~~~ The Proposition ~~~

I was standing on the front stoop of #24 Mulberry Street, holding a large pizza box, when the door opened to reveal a milf in a candy-apple red, form-fitting cocktail dress.

The lower hem of the eye-grabbing outfit went about halfway to her knees.

Her slender waist and long legs accentuated her lovely hips, which were not overly curvy, but told every male who saw her, "This is where babies are made."

She had on a pair of tan pumps that made her gazelle-like legs seem even longer - while not taking the viewer's eyes away from any of the more important parts.

The dress' top was strapless and sleeveless, which left her tanned arms and shoulders bare to the wandering eye - causing the mind to wonder if there were any tan-lines at all.

The full breasts, trapped within the tight bodice, looked like they were trying to escape.

Her dark brown hair had a little natural curl and hung down her back to her shoulder blades.

A thin gold chain, draped around her neck, enticed the eye to pause on her slender, scrumptious throat.

She wore no makeup; it was unnecessary.

Unlike so many, her eyebrows had not been manipulated into anything weird or unnatural.

She was, simply, beautiful.

I finished eye-fucking her gorgeous body and looked up at those intelligent brown eyes - which appeared to be waiting for my honest assessment.

You may ask yourself, "How do you know she's a MILF - just by looking at her?"

The answer, dear friends, is that - just two weeks ago - this absolute knockout was my high school Science teacher.

"Oh! Hello, Mrs. Williams. I've got your pizza here."

"Reggie! What a nice surprise!"

"Mom," Kasey groaned. "You specifically asked for him - by name - when you called in the order.."

"Hush," the woman told the teenager behind her, never looking away from me.

The girl - a younger version of the vision in front of me - was standing in the foyer.

This dazzling beauty was the woman's daughter - and my former classmate - Kasey.

Either of these women - could easily have served as the subject of a Luo Li Rong sculpture.

"So .. Reggie .. I have a personal question for you," the woman informed me.

"Um. Okay?"

My mind started analyzing this conversation - to figure out where we were going - and I had to reign my brain back in to focus on her words.

"Would you go out with me?"

I was tempted to look behind me - to see if somebody else had walked up. I hadn't heard anybody approach - and she had, specifically, said my name. She was, obviously, talking to me.

Was she really asking me out?

"On a date?"

"Yes.

Within nanoseconds, my brain analyzed all of the data I had available at this point.

So far, I had: hot MILF + me + some sort of activity that normally included only two people and had the possibility - however remote - of becoming intimate - but - at a minimum - meant walking around in public with the aforementioned MILF - likely giving me an excuse to hold her hand - and maybe even beg a kiss

"Um. Yes?"

"Just to be clear, I will have you come pick me up. We will go out for dinner - my treat. Afterwards, we'll come home, rent a movie, and end up in my bed for the night. In the morning, I will fix you breakfast and we may, or may not, have sex again before you go home."

Sex. I was sure that was the word. Pretty sure.

No. She had said it.

She'd suggested it when talking about her bed. Her. Bed. And then she had definitely said the word - and stated that there might be a repeat of the bed thing.

Not a bed thing where you lie there and read a book. Not sleeping. Not relaxing. Not talking about Science. Intercourse. Fucking.

She had said "sex" - and "again". Her bed. Sex. Me. Her. Sex.

Pretty sure I'm not confusing any of the details. I should still probably check though.

"You - and me?"

"Yes."

"In your bed?"

"Yes."

I stared at her in absolute disbelief.

She was still waiting for an answer.

"Just to confirm: The hottest teacher in school is going to feed me for free - and we might have sex once or twice?"

"Yes," she replied, a light grin curling the corner of her mouth and showing me dimples that I'd never realized she had.

"That's a hard 'yes', ma'am."

She grinned. I thought it might have been at the double-entendre with the word "hard" - but I didn't really care. She had said we would have sex - and she was smiling.

"Can Kasey watch?"

I, immediately, looked around at her daughter's face.

Kasey - hearing her name - and seeing my head spin her direction - cast her eyes to the tiled floor.

A couple of her teeth were worrying her lower lip.

She refused to look up at me.

Was she reluctant? Embarrassed? Afraid?

She hadn't run off.

She was waiting.

Waiting to hear my answer?

Sex with a total milf, while her hot daughter was in the room - and, possibly, watching?

"That would be her choice, but that's definitely not a problem for me."

"Splendid! Are you available next Friday - oh - and Saturday?"

At that moment, I had no clue if there was anything on my calendar.

Meeting with the President? Cancelled.

Ceremony for me to receive the Nobel Peace Prize? Fuck that noise.

"I am now."

"Good. How much do I owe you for the pizza?"

I looked down. There was a pizza in my hands.

Where did that come from?

I passed it over to the hot-ass teacher in the sexy dress and smiled.

"It's on me," I said. "See you next Friday!"

Mrs. Williams winked at me, and closed the door.

As I walked - well - actually - skipped - to the car, I could hear Kasey scolding her mother.

Kasey and I were two of the 87 kids that had graduated from Belmont High School two weeks ago.

Our senior class had three cheerleaders on the squad.

I'm probably a little biased but our three girls were hotter than all of the others put together - and Kasey was the hottest of them all.

Naturally-blonde hair - with just enough curl to hover between cute and hot, crystal-blue eyes, and a Baywatch body - she was a 10 on anybody's scale.

She had hardly talked to me during our four years together.

She was no prude - she didn't ignore me - nor I her - we just didn't operate in the same circles.

I was in the Computer Club; she was in the School Play. I was in Spanish; she was in French. I went to Scholastic Bowl practice; she went to Cheerleading practice.

Mrs. Williams was - as I had just told her to her face - absolutely, without question, THE hottest teacher at our school.

In the school yearbook, if there had been a category titled, "Teacher Most Jerked-Off-To by Students and Coworkers Alike", Mrs. Williams' picture would have appeared there - probably in that red dress.

Fuck!

Old man Jenkins, the janitor, disappeared into the mop closet - and locked the door for a half-hour - anytime he passed Mrs. Williams in the hall.

Word was that Mr. Sanderson - the principal - had been trying to cozy up to her ever since her husband passed away two years ago.

The people, I had talked to, claimed he'd even hit on her at the funeral.

Kasey absolutely hated the guy's guts - everybody knew that - so I had always kind of believed that rumor.

Mrs. Williams taught Biology, Physiology, and Anatomy.

She knew her shit. You were guaranteed to be ready for your college courses - if you survived her classes - but she didn't put up with any nonsense. She was as serious as Death itself.

Fuck around in her class and - if you were lucky - she'd just get pissed and send you to the principal's office. If you weren't lucky, she'd assign a paper to the whole class - due the next day - and, then, spend the rest of the period making you race to scribble down lecture notes before she erased the board and pushed on to the next chapter.

I had just been propositioned by Mrs. Doesn't-Fuck-Around herself!

I honestly couldn't tell you what happened the rest of the night.

Fridays are always big delivery nights - and I know - when I got home - I had a wad of cash in my pocket - but I had no recollection of how it got there - or anything else - after being told I was going to have sex with the world's hottest teacher - with the bonus possibility that her super-hot daughter might watch.

Holy. Fuck.

Needless to say, I didn't have to use much imagination while jerking off before I went to bed that night - or the next night - or the next.

I was enrolled in fall classes at the local community college - but didn't have any big plans for the summer.

Actually, my plan was to work as many hours as possible at Pop's Pizza, and save everything I could for a new laptop.

My desktop PC wasn't that old - but I was pretty sure I was going to want a portable - to be able to take it to classes with me.

If I got enough money to buy the laptop, and still had something left, the crap-mobile I was driving could really use some new tires.

Wednesday afternoon came, and I had a delivery down the street from Kasey's house.

I suddenly realized that I didn't know what time I was supposed to show up on Friday.

There was also a big chunk of my brain that wondered if Mrs. Williams had been drunk - or pranking me.

I decided that I'd better check.

I rang the bell and waited.

Kasey answered the door.

"Hey," I said, sheepishly.

"Hey," she responded, just as quietly.

"Um. So.. Friday..?" I started, nervously.

"It's okay," she gushed. "You don't have to. I'll tell her."

"What?! No! I.."

My eyes dropped. My brain went sideways. I looked back at her.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked.

She was back to staring at the floor again, biting that lip - so cute!

"Seriously," I said. "You say the word and I'll just go have sex with somebody else's mom Friday night."

Her eyes shot up to my face.

I grinned and winked.

Her tension evaporated, and she broke into a belly-laugh.

"Thanks .. thank you," she said. "I needed that. No. She's serious. You probably know that from having her in class. Fuck, this is so weird! .. but, no, she's been giddy all week."

"What time should I be here?"

"Oh. I think she expected you between five and six - she's not real picky about that part - more worried about later on."

"What time do you think?"

"Five. If you wait until six she'll start freaking out, thinking you're not coming."

"Okay."

I started to turn to leave.

"Hey?" she called.

"Yeah?"

"Are you seriously okay with me .. uh .. watching?"

"Other than me wondering if I can handle the pressure? No problem. Fuck. I'm so anxious about this that I probably won't even be able to get it up!"

I could feel my face flushing a little as I looked into her eyes.

"You know you have a huge hard-on right now, right?" she asked, grinning.

I looked down at the tent in my pants - which I hadn't even realized was there.

"Right.. Well. I MAY be looking forward to this a little."

"I should probably admit that I'm looking forward to it as well," she said, chuckling. "It's just harder for you to tell."

I looked down at her crotch which - obviously - didn't look like mine did but - as my eyes moved back up her body to her face - I noticed that her nipples (as tiny as they were) were rock-hard against the material of the T-shirt she was wearing.

My eyes lingered on those tiny, stiff teats a little too long.

22-calibre nipples, standing proudly, on top of those firm B-cup breasts .. almost C's ..

I suddenly realized I'd been staring, directly at her chest, for far longer than was socially acceptable.

I bit my lower lip and looked into her eyes.

"Hi," I said sheepishly.

She started laughing again.

"You should have been in Drama Club - that was very well done!"

I bowed with a flourish and said, "Why thank you, m'lady!"

She smothered a giggle and said, "I need to go but I'm .. er .. we .. we are .. looking forward to seeing you around five on Friday."

Not knowing how to finish my little act, I took her hand, kissed the back of it, and said, "Five on Friday - be still, my beating heart."

Halfway to the car, I yelled, "How should I dress?"

"Nothing fancy. A shirt and jeans should be fine, I think."

I waved my thanks.

In a repeat of Friday night, I finished the rest of my shift in a lust-induced fog.

My Wednesday night - and Thursday night - jerk-sessions were just as violent as the weekend's had been.

Thinking about Kasey's eyes on me - as I buried my prick in her willing-mother - was the stuff of fantasies.

Friday, I was up early - staring at the clock - which wasn't moving.

I'm pretty sure I showered three times.

Was the clock dead? No. The second hand was still moving .. slowly.

I was a wreck.

I had jerked off at least twice in the shower - but - as I drove to Kasey's house - I was already rock-hard again.

Why do I only see it as being HER house?

I had brought a duffle bag - with a change of clothes - but left it in the car so I wouldn't look like a dweeb.

~~~ The Revelation ~~~

The door opened and I stepped inside - to find Mrs. Williams in a sexy nightie - a red baby-doll that was nearly transparent - hiding behind the door - so that nobody outside (or across the street) could see her.

When this goddess had clothes on, she was gorgeous; when you could just make out her areolas - which were the size of silver dollars - through the material of the lingerie she was wearing ..

I just about jizzed.

She eased the door shut.

"I hope delivery is okay. I know I promised we'd go out but I can't wait any longer."

I raised my right hand to the side of my face - and clawed my fingernails into my cheek and ear hard - hard enough to make my eyes water.

"Reggie! What are you doing?!"

"Pinching myself," I replied, "to make sure I'm not dreaming."

Two motherly arms wrapped around me and drew my face in - to smother it between a pair of the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen in my life.

It felt like heaven. She smelled nice - and naughty - all at the same time.

My breath caught in my throat - and I must have passed out.

I woke up - lying on the couch - with my head on Mrs. Williams' lingerie-covered lap.

Kasey was sitting on a kitchen chair, next to us, fanning me gently.

When she saw my eyes open - and I looked over at her, she yelled at me, "You scared us to death! And you weigh a ton!"

"Okay, Kase! He's awake. Now can I fuck him?"

"Mom!"

"Kase! Baby! Mommy's SO horny. It's been two fucking years. I need a dick so bad!"

"Knock that shit off!" she growled, sternly.

I looked from daughter to mother (well, actually, I couldn't see her mom's face - my vision was filled with two gorgeous breasts) and back to the daughter.

"If it's all the same," I told my former classmate, "I'm not feeling that hungry right now."

Kasey stopped fanning me, and punched me in the arm.

"Yes!" Mrs. Williams yelled - as she bounced out from under me - and started unbuckling and unzipping my blue-jeans.

"Mom! At least take his shoes off first. For fuck's sake! Are you doing this right here?"

"Yes! I can't wait any longer. I'm so damned horny! I need him inside of me."

"Mom. He just passed out. You expect him to jump on top of you and start ramming his cock in? We don't even know if he's okay. Slow the hell down! Besides, you should probably start out on top - to give us time to see if he's alright - and time for him to get used to you. You're, seriously, a little too excited right now."

"Oh! Kase! You're probably right! Let me finish undressing him."

My shoes were yanked off - they went who-knows-where - and then my pants followed.

For an instant, she hesitated - looking at my tented briefs - I couldn't tell if she was savoring the moment - or having second thoughts - and then she whipped those to my knees and climbed onto the couch - to straddle my waist - without any further delay.

I briefly glanced to the floor - where the sexy negligee had been discarded - suddenly realizing that she had never been wearing panties.

"Oh! Yes.." she moaned, taking my dick into her hand, slowly starting to stroke it, apparently assessing the length and girth. "Momma needs a nice, strong cock. This cock will do nicely."

Kasey got up from where she'd been watching, grabbed the waistband of my underwear from where they were binding my knees, and pulled them the rest of the way off - throwing them on top of my jeans. Then she dug her phone out of her back pocket.

I completely lost track of what Kasey was doing when her mother - my former teacher - lined my stiffy up with her magnificent fuck-hole, and slid - so slowly - down onto me.

I looked into the eyes of the legendary Mrs. Williams as her quim swallowed my manhood.

Her weight settled onto my groin and I felt my balls brush against her ass.

I was - literally - balls-deep - inside of this woman!

The vagina - gently gripping my cock - flexing up and down the entire length of my penis - was unlike any I had experienced before.

The pussy I'd had before was scared and hesitant; this pussy was confident and powerful.

The other pussies had been cautious and uncertain; this pussy knew what it wanted and it knew how to get it.

"Mrs. Williams?"

"Yes, dear boy?"

"I love you."

"That's the cock talking," she chuckled, "but I'm okay with that. This old pussy has a reply for you."

I swear she never moved - her body didn't anyway - but it felt like four different people had grabbed my cock with their fingertips - and they were all massaging it at the same time - and somebody was teasing the bulbous head.

My eyes had to have been as big as saucers.

Mrs. Williams leaned forward, held my face in her hands, and kissed me like it was our wedding day.

She started slowly fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking..

I couldn't breathe.

Her lips were still locked onto mine, her pussy was dragging, grinding, gliding, sliding, pumping, pulsing, pulling, sucking, slurping, ..

Oh, shit!

"Mrs. Williams!"

My words were strained - there wasn't really enough air in my lungs to get them out - to warn her..!

Her mouth was still locked to mine - the words were trapped inside between us.

Her lips released mine, moved to my left ear, and she growled, "Do. It."

My balls erupted - like a water balloon - left too long on the garden hose.

I swear I whimpered as I felt my seed explode from my testes - race through my cock - and jet into her perfect pussy.

She was holding me tightly - my dick buried as deeply as it would reach inside of her incredible tension. The tip of my penis tingled as it just, barely, brushed up against the entrance to her womb.

I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life!

She waited until I was done, and then went back to riding me.

She wasn't as gentle this time - a little more needy - but it was still love-making, rather than fucking.

This was not going to be a one-night stand - I could already tell.

Her eyes, her body, her moans - she intended for this to be a regular occurrence.

My poor penis had just started to soften inside of her when she seemed to be getting close to cumming.

Her excitement rubbed off on me and my dick started hardening again.

Her love-making was turning into fucking; her groaning had turned to growling - and I was suddenly ready to answer the call.

I wrapped my arms around her thin waist, spun us sideways - and then continued rolling until her body was lying where mine had just been - and then I started pumping my cock in & out of her creamy cunt.

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned. "Breed me."

There is no way I should've been ready to go again that fast - except that my hot-ass MILF teacher was moaning and calling my name and begging me to knock her up.

I didn't know if she was on the pill or not - but I wasn't about to stop to ask. I'd already dumped one load of my seed inside of her and I intended to do everything in my power to impregnate this woman.

She'd been asking - begging - for it and I was damned-well going to do my best to make it happen.

I kissed her face, nibbling her lower lip. I gnawed on those beautiful breasts, licking around her big stiff nipples and sucking them into my mouth like a hungry infant. I bit her jawline, I nibbled her ear, and went back to kissing those beautiful lips again - as I fucked her pussy.

She lay there - the whole time - watching my eyes.

Her fingertips were digging into my ass-cheeks, pulling me closer.

She wasn't letting me go until one of us climaxed - I wasn't sure if it would be her or me.

At that point, it was a race.

I was close - so close again!

She was moaning - humming?

I thrusted and drove and pounded - and finally the detonator went off. I drove my cock in deep - reaching for her womb - and growled, "Fuckkkk!"

As she felt my second batch of baby-batter blast inside of her, she pulled my face down to hers, kissed me passionately once more - and I felt the entire length of her vagina clamp down tightly.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she hissed, "Yesssss!"

Long seconds passed before her body relaxed slightly.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pulled me to her generous chest. She held me there and whispered, "Thank you. You don't know how badly I've needed that."

I wrapped my arms around her, gave her a squeeze, licked her left nipple, and looked into those beautiful brown eyes.

"I really enjoyed our first date," I said, grinning. "I hope you won't think I'm being too forward - but I'd really like to ask you out again sometime. Could I steal a kiss before I have to say, 'Good night'?"

She looked at my face, and laughed so hard I thought her pussy would spit out my softening dick.

She glanced over at Kasey - who, I discovered, was still recording.

"So?" she asked her daughter.

"So what?"

"Is he a keeper?"

"Mom. I hardly think one good fuck is enough to make this kind of decision."

"Decision?" I asked.

Kasey looked at me, "Give us a minute."

Her eyes were serious - so I just nodded - with my cheek still resting between her mom's D-cup mammaries.

"Fine," Mrs. Williams told her. "You order while we're getting cleaned up and we'll talk about it."

"Delivery or drive-thru?"

"Drive-thru or eat-in - your pick."

"It's always better fresh .."

"Fine. We got an early start anyway. Reggie and I will go shower. Get us a table for three - for 30 minutes from now."

My former teacher looked into my eyes - and then looked back at her daughter.

"Make that 45 minutes."

"30," Kasey said. "I'm hungry and you already got off at least once - you can wait a little."

"Fine - but I have a lot of catching up to do."

"You know, it didn't have to be this way," Kasey taunted, grinning, "you could've just given into .."

"Say it!" her mom challenged, vehemently.

"Ugh! I can't," Kasey said, making a horrible face. "What a fucking creep! You know all those flowers were from him, right?"

"Can we not talk about Mr. Never Happening?" my former teacher asked. "I have a whole pussy full of the most beautiful spunk and you're doing this?"

"Sorry," Kasey said, her look reflecting her words. "You looked beautiful momma."

"Thanks, baby. It was really good."

"I kinda noticed," she said, grinning.

"Let me - us - shower real quick and we can talk on the way to dinner."

"After," Kasey demanded.

"Fine," her mother sighed.

Mrs. Williams and I lathered each other but - other than that - I enjoyed the chastest shower I've ever had with a person of the opposite sex.

We were done in 15 minutes, dressed in five more, and headed out of the drive - in my car - since it had been blocking theirs.

Mrs. Williams rode next to me - with her hand on my lap - while Kasey sat on the other side of her mother.

My car was old enough to have a bench seat in the front - instead of bucket seats. Whoever had decided that society needed a console between the driver and the passenger had obviously never had a hot female sitting - snuggled up against their side - while driving down the road.

One of my teacher's feet (and lovely long legs) was on my side of the hump in the floorboard - but - I was okay with that - very okay with that.

Mrs. Williams spent most of the trip to the Chinese place stroking the inside of my pant leg.

Kasey looked over now and then, shaking her head a little, but stayed quiet.

We ordered, chatted, stuffed ourselves, and then grabbed the fortune cookies.

As we read our fortunes to each other, we added the obligatory ".. in bed" to the end.

Mine was: "You will make someone's day .. in bed."

We laughed.

Mrs. Williams was: "Be ready for a new experience .. in bed."

She cooed.

Kasey's was: "The past cannot harm you .. in bed."

She looked pensive but nodded.

Mrs. Williams stayed quiet but squeezed Kasey's hand; under the table, her other hand squeezed my dick.

I stuffed the last Crab Rangoon in my mouth as we stood to leave.

Mrs. Williams leaned in and tried to nibble my lips - like she wanted to share it.

Kasey just shook her head - but took her mom's hand in hers as we headed to the door.

Since I was holding her other one, I'm sure the two of us looked odd "escorting" her mother to the car.

I opened the passenger door and Mrs. Williams shoved Kasey in first.

I let them both climb in, and then closed the door.

When I slid behind the wheel, I leaned into Kasey a little, to put on my seatbelt.

I looked into her eyes and said, "Hi."

She bit her lip again. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"I don't mean to scare you but every time you do that, I have this overwhelming urge to kiss you right in the spot where you're nibbling."

She stopped - looked me dead in the eye - and did it again.

I placed my thumb and the forefinger of my right hand under her chin, holding her gently, leaned into her, and said, "You are so beautiful it hurts."

I kissed her softly - just a little peck - at the point where her top teeth were biting on her lower lip.

I looked up, into her eyes, and felt like my soul was sucked into the void.

I cleared my throat, turned back to face the front, and started the car.

As I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for their house, Kasey laid her left arm across the seat, behind me, and lay her head on my right shoulder.

I looked over to see that her mother was holding her right hand.

None of us said a word - all the way back to the house.

We walked into the living room - but - I wasn't sure what was next, so I slowed down to follow their lead.

Kasey returned to her seat at the little four-person dinette.

Her mother and I sat on the couch - holding hands - sitting in the same spot where we'd fucked just an hour or so before.

"Kasey?" her mom started.

"Wait," she replied, solemnly , holding up a finger.

Mrs. Williams nodded.

Kasey looked from her mother - over to me.

~~~ The Rules ~~~

"Over the last year or so, mom and I have talked about our options. This experiment is the culmination of numerous brainstorming sessions.

Neither of us is certain that this will end up being the ultimate solution - but it's the closest we can work out at this time.

Part of the impetus for this approach was when mom and I were watching the 'Sister Wives' TV series.

I argued that the entire idea was ludicrous; mom countered that - if two or more females could come up with the correct set of ground-rules - they could make the relationship work.

So here we are. "

"Where is here?" I asked.

"I need to start with a little history lesson first," she stated.

"Okay," I agreed.

"Both of my parents were experienced lovers by the time they graduated high school.

In college, they were even more casual with their relationships. However, the day the two of them met, that all changed. Dad told me that he saw mom walk in the front door of his frat-house - for their regular weekend drinking party - and he couldn't stop staring at her. Within minutes, he had forced his way through the crowd, introduced himself, and pledged his undying love. Mom was intrigued but didn't know him - so promised him nothing - except to agree to start dating.

From that night forward, all other love-interests were pushed to the side. For mom, it was the logical thing to do - to give the experiment a true clean-room environment. For dad, it was his only chance to prove that his love was true.

Like any normal person would, mom started falling in love with this strange man who told her she was the center of the universe - and treated her like a goddess.

They were married six months later. Neither set of parents approved, thinking the relationship was doomed to fail. The ceremony was performed at the hall where the college's Christian Fellowship of Athletes held their meetings - by the resident minister. A handful of friends were the only witnesses.

Over time, mom's parents realized that the relationship was real - and gave mom & dad their blessing. Grandma Williams was, as is her nature, resolute. Grandpa, as you have probably already realized, has no self-will.

Grandma has never believed that mom was good enough for her son. To this day, she persists in treating my mother like she's some kind of cheap whore."

I glanced over at Mrs. Williams - who had turned many a clueless student into a success - by teaching them the value of learning for themselves.

"My parents finished their degrees. Mom completed her certifications and both of them started applying for jobs.

As most new graduates - and newlywed couples do - they struggled. Each time there was a need, Grandma Williams made sure she was there - with cash in hand - but - always - with strings attached.

When mom got pregnant with me, things, of course, got tighter - and grandma collected more IOUs."

I shook my head.

"Sixteen years later, when my dad passed away, Grandma Williams was more concerned about making sure her foot was squarely placed on my mother's neck than she was about grieving for her son.

Dad's will states that his estate will only continue to pay his portion of the bills as long as Grandma Williams signs-off on it.

Grandma has already promised that - the moment she finds out mom is dating - dad's money is gone."

"That's .." I began.

"Oh, it gets worse .." she declared.

I just waited.

"Grandma's tentacles don't just wrap around mom; they bind me as well.

Mom & dad had set up a savings plan to pay for my college but that money is under grandma's control as well.

I was only allowed to apply to the colleges and universities that grandma approved. I had to pick the cheapest one, regardless of any other criteria.

For the first two years, I will be attending the community college - here in town - and living at home - so that I'm not taking any more of Grandma's money than necessary.

After that, I will attend Eastern State - just down the road - and continue to live in this house."

I nodded.

"I really want to keep cheering in college. I can't do my classes - and cheer - and hold a job that would pay for everything I need.

Mom's job pays enough for her to get by - but not well enough to do that - and cover college.

Even if you can't see the bars on the windows - or the locks on the doors - we live in grandma's prison - and will continue to do so for the next four years.

Once I have my degree, we're cut off. Grandma tells me that I have five years, tops, to graduate."

"Wow," I said, shaking my head again.

She nodded.

"So - Sister Wives - the solution mom & I came up with was - to find an acceptable guy - and share him.

We needed a male - appropriately aged to pretend to be my suitor - so I created a spreadsheet, added the names of every person who I considered to be a realistic possibility.

We created a rubric and scored each of the potential candidates.

You scored the highest - so - here you are."

"A spreadsheet?" I asked, incredulously.

She nodded, her expression as serious as a heart-attack.

"Assuming you are willing, you and I will date for the next four years.

Grandma's spies will report that you visit me often.

Obviously, you will only visit when I am here."

I nodded.

"Again, assuming this works for you, mom will use you to take care of her sexual needs."

"So far, so good," I chuckled, glancing at my former teacher and back again.

Kasey gave a nervous laugh.

"At this time, I am still a virgin. Mom has, repeatedly, told me that she thinks I'm a little too old-fashioned in my approach to relationships.

Call it what you will, I want what mom & dad had - and I want it on my own terms.

Grandma seems to control everything else in our lives; this is one thing I control.

Part of the criteria I included in the spreadsheet was my calculation for the possibility of finding someone that I believed I could spend the rest of my life with.

Again, here you are."

She appeared to have a little more to say - so I just waited.

"I will not have sex with you - or any other man - until our wedding night.

You are free to fuck my mother - with no guilt from me - for the next four years.

I am interested in seeing if we're right for each other - but that is up to you as well.

Any questions?"

"You picked me?"

"The data did."

".. and you're okay with that?"

"You're here, aren't you" she asked, the right edge of her lip curling up a little."

I nodded, finding all of this a little difficult to process.

"The video ..?"

"As you have just learned, my mother has had to live under the constant malignant scrutiny of my paternal grandmother for nearly half of her life.

When she and I started talking over the details of this arrangement, I saw my mother's eyes light up with the first glimmer of hope since my dad passed away.

My father would have never forced my mother to give up sex. They committed their lives - and love - to each other and kept their wedding vows throughout their time together.

My mother deserves to be free to love and be loved - again - and to fuck if & when she feels like it.

She's been looking forward to her time with you since before you even agreed to participate in this experiment.

That video is for her - so she can remember what freedom looks like."

I reached over and squeezed Mrs. Williams' fingers.

"I gotta say, this is the weirdest conversation I thought I'd never have," I said. "I am concerned that it looks like you're trapped into having a relationship with me - just so that your mother can taste the freedoms that every other person already enjoys."

"Your analytical mind is part of what bumped your score above the others - that - and the fact that you never fucked around in school."

"I had three different girlfriends .."

"Who left you, regretted their decisions almost immediately, and tried to come back to you."

"Geez. How much data do you have?"

"My mom teaches Scientific Method .."

"Gotcha."

".. and you - never - not once - made a statement to anybody else about what happened in those relationships - even when they were throwing around all sorts of crap about you."

I knew which girl she was referring to.

"She was a slut. I never even fucked her. I think that was what made her the angriest. She was in such a hurry to have sex that I started seeing red-flags - so I just threw the brakes on the relationship."

"You were together less than a week."

"Yup."

"She spewed venom about you across the next three boyfriends - I'm not even sure she remembers dating them."

"Nick - from my Pascal class - was one of those three. She had him drive her to the city park. He said she held her hands over his face, so she wouldn't have to look at him, fucked him until she got off, and flagged down a passing car to hitchhike home. He was still pulling his pants up - climbing out of the backseat of the car - trying to figure out what happened - when she disappeared. He said she was fucking him so hard that he couldn't even get turned on - and two minutes later, she was gone."

"You cared about him?"

"He was always straight with me. He didn't deserve that - but nobody else had ever paid him any attention - so he jumped when she offered. I should probably get him a hooker when he turns 18 - so he can at least have one positive sexual experience."

"He's not 18? I thought he was in our class!"

"He is - was - he's just got a summer birthday."

She gnawed on that lip again.

I got up from the couch, squatted down in front of her, and kissed that same spot.

"So .. you seeing anyone?" I asked her.

She giggled.

I held out my right hand - and she placed hers in it. I brought it to my lips - kissed the back of it - looked into her eyes - and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. You are smart, you are sexy, you are talented, you are strong - and I would like the chance to get to know you better."

She took my hands in hers and said, "I would like that."

"Speaking of fucking," Mrs. Williams called out.

I glanced, behind me, at my former teacher - and back to the young woman holding my hands.

"She's insatiable," Kasey said, rolling her eyes.

"Gotta keep my possible future mother-in-law happy, though, am I right?" I said, with an evil grin.

Her face got a little clouded - but she nodded.

"Hey," I said, pulling her chin up - so I could see her eyes, "I'm serious about getting to know you. Your mom is a terrific fuck - and a total hottie - but - if - I'm understanding what you're saying - this only works if you and I mesh, right?"

Kasey nodded, "Which is why she's anxious to fuck you again - because she's worried about how long it'll be before I find Mr. Right - and regardless of how she's acting like a total slut right now - she's terrified that Grandma will see through this whole sham and fuck us all."

"Grandma has spies?" I asked.

"She's suborned at least one neighbor and we believe she hired a private investigator. I don't know if you've looked around - but all of the curtains and blinds are closed - nobody will ever know what happened in here but the three of us - and - regardless of how you and I end up - mom needed this."

I did look around - and then back into those gorgeous eyes - those deadly serious eyes.

"Listen," I said. "I need to take care of an elderly friend of mine - but maybe I could stop and see you later and we could just talk?"

I leaned in and kissed her bottom lip again.

As I leaned back again, Kasey nodded at me, smiling a little.

"Elderly?!"

Kasey grinned and we looked over at her mother - as she was getting up off of the couch.

"Come with me, child, and I'll show you what this old hag is capable of. Let's go violate my marriage bed."

"Don't forget to shut down the laptop first," Kasey called to her mother, as I stood, "in case Grandma has figured out how to hijack it."

I had started to follow Mrs. Williams but turned back to look at Kasey - who was nodding - as she shooed me off to follow her mother.

"When she's done with you, I'll be down here, reading. Come visit for a while."

"As you wish .." I said.

She smirked, "Be careful, Dread Pirate Roberts .. She killed my father. Prepare to die!"

My head spun back to her - to see if she was being serious - but her mother grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs.

Kasey sat there, cackling with laughter, at the scared look on my face.

~~~ Round Two ~~~

Mrs. Williams and I entered the dark room - lit only by the nightlight in the bathroom.

My lover closed the screen on the laptop computer, left a trail of clothing on her way to the bed, pulled back the covers and laid down with arms open for me.

I discarded my clothing and joined her.

She threw the covers over us and wrapped me in her arms.

"It is not my intention to coach you - because Kasey will know I've interfered with her experiment - but your answers, so far, have been spot-on. Just keep being yourself."

".. and with you?"

"Keep fucking the shit out of me and making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"You are gorgeous."

".. and you have the tongue of a devil - who smells of sex."

"I could be happy just BEING with you," I told her, "even if we never have sex again."

"You are such a suck-ass. We'll see how you talk after you're done sucking my ass."

I raised my eyebrows at her.

She pulled me closer and gave me another scorching kiss.

"You miss him."

"I do - but only some of that kiss is for him - most of it is for the little devil who filled me with sperm twice already today - and who will - hopefully - do it again a couple more times before I send him home."

"Must I leave?"

"Ha! Silvertongue. Yes. As you said, you and Kasey need to date and decide - but .."

".. but?"

".. but - when you bring her home from the date - I need to make sure you haven't cheated on me - so I get to check the goods."

"Ah!"

"Now climb up here and give me the goods."

"Missionary?"

"Let's start with 69. I want to see how good you really are with that tongue of yours, you little devil."

In the end, there were a few tricks that I needed to learn.

Mrs. Williams was a patient teacher - and - when I responded well to instruction - she was a faithful rewarder of diligence.

Her final reward - once I had elicited an orgasm from her - was to deep-throat my cock - which resulted in me delivering rope after rope of spunk directly into her stomach.

I seriously don't know how she shuts off her gag-reflex - but that was like something I'd only ever seen in porn videos.

When she kissed me on the mouth - afterwards - I couldn't even taste my junk on her tongue - it had never even been in her mouth.

We talked and shared stories while she stroked me back to hardness again.

In the soft glow of the bathroom night-light, I watched as my former Science teacher's sexy body hung - suspended - above my own - as she slotted the head of my dick at the entrance to her sacred place.

"Your husband was a lucky man - and smart, apparently," I told her. "Thank you for giving me the chance to show you that I'm worth the risk - and for sharing your gorgeous and talented body with me."

"Who says I'm not just using you as a living dildo."

She looked into my eyes as we became one. Those intelligent eyes seemed to be searching inside me. I thought they might have misted over a bit before she laid her head on my shoulder and started slowly riding my cock.

"I am - obviously - fine with that," I said. "Having heard at least some of your story, I don't believe this is quite as casual as you're intimating. I want you to know that I'm humbled by the trust you've placed in me and I'm committed to helping you through this tight place - and building a relationship with both you and your daughter."

"Tight place, huh?" she snickered.

She raised her head up to look at my face again.

"The tightest."

"Not old and tired?"

"Snug & cozy - challenging & invigorating .."

"Naughty - or nice?" she asked, grinning wickedly.

"Naughty in the nicest way."

I leaned up, begging for a kiss - which she granted.

"I wish I could SnapChat you - riding my cock - every man I know would be jealous .."

".. but you won't?"

"Kasey's right. I don't kiss & tell. I don't like it done to me; I refuse to do it to others."

She smiled and gave me a kiss that was definitely worth keeping to myself.

"Besides," I said, "I don't want anybody else to know you're available. Maybe I'm just selfish. Honestly, It amazes me that other people talk about their relationships so carelessly. Maybe they do care - but their actions don't reflect it."

"You're a little more clinical about it, I think. That's probably why you scored so high."

I grabbed her hips, beginning to take an active role in the lovemaking.

"I definitely scored," I said, grinning.

She snickered - and then closed her eyes - as I groped her soft hips & ass - speeding up my thrusting - meeting her body half-way - as she slid my fuck-rod in & out of her gripping channel - again & again.

I took her face in my hands and leaned up for another kiss. Her lips were as beautiful as the rest of her.

Her eyes were still closed - lost in the love-making - so I did my best to make love to every part of her body that I could reach.

I brushed the backs of my fingernails across her collarbone and she shivered and growled, "That tickles! Don't do that."

She lost her stride for a moment - but quickly went back to rhythmically riding me.

She had complained - but it seemed like her nipples had stiffened even more with the teasing.

I ran the palm of my hands around the outside of those glorious breasts - so full of life.

They swung - forward & backward - again & again - as our bodies met & retreated, met & retreated - it was hypnotizing.

I cupped one luscious globe - and then the other - bringing the stiff nipples to my lips.

I struggled to keep them there - as she continued riding my cock - and I repeatedly pistoned my hips up to greet her - but I was eager to taste her mommy-bits.

Her nipples were nearly the size of my thumb - centered in dark, silver-dollar-sized areolas.

I nibbled my way around each areola - corralling each nipple - herding it - trapping it - before pulling the stiff bud into my mouth with my lip and tongue.

She moaned as I latched onto each one - drawing it in - sucking hard - to see if I could get anything to come out.

I gave it a quick tug - with my upper teeth and my tongue - before switching to the other breast - to give the twin the same attention.

I moved my hands to her rib-cage.

She flinched a little - worried that I was going to tickle her, I think.

I gripped & grabbed - massaged & groped - moving my hands, slowly, back towards her hips - her ass - her upper thighs - and her ass again.

I was primed - ready to blow.

She had shuddered through one decent orgasm - as I'd groped her ass - and seemed to be getting close to a second.

I held tightly onto her splendid posterior, increasing the impact at the end of each stroke.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she chanted, with each forceful collision.

"You are so - fucking - beautiful," I told her. "I want to knock you up so bad."

"Badly," she attempted to correct me.

"Very bad," I taunted, grinning.

"Yes, you are," she groaned - and then ordered, "Do it."

"Cumming.." I moaned, as my testes fired for the hundredth time that day.

She stopped riding me and settled her pussy fully onto my engorged seed-spitter - giving me the best possibility of breeding her.

I gripped her ass tightly in my hands, pinning her on top of me, and mentally commanded my spermatozoa to find that egg.

When my mommy-maker had finished firing, I released her ass, moved my arms up - around her shoulders - and pulled her into a hug.

She tucked her hands in, behind mine, and relaxed, snuggling into my embrace.

"Mrs. Williams?" I asked.

"Mmm?" she mumbled.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for the final exam. Do you think you could give me a few more practice exercises?" I asked the top of her head.

"I'll see what I can come up with," she said, grinning into my chest.

She had, practically, ordered me to breed her - but I had to ask.

"Are you on the ..?"

"Kasey's father and I never used protection. She was the only product of years of fucking. We never got tested. I don't know if it was him - or me. If you knock me up, I will be happy. I will be poor and homeless - but I will be unrepentantly happy. Do your best to fuck a baby into me. I am freer than I've been in years and even my bitter-ass mother-in-law can't rob me of the joy I would have, knowing your child was growing inside of me."

"You deserve to be happy and I will do everything I can to be part of that smile that makes you even more beautiful than you already are."

"You are such a suck-ass - but you fuck good - so I think I'll keep you around. Speaking of which, you should probably go spend some time seeing if you can convince my daughter to be your girlfriend."

"Yes, mother."

"Mrs. Williams. At least until you and Kasey are married - then we'll see."

"Yes, moth.. Yes, Mrs. Williams."

"Devil-spawn."

"Moi?" I said, dramatically.

"You had Spanish - not French - don't try that shit on me - go play nice with Kasey."

"Yes, ma'am."

"When she's done with you, come keep me warm for the rest of the night."

"Yes, Dear."

She cleared her throat.

"Yes, Mrs. Williams."

"That's better, Reggie. Now be a good boy and be a good boy."

I gave her a quick kiss - which lit up her face again - and then extricated myself from my lover's bed.

I got dressed, thinking about the craziness of the last week - culminating with the crazier revelations - and crazy-amazing sex.

Back downstairs again, Kasey and I chatted as if we were between classes - sitting in the school library - and not as if I'd just sucked (and fucked) her mother - at the other end of the house.

"Pick me up at five next Friday. Surprise me about dinner and something fun to do - then we'll come back here so Mother can make sure that I haven't soiled myself by giving you my virginity."

I nodded.

"Unless you have other plans, she'll probably keep you here for a 'nightcap' and release you after breakfast in the morning."

"Okay."

"We'll play this, week by week, and see how it goes."

"Okay."

"I will tell you that I am totally committed to finding the right guy before I take this relationship farther but that - once we've crossed that threshold - we'll be moving into territory that none of us have experienced before - although you are getting a little taste of it now."

"Let's worry about us first."

"That's easy for you to say - you've cum three or four times today. I've been waiting for 18 years."

"If your mother was that crazy after two years - I'm not sure I want to be around to see what you do after 18 .."

"Really?!" she accused.

"I'm lying. I totally want to watch."

"Watch?!" she growled.

"Scratch and sniff?" I said, grinning.

"EW!"

"Suck and fuck?"

"You're getting warmer .." she said - still not letting the smile she was hiding take over her face.

"I told you before - and I wasn't lying - I think you are super-special and I'm just happy to be Bachelor #1. I'm just praying I don't fuck this up."

"You are such a fucking dweeb! Go keep my mother warm and I'll see you at breakfast."

"Kase?"

"Yeah?"

"If your mother gets pregnant ..?"

She stopped what she was doing and looked at me.

"If it happens, it happens."

"Would you be ..?"

"Mom would be delirious. How could I not be happy for her?"

"How would it make you feel about us?"

She was pensive for a little while.

"This is really a question for when we get to the next phase but let's just say that I think I'd be okay with it."

"I can use protection, if .."

"No."

I looked into those eyes - as bright blue as the Caribbean Ocean.

"I will do whatever you want me to," I told her, seriously.

"I want my mother to be happy. She IS happy. I want her to continue to be happy. You realize you're fucking me into a corner here, right?"

"I'll stop," I said, checking her eyes, again, for a sign.

"No. You will not," she ordered.

I stayed quiet but focused on her words - spoken and unspoken.

"We will get to know each other - and see what there is between us. Meanwhile, you will do your best to knock my mother up."

"This is the weirdest fucking conversation I've ever heard of."

"You haven't met Grandma Williams. Hmm. There's an interesting idea .."

I shuddered at the look on her face.

She nodded, "Be afraid, Will Robinson. Be very afraid. Now - go snuggle with my mother."

"As you wish .."

She laughed and shooed me off to her mother's bed - and arms.

It's a tough job - but somebody's gotta do it.

~~~ Breakfast ~~~

I woke up in a cozy bed - in a room filled with daylight - obviously not my game-cave.

I was not alone.

I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Williams looking at my face, smiling.

"You hungry, handsome?"

"That's not the question I was hoping for," I teased, crooking an eyebrow at her, "but yes."

She started laughing - and threw the covers back to roll out of her fluffy, pillow-top bed.

I watched my sexy lover as she struggled to capture those massive mammaries - and corral them into the sports bra she'd grabbed.

She noticed me noticing.

When she bent over - to pull on the matching panties - she turned away from me, bent forward farther than was required, stepped into the leg-holes - revealing a glorious gap for me to admire - and then, slow as molasses, she slid the tight garment up her long, luxurious legs - shimmying her hips to tug them into place - finally hiding her cute kooch within.

She turned, looked me in the eyes, and bit her lower lip.

Now I knew where Kasey got that shit from.

"When I wake up from this dream, I'm going to be so, fucking, disappointed," I said. "I hope, at least, that I'm covered head-to-toe in jizz."

My former Science teacher - the Goddess of Belmont High School - started snort-laughing.

I was trying to focus on her bouncing breasts but the snorting got me - and I started laughing as well.

She put on a fluffy robe, walked around to "my side" of the bed, and threw the covers off of me - looking down at my naked body - and morning wood - that had just been bolstered by her little show.

She held out her hand, "Come, dear boy."

I took it, replying, "Yes, Beloved."

Downstairs, Kasey was sitting at the dining room table with her tablet and an empty cereal bowl.

Mrs. Williams brought the jug of milk and a couple boxes of cereal from the kitchen.

I went in search of the bowls & spoons - with a little guidance from Kasey.

As we finished our brief meal, I looked across the table, at my curvaceous lover, and raised a lusty eyebrow - checking to see if she was ready for Round 3.

"I think I need to stop before I overdo it any more - my pussy's a little sore - thanks to you."

Kasey looked up from her device, "Serves you right, acting the slut all night long!"

Her mom looked over at her - and then her mind, obviously, went sideways.

"Sorry, mom," Kasey apologized, watching her face. "I sound like grandma."

"First of all, no, you don't. Second of all, you're not wrong - and I enjoyed every minute of it," she said, briefly looking over at me to deliver that message. "I got a little carried away - trying to catch up. You just caught me off-guard and I wonder what your father would say."

"Daddy would say that you've been punished enough. 'Where's my goddess? I must supplicate.'"

Mrs. Williams started laughing, "You almost sounded like him." Her face grew a little sad. "God, I miss him!"

"Did you feel worshipped - last night," Kasey inquired, "with your twat full of Reggie's 'offering'?"

"I did," her mother admitted, replaying something in her head and smiling.

"I guarantee you - if daddy was watching from Heaven last night - he was happy for you."

"Thank you, baby. Have I told you that you're my favorite daughter?"

"Once or twice - but I won't stop you, if you want to tell me again."

Mrs. Williams got up, walked around the table, and wrapped Kasey in a hug.

"I'm not pushing you to escalate your time-table - or shortcut your analysis - but I'm seriously going to do my best to fuck your boyfriend to death before you decide you're ready for that cock of his.

"TMI, mom."

"Your father was definitely more experienced but.."

"Mother.." she growled.

Laughing, her mother said, "You know you're beautiful when your freckles all turn pink, right?"

Shaking her head in frustration, Kasey said, "If you're finished embarrassing me, I think I'll walk my boyfriend to his car."

Mrs. Williams stepped over to me, pulled my face up for a soft, sensuous kiss, and then wrapped me in a hug - squeezing my body in between my favorite twins.

She pulled back to look in my eyes, and said, "Thank you - for everything - agreeing to this crazy idea, the sex, the laughs, the sex,.."

"Mother.." Kasey warned.

The hot cheerleader - in a rose-colored, silk pajama shirt & shorts set that hid way too much - stood and extended her hand for me to take. I joined her and took the proffered hand - interlacing my fingers into hers.

On the way outside, she suggested we chat in the car - so I let her in the passenger side and went around, climbing in to join her.

"Are you busy Friday night?" I asked mischievously.

She nibbled that lower lip again - so - of course - I kissed it.

"If you're like the other guys I dated," she began, "you will quickly become tired of my frigidity."

"Frigid? Because you're not ready to fuck? You've already got me, sitting here, salivating, waiting for your little lip-nibble Pavlov's Bell.. just so I have an excuse to kiss you."

Her soft giggle was intoxicating.

".. and I hate to mention my other lovers - but I'm pretty sure any blue-balls you manage to give me - will be graciously evacuated by your nymphomaniac mother."

She laughed this time.

"She might actually only fuck you twice next week - I was really surprised when she didn't want to go another round this morning. She and daddy weren't very quiet with their love-making and the sound carries in that house late at night."

I nodded.

"Would you think I was weird if I admitted to rubbing myself, listening to them?"

"Well, I kind of wondered how you were.. um.. taking care of business. That makes more sense, kind of."

"You don't think it's weird?"

"Most guys I know are turned on by every one of their five senses - and jerk off more than once a day. I don't know that many girls but you don't seem abnormal to me."

"I really like you. I hope this works out."

"I've already told you I think every part of you is hot - including your oversized cranium - but I can repeat it if you need to hear it again."

She nibbled that lip once more.

"Seriously? You keep this shit up and you'll be riding my cock within days," I teased, as I sat back up from delivering her requested kiss.

"I will, huh?"

"Yup."

"Pretty cocky."

"Very cocky. Very cocky up your koochie."

She laughed, "You're horrible."

"You're beautiful. Can I kiss you?"

She nibbled the lip again.

I turned sideways in my seat, took her face in my palms, and looked into those crystal-blue eyes.

"You give my brain a hard-on."

She started laughing, "That's the dumbest.."

I silenced her with a kiss.

I simply pressed my lips to hers and waited for her to quit trying to talk past the contact.

When she relaxed, I kissed her - trying to pour all of my feelings into it. No tongue. No games. No dramatics. Just 'I love you' as a kiss.

I finally ended it - but still held her face - watching to see if she approved.

"That was nice," she admitted. "I guarantee it'll be at least a month before you see my pussy - and you're still a dork - but that was nice."

"I'm a very patient man. Methodical even."

"Man?"

"I'll let you decide, when you're ready."

She giggled.

I released her face.

"You definitely like to play with my head, don't you?" she grinned.

I opened my mouth to spin her words back as a double-entendre..

"Don't even!" she laughed, throwing the palm of her hand onto my face & mouth to stop what she knew was coming.

I just laughed into her hand.

When she dropped it - but took my hand in hers - I asked, "So, can I see you Friday night?"

"Is four too early?" she asked, grinning.

"I'll make it work," I replied.

"Okay. Pick me up at four. Take me to do something fun - then we'll go to dinner - then we'll come home and 'Netflix & chill'," she said, smirking.

"Food?"

"Surprise me."

"No help. Fine. You want a surprise.."

"Nothing living!" she countered.

"Damn! Foiled again!" I said, dramatically.

She didn't take the bait but smirked.

"If you leave the parameters wide-open, it's hard to say what you might get.." I offered.

"I'll chance it," she said, grinning.

I held my thumb & forefinger to my chin, and crinkled an eyebrow, as if I were plotting.

She ignored my play-acting.

"Something fun? Any specifics or constraints for that part of the evening?" I asked.

"Not really?"

"Putt-putt?"

"Less competitive - more mentally stimulating.."

"Hmm, okay. I'll have to work on that. Do I get bonus points for creativity?"

She laughed - but gave me a quick peck on the lips - before releasing my hand, scooting to the door.

"See you Friday at four," she said, climbing out.

As she headed into the garage, she turned to look at me. I blew her a kiss.

She returned one of her own.

I pinched my arm - just to check - and then started the car, backed out, waved at the neighbor working on her flowers, and headed home.

~~~ The Inquisition ~~~

Sunday night, I got a text from a former classmate, "You seeing anyone?"

I responded with, "Yes."

"Who?"

I texted Kasey.

She informed me that she'd already gotten tagged by a different classmate - who had asked her if she was going to be busy Friday night.

Based on who the two people were, she quickly figured out that it was Grandma Williams, and her card-playing cronies, collaborating to nose around for information.

We each blocked the people who had texted us.

Wednesday night, I got to work and my boss laughed when he saw me.

"You're going to have a special delivery tonight."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Some old lady called for you on Monday night."

"We're not open on Mondays," I laughed.

"She didn't realize she was on voicemail and was trying to get us to send you to her house with a pizza."

"What address?" I asked.

Mack grabbed a piece of paper and rattled it off.

"She called back, again, last night and I told her you didn't come in until tonight. Who is it?"

I'd just finished Googling the address.

"My girlfriend's grandmother."

"Dude! You're fucked. Anybody trying that hard to track your ass down.."

"Do I make the delivery - or go home sick?"

He thought for a minute.

I realized calling off would just be a stall-tactic and wouldn't work.

"You still have those smart-glasses - those GoPro goggle things you were trying out?"

"Yeah. At home."

"Run and grab 'em. I'll ride shotgun when you take the pizza. Hit record when you get out of the car and chat the old bag up and see what she spills. Give me a hand-signal if I need to rescue you."

I looked at his face and he was dead-serious - so I headed back out to my car, ran home, grabbed the glasses from my shelf, and cruised back to Pop's - still on time for my shift.

Two hours later, I was hurrying back from a delivery run when he met me at the door, grinning, with a pizza in his hands, "It's time."

My hands were sweating, as I drove to the address. I wiped them on my pants.

"Dude. How bad is this bitch?"

"Kasey says she's Hitler."

"Just play it cool. I want to see this video."

We pulled in front of the house. I hopped out, walked around the car - hitting record on the glasses - and took the pizza from Mack.

I knocked on the door. I could hear footsteps - not shuffling - so she wasn't that old.

The door opened.

"Pop's Pizza delivery," I said, falling into my usual speech.

"Are you Reginald Mitchell?"

I gave her a dramatic pause.

"Yes?"

"Are you dating my granddaughter, Kasey Williams?"

"I don't kiss & tell, ma'am," I said, giving away nothing.

"Yes or no?"

"If you want to know who your granddaughter is dating, you might want to pick somebody closer to the source, ma'am."

"I didn't ask for smart-mouth."

"I'm delivering a pizza, ma'am. That'll be $22.50, please."

"I don't want the pizza. It's not what I ordered. I'm cancelling the order."

I turned back to the car.

"Call the cops. We got a stiffy."

Mack stuck his thumb in the air and got on his phone.

"What?! What are you doing?"

"Standard procedure, ma'am. Happens a lot. The cops even gave us a special number to call. That's my boss in the car. His name is Mack. He's the one you talked to three different times to see when I was working - so you could bring me over here to interrogate me - and now you've got the balls to try to skip out on paying for the pizza. You may want to go ahead and find your driver's license. The cops normally ask for that while we go through the whole routine. It usually takes a couple hours - but I find it somewhat fulfilling. It pisses Mack off, though, so I hope you never want to order from us again - which kind of sucks - cuz we have the best pizza in town."

"You don't need to involve the police. I'll get my wallet. I was just messing with you."

"Right.. You may want to do that - cuz like you ordered a pizza - but you aren't holding any money - which kind of tells me you were planning this the whole time."

"Wait right here!"

She moved pretty quickly for a heartless hag.

I didn't bother to signal Mack. He hadn't called anybody. Although - I knew without looking that he still had the phone to his ear - and was nodding - and moving his lips.

"How much was it?" she asked, digging through her bills.

"$22.50"

She handed me a twenty and a five. I stared at her.

I knew - for certain - that the words, "Keep the change," had never come out of this bitch's mouth.

"We don't carry change. They tell you that when you order."

She held out her hand. I returned the bills.

It took her another five minutes of digging - but she came up with the exact amount.

While she was fucking around, I did think about asking for a tip - just to poke the bear.

I handed over the pie and turned to leave.

"I'll give you a hundred dollars to break up with my granddaughter," she offered.

I turned back to face her.

"First of all, you're a bitch for even suggesting that I could be bought off. Secondly, you're a cheap bitch for thinking $100 is worth more than your granddaughter. And, lastly, your granddaughter is hotter than 99% of the women on the entire planet, smarter than most - male or female, and one of the nicest people I've ever met. But - I get the feeling you're not trying to save her from horny young men - you're just a stingy controlling hag who probably abuses their husband mentally and emotionally - if not physically - on a regular basis. You really need to find professional help."

"Well! I never.."

"Obviously, you did at least once - cuz that's how Kasey's dad was born - am I right? Was he like a horrible person or something? Is that why you hate everybody? Kasey says he was awesome, though, so maybe his entire DNA came from her grandpa."

She goldfished.

She was standing in the doorway, holding the pizza box, with her mouth opening & closing - like an oxygen-starved guppy - gasping for breath.

I made sure I was facing her straight-on - so the glasses were getting her reaction full-frame.

The devil whispered in my ear - and I grinned - yelling loudly through the open doorway, "Mr. Williams! If you need help, just call Pop's Pizza - and order the Triple Olive Special. We'll send the police."

I turned and headed for the car.

Once I was belted in, I hit the button on the glasses to send the video to my phone, and dropped the car into gear.

Grandma Williams was still standing there, with the door hanging open.

I was pretty sure that - if the bitch had had pyrokinesis - my car would have exploded.

Mack was holding my phone.

"I had a pretty good angle - and don't really need to see the video - but your girlfriend is going to shit herself. What a bitch! I'll bet the old bag re-gifts her used underwear for Christmas presents."

That was a pretty good one - even for Mack. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. I could still barely see by the time we got back to the shop.

For the next half-hour, work came to a stand-still, at Pop's, as Mack Chromecast'd my phone to the lobby TV and all of the employees stood there to watch the replay.

I'd already had my fill of Mrs. Williams, so I took over babysitting the pies that were in the oven - and covering the phone.

The guys pretty much all high-fived me.

The girls were quieter - some of them knew Kasey - the others were just thinking about how big of a bitch this woman was.

I got a couple pats on the shoulder from one or two of them.

I asked the "mom" of the bunch if I should show the video to Kase.

"She, obviously, already knows what her grandmother is like - and I think she'll want to see it - but there's like nothing of redeeming value there," she lamented. "Sad."

I nodded.

She looked in my eyes.

"I'd almost feel sorry for her," she said, "but she's soo obviously mental. I'm really actually worried we might get an order for the Triple Olive Special."

I started to smile but realized she was serious.

I texted Kasey and told her that I had a video of a face-to-face confrontation with her grandmother. I asked her if she wanted me to save it until Friday - or get it over with now so - that it wouldn't spoil our time together.

Ten minutes later, she walked into Pop's.

We didn't even get to talk until fifteen minutes after that. Absolutely every employee in the place queued up to give her a hug and offer their condolences.

She was pretty floored by the outpouring of emotions.

Mack shuffled my deliveries to others and - by the time Kasey was free - I was off the clock.

We went out to my car.

"How bad is it?" she laughed. "Half of those people don't even know me."

I opened the door and she slid in. I nudged her to scoot over and I dropped in beside her, handing her the phone.

"Just to be clear, I didn't show it to them. Mack grabbed my phone. However, I didn't stop him."

She started the video, quiet through the whole thing.

When it ended, she hit the power-button to put it to sleep - and handed my phone back - turning to face me.

She grabbed the bottom of my chin between her thumb & forefinger and pulled my face towards her - delivering a soft kiss directly to my anxious lips.

"You really are trying to get into my pants, aren't you Mr. Mitchell?"

"I would love nothing better," I admitted.

"It wasn't perfect - and you may have just launched the Crusades - but you did good."

"We need to find a way to cut these puppet-strings of hers," I said.

"I've thought about it. I admit I got a little distracted with my Sister Wives scheme - but I've already spent several nights trying to work out a solution. Part of the problem is, I don't even know where all of the tendrils reach."

I looked into those sad, captivating eyes.

"Could I get one more of those kisses? Your grandmother stiffed me on the tip and.."

"You're horrible!" she accused, laughing.

She clenched her fists and pounded my chest.

"Hello? Pop's Pizza?", I laughed, "I'd like to order the Triple Olive Special."

"Oh..!" she growled, grabbing my head in her hands, pulling me into a fierce kiss.

I melted in the heat of the passion she was pouring into me.

The kiss got longer and longer - and turned a little feral. It reminded me a lot of the one her mother had given me, while I was tilling her garden - to get ready to deliver some seed.

When she released me, we were both gasping for air.

"Damn, girl! I can't wait until Friday!"

She reached down and grabbed my stiff cock through my jeans. I was turned on and scared - all at the same time.

"I promised you that you wouldn't get to see my pussy for a month - and - dammit! I keep my promises. Unfortunately, that means I will have to leave this car without giving you my virginity. I hope you have something special planned for Friday - because you'll have a tough time topping this."

I pulled my phone up and snapped her picture.

"You're sick. Sick. You're gonna stare at that, tonight, while you jerk off."

"I'm about to cum right now. You make me so horny. God! I want to fuck you so badly."

"What're you gonna do, naughty boy?" she asked, stroking me through my pants.

I laid my head back on the headrest and groaned, willing her not to stop until I found relief, praying she could read my thoughts.

"Switch me spots," she ordered, a minute later.

"What?!"

"I can't finger myself with my left hand. I need to switch. Trade me spots."

