UltimateSin's Mega Story Collection

by UltimateSin

Chapter 102: For the Love of Family [Incest]

Notes:

This is a long one. Nearly 30,000 words.

Sitting in near darkness, I could only make out the shapes of all the picture frames that were on the walls of the living room. Some were family photos of my father, mother and siblings. One was a photo of my parents on their wedding day. One was my graduation photo from university a couple of years ago. A couple were pictures from vacations we’d taken together as a family.

The large television was attached to the wall. There was a bookshelf and a couple of other shelving units. A large three-seat couch, a small two-seat lounge, and two armchairs. I’d taken a position in one of the armchairs, only a small lamp providing any illumination from its position between the two armchairs.

Checking my phone, it was nearly midnight. I had no idea where my father was though I could take a guess. My opinion of the man was incredibly low. My younger sisters were both out enjoying themselves having recently turned nineteen. Neither was in a relationship so were likely out with their friends, enjoying some drinks and dancing. They were always sensible when on a night out.

It was after midnight when I heard a key in the door, waiting until my mother had closed it behind her. I heard the click of her heels on the hardwood floor. She stopped for a moment as she would have noticed my presence in the armchair.

“Don’t turn on the light,” I ordered.

“William? What are you doing here? Why are you sitting in the dark?”

Good question. I’d made sure my face wasn’t illuminated by the lamp, otherwise, she’d see how angry I was straight away. “Take a seat, Mum,” I replied. Keeping my temper in check wasn’t easy. I was angry because I was upset but mostly disappointed with what I’d been hearing. She was my mother…

“I’m going to get a drink and…”

I stood up and made sure I glared at her. Even in the darkness, I knew she would have seen the white of my eyes. “Sit. Down,” I barked.

Seeing my mother jolt, it momentarily hurt my heart to scare her, but keeping a lid on my emotions wasn’t easy. I could tell, even in the darkness, my mother was dressed to impress. I knew about the new behaviour. The nights out with her friends. Having to hear about such behaviour from my friends was embarrassing. But it was when I followed her myself and discovered what she was doing…

“I’m your mother,” she tried to argue, “I will not…”

I stepped closer, ensuring she had to lift her head to meet my eyes. “Sit. Down. Mother,” I spat, “Lest I just carry you over there and force your arse onto the seat.”

She wasn’t deaf or dumb. She could hear that I was barely keeping my anger in check. With a nod, she stepped to the side and carefully sat down, smoothing out her dress. Only then did I switch on the main light though dimmed it enough, so it wasn’t too bright. Standing before her, she gazed up at me and her eyes were already glistening.

My mother looked sexy as hell. The little black dress left her shoulders bare, showed off her cleavage, and the hem barely reached her mid-thigh. I held out a hand. “Give me your handbag,” I demanded.

She handed it over immediately, opening it up and I found what I wanted, taking out the black panties and threw them on the coffee table. “You’re a married woman with three grown children and you’re parading yourself out there with no panties on,” I stated with disgust.

Searching even more, I found the condoms. It looked like a six-pack, somewhat relieved there were still six unused. I threw those on the table next to her panties. “Why are you carrying condoms around, mother?” I asked, “I know my father is shooting blanks now.”

Mum couldn’t meet my eyes. I heard the sniffle and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “You wouldn’t understand…”

“I understand enough, Mum,” I retorted, grabbing the bag I’d kept next to the armchair. Opening it up, I retrieved the manila folder and opened it up. Placing down the first photo, I heard her gasp as she looked up at me in surprise. I said nothing as I placed down more photos, each worse than the last if you were to know that she was a married woman. “Oh, trust me, Mum, I understand plenty. I’m sure you’ve got more than one excuse already bubbling away in that mind of yours. I honestly thought stories I read were bullshit, all these ‘girls’ night out’ and the shenanigans that apparently go on. Colour me surprised when I realised my own fucking mother was but one shining example that it’s not all bullshit.”

“Let me explain,” she said softly, “You don’t understand, William. You don’t know the whole story.”

“Then explain it to me then, Mum. Because I’m fucking pissed off right now, but worse than that, I’m embarrassed and disappointed that my mother, a married woman, would act in such a manner. Know where I got the first few photos from?” She shook her head. “From Mark. My best friend. He saw my own mother out with her friends on the verge of being intimate with men other than her husband.” I pointed at the last few photos. “And then there are these. You were so busy the past five times you’ve been out that you didn’t even notice your own son was occasionally within touching distance.”

“It’s not as bad as it seems. I’m not the bad person in all of this,” she said softly.

“Have you had sex with them, Mum?” She shook her head. “Then why the condoms?”

“I wanted to! I’ll admit that. I’ve gone out each night with the girls with the idea of finding another man to be with. I bought a six-pack of condoms, thinking a young man or two would be up to fuck me more than once.” She actually blushed when she realised that she’d just admitted that to her own son. “But I’ve never gone the whole way. I’m too nervous, and part of me knows I’d be no better than your father if I followed through.”

“What?” I asked, hearing the surprise in my own voice, “Mum, is he cheating on you?”

She sagged where she was sitting. “I don’t know as I’ve never had any evidence, but I’m adamant he’s been cheating on me for years,” she whispered, wiping her cheeks again, “He’s always been busy but it’s worse than ever. Always working late. Going away to conferences and ‘work events’. And the women that surround him are beautiful, and far younger than I am, and I’ve been to one work event with him. They fawn all over him and he just laps it up.”

Sighing to myself, much of the anger disappeared though I stated, “You cheating on him doesn’t make you any better than him, Mum.”

“I know! But I’m so lonely with you gone and my daughters now at university and living their own lives. And with my husband rarely home…” Then she stopped and started to cry. All the anger disappeared, and I sat down next to her as she turned and sobbed into my chest. “I’m only forty-four, William. My life shouldn’t be over now.”

Stroking her back, she cried for a couple of minutes before she settled down, feeling her arms tighten around me. “I had no idea…”

“I’m not going to call my son and tell him all my problems with my marriage,” she replied lightly, “But at least you do care if you’re here now.”

“I hated the idea that you were out there doing such things, Mum. It doesn’t look good. I’ve heard whispers and comments from people we both know.”

“I’ve only ever danced with other men, William.”

“Kissing?”

Sighing, she nodded against my chest. “Okay, yes, there’s sometimes a little kissing. I’ll find myself aroused by a handsome man dancing with me and I get a little carried away.”

“But nothing else?”

“Oh, they love to rub their erections against me,” she said, giggling to herself, “But no, I haven’t touched another man’s junk. I go out with the girls, we’ll have dinner and drinks, then find a place to dance. I won’t drink too much more as I want to make sure I’m still completely aware. I don’t let men buy me drinks as that’s how you end up getting a date rape drug. We’re always safe when going out, and we protect each other from creepy guys.”

“What do you know about Dad?” I wondered.

Sighing, she hugged me tighter. “Can we talk about it tomorrow morning?” Leaning back, she met my eyes. “You can take your old room.”

Standing up, I helped my mother to her feet, hugging each other again. I still didn’t like what she was doing, and I knew we’d need to talk a lot more, but if my father was cheating on my mother, then I’d definitely be having some words with him as well. Leading her towards her bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking off her heels before rolling off her thigh-high stockings. Smiling at me as I leaned against the frame of the doorway, she said, “Watching your old mother get undressed?”

“Just making sure you’re okay, Mum,” I replied.

“Uh-huh. I’m thinking you want a dress show. I think you’re seeing your old mother dressed up like this for the first time in a while and you like it.”

“Always thought you were beautiful, Mum.”

Her face lit up as she walked towards me. Now without her heels, she only stood at five-four compared to my six-one. Cuddling against me, resting her head against my chest, she sighed happily. “I’m going to have a quick shower before I go to bed,” she stated, “Are you going to tuck me in too?”

“I’ll be back in a minute. I’m just glad you’re not falling down drunk.”

Smiling at her, I was ready to turn and head to the kitchen when she held onto me tighter. “Did you mean it, William?”

“Mean what?”

“That I’m beautiful. Did you mean it?”

She gazed up at me, her green eyes glistening. “Of course, Mum,” I replied, “You’re as beautiful today as all the memories I have of you growing up.”

“Anyone would think my twenty-four-year-old son is crushing on his mother?” Snorting made her giggle. “Then again, I remember when you were five and said you wanted to marry me. I’ve never forgotten that.”

“Go have a shower, Mum. Want a cup of tea?”

“I’d love one.”

Before I let her go, I whispered, “Sorry for yelling. But…”

“It’s okay, sweetie. In a way, you were protecting me from myself. But I love going out. I love the attention. I feel so sexy. I feel wanted. I can’t remember the last time…” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “I can’t think of a better way than ending the night with my handsome son hugging me though,” she added softly.

I turned her around and smacked her bottom, earning a giggle. “Behave. Time to shower and get into bed. I’ll make us a cup of tea.”

Walking through the kitchen, I still wasn’t sure about the entire thing. I could understand my mother wanting her freedom. But I had to know if she had any evidence of my father cheating. I wasn’t blind to his distance, not just to his wife but to his entire family. I could distinctly remember the late nights and time away began when I was around fifteen. It was nearly ten years later, and the situation seemed to be even worse. If my mother had been having to tolerate it since then, no wonder she was taking matters into her own hands.

Making a cup of tea for each of us, ensuring it was her favourite flavour, I returned to the master bedroom, kicking off my shoes and sitting back against the headboard. Mum was singing to herself in the shower, making me chuckle more than once. I was glad she was happy, feeling a little guilty that I’d blown up at her. Hearing the water shut off, she appeared a few minutes later wearing a silk robe, something rather new, with her towel wrapping up her brunette hair.

Sitting next to me, she took the offered cup of tea and took a sip. “Ah, that hits the spot. Thank you, sweetie,” she said.

“No problem. Feeling better?”

“A little bit. I’m hurting to know I’ve disappointed you, William. That’s the last thing I’d ever want, to think my son…”

Wrapping an arm around her, I shuffled closer as she rested her head against me. “We’ll talk in the morning, Mum. Don’t worry about it right now.” Feeling her snuggle against me, I did have to ask, “From the photos, and from what I saw, you did get lots of attention. How did it make you feel?”

“Validated. That I might be a mother of three and a secretary at a construction firm, but that I could still attract a man. I might be in my forties, that my body isn’t what it once was, but that young men were still interested in someone perhaps twenty years older than them. I can’t remember the last time your father showed any interest in me. My dildo has seen more action in the last ten years…”

“What?” I asked, my voice going up an octave.

“Oh please, William. I’m a woman at her sexual peak and the only reason I’m somewhat celibate is that your father has no interest in fucking me. I have more than one dildo and vibrator to help me orgasm.”

“Have you not had sex with my father in ten years?”

“I can’t remember the last time he gave me more than a peck on the cheek and a brief hug. Whenever he’s here at home, he just shows no interest. And trust me on this, William, I’ve done all I can to entice him. One of my drawers is full of sexy lingerie I bought hoping it would revitalise our marriage.”

I swallowed the rest of my tea and turned towards her. “Put some on now,” I stated.

“What?”

“Put some on now, Mum. I’m neutral in all this. I want to see what my father is quite clearly missing.”

“I might need a drink before I model for my son.”

Kissing her cheek, I got up from the bed and found a bottle of liquor in the cabinet, returning to the bedroom with two glasses. Pouring us each a couple of fingers, Mum knocked back the first glass, pouring her a second that she sipped at. “Fuck it,” she finally exclaimed, “I want to know if I’m as ugly…”

I hugged her immediately. “You’re beautiful, Mum,” I whispered into her ear, “Get changed.”

She opened the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a few things, keeping them hidden under her robe before she disappeared into the bathroom, noticing she stopped to pick up the same heels she’d been wearing earlier. I happily sat back to wait for her, surprised to hear the hairdryer, and she must have been gone for ten minutes.

“Ready, sweetheart?” she called from behind the door.

“Show me what you’ve got, Mum.”

She opened the door, holding her robe closed. She was wearing black thigh-high stockings and heels, I raised my eyes to her face, noticing the lipstick, mascara and application of light make-up, plus the fact her hair had been styled. Taking a couple of tentative steps towards me, I moved to the edge of the bed.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

“I am, Mum. All you’re doing is showing me what my father should be seeing.”

“You’re my son though…”

“I’m not going to touch you, Mum. I’m only looking, giving you advice and feedback.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay,” she whispered, “Here goes nothing.”

Dropping the robe to the floor, it pooling around her heels, I felt my jaw drop slightly as I took in the body of my mother. At forty-four years old, she was spectacular. The bra she wore was low cut and sheer, her nipples visible through the fabric, and there was no missing her arousal. My mother had large breasts, around a D-cup, and they looked spectacular. I knew my mother worked out and did yoga so the fact she kept her womanly figure but there was some tone which wasn’t a surprise. The panties barely covered her pussy, also sheer, and it seemed my mother kept herself mostly smooth. The ensemble was completely by a garter belt and suspenders.

“What do you think?” she finally asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

“I think my father is a complete fucking idiot. Mum… You’re fucking hot!”

Her face lit up with absolute delight. “You really think so, sweetheart?”

“Mum, seriously, if I was out in a club and I saw you dressed like that, well, maybe with that little black dress you were wearing, I’d be doing my best to pick you up all night.”

I couldn’t remember my mother looking so happy, walking over and wrapping her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart. I needed to hear that tonight,” she whispered.

“Let’s have a drink, Mum, and you can sit next to me looking all sexy until you want to sleep.”

“I’m too excited to sleep right now!” she exclaimed.

Sitting back on her bed, we sipped at another drink as she cuddled into me. “If your father walked in right now, he’d probably have a few questions,” she stated.

“Dad’s a fool, Mum. You’re a beautiful woman who deserves to be loved.”

“You love me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“With all my heart, Mum.”

Kissing my cheek, she made a contented sound as she snuggled tightly into me, her hand resting on my chest. “I miss you not being here. I know it’s been four years since you moved out, and I’m not the only one that misses you, William,” she said softly, “Your sisters sometimes look lost that you’re no longer here. I know you visit weekly, but it’s not the same as living here.”

“I miss you guys too, but I needed to strike out on my own. Get my own little place.”

“No girlfriend?”

“Nah, not after what happened with Sophie. She didn’t exactly cheat, but…” I sighed, “It was almost the same situation as tonight. There was intention and, to me, that was enough. I trusted her up until that point when she started going out all the time with her friends. When the trust was gone, I didn’t want to be one of those guys sitting at home, wondering what his girlfriend was up to, wondering where she was when it was two hours after the time she agreed to come up. Everyone insisted she never did anything, but while that might have been the case, I had a feeling she wanted to hook up. I said she can be single again and fuck whoever she wanted.”

“How long go was that?”

“Six months ago. Not really wanted to dip my toe back in the water since then.”

“Now I feel worse,” she whispered.

Placing my glass down, I turned and held her in my arms. “Mum, it’s okay. We still need to talk, but part of me at least understands regarding Dad. If he is doing you dirty…” I lifted her chin with a finger, meeting her green eyes. “You should have told me,” I suggested.

“What would you have done?”

“Made you feel as beautiful as you are, and treated you like you deserve to be.”

“But you’re my son, and there’s one thing I want that…”

“You mean sex?” She looked away, definitely blushing, but she nodded. “I can understand if it’s been that long.”

“I just want to feel loved, William. I want to find myself wrapped up in the arms of a man at the end of a night. I can’t remember the last time your father even held me.”

“Get changed, Mum. I’m going to get changed too. I’m sleeping in here tonight.”

“What?”

Kissing her cheek, I whispered, “You’re going to get at least one of your wishes. Now scoot to the bathroom, get into whatever you wear to bed, and then you’re getting cuddled all night.”

She looked conflicted for all of five seconds before she sculled the rest of her glass and placed her feet on the floor. Glancing back once, with a cheeky grin on her face, I knew she was shaking her arse before she disappeared. Hopping off the bed, I grabbed my bag and walked to the other bathroom, quickly stripping down to my underwear.

Returning to the master bedroom, I positioned myself under the sheet and blankets before my mother returned, wearing a vest top and a simple pair of cotton panties. Honestly, she looked just as sexy wearing that as her lingerie. Turning off the main light, she slid into bed next to me, reaching across to turn off the lamp.

