My pussy was a dripping mess.

Yours would be too if it had taken two loads of semen and had squirted twice from lesbian licking.

It was a regular Family Night at the Wallers.

Ever since last year and the twins "coming out to get in" moment in Florida, we had been at it with each other in all sorts of sexual combinations.

Steve has had threesomes with our daughter, Natalie and me and even had a few nights with the two of them alone.

“Oh my god, Dad! It feels so good to have you inside me!”

A real sex kitten she was becoming.

Nathan has done the same with Natalie and Bunny.

And Nora, her twin, who is firmly a lesbian, has had alone nights with both Bunny and me.

“Yes, Mom! Right there! Harder- oh fuuuck!”

They were twin sex kittens, apparently.

There were two threesomes with her sister and Bunny… That I was unfortunately not invited to. Admittedly, during one of them I was down the hall getting DPd by their brother and their father. So, I really should not complain.

And I, Mother Jennifer, have been trying to keep it all balanced to make sure everyone is okay.

It's been a hot and crazy year of emotional discovery, exquisite fucking, and a pregnancy scare. More on that later.

***

To help the now eighteen-year-old twins adjust, we added a house rule: every interaction with them would be reported to another family member ahead of time. Not out of safety and fear, but so they would have a third (or fourth) party to talk to in case they needed to process. So far neither had done so, but I felt a mom-need to keep the safe space in place.

Nora said it was "smother-mother-hover." I acted like I didn't care if she did.

“You didn’t do this when you started fucking Nathan,” she challenged.

I sighed and agreed but could not explain.

Things had abruptly changed after the holidays. When my mother-in-law, Alice, found out about the twins and asked to be involved, we decided to reorganize. The decision was to set aside Thursday Nights for full-on family fun. Anyone available could attend and be with whomever they wanted; all in the basement family room (ha!).

It was especially crazy when Nathan and Bunny were visiting from the city. They were both working and she was just starting her master's program.

To balance, Monday and Wednesday became blackout days. Only couples could have sex. Turns out that the twins had decided that they could be a “couple” and would sometimes have some fun anyway. I had no way to police it all and honestly didn't really want to.

But...Steve and I had to be the parents. It was best for us all...and our aging genitalia. Ugh…

This schedule had been in place since January after a ridiculous three-day debauchery where every combination of partnership manifested. (My personal favorite was watching Steve fuck Bunny's ass while I used a strap-on dildo on Nathan's ass. He was one of those exceptionally masculine, bisexual men that only seem to appear in fantasy pornography.)

Tonight was a sultry mid-July Thursday with all in attendance. Six people who have eaten my vulva.

Just like five years ago when Nathan headed off for college, the summer was bittersweet. We were trying to get as much family time (often sexual) under our belts as possible, pun intended. Because in August, my dear sweet, twin daughters were separating for the first time. Natalie was heading to Michigan, and Nora to Ohio. I had imagined this day in my head many times but always hoped they would stay together somehow.

Unrealistic? Romantic? Maybe… I liked to think of it as loving.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, a bit weak in the legs. I was finishing my cleanup and patting my puss. She had been through a lot tonight. I tossed the hand towel in the laundry basket I had set up for these nights. I looked around the room and absorbed everything with my senses.

The smell of the female release is so distinctive and hard to mistake. Fighting for dominance, the distinct odor of semen added quite a mix. Three of the women in the room wore very distinct perfumes. And unfortunately, my son was still obsessed with Axe deodorant… One thing I had to “let go” years ago.

Visually, the room was an impressionist painting; many colored sheets and towels capturing the electric and real candlelight.

Skin tones varied as well. The obvious being Bunny’s brown beauty. She was riding Alice’s face, holding the older woman’s red hair as she aggressively ground her into the mattress on the floor. Alice’s pale body was arching and writhing as her granddaughter Nat ate her pussy and kneaded her grandma’s bit tits.

On the sectional couch, Nora was taking a breather, sipping a sports drink. Her father was fucking her brother’s sweet ass right next to her.

“Fuck me, Dad! Oh so deep…nnnghhh!” Hanging below, Nathan’s love tool bounced rapidly, fluids flipping off like drops on a raincoat. My mouth twitched.

Steve’s fit ass was flexing close enough for Nora, or Nono as we called her, to run her fingers across his cheek and crack. I do not believe it was specific involvement as much as just familial connection. She wasn’t even looking at it as she was fixed on Bunny’s bountiful bouncers.

Bunny made eye contact with Nono and licked her fingers of her right hand, her left still holding Alice’s head. The wet digits circled Bunny’s areola and Nono bucked with orgasmic prelude, her hand digging into her swollen petals.

She looked as if she was a seasoned adult performer not my athletic teen daughter. My own well-used sex smacked me upside the head and said, ‘you made that, go get it.’