At that moment, I would have punched her grandmother square in the face if she'd have told me to - I would do whatever she asked - as long as there was even the slightest chance of her rubbing my cock - even if it was through my jeans.

"Fuck! You're so hot!" I moaned, picking her up by her hips, sliding left, and depositing her on the other side of me.

"Hands off the goods, wicked boy," she said, grinning evilly.

"Yes, mistress."

I hadn't even really looked at what Kasey was wearing - I'd been so worried about how she'd react to the video.

She had on a black tank-top - cropped so that her delectable belly-button was showing - with a white tennis skirt.

Her right hand was buried beneath those pristine pleats, working its way inside of her underwear, from what I could gather.

"God, you're beautiful," I groaned, my eyes feasting on her sumptuous body.

Her left hand was struggling to grip my stiff clothing-covered cock.

"Get it out," she ordered.

I moved without hesitation. I didn't know what was next - but resistance was futile.

I raised my ass off of the seat and drug my pants & underwear to my knees without unbuckling, unbuttoning, or unzipping anything.

The air in the car filled with musk as my dick stood proudly from my naked groin - begging to be touched - a drop of pre-cum already oozing from the slit at the tip.

Kasey's soft hand wrapped around my cock and I groaned - and leaned back - trying to press my body flat - thrusting my hips up - so that she had full access to my meat - hoping, praying she'd stroke it.

I could hear myself moaning in anticipation. I didn't care. I was lost - wanton - my brain lust-addled.

Her hand slid up - towards the sensitive head - and I ground my teeth together - the pleasure almost excruciating - her stroke so slow that it was even more intense.

Afraid that, if I tried to fuck her hand, she'd stop what she was doing, I held as still as possible.

I'm not even sure I was still breathing.

Her palm reached the ridge of the crown - and moved back down again - agonizingly slow.

I began to smell her spicy musk - and hear the sounds of her fingers slipping in & out of the sensual suction of her gripping snatch.

She bumped against me repeatedly as she wiggled & squirmed - driving her fingers in & out of her needy twat - while slowly continuing to stroke my meat with her left hand.

Now at the bottom of my stiff rod, she slid her fingers around and palmed my inflated nut-sack - caressing my balls - encouraging them to work a little harder.

My testes ached painfully. My stomach was in knots. I longed for release.

Her hand slid back around - and her fingers - once again - gripped my raging prick.

Her touch was electrifying.

Her hand moved a little faster - maybe twice as fast as before.

My teeth hurt from being locked together.

Kasey's breathing was growing more ragged.

I could tell that her fingers - plunging in & out of her quim - were moving more frantically.

Whether she'd finally decided to stop tormenting me - or was just lost in her own quest for climax - her hand started rapidly pumping up & down my cock.

I wanted to look at her - her sexy body - with her fingers busy fucking that cunt that I wanted so desperately to see - to touch - to taste - to..

"Fuck!" she shrieked, her body stiffening.

Her hand had just reached my cock-head when her orgasm hit.

Her fingers wrapped themselves around the lower-half of my angry helmet.

Lost in her climax, her fingers clenched and unclenched - clamping down on my cock & head.

Between the relentless stimulation and the primal sounds of rapture coming from the sexy woman beside me, my penis informed my testes that it was time.

My release was so powerful, I felt like my hair hurt - as the semen started rocketing from my dick.

It seemed like hours passed before my balls stopped firing.

My eyes were still closed - reveling in the intense release.

Kasey's hand was still wrapped around my cock.

I could die happy right now.

The woman, next to me gave a little shudder, relaxed, and then started laughing.

I opened my eyes - and started to turn to look over at her - to see what was so funny - when I saw it.

Her hand was still aiming my unflagging trouser schnauzer up over the dash of my car.

A huge wad of jizz was clinging to the inside of my windshield - threatening to drip down onto the dash.

Kasey slid her fingers up to steal the last bit of semen, sitting on my man-slit, bringing the corrupt seed to her mouth to taste me.

I groaned again - watching her naughty mouth work.

Her right hand withdrew, slowly, from where it had been laboring - beneath that pure, virgin white skirt.

I watched as those slick-looking fingers joined the first - and Kasey alternated licking between my juices and her own.

I wanted, so badly, to grab my cock - to jerk off to her sensuous show - but I needed, desperately, to find some Hardees napkins - to clean up my spunk - before my dash turned into a gooey mess.

I leaned to my left to reach under my seat - to see if there were any hidden there - and Kasey's hand took hold of my penis again.

"One month," she proclaimed, penalizing and promising at the same time.

I found the napkins and sat up to start the cleanup.

She released her hold on my fuck-meat and took a few napkins to help me.

"You're a messy boy."

"You got me pretty wound up."

"Moi?" she drawled, dramatically.

I laughed.

Her phone chimed.

"Mom wants to know if I'm still a virgin," she said, laughing. "I'd better get going. See you Friday."

She started to leave but then turned and snapped a picture of my cock before climbing out of the car.

"Now I've got something to jerk off to too," she laughed.

~~~ The Date ~~~

Mrs. Williams met me at the door and pulled me inside.

"You were a naughty boy."

"I've missed you too," I laughed.

"I was jealous. Kasey told me all about your hot little escapade. She ran off to finger-fuck herself after she described it to me. Her screams echoed throughout the house when she came, staring at that picture of your meat."

As she dropped to her knees, taking my pants & underwear to my ankles, I realized she was wearing the exact outfit that Kasey had worn on Wednesday.

It couldn't possibly be the same outfit, could it?

Her braless breats were stretching the material of the tank-top to the breaking point. Her thumb-sized nipples were rock hard - seemingly trying to gnaw their way through the dark cloth.

The white skirt was too short for her adult body. Even when she was standing straight up - it didn't cover the bottom of her ass-cheeks. Squatted down in front of me..

.. no panties - and her pussy is shaved!

"Fuck!"

The word exploded from my throat - as Mrs. Williams' mouth inhaled my cock - all the way to my ball-sack - which she tongued.

I was not trying to control her but my hands shot to the back of her head. A vertigo-like sensation reverberated through my entire body - as my brain informed the rest of me that we were under attack - from a vacuum cleaner.

"Mom!" Kasey yelled, angrily.

My hot-ass MILF lover never bobbed her head - and never relented. She just continued to Hoover my cock - with the head wedged into her throat - as her tongue stroked up & down the underside of every part of my rod that she could reach - teasing and tugging.

In what felt like seconds, my testes were offloading all cargo we carried onboard.

"Enjoy your date," she said, as she stood to her feet, grabbed my bare ass in her hands, and pulled me in for a lusty kiss.

She turned and walked away - her bare ass-cheeks bouncing - below the hem of the near-pointless skirt.

"Put my clothes in the hamper, you slut!" Kasey yelled, over her shoulder, as she walked my way.

"You ready?" she asked, grinning, and looking longingly at my stiffy.

"Oh, yeah!" I retorted.

She laughed, "Come on, then, stud. Let's see what you've planned."

It cost me a few favors but our first stop was the city's electricity generating plant.

Our former classmate met us at the back door - after buzzing us into the gated parking area.

"Nick?" Kasey asked, looking over at me, and back at my friend.

"Hey, Kasey. It's nice to see you again."

"You.. work here?"

Nick shook his head, laughing softly, "Maybe someday. My uncle does. He's in his office, running some forecast simulations - trying to plan for the summer peaks - and anticipate what the rest of the year will turn into."

She hesitated for a moment but, then, said, "So you're our tour guide?"

Nick blushed.

"That's awesome!" my date said, encouragingly, "Amaze me."

Nick stutter-froze for a second.

"Dude. She's almost as big of a nerd as us. Show us all this shit I've been dying to see in person."

His hesitation disappeared.

A little over an hour later, we were back at the same door where Nick had met us.

Kasey held out her hand. When Nick got up the courage to take it, she shook it.

"That was amazing, Nick. You really know your stuff! I even tried to stump you with what I thought were hard questions - but you never hesitated. You're either a really good bull-shitter or you're going to be an incredible electrical engineer."

Nick looked at me, lost, and back at my gorgeous girlfriend.

"Thanks," he said, a grin trying to sneak onto his face as he finally started to relax.

I offered my hand as well, which he took more easily.

"Cool stuff, dude. It was everything I'd hoped for. You're gonna rock at this - and the pay's not bad, right?"

"The classes are hard - and the field's super competitive."

"Dude. You always worry too much. Thanks for the tour. It was amazing."

I turned to open the exterior door.

"Thanks again, Nick. Very cool stuff!" Kasey said, turning to follow me.

"See you guys," he called.

"I'll call you," I said. "We'll get together. You going to Eastern?"

"I'm cheaping out," he said, "taking the easy stuff at the community college first."

"Us too," I told him. "We'll catch you for lunch sometime."

"Alright," he said, "sounds good. See you."

"See you."

In the car, Kasey said, "You're right. He's nice - and smart. I need to call my cousin. We'll take them on a double-date and see how it goes."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I know, I know. She's nice. She wouldn't do that shit. I'll talk to her."

I started the car.

"So - how am I doing so far?" I asked.

"Better than expected," she laughed.

"Harsh," I moaned.

"Poor baby," she chuckled. "What's next?"

Several minutes later, we arrived at the biggest park in the city.

I held her door as she got out of the car and took her hand - leading her off through the trees - to an open field down by a small, babbling creek.

I let go of her hand and laid down in the grass.

"Naptime?" she laughed.

"Come on," I said, running my fingers through the grass beside me.

"What are we doing?"

"Looking for dragons," I said, smiling.

She told me I was a dweeb - but laid down beside me anyway.

I laced our fingers together - and pulled hers to my lips to kiss them - before lowering them to the soft grass between us.

"Duck," I called out, pointing to a cloud with my left hand.

"That doesn't look like a duck," she argued.

"What does it look like, then?"

"Well, maybe a little - but it's an ugly duck," she laughed.

We studied the shifting cumulonimbus shapes, as they casually crawled across the sky - calling out figures we spotted - and arguing over what they looked like.

"Dragon!" Kasey announced.

"I'll be damned," I laughed.

"I win!" she declared.

I stood and offered her my assistance.

"What?" she asked.

"You won. Time to go claim your prize."

She accepted my help and stood - with a crinkled eyebrow.

Leading her by the hand, I headed to the right of where the car was parked - and rounded a copse of trees - to find the food cart I was seeking.

She looked over at me.

"Homemade sorbet. I think you'll like it. If not, we can hit DQ later."

I got two scoops of black raspberry; she got one of strawberry and one of peach. The peach surprised me.

We found a shady spot and plopped down in the grass to enjoy our snack.

I tried a taste of the peach and she tried my raspberry. Strawberry is not for me.

She ended up deciding that the peach was the best - followed by the raspberry. She said the strawberry wasn't bad - just not as good as the others.

I don't experiment much, when raspberry is available, but the peach was pretty good.

We were still a little early - heading to dinner - but I didn't want to include too much in the evening - or I'd quickly run out of ways to intrigue my princess.

Before I took her to Benny's Burgers, I asked how she liked her fries.

Her response was "crispy on the outside and puffy in the middle" - so I figured I was safe.

We pulled up in front of the place and she scowled at me.

I laughed, knowing that would be her reaction - it's not much to look at.

I helped her out of the car, and led her inside.

"Hey, Cindy!" she squealed, seeing one of our old classmates behind the counter.

"Kase!"

Cindy ran out from behind the counter, they squeezed each other - I imagined the two of them doing that while completely naked - in a small pool - filled with lime gelatin - and then she returned to her post.

"I've never seen you in here before," she said.

Kasey pointed at me.

"Hey, Reg. The usual?" she grinned.

"Yeah - and the same for Kasey."

"You think she can eat all that?" she laughed.

"She needs her energy," I teased, "I've got some strenuous physical activity planned for later."

"Oh my god, Reg!" she cackled, "You're horrible."

She looked over at Kasey, who just grinned.

Cindy gaped at her.

"He's mostly kidding," Kasey laughed.

"Have you two..?" she began to ask.

"Haven't gotten that far yet. He's still got the training wheels on. If the rumors we heard from Carol are anything to go by, though, he's packin'."

Cindy snort-laughed.

"You're both horrible. Two specials, coming up. It'll be about ten minutes. Holler if you can't find a clean booth."

I handed her my debit card and we went to find seats.

"Cin?" I called back.

"Yeah?"

"You got peach shakes?"

I looked at Kasey and she shrugged, but nodded.

"Yeah."

"Give us a jumbo peach and a jumbo black raspberry too, will ya?"

"You're both gonna need doggie bags and to-go cups," she laughed.

"Probably," I admitted, grinning.

Kasey found a booth.

I sat across from her - but put my hands on the table, palms up. She laid hers on mine.

"How'd I do?"

"I'll let you know after I try the fries," she grinned.

"I think you'll like the burgers too. The only person who has ever complained was Carol."

"You brought her here?"

"She never stopped bitching about it. Expected fine dining and a cunt full of my cock-snot. She never got either one."

Cindy arrived with the shakes and the receipt - which I signed - after adding a big tip.

She couldn't help but look at it, "Thanks, Reggie. You're always good to me."

"I live on tips too, remember? I should show you this video I have of this horrible customer I had this week.."

I looked over at Kasey.

Cindy was noticeably curious.

Kasey turned to her.

"My grandmother - dad's mom - called Pop's and ordered a pizza - just to get Reggie to her house - and then tried to pay him to break up with me. Reggie threatened to call the cops when she told him she didn't want the pizza - and then he told her what a manipulative shit she was for trying to bribe him to dump me."

Cindy looked back and forth between the two of us, processing it all.

"Good job, Reggie. You've always been a stand-up guy."

"Thanks, Cindy."

The cook hollered that our order was ready and she went to get our food.

"How much cheese is on that thing?!" Kasey gasped as Cindy brought the tray over.

Our mutual friend beamed, "Two fresh quarter-pound patties, grilled until the edges are a little crispy, swimming in cheese - one on the top, one on the bottom, and one in the middle. Real government cheese - not that veggie-oil, cheese-flavored shit they sell at the store."

Kasey looked at the huge burger in front of her and started to ask - but Cindy knew what was coming - and pulled a steak knife out of her apron to hand to her.

"Shit!" Kasey exclaimed as she started trying to cut into the thing.

I had created a small lake of ketchup on my plate - and put the bottle where she could reach it.

I scooted to my right - and Cindy smiled and plopped down next to me - to watch Kasey's face.

I took my big, fluffy napkin - unfolded it - and spread it across the front of my shirt.

I picked up Kasey's and handed it to her as she finished cutting the meat monster in half.

She looked at the napkin - and then at my chest - shrugged - and followed suit.

I took the steak knife and carved my beef behemoth into two large sandwiches.

I put down the knife and got a grip on the first half - looking over at Kasey - who was trying to figure out how to grab it.

"Just pick it up - there's no other way - lean over the plate a little - but make sure that napkin stays in place or you'll be an even bigger mess.."

"Like the windshield of your car - the other day - after our little play-time?"

Cindy's eyebrows shot up and Kasey just cackled. She picked up the massive double-decker and brought it to her mouth for her first bite.

I was already two bites in - glad for the distraction - when she started spilling secrets to Cindy.

"Well?" I asked, as she swallowed the first bite.

"Carol was an idiot. This is the best damned burger I've ever had!"

"Carol will always be an idiot," I said, "and I knew you'd like it. You're a meat eater."

Cindy's head spun to look at me.

"You're evil," Kasey groaned. "I barely touched you with my hand before you came all over your dash - there's no way that fire hose is coming anywhere near my mouth.."

"Cumming - your mouth?" Cindy giggled. "You've got a little something, right here," she said, pointing at the corner of her evil grin.

"Seriously?" Kasey laughed, "You're as bad as him."

She bit into her burger for the second taste.

A half-hour later, we were both stuffed.

Cindy put the rest of our burgers in to-go boxes - along with two big Styrofoam cups - holding the remainder of our creamy shakes. A pile of fries still littered our plates - but we had finally admitted defeat.

As we neared the counter - to head towards the door, Kasey said, "Cindy, tell the cook that was amazing."

"Daddy," Cindy called back through the window, "you free?"

A large aproned, mustached man came through the swinging doors.

Kasey extended her hand, "Best damned burger I've ever had - and the fries were perfect. I'm just sad that I couldn't finish half of it."

Cindy's dad looked over at me.

"She's a lot smarter, nicer - and cuter - than that other gal. You should probably try to hang onto this one," he chuckled.

"I'll do my best, sir," I said, shaking his hand as well. "The shakes were good too."

"Thanks, son. Always nice to see you. Tell your mom 'Hey' for me."

"Will do."

I turned to Kasey.

"Is there like a smaller version I can order, next time, so I don't feel like I'm throwing away half of your work?" she asked him.

"I gotcha, Kase," our classmate promised.

"Thanks, Cindy. We'll be back - maybe not next week - but soon."

"See you guys," she said - as we headed to the door.

"Hey, Reg," she called to me, as second later.

"Yeah?"

"You need any napkins for the car?" she said, laughing.

"Very funny," I groaned, opening the door for my overstuffed girlfriend - who was laughing just as loudly.

In the car, Kasey turned to me, "What about Cindy and Nick?"

"What happened to your cousin?"

"Plan B. I really liked Nick. I want to get him a girlfriend."

"Maybe. I don't know what Cindy's really looking for. She's so casual about everything. Nick's really serious. I don't know - it might work."

"What if we bring him here?"

"We could. Cindy's biggest problem is that her dad doesn't have anybody else to work the counter - she's almost already married - to her job."

"That's kind of sad."

"Yeah. I mean - she doesn't complain - but I've never seen her go out just to have fun."

"I'll have to think about it," she mused.

"Tell you what, I'll call Nick and we'll bring him here in two weeks. We'll see if anything sparks - but no meddling - clean room."

"Fine," she conceded, a little grumpily.

As we rode along, she took my right hand and laced her fingers through mine.

"You're right," she admitted. "Nick needs the real deal - not something I've manipulated."

"I know you're just trying to help," I told her, encouragingly.

"You're smarter than you look," she said, laughing.

I tried to look like I'd been mortally wounded.

~~~ The Inspection ~~~

The door had barely closed before Kasey's mom had my pants around my ankles and was fondling my cock & balls like a TSA agent.

"Mom! Behave!" Kasey barked. "You just had that thing down your throat like two hours ago. Nothing happened - and he's still mine for another hour."

".. but, Baby.." she complained.

Kasey handed her the to-go containers.

"Try these. If you're a good girl, maybe we'll take you with us next time."

I pulled my pants up as Mrs. Williams headed to the kitchen with the leftovers.

I dropped my sandwich & drink on the table - and plopped onto the couch. Kasey snuggled in beside me.

"Sit on my lap?" I asked her.

"Why?"

"So I can see your eyes."

"You just want to rub your boner against my ass," she accused.

"Just a bonus.." I said slyly.

She stood and started to sit across my legs.

"Face me?" I begged.

"You're just trying to get me to dry hump you!"

"I promise I will not move - unless you tell me to."

From the kitchen, between bites, her mother said, "Grinding your clit against his boner is not sex - and it will seriously improve your disposition."

"Not helping," Kasey growled, over her shoulder.

She did, however, straddle my lap - with her feet by knees and her knees beside my hips on the couch.

I tucked my hand under her arms and I wrapped my arms around her.

"You said you wouldn't move," she growled.

The arm-chair quarterback, in the next room, yelled, "False start! Five yard penalty! Repeat the first down."

Kasey's frustration with her mother was the only thing that exonerated me for failing to follow directions - although - in my defense - I thought it had been obvious that I was talking about movement below the waist..

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"How did I do tonight?" I asked.

"Are you this insecure? This is like the tenth time you've asked."

"I want to please you," I said, "I seriously like you - I'm not just trying to make your spreadsheet come true."

"What a dolt! I obviously missed a calculation somewhere," she said, chortling at me.

She released the hug, pulled my face in for a quick teaser-kiss, and said, "You did well. Maybe even good enough for a reward."

At that point, she made a little circle with her hips - and my boner ground around on the fly of her blue jeans.

"Fuck! Kasey!" I moaned.

"Illegal Motion! Five yards," Mrs. Williams yelled, between bites.

Kasey grabbed my shoulders and started grinding her mons around on my stiffy.

She closed her eyes. She seemed to be fixing a finish line in her mind.

"Can I hold your hips?"

"No."

"Touch your breasts?"

"No."

"Your face?"

"No."

"Can we do this with just our underwear on?"

"Definitely not."

I leaned back against the back of the couch and let her frig herself on my dick-bump.

It was stimulating me a little - but it wasn't going to get me off unless I could participate more fully.

When her moaning intensified, I looked up at her face - determined - focused - climbing her own personal mountain.

"Tease my nipples - but nothing else - through the shirt," she commanded.

Those tight little 22-calibre points where rubbing against the inside of her top.

I reached thumb & forefinger of each hand up and nipped at the tiny buds. When I finally caught one, she hissed at me.

"Enough!"

I went back to being a human sex-doll.

She was still, obviously, gorgeous - but the intense focus on her face was a little distracting.

All of a sudden, she ripped off her shirt and bra, calling out, "Suck my tits, my nipples, everything!"

I grabbed her rib-cage and started devouring her firm, delectable titties.

I licked, sucked, nipped, and nibbled her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples.

I had just started getting into it when she started yelling, "Stop! Stop! I can't stop. Fuck! Help me, Reg!"

She was still writhing on my hard-on.

"What do I need to do?" I asked - looking at her anguished face.

"Too fast. I'm losing control. Help!"

Despite every primal instinct within me, I grabbed her hips, lifted her off of my lap, turned her sideways, set her across my legs, and pulled her to my chest - hugging her.

"You're okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed your boundaries."

She was sobbing, her breath gasping.

Her hand was between her legs - covering her sensitive sex.

I held her half-naked, trembling body and tried to do what I could to calm her.

She was doing that thing where you kind of hiccup from crying too hard.

I pulled her head to my lips and softly kissed her right temple.

"I'm sorry, Kase," I whispered.

She was still looking off, across the room.

"It was me too," she sniffled. "I want this. I want you. I love you. I hate you. I adore you. I despise you. I knew this wouldn't be easy. You make it harder cuz you're already turning into that copy of daddy that I have so desperately wanted for so long."

I hugged her closer.

Her face cleared - and I could see her brain working overtime.

"I will keep my promise," she stated finally. "I said a month. February has 28 days - which is four weeks. It's been six days; tomorrow will be seven. Three weeks from tomorrow - assuming I don't find out you're hiding something horrible from me - I will give you my virginity."

"So.." I began.

"What?" she asked, conflicted, still looking across the room.

"We have three weeks to figure out how this is going to work - the three of us."

She pulled back a little and looked at me.

"Up to now," I explained, "you've been able to consider my past girlfriends as historical. To a degree, I think you're doing the same thing with my relationship with your mom."

"Kind of," she admitted.

"You don't have to decide anything now - and I know you've thought about it - but this - three weeks from now - things get weird - or they get awkward - or uncomfortable."

From her seat, at the table, Mrs. Williams called out, "I'm all caught up. I can go another two years now."

Kasey laughed, "Like hell! I'm sure you've watched that video of your face when Reggie was fucking you. You're just gonna shut that off?"

"I can," she retorted.

Kasey turned to her and said, "I don't doubt that. You already have - and I know you're strong enough - but it wouldn't be right."

I kissed the side of her head again.

"You sound like you've already got this figured out," I chuckled.

"My brain does - but I know what you were asking me. Can my heart handle it? The answer, ultimately, is that I will make it - but - yeah - I've got a couple weeks to get myself ready for this - while still anticipating your naughty cock destroying my hymen."

"We should probably sit farther apart - if you're going to talk about my cock being inside of your pussy," I chuckled.

She gave me a light peck on the lips.

"You just make it worse when you do shit like that, you know?" she accused.

"What'd I do?" I asked.

"I think you know, Mr. Adorable. Now get your lumpy cock out of the crack of my ass."

"Speaking of ass..?" I asked, evilly.

"That's a hard 'no', buster. Get that shit out of your head right now."

I threw my hands up in surrender.

"Just playin'. You don't touch mine and I won't touch yours."

"You don't like a finger in your ass when you're cumming?" the MILFy teacher asked from the kitchen. "You don't know what you're missing."

"Mom!" Kasey complained.

"Yeah, TMI," I laughed.

I twirled a fingertip around Kasey's naked right areola.

"WTF?! Dude. Hands?"

"Sorry," I grinned, sheepishly. "You realize you're a succubus, right?"

"You should probably put some clothes on dear," her mom agreed.

"Well, he should be all primed for a little quality time with his favorite Science teacher," Kasey told her.

"I said she was the hottest; I never said she was my favorite," I retorted, grinning evilly.

Mrs. Williams crossed her arms over her chest, covering her milk-jugs, with a huff.

"You know I'm just funning, right?" I laughed, trying to extricate myself from the awkward silence that ensued.

"Right. If my finger - just accidentally - ends up in your rectum while we're having sex - I'm just 'funnin'."

My heart froze in my chest.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked Kasey.

She howled with laughter, turned to straddle my lap again, grabbed my face, and gave me a smoldering kiss - while grinding herself on me again.

When she'd finished taking my breath away, she stood up, grabbed her top from the couch, and headed upstairs, yelling, "I'm gonna turn my music waaay up, mom. Have fun!"

She cackled as she turned down the hall.

I heard the refrigerator door shut - and turned to find everything cleared from the table - while my former Anatomy teacher was removing the last of her clothes.

She laid on her back - on the dining room table - wearing nothing but a pair of white socks - with lace at the ankles - and hard leather, glossy black shoes with 1-inch heels. She raised her head to look at me. She was wearing the pair of glasses that made her look like a hot librarian.

She pulled her knees up, reached between her thighs to grab a hold of the heels on her shoes, and pulled them back - spreading her glorious sex open for the world to see.

In my hurry to get from the couch to my lover, I tripped over my feet and collided with the recliner - nearly breaking my dick in half.

Her hefty breasts were corralled by her arms, as they reached down her body. Her huge nipples were completely erect - and were pointing at her pussy.

Kasey had talked as if her mom & dad fucked all of the time - but this pussy wasn't a raggedy mess. It wasn't the perfect pink of a virgin - but it was super-attractive - especially when paired with the rest of her sexy body.

I didn't bother undressing; I just threw my pants & shorts to my ankles and - cock in hand - lined myself up to enter Heaven.

"I have an offering for you, Goddess," I proclaimed, sliding my penis into her velvety tightness.

My God! She is glorious!

Even without the little hot-secretary affectations, this woman was a vision of sexuality.

.. and, her body felt even better than it looked.

"Fuck!" I groaned, as I bottomed out inside of her.

"Yes!" she hissed, in agreement.

I paused - to savor the thrilling stimulation - and get enough air into my lungs to ask my question.

"Fucking or love-making?"

"I'm a naughty mommy, having sex with my daughter's boyfriend. I'm a slut. Fuck me like the whore I am. Punish my pussy - but I don't deserve your seed - shoot it all over me."

Her body had me rock-hard.

Her outfit had my balls aching.

Her words - the forbidden pictures she drew in my mind..

I was going to fuck the shit out of this beautiful woman.

I slowly slid my stiff cock out of her slippery channel.

She whimpered as it left.

I gave her a second to appreciate the absence.

The air - in the room - was cool on my slick penis.

I took my cock in my hand - and used it like a flyswatter - to punish her slit & clit.

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.

Worried I'd cum too fast if I used my cock, I slid two fingers into her quim - fucking them in & out of her - as my other hand rubbed little circles around on her clit.

When she seemed to be approaching an orgasm, I stopped, removing all stimulation for a few seconds, and then swatted her sex with my cock a few more times.

I took another break - and then repeated the process - bringing her back to the edge - causing her whimpers to intensify - and then spanking her pussy, again, with my danger noodle.

After the third time - I stopped completely.

Dick still in my hand - I lined up with her entrance - millimeters from her soft folds - no contact - so she wouldn't know what I was planning.

I reached my left hand around her raised leg & thigh, grabbed on, and drove my penis into her pussy - burying myself to the root - and throwing my right hand around the other leg to make sure I had a firm grip.

The air was forced from her lungs by the unexpected intrusion.

I did not give her time to recover.

Holding tightly to her legs, I started plowing my cock in & out of her clenching cunt.

I slid my hands lower - to where her legs met her hips - to strengthen my hold - driving in - each time - as hard & fast & deep as I could go.

"Whose cock is this?" I demanded, continuing to fuck her mercilessly.

"Kasey's," she moaned.

"Whose?"

"Kasey's."

I was getting close.

"Do you want my seed?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"I want your children. Breed me!"

"Did you ask Kasey?"

"No," she frowned, sadly - her emotions raw - I couldn't tell if we were still role-playing.

I felt my ball-sack whither and yanked my fuck-meat out of my lover - to shotgun my spunk back & forth across her body.

She convulsed each time my hot jizz splashed onto her gorgeous figure.

Her eyes were open - watching the jets of semen shoot from my dick.

She looked happy & sad - all at the same time.

She'd gotten what she'd asked for - but she looked disappointed just the same.

When my AK-47 ran out of ammo, I asked her, "Did you cum yet?"

"A little one - but I'm close," she admitted.

I leaned forward and captured her amazing ass in my hands, burying my face in her spicy sex.

She cooed at me.

I followed all of the instructions she'd given me in our previous lessons - the things to help both of us enjoy the act even more - licking, nipping, nibbling, and sucking.

I used my tongue to visit every part of her that I could reach - to stimulate every erogenous zone - cleaning her - adoring her - making oral love to my beautiful partner.

I looked up across her jizz-covered body to see her staring straight into my eyes.

I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Her fingers were slowly rubbing my seed into her ripe melons - swirling it around her areolas and nipples.

I could sense - and hear - her climax approaching.

Her body was tensing - her pussy was clasping - her clit was rigid.

I licked, rapidly, from the top of her perineum to her clit - sucked on the stiff bud for a second - and dropped back down to do it again.

Her body tensed and she moaned.

A second later, a short burst of her juices splashed onto my tongue as she screamed, "Fuck!"

I stayed there - tongue pressed against her pearly gate - to enjoy her sexy writhing - and reduce the amount of cleanup we'd have to do.

When she let go of her heels - and her legs flopped down on either side of me - I stood to help her rise.

She grinned, evilly, as she hugged her body to mine - smearing my spend all over the front of my outfit.

I laughed into her mouth as she captured my face to give me a wicked kiss.

"Oh, look," she said, grinning, as we separated. "Your clothes are dirty. I guess we'll just have to sleep naked."

I wanted to be mad at her.

I really did.

~~~ Breakfast ~~~

I woke up, again, in a cozy bed that was not my own. The room was, once more, bathed in sparkling sunlight. I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Williams looking at my face, smiling, as before.

"You hungry, handsome?"

There was a wicked gleam in her eye. Was it just because of the déjà vu from the same scene, last week, and the same question she'd asked?

I replied, simply, "Yes," and waited.

She launched the bed's coverings to the floor, spun end-to-end, and pounced onto my semi-rigid cock. When I realized where her face was headed, it sprang to life. Now that her face was mere inches away, it was anxiously awaiting whatever was coming next.

Hovering above my face was the pinkest, most attractive set of pussy lips I had ever seen. I started without her. Her sexy snatch tasted like a mixture of the two of us - probably from the wild fucking I had given her on the dining room table the night before.

Her hand was sliding up and down my meaty shaft - jacking me off. She took one of my testicles into her mouth, sucked gently, and cuddled & caressed it with her tongue - then she switched sides.

I had only been awake for a few seconds and my balls were already aching to release - somewhere in - or on - this gorgeous woman's body.

The adoration of my fun-bag stopped and I unclenched my asshole - only to clench it again when (I swear) she stared chewing on my cock-head.

I was so distracted by the intense stimulation that it took me a bit to realize that I had forgotten what I was supposed to be doing.

As she worked me over, I licked her pussy like a Popsicle - from bottom to top - now & again - so as to let her know I was at least still conscious.

She was rapid-fire jacking my cock again - sucking the head, tonguing the ridge, nibbling, gnawing ..

"Fuckkkk!" I growled - as my testes gave up the fight. My semen started firing burst after burst into her greedy mouth.

As soon as she tasted my seed, her body started trembling. She hunched her cunt harder down onto my face - and she started fucking herself - up & down - across my mouth, nose, and chin. I tongued and sucked everything I could reach.

In seconds, she squeaked, tensed, and her sexy snatch ejaculated onto my tongue.

I lapped at the juices - not missing much - and then worshiped her quim and all of its beautiful parts - inside & out.

She leaned to the nightstand - and then, once again, returned - facing the still-smoking barrel of my freshly-fired weapon.

I heard the click of her phone, taking a picture - and - a couple seconds later - a second one.

I was still recuperating as she climbed off of the bed. I stared at the ceiling. My heart was pounding. My lover went to the bathroom, ran the sink for a bit, and then returned - to pull me up for a full-contact hug & kiss.

You have not been kissed until the glorious, naked breasts of a real woman are pressed against your bare chest - as her mouth devours yours - and her tongue teases your own.

She grabbed her phone and showed me the before & after pictures - of her mouth - full of my jizz that she had captured - and then empty - after she'd swallowed my gift.

Somewhere in this sexy teacher's stomach, my seed was desperately searching for an egg to fertilize.

That thought made me realize how much I would love to have a child with this beautiful woman.

Her trip to the bathroom sink had been to remove the overspray - of my spunk - from her eyes, nose, and cheeks.

She palmed my ball-sack - and looked into my eyes. My dick was already reflating. She gave me another lusty kiss.

After having your cock sucked first thing in the morning, nothing is quite as rejuvenating as watching the exquisite anatomy of your former Anatomy teacher - as they parade naked around the room - taking far longer to bend over - repeatedly - to pick up discarded clothing items - to carry them - one-at-a-time - to the hamper where - for absolutely no reason whatsoever - she bends over once more - looking over her shoulder and biting her lower lip - to deposit said item into the basket.

"Now am I your favorite teacher?" she asked, grinning.

"I think I came again - just watching you do that. You are so, fucking sexy!"

"Good morning to you, too, handsome. You ready for breakfast?"

Mrs. Williams and I put on house robes to head downstairs. We stopped by the laundry to move my clothes (soiled in last night's festivities) from the washing machine to the dryer.

Kasey looked up from her tablet - and empty cereal bowl - and frowned at me.

"Good morning, gorgeous. You're not quite as stunning when you're frowning. Do I need to apologize for something - or is there somebody I need to kill - to restore your beautiful smile?

She shook her head and said, "I've painted myself into a corner." I quirked an eyebrow at her and she continued, "I promised you it would be a month before you got to see my pussy. I also informed you that it has always been my intention not to give up my virginity until my wedding night."

I nodded.

"Last night, I told you that I would give you my virginity three weeks from today. I know of only one way to do this without turning myself into a liar."

"I won't make you keep that .." I began.

Mrs. Williams rested her hand on my shoulder, telling me to let Kasey finish.

The sexy - but solemn - cheerleader looked into my eyes.

"It was as much a promise to myself as you. Twice now, you've pushed me to a place I've never been before - where logic no longer matters to me."

"I'm sorry .."

"No. I'm not mad. You heard me last night - I will give myself to you in three weeks. The hardest part will be the waiting - but those are the constraints that I've given myself."

"We can stop .."

"No! This isn't your score on some spreadsheet anymore. This isn't about fooling Grandma Williams. This is about me and you."

She looked at her mother.

".. and .. you and mom."

I started to interrupt again but Mrs. Williams squeezed my shoulder.

"This is not even about my pussy - or my pussy needing your dick."

She laid her tablet down and turned to face me - her expression deadly serious.

"If you don't ask me to marry you, .."

She stopped - considered what she was planning to say - and held up a hand.

"No. Wait. That makes me sound like Grandma Williams - making other people follow my rules - giving them ultimatums."

She got up from her seat and walked over to me, dropping to her knees in front of me - and taking my left hand in hers.

I couldn't let her do this!

Looking down into her eyes, I dropped onto my knees - so that we were facing each other - eye-to-eye - and grabbed both of her hands.

"Will you marry me?" we both asked - at exactly the same time.

"I don't know what I will do if you don't say 'yes'," she said.

"I am hopelessly, helplessly in love with you. I would do anything and everything in my power to get you to marry me."

"So, is that a 'yes'?" she asked shyly.

I bit my lower lip.

She grinned, threw her arms around me, and kissed me - on the spot I had nibbled - a kiss of joy - of bliss.

When she let me breathe again, I lifted her hands to my mouth, looked back into her eyes, said, "Yes" - and kissed her fingers.

The wind was knocked out of me when my future mother-in-law pounced on the two of us, driving us, sideways, into the carpeted floor.

"Mom!" Kasey complained loudly.

It was then that we heard the sobbing.

Mrs. Williams' body was trembling from crying so hard - and she was trying to gasp for breath.

Kasey & I rolled onto our backs and each wrapped an arm around her mother. Beneath Mrs. Williams' body - Kasey's fingers found mine - and she interlaced them. I leaned to my right and gave her a smooch. She looked at me all dreamy like. My insides were jelly.

We waited for her mom to get it all out.

When she'd finally quieted - and her body was doing the little stutter-breath thing - I looked over to Kasey, and whispered, "Let's not tell your mom just yet. We should probably think about eloping. I'm not too sure how she'll take it."

My former Science teacher leaned back and glared at me.

"You're evil," she accused.

"I'm bad," I agree. "I should probably be punished."

"You could spank him," Kasey suggested, grinning evilly.

"I could use a good tongue-lashing," I offered, trying to look chagrined.

"Evil," Mrs. Williams repeated, standing up. "Pure evil."

Finally freed from our burden, I rolled towards my sweetheart, looked into her eyes, and said, "Hey."

"Hey."

"I need to go find you a ring."

"No - you don't need to .."

"You wanna go with me?"

Her eyes got big and I swear she stared back with such intensity that I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

"Yes."

~~~ Shopping ~~~

Mom and I grabbed cereal, bowls, and spoons - and scarfed down breakfast.

My clothes still had a few minutes left to dry. My MILF-lover filled the down-time with hugs - shared between my fiancé & me - as we stood in front of the laundry.

She apparently, noticed the lump in my robe during the hug.

What can I say? She has that effect on me.

She dropped to her knees, opened my robe, and took my cock into her mouth - wrapping her hands around me to grip my ass-cheeks and hold me in place.

"Mother!" Kasey gasped, "Will you please not suck my husband's cock in front of me?"

My cock left her mouth with a pop.

"First of all, daughter, the poor boy is dangerously close to having blue-balls - I'm just helping maintain marital bliss by assisting you in your duties."

"Duties?!"

".. and, lastly, I've been sucking & fucking this cock for weeks - and now you're going to tell me I'm not allowed."

Although my former teacher - whose robe had opened to show her generous breasts and bare pussy - had stopped sucking my meat, she was - nevertheless - still stroking me - as she argued with her daughter.

As her words got louder, her strokes got stronger. I was getting close to cumming again - really close!

Kasey had raised a finger - looking very much like her mother had in the classroom a time or two - preparing to say something - when I felt my testes fire.

I grabbed her mother's head, drove my cock through her mouth and down her throat, and started spewing my load straight towards her stomach - grunting as each cannon-pulse fired.

When I pulled out, she took hold of my dick one last time, licked the head like a lollipop, and then stood to face her daughter.

"Crisis averted," she said, grinning.

"Honey bear," I cooed, trying to catch Kasey's left hand.

She let me catch her hand but laughed, "No."

"Shnookems?"

"I think not."

"Princess?"

"Definitely not."

"Goddess?"

She looked at her mother - then back at me - and shook her head.

"Cupcake?"

"I don't think so."

"Muffin?"

"No."

"Listen," she said, interrupting my next attempt.

"Yes, Beautiful."

She smiled - and I got a quick peck on the lips.

"Now .. that .." she glanced at her mother, who was dabbing the corner of her mouth, ".. mom has finished her breakfast, we should probably get moving."

Mrs. Williams took my robe and I started getting dressed. The rivet on my jeans was still a little hot - so I kept my thumb in the waistband to prevent it from burning me.

When we were outside, back in the front seat of my car once more, my lovely fiancé snuggled up against me. I turned and kissed her on the nose.

She looked into my eyes - and bit her lip - so I acceded to her request - kissing her tender mouth.

"I love you," I told her.

"I know," she said, curling herself around my arm. "I love you and want you so badly."

"I can sit next to him and protect your virginity, if you need me to," her mother said, chuckling.

"Thanks, mother," she said. "I think you've helped enough today."

Mrs. Williams folded her arms over her ample breasts and pouted like a schoolgirl who'd been told she couldn't have any pudding until she'd eaten her meat.

The image of my former teacher in a plaid skirt and a white button-up shirt had my balls churning again. I started the car before they got us into any more trouble.

We began at the mall - ending up in one of those chain jewelry stores. We were heading back out of that store within seconds.

When the two of us - walking hand-in-hand - saw Carol behind the counter - looking as bitter as always - we stopped in our tracks - and Kasey's mom ran into us.

"Oh! What?! Oh. Hello, Carol."

"Hi, Mrs. Williams!"

Kasey went left and I went right - which had us pulling at each other's grip. Rather than turn back to discuss it, we released our hands - and reconnected once we had safely circumnavigated her mother - and were leaving my ex-girlfriend behind.

I don't know how long Mrs. Williams spent, catching up with the sadistic bitch, but my hot cheerleader and I were headed across the commons area to the next store.

Kasey's mom caught up with us as we arrived - just before my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a text from Carol.

"Seriously?! Nope. Never. Die in a hole. How do I not have you blocked already?"

Kasey squeezed my hand as I instructed my phone to never allow another call or text from Carol to come through again.

We stepped into the store that appeared to be free of former classmates and headed to the glass cases.

Kasey browsed while I tried - discreetly - to check the balance in my checking account.

I could feel the blood drain out of my face as I ran the numbers.

Kasey noticed, of course.

"Hey, we don't have to .."

I took her hands in mine.

"Do you love me?"

"What kind of silly question is that?"

".. and I would tell you the same thing."

She stared at me.

"What would you do for me?" I asked her.

Her forehead wrinkled.

"Is there anything that you would not do for me?"

"You have to wait three more weeks."

"Other than that."

"No."

"Then do you not think that I would do anything to make you happy?"

"You already make me happy. Let's go."

"I'm buying you a ring."

"We'll wait."

"Today."

"I'll find a reasonably priced one," she finally conceded.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cuz when we see Carol again - which you fucking know is going to happen as soon as we walk out of this store - I want her to shit herself."

Kasey pulled her hands out of mine and wrapped mine in hers.

"As much as I love that idea - and can already imagine the look on the whore's face. That's not a valid reason to spend that much money."

I squatted down, wrapped my arms around her legs - just under her ass - and stood back up - raising her above me - a head taller than everybody else in the showroom.

Loud enough for everyone to hear, I said, "This gorgeous girl has agreed to marry me and I need a ring as beautiful as her."

"That's not a good reason either," she whispered - but she leaned forward and kissed me hard enough that I had to set her down to fix the tent in my pants.

The new laptop was on hold - so were the tires for the car - as well as the other things I'd been saving for - but - after we'd picked the engagement ring and wedding band, even Mrs. Williams was kissing me.

I walked out of the store with both ladies on my arms.

We nearly ran into Carol.

"Hello Carol," Kasey said. "What a pleasant surprise." She extended her hand so that the hag could clearly see the ring.

When Carol looked up at her, she said, "My fiancé has blocked your number. Stay away from us or I'll cut you into so many pieces they'll need a magnifying glass to find them all."

With that, we left the mall and headed back to #24 Mulberry.

I started to pull into the drive but there was an ancient Lincoln Continental parked in "my" place - so I pulled out front - as Kasey cursed under her breath.

"Grandma?" I guessed.

She nodded - pointing to the hag standing on the front steps - next to a man whose sandy hair was starting to gray at the edges.

Kasey led the way towards the house. Her mother trailed behind. I ended up in the middle.

"Hello, Grandma, Grandpa. What's up?"

"Merely stopping by for a visit, sweetheart."

"I, uh, have company right now. We were running errands and just came home to grab a jacket. We're going to go play putt-putt and the forecast said it might rain."

I stopped beside Kasey; her mom was still a half-step behind me.

"We just wanted to chat for a bit, dear. It won't take long."

"We can talk here, if you'd like."

"Who's this?"

"This is Reggie. My fiancé."

"Fiancé? You'd need a ring for that, wouldn't you though?"

Kasey held out her hand.

"My, my! I'll bet that came with a hefty set of payments!"

"Not that it's really any of your business but he paid cash. What do you need, grandma?"

"Well! That's not a very nice way .."

I stepped in front of Kasey.

"Kasey and I will be married three weeks from today. We're going to play putt-putt and talk some more about arrangements. If your matters are more urgent than that, this might be a good time to spit them out. Otherwise, they can probably wait until after the wedding."

I looked from the woman to her mate - to see him staring at me.

"Since Kasey's father is no longer here, would you be willing to give her away?" I asked him.

"Harold!"

He looked at her with more backbone than I expected, but said nothing.

"Fine!" the woman spat at Kasey.

Turning to leave, she muttered, "I wasn't even invited to the last wedding."

"That's not true," my former Science teacher whispered behind me.

"What?!" the hag turned to confront her.

I stepped between them.

"From what I understand, you chose not to participate in the last wedding. It would not hurt my feelings in the least if you boycotted this one as well. That, however, is your decision."

"Well! I never!"

I looked at her and smiled - waiting for her to remember what I'd said the last time she spewed that vitriol at me.

She stomped off to the car, waiting for her husband to open the door for her.

Only after the car was down the road and out of sight did the two loveliest women in my life break into tears and snuggle into my arms.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped," I apologized - mostly to Kasey - but to her mom as well.

Her crying lessened and she sniffled, "No. It was fine - better than fine, actually - and I never even thought about Grandpa Williams taking daddy's place."

She started sobbing again.

When they were down to mild hyperventilation - their bodies recovering from the intense crying - I said, "I need to ask you something."

"What?" Kasey asked.

"Can we go to the zoo?"

"Cuddly animals will take my mind off of Grandma Williams?" she asked, stray tears still dampening her cheeks.

"Well, that - and - I should probably tell mom that I'm getting married."

~~~ Feeding Time ~~~

At the ticket-area, I stepped up to the window of the cashier that I knew.

"Hey, Linda!"

"Hey, Reggie!"

"Can I get two staff visitor passes?"

"Um? Okay?"

I grabbed Kasey's hand and held the ring up for her to see.

"I proposed to Kasey and I kind of need to go tell mom before somebody else does."

"Holy, shit! Aw, sweetie! That's awesome!" she said to Kasey.

Looking at me she said, "You too, Reg."

I laughed, "Thanks."

"When's the wedding?"

"Three weeks."

"Shit! She's not .."

"No," I laughed. "We .."

"I mean .. I don't think your mom would .. Oh, listen to me! Let me get you those passes!"

She printed out two passes and gave them to me. I handed them over to Kasey and her mom.

"Your mom works here?" Kasey asked, as we headed inside.

"She's the nutritionist."

"Aw, cool."

Mrs. Williams asked, "You know where to find her?"

"This time of day, she should be feeding the little furballs in the children's section. Prepare for cuteness-overload!"

They both laughed.

Mom was up to her elbows in bunnies, gerbils, and hedgehogs.

As soon as she saw me, she handed me a bottle and a small spikey mammal.

"Reggie! What are you doing here?"

"Mom, this is Kasey Williams - and her mom. Mrs. Williams was my .."

".. favorite teacher!" mom finished.

Mrs. Williams looked over at me and grinned.

"Yes," I admitted.

"I think he had a crush on you, dear," mom confided to her, handing her a small mammal to feed.

I started turning pink.

"Kasey .." mom said, thinking to herself.

"Mom .." I warned.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this but Reggie has wanted to ask you out for most of his life."

"Mom!"

"What?!" she asked me, handing Kasey a tiny bunny and a dropper filled with milk.

"Why are you handing them animals?"

"They have staff tags on, don't they?"

"Well, yes, because I asked for them so I could tell you something .."

"Tell me what, dear?"

"I bought Kasey something and I wanted her to show you."

"That's lovely, baby. Oh! Are you dating? You wouldn't buy something for a girl you weren't dating, would you? .. and Mrs. Williams is here .."

Kasey held out her hand.

"Oh!"

She put down her latest patient and lightly clasped Kasey's fingers, politely oo'ing and aw'ing over the ring.

"Oh! My! Reggie?!"

"I asked Kasey to marry me."

"That's .. that's lovely, dear."

She wrapped Kasey (and the bunny) in a hug, "Oh! Sweetheart! Is he behaving?"

Kasey cast a sideways glance to her mother.

"Mrs. Williams! Has my son gotten your daughter into .."

"What?! No! No!" the teacher stammered.

She put down the animal mom had given her and wrapped my mom - and her daughter in a hug.

"He is .. has always been mischievous .. and my daughter and I like to give him a hard time back .. You asked if he was behaving and - well - she's having a bit of fun - making the boy squirm a little - is all."

"Ah! Yes. He is ornery. Came by that, honestly, from both me and his father, I think."

The hugs had ended and mom was looking for her hungry escapee, "So, when is the wedding."

"Three weeks," I said.

"Reggie! You didn't ..!?"

"Mom."

She stopped gasping and looked at me.

"Kasey and I have had some very serious conversations - and we've done a little heavy petting - but we're waiting until we're married to go any further. We just both feel like we've found the right person and there's not really any reason to wait."

Mom looked at Kasey.

"I made a spreadsheet - a very thorough spreadsheet. Reggie scored the highest. We've gone out a few times. I think he's the one."

"A spreadsheet?"

She looked at Mrs. Williams.

"How very empirical! I love it! .. and Reggie scored the highest? What were the criteria? Oh! That's probably too sensitive .."

Kasey held up fingers as she counted off her top benchmarks.

"He's never cheated on a girlfriend and - even when the girl turned on him - he never said anything bad. He's a planner. He's thorough. He's clean. He's playful.."

"Playful is a nice way of saying it. That's enough, dear. I'm so happy for you! Three weeks! Wow! Where?"

"I don't know .. we haven't really .." Kasey staid.

"I wanted to tell you first thing," I interrupted. "I just bought the ring like an hour ago."

"Oh! Sweetie! That's so thoughtful. Thanks for coming."

She gave me a hug and then looked up at my old teacher again.

"I assume you approve, then?"

"I like Reggie a lot. He's everything my daughter said and more. He's been a breath of fresh air in the house. He's very helpful."

"Really?" mom asked.

"Oh, yes, well .. um .. some .. uh .. things hadn't .. uh .. been taken care of since .. uh .. since my husband passed .."

"Oh! That's right! I'm so sorry!"

"Reggie's been helping me .. uh .. us!"

Kasey grinned evilly and jumped in.

"Yeah, he's been helping mom clear out some cobwebs and get the plumbing working again."

"Plumbing? Reggie, I didn't know you knew anything about plumbing.."

"I .. uh .. it was just a clogged pipe."

Kasey chock-laughed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her mother hit her on the back - making it look like she was trying to help her daughter clear a pipe of her own ..

Through her tears, Kasey said, ".. and I heard them polishing stuff in the kitchen the other day."

She snort-laughed, and continued. "I know mom was inspecting one of the knobs when they were done - to make sure .."

She laugh-cried. ".. to make sure .."

"Will you stop?" her mother asked her.

".. to make sure it was clean," Kasey finally finished, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

Mom looked at her - confused by the chortles - and snorts - and tears - but smiling in consolation for the poor girl who seemed to have lost her mind. These two kids were probably driving Mrs. Williams crazy!

"Three weeks? Hmm. Wedding locations? You know, they've got a pretty gazebo over by the flamingos that some people use for pictures. I think I might have seen a small wedding party over there before .."

I looked at Kasey - who was still drying her tears with the sleeves of her T-shirt. She shrugged and half-nodded.

"We'll think about that. Do you think we could get a church that soon - or are we going to have to do it outside?"

"It's June, honey. It's not that hot yet. Outdoor weddings are beautiful."

She looked at Kasey.

"Sorry, hun. I didn't mean to start .."

"No. I appreciate your input. I've always imagined I'd get married in a church - because mom didn't - but it wouldn't be required."

"I can call Pastor John," mom suggested. "He'll probably want to do a couple counseling sessions though."

I nudged Kasey, "Maybe he can counsel Grandma Williams.."

She smirked and shook her head no.

"That'd be terrific, Mrs. Mitchell," she said. "Just let Reggie know what you find out."

"I will, dear. Oh! I can't believe I'm finally going to have a little girl"

She wrapped Kasey in a hug and then started collecting up the mostly-fed animals that she'd handed to everyone.

"You two did well! You can stop by and help anytime!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Mitchell," Kasey said, smiling.

"Please call me Maggie, honey," mom told her.

"I .. uh .. Can I call you mom instead?"

Mom wrapped her in another hug, "That would be lovely, dear-heart."

As we got ready to leave, I told mom, "Benny Franks said to tell you 'hi'."

"You took Kasey there?"

She looked over to my fiancé - who nodded.

"What did you think?"

"It was amazing!"

"I know. I've been trying to go vegan but then I get a craving for one of Benny's monsters - and - well, that's that."

She turned to me.

"Cindy have a boyfriend yet?"

"Mom!"

Kasey chimed in, "I'm working on that - as well as a girlfriend for Nick."

"Ah, yes! What a sweetie. Good girl!"

The animal nutritionist fist-bumped the cheerleader - and then turned to give the science teacher a hug.

"If Reggie misbehaves .."

"I'll use my teacher voice - and send him to the principal's office for detention."

Mom pulled back to look at my mother-in-law-lover.

"You are so beautiful. Your daughter is gorgeous - and smart! I do hope Reggie is treating both of you like queens."

Mrs. Williams hugged her again.

"I truly cannot tell you how helpful Reggie has been."

"Good. Good."

Turning to me, she said, "You need to listen to this woman and do everything she tells you."

I pulled her into a hug, "I'm trying."

"Some days, you are very trying."

"Mom!"

"Go! I'll call Pastor John over my lunch-hour and let you know what he says."

"Thanks, mom!"

".. and I mean it," she said, looking at the two women I loved, "you can come visit me here, anytime. Keep the passes. Nobody ever checks the dates anyway."

"Thanks, Mrs. Mitchell," Kasey said, waving, as we headed for the exit.

No sooner had we gotten outside than Mrs. Williams delivered a healthy swat to her daughter's ass.

Kasey laughed hysterically and took off running down the path.

When she let us catch up, I took her hand and walked on her left. Her mom grabbed my other hand and the three of us walked side-by-side.

I took them past the gazebo on the way out - so they could see it - and the area around it.

Honestly, I was a little worried about what the animals would do with several people in the area. The peacocks were only mildly irritating most of the time - but the ducks and the geese could be downright cantankerous.

Kasey seemed to agree with my assessment - so we decided to see what Pastor John said.

It was close enough to lunchtime that I drove us to one of my favorite food trucks - at the edge of the park.

Mrs. Williams argued that since I'd spent most of my life-savings buying jewelry earlier in the day, she would be paying for lunch.

My chicken tacos were fabulous. The ladies seemed to be pretty happy with their choices as well.

We each picked a flavor of Jarritos to go with our food. After Mrs. Williams had taken a couple sips of her grapefruit one, I asked her for the bottle.

I took it back to the truck and paid the man to add a half-shot of tequila to it. On the way back, I sloshed it around gently to mix it up.

"Try it now," I told her, handing it back.

"Oh! Shit!" she gasped after a drink.

"What'd you do?" Kasey asked.

"I turned it into an energy drink," I laughed.

"Energy drink, my ass!" my MILF-lover giggled. "He turned it into a margarita!"

She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could taste the alcohol. It must've been pretty strong.

I looked over at the guy in the taco truck. He was giving me a thumbs-up. I laughed and waved.

"You want one?" I asked Kasey, confident that I could get her one without any trouble.

She thought about it for a minute and said, "I'd better not. As good as mom's feeling, I'd probably forget my promise about waiting three weeks."

"OH!" I said, jumping up. "I'll be right back!"

She laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me back down, onto the grass, for a hug & a kiss.

When we arrived back home, I got out and opened the car door for the ladies, intending to say my "good byes" and be on my way - several hours later than I normally left.

Mrs. Williams was a little handsy, however, from the buzz of the alcohol, and it was all Kasey could do to keep her from groping me in the driveway - for all of the neighbors to see. She herded her mother and me inside the house.

The trail of clothing led from the front door to the couch - where my hot-ass, former Science teacher lay, sprawled - her arms, breasts, knees, and labia spread wide.

"Reggie! I need you," she cooed. "I've got a pipe for you to unclog with your eel."

She giggled.

I looked at her daughter.

"My bed. Naked."

I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm going to get some kisses - and play with your nipples - while mom fucks herself silly on your willy - if she can find the damned thing."

"I'm not drunk," her mother argued, already getting up to make her way to the designated fucking-zone.

For the next half-hour, I was in fucking heaven - literally.

I laid on my back - with my cock buried in my future mother-in-law - and my tongue in the mouth of my future-wife.

Kasey made out with me - caressing my face, gripping my ears, teasing my nipples, and running her fingers through my pubic hair - while her mother fucked the loving shit out of me.

She may not have been drunk - but her senses were dulled enough that her climaxes were slower coming - and I was struggling to keep from nutting in her before she even got her first orgasm.

Occasionally, her face would intrude - and fight with her daughter to give me kisses. I've gotta tell you that Kasey's kisses were already damned-near lethal - but having the two of them fight over my mouth. Fuck! .. and the kisses were nut-wrenching!

I struggled to figure out what to do with my hands. I wanted to run my fingers through Kasey's hair - pulling her mouth tighter onto my own - and - palm her mother's gorgeous breasts.

I ended up just leaving my left hand to wonder across Mrs. Williams' body - pinching, pulling, and caressing every part I could reach.

My right hand held my fiancé to my face.

I wanted to be fucking her right now - not that her mother was (without a doubt) the best fuck I'd ever had in my life - but I was ready to be with Kasey - to make her mine - to worship her.

I could tell the tipsy teacher was finally getting close and thumbed her clit - drawing little circles.

Her body started trembling.

She tried to pull my hands to her hips but I kept the one on Kasey.

My lovely bride-to-be teased my tongue with her own - and pinched my right nipple hard.

My left hand grabbed my lover's hip and the sounds of our slippery sexes slapping together filled the room.

My cheerleader girlfriend kissed me hard, taking away my breath, and my brain imploded - and I started fountaining mushroom-nectar into the sexiest academic in the world - her mother.

I think I might have blacked out.

When I came to again, my lap was wet from my lover's discharge - and Kasey was holding my face in her hand - lifting my eyelids to look at my pupils.

She laughed and said, "You back?"

Beside me, her sexy-ass mother cuddled against my body.

"What'd I miss?" I asked.

"Mom, riding you to a second orgasm - which she sprayed all over you - while cussing like a sailor."

"So," I said, groggily, "the usual?"

She laughed, "Yeah. The usual."

She gave me a kiss and climbed on top of me.

I looked down. She was still clothed.

"You're gonna be a sticky mess.."

"Oh, she got me, you, and half the room. She should be good for an hour or two at least."

I laughed - still a little sleepy.

Kasey wrapped her arms around me and gave me some kisses that had my head buzzing - well - actually - both heads.

"That's probably not a good idea," I warned.

"Really? You gonna pop that bitch back up and fuck my holes."

"Oh, baby, you're playing with fire!"

"Fine," she complained, giving me one more unholy kiss and climbing off.

She held out her hand and helped me to my feet.

"Shower?" she asked.

"Together?" I clarified.

"She bit her lower lip."

I wrapped her face in my hands and kissed that lip - and again.

"You said I couldn't see .."

"I'm keeping my clothes on," she stated.

"Kinky," I laughed. "I think you're still playing with fire, here."

"Risk it for a biscuit .."

"Mmm. I'll bet your biscuit is mouth-watering .."

"C'mon, stud. Let's get you cleaned up - so you can go home and figure out where you're taking me Friday night."

"I have to wait another whole week to see you?"

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," she said, grinning evilly.

"Absence fills my trashcan with sticky tissues," I replied.

"You kept that picture?"

"Of course - although I'm getting pretty good at just picturing your tight pussy in my head."

"You haven't seen my pussy," she accused.

"It's tight - I know it is - and it tastes like honey."

She pulled me into the shower and turned on the water.

I watched as the cascading spray wetted her entire body - her hair - her shirt - her shorts.

I've always been turned on by girls with wet hair. I'm not sure what it is - but it's so hot - and this girl was smoking before she was wet.

I met her under the steaming jet and made love to her mouth with my own.

This girl - this woman - this bride - my heart .. I was lost.

"Reggie!"

"What?"

"I lost you again, silly. Stop doing that."

"I was just thinking about you - about how beautiful you are - about how much I love you - about how we're going to be married."

"You're such a dweeb. You're right. This was a bad idea. Stand still while I clean your ass up."

My wet, sexy, bride-to-be scrubbed me all over. She was a little naughty on my ass crack - but she was almost clinical on my dick & nuts - I think she was worried she'd start something.

Honestly? I was already rock-hard from just looking at her.

"Out. You're done."

I tried the puppy-dog eyes.

She pulled me out of the shower and started toweling me off. I let her.

When she was done, she led me to the bedroom - her bedroom - where her mother was snoring on the bed - still covered in fluids that were some of hers - and some of mine.