“Mum, I’m here to cuddle so scoot over,” I whispered.

“It’s just a little weird sharing a bed with my son, particularly after how this night started,” she whispered back.

Rolling onto my side, I made her gasp as my arm circled her waist and I easily dragged her back against me. But she immediately relaxed, taking hold of my hand and resting it just below her breasts. I heard her sniff more than once, and I knew she was probably having a little cry. Kissing her cheek, she turned to leave a peck on my lips. “I love you, William,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mum. Sleep tight.”

Waking up in the morning, I was a little confused as it wasn’t my bedroom. Feeling a warm body pressed against me was also unusual. Blinking awake, memories of the previous night returned, and I realised the body against me was my mother. Whether she was awake or not in that moment didn’t bother me. What did was the fact I was achingly hard. Nothing unusual as it was the same every morning, but the fact it was pressing into my mother could be problematic.

“You awake, Mum?” I asked softly.

“Hmmm. I am, and I like what I can feel, William.” She turned her head, showing off her cheeky grin. “Yes, I know it’s natural, but it still makes me feel good.” Turning to face me, she caressed my cheek for a few seconds before kissing the same cheek. “Thank you for last night.”

“Even when I yelled at you?”

“That wasn’t so good, but I know we need to talk.” Then her eyes widened. “Ah, shit.”

“What?”

“Your sisters will be home and they would have passed by your old room.”

“So we tell them I slept in here. No big deal.”

Her jaw dropped before she laughed. “No big deal, he says. He only spent last night in bed with his mother.”

We snuggled for a few more minutes, Mum happily pressing her body into mine as I stroked her back, before my stomach growled and she started to laugh again. Getting out of bed, I slid on a t-shirt and shorts, Mum put on her robe, and we walked out of the bedroom together and towards the kitchen. There was no sign of my sisters, figuring they wouldn’t rise until later.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Hmmm. Bacon, eggs, beans, toast and a side of sexy mature woman?” Mum dazzled me with a smile. “Maybe she can be dessert?”

Playfully slapping my shoulder, she leaned up and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for making me feel so good, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“I had no idea things were so bad, Mum,” I admitted, “I would have approached last night completely differently if I’d known.”

“It simply showed you cared about me and your father.” As she started to prepare the food on the stove, she sighed. “I had no idea I was so visible. And the fact I didn’t see you…”

Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, smiling when she leaned back against me. “Because other men were looking at you, Mum, proving that you are beautiful, and when you’re all dressed up for a night, you’re sexy as hell too.”

I helped with breakfast before she asked me to wake up my sisters. I knew I couldn’t go barging into their rooms, knocking light on Tara’s, opening the door to find her snuggled under her sheets. Walking across the room, I sat on the edge and kissed her cheek. Her eyes slowly opened before they widened, and she sat up immediately to cuddle me. “William!” she cried, “What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast is nearly ready. Mum thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m starving!”

Sliding out of bed, she wore a crop top and a pair of tiny pink panties. I looked away as she slid on some shorts but had to check out her lithe figure out of the corner of my eye. She kissed my cheek again before I walked up the hallway towards her sister’s room. I found her lying on top of her sheets on her stomach. Her cheeks were visible as her underwear was between her crack. I was tempted to slap them to wake her up, but it would probably frighten the crap out of her.

“Nicola,” I whispered, running my fingers through her blonde hair, “Wake up, cutie. Breakfast is ready.”

She rolled onto her side, her face lighting up as she followed her sister’s example of sitting up to hug me. “Now this is a surprise,” she whispered, “Nothing beats big brother hugs.”

Hugging her back, I kissed her cheeked. “I’ve missed you too, Nicola.”

Joining my mother and sisters at the table, everyone was in a good mood and smiling. My sister’s caught me up on everything they were doing regarding their private lives and how they were doing at university. Mum was quieter, not surprising as I knew we had some difficult conversations ahead, but she seemed to be at peace with everything.

Cleaning up the table once we were done, Mum made me a coffee, and tea for herself and my sisters. We sat in the living room for an hour or so, continuing to chat away. It being a Saturday, my sisters eventually returned to their rooms to get changed. They appeared an hour later, hugging and kissing their mother before doing the same with me.

That left me alone with Mum. She immediately got up and moved to snuggle next to me on the lounge, resting her hand on my chest. “Gym work?” she wondered, “I couldn’t help but notice your physique last night.”

“Gym work and I’m still on my feet most days. I hate being one of those guys stuck behind a desk every day.”

“So…” She cleared her throat. “Your father and I.” Sighing, she snuggled a bit more. “I don’t even know where to start?”

“Any evidence of cheating?” I wondered.

“Nothing concrete, and trust me on this, I’ve tried to catch him out. If his friends know, they’re not spilling. And I wouldn’t ask anyone at his company. Considering his position, I have no doubt that he’s protected.”

“Thought about hiring someone to check him out?”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start. The simple fact is that he’s never home. Where was he last night? All he did was text, saying he wouldn’t be home and might be home on Sunday night. I tried calling, went to voicemail. Sent him a couple of messages, left me on read.”

“How often is he away over a weekend?”

“At least twice a month, and then most nights he never comes home from work.”

“Want me to talk to him?”

“I doubt he’d admit anything to you.”

“What about divorce?”

“I’ll be honest, he still provides a comfortable lifestyle. The house is paid for. All the bills are manageable. My job is rewarding enough and any money I make is practically my own spending money. I’m sure he’s probably making more money than I realise and squirrelling it away for a rainy day.” She sighed. “We’re just another example of all those other couples who drifted apart as work, raising kids, and other activities took over. The thing is, I’ve been putting effort in all these years, but he seems to have given up years ago.”

“Mum… I understand, but I don’t like the idea of you going out. People we all know have seen you and it doesn’t look good, particularly if they’re unaware of his activities. It makes you look like the cheating partner.”

“I just want to be loved,” she whispered, “I’m a married woman but I can’t remember the last time my husband said he loved me.”

“I love you, Mum,” I said softly, earning a soft kiss on the cheek, “That might not be exactly… You know…”

“I know you love me, sweetheart. I know how much you love me too. Wanted to marry me, remember?” She signed, cuddling me tighter. “Probably make a better husband than your own father.”

“Looking like you did last night, Mum…”

“You really thought I was sexy?”

“Hell yes. You were hot, Mum. A total MILF.”

“I’ve heard of that term. Mother I’d Like to… Oh…”

“Well, let’s not go that far, Mum, but if I saw you on a night out, I’d be trying to get into your panties.”

“Hmmm. A stud like you tried, I’d just take you home and let you in them.”

“Any plans this weekend?”

“No.”

“Want to keep your mother company today? A few things need doing around the house. I’ll treat you to dinner if…”

“I noticed the lawns need doing.”

“Garden needs some work too. And though I look after the pool, if you’d like to help me…”

“Let’s get to work then.”

The sun was out so I didn’t mind mowing the lawns. Taking off my shirt, Mum disappeared inside, returning with sunblock, telling me to scoot down so she could apply it to my back. Applying it to my chest, I suggested she didn’t need to do that. She just met my eyes. “My very handsome son made me feel wonderful the past few hours, so I’m looking after him,” she told me, “Now finish your chores and then we’ll go out for dinner later.”

I’d been mowing the lawns for years as my father had always been hopeless when it came to maintenance. Aside from mowing the front and back lawns, I cleaned up the garden and fixed a few things around the house that needed a little TLC. Mum provided me with drinks and snacks to keep me going as it was a rather warm day, only heading inside at around 4pm.

Stating I’d drive back to my apartment to change, Mum said she’d doll herself up and be ready for me at around 7pm. Before I got in my car, she hugged me ever so tightly, leaning back and the smile on her face was one I hadn’t seen in far too long. It hurt to realise my mother likely hadn’t been happy in a long time. I’d been blind to it myself.

Back at my apartment, it felt… lonely. And far too quiet. Even though they’d only been around for a couple of hours, I’d loved being in the presence of my sisters. But as I looked around my rather bare apartment, just that one night back at the family home had reinvigorated me at the same time. I’d missed my family since moving out and visiting them wasn’t the same as being with them all the time.

Showering and dressing, I made sure I looked and smelled good, almost feeling I was taking my mother out on a date. On the way back home, I stopped at a store and picked up some flowers. I knew what her favourites were. Pulling up outside, I approached the door and knocked, Mum answered the door in a navy-blue dress that looked spectacular, tight to her curves.

“Are those for me?” she asked, another warm smile forming.

“They are, Mum. Can’t arrive empty-handed for my date tonight.”

“Date?” she asked in surprise, before that same smile formed, “Well, considering the handsome gentleman standing in front of me, I’m a very lucky woman to be on his arm this evening.”

Mum was nearly ready to go, just putting in some earrings, needing a little help with her necklace. The pendant was of a love heart. When I asked to see what was inside, I couldn’t help smiling when it was a picture of me to one side and my sisters to the other. The pendant hung down to just above her cleavage. “Just above my heart,” she whispered, resting a hand on my chest, and leaning up to kiss my cheek.

Dinner was at a nearby restaurant. I noticed the looks my mother received as we were escorted to our seats. I was left wondering if they realised that we were mother and son and that my mother wasn’t out on a date with a much younger man. What delighted me more than anything during our three-course meal was how easily the conversation flowed. We reminisced about my time growing up, and then our separate lives once I’d moved out of home.

“I got to my apartment this afternoon and realised I miss being at home,” I admitted, “Going from day to day, focusing on my career, still keeping in contact with you guys, I don’t really have much time to sit back and contemplate. But I got home today, and the place just feels sterile. It’s mostly just a place to lay my head and keep all my stuff in one place.”

“You want to move home, sweetheart?”

“No, it’s just… I guess I felt that same loneliness you might feel, the difference being you’re lonely in a marriage. I’m feeling lonely because, well, I’m single and I enjoyed sleeping with you last night more than I’d care to admit.”

Mum grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. When I met her eyes, the tear that slowly slid down her cheek was a surprise. “I loved it far too much too, sweetie,” she whispered, “So much it scares me a little. I felt more love from you in one night than I have from my husband in nearly ten years.”

“Mum…” I whispered.

“And the way you look at me, William. The endless love and affection you quite clearly have for me. I know I angered and disappointed you with what I’ve been doing. But that’s how desperate I am to find someone who will gaze at me like you do, and like your father used to. I want to be in love again, William.”

“Why don’t I take you out on a real date? I mean dinner, drinking, dancing, all the things you’re doing. Why not do them with me?”

“You’d… You’d do that for me?”

“In a heartbeat, Mum.”

I paid for dinner, despite my mother suggesting it was her treat. I told her to put her purse away, earning another one of those smiles I’d grown very fond of in the last few hours. Taking her hand, we strolled around for an hour, stopping to buy us each an ice cream, before we ended up taking a seat on a bench, Mum cuddling into my side.

“Best date I’ve had in over twenty years,” she said softly.

Driving us home, as I had only had a couple of beers in a few hours, I pulled up by the kerb outside the house. Switching off the engine, I undid my seat belt and turned towards my mother. She turned to face me, unable to stop smiling. Leaning closer, she did the same, our lips meeting in what was more than just a peck. It wasn’t quite a full-on snog, but it lasted a few seconds, only pulling back, I think both of us were a little surprised.

“Don’t think either of us can blame alcohol for that,” she whispered.

“Definitely not,” I whispered back.

“Want to come inside? I don’t want to go to bed alone again.”

“Are you sure, Mum?”

Raising a hand to caress my cheek, she smiled before leaning forward to kiss me again. Another lingering kiss that perhaps hinted at other things that could cause problems in the future. Leaning back, she kissed me again, a firmer kiss, one which I made sure I responded to. Her hand ended up on the back of my head, only pulling back to take a breath, resting her forehead against mine.

“You’re my son,” she said softly, “You’re my son…”

Heading inside a couple of minutes later, Mum asked me to put the kettle on while she would get changed. Preparing a cup of tea for each of us, I returned to the living room and sat down, Mum appeared a couple of minutes later, wearing that same silk robe. Her legs were glistening but bare, figuring she’d moisturised, taking in her little feet as she sat next to me, curling her legs underneath her. Handing her a cup, she thanked me and took a sip.

Mum was half asleep, snuggling against me when my sisters arrived home at midnight. They took one look at us, and their faces lit up. “Awww. She looks so happy,” Tara whispered.

“She’s really missed you,” Nicola added, “Particularly as Dad’s never here. He’s such an arsehole.”

Raising my eyebrows, they shared a glance. “Put her to bed and we’ll talk,” Tara suggested.

Lifting Mum wasn’t a problem, easily carrying her to bed. Undoing the robe, my breath caught the sexy lingerie she had been wearing underneath, and I was left thinking she’d been wearing it during our date. Kissing her cheek once I had her covered, I walked back through the living room, finding Tara and Nicola in the former’s bedroom, sitting back against the headboard.

Both had changed into vest tops and were only wearing panties. My sisters were absolutely gorgeous, and they knew. Long blonde hair. Gorgeous blue eyes. C-cup breasts. Lithe, toned bodies and fantastic legs. My eyes drank them in, and I wasn’t shy about it.

“Does our big brother approve?” Tara asked, both of them pushing out their chest.

“Maybe he’d like a taste of the forbidden fruit?” Nicola wondered.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I moved up so I could sit between them, smiling when they both cuddled into me, one to either side. “We’ve missed you so much,” Tara whispered.

“Do you think we’re hot?” Nicola asked.

“Both my sisters are gorgeous young women.” Clearing my throat, I added, “But that’s not why we’re here. What do you know about Dad?”

They moved to sit on their knees next to me, ensuring they were looking at my face. “He’s cheating on Mum,” Tara stated, “We reckon there’s more than one woman.”

“How do you know?”

They shared a guilty look. “We dropped into his office one afternoon when we’d finished studying,” Nicola replied, “We didn’t actually see anything but he and his secretary… There’s a way people act when they’ve been interrupted in the middle of sex… But as we didn’t actually catch them in the act, we didn’t want to start rumours.”

“And whenever he’s home, and that’s a rare event nowadays, he’s so secretive with his phone and laptop,” Tara added.

“When he is home, it’s obvious he gives less than a shit about us and Mum,” Nicole said, clearly unhappy.

“I noticed,” I admitted, “From around the age I was fifteen…”

“William… You’ve been there for us far more than Dad for over a decade, even after you moved out. You’d give up all your time to pop over, help us with homework, give us advice, and so much else,” Tara stated, both leaning forward to hug me, “We love you so much.”

“Can we admit one thing?” Nicola asked, “We both have a little crush on our big brother.”

“But you need to be here for Mum,” Tara suggested, “She’s really been struggling lately.”

“We knew about her night’s out. We weren’t going to step in as it wasn’t our business, and frankly, she deserves to be happy.”

“She’ll be really happy if you’re here all the time.”

“I’ll certainly do what I can to make the three of you happy,” I stated.

Earning a kiss on the cheek from then, they snuggled into me. “Anything else about Dad that would confirm he’s cheating?”

“I think he’s been getting away with it so long, the only way anyone will catch him is if he’s arrogant enough to just stop hiding it. I think Mum’s just given up and wants to do her own thing too.”

“Maybe I’ll have to force his hand somehow. No idea how. I’ll give it some thought.”

Before I left them to do whatever they were going to do, I received a tight hug and a big wet kiss on each cheek. Giggling to themselves, I left them to their gossiping as I returned to the master bedroom, finding Mum fast asleep. Stripping off to my underwear, I slid into bed, spooning her again. She woke up ever so slightly.

“Is that you, baby?” she asked.

“Depends on who your baby is?”

Mum rolled over and cuddled into me. “My baby as in my incredibly handsome son, who took me out on the best date I’d had in far too long,” she murmured, “Just hold me all night, sweetheart.”

Kissing her cheek, I promised to hold her for as long as she needed.

Waking up the next morning, Mum was already awake, making me blush as I knew she’d been watching me sleep. As soon as I was with it, she leaned in and kissed me, making her squeal and giggle when I pulled her closer, enjoying the gasp as she wouldn’t have missed the usual morning erection poking her. Kissing her again, there was still no tongue, but they were no longer kisses of mother and son. They were kisses of perhaps something more. Moving my hand from her back to her arse and gently squeezing made her laugh out loud.