I stumbled past Bunny and left my tongue slime on her tit. I dropped to the floor before the couch.

“Mom, what’re you-“ She was surprised when I tossed her calves over my shoulders and engulfed her vulva in my wide-open mouth.

The taste of her was not unique. It matched her sister perfectly. I had several opportunities to do a comparison and even shared notes with Bunny at some point. The twins thought we were ridiculous, but ended up agreeing, they were genetically identical.

As I ravished her delicious sex, I felt the couch shake and heard Nathan yell out. He was cumming. As he spasmed, Steve must have joined him as the two were grunting in masculine satisfaction. I would have complimented them, had Nora not suddenly closed off my ears and control of my head with the tight, firm thighs of feminine release.

I had a moment of moral clarity and questioned what the fuck I was doing. Luckily, it only lasted a second and I was back to sucking my own daughter’s engorged clitoris and reveling in the gift it was to my mouth.

As her orgasm cascaded downward, and she released her grip, I continued to lick and swallow. I was exhausted, spent, and blissfully happy.

I slumped to the floor and was soon joined by my two sexy men. Nathan sat next to my right side on the floor, smart to put a towel down to catch his father’s load dripping out of his gaping hole. It was one of the sexiest things to know he and his father enjoyed the same-sex love like all the women in his life.

Steve sat to my left and laid his hand gently on my quivering thigh. My head dropped to his shoulder, and I was happy to feel my daughter's left leg slide over my other side so we could all connect.

In front of us, the three women were reaching mutual climax and part of me desperately wanted the energy to join them. Time to be an observer.

***

I was in between Physical Therapy patients the next day when I got a text from my son to call him when I had a break. Nothing urgent, he wanted to ask me a question. Thirty minutes later, I sat in the employees' kitchen area.

“H, Baby, what’s happening?”

“Hey, Mom. Crazy night last night. I had trouble waking up today.”

I chuckled softly, not wanting to give in to my instant arousal in case someone might walk in. Sore as I was.

"You and me both. As fit as we all are, it can really take its toll.”

He laughed that sweet laugh that melts my heart and my inhibitions. "I wanted to ask you something. It’s past five years since we … started.”

He was at work. The word choice felt juvenile, considering he was now a writer and assistant to the assistant editor. I smiled.

“Well aware.”

“Oh boy, there’s no easy way to say this, Mom. Next Friday, I’m going to ask Bunny to marry me.”

I couldn’t hold it in, and I squealed with excitement. “FINALLY!”

My boss Janet was walking by and looked in with shock. I pointed to the phone, then pointed to my own ring finger, and she smiled, getting it right away.

Nathan told me how he was going to do it and I gave him some pointers and kept telling him how much I loved them both. He informed me that he was sure that Bunny knew it was coming just didn’t know when. Then we finally got around to the question.

“Bunny and I want to try to be exclusive as a married couple for a while. Just to see if it will work."

My stomach flipped, then twisted, then fell completely out of my body. It took my breath with it.

“Are you still there? Mom…?”

My voice returned, and I desperately tried to make her not sound disappointed. I failed miserably.

“Yes, of course I’m here. I’m just surprised after… Seriously, baby, that is your right and a beautiful thing. I think it’s the way most of the world views things.”

“I can tell you are disappointed, and I understand. I don’t think it will be forever; we are not sure. But I still haven’t asked my question yet."

“Of course I’m...affected, not sure if disappointed is the right word but... You know how much I love you, know how much I love your…stamina. I love your father, your sisters— everyone we-" the next word was whispered, "fuck, but no one makes me feel like you do.”

“I know that. Which is why I want to ask you to go on a trip with me. I want to take you on vacation. Just the two of us. And do things the way we started them.” My heart swelled back in place and my stomach finally settled. “Just the two of us. Five days at least. Someplace you pick and I will pay for it. Just not too expensive, please…”

The last was said with a cautious voice. I had to smile and softly laugh at the sweetness of him. He was only twenty-three yet so much older in many ways.

“Oh my God! That would be amazing. Have you talked to your father about this? I assume your future fiancé is on board.”

“Yes, I did, and he thinks it’s a fantastic idea. Honestly, I think he’s excited to have the twins to himself for a while. As to Bunny, it was actually her idea.”

I loved that girl for many reasons. This was just one more.

***

It was four weeks later when we finally figured out what we were going to do; after a big engagement Barbecue! The ring was spectacular. I actually think the twins were more excited than Bunny herself.

Nathan and I had decided to drive and that ate up our first day away. But it also included road head, and two different roadside fucks in the backseat. No way we were going to go that long without having each other orgasm.

I went into a gas station to get us drinks, and the woman behind the counter was eyeing my son and lover who was pumping the gas. We made eye contact, and her eyebrows raised. Her name tag said Sylvia. Her voice was brazen. “If that’s your boy toy, darling, good for you.”