~~~ Good-Byes ~~~

We got downstairs and out the door before my phone chimed with a text from mom, saying that Pastor John would marry us, at the church, in three weeks, if we met him for an hour - each of the next two Saturdays - at 10 o'clock in the morning.

I showed the text to Kasey and she nodded.

"Should we go ahead and set the time for the wedding? Two o'clock or ten?

"Two. Mom will want breakfast one last time before she has to start sharing you."

I replied to mom's text - to tell her the plan.

"Do you need to see the church?" I asked.

"It'll be fine. It'll just be family."

"I'll ask Nick to stand up with me."

"I'll call my cousin - and Cindy."

"I guess I need another guy."

"Let me think about that. I may have another cousin that would fit Cindy."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

She kissed me.

"Start planning for Friday night," she said, hugging me. "Then you can sleep over, give mom her breakfast, and we'll go visit with the minister."

She groped my half-hard cock and gave me another kiss.

A familiar Lincoln Continental cruised by and she waved at her grandparent's car, pulling me into a hug.

"Looks like you're going to get that visit, after all," I said.

"We'll see," Kasey replied. "I think she's just spying."

"Do you need me to stay?"

"No. Go plan our date."

"How about an escape room?"

"Hmm."

"I'll bring Nick and another guy. You bring your cousin and Cindy. Should we invite the moms?"

"Yes on everybody else; no on the moms. Let's get the wedding party together and see how they gel. I like that."

I gave her a quick peck.

"I cannot wait to give myself to you," I told her.

"I thought that was supposed to be my line," she laughed, wrinkling an eyebrow at me.

She gave me another kiss and opened the car door.

"Trying to get rid of me already?"

"I'm sure my mother will be waking up soon - and she'll find some reason for you to stick around," she said, smirking.

I gave her one last kiss and hopped in.

She waved as I headed down the street.

I left their subdivision and got two blocks away before being pulled over by a squad car.

"What seems to be the trouble, officer?" I asked.

I had already removed my seatbelt, gotten out of the car, closed the door, and leaned up against the side.

"We got a tip that an impaired driver was operating this vehicle."

"Really?" I said, seeing a Lincoln Continental approaching a few blocks away over his shoulder.

"Can I search your car?"

"No need to, officer."

"Why's that, son?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure you can smell my breath - and you've already seen me driving - and you're listening to me talk - all with no signs of inebriation .."

"And?"

".. and .. I happen to be able to tell you who called that tip in. She's in the white Lincoln Continental that's approaching from the east."

Stepping two paces back, he glanced to his right and then back to me - checking to see if I had moved.

At this point, Mrs. Williams, who was driving the car, alone, was half a block away.

I checked behind me - and - seeing no other traffic - stood in the middle of the road.

She tried to go around me and I moved to block her. She finally stopped.

I whipped open the passenger door and said, "This nice police officer wants to know why you filed a bogus report."

"I did no such thing!"

"Bullshit! You couldn't get me to stay away from Kasey and now you're wasting the police's time by calling in false information. You know you can go to jail for that shit, right?"

"What?"

"Ma'am?" the officer said, leaning down to look at the bitter bitch.

"He's lying! I didn't call you."

The officer looked back and forth between the two of us.

"Tell him how you know me," I said.

"Why?"

"Tell him."

"This boy has been bothering my granddaughter."

"We're engaged to be married," I told him. "This woman doesn't like me. Earlier this week, she ordered a pizza from the place I work - as an excuse to drag me to her house - and then tried to claim she didn't order the pie - just like she's claiming she didn't call you."

"I didn't."

"Earlier, you said you needed to talk to Kasey. You just drove by when I was telling her good-bye. If you need to talk to her so badly, why aren't you there - instead of prowling past this completely random traffic-stop - to see if the tip you called in would get me into trouble."

"It wasn't me!"

The officer stepped forward and motioned for me to scoot back.

I walked over to my car and leaned against it once more.

"Ma'am. Dispatch gave me your address. Do you have an excuse for why you're here? You don't live anywhere near this location."

"I was going to see my granddaughter."

"To talk to her?"

"Yes."

"Is she home right now?"

"I don't .."

She looked over at me.

"I don't know."

"I am going to suggest, Mrs. Williams, that you find someplace else to be," he told her. ".. and that you stay away from this young man. If your granddaughter has concerns, she can call the office anytime."

".. but"

"Ma'am. This is the last time I'm going to make a suggestion. After that .. well .. things will happen that will require paperwork .. and .. uh .. ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"I hate paperwork."

"Yes. Yes. Okay. I'm going home. Have a nice day."

"You too, ma'am."

He closed the door.

She pulled away.

"I'm really sorry you got tied up in this," I told him.

He started laughing.

"What?"

"That was gonna be my line."

"I'm marrying into this family. I chose this fight. You were just trying to get through your shift."

"Ain't that the truth .." he sighed.

He pulled out a business card and handed it to me.

"I'm going to scribble some notes into a report. I certainly hope that I never have to hear from you again but - if you need anything - please call."

I nodded.

"If you need, say, a coroner .." he said, smiling slyly. ".. under no circumstances should you call me."

"If," I promised him, "I'm around when the old biddy keels over, I will have multiple witnesses to testify that I was in no way involved."

He laughed again.

"What?" I asked, chuckling in spite of myself.

"That just means there's more than one person to be investigated."

I held out my hand, "Thanks. Sorry."

He took it, and said, "Good luck, kid. She seems like a handful."

"As you can see, I'm not scared to call her bluff. She may have my future wife and my mother-in-law shaking in their boots but I've only known her for a couple weeks and I guarantee you I'm not putting up with her shit. I'll pack them up and move them out of state."

"That might be a plan worth looking into, son."

"The wedding's in three weeks, surely, we can make it that long .."

"She gonna be there?"

"She's kind of invited - her husband's giving their granddaughter away."

"Call me. I'll stop by."

"You don't have to .."

"It'll probably save a 9-1-1 call. Just text me the location and the time - and your name."

"Alright, thanks."

"No problem. Stay safe, kid."

"Thank you, sir."

He got into his car and pulled away.

I got into mine, put my Bluetooth earpiece in, and called Kasey - telling her the whole story as I headed home.

~~~ Wedding Planning ~~~

Pastor John caught me after the service to let me know that we'd be meeting in his office Saturday at 10 o'clock - the next two weeks - and that he'd penciled us in the church calendar for a 7 o'clock Friday rehearsal and a 2 o'clock wedding on Saturday, the week after that.

I texted Kasey and told her. She said she hadn't thought about the rehearsal either.

Once I was home, I decided it was time to call dad.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, Squirt."

"Did mom tell you I'm getting married?"

He laughed, "Yeah."

"Sorry. I should've called you sooner."

"Sounds like you've been busy. You've been dating what, like two weeks?"

"It seems like longer but, yeah, I guess."

"Mom said you seem to mesh well. That's good. Find a girl who makes you a better person."

I thought about that for a second.

"Kasey's smart - and goal-oriented - she'll probably have me working my ass off."

"That's good. I'll try to make it to the wedding. I need to talk to my dispatcher and see if I can get that weekend free. Call Grandma Mitchell. She'll want to be there."

"Alright. You doing okay?"

"Horns and brake lights - like always. Heading into construction. Gotta go. Love you."

"Love you too."

I decided I might as well get this done before I got busy and forgot.

"Hey, gma."

"Reggie! What's my favorite grandson up to? You coming to play Uno soon?"

"I'm getting married, grandma - two weeks from Saturday."

"Married?! Gosh almighty. Are you even 18 yet?"

"You sent me a birthday card with $18 in it, grandma."

"I know. I know. So young! Is she pretty?"

"Yes."

"Is she smart?"

"Yes, grandma."

"Is she a good kisser?"

"Grandma!"

"Can you bring her for a visit? I'll make cookies and we can play Uno."

"I'll ask her, grandma. Hang on."

I texted Kasey, "Dad's mom wants us to come over. When's good?"

She replied, "Today works."

"How about this afternoon?" I asked my grandmother.

"Does she like meatloaf? I've got one in the crockpot as we speak. I was going to have some for dinner and freeze the leftovers - but I'd rather share. Bring her for dinner."

I texted Kasey, "Dinner (meatloaf and mashed potatoes) + cookie baking + Uno?"

"Sure!"

"5 o'clock?" I asked Grandma.

"That'll be perfect, dear. I'll boil some potatoes too, then. You like lots of butter, right?"

"Yes! Thanks, Grandma. See you in a while."

"Love you, Reggie."

"Love you, Grandma."

I texted Kase, "I'll pick you up at 4:15."

"I'll be ready. Casual?"

"I don't know. I always just wear a shirt and shorts."

"Love you."

"Thanks for doing this."

"Don't be silly, silly. She sounds wonderful."

A few hours later, I pulled into the driveway of #24 and waited.

In seconds, Kasey came bounding out and jumped in - sliding over next to me to snuggle close.

"Oh! Mom said to show you this .."

She unlocked her phone to flash me a picture of her mom's gorgeous globes - spectacularly naked - of course.

"She didn't want to text - in case Grandma Williams is checking our phones somehow.."

"Tell her I think I see a cobweb or two but, otherwise, it looks okay."

Kasey cackled and texted her mom - and then deleted the picture.

She howled even louder when her mom texted back - but she wouldn't show me what she'd said.

I pulled up to grandma's five minutes early and Kasey slid out with me, gave me a hug & kiss, and held my hand as we walked to the door.

Grandma already had it open for us.

"Reggie! You didn't tell me she was beautiful!"

"I said she was pretty, when you asked."

"Dear, she's not pretty - she's gorgeous!"

Turning to Kasey, opening her arms for a hug, she said, "Welcome, dear."

"Hello, Mrs. Mitchell. It's nice to meet you."

"Fa! You call me 'Grandma' or I'll find a switch - and use it on this no good husband of yours."

Kasey laughed, "Okay, Grandma."

Grandma leaned in, conspiratorially, and admitted, "I'm all bark, dear. I never even used a switch on his father. He turned out okay - except that he never comes to visit."

Kasey giggled.

Wrapping an arm around my fiancé, she steered her to the kitchen - where she had the four-person table set for three.

We all ate more than we should have - and then we baked chocolate chip cookies - two whole trays!

We played Uno - while spoiling ourselves on ice-cold milk - and cookies that were still warm enough to fold over like Salvador Dali clocks.

I lost every game. Grandma and Kasey were pretty competitive; I just played for fun.

Most of the night was filled with questions, advice, and happy stories - but there was about fifteen minutes where my bride-to-be laughed so hard that she'd fallen off of her chair and laid on the kitchen floor - holding her sides.

When Grandma found out who Kasey's grandmother was - and we'd told her a couple stories - Grandma Mitchell informed us that Kasey's grandmother had been a bitter hag since birth and that - "If she hadn't spent half of her time in high school - trying to shove larger and larger items up her twat - she probably could've found a better husband than Harold Williams - who had a fondness for trying to get girls to let him fuck them in the ass with his donkey dick."

After letting that slip, Grandma had blushed, crimson, and refused to talk about either of them anymore - so we'd gone back to playing Uno and enjoying her treats & company.

By the time we headed home, Grandma had given us a sheet of paper with all of the names we'd come up with for the invitation list, a dozen sandwich-sized Ziplocs - with four cookies each - to be handed out like Christmas gifts - and all the kisses & hugs we could handle.

Kasey was enamored with Grandma - and my dad's mom seemed to be pretty darned happy with my choice of marriage partners.

She assured us she wouldn't miss the wedding for the world.

Back at #24, I walked my fiancé to the door - where my mother-in-law mewled until I leaned inside the doorway, gave her kisses - and briefly groped her cleavage - before kissing my bride-to-be good-night.

Kasey texted me a picture of the invite-list as I drove home. I had more people to call or text than I had expected. For a ceremony with just family, this was turning into more than I'd bargained for.

Monday morning, I started through my list - beginning with Nick & Paul.

Paul was a PC nerd who'd been one of the few to act like he'd enjoyed working the concession stand when the Computer Club had to take a turn. I thought he might be a good fit for Cindy. He was geeky - but practical and down-to-earth.

Several hours later, my list was done - once I'd finished answering the phone calls and texts that resulted from sending, "Hey! I'm getting married two weeks from Saturday."

I dumped out my pants pockets - to do laundry - and found the police officer's business card. I sent him the location and time for the wedding, along with my name.

Ten minutes later, he replied, "Just to let you know, the computer recorded the caller-ID of your antagonistic in-law's cellphone for that tip the other day. I added a note to my report."

~~~ Escape ~~~

On Friday night, I picked up Paul & Nick - and met the girls at The Great Escape.

After introductions - where I got to meet Kasey's cousin, Natalie, for the first time - we headed inside to pick which room we wanted to do.

Overall, we did pretty well - only needing a couple hints from the Game Master. Everybody contributed in some way and we escaped the room with three minutes to spare.

It was still pretty early but we were ready to eat - and tried to settle on a place to go.

Cindy didn't want to go to her workplace on her one night off - so Benny's was out.

We were having trouble picking something everybody could agree on. Finally, they decided they wanted pizzas - but nothing with a dining room was open.

Nick offered his place - so we headed there. On the way, I called Pop's and ordered the pies - giving them his address.

Like the classic geek - Nick lived in his mom's basement - but - that's where the cliché ended. He had a full apartment - with a complete kitchen - and he was busy turning half of the basement into a theatre - with lounge-chair seating.

Natalie took one look at his setup and ran back out to Kasey's car to grab her equipment. She helps her dad with audio & video systems and - since Kasey had picked her up straight from work - she had all of her gear.

She set up a tripod - with a 360 camera - and sent a picture-scan thing to her tablet. She punched a few buttons and it told her where to reposition the seating to - and how to set up the speakers - to get the audio & video perfect.

I think I saw Nick drooling. He might even have been looking at Natalie at the time.

Cindy & Paul were tasked with making popcorn - while Kasey & I ran to get more drinks. We caught the delivery guy as he pulled up.

Natalie & Nick were lost in some anime discussion so I grabbed an old Monty Python's Flying Circus and threw it in the player.

Everyone was so busy talking that I'm not sure any of us even watched the recording.

A couple hours later, we said our good-byes to Nick - and headed out the door. Both of the guys had phone numbers for the girls we'd picked for them - so I thought it went pretty well.

I dropped Paul off and stopped by my house to grab my overnight bag - before heading to #24 Mulberry - where I pulled in just as Kasey was getting out of her car.

Expecting her mother to pounce on me as soon as we were inside, I stepped up, took her in my arms, and spent a little time, showing her how much I loved her.

After a lengthy, steamy lip-lock, I glanced out of the corner of my eye to spy her mother, standing in the doorway, tapping her foot impatiently.

Kasey saw my glance, looked over, laughed - and pulled me in for another breath-stealer.

"Please .." I heard Mrs. Williams imploring.

Kasey pulled my face to hers - and waited for me to look into her eyes. She whispered, "I almost gave in last week. I loved it - but my self-control is slipping. I need to be careful."

She kissed me but kept my face in her hands.

"I'm going to bed. Help mother with the cobwebs and I'll see you in the morning."

She kissed me, once more, and took my hand, escorting me into the house - and the waiting arms of her nude matron.

Without another word, the bare, naked lady of the house grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She took me to the foot of the bed, pulled my pants and underwear to my knees, shoved me backwards, and climbed on top of me to skewer herself with my rigid rod.

She grabbed my hands, pulled them to her marvelous mounds, and held them there - as she fucked my meat in & out of her perfectly-pink pussy.

I fondled her breasts and enjoyed her ministrations - waiting for her to get her first orgasm - which was, obviously, preventing clarity of thought.

She had been in a hurry before - but this was the first time I'd had sex while being nearly fully clothed - not that it wasn't good - and not that my lover wasn't one of the most beautiful women in the world - but I wanted to be a little more actively involved.

Soon enough, she was moaning - and getting louder - and I knew she was close.

She trembled & shuddered - and collapsed forward, onto me, to grab my face and shower me with kisses.

"I've missed you," she said.

"I could tell," I laughed, reaching down to fondle her ass.

"Mmm," she moaned. "I like that."

"Me too," I said - giving her a kiss on her perfect mouth - which turned into a Pokémon-sized collection of kisses.

"You better now?" I asked her.

"A little. Can you get undressed and hold me like this? I need to feel you."

She rolled to my left and crawled across the bed to lay her head on the pillows - watching me strip.

There was no primal urgency in her gaze - but I could tell she was restless.

Naked as the day I was born, I walked to the side of the bed.

She pulled back the covers.

Once I was in place, she climbed into my arms, laying sideways on top of me, and pulled the sheet & blanket over us.

I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

"Reggie?"

"Yes, beautiful."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The words came without hesitation.

"Is this going to work?" she asked me.

"I think so."

"I'm scared," she admitted.

"That Kasey will want me for herself?"

"Yes."

"It's a risk. However - your daughter is highly logical - and almost painfully hard-headed about keeping promises."

"She did promise.."

I nodded - and kissed her neck - and nibbled the bottom of her ear - just where it met her neck.

"Did you really have a crush on me?"

"You caught that, huh?"

"Yes."

She finally smiled. I had begun to get worried.

"Every straight male who sees you stops to look a second time. Any who ask you to repeat what you said are doing so because they got so brain-bashed by your gorgeous face & body that they've lost track of what you were saying."

She smiled and I continued.

"Kimberly-Clark's best-selling brand is Kleenex - just from all of the guys who buy boxes & boxes to replace the ones they used to clean themselves up after jerking off to the image of you they've held in their minds for hours - if not days."

"You're such a suck-ass."

"Didn't Kasey say Principal Douche-Bag was sending you flowers? Hell. I swore he was gay."

"Yes."

".. and Old Man Jenkins ran to the janitor-closet to beat his meat every time he saw you in the hallway."

"That's a little hard to believe."

"Ask anybody .. or check the graffiti in the boys' restroom .."

She turned her head to look at me, finally deciding to give up the argument. She gave me a kiss and turned her head back to let me nibble her ear some more.

"If I tell you something," she asked, "do you promise not to tell anyone."

"Even Kasey?"

"She already knows."

"I promise."

"I've had dirty thoughts about students before .."

"Oh?"

"I'll just say that I was very happy when your name sorted to the top of Kasey's spreadsheet."

"I'm .. uh .. wow."

She turned her body sideways to face me. Her ample breasts rubbed against my chest. It wasn't the friction of our bodies touching that threatened to make my heart melt - but it didn't hurt.

She pulled her knees up a little - bumping them against my ribs - and tucked her feet into my sides - just above my hips. Her feverish sex was pressed against my pubes. My achingly-hard cock was bumping against her labia as she hunched her quim against my body - lightly stroking herself along the top of my rod.

She eased her hips up and I felt the tender lips of her pussy cuddle the ridge of my distended cock-head.

She stopped - and then slid back down again - to rest herself on my body.

I wanted to grab her hips and pound my cock into her tight channel - but she was still hugging my upper-body - so I kept holding her.

Again, she raised up - and again she teased me - and came back down to rest her twat against me.

Once more, she repeated it.

After the fourth time, I cleared my throat to ask her what she was doing.

"Am I driving you crazy?" she asked.

"You know you are."

She did it again - pausing at the top - to make me think she might relent - and plunge my raging meat inside of her fuck-hole.

"Poor, poor, Reggie," she said - brushing her quim down my length once more - resting her pussy against the front of my pelvis.

I started to move my arms but she said, "No!" - and then bit down on the edge of my jaw.

This time, when she raised up, she lifted her pussy high enough for the head of my cock to nudge against her slippery entrance.

I prayed for deliverance.

She hunched her pelvis forward and slowly plowed my aching cock into her tight wetness.

My arms were locked around her, holding on for dear life, and I heard myself whimper at the glorious relief of finally having her blessed friction stimulating every surface of my painful hard-on.

Slowly, her experienced, powerful pussy claimed my manhood.

When I was fully seated inside of her glory - and her taint brushed my testicles - the levy broke.

I whimpered again - as my penis started blasting jet after jet of cock-sauce into my mother-in-law.

She held still until the final drop had left my body - searching for her egg.

She released her bite - but trapped my lips in a soul-sucking kiss.

She held me, captive, as she slowly raised and lowered her hips.

Every stroke - in & out - wrung up and down my meat - squeezing it - milking it - searching for one last drop of my seed.

Her breathing was heavier.

I had cum so hard that I felt empty - but still her body wanted more.

I felt my sticky spunk - inside of her - trying to escape - as she slowly fucked herself on my delirious dick - moaning louder and louder with each stroke.

She ground her sexy slit up & down on my penis a dozen times - her arms gripping my body tighter and tighter - and her breath growing ragged.

Finally, she stopped kissing me - and laid her head, sideways, on my chest.

She hunched her pussy onto my stiff rod one last time - and her body tensed - and then started shaking.

I kissed the top of her head and held her tightly as she came - hard - her pussy squirting a little at the end.

~~~

If you're new to this story, go start with the first episode. If you're not new, you already know we're moving from sex with an older woman - to sex with a bride/wife and her mother. I don't plan to push the incest side of things - but it's gonna get a little "taboo" from here on out ..

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~~~ Saturday ~~~

I woke up, again, in a cozy bed that was not my own. The room was, once more, bathed in sparkling sunlight. When I opened my eyes, however, it wasn't my former Science teacher looking at me - but her gorgeous daughter. She smiled.

"Hey," I said, smiling back.

"Hey."

The sunlight made her hair glow - and her crystal-blue eyes looked like sparkling gemstones.

"I could get used to waking up like this," I said, grinning.

"That's a little surprising to hear, considering I'm usually finishing my cereal to the slurping sounds of my mother using her filthy mouth to vacuum every available drop of semen from your body via your pecker."

"I'd like to peck you .."

"Two more weeks.."

I nibbled on the edge of my lower lip and she scooted forward to kiss me there. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to show her how much I loved her.

Within a couple minutes, she had the palms of her hands on my shoulders - pushing me away.

"Easy, Tiger. I thought I could sneak in here and have a little peaceful cuddling - without risking sexual assault - but I see, now, that that only works as long as you're snoring."

I set my palms to my chest - fingers spread wide - and mimed my best, "Who me?" look of innocence.

She giggled - but climbed off of the bed.

"C'mon. Mom's sulking because I ran her off before you could wake up to give her breakfast. She's probably naked, on the couch, waiting for you to fill her belly with your man-milk."

I took the proffered hand, stood, and brought her fingers to my mouth for a kiss.

"Not happening, Romeo," she giggled. "Let's go."

She darted out of the door and down the hall, bounding down the stairs like it was Christmas morning.

"What are you two doing?" I heard her mother ask her.

"He's trying to molest me," my future bride complained, loudly.

By the time I arrived, her mother was giving me the teacher-scowl.

"Eat your breakfast - and then give me my dessert. When we're done with that, we'll get cleaned up and go help your mom feed the cuties."

My libido calmed a little when my lover mentioned my mother but - as soon as my food was gone - and the bowls and spoons were in the dishwasher - she started undressing me. The sex-drunk libido was back. My balls were churning once again.

Kasey sat in her usual chair, scrolling through something on her tablet, glancing over at us occasionally.

Her mother moved an ottoman, laid me - from the couch - across the footstool - with my feet on the floor.

Resting my head & shoulders on the couch, I watched as she gave me a little striptease - my manhood rising to the occasion.

The show didn't last all that long because - as usual - she was naked under her house-robe - but she was amazing to look at. Every part of this beautiful woman turned me on. When I wasn't stiff from feasting with my eyes, I was hard from her saying vulgar things about wanting to be bred.

She walked over, stood on either side of the ottoman - and lowered her body onto mine - impaling herself on my tent-pole.

"Mmm," she moaned.

I reached for her hips but she swatted my hands. Kasey looked up from her tablet and laughed.

This woman was gorgeous when she was naked - but - I have to tell you - she looks even more amazing when she's got your cock buried inside of her.

Her body wasn't moving. Her weight was resting on her thighs as she half-squatted over me.

Outside, she was still, unmoving; inside, however, the muscles - up and down the length of her molten channel - gripped and grabbed at my needy cock.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

She leaned forward, gripping my upper-waist - her thumbs digging into the sides of my belly. I would have complained but she was starting to move up & down - and her fabulous pussy was all I could think about.

Up - and back down. Circle a little. Up & down. Circle. Circle. Circle. ("Fuck!")

Up - and back down. Up - and back down. Circle. Circle. Circle. ("Fuck!")

She was killing me. She delighted in making me wait - in stretching our love-making out.

I just wanted to smash our bodies together until we came - she just wanted to torture me!

I reached for her again and she caught my hands, crossed them over my chest, and leaned forward - onto them - trapping them against my body.

My lower-half was all I could move - but I knew better. I was already on probation for trying to grab her. I'm not even sure if I was reaching for her mommy-sized mammaries - or her child-bearing hips. I laid still and prayed she'd let me cum soon.

Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Circle.

"Fuck!"

She grinned at me - the sadistic bitch - the beautiful, sensuous, .. Fuck she was hot!

Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Circle. Circle. Up & down. Up & down. Up & down.

Fuck! I was so close!

Circle. Circle. Circle.

I groaned.

Kasey snickered at me. Looking at her mother, she said, "You're evil."

I couldn't stand it anymore!

I rolled and pushed - and succeeded in getting her to lose her balance and tumble off of me to the floor.

I pounced - like a tiger on fresh meat.

I don't know how - instinctively, I guess - but - as I landed on top of her body - my cock drove straight into her tightness - drilling as deeply as it could go.

She gasped a little - either from the change in position - or my dick pumping the air out of her body as it filled her.

I held her hands over her head and stared into her eyes - those wicked, beautiful eyes.

I pounded my cock into her. There was no love-making. There was no sex. There was no merging of two into one. I needed to fuck. I needed to cum. I needed to fill this tease - this seductress - this succubus - I needed to fill her - to breed her - to own her.

I rutted with her like a wild animal. I felt spittle pooling at the corner of my mouth as I did nothing but focus on slamming my cock in & out of her fuck-box.

I expected to see fear or alarm in her eyes - but - if anything - I saw a reflection of the feral lust that I knew burned in my own.

Her body tensed, thrummed, squirted - and still I pounded into her.

My orgasm was coming. It was a tidal wave - a tsunami - it was going to carry me away when it arrived. I rushed to meet it.

My cock was smashing in & out of her sex so hard that I could feel the carpet chaffing my ball-sack. It didn't matter. Nothing else mattered.

My orgasm was coming. That was the only thing that mattered.

When it hit, my body went rigid. Only my testes, my ductus deferens, and my urethra were working - expelling the seed from my body with as much force as they could muster.

I was frozen.

My teacher-lover fucked herself up - onto my stationary stem - reaching for her next orgasm.

Her climax arrived when she felt my fiery seed splash against her womb. She clung to me.

When it was over, I was hollow - empty - exhausted. I collapsed forward - onto her body - the last drops of my semen oozing inside of her. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe.

She hugged me and kissed me and wrapped her legs around my waist - encouraging all of my potent seed to remain safely inside of her.

"You're playing with fire, mother," Kasey laughed.

"It was perfect! I came so hard and still he pounded me," she cooed. "The last one was just icing on the cake."

Kasey laughed, "I think I see a little icing trying to escape, mom."

"Sorry," I mumbled to my sexy lover - as I attempted to lift some of my weight off of her.

She clung harder to me, pulling me back down again.

"You're right where I want you, handsome. I owe you a little rest for pushing you that hard."

"I'm surprised I didn't pass out," I admitted. "I came so hard!"

Mrs. Williams laughed, "Too bad I'm not ovulating right now - that might have done the trick."

I glanced over at Kasey - to see what she thought of the idea of me knocking her mother up with her little brother or sister.

She was smiling - seemingly happy that I'd been able to give her mother what she wanted. Or .. maybe she was just happy that I wouldn't be trying to hump her leg for an hour or two ..

I looked into the face of the beautiful woman - the temptress who had turned me feral for a few moments.

"You're still evil - but you're so fucking gorgeous."

I kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, and her nose - and her lips again.

She finally let me climb off of her.

Taking my hand, she said, "C'mon, stud. Let's go get a shower."

The two of us walked, naked, up the stairs.

I played with (and sucked) her titties a little - beneath the steamy spray - but - otherwise - we got our business done and got out of there.

An hour later, we were helping mom feed the baby mammals again - each of us arguing that our little critter-patient was the cutest one of the bunch.

Mrs. Williams had not forgotten our promise to take her to Benny's the following Friday - and she invited mom along.

Mom was more than happy to help chaperone - and get her hands on one of Benny's sinful burgers.

I told her we'd leave our place at five - grab the girls - maybe go play putt-putt or something - and then finish up wrangling one of Benny's meat-monsters.

When all of the critters were fed, we gave mom hugs and headed back home.

We dropped Mrs. Williams off and left for the church - getting to Pastor John's office just before our scheduled time.

He talked to us about finances, relating that money was the biggest cause of break-ups. He also talked about not basing a relationship on lust - or even love. He didn't really ask a lot of questions - just gave us some stuff to think about.

Before we knew it the hour was up. He shook our hands and we headed out.

In the car, Kasey and I checked our phones. She had a message from Natalie - and I had one from Nick.

Neither of us were quite clear on the details of who had invited whom - and under what premise - but Natalie had ended up at Nick's - where they watched anime, ate pizza, and talked.

They hadn't kissed - hadn't touched (other than sitting next to each other) - but they'd chatted until late - and slept at opposite ends of the couch (clothed) - and then went to IHOP for breakfast. They both seemed pretty excited about their new relationship - and were happy to take things slowly.

Cindy, meanwhile, was texting Kasey - asking her if she'd ever had a boy suck her clit.

Paul, apparently, had been doing some serious internet research into how to make a girl fall in love with you - and he was trying everything he'd read on our favorite burger waitress.

Based on the text I got from Paul, Cindy had enjoyed his honest efforts well enough that she had reciprocated. Paul said it was the most amazing thing ever.

I got an email that fall registration had opened for the community college that Kasey and I would be attending. I stopped by the house and grabbed my laptop.

When we got to her house, Kasey ran upstairs to grab her computer. We sat down at the breakfast bar and started figuring out what we were doing.

I'd already talked to my counselor - as had Kase - so we had the list of the classes we needed to take - but now we had to turn that list into an actual schedule.

We both needed Composition - so our plan was to take that together, if we could work it out.

As a starting point, we planned to get all of our classes out of the way before lunch - which left the afternoon for work, homework, and errands.

The software class I wanted only had one session in the morning - same deal with my hardware class. I had two choices for Spanish, one for Calculus, and one for Physics - which had a Tuesday/Thursday lab - in the evening. Mack wasn't going to be happy about that but at least it wasn't our busy nights.

Kasey had taken two years of French in high school but decided to try Spanish - so we could have another class together. It would also give us the advantage of having a practice-partner that we already knew.

By the time we were done, we were able to be together for Composition, Spanish, Calculus, and Physics (including, obviously, the lab).

I felt a lot better about my chances of surviving college-level Science classes if I could depend on Kasey (and her mom) to help me through the harder parts.

Kasey was in Chemistry when I was in Software Development - and Engineering Disciplines when I was in Systems Architecture.

Neither of us were looking forward to taking History classes so - for now anyway - we had pushed those back to our sophomore year.

Mrs. Williams hung over my shoulder and groped my crotch about halfway through our task but Kasey ran her off.

She retreated to the couch and pretended to read a magazine. It was obvious she wasn't really looking at the thing because she was holding it upside-down.

When Kasey pointed that out, she threw it down in a huff and stomped up the stairs. Kasey cackled in laughter. I tried to hold it in - but ended up busting up as well.

Once our classes were scheduled, we applied for whatever aid & scholarships we saw pop up. Neither of us were what I would classify as poor - but we were still going to struggle a little - so every tiny bit helped.

In Kase's case, it might give her a way to get out from under Grandma Williams' tyrannical rule earlier. Unfortunately, however, any monies she was awarded would just reduce the balance owed - which would actually just save the old hag's pennies.

Maybe there was a heart in there, somewhere, and she'd at least share a little of it with Kasey? I know, I know - but a boy can dream, right?

I closed up my laptop, put it in the bag, and gave Kasey a hug & kiss - intending to leave.

She talked me into sitting on the couch and cuddling - waiting to see if we could stall until her mom came out of hiding - and maybe guilt her into fixing us a late lunch.

I sat on the edge of the couch and waited for Kasey to put up her computer.

When she returned, she jumped over the back, slid between me and the seat, and wrapped her arms & legs around me.

I melted back into her. This felt so good!

I leaned my head backwards and she gave me a Spiderman kiss. She must've gotten the image in her head at the same time as me and we spoiled the kiss by giggling and blowing air into each other's mouths.

She pushed my shoulders forward a little and started playing with my hair. I don't know if a girl had ever done that before. The hairs - all up and down my neck & back - were standing on end - and my dick was getting hard.

"Um, Kase?"

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna need to stop that."

She snickered, "Why?"

"It's a little erotic."

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah."

"I think you get a hard-on from any bodily contact," she complained.

"Well, honestly, the hugs were just super-cozy - but this hair thing has me feeling like I touched an electric-fence."

"Switch me."

"What?"

"Trade me places."

I got up and she scooted forward. I climbed behind her and sat down.

My dick was immediately very happy.

"You pervert!"

"There is nothing perverted about your perfectly-proportioned posterior."

She snort-laughed.

"Get your dick out of my ass, mister!"

"Can't. Just focus. I'll try to get it to behave."

"Whatever."

She leaned her head forward and I massaged the back of her neck - and her shoulders.

"Mmm. That's nice."

I worked from her cheeks, to her ears, along her neck, down to the top of her spine - and then a little harder on her shoulders.

"Easy .."

She rolled her shoulders and raised her head up.

I ran my fingers through her hair - massaging her scalp - along the top - along the front - down the sides - and back along the top.

"That feels good but I can kind of see what you're saying. If I imagine you're coloring my hair, it's okay - but - if I think about your penis in my ass .."

"You're thinking about my penis being in your ass?"

She growled at me and jumped up. Her mom was standing behind the couch.

"Do I need to separate you two?" Mrs. Williams laughed.

"Mom! Reggie's touching me inappropriately."

"Seemed pretty appropriate to me," she said, chuckling. "You two hungry?"

"Yes!" we chorused together.

"I'll make sandwiches if you two will get salads, some fruit, and drinks."

I'm not sure that was the menu Kasey had been hoping for - but we went with it.

As we ate, Mrs. Williams asked us about our conversation with Pastor John. I don't know if she was worried that we were going to admit to the two of us fucking - or if she was just generally curious about the meeting.

I grabbed Kasey's plate & things and followed her mom to the dishwasher. She put her items inside, took what I was holding and added it - taking a little longer than necessary - leaning forward a little more than was required.

I lifted the edge of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. She hadn't moved. I assumed she was waiting for something. I stroked the tip of my finger along her slit - it was wet.

"Yes.." she moaned, "Please, Reggie.."

"Please what?" her daughter called from the table - where she had her tablet out.

"Your mother has no panties on under her skirt and she's bent over the dishwasher - begging me to help her out."

"Just push the start button," Kasey giggled.

Her mother scowled back at me.

I reached between her legs, found her distended clit, and gently rubbed it.

"Fuck, yes!" Mrs. Williams, gasped.

"Did you get it turned on?" Kasey asked, looking up again and giggling.

"Not sure," I replied. "I may have to try again. Maybe I didn't push the button hard enough."

My future mother-in-law stayed where she was - but she spread her knees - giving me easier access to her button - and everything in between.

I dropped my pants, slotted my now-swollen prick into her perfect pussy - and then reached around to hold onto her clit again - before shoving forward and burying my penis inside of her exquisite quim.

"Fuck!" she moaned, grabbing hold of the counter with both hands to steady herself.

My hands went to the counter as well - just outside of hers - as I started drilling in & out of her amazing pussy.

"You get it started, finally?" Kasey laughed.

Neither her mother nor I could compose a sentence to respond.

I wasn't sure about my former teacher - whose beautiful body I was currently invading - but I couldn't even come up with a whole word.

I grunted as I powered my aching cock in & out of her slippery sex.

I kept my left hand on the countertop - but reached under her blouse to find her tender titties - to abuse those - like I was abusing her taut twat. She wasn't wearing a bra.

I groped both of her breasts - thumbing her nipples until they were rock-hard - continuing to drive my flesh-sword in & out of her gripping tightness.

My balls were churning - building a huge load of splooge for me to dump into this woman - my fiancé's mother.

Her moans were getting louder - as were my grunts - and still I plowed her depths.

Her sexy sounds were propelling me. Her pussy felt so good - dragging up and down the length of my rod.

"Fuck!"

I was getting so close!

I gripped her right breast - hard - and started really pounding into her.

We both grunted as our sexes slammed together - again and again.

I stood up, grabbed her hips with both hands, and started jackhammering her twat - my nuts slapping against her mons each time I bottomed-out inside of her.

I don't know if my eyes rolled up into my head or what - but the lights went out. I was fucking blind.

It didn't matter. I was standing at the edge of the abyss. So - fucking - close - just - a - little - more ..

"Fuck!"

Dancing lights went off inside my eyelids.

I started pumping jets of seminal fluid into my sexy Science teacher - and still I pounded her.

Each time my cock drove deep, it fired another blast of seed at her womb.

Every. Fucking. Time.

I could see again. I was awake.

I was laying over the top of my lover's back. Her fingers were white. She was still gripping the countertop. She was panting.

"Sorry!" I apologized, willing my body to move - but nothing happened.

"s'okay," she replied. "Not. Heavy. Just. Came. So. Hard." she finished.

I finally got my strength - and stepped back - sliding my sloppy cock from her raw twat.

I looked down. Mrs. Williams was a mess. She had shit running everywhere. Some of it looked like mine - but most of it looked like hers.

I grabbed the quicker-picker-upper and started cleaning her legs, the door of the dishwasher, and the floor.

She was still leaning forward - gripping the counter - catching her breath.

When I finished discarding the refuse, I went to grab my pants - to pull them up - but she stopped me - turning to face me - taking my cock & balls in one hand - and using her other one to pull my face to hers.

"Thank you," she said, as serious as death itself, and then pulled me into a kiss that was threatening to reawaken my cock. Her hand, massaging that very item, wasn't helping.

I gave up, threw my arms around her, and kissed her like I'd fucked her - hard. Her hand left my cock and reached around to pull me more tightly to her face.

When we were both breathless, she leaned her forehead to mine and whispered, "I love you. I'm so glad you agreed to this whole messy arrangement."

"Messy is right," I laughed, looking down.

She laughed as well - and pulled me into a bear hug.

"Fuck!" she said, "I'd forgotten what it was like to be loved."

"You're very easy to love, beautiful," I said, pulling her chin over for another kiss - this one as soft as her fabulous breasts.

"You're such a suck-ass!" she laughed - but kissed me again. "You fucked me good, young man. I'm gonna have to go shower. Want to join me?"

"Mother," Kasey laughed, "he's never going to get home if you don't quit."

"He's like a little teddy bear," her mother complained. "He's so adorable and cuddly, I can't help myself."

"Yeah," laughed Kasey, "a teddy bear with a nice dick."

"It is nice," her mother said, grinning. She grabbed my jaw and gave me one last kiss before she headed upstairs - leaving me to start the dishwasher.

"What time do you go to church?" Kasey asked.

"Why?"

"I should probably go with you."

"Pastor John won't care," I replied.

She just looked at me, waiting.

"10 o'clock."

"Pick me up at 9:30?"

"If you want."

"Yes, please - and come give me a kiss like that one you just gave my mother - before you grab your stuff to head home."

I picked her up and carried her to the couch.

"Reggie .." she warned.

I dropped onto the couch and sat her, sideways, on my lap - hugging her and kissing the corner of her mouth until she finally gave up and faced me - so I could give her a clit-tingling lip-lock.

"Mmm. That's nice. I love you."

"I love you."

".. and mom?"

"I do love your mom."

".. and her pussy?"

"She has a very nice pussy," I agreed.

"Is this going to work?" she asked.

I laughed. "You just sat at the table and talked me through foreplay with your mother. Yes. I think you get almost as much out of my relationship with her as you do mine with you."

"Will that change when we're physical?"

"We're physical right now."

"You know what I mean, dummy."

I waited.

"Sorry. You're not dumb."

"Show me your pussy and I'll forgive you."

"You're just after my body."

I waited again.

"That was out of line. You have been more patient than any of the others."

"I've only had to wait like a week. We dry-humped the other day and I thought I broke you."

She kissed me - gently but firmly.

"You are being patient. I should be nicer to you."

"So, you will?"

"Will what?"

"Show me your pussy."

"In two weeks, we will be married. When that happens, you had better be ready. Until then, no touching, no looking, no .."

"Licking?"

I'm not quite sure how she managed it but she was straddling my lap, and tickling my sides.

"Stop! Stop! I'll quit!"

"Are we a little ticklish?" she giggled.

I was trapped. "Yes!" I gasped. "Please! Stop! I'll be good."

She hugged my neck and kissed me, grinding her pussy on my crotch.

I was gasping for breath when we separated and she said, "You are good - and I love you - and I want to show you my pussy so bad!"

She gave me one last peck and then climbed off of me to return to her tablet at the table.

I grabbed my pack and stopped to give her one more kiss before heading out the door.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

I sat between Kasey and mom during church, holding my fiancé's hand.

Mom looked over at us a couple times and smiled happily. When she did, Kasey squeezed my fingers.

Pastor John greeted us on our way out - and then said, "See you Saturday."

I gave Kasey a kiss and hug when we dropped her off.

On the way home, Mom commented on how cute she had looked in her sundress. I thought about how much I wanted to see her out of it. She was hot, no matter what she wore.

We met a Lincoln Continental on the road. Since mom was driving (we were in her car), I texted Kasey, "Hag might be coming - or just patrolling. We just met her on the road."

"Thanks. Love you."

"Love you, too. Mom liked your dress; I liked your ass."

"Your ass is nice too."

A couple seconds later, she asked, "Where do your mom's parents live? Should we visit?"

"Florida. We could FaceTime."

"Should we?"

"Probably. You wanna come over later?"

"Okay."

I looked over at mom.

"Kasey's gonna come over later so we can FaceTime Mimi & Pop."

"Oh! That's nice. Hmm. Think Mrs. Williams might come too? I've got stuff to make tacos. It would be fun to have company."

"I'll ask."

"Mom's making tacos and wants to know if you wanna bring your mom for dinner."

"Hang on."

We were almost home by the time she answered.

"Mom wants to know what to wear."

"Tell her to wear a suit," I sent, adding the birthday-cake emoji - hoping Kasey would figure out what kind of suit I was talking about.

"LOL! I'll tell her."

A few seconds later, she sent, "I will not repeat what she said. LOL! NSFW!"

I couldn't think of anything safe to reply - so I just left it.

Mom & I had sandwiches for lunch and then she got on Facebook while I went to my room to play a computer game.

Paul & Nick signed in and we chatted about how things were going.

Natalie had gone to church with Nick. He was over the moon that she was interested in a real relationship - and not just a quick fuck. I was super happy for him.

Paul said that Cindy had tapped on his window after closing at Benny's, last night, and had climbed inside when he opened it. She shoved him down onto the bed and used her mouth to slide a condom onto his cock.

He said they were making his bed creak so loudly that he was worried they were going to wake up his parents. He had shot off early - before Cindy could cum - but he got her off with his mouth.

They had lain together and chatted until almost two. Then she had crawled back out of his window and headed home.

We weren't really paying attention to the game - with catching up on each other's lives - and we were getting our asses handed to us.

Mom yelled and I signed-off - heading to the kitchen to help her get all of the taco fixin's ready.

We were low on sour cream so she sent me to the store. I grabbed a carton of Purple Cow's Mackinac Island Fudge ice cream for after.

I got back just before Kasey & her mom knocked on the door.

I let them in. Kasey gave me a kiss and went to give my mom a hug. Mrs. Williams gave me a kiss and groped my dick with one hand while hugging me with the other.

I turned my body so that, hopefully, my mother couldn't see where my mother-in-law's other hand was.

My MILF-lover winked at me and gave me another quick kiss before heading into the kitchen to greet my mother. Meanwhile, I tried to adjust the tent in my pants.

After dinner - and ice cream - Kasey and I headed to the couch to connect with mom's parents - whom I had texted after lunch to set up the call.

Mom and Mrs. Williams went down the hall, to the den, to give us privacy.

My grandparents already knew we were getting married but were ecstatic to get to see (and talk to) my bride before the big day.

They cruise the beaches, early each morning, looking for treasures - and getting in their steps. They promised to bring us a bag of beach-loot when they came up for the wedding. I quietly hoped the big shark's tooth that I had spotted on the end-table would make it in there. I'd wanted one forever but - every time we went down to visit - I never had any luck.

When Pop & Mimi signed off, Kasey and I chatted a little - going over a few more of the wedding details that seemed to pop up endlessly.

I asked her if my stalker had visited. She laughed and said no - apparently she was just being nosey.

Finally, we went down the hallway to check on the moms. They were chatting.

Kasey asked her mom if she was ready to head home. My former teacher asked about the restroom and then excused herself to stop there first. We chatted with mom until Mrs. Williams returned.

Mom gave them both hugs and then I walked them to the door - where Kasey got a hug & kiss - and her mom groped me to hardness again - while kissing the life out of me - before her daughter smacked her on the ass and told her to get moving.

I stopped at the restroom before heading to my room. When I walked into my bedroom, I found a pair of Mrs. William's panties on my pillow. They were still wet with her sensuous juices. Her scent was so strong, it was almost tangible.

I laid the surprise gift back on my pillow and went to play a couple more computer games before bed.

Paul & Nick joined me again but this time we focused on the game - instead of talking about our love-lives - and we did a lot better.

Signing off of the game, I'd already thought about my plan. I stripped naked and sat on the side of my bed - with the wastebasket in front of me.

I held my Science teacher's pungent panties to my nose and jerked my meat while thinking about how wonderful her pussy felt every single time I'd gotten the chance to fuck her.

In no time at all, I was empting a box of Kleenex to clear away the evidence of my sin. I stuck the intoxicating undies in the drawer of my nightstand. I was pretty sure I would need them again later.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

Nick called. He and Natalie were going to go see a movie - and invited me and Kasey along. I texted her and she was up for it.

Kasey sat next to her cousin so they could talk - as if they didn't pretty much talk every day anyway .. so .. I didn't see much of Nick. He seemed to be happy holding Natalie's hand and watching the movie.

Afterwards, we hit McDonald's for sweet teas and French fries.

Kasey started telling Natalie about Cindy's clit-text and soon they were giggling like schoolgirls.

Natalie noticed Nick getting embarrassed, though, and wrapped herself around his arm, giving him a peck on the cheek. He looked back at her like she was the only person on the planet. She tucked her head into his neck - the top of her scalp nestled against his jaw.

"Someday," she promised him, in a whisper. "You and I have a few more ghosts to bury first."

She looked back up, into his face. He pursed his lips and leaned forward. She met him halfway.

It was short - and sweet - and - afterwards - as she snuggled into him again - she looked over at Kasey and mouthed, "Our first kiss."

Kasey reached over and squeezed Natalie's hand. I nodded my head at Nick.

We finished our treats and said our good-byes.

As I started the car, to take her home, I told Kasey about the panties her mother had left in my room.

"What did you do with them, dirty boy?" she asked, knowingly.

I told her - in detail.

"I should probably take those back home - before your mother finds them," she said.

I drove to the house. Kasey followed me in, staying quiet - since mom appeared to have gone to bed already.

In my room, with the door shut, she made me show her what I had done with her mother's secret gift.

I didn't move the trashcan but I got undressed, laid across the bed, held the panties against my face, and slowly stroked my cock.

She took the panties from my face and told me to put my hands under my ass, palms up.

She climbed onto the bed, straddled my head, laid her mother's musky panties across my face, and lowered the crotch of her Daisy Duke's onto my lingerie-covered mouth & nose.

My already-stiff cock got even harder. It struggled to grow - to reach my lover - to feel her touch.

Kasey leaned forward - her clothes dragging across my naked body - setting my nerves on fire.

Her soft hand wrapped around my swollen rod, slowly - tentatively - stroking - down to the root - and back up to the head.

I moaned.

She stroked me again - so slowly.

I tried to chew through her mother's panties to reach the cloth of her shorts.

"Stop. Just me."

I think I whimpered.

Kasey had, obviously, gotten a bit of her mother's wicked sense of humor.

She released my dick, spit into her hand, and then lathered her saliva into the head of my prick with her palm. The stimulation was ball-wrenching. I squirmed and moaned.

"Be quiet."

She wriggled her ass around - rubbing the lacey panties across my face - chaffing me - reawakening the smell of her mother's sexy juices on the garment. I inhaled deeply. The smell of her mother's pussy filled my sinuses and sparked memories of my cock buried inside of that gloriously-tight gash.

I groaned.

Kasey stopped tormenting my cock-head and went back to stroking me. Faster now.

"Kasey," I warned.

I was close to reaching my limit. She was driving me insane. The stimulation, the smells, the weight of her body on top of mine - this was as close to sex as I'd ever had with my beautiful bride.

Her right hand was stroking me; her left teased my sac - stoking the fires in my belly - spurring my testes to produce more and more seed. More! More!

I was in trouble. It was coming. I was cumming!

Still she stroked me - her hand so soft. I thought of her face - so close to my sex!

"Ugh!"

My body tensed and focused all of its energy on delivering my spunk from my testicles to my piss-hole.

My ejaculate was going to blast all over the floor of my room - but there was nothing I could do about it - honestly - I didn't care. Kasey was still stroking my dick.

I felt a sock envelope my cock - the coarse material brushing across the skin - over-stimulating the already sensitive head.

Kasey's hand was slowly stroking again - just before jet after jet of semen fired from my aching penis.

She reached down and massaged my nuts, encouraging the last of my seed to accept their quest. Her hand grasped my sock-covered cock and slowly stroked me, milking me dry.

When the last of the aftershocks had stopped pulsing through my rod, she pulled the sock off - dabbing at my seed-spitter to clean away a stray drop.

As she climbed off of my face, her mother's panties slipped to the side - and I saw a wet spot in the crotch of her shorts. I giggled.

"What?"

"That got you off?" I asked, laughing.

"Maybe. Pervert. Your sock's a mess."

"I came so hard," I admitted.

"I noticed," she laughed.

"Would you hate me if I told you I was hoping you'd suck me?"

"No - but I'm waiting. When you get to see my pussy, we'll see what you do with it. I might reciprocate."

"I'll wait. I love you."

"I know you do. You wouldn't put up with our torment - mine and mom's - if you didn't love us."

"Maybe I just like it."

"Maybe - but I don't think so."

She leaned down and kissed me. She took the naughty panties and tucked them back into the drawer of my nightstand.

"I thought you were taking them home."

"You can keep them another day or two. You earned it."

"I did, huh?"

She nodded and bit her lower lip.

I stood, wrapped her in my arms, and kissed that lip - a bunch of times - showing her how much I was in love with her.

"Get dressed. You still need to drive me home."

It was quiet in mom's room so I was hoping we hadn't wakened her.

As I pulled onto Mulberry Street, Kasey called out, "What the fuck?!"

I looked up to see a white Lincoln Continental sitting in front of the house - two doors down from Kasey's.

I eased up next to the vehicle but, as far as we could tell, there was no one inside.

We looked at the house she (obviously Grandma Williams) was parked in front of - but every light in the house was off - which wasn't too surprising since it was almost 10 o'clock at night. The house across the street was just as dark.

I put my car in park, got out, ran around - between our vehicles - and confirmed that the old hag wasn't lying in the floorboard.

Since I was already out, I ducked down by her driver-side, rear tire, unscrewed the cap, turned it in my fingers, and used the edge to depress the check-valve, slowly letting the air out of her tire.

I was a little nervous - because it was going more slowly than I had hoped. Kasey opened my glovebox, found a plastic fork, and handed it out the window. Now we were cooking!

I doubt you could hear the air escaping from the tire - in a muted whistle - from too far away but - from where I was at - it was deafening.

In a couple minutes, the tire was low enough that no one should be driving on it. It wasn't flat - but it was going to create problems.

I replaced the cap, ducked back around to my door, and climbed in. I dropped the car into gear and eased into the driveway.

"Can I sleep on the couch?" I asked my fiancé, grinning.

"Sure," she said, shoving me out of the car and clambering out behind me, giggling.

She ran upstairs and grabbed us pillows.

I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants, laid my pillow on the arm of the couch, crawled into my makeshift bed, rolled to my side, and pulled the throw over me.

Kasey threw her pillow on my butt and laid on me. While she was getting situated, her finger jabbed me in the shit-hole but she claimed it was an accident. Even if it had been - which I doubted - she giggled about it far too long.

Nobody knocked on the door. Nobody tapped on a window. Nobody's phone rang - but - when I left Kasey's house - early the next morning - Grandma's Williams' battle-boat was nowhere to be seen.

Just for S&G, I drove by her house. The garage door was down, as usual, so I wasted my time. Fuck! Now I'm being as nosey as her!

~~~ Thursday ~~~

Mom was fixing breakfast when I came in the door.

"Were you and Kasey here last night?" she asked.

"Yeah - for a little while."

She nodded, knowingly.

"Are you being careful?"

"We're just playing around. No sex. We haven't even done oral. We're waiting."

"That's TMI. I probably shouldn't have asked. I just .. I worry."

I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you for that."

"I'm glad you're honoring her trust."

"She's very special."

"Her mom likes you a lot."

"I am very fond of both of them. We haven't really talked about it but I expect that I will be moving in there once we're married."

"I kind of figured - since you've been gone half the weekends since you started seeing her."

She pulled back to look at me.

"You don't think you're moving too fast?"

I thought about me, laying on Kasey's bed, making out with her - as her mother rode my cock until I filled her with danger-sauce.

"It's definitely been a bit of a wild ride," I said, only realizing - after the words had come out of my mouth - what a double entendre it was. "She is one of the most analytical girls I think I've ever met."

"She's beautiful."

"She is - but she isn't stuck up."

"You've liked her for a while."

"Until she hit me with this spreadsheet thing, I didn't even think she knew I existed. As it turns out, she had really done her homework - no pun intended."

Mom giggled.

"I'm having an egg sandwich and a glass of Sunny D. You want some?"

"That would be great."

Since she was already standing at the stove, I grabbed the carton of eggs and the juice jug for her - and went to collect a plate, fork, and glass. Mom cracked two eggs into the still-warm skillet.

I threw two slices of bread into the toaster, poured our juice, and returned the cold-stuff to the fridge.

As we ate, I told her about taking Kasey home and discovering Grandma Williams' car - although I didn't mention what I'd done.

"That's why you stayed there?"

"Yeah. Her grandma's nasty - and Kasey & her mom both get really anxious whenever she's around. I thought I'd stay in case the witch showed up at the door. The car was gone when I came home though."

"She definitely seems to have an overactive interest in what's going on in that house," mom said.

I didn't say anything else. This was the first time I had mentioned Grandma Williams and the story was sordid enough that I didn't want to give mom everything - because I'd have to be careful about not revealing things I should be keeping quiet.

I thought back to what my dad's mom had said about the woman, however, and just about shot my Sunny D out of my nose as I was finishing my juice.

"You okay?!" mom gasped, jumping up.

I was laughing as I ran to grab a paper towel to clean myself.

"Yeah - just thinking about something Grandma Mitchell said about Kasey's grandma. Apparently, she remembers her from school."

"If my mother-in-law doesn't like her, there must be a reason," mom said.

"Grandma said she obviously hasn't changed much over the years," I said, paraphrasing generously.