“Naughty,” she breathed.

“A sexy woman in lingerie is currently in bed with me.”

“Are you hungry, sweetie?”

“Hmmm. What’s on offer, Mum?” I asked in a suggestive tone.

Resting a hand on my chest, she couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m thinking a cooked breakfast for my children, but my son should keep his mother company while I’m cooking for him.” What I didn’t expect next was to feel her hand ever so gently caress my erection, feeling my eyes widen in surprise. “And if he wants to poke me with this big thing occasionally…”

“Now who’s being the tease…”

Hugging me tightly, I wrapped her in my arms and felt her sigh. “I’m so happy right now, William. Thank you for being here with me.”

“In a heartbeat, Mum.”

Sliding into her silk robe, I just stayed in my underwear as I followed her to the kitchen. As she moved about, I leaned against the counter and happily watched her, listening to her hum a tune to herself. Once she had everything ready, I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her press herself back against my erection.

Hearing her sigh again, I turned her head with a finger and leaned down to kiss her. When she whimpered, I had to break the kiss as it was a noise I’d heard from previous lovers. “Mum…”

“I’m going to put it bluntly, William. I’m really fucking horny right now.”

“Want to go take care of yourself?” She blushed, remembering what she admitted to me the other night. Leaning down to her ear, I whispered, “I was turned on when you admitted to masturbating, Mum. So hot thinking of you being naughty on the bed.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely. Picturing you lying back, looking all sexy and dressed up, before you strip yourself until you’re naked, using your fingers first to get yourself all hot and bothered before you get out a nicely sized dildo to pleasure yourself until you enjoy one orgasm after another.”

Mum turned around and hugged me tightly. “I’m going to miss you when you go home during the week,” she said softly.

“Maybe I’ll figure out a way to stay more often?”

“How?”

“Leave it with me, Mum.” Leaning back, I added, “I’m going to take you out on a date during the week, and I think I need to take my sisters out too.”

“And your father?”

“Honestly, from everything I heard from you and my sisters, I might have to take care of business.”

“Lift me up onto the counter.” Doing as she asked, she pulled me closer, and I felt her legs wrap around me. Spreading her robe open, I got another good look at the lingerie she was still wearing. “I wore this for you last night, William,” she added softly, “I had to look hot and sexy for my handsome young man.”

“Yeah! Go Mum!” Tara cheered.

“Damn, Mum, make your intentions obvious, why don’t you,” Nicola added, the pair starting to giggle.

Then there was silence as I glanced at both my sisters’ as they stared at me, looking rather aroused. “Damn, where did you get that body, William?” Tara asked quietly.

“Can we have a hug too?” Nicola asked hopefully.

Mum let me go as I opened my arms wide, my little sisters giggling as they hugged me tightly. Mum hopped off the counter and continued cooking as I appreciated four soft hands running all over my body. “Fuck, you’re so hot, William,” Tara whispered.

“Honestly, my pussy is throbbing right now,” Nicola confessed.

“Nicky!” Tara exclaimed. I’ll admit to surprise as Nicola was the quiet one.

“What? Are you telling me your panties are dry right now?”

Tara snorted. “Please, I could take them off, throw them at the wall, and they’d stick there.”

“I guess you’re still nursing crushes?” Mum asked, hearing the amusement in her tone.

“God no! We totally masturbate, thinking about our big brother finally taking our virginities,” Tara replied.

“Hang on, you’re still both virgins?” Mum asked in surprise.

“Of course, Mum,” Nicola replied, “We want our big brother to take care of us.”

“Hang on! Hang on!” I exclaimed, extricating myself from my sisters, “I mean, I know I’m helping our mother at the moment, but that’s just helping her feel better about the fact our father is more than likely a philandering piece of shit.”

Tara scoffed. Nicola gave me the evil eyes. As for Mum, she returned such a sweet smile… Sitting down for breakfast, everyone was in a great mood. Mum couldn’t stop smiling, my sisters were ever so happy I was sitting down with them for breakfast again, and I felt happy being at home with my family. There was an elephant in the room, but it was surprisingly small, and we could ignore it quite easily.

Heading towards the master bedroom, I needed to get changed, putting on the same clothes as the night before. Neither my sisters nor mother particularly wanted to see me leave, but I needed to shower and get a change of clothes. Walking me out to my car, my sisters hugged me first before Mum practically moulded herself into my body, still wearing that sexy robe of hers.

“You’re still so fucking sexy,” I whispered into her ear.

“You’re making me think some very naughty things, sweetie,” she whispered back, “But right now, I need to hear that at least one man in my life thinks I’m sexy.”

Returning to my place, I again felt that sense of melancholy as the one-bedroom apartment felt completely lifeless. At home, I’d hear Mum pottering about the house, and my sisters laughing away as if they were talking to each other or talking to their friends on the phone. There was just the sense it was a home, and I found I was missing it.

The first thing I needed to sort out was the situation with my father. I believed my mother when she told me about his cheating. And the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t actually blame her for going out and enjoying herself. I would have rather she just divorced, but I knew life wouldn’t be easy for her with her much smaller salary, and though my sisters still lived at home, they were now over eighteen.

I think my father was surprised when I called him on Wednesday at lunchtime. To be honest, I spoke to my mother and sisters at least once every couple of days. My father? Once a month if I was lucky, and he never called me. And whenever I called him, I’ll be honest, he never seemed particularly interested in wanting to talk to his son.

“William.”

Yep, the typical welcome I now expected. No ‘hello’. No ‘how are you?’ “Dad. How’s it going?”

“Busy as always. What’s going on?”

“Wondering if you wanted to pop out for a couple of beers tonight?”

I knew that would throw him for a loop. I’d never just gone down to the pub for a beer with my father. He was barely there when I turned eighteen. Mum and her friends had taken me out for a good time. Two of her friends offered to make it a very special birthday that night. “Any reason why?” he finally asked.

I figured it would make him suspicious. “Just want to catch up with my father. We haven’t seen each other in a while.” It had actually been months. I doubt he even realised or cared.

There was silence before his answer surprised me. “Sure. How about 7pm at the Park Tavern?”

“I’ll be there. See you then.”

“Bye.”

My aim was simple. I didn’t know if my father was much of a drinker or not, but I planned to get him wasted and loosen his tongue. And if he was busy fucking other women, I figured turning the chat sexual would help, my father wanting to prove his sexual prowess, even to his own son.

Letting my mother know what I was up to, she called me immediately. I heard the love in her tone as she knew I was doing it for her, but she warned me to be careful. “He’s an arrogant bastard and will use his power and influence even against his own son,” she warned.

“I’ll be fine, Mum. I just want to see if I can get anything off him.”

“Just be careful. Don’t provoke him. He’s not worth it, sweetheart.”

“Remember I’m taking you out on a date this weekend, Mum.”

She sighed happily. “I remember, sweetie. I doubt your father will be home.” She paused and added quietly, “If he is, I’ll pack a bag and come stay with you.”

“I’d love that, Mum.”

“Fuck it. Take me out on Friday and I’ll stay the weekend until Sunday night.”

“Sounds like a plan, Mum. I expect you to look as sexy as I know you can be when I pick you up on Friday night. Have you told Tara and Nicola?”

“They’re a little jealous. I promised them their big brother would take them out too.”

“I will. I’ll call them and we’ll discuss it.”

Arriving at the Park Tavern ten minutes before the agreed time to meet up, I nursed a drink as I waited for my father to arrive. I wasn’t surprised that he turned up late, still dressed in his suit. He met my eyes and nodded, taking a seat opposite me. I made sure I had my phone recorder activated; my phone fully charged so the battery wouldn’t die. The cheap bastard was expecting me to buy the first round. After exchanging pleasantries, I bought his favourite drink, a scotch and soda, but I made sure it was a double.

We made small talk as he knocked back the first drink, so I quickly purchased a second drink. Then a third and fourth, still nursing only my second. He was busy talking about himself, busy puffing himself up. If he stood up and walked around, he would have been strutting about like a peacock.

By the time he was on his sixth double scotch, he was being a little more amenable, a little looser with his tongue, and that’s when I started to talk about my fake love life. It was all fake, of course, but when I mentioned I was nailing eighteen, nineteen and twenty-year-olds, he was very interested. Two more double scotches, and he started to let slip.

“You should see all the cute girls at our office,” he slurred, “Some of them just out of high school, others are university graduates. All of them are willing to suck and fuck to make it somewhere in the organisation. Willing to spread their legs and take a cock to work their way up the ladder. Some of them are turned into nothing but whores, happy to lie back and have three, four or five guys at a time.”

“Do they have boyfriends?”

“Some. The best times are when they get married but they’ll still suck and fuck at work to keep everyone happy. Then there are those who have personal assistants and secretaries.”

“Damn, can I come work there, Dad?” I joked.

He snorted. “You could only wish. There’s so much pussy sometimes. And don’t get me started on the conferences I attend all the time. So many of the women are willing to spread their legs to make a deal.”

I kept plying him with drinks. Another two double scotches and I doubt he’d be able to walk straight. But he was more talkative than ever. “Come on, Dad. Man to man. Did you get some sweet pussy at work? Maybe more than one woman?”

He looked around before he gestured for me to lean in. “Son, I’ve got a load of sweet young pussy at work. And that’s just for starters. A sweet little girl of just eighteen started three months ago. Six of us are taking turns fucking her during the week, and she’s just one of around a dozen that spend more time on their knees or back than at their desks. Then there’s my PA. She started as a fresh-faced twenty-year-old. I’ve been fucking her for the past ten years. Completely cucked her clueless husband. She goes home dripping with my cum nearly every day.”

“Damn, way to go, old man!” I exclaimed, slapping on the back, when I actually wanted to punch him in the face. “And they’re all willing?”

“Of course. It’s transactional, of course. We fuck them and keep us sweet. We treat them to all sorts of things. Fancy apartments. Clothing. Beautiful jewellery. And they’re on our arms for most of our events.”

My heart broke for my mother as her marriage was a complete and utter lie. “Is that why you’re always away?”

“Oh please, son. Are you stupid? I’m getting serviced by some girls who are barely out of school or university. The only thing we ensure is that they’re on the pill, and if they’re dumb enough to get pregnant…” He gave me a look that made me shudder. “I’m sure your mother wonders where I am all the time. Why go home to her when I can have all the young pussy that I could possibly want…”

I sat in silence for a few seconds, feeling my jaw tightening as I was ready to leap across the table and pummel him into unconsciousness. Instead, I bought us a final drink and slapped him on the back again. “Way to go, old man,” I stated, “So what about Mum?”

He shrugged. “What about her? She’s got no idea what I’m doing most of the time. I don’t intend on divorcing her, at least not until your sisters have moved out of home.” He swayed in his chair as he tried to focus on me. “I mean, I know you’re my children and all, don’t want to see them out on the street, but I’ll be honest with you. I genuinely don’t give a shit.”

“Too much fresh pussy, Dad?”

“There’s always a fresh batch every six months to taste and savour. So many young women out there are willing to suck your cock and swallow your load to get a good job.”

I had to end the conversation before I blew up and started throwing punches. I finished my drink and watched my father slowly finish his last drink. Checking the time, I suggested it was perhaps time to go. Asking where he was going to go, he confessed to owning an apartment in the city, the same apartment block where many of the young women were kept.

When he stood up, he could barely stand straight, and despite the fact I now despised the man, I wasn’t going to let him drive home and potentially kill someone. Asking the man behind the bar to call us each a taxi, I threw my father in the backseat of the first one and told the driver the address of my father’s office. I figured the apartment would be close to it. My taxi arrived a couple of minutes later and took me home to my apartment.

I didn’t like sitting on what I’d learned and didn’t want to upset my mother before our date. I did assure her that it would be unlikely her husband would be home on the weekend, but she was happy to come to my apartment for the weekend.

Mum always finished early on a Friday afternoon, so I picked her up at my old house after I finished work. She had a bag ready, and it was obvious she was eager to go. “Are my sister’s home?”

She smiled knowingly. “Go give them a hug and a kiss. They’ll love to see you.”

Finding Tara in her bedroom, she was up on her feet and hugging me tightly. Nicola appeared and joined the hug. “Look after Mum this weekend,” Tara whispered, “She’s been so excited all week.”

“And if you do make love, that’d be so hot,” Nicola added, “Considering we both want our big brother to look after us in such a manner.”

“I’m just treating our mother to a night out and making sure she has a lovely weekend.”

Both sisters leaned back and glared at me. Tara poked me in the chest. “You have no idea how giddy she’s been all week, William. She’s in love. With you. Her son. And it’s so lovely to see. So you’d better take her to bed and ensure that smile gets even bigger.”

“William,” Nicola added softly, “Being serious. Could you make love to our mother?”

“The fact is I’ve always thought her beautiful. But making the leap from that to taking her to bed? I’m not sure.”

“What about two very horny nineteen-year-old girls?” Tara asked, resting a hand on my chest.

“Who are desperately attracted to their older brother, and dream about him finally being their lover,” Natalia added.

“I’ve known about your crush for longer than you probably realise, but actually becoming lovers…”

“You don’t have to decide now,” Tara assured me, “We’re just finally being blunt about how much we love you.”

“And want to love you,” Nicola added.

“But you must look after our mother first. And she knows how we feel, so there’ll never be any jealousy between any of us. She just wants to feel loved again, and who better than her son?” Tara stated quietly.

“And who better to love us than our big brother?” Nicola added again.

Hugging them tightly, I received a kiss on the cheek from each of them. “Behave this weekend,” I told them.

“We’ll just spend most of the time studying and stuff… And masturbating together,” Tara said.

“It’s totally hot when we orgasm at the same time,” Nicola whispered into my ear, “Can you imagine your two little sisters, naked on their beds, climaxing again and again as they moan and whimper your name?”

“Okay, I’ve got to go,” I said, letting them go, hearing them giggling away as I needed to get out of that bedroom, otherwise I’d have them both naked on the bed within a few seconds.

“Bye, big brother!” I heard them both call out, Mum laughing to herself from her position on the couch as I appeared, taking her hand and leading her outside to my car.

“I’m guessing they’ve been teasing you, sweetheart,” she asked once we were on our way to my apartment.

“I had no idea they loved me so much, Mum,” I admitted.

“William, they’ve been head over heels in love with their brother since they hit their teens.”

“And you… You don’t mind?”

“I should. I know I should. You’re my children.” She leaned against my shoulder as I drove along. “But then I’ve realised in the past few days how much I love my son too.”

“I love you to bits, Mum, but…”

“Don’t think too much about it, baby. Just let it happen naturally if it happens at all.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“I’ve been thinking all week, William. About what I’ve been doing, and I know I’ve been going about it all wrong. I need to be loved and who better to love me than my own son? I know intimacy is a big thing, me being your mother and all, but I know you’re sexually attracted to me.”

Arriving at my apartment, I led her upstairs. She’d rarely been there, and she spent a couple of minutes walking around, not surprised when she mentioned that the place seemed rather empty and lifeless. Carrying her bag into my bedroom, she followed me and gave me a look when looking at the only bed. Leading her to the bathroom, I grabbed her a towel and told her I’d have one afterwards.

“You could aways join me,” she teased.

“I haven’t seen you naked yet, Mum.”

“Close enough with some of the lingerie you’ve seen me in.” Stepping towards me, she looped her arms around me. “William… This isn’t easy for me either, these new feelings I’ve had since you slept with me that first night. You made me feel so loved and desired.”

“I had no idea what was going on, and all I want to do is make you happy, Mum.”

Leaning up to kiss my cheek, she hugged me tighter. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy, and it’s all thanks to you.”

“That’s all I wanted, Mum,” I said softly, kissing her cheek, “Now get yourself washed, looking all sexy for me, and I’m going to take my favourite girl out.”

“What about your sisters?”

“Equal favourites to my favourite girl.”

Mum had a shower first before I followed her. Changing into my usual attire for taking a woman out, Mum still took another half an hour before she walked out, looking as spectacular as before. Little black dress, thigh-high stocks and heels. Make-up tastefully applied. Hair hung down past her shoulders, thankful she hadn’t cut it yet.

