Family Fun Ch. 03

Simon’s Point Of View.

I woke with a pair of well spanked ass cheeks and a delightfully sore cock. When my head drifted up off the pillow in a conscious state I saw Mom was awake. She smiled lovingly at me and looked every bit my future wife. I felt elated by my good fortune and kissed her.

“Good morning, fiancee.”

“Morning, darling.”

“You’ll get used to calling me that instead of mom.”

“It feels weird. Not so much the word mom, but because you raised me and we’re transitioning from one relationship type to another.”

“When I thrashed you last night it felt like I still was your mom.”

“Weird but nice.”

“No, it was really fucking nice, actually, but I’m not sure I should feel like that, Simon.”

“How many times did we fuck last night?”

“You came inside my pussy four times, and there were blowjobs with lots of cunnilingus, which, I have to say, you are excellent at.”

“Thank you mom… err… Claire.”

“Thank Alice actually.”

“Hmm, yes. We probably need to discuss that too. We’ll need to explain to her about our decision to have kids.”

“Once we dispose of my birth control, it won’t take long for you to get me pregnant.”

“You’d better check the nightstand mom. Those pills are already gone.”

She chuckled but didn’t seem concerned. I felt Claire was totally committed to our new relationship and aside from some decisions about going public, very little worried me either.

“I need to shower, sweetheart. Your sister will be here in a few hours and I’d rather not look like a defiled cum slut in front of her.”

“Shall I make us breakfast?”

“Only if you’ve learned to cook in the last twenty-four hours. Leave food to me. Why don’t you stack and light the fire, then store a few logs inside in case we get rain later.”

I did as Claire instructed, having always done. As a mother rearing me, she’d never been dictatorial or unfair but always insisted that chores must be shared. I hadn’t considered the subtle changes in how I thought about her, me and us. Doing what I was told by Claire, didn’t bother me in the slightest because it came from a place of love.

When I returned to the cabin hauling a third load of wood, mom emerged from our bedroom with soaking wet hair, wearing a bath robe. I stepped close and kissed her lovingly, wanting to constantly touch and feel my bride to be. She moved her hair out of the way, wrapped both arms around my neck and glanced at her new ring, before French kissing me slowly.

I felt a hand slide slowly down my midriff, tickling, before snuggling into my groin. Claire gripped my semi hard cock, then stared at me, smiling.

“You’ll want to fuck me plenty because you’re young with gallons of testosterone and semen coursing around inside. I promised to always make one or more holes available to you. Would you like to enjoy one now, sweetheart?”

“You’ve just showered mom.”

“What would you like, then? I really don’t mind, pussy, hand or mouth?”

“Could you give me a hand job please?”

“Of course. Jump onto the kitchen stool and I’ll wank you off right away.”

Mom left me sitting on the stool while she fetched something. I saw a baby oil bottle, then a squeeze before she rubbed a slather between both palms.

“I probably shouldn’t mention it, but last time I used this was to massage a pulled calf muscle after soccer when you were five.”

“Talking about the past doesn’t bother me, mom. It feels taboo and fucking naughty.”

“Wanking your cock is a great feeling for me too, baby.”

She used both hands, massaging oil into my cock until it was solid. When Claire peeled back my foreskin, I noticed a raw purple head that had spent too much time fucking her pussy.

“Let’s get a nice rhythm going using both hands and see how long you can last. Once we time you properly, I’ll award a gold star every time you last an extra half minute.”

“Like a report card?”

“Why not. It’s just a bit of fun, right?”

She wanked my cock with both hands squeezing tightly as though throwing a pot on a wheel. My foreskin slid up and down easily, as did my shaft rolling through her fingers. I felt every gnarl, bulging vein and the throbbing urethra as her hand slid firmly across the signature of my cock.

“Fuck! That’s lovely, mom.”

She held my foreskin fully back in one hand, then rubbed her other palm across the top of my glans, cupping, squeezing and rotating. When she rubbed my banjo string with a thumb, I felt intoxicated and out of control when the pleasure centres in my mind and body erupted through a tsunami of emotions.

I was excited and totally in love, staring at her, watching my face as it contorted in orgasm.

“Where should I shoot my load, mom?”

“I’ve got that covered, don’t worry.”

My ass rose and fell on the stool with both legs trembling from the exhaustion of tensing and relaxing them in tune with the waves of pleasure controlling me. I couldn’t hold back the seed bloating my tubes as it shot like mercury through a thermometer dropped in boiling water.

My cock ached to unload and I felt an uncomfortable boiling sensation as I clenched muscles trying desperately to hold back.

When Claire noticed my struggle she returned to wanking with both hands, sliding them up and down my shaft as though it were a drill boring a hole.

“Come on Simon, let it all flow out my sweetheart boy.”

“Fuck, mom, please watch out.”

When I shot my load through a cock that was wildly jerking, Claire gently and calmly covered my glans entirely with her mouth, sucking gently. I watched her throat gulp several times while swallowing my seed and it drove me insane. She continued wanking my shaft gently, milking me to draw every drop of semen out from my prostate and balls.

When it hurt and I tapped her head, begging to be freed, she let go. Claire peered up at me, still holding my cock gently, smiling broadly, with lips glistening from a veneer of my seed. When she licked my cock and her lips clean, I slid off the stool.

“That was fucking unbelievable, mom.”

“Enjoy it while you can, son. A month from now, any seed coming out of that cock is destined for my womb.”

“I think we have to try harder and go with our real names, you know. Something tells me we’ll have a great deal of trouble if we don’t. Imagine if someone overheard us while sitting nearby in a restaurant.”

“We’ll figure it out, Simon. You should shower now, then we’ll enjoy breakfast and get ready for your sister.”

“Wash your hands please, mom. Perhaps brush your teeth too before kissing Alice.”

“Maybe.”

I took my time in the shower, cleaning and scrubbing, making a special effort now I had a girlfriend to please and impress. I wore a pair of hiking pants and an old t-shirt mom hadn’t stolen yet.

“We have fruit salad, followed by scrambled eggs on toast. It was always your favourite breakfast, Simon.”

“I’ll make some coffee.”

I was a dab hand at cappuccino from our machine, so within five minutes we sat at a small table by the log fire, staring out of the living room window into the forest enjoying breakfast.

“How do we tell people about us, Claire?”

“We’ll have to move away.”

“What about the lumber yard?”

“The money from a sale of my business will mean we can retire comfortably. We can keep this place on if you like and just move our main home a couple of hours in the opposite direction to where we live now.”

“That sounds a bit desperate.”

“We’re not biologically related, Simon. That doesn’t mean people will understand our relationship and, would you like your children to grow up among that stigma?”

“Definitely not.”

We spent all morning and until late afternoon talking, reading, then talking again. It was nice to make plans with my future wife, deciding on where to live and what to do when we arrived there. A few baby names were tossed around and my heart felt