"Oh, my!" mom replied.

~~~ Friday ~~~

At five o'clock, mom & I got into her car to head to #24 Mulberry.

On the way there, it started to rain. Since I'd tentatively planned to go putt-putting, I needed a new idea. Mom wasn't too hot on mini-golf anyway - so she wasn't disappointed.

I texted Kasey. She checked with her mom - but their first suggestion was also an outdoor activity.

I thought about how much fun the wedding party had, doing the escape room challenge, and asked Kasey if she thought the four of us could handle one by ourselves. She said she thought her mom would like it - and I was pretty sure mine would as well.

We let the moms pick the room. It was a blow-out! We were out of the room with 15 minutes to spare - and Kasey & I barely even got to help. The moms however, had a heyday - and were unabashedly joyful about their victory. The girl at the counter told us that only one other group had beaten that room with a faster time.

We bought the two of them T-shirts that proclaimed their triumph - with the name of the room emblazoned across the front.

Mrs. Williams immediately ripped off her blouse to don the new shirt - briefly flashing her lacy boulder-holder to everyone in the lobby during the exchange. I was just glad she'd been wearing a bra!

Mom excused herself to the ladies' room and came back wearing her new shirt as well.

We got in the car and headed to Benny's for dinner. Mrs. Williams rode up front with mom - and Kasey rode in the back with me.

The two of us were just holding hands - and sitting close - but my future mother-in-law kept looking back at us like we were having sex. Kasey finally stuck her tongue out at her mom and she turned to face the front.

We walked into Benny's to see that the place looked completely different - well - not completely. The kitchen, the counter, and the seating was the same - but the menus were now digital - and the old cash register had been replaced with a tablet.

Cindy giggled and showed me that she could undock the device to take our order at the table.

Paul waved from the booth in the back - where it looked like he'd set up a whole computer shop.

Benny came out to say hello to mom - and to meet Mrs. Williams. He was gushing about all of the updates that Paul had made.

We left Cindy's dad talking to the moms and went back to see Paul. When she stood next to him, he reached around and grabbed her butt. She leaned down and gave him a kiss.

She told us that her dad was so excited about everything Paul was doing that she was secretly worried that the two of them were in love - and she was just the side-bitch.

Paul had updated Benny's website - adding online ordering - with a printer in the kitchen that spat out a ticket for each order - so Benny could keep them all straight.

He had also managed to bring the restaurant's inventory & ordering system into the new century. Cindy said her dad was amazed at how the computer had already ordered what they needed - before Benny even knew they were running low.

They'd had signs made for two parking spaces, devoted solely to curbside-pickup - and were going to be getting three more for when things were busy - and things were busier than ever!

The online ordering had almost doubled their sales. Cindy said her dad was so happy that he'd taken Paul's suggestion to close on Mondays & Tuesdays without blinking an eye.

Everybody's stress was much more manageable - now that they got a break each week - even with them being busier the other days.

Paul had grabbed a couple big-screen TVs on the cheap during Prime Day and had moved Benny's menus from analog to digital. Everybody was happy about not having to dig out a step-ladder to update prices - and customers seemed to go crazy over the pictures Paul had added for each menu-item.

Cindy confided that her dad had asked her if she was "taking good care" of the boy - to make sure he stuck around. He'd even taken her to the doctor to get her on the pill. Paul started blushing when she mentioned that part. She leaned over and whispered, "Two more days. You'd better be ready." He turned as red as a beet - but he was smiling from ear to ear.

We got back to the table to find that Benny had already headed off - hearing the kitchen printer coughing up a fresh round of requests.

Cindy grabbed the tablet to take our orders while Paul & Benny argued over which of them was going to pay for our meal.

Despite Kasey claiming she was going to pick a smaller sandwich - the last time we had come - she ordered the same thing I did, saying that she just wanted leftovers to take home. Mrs. Williams - and my mom - went with the "junior" version.

Kasey and I sat side-by-side - each of us across the table from our future mother-in-law. The moms, of course, were pestering us for more details on all of the wedding plans - since it was just over a week away.

When the food came, Mrs. Williams didn't use a knife to cut her sandwich in half. She looked at me lustily, opened her mouth wide, and shoved as much in as she could. Under the table, she had slipped her foot from her sandal. As she wedged the meat-monster between her lips - and stared into my eyes - she was stroking my cock with her bare foot.

There was no way I was going to be able to eat while she was doing that, so I calmly waited for her to finish - hoping she didn't finish me first.

She finally gnawed a bite off of the beast-burger and started to chew. I picked up half of mine to grab a quick bite before she decided to try for Round 2.

She didn't foot-fuck me anymore - while we were sitting there - but she took a really long time sucking her fingers clean when her food had disappeared. I swear she licked (and sucked) every finger at least twice. Thankfully, my mom didn't seem to notice the sexy show her seat-mate was giving me. Kasey did, however, but she kept quiet. I assume she was hoping not to draw extra attention to the scene - but maybe she was just enjoying her mother teasing me - yet again.

I admit that I had been a little curious about how the evening's arrangements were going to go - but I've gotta admit that I was surprised when mom pulled into the drive, put her car in park, and went to the trunk to grab an overnight bag.

Apparently, the moms had arranged for a slumber-party of sorts.

We started out at the kitchen table, finishing off the shakes that we'd brought home from Benny's, while playing cards.

After that, everyone changed into jammies and gathered in the front room.

Kasey and I snuggled on the couch while the mom's took over the recliners. We dimmed the lights and talked until after midnight. At that point, Kasey and her mom grabbed a couple more throws and some pillows.

Kasey got one end of the couch - while I got the other. The moms reclined their chairs and tucked in for the night.

I had warned Kasey and her mom - when my mother had gone to change into her pajamas - that she snored loudly.

Within a few minutes, however, they got the first real taste of what that meant. Kasey ended up grabbing a tissue and wedging small chunks of it into her ears.

~~~ Playing with Fire ~~~

Sometime - in the wee hours of the morning - I woke up to the feeling of hot, wet suction on my penis.

I leaned my head up to find Mrs. Williams kneeling between my knees - with her head & shoulders covered by the bottom half of my small blanket.

Not five paces away, my mother was lying, unconscious, in a recliner - with her head thrown back, her mouth hanging open, and the sounds of a sawmill billowing out of her throat.

Mrs. Williams was being quiet. There was no head-bobbing. There was no "gak, gak, gak" - as the head of my cock bounced off the roof of her mouth. There was just the endless, powerful suction along my entire cock - as she slid her face forward & backward, forward & backward - over & over & over again - as she slowly fucked my penis with her lips, mouth, tongue, and throat.

I couldn't moan. I couldn't groan. I wanted to reach for her head - to tell her to stop - but I didn't want her to stop - not until I was done.

("Fuck!")

It wasn't as if Kasey or my mother were going to be confused about what was happening - if they woke up and looked over at me - at us. Mrs. Williams was, quite obviously, sucking my dick.

So, I threw the throw to the floor.

It had to have been suffocatingly-hot under there - and I didn't want this sexy seductress to have any reason to stop what she was doing.

If she noticed the blanket being removed, she didn't act like it. The pace of her mouth - fucking itself onto and off of my aching cock - never faltered.

My entire length was thrumming - anxious for what was coming.

My former Anatomy teacher stared into my eyes as she sucked my cock in & out of her mouth. Her lips & tongue added slippery friction to the glorious gripping her throat muscles were giving my glans.

I noticed her hand was moving and looked down to see that she was fingering her naked pussy - the pussy she had shaved two weeks ago. She had no clothes on! Not a stitch! Fuck! If mom woke up, it was the end of the charade.

I watched the full breasts of my lover sway - back & forth - as my dick passed over her lips - to be buried deep in her throat - only for her to lick down its length as she pulled back once more.

She shuddered as her orgasm arrived.

Her mouth stuttered on my cock - which amplified the stimulation.

But it was her jiggling breasts - her frantic fingers - and the look on her face - as her climax claimed her - that set my balls to belching my seed down this wanton woman's tight throat.

I reached over and grabbed the back of her head - to make sure the cannon-blasts bypassed her mouth and headed straight for her stomach.

Based on her face, she was still lost to her own crescendo - and drowning her in cock-snot would be poor manners.

Mom stirred - and stopped snoring - as the last burst of semen left my penis and fired down Mrs. Williams' throat.

I froze.

I was sitting/laying on the couch - next to my fiancé - holding the back of my mother-in-law's head - with my rigid rod rammed down her throat - as the last of my man-milk filled her belly.

She mumbled in her sleep, pulled the throw up a little, relaxed, and went back to snoring.

("Fuck!")

I looked down to see Mrs. Williams grinning at me - with her mouth full - as I held her face on my still-stiff cock.

She started to pull back and I released my grip. She retreated - until only the crown was in her mouth - which she sucked one more time.

Silently, she crawled up my body - pressing her mouth to my own - which prevented me from crying out in alarm as she slid my cock inside of her juicy twat.

("For fuck's sake!")

I was fairly certain that every ounce of semen had been vacuumed - forcefully - from my body - and there was no way this woman - this sexy bitch - this hot-as-fuck MILF - was going to be able to coax any more from me.

Apparently, that was not part of this Science teacher's equation. Unable to speak - because of what her lips & mouth were doing to mine - I was helpless - as I listened to the squelching sounds of my slippery rod sliding in & out of my mother-in-law's pussy as she fucked her needy twat on my battered cock.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought, and grabbed her perfect ass, groping & grasping as she used me as a human dildo.

Finally convinced that I wasn't going to scream, she stopped kissing me and laid her head on my shoulder - her mouth millimeters from my ear.

"I came so hard," she whispered, ".. and you're going to make me cum again."

I held my lips closed tightly - to remind myself not to moan.

"What will happen if your mother wakes up?" she teased. "Will she tell the world what a whore I am? How I'm addicted to my son-in-law's cock? Will the school district fire me for fucking one of my students?"

Mom stirred again and my lover gasped in my ear - I thought she had seen something - and a terrible jolt pounded through my chest - but she was just fucking with me.

The adrenaline coursed through my veins, making - if it were possible - my cock even harder.

My shameless lover started fucking me faster. How were the two of them not hearing this - how were they not waking up?

My heart was pounding in my chest.

My dick was swollen and sore - aching from trying to grow more surface area for this woman's pussy to stimulate and stroke.

I wasn't sure how she had managed it but my fun-bag was full again. My testes were painful from being overworked - but excited to be back in the game once more.

Her body felt so right. There was never a time when I didn't want to fuck this woman - to feel her body against mine - skin to skin - or to have my manhood buried deep in her vagina - trying to reach inside of her womb - to deliver my seed - to fill her - to breed her.

Lost in my own mind, I hadn't realized how loud she had gotten. Her breath was ragged. She was racing to oblivion.

She squeaked and her body tensed. Her pussy squirted on me - and that was the end.

For the second time in God only knows how many minutes, my testicles were firing every drop of semen they could produce into my lover's trembling tightness.

I grabbed her head and kissed her hard - to keep the curse words from spewing from my mouth the way my seed was spewing from my penis.

When the tension had finally passed, I held her cheek to my chest and gasped for breath - smelling the tang of our sex in the air.

My bride-to-be's mother raised herself up, gave me a gentle kiss, and climbed off of my body.

She reached down, grabbed my throw, threw it on top of me, walked back to her recliner, and picked up her pajamas.

I watched, by the soft glow of the nightlight on the stairs, as my adult lover slid her sexy, naked body back into her fuzzy PJs.

She sat down, laid the recliner back, pulled her blanket up to her neck, winked at me, and closed her eyes.

~~~

From this point forward, Reggie repeatedly refers to Mrs. Williams as his mother-in-law during sex - so I'm switching the category from Mature to Incest/Taboo - since that's not socially acceptable in real life.

~~~

~~~ Saturday ~~~

In the morning, Kasey and I straightened up the front room while the moms started on breakfast - real breakfast - not just bowls of cold cereal.

The doorbell rang and Kasey went to see who was there. I heard her gasp in alarm and ran across the front room towards the foyer - to meet Grandma Williams hurrying in - having shoved her way past her granddaughter.

"What the fuck, Grandma?" Kasey yelled, catching up to her.

I stood in her path, "What do you want?"

"Who's that hussy?" she asked, looking past me, over my shoulder.

I didn't really need to turn to look - since there was only one person in the house that she didn't know - but I did anyway. Of course she was looking at my mother - whose eyes were open wide.

"Not that it's any of your fucking business - but that happens to be my mother."

She didn't even have the decency to look chagrined at calling my mother a whore. She was peering around the front room - apparently looking for evidence of some misdeed.

"You are trespassing," I informed her. "Leave now or I will call the police."

"You wouldn't dare. I own this house."

I ignored her phishing attempt. I hadn't seen the papers but I was pretty sure the deed was in Mr. & Mrs. Williams' names - regardless of how much Kasey's grandmother had donated to the cause.

"You remember your police officer friend from the other day? I just happen to have his business card in my pocket. He specifically told me that - if I had ANY concerns - I should call him. Did you know that he confirmed that it was your number that called in that tip? He added that information to the police report that he filed."

Looking around the room and - obviously - not finding the den of iniquity that she'd expected - she stepped back.

"Fine. I'm leaving."

As she turned to go, I cleared my throat and said, "Just so you know, there will be an order of protection on this house by the end of the day. If you need to talk with Kasey or her mom in person, you can call and make an appointment to meet them at a public place."

She harrumphed but, otherwise, didn't respond. She did, however, slam the door on her way out.

I followed her - to make sure she'd actually left - and wasn't hiding somewhere in the house.

I waited until her Lincoln backed out - and then pulled away. There was a new tire on the driver-side rear.

I returned to the kitchen - where all three of the women in my life were staring at me.

I looked at mom and said, "Welcome to the Grandma Hates Me Club."

"No wonder Grandma Mitchell said bad things about her."

"What did your grandma say, Reggie?" Mrs. Williams asked me.

Kasey looked at her mom and said, "Nothing nice - and Grandma Mitchell is a lovely person - so that should be enough said. I would assume her memories of her former classmate were unembellished. The simplest response to your question would be that the woman has been this way all of her life."

Mrs. Williams nodded.

Mom stepped over and wrapped an arm around her, "I'm so sorry."

Kasey's mom sniffled, "I loved her son - and he loved me. He gave me Kasey. It was worth it."

Kasey joined the hug.

Meanwhile, I texted the police officer - making good on my threat to have an OP on the place by the end of the day.

When the sniffles had diminished, I said, "Kase?"

"Yeah?"

"Guess who had a new tire on their car?"

She started laughing so hard that she was holding her sides.

As we finished making - and then devouring - our breakfast, Kasey and I relayed the rest of the story about Grandma Williams' new tire.

When we had finished the tale about our protest against the neighborhood peeping Tom, my mother-in-law got out of her chair, walked over to me, and kissed me on the mouth, saying, "Thank you, Reggie."

My mom raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

I went to help Kasey's mom with the dirty dishes and she bent over the open dishwasher and turned to give me a wicked look.

I started belly-laughing.

Mom, of course, asked what was going on.

I told her that - the last time Mrs. Williams & I had been loading the dishwasher - there had been a mishap and Kasey's mom had ended up soaked.

"Yeah, that thing's a little sensitive," Kasey added, "you've gotta be careful about which buttons you're pushing."

Mom just smiled as the three of us giggled.

When mom & I had collected our things, Kasey & I gave Mrs. Williams hugs & kisses. I didn't make the kiss too long - but mom didn't even react this time - even though I know she noticed that I kissed Kasey's mom on the mouth again. Mom stepped up and gave her a hug as well. She suggested that Mrs. Williams keep the house locked up while the two of us were meeting with Pastor John.

As we headed to the door, I reminded her that the wedding party was going to the waterpark for the afternoon - and that we wouldn't be back until around dinner time.

She responded that she'd have something hot for me to eat when I returned.

I started to reply but Kasey swatted me on the ass and shoved me out the front door.

My mom just looked back and forth between the three of us.

Mom drove us home.

I ran in to grab my cinch-sack for the waterpark - and my car keys. I gave her a hug - and a kiss on the cheek - on the way out the door.

Pastor John asked us how we were doing, what problems had come up, and how we'd resolved them. We mentioned that Kasey's grandma was being a pest but that, otherwise, we thought we had most everything handled.

He offered a few more topics about maintaining a happy relationship and then prayed with us. As we left, he told us to call if we had any questions but that - otherwise - he would see us Friday at the rehearsal.

We told him that he was welcome to join us for dinner at Benny's after practice and he said he might come - commenting that he really enjoyed their burgers & fries.

Kasey and I hit the taco truck for lunch and then headed to the waterpark.

When she came out of the locker room, she had on a black one-piece that had hot pink trim & spaghetti straps. She looked amazing. I felt my cock rising to greet her and I did nothing about it. Fuck - she was hot!

She smiled, shyly, at me and I noticed that her nipples were hard. I wanted to touch her so badly - but I'd already agree to be good.

Nick showed up next. He paused, briefly, looking at my fiancé and then told her she looked gorgeous. He was being completely genuine and Kasey took the compliment with a smile. We walked over and sat on the edge of the shallow pool - waiting for the others to arrive.

Cindy was, obviously, worried about her curves - and tried to hide it with a swim-dress. It was cute but she would have done her body more justice to go bold. Curves aren't my thing - but - it was pretty obvious that Paul liked what he saw. The lifeguard yelled at him to go easy with his hands.

Natalie came out in a one-piece like Kasey's - but Nat's had a printed design down the front - where Kase's was plain.

The eye-catching part of Natalie's suit, however, was the zipper - outlined in white - that ran from her neck to her navel. It was zipped all the way up - but the allure was that she could make it as sexy as she wanted - whenever she wanted.

A stream of curse words came out of Nick's mouth that would have had Pastor John worried.

I suggested we go hit the waterslides and Nick complained that he wasn't going to be able to stand up for a little while. Natalie glided over and offered him her hand - but he still wouldn't get up.

She leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. The next thing I knew, he was leading the way to the waterslides.

When Kasey asked her what she had said to him to get him to move, she replied that she told him, "The longer it takes you to move, the lower I unzip my zipper."

Kasey laughed but then leaned closer and whispered, "Looks like Nick's packin', Cuz..." I only heard what she said because she was holding my hand as we walked through the crowds. Natalie punched her in the arm and giggled.

It's probably not very nice to admit, but, I'm proud to say my girl was getting more looks than anybody else in the place. "If they only knew ...," I thought. "Her mother is just as hot."

Kasey's cousin, Natalie, was no slouch either - and so gentle with my friend. I was ecstatic with how things seemed to be turning out for Nick.

Three hours later, we had done just about everything there was to do - and were relaxing on the lazy river - when Paul got caught trying to slide his dick into Cindy on the two-person inner-tube - and we were asked to leave.

Cindy was fairly unapologetic. She told the lifeguard this was the first time she'd had a boyfriend who was brazen enough to try to fuck her in public and she was pretty damned happy about it. The lifeguard apologized but stated that she was just following the rules. She suggested that Cindy take him to Coney Island or the zoo.

Outside, at the park entrance, Kasey talked a passerby into taking a few pictures of the wedding party. I realized, at that moment, that we didn't have anybody lined up to take photos of the ceremony. After we said our good-byes, as Kasey and I walked to the car, holding hands, I asked her about it. She said Natalie's little sister was pretty good with a camera and she'd give her a buzz.

When she turned to answer me, she caught me leaning backwards to watch her ass as we approached the car. She released my hand and reached down to stroke my hard-on through my swimsuit. I moaned.

She sprinted ahead, laid her towel on the hot hood of the car, and hopped up to sit on the edge - opening her arms for me to cuddle.

I advised her that this was not a good idea - my cock hardening even more at the sensual buffet before my eyes. She stayed put, inviting me in.

I think she expected a kiss - but I dove into her arms and started nibbling the rigid bumps on the front of her suit. Her fingers twined into my hair as she gasped and then started giggling.

I hugged her tight body and chewed and sucked her breasts through the cloth. I leaned back and then looked down - spying one more bump that needed attention.

As I leaned into her arms - pressing my lips (finally) to hers, I teased my middle finger up the little camel-toe in her suit and lightly stroked that other bump.

Kasey hissed, "Fuck, Reggie!"

I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her from the car-hood and held her to myself. Her legs went around my waist - ankles locking behind my ass. My hard-on was very close to its happy place. I kissed her hard - and she returned every bit of it.

"Damn, Kase! I don't know if I can wait a week!"

She giggled, "Play nice, or you're going into time-out, mister."

"Fuck, Kasey! I'm starving here and you're a damned buffet!"

She hung from my body - her arms and legs locked around me. My cock was trapped - pressed up against her kooch. The urge to rip her thin swimsuit off of her and pound my cock into her virgin pussy was threatening to usurp control.

She giggled and kissed me - her fingers working through my hair - turning me on more - making my stiffy worse.

"Kasey ..." I growled.

"Poor, poor, Reggie ..." she teased, nibbling the edge of my jaw.

"Unless you want to lose your virginity in the parking lot of Wacky Waves, we need to stop."

She giggled, but - after claiming one more kiss - released her hold on me - and slid down to stand on her own.

I picked up her towel, folded it twice, handed it to her, and opened her door. Once she was in, I went around to my side.

I slid behind the wheel - into an arm around my shoulder, a kiss on my cheek, and a little thigh-stroking that was turning into a hand-job.

"Girl - you are playing with fire," I warned.

She giggled, released me, and slid clear over to lean against her door.

I'd been in trouble - but now I was missing her touch. As I made my way through to the exit, I looked over to see that her suit was half-way off. She was tweaking a nipple with her left hand as her right was rubbing up and down the crotch of her suit.

"Fuck! Kasey! You're gonna kill us!" I complained.

"Eyes on the road, big boy," she laughed.

I pulled over to the shoulder, put the car in park and turned to face her.

"You cannot expect me not to watch you, vixen. Fuck! You're lucky I haven't already jammed my cock into that pussy of yours."

She must've finally seen the flames in my eyes. She laid the towel on her lap, rubbed her forefingers around her nipples one last time, and then pulled the suit back up. Her one act of rebellion was to leave the hot-pink spaghetti straps dangling under her armpits.

"I'm horny, Reg," she moaned.

"I can definitely appreciate that, Kase, but you cannot expect me to control myself while I watch you do that. I either need to be able to take care of myself while you are - or I need to help you."

"You could jack off while you drive us home," she offered, a wicked look on her face.

"I'd be watching you rub yourself off and wreck us, baby."

"Fine. Drive us home. I'm sure mom can keep you busy while I get myself off."

Looking at my crotch, she said, "Did your dick just get bigger?"

"Probably," I admitted. "You and your mother do bad things to me."

Kasey giggled, "... and you love it."

I nodded, dropped the car into drive, and headed for Mulberry Street - trying not to think about how I could physically get my dick into my wife and my mother-in-law at the same time. I failed.

"Kase?" I asked, as I spotted the Pedo-Van, parked directly across the street from #24.

"Don't know. We'll ask mom if she's talked to Mrs. Jordan."

We both looked at the vehicle as I pulled in. Kasey waited on the sidewalk; I headed over to see if anybody was in it.

I couldn't find any people in or around it. There were a couple small holes on each side - much like the camera lens on my Google Glass knock-offs. There was a dash-cam above the rear-view mirror - but I couldn't tell if it was on or not. I didn't see anything in the back - but assumed there was another one there.

I was guessing that Grandma Williams had finally hired that private investigator - or was just making her actions more overt - while carefully skirting my rules of engagement.

Mrs. Williams was standing there, buck-assed naked, when we closed the door.

"Kasey," she started to ask.

"Hold a sec, mom. Have you asked Mrs. Jordan about the van?"

"What van?"

"There's a surveillance van, sitting in front of her house. Probably Grandma's PI," she said.

"I'll call her after Reggie fucks me. I promise!"

Kasey turned to me, "Couch. Naked. Sitting."

I moved to obey - struggling to get my pants off with my cock & balls inflating at the thought of fucking the hot MILF who was standing there, watching me undress, and salivating.

Kasey started to tell her mother to go get her phone but realized the cougar had already targeted its prey and was moving to attack.

I was barely seated before the sexy Science teacher had straddled me - stuffing her breasts into my mouth at the same time she was stuffing my cock into her quim.

She seemed to be managing the pace of things downstairs - so I contented myself with nursing on her fabulous fun-bags.

"It's ringing," Kasey said, as she handed her mother the phone.

"What? No!" she said, as her hand reflexively wrapped around the device.

Staring daggers at her daughter, she put the phone to her ear.

I continued feasting on her breasts as I used my hips to thrust my anxious cock in & out of her vagina as she talked to the neighbor.

"Mrs. Jordan? Kelsey Williams. <pause> Yes, yes. A week from today. Yes. They're just inviting family. <pause> He's very nice. You've probably seen him. <pause> Yes. They've known each other forever and just started dating a few weeks ago. <pause> That's sweet of you to say! Yes. Kasey, obviously, is head-over-heels ..."

She looked into my eyes and I darted forward to give her a peck on the lips.

"He's a sweetie! Yeah. He's actually helping me with something right now."

Peeling the top of her swimsuit down and dropping onto the couch next to us, my beautiful bride-to-be giggled, "Yeah. Clearing out more cobwebs..."

Kasey massaged her tight breasts and squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. My cock got bigger, watching her titillate herself.

Kasey reached over and pinched her mother's nipples until she had her attention. "Van," she said.

"Hey, Deloris? Does that van in front of your house belong to a guest? <pause> No. It's not ours either. <pause> I'm not sure how long ... <pause> Sure. <pause> Yeah. The kids noticed it when they got back from the waterpark. <pause> Yeah. I think I would call them too."

Her first orgasm took her. She reached to put her hand on my shoulder - to steady herself - and missed - shoving my head back as she palmed my face - and held on.

"Oh! <pause> Fuck! <pause> Sorry, Deloris! <pause> Got a little light-headed there. <pause> Yeah. Stood up too fast. <pause> Yeah. <pause> I'm gonna lie on the couch a sec. I'll talk to you later. <pause> Yeah. Let me know what you find out. <pause> Thanks. You too. Bye."

She threw the phone towards the arm of the couch and it slid into the corner. Her hand on my face wrapped around my jaw - and the other one clamped onto the other side. She kissed me hard and started fucking herself on my pulsing pole, growling.

My mouth and cock were busy - but my hands were free. I ravaged her breasts for a couple minutes - until I felt her next orgasm coming - whereupon I grabbed her ass and started forcefully pounding her tight body down onto my lap - stuffing her slippery pussy with my aching member - over & over again.

"Fuck! Kasey! Go find your own husband. I'm keeping this one."

I glanced over at my fiancé - a little worried about her response - but she just laughed. "He's my husband, bitch - but if you're a good mommy, I'll share him."

"Fuckkkk, Kasey! I'm cumming again!" she cried out.

I had to release her ass and grab her ribs. She was getting a little loose in the saddle and I was worried she was going to topple.

"Don't cum yet," Kasey ordered me - just as I was getting ready to flip her mother around and fuck her senseless. "Finger me."

She grabbed my right arm, slid her ass in next to her mother's leg, and leaned back into me, shoving my hand down the front of her swimsuit - which was bunched up around her waist.

"Oh! Yes!" her mother cooed - as my cock lurched inside of her - as my palm slid across my fiancé's mons - and onto her silky-smooth labia. I could feel her thin landing strip tickle my wrist.

"Kasey ..." I warned.

"Mom, ride Reggie's cock while he fingers my cunt. I'm so horny!"

Mrs. Williams took her daughter's jaw in her left hand, leaned forward, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek.

My face was up against Kasey's neck. My left hand was holding her body to mine. My right was exploring her forbidden realms. My nose was buried in her hair - just behind her right ear - filled with the scent of her shampoo, a little chlorine, and a little sweat.

"Kasey ..." I moaned, as I rubbed my palm and fingers across her smoothly-shaven entrance.

"I'm already wet," she said. "Just slide a finger in. No peeking! You still can't see it - but I need a little of you inside of me. You've got me all worked up and I don't want to take care of it myself this time."

"Oh, baby ..." I moaned. "This is a bad idea!"

"Just go slow. I'll be fine. In another week, it'll be your dick."

"Better get two or three fingers in there, then," her mom advised.

"One at a time ..." Kasey told her.

She gasped a little as I teased the first digit of my middle finger between her outer lips.

"Reggie!!" she keened.

She was wet - but fuck was she tight! I worked that first digit around, slowly.

Kasey tried to open her legs - and lean back - and ended up with her shoulders nestled between her mother and I. I held her up - stealing a kiss - as she mauled her breasts, while I dug my middle finger deeper & deeper into her tight trench.

I focused on her fuck-hole mostly - but gave a little love up & down her slit - circling her clit before heading back to work on stretching the entrance to her holy place. My middle finger finally slid all the way in. I was palming her sex. I was holding my bride's pussy in my hand - with my longest finger buried inside of her clasping tautness.

Kasey pulled our heads down and took hard kisses from both of us, panting, wriggling, moaning ...

Still riding my cock, Mrs. Williams massaged up and down her daughter's firm chest, stomach, and abs - smiling at her baby girl as she continued to ride my meat - working on her third orgasm. I was going to cum soon, if we kept this up.

"I fucked your husband's cock last night - while his mother slept in the recliner - ten feet away," she admitted to Kasey.

"Mom!" she gasped, looking up at our faces. "Fuck, Reggie!" she gasped, once more, as I started withdrawing my finger from her quivering channel - and then slid it back home again."

"I woke up to her sucking my cock - naked as the day she was born - for the whole world to see."

"I was under the throw," she countered.

"Your naked ass and legs were hanging out. It was pretty fucking obvious you weren't looking for your glasses - especially the way the blanket was moving back & forth..."

She giggled.

"I threw the blanket off so you wouldn't suffocate and you sucked a load down your throat - and then climbed up my body and fucked yourself silly on my willy."

She smiled, proudly, leaned forward, and kissed me hard - jumping back when Kasey nipped at her breast.

"You're wicked, mother," she laughed.

"I was horny, baby girl, just like you. I didn't get my Friday night fuckin'."

Now that Kasey had relaxed and grown accustomed to the slow finger-fucking I was giving her, I eased my ring-finger in to join the party.

"Reg! Fuck!"

I couldn't help it. I snickered and told her mom, "Two."

Her mother pinched her tit and said, "You'd better get one more in there, Sis, or you'll never be able to handle this fuck-stick of his inside of you. I'll be able to keep it all to myself."

"Like hell," Kasey growled.

With two fingers, it was easier to grind around - and try to reach more of her happy places. I still gave the rest of her parts a little attention - but I kept the focus on getting her vagina to relax and stretch.

In a couple minutes, I felt her pussy start tightening around my fingers.

"When you cum, ..." I warned her.

"It's coming," she gasped.

"When you cum, I'm going to nut in your mother. I'm at my limit.

Mrs. Williams put one hand to work, twiddling her clit, and the other mauling her gorgeous breasts. She was racing to try to cum with us.

I slowed my strokes into her daughter and tried to think about Queen Elizabeth - always a mood-killer for me - staving off my climax a little longer.

However, once I could tell she was getting close, I started working Kasey's pussy once more.

"I'm the luckiest fucker on this planet," I crowed. "I've got two of the most beautiful women in the world, naked, in my arms."

Kasey had both of her hands locked onto my elbow, riding up & down on my cramping fingers, moaning & groaning.

Just before her pussy clamped down on me, she cried out, "Cum in me, Reggie! Fill me! Fuckk meee!"

Her pleading finished me. My cock started belching baby batter into her mother's clenching cunt. I felt my mother-in-law's body tense just as my cock spasmed and spat the first gooey glob at her womb. She settled lower onto me - my cockhead brushing the walls of her cervix - as the successive rounds of my seed fired into her.

Once our heartrates had returned to normal, my lover climbed off of me - grabbing my shirt to catch the small amount of my semen that was trying to escape from her body.

Kasey pulled my hand up to her mouth and licked her slickness from my fingers. She sucked them clean, one at a time. My testicles threw up a "Sorry, We're Closed" sign; my cock never moved. As beautiful as she was, lying half-naked in my lap, sucking on my fingers, it was going to be a few minutes before I could recuperate.

The three of us climbed in the shower together. We didn't frolic but I've got to tell you that that's the hottest shower I've ever taken!

After getting dressed - when we were sitting on the couch, relaxing - I reminded Kasey to check with her cousin about taking pictures. She gave her a call and - in a few minutes - we had a wedding photographer.

As I got up to head home, Kasey jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my middle, hugging me close, and bumping her nose against mine.

"I love you, Reg. Thanks for helping me with my cobwebs ..."

She held on tightly as I belly-laughed. She refused to release me for her mother to get her customary good-bye.

Mrs. Williams finally pried us far enough apart to wedge herself between the two of us to hug me and give me a lusty kiss.

As I turned - with Kasey still in my arms - to head to the door, my mother-in-law swatted her hard on the ass and flopped on the couch in a huff.

I opened the door - still holding my fiancé - and gave her a loving kiss. We parted to discover a police car parked behind the van across the street.

"Mom!" Kasey hollered.

She joined us and then looked past our conjoined bodies at a nod of Kasey's head.

My bride-to-be finally released me and the three of us headed across the yard (and street) to join Mrs. Jordan.

I reached out my hand in greeting, "Reggie Mitchell."

She took it, "Deloris Jordan. You can call me Deloris or Dee, if you like."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Same, young man. Be good to our little Kasey. She's a sweetheart."

Kasey claimed my hand and slid a little closer.

"He's a keeper, Mrs. Johnson. He's been very good to me an' momma."

"Good, good. You two planning to start a family quick-like?" she asked.

I nearly laughed - knowing she was phishing - curious as everyone else about why the wedding was so rushed ...

"We're going to hold off for now. I started the pill a couple weeks ago," Kasey replied. "I've been saving myself - and Reggie agreed to my terms - but I think he's a little anxious to see if I'm worth the wait. We want to enjoy our time for a bit before we try to learn to be parents."

I took her in my arms and twirled her, "You're worth the wait, beautiful."

"Aww!" Mrs. Jordan gushed. She looked at Mrs. Williams and winked, "Young love ..."

"I know ..." my MILF lover said, grinning back at the woman - probably thinking about my cock being buried inside of her hot cunt a few minutes ago.

Over the next short while, we talked to the police officer about the owner of the van - a private investigator - and about whether or not this was a violation of the Order of Protection - which he stated this circumvented.

Since there weren't No Parking signs - and it hadn't been there long enough to be declared abandoned - there wasn't much he could do about it - even though the property owner (Mrs. Jordan) didn't want it sitting there.

Frustrated, we headed back across the street. I got hugs and kisses in the driveway - more chaste than normal because Mrs. Jordan was still talking to the police officer - and then I waved to my two lovers as I drove away.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

Mom & I stopped to pick up Kasey for church and the van was still parked at Mrs. Jordan's.

While she was coming out to the car, I dodged across the street and smeared toothpaste into the little divots that I was sure were peep-holes for cameras.

At lunch, Kasey said she wanted to go swimming. I ran to my room to change into my trunks and grab a cinch-sack.

On the way out, on the edge of my dresser, I spied the old-fashioned valve-stem cap that dad had left me - after mom had told him the story about Grandma Williams' car. It was metal - instead of plastic - and the top had a little tool that would let you remove the check-valve from a valve-stem.

We climbed into my car - my beautiful bride snuggled up against me - and drove to Mulberry Street.

The van was still there.

While Casey was changing, I walked across the street and removed the check-valves from all four of the tires.

When she came out - a few minutes later - she laughed when she looked over and saw the van sitting on four flat tires. I showed her the valves.

"Should you take them?" she asked. "If you put them back then they can't yell at you for stealing."

"Unless he's got a camera I haven't seen, he'll have no proof that it was me - and I don't want him to be able to just put some air in the tires and pull away - he'll either have to go get new check-valves - or he'll have to change the tires - in order to leave."

She kissed me and said, "Good. I love you, Mr. Devious."

"... and I love you Kasey Mitchell."

"Kasey Nicole Mitchell ..." she said, trying it out.

I darted forward to give her a peck on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me and turned the peck into a kiss that was bordering on foreplay.

It wasn't until I stepped back that I noticed what she was wearing - a gauzy, black beach cover-up that went down to her knees - but did nothing to hide my girl's tiny swimsuit or her gorgeous, toned body. Beneath the thin, see-through material was a hottest banana-yellow bikini I'd ever seen.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

Kasey giggled and headed for the driver's door.

I opened it and she slid under the wheel - but not far. I damned-near had to sit on her lap to get in.

She curled in around me.

"Drive to the school," she instructed.

"The school?"

"I've got mom's keys," she giggled, jingling the keyring.

"Okay ..." I said, giving her a wicked look.

"No touching. I want to get some laps in. Cheer camp starts tomorrow and I'm a little out of shape."

"Your shape is fine."

"You're biased. I've been eating too much and laying around the house for weeks."

"I can design a personalize workout plan for you, if you'd like," I offered.

"Right," she giggled. "We'll see about that a week from now. For the time being, I'm doing some water aerobics and swimming some laps."

"I've got a lap for you ..." I teased.

She bit my jaw and growled - but she groped my semi-rigid cock - so I'm calling it a win.

"If you behave yourself, I'll give you a treat," my sexy seat-mate promised.

We parked closest to the pool and used Mrs. Williams' keys to get inside.

The lights were off but the midday sun lit everything well enough that you really couldn't tell.

Kasey started with some stretching and stuff. I just kind of swam around and dogpaddled. It was a little boring - having nobody else there.

She felt sorry for me, I guess, and swam over to wrap herself around me for kissing and cuddles.

My cock was rock hard. I wanted to touch her so badly but her look - when she talked about my reward - was super enticing - so I behaved myself - just hugging her gently and returning her lusty kisses.

She went to swim laps and I joined her. She lasted lots longer than me. After a couple laps, I was noticeably slower. Once she had passed me a couple times on one lap, I gave up and went back to just messing around and relaxing.

The water was a little cool - but it felt good - and the intoxicatingly stiff protrusions in Kasey's bright yellow bikini top were worth a little chill.

She swam up behind me, without me hearing her, and hugged me - reaching around to grasp my cock.

"Why is this hard? Have you been thinking naughty thoughts, Mr. Mitchell?"

"When you're around, it's hard not to think naughty thoughts. My God! You're hot - and those nipples are killing me - I want to nibble on them."

She giggled, gave my cockhead a squeeze, and swam away once more.

I'm not sure how long we were there - but my fingers were getting wrinkly - and the sunlight - streaming through the windows - had shifted & moved.

She called out that she was finished and I headed for the ladder. I let her climb out first - not because I'm a gentleman - but because I'm a horny dog - and she has an amazing ass. She looked down at me - first my eyes - and then my own stiff protrusion.

From the pool, she took me by the hand and walked me into the girls' locker room. I'm sorry to say that this was my first time in here. It smelled much better than the boys'.

"Naked. Lie on the bench."

I hurried to obey. I nearly tumbled to the floor, trying to get out of my trunks.

She sat down, removed her top, leaned against the wall, and ran a fingertip down the shallow camel-toe in her bikini bottoms, closing her eyes and enjoying the stimulation.

"Scoot down here and I'll give you a foot-job."

I have to admit that I've never been a foot guy - but a naked part of my fiancé's body was going to be touching my naked body - and that was worth the risk.

She used one foot to rub along the bottom of my cock - trapped against my stomach - as she slowly fingered herself - watching my cock - and my face - to see what affect she was having.

After a few minutes, she brought her hand to her mouth, licked her middle finger, and stuck her hand down her suit.

My cock lurched as I thought about how my finger had felt in that tight gash yesterday.

She tried using both feet to stroke my cock from the sides - but the angle wasn't working - and it took more ab-control than she was used to.

She pulled her feet off, positioned a towel under her head, and laid down.

"Fuck my feet and cum on me," she directed.

I hurried to comply, taking her feet in my hands and gripping them against the sides of my cock - as I fucked it along the soles of her feet.

The calloused, rough skin wasn't doing much for me - but the sight of my fiancé - legs spread wide - and breasts bared - below me - filled my vision - and I told my nuts to hurry up because I wanted to cover this woman in my seed.

Kasey's breathing was growing more ragged - and her eyes were closed tightly - as she focused her mind on what her finger was doing - fingers.

I watched her hand working below the thin covering of her bikini briefs and realized she had at least two fingers inside - thrusting - churning.

I released her feet, stepped forward to trap her thighs between my knees, and took my aching cock in my hand.

She opened her eyes to see me standing over her, pinning her down, flailing my rod - with the spigot pointed at her taut tits.

Lust filled her eyes and her body trembled beneath me as her fingers worked more feverishly.

I reached down and pinched those tight nipples, calling my lover's name - groaning - telling her how badly I wanted to stuff my cock inside of her and claim her.

She reached up with her other hand and fondled my fun-bag as I hammered my cock - groaning as I approached release.

I felt her body tense as her orgasm overtook her.

"Kase!" I gasped.

Her eyes were shut tightly - riding out her release - as my seed began to spew from my penis - to splatter her belly, breasts, and neck. She gasped each time the hot fluid splashed onto her body.

She opened her eyes just in time to see the final dollop ooze from my sperm-spigot. She reached up with one finger, caught it on the tip, and brought it to her waiting tongue.

"Fuck, Kasey!"

She giggled, rolling my flavor around, tasting it.

"Hello?!"

"Sanderson," I hissed.

I tucked my cock back into my trunks and grabbed my towel - throwing it on top of my jizz-covered fiancé.

"Hello!" Kasey called back.

"Who's there?" Sanderson called from the hall.

"Kasey Williams."

"Ah, Ms. Williams! Is your mother with you?"

"Uh, no. I borrowed her keys to get some laps in."

"Ah. Okay. I just thought I'd ask her about her plans for the coming year."

"I'll bet, perv," I hissed quietly.

Kasey glared at me.

"I'll leave you to it, then. I just need to check something in my office and I'll be leaving."

"Yeah, the fucking cameras," I whispered.

Kasey hopped up, wiped herself until she was relatively clean, and then folded the mess inside, and handed me back my towel.

I leaned forward and licked a nipple as she tried to replace her top. She swatted me.

Kasey checked the hall but the fuck-nut had disappeared - so we headed down the hallway. When we got to Mrs. Williams Science class, we looked inside. The desk was bare except for a stack of yellow Post-It notes.

She sent me on to the car and started digging in her bag for the keyring.

Several minutes later, Kasey came out, looking over her shoulder.

As I started the car and exited the parking lot, I asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was just putting the Post-It notes where they needed to be.

As we pulled onto Mulberry - and saw the van still parked in front of Mrs. Johnson's, I thought about what Kasey had told her.

"Are you really on the pill?"

"Yeah. So is mom."

"Your mom's on the pill?"

"Yeah. She's worried that - when you move in - and she gets the chance to fuck you more often - you might finally succeed in knocking her up."

"I thought she wanted a baby."

"Want is a strong word. She said she wouldn't mind getting pregnant - but then she started thinking about how her body will change - and she got worried that you won't want her anymore."

"Nonsense."

"Reg, nearly every woman worries that her lover won't care for her - or want her - when her body is fat & ugly with his child."

"There is nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman," I told her.

"We'll see ..." Kasey replied.

"I'm looking forward to it," I said, pulling her in for a kiss.

She ruined it by giggling into my mouth.

I walked Kasey to the door, waited until she let us in, and then slid my arms around her mother - who was standing in the foyer, waiting for us.

"What's this about?" she asked.

"I told him you're on the pill," Kasey admitted.

"I'm happy that you plan to keep fucking me - and ecstatic that you believe I can fuck a baby into you - but you don't need to worry about me not loving you - or not wanting to fuck you anymore - just because you're pregnant. I can't ever imagine a time I would not want to bury my dick inside of your tight, hot body."

"Kiss me ass-licker," she cooed.

I did.

"You're making me horny," she accused.

"You're always horny," her daughter commented.

"Mr. Sanderson wants to know if you're free to start dating this schoolyear," I told her.

"What?!"

I gave my fiancé a hug & kiss and turned to her mother. I gave her a hug - and a kiss that no son-in-law should give his wife's mother - and then I left Kasey to fill her mom in on the rest of the story with the pervy principal.

~~~ Monday ~~~

My cute girlfriend woke me out of a solid slumber by sending me a picture of her naked nipple - along with a text informing me she was heading for Cheer Camp.

I can't imagine why a squad of overly-enthusiastic college students - armed only with pom-poms and megaphones - need to start their day before the sun comes up - but I guess my lovely bride wanted to share the misery.

I took a picture of my head on my pillow - with my eyes closed - and sent it back to her.

She sent me back a string of rolling laughy-face emojis. It's a good thing she's so darned cute!

I tried to go back to sleep but it was pointless. I asked her if the van was still there. She said yes.

I went to the garage, loaded dad's floor-jack into the trunk of my car - along with four wood scraps - and went to wreak havoc on my arch-enemies.

Less than an hour later, I was unloading the jack, putting it back where it belonged.

The van was now sitting on its hubs - on the blocks of wood. The tires & rims (still completely flat) were lying, scattered, across Grandma Williams' front yard. The lug nuts were in a Dollar General bag in my trunk.

I was still trying to decide if I was going to put them in a pretty box and give them - as a wedding gift - to Kasey's grandma - on Saturday.

By the time mom got up, I had breakfast made - waiting on the table. She laughed when I told her Kasey had woke me up but stayed quiet when I admitted to what I'd spent the last hour doing. She ate her food, gave me a hug & kiss, and grabbed her keys.

When she kissed me, she looked, briefly, at my lips - before kissing my cheek. I knew she was analyzing my fraternization with my mother-in-law.

The guys wouldn't be on the game yet - and (since it was Monday) I was off work - so I called Grandma Mitchell and went to play Uno.

We played, talked, made sandwiches - and then played & talked a little more. She was looking forward to the wedding. I told her about my early morning escapades and she laughed, assuring me that she'd deal with her former classmate if she chose to create problems on Saturday.

She asked me about Kasey's dress and I admitted that I hadn't even thought about it. I texted Mrs. Williams and she told me not to worry - that it was taken care of. Grandma patted my hand and apologized for stirring me up.

When I said that I wasn't even sure about all of the stuff that Kasey had been working on, she just laughed and made a comment about how weddings would turn out if the women left all of the details up to the men.

When I left, an hour later, she hugged me and kissed my cheeks, thanking me for the visit and waving from the doorway as I pulled out of the drive.

Paul called my phone. He was getting ready to get on the game but didn't want his playing to suffer as he caught me up on the news.

Cindy had spent the night at his house - this time with his mom's knowledge (if not her full blessing). He was finally allowed to fuck her raw and he'd managed to nut in her twice before they fell asleep - and then once more before breakfast.

When Paul finally hung up, I called Nick. All I could get him to admit was that Natalie was teaching him to kiss better and that he was really enjoying the lessons.

I got on the computer and played games until Kasey texted to say she was headed home and that I should come pick her up.

She bounded out of the house as I walked up the path - jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my middle.

"Seriously," I grumbled, "why are cheerleaders so peppy?"

She giggled and said, "I'm so tired but I had so much fun. What did you do with the tires?"

She laughed when I told her - and then told me to just throw the lug-nuts in the trashcan in the garage.

I had just finished doing that when Mrs. Williams came out to join us. She was dressed conservatively but I still leaned in, kissed her on the mouth, and whispered that she was making my cock hard.

She took my hand and I walked her to the car - where I opened the door. Kasey shoved her mom in and then slid in next to her.

By the time I climbed in, Kasey's mom was smashed between the two of us and she leaned over to nibble my ear while I was trying to get the car started.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Kasey said she'd navigate. Her mom reported that she'd shift.

I started to tell her that my car had an automatic transmission when she grabbed my cock through my pants and started slowly stroking it.

"Are we in gear yet?" Kasey giggled.

"I think I've got it started but it shifts a little hard," her mother replied.

I put my arm behind her - to check the drive (and road) before backing out - and she deftly unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped the fly.

"Better now," she reported, as she slid her hand into my pants.

Kasey laughed, glanced at her phone, and started giving me directions.

At the dress shop, the girls were out of the car - and waiting by the door - by the time I could get everything zipped, buttoned, and shoved back into place.

I frowned at my wicked lover - but she just took me by the hand and walked me in - behind Cindy, Natalie, and Kasey.

The girls, apparently, had already picked out the dresses - and the alterations were complete - and were trying them on before taking them home.

The black was very slimming and even Cindy gaped as she looked in the mirror. I informed them that they were all totally hot - at which point Cindy offered to come sit on my lap. Kasey cackled at her and swatted her ass.

"You're safe girls, I've got you covered," Kasey's mom reported, sitting sideways on my legs, and wrapping her arms around my neck to hug me close - shoving her supple breast into my mouth.

"Mother!" Kasey growled.

Once the girls had finished laughing - and turned their attentions back to removing their dresses without getting anything on them, she wriggled her ass on my cock-head and kissed me like the minister had just announced us as the newly-wed couple.

One of the dress-shop employees noticed and grinned wickedly at her when she finally stopped torturing me and climbed off to sit beside me.

That same employee blush vividly when she noticed the sizeable bump my MILFy lover left in my lap.

Kasey pretended like she'd missed the reaction but came over to squeeze the head of my dick between her thumb & forefinger as she leaned forward and kissed me - definitely outdoing her mother's earlier attempt.

I gave up trying to hide my hard-on and the shop employee finally scuttled off to one of the back rooms. My former Science teacher watched her dart off and then turned to look at me, laughing wickedly.

Next, we arrived at the tuxedo shop - where the girls took their men in-hand (Cindy took the instructions literally) and led them inside to be fitted.

In a few minutes, I ended up in a dressing room with my fiancé and her mother. I looked back and forth between them. Suddenly, hands were flying across my body and, in seconds, I was wearing nothing but my socks.

Kasey shoved her mother to the floor, in front of me, grabbed her hair in her fingers, and shoved her face onto my cock - ramming my stiff rod straight into (and down) her throat.

The fingers of her left hand twined into my hair as she pulled me into a nut-wrenching kiss.

The whole time she was sucking my soul through my mouth, she was fucking my cock with her mother's face.

I dearly hoped nobody outside of the room could hear the "gak, gak, gak" of my mother-in-law's face slamming, repeatedly, onto my aching fuck-stick.

When Kasey sensed I was close to cumming, she shoved her mom's face into my pubes and held her in place.

Mrs. Williams sucked & swallowed - and my semen started hemorrhaging from my body via my penis.

Kasey stepped back and pinched her mother's left tit as she sucked the last droplets from the head of my cock before standing in front of me.

My former teacher threw her arms around me and kissed me hard, groping my semi-flaccid cock. She turned, took Kasey's face in her hands, kissed her on the mouth - and - based on the look on Kasey's face - transferred that last drop of my semen into my bride's mouth.

She swirled it around, tasting it, and then giggled at her mother.

"You're wicked," she laughed.

"I loved it," her mom said, "but you could've asked."

Kasey wrapped her in a hug, "Sorry."

"... and, I will try," her mother continued, "not to hump your husband's bulge in public."

Kasey nodded, smiling at the thought of the dress-shop employee's quick departure.

"I love you, baby," Mrs. Williams gushed. "I am so happy." She looked at me, still holding her daughter. "So happy."

I wrapped both of them in a hug.

"Mother," Kasey stage-whispered, "some naked man is ..." She couldn't even finish. They both just started laughing.

I decided that was my cue to get dressed - and donned the monkey-suit - as the two of them made themselves presentable for our waiting public.

Either everyone in the seating area was a good actor - or none of them had heard anything that had happened in the dressing-room - because nobody looked askance at our delayed arrival.

The girls checked the guys over and then the three of us headed back to the rooms - to put everything back on the hangars - and change back into our regular clothes.

A few minutes later, we returned with our tuxes - where the employees threw clear, protective bags over them, and rang us up.

We said good-bye to the others and loaded into my car.

Mrs. Williams said she felt like tacos and we headed to my favorite food truck. As we waited for the chef to do his work, my mother-in-law drank a fourth of her Jarritos and handed the bottle to me. I visited the truck, once more, to get it upgraded - and then returned it to her - earning myself a kiss.

Once we had eaten, I took my lady lovers home. We laughed as we turned onto Mulberry and saw a police cruiser and a tow-truck. Mrs. Jordan waved from her yard as I walked them to the door.

I was surprised not to be invited in for "dessert" but - after hugs & kisses - I was on my way home.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

Tuesday morning came and went without a pre-dawn text from my future bride. I woke refreshed and rejuvenated.

It was hard to imagine that I would be married four days from then.

I ran some errands and picked up the groceries mom had on the list on the fridge.

Before I knew it, I had a text from Kasey - and I realized she'd been out of Cheer Camp for an hour or so.

She told me to put on a pair of blue jeans, a button-up shirt, and a tie - and meet her at the school - in the lot we'd parked in on Sunday.

When I arrived, Kasey used her mom's keys to get us inside once more. She kissed me, took me by the hand, and led me to her mother's room - where she unlocked the door.

She had me stand in front of her mom's desk - and then sit back on the front of it.

"We're going to do a little roleplaying," she said, grinning at me.

"Okay ..." I said, cautiously.

"You are the Science teacher. Today, you are on detention duty. Do not leave this room. I'll be back to check on you."

With that, she walked to the entry, lowered the blind, and exited the room - locking the door behind her.

Her footsteps headed down the hall. I thought I heard her talking to someone - but I couldn't be sure - because somebody else was in the room with me.

I realized there was a divider at the back of the classroom when I heard the sounds of hard, leather shoes on the dusty classroom floor.

The shoes that appeared out from behind that divider were glossy-black - so shiny that you could see your reflection in them - and buckled onto stocking-clad feet.

Her feet, calves, knees, and thighs - the majority of her luscious, long legs - were encased in a pair of pure-white, frilly, thigh-high stockings that made those legs seem even longer.

There was about a foot of naked skin between the tops of the gauzy, sensuous stockings and the classic red student's skirt - plaited with thin strips of black, white, and gray.

Above the sexy, short skirt her taut, tanned midriff was bare - the indention of her cute little belly-button just asking to be teased with a tongue-tip.

Her thin, white, short-sleeved dress shirt was tied off - Daisy Duke style - just below her lacey black push-up bra.

The see-thru shirt did little to hide the lacey bra - or the tanned titties they buoyed - especially since none of the buttons were fastened - the knotted shirt underscoring - and highlighting - her glorious globes.

Those motherly breasts - usually eye-catching without assistance - stood out like a neon sign as the bra lifted them up for the whole world to admire.

Flanking her sumptuous neck were two pigtails - the braids held tight with hot-pink ties that matched her heavily-glossed lips.

Her youthful, beautiful face had just enough makeup to turn her optical organs into the flirtatious eyes of a naughty schoolgirl.

Mrs. Williams twisted her hands together - in front of her body - like she was trying to hide her near-nakedness - but then spun around - the cheeks of her ass peeking out of the bottom of her short, red skirt.

I moaned in anticipation.

She was the perfect vision of every schoolboy's dream of the hottest classmate imaginable - dressed like a slut on Halloween.

Her hips swayed as she strutted down the center aisle.

My eyes were nearly bugging out - trying to figure out if she had any panties on at all.

She slid into the seat of the front-row desk - her dangerous skirt riding up her mouth-watering thighs.

I was transfixed. I needed to know. Did she have panties on? Were they lacey - and black - like her bra? Were they frilly and white - like her stockings? Or was her naughty gash unprotected from hostile invaders?

I realized I hadn't looked into her eyes - my gaze unmoving from her shadowed slit - but I was immobilized. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Her knees eased apart but it was too dark to see clearly ...

Her fingers - the nails painted in pastels - like Easter candy - my mouth watering with the thought of the sweet flavor - were playing with the hem of her sexy skirt. So close ...

She cleared her throat.

I looked up - into her eyes - those doe eyes - that dropped to my bulging crotch. She leaned her head forward, slightly, and licked her lips.

Her fingers teased the hem of her skirt once more and I was a moth to the flame.

Her knees spread wider...

The skirt raised higher ...

... and the gauzy, white garment - cupping her cunt - came into view.

Her engorged labia - pink from being recently abused - were easily visible through the veil-thin material of her panties.

She slowly eased her knees together slightly - and back apart once more - playing with the hem of her skirt - needlessly lifting the edge even higher - revealing a little more of her sexy undies - which showcased her succulent slit.

Her fingertips left the skirt and raised to her blouse - her thin shirt - where she grabbed her breasts - adjusting them - squeezing them together a little more.

"Mr. Mitchell?"

I had to cough to clear my constricted throat, "Yes?"

"I didn't get my assignment done," she said, looking up, guiltily.

"Oh?"

"Am I in trouble?"

"Probably."

"Are you going to ...?"

She looked, pointedly, again, at my stiff penis.

"... punish me?"

"Do you think that's necessary?"

"Well, you know what they say ..."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Spare the rod, spoil the child."

"Really?"

"I've been acting spoiled; I think I need the rod."

"The rod?"

"Yes, Mr. Mitchell. I think you should punish me with your rod."

"Do you think that will help?"

"Yes - but I'm kind of a slow learner. You may have to give me the rod again ... later."

"I see. So where should you be to get your, uh, punishment?"

"I could lean over your desk..."

"Okay..."

"... and you could pull down my panties ..."

"Why should I do that?"

"So you can make sure I can feel your rod ..."

She bit her lip, briefly.

"... punishing me."

"Then what?"

"Well, I had my fingers in my pussy when I should have been listening."

She looked down - to where her enflamed labia were peeking out at me.

"You did?"

"You should use your rod to teach me that fingers don't belong in my pussy."

"I see."

She nodded.

"Anything else?"

"I'm not sure this blouse - and bra - are appropriate school attire."

"Oh?"

"I think you should confiscate them."

"Really?"

"Yes. That will help with my punishment."

"How is that?"

"When you are using your ... rod ... to train my body - to punish my pussy - my bare nipples will be rubbing back and forth - across the top of your desk..."

"... and?"

"... and they will chafe, and swell, and hurt - and you'll be able to tell my punishment is working when I'm moaning and writhing in pain."

"... as I use my rod to punish your naughty pussy?"

"Yes, Mr. Mitchell."

"Anything else?"

"I was talking in class."

"You were?"

"My mouth needs to be taught a lesson too."

"Okay..."

"When you're finished punishing my pussy, you can use your rod to teach my mouth & throat to be quiet."

"... and then?"

"If you think I've learned my lesson, you can let me have some milk."

"Milk?"

"Yes - but only after I've been punished."

"Right. Well, then, naughty girl, I think it's time we got started ..."

She crossed her arms in front of her body, grabbed the bottom of the bra and shirt - and peeled them off - over her head - baring her beautiful breasts.

I lurched to my feet, lifted each of them to my waiting mouth, and sucked the areola hard - nipping at her stiff bud before moving to the next.

Her breath caught at the harshness of it.

I grabbed her arm and led her to the desk - shoving her forward.

I grasped her panties and drug them, viciously, down her legs, to the floor. She stepped out of them. I wadded them up and shoved them into her mouth.

I pulled her back a little - dragging her breasts and nipples across the rough surface of the teacher's desk - and dropped my pants & underwear to my ankles.

I flopped her plaid skirt over - onto her back - reached between her legs - to give her twat a little swat, lined myself up, grabbed the waistband of her schoolgirl skirt, and plunged into her slippery slit - burying my member to the root.

My ball-sack slapped against her clit as I fucked her from behind - grunting as her gripping gash stroked & massaged my fuck-meat.

Her outfit was so sexy - and her verbal foreplay so arousing - that I was already having to fight to keep from cumming.

The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room.

I imagined our roles reversed - me (the student once more) slamming my cock into my teacher's cunt - while the whole class watched me breed our instructor ...

"Fuck!"

I had intended to wait until she got an orgasm - but that wasn't happening.

Trying to remember the script, I yanked my dick out of her perfect pussy, pulled her to her feet, turned her around, removed the gag, shoved her to her knees, grabbed her pigtails, and drove my aching penis into her waiting mouth - forcing it all the way down her throat - her nose nestled against my body.

"Fuck!"

I held her pigtails where they joined her head - hanging on like I was going to fall off - and smashed her face onto - and off of - my throbbing cock - over & over again.

I was just getting ready to start spewing into my mother-in-law's throat when my phone pinged and I looked over to see a text from Kasey that read, "Out Now Home".

I groaned, yanked my wilting penis from my former teacher's face, and raised her to her feet - showing her the text.

She grabbed her shirt, bra, and panties - and unlocked the door - peering down the hall.

I pulled my pants & underwear up - hastily fastening the button - my fly still wide open - and leaned out behind her.

We heard Kasey - and somebody - conversing.

Mrs. Williams nodded her head for me to pass. I dodged out and headed towards the exit. She closed the door and was right behind me, holding her shirt over her naked breasts as we ran down the hall.

We turned the corner just before Kasey's voice got louder. We eased open the external door, stepped out, closed it quietly, and jumped into the car.

She struggled with her clothes as I drove like a madman - slowing once we were a couple blocks away.

I looked over at her naked chest ill-concealed within her flimsy shirt. Her marvelous mammaries were on full display.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous!"

She leaned over and kissed me - long and hard - making navigation a little more difficult.

She clung to me, all the way home, sucking my neck. I was sure I would have a hickey by the time we arrived.

I parked in front of the house - leaving the drive for Kasey - and we made our way to the front door - where my sexy lover let us inside.

"I need to cum!" she practically yelled, as soon as the door was closed.

She darted to the front room and flopped onto the couch, spreading her knees - and sex - wide - begging me to join our bodies together as one.

I left a trail of clothing across the room and palmed her beautiful mounds just before I buried my cock inside of her - to the root.

"Fuck me! Breed me! Fill me!"

I was not very nice to her tender titties - but I obeyed her orders - pausing only once to tend to her lips when she begged a brief kiss - right before her body tensed and trembled - and my climax overwhelmed me.

I was still pumping seed into her mother when Kasey walked into the room.

"Seriously?!"

"We didn't get to finish," her mother complained.

My fiancé walked over, leaned down, kissed me hard - and then swatted me on the bare ass.

"You fuckers owe me," she said.

I collapsed onto the half-clothed body of her mother - breathless. She wrapped me in a hug and did whatever magic she did to make her vaginal muscles milk & massage my man-meat.

"That was the best bachelor party in the history of bachelor parties," I said, before kissing my luscious lover on the mouth.

Kasey started laughing - and looked at my ass like she was going to come spank it again.

