutes, she got off no fewer than a dozen times.
When I finally took my mouth from hers, she gasped for air.
"Nice trick," she said.
"Not really. But we're working up to those," another me said from behind her.
Mom giggled. "Two can play at that game." There were now two of her as well.
Not to be outdone, I split my consciousness into a third body as well.
I'm impressed," Mom said.
So we had a two person five-some. Mom went on all fours and sucked me off while, with another body, I fucked her doggy-style again. Meanwhile, I lifted her up into the air, sat on nothing, and, with the two of us suspended in the air, had her ride me.
But as strong as I'd gotten while I was away, showing off like that took a lot out of me. And though I'd sort of had ample opportunity to fuel up, what with my mother achieving orgasm in one body or another every few minutes, she had me cumming just as often. It would have been hard to keep ahead even if I'd been willing to drink more deeply from her when she was vulnerable than I in fact was.
So after we'd been going at it like that for nearly ten minutes, I told her I needed a break. Thankfully, she was ready for one too.
Suddenly, a mere two bodies plopped down onto the bed.
We lay on our backs, side by side, holding hands, grinning uncontrollably.
Trembling, Mom said, "I got myself off a couple of times in the shower, thinking about you. I've missed you so
badly. And you should have seen your face this morning. I mean, everyone enjoyed themselves. At least, I hope they did. But only you looked at me like you might die if you couldn't have me."
I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. "I've missed you too."
"I kept thinking that, eventually, the ache would lessen," Mom said. "But if anything, it only got worse over time. And I just hate that the last time we were together was when your cousin helped me unlock your memory of our first time. Maybe it was just in my head, but I got the impression you didn't really like everything you saw there. And we never even had the chance to talk about it. I couldn't stop thinking about that."
"That show you put on was perfect. I'd spent all morning thinking you had something just for me planned. Watching all those other guys get their turn on the coffee table...and of course Todd got to be king...it's a good thing we just did what we just did, or you might have had a case of spontaneous human combustion on your hands."
"And you think that by telling me how much you enjoyed it, I'm somehow not going to notice that you dodged my question?"
"You didn't ask a question," I said.
"Well, just now, I most certainly did," she said. "And you definitely
dodged that one." She sighed and sat up, hands folded in her lap. Without meeting my gaze, she said, "I was right, wasn't I? Even though he's gone now, you're still jealous of Dom."
I sat up as well. "No, that's not it."
"But there is an 'it?"'
"Yeah, okay. I guess there is," I said, scratching the back of my head.
She placed a hand on my thigh. "Mommy doesn't want you to be mad at her."
"It's stupid. Doesn't even matter," I said.
"Apparently, it does."
I laid one of my hands over hers. "I'm not mad at you. If anything, I'm mad at myself."
"About what?" she asked.
"I can't help but think that you want something that I can't give you," I said. "And that, because you know I can't, you won't ask for it. But I care about you too much not to feel bad about it all the same."
Her voice hardened. "And what, exactly, is it that you think you're not offering me that I want so badly? I'd like to know, since it's news to me."
I slipped out of bed and took a few steps towards the door. "Can we not talk about it?"
She drew a deep breath, held her hands up in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that. This is about rough sex, right?"
"And seeing me with Todd earlier made you even more upset?" she asked. "And...and, I suppose, the whole thing with Patrick. Even though you know I didn't want that. I was just going along with it so we could get some information out of him, and so he wouldn't see it coming when I decided we'd heard enough."
Again, I nodded. But then I hurried to add, "I'm not upset. I'm not judging you."
"Funny, it feels like you are
"I should go," I said.
"Don't. Don't do you dare!" she said. "I cried my eyes out over you almost every day for damn near three years. You can't just walk away from this."
"From what? I thought this isn't a relationship. It's just sex, right? Those were your words, you may recall. Patrick can talk about people being in love all he wants. That doesn't make it so. That simply isn't how it works for our kind, right? It's the one line we won't cross. Even Brianna wouldn't have."
"Honey, I'm your mother! What do you want from me?" She lifted her hands up and brought them down hard on the bed, though the gesture was somewhat less dramatic given that the bed covers absorbed the force of her blows without much sound. Then, more softly, she said, "I'm sorry. Obviously what we have is not just sex, Frank. I don't know what it is. That's an ugly conversation for another day. The point is, we both know I'm not just another lay to you and neither are you for me. So, please, let's talk this out like adults."
I walked back over to the bed and sat down, facing her. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy. And I hate the idea that there's ways I could, but you wouldn't even let me if I wanted to, because-"
"Honey, it's not like I can help the fact that I like it when some
guys go there. But you need to understand that what gets me off is knowing that I excite powerful emotions in the guy I'm with. For some guys, that only really happens one way. With you, it's different."