After exchanging compliments, I escorted her downstairs where the taxi was waiting for us. Selecting a restaurant with a more intimate setting, Mum didn’t stop smiling throughout dinner. We enjoyed a starter and a main meal each before we split a dessert, Mum moving her chair around so I could feed her. The light moans she made turned me on quite a bit.

Before leaving, she went to the bathroom, returning with a smirk on her face. Opening her small handbag, she laid her panties on the table next to my hand. "Feel them," she whispered.

They were soaking wet, gazing at my mother in surprise. Then I made sure the smile on her face broadened as I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her scent. “Fuck,” I murmured.

“What, baby?”

“Your scent is divine.”

“All because of you, sweetheart. I’ve been turned on since we arrived at your apartment.”

“Dancing?” I asked.

“God yes. I’m going to mould myself to your body all night.”

It was another taxi ride to the bar where we would be dancing. Finding a table with stools to rest our drinks, Mum dragged me out onto the dancefloor as soon as she could, moulding her body into mine as she was practically dry-humping me within five minutes. My body couldn’t help reacting though I’d been aroused by her since she stepped into the living room.

Mixing drinking with dancing, after a couple of hours, it was obvious we were both aroused to hell and when we finally kissed again, I slid my tongue into her mouth for the first time, Mum kissing me back, whimpering as I felt her fingers dig into my back, practically rubbing herself against my thigh.

“I love you so much, baby,” she whispered into my ear as she hugged me, “Thank you for taking me out.”

“You’re my girl, Mum,” I whispered back.

We lasted until midnight when Mum insisted that we go home. Snuggling up into me during the taxi ride home, I wrapped my arm around her as she sighed, I assumed content with how things were going. Leading her upstairs to my apartment, I offered a nightcap. Stopping me in the living room, she lowered the zipper of her dress, leaving her in just her bra, garter, suspenders, thigh-high stockings and heels.

It was the first time I’d seen her pussy, with just a thin patch of hair visible, otherwise, she was almost smooth.

“Are you going to join me in bed, sweetheart?”

With a coy grin, she turned and swayed her hips seductively as I kicked off my shoes and started undressing, down to my underwear by the time we were in my bedroom. Mum sat on the edge of the bed, taking off her heels, before she shuffled back, getting on the bed and crawling towards me. The hunger in her eyes no doubt matched my own.

Leaning down to kiss her, it took all of five seconds before it turned hot and heavy. I could feel the desire to do so much more than kiss my mother, moving my hands to the front of her bra where the clasp was. When I undid that, Mum had to break the kiss as she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Like them, baby?”

Sitting back slightly, I had to now drink in her near-naked body. My mother was hot as hell, and remembering what my father said, I could only think that he was a damned fool. Mum spread her legs even more, running her hand down to her pussy. “You’re so fucking hot, Mum,” I whispered.

“Can we snuggle, baby?” she asked softly, “I’m horny as hell, but even I’m… I’m scared of the next step.”

Getting under the sheet and blanket after she took off everything else, I stood up and lowered my underwear, my erection swinging as Mum’s eyes lit up. “Bigger than Dad?” I had to ask.

“Much bigger, sweetheart. My god, that’s going to feel wonderful inside me.” Then she giggled, adding, “Just be gentle with your sisters when you make love to them for the first time.”

Joining Mum in bed, we resumed making out, and I guess she couldn’t help herself, as her fingers rather quickly ended up wrapped around my cock. Groaning as it was the first time a woman had touched me in a while, I ran my fingers down to her hip, Mum spreading her legs slightly and I quickly had my fingers, feeling her hot and very wet pussy for the first time. She whimpered almost immediately as her mouth was hungry for mine.

“Do you need relief, Mum?” I asked, gazing into her eyes. When she nodded eagerly, she released my cock and rolled onto her back. I could have spent a long time teasing her, but I knew what she needed, slowly kissing down her body as she spread her legs wider, gazing at her beautiful pussy for a good half a minute before I finally ran my tongue up her slit and tasted her for the first time.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, “My son’s licking my pussy.”

“And he loves the taste of his mother already.”

Lifting her head, her eyes were full of desire. “Lick me, baby. Make me cum!”

And that’s exactly what I did, savouring the taste of her sweet pussy, enjoying the noises my mother made as I pleasured her. Once her clit made its appearance due to her heightened excitement, I slid a pair of fingers inside her and found her special spot at the same time. As turned on as she was, the fact her first orgasm arrived rather quickly didn’t surprise either of us.

“Don’t stop,” she cried, “Please don’t stop, baby.”

I didn’t, doing whatever my mother wanted until she needed to stop. I loved gazing up her body, seeing how her body reacted to everything I was doing. I swallowed down her juices and I knew I’d happily go down on my mother every day from now on. When she started to whimper and almost sob, I knew I needed to get her off once more and then give her a cuddle. After crying out when enjoying another orgasm, I slowly kissed up her body to see her eyes gazing at me with nothing but the unconditional love of a mother for her son.

“I love you so much, baby,” she whispered, turning to cuddle me, though she giggled when feeling my erection, “And does my son need taking care of?”

“I wouldn’t complain if you did.”

“On the edge of the bed, sweetheart. Mummy’s going to get on her knees and worship her son’s cock.”

Doing as she asked, Mum happily moved down onto the floor, gazing up at me as I caressed her cheek, watching her eyes close as I enjoyed the sensation of her soft skin. Opening her eyes, her smile made my heard swell as she leaned up to lick my cock from base to tip. With her eyes still gazing up at me, her lips found themselves wrapped around my cock, groaning loudly as I felt her tongue get to work at the same time.

With her hand also stroking me at the same time, I knew it wasn’t going to be a long blowjob, polite enough to warn my mother. Her eyes reflected her joy at going down on me, and when she swallowed me to the base, feeling the tightness of her throat, my eyes widened as she started to giggle around my cock.

Removing her mouth, she kissed my body while slowly stroking my cock. “I hated going down on your father in the end,” she stated softly, “He never reciprocated.”

“I’ll always go down on you, Mum.”

“I know you will, baby. And I’ll always return the favour, and more importantly, swallow your cum. If it doesn’t end up on my face, tits or in my pussy.” Licking my cock, she added softly, “And my son can have my one remaining virginity. My arse. It’s yours whenever you want, baby.”

“Oh fuck, Mum,” I groaned.

Her eyes never stopped gazing up at me as her head bobbed faster and faster. Warning her I was close, she simply tightened her lips and, if possible, was doing her best to suck the cum out of me as quickly as possible. Running my fingers through her hair, eyes lighting up as she knew it was meant with affection, I groaned again, and it was the sign I was close.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned as the first spurt of cum fired into her mouth. Mum didn’t hesitate in swallowing, and she did the same with every other spurt that erupted from my cock. Sagging as I immediately felt rather tired, Mum eventually released my cock and used her tongue to clean me up before resting her head against my thigh.

“William?” I met her eyes and she grinned at me. “I’m your girl from now on. No other man will ever touch me again.”

“We need to talk in the morning.”

“I know we do, baby. And I know what you’re going to tell me. I will be upset because my marriage has been a lie for so long, but I’m not going to sit here feeling guilty.”

Getting back into bed, Mum snuggled into me, loving the fact she was naked and the feeling of her soft skin against mine. She couldn’t stop gazing lovingly at me, her fingers stroking my cheek. “So handsome,” she whispered, “And the best thing is that you don’t remind of… him…”

“I’m glad I don’t.”

“You’re taller. Broader. Far more handsome. A fantastic body. And a fabulous cock. I can’t wait until we make love, William, as I know you’re going to touch places in me your father never could.”

Mum spooned back against me, ensuring both my hands were tight around her body, making herself chuckle when she made sure one of my hands was caressing her breast. And that’s how we fell asleep and how I woke up the next morning. Unsure if she was awake, I carefully lifted her thigh, so it rested on mine, and I ever so slowly moved my hand down to rest between her legs.

“Morning, baby,” she whispered, “Are you going to fondle Mummy?”

Kissing her cheek, I whispered, “Thought it would be a pleasant way to wake up.”

Shuffling back against my morning wood, she sighed happily. “Play with Mummy’s pussy, baby. I’d love a couple of orgasms before breakfast.”

I did more than just play with her, figuring I’d prove what I said the night before and go down on her. I loved all the moans and whimpers she made as I brought her to a couple of orgasms, just what she wanted before I got out of bed and practically carried her to the bathroom for a shower. I thoroughly enjoyed washing her up and down, Mum returning the favour. After a blowjob, we cooked breakfast together, sitting at the small table I had near the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea each.

Taking her hand, she returned a sad smile as she knew what topic I would be mentioning. “Want to move to the couch?”

“Please,” she replied softly, “I think I’m going to need you for this.”

Snuggling together on the couch, I had my phone resting on my thigh. I explained what I’d done though I told her I wouldn’t add anything else. I did explain my intentions and how I’d approached the meeting with my father. I said I’d recorded our entire conversation and it had gone on for a while. “I don’t mind,” she said, “I just want to hear the truth.”

It was tough hearing it all a second time. Mum was crying after barely as few minutes as it was clear to both of us that he obviously didn’t love her anymore. But once he was quite clearly drunk and being brutally honest about everything he was doing at his job, her anger spilled over as she was calling him every name under the sun.

The anger dissipated quite quickly as she ended up straddling me, sobbing loudly as she finally understood the whole truth about her marriage and what her husband was really like. “I should let you fuck me right now and I’ll send him a video of me taking a lovely big dick,” she stated, resting her head on my shoulder, “How is it that my son loves me with all his heart, and my husband…”

Rubbing her back, I gently shushed her, just wanting her to calm down. “Remember, Mum, you’re my girl now,” I whispered.

Still sniffing, she cuddled into me tighter. “I am your girl,” she said happily, “Are you going to keep the recording?”

“I’m tempted to blackmail the fucker. I know it won’t matter regarding a divorce, but what he’s been doing to you, to us…”

“Forget about him, sweetheart. That’s what I’m going to do. We’re still living in the house, he still pays the bills, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants otherwise.” She leaned back, kissing my cheek. “I want you to move back home, sweetheart. Please come home. I need you. Your sisters need you.”

“Where will I be sleeping?”

“In our bedroom, except when you’re being intimate with your sisters. That’s when I’ll break out the dildo while you sleep with them. You realise it’ll always be both of them.”

“I figured as much. You seriously don’t mind?”

“William, those two girls have been in love with you for so long, I know there’s nothing I can do to stop them eventually convincing you to make love to them.”

“I’ll talk to my landlord about moving out. I’m only on month-to-month at the moment anyway.”

“Want to just snuggle on the couch and watch bad movies all day?”

“As long as we’re naked, but I’ll get us a blanket.”

It was a relaxing day, spending most of the day snoozing, and fondling with movies playing in the background. When it turned to evening, Mum didn’t want to go out, so I ordered in a pizza and some sides. After we filled our stomachs, I turned off the light as she spooned back against me. We barely watched whatever was on television as she rather quickly turned around, making out like a pair of horny, lovestruck teenagers.

“Best day I can remember,” she whispered as I carried her to bed. Snuggling into me again, I had a feeling we both wanted to make love, but realised there was no reason to rush into making love. When she moved up to straddle my lap, I was left wondering if she was just going to impale herself on my cock, but while I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cock, she leaned down to kiss me. “You’re going to make love to me for the first time on the bed I once shared with your father,” she told me, “It will be your way of claiming me, the bed and bedroom, and you will become man of the house.”

“I make enough money already to support us, Mum. Not just you and me, but also my sisters.”

“I’m not going to stop working.”

“Wouldn’t expect you to give up your job, Mum.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “I love what I do and the people I work with. But… I’m going to be your mother and your wife. I’m going to look after my man in every way possible.”

Mum ended the night by giving me a slow, sloppy but very sensual blowjob. She brought me to the edge of climax more than one, the little minx. But I loved it and so did Mum, giggling to herself whenever I groaned in frustration, but she knew what she was doing. When she finally did grant me release, I probably roared loud enough that I woke up all our neighbours, my mother following through on her promise to swallow my cum, feeling her clean up my cock before she crawled up the bed to snuggle against me.

“That’s for showing me all the love in the world, sweetheart,” she whispered.

Driving her home the next day, we arrived in time for lunch, my sisters rushing out of their room to hug and kiss me upon greeting. As Mum started to prepare dinner, my two sisters barely stopped touching me, hands always on my arm or chest as we sat on the couch together. Mum wandered out with a platter of food rather quickly to find the two of them practically draped over me. She started to laugh as she set the platter down.

“Girls, leave him alone for now,” she told them, both of them pouting as they sat back to eat, “But I do have some good news.” Looking expectantly at their mother, she gazed lovingly at me. “Your brother is moving home!”

Cue excited screams followed by tears as they hugged me tightly. “You’re really coming home?” Tara sobbed, “To stay?”

“We’ve missed you so much, William,” Nicola cried into my neck, “Please don’t leave us again.”

“Where are you sleeping?” Tara wondered, struggling to breath due to her crying.

“With me. He’s going to be sleeping in my bed, girls. Your father is no longer welcome in my bedroom. Frankly, he’s no longer welcome in this house if I can help it.”

Both sisters looked at me with broad grins. “Are you finally being intimate with Mum?” Tara asked, surprised at how pleased they both were, “She needs a wonderful man like you, William.”

“So hot the idea that you’re making love to Mum. I’d love to watch it.”

“Would be so beautiful,” Tara agreed, “And I bet you’ve got a lovely cock, William.”

“And you won’t be left out, girls,” Mum insisted, “You just need to give your brother time to get his head around the idea of being with both his mother and sisters.”

“But you will be with us, won’t you?” Nicola asked ever so sweetly.

“Of course,” I replied, glancing from one sister to the other, “But our mother needs my love and attention first.”

“That’s okay,” Tara whispered into my ear, “We’ll just keep masturbating with each other.”

“Maybe when we finally make love, you’ll enjoy your two sisters having a little fun at the same time,” Nicola added.

“When are you moving home?” Tara asked.

I looked at my mother, who kept her face blank. “Next weekend,” I replied, “I’ll just leave the apartment empty for the next month. I don’t really care about it. I want to be here with you three.”

Surprisingly, after our night of drinking, I didn’t hear much from my father. I thought he would have been concerned about what he might have said, but apart from sending him a message, asking if he was okay, he sent a simple reply, stating he was absolutely fine and not to worry about him. Knowing he was rarely at home nowadays, and Mum was now aware he spent nearly all his time at an apartment in the city, she took anything of his out of the bedroom and dumped it into boxes, heading over to help her move them into the garage. She also went around the house and removed any photo he appeared in, those replaced by family photos of only my mother, my sisters and myself. Even if my father was to return home one night, I doubt he’d notice any changes.

Mum suggested I not spend too much time with the family that week, otherwise, she was worried about giving into temptation, and she did worry about my sisters wearing down my resolve too quickly at the same time. They’d already mentioned ideas about prancing around in only their panties to tempt me.

Spending Friday night with some friends, aware I was moving back home to help my mother, my phone was beeping nearly all night with messages and pictures coming from my mother and sisters. My mother’s were risqué and had me smiling. She knew what I liked on her and was happy to wear it. As for my sisters, well, I made sure no-one could see my screen as they had no problem sending me nudes, every single photo being the pair of them.

Waking up early on Saturday, Mum arrived as I was packing up things with the trio of friends who had offered to help. We’d hired a van to take most of my things, though I’d agreed with the landlord that they could keep whatever I didn’t want. Packing took most of the day, Mum growing ever more excited with each box or piece of furniture placed into the van. We were done by 5pm, driving the van home, unloading it far quicker, before I took the van back to the hire place, I made sure I paid my friends how they wanted. As usual, that meant in cases of beer or bottles of liquor.

“Have a shower and dress yourself sexy, Mum,” I told her at around 6pm., “I’m taking my girlfriend out tonight.”

She rose from the armchair and smiled. “Say that again, sweetheart. One specific word.”

Taking her in my arms, I caressed her cheek. “You’re my girlfriend, Mum.”

“I’ll get changed. What would you like me to wear?”

“Got anything in red?” The smile suggested she already knew what her son liked. “Then get your sexy little butt into the shower and into the sort of little red dress that’ll keep me aroused all night.”

Kissing my cheek, she whispered, “I’ll start the night wearing panties though they’ll end the night in your pocket or on your face in bed later tonight.”