"Sanderson?" her mother asked.

Kasey nodded.

"I caught him coming down the hall. I don't think he got close enough to hear you. I told him I was trying to find your folder of lesson plans because you were updating things and couldn't find them at home. I told him I'd already searched your room and wanted to check your mailbox in the office. He let me in and I searched everywhere I could think of - and a couple places he suggested."

"... and then he wanted to check my room?" her mom asked.

"Yeah. I tried to detour him but he stepped around me and I texted you."

"Did you see us?"

"No - but I'm sure it was close - and your room smelled like sex," Kasey said, laughing.

"Oops," her mom giggled.

"As soon as he saw the room was empty, he turned around and headed back for the office."

"Cameras," I said.

"He's going to see me running, half-naked, down the hallway."

"No, he won't," Kasey said, smiling broadly.

"How?" I asked.

"Sunday ..." she began.

"The Post-It notes?" I guessed.

"It took a while, but I stuck those notes over every camera in that hallway - from the exit - to the office. They were all still there when I checked - while mom was getting ready - before you arrived."

"He'll replay the tape - and see that it was you," I said.

"Sunday?" Mrs. Williams asked.

"Yeah," Kasey said.

"You should be okay," her mom replied. "Last I knew, they hadn't bumped up the storage-drive after they added the extra cameras - and the drive-capacity only holds about 36 hours' worth of footage before it starts writing over the older stuff. They reminded us, last semester, that any security concerns need to be addressed within 24 hours, to be sure they can check the recordings."

I climbed off of the couch - my penis audibly slurping as it left her pussy. My future mother-in-law tapped my thigh and opened her mouth. I inserted my semi-flaccid member and she sucked it clean. I leaned down, gave her a kiss, and started getting dressed.

She was standing - still half-naked - when I was finished. I walked over and gave her a hug.

"Thank you - that was amazing," I said. "I'm so lucky you picked me."

"You're easy to love, young man. So far, you're doing a fabulous job of keeping both of us happy. Keep doing that and I'll have no problem spoiling you once in a while."

I walked over to my fiancé and she stood to walk me out. I offered her my hand and she laced her fingers through mine.

"Thank you. That was a lot of planning. That was super thoughtful, super arousing, and I came super hard. I love you."

She opened the door and leaned up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around me and kiss me lustily.

"Mom's right. You make this easy. I can't wait to be Mrs. Reginald Mitchell."

I gave her another quick peck and headed to the car. I pulled into the driveway, to turn around, and waved to my bride as I drove for home.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

Mack gave me the early shift - so I could go out for dinner with Kasey - just the two of us.

I had made reservations at the nicest restaurant in town. I changed in the men's room and walked out to the lobby, trailed by cat-calls from the kitchen & delivery staff, to discover that my gorgeous fiancé had been dropped off - and was waiting for me.

I scooped her into my arms and she leaned over to give me an amazing kiss - which was spoiled by all of the employees - and a couple patrons - causing a ruckus.

I set her back on her feet and led her out the door to her waiting chariot.

The valet took my keys. I swear I heard the tires squeal as they ushered us through the doors.

My bride was beautiful; the food was fabulous; and the night was over before I knew it.

I stood - in front of the entrance to #24 Mulberry Street - and felt my testicles inflate as my gorgeous girl held onto the collar of my fancy shirt and kissed the life out of me. I held her in my arms and surrendered to her assault.

"Fuck!" I moaned, when she released me.

"Not tonight," she giggled. "No more foreplay until Saturday - from me at least."

I kissed the tip of her nose.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you, too. Do you still have that picture?" she asked.

"From the night you shot jizz all over my windshield?"

"I shot ...?"

"You were pulling the trigger," I accused.

She giggled.

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to use it?"

"I might," I said, grinning.

"Try these instead," she said, handing me a pair of black lacey panties.

The crotch looked damp. Without even bringing them to my nose, I could smell her musk. I lifted them to my face anyway.

She punched my shoulder - but giggled.

I leaned forward and gave her another kiss.

"Go, naughty boy," she ordered.

"As you wish ..."

~~~ Friday ~~~

My mother was adamant that I should not see the bride before the wedding - which meant that I would not be spending the night at #24 Mulberry Street.

My MILF lover hadn't had sex since Tuesday - so I was fairly certain that - before the night was over - she was going to find some way to peel me away from the others - and convince me to fill her twat with cock-snot - not that I would be hard to convince.

In fact, I was already hard - just thinking about it.

I arrived at the church to discover that Grandma Mitchell was already on-duty - waiting for the Williams family hate-monger to make her appearance.

As it turned out, they would not be showing up - but none of us knew that at that point - and I was delighted to have my dad's mom there.

She stayed close - easing my anxiety - and asking me for names to go with the faces - until my father - her son - walked through the doors of the church - and then she was off to badger him about never coming to visit.

I laughed out loud as he acted like he was trying to escape before she could trap him - only to wrap her in a hug - and kiss her gently on the lips.

Grandma grabbed mom's hand and pulled her into the hug as well.

At that point, Kasey was yelling directions and I lost track of everything except doing what I was told - as soon as I was told.

Several minutes later, I found myself in a dark corner - in the arms of my mother-in-law.

"Kasey says I can't fuck you," she whispered - not sounding happy at all.

"You want me to eat you out?" I offered.

She looked at me, making up her mind.

I was serious. She looked like she was in pain.

"We'd better not."

"Tomorrow morning?" I suggested.

"Your dad's home?" she asked.

"Looks like it."

"Washington Park."

"What time?"

"Earlier would be better."

"Seven?"

"Six. Park over by the woods."

"Okay."

She squeezed me and kissed me - and disappeared as Kasey yelled for me once more.

When the rehearsal was over, we invited everyone to Benny's - most of them showed up.

We ate, drank, and chatted - occupying half of the dining area.

Cindy's younger sister didn't seem too happy about covering for her - but she smiled when she stopped to chat - in between the nearly-constant stream of orders pouring out of the kitchen.

A few people sat in the dining room - but most of the orders were carry-out and curb-side. Paul's new system seemed to be working.

He and Cindy stuck their heads in the kitchen to see how things were going and Benny leaned out to wave - but went right back to his job.

An hour later, we said our good-byes and I drove Kasey home - mostly to have the excuse to give her mother the good-night kiss she was craving - that wasn't fit for public.

I stepped inside long enough to get a hug, kiss, and cock-rub from my mother-in-law.

Turning to my bride, I got the same treatment - including the cock-rub. I raised an eyebrow at her and she burst out laughing - giving me one more kiss - before sending me home with a hard-on.

I was going to try to go to sleep without jerking off - but my aching cock had other plans.

I held both pairs of musky undies to my face as I imagined my lovers' faces, the kinky sex-play we'd already enjoyed, and the plans I had for the days ahead.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

Although the sky was brightening, the sun wasn't even visible yet when my alarm went off. I showered quickly and then dressed - choosing to go commando for my early-morning tryst with my fiancé's mom.

Today was the day! Kasey and I would be married - and my drop-dead gorgeous former Science teacher - who had become my secret lover - the woman I was heading to have sex with at this very moment - would be my mother-in-law.

Married - at 18 years old - to the hottest girl in school - and fucking her mom on the side! Fuck! I pinched myself - for the hundredth time - to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

My mind was racing - a hundred miles an hour - thinking about all that had happened - and what was coming - and I found myself at the parking lot a little earlier than we'd agreed.

Looking at the time, I thought of the quote I'd heard my dad's cousin - who'd served a stint in the Navy - repeat often, "If you're not 15 minutes early, you're late."

He'd offered the maxim to me as serious advice - and I'd taken to living by it. It hadn't failed me yet.

I thought of one of his other favorites and snickered: "I joined the Navy because I loved the shiny look of those ships... then I found out who kept them shiny."

I decided to wait in the car - and see who else was out and about at this time of the morning. A couple people parked, stretched, and headed down the jogging path.

I had seen the path before - but I'd never taken it - but that would probably be the best place to fuck my mother-in-law - assuming she didn't want car sex.

My dick was already getting hard - thinking about her amazing physique - and I focused on the people entering and leaving the path - thankfully there weren't too many - but there were more than I would have expected.

Before I realized it, Mrs. Williams was getting out of her car - that I hadn't even noticed arriving.

As her body came into view, my trouser-schnauzer lurched to the end of its chain - trying to break free.

Fuck!

This woman would probably look sexy in a fucking tator-sack - but she wasn't wearing burlap - she was wearing spandex & nylon.

There are women that God put on this planet that should probably consider not wearing leggings in public - and there are women who look like God designed them specifically for that purpose.

The black & grey leggings Mrs. Williams was wearing were sinfully tight - and her legs & ass looked amazing.

I heard a body colliding with a lilac bush and turned to look at the jogging path - where I noticed that I was not the only one who had been admiring the sexy Science teacher's assets. The poor fucker wasn't even trying to get up - he was still entranced.

Her black jacket looked short - but it was unzipped - so your eyes didn't linger on the long-sleeved wrap - they headed straight for the charcoal sports bra that was struggling to contain her marvelous milk-duds.

She was walking my way and I just sat and enjoyed the view - the fucking amazing view of her gorgeous jugs moving in rhythm with her captivating hips - framing her delectable navel.

I licked my lips and she smiled at me.

Fuck! My cock was rock hard and she wasn't even naked yet.

Two paces from the car, she stopped and slowly spun around - showing me how the leggings hugged her perfect ass.

I nearly came in my pants right then!

I stumbled out of the car and she wrapped me in a hug.

"You're going to be arrested for public indecency," I whispered into her ear - briefly capturing the lobe in my teeth.

She grabbed my face in both hands and kissed the life out of me.

".. and involuntary manslaughter," I finished - when she released me - nodding at the gentleman who was still trying to remove himself from the foliage.

She smirked and gave me another peck, taking my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers.

With her other hand, she caressed my obvious hard-on, quirking an eyebrow at me and smiling wickedly.

I knew, then, what Odysseus felt like - tied to the mast of his ship - as the sirens called to him - and he struggled to free himself - hoping for a moment of ecstasy - completely blind to the threat to his life.

Thankfully, my siren - other than some wickedly erotic teasing - had not chosen to devour me. Well, actually, she had - and that was amazing too.

Hand in hand, we headed down the path.

I don't know if I closed my car door or not - I wasn't turning back - I was too busy trying to stretch my peripheral vision to stare at my lover's wondrous ass as we walked deeper into the woods.

She giggled at me and pulled my chin over for another smooch.

The kiss ended and I realized that I was still staring into her captivatingly-brown eyes.

She giggled again - and tugged on my hand - to get me moving once more.

I was intoxicated.

The next thing I knew, we were a dozen feet off the path - which I could just see through the bushes.

My cargo shorts were around my ankles and my stiff cock was pointed at the bare ass of my MILF-lover - who was leaning up against a large tree - with her legs as wide as they would go with her leggings wrapped around her knees.

She wasn't wearing panties.

"Reggie?"

It was like somebody fired up an electromagnet and my cock was made of steel - because I was suddenly buried completely in her glorious gash.

"Yes!" she hissed.

I heard foot-falls on the path and looked up to see a male jogger glance over, smile broadly, and throw me a thumbs-up as he passed.

Unable to really spread her legs, my mother-in-law felt even tighter than usual.

I slowly slid in & out of her, savoring the tugging tension within her.

I held her hips and made slow, soft love to her perfect pussy.

After a few minutes of stroking, gently, in and out of her pulsing passage, she called my name, pleading, coaxing,..

Her body tensed and she gasped as the orgasm washed over her.

I was getting close and gripped her hips harder - planning to finish strong.

"Reggie!" she called - just before I began.

She was panting.

"Mouth! Cum in my mouth," she wheezed.

She reached down, pulled up her leggings, and wriggled her amazing ass - to get the tight garment back into place.

I couldn't help it, I traced a finger down the Spandex-covered cheek of her ass - and dipped into the shadowed gap beneath - to gently caress the place I'd just had my penis.

She spun around, gave me a quick peck, and then dropped to her knees - immediately capturing my stiff rod between her talented lips.

Her right hand was fumbling with her jacket. I couldn't figure out what she was up to - but it didn't matter - she was sucking on my cock-knob like a fucking vacuum cleaner.

Normally, my lover deep-throated me - not that I had time to be concerned about it. The tidal-wave of my climax was coming - and I was going to be carried away by it.

My balls shriveled - and my body convulsed - ejecting my seed in wave after wave.

I felt the crown of my phallus get cold - and looked down to see that she was collecting my spurting semen in a small plastic container.

When it was full, she took the head of my penis back into her mouth and used her tongue to coax out the rest.

Once I had finished, she stood, opened her mouth - to show me her prize - and then gazed into my eyes as she swallowed it down - licking her lips at the end - like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream.

She wanted a kiss. As much as I was grossed out by the idea, she was drop-dead gorgeous - and she'd just let me fuck her - and blow my load in her mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her like I loved her - because I did. She loved me and I loved her - and we both loved Kasey.

I ducked down, wrapped my arms around her ass, lifted her into the air - and begged her for another kiss.

She giggled like a schoolgirl, grabbed my face in her hands, and kissed me again - a long, loving kiss.

When I was out of breath, I lowered her to the ground, claimed her hand once more - lacing our fingers together - and guided her back to the path.

My libido was so sated that I didn't even pause to admire her beautiful butt when she leaned over to duck under a branch.

I walked her to the car and begged another kiss.

"What's that for?" I asked, nodding to the small container.

"You'll see," she promised, sheepishly.

I opened the door for her and she climbed in. I waited until she had pulled out of the lot before I went to get in my own car to head home.

I showered - frowning at having to wash my lover's fresh scent from my body - but it wouldn't do for me to show up at my wedding smelling like my mother-in-law's pussy.

I cruised by work - to double-check with Mack that he'd gotten my schedule covered for the next week or so.

As I headed for the exit, he called out that he wanted to see footage - if a WWE Smack-Down broke out between Grandma Mitchell and Grandma Williams.

I arrived at the church early, but my sexy mother-in-law was already there - so I knew the girls were downstairs, getting ready.

My bride's mother had switched to a pair of khaki capris, white loafers, and a burgundy blouse that somehow set off her brown eyes - making her look even more intelligent than normal.

She claimed a hug and kiss from me - and pinched my butt, grinning wickedly.

Grandma Mitchell showed up with a deck of Uno cards - and we found a table in the foyer to play - while I waited for time to pass.

My secret lover sat and visited with us, waiting for various deliveries to show up. Each time, she would disappear to get the things where they needed to be - and then she would return.

"I can see why her mother-in-law hates her," Grandma Mitchell confided to me as Kasey's mom took off - once more - to handle a new arrival. "She's calm & confident - and that would make Ethyl notice her own inadequacies."

"Ethyl?" I said, smirking. "As in alcohol?"

"She IS highly volatile," Grandma chuckled.

Soon enough, guests started showing up and Grandma told me that I should probably go start getting ready.

Paul and Nick were sitting in the room that had been designated as our changing-area.

I caught up on how their relationships were proceeding. Neither of them was in a hurry to follow in my footsteps - but they were both very happy with how things were going with their respective love-interests.

Pastor John stuck his head in - and gaped at us - when he saw that we hadn't changed yet. We took that as our cue to hurriedly throw on the monkey suits.

I led my groomsmen out to stand beside Pastor John. I leaned towards him and whispered, "I should probably tell you..."

He held up a hand.

"I don't need to know if the two of you have been intimate," he said, grinning.

I chuckled, "Excessively playful, maybe, but no, not intimate. I was going to tell you that I don't remember anything you said last night."

He laughed out loud.

"That's normal. Just watch your bride - and her mother - for cues - and you'll probably survive today without serious injury."

I smiled at him, thinking, "Dude, if you only knew.."

I looked up to realize my mother-in-law was giving me the finger - the beckoning one - and hurried down the aisle to see what was wrong.

"We don't have ushers," she said to me. "You should probably seat the mothers and grandmothers. Start with Kasey's grandmother - and then your grandmothers - then me - then your mom."

I nodded and hurried to follow her instructions.

Ethyl Williams huffed at me as I offered her my elbow - but she took it. I looked around for her husband - and then realized he'd be in the foyer - waiting for my bride.

I tried to judge how much room I'd need for my MILF-lover to be seated - plus a reasonable buffer between the two of them - but the hag plopped down right on the aisle - in the spot where Kasey's mom was supposed to sit. I should have expected that the bitch would take advantage of every opportunity to fuck with us.

I decided to call an audible - and changed the play.

Pop & Mimi were next. I offered Grandma my arm and put her in the seat next to where I was going to deposit mom & dad - with a little room to spare.

I returned to face Grandma Mitchell. "Can I ask you for a favor?" I whispered. "No need," she said, in a normal tone of voice. "I approve. Put me between the bitch and her husband."

I looked at my mother-in-law and my mother, grinning in victory, and said, "I'll be back for you two. You'll be sitting together - on my side of the aisle."

They nodded to me as I turned to offer Grandma Mitchell my arm.

The heartless hag nearly shit herself when I dropped my grandmother off.

"Well, hello Ethyl! It so nice to see you again. Lovely day for a wedding!"

I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Yeah, there was no way Grandpa Williams was fitting in the pew between the two of them..

I returned to my last task - to receive a handshake - and a "Well done." - from my father.

I smiled at my two matrons and stepped between them, spun to face the front of the church, and extended my elbows - the left for my sometime-lover - and the right for the woman who gave me birth.

I suppressed a laugh-snort at the thought that I had been in both of their birth canals at some point in my life.

At their pew, my father stepped in first - sitting next to his in-laws.

My mother placed her hands on my biceps and leaned in to give me a light peck on the lips. I tried not to react as she said, "I love you, Reggie," and sat down.

I turned to Kasey's mother. She had changed into a long, black, sleeveless dress. It hid some of her best parts - but she was still a vision of beauty - regal - majestic.

Taking her into my arms, I hugged her, holding her tightly to myself for a minute.

I released her - but held her at arm's length.

"Thank you for trusting me," I told her.

Her peck on my lips was slightly longer than mom's - but nothing to attract undue attention.

Once she was seated, I mounted the platform to join the minister and my buddies.

The organ started playing and everyone rose to turn for a look at my bride - everyone - that is - except her grandmother.

Grandma Mitchell leaned down and whispered something to the bitch and she grudgingly rose to her feet - but refused to turn around.

When she glanced at me, I stuck my tongue out at her. She gaped for a minute and then stared at the floor, frowning.

I was really hoping Kasey's cousin would get a picture of her right now - because I wanted my beautiful bride to see what the witch was doing - and glimpse the sullen look of anger that had settled on her face at being hemmed in on every side.

I was startled out of my ruminations by Nick gasping, "Dude! Your wife is hot!" loud enough for the entire church to hear him - which elicited snickers and giggles from most of the guests.

I looked over at him and he was grinning broadly, giving me a thumbs-up. I grinned back and gave him one in return. He had managed to move all eyes in the place - including mine - squarely onto my gorgeous girl.

Harold Williams actually looked somewhat pleased as he offered her his hand - palm up - and guided my stunning bride down the aisle.

Once they arrived, I stepped forward and waited for Pastor John to say, "Who gives this bride?"

My heart dropped.

I waited to hear what he would say.

Kasey's grandfather turned to look at her and said, "On behalf of her father - who loved her with all of his heart - I do."

Her eyes misted, but she did not move - but she smiled.

I stepped forward, shook his hand, nodding my thanks, and then took his place - as he stepped over to find his seat.

Out of the corner of my left eye, I noticed Grandma Mitchell pat the seat - to her left - as Mr. Williams momentarily paused to figure out where to sit.

I glanced to my right.

This was really happening.

"Hey," I whispered, smiling.

"Hey," she whispered back, returning the smile.

"You look hot," I said, a little louder.

"Be good," she ordered - but she smirked.

I led her to our place in front of Pastor John.

There were scriptures, music, roses (for the moms), candles, vows, and rings - and - before I knew it - I was kissing the world's hottest cheerleader in front of a crowd of smiling people - and one bitter hag.

Pastor John announced us as Mr. & Mrs. Reginald Mitchell and I scooped my bride - my wife - off of her feet - and carried her up the aisle - as she cackled with infectious laughter.

When we reached the foyer, I set her back onto her feet and hugged & kissed her - my heart threatening to explode from my chest.

We turned to greet our guests - and found Mr. Williams escorting his classmates up the aisle. One looked like a queen - and one looked like she'd escaped a Disney movie without her poisoned apple.

Ethyl walked past in a huff but Kasey's grandfather accepted handshakes from me and my wife.

Grandma Mitchell hugged the two of us, gave us kisses on both cheeks, and promised to remain vigilant as they headed to the reception area.

I didn't expect problems - not because Grandma assured me that she'd moved her placeholder to the Williams' table - but because I really didn't expect them to stick around.

Kasey's mom groped my ass during our hug - but - otherwise - behaved. She and my parents headed for their seats.

We greeted each of our guests and invited them to join us for finger foods, cake & punch, a few antics, and a little dancing.

Pastor John came out, we signed the paperwork, he congratulated us, and then he split.

We had started grabbing our things - when our favorite police officer came walking up. I have no clue where he'd been hiding - but he complimented us on managing things without an incident - and said to just call if we needed him.

We arrived at the reception to find Nick & Natalie emceeing things. Their wit & charm had everyone enjoying themselves.

Nick offered a heartfelt speech, glorifying my bride - and Natalie said some really nice things about me.

When it was time for the bouquet, Kasey stole the mic and informed the crowd that she was taking a different approach. She raised the flowers in her hand and twisted the arrangement - splitting it into two equal halves - and then hand-delivered the halves to Natalie and Cindy - who hugged her. The bridesmaids then looked over at Paul & Nick with their eyebrows raised. The boys pretended to take evasive action. The guests loved it.

Kasey had hired one of our former classmates - who sang covers of Taylor Swift songs - and she rocked the house while we did a little dancing.

As soon as the wedding party finished the first dance, Nick & Natalie headed to the cake table to get that started - while Kasey & I danced with the moms.

We cut the cake - and Kasey & I fed each other a bite - without any shenanigans - and then our emcees started handing out the cake & punch. Meanwhile, Kasey and I went to dance with the grandmas and grandpas.

We started with the Williams - to get that out of the way. I couldn't believe they were still there!

They didn't want a dance - but Grandpa Williams pulled out a business card and made to hand it to Kasey. The moms appeared - out of nowhere - to see what was going on.

"What's that?!" his wife hissed.

"Your son's final request," he replied. "Go get in the car."

The bitch (of course) didn't leave - but she did step back, out of the way. Grandma Mitchell - ever vigilant - stepped up behind her - so I decided that it was safe to turn my attention back to Kasey's grandfather.

He looked into her eyes and said, "I realize you probably never want to see us again. I am sorry. If you change your mind, you are welcome anytime. Your grandmother has always been difficult but she (he looked down and lowered his voice - and cleared his throat before pressing on).. she is insatiable.. and I've been addicted to her since our first night together - more than 50 years ago."

He handed Kasey the card.

"What is this?" she asked.

"As you are quite aware, your father loved you - and your mother - more than life itself. He and I had a bargain. He kowtowed to his mother's demands - and - in exchange for his reluctant obedience - I agreed to secure a life insurance policy that would take care of you if anything ever happened to him.

"Why wait until now?" Kasey asked - her tone at the edge of a snarl.

"My one stipulation - when assenting to this bargain - was that you needed to be on your own two feet before I delivered this - either graduated from college or married."

Kasey turned the card over in her hand. It was from a lawyer's office.

Her grandfather turned his attention from Kasey - to her mother.

As he opened his mouth - to speak to my mother-in-law - his eyes briefly flicked to mine as he noticed me edging forward - where I could intervene, if required.

"I hope you can believe me when I say that I never wanted things to end up like this. I wish he were still here - but I'm glad he was wise enough to plan ahead. You have endured much because of your love for my son. Unfortunately, there is no way for me to repay you for your tenacity & dedication to his memory. It is a testament to your character and - no doubt - a big part of what my boy saw in you."

He turned, saw that his wife hadn't departed, and strode past her - heading towards the exit. She hurried after him. When she turned, she nearly bumped into Grandma Mitchell - and their eyes met briefly. The bitter hag took a half-step to the right and scuttled away.

As soon as the two of them were gone, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I hugged Kasey - and then her mom.

Grandma Mitchell stepped up, tugged at my elbow, and announced, "Ding dong! The witch is dead. Let's get this party started!"

Kasey wrapped her in a hug and laugh-cried. The two of us danced with her for a bit - before peeling off to dance with Pop & Mimi.

Kasey danced with Pop while I danced with Grandma Mimi - and then we switched.

I chatted with them a little longer as my bride headed off to visit and dance.

Several minutes later, she returned to me to report, "Your dad's a good dancer!"

I laughed and said, "Mom made him pay for lessons for Valentine's Day one year. He grumbled the whole time."

We had told everyone not to bring gifts - but there were still a few - and we sat down to go through them.

Nick brought a chair over for Natalie - who had a pen & notepad. She shoved him onto the seat and sat on his lap, wriggling her ass a little, grinning mischievously at him - and then giving him a little peck on the lips. He wrapped his arms around his favorite person and then loosely hugged her waist as she got to work.

Pop & Mimi gave us a big glass jar filled with a little sand - and lots of beach treasures - including the biggest shark's tooth I had ever seen. Also inside were two plane tickets (for us to come visit them over Christmas break).

Kasey cried as she got up and went to hug them - telling my grandparents that she'd never been out of the state before - or flown on a plane.

Grandma Mitchell gave us a deck of Uno cards. Kasey went to hug her as well - and thank her for being on guard-duty the whole day.

~~~ Saturday Night ~~~

It was almost dark by the time Kasey & I pulled into the driveway. Her mom had already closed down the garage and was waiting for us inside.

As soon as we stepped in, we heard her mother weeping. I closed the door, checked the deadbolt, and carried our bags into the front room - where my two lovers were hugging on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Please don't make me leave!" Mrs. Williams sobbed.

"Mom! Stop it!" Kasey ordered.

Her mom grabbed her daughter's hands, held them I her own, and looked at her.

"You heard him. You're free of her. You don't need me anymore. I'm excess baggage."

"Mom!" Kasey called - trying to get through to her.

Her mother let go of her daughter's hands - and pulled her own up to cover her face.

"Mother!"

Mrs. Williams looked up at her daughter through tear-stained eyes.

"First of all, I don't trust a word he says..."

Her mother sniffled; sound logic starting to override her chaotic emotions.

"Second, I agreed to this devil's contract of ours for two reasons: (1) you deserved guiltless sex, and (2) I was determined to test your hair-brained theory about sharing a man."

Kasey's mom sniffled again, dried her face a little - and hiccupped, "Okay..."

"Are you having guiltless sex?"

"Yes," she admitted quietly, staring at her hands, giving her daughter's arguments time to sink in.

"How's the share-test going?"

She looked at me, as if evaluating a petri-dish, "Pretty well so far..."

"Do I need to remind you that Mr. Sanderson is very interested in your... ahem... availability for the coming semester?"

"No!"

"Do you have someplace else to live?"

"No..."

"Then knock that shit off!"

My freshly-minted mom-in-law dried her face a little more and said, "Okay..."

"Even if... IF... what he said is true, that only takes care of the house and college. There's still plenty of shit to be done around here and I expect you to find a naughty little maid's outfit and make sure my husband's cock is clean whenever he's finished fucking my pussy or ass."

I leaned forward.

"This is the second time you've mentioned your ass and my dick in the same sentence. Are you...?" I started to ask.

"Not helping," she spat.

My mother-in-law - my wife's mother - my MILILF? Got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen - removing a small, plastic container from her pocket as she went.

"What happened to my semen?" I called to her.

"What semen?" Kasey inquired.

"I fucked your husband this morning," her mother reported, "then I sucked him until he nutted. I filled this - and then swallowed the rest."

She held up the container - which was now empty - grinning wickedly.

"Your grandmother can be very demanding," she said, smiling.

"No shit!" Kasey agreed.

"There has never been a reception that I have attended with her, where she did not require that I get her a cup of coffee - fixed exactly the way she likes it."

"Which is...?" Kasey asked.

"Milk and sugar."

"You didn't!" I gasped.

"I gave her Reggie's milk," she admitted to her daughter, grinning madly.

Kasey's mind started calculating.

"What did she say?" Kasey asked.

"Where's my coffee?!" her mother said, grinning at answering the wrong question.

"No - after..."

"She accused me of getting decaf - then she asked me if the milk was fresh..." she said, crooking an eyebrow at us.

I belly-laughed at that point. My mother-in-law joined me - until my bride - my wife - scowled at her to continue.

"Her cup was half-empty when I asked her if she wanted me to dump it out and start again."

"... and?"

"She refused - but told me not to fuck it up the next time."

"She drank it all?" I asked, incredulously.

"She swirled the cup around - to try to get it all - but finally stuck her finger in to rescue the last little bit of slippery slurry - and then licked her finger clean."

"Congratulations, Reggie," my wife said, laughing, "every Williams woman in the family has swallowed your splooge."

Her mother winked at me.

After a few minutes, Kasey announced, "Mother, I'm going to go fuck my husband. Would you...?"

"You'll be fine," she told her daughter. "You don't need me to hold your hand. Just let Reggie work his magic."

Looking at me she said, "You have probably already figured it out - but use just your mouth - until you can easily get three fingers sliding in & out - then she should be fine."

I nodded and stood.

I started peeling off the various pieces of the tuxedo, laying them across the arm of the sofa.

I glanced at Kasey as she pulled her wedding dress over her head and flopped it onto the other end of the couch.

We were both naked except for our socks.

I realized I was seeing her pussy for the first time - and I couldn't help but stare.

A thin, golden landing-strip hovered above her bare quim - like an angel's halo turned on its side.

She crossed her arms - and hands - defensively - in front of her body.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You're staring..." she complained.

"Do you know you're fucking beautiful?"

I looked up at her eyes and held my hand out to her.

She stepped closer - and took it - but was acting shy, all of the sudden.

"Kasey," I said, getting her attention, "I love you. We'll go at your pace. Let's just lie in your bed and hold each other. This doesn't have to happen tonight."

"Yes," she said, firmly, "it does."

She looked over at her mother - who was shaking her head slightly, "Start with talking - then you can touch. Just let it happen. Forcing it won't give you what you've been waiting for all this time."

Kasey huffed a little - setting her shoulders - and led me by the hand - up the stairs - to her bedroom - and her bed.

Everything was white! The sheets, the pillows, the quilt... I stopped - halting her approach to the bed.

She took in my look and giggled, saying, "I want there to be proof that you got my cherry."

I pulled her to face me.

"Kase, it's not 100%. You may not even bleed."

I don't know why I tried to argue. Her face told me that she knew she was right.

If any woman in the universe knew every single detail about her hymen it was Kasey - my wife.

"I'm not doubting you," I offered. "Obviously, you've done your research."

I leaned forward and kissed her.

"Can we not make this into a science experiment? I just want to hold you, to kiss you, to touch you - and maybe get a little better peek at that incredible pussy of yours that I finally got to see. I want to make out with you, caress you, taste you, and nibble on all of your delectable bits..."

She stepped directly in front of me, climbed onto my stiff rod like it was a hobby-horse, and put her arms around my neck - pulling me in for a kiss.

My dick was trapped in her gap - gripped between her legs and her sex. As she kissed me, she slid her pelvis forward & backward, grinding her labia along the top of my rigid rod.

When she finished kissing me, she asked, a little rebelliously, "What if I don't want to go slow?"

I pulled back a little, dragging my cock out of her grip. With my left hand, I grabbed her ass; with my right, I pulled my cock up against my stomach. I hefted her into the air and pulled her against my pelvis - trapping my phallus between her abs and mine. I released my dick and grabbed her other ass-cheek with my right hand.

She wrapped her legs around me and proceeded to grind herself up & down along the bottom of my cock - while hugging my neck - and sucking my soul from my body with her lips, mouth, and tongue.

Her moaning was getting louder.

My arms were getting tired.

I carried her to the bed, turned us, sat down on the mattress - and then laid on my back.

As I did, her ankles unlocked, her knees were splayed out on either side of me, and she hooked her toes inside of my thighs. Her mouth abandoned mine - and her hands went to my shoulders.

For a moment, she closed her eyes - wriggling her sex left & right - to snuggle the underside of my penis between her labia - pressing the tender skin of my member against her vagina and her clitoris.

When she had everything touching the way she wanted, she opened her eyes, and started sliding her sex forward & backward along the bottom of my dick.

The stimulation was getting to me - and I needed to take evasive action. I fixed a picture of Margaret Thatcher in my mind as she gave a press conference about building some coalition to deal with economic concerns regarding decreasing tax revenues. It didn't work.

My personal Baywatch babe - my smoking-hot 18-year-old cheerleader wife was grinding her pussy against my body with a look of pure lust.

I became worried about how fast a human's heart can beat before it bursts into flame.

I wanted, so badly, to touch her mound - to tease that landing strip - or grope those perfect breasts - but I didn't want to distract her. I would wait for her to tell me what she needed.

She smiled at me - like she'd read every thought as it passed through my mind - and then whined as her body tensed - just before her pussy spritzed my cock, balls, and crotch with a little spray of ejaculate.

Suddenly, my cock was a Slip n' Slide - and Kasey was a 9-year-old kid on a hot, summer day.

I was going to be in trouble soon.

Her slipping - and sliding - was getting frantic - and the head of my cock had gotten dangerously close to her vaginal entrance a couple times.

When it did, she would gasp - and then return to vigorously fucking herself on my rod.

"Kasey..."

I laid my palms on top of her legs - just above her knees - squeezing a little - trying to communicate that I was in trouble. Her eyes were closed. I wasn't sure she was hearing me.

"Kasey..." I called, a little louder.

Her body tensed with a small orgasm, once more, and her grinding slowed - but she was riding it out.

She slid forward - until the bottom of my cock-head was tucked into the divot of her vaginal entrance.

She squirmed and wriggled - cuddling my crown - and bumping the stimulation up exponentially.

My eyes dilated; Bruce Banner was losing control and the Hulk wanted to come out to play.

I could feel my testicles starting to shrink as they took a breath to expel their load.

"Kasey!"

I stared at her as she raised herself up, grasped my penis firmly, and shoved the mouth of my sperm-spigot into the entrance to her vagina.

The first blast fired, cleanly, into her tight channel - disappearing without a trace.

The second round - for whatever reason - squirted out - all around our joining - covering her vulva, my phallus, and her hand - in my slick spend.

Before the next wave could arrive, Kasey relaxed her legs - dropping her sex down onto mine - and my sperm-covered schlong slipped inside with a little pop.

My third round fired - lubricating her tense passage - and - in seconds - I was fully socketed into my young wife's incredibly tight pussy.

She looked down - at our joining - smiled in triumph - swiped a finger through the mess - and held up a jizz-covered fingertip that was tinged with a little pink.

She cackled in victory - and her muscles - up & down her vaginal walls - kneaded my cock.

Her head spun around when her mother said, "You just have to be right."

I chuckled.

"Did you at least let yourself enjoy it?" she asked her daughter.

"Yes, mother," she replied.

Kasey's mom looked at me.

"Roll her onto her back and fuck the shit out of her. Give her the orgasm that she doesn't even realize she needs. It's her wedding night and she's just celebrating a new PR."

I looked at Kasey's face - and then back to her mother's.

"Only if she agrees."

"He came inside of me," Kasey protested.

"A whore uses her pussy to milk men dry all night long; none of them can claim her as their woman. Ride his cock like you want to give him children."

She stepped over and nudged Kasey's shoulder.

"Go use the shower-head to douche yourself out and then get back in here and we'll start again."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because your husband doesn't want to taste his own spunk while he's eating your pussy."

She grumbled - but headed to comply.

When she returned, Mrs. Williams stuck a finger up her twat to check her.

"Mother!" she complained.

"Be good to your husband and he'll be good to you. You don't realize what a prize you have here."

Her daughter stared at her.

"Sit on his face and I'll show you how to get his pecker ready for Round 2."

"I know how to suck dick," Kasey grumped.

"Then you'd better get busy or I'm taking this boy for a ride around the block."

Kasey climbed onto my naked body and I gripped her thighs, getting a good look at her beautiful pussy.

"Clean him up first," her mother instructed.

"You made me douche..." she complained.

"He asked nothing of you and gave you everything you wanted. Clean your mess off of him and show him how much you appreciate him. If you won't, I will. Last chance."

I was a little worried about having an angry woman with her teeth near my tender-bits - but she was gentle - mostly.

I unpuckered my sphincter - relaxing - as her tongue started moving across my goodies - from my fun-bag to my cock-head.

Regardless of whether or not she was doing it willingly - the stimulation was working - and my body was responding.

My penis started reflating - and Kasey's breathing was slowing.

She was starting to get into her work - so I decided to get into mine.

I teased the tip of my tongue into her tight slit and slid it towards her anus, paused, and then back towards her clitoral hood. I didn't tongue her vagina - and I avoided her clit - for now.

She tensed a little but, then, started enjoying it - as I delved a little deeper.

I was careful to avoid the aforementioned hot-spots - but I was soon tonguing up & down her trench more quickly and firmly.

I nibbled & licked her labia - and then tongued along her landing-strip - circumnavigated her clit, once more, and headed south again.

I worked in - and then out - up - and then down - and all around her sex - still avoiding the very top and the very bottom.

Her efforts were getting better. I couldn't tell if her mom was directing her, silently, or if she was just responding to what my body was telling her. Right now it was telling her that I was going to want to fuck her very soon.

Kasey sucked my dick into her mouth and I decided it was time. I used my fingers to spread her labia - and drove my tongue into her vagina - reaching as far as I could - and trying to dig out whatever honey I could find in there.

She gasped - spitting out my cock - and trembled a little.

I licked up her slit - stopped before reaching her engorged clit - and licked my way back down again - fucking my tongue in & out of her sex.

She took the head of my cock in her mouth and jacked the shaft up & down as she sucked me.

I tossed my head side to side - bouncing my tongue against the walls of her vaginal entrance - and then traced my way north - where I finally licked her clit - and then circled it with the tip of my tongue.

"Shit!" she yelled.

I laid my tongue flat against her stiff bud and wiggled my head back and forth.

Her grip on my cock got harder and her body tensed.

"Fuck!"

I attacked her clit. I licked it, I nipped it, I tongued it, and I sucked it - and she cussed like a sailor.

When she could breathe again, she popped the head of my cock into her mouth, sucked hard, and started jacking me again.

It was time.

I rolled her onto her back and spun myself around. I pulled her ankles up next to my ears - her heels hanging behind each of my shoulders. I slid my knees & hands up under her butt - raising it - angling her vagina upward - for easy entry - and deep penetration.

My head was between her knees. I gazed down at the perfect breasts, lips, nose, eyes, ears, and chin of my beautiful bride.

I notched the tip of my dick into her tight entrance, slowly applied pressure - easing my stiff cock downward - back into her tunnel of love. She moaned & wriggled like it was the first time all over again.

I stopped every inch or so - making sure she was doing okay. Her crystal blue eyes were locked onto some point on the ceiling above me.

Once I was all the way in, I waited until her breathing normalized again. Once it did, she finally looked me in the eyes, and smiled - my angel-devil girl-woman.

I rocked my hips backward - and pulled my penis all of the way out of her vagina. I slid the tip of my dick up, along her slit, bumped it against her clit, drug it back down again - and buried it back inside of her pussy once more.

I repeated this until she had grown accustomed to it - then it was time to change things again.

I pulled out until just the crown was inside of her and then - without pausing - drove straight back in again - reaching deeply - just barely kissing her cervix.

Out slowly - straight back in.

Out slow; in fast.

Again.

Again.

I stopped until she opened her eyes to see why.

"I love you, Kasey Nicole Mitchell. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy until I succeed in giving you a baby as beautiful as you are."

She smiled, reached up, and ran her fingers through my hair. Jolts of electricity shot from the back of my head - all the way down my spine - to the tip of my penis.

She bit her lower lip.

In this position, it was hard to reach her mouth with mine - but I leaned into her - forcing my cock deeper & deeper - until my lips brushed against hers - and then raised back up - ready to give her a real orgasm.

"Will you fuck my bloated pussy when my body is disfigured by your baby growing inside of my womb?" she asked.

With each word, I pulled out - and then plowed into her furrow, "Every. Single. Day."

"Breed me," she ordered - releasing the hounds.

I pistoned my hips out & in, out & in. I fucked my cock in & out of her - at a solid, steady pace - until she shuddered through one orgasm. Then I sped up.

When she got the next one, I moved my hands to the back of her knees - shoved her legs down against the sides of her stomach - the gap wide enough that I could still see all of her gorgeous body - and got ready to really fuck her.

Initially, I'd been above her - just rocking my pelvis to slide into her - controlling the stimulation. Now, I was throwing my hips into each thrust - fucking her hard - driving her body closer and closer to the headboard each time I pounded my cock into her slippery sex.

My sac slapped against her ass each time I slammed into her.

All the rest had just been foreplay - but my climax was coming - and I intended to get Kasey to cum with me.

She gripped my wrists - hanging on as I pummeled her poor pussy - grunting as I drove the air out of her - again & again.

She started keening, closed her eyes, and began tugging on her tight little 22-calibre nipples.

"Once I finish knocking you up," I told her, grunting with the exertion, "I'm going to fuck a baby into your mother. Every person in town will know that you both belong to me when your bellies grow fat with my babies. Your breasts will fill with milk and our child & I will suck your fat beautiful titties while I fuck another baby into your womb."

"Oh! Fuck!" she moaned - and I felt her body start to tense.

I drove in deep - and growled as my penis started belching baby batter into my wife.

I collapsed between her legs - onto her chest. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me an amazing kiss.

"I love you KNM," I sighed.

"K&M?" she giggled.

A hand swatted my naked ass.

"Roll her over. I need a turn," my wicked mother-in-law ordered.

I wrinkled an eyebrow at her daughter - who had her legs wrapped around my hips.

"Fine," she said, grumpily. "She won't let us sleep until she gets off."

I kissed her again - hard - and rolled us over.

I heard a loud smack followed by, "Scooch up and cuddle that boy while I fuck this dick. Momma's horny."

Kasey scooted up and I latched onto a breast with my lips & tongue. She moaned.

She jumped when her mother used two fingers to scoop my overflow from her pussy and raised it to her mouth.

Then that mouth - and tongue - cleaned the sexy juices from my groin, cock, and balls.

"Legs together," she ordered, when she was done.

She grabbed Kasey's hips, hopped on behind her - like two kids sharing a bicycle - and drove her exquisite pussy down onto my battered penis.

"Fuck! Yes!" she moaned.

Kasey & I kissed, licked, cuddled, and giggled as her mother rode the two of us - like a rodeo bull - through two loud climaxes.

By the time she finished getting what she needed, Kasey's hips & ass were almost as inflamed as my poor cock.

When my mother-in-law's pussy was finally sated, she collapsed onto Kasey's back.

I usually slept on my side - to keep from snoring - but my lovers each wanted to snuggle into my arms - so I laid back and held them both.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

We met mom at church. Both of my lovers were distractingly beautiful in their sundresses.

I sat between them until Kasey caught her mother trying to discreetly stroke my lap. My bride glanced over at my mother to see if she'd noticed - but mom was trying to make sure dad stayed awake.

Kasey made me switch places with her and mom glanced over to see what was happening. I smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She wrapped her left hand under my chin and pulled me in for a little hug.

Dad looked a little surprised when mom told him that he was taking all of us to KFC for lunch after church.

We sat and chatted after we'd eaten. This was probably the most time I'd spent with dad in years - he was almost always on the road. The pay was good - but we never saw him.

We stopped back by my house - my parents' house - and my sundress sweethearts visited with mom - while dad & I hustled the rest of my things from my room - to the backseat and the trunk.

It didn't take long and, soon, the only thing left in my room was the furniture.

Pop & Mimi stopped to say their goodbyes before they headed to the airport - so we got more kisses & hugs.

Back at #24, the girls went to change while I loaded my stuff into the garage. The only things that went into the house were my computers and electronics.

Nick & Natalie called - and invited us over to play board games. Kasey's mom wanted to go along but we told her that would look funny.

She was struggling with letting us have "couple" time.

I told her that we'd manage it like we used to do our Friday nights. She didn't want to wait.

She persisted until Kasey ordered me to throw her over the back of the couch and fuck her until she shut up. She was naked in seconds.

I lined up behind her, grabbed her beautiful breasts - and hung on as I abused her pussy with my rod.

She moaned and squealed and - on the second orgasm - squirted everywhere. She licked (and sucked) me clean - and then I helped her tidy up. We were going to need more baby wipes.

When we got back from Nick's place, Kasey climbed onto my cock - cowgirl style - and rode me through three orgasms - before I filled her with liquid love.

We fell asleep just the way we were - with momma Williams laying on her side, cuddled up against us.

~~~ Monday ~~~

Monday morning came early. Kasey had tryouts for the cheer squad. I "helped" her in the shower - and then got yelled at for touching her hot cheerleader body when she was checking herself in the mirror before heading out the door.

Her mom was nice enough to drag me back to bed and fuck the shit out of me. We fell asleep with her lying on top of me - my happy cock still buried inside of her. Kasey smacked her mom on the bare ass when she came back and found us.

My wife changed her clothes and I lifted the bottom of her sport-bra and sucked her nipples as she told us how things had gone.

Mom hugged us both when Kasey announced that she'd made the cut.

Her mom & I threw on some clothes - and we headed to the taco truck for food and spiked Jarritos.

Kasey called the number on the business card that Grandpa Williams had given her.

The secretary confirmed that the lawyer did, indeed, have a reason to meet with us. The appointment was set for mid-morning the following day.

On the way home, Kasey's mom was being grumpy. She wanted to establish a sex schedule.

After some discussion, we decided that - for at least the rest of the summer break - mom would get sex in the morning - and Kasey would get it at night - but her mom wanted a quick orgasm - to "calm her nerves" - before Kasey & I fucked each evening. She would, then, cuddle with us after we'd finished making love. We'd all sleep together - and alternate between Kasey's bed and her mom's.

Life is rough when you've got two smoking-hot women to keep happy!

I'm still not sure how I lucked out - but I wasn't about to complain.

Mrs. Williams wanted a replay of the dishwasher incident - and we ended up having to clean the floor again.

Kasey decided she was ready to try oral. Her mother warned her that she needed to learn how to take it down her throat - but my cheerleader-lover wasn't quite ready for that yet. She ended up with more than she could swallow and her mom had to leap to the rescue - to keep us from having to switch beds for the night.

They both swallowed it down. Kasey reported that it was better than whoever's she had tried before.

I wiped my face clean of Kasey's juices, gave each of them kisses, and we laid down. They had decided that I snored less on my side - so I cuddled my bride - and her mother cuddled me. Life is rough!

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

Kasey grumped at us when she woke up splayed out on my chest - as her mother gripped her hips, once again, while riding my cock.

For whatever reason, that Saturday night escapade had turned the MILF on, and she wanted a repeat performance.

Kasey's complaints quieted when I slipped a couple digits into her wet cunt.

I fingered her to orgasm as her mother finally coaxed a load of cock-snot out of my balls.

At the lawyer's office, the attorney confirmed that the marriage certificate was legitimate - and then gave Kasey a Manilla envelope - and left the room.

Inside there was a letter - written by Kasey's father - apologizing to both of them for him not having the intestinal-fortitude to tell his mother to fuck-off. He took all the blame for their financial struggles and referred to the contents of the envelope as his devil's-bargain with his father.

He told each of them that he would love them forever and that it would kill him to think that they would be stuck in their grief. He implored them to find someone to love them and care for them - since he no longer could.

We held each other as they worked through some tears.

When my lovers were ready, I went to the door and called the lawyer back in.

He explained that a life insurance policy had been purchased - with Kasey being the sole beneficiary.

There was a lump sum payout - to finish paying off the house & the car.

There was an annuity that would pay enough to cover Kasey's college tuition, books & supplies, living expenses, and a spending allowance - for the next ten years - long enough to earn a Master's Degree - plus time to get settled into her chosen career.

He had Kasey sign some papers - and then handed her a debit card for the account.

He informed her that he would be contacting the banks, directly, for the payoff amounts for the house and the vehicle - and that any leftover funds would show up in her account in the next week or so.

He told her that she would be receiving the title for the car and the deed for the house - directly from the banks - as soon as they completed the transactions and released the documents.

After that, he asked if there were any questions. I'm not sure why they do that - because people are so shell-shocked that they can never think of what they want to ask - but that's what they do.

The last item on his task-list caught us off-guard. He stated that he had filed a Cease & Desist order - on behalf of Harold & Ethyl Williams - to get the viral-video of my pizza-delivery conversation with her removed from all forms of social media.

When we explained that we didn't even know it had been posted, he acknowledged that he was already aware of that fact - and that was why we were not being sued.

He stated that the lawsuits would only begin if the people who had posted the videos refused to remove them.

It wasn't quite lunchtime - but - as we left the lawyer's office - Mrs. Williams informed us that she needed tequila.

Kasey & I ate chips & cheese while her mother worked her way through more margaritas than I've ever seen one person drink.

We pulled over on the way home and she regurgitated most of the toxic fluids onto the gravel shoulder as Kasey & I held her.

Considering how wicked tequila is, it was probably for the best - but she collapsed onto the couch when we finally got her home.

She laid her head back and snored like my mother for a couple hours.

Kasey laughed when I asked her if she wanted to fuck on the couch while her mother slept beside us - but quieted quickly. We were both a little worried about how she was taking this.

We ordered Pop's Pizza and Mrs. Williams slowly started waking up when she smelled the fresh, hot pies sitting on the breakfast bar.

She came over, collected hugs from her daughter & I, and then grabbed a paper plate and sat down at the table with us.

I got her some iced tea and she kissed me, in thanks, before I sat down.

She was sullen - almost angry - and we decided that our best response was just to give her time to work through it.

She returned to the couch and Kasey & I snuggled into her sides and played with our phones while she stared at the wall.

When we told her it was bed-time, she went to Kasey's bedroom, took off her clothes, laid in the middle of the bed, and opened her arms for us to join her.

Kasey & I shed our clothes, wrapped ourselves around her, and pulled the covers over.

I went to bed without cumming for the first time I could remember since I'd arrived at #24 Mulberry Street with that fateful pizza.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Wednesday passed much as Tuesday afternoon & evening had. My mother-in-law sat, alone, on the couch, and stared into space - coming to the table only long enough to share our meals.

Midway through the afternoon, she called us over and told us that she had reserved the Honeymoon Suite at one of the nicer hotels - and sent us to have an evening by ourselves.

Neither Kasey nor I thought she should be alone - but she was adamant.

We finally convinced her to stay at my mom's. I called and made the arrangements - and we dropped her off - on our way to the hotel.

I had never been in a hotel that was this nice - and the room was amazing!

The hot-tub was already full - and the jets were running. We got naked and climbed in.

We kissed & cuddled - and touched & teased - and she climbed on my stiff rod and rode me as I adored her neck, chest, and breasts with my hands & mouth.

I didn't cum - the steamy water was boiling my balls - but she got a nice long orgasm and I kissed her through it.

There was a knock at the door and I wrapped a towel around myself long enough to let the delivery guy in with our dinner.

I looked around for my wallet - to tip him - but he just nodded to me & Kasey - still hiding in the tub - and left.

The food was just as amazing as the room. We pulled a quilt from the bed, sat on the floor - in front of a romantic fire in the fireplace - and devoured our meals.

We put the leftovers & the dirty dishes back on the cart - and I rolled it out to the hall.

I killed the lights and we snuggled, kissed, and cuddled in the glow of the restless fire.

When it was getting late, Kasey crawled into the middle of the heart-shaped bed and opened her arms and legs - inviting me in.

I stood and admired her body - the dancing firelight turning her into an angelic beauty - until she growled at me to get my dick inside of her.

I hugged her body and made gentle love to her - softly and slowly - until she got one orgasm.

Then she pinched my ass and told me to fuck her.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips into the air, and plunged my rigid rod into her tight twat - causing her to swear loudly - and yell at me to breed her.

I held her hips steady - as she rested on her knees - with her face buried in the silky sheets - as I pounded my cock into her pussy - my ball-sac slapping her slit & clit each time I bottomed out.

Soon, I was struggling to hold off my climax - trying to get her one more first.

She was cooing - and keening - close - but I didn't think I was going to make it.

Queen Elizabeth - and Margaret Thatcher - had abandoned me - and I could feel my fun-bag shrivel as the tidal-wave overtook me.

"Fuck!" she yelled - as my hot seed splattered against the entrance to her womb.

Her body tensed - tightening her vagina down on my penis even more - and I slid my cock in & out of her as I filled her passage with sons & daughters.

Somehow, she spun her body on my cock and I fell into her arms.

She kissed the life out of me as the last drops of semen spilled from my prick into her perfect pussy.

I kissed & cuddled her - but wondered if her mom was okay.

"She'll be okay. Thank you for loving her enough to worry - but give me a little more time with you all to myself please."

I put away my concerns about her mother and tried to show my young bride how much I lusted for - and loved - her.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

We slept in and then showered.

I talked her into bending over and grabbing her ankles. I gripped her ass and pounded another hot load of danger-sauce into her amazing cunt.

After that, we made out under the cascading water - and then cleaned each other's bodies.

We picked her mom up, grabbed curb-side at Benny's, and took our monster burgers home.

Mrs. Williams seemed better - so I relaxed and enjoyed my food - and the large raspberry shake.

Kasey got a call - from the lawyer's office - that the payments had processed.

I set up my computers & stuff in the spare bedroom.

Kasey's mom came in as I was getting on the game and stole a kiss - but left without even rubbing my cock. I wasn't sure what was up - but that wasn't normal for her.

I came out, an hour or so later, to find my wife & mother-in-law talking about whether or not they planned to stay at #24 Mulberry.

They didn't really want to move - but they also didn't like being so close to a few of Grandma Williams' spies - and having to continue living with the blinds shut all the time.

We hadn't had Chinese in a while and I talked the two of them into letting me take them to Gas Station Sushi.

Mr. Kim was a riot - as you can probably guess from the name he picked for his restaurant. Plus, he had some of the best Asian dishes around - Chinese, Japanese, and Korean.

I got us some California rolls for an appetizer - and then we all ordered our normal Chinese favorites.

When all of that was gone, I ordered some crab Rangoons. Mr. Kim's were so sweet that I considered them to be a dessert - so light - with enough onion to be savory - and enough sweet to be sinful.

My mother-in-law must've liked them as well; she was back to rubbing my crotch in public again.

On the way back, we drove through a couple neighborhoods that Kasey had been scoping out on her tablet - exploring options for a possible move.

By the time we got home, Kasey's mom seemed to be getting frisky. I was hoping that meant she was over her grief and we could move on - or at least go back to what we'd had before - until time finished healing her.

She practically herded us to the bedroom - hers & her husbands this time - which (I thought) was a good sign - since she'd avoided it before.

We were all naked - and I was lying on the bed - waiting for my two gorgeous lovers to join me - when Kasey's mom pulled out two pairs of sexy panties - handing a pair to her daughter.

"Where did you get those?" Kasey asked her.

"I found them in Reggie's room, last night," her mother said, grinning seductively. "He had them tucked away - in the drawer of his night-stand."

She was grinning like a Cheshire cat - and licking her lips - it was nice to see her back to being her normal, horny self.

"Have you been a naughty boy, Mr. Mitchell?" she asked me.

I tried to look as guilty as I could, "Yes."

"Do you need to be punished?"

"Yes," I moaned.

She climbed onto the bed, up my body, covered my mouth & nose with her musky panties - and slammed her pussy down onto my hard cock.

She stared into my eyes as she pressed the aromatic underwear against my face, rubbing her generous breasts back & forth across my chest - as she stroked my throbbing cock in & out of her gripping tightness.

I didn't know if she'd fingered herself while she was laying in my old bed or not - but she was nearly feral as she fucked herself on my dick - her hips thrusting forwards & backwards - shoving my meat in & out of her sausage-grinder.

She slowed down as her first orgasm arrived - letting it wrap around her like a blanket - soothing - soft. She sighed.

She pulled the MILF-flavored panties off of my face and tossed them at the hamper.

She raised off of me, pulled my arms above my head, and flopped her sloppy cunt onto my face, saying, "Welcome to Subway; eat fresh!"

I lapped at her wicked cunt as she started grinding her sex against my face. She pulled my hands to her breasts - and my fingers to her stiff nipples.

"Climb on, baby girl. Let's show him what happens to naughty boys who waste their seed by jerking their peckers into a trashcan."

I felt wrists grab my ankles - just before my beloved slowly impaled herself on my stiff cock.

She worked it in & out until her juices got flowing - and then I was ready to tap out.

My wicked Science teacher was grinding her twat up & down on my face so hard - and fast - that I was struggling to grab a breath.

I pinched her nipples hard.

She leaned back a little - and I stuck my tongue out. She fucked her pussy with it for a bit - and then leaned back up and ground herself on me some more.

Her moans filled my ears - and my balls were churning.

Her daughter was fucking my cock like a pro - grinding it all the way in - balls-deep - and then sliding back off until only the tip was inside - and then thrusting it in deeply once more.

The hot MILF on my face came hard - screaming and squirting - which fired off my climax - blasting hot love into my bride - who gasped, and tensed, and squirted.

I shifted - trying to catch her - as I felt her relax and start to lose her balance.

Her mother jumped up, grabbed her, and laid her in my arms. Then she snuggled in, next to us, killed the light, and pulled the blankets over.

~~~ Friday ~~~

After breakfast, we grabbed our things and headed for the campus. The bookstore was open. We planned to pick up our books, make sure we knew where everything was, and stop by the courts to play a little pickleball.

I had a T-shirt and Jersey shorts on. Each of my lovers had on a sexy tennis dress with thin shoulder straps and a waist that showed off their tremendous bodies.

They made me play against the two of them - and I was doing fine - until they raised the fronts of their skirts, giggling, to show me that neither of them had panties on.

After that, I was having trouble moving around as well - and they were killing me.

It didn't help that - every time one of them served - the other one was flashing me - and - when I served - they both flashed me.

Nobody else was on the courts - but there were a few people walking by - and the thrill of them exposing themselves was driving me crazy.

My cock was aching so badly that I finally just conceded and grabbed my stuff to head to the car.

When we got there - and stowed our things in the trunk - they shoved me into the back seat - in the middle - and then climbed in on either side.

They took turns, sitting on my cock, riding me for two minutes at a time - until each of them had climaxed.

Then they knelt beside me and took turns sucking my dick and balls until I couldn't stand it anymore - at which point Kasey grabbed my face and kissed me hard - while her mother deep-throated me and Hoovered my schlong until I spewed everything I had into her belly.

Then she shoved Kasey off and kissed me hard as well - as her daughter lifted her mother's skirt and spanked her bare ass until it was pink.

I snuck my hands up under their outfits and fingered their juicy pussies and they decided that we needed to get moving.

I consented to be drug to the mall - to shop for shoes. Why are there so many shoe stores?!

The public flashing of bare pussies beneath tennis dresses resumed and - soon - my balls were aching again.

That night, Kasey invented a game called Pussy Roulette.

I laid in the middle of the bed on my back.

One of them grabbed my ankles and rode reverse cowgirl; one grabbed my shoulders and rode cowgirl-style.

They each got 60 seconds at a time to fuck the shit out of me - and the winner was the one that got me to nut inside them.

They blindfolded me to make it more fair. I'm not sure why they thought I couldn't tell whose pussy was whose. Kasey's was tight and tentative; her mother's was taut and tenacious.

As far as I was concerned, the biggest winner of this game was yours truly.