"Yeah?" I asked.
She laughed nervously. "Yes! Of course. What else would it be?"
"I don't know. Some women...I don't know."
"Aww. My baby's such a romantic." She touched my cheek, smiling wistfully. "In a way, it's kinda sweet that you can't even talk about it without blushing. But let's be clear. I really
don't want you to do that. And it's not just because I don't want you to do anything your uncomfortable with, though obviously that's also true. The bigger point, though, is that, while your inside me, I'm not thinking, 'Why won't he just smack me around some more and call me his whore?' You do things for me, to
me, that no man can. And that's
what I want. That's what I need
. Nothing more. So just forget all about that dirty, scary stuff Mommy lets some men do to her, okay?"
"Can I just say, nothing makes me want you more than when you talk to me like I'm still a child. That's so
fucking hot. Really makes me feel good about myself."
"Oh, Frankie, you'll always be my baby," she said, using a nickname I hadn't heard since I was twelve. Then she promptly added, "I know, I know. Again, not hot." She reached between my legs and stroked my flaccid cock with two fingers. "You think maybe we can do something about this?"
"Might be possible," I said.
"Tell me more about this Deirdre. And the woman you were imprisoned with. The one that sold you out," she said, continuing to stroke me.
"Why? What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Well, for starters," she asked, positioning herself to jerk me off with her big, soft breasts. "Did they do this for you?"
I snorted by way of response. But I didn't want her to think I was clamming up, so I ran a few fingers lightly through her hair and smiled at her.
"They did, did they?" she guessed correctly. "But I bet their breasts were smaller."
"Got that right," I said. My little guy was getting to be less and less little.
"And I'm sure they did this for you," she said, wrapping her full lips around my helmet. Her lips worked back and forth gently, never sliding so far as my foreskin. Just caressing my sensitive head over and over.
I was fully erect again already. "They did," I said.
Now that I'd reached my full length, she could wrap her soft pillows around my shaft and still take me in her mouth. And not just the head at this point. I moaned softly, continuing to stroke her raven tresses. Fuck, I'd missed her mouth.
While still sliding her breasts up and down along my shaft, she lifted her head up a bit and asked, "But when they did, you must never have had that strange feeling you get when you're thinking of her both as your favorite lover yet also aware that she's the same woman who helped you learn how to read and write and how to drive, who showed embarrassing baby pictures of you to your first girlfriend." She smiled. "Doesn't that just drive you crazy when you're with me?"
"Oh, god, Mom," I moaned. "You have no idea."
"Actually," she said, with an amused grin, "I think I do. It's even stranger for me. At least you never knew me as anything but a grown woman. Here I am, holding my son's huge, throbbing cock between my breasts, the taste of his pre-cum fresh in my mouth, and I can still remember when you were smaller than your manhood is now. It's the strangest, sexiest, sickest, most surreal and sinful thing I can imagine. And it gets me so wet just thinking about it. It was my womb that gave you the gift of life, and there's still no gift you'd like better to receive from me than going back inside, is there?"
"No, there isn't," I said.
Mom leaned back, depriving my cock of the pleasure of being trapped in the valley below her majestic peaks. But then she climbed up and mounted me cowgirl, offering me the still greater pleasure of sliding back inside that warm, welcoming place.
"Did you think of me when you were fucking them?" Mom asked.
"Not as often as I should have," I admitted.
Mom's lips tightened. But she bounced up and down on my pole no less furiously.
"What about you?" I asked. My hands, of which there were once again a great many, went to work all over her divine body. "Don't tell me your bed was cold while I was gone? Who did you try to replace me with? And did you picture me when they made you cum? How often did
they make you cum?"
"Every guy I could get my hands on," she said.
My heart raced. A few of my hands got a bit more aggressive. Tugged on her hair a bit more firmly. Slapped her ass a bit harder. Tweaked her nipples a bit more sharply.
"Mmm, yeah, baby. Do with me whatever you will."
I started bucking my hips faster, thrusting up into her hard enough that I could see the ripples echo up through her flat but not quite hard stomach and her huge breasts.
"But no, none of them...ungh...made Mommy cum the way you do."
A few of my extra hands winked out of existence. I replaced them with spectral mouths. While I fucked my mother harder and harder, I licked her clitoris, gave her a rim job, sucked her toes, and nibbled gently at her puffy nipples.
After a monster orgasm overtook her, I gave her a brief reprieve. Then I set about showing her a few more of the tricks I'd learned from Deirdre.
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