My sisters were busy getting ready for their own night out, coming out to visit while I was waiting in the living room. Both wore a towel around their bodies, and I think were ready to give me a live view of their bodies in addition to the selfies they’d been sending all week, but I think they held back. They did ask their big brother about what they should wear. I said to be as sexy as they wanted though always be careful. I’d already received more than one call to go out and pick them up on a Saturday night, worried that guys were getting a little too creepy with them.

They disappeared first, both dressed in the sort of dresses that would attract men, but they were smart enough to dance in groups, and never accepted drinks from men they didn’t see poured. They heard way too many stories during classes at university of drugs being slipped into drinks.

As for my mother, she walked out to join me half an hour after they left in a stunning red dress, tight to all her womanly curves. Standing to greet her, I inhaled the scent of her perfume before kissing her softly. “You look beautiful, Mum,” I whispered.

“Maybe you shouldn’t call me that when we’re out from now on, William,” she suggested.

“I should call you Rachel?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, no problem. Ready to go?”

“Let’s go, handsome.”

Planning for both of us to be sober when we arrived home later that night, I drove us to another restaurant my mother had mentioned she wanted to visit. Not quite as intimate as others we’d been to, but the food was still sensational. Avoiding visiting too many watering holes, we headed straight to a bar we knew played good music to dance to and the drinks were not ridiculously expensive.

Avoiding most of the fast songs, Mum would offer her hand as soon as any slow songs started, moulding her body into mine as we swayed to the music. I ran my hands all over her body, taking any chance to feel her up. Whenever we were sitting down, sipping at our drinks, I was surprised at the audacity of some men who would approach her and ask to dance. Not only was I present with her, but she was wearing a wedding ring.

“There’s only one man who has earned the right to dance with me,” she told a guy who was asking for the third time, “And it’s the man sitting next to me. So toddle off and find someone else because I’m certainly not available.”

He mumbled something under his breath, Mum gripping my hand tightly to ensure I didn’t get up and start getting physical with him. The next slow song, Mum dragged me up to the dance floor and practically dry-humped herself against me until she near enough orgasmed. Returning to the table, she picked up her handbag and disappeared, returning a couple of minutes later, dropping her panties in front of me.

“Figured I’d save us time for when we go home and make love tonight, sweetheart,” she whispered into my ear, “You are going to make love to your mother, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Rachel. How much longer…”

“Can we go home now, baby? I need you more than anything right now.”

I kissed her softly, gazing into her eyes. I couldn’t remember a single girlfriend who gazed at me with as much love as my mother did at that moment. The only two other people that might look at me anywhere close to the same… I smiled to myself as it was Tara and Nicola. They were in love with me as my mother was. It was a nice feeling to know I was so loved.

Taking my mother by the hand, I led her outside to my car, ensuring she was buckled in before I started the car and drove us home. Leading her towards the front door, she turned towards me, catching me by surprise as I ended up back against the door, her mouth eager for mine. She managed to unlock and open it at the same time, almost tripping over each as I staggered backwards. Mum kicked the door shut as she grabbed my shirt and directed me towards the bedroom.

“No wasting time tonight, baby,” she whispered, “Unzip my dress and I’ll get started on getting you naked.”

Kicking her dress away while my shoes, shirt and trousers joined it on the floor, Mum remembered she wasn’t wearing panties, taking one of my hands and putting it between her legs. She was hot and incredibly wet, and I was wondering if she’d even need me to go down on her first. Undoing her bra to free her breasts, I lowered my underwear before we finally tumbled onto the bed.

“Be gentle, sweetheart,” she whispered, “I haven’t had sex in far too long.”

Mum was aware I loved going down on women, and I definitely loved going down on her, so while she was desperate for one thing, I thought I’d treat her to something else first. She moaned softly as I gave her breasts attention, her nipples so incredibly hard, she could have used them to cut glass. Kissing down her body, just her scent alone was driving me wild, burying my face between her legs, and making my mother squeal as she was ready to orgasm almost immediately.

After she’d enjoyed a couple more, I didn’t want to tire her out completely before making love, leaving a trail of soft kisses back up her body before she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Placing my cock at her pussy, she moved her hips as I slowly slid my cock inside her. She was far tighter than I imagined, groaning softly as her hands moved up my arms to my back.

“Fuck, Mum…”

“Yes, baby, that’s your mother’s pussy. Your pussy from now on.”

Once I’d buried my entire length, I needed to stop, feeling a little embarrassed that I’d cum immediately. Mum understood, giving me time to relax again, kissing my cheek a couple of times. Gently starting to thrust into her, I couldn’t help marvelling at how incredibly wet she was, how tightly her pussy gripped my cock, and just the idea that I was now being intimate with my mother for the first time.

And the fact I was doing it on the marital bed made me smile. I figured that she wasn’t in love with her husband any longer, but I had hate in my heart for my father after that conversation we’d shared. If he wanted to go off and fuck any woman he wanted, he should have done the right thing and offered a divorce. I knew I wasn’t in the right any more than my mother was, but I had a feeling my mother was considering this a sort of revenge on her part.

“That’s it, baby,” Mum moaned, “Fuck your mother. Fill her pussy with all your cum.”

“Can you get pregnant, Mum?”

“Oh baby, that turns me on even more!”

Feeling her legs wrap around me, her fingers stroked my back as I picked up the speed of my thrusts. We were soon moaning together as I could feel my climax approaching, Mum’s pussy almost milking my cock, desperate for me to cum inside her. “I’m close too, baby,” she whimpered, lifting her hips, “Just need to change the… Oooh, that’s it, right there, baby!”

Mum climaxed first, her pussy squeezing my cock, her legs tightening around my hips, and that set off my orgasm, groaning loudly as I flooded my mother’s pussy for the first time. I kept pumping long after my climax ended, Mum cooing as she marvelled at the fact my cock remained hard inside her.

“Your pathetic father would dribble a little cum then his small cock would wither, and he’d just roll over and go to sleep,” she told me, “My son is a stallion in comparison!”

“Helps my mother is an absolute fox and deserves to be loved all night.”

“Can you pull out, baby? Feeling a little tender right now.”

Pulling out, I rolled onto her side and I rested on my back. She snuggled tightly into me, arm looped over my chest. We were both a little damp with sweat, Mum resting her head in that little nook between shoulder and head. Within five minutes, her hand was moving down to my cock, smiling up at me as I was pretty much hard again, though she fondled me until she knew I was ready for another round.

Within a word, she sat up and straddled my lap, my hands moving to her breasts, making her laugh as I gently squeezed them, rubbing her pussy along my cock until she couldn’t hold back and lifted herself up, watching my cock slowly disappear inside her again.

“Oh god yes!” she cried, “My god, how does my son’s cock feel so good?!”

“I’m wondering the same thing about your pussy, Mum.”

Leaning forward to kiss me, I ran my hands down to her arse as she started to move. She sat back up and started to bounce up and down, moving my hands to her hips and then her arse just to help keep her balance. Licking my thumb, I eventually moved one hand to and gently rubbed her clit. Her eyes widened as she gazed down at me.

“Oh god!” she cried, “Keep doing that, baby!”

“Going to make you pass out, Mum.”

“Long as you cum in me again before you’re done.”

After a couple of orgasms, she leaned forward to rest a hand on either side of my body, this time grabbing her arse and pumping up into her. She cried out more than once as she absolutely loved it, kissing me every so often to stop herself crying out even more. Eventually resting her forehead against mine, she was begging for me to cum inside her again.

Finishing inside my mother again earned one of those warm smiles, gyrating on my cock a few times before she relaxed on my chest, making her giggle when I squeezed her nice and tight. “I love you, baby,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mum,” I whispered back.

We needed a shower after some intense lovemaking, marvelling at my mother’s naked body as we washed each other up and down. Snuggling into me back in bed, I rolled onto my side so she could spoon back against me. Holding her nice and tight, she raised her hand, still able to see thanks to the light of the lamp.

“I’m still wearing his rings,” she said, “I really should take them off.” Turning over to face me, she held her hand between us. “Take them off, William, as a symbol that I’m no longer his.”

“And I’ll get you a ring to show that you’re now mine, Mum.”

“Will you wear a ring for me?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’ll need a ring for your sisters too. You realise that once you make love, they’ll never want to be with another man.”

“Are you sure you can share me?”

“I love my daughters as much as I love my son. And I want my children to be as happy as can be.”

Taking off her rings, she simply threw them on the floor before cuddling into me again. Turning off the lamp, we shared how much we loved each other before we were asleep rather quickly. We’d barely moved while we slept, waking up at almost the same time. We made love again, Mum whimpering into my ear that she needed my cum more than anything, heading out to the kitchen once we were done.

Tara and Nicola joined us as Mum was cooking breakfast. “Was it everything you hoped for, Mum?” Nicola asked.

Mum’s face was a picture of happiness. “I wish we’d started a few years ago,” she replied, “I’m so happy right now, girls.”

“Is his cum dripping out of you right now?” Tara wondered.

“Tara!” Nicole exclaimed.

“Oh please, like you don’t want to feel it too, Nicky.”

Nicola met my eyes and blushed. Though twins, Tara was the extrovert of the pair. Nicola has always been a little quieter and shy. “I just want to feel him inside me as we make love,” she said softly.

After breakfast, I whispered to my mother what was on my mind, taking my sisters by the hand and leading them to my old bedroom. Shutting the door, I had them sit on the edge of the bed side by side as I knelt on the floor before them. I explained what was on my mind. I wanted to focus on our mother first, at least for a month or so. Though she was perfectly happy for my relationship with them to start quickly, I wanted to ensure our mother was content.

Thankfully, I received two broad smiles and was hugged tightly, assured they were delighted simply to have me back home with them, and as long as I could guarantee lots of hugs and kisses, and that I would perhaps lie with them until they went to sleep occasionally, that would be perfect for them until the time came for us to start fooling around.

Now that I was over that bump in my mind about making love with my mother, it was obvious to us both that we only fell ever deeper in love with each other. We tried to keep our lovemaking to the bedroom, but on occasion, she loved to ride my cock when sitting on the couch, and sometimes I’d walk out to find her cooking breakfast. She’d glance back and give me the sort of look I loved, bending her over the counter or kitchen table, loving how she cried out and begged for me to fuck her.

We were walked in on more than once by Tara, Nicola or both of them. They were rather shocked the first time, but after walking in, to find my mother slowly riding me as we made out the entire time, they sat to either side of us, Mum breaking the kiss and smiling widely.

“I love his big cock so much girls,” Mum whispered, “But it’s so much more than that.”

“I can’t wait to experience this too!” Tara exclaimed, “You look so happy, Mum.”

Mum left my cock buried as she leaned forward, resting her head against my shoulder, running my hands down to her arse. “I’ve never been happier, girls,” she whispered, “Once upon a time, I loved your father, but being intimate with my son means so much more.”

“Are you going to have another baby, Mum?” Nicola wondered.

“We haven’t really discussed that, girls,” she replied, “I’m still on the pill, and I hope you’re still taking yours.” Both of them nodded. “Good. I know you’d both love babies with your brother, but you need to complete your studies first.”

“Out of both of us, I think Nicola would like the babies, Mum,” Tara suggested, all of us glancing to see Nicola blushing, “She wants to be a mother more than anything, particularly if she’s carrying our brother’s baby.”

“Is that right, sweetie?” Mum wondered. Nicola couldn’t find the words, simply nodding before she leaned against my upper arm. “You’ll finish your studies soon enough, then we can come to an agreement on how it will work.” Sitting back, she cleared her throat. “Want to see your mother orgasm and cum on your brother’s big cock before he fills my pussy with his cum?”

“God yes!” my sisters exclaimed in unison.

Occasionally, we would invite them into our bedroom to watch us make love. They absolutely loved it, my mother gazing into my eyes the entire time as I gently thrust my cock as deep as possible. I loved feeling her arms and legs wrapped around me, feeling her tight pussy gripping my cock, the way her body reacted to what I was doing, and her soft moans and whimpers as I picked up the tempo. We’d figured out an angle when she was on her back that helped her orgasm, but whenever I filled her with cum, her fingers would dig into my back, and we’d always share one hell of a passionate kiss.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, “Fill your mummy’s tight pussy.”

By the time we were finished, my sisters were busy fondling themselves at the same time. I was used to seeing them naked nearly every day as they loved parading around the house without clothing. Mum would chuckle but admire their bodies at the same time, admitting that she had looked after herself like they did at the same age.

Everything stayed the same until my father walked through the front door on a Saturday morning. My mother had barely heard from him in at least six weeks. I hadn’t heard anything from him since our night out for drinks. Tara and Nicola, having heard the same recorded conversation, had blocked their father from being able to contact them.

It took him all of two minutes to see his stuff had been moved out of the master bedroom. “Where the fuck are my things?” he shouted.

Mum walked out of the kitchen as I stood up to support her. My father walked back into the living room, rather unhappy. Tara and Nicola were smirking away as they sat together on the couch. “Your clothes are in the guest room,” Mum replied, “You should be glad all your things are not in the garage.”

“Guest room?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Brian. This isn’t what I’d call a marriage. It’s barely a partnership or a relationship. This is the first time I’ve seen you in what is likely at least three months, and I haven’t heard a peep from you in six weeks.”

“Sit down, Dad. I think it’s time you learned a few truths.” When he didn’t move, I stepped forward. I was taller and broader, and I knew I was stronger. He met my eyes and, after a few seconds, wilted. Taking a seat in an armchair, I had Mum sit on the couch between my sisters. “I’ve moved back home, Dad.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ve moved back home to look after my mother and sisters. And they all know the truth.”

“What truth?”

I couldn’t stop the smirk from forming. “Remember that night we met up for a beer? Didn’t you think it was weird that the son you barely gave two shits about suddenly wanted to meet you for a drink?”

He thought for a few seconds before he shouted, “You bastard!”

He tried to stand up, but I easily pushed him back into the armchair. “Sit down and shut up. Mum deserved to know the truth about what a complete sham your marriage is and what an utter fucking scumbag her husband is. The fact you so admitted it to your own son without a shred of guilt told me everything I needed to know about the sort of man you are. You were proud as a peacock that you were fucking all these young women.”

What surprised me is he actually looked smug about it. “I’d rather be fucking them than some hag of an old woman,” he exclaimed.

To my surprise, Mum didn’t react. I did, stepping forward with my fist closed, and that’s when he did move back into the armchair. “You ever, ever, say anything like that about her again, I’ll knock you the fuck out.” He met my eyes and gulped, nodding immediately. “You’re no longer welcome here,” I stated, “Mum will be divorcing you. She will keep the house. You don’t need to give her anything else. I make more than enough now to support my mother and sisters.”

“You can’t kick me out of my own house!”

“Oh, but we can when we accuse you of molestation,” Tara growled, before she started to sob, “Officer, he was always predatory around me and my sister. All those young women he was with at work. He started to come into our rooms when we were younger…” I shuddered at how honest it sounded and what they were both willing to do.

“You wouldn’t…” He glanced around the room before his eyes met mine again. “You’re going to blackmail me?”

“Hell yes. I’ve made copies of your confession and I’m willing to send them to anyone who needs to know. Won’t take too much investigation to find out the names of young women who have been chewed up and spat out by people like you. Quite frankly, what your company is doing to these poor women is disgusting. I’m sure a million and one laws are being broken.”

Mum stood up and walked to stand next to me, taking my hand in hers. Gazing into her eyes, the love she returned probably wasn’t missed by her husband. One day in the distant past, she may have looked at him the same way, but part of me doubted it. Turning her eyes away, she glared at her husband. “Your time here is done, Brian. Pack your things and go. The good thing is that all the time you’ve spent away from home counts to our separation. You’re not staying here tonight. We’re done. This marriage is over.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Leaning down and grabbing the front of his shirt, the colour immediately drained from his face. “Brian…” That was the first time I had ever not called him ‘Dad’. “You can either pack your things and leave in peace, or I drag your arse out to your car, ensure you’re unconscious while we pack your things for you, and then I’ll dump you and your car somewhere away from here. Your choice.”

“And trust me on this, we will give him an alibi,” Tara added, “William has practically been our daddy since we were kids. He’s done far more for us than you ever did.”