Kasey squealed when I filled her with my seed; her mother sucked me clean - and hard enough to climb back on and get herself one more climax before we cuddled together and turned out the lights.

~~~ Saturday Morning ~~~

I awoke to two hot mouths nibbling up & down the sides of my morning wood. I opened my eyes to see my wife and her mother fighting over my cock like it was Hill 210 in the movie "Thin Red Line". The battle raged back and forth - with each of them claiming control of the top - my cock-knob - before being shoved aside by the efforts of the other.

"He's awake!" my mother-in-law gasped.

She jumped up, pushed her daughter out of the way, straddled me, and all but slammed her body down onto mine - skewering her intoxicatingly tenacious pussy with my rod - which was already aching from their rivalrous assault.

In retaliation, Kasey reached over and pinched her clitoral hood - causing her mother to squeak - and lose her stride mid-stroke. Mrs. Williams shoved her daughter's hand away and covered her nub with her palm - continuing to ride me.

Her daughter circled toward the foot of the bed and attacked from the rear. She climbed over my feet - cuddling in behind her mother - her tight little butt hovering over my knees. She started rubbing, pinching & squeezing her matron's breasts, stomach, and mons.

The attack devolved into foreplay and her mother was soon moaning loudly and bucking in the saddle. She was bouncing up & down on me so quickly that Kasey could barely hang on to continue the attack.

She reached beneath her mother's ass & quim to massage my balls - and decided to tickle my partner's taint as well. After that, she teased a fingertip along Mrs. Williams shit-hole - which made her pussy tighten down on me - and fired off her first climax. When she squirted, that set off my orgasm - and I grabbed her hips to pump her full of cock-snot.

Kasey didn't get her hand out of the way fast enough and ended up with a little of both of our juices on her fingers. When the little minx put those fingers into her mouth - and looked into my eyes as she slowly sucked them clean, I just about nutted in her mother a second time.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed.

The three of us headed into the master bath - where we did a little soaping, rinsing, groping, kissing, and spanking - before we got out to dry off.

It was the middle of August and my mother-in-law had been getting the things together that she needed in order to start the school year. After breakfast, the three of us loaded her collection into my car to make the trek back to Belmont HS. Kasey & I were brought along as manual labor.

(I also went because I was a little curious about whether or not her classroom still smelled of sex - after I had fucked my cock into her amazing pussy on top of her desk. Fortunately or unfortunately, the classroom smelled as it always did - although I wasn't sure if the small stain on the front of the desk had been there before.)

The three of us dropped off the first load of boxes and my favorite Anatomy teacher - who was now teaching me even more about anatomy - started digging things out to hang up, store away, and assemble. Kasey & I headed back to the car to get the rest of the boxes.

We returned to find Old Man Jenkins talking to Mrs. Williams in the hallway. As we dropped off the last of the cartons, we heard him say, "I'll show you." The two of them turned and headed down the hall.

Whatever the janitor was talking about, he was as serious as a heart-attack. Kasey & I double-timed it to catch up to them. We got there just as they arrived at the staff bathrooms. The light was on in the women's room and he headed in there saying, "If you will pardon the offense, ma'am, I'll point you to where it's at."

There was no way that my wife & I were missing out on whatever this was - so we followed the two of them into the room. Mr. Jenkins was pointing up at a ceiling tile that was missing a small corner.

"I was cleaning the bathrooms, just a bit ago," he reported, "and noticed the tile was damaged. I went to the supply room - to grab a new one - and to my closet to get the step ladder. But - when I climbed up on the ladder - and took a closer look at the corner - it appears as though it's been cut - not broken. When I noticed that, I tried to see what was inside there and I think it looks like a small camera lens. Now, according to school policy, I should report this to the building principal. However, ma'am, I am reluctant to do that."

"Why's that?" my favorite MILF asked the old man, her brow wrinkled as her mind followed him through the explanations.

"When I got here - early this morning - the building principal's light was on."

"And?" she asked - assuming she knew what was coming next.

"It was not on last night when I went home."

"Which leads you to believe that you would be reporting the incident to the person who is actually responsible for placing the camera?" she guessed.

He nodded, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

"You haven't touched it - or the tile, I assume?" she asked.

"No, ma'am. Since I wasn't sure who to tell, I just left it - but then I saw you in your room."

She turned to me and said, "There is a package of Ziploc baggies in the box on my desk. You know where the latex gloves are from when you were in my class. Please bring me a baggie and a pair of gloves."

I took off - out of the room - and down the hall - as fast as I could go.

"No running in the halls!" she bellowed - her teacher-voice coming out - as if it were on autopilot.

Almost as if it were on instinct, my body slowed to a fast-walk.

"Here you are, Mrs. Williams," I said, holding out the items, when I had returned.

"Actually, Reggie," she said, "I think I'll have you retrieve the camera - and I'm sure that's what it is. The three of us will steady the ladder for you."

I pulled on the gloves and stuck the baggie in my front pocket as Mr. Jenkins retrieved the step-ladder he had leaned up against the bathroom wall.

"Try lifting the tile, slowly, to see if the camera is attached to it," my former teacher instructed, "but I'm betting it's hooked to the metal support."

I lifted the ceiling tile slowly. The camera didn't move. Once the tile was clear of the camera, I turned it on end, passed it through the space it had just occupied, and handed it down. Mr. Jenkins took it and set it to the side, out of the way, near the replacement tile.

"I'm going up another step - so I can see how it's hooked on," I informed them.

The women's hands went to my belt and Mr. Jenkins held the ladder. I stepped up and then stepped again - which brought me to where I could see. The camera had a small clip that was latched onto the grid-work that held the ceiling tile. I pulled out the Ziploc, removed the camera, and dropped it into the baggie. I handed it down to Mrs. Williams.

She turned, carefully set it on the edge of the sink, and then turned back to grab my belt once more, saying, "Alright, come back down two steps and then Mr. Jenkins can hand you the new tile. You might as well save him the trouble since you're already up there."

One of Kasey's hands "slipped" and she brushed it against my cock. I looked down to see Mr. Jenkins eyes get a little bigger - just before Mrs. Williams, in a firm but threatening tone, said, "Kasey Nicole Williams Mitchell."

Kasey's snickering was cut short. She looked, briefly, at the janitor before saying, "Sorry, mom."

"You kids married?" Mr. Jenkins asked, looking back & forth between the two of us.

"Yes," I replied, "she's a little ornery but I'm the luckiest fucker on the planet."

He turned to my bride, nodded his head a little, and said, "Congratulations, miss."

"Thank you, sir," she replied, her wicked grin still frozen on her face - no doubt plotting more nefarious schemes.

I came down two steps and took the new tile from the kindly janitor, settling it into its place. I looked at him - to see if my work was approved - and he nodded - and then smiled that I had not moved until I was certain that he was satisfied.

In a few seconds, I was back on terra-firma and Mr. Jenkins was gathering his things. I tried to help him with the ladder but he was having none of it and sent us off with the evidence.

As the janitor came out of the bathroom, the Science teacher told him, "I appreciate you bringing this to me. I'm going to try dealing with it privately, first. If that does not succeed, I will take it to the police. That will be messy and you would probably have to give a deposition. I intend to avoid all of that, if possible. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, ma'am", he said - looking straight into her eyes. "I appreciate that more than you know. Got a DUI when I was younger and cops get me all fidgety."

"I understand. I'll let you know - ahead of time - if we end up having to take this to the authorities."

He nodded and headed down the hall with his things.

"Ah, Mr. Jenkins?" she called, turning back, as a sudden thought struck her.

"Mrs. Williams?"

"If you ... uh ... happen to find that Mr. Sanderson's office is unlocked, could you wait to secure it until after we've gone?"

His eyes widened a little, he set the step-ladder and damaged tile against the wall, and took out his keyring.

"I can do that," he replied.

"Could you also keep that tile around for a bit, just in case?"

He glanced down at it and looked back to her, replying, "Certainly. Have a good day, ma'am."

"Thank you, Mr. Jenkins. You too."

The man turned and hurried off towards the principal's office, searching through the keys in his hands until he found the one he was looking for.

When the three of us got to the classroom, my mother-in-law found a sheet of blank paper that was bright yellow - like a Post-It Note - and handed it to her daughter - along with a black Sharpie marker.

Kasey plopped down - into the front desk - uncapped the pen, and waited for her mom to tell her what to write.

"We know it's you. We have the camera. You have two weeks to resign. Do not try to get a job at a different school. We will be watching. If you fail to follow these instructions, we will take the camera to the police. I'm sure that would be more than enough for them to secure a search warrant for your home."

Kasey capped the pen, laid it on her mother's desk as she passed, and then dashed down the hallway to place the note on the principal's desk.

"NO running in the HALLS!" her mother yelled after her.

The only response we heard was cackling laughter that grew fainter and fainter.

~~~ Saturday Afternoon ~~~

On the way home - after getting Mrs. Williams' room situated - we stopped and had Mexican for lunch.

As we waited for our food, Kasey's mom tried to convince me that - now that we were one, big, happy family - I should call her by her first name, Kelsey. I told her that I would try - but it was going to take some time.

When I was sure that the waitress was far enough away not to hear me, I told her that I would much rather call her "mom" - as I dumped a load of baby-batter into her. She shook her head, no, but there was a little twinkle in her eye. Kasey, who felt my cock twinge at her response (because her hand was resting inside of my thigh), squeezed the head of my dick and leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek.

When we got home, Kasey grabbed her tablet and plopped onto the couch. Her mom headed to do some laundry - so I went to my room to see if the guys were on the game. They were - so I hung out with them until Mrs. Williams yelled that the pizza had arrived. Before signing off, the guys said they wanted to get together for movies or whatever. I told them I'd check with Kasey - to figure out a date - and get back to them. As we tore into the sausage & pepperoni pizza, the girls started "The Proposal" (for the 4,000^th time). I hung around long enough to finish my food and then disappeared into the den, once more, to get back on the game.

By bedtime, my two lovers were in the mood for romance - after watching all the antics between Reynolds and Bullock. My mother-in-law climbed on top of me, cowgirl style, to get herself a couple orgasms to "take off the edge" before bed.

I tried not to think about how nice her pussy felt - or how hot her naked body looked - as she sensuously rode my cock. I touched & teased across the front of her body - from her breastbone - and her fabulous breasts - with her huge nipples - to her pelvic bone - where her clitoris peeked out from beneath its hiding place. I tried to stimulate every erogenous zone I could think of - pushing her through the first climax - towards the finale. I could never get enough of watching this woman's face as she orgasmed - especially when I got to participate - but I was doing everything within my power to try not to think about how dangerously close I was to cumming inside of her for the second time that day. She finally got her second orgasm and climbed off. I went to take a cold shower.

When I returned from the bathroom, Kasey's mom had gone to mess with the laundry - leaving her daughter & me with a little husband & wife time. Kasey wanted missionary - so we could look into each other's eyes - and tongue-wrestle - as we made love.

I started slow - giving her all the kisses & cuddles she wanted until she got her first orgasm. So far, I was doing okay - but I was worried about how worked-up I had gotten while getting her mother off. I sped things up a little trying to get Kasey a second orgasm. We had a nice rhythm going but it was still just love-making at that point. Her pleading and moaning was making my balls churn however. I thumbed across her clit - trying to amp things up a bit - she was panting a little - we were getting there. As her second one hit, she pulled me in tightly, and pressed her forehead against my jawbone. It was time to fuck. I grabbed her hips, raised them into the air a little, and started driving into her forcefully - shoving her before me - closer and closer to a climatic finish - like a tsunami. She was gasping & groaning. I pushed and pushed. Her fingers were digging into my shoulder blades. I growled at her and pushed to the finish. I was close - and I knew she was too.

"Cum for me, baby," I told her. "I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to fill you up. Your beautiful pussy is going to be loaded until it's overflowing. Fuck! You're so tight. Oh, fuck! Kasey! Kase!"

Her body trembled - starting the last throes before climaxing. I was already lost. My cock was blasting my seed inside of her. All I could do was hold on. None of my other senses were working for a few seconds. When they returned, my ears told me that my lovely, little bride had caught up with me - finally - at the end. She was gasping as the aftershocks of her climax hit her. I felt her abs & tummy muscles trembling against my own. Her vagina was pulsating around my cock.

"Fuck, Reg!" she gasped.

I kissed all around her mouth until she seemed to have enough breath for me to dive in - and then I kissed her hard until we were both breathless once more.

"I love you, Kasey Nicole," I told her.

"I love you, Reg. That was so good."

The door eased open and my mother-in-law peeked in - just as I rolled my bride on top of me for a few more kisses. She prowled over, killed the light, pulled up the covers, and snuggled in with us.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

We sat with mom at church. My mother-in-law actually behaved for once. Mom almost always wants KFC after church - so we picked her up at her house and we all went.

In the afternoon, we went over to Grandma Mitchell's for Uno. Since mom was already in the car with us, we drug her along to Grandma's as well. The girls all said they were watching their weight - and only took one cookie. That left more for me. I was okay with that.

Grandma talked us into staying for dinner. Kasey & I went to the kitchen to help her get things prepared while the moms sat and visited. Grandma got the chicken & noodles going. I peeled, cubed, boiled, and mashed the potatoes. Kasey fried a little bacon and shredded it to add to the green beans - along with a bit of onion - and then threw some rolls in the oven. Once the potatoes were ready, I got the table set. Kasey brought in the tea as Grandma went to call the moms to eat.

When we got home, we played Pussy Roulette again. My mother-in-law won this time. Kasey was a little grumpy about not going to sleep with a load of my jizz inside of her. It did not help at all that her mother was a very poor winner. I made a mental note to make sure - if we played that again before bed - to "throw the game" so that my wife won - if at all possible - especially considering that her mother was supposed to be getting her pussy filled in the mornings.

~~~ Monday ~~~

As soon as Kasey hopped into the shower - to get ready for cheer practice - her mother sucked my cock into her mouth - unwilling to let sleeping dogs lie. My foggy brain resisted her flirtatious advances until she spun around - and flopped her juicy slit onto my lips. I tasted her sweetness and my eyes opened to behold the world's most amazing pussy. My cock instantly doubled in size and my felator struggled with the sudden change. She was a pro, though, and was back on the attack a second later. I barely had time to lick her from the bottom of her slit - to the top - and to suck on her stiff nubbin - before she spun around to skewer herself on my prick.

"Good morning, lover," she cooed, smiling down at me.

Since I was already up - and since there was a hot, naked woman mounted on my cock - I decided to make the best of it. I rolled us over, and stood up - with my lover still mounted on my morning wood. I stepped to the wall, pressed her back against it, reached under her knees to grab her thighs, and started pumping my cock into her - bouncing her up & down against the hard surface.

She wrapped her hands around my neck - pulling me in - until her bobbing breasts brushed against my chest - and her stiff nipples traced paths across my body. She attacked my lips with her own - kissing me hard - as I pummeled her pussy with my raging prick.

"Shower's open," her daughter called, swatting me on the bare ass, as she ducked into the room just long enough to grab her phone. "See you fuckers later," she said, laughing as she left.

Her mother's cunt clenched on my intruding member and she keened as her pussy squirted on my cock & balls. I growled as my spunk started exploding from my cock - fountaining up - into her gripping channel. I held her steady - catching my breath - my weight continuing to press her into the wall. I was panting from the exertion - both from the fucking - and from my nuts being sucked dry by this woman's voracious vagina.

She kissed me and told me she needed to get moving or she was going to be late for work. I followed her into the shower - and tried to help her get ready - but she swatted my hands whenever I groped ... er ... I mean ... soaped ... her.

Once she was out the door - and the two of them were out of my hair - I got dressed and went to mow two yards, getting back about the same time as my bride. She informed me that I stunk - and sent me off, once more, to the shower - while she fixed lunch.

As we ate, she told me that she was planning a Labor Day trip for us to Reno. She had originally planned for us to take the train - so we could admire the scenery - and have sex - but - with only having three days - there wasn't time. She was going to have to bust her flight-cherry before our trip to see Pop & Mimi for Christmas.

I told her the guys wanted to get together again to hang out. I told her we needed to try to figure out when we could schedule a play-date for our moms - so the two of us could get some time, alone, with the other couples.

The two of us did laundry - and other household chores - waiting for Kasey's mom to get home from school. Today was just a Teacher In-Service day - set aside for professional development and last-minute room-prep - but it was still a full day.

When I took my mother-in-law's delicates in to be put away, I found a little maid outfit in her dresser. I stole the apron and headed down the stairs. When I heard her coming in the front, I hid - just out of sight - and waited for her to close the door.

I stepped out - wearing nothing but the apron (and a smile) - holding a feather duster. When she saw me, she doubled over, laughing - but then groped my dick - and gave me a kiss - which she ruined when she started laughing again.

"Come to the kitchen," she told me, "I have something to tell you both."

We found Kasey at the dining room table, messing around on her tablet (as usual), and stopped there. She looked up as we settled into the chairs next to her. She quirked an eyebrow at me when she noticed my outfit.

"Guess who resigned?" Mrs. Williams asked us, excitedly.

Kasey's mom told us that the district superintendent had shown up at her classroom - just after she had arrived - to tell her that Mr. Sanderson had resigned unexpectedly. She went on to say that the chief administrator had expressed concerns about how long it would take to find a replacement - since the year was already started - and had asked Mrs. Williams to step in to cover things until they could get a new principal hired.

She told us that she had accepted the temporary assignment. Her boss had said that, given the situation, he wasn't sure how long she would be required to fill in. He asked her to shuffle her classes around with the other Science teachers. He also instructed her to see if she could hire another educator - to help pick up the slack - since she would be busy most of the day - handling administrative tasks.

The superintendent had then escorted her to the opening assembly that would kick off the rest of the day's activities. He addressed the staff, informing them of the resignation - and of the fact that Mrs. Williams would be filling in. He asked them to be as helpful as possible as she worked to lead them into the new school year.

At that point, her boss had left - and Kasey's mom took over - leading the rest of the staff through the instruction & routines that would get them ready for the first day of school - the following day.

She said that several of the more-tenured staff members had pulled her aside - at the end of the day - to thank her for stepping up - and to tell her that they already felt better about how the year was going to proceed. Unsaid was the fact that they were not going to miss the old principal.

She had made time to greet the new teachers - but had brought home a stack of files - so that she could go over their information - and be better prepared to answer their questions when school started - which was always chaos.

Kasey & I fixed dinner as she started on her files. I was still wearing only the apron when I brought our plates in. My mother-in-law pinched my butt-cheek as I leaned over to give her a kiss on her perfect lips.

As we ate, she told us that the superintendent had also shared with her that the district would be willing to reimburse some of her tuition - if she decided to work on earning her principal's certification. She asked us what we thought of the idea. We were all in agreement that she should go for it.

Not only would it be a bump in pay but - her daughter & I were adamant that she would do a much better job than any other person in the school that we could think of. Given that she had worked there for so long, she was already way more qualified than for them to bring in somebody from outside. We told her that we guessed that - if she started on her classes before the semester break, we expected the superintendent to stop looking for a principal completely.

My bride & I cleared away the dishes and her mother was back in her files - preparing herself for the next day.

When we got ready for bed, my mother-in-law was too distracted to ask for her usual evening orgasm. In fact, we had to threaten her when she tried to bring her files to bed with us.

I tried massaging the soles of her feet, but she was still agitated and unresponsive. Finally, I laid down - my head next to her thighs - grabbed her hips, and bodily rolled her over - bringing her naked vulva onto my face. She resisted for a couple seconds but finally let me work and, soon, she was moaning and pulling my hair - grinding her cunt against my face.

My cock, of course, was as hard as a nail - and standing tall - like a Saguaro cactus in the middle of the Arizona desert. My hot, little wife peeled off her oversized sleepshirt, pulled her panties to the side, fingered her pussy until she was wet & ready, and then slid her tight little snatch down onto my rod. I reached my right hand over to rub up & down her leg - and run my thumb along the inside of her thigh - to try to tell her how fucking fabulous she felt - using gestures - since my mouth was busy licking, lapping, and nipping across her mother's quim.

Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sexy women moaning my name. My ears filled with their arousal -which only intensified my own. My mouth was filled with their flavor, my nostrils were full of their flowery scent, and every part of my body felt the touch of their caresses and the sensual stimulation of their bodies writhing and grinding against my own. I was trying not to cum yet - but I was losing the ability to maintain control. Kasey was the first to cum - her body shuddering as she sat in my lap - filled with my cock. Her shaking body and clasping cunt caused my body to rock - which sent my face up & down her mother's slippery slit a little faster - and banged my tongue & chin against her sensitive nub - which set her pussy to pulsing - and her thighs to locking onto my head - and her fingers to yanking my hair. My load of baby batter was already on the way to my wife's womb when her mother's pussy gave me a little flavor-burst. My cock rapid-fired the rest of the salvo - splashing it against her cervix.

Kasey's mom climbed off of me and flipped the light - as her daughter collapsed forward onto my chest. Mrs. Williams snuggled in beside us and I wrapped my arm around her to keep her close.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

I told myself I needed to be up early but Kasey was already moving by the time my eyes opened. I jumped up and headed for the kitchen to fix them something filling for breakfast.

When my wife came down, she grabbed the breakfast sandwich & a bottle of water and headed out the door for cheer practice.

When her mother arrived, she informed me that we were probably going to have to renegotiate on the morning love-making. I told her that was fine - that we would figure it out. The two of them were keeping my balls pretty drained anyway - so I was okay having the morning off until we came up with a new routine.

After she left, I got breakfast cleared away - and threw the extra sandwiches I'd made in the freezer for later. I did a few chores around the house and started another load of laundry.

I was crossing - from the living room - through the dining room - to the kitchen - when I heard a light thud on the sliding glass doors that led to the back yard. Since I was only a couple steps away, I walked over and pulled one of the vertical blinds to the side - to find Grandma Williams looking back at me. She gasped when she saw me, turned to hurry away, and tripped over a cement planter that held some succulents. It looked like Sansevieria Laurentii - also called Mother-in-Law's Tongue - which kind of seemed appropriate. The old biddy had fallen to the ground and was lying on the patio bricks. I went to check on her. I unlocked the door, slid it open, made sure she wasn't dead or dying, and then called my favorite police officer. She sat up - and was holding her ankle - but there was no bleeding and no bone showing - so I saw no need to call 9-1-1. When he answered, I explained the situation to him and he said he would send somebody to pick her up. I told her as much, slid the door closed (to keep the cool air inside), sat on a nearby lawn chair, and waited for her ride to appear.

About ten minutes later, the police arrived. He'd brought a friend with him. They helped her up - and each took one of her arms to walk her back around the house. Once they were out of sight, I headed back inside. Just for fun, I snuck a peek out one of the front windows. The other officer was driving the paddy-wagon. The thought of them locking her up made me laugh out loud.

I went upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my keys, and headed out the front door. An ambulance and a wrecker were sitting in the street. My favorite police officer strolled up and asked me if I wanted to press charges. I asked him if that was how the Order of Protection worked. He said "no" but suggested that - under the circumstances - it would be seen as being punitive. I looked at him, trying to figure out how to nicely say that she'd brought the whole thing on herself and he said, "I know, I know."

In the end, I agreed not to pursue legal recourse - with assurances from him that he would inform her - and her legal counsel - that this was an act of extreme grace - and not a sign that we were authorizing her happy ass to sneak around to peer in the windows.

I took a picture of the scene in the street and texted it to my wife with the words "Guess who?" I climbed into my car, navigated through the traffic jam, and headed out.

I stopped at the florist and bought two bouquets of flowers - which I dropped off at the high school office - informing Mrs. Williams' secretary that one of the arrangements was for her desk - and the other was for her boss.

When I got to Pop's, I showed Mack the text I'd sent to Kasey and he shook his head, laughing. His advice was, "You guys just need to move."

When I got home from work, the two of them were on the couch. Kasey had her ever-present tablet. Her mom had her files. They each pulled their feet out of the way and I plopped down between them. My mother-in-law spun around, ducked under my arm, and gave me a kiss for the flowers. I groped her breasts and nuzzled against her ear & neck. Kasey got jealous and ducked under my other arm to get some of the same treatment. I told each of them how fucking sexy they were as they started telling me about their days.

The cliques were forming in the cheer squad - and Kasey had to navigate through without pissing anybody off - since she wasn't sure, yet, who the real power-players were. She thought she had a good idea, but it was still a little early to throw in with either of the two main groups. Meanwhile, a collection of the new recruits were trying to form their own circle. Of course, all of this was anathema to the coach's attempts to get them all to function as a cohesive squad. Kasey said there were several girls in the same position that she was in. She was hoping that, if they held out long enough, the de facto majority might end up being the group that didn't want to join a group.

Mrs. Williams told us that she had taken the Ziploc - containing the camera - in to have a discussion with the superintendent. She told him all of the details - including what the note had said - and asked him to quietly let his peers - throughout the region - know not to accept employment applications from Mr. Sanderson.

In the cafeteria, at lunch, the superintendent stopped by and made an announcement that Mr. Jenkins had been awarded the Belmont HS "Exemplary Service Award". The administrator handed him a plaque - and a bonus check. Mrs. Williams said the kids and staff had all applauded and Mr. Jenkins had hurried off to his "office" - to hang up his award next to the door.

He had stopped by the high school office, later in the day, to thank her - figuring out that she had spoken on his behalf. She said that she shared with him - away from the crowds - that he would also be getting a 10% pay increase. He had become speechless at that point and simply turned and walked out of her office.

The superintendent had told her that the Regional Superintendent wanted a certified person to sign paperwork - and that - knowing that Kasey's mom would need a mentor for some of her classwork anyway - he had secured the services of a retired principal to come into the office - on Tuesdays and Thursdays - to sign documents - and give Mrs. Williams guidance and instruction. Kasey's mom would be starting classes - along with us - in a couple weeks.

Since the two of them were occupied I made dinner. They complained about the French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage links - but they ate it all.

At bedtime, Kasey reversed her mom's favorite position. She had her mother ride me cowgirl. My ornery wife, meanwhile, swatted her mother's ass and teased a finger along her taint and her shit-hole. Once Mrs. Williams had cum, Kasey shoved her forward - which gave me equal opportunity to nuzzle lips or nipples - and the cheer-squad renegade plopped down on my cock behind her mother - rocking all of our worlds.

I kissed my mother-in-law - and held her hips & ass - while her daughter fucked herself on my cock. The two of us fought back & forth on who got to grope her mother's breasts - or reach down to tease her clit & slit.

I tried to kiss my bride - as she hung over her mother's back - but Mrs. Williams was cock-blocking us - so I stuck a couple fingers in her sloppy twat and fingered the fuck out of her. She was so busy - humping my hand - trying to get one more orgasm - that she forgot about keeping her daughter's lips away from mine. We all came at pretty much the same time - and ended up having to throw the bedsheets in the laundry and switch to the other bedroom for the night.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Mrs. Williams didn't get her morning fuck because we were all running behind. I grabbed the breakfast sandwiches from the freezer, nuked them until they were lava, and sent one with each of them - along with napkins.

My mother-in-law was already out the door when I saw that she'd forgotten the stack of file folders that she was still working through. I grabbed them, threw them into the car, and texted her that I was bringing them and not to go back for them. She told me to meet her at the back door.

As I walked up, she opened the door, and I held out the files - but she grabbed my wrist and drug me inside.

"Wait here," she said, moving quickly to her classroom, to return empty-handed.

She grabbed my wrist, once again, and we headed down the hallway in the other direction. We got to a classroom that I had never seen used and she used her keys to unlock the door. She locked it back as soon as we were inside. The room was filled with an accumulation of desks, tables, and ancient electronics. The teacher's desk was still sitting where it should be - with a relatively uncluttered area around it - but the rest of the room was stacks and towers.

There was a paint-covered drop-cloth draped over the solitary piece of furniture. Mrs. Williams peeled it off and a cloud of dust erupted from it as she tossed it to the floor. The desk, beneath, looked brand new.

"Clothes," she said.

I started undressing - watching her as she did the same. I fucking loved this game. My cock was already rock-hard. I didn't know how much time we had - or what she had in mind - but I was all in.

She kept her bra & panties on. I pouted and she giggled and kissed me. She crouched down and took my ball-sac into her hand - like she was picking out fruit at the supermarket. She gave them each a little kiss - and then inhaled my erection. My nuts were now pressed against her chin. Her hair was perfect - and I didn't know what to do with my hand - so I clasped them behind my neck.

"Fuck!" I coughed out - as she sucked me like a mother-fucking vacuum cleaner.

My cock made a popping noise as it came out of her mouth & throat.

"Desk," she ordered.

I sat on the edge. She pointed to the middle. I scooted back and laid flat on the surface - like an Aztec sacrifice waiting for the blade.

She walked around beside the desk, wrapped her soft hand around my stiff rod, and slowly stroked me - leaning forward to kiss the breath from my lungs.

When I was out of breath, she leaned to my ear and whispered, "You make me so horny, naughty boy. You make my pussy ache, just thinking about having you inside of me - and, when you fill me with your seed, I dream of having your baby. I want it so badly that my breasts ache - yearning to start producing milk. The milk that you and your child will suck from my breasts as I hold you in my arms. You make me feel so very special and I'm so happy you agreed to all of this. I will give myself to you for as long as you will have me."

With that she climbed on top of me, pulled her panties to the side, looked into my eyes, and teased the head of my cock along the top of her slit - bumping it against her clit. Then - ever so slowly - she glided it - nestled within her labia - until it found her Holy of Holies. She nudged the tip against her entrance - but she wouldn't take me inside. My fists were clenched. I felt myself shoving them against the sides of my legs - willing her to let me in - my mind screaming that I was going to fucking explode if she didn't give in soon.

She lowered her weight - so slowly. My cock ached in anticipation. She pushed until the crown finally popped inside - the flare of my cock-head - lighting up like a Christmas tree as the stimulation shot an electric-jolt to my forehead.

She continued inserting my penis - millimeter by millimeter - into her gripping pussy - the muscles of her vagina touching every part of me as every nerve-ending traveled towards the goal.

When the tip of my penis touched the wall of her cervix, I gasped. At that same moment, a wave of contractions traveled down her sex-organ - and crested when it reached my knob. Her pussy squirted and I came. I usually cum in spurts. This was like a geyser erupting. It was like Mentos in a 2-liter of Coke. My body shook as every milliliter of semen was ejected from my body - and then I collapsed - exhausted.

"I love you, Reggie Mitchell. That - that - is what you do to me. Every time."

She climbed off, gave me a loving kiss, sucked my cock clean, dressed, and left the room - locking it behind her.

I do not know how long I laid there, immobilized, before I was able to get up.

I sat on the edge of the desk, waiting for the vertigo to pass.

Some of my lover's sticky mess was still covering my groin as I put my clothes back on. I draped the drop-cloth back over the desk, went to the door, paused to clear my head, and slipped out.

A few students were moving, quickly, up & down the hallways - from lockers to classrooms - but I didn't see anybody I knew - and they all just kind of ignored me.

Before I turned towards the exit, I glanced down at my favorite teacher's classroom. She was nowhere in sight but I swore - as I gave the door handle a push - I heard her tell a student to stop running in the halls.

I was 20 minutes late for Spanish. Kasey quirked an eyebrow at me when I walked into the room but - when I sat down beside her - she leaned over, gave a little sniff, and then reached over to pinch my nipple.

After our classes were done for the day, we dropped her car at home, dumped off our books, and rode together to Nick's house. On the way, I told her everything. She rubbed my dick and nibbled my ear as I gave her the details. When I parked at Nick's, she put her hand on my cheek and pulled me over for a sexy kiss.

We spent the afternoon - and most of the evening - catching up with Nick & Natalie and Paul & Cindy. I was surprised to see that Nick was doing a lot more touching than in the past - and Natalie wasn't denying any of his touches or teases. Kasey told me, later, that they still weren't ready to be intimate - but they were moving that way. She expected Nick to propose before the holidays. Meanwhile, Paul had, basically, moved in with Cindy - with Benny's blessing. The only real question, there, was whether or not Cindy would be pregnant before Paul popped the question.

When we got home, Mrs. Williams was relaxing on the couch - with no files in sight. She said that Mr. Jenkins was working harder than ever - and that both the students and the staff were complimenting him, publicly & often - and he was eating it up. She also said that she'd been in the office long enough, now, to figure out that there was way too much going on for one person to handle. She had talked to the superintendent and had gotten permission to hire an assistant for her secretary. The interviews were set up for after the Labor Day holiday. Kasey's mom would oversee the interviews - but she was planning to have the secretary ask all of the questions and pick her top three candidates. Mrs. Williams would make her decision from there.

At bedtime, we lay, side-by-side, naked and chatted. My lovers took turns stroking my cock and kissing me. I fingered them - at the same time - until they each came once. At that point, Mrs. Williams climbed onto my face, held my hands to the bed, and fucked herself on my face. I did my best to keep up - and not suffocate. Meanwhile, Kasey Nicole mounted me, reverse cowgirl, leaned forward, held my ankles, and slammed her twat onto my cock until we both came hard.

I begged each of them to let me suck their nipples. They let me nurse for a bit - with a little groping thrown in - before we killed the light and snuggled together to pass out.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

We waited for the Spanish professor for 15 minutes and finally decided they weren't coming. I had another class, down the hall, in 45 minutes - so I stayed at my desk and pulled out my phone. Kasey did the same but - two minutes later - rubbed my cock-bump through my pants and said, "Wanna fuck?"

"Where?" I asked.

She grabbed my wrist, and dragged me down the hall to the women's restroom.

One of the girls from Spanish looked like she was trying to pop a zit. She watched us, in the mirror, as my wife pulled me to the farthest stall and hauled me inside, closing & latching the door.

"Pants - sit," she whispered - although I could hear it echo off of the walls.

I dropped my shorts & boxers to my ankles and sat down. She hung her blouse on the coat hook - along with her bra - pulled her panties to the side, lifted her skirt, and sat on my lap - wedging my rigid cock as far up her hot cunt as it would go.

"You're a naughty boy, Reggie. Do you know what naughty boys do?"

"What?"

"They find sweet, innocent, little girls and they corrupt them."

"Have I corrupted you?"

"Yes. You make me want to do bad things."

"Like what?"

"Like take you into the girls' bathroom and get you to stick your naughty dick inside my pussy."

"Do you like my naughty dick?" I asked her.

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to kiss me until I can't breathe."

"And then?"

"Suck on my soft titties until my nipples hurt."

"And then?"

"Lift my skirt up - and make me look at your naughty dick - shoved up inside of me - filling my pussy."

And then?"

"You'll tell me to pinch my nipples as you grab my hips and fuck your naughty dick into my tight little pussy until you shoot all of your semen inside of me - trying to put a baby in my belly."

I cuddled her face in my hands and brought our lips together - first just a touch - and then a wedding day kiss - and then the kiss of a lover - yearning to watch their lover's face - as they cum together.

When we separated she gasped, "Suck them, Reggie."

I nibbled a trail from her lips, across her neck, to her breasts - circling the nipples twice before I took them into my mouth and sucked them until she keened.

"Show me," she said, "show me how far your naughty prick is buried inside of my pussy."

I lifted her skirt and looked to where we were joined. All of my dick was inside of her.

"Fuck me, Reggie. Fuck me so hard that I can't walk. Fill me with your seed. Make a baby inside of me."

I grasped her hips - trapping her skirt in my palms - so we could each see where my shaft caused her mons & abs to bulge. The bump shrank, as I lifted her thin sexy body into the air, and slowly skewered her back down onto my dick.

"Faster, Reggie."

I kept the pace the same.

"Please, Reggie. Fuck my pussy."

I kept it the same but whispered, "Cum for me. Cum and I'll fuck you."

I slowly jacked her body up & down on my rod - maintaining the constant rhythm.

Finally, she moaned, "It's coming Reggie. I'm going to cum. You're going to make me climax on your naughty cock."

"When you do," I told her, "I'll fuck you so hard you'll cum again - and then I'll give you what you want."

I ground her tight twat onto my stiff rod a half-dozen more times before she moaned, "I'm cumming Reggie. I'm cumming."

Her vaginal muscles grasped at me and her body shuddered.

"You're so beautiful. I love how sexy you look when you orgasm. I'm going to make you cum again - and I'm going to watch you - as you jizz for me - and then I'll watch your face as I nut in you and fill your pussy with babies."

"Do it, Reggie. Fuck me. Give me your babies," she moaned.

Her pussy had gotten really wet - and I'm sure I'd leaked a little pre-cum inside of her - so things were becoming more fluid. I took advantage of the reduced friction to start pistoning her taut body - and twat - up & down on my raging hard-on. Her hands were extended - to the right & left - pressed against the walls of the bathroom stall - supporting herself - as I fucked her hard enough that our bodies made a wet slapping sound as her ass dropped to my lap each time I drove my cock inside of her trembling tightness.

"Fuck me, Reggieeee," she keened.

As I felt her body starting to climax I called to her, "Cum for me, sweet, girl. I love you so much - your brain, your body, your sexy little ass, your tiny nipples, your tight little cunt. Fuck! Cum for me. Make my poor balls explode inside of you."

I stood up, pressed her back against the door of the stall, and fucked her - driving my aching prick into her - punishing her pussy - pushing her - shoving her at her climax - and building my own.

She grunted as I fucked her - and moaned as she finally came - her pussy clamping down on my cock once more - triggering my orgasm.

"Here it comes, baby. I love you so much. I want to knock you up so bad! Ugh!"

I thrusted up into her - shoving my sperm-spigot at the gateway to her womb. She might be on the pill - but I was going to try my damnedest to fuck a baby into her.

I held her - pinned against the door - until our breathing returned to normal.

From the other side of the room, someone said, "Thanks you two! That was fucking hot!" and I heard the door being pulled open.

"Yeah, thanks. Now I need to go find my boyfriend," someone moaned.

"You'd better hang onto him, Kase," someone else called out. "He's a keeper."

The door opened and closed a few more times.

When we were dressed again, and peeked out, no one was there. I expected to find people waiting in the hallway, but it was vacant as well.

At bedtime, Kasey told her mother that we'd already fucked - and that she could take my load. I wasn't sure I was really ready to go again but my mother-in-law laid on her back, opened her mouth-watering body to me, and I capitulated.

I kissed her mouth, sucked her breasts, and gripped her ass - as I pumped my cock into her amazing pussy until she slid through one small orgasm. I grabbed her ankles, raised her feet into the air, and fucked her like a cheap whore until she called my name as she came - and I filled her with spunk.

I collapsed into her arms and she hugged & kissed me as I fell asleep, exhausted.

The last thing I saw - before my eyes closed - was my beautiful wife - sitting in the corner - watching me fuck her mother.

~~~ Friday Night ~~~

Kasey texted her mother and me, mid-morning on Friday and told us not to dawdle - and to be home by 4:00pm. She had already warned us not to schedule anything for the weekend. Mack wasn't too happy with me but I promised him that, once we got through the start of school, I thought my schedule would settle down.

I got in the door at 3:45pm and she told me to go pack a backpack for a weekend on the road. I headed to find my ear-buds and whatever else I thought I wanted - oh - and clothes.

A few minutes later, my mother-in-law pinched my ass as she passed me, looking for a small suitcase and muttering about her daughter's secret plans. Since I was mostly packed, I grabbed a breast, pulled her in for a hot kiss to get her calmed a little - and then helped her find what she thought she needed for this adventure.

A half-hour later, Kasey was yelling at us to hurry because the Uber was on the way. Secret plans, indeed! We grabbed the rest of our stuff and drug it outside as the driver pulled up. In a few minutes, he was dumping us off at the departures desk and my hot little cheerleader was checking us in and getting tags for our bags. Six or so hours later, we landed in Reno, Nevada. Other than some heavy breathing - and fervent prayers - by both of my seat-mates - during take-off, things had gone reasonably well.

We grabbed an Uber to the hotel, walked around a little - taking in the sights - and then headed back to take advantage of our king-size pillow-top bed. It seemed appropriate to play Pussy Roulette - and Kasey actually won this time - but it had been close!

~~~ Saturday ~~~

We slept late, had breakfast delivered to our room, packed our things, and checked out of the hotel. A limousine was waiting for us when we walked outside. The driver took us on a quick tour of Reno and then stopped at the county clerk's office for Kasey to pick up some papers. From there, we headed for Lake Tahoe. Along the way, we stopped at several scenic locations - where Kasey took pictures of me and her mom - and her mom took pictures of me and her daughter - and the driver took photos of the three of us. At each spot, we took some serious shots, some sexy shots, and some fun ones.

Arriving at the hotel, we ate a late lunch in the bistro and then went to check in. Kasey handed our bags to a porter and dragged us off to get our hair, make-up, hands, and feet done. I argued that I would rather go take a nap. We resolved the issue by doing things democratically. I lost 2-to-1. My nails have never looked so good. My fingernails turned out nicely as well. I protested by flirting with the young Asian girl who was working me over. I thought I was doing pretty well until the shop owner walked by, overheard my banter, and informed me that the girl didn't speak English. My wife got entirely too much joy out of that.

When we were finished with the torture session - physical & mental - my wife took her mother and me out to a pretty view of the lake. While her mother was distracted - looking at Lake Tahoe - Kasey bumped my elbow, handed me a ring-box, took out her phone, and nodded towards her mother. I opened the box to find an engagement ring inside. I dropped to one knee just as Kasey's mom turned back to see what she & I were up to. When she saw me - and the box in my hand - she gasped and threw her hands up to cover her mouth.

"Kelsey Williams ..." I began.

"Yes. Yes! YES! Fuck, yes! Oh - Kasey!"

I was still down on one knee - still holding the ring box - still waiting - as my two lovers embraced, kissed, cried, and hugged some more. When they finally turned back to me, I asked my wife if she had gotten the picture and she cursed loudly.

After fixing the worst of her mother's tear-streaked mascara, we staged the photos that she needed. We had pictures of me kneeling, her mom's surprised look, the ring sliding onto her finger, and the kiss to seal the deal. After we were finished with the pictures, we headed back to the spa - to get her makeup repaired for the wedding.

Once that was complete, Kasey finally allowed us to go to the room - the honeymoon suite (obviously). There, I discovered the reason that I had been told I couldn't ditch the girls to come here. Almost every available space was filled with wedding stuff.

Kasey called the desk to inform them that she was ready and - within minutes - a veritable army of employees showed up to haul off flowers, flowers, and more flowers - as well as an archway, candles, and a bunch of stuff that I didn't even know words for.

I moved to the balcony - to get out of the way - and to take a minute to check out the view. Kasey's mom started to join me but her daughter was after us to get our clothes changed. With fewer boxes to search through, it was easier to find the ones that were for me.

A photographer materialized - as if from thin air - and began snapping pictures of the three of us. Once I was dressed, Kasey sent me downstairs - to wait just outside of the lobby while they finished getting ready. The girls arrived - with the paparazzi in-tow - and Kasey directed me - eyes forward - towards a terrace - where I discovered all of the items from our room had been relocated - and set up.

Finally, I was allowed to turn to look at my bride. She was breathtaking - even more beautiful than normal. In the glow of the late afternoon sun, she was radiant.

Kasey's mom had a strapless dress that wrapped tightly around her midsection - magnifying her slender body - and showcasing her already magnificent breasts. At her hips, the wrapped-look transitioned into a sleek & slender gown that further highlighted all of her amazing assets - including her amazing ass.

The gown was snow-white.

Mrs. Williams had attempted to object to the color but she was summarily shot-down when her daughter informed her that she had never been untrue to Kasey's father - or her husband-to-be - and that there was no reason in the world she should wear any other color. Her mother had quietly nodded and accepted what she could not change and - by rights - had no reason to. Kasey was wearing the wedding dress she had worn a few weeks before - for our ceremony.

The officiant walked up and - as the sun began to set - Mrs. Kelsey Williams & I took our places, holding hands, facing one another. When the man asked, "Who gives this bride?" Kasey answered, "I do," and her mother fought to keep the tears from returning.

As she battled her emotions to maintain her composure, I leaned a little closer and stage-whispered, "You look hot."

She smirked at me and nodded at the man to continue.

He read the scriptures and we professed our love, offered each other our vows, and exchanged the rings. Once the man had declared Kelsey & me "husband & wife", my newest bride kissed me long & hard - which made my cock long & hard. My nuts were already churning - anticipating the consummation of our union.

At this point, Kasey's directives deviated from the standard wedding script.

My first wife stepped up and grabbed my right hand with her left - and her mom's left with her right - and she joined our circle. Kasey had written vows - and we repeated them to each other - each of us to the other partners in the relationship - with promises to support, protect, and strengthen - what Kasey referred to as a "braid of three strands".

Looking back and forth between my two wives, I will admit that I was lost in a cloud of love & lust that only dissipated when I heard the photographer sniffling as she continued to snap pictures.

When we were finished, Kelsey & I signed the marriage certificate along with the minister - as officiate - and Kasey as witness. Once that was finished, Kasey revealed one more document - a form to submit a name change from our home state. Kasey's mom lunged - to hug her - and I grabbed the form from her grasp before it was destroyed in the tumult.

At that point, Kasey informed her mother that she estimated it was going to take her about an hour to work with the hotel staff to get everything packed away. She suggested that the two of us go find something to do to keep ourselves occupied.

Kelsey & I each gave her a quick kiss - and then I scooped her mother into my arms and carried her towards the hotel - and the elevator that would take us to the honeymoon suite - and the king-size bed. Behind us, the staff was applauding - and the photographer was still snapping pictures - and sniffling.

My new bride & I were already making out as I carried her onto the lift. I was intently focused on her breath-taking lips but she somehow managed to hit the right button to get us moving. When we arrived at our floor, we were still playing sucky-face and the door closed - leaving us inside. My lover reached around, blindly, until she hit the button to reopen it.

When I stepped into the hall - and saw the door to the room - the gateway to paradise - I swore loudly. I had suddenly realized that neither of us had grabbed a keycard.

At that moment, an out-of-breath staff member came racing from the stairwell - holding a card aloft. Seeing that my arms were full, he handed it to the lady in white - and then carefully dodged around us to hit the call-button - to disappear into the elevator.

Mrs. Williams - Kelsey - my bride - my new wife - giggled nervously as she first failed - and then succeeded - in convincing the keycard reader to let us into the room.

She tossed the card aside as I carried her to the bed and laid her on it - climbing on top of her to collect a few more passionate kisses. We tried removing each other's clothing as we made out - but it didn't work. We kissed until we were panting - and then separated to strip. I helped her with a zipper but - otherwise - we each hurriedly disposed of our separate clothing. We were both naked - and falling onto the bed together - in a matter of seconds.

She went to her back in the center of the huge bed and I leapt between her legs.

She pulled her legs up & back, grabbed hold at the knees, and spread herself open wide. I buried my flesh-sword - to the hilt - inside of her. I kissed her madly as I began driving my aching penis into her - frenzied - holding her face as I kissed her hard & fucked her harder. Her feet & ankles wrapped around me - locking me inside her velvety heavens - as I fucked her as if I only had seconds left to live. The first orgasm exploded from her body - covering me. My senses were full of her - eyes, mouth, tongue, and nose - and every single one magnified my lust. I groped, grabbed, and gripped every part of her luscious body. Her hands were everywhere on me - and my body was on fire. I fucked her like an animal in heat - heedless of anything but my intense need - the need to fill her with my seed. Her body trembled - as she came a second time - and I continued to pound my cock into her gripping tightness. My thrusts were long & full - our sweaty, slippery bodies slapping together with each impact - the large bedroom filled with our growls and the noises of our feral love-making.

At last I sensed my end on the horizon and I rushed to meet it.

I threw her legs off of me, grabbed & held her by her hips, and jackhammered my prick in & out of her amazing pussy. Her moans & growls were only interrupted by her calling my name - demanding that I breed her. My testicles clenched - and answered her cry - and I began pumping every drop of my seed into my new wife. I came so hard that I groaned as the blasts fired from my body into hers. She pulled my face to hers and her channel clenched around me - and her pussy erupted - as her body returned fire.

Kasey didn't show up as soon as she had threatened - and her mother & I used that time to kiss & cuddle - and tell each other how much we cared for one another. When my first wife finally did arrive, she was carrying a new mattress cover and new bed sheets. Practical, smart, and beautiful - both of my wives - I'm the luckiest fucker on the planet.

Once we had changed the linens, we went out on the balcony and took in the views of the moonlit lake. After that, we spent some time in the hot tub, relaxing & recovering. When my two lovers had touched, teased, kissed, and cuddled long enough to resurrect my erection, we returned to the bed.

My testes were still waving the white flag in surrender - but my wives had me hard enough for them to ride. Kasey's mom told us that she'd had so much fun - being sandwiched between us - the other day - that she wanted to repeat that event.

I alternated kisses between both of them as Kelsey lay on my stomach - and rode my fingers - while Kasey rode my cock - rubbing her chest against her mother's back as she groped & squeezed the breasts, areolas, and nipples that she had once nursed from.

They took their time - getting their orgasms - and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to join them in climax - but Kelsey kissed me hotly as I felt her vaginal muscles clench down on my fingers - and then Kasey kissed me as she came - squirting a little. Fortunately, we had anticipated that possibility - and had laid a couple bath towels down before we started. We got cleaned up, tossed the towels in the bathroom, and curled up together to fall asleep.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

We took a morning stroll - down to the lake - and snapped some amazing pictures. I took a few pictures of the water as well.

When we got back to the room, my gorgeous wives decided we should play Pussy Roulette.

They threw a towel over my face and took their places. Even before either one of them mounted me, I could tell Kasey was facing me - both from the way her little butt felt on my abs - and the way her mom was holding my ankles - with my stiff prick bumping her ass-crack as she rubbed her taint on my ball-sac. I was getting ready to yell, "Delay of game!" when they finally started.

Whenever it's was Kasey's turn to fuck my cock, I left her alone but - as soon as she slipped off for her mom to switch-in - I reached up and teased a finger up & down her slit - around her clit - and, occasionally, a digit or two into her pussy. I expected her mom to figure out that we were cheating - but she was focused on her own climaxes.

I had just started cumming inside of my first wife when her mother called, "Time!" and shoved her daughter off of me - to slam her own cunt down on my prick - to capture the rest of my spunk. Kasey was growling at her mom - so I threw the towel off my face and pulled her tender body up - dragging her breasts into my mouth. I stuck a couple fingers in her spunk-covered twat and manhandled her sensitive bits while I sucked her tits. She finally blasted into another orgasm and was soon growling at me instead of her mother - as I continued to abuse her clit & twat with my slippery fingers.

My second wife, meanwhile, had still been riding my slime-covered fuck-stick - and had gotten another orgasm for herself as well.

As soon as they were both sated and civil, we wiped ourselves off and moved to the hot tub - where we boiled ourselves until we resembled overcooked pasta.

We got dressed, and headed downstairs to eat in the bistro - enjoying the views as well as the food.

Kasey got a notification that the pictures were ready and we met the photographer at the front desk to collect the prints and the USB-stick. The girls, of course, were dying to see the prints and pulled them out to look. Gasping, they both wrapped the poor woman in their arms and showered her with kisses. Kasey dug in her purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill to hand her as a tip. The woman tried to decline - but my younger wife insisted - and she can be very persuasive. The woman gave them each a hug, once more, told them how beautiful they were and then disappeared.

We went back up to the room and spent the afternoon looking through all of the amazing photos and trying to figure out what prints we wanted to have made - and where we could display them.

After an early dinner at a nearby restaurant, we took a sunset boat tour out on the lake. The driver looked at me a little enviously as my two companions kept stealing kisses and cuddles. They were each wearing pink bikinis with white terry cloth shorts that hugged their waists and tight butts. The views were spectacular and we took even more pictures. I took a few pictures of the lake as well.

That night, Kelsey rode me until she got an orgasm - and then Kasey climbed on and rode until she got one. While they were "in the saddle", I rubbed all over their bodies and focused on their amazing breasts. The one who was waiting their turn was free to touch & tease me or my partner.

Once they'd each gotten their first one, we started again. The love-making was more sensual this time - and they let me have their breasts in my mouth. My hands were all over their bodies as they writhed on me and stroked my fuck-meat in & out of their hot pussies.

When both of my wives had gotten their second orgasm, it was my turn.

They had me spread my feet apart - and each of them picked a side - and lounged on or against my thigh - their breasts & other naked bits touching me. They looked into my eyes as each of them worked together to pleasure me with their mouths.

Sometimes they would each take a side - and simultaneously stroke my aching meat with their lips & mouths. Sometimes one would suck the head while the other licked or nipped my shaft - and then they would switch. Other times, one went after my balls while the other focused on my cock.

My hands were clenched into fists against the sides of my hips. The intensity of the stimulation was giving me an aneurysm. I was moaning & groaning as they tormented me. They both stared at me with those lust-filled eyes - while their mouths touched, teased, and tasted.

At last, they leaned forward - each of their mouths wrapping around the ridge of my cock-knob. Their talented oral muscles circled & stroked the ridge & head. When their tongues would bump together, they would get a funny look on their faces - and my cock would lurch with the mental wrangling of their tentative tasting.

Time suddenly slowed - and I held my breath as I watched both of their tongues slide across the top of the hood of my prick - and then touch - tip to tip - centered on my sperm-spigot.

I stared at their faces as they looked at each other - their brains analyzing the data. The scene was just too fucking erotic for me to process - and my ball-sac seized - and my semen started fountaining up between them - splashing across their tongues, noses, and mouths.

They fought to see who could get more of my jizz - and my balls just kept churning. It was so hot - so carnal - so wrong - and so right.

The sperm showers ended - but my entire plumbing system - from my balls to the mouth of my cock - were still contracting - trying to find and expel more fuel for this lust-fire.

They licked each other clean - and kissed once - and then used the towels to finish cleaning themselves up.

They turned off the lights and cuddled into my sides.

I laughed in exhaustion. Every part of my reproductive system was till twinging with aftershocks caused by their erotic sex-play.

~~~ Monday ~~~

I cursed, loudly, as Kasey's alarm practically screamed at us to get up and get moving. I finally shoved her unmoving body toward the thing - growling at her to shut it off. We fought for space in the bathroom to get ourselves ready for the day. I felt a little funny in my cold-weather beach-wear - but that was what Kasey said we should be wearing. Eventually, we made our way to the lobby - where a driver picked us up and shuttled us to the white-water rafting place. After some instructions, basic rules, and several minutes of getting outfitted with helmets & PFDs, we were ready to begin our adventure.

Getting up early sucked - but the rest of the day was amazing. We laughed, we screamed, and - at least twice - I nearly shit myself as we careened down the rapids. The whole, crazy adventure wrapped up a little after noon. We looked over the photos they offered - and Kasey said, "Why not?" - and bought them all. I didn't really want the one where I looked like I was going to cry but - of course - I lost that vote too.

Back at the hotel, we grabbed a quick bite in the bistro and then headed to our room to pack. The limousine (and the driver who had brought us here) returned - and shuttled us back to the airport - just in time to get queued up for the flight home.

I don't know that what we did really qualified us for the Mile High Club - but both of my sexy wives took a turn pulling their panties to the side and lifting their skirts enough to slip my cock inside of their tight twats. I held their waists as they bounced up & down on my lap a few times - sliding my stiff prick as deeply into their pussies as we could manage in the cramped space. I'm pretty sure the people across from us figured out what we were doing - but nobody said anything. Afterwards, we shared some kisses and then napped - waking up to enjoy our hearty in-flight meal - before napping some more - to land (back home) just before midnight.

The Uber driver that picked us up seemed like he was almost as tired as me - so I kept him talking all the way home to #24 Mulberry Street. I tipped him well. I just hoped we were his last run of the night because he looked like he needed some serious down-time.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

When the alarm went off, after the long holiday weekend, it was a battle of wills to get myself up - and my wives called me bad names as I harried them through their morning routines to get them out the door on time. Don't tell anyone but - after they were gone - I laid back down for another hour of sleep.

My mind, however, had other thoughts - having already started working on my itinerary for the day - and I finally dragged myself out of the bed to jump in the shower. Somewhat revived, I headed down to Belmont High to pick up my MILF wife to take her to the County building - where she filed - and I witnessed - her form to change her name to Kelsey Guinevere Mitchell. My college-coed wife caught up with us as we came out of the building, confirmed that she been successful, and gave her mom a hug - before heading off to her next class.

I dropped my mother-in-law-bride back off to work - with a kiss and some light petting - and headed to Pop's. I didn't have that many hours scheduled to work - but I was still a zombie by the time I came in the door and collapsed onto the couch between my wives.

As we fixed dinner, my former teacher announced that she was getting off of the pill.

Now that we had made our relationship official - at least as far as the three of us were concerned - the MILF was determined that she wanted to have a child with me and - given her age - she had decided that waiting would only reduce her chances. She was hoping to be pregnant before Halloween so that she could deliver the baby over summer break and be ready to go back to school, again, in the fall. Kasey hugged her mom and went to get her tablet to start running the numbers to figure out fertility cycles.

Given the fact that Kasey had been the only product of Kelsey's previous marriage, our chances - honestly - of getting pregnant that fast (if at all) were slim - but my new wife was determined to try. Kasey, for her part, was excited for several reasons - there would be a baby in the house, she would get to keep her routine (at least for the most part), and she would finally have a sibling - and be an aunt!

After dinner, my two beautiful wives were ready to lie in bed and talk through possibilities & scenarios. I swear I nodded off for a second and they were already comparing names - for kids that hadn't even been conceived yet!

In the end, Kasey said we should do the triple-backed-beast routine once more - otherwise known as the sandwich - only, this time, Kasey would get my fingers - and her mother would get the load of baby-batter. Since it would take a few days for the pill to stop working, it really wouldn't do any good - but Kasey argued that it was the idea that counted. Her mother was, obviously, more than willing to take my load in her hot cunt - anytime and anywhere - so she readily agreed to the plan. It's a good thing we had the towels - because they both made a mess again.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Kasey headed off early - as usual - for cheer practice; Kelsey headed off early - as usual - to make sure the office was ready for another day. I made breakfast.

Once my lovers were out the door - and I had the kitchen cleaned up - I grabbed a shower and got ready for class - arriving a little before my wife.

I enjoyed being able to take most of my courses with my younger bride. She arrived at our first class, sweaty, out-of-breath, and with stiff nipples. I looked directly at her mouth-watering milk-duds and raised my eyebrows. When she sat down, next to me, she leaned over and gave me a kiss - but then the professor showed up. Dammit!

By the end of the day, the jet-lag was kicking our asses - and we barely got through our dinner - and started on our homework - before we were falling asleep on the couch.

Kasey announced that we needed a break.

Her mother stripped and threw herself onto the couch, spreading her knees open wide, and telling me that she wanted me to eat her out. I started 69'ing with her and Kasey joined us - scooching her fine little butt up against her mom's. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer - so that their taints were damned-near mashed together. As my more-experienced wife sucked my cock like a champ, I used my mouth and fingers to work on the vulvas of my lovers. I licked from Kelsey's clit - along her pink slit - across her fuck-hole - and then jump-ship to Kasey's vaginal entrance - up her slit - and around her nubbin' - before heading back the other way. Meanwhile, my fingers were squeezing, teasing, and stroking anything & everything.

I couldn't see what Kelsey was doing - but she was quickly convincing my balls to ignore my commands - and do whatever she wanted. Meanwhile, her daughter was pinching & pulling her breasts as I ate the two of them through at least one climax - before the sights, sounds, and smells overloaded my brain - and I started firing my jizz down Kelsey's experienced throat.

I made sure they each got one more orgasm before we returned to our homework. I was alert for a little while - but then the adrenaline of our sex-play started wearing off - and I was getting drowsy once more - even though I was doing my homework in the nude - in the company of two hot, bare naked ladies.

By the time we finished our studies, we were exhausted and dragged ourselves up the stairs to fall into bed together. I have no clue who got the light - it wasn't me.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

I had fewer classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays - so I hurried home to get some yard-work done. I threw on some grub clothes and jumped on the mower - first mowing mom's yard - and then racing back across town to mow ours.