I paid and winked and said “Thank you, ‘darling.’ He’s magnificent,” and swayed out of the store.

The only other time we had been away was way back when things began, and I went on the soccer weekend with him. We talked about that as we drove along the scenic roads of Northern Minnesota. We laughed at how immature he was and how insatiable my vagina seemed to be. I could not get enough of him.

That hadn’t changed one bit.

Under a beautiful sky, the breezes tasting of forest and river filling our lungs, we arrived at a cabin sixty miles from the border of Canada. I had always been an outdoors person and not really a beach-going sun worshiper. I also knew Nathan loved this kind of terrain as much as I did.

Our three-room cabin was near a small river, a creek really but I didn’t name it. Water cascaded over smooth rocks and wildlife danced around as if we were in a Disney movie. Outside was a movie set, inside the cabin was not at all rustic. It boasted a five-year-old kitchen, a sitting area, and a bedroom with a gorgeous queen-sized bed. There was actually a working toilet and shower. Electricity had been brought here years ago, and Wi-Fi could be had. We decided that other than using it for a phone emergency we wouldn’t need it.

Within minutes of arriving and starting to unpack, we were naked and clawing at each other’s bodies. If this was what we would be doing for five days, I probably would not last. But I would die a happy woman.

Nathan was holding me mid-air, his teenage body gone, the frame of a strong and virile man taking its place. The greatest cock on the planet was impaling me, and I was peaking for the second time today. He held my ass tight and walked out the door. I giggled and gasped as each step shifted his cock inside of me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you outside under the sun in this beautiful setting.”

Halfway from door to riverbank, he actually squatted still holding me, still coupled with our sexes, loving each other, like no one else. I was soon on my back in the grass and weeds, and did not care one bit.

My legs wrapped around my gorgeous son, my fingers dug into his lower back, and he began a steady fuck. I was entering the zone of romance, love, and lust that was often called taboo, mainly because it is so misunderstood.

Birds literally flew overhead, and the cascading noise of the water sent me to a different place. I admitted my back was sore from his wonderful pounding, but as I said before, I was not concerned. My only focus was the magnificence of sex with my son.

There is a feeling I get with his cock inside of me that transcends understanding. I don’t want to call it spiritual because that comes off as blasphemous, but it is the closest thing I have. Every bump and vein I have memorized with the interior of my cunt. My muscles want to grab hold of him and talk about our journey together, but his contours slide past too quickly.

I was hitting my third orgasm and screaming his name. “Ohhh Nathannn!”

Glad we were in the middle of nowhere or close to it.

He was sweating already, and had a strange, satisfied smirk on his face. He knew who I was, what I was, and what I wanted to be for him.

He said between grunts and yelps, “I love you, Mom. You’re the greatest fuck I’ve ever had. I don’t mind saying that with us here alone. I know that has to change for a while but holy fuck you feel so good.”

A fourth orgasm was coiling up inside me, ready to spring out like a beast when my son grabbed my ankles and shoved them up to my head and shot a massive load of his heat deep inside.

“Mahhhhhmmm!”

My voice was stuck in my throat as he was cutting off my air. But lust finds a way. “Oh god! Oh ba-by, I’m- ungh- cumming so hard!”

We didn’t always come at the same time, but we did more than not. World’s greatest lover? I don’t know, but whoever it is, my son would give them a run for their money.

He flopped off and lay on his back next to me, his body glistening in the late afternoon sun. We panted and I snuggled into him. My hand grazed his belly.

"Great start. Let's take a hike!" I sprang up; my adrenaline fueled by the semen of the man I loved. "Then we can come back and make dinner and fuck more!"

He chuckled and took my offered hand and pulled himself up. He gathered me in and we kissed like it was our honeymoon. My body shivered and my face went sad for a moment.

Poor choice of words, inner Jen.

An hour later, we reached the top of a foothill that showed a valley stretching for miles. The river/creek ran through it all and there was not one other human in sight. There was campfire smoke spiraling up some distance away. Good, let it stay there. The sun was lowering and in ninety minutes would make the whole area into a warm collection of Earth’s finest watercolors.

I stood in front of him leaning into his firm chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and I sighed.

"I love you, Nathan. Please don't respond." He didn't. He got it.

Dinner was pasta and some grilled chicken with greens. He wolfed it down as he described the restaurant he was taking her for the proposal. I was genuinely excited and equally melancholy. This was really happening.

After we cleaned up, I excused myself and used the toilet. I cleaned up and cleaned out in preparation for the next portion of the evening. I needed to make love to my son to clear my head and reset my libido's priorities.

I opened the door, and he was there, sitting in a lounge chair in his tee shirt and night shorts,...