Letting go of his shirt, I stepped back and waited for him to stand up. Not meeting my eyes, he turned and walked to the guest room, where suitcases were already waiting for him. Watching him pack his things, Mum and my sisters were back in the kitchen, but could probably hear the conversation.

“I can’t believe you’d knife me in the back like that,” he muttered.

I couldn’t help laughing. “Oh please, did you really think I wanted to actually get together and just have a drink with you?”

He gave it a moment of thought. “Genuinely thought you were interested in starting at the company, get all the pussy you could possibly want.”

“If you thought that, why haven’t you got in contact?”

He turned and smirked. “Because I knew you’d eventually blab to your mother. You’ve always been a mummy’s boy.”

“I definitely am,” I replied cryptically, returning a smug look of my own as he had no idea that I was now sharing his wife’s bed.

Watching him roll the pair of suitcases out to his car, he put them both in the boot, before he turned towards me. I was surprised when he happily handed over some keys. “Place is yours, as far as I’m concerned. I won’t be putting any money into the joint account any longer, and I will expect my share from it,” he told me.

“Mum is going to see a lawyer this week about a separation agreement. You’ll get what’s coming to you.” He blanched at that final statement, taking a step back. “Oh, trust me, Brian. There’s a large part of me that wants to beat the shit out of you for how you’ve treated my mother. But you’re not worth the time and effort, nor the charges I’d receive from the police for putting you in hospital. Just think, though. You’re now free and clear to live your own life.”

The bastard actually smirked at me. “Hey, if you want the responsibility, they’re all yours. A woman who does nothing but constantly nag, and two young women who probably won’t amount to much in their lives.”

“Oh, how little you know,” I retorted with a smile, “Goodbye, Brian. I hope we don’t meet again.”

I waited until his car disappeared before I walked back inside. Expecting tears from my mother, I was surprised when she leapt on me, kissing me with all the love she felt for me. “He’s gone, William,” she stated upon breaking the kiss, “I can’t wait until I’m officially free from him.”

“The good thing is that only the people around here have an inkling we’re mother and son. Anywhere else…”

“Same for us!” Tara exclaimed excitedly, “We can go out on dates with our big brother!”

“I think it’s about time he did too,” Mum said, resting a hand on my chest while gazing into my eyes, “I’ve monopolised you for these past few weeks, and I’ve loved every minute of it. Your sisters have been so patient, but now that I know my future is only with you, William, it’s time I also shared you with two young women I love as much as my son.”

It was the turn of my mother to receive a pair of hugs from Tara and Nicola, not surprised the three had a little cry as we were now pretty much free to love each other however we wanted. We spent the rest of the day organising the house exactly how we wanted. Any pictures of my father had long been replaced, and we quickly realised there were far more without him than with, a sign he’d been absent for more of our lives than we’d ever considered.

At around 5pm, I found each of them around the house, asking them to get dressed and join me at around 6pm as, quite frankly, I wanted to celebrate the fact that the man was no longer going to be our problem. Mum and my two sisters walked out to join me at the requested time, and they honestly took my breath away with their shared beauty. But it was the look of love and devotion in their eyes they returned to me that made me feel a little emotional for a moment.

Having booked a table at one of our favourite restaurants, I knew everyone was looking at my mother walking in front of me with a sister on an arm of mine each. Taking our seats, their good mood was positively infectious. The food was excellent as always, with Mum and my sisters sharing more than one bottle of wine as we ate our way through three courses.

Arriving at the bar a little later, more than one pair of eyes rested on us as it was clear I was arriving with three dates. Finding a booth, I bought three cocktails and a bourbon and mixer for myself. Tara allowed me two sips of my drink before dragging me up onto the dancefloor. After two songs, the usually shy Nicola, at least compared to her sister, moulded herself into my body, gazing up at me with such love, that I had to softly caress her cheek before kissing her.

“Hey!” Tara yelled, finding her hugging me, “No kissing without me!”

Thankfully, her words were laced with humour, caressing her cheek before I kissed her properly for the first time. “We love you so much,” Nicola said softly.

Wrapping an arm around each sister, we danced through a couple of songs, glancing at Mum every so often to see her smiling at us. Returning to our table a little later, I finished my drink, and bought another round, before I led our mother to the dancefloor as soon as a slow song started. It took all of thirty seconds before our kissing was hot and heavy.

“Your other girls will join us in bed tonight to watch us make love,” she told me, using language not to give away we were siblings while on the dancefloor, “And next weekend, you’re taking them out on a date and then making love.”

“That’s my love life organised then,” I retorted with a smile.

“They’ve waited long enough, William.”

“Are you sure you can share me with them, Rachel? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“They are the only two women on Earth I could because I love them as much as you.” She paused before adding softly, “Okay, I think the fact I have sex with you means I might just love my son a little bit more. Before you ask, I’m not interested in having sex with them. I’ve never been interested in sex with women.”

“I wasn’t going to ask. I know they might have experimented together though.”

“They have and I don’t mind what they do together.”

I barely had a chance to sit down all evening as they all wanted to dance with me. It was only past midnight that I finally had a chance to sit down for longer than five minutes, my two sisters giggling away as they were on their way to being drunk, while Mum was giving me the eyes that suggested she was horny and wanted to go home.

As soon as we were in the door, my sisters were stripping off, Mum dragging me to our bedroom and immediately getting to work on having me naked as soon as possible. Pushing me back onto the bed, she stripped off her dress and, not surprised her panties had long disappeared, smiling at my sisters as they didn’t hesitate in following their mother’s example.

“Girls,” she started, “I’m going to show you how to blow your brother. Then once he’s cum, I’ll get him nice and hard quickly and you can see how wonderful it is riding him through so many orgasms…”

Three naked women joined me on the bed and I’m sure I was smiling like an idiot. Tara and Nicola were so excited, cuddling and kissing me deeply, as Mum teased me before my sisters were ready to watch and learn. Having been turned on pretty much all night, I knew I wasn’t going to last all that long.

Groaning as Mum swallowed as much of my cock as possible, I had my hand on the back of her head as I refrained from moving too much. Tara and Nicola didn’t know where to look, either Mum sucking my cock or looking at my face, no doubt enjoying the groans I was already making. Mum’s eye contact was always fantastic during a blowjob, and it wasn’t long before I was warning her that I was ready to cum.

After Mum swallowed my load and cleaned up my cock, Mum sat back and smiled. “Now, girls. When you blow your brother, what you should do is one of you take his gift and then share it with your sister. If you can time it right, you might be able to share his cock and cum though what would be even better is for you two to be on your knees before your brother and take his big load on your face.”

“Mum, we’ll do anything he wants,” Nicola stated.

“Though we have watched porn and it has given us some ideas too,” Tara added, “We know it’s not realistic, but we wanted at least a few ideas about how to please our brother.”

Mum smiled as she moved up to straddle my lap, Tara and Nicole changing position to lie to either side of me, Mum rubbing her pussy along my shaft. “Your brother doesn’t take too long to get hard again,” Mum said softly, “Though I think it’s due to his mother’s pussy. And when you’re with him, knowing he’s got his two sexy little sisters, I reckon there’s a good chance he’ll cum in one of you and be ready to go immediately.”

Lifting herself up, Mum and I moaned in unison as she slowly sank down on my cock. Once she was settled and comfortable, leaning forward to leave a soft kiss on my lips, she rested a hand on my chest as she started to ride and grind on my cock. My sisters watched intently as they snuggled into me.

“Watch me, girls,” Mum moaned, “Doesn’t it look like fun?”

“You look so sexy, Mum,” Tara stated.

“How does it feel?” Nicola wondered.

“You’ll find out soon enough, Nicola. There is nothing better than feeling my son’s big cock inside me. And you’ll feel the same way when your brother is inside you.”

When Mum enjoyed her first orgasm with my cock buried inside her, there was no missing the excitement from my two sisters, both whispering into my ear that they wanted to orgasm while we made love. Mum couldn’t stop smiling as she continued riding me through at least another couple of orgasms before I rolled her over, Mum wrapping her legs around me as I fucked her harder.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, almost biting my shoulder, “Fuck me, baby. Give me that big cock!”

“Going to fill your womb, Mum,” I growled. Feeling her shudder and her eyes light up, I kissed her hard. “Your birth control pills will be useless with all the cum that’s going to flood you in a minute.”

“I can’t wait until I’m carrying our child,” Nicola whispered.

Mum moved one of her hands to take Nicola’s. “Studies first, then have babies,” Mum groaned, “Oh god… William…”

Her orgasm set off mine, burying my cock and groaning loudly as I felt my cock throbbing with each spurt of cum. Wrapping her legs tightly, Mum left a soft kiss on my cheek as she caressed my back. “Fuck,” I grunted.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, “Fill me up again. God, I love feeling you cum in me.”

Leaving my cock buried, we shared a series of soft kisses before I sat up, taking cock out of my mother. She sat up on her knees, wanting to keep kissing me, feeling her press her breasts into my chest, before we shared a hug. Tara and Nicola sat up and joined in, Mum shuffling back so I could hug Tara first, no surprise her hand was around my cock within seconds.

“So big,” she whispered, “Will it fit in my tight little virgin pussy, big brother?” she teased.

“I’ll just get you nice and wet, little sister.”

“By licking my pussy?”

“You’re so eager and I love you for it.”

When it was Nicola’s turn, she just hugged me tightly first, resting her head against my chest as I stroked her back. “I’m a little scared,” she admitted, “Because I know, once we make love, that’ll be it. But I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”

Tara hugged her sister from behind. “Nothing will be ruined, Nicky,” she assured her, “You’re going to make love with our big brother, and your twin sister will be by your side the entire way.”

“And I’ll be there for you too,” Nicky replied.

Mum wanted to put on a show after that, turning around while lowering her head down, shaking her arse in my direction. After fucking her for a few minutes, I ended up pretty much mounting and fucking her as hard as possible. She didn’t usually orgasm in that position; she just loved the feeling of her son almost dominating her as I pounded her harder and harder.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she groaned, “Fuck me, William.”

Grabbing a handful of hair, the girls were really into it, sitting to either side of our mother as they masturbated. That just turned me on even more. “I want you to cum for me,” I told them, “Cum for your big brother.”

Both of them whimpered, their eyes gazing at me, filled with all the lust and desire that they had for me at that moment. Nicola was whimpering in barely a couple of minutes, leaning back to watch her finally orgasm. Her lower lip trembled as her eyes never looked away from me for a moment. Tara started to orgasm at the same time, a loud shriek ensuring I watch her eyes light up as she enjoyed an orgasm. Both girls then sat up and offered their fingers.

“Taste my pussy, big brother,” Tara stated, watching her eyes light up again as I eagerly sucked on her fingers, savouring the taste of my little sister for the first time. I then kissed her while still pounding our mother, who was moaning constantly.

Nicola offered her fingers, gently sucking on one. I’d already figured out what both of them would be like in bed. Tara was going to want to experiment and perhaps want me to really fuck her nice and hard once she was used to me. I had a feeling Nicola was going to be the type of woman who needed it gentle and to be honest, I’d usually worry I’d hurt her.

“Fuck me,” Mum cried out, “Oh god, harder, baby! Harder! I want to be walking funny in the morning.”

Waking up the next morning, two sisters snuggling into me to one side, Nicola against my skin, Tara spooning her from behind, with Mum on her side to my other, I laid back and smiled. Nicola must have been awake as I felt her kiss my cheek. “I love you, William,” she whispered.

Mum staggered to the kitchen when she woke up, glancing at the table where I was sitting with my sisters. She smiled and immediately made her way towards me, leaving one hell of a kiss on my lips. “No sex tonight, sweetie. I don’t think my pussy could handle it,” she told me.

“We’ve been discussing the idea for this week, Mum,” I replied, “I’m taking Tara out on Monday night, Nicola on Tuesday night, you on Wednesday night, Tara on Thursday, Nicola on Friday, then double dating my sisters on Saturday.”

“And will you be sleeping with that same woman each night?” Mum wondered.

“Yes, and the two women I’m not taking out will sleep together though I don’t intend on having sex with either sister too soon. I’d rather they share that experience together.”

“Might have to suck his big cock though,” Tara said, kissing my cheek before licking my earlobe, “Can’t wait to taste his cum and have it sitting in my stomach.”

It was a relaxing day though Mum admitted to feeling a little exhibitionist whenever she was in the mood, and my sisters did enjoy watching Mum enjoying herself on my cock though I think they loved me even more when they saw how much our mother loved it when I went down on her. That night, my sisters were in their own rooms while Mum needed to make slow, gentle love for a couple of hours.

“I’ll miss you when you’re with your sisters,” she whispered once we both needed to rest.

“Are you sure about this, Mum? You know I’d devote myself only to you.”

“I know you would, and that’s why I can happily share you with my daughters. We all love you so much, William. You moving back into our home to be part of the family again means so much to all of us.”

Tara was waiting for me on the couch when I arrived home from work on Monday. Though she was always confident on the outside, a glance into her eyes told me she was nervous. My little sister wanted me desperately, as much as Nicola did. Offering my hand, she took it as I led her towards the bathroom. Her excitement grew as we helped undress each other.

Though I’m sure we were both thinking about doing a lot more fondling than what we did, I did enjoy pressing my little sister up against the side as I kissed her hard. Whimpering into my mouth, her fingers did end up wrapped around my cock, and I could almost taste her desperation.

“I need you inside me, William,” she murmured, gazing up at me, “I’m not sure I can wait.”

“I’ll take care of you tonight, Tara.”

“Do we even need to go out?”

“Yes. I’m taking my little sister out on a date.”

While I was getting changed, I received more than one photo from Tara as she was getting dressed. A full nude, then of her in bra and panties, before I received a final photo of her dressed, though she was holding up the hem to show that her panties were now missing. Meeting me in the living room, she handed me  her panties, feeling how damp they were already.

“I was going to masturbate then give them to you, but I doubt I would have ever left my bedroom,” she admitted.

Tara told me she didn’t need nor want to be wined and dined. A good burger and beer, followed by a couple of drinks elsewhere was going to be enough, particularly as it was a Monday night, and many places would be closed. By 10pm, her hands were all over my body and her intentions were obvious, whispering into my ear, pleading with me to take her home.

The house was dark when I arrived home, the three women having agreed to be in their bedrooms rather early to give me privacy with my date. Tara turned down any idea of a nightcap, dragging me towards her bedroom, shutting the door and pushing me backwards towards her bed.

Turning around, she glanced back and smiled. “Undress me, handsome,” she said softly.

Once she was naked, I stood up and we helped me undress until we were both naked. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her softly as I caressed her cheek, still gazing up at me with a mixture of her complete love but unbridled lust for me.

Falling to her knees, I didn’t say a word as her intentions were clear. “I’ve been practising with two of my dildos,” she explained, “Does it shock you to hear your little sister uses sex toys?”

“Not at all, Tara. You’ve been a very sexual young woman for quite a while now.”

“Mum helped me buy them as she was buying some toys too. She knew I was never going to be with any other man, and also knew I wanted to make sure I can swallow your big cock.”

“Need to ride a toy while blowing me?”

“No, because I know my brother will be eating me out after this. I can’t wait to feel your tongue in my pussy, William.”

Groaning as her soft lips wrapped around my shaft, she may have never blown a man before, but her practice with her dildos had certainly helped her out, as she swallowed more of my cock than I would have imagined rather quickly, remembering to fondle my balls at the same time. Given that I’d been turned on for most of the night, as my sister had ensured I was always touching her in return, I was transfixed by the sight of my little sister on her knees, almost inhaling my cock.

“Fuck,” I grunted, not wanting the blowjob to end too soon, “You’re such a good little sister.”

Her eyes lit up at the compliment, knowing she was smiling, as her head bobbed faster, groaning as I felt my cock slide into her throat. She gagged a couple of times, eventually lifting her head completely away. “Practice makes perfect, big brother,” she stated, “Don’t tell me, just cum. I can’t wait to swallow it all.”

When I did cum, my sister moaned loudly, her eyes lighting up again as she tasted my cum for the first time. And she was a little trooper, swallowing every drop I gave her, loving the fact she kept sucking my cock until I was all cleaned up. Sitting back on her knees, she looked up at me with nothing but a smile on her face.

“Want to sit on my face?” I asked.