The girls had dinner - and ice-water - waiting for me. Kelsey wanted a quick sweaty fuck but her daughter ordered me to shower before she would sit next to me to eat. We traded stories over dinner - although my sharing item was just that somebody needed to weed-eat - because I hadn't had time for that.

Kelsey said that they had finished the interviews for the assistant secretaries. She had informed the superintendent that she felt it would be best to hire two of the applicants. Each seemed to gel with the woman who would be their supervisor - and she was determined that there was enough work to keep them all occupied.

The extra personnel would give the office extra coverage for time-off - as well as allow for checks & balances for fiscal responsibilities. She said the chief administrator had balked at first but had, eventually, been won over by her arguments. She said the secretary was ecstatic. She could now - once the other two were trained - take time off to deal with personal matters - and not have to worry that the office would devolve into chaos.

Kasey told us that the two cheer-squad cliques had wasted most of their venom on each other - and that the coach had taken the opportunity to stick a knife in things - largely bringing the schism to an end.

The girls who didn't want to join a faction had stepped up their effort-levels - and had set the bar for the others. Kasey said the ones who had been causing the strife were now too busy working their tails off to keep up - and wouldn't have time to bicker & fight.

I wasn't sure when I'd have time to see a game - but I told my little cheerleader that I was definitely looking forward to seeing her shake her tail-feathers in that sexy little outfit.

At bedtime, Kasey put her uniform on and did a little routine. God! She was hot. The uniform had always been a turn-on for me - and my little wife's amazing body filled it out perfectly - and her sexy moves had me rock-hard and ready to fuck.

She offered to pull the panties to the side and let me take her while she was wearing the outfit and - the next thing she knew - she was on the bed - on her back - with my cock buried inside of her tight little twat.

There's not much in the world that's more arousing than slamming your prick into a hot, sexy cheerleader. The feeling of her pussy - gripping your dick - as you watch that skirt - and her breasts - flop around. Fuck! The sounds of her gasping for breath - as you pound the loving hell out of her pussy. The way she keens - as her climax takes her. The face she makes - as she cums on your cock. The feel of her pussy - clenching on you - as her orgasm overtakes her. The wet sounds of your nuts slapping against her taint - every time you slam into her - as her sexy-sauce oozes around your joining.

I held her hips - and the fabric of her skirt flopped back & forth as I fucked my beautiful cheerleader. She tried to remind me that I was supposed to be saving my spunk for her mom - but she got it instead - all of it. As it was, she barely had time to cum before I nutted inside of her.

Kelsey gave me a few minutes to recover - and then she sucked & licked my sloppy dick - and we kissed & cuddled - until I was hard enough to knock her through a couple orgasms - and chase away the day's stress. She rode me - which gave me ample opportunity to take advantage of her ample breasts. When she was getting close, I whispered that I couldn't wait to nurse on her mammaries alongside our child and she came all over me.

~~~ Friday ~~~

I'm not sure why - and I'm sure I'd eventually acclimate to my new schedule - but it felt like I had more classes on Friday than any other day.

When I finally escaped, I stopped by mom's house - to trim - and then ran home to do our yard. Kasey shoved me towards the bathroom and became physically abusive when I tried to give her a sweaty hug. I growled and chased after her and she shrieked and leapt over the couch to escape. I went upstairs to wash the grass clippings off.

We decided we deserved a treat and voted on where we were eating. Each of us nominated a place and then we did a secret ballot. I asked for a recount but got voted down again. I'm beginning to think I may not be cut out for a career in politics.

The unanimous winner - according to the election auditor - my younger wife - was Benny's. I told her that my ballot must have had a hanging-chad because I was certain that I had voted for Gas Station Sushi. My appeal was denied.

When we walked in, I was all set to order my usual - but there was a picture of the world's biggest chili-cheese dog on the scrolling menu - so I ordered my usual - plus - the dog. Needless to say, I took most of my food home. In the end, I finished the dog and more than half of the fries - oh - and the raspberry shake.

When Cindy saw us come in, she told her sister she was taking her break - and came over to sit with us. As we waited for our food - and ate - Kasey & Cindy caught each other up on most of the important gossip.

Apparently, Carol had gotten desperate enough to show up at Nick's house. Lord only knows what she thought that was going to accomplish - but she had failed - because she picked a night when Natalie was there.

Kasey's cousin had told the bitch that she'd missed her chance - and that Nick was too fucking good for her. She also told her that she'd better hurry up and figure out how to keep a man or she was destined to die lonely. Cindy said, after the slut had left, the two of them had sat on the couch and talked. Nick spent most of his time talking about how much he appreciated Natalie and the fact that she actually cared about how he felt. She had asked him if he was ready to escalate things and he said yes.

According to Cindy, all of that had happened early in the week - and - the next day, Nat had given Nick a quick titty-fuck and then had sucked him off. Cindy said the poor boy had passed out.

When he woke up, he wanted to return the favor but Natalie made him wait one more day. He, of course, hadn't been very good - but he had listened to what his girlfriend told him - and got her to cum twice. She was pretty damned happy - and Nick had been elated. As they sat on the couch, afterwards, he had asked her if she would be willing to marry him and she had said yes. They were going ring-shopping Saturday.

Kasey was a little miffed that she'd had to hear all of the details from Cindy but the waitress said that the two of them had come in the night before - for dinner - and that everything just kind of spilled out. Cindy said they hadn't told anybody else yet.

As we sat, talking, Kasey's phone chimed with a text from her cousin that said things were escalating and that Nick was going to officially propose down by the lake at the main park the next day. She asked Kasey if she wanted to be there and, of course, she said yes.

We arrived home, put our leftovers in the fridge, and headed up to bed for a game of Pussy Roulette. Kasey let her mom win this time and we cuddled together to fall asleep.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

Kelsey woke me up by sucking my dick and then - as soon as I was awake - begged me to throw her over the couch and bang the hell out of her. Kasey was just happy to see us leave the room so she could sleep in a little longer.

I gripped her fabulous breasts as I slid my stiff prick inside of her well-lubricated cunt - she wanted this - was already thinking about it - it seemed. She moaned as I bottomed-out inside of her - loving the feeling of her vaginal-muscles writhing against my fuck-rod. I started making love to my beautiful MILF - laying over her back - mauling her breasts - stroking my meat in & out of her glorious gash.

Once her first climax passed, she pulled my lips to hers and then whispered, "Fuck me, lover."

I stood up, grabbed her hips, and started fucking my cock in & out of her - her sweet body jolting with each collision - as I banged the head of my penis against the door of her womb. I was grunting - and she was moaning. Her pussy felt amazing and I didn't last long.

After I filled her mother's cunt, the two of us cooked breakfast and the smell of crisply-fried bacon brought the beautiful little zombie to life.

We did a little homework - since we'd skipped it the night before - and got dressed, hit the taco truck for lunch, and then parked the car to walk to the spot Kasey's cousin had named.

Nick was beaming as he asked Natalie to marry him and - despite the fact that she'd already known it was coming - she got all teary & cuddly. Everybody hugged everybody and the girls all ooh'd and awe'd over the size of her ring. I pulled Nick to the side to ask about the blowjob and he blushed like crazy - but then told me that he was beyond happy with Natalie and how much she truly cared about him. I gave him a hug and told him that he deserved true love and that I thought he had found it.

As we drove home, Kasey gushed that Natalie had asked her to be her bridesmaid. A couple seconds later, Nick texted me that he'd forgotten to ask me about standing up with him. I replied that, of course, I would do it, and asked the date. Nick said they weren't sure yet.

We made popcorn and watched "The Princess Bride". The girls had, apparently, never seen it before. It was one of dad's old favorites so, of course, I had seen it several times.

Kelsey announced that it was her daughter's turn to do the dishes - and sent me to help her. From the couch, her mother giggled and called out to me to make sure I pressed the start button firmly. She leaned back, pulled her panties to the side, and fingered herself to the sounds of her daughter moaning & cursing as I bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her.

Until you've fucked a woman's daughter - as you watch the beautiful sexy MILF get herself off to the sounds of your lovemaking ... well ... it's pretty fucking amazing.

Kasey bent over to put the dishes away and - as the last one went in - I snuck a finger up into the edge of her panties and ran my fingertip along the outer edge of her slit - from bottom to top - and back down again. I reached up, under her oversized night-shirt, to grab her breast and squeeze it as I rubbed the palm of my other hand back and forth across her pussy - from her taint to her clitoral hood - and back down again. I groped the other breast and rubbed her twat again. She was already starting to loosen up and lubricate.

I yanked her panties to her knees, raised the bottom of the night-shirt to wind it around my left hand like the rope on a rodeo bull, and nudged the head of my cock into my wife's slippery slit - sliding it up to bump her clit - and back down to shove it inside her vagina. She said several bad words - followed by an order to "hurry the fuck up".

Impatience is not a virtue so I pulled my cock out and slapped it up against her vulva a few times - making sure that her clit got hit as the wet slaps echoed around the kitchen.

I shoved it back inside of her as she took a breath to complain. That extra air rushed out of her as she gasped with delight.

The knotted shirt gave me control of her waist - so I reached up and grabbed her hair - at the back - to manage her upper-body as well. She squealed and whined as I started pumping my cock in & out of her pussy - my ball-sac slapping against her slit & clit as I bottomed-out each time I thrusted into her tight twat.

Kasey lost the ability to hold herself up about halfway through - and I ended up with both of my hands on her breasts - the fabric of her nightie trapped in between - chaffing her areolas & nipples - as our bodies slipped & slid against each other.

She'd already cum once - and I could tell the next one was going to be big - so I released the governor and fucked my young wife hard. Her head was flopping around like she was out of it - but there was still a stream of sexy sounds coming from her - so I kept the "pedal to the metal" - and raced to the edge of the cliff.

Her climax arrived, her body tensed - and her pussy clenched - and I was at my limit. She squirted on me - and my cock erupted inside of her. I heard my mother-in-law gasping in climax as I felt her daughter's girl-jizz slide down my balls & legs.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

In church, the minister spoke about staying true to your marriage partner. Since we were, all three, already holding hands, I gave them a little squeeze. When my mom looked away at a noise, Kasey made a circle with the fingers of her free hand and then fucked one of my fingers in & out of the ring a few times. She shrunk the size of the opening until my finger was causing friction as she pushed it in & out. Kelsey saw her - and then noticed the front of my pants tenting because of my younger wife's dirty horse-play. I looked over as she thrust her tongue into her cheek a couple times - insinuating that she knew something she could do to help me out. God help me! Church is hard with these two!

After the service, mom decided she wanted Mexican instead of chicken. We dropped her car off at home and took her to our favorite place. Kelsey talked mom into a small margarita and we had a nice chat - and enjoyed the food.

Mom mentioned that the neighbors, next to her, at the end of the cul-de-sac were getting ready to put their house on the market. When we took her home, I cruised over so we could check it out. The house was set back into a small hill and the only outside-facing portion was the wall of windows at the front of the house. From the front door, the yard sloped down - towards the street - and the four-foot-tall decorative fence - which was, obviously, designed to keep people from walking up to look in - was low enough that it didn't obstruct the views from the house - out over the landscaped yard.

We'd been sitting, looking the place over for probably five minutes when the owner - Mr. Winkler - who must have recognized my car - opened the gate and came down to greet us. I shut the car off and got out to say "Hello." Shaking my hand, he asked me if I was thinking about buying the place. I turned to look at my younger bride - who nodded and said, "Yes!" He invited us in for a tour, warning us that there were boxes scattered everywhere.

Mom, my two wives, and I followed him inside. I saw my lovers cringe slightly a couple times but - for the most part - their eyes were open wide - taking in everything. I could already see their brains running calculations on what would go where, what would be left behind, and what we would need to buy.

Kasey finally asked if they'd gotten an appraisal and knew, roughly, what they would be asking for the place. Mr. Winkler sighed, lamenting that most people did not like underground houses. He told us what the appraisal had been. Based on the numbers my hot little cheerleader had been running, his proposed asking price was in our range. Kasey offered to have a lawyer do the paperwork - rather than going through a realtor - which would reduce some of the fees on both sides - which would, in essence, bring up his net on the deal. It would also save us a few dollars. He was very interested.

When we left, an hour later, Kasey had all of Mr. Winkler's details - and had left a voicemail for Grandma Williams' lawyer. He was the only one we knew - and he'd been pretty straight with us so far - so she thought she'd just see what he had to say. Since it was the weekend, we probably wouldn't hear anything until Tuesday - but we told my old neighbor that we'd let him know - as soon as possible - if the lawyer thing was going to work out. He was on a timetable because he was moving for work - so he was also excited that this could speed up the whole process.

Kasey started texting friends to find a good realtor - because we were probably going to need one to sell #24. Cindy texted back, saying that her dad's sister had a license. She gave Kasey the number but told her to wait for Aunt Betty to call. Hungry like a shark - Sunday or not - Aunt Betty was calling Kasey's phone five minutes later, wanting to stop by to look at the house. We said our good-byes to mom and climbed in the car to head to Mulberry Street. Cindy's aunt was sitting in front of the house by the time we got there.

The girls took her around the outside of the house while I ran in, quickly, to make sure we didn't have stray pieces of lingerie lying around - or a puddle of ejaculate on the floor by the dishwasher. I opened the blinds to let the natural light in. By the time I met them at the front door, the woman already had a ton of pictures - and was speaking into her phone - noting the attributes that she planned to highlight.

Since my wives had things well in hand, I went to the kitchen to make some sweet tea. I found a package of cookies in the pantry, threw a few on a plate, and set four places at the dining room table for when they finished the walkthrough. I drank half of my glass of tea before they got back - so I was just returning with the pitcher when they sat down.

Aunt Betty was a little disappointed that we weren't using her for the underground house and told us to be sure to let her know if the lawyer didn't want to mess with it - or we changed our minds. Either way, she was excited about working with us to sell #24 - and told us she had a banker that she would talk to in order to help us get a bridge-loan set up between closing on the new place and selling this one - although she did not expect it to take long to move. Most realtors talk that way but I swear the woman was salivating - like we almost already had the check in our hands.

The women discussed a few more details and then Kasey walked her out. My mother-in-law and I sat at the table and waited for the numbers-girl to return. She was bouncing. We compared notes as we drank a little sweet tea. They left the cookies to me. I ate three. I was gonna need my energy later because I was pretty sure these two were going to drain my balls tonight. They were both excited.

The new house - when Grandma Williams found it - which she would - one way or another - basically had built in protection against her nosiness. Combine that with the fact that she - as far as we knew - didn't have cronies stationed around the place to spy - and - the fact that my mom was there to watch as well - well - there were a lot of positives. The only real downside was the limited natural light - but we'd been living with the blinds closed 100% of the time anyway - so this might actually be an improvement. The house would also cost dramatically less to heat & cool and - if we put some low-profile solar panels on the roof - we'd be able to generate the bulk of our electrical needs. That would be a project for down the road but it would definitely be something worth considering.

The biggest argument against using grandma's lawyer for the sale was that she'd find the place that much faster but - as soon as she saw the For Sale sign go up here - she would - no doubt - be on the lookout for a legal notice of what we had bought - and where. Truthfully, if the lawyer honored client-privacy terms, we could have him set up a Trust - which would mask things - but - again - the bitch had already proven herself to be very determined - so it was just a matter of time before she came snooping around.

Living next door to mom & dad would make my lawn care tasks much easier, but the nicest thing about the new location was that it was a lot closer to Belmont HS - and the community college that Kasey & I were attending. It was about the same distance to Pop's - not that that mattered as much - since it just affected me - and not every day of the week.

Honestly, the only downside was that there was no driveway for me to park in. The garage was the same size as what we had now - so there was room for Kelsey's car - and the beater her mom drove. I would need to park in the street - or next door - at mom & dad's.

The sun was starting to set and we realized that we hadn't eaten since lunch. I wanted Gas Station Sushi but settled for a large sausage & pepperoni - from Pop's - with a side of cream-cheese jalapeno poppers. We split the poppers and I ate twice as much pizza as either of them. We put away the leftovers and worked on homework until bedtime.

Kasey's mom wanted to be fucked on the dining room table again. Kasey had never tried it but decided she'd like to. We left the blinds open - but turned off all of the lights. We undressed and threw our clothes on the couch. I picked my cheerleader up, kissed her like she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and then laid her on the table. She complained about the cold surface but quieted as soon as I grabbed her ankles, lifted & spread her legs, and shoved my prick inside of her.

I was busy with her lower half - so she worked on her upper half - and - together - we gave her two solid orgasms. She didn't spray me - but she was panting when I picked her up - still stuffed full of my fuck-meat - and kissed her as I carried her to the couch - where I dropped her off. Then, I picked up my other wife - whose naughty fingers had been in her pussy again - and carried her to the table.

She wriggled around en-route and managed to get my dick fully inside of her by the time we arrived. She ended up choosing to remain like she was - arms & legs wrapped around me. I put my hands flat on the table - behind her ass - and started pumping my cock up & into her needy twat. Her moans, growls, and pleadings - delivered right into my left ear - as she clung to my neck - had me ready to fire quickly. I warned her that she needed to hurry if she wanted to cum - but she just begged me harder & louder to fill her pussy. I powered into her as the floodgates opened - and my nuts fired every missile we had on-board - as fast as humanly possible. She gasped as she felt it splash inside of her and trembled as her own climax finally arrived. I heard moaning from the couch and looked over to see her daughter - watching us with lust in her eyes - and her fingers in her pussy.

Both of my lovers had naughty fingers tonight - my first wife's mother - my mother-in-law - as well as my second wife's daughter - my daughter-in-law.

Kelsey wouldn't let me put her down - demanding that I keep my fertile seed plugged inside of her. We left our clothing where it lay and the three of us headed up the stairs. My little succubus was running a finger along my taint and ass-crack as I carried her mother to bed. I told her all manner of vile things I planned to do to her but the wicked little witch just cackled at me and continued her assault.

~~~ Monday ~~~

The next morning, as soon as her alarm went off, I decided to take my revenge on my ornery little wife for tormenting me as I carried her mother up the stairs the night before.

I rolled the little vixen's pussy onto my face and started eating her out - licking & nibbling all of her naughty bits. Her eyes weren't even open - and her alarm was still blaring - and her pussy was already telling me that I was a good boy and deserved a treat. Meanwhile, her mother eyed my stiff cock and decided to collect her breakfast with her vagina. Kelsey swatted her daughter's ass as the hot teacher rode my cock like a cowgirl while I ate her daughter's honeypot.

The alarm finally gave up - and so did its owner. She writhed on my face - her fingers locked into my scalp - as her mother started trembling in orgasm. Kasey was close behind and - of course - as soon as Kelsey's pussy locked-down on me - I was firing another round of cock-snot into the woman who had said she was ready to have my baby. I wanted, more than anything in the world, to make that dream a reality. I wanted one with Kasey too - but - for now - it would be better to wait.

When I finally let her go, my cheer-wife bit my jaw and growled at me - but then kissed me hard - getting some of her taste back from my face & tongue. Then she growled and bit me again - before rushing off to jump in the shower. She yelled that she was going to tell the coach that I was the one who had made her late.

Her mother snuggled into my arms, licked the rest of her daughter's special-sauce off of me, and then made-out with me - as the whirling tempest spun in & out of the bathroom to rush off to practice. I picked her mother up - still kissing her - and carried her to the shower. We didn't take too long - but I got her clean - and had a little fun at the same time. She stroked me as she got another lusty kiss before leaving the room to dress. I was glad she quit or I was going to need another shower.

I ducked out of class to meet my mother-in-law at the doctor's office. I joined her in the waiting room, just before they called her to go back. She sat on the examination table and I dropped into a chair, checking my phone. When the doctor arrived, I shoved my phone in my pocket. It was my first time visiting one of these kinds of physicians.

"Mrs. Williams?"

"It's Mitchell now. I asked the front desk to update my records."

"Yes, alright. Why are we here today?"

"I'm planning to get pregnant."

"Yes, yes?"

"I just want to get everything checked out and then start whatever prenatal vitamin routine you would recommend."

"Right," the doctor replied. Looking over at me, she said, "Young man, I'm going to have to ask you ..."

"He will be the father of the baby," Kelsey informed her.

"I'm her husband," I added. "Just not in this state."

"Ah," the woman said, attempting to recover, "then I guess you can stay, as long as the lady approves."

"Trust me, Doc," my lover responded, smiling, "this boy has seen more of me than you have."

"Yes. Right. Well, then ... let's just get you checked out, shall we?"

The doctor slipped back out of the room while Kelsey changed. A nurse knocked on the door and handed us a paper robe. I helped my wife get undressed. I looked over her amazing body - molesting her with my eyes - but she told me to keep my hands off - because the doctor would likely check her insides - and she didn't want to be leaking pre-cum from me getting her all excited. That whole conversation just had me getting all excited.

The doctor returned and went through her checklist with all of her little "Yes, yes'" responses. Kelsey had warned me not to be inserting lewd comments into the conversation. Of course, I had told her I was going to be inserting something lewd just as soon as we got done with this appointment. That got me a peck on the lips - and orders to sit in the chair and be quiet if I couldn't control myself.

An hour later, we walked back out to the parking lot where I got a kiss - with a little tongue - before we climbed into our separate vehicles. We were really going to have to get Kelsey something better to drive than that horrible wreck that her mother-in-law's financial coercion had left her with. It was a wonder the thing still ran. Honestly, the car probably felt sorry for my lover - and refused to die - just to spite the evil, old hag that kept Kelsey poor enough that she couldn't run out and buy something better. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and all that.

Just to be safe, I followed her until she pulled into the school parking lot and then I headed for class. Kasey had promised to catch me up on what I missed. I had warned the professor, ahead of time, that I had a doctor's appointment - but I still got a scowl as I attempted to quietly sneak into the class that was already in progress.

My younger wife raised an eyebrow at me and I gave her a thumbs-up. As I dropped into my seat, she reached over and groped my dick - and then went back to listening to the instructor. When class was over, we headed to the food-court to grab a bite to eat while we waited to head to our lab. I told her everything the doctor had told us. She giggled when I said that the doctor had tried to run me off - and her mom's response. She caught me up on the two classes I'd missed all or part of while seeing the obstetrician.

In the physics lab, I managed to hook the capacitor up backwards - and earned the ire of the teacher - who had just got done warning us not to do that. After that, I let Kasey handle everything - and I took over the note-taking. The instructor circled past a couple more times but - once he realized I had handed things off to my partner - he became less concerned about how much more school property I was going to damage or destroy.

I followed Kasey home but - when we arrived - Kelsey's jalopy was nowhere to be found. She jumped in with me and we headed along the route her mom usually took from school to home - expecting to find her stranded. We pulled into the parking lot to discover the beater still parked in her space. She still wasn't answering her phone - so we tried the door. It was locked but Mr. Jenkins came out a couple seconds later. He held the door for us - informing us that she was still in her office, working.

She nearly jumped out of her skin as the two of us stuck our heads in her doorway. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes looked tired - but she still looked hot - so I wrapped my arms around her waist, grabbed her ass, and kissed her. Kasey reached her arm beneath me, through my legs, to grasp my cock - which sprang into action - and banged into my older lover's skirt - prodding at her sex.

I heard the door lock and looked over to see that Kasey was removing her clothes. Her mother and I looked at each other, locked our lips together, and started following her lead.

By the time I was naked, Kasey was bent over her mother's chair - presenting her holes to me - and begging me to give her a quick climax before I ravaged her mother.

I popped my prick into her wanton chasm and grabbed her hips. She grunted as I fucked myself into her tightness. In less than a minute, she was squealing as she squirted all over her mother's fake-leather upholstery. Out of breath, she turned and sat in the mess, shoving her naughty fingers into her freshly-fucked pussy as I turned my attention to her mother - who was sitting on the edge of the desk - gloriously devoid of clothing.

I suckled her breasts, nipping at her nipples, and attacking her mouth with my own when she growled with feral desire. I eased her onto her back, raised her legs to place her ankles on either side of my head, and started sliding my sloppy dick in & out of her cozy channel.

Kasey scooted the chair to her left - so she could watch us more easily - still petting her pretty kitty.

Once Kelsey got that first orgasm, I pressed her knees back - spreading them apart a bit - so that I could see all of her goodies - as I fucked my needy cock into her perfect pussy.

"I love you, Kelsey Guinevere Mitchell, and I'm going to fuck a baby into you right here on your desk."

"Do it!" Kasey called out, as she paddled her pink canoe.

"I love you, Reginald Joseph Mitchell. I am delighted to carry your name - and will be ecstatic when I carry your child. I will happily bear you as many children as you can fuck into me."

I could no longer stand not having my mouth on hers. I released her legs, leaned forward, scooped her up, and held her to myself - kissing her as her clamoring cunt continued to knead my raging staff. She wrapped her arms around my neck - and her ankles around my waist - and I grabbed her ass to grip her tightly - and hold her - as I pumped her body up & down on my aching length. I growled with desire as her body worked its magic on me - and my balls warned me that the end was near.

"Here it comes, sweet wife. You are so fucking hot. I want to fuck you all night - but you've wrung me out - here comes my seed."

"Fill me, lover - husband - give me your baby - give me a litter - I'll happily spoil them all."

I grunted as my sperm started spewing inside of her. I pressed her pussy down onto the nozzle of my fire-hose as it gushed and geysered - filling her. She captured my mouth with her own and sucked the life out of me. I could die right now and I would die happy.

Kasey cried out and we looked over at her jizz - pooling under her ass - on her mother's big office chair.

"Jenkins is gonna need a fucking mop," I laughed.

My mother-in-law / bride joined me in laughter.

Her daughter had her head laid back - panting - still trying to catch her breath.

Several minutes later, we worked to clean the place up, got dressed, and left the door open to allow some fresh air in. As we worked, I told my MILF lover that - someday - I wanted to sit in her chair - with my pants around my ankles - as she hid beneath the desk and sucked my dick. She leaned close, whispered "someday" - as she groped my cock - and then kissed me lustily. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her magnificent ass to pull her in and lengthen the kiss. Her jealous daughter swatted me on the butt and told us we needed to get moving. She's a spoilsport - a sporty spoiled spoilsport.

On the way home, we stopped by the taco truck to grab something to take with us to eat while we worked on homework.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

Tuesday was spent attending classes, mowing & trimming two yards, and working a short shift at Pop's.

Kasey talked to the lawyer and he was willing to get everything set up for the Winkler house. She ran over - after classes - and got things signed. I texted Mr. Winkler and told him that he should be hearing from the lawyer. Kasey texted Aunt Betty and updated her. She said she'd set up the appointment with the banker to talk about the bridge-loan.

There was a For Sale sign in the front yard, when I got home.

Kasey calculated that her mom would be most fertile at the end of the week - so we decided to hold off on sex. Her research didn't really support the idea that my sperm-count would be higher by doing that but - mentally - we thought that might increase our chances. I couldn't cum - but they could - so I ate each of them through one orgasm. As I lay between my lovers - unsatisfied - trying to get to sleep, the two wicked witches teased my chest, abs, and thighs with their naughty fingers. I growled at them. I already had blue-balls and we'd been at this abstinence thing for less than 24 hours.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

After classes, Kasey met Aunt Betty at the bank and got things rolling on the bridge loan.

I grabbed some boxes from the store and we started packing up things that didn't need to be left out. We worked on that for a while, did our homework, ate some leftovers, and then went back to packing again. My mom & dad made me some space in their garage and I started shuttling boxes over there each time I went to classes.

Aunt Betty called to say we had our first prospective buyers coming the next day. We tidied up a little before bed - but I would need to finish the rest after the girls left in the morning.

In bed, we kissed & cuddled - and they were a little nicer to me. I don't think they were feeling sorry for me - they were just more focused on our game-plan for showing the house and getting ready to move. It might not have hurt that I didn't pleasure them either - so they were more cognizant of what I was enduring.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

Once Kasey and I were out of class, we stopped and picked up her mom. Today was our day to start getting documents changed over to their new last names. Kelsey's approval had finally come through - on the name change - and we had several stops to make. Some of them could be done by mail - like the Post Office and the IRS. The DMV required an in-person visit - and that's where we headed first. Once my wives had new IDs, we headed to the Social Security office. Once we finished all of those errands, we decided to grab dinner - out - before heading back to the house.

My tormentors must have been feeling sorry for me. They finally gave in and let me go to Gas Station Sushi. I told Mr. Kim how much I'd missed him. He brought me a double-order of Crab Rangoons while we waited for our food. Since I knew it might be years before they'd let me return again, I ordered an extra meal - to go - so I could have more at home later. My lovers looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I simply told them, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Kasey, sitting across from me, rubbed the sole of her bare foot across my crotch and I warned her that it'd been 48 hours since I'd cum and that she was risking getting thrown onto the table for sex. She cackled in laughter but then quit when she realized I was serious. She snickered when Mr. Kim returned with our food and I could only imagine that she was thinking about what it would look like as he stood there - holding our meals - as I finished dumping a load of cum into her belly on top of the table we'd soon be eating on.

We got home and did homework - and then the girls worked on packing more things while I ran to Pop's to do a shift. They stacked the boxes in the garage for me to move the next day.

Kasey reported that Aunt Betty had called to say that the family who had come through - earlier in the day - was trying to figure out whether or not to make an offer. She also told us there were multiple clients lined up for Friday & Saturday - and an open house scheduled for Sunday.

Kelsey called my mom to see if it would be okay to hang out with her after church and she said she'd love to have the company.

When I got home from work, we headed to bed - where I got hugs & kisses - and then they let me fall asleep in their arms.

~~~ Friday ~~~

When we arrived home from our classes, Aunt Betty was just finishing with the last family for the day. We waited in the car, in the drive. Once they were on their way, she came over to tell us that one of the two groups who had seen the house today was interested. She was hoping that - by the end of the weekend - we'd have a bidding-war going. She said that - as soon as we had a solid offer - and the paperwork had been started - the bank would approve the bridge-loan - and we could call Mr. Winkler to arrange closing on the underground house.

I headed off to Pop's - promising to bring a pie home with me - when I came. I would rather be helping the girls pack but Friday nights were always the best tips.

One of my deliveries went to Carol's house. She asked several nosey questions - looking to see if I was wearing my wedding ring - and then only tipped me a dollar - not that I was really surprised.

The rest of the night flew by and I wouldn't have even remembered to grab my pizza to take home with me if one of the girls at the counter hadn't reminded me.

I got home to find an all-too-familiar Lincoln parked at the edge of our property. Maybe she was just visiting one of her spotters - but it still pissed me off.

I opened the front door and called Kasey to come take the pizza. I handed the box to her, returned to my car, grabbed a Dollar General bag from the stash under the seat, walked over to Mrs. Jordan's house, turned on my flashlight, and looked around for a fresh pile of dog shit. It took me a couple minutes, but I found one that would do, picked up a chunk - using the plastic bag as a glove - and squeezed it in my fist - heading for the Lincoln. When I got there, I smeared it all over the door handle - making sure every square inch had a nice thick coat. I went to the trashcan, turned my "glove" inside out, and disposed of it - heading inside - with my hand in the air so that I wouldn't accidentally touch anything. I immediately headed for the washroom to make sure I got rid of whatever might have squeaked through a tear in the bag before I joined the girls for dinner. Kasey went to the front room, and laughingly told her mom what I'd been up to as I was getting cleaned up.

We took the pizza to the dining room table. It was late. The girls were tired - and so was I. We decided to just grab a slice or two - and throw the rest in the fridge. I realized the blinds were open and went to shut them - peering into the darkness for a moment - but I didn't see anything. Either she wasn't there - or she was getting better at not getting caught. As I joined the girls to finish my slices, I snickered - thinking about what her face would look like when she discovered my little surprise.

Kasey had calculated that tonight was the beginning of our best window - for the pills having worn off - as well as Kelsey ovulating. I was looking forward to cumming in somebody's twat and I really wasn't particular about whose it was. With the ramp-up to the weddings, the honeymoons, and my lovers' active libidos, it had been a while since I'd gone this long without sex.

Mindful that I probably wouldn't last long, my wives had everything planned out. First I would fuck a baby into Kelsey, one or both of them would suck & stroke me back to hardness, and then Kasey would get an orgasm or two. If Kelsey wasn't already sated, she could get another one or two after her daughter was finished. Like I said, as long as my cock spent the night stuffed in somebody's pussy, I was as happy as a clam.

I've always wondered how we know clams are happy. I just knew I was going to be more than happy to have my prick shoved in somebody's bearded clam.

My former Science teacher was in her normal sleeping spot. The plan was that - once her twat was full of cock-snot - she wouldn't want to move - and take a chance on losing any of it. She had a pillow tucked under her ass - and was waiting - knees spread wide - for me to fill her.

I was worried that the pillow would interfere with my usual kisses - so I crawled up beside her to make out with her - using my free hand to touch, stroke, pinch, and tease her magnificent body - from her neck to her taint. Soon, she was panting - and ordered me to get my prick inside of her.

I moved to my place - between her knees - and slid it slowly inside - savoring the feel of her vaginal muscles pulling me in - holding me - resisting when I retreated. My brain was full of lightning bolts. It was like I was having sex for the first time again. The stimulation - all the way up & down my shaft - was firing urgent messages at my brain. My head was buzzing - and my ears were full of the sexy sounds & pleadings coming from my lover.

My hands were on her knees - leaning her legs back, slightly, and opening her beautiful body up for me to ravage. Her pussy felt amazing and I was quickly reaching my limit.

"Kelsey ..." I called out in warning.

"Hold on, baby!" she begged.

"I don't think I can ..." I told her.

"Fuckk! Oh! Yes! Reggie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum in me. I want your baby so badly."

"Cummingggg!" I groaned.

I feverishly pounded into her twice more - and then buried the mouth of my prick against her cervix - willing my seed to find her egg and create life. I held that position until I was sure every drop of my slippery spend had been pumped into my lover.

"Let me taste you," she begged.

I dropped to my knees - next to her - but she pulled my leg across her chest - and locked her arms around my thighs to suck me into her passionate mouth. She looked so fucking hot - even before she had my dick in her mouth - that I was already hardening again.

She pulled off of me with a "pop" and laughed, "Somebody's ready to go again. Horn-dog!"

Kasey grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the bed next to her mother - climbing on top of me - shoving my meatsicle inside her.

Her mother laughed at her and said, "Looks like you're a matched set. Grab her hips, stud, and punish that pussy."

I did just that.

Kasey pinched her tits & nipples as I commenced to slamming her pussy down onto my stiff rod. My need was already growing and I was pretty sure I was going to cum in both their pussies before the night was over.

When Kelsey leaned over, teased my chest & nipples with her hands & fingers, and then pulled me in for an intense make-out session, I felt my nut-sack powering up for round 2. I'm not sure how much cum I dumped into Kasey - but I masturbated myself with her body - while tongue-wrestling her mother - until I shot my load inside of her. My sweaty little cheerleader was out of breath and moaning when she collapsed forward - onto me - and I pulled her lips to mine.

Kelsey & I tugged the covers up as much as we could and we cuddled together to fall asleep.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

Remembering that we were going to have guests in the house soon, we opened the bedroom windows - to vent the smells of our sex - and changed the sheets - throwing the soiled ones into the washer.

We got the house picked up, packed a few more boxes, and carried them out. I was loading the last of them into my trunk as Betty pulled up. The girls joined me in the car and we pulled out, as Betty's first appointment parked behind her at the edge of the yard. The Lincoln was gone. We cruised to mom's house and unloaded the boxes into the garage.

From there, we drove to the nearby state park, rented a canoe, and took off exploring. We ducked into a few small coves and got to see lots of wildlife. Kasey snapped a few pictures but Kelsey and I had our phones in waterproof float-packs because we were still a little nervous about whether or not we would get through the day without getting wet. A couple hours later, we returned the canoe, disembarked, and gave a little cheer that we'd successfully completed our quest without flipping the boat. Kasey - who spends part of each day suspended in the air on other people's hands & shoulders - has much better balance - and was never worried.

We stopped by Benny's for lunch and - for once - I ordered a modest-sized meal - because we weren't sure when we'd be allowed to return to the house. Aunt Betty had gotten a last-minute addition to the schedule - so we were in a holding-pattern.

I called Grandma Mitchell - to see if we could come bug her for a little bit and - of course - she was delighted to have us. I told her not to be baking any cookies but she informed me that she'd just taken a pan from the oven. When we arrived - several minutes later - I was pretty sure the cookies were a little too warm to have been sitting around for all that long - but there was no way I was going to get her to admit that.

We played Uno and chatted and - as usual - she talked us into staying for dinner. The meatloaf was in the crockpot and was already smelling good - so it didn't take much to convince us. It was a little uncanny how my grandmother always seemed to have food ready when we popped in.

It surprised me - not at all - when - a couple hours later - as we were leaving - she asked how the baby-making was going. She looked at both of my lovers as she inquired. Maybe it was just innocent - checking with mom to see if she'd tell more than daughter would - but it was almost like she knew I was fucking both of them. I was sure we were hiding it well enough - but - like I said - Grandma just seemed to know stuff. We told her we were working on it, gave her kisses & hugs, and headed for the car.

Aunt Betty had texted - a couple hours before - that we were clear to return but - by that time - were busy being hustled into another home-made meal - and it hadn't made any sense to ditch Grandma just to head home - especially when we'd still need to find something to eat.

Kelsey slid in next to me as I got behind the wheel. She groped my thigh as I started the car. We waved at Grandma as we pulled out and I suddenly realized that maybe we weren't doing as good of a job of hiding things as I'd thought we were. Grandma was smiling - with that knowing look she always had - and I smiled and returned her wave - we all did.

Sitting on the other side of her mother, Kasey cleared her throat and said, "We still kind of owe her for removing Grandma Williams from the equation on our wedding day."

"What are you thinking?" I asked her.

"I don't know yet - I'm still working on it," she replied.

I laughed and she asked me what I'd thought of.

"Find a way to trap dad at her house for the day and she'll go crazy. She's always badgering him that he never visits."

My feisty bride put her finger to her lips and her brain started chugging. I left her to it and begged a kiss from the MILF cuddled up next to me. Kasey objected, loudly, when I ventured onto the rumble-strips - along the side of the road - as I made out with her mother - and we had to stop.

By the time we got home, she had rubbed me enough that I was rock-hard. We headed directly to the bedroom and pretty much repeated the previous night's events. I fucked Kelsey full of baby-batter, she sucked me hard, and I fucked Kasey senseless. The only difference was that - this time - I took Kasey from behind - her ass slapping against my groin - as I pounded into her. I didn't cum this time - but she collapsed onto her face when I finally let her go - after three climaxes. I shut off the light, climbed between my lovers, gave them both kisses, and immediately fell asleep.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

We did laundry again - replacing the soiled bed-sheets, aired out the room once more, and dressed for church. We hadn't packed any more boxes - so there was nothing to haul to mom & dad's.

The minister talked about loving our neighbors and Kasey whispered that they could find their own lovers because she wasn't sharing with anybody else. Her mother snickered. One of the old ladies, two rows up, shushed us. I thought mom would be after us too but - for some reason - the old woman's admonishment got mom tickled and she was fighting a fit of the giggles. She got it straightened out when one of the other old gals huffed at her. I was going to quirk an eyebrow at her and give her the stink-eye - but I decided she was giggly enough that it might set her off again - so I opted to be a good boy - for once.

We took mom to Mexican and then came back to her house to play cards. The doorbell rang and mom went to see who it was - and then hollered for us to come to the front room. Mr. Winkler was handing over the keys. He said he needed to get to his new location - and that he had no concerns about things proceeding flawlessly - so we were free to move in whenever we wanted. He gave us his new address - and told us he'd already submitted his update to the Post Office - so there really shouldn't be anything showing up in the mail that needed to be handled. Kasey & I shook his hand and thanked him. He walked out to a rental truck, climbed in, and headed out of the cul-de-sac - towing his car behind.

We went back to playing cards and discussed the change of events. None of us could think of a reason not to start moving. The only challenge, really, was trying to avoid messing with Betty's train of clients coming through to see #24.

We decided to take a break from the game and went to look through the Hobbit Hole - as I'd taken to calling the place. Mr. Winkler had left the appliances - as well as a broom and mop. Everything else was pretty tidy. It didn't look like we were going to need to do any cleaning or repairs before we started moving in. The girls picked their rooms. We decided those could probably use a coat of paint. Mom offered to help me Monday night if I stopped to grab the materials. Kasey and her mom decided the third bedroom should be a nursery. She texted me the colors I was supposed to pick up. The fourth bedroom would be left as it was for now - and would, likely, be my computer room - at least for the time-being.

I called in a pizza and some poppers while Kasey set up the rental truck - and reserved four strong bodies to move furniture. The helpers wouldn't cost that much - and we'd be out of #24 in one night - rather than having to carry stuff over several days if it was just us. We decided to go with Wednesday night - because we'd had two showings on Thursday night this last week - and were hoping to be out before things got busy again.

After we ate our pizza, the women in my life were tired of cards - and decided to watch The Proposal - for the 4,001^st time - since it was also one of my mom's favorites.

I jumped in the car and ran to the home improvement store to get the paint and all of the supplies I was going to need.

By the time they finished the movie, I had everything taped off in the three rooms that mom and I would be painting the next night.

When we got home, Kelsey wanted me to fuck her doggie-style. I held her hips and fucked her hard - pouring all of my seed into her. Her daughter got onto all-fours as I pulled out of her mother and I stroked my slimy cock a couple times and shoved it into her waiting pussy. It hardened up pretty quickly with the way her snatch was grasping at me and I was soon powering her through a couple orgasms as well.

Her mother was nice enough to offer to lick & suck me clean afterwards - so I let her. I kissed them both, shut off the light, and we cuddled together to fall asleep.

~~~ Monday ~~~

My classes were a blur. Kasey poked me a couple times because I was busy - thinking about all the stuff we needed to move - and wasn't paying attention to the instructor. She finally laid her hand along the inside of my thigh, teasing me now & then, and I was much more focused.

I called mom when I was headed that way and she met me at the Hobbit Hole. I looked at her clothes and realized I hadn't brought anything to change into. She laughed and threw one of dad's old shirts at me. At least one of us had their mind on the job-at-hand.

Mom's better at the trim than I am - so she covered the edges & corners - and I hit the wide surfaces. By the end of the night, we had a good first coat on everything. I planned to swing by Tuesday afternoon - to check things over - and maybe throw on a second coat - before I headed to Pop's.

By the time I got home, dinner was put up. My wives had expected me to eat with mom - but we'd gotten busy with the painting and hadn't taken a dinner break.

They made up for it by feeding me some pussy - and informing me that Aunt Betty had called. The bidding war had started - and we had three families who were serious enough to make offers. If the first one fell through, we had two contingencies. Based on all of that, the bank had started the paperwork for the loan.

Kasey sat on my face and her mother sat on my cock - both of them facing my head. Since Kelsey couldn't reach my shoulders to hang on to ride me - she held her daughter's waist. That made eating her snatch a little more interesting - but we made it work.

Kasey nearly drowned me when her pussy squirted - and I had to work overtime to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, her mother was frantically fucking herself on my cock. As soon as Kasey was sated, her mother shoved her to the side, and leaned forward to kiss me as she rode my cock. I gave her the kisses she needed, abused her dangling desirables, and then flipped her onto her back to give her the fucking she was really wanting.

I lifted her ankles into the air - side-by-side - and shoved my prick in & out of her clasping cunt - slapping my sac against her ass with each thrust. Her channel clenched on me and I powered through it - continuing to punish her pussy. She gasped and growled. Once that crescendo had passed, she was back to calling out for me to fill her. My balls finally reached their limit and I drove in deep to pump her full once more. She pinched her nipples and keened as she felt my molten seed pour inside of her.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

As soon as I was out of class, I stopped by the Hobbit Hole to check our progress. Mom came over as soon as she saw me pull up. We decided to go ahead and hit everything a second time - even though it was looking pretty good. Given that it was already dry when I had arrived, everything should be ready when we moved the furniture the next day. I turned on a fan in the hall - to keep air moving - and realized that we needed to call to get the utilities switched over. I texted Kasey to ask her to do that - since everything was in her name.

When I got home from Pop's, the sign in the front yard said "Sale Pending" - and the girls had Gas Station Sushi for me - to make up for the previous night's mix-up. I gave them both kisses and dug into my food.

We did homework until bedtime and then I fucked them both - giving Kelsey another healthy load of awesome-sauce - before giving Kasey a little relief.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

After classes, I ran to get the rental truck - while Kasey headed home to box up the rest of what needed to be packed. The hired-hands showed up - right on time - and we put them to work - loading the truck with the boxes and the furniture.

Kelsey arrived after the bedrooms were cleared and we started looking over what needed to be cleaned. It was going to be more than we could handle. We called Aunt Betty and she gave us a number for a lady she used a lot. We called the woman and she said she'd have two gals over first thing in the morning.

An hour later, the house was empty. I gave the hired-muscle the address for the Hobbit Hole - in case we got separated - and then I hopped into the truck to head that way. Kelsey drove my car - while Kasey drove hers - and the convoy headed across town.

Two hours later, everything was sitting in the rooms it should be in - with the exception of the boxes from mom's house - which were all stacked in the front room. The mercenaries had helped me move those as well - but - with everything still needing shuffled around - we were reticent to shove any more items into the rooms that weren't quite situated.

We dismissed the helpers and mom brought over sandwiches. We collapsed onto the couch and enjoyed the food - and the break.

By the time we were ready to crash for the night, the beds and the other furniture were all where they needed to be - but the sheets were still in a box or tote somewhere.

We found a box of throws and got them out. We shut off the lights and snuggled together on the couch - looking out over the manicured yard - on the cul-de-sac - and down the street.

We were soon embroiled in a 3-way make-out session and I was groping naked breasts & pussies with both hands as my lovers assaulted my face and my genitals.

Kelsey's experienced hand was stroking my stiff cock and she growled at me to scooch my butt out a little so she could climb on.

I continued kissing every mouth that came into range - and pinching, pulling, and groping every breasts I could fondle - as Kelsey rode my cock. I latched my left hand onto her ass-cheek and gripped - helping her slam her hot cunt onto my sex. My right hand slithered between Kasey's legs and my fingers went to work on all of her naughty bits. Between our feverish kisses and my busy hands, Kasey was panting & moaning. Her mother was groaning & growling.

When I was ready to spew, I grabbed Kelsey's hips in both hands, and pounded into her until I was cumming. I rolled us to my left - laying her at one end of the couch - bunching up a throw to shove under her flawless ass - and tossing another on top of her.

I turned around to find her daughter laying back on the other arm - with her legs spread wide - inviting me in. I attacked her mouth first. We were both in heat. Somehow - in this new place - I was determined to breed both of my women. She seemed to have the same idea. We made-out until my cock was aching again and then I skewered her sex with my slimy sword. I grabbed her hips, pulled her pussy up to meet me, and fucked her mercilessly. Her fingers were gripping my wrists as I powered my cock in & out of her tight channel. We were both moaning & groaning.

Just before her vagina clamped down on my prick, she cooed, "I want a baby, too, Reggie."

Her words - and her body reacting - finished me - and I growled as I pumped a load into her that felt almost as big as the one I'd dumped into her mother a couple minutes earlier.

When I finished, I stuck a throw under her cute little butt as well - and threw another on top of her.

Kelsey was already snoring so I wiped my sloppy dick with my discarded underwear and grabbed a throw to carry with me to crash in the recliner.

I leaned the chair back, took one last look at my two beautiful, sated lovers, and closed my eyes.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

I hurried over to #24 and hung out there until the cleaning ladies appeared. Once they were on the job, I headed for school.

After class, I returned the truck to the rental place. Kasey pulled up as I was finishing the paperwork, I jumped in, and we stopped by the police station to update the Order of Protection. From there we dropped by #24 to make sure we'd gotten what we'd paid for. The place was spotless. Kasey called the lady back to tell them we were super-pleased. We stopped at Pop's to grab wings & poppers and I begged off my shift. Mack grumbled - but was happy to hear that we'd completed the move - so he didn't gnash his teeth at me for too long. By the time I left, the rest of the employees had started a pool on how long it would take before "The Hag" would find the new house. I threw $10 in to sweeten the pot.

We swung by #24 one last time to grab Kelsey's beater. Kasey followed me in her car and we headed back to the Hobbit Hole to eat, start getting all the bits & pieces where they needed to be, and do a little homework.

We only had the bed made in Kelsey's room by the time we ran out of energy. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed - sharing kisses with my cheerleader wife - as my temporary-principal wife slowly rode my cock. We talked about whether or not we really needed to set up Kasey's bedroom. When I mentioned that one or both of them usually left a larger wet-spot on the sheets than I did, they decided maybe we'd make that the next priority. There was still a stain or two on the couch - from the previous night - that we needed to deal with.

Since Kelsey's bedroom was the "master" - with the attached bathroom - we would, most likely, spend the majority of our nights there.

Once my mother-in-law had extracted a load from me, my daughter-in-law climbed on and ground her vulva on me until my penis was hard enough to service her. She got a climax, kissed me lovingly, and fell asleep with my dick still stuffed inside of her.

~~~ Friday ~~~

When Kasey's alarm went off, we realized how dark the bedroom was. The only light coming into the room was from the open door to the hallway - and that wasn't much. If that door had been closed, there would be almost none. That was, obviously, one of the downsides - or upsides, depending on how you looked at it - of the Hobbit Hole. The other advantage was that we could - at least until there were kids around - be about as loud as we wanted during sex - and nobody was going to hear us. Delivering pizzas, I knew that people on the street often heard more going on - inside of houses - than the people in those houses knew. If they had known, they (surely) would have been quieter.

The new shower was slightly larger. I jumped in with Kasey and only got swatted twice for "helping". Kelsey heard the commotion and came in to keep me occupied while her daughter finished getting ready.

I picked her up, sandwiched her sexy figure between the cold shower wall and my body, and pumped a load of cock-snot into her - before we scrubbed each other clean to scramble out the door. It's a good thing we didn't have as far to travel now - because we had definitely taken too long in the shower. Kasey just shook her head at me as I slid into my seat - just after the bell - with my hair still wet. She reached over to squeeze my slumbering penis and snickered at me.

At the end of the day - as we walked to our cars - Kasey mentioned that one of the girls from Spanish class had played part of an audio recording of our girls-bathroom rendezvous for her - and was asking when they could get a replay. Kasey was a little worried that one or two of them might be plotting to find a way to get the Spanish teacher to miss class again - to give us another free period with which to occupy ourselves.

When Kelsey got home, we waited for her to change her clothes to something a little more casual, and then we headed for Benny's - where Aunt Betty had a booth - and Cindy had already prepared our favorite shakes.

"The offer for you to consider," she told us, "is 10% higher than your asking price. I can tell you that they're already pre-approved for the amount, from their bank, and I expect no delays or difficulties in that regard."

"Hold-backs?" Kasey inquired.

"They're happy with the inspection and aren't asking for anything," she replied.

"Any reason not to jump on this with both feet?" I asked.

"None that I know of," she said, smiling.

Kasey was bouncing in her seat.

"Am I to assume that I should tell them you wish to accept the offer?" Betty asked.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kasey cried, throwing her arms around me, and pulling me over for a lusty kiss.

Under the table, her mom's foot was pressed against my growing hard-on - growing because she'd been giving me a foot-job almost since the moment we sat down. I live with succubi.

"I have a couple papers for you to look over and sign," she told us, "and then I think my brother has already started preparing your usual orders - which should be coming out any minute - my treat, of course. This was almost too simple."

".. but you still wish we'd run the Hobbit Hole through you as well?" I asked, grinning.

"Of course," she replied, grinning as well.

Kasey finished the paperwork just as Cindy came out with the food - and extra shakes in Styrofoam cups so we could take them home. I was as full as a tick by the time we waddled to the car to head to the Hobbit Hole.

As soon as we were in the door, my mother-in-law directed me to get her daughter naked, smash her tight little body against the nearest wall, and fuck a baby into her.

Since my two lovers' ovulation & menstruation cycles were now synchronized, Kasey probably wasn't ovulating - and she was still on the pill - but I understood the directive - Kasey needed a load of my seed in her belly in celebration of the countdown to being out from under Grandma Williams' thumb. In a little over four weeks, the old bat would have no hold on us.

I asked my lithe lover where she wanted to do this and - although she wasn't looking forward to the cold walls of the shower - she was determined that I was supposed to fuck her until she squirted - at least once - and she didn't want to have to clean the rugs - again - so we stripped, I picked her up, mounted her on my cock, and carried her in - enduring kisses & a grinding twat - to get the water the right temperature - before I could mash her sexy self against the shower wall and breed her.

She was already frenzied by the time I tucked my elbows under her knees and spread her naughty bits wide so that I could abuse them. I pulled my dick out of her churning pussy and - using it like a cattle-prod - I poked, rubbed, and bumped every part of her vulva - rubbing all around her clitoris - and up & down her slit - across her taint - rimming around her entrance - and back up to abuse her clit again. I didn't shove it back in until she was growling at me.

I fucked her hard until she came the first time - spritzing me a little. After that, I ran my fingers through her female-spend and rubbed it into her clit as I continued to fuck her. She moaned and whined - and came again. I got my right arm back under her left knee - opening her up, fully, once more - bit down on the edge of her jaw - and fucked her hard. Her moaning & whining intensified and I pounded her until her body started trembling - and her channel clenched - and her pussy squirted. I shoved my aching dick as far into her as it would go - and started pumping her full of my seed - releasing my grip on her jaw - and whispering in her ear that - more than anything in the world - I wanted to knock her up. She pulled my face over - attacking my mouth - kissing me until I was out of breath.

We rinsed off the ejaculate that had escaped, dabbed ourselves dry, and then I carried her - like a new bride - to the bed. I held her in my arms and her mother wrapped herself around my back - kissing my neck & nibbling my ear. Her hand was on my thigh - reminding me that she wanted my next load. I closed my eyes and I was asleep.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

I awoke to my second wife riding my morning wood - trying to coax a hot breakfast from me before we went to help my mom feed the cuties at the zoo again. Kasey grumbled something about her mother being a horny slut and then trudged off to the shower - leaving the two of us to fuck in peace. I flipped her mother onto her back and attacked her lips & pussy - giving her what she wanted. Our fertility window was closing for this cycle - and it would be another three weeks or so before we could start again.

I carried the hot MILF - still stuffed onto my cock - into the steamy shower - shortly after my first wife left to get dressed. Soon, we were in the car, headed for the zoo - where our badges got us inside, once again, without being challenged.

After we spent the morning catching up on cuddles with the various zoo cuties, we took mom to Mexican - where we finished updating her on news for the house-swap. We dropped her back off to her car and headed to the store for groceries and a few supplies.

Once everything was put away, Kasey talked us into going to the school so she could swim laps. Her mother and I only lasted through a half-dozen and then we sat on a bench and made out while she swam.

We got a little carried away and, soon, she had the bottoms of her pink bikini pulled to the side - with my anxious dick buried inside of her treacherous trench. She whispered, "Don't cum. I'll take you to my office and blow you when we're done."

I fought against the images in my mind - anticipating the erotic oral scene that I had requested - and my older wife's pussy wringing the shit out of my cock-meat. I pulled her top up and gnawed on her fabulous breasts. When she started panting - and her pussy was clenching on me - I thought I had escaped, unscathed - only to realize that her daughter was standing behind her, dripping wet, waiting for her turn.

As soon as Kelsey climbed off, Kasey climbed on - and I was hanging on for dear life. I don't really know how long it usually takes the wicked little vixen to cum when we're fucking - but I swear she was stretching it out to get me to nut inside of her. My moaning and writhing only made her ride me harder. I was gripping her ass-cheeks in my palms - undoubtedly leaving bruises - trying to tell my testicles that there was nothing to get worked up about.

My hot little cheerleader finally grunted - and her pussy sprayed me - and I just about lost it again. I swear there were teeth-marks on my tongue and the insides of my cheeks from trying to use pain to distract myself.

The mermaid succubus gave me a nut-wrenching kiss - in thanks - and then dove back into the pool to finish her laps. Her mother stepped up and wrapped her arms around me and I groaned. Her fabulous fun-bags were smashed against my chest - and she hadn't pulled the top back down yet - so her nipples were tracing erotic tattoos across my pecs as she kissed me hard enough to have my testicles aching.

I finally told her that - if we were going to do this - we needed to go - before I threw her onto the pool deck and flooded her pussy.

She giggled, fixed her top, and the two of us walked hand-in-hand - in our swimsuits - to her office. If anybody but her saw this camera footage, they were going to wonder why the building administrator was escorting a former student - with a massive hard-on - into her private office. Actually, they wouldn't have to wonder - it would be pretty fucking obvious.

I stood in front of her chair and whimpered as she locked her lips onto mine, once more, and dragged my swimsuit to my ankles. Her tiny pink bikini lay, discarded, on the desk, behind her. I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy as she crawled under the desk and got situated. As I scooted the chair forward, I warned her that this would be brief.

I felt the molten heat of her hot mouth envelope my cock-head and it was over. She barely got the nozzle of my firehose shoved down her throat before gallons-upon-gallons of semen gushed forward. She held my phallus deep in her throat until the pulses stopped - and then pulled off to start sucking & licking me.

I was sure there were no fluids left in my body - but my lusty lover was determined to find more. By the time she had sucked, licked, and stroked me long enough to get me to cum again, Kasey had arrived with our things and was hunched over me - alternately feeding me her lips and her taut titties. As soon as Kelsey took my second load, she was ready to get out from under the desk. I hugged her nakedness to mine and kissed her. I would have gladly given her another orgasm but my dick had gone into hibernation.

We stopped by the taco truck on the way home. (They even gave Kelsey a couple Jarritos and a little bottle of tequila to go.) We ate (and drank) and worked on homework.

Kelsey warned me that the interim-principal would be around a little more often now - since she had made enough progress in her classes that she was ready for mentoring - and that we wouldn't be able to be as free with our school escapades as we had been. I gave her a puppy-dog face and she came over to sit on my lap. My penis was interested - but my testicles were still snoring.

At bedtime, we kissed & cuddled and fell asleep.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

Sunday's sermon was "Do unto others as you would have them do to you" - and - of course - my two companions started making motions like they were giving me head. Apparently, tonight was going to be all-oral. That was fine with me. Between the two of them, they'd just about killed me, the previous day, at the school, and I was more than happy to nibble their bits until they showered my face with their gratitude. Somehow, oral always got them cumming hard. I shoved my hard-on away as we stood up to leave - and greet Pastor John on the way out.

We were sitting at KFC, with mom - and dad - who was home for once - when Mrs. Jordan texted Kelsey to say that a seemingly very-confused older woman - in a white Lincoln Continental - had staked-out #24 Mulberry Street - trying to figure out where we had disappeared to. The message included a picture of her - parked in the drive - standing in the yard.

Kelsey forwarded it to me - and I passed it along to the police officer who'd been dealing with the situation all along. He replied that he would add it to the file.

Since dad was home, we went over - after lunch to play cards. By the middle of the afternoon, Kasey informed all of us that we were treating them to dinner - at a cozy little place she had discovered. Mom tried to get the details out of her - but she said it was a surprise.

Two hours later, mom & dad climbed into the backseat of my car and we headed off. Kasey grabbed my phone, entered the address, and held it so that I could follow the turn-by-turn instructions. As soon as we drove onto Grandma Mitchell's street, dad knew he'd been had.

I pulled into the drive and all three women dragged him out of the car and up the steps - into the arms of his mother - who was waiting - wearing an apron that was splattered with the remnants of the meal she & Kasey had planned all afternoon.

We made him say grace - and tell his mother how nice it was to see her - and give her cheek-kisses - and play Uno.

He and I ate most of the oatmeal cookies - so gooey and buttery and warm that they melted like ice cream in your mouth. I hadn't known they were his favorites but - of course - his mom did. They were immediately my new favorite as well.

On the steps, after hugs & kisses - as we were heading to the car - dad grumbled about the whole nefarious plot, vowing that it would be a long time before he was home again. I laughed so hard that I collapsed to the ground as four women surrounded him with angry looks on their faces - and violence in their eyes.

My younger wife summed it up for him: he was lucky to have a mom as kind & giving as his - whose only requests were personal visits - and who always spoiled us with good food - and that he'd better take advantage of every chance he had to spend time with her before she wasn't around anymore.

He apologized - to his mother first - wrapping her up in a hug - and then to the rest of us - still holding Grandma Mitchell in his arms. He gave her a little peck on the lips and she hugged him tightly before allowing him to go.

Grandma then wrapped Kasey in a hug and gave her cheek kisses, whispering her thanks.

As we drove back to their house, mom hugged dad close in the backseat.

When we arrived, Kasey asked dad if he'd like to stop over and visit the Hobbit Hole. We spent the next half-hour taking him on a tour. His eyebrows raised a little when he saw the nursery. Without being told what the room would be, it was obvious that he had looked at the color-scheme and figured it out.

Once our visitors were headed back to their home - next door - the lights went out - and the bath towels covered the couch - and two sexy women sat - side-by-side - holding hands - as I dropped to my knees to worship their bodies.

Using every weapon in my arsenal, I worked - first on my daughter-in-law - bringing her to a wet orgasm - and then on my mother-in-law - accomplishing the same result - and then I switched back to begin the cycle anew.

Once they were both sated, they had me lay sideway on the couch. Kasey crawled between my knees, grabbed a hold of my ass-cheeks, and started licking my balls & cock. If I hadn't been a stiff as a missile before, I definitely was now. Her mother knelt beside me and leaned over to destroy me with kisses. Her fingers teased my chest as she kissed me to death. The stimulation the two of them were creating had my body tense - trying to process everything.

Kelsey too my hand, pressed it to her breast, and squeezed my fingers on her. My lips & mouth were buzzing, my balls were churning, and my cock was aching.

"He's ready," Kasey called - as she felt my nuts tighten.

Kasey sucked my nuts into her mouth as her mother switched from my lips to my cock - and suctioned me into her throat - quickly bobbing her head as she fucked her esophagus with my penis. The intense stimulation detonated inside of my brain - and my cock started blasting my seed down her throat.

When the aftershocks stopped, she pulled off, sucked & licked me dry, and gave her daughter a kiss - their two faces rubbing against my weary genitals. They each stood, helped me up, and escorted me to the master bedroom - where we tumbled into a happy pile.

~~~ Monday ~~~

After the girls were showered, dressed, and off to work & cheer practice, I picked up the towels from the front room, started the laundry, and worked to get a few stains off of the sex-marked sofa. We should probably invest in furniture covers.

That night, Wife #2 and I went to the football game to watch Wife #1 flash her panties to all of the spectators in the stands. I knew what half-time show I really wanted to be a part of - but I had to content myself with watching some tumbling and listening to some cheers. The marching band wasn't bad either.

When we got home, I cuddled with my mother-in-law while her daughter climbed onto me, still wearing her uniform. She pulled her panties to the side and stuffed my megaphone up her cheer-twat.

Kelsey rolled onto my right hand and I fingered her as her daughter fucked herself on my cock. I made out with both of them as Kasey rode me through two orgasms before I exploded inside of her. My MILF-wife came all over my hand a few seconds later.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

I mowed & trimmed all three yards and then headed to Pop's for my shift. I ended up having several deliveries and made some decent tips. By the time I got home, the two of them were cuddled together in the bed. I snuggled in behind Wife #2's amazing ass and shut off the light.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

The girls decided that, while we were waiting for the results of our first baby-making marathon, they would take turns having sex. I was a little relieved. They were wearing me out. Honestly, I didn't expect it to last. They were both insatiable.

Since Kasey had gotten fucked after the football game, it was Kelsey's turn. We headed to her room to spend our time together and would join Kasey, in her room, when we were done.

I crawled between her knees and started nibbling my way north, taking my time. She was growling at me by the time I got from her taint to her clit. She was begging me to plug her in for a recharge by the time I got to her belly button. She growled at me as I assaulted her lips and finally shoved my cock inside of her.

I hung onto her ass-cheeks and held her knees open with my arms as I pistoned in & out of her tight twat, eliciting moans and mewling. She came once and I slowed down long enough for her to finish - then sped up to hurry her towards the next climax. I warned her that this was the end for me, telling her that her naughty pussy was wrenching a powerful load from my testes.

After several more minutes of shoving my anxious prick in & out of her creamy center, her vaginal muscles trembled and twisted, and I pushed in deep and flooded her with baby-batter.

When we were done, we cuddled for a bit and then joined my other wife in her bed. She was still wrapping up homework that she hadn't gotten done due to all of us trying to stuff too many things into too few hours, too many days in a row. Kasey put her things away, gave us both kisses, and we snuggled together to fall asleep.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

I got back late from Pop's again. I was already half-asleep. I filled one of my wives' pussies (I'm really not sure which one) with man-cream and went to the kitchen table to try to get my homework done before crawling into bed to pass out.

~~~ Friday ~~~

It was another record-breaking night for deliveries at Pop's. I was glad we were doing so well, but I was seriously trying to decide if I was going to have to tell Mack to find somebody else. I didn't really want to do that - and I could definitely use the money - but the hours were killing me right now.

Halfway through the night, I got a delivery for Kasey's grandma's house - and it wasn't the triple-olive special. Mack shook his head at me as I carried the pie out. My video glasses were still in the car. The battery was low so I plugged them into the charger to see what I could add to it before I got to her house.

When the bitter hag opened the door, I said, "Pop's Pizza. Medium sausage & pepperoni. $20"

"It was cheaper last time," she complained.

I nodded and said nothing.

She fished out the bill and held it in her clenched talons. Apparently, the ancient Sphinx had a riddle for the man before we could proceed with the quest. Yeah, big surprise!

"Did you and Kasey move?"

I nodded and said nothing.

"When can I see my granddaughter again?"

I stared at her like she was bat-shit crazy. I wasn't really sure how crazy bat-shit was - but that always seemed to be the current rate of exchange for insanity - and this woman had it in spades.

She didn't want to see her granddaughter; she wanted to be nosey. I wasn't even sure what she hoped to gain anymore. Kasey was, now, financially independent of the old witch. In less than four weeks, we would break all ties to #24, and that should be the end of things.

"Have you tried texting her or calling?" I asked.

The last time we'd gone to Benny's, I had said something to Paul about Kasey's grandma bugging her. He'd sent her the APK for an off-market app that filtered her incoming calls. If a number was in her 'no-no list', the app would forward the call to a randomly generated number.

"I keep getting wrong numbers," granny reported.

"Hmm. You double-checked the number?" I asked, as if I gave a flying fuck.

"Of course."

"I'm not sure, then, maybe talk to your service provider."

"They're all idiots," she complained. "They checked the number and said it was fine."

"Yeah, I'm not too good with that technical stuff. Sorry." (Not sorry.)

Having, apparently, exhausted her list of premeditated questions, she relinquished the money - and I handed over the pie.

When I got back to Pop's, and clocked out, Mack asked me how it went. I looked all over my body, like a Stormtrooper checking their armor for blaster-fire scorch-marks following an intense shootout. Finding none, I looked up at him, and shrugged my shoulders. He laughed.

When I got home, I told Kasey, "Your grandmother ordered a pizza - and she tipped me."

"No fucking way!" she shot back.

"She doesn't know she tipped me," I admitted. "I charged her $20 for a $17 pizza."

She laughed and pulled me in for a kiss.

"By the way," I told her, "Paul's app must be working. She said her last call went to some guy in Hawaii who was a little upset at being woken up in the middle of the night."

"She told you that?"

"No, but it's only a matter of time. She said she keeps calling you and getting wrong numbers."

"You're evil," she said, laughing.

I made a finger-gun and pointed it into the air.

"Alright, this is a stick-up! Give me some pussy and nobody gets hurt."

She grinned, clasped her palms to her cheeks, in mock surprise, and gasped, "Oh, no! It's the pussy bandit."

"I'll save you!" her mother yelled from the other room. When she came running in, she was completely naked.

In the end, I got two pussies - one on my cock and one on my face - and nobody got hurt. Although, there were reports that several shots were fired before everything calmed down.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

It was a lazy Saturday morning, and my first wife was still asleep. I cuddled with her mother, and we were both starting to get frisky - not wanting to leave Kasey out of the fun, I crawled between her knees and began devouring her sweet pussy.

As usual, she started with the cussing, moved to hair-pulling, and then resorted to screaming my name - while her body was shuddering through the orgasm I had given her. I gave her a respite while I moved between her mother's knees. You can tell where Kasey got it from. It was almost like watching a rerun of "Sanford & Son". First cussing, then hair-pulling, and more screaming. Once Kelsey had cum, I switched back to her daughter. I slid my cock inside of her slippery center and pretty much fucked the shit out of her until she came. I switched to my second wife and performed an encore. Orgasm number three took a little longer from each of them and, when Kelsey's pussy clenched around me, this time, it was over for me. After that, we hit the showers.

We did a little shopping, raced RC boats at the park, and visited our good friends at the taco truck.

He saw us coming. By the time we walked from the car to the food stand, our food was cooking, our drinks were on the counter (including Kelsey's special Jarritos mix), and he was waiting - with hand outstretched - for my debit card. I asked him what he would have done if we'd ordered something different and he just laughed and waved me away like I was a flying insect.

We went to the botanical gardens and looked at all of the pretty flowers. I held both of their hands as we roamed around, viewing all of the displays. A couple people gawked at us, no doubt wondering why I was holding my mom's hand with my girlfriend standing there.

We stopped by Benny's for a quick bite before we headed home. Most of the reason for stopping was to let Paul know that his app was doing its job. He laughed when I told him that grandma was getting frustrated. I ate my mini-monster meal, finished my shake, and we headed for the Hobbit Hole.

Since I'd fucked them that morning, my lovers decided they wanted to ride my fingers before bed. They leaned their bare breasts against my shoulders & biceps while I tried to avoid getting Charlie-horses in my hands as I twiddled their middles. It became harder as they got louder. Their hot lips were all over my ears, cheeks, and mouth as I switched from one of them to the other.

I wasn't worried about me but, about halfway between their first and second climaxes, the two of them started running their hands and fingers up & down my restless shaft. It was like a handjob wrestling match. I lost, and won, all at the same time.

My sadistic little succubus caught most of my spend in her palm and then used it to lather my still-stiff rod. The carnality of the act pushed her over the edge and she started cumming on my fingers. With all of the moaning & mewling the two of us were doing, her mom came shortly after us.

We got cleaned up, threw the sheets in the laundry, and switched to the other bed.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

As we were leaving the church, after the service, Pastor John asked if he could have a quick word with us.

"Aw, shit!" I thought, but I nodded. We stepped out of the way of the rest of the line.

When he was done greeting everyone, he led us to the office where Kasey & I had met with him so many weeks ago. I noticed that his wife was tagging along behind us. Once we were all inside the room, we found five chairs had been placed in a circle. She closed the door quietly as we took our seats.

"I'm just going to mention a couple things," the minister said. "If I ask a question, please don't say anything. Just nod or shake your head. Do you understand?"

Since he was looking directly at me, I nodded.

"There are a number of verses in the Bible that talk about the guidelines for sexual relations," he began. "These include a rule prohibiting sex with a woman during her period. In one way or another, throughout our lives, almost all of us have violated one or more of these do's & don'ts. That's not what I want to talk about - but it leads into it."

I nodded.

"I enjoyed spending time with you & Kasey, before the wedding, getting to know the two of you. I was honored to be able to be a part of your union ceremony. I'm delighted that you have chosen to attend here regularly - and I am ecstatic that Kasey's mother has been coming with you."

He glanced over to her, nodded, and looked back to me.

"I care about each one of you. I also care about everybody else who visits our services - whether just one time - or every week."

"As I give the message each week, my eyes roam across the faces and the bodies. Sometimes I pick up clues. Sometimes I think the Spirit leads me - but that's another discussion."

"You all love each other very much, that much is obvious. We all need and deserve love. God loves us but, sometimes, we just need to feel arms around us, accepting us."

"It would help me a great deal if you could avoid being overtly expressive with shows of affection while you are in the building or on the property, where others can see."

I started to open my mouth but he held up a finger.

"You have not - at least that I have noticed - caused any problems thus far. I am simply establishing expectations for the future."

I nodded, once more, if a little more cautiously.

"Obviously, I was there for the vows between you and Kasey. Have there been other vows exchanged as well?"

I nodded, watching his face; his expression didn't change.

"Promises are meant to be kept. They should help us stay accountable. I encourage you to continue to be faithful in keeping those promises - to the vows you have given."

I was a little stunned. I stayed quiet - and tried not to look over at my wives.

He turned his attention to Kelsey.

"You have known great grief," he said.

It hadn't been a question but she nodded anyway. I noticed that she clenched her teeth slightly and I assumed she was trying to prevent her chin from quivering as her mind pictured Kasey's dad as she last remembered him.

Pastor John spoke again: "It is good that you have found someone who loves you."

She nodded again; her face clearing, somewhat, as she mentally stepped back away from that brief flash-back - and the grief she still carried due to the abbreviated relationship with her previous husband.

"Are you trying to get pregnant?" he asked her.

Her eyes widened slightly but she kept her eyes straight ahead as she nodded to him.

"Have you had trouble in the past?"

She relaxed a bit and nodded once more. The doubts were receding - but she still had questions.

"Could my wife and I pray for you?" Pastor John asked.

Before any of us could voice any concerns, he went on to explain what they planned to do.

"I would like my wife to put her hands on your stomach, over your womb," he said. "I will put my hand on my wife's shoulder, that way I am not touching you inappropriately. Then we will pray. Would that be okay with you?"

Kelsey looked to John's wife, back to him, and nodded.

The minister's partner got out of her chair, knelt in front of my mother-in-law, and placed both of her hands on my lover's abdomen, bowing her head. Her husband knelt beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.

Pastor John bowed his head and prayed, "Almighty Father, we thank you for your love for each one of us. I ask you to bless this union, freely made in your sight. I pray that you would strengthen their love for one another. I pray that you would mend anything that might be broken - that you make Kelsey's body whole. I ask you to give her the baby she desires. I know the child will be loved and I pray that it would personally know your love."

When John and his wife reseated themselves, Kelsey was dabbing her sleeve at the torrent of tears that were trailing down both of her cheeks. John grabbed a box of Kleenex and handed it to Kasey.

He looked back to me once more.

"Did you take photos during the other set of vows?"

I nodded.

"Is there a picture of that event hung within public view in your home?"

I shook my head.

"That's all I'm asking for here, discretion. Is that acceptable?"

I glanced at my lovers who both nodded to me; I nodded to him.

"That's all I have. Do you have any questions for either of us?"

Both of my wives were shaking their heads no.

I stood and offered the minister my hand. When he took it, I said, "Thank you. You have no idea how much that meant to her."

He glanced at his wife, who was looking at the carpeted floor, then back to me, and said, "You might be surprised."

The woman stood and opened the door, and cooler air slipped into the room. We had too many bodies massed into a small space.

I shook his wife's hand, and thanked her as well, as my wives and I left the office.

~~~

When we got outside, my mom was waiting. She saw my lover's tears and raised her eyebrows at me. I said, "He asked Kelsey if he could pray for her."

Mom took her by the hand and we walked to the car. We had gotten into the habit of riding together to church, now that we were neighbors.

When we got home, Kelsey went and washed her face. She didn't have much mascara on - so that wasn't a big deal. Once she was ready, we walked over to mom's house for sandwiches and cards.

Mom didn't ask about the prayer and we didn't volunteer any details.

After a few games of cards, the three women started "The Proposal" - for the 4,002^nd time. I went to look for a cover for the couch, in the print that my wives had picked out.

~~~

That night, in bed, the three of us cuddled and kissed and cried. As I reached over to shut off the light, I saw the bottle of prenatal vitamins on the nightstand. I offered up another little prayer, pulled my lovers close, and fell asleep.

~~~ Monday ~~~

After class, Kasey and I ran to the store to grab some things that were on the shopping list. We were in the second aisle, getting a can of Rotel, when we spotted Carol (my ex-girlfriend).

"Fuck!" I thought. I was sure my hot, little wife was going to go 'small dog syndrome' all over her.

When we rounded the next turn, and came face-to-face with our former classmate, the two of them stopped to talk. I glanced over Kasey's shoulder and picked a couple items that I knew were on the other side of the store. I headed off to go get them. I took my time. I also picked up a couple other things that I saw that I knew were on the list. Soon, I had one of those little baskets and it was most of the way full.

Carol and I saw each other as she headed for the check-out and she gave me a little wave. I went to find my little lap-dog. She seemed normal. I asked, cringing, what she and Carol had talked about.

"I told her that I had heard Bryce was on the rebound. He's got a decent job. The rumor is he likes anal. I told her I thought he might be right up her alley."

"What'd she say?"

"She said she was tired of sleeping alone. I told her that rebounds were usually easier, but cautious, and she should just treat him nice and see what came of it."

I raised my eyebrows at her. I was pretty sure that was Mission: Impossible for Carol.

"She said she'd try," Kasey said, noticing the doubt on my face.

"Why you bein' all nice to her?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and started marking things off of the list as I moved them from the basket to the cart.

As we rolled out to the car, I wondered why she'd had me park so far from everything - and back in a half-hidden corner of the lot. I was putting cold stuff in the insulated bags when I turned around to find one more bag in the cart - and my wife standing on the front of it, leaning forward, and her skirt pulled up over her gorgeous bare ass, right in front of me. I looked for a thong strap; there wasn't one.

My gorgeous little cheerleader leaned forward a bit more - and her pink, wet labia peeked out from within her slender slit. The primality of a female that is in heat, baring its sex in front of its mate, had my sex-organ filling with life, my testicles churning with seed, and my olfactory glands testing the breeze to see if I could scent the receptive female.

Without further invitation, and heedless of anybody watching, I dropped my pants to the ground, hooked my fingers through the sides of the metal shopping-cart, and started fucking my wife's tight little pussy onto my instantly-stiff rod. The louder she moaned, the faster I slammed the cart (and her cunt) at my groin. Soon, the seat was rattling, the wheels were squeaking, she was moaning, and I was grunting.

Some Good Samaritan rolled up to see if we were having trouble. He got an eye-full, tooted his horn, waved, and drove away.

"Fuck, Reg," my lover cooed.

Traffic moved all around us but I was focused on my wife's tight little ass - and the even tighter pussy that was rippling and roiling as I continued to plow into her chaotic channel.

"Fuck, Kasey!" I groaned - before going back to grunting as I pounded and pounded into her.

At that point, I was about to rip the wheels off of the cart. Those things are not made for that much back & forth - and the damned tires kept trying to spin around. I was grunting and groaning. I wasn't sure how comfortable the cart was for Kasey but she was hanging on without complaint so I didn't bother to ask. Her pussy was at the perfect height - and I was just jackhammering her onto my cock as fast as I could get those little wheels to change directions.

Her vocal feedback was getting loader and I knew she was getting close.

"Reg," she warned me, moaning. "It's coming. It's gonna be a geyser."

The thought of her pussy squirting all over me, the shopping cart, and the ground had me in dangerous territory. I was pretty sure mine was gonna be an eruption as well.

"Fuck, Kase!" I growled.

"Fuck me, Reg. Fuck me! Oh, fuck! It's aaaahh!"

Kasey came so hard I actually heard it spray - like the nozzle on a garden hose. My balls & legs got their usual splash-zone treatment - but then there were droplets flying off of the cart as I continued pumping my penis into my beautiful wife's sloppy clenching cunt.

I pulled the cart towards me one last time, pushed up - into her - as far as I could go, and unloaded both barrels on my double-barreled snot-gun. (I know what you're thinking. It only has one barrel. It's got two magazines, though, and I'm pretty sure I emptied both of them at the same time.)

"Fuck, Kase!" I groaned.

When I finally quit cumming, I let go of the cart, pinched her sexy ass, stepped back, and pulled up my boxers & pants. I was a soggy mess but I'd deal with that when I got home.

"I can't move, Reg. You're gonna have to get me down," she called to me.

I snuck around, peeked at her face, and kissed her cheek.

"I'm serious, Reg," she growled at me.

I pried her fingers loose from the sides of the shopping cart, found some drive-thru napkins to clean her up, and helped her into her seat.

"Hey," I hollered back through the open door, laughing, as I grabbed the last grocery bag. "What do I do with this ice cream? It's a little soft."

~~~

When Kelsey got home, her daughter showed her the shopping cart grid-marks that were still on the fronts of her legs from our grocery-getter rendezvous.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

When I got off, after my shift at Pop's, I was beat. I had an hour's worth of homework still to do and I was already cross-eyed.

I walked into the front room to find my two lovers sitting side-by-side on the couch. They each had shit-eating grins on their faces. (I've never understood that idiom, by the way.) I had no clue what they were up to but - obviously - it involved my personage.

"We came up with a new game," my younger wife informed me.

"A sex game, obviously," her mother clarified.

"I call it 'Random Fuckery'," Kasey continued, smiling.

"We tried randomizing which of us went next but neither of us wants to leave that to chance," Kelsey stated.

"Since I got fucked in the grocery store parking lot," Kasey went on.

"I'm first," Kelsey reported, smugly.

"We were going to add costumes & roleplay but there were too many variables and it didn't seem to add that much to the fun," Kasey continued.

"We've boiled it down to location," her mother explained.

"We each wrote the names of six places on sheets of paper," the cheerleader said.

"... and you need to draw one out," the teacher finished.

"No spreadsheet?" I asked, adding an overly-dramatic wrinkled eyebrow.

Neither of them took the bait.

Kasey held up a frilly-looking draw-string bag that I thought I remembered from the wedding or something. The mouth of the thing was open. I reached inside, flipped through several folded up pieces of paper, and drew one out.

"Read it!" they both said, at the same time.

I unfolded the paper and read, "Driver's Ed Car".

"Shit!" Kasey moaned. "That was mine!"

"I'll have to wait until tomorrow," my second wife reported glumly. "There's a camera back there. I'll need to turn it off. We'll probably have to wait until after dark - to make sure Mr. Jenkins is gone for the night."

"Draw mine! Draw mine!" Kasey yelled, bouncing up & down.

Her mother said, "You'll have to wait..."

"I know, I know. I just want to know what it is," she replied.

I reached into the bag, once more. I stopped. I stared at their faces. I didn't move my hand. I wasn't sure either of them was breathing. I waited and waited...

Finally Kasey couldn't take it anymore and screamed, "Come on, cockblocker! Pull one out!"

I thought about tormenting her a little longer but her mother was starting to look violent as well. I twirled my fingers through the contents and pulled out, "Grandma William's back yard."

My former Science teacher started laughing so hard she nearly fell off of the couch.

I looked over at her daughter. She was quietly focused. She looked like RJ the Raccoon in "Over the Hedge". Her brain was mapping out the obstacles and developing a strategy.

"You're not seriously..." her mother started to say, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"It's fucking perfect. I just need to work out some details," Kasey said, quietly.

"You'll end up in jail. Naked," her mother warned.

Her daughter's communication channels had shut down. She was developing potential postulates, running them through her mental modeler, and discarding any theorems that did not survive.

I handed the bag back to Kelsey and went to do my homework.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Attend classes, mow & trim three yards, shower, do laundry, do homework, and do more homework. Kasey came in, gave me a hug & a kiss, and joined me at the dining room table.

"I threw the recorder-glasses on the charger," I told her.

"Why?"

"I figure your mom is gonna want proof that we didn't cheat," I replied.

She thought about it a minute and nodded.

"I also thought it might be fun to watch later," I added, grinning.

"Yeah. If we don't get caught," she said, laughing.

Kelsey was late. When she came in, we figured out why. She had stopped at Gas Station Sushi on the way home. SOMEBODY had resorted to bribing me - in order to get an extra special helping of Yum Yum Sauce - and it just might work!

We ate our food (she had gotten me extra Crab Rangoons!) and finished our homework.

Once it was dark, Kelsey and I headed for my car. I grabbed duct tape and baby wipes on the way out of the house.

When we got to the school parking lot, my MILFy lover pointed to the black SUV. She hit the remote and popped the rear hatch. I parked at kind of a weird angle - hoping to block anybody on the street from seeing us. I grabbed a moving blanket from my back seat, laid it (still folded in fourths) on the thin carpet - to give her some cushion - and (hopefully) make clean-up quicker. I found a flat rock and duct-taped it over the pressure-switch that triggered the interior lights. With all of that in place, we got undressed.

My mother-in-law climbed into the back of the Driver's Ed Car, lay down on the moving blanket, and hooked her toes onto the door-molding above my head, spreading herself open wide.

She was as hot as ever and I was horny as fuck. I stuffed my face against her already-slickened slit and reached through her legs to squeeze her fabulous breasts as I munched, sucked, and licked her through her first orgasm.

"Fuck, Reg! Get it in me!" she moaned when she was done cumming.

I finished licking her clean and wiped my face on the blanket. Then I stood up, hooked my hands around her legs, and shoved my way inside of her exquisite tightness.

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned.

I could hear her words echoing off of the brick walls behind me. I threatened her with the duct-tape if she couldn't keep quiet. The sound of my ball-sac slapping against her ass was bad enough.

We'd been at it for several minutes - and I was getting a little fired-up - moving towards the point of no return - when I heard a dog barking. The sound was getting closer.

"What is it, Sparky?" I heard Old Man Jenkins say.

"Fuck," I thought. "We're cooked."

I froze as the beam of a flashlight swung around the corner of the building and lit up the SUV and my car. My head was in the shadow or I would have been blinded. I didn't move. Kelsey's cunt was clenched so tightly that I thought it was going to force my prick out of her.

After what seemed like eons, he tugged at the leash and said, "Come on, now."

Sparky resisted for the first ten feet or so and then finally gave in and started pulling the janitor down the sidewalk once more.

I was still nervous as hell but my sexy partner was impatient and started fingering her clit & slit above my stiff intrusion.

"Fuck! You're tight!" I whispered, renewing my attack.

Her fingers might have been busy but, her ass & her pussy were still clenched down in nervous tension. The next couple minutes were like fucking a virgin. She cooed and keened.

When her pussy finally opened back up, I started powering into her. I didn't know if Jenkins made a loop - or did a down & back - but I wasn't waiting around to find out.

My grunts echoed into the cavernous vehicle and her strained vocalizations were rebounding off of the school building again. I pushed all of that out of my mind and fucked the shit out of her.

She gave up twiddling her clit and went back to groping her breasts. Her tight titties were wobbling back and forth as I pumped my cock into her over & over again.

The dim light of the distant street light was all I needed to be able to observe my sexy partner's heavenly expression as I brought her to her second climax.

I had hoped I would be able to last longer - and give her a third orgasm - but that was it for me. As soon as her body signaled that she was cumming, I slammed into her until my balls couldn't handle it anymore and I started giving her all of that special sauce she had ordered.

When she was finally breathing normally again and ready to get dressed, I had to help her to her feet. Thankfully, the moving blanket had done its job and there was no clean-up. I tossed it in my back seat, removed the rock & duct tape, and closed the hatch on the SUV.

When I got into the car, Kelsey was still a little out of it so I found the key-fob, triggered the locks, and we got the hell out of there.

Kasey was sleeping when we slipped into the bedroom. Personally, I think she was faking it - to keep her mom from being able to pick her next location - but we cuddled into bed with her and fell asleep.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

When I got home from Pop's, the two of them were on the couch again. Kasey had her tablet. They still had the video, from the night before, pulled up on the screen.

"Jenkins knew that was you," Kasey informed me.

"He asked about your car today," Kelsey added, smiling.

"Oh, yeah?"

"I told him you were helping me transfer some Science stuff."

"Did you mention that it was a gooey, milky liquid?"

"It didn't come up," she said, smirking.

She held out the bag.

I walked over, reached my hand inside, pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it, still folded, to Kasey.

She unfolded it and read it aloud, "Reggie's old bedroom."

Kelsey thought for a second and said, "Your mom work Saturday morning this week?"

"Almost always."

"We'll wait for her to leave and sneak over."

I nodded.

"Grab your glasses," Kasey told me.

"We're not waiting until dark?" I asked her.

"Paul says it'll be dark enough by the time we get there," she replied.

"... and Paul is...?" Kelsey asked, suddenly curious.

"Counter-intelligence - he's going to help me eliminate grandma's motion lights and security cameras," Kasey reported.

"How much did you tell him?" I asked her.

"Just that we wanted to leave a surprise in her back yard and we didn't want to get busted doing it," she replied.

I grabbed my glasses and we headed out the door. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled onto the side-street closest to the Williams' home and parked behind Paul's car. He had the rear-hatch open and was unloading the biggest drone I had ever seen. He set it on the pavement, between our vehicles. He looked things over, tugged on a couple wires, and flipped a switch - which set the props to spinning. He motioned for us to get back in my car; Kelsey hopped in the back and Paul took shotgun.

He propped a big tablet up on my dashboard, leaning it against the windshield, and pulled out his phone. Several seconds later, the tablet was showing Kasey and me what he was seeing on his phone. He stuck his phone in the controller and told it to connect to the drone. We were live. As he lifted off, he started explaining what he was doing and what we were going to see.

"Based on Kasey's description, the target area has multiple cameras and motion detectors. Each of these should have infrared sensors and lights. I've installed a camera detector in front of the camera lens on the drone - and beefed up its range. When it 'sees' a camera, it will light it up in red on the display. I have a can of white spray paint hooked onto an accessory arm. We'll paint over the lenses and sensors and they should be blind."

"... and you put all this together in the last 24 hours?" I asked him.

"I've... uh... been working on this for a different project," he said, giving nothing away. "This will be a really good chance to test my rig."

"Right..." I said, smiling. "How much of this shit is illegal?"

"None of it, as far as I know," he said, laughing. "Although, I did use a throw-away credit card to order everything. They were US websites though."

We watched as he flew over the two yards that lay between us and the hag's. Paul first sent the drone floating towards any poles along the edge of the property. One was obviously a motion light and it was time to find the sensor and try the counter-measures. The display lit the motion-sensor up like a laser-pointer and Paul brought us in close. He hit the accessory button and, seconds later, the sensor disappeared from the display - covered in white paint. A minute later, the motion light went off. He buzzed the drone around some - to see if it would set the sensor off again - but it never came back on.

"One down," Paul said, smugly. "The security cameras, honestly, should be even easier than that."

"That's normal white paint?" I asked.

"I grabbed some with metal glitter in it, just in case," he admitted.

As he headed towards the next obvious motion light, I asked, "How long's the battery on the drone?"

"Twenty to thirty minutes. I've got another battery but I think we'll be good. I'm guessing four motion lights - one at each corner of the yard - and two security cameras. Those will probably be mounted just in a little ways from the lights. They're probably wireless and they'll need to be closer to the central unit to be in range."

We were approaching thirty minutes when Paul was wrapping up a final sweep of the perimeter - after having removed the four motion lights and the two security cameras. There had also been a Ring doorbell. We couldn't get through the storm-door to disable it directly, so he'd just painted a wide circle on the exterior door, in front of the thing. Nobody had responded when the Ring activated so either: they weren't home, they didn't have it hooked up right, or it was a fake. Paul made one last pass down the center of the yard and brought the drone back our way. The low-battery indicator lit up just as it cleared the last house and came into view. He still had plenty of power to get it safely back onto the pavement.

"You guys need any ski masks or duct tape?" he asked, grinning, as he loaded the drone back into his car.

"All covered," I told him. "We really appreciate this."

"Like I said, I've been needing to test it out and had been looking for somebody to try it on. This worked out well for me."

He closed the hatch, shook my hand, hopped in, started the car, and drove away. Kasey and I climbed back into my vehicle and I scooted it up past the grassy right-of-way that split the block in half. She had me pop the trunk. She grabbed two empty beer cans from the bag I had been supposed to drop off to the recycling place for the last couple weeks.

We crept past the first yard and then realized we looked like criminals doing that. We stood up and just walked the rest of the way to the gate that led from the right-of-way into the Williams' yard. Kasey strode straight towards the back door, carrying the cans. When she got there, she pointed at a lounge chair and had me move it to the right of the rear entrance. She set the cans down, dug around in a pocket for something, and then stacked the cans - one on top of the other - on the top step - so that the storm-door would knock them over if anybody opened it. Meanwhile, I lifted the big lawn chair and set it back down directly under the window that was, obviously, the one above the kitchen sink.

I hit record on my glasses and Kasey motioned for me to get undressed. I peeled off my T-shirt and laid it on the foot of the lounger. I kept my shoes and socks on. I slipped my athletic shorts over my sneakers and threw them on my shirt. I hadn't worn underwear. I wasn't sure how much time Kasey'd had to plan this - and I wasn't taking any more chances than I had to.

She peeled off her shirt to reveal that she was braless. She threw her shirt on my pile. She raised her skirt and tucked it into her waistband. I guess there were no real rules that we had to be completely naked - we just had to fuck in her grandma's backyard - so we were ready. She pointed at me to lie down on the lawn-chair.

I got comfortable and she stepped across me. There was still plenty of ambient light to see how stiff her tight little nipples were. I was already salivating. I vowed that I would be chewing on those just as soon as I could get them within range.

She bent her knees, snuggled her pink, wet folds around my cock-knob, and then dropped onto my lap - shoving my stiff prick all the way up, inside her. She moaned; I groaned. I grabbed her ribs and pulled her tight teats to my lips. She protested by shoving on my head but her resistance melted quickly when I started sucking her breasts and, soon, her fingers were digging into my scalp, pulling me from one breast to the other.

I moved my hands to her hips and groped & stroked her groin, thighs, and ass, encouraging her, as she rode up & down on my rod. She had pulled my lips to her own so I slid my hands up her sides and worked them over her tight chest - prodding, pawing, and pulling.

We had gotten a little loud but I didn't realize it until the light above the sink came on and somebody turned the knob to ease the window open. We stopped making noises but, by this point, my hot little wife had caught the scent of an orgasm and she was like a bloodhound.

I listened, my ears twitching, as she continued to grind her tight twat up & down on my aching penis. I put my palm under her ass to keep our bodies from slapping together but there were still a lot of wet sounds. I just didn't know how far the noises were traveling. My heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour.

A couple minutes later the window closed again and the light went off. As it did, Kasey came, squirting all over my lap.

I tried to listen for a couple more seconds but squirting had always lit my fuse. I grabbed her hips and started slamming her sexy body, and her grinding gash, down onto my anxious cock. The wet sounds were wetter and the slapping was not quite echoing off of the neighbors houses.

I was focused on my coming climax when Kasey leaned back, changing the entry angle, and a whole new part of my cock got stimulated. I was grinding my teeth, holding out for her to cum with me.

I felt the head of my cock bang into the front of her pelvis a couple times and her body started quivering, just as she shoved our clothes between our bodies. My penis was committed & ready - and my partner was cumming - so I started spewing.

Kasey wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, shaking, as I continued to pound her clenching cunt down onto my gushing firehose.

Her fingers tensed on my neck, and the hair on my spine stood on end, just as my last shot of jizz jetted inside her, and the interior backdoor started opening.

With my wife still mounted on my cock, I stood up, took three big steps to my left, and ducked around the corner. Her mouth was hot on mine. She was ravenous. Tension was a big stimulant for both her and her mother. I tried to stand up under her sensual assault but I was breathless in no time.

I heard the beer cans fall, followed by Kasey's grandmother yelling, "What the fuck is this shit?!"

Kasey hopped off my cock, handed me my clothes, fixed her skirt, and pulled her shirt on. My shirt and shorts were on two seconds later.

Hand-in-hand, we quickly walked through the open gate, over to the property line (the neighbors were a couple mowings behind the Williams' so it was easy to find) and then headed directly towards the street in front of their house. We crossed the road - to the other sidewalk - and turned east. As soon as we got to the intersection, we cut back across the street, once more, and headed for the car.

As I started the vehicle and we took off, I asked Kasey, "Why was she so pissed off about the beer cans?"

"I don't think it was the beer cans," she said, laughing. "It was the three used condoms."

I stared at her. "USED condoms? Whose semen...?"

"Frogs - from the animal lab at school," she said, laughing harder.

"I don't even want to know," I told her, shaking my head.

"I just hope she spends the money to have them tested," she said, howling.

"After what Grandma Mitchell said, I could see her shoving it up inside of her wrinkled twat," I told my laughing wife, starting to giggle myself.

"Maybe she'll turn a frog into a prince," Kasey said, dabbing at the tears in her eyes.

When we got home, Kelsey insisted on watching the whole video, while sucking my dick.

She tried to sneak in a quick penetration, at the end, but her daughter was already watching and wagged a finger at her. She pouted until Kasey finally agreed to let me eat her to orgasm. Once her mother was sated, at least minimally, we headed to bed.

~~~ Friday ~~~

I finished my classes and drove to Pop's. I'd barely started my shift when I got a delivery to Kasey's grandma's house again. A half-hour later, I pulled up with the pie and turned on the glasses.

"Pop's Pizza!" I announced.

"You owe me $500," the wicked witch said, as she opened the door.

"I don't remember having sex with you and I doubt you're worth nearly that much," I retorted.

"Well, I never..." she started to say.

She realized the conversation was headed into déjà vu, and said, "My vandalism deductible is $500. You can pay it for the damage you caused."

"I caused?"

"Yes, last night."

"I'll have you know I was working last night and didn't get home until late. Would you like to call my boss to confirm? Ask for Mack."

She fumed at me, and said, "I know it was you."

"$20 for the pie, please."

"It's highway robbery."

"It's the best pizza in town and you know it."

"It is not."

"You call us more than anybody else. I saw it in the phone records when I was going over the information with the police officer."

She harrumphed at me again, threw the $20 to the ground, and pulled the pizza box from my hands, slamming the door in my face.

"Thanks for the tip," I called out, as I headed back to the car.

The rest of my evening went more smoothly and, believe it or not, the $3 tip I swindled from the old nosey-body was still the lowest one I received for the night.

When I got home, Kasey was holding the bag out. I reached in, pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it to her mother. She opened it and read, "Police car".

"Can't you fuckers pick anyplace normal?!" I complained.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

Mom didn't leave for work until almost 9 o'clock. I thought my second wife was going to go crazy, waiting. I was getting several plates out of the dishwasher when she came running in and grabbed me by the hand.

I made her stop by my car so I could grab the moving blanket. If she squirted all over my bed, it was going to be trouble. Getting out of the house without leaving evidence behind was already going to be a problem that had too many variables for me to solve.

I used my key, opened the door, hollered for mom - just in case. I waited a few seconds and, not hearing a response, snuck up the hallway. I'm still not sure why we were sneaking. I unfolded the heavy, blue, quilted cover and spread it across my bed. Kelsey already had her clothes off. She'd thrown them on the right side of my bed (away from the door) so I did the same with mine. We were both completely naked.

My mother-in-law's pussy has always been mouth-wateringly-beautiful - so I started there. I didn't give her an orgasm but I had her wound up & ready. I realized I'd forgotten to turn on the glasses and stopped to do that before I nibbled my way across her clit, mons, belly button, abs, solar plexus, breasts, areolas, nipples, collarbone, neck, and chin - to get to her mouth.

Once our lips and mouths were fully engaged, I grabbed my cock, seated it into her heavenly depression - and then I pressurized her cabin-space and prepared for lift-off. I was just getting a good rhythm going when I heard the air-breaks release on a semi. Dad was home!

There was an immediate loss of cabin pressure as I jumped off of my lover - and the bed. I offered my hand to pull her up. I quickly looked around the room - trying to figure out where we were going to go.

My closet door was standing open. There was not really enough room in there for both of us. I could hear dad unlocking the front door. The hallway was NOT an option.

I laid the moving blanket beside the bed, on top of our clothes, and pointed for Kelsey to lie down. I lay next to her, pulled the blanket over us, and used my toes to try to pull the bottom edge in. If we squeezed - and had plenty of time - we MIGHT fit under my bed - but not right now - not like this!

I lay flat on my back. The blanket was stiflingly hot and claustrophobic as it pressed down onto my face. I tried to slow my breathing. In my own ears, it sounded like I'd just run 10 flights of stairs.

Dad hollered for mom from the front room and then waited. Not hearing a response, he headed for their bedroom - no doubt to change clothes. His footsteps sounded like the march of a battalion of enemy soldiers - getting closer and closer as I cowered in my foxhole.

I heard my door open wider and I completely stopped breathing. I could feel Kelsey's eyes on me but I refused to look at her. There was no explaining this. I was butt-assed naked in my room, hiding, with my mother-in-law - who was just as gloriously naked.

Dad's footsteps headed to their bedroom and I let out the breath I had been holding. Now what?! The only exits from my room are the window and the door. My window is towards the ceiling and it's been a while since I tried to squeeze myself out of it - but it's not easy. I MIGHT make it; Kelsey probably wouldn't. That left the hallway.

We waited.

After what seemed like hours, the shower came on. Kelsey nudged me and I shook my head, no.

As soon as the radio got loud - and I heard my dad's horrible karaoke - it was time! I believe it's called caterwauling because it sounds like a cat is trapped inside of a wall. That's what my dad sounds like in the shower. I threw the blanket off, pulled my lover to her feet - and off of the blanket - and threw it aside to grab our clothes. We dressed in a flash and rushed down the hallway as fast as we could - as quietly as we could.

Kasey was waiting, laughing, with the front door open after we got through the gate. I was gasping for air. Her mother looked at me and said, "Where's the blanket?!"

I played the video for our judge.

It took a few 'instant replays' - and a lot of laughing - before she decided that we had, indeed, fucked in my bedroom - thus satisfying the rules of the game.

Once that was determined, Kelsey took me to her room to finish the job.

She kissed me while she worked up to her first orgasm, rode me (as I mauled her breasts) to the second one, and then I flipped her onto her back to fuck her like she wanted. Unfortunately, she didn't get her third until I was spewing inside of her - and she decorated us both.

With her still mounted on my cock, I picked her up and carried her to the shower. Both of our sloppy juices were running down my legs. I turned on the water and cringed as it sprayed my back & ass until it came up to temperature. Only then did I turn and share the spray with my sexy partner.

I bounced her up & down on my cock a few more times, relishing the feeling of her tight treasure-box on my jeweled scepter. We kissed a little longer and then she got to her feet so we could scrub away the sticky residue of our love-making.

Once we were clean, she stood (inside of my personal space) straddling my stiff rod - and we kissed some more. If Kasey hadn't hollered that my dad was coming up the walk, we probably would have headed back to the bedroom to try for another round.

I'm not sure why he didn't just call. The only thing he wanted was to know if I knew where mom was. I think he might have just wanted to see what the house looked like, now that we had actually moved in. The last time he'd been here, we were still painting.

It was close to lunchtime so we invited him to stay for sandwiches. I dug out the bread, miracle-whip, and cottage cheese, and told dad where to grab plates, glasses, and silverware. Kelsey fried bacon while dad toasted the bread, Kasey leaved the lettuce, and I sliced the tomatoes.

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting down to BLTs, cottage cheese, potato chips, and sweet tea. Dad told us a few road stories. Two were funny, one was inappropriate, and one was a little scary. Over-the-road truck driver was definitely not the job for me!

After dad left, Kasey said she wanted to go for a jog. We changed our clothes and drove her to the place where Kelsey and I had fucked the morning of the wedding. We laughed as Kasey's mom retold the story about jerking me off into the salad-dressing container so she could spike Grandma Williams' coffee with it after the ceremony.

As we ran the trail, I told the two of them that I thought it was time to end their 'Random Fuckery' game. Things were getting a little too out of control - and I didn't even want to think about what it was going to take to try to have sex in a squad car.

Since Kelsey still had most of a fresh load inside of her, she was easier to convince. Kasey only gave in after her mother and I agreed that I could fuck her senseless when we got home from running.

In the end, she decided she didn't want to wait that long. Kelsey drove us around town while I fucked the shit out of her daughter in the backseat of the car. I think she spent more time, watching us in the rearview mirror, than she did focusing on the road. I'm also pretty sure I smelled her musky scent mingling with her daughter's and mine - so I'm sure she was rubbing herself through the leggings she had worn for our run. Knowing her, she wasn't wearing panties underneath.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

Sitting in church, we really didn't change anything we normally did. Kelsey was a little more subdued in her horse-play but, otherwise, it was the same as always. I held each of their hands and we tried to be good listeners.

After the service, we shook Pastor John's hand on the way out. As he often did, he told us that he was glad to see us. He was one of those people that made you believe it.

We took my mom & dad to KFC so my mother could get her weekly chicken fix.

After lunch, we went home to try to get a jump on our homework assignments for the week. Kelsey also had a few lecture videos to watch. Since all of her stuff was self-paced, she was already about half-way done with her classes for the semester.

~~~

As we lay, together, in bed, that night, both of my wives informed me that it was still too early to tell but that, so far, they hadn't started their periods.

I fucked Kasey through two orgasms and switched to her mom. She got two little ones and then, while we were distracted, Kasey teased a fingertip along my taint - and I lost control - and flooded her mother's pussy before either of us was really ready. She, of course, thought it was a lot funnier than we did.

~~~ Monday ~~~

By the end of the day, neither of my lovers had still gotten their periods. We talked about taking a test but there weren't any in the house. We did our homework and got ready for bed. The two of them decided that they were going to hold off on sex for the night.

Thankfully, they had mercy on me. Kasey sucked me for a while and tried deep-throating me again - but she's still got a ways to go. After that, she and I made out as her mother sucked my cock straight down her throat - and I gave her a belly full of fresh protein.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

After classes, I started mowing & trimming the three yards. Kasey went to the drugstore and came home with four pregnancy tests. When Kelsey got home, they each took one. Kasey's came up negative; and Kelsey's came up positive. I could tell my former Science teacher was excited - but she was too worried about her daughter to celebrate. They decided to wait another 24 hours and take the other test.

I ran to Pop's and did a two-hour shift.

At bedtime, we showered together. They were still waiting on sex. We had a three-way kissing duel and the two of them jerked me off. We kissed, cuddled, scrubbed, and rinsed each other.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

We were in Spanish class when Kasey's cramps started. By the time we got home, her period had begun. I held her as she cried. I texted her mom and she came home early. When she came in the door, she dropped onto the couch with us and we both held her daughter in our arms. After another half-hour, Kasey started drying her face. She gave us both kisses and then stood up to face us.

"I have no clue why I'm crying," she announced. "I don't want to be pregnant yet. I mean - obviously - I do - I've been bawling, non-stop, for hours - but it's insane. Mom. Take your second test."

Curiosity got the best of me and I watched the process this time.

"That's it?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yup," Kasey said, laughing.

"That's fucking stupid," I said.

"Your body starts putting out a certain hormone when you're pregnant. The test just detects whether or not it shows up in your urine."

"Well, fuck!"

She laughed at me until Kelsey held up the plastic stick.

Pregnant.

Kelsey handed the proof to her daughter, bodily picked me up, and carried me to her bed.

I don't know if it was fueled by adrenaline or lust. She had never tried to do that before - so I'm not sure it would have normally been possible - but she picked me up like it was nothing and carried me into the bedroom like I was a recalcitrant toddler.

There was no doubt in my mind; we were about to fuck like animals.

As soon as she set me down onto my feet, we each started ripping our clothes off.

I had no idea why she wanted to fuck right now but this woman was - according to that little magic stick - carrying my baby inside of her. She could have anything she wanted, as often as I was able to give it to her.

If she wanted fucked, I was gonna fuck her; if she wanted bred, I was going to breed her.

As soon as we were both naked, she shoved me onto my back, climbed on top of me, and started riding me like I was a mechanical bull. Forwards & backward, up & down, left & right - she fucked the shit out of me! It was all I could do to hold onto her hips as she punished my penis - prodding it as deeply into her as she could - brushing against her already-occupied uterus.

She howled like a wildcat and sprayed her climax all over me; my fuse was lit.

I grabbed her hips and fucked my stiff prick up into her sausage-grinder. Her motion became less chaotic and we found a punishing rhythm that slapped our bodies together over & over again. The sound was magnified by the slick ejaculate she had covered me with. We growled & groaned as our bodies collided, our sex organs writhed & wrestled, and my flared cock-knob bumped & banged its way in & out of her sweetly-tense trench.

We were fucking so hard I couldn't even play with her gorgeous tits.

Her body shuddered, her vagina clenched, and she sprayed me a second time.

There was less friction now - but there seemed to be more suction. My anxious cock slurped & slid in & out of her gripping gash.

Her body trembled with the last of her orgasm and that was the end for me. Her pussy seemed to suck me back inside, wrenching a ball-busting orgasm from me.

I came so hard my eyes hurt. It was glorious!

~~~

I have no clue what it is with women. I don't know how they know.

How did Kasey know to grab our clothes before the backdoor opened at her grandmother's house?

How did my mother know that now was the time to visit? She never visits during the week. Ever. And, yet, as I lay in bed, recovering from the near-death fucking that my baby-momma just gave me, my first wife - her daughter - hollered from the front room, "Your mom wants to come over. What should I tell her?"

I looked over at the MILF who was now MY MILF. She smiled.

"You took too long," Kasey announced. "She's headed across the street."

I rolled out of bed, grabbed the tub of baby-wipes, and tried to clean my lover's ejaculate from our bodies as quickly as possible - filling the small trashcan half-full with our soiled rags.

We got dressed and headed for the front room. My lover detoured to the bathroom - to grab the test-kit - but her daughter was already holding it, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Kelsey and I dropped onto the couch. Kasey led my mom into the seating area and plopped down on the other side of me.

"Reggie, I don't mean to be nosey but - well - it's going to sound nosey. I've tried to think of a way to ask that doesn't sound like that - and there isn't one. What did Pastor John say to you, the other day? It's killing me."

"There's a segue for you," I thought. Aloud, I said, "Have a seat mom. This is gonna take a minute or two. Do you want something to drink?"

"What? No. No, thank you. So you'll tell me? I realize it's none of my business..."

"Mom."

"Yes, Reggie?"

"I have a couple things to tell you, first, before we get to that part."

"Oh, yes. Yes, of course. I'm sorry, Reggie."

She sat down in the recliner.

"First, off. I'm married to both Kasey and Kelsey. Obviously, only one of those weddings is legal in this state. The other one was just for the three of us - so we could get our relationship straight."

She stared at me. I'm not sure why I even stopped - I guess because I wanted some sort of acknowledgement - up to that point - that she understood. From there, we could move on to the rest of the sordid details.

However, we were at a stand-still.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Reggie, honey, can you step outside for a minute?"

Now, I was the one staring.

My former teacher leaned in and whispered, "Just do what she says. It'll be fine."

I got up and walked to the front door. I turned to look back at the three of them and Kasey shooed me out. I opened the door, stepped through, closed it, and headed for the garden bench.

I felt like a death-row inmate, waiting - with ten minutes to spare - for a call from the Governor. If that call didn't come soon, I was done-for.

It probably wasn't long - but it felt like hours - before Kasey opened the door and said, "You can come back in."

Her face didn't betray any of what had happened. Stunned, I walked through the door - leaving her to shut it - and returned to my place on the couch. She sat down beside me a few seconds later.

My mom said, "I'm sorry, Reggie. There are just some things that a mother cannot take her son's words on. As far as I can tell, neither of these women has been coerced or threatened - and they corroborated your story. They didn't tell me much else because they said that was yours to tell. At this point, all I know is that the three of you went to Nevada and had another ceremony and that they have both agreed to share you. It is some consolation to me that you have given each other vows but it's still a little too weird for me to imagine all of the implications. So, tell me your story but I may have questions."

I nodded.

"Pastor John's discussion, with us, was that we needed to make sure to keep things Rated G at church."

"He knows?"

"He suspects. He doesn't want to 'know' because then the church would have a problem."

"Okay. I think I understand."

"So... obviously... the three of us have been having sex."

"Really, son, I don't think I need..."

"... and... you're going to be a grandmother."

Stop! Hammer time!

... and we wait.

"What?!"

"Congratulations, mom! You're gonna be a granny," I said, smiling from ear to ear.

Kasey handed her the test. Why the hell do women pass around plastic wands that they've peed on? It's beyond me.

"Oh my goooooodnesssss!"

Kasey laughed.

"Oh, honey. I'm so happy..." she stood, angling towards Kasey - and realized my former girlfriend was pointing at her mom.

Mom froze again.

I grabbed her and plopped her down between Kelsey and me.

I'm not sure where the sound originated from but - for a moment - I thought we had an angry tea-kettle in the kitchen. I finally realized it was a squeal of joy - which turned into hugs, kisses, crying, more hugging, more kissing, more crying... and quite a bit of explaining.

Kelsey informed her that she'd been worried about waiting too long and - now that she felt more comfortable in her position at school - she didn't want to put it off any longer.

When I got mom's attention, I said, "For whatever reason, Pastor John asked Kelsey if she was trying to have a baby and - when she said yes - he asked if he and his wife could pray for her. He prayed for God to help her get pregnant. Calendar-wise, the deed should have already been done, at that point, we were just waiting for her to miss her period so we could take the test - but who knows."

Kelsey told mom, "Kasey's dad and I tried for years before we had her - and we never had another. I'm considering it to be a miracle."

Mom said, "How are you going to manage, with you all taking classes and working?"

"We'll find a way," I told her.

"I'll help too," my mother immediately offered.

Kelsey said, "No."

Mom said, "Yes. We have a new nutritionist starting at the zoo. She wants days. Reg's dad's not there most of the time - so it doesn't matter when I work. I'll switch to evenings and watch the baby while you all are in classes."

Kelsey and I looked at each other and shrugged.

Mom looked at Kasey and said, "So... when..."

Kasey laughed and said, "Reggie & I are waiting until after college. Mom was worried about how much longer she has - so we decided she should go first."

My mom said, "Very practical. It would be amazing for both of you to be pregnant with my son's babies at the same time (Oh! I can't believe I just said that!) - but - not very practical. I'm so excited."

She turned and wrapped me in her arms.

"Oh! Baby!" she cooed, "I'm such a proud momma."

"What will you tell dad?" I asked her.

"I don't think I'll need to say anything - and he'll just accept it quietly," Mom replied, "as will Grandma Mitchell - if she doesn't already know."

"She doesn't," I assured her.

Mom replied, "I wouldn't bet on that."

"Your parents?" I asked.

Mom thought about it for a minute before saying, "Pop will be proud of you. Mimi may have to adjust a little but I don't think she'll care. She may want to talk to the girls first, though. Oh! I'll call her and tell her you'll need another plane ticket! But I'll let you surprise them with your news when you arrive, over the break. Once my mother accepts the idea, I don't know how she wouldn't be just as excited as me. She'll want a little girl though.."

"If this one's a boy, we'll just have to try again", I replied, smiling from ear to ear.

~~~ Epilogue ~~~

Two weeks later, we met the buyers at the bank, closed on #24 Mulberry Street, and handed over the keys. We took the money and paid off the note for the Hobbit Hole. Grandma Mitchell and mom came over for the mortgage-burning party. I grilled burgers and my wives did the rest.

Grandma dropped a couple hints and my teacher-wife finally went and retrieved the pregnancy test. My grandmother gave me shit for thinking I could hide anything from her and then she hugged both my wives and got the entire story - from start to finish. Mom was still a little deer-in-the-headlight with a few of the revelations - but grandma spent most of her time nodding. We were, of course, immediately forced to set a date for our next Uno & meatloaf night.

Nine weeks after that, by mid-December, Kelsey's belly started to show and she fielded a few questions, at work, about who the father was. We flew to Florida and spent a day catching Pop & Mimi up on all the details. We had a grand time, early each morning during our stay there, beachcombing with my grandparents and, in the evenings, they spoiled us by showing us all of the fun things to do and the best places to eat. Pop caught me alone before we headed home and told me I was, "a lucky fucker". We promised to live-stream the gender-reveal - and they promised to fly home as soon as we called to tell them that my son or daughter had arrived.

Grandma Williams found the Hobbit Hole around the middle of October. Since she couldn't get through the fence, she had climbed onto the roof and tried to lean over the edge to peer in the windows. She'd lost her balance, tumbled to the ground, and landed on her hip, fracturing it. We found her the next morning. She was lucky it had been a warm evening. She was in a back-brace for weeks and in therapy for a month or two after that.

The next time we saw her was almost a year later. I was holding my infant son as Kasey and I shopped for groceries. When the old hag saw me, she asked if she could see the child. I told her the baby didn't have any of her blood and she had no reason or need to gawk at it.

She, of course, glanced from Kasey to me and said, "Kasey is my granddaughter..."

I replied, "Yes, but this isn't Kasey's baby - not that it's any of your fucking business."

"Whose child is it then?" she asked.

"Mine," I replied.

She stared back and forth between the two of us - as Kasey smiled but said nothing.

I told her that - if she hoped to see Kasey's baby - when that time came - she could start a college fund for this child and make monthly payments, mailing us copies of the receipts at the Hobbit Hole.

A month later, I regretted my words when she sent us the information for the fund and copies of the deposit receipts for the first two months.

She died before she ever even knew that Kasey was pregnant with our first child. By then, she had education funds created for both of my children with the daughter-in-law that she never recognized as legitimate. Two months after the funeral, her widower wrote us to say that he had placed amounts in each of the funds to round them out to $100,000 and that he was discontinuing the practice of making monthly payments. He never contacted us again.

When he passed, Kasey's boy & girl were in Elementary School. We met with the lawyer and my younger wife inherited everything the two of them had. By that point, the three of us were pretty set for retirement - so the money went into a trust to be split between all four of our children. As we wrapped up the work on the estate, I laughed at the fact that Kasey's grandmother had made the vandalism claim against her insurance - and yet none of the damaged cameras or motion-lights had ever been replaced. We left that task to the new owners. We never even went into the house. We had workers carry everything out to be identified for the auction. By the end of the day, it was all gone. Dust in the mother-fucking wind.

When the kids got old enough to need spaces of their own, we got a little creative with how the rooms in the Hobbit House were laid out. We ended up with an adults' room, a boys' room, and a girls' room.

Nick and Natalie were married shortly after my first child was born. Nick became the chief engineer when his uncle retired. They have a little girl who loves coming to visit her four cousins - and not just because we do our best to spoil her silly.

Surprisingly, Paul & Cindy still don't have kids - maybe because they're too busy running Benny's - which now boasts three locations. They still have the best burgers and chili dogs.

Dad finally quit truck driving. He and mom travel south during the winter but stop to see all of the "grands" as soon as they're home again. My mother got us through the infant and toddler years with all four of them. I tell her, often, that this was her greatest gift to me. Each of the kids had a moment or two where I had to remind them that this was the woman who bore me - and not an hourly-employee we paid to watch them. Once we got past that, we were all good again.

My children get Christmas at Thanksgiving in Florida at Pop & Mimi's. Mom & Dad drive down and meet us there. The seven of us usually fly. (The one time we drove, it did not go well.)

Christmas morning, my kiddos give Grandma Mitchell squeezes and she spoils them all with warm oatmeal cookies. After presents, we sit down to her mouthwatering meatloaf. (Now that she's gone, we still have meatloaf for Christmas.)

Old Man Jenkins never retired; he just never showed up for work one day. They buried him in his coveralls. The funeral home had to push back the funeral because they couldn't get the lines of people - showing up to pay their final respects - through in the time they had allotted. Of those who were able to attend the service, there was not a dry eye in the place once my administrator wife got done listing all of the nice things the man had done over his many years of service to the school and its children. The Board named the gymnasium after him.

Carol took Kasey's advice, caught Bryce on the rebound, bridled her tongue, and ended up with two cute kids who didn't turn out too damned bad. She also ended up with a husband who spoils her whenever he can - who loves her kids more than his own life.

~~~ Thanks for reading! ~~~