Getting to her feet, she jumped onto my arms, wrapping her limbs around me as I fell back onto the bed. “God, I want you to fuck me, William,” she whispered.

Lying back on the bed, Tara hovered above my face until I wrapped my hands around her thighs and gently dragged her down to my mouth. She whimpered and pushed firmly downwards, not wasting any time rubbing her pussy on my lips. Leaning back, she was in control but clearly enjoying what my tongue was doing, sliding in and out of her pussy before moving up to her clit.

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried, before rolling off onto her back, “Do it properly, William. I need it…”

Moving quickly, I was between her legs as she spread hers wide. Leaning up to kiss her, she smiled almost shyly at me before I kissed down her body, giving her large breasts plenty of attention as I used my fingers to fondle her pussy. She was quickly writhing and moaning away, fairly sure her twin sister would have heard her.

Kissing downwards, I inhaled her scent loudly, earning a giggle of appreciation, glancing up her body to see her smiling down at me. “I’m going to take it slowly, cutie,” I told her, “But I don’t want you to tell me to stop until you’re ready to pass out. Okay?”

“I love you so much, William,” she whispered, “Enjoy your little sister's pussy. It’s yours forever.”

I did enjoy her pussy as I took my time bringing her to orgasm the first time. When I slid my finger inside her and found that special spot all women have, and I was focusing my attention on her clit at the same time, my little sister went off like a rocket. Begging me not to stop, what she wanted is what she got, rolling through one orgasm after the other.

Finally asking me to stop, I left a trail of soft kisses up her body until our eyes were level again. Her face broke out into a broad grin before we shared a soft kiss. “Can I blow you again?” she asked eagerly.

I’m a man. I’m never going to turn down a blowjob, and my little sister was ever so happy to be between my legs, kneeling on the floor again, swallowing as much of my cock as possible, swallowing every drop again once she brought me to orgasm with her already rather talented mouth and tongue. Back on the bed together a few minutes later, her smaller body snuggling into mine, the look of love in her eyes nearly took my breath away.

“Dream come true,” she whispered, “Though you realise Nicola needs you even more.”

“She does?”

Tara nodded. “I was ready to give up and start dating others. Unhappily, but I thought you would never give us a chance simply because I’m your sister. Nicola never gave up hope. She’s been in love with you since she was a little girl. You were her first crush and her first love. You’re going to be her first everything, William.”

Waking up the next morning, Tara was all smiles over breakfast, but it was the hopeful look in Nicola’s eyes that had me smiling. Making sure I hugged and kissed her before she left for the day, there was a spring in her step as she skipped to the car she shared with her sister.

I was left thinking Nicola had more than one fantasy about what her brother would do with her that night. When I suggested dinner at a nice restaurant and cocktails at a nearby bar, she loved the idea, hoping we might find somewhere that would at least have music playing. She was dressed rather conservatively that night, at least compared to the little black dress Tara wore the previous night, but it was just another example of how they were twins but completely different women.

Dinner was three courses and very intimate, my sister needed to hold my hand whenever our hands were not occupied by cutlery. It was amazing how easily the conversation flowed though I made sure the focus was on her. After paying for dinner, we ended up in a cosy little bar not too far away, ensuring we were sat on a small lounge, Nicola cuddled into me as we sipped at our rather sweet but alcoholic drinks.

“Nicola, I have to ask one question. Is this your first date?”

“Of course,” she replied happily, “I was only ever going to date you, William.”

“But what if…”

“Then I would have remained single. I’m sure our mother would have eventually told me to approach you.”

“What if…”

She hugged me tighter. “No more of that, William. What matters is that I’m here with you now.” Kissing my cheek, she sighed happily. “And I love the fact I’m sharing you with my sister. She’ll never really admit how much she’s in love with you. That’s not like her.”

“But you know?”

“I’m her twin sister. I know more about her than herself. And as for our mother, she’s not been so happy in so long, William. Another reason I couldn’t take you from her for myself.”

Arriving home just before midnight, Nicola led me to her room. As soon as the door was shut, we came together in a slow but passionate kiss, slowly removing her dress as she helped me out of my clothes. Once I had her naked, I ran my hands all over her body, her smile never fading as I eventually laid her back on her bed, changing from hands to mouth as I kissed up and down her body.

“I love my little sister,” I whispered, “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making her deliriously happy.”

Her breasts were crying out for attention as her nipples stood at attention, requiring my tongue to tease them. Nicola moaned softly as I licked, suckled and nibbled at each breast for a couple of minutes before I finally kissed down her body towards her pussy. She was hot and ready, her scent filling my nostrils. I groaned at how wonderful it was.

Softly licking up her slit, I felt her body shudder, releasing a soft moan at the same time. “I’m going to cum so fast,” she whispered.

Nicola knew her body well and her body shuddered again within a couple of minutes, crying out so loud as she climaxed, our sister and mother would have heard her cry of joy. Gazing up her lithe form, her eyes gazing down at me with absolute adoration, I smiled as I got to work on her pussy for real this time. She cried out again as I slid a finger inside her, almost jolting off the bed when I found her spot. Another climax followed, and I noticed her wiping her cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” she whimpered.

I stopped long enough to lean up and kiss her, her mouth eager for mine as she didn’t seem to care about tasting herself on my lips. Kissing back down her body, I slid another finger inside her while my tongue found her clit, figuring out how she liked it pleasured as I brought her to climax over and over again. I think we both lost count of how many she had before I finally relented, Nicola half-asleep as I moved up to snuggle next to her.

“My god, William,” she whispered, “How will it feel when we make love?”

“Even better,” I whispered back, “I can’t wait to make love with my little sister.”

“Really?”

“I’m going to show you and Tara all the love I have for you when we finally do.”

Waking up in the morning, I felt her soft hand wrapped around my cock. Her eyes were both eager but scared. I knew what she wanted to try, but although I loved a blowjob, it wasn’t something I usually asked for. Whispering that she wanted to try, I pulled back the cover as she giggled, happily kneeling between my legs as she gazed at my cock.

“Sweetheart,” I stated, Nicola glancing up to meet my eyes, “Just take your time. Will you take my load in your mouth?”

“Of course, William. I’m a good little sister.”

“Ever done anything like this?”

Blushing, she nodded. “In the last few weeks, Tara has helped me.”

Tara had definitely helped her as Nicola may not have sucked a real cock before, but she knew what she was doing with mine. When she made me groan a couple of times, I could see how pleased she was in her eyes. She couldn’t quite swallow as much of my length as her twin sister, but it was her sheer enthusiasm and pleasure in doing something for me that was the main turn-on.

Warning her I was close, I felt her lips tighten around my shaft as I groaned just before I blasted off. Nicola did her best to swallow most of my load though some of it did end up dribbling down her chin. Lifting herself away from my cock, she wiped her chin clean before sitting up on my lap and snuggling on my chest, feeling the heat of her pussy.

“Need some attention, Nicola?” I wondered.

“Nope. This morning was just about sucking my big brother’s big cock.”

Sitting down for breakfast, I was quickly cuddled by my sisters, kisses on the cheek, whispered thanks for two wonderful dates. Mum looked at me from across the table and smiled. “All I need is to be fed and fucked tonight, William,” she said to the amusement of her daughters.

She wasn’t lying. Dressed as sexily as ever, she teased me throughout dinner, so by the time we’d finished dessert, I practically dragged her outside to the car. If she thought I was going to take her home, she was wrong. We ended up on a dirt road in a nearby nature reserve, ending up together on the backseat. The car was rocking as I fucked my mother hard and fast, and she loved it, telling me afterwards she’d missed out on backseat shenanigans.

Mum didn’t even bother dressing for the drive home, walking into the house naked, spending the rest of the night fucking each other hard. By the time we’d cried enough, we were in desperate need of a shower, Mum’s pussy dripping cum and I’d pulled out once to cum on her tits, something she offered as she hadn’t done it before.

“How was last night, Mum?” Tara asked as we sat down for breakfast the next morning.

“Wonderful, girls. Your brother fucked me senseless for hours.”

“I know, we heard,” Nicola replied, a knowing smirk on her lips.

“Is his cum still leaking out of you?” Tara wondered.

She glanced at me and smiled. “He left a nice load inside me before we got up. I’ll definitely need my panties today to ensure it doesn’t end up running down my thighs during the day.”

“So hot,” Tara whispered.

“Want to see it?”

“What?”

Mum smiled. “Tara, we’re going to be sharing your brother, and we’re going to be sharing more than that. So if you want to see my pussy leaking his cum…”

“God yes, Mum. I’d love to see it.” Helping Mum up onto the counter, she lifted her skirt and lowered her panties, and Tara was clearly aroused by what she could see. “Mum…”

“You want to lick me, don’t you?” Tara whimpered as I hugged her from behind. Mum sighed, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “I’m aware of how you feel about women, Tara. I’m not blind to the fact you want to fool around with your twin sister.”

“I just want to share the love with my family…”

Nicola stood up and took her sister’s hand. “Once we’ve made love to our brother, when we start having threesomes, you can lick my pussy all you want, Tara. Particularly if his cum is leaking out of me… Though not when we’re trying for a baby!”

Tara turned to hug her sister. “You’ve always known, haven’t you?”

“Of course, Tara. The fact she so eagerly wanted to masturbate with me all the time, and I see it in your eyes. You want to be intimate with both your siblings.”

Mum pulled up her panties before I helped her down from the counter. Hugging both her daughters tightly, she whispered her apologies to Tara that she just couldn’t bring herself to be intimate with any woman, even her own daughter. Tara understood, but enjoyed seeing our mother naked, and added that she loved seeing her beautiful pussy. Mum said she’d do very naughty things for her daughter but wouldn’t be intimate. Tara thought that was a fantastic idea.

My date with Tara that night was over rather quickly as she wanted to be back in her bedroom as quickly as possible as she had an idea on her mind she wanted to try. That idea was for us to try our first sixty-nine. What she learned is that although she loved sucking my cock, I absolutely adored her pussy, and she couldn’t have me licking her out while trying to get me off at the same time. At least at first. After I’d brought her to orgasm a couple of times, I relented on her pussy enough that she could focus on blowing me.

Friday night was Nicola’s second date and I thought I’d do something different, offering to cook her dinner. Realising I hadn’t done that for Tara, I quickly suggested I’d do the same for her next weekend, earning that beautiful smile of hers before she left a scorching kiss on my lips. “Cook me dinner and I’ll suck your cock the rest of the night,” she growled.

Nicola thoroughly loved the dinner I cooked for us, and the wine I bought to accompany it was just perfect. After dinner, we adjourned to the backyard, turned on some music and we danced in the low lights. She laughed away as I shared some bad jokes before she eventually moulded herself into my body, caressing her back as we swayed to the music.

“Take me to bed, William,” she finally whispered.

Lying naked in bed, I did bring my sister to orgasm a couple of times, but it was soon obvious that she was more interested in just cuddling and talking quietly. I loved the feeling of her soft skin at my fingertips, feeling her body pressed into mine. She gazed at me until she simply couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.

Waking up together the next morning, I kissed down her body and enjoyed giving her a couple more orgasms. Heading out for breakfast, Mum and Tara could read her body language, her twin sister eventually chuckling. “My god, Mum, she’s head over heels in love,” Tara stated.

“You feel the same. It’s just Nicola has always been a little shy in expressing her feelings.”

“We’re totally making love tonight, right?” Tara asked, her eyes staring into mine, almost pleading with me to say yes.

“Of course, Tara. But I’ve got things to do around the house today as I don’t want to be distracted by you two.”

The girls did help me by getting dressed and heading out for some shopping, leaving me alone with Mum as I focused on looking after the lawns and gardens outside before taking care of a couple of jobs that I needed to complete inside. It was mid-afternoon by the time I’d finished everything, stripping naked and taking a dip in the pool. Mum joined me, noticing I was naked and stripping off herself.

“Got enough energy for me to ride you?” she asked.

“I’m always ready and willing for you, Mum.”

Sitting on the edge of the pool, she straddled my lap and lowered herself down on my cock. “Oh fuck, baby!” she cried out, “Mummy’s going to ride you hard and fast. She really needs to feel you cum inside her.”

Mum got what she wanted within ten minutes. To my amusement, she happily stood up off my lap and went about her day. Heading inside when I heard my sisters return home, I found them in Tara’s bedroom, offering me a show of all the clothes and lingerie that they’d bought. Asking if anything they showed would be worn that night, they smiled and said I’d be in for a surprise.

Getting ready to go out, Mum joined me in the shower, soaping me up and washing me down, suggesting I needed to be as clean as possible for my sisters. I was left thinking she wanted me to fuck her again, eventually turning her around and pressing her against the tiled wall, resting my hard cock between her firm arse cheeks. “Oh baby,” she whispered, “You still need to fuck me there too.”

“I’m going to fuck your arse so hard, Mummy,” I growled into her ear. The low groan she released suggested she loved the sound. “Might do the same to your daughters too.”

“Tara… God, she’ll do anything you want her to do.”

I didn’t fuck my mother but teased her relentlessly until we stepped out and I needed to get dried and dressed. Mum was almost squirming as she sat on the edge of the bed. I finally relented and spread her legs, getting down and bringing her off with my tongue. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered once I’d given her a third orgasm, “I just needed my son before he finally makes love to my daughters.”

My sisters knew me well as they walked out together to join me in the living room wearing little red dresses. They were practically the same, lifting the hem to show they were wearing red panties, adding they also had red garter, suspenders and thigh-high stockings. They looked as beautiful as they’d ever done.

All eyes were on them as they were escorted into the restaurant I’d selected. Their love for me was written all over their faces, and their simple joy and enthusiasm was infectious. Conversation flowed easily as I found myself facing quite a few questions about my own past, something I hadn’t shared too often with my family. I had a habit of keeping my private life just that. Private.

“Best sex you’ve had?” Tara asked bluntly.

“Our mother,” I replied quickly, “Hand on heart, she’s fantastic. But it’s the fact it’s our mother that I’m being intimate with that makes it even better.”

“Will it be the same with us?” Nicola asked quietly.

“I can’t wait to make love with my little sisters,” I assured her, taking a hand of theirs in mine, “Girls, I know you’ve been waiting for a long time.”

“Too long,” Tara whispered, “Way too long, William.”

“We should have told you,” Nicola added, “But we were so scared that you’d think we were weird.”

“Girls, I might have been surprised by any confession, but I would have understood as I’m aware that some young women nurse crushes on their fathers or older brothers. The only thing that makes me happier is that you waited until I was single.”

“We love you so much,” the girls stated in unison, “Can we go dancing now?”

Walking into the club with a girl on each arm had both men and women glancing in our direction. After buying us drinks, we quickly finished them before heading out to the floor. Their hands were all over my body, Tara not being shy in caressing my crotch as often as she could. As for Nicola, whenever a slow song came on, she would want nothing more than an arm around her as her head rested against my shoulder.

The girls loved to go out dancing with me, but they were ever eager to get me home so we would make love. Arriving home a little later, we found our mother sitting on the couch, quite obviously waiting for us to return home. She stood up and hugged the three of us. “Have fun, kids,” she stated, “And I want to hear all about it tomorrow morning, girls.”

Mum kissed my cheek before adding she loved us. Hearing our bedroom door close, Tara led me towards her bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tara turned on her laptop, aware there were wireless speakers dotted around her room. Selecting a song, I watched as she performed a sexy striptease for me. Nicola sat next to me, snuggling into my side.

“My sister is incredibly sexy,” she whispered.

“William, you’re making love to my sister first,” Tara stated, “I just wanted to turn us both on at the same time. Loving my striptease?”

I could barely reply as Nicola’s hand gently caressed my cock and I couldn’t help marvelling at how my other sister moved her body to the music. She was eventually down to just her thigh-high stockings and heels, straddling my lap as my hands immediately moved to her back. We shared one hell of a kiss and I slowly caressed her back and arse before moving one hand to her pussy.

Turning my head to kiss Nicola, Tara slid off my lap and eagerly helped take off my shoes and socks before getting started on my trousers. “She’s going to blow you, take the edge off,” Nicola explained, “Then I’m hoping you’ll eat us both out before we make love.”

“Going to get naked for me too?”

“Of course, though you can undress me once you’ve cum down Tara’s throat.”

Tara’s enthusiasm was far too much for me, and noticing she was playing with her pussy at the same time, making herself moan again and again, it was far too much for me. Her eyes widened when the first spurt of cum fired into her mouth before she surprised me by taking my cock from her mouth and having me leave the rest of my load on her face.

“Fuck yeah,” she moaned softly, “Big brother cum all over my face!”

Nicola laughed out loud. “You’re incorrigible, Tara!” she exclaimed.

“Haven’t even started, Nicky. Once I’m used to taking that big cock in my pussy, he’s taking my arse all the time too. I’m going to be his little anal queen sister.” My cock lurched at the thought which made Tara giggle. “Like that idea, William?” she asked in that innocent voice I was used to, “Stick your big brother cock deep inside your little sisters’ arse?”

“On the bed,” I growled. She did so immediately, lowering her head to the bed as I stood up behind her, stripping off the rest of my clothes. Then I slapped her arse. She moaned loudly before I slapped her other cheek, earning another moan.

“I’m a naughty little girl, big brother,” she taunted, that same innocent voice, “I do such naughty things for all the boys to watch, but my pussy and arse belong only to my big brother.”

Leaning forward, I grabbed a handful of hair, lowering my mouth to her ear. “Once you’re used to me, Tara, your arse is mine,” I breathed into her ear, feeling her shudder underneath me.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, “I want to do so many things with you, William.”

“Lie back. Time to get your sister naked.”

Nicola was eager for me to get her naked, and as soon as she was lying back next to her sister, I had my head between her legs, eager to get them both off as I knew the three of us were desperate to make love. Nicola loved my tongue between her legs, and I brought her to orgasm by just focusing on her clit. She was incredibly sensitive after that, moving over to Tara, who went off like a rocket once I had two fingers buried in her pussy, making her beg me to use my tongue on her clit to really get her off.

Moving between each sister, I gave them both at least half a dozen climaxes before Tara waved me off, Nicola sitting up to kiss me, asking if I was ready for her. Assuring her that I was, Tara turned onto her side, caressing her sister’s body, as I moved to lie between Nicola’s legs, gently pressing my cock against her.

“Ready?” I asked quietly. She met my eyes and nodded, and I slowly slid inside her for the first time, I didn’t avert my eyes for a second. She was incredibly tight, her hands quickly ending up on my back as she whimpered once the head of my cock slipped inside her, groaning as I savoured her velvety smooth pussy. She was so hot and tight, I was glad Tara blew me first. I’d have cum far too quickly otherwise.

Nicola whimpered again as I slowly buried my cock, her fingers digging into my back as I gently thrust a few times to bury my cock. Only when I was buried did we look down between us together, my cock now entirely buried inside my little sister.

“Best feeling ever,” Nicola whispered, “I’ve waited so long to experience this, William.”

“I love you, Nicola.”

“Make love to your little sister. I need to feel my brother cum inside me.”

While I made love to her, Tara was giving her all sorts of hints and tips. I knew they’d both done their research, but there was still an innocence to Nicola at times, particularly compared to her twin sister. Her eyes dazzled me as I savoured each gentle thrust inside her. I could feel her pussy squeezing me at the same time, eventually moving her legs so they were bent and resting against my torso.

“Fuck, that’s deep,” she moaned softly.

“Okay?” I asked, “Not hurting you?”

“God no. It feels so wonderful,” she replied, before her lower lip trembled, “My brother is making love to me. My big brother…” She paused to take a breath. “God, Tara… You will love this feeling too…”

“You look beautiful together,” Tara stated softly.

Asking if she wanted to change position, Nicola shook her head, stating she just wanted to make love how we were, but that once she was a little more experienced, she’d be open to doing a lot more together. Slowly picking up the tempo of my thrusts, I was never too hard as I didn’t want her feeling too sore after her first time.

“Oh god,” she cried softly, “It feels so good, William.”

“Your pussy is something else, Nicola,” I groaned, “I’m close already.”

“That’s okay… I need my big brother to fill me up!”

She received what she wanted within a couple of minutes, her fingers digging into my back as she felt my cock throbbing as I came as hard as I’d ever done. Kissing her as I climaxed, she moved her legs to wrap around me at the same time, knowing exactly why she’d done that. We remained kissing even after I stopped thrusting until we finally needed to take a breath.

Pulling out of her, she closed her legs immediately and giggled. “Can’t wait to go off the pill, William,” she admitted, “That time when you cum inside me, filling up my womb, and we conceive a child…”

“Just let me know when you’re ready, Nicola.”

“You mean that?” she asked, an absolutely gorgeous smile forming.

“I’ve always wanted children, Nicola. The fact I will have them with my beautiful little sister makes it even better.”

Tara was keen to get started, leaping onto my cock once I was laying down. Mentioning she could taste her sister’s pussy at the same time, Nicola cuddled into my side and suggested that, once we start threesomes, she’d love to feel her sister’s tongue between her legs. And once she was confident enough, Nicola would happily return the favour by pleasuring her sister.

I was hard again rather quickly, Tara positioning herself on my lap. Raising an eyebrow, she smiled before leaning down to kiss me. Rolling her over, she kept kissing me as I gently slid my cock inside her, moaning into my mouth before we broke the kiss.

“Fuck, your cock is bigger than my dildos by far!” she exclaimed, “Oh god, once you’re buried, just fuck me, William. I can handle it.”

“You sure?”

“I want to hear the headboard slamming the wall when you’re fucking me!”

Easing her in, she couldn’t stop smiling once we started to move together. Feeling her hips riding my cock underneath me, it felt fantastic, the smile only widening as I picked up the tempo. Nicola urged me on to fuck her twin sister, Tara moaning even louder as I picked up her legs, her knees at my upper arms, as I really started to fuck her.

“Fuck me!” she cried out, “Fuck me, big brother!”

“Fuck my sister, William,” Nicola cheered on, “Make her cum hard!”

“I’ll cum,” Tara growled, “I’ve been training to cum in any position.”

Pushing her knees back even further, I felt even deeper in her pussy, Tara’s eyes going wider as they lit up with pleasure. I released a growl at the same time as I fucked her harder and harder. When she whimpered, I knew she was loving it, though I was still worried that I would hurt her. One of her hands ended up on the back of my head, leaning up to kiss me.

Then I felt her pussy tighten up around my cock and her head rolled back, releasing an almighty cry of ecstasy. I stopped thrusting as she was almost too tight, waiting until her climax passed. Then she met my eyes, watching her lower lip start to tremble. “I love you so much, William,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss her, feeling her arms wrap around me, “Gentle now, big brother. Nice and slow. I just want to enjoy your big cock inside me until you cum.”

“Want to ride me?”

That excited her so much, I pulled out and laid down, Tara straddling my groin, grasping the base of my cock and easing herself down until I was buried inside her again. “Wow,” Nicola whispered, “You look hot on his cock, Tara.”

“Holy shit, this position with his cock is far better than my dildo!”

“Ride me, Tara,” I said softly, gazing up her body until I met her eyes, “Hands on my chest.” Once they were in place, she figured out the rest herself, resting my hands on her arse, bending my legs to get the right angle. My little sister loved every second of it, and when she enjoyed another orgasm, the floodgates she’d no doubt been holding back finally let go, resting on my chest and sobbing as I held her in my arms.

“Big moment?”

“I’ve wanted to cum on your cock for so long, William,” she whispered, “Though I can’t figure out if an orgasm on your tongue or your cock is better.”

“Go with different, like when I orgasm from a blowjob or inside my mother or sisters.”

“Can you cum in me now?” she asked softly.

Rolling over again, she wrapped her legs around me and was happy to just roll her hips in time with my thrusts until I groaned and emptied myself as deep as possible inside her. Giving myself a couple of minutes, I finally pulled out and laid on my back, a sister to either side snuggling into me.

“Can you go again?” Nicola whispered, “I’d love to ride you like Tara just did.”

“I’ve got perhaps one more in me. If you want more than that, then we’re going to be making love all night.”

“Suck his dick and get him nice and ready, Nicky,” Tara suggested, “You can taste my pussy too.”

Nicola kissed down my body until she was resting between my legs, licking up my cock before gazing up into my eyes. “I like the taste of my sister’s pussy on your cock,” she whispered.

“Want to lick his cum out of my pussy?” Tara offered.

“Not tonight, but one night soon,” she replied.

Nicola enjoyed herself as she got my cock hard yet again, and with some assistance from her sister, slowly eased herself down on my cock. Her face was a picture of delight as my cock was once again snug in the tight pussy of my little sister. Tara gave her twin sister advice as Nicola figured out the best way to ride me. I was surprised she went with bouncing up and down, holding her hips, enjoying how her breasts bounced and swayed.

Licking my thumb, I gently rubbed her little clit, and she absolutely loved it. “Oh fuck yes!” she cried out, “Keep doing it. Keep doing it!”

Feeling her orgasm riding my cock was wonderful. I was actually surprised she didn’t become overly emotional though she did need to dry her cheeks with the back of her hand. Making her lean forward by moving my legs, she placed a hand on either side of my head as I grabbed her arse and started to thrust up into her. “This is yours,” Tara whispered into her sister’s ear, “I got to swallow his cum first.”

“Oooh. Two loads in my pussy. Better make sure I take the pill tomorrow morning,” she teased.

We made love until we enjoyed an almost joint orgasm, hers arriving first which set mine off at the same time, filling her little pussy with another large load. Rolling off me, we laid back and I found myself snuggled to either side by a beautiful young woman. I would have normally suggested a shower after sex, but the three of us were far too tired.

Waking up to a blowjob is always a great way to start the day. Lifting the sheet away to see both my sisters pleasuring me, they gazed up at me and smiled. “Good morning, big brother!” they exclaimed in unison, “You just lie back and let your little sisters pleasure you,” Tara added, “As a thank you for such a wonderful night.”

“Okay, you two enjoy yourselves. Who wants to swallow my cum?”

“I do!” Nicola replied, “Though I’ll share it with my beautiful twin sister.”

Once Nicola swallowed a bit of my cum for the first time, she kept the rest in her mouth and shared it with her sister. Watching my sisters kissing was erotic as hell, made even better knowing they were swapping my cum. Heading to the bathroom, they were all over me again as they giggled away while soaping me up before I had them both against the wall, fingers from each hand buried in their pussies, loving the way they moaned, begged and pleaded for their big brother to make them cum.

Mum was waiting for us in the kitchen having cooked us breakfast. She couldn’t stop smiling as my sisters sat together at the table, remaining silent but the eyes that gazed at me would have told anyone exactly how they were feeling about me. After plates were placed down, Mum leaned down to give me a kiss.

“Thank you for giving them a night to remember,” she said softly.

“It was my pleasure, Mum. And I think we’re going to have a lot of fun in the future.”

Tara had my mother laughing later as Nicola was in her room studying, Mum pottering around the house like she always did. She walked into the living room to find me sitting back on the couch to the right with Tara lying sideways, her knees bent, ankles crossed, as her head bobbed up and down on my cock.

Mum knelt on the floor before me, Tara lifting her mouth from my cock for a second to catch her breath. “His cock is in my throat, Mummy,” she stated, “Want to see him explode?”

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“I think it’s obvious there’s going to be a difference. Nicola will be his wife and provide him with children. She’s the one who wants romance. Me? I’m going to be my big brother’s slut. He can fuck me anytime, anywhere, any hole. I want him to just own me completely. He can chain me to the bed, just using and abusing me if he wants. I’ll be his personal fucktoy. He might need a secretary at work. I’ll spend all day under his deck, sucking his cock and swallowing his cum.”

Mum stroked her hair before kissing her forehead. “You’ve got it bad, Tara.”

“I’d never do it for another man, Mum. For William, I’ll do absolutely anything.”

“Suck his cock, Tara. Make him cum and swallow his gift.”

“Yes, Mummy!”

Now that everything was out in the open, things did change around the house. Tara took to wearing very little clothing, and whenever she had time, she would happily masturbate wherever she found herself in the house, keeping herself turned on to be ready for me whenever I was keen. Nicola preferred our lovemaking to be a little more private, occasionally inviting Tara in to join us, though after that first night where I was with them together, it didn’t happen too often.

As for Mum, nothing changed except she knew I was now sleeping with my sisters, but she found herself enjoying the nights I was with Tara or Nicola, sharing our bed with the other. She found Nicola was affectionate but happy to just snuggle, whereas Tara… Even she would admit that she struggled with her attraction to her own mother. Mum suggested that my sister just masturbate to take the edge off, and admitted that watching her daughter getting herself off was erotic, but still didn’t change her mind about being with a woman.

Somehow, I don’t know how, but the relationship between the four of us worked and I don’t think any of us had ever been happier.

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Epilogue

Mum’s divorce from Brian breezed through the courts once she was allowed to apply. Though there was normally a division of assets, Mum kept the house while she signed over a high percentage of the savings account. I was making good money, Mum’s wage was decent enough, and my two sisters were already looking at highly-paid careers once they graduated. As for Brian, we’d already blocked all means of communication after I let him know that, to all of us, he was now considered persona non grata.

My relationship with my mother went from strength to strength. We were deeply in love, and I made sure to spend plenty of time in her company, in and out of the bedroom. We discussed children more than once, finally agreeing that she didn’t feel the urge to have more children as she’d already had three and I had options to have children with other women.

Tara was an incredibly open-minded young woman and hadn’t lied about how she wanted our relationship. She was eager to fuck constantly, and whenever she arrived home from either studying, work or just being out with friends, she’d strip naked and be ready for me at a moment’s notice. She loved it when I fucked her hard and fast, and when I got really rough with her, she’d cum so hard, we learned she squirted. When I took her arse for the first time, she wept with joy that I’d taken her last virginity.

As for Nicola, she was desperate for children, but in agreement with her mother and myself, she would remain in university to earn her degree, and then spend at least a year in employment before we started a family. She wasn’t happy as she wanted to start our family though she joked that we could still have lots of sex as practice for when we started.

The night after Mum’s divorce was granted, I cooked dinner for the family. I was always experimenting in the kitchen, taking the load off Mum, who had always cooked meals for the household. After we’d finished dessert, I escorted the three women in my life to the living room, sitting them on the couch before I disappeared to the bedroom for a couple of minutes.

Returning with three different shaped boxes, they understood what they were and all three hugged and started crying. Kneeling in front of Tara, she leaned forward to kiss me, raising a thumb to dry her cheeks. “I’ve got two things for you, Tara,” I told her, opening the box and hearing her gasp. “I know you’d love to wear a ring for me, but I’ve also got you a collar. We’re not master and slave, nor dom and sub, but it’s fair to say our relationship is different to those I share with Mum and our sister.”

“I’ll wear both for my big brother,” she whispered, holding out her left hand to slide on the ring, before she moved her hair out of the way so I could connect the collar, “I’m yours forever, William.”

After kissing her, I shuffled across to kneel in front of Nicola. After leaning forward to kiss me, I caressed her cheek and simply gazed into her eyes for a few seconds, appreciating her beauty. “We’re going to start a family soon, Nicola, and apart from the woman to either side of you, there’s no one else I’d rather be the mother of my children.”

“And you’ll be a wonderful father, William,” she replied softly.

Sliding the ring onto her finger, I kissed her again. “I have three wives, Nicola. All three of you are equal in my eyes and in my heart.” That made her nearly break down again. “We’re going to spend our lives together, raise our children together, and grow old together.”

“I love you so much,” she whispered before hugging me tightly.

Finally, there was my mother. We shared one hell of a passionate kiss before I leaned back enough to gaze into her eyes. “Brian is a fool, Mum. An absolute fool. I almost have to pinch myself that I’m here with you right now like this with my little sisters. All I can do is thank you for being so open-minded about them, but also for showing me all the love in your heart that you have for me.”

“You’re my husband and my son, and that’s the only thing that matters to me,” Mum said softly, leaving a soft kiss on my lips, “You’ve made my life complete in more ways than one. I can’t wait until you start a family with Nicola, and we can raise your children together.”

After sliding the ring onto her finger, we shared a group hug before I leaned back, gazing over the three women in my life who now held a piece of my heart each. Although we could never officially marry, and our relationships would never be accepted by the world at large, in that house we call home, the only thing that mattered was our love for each other.

The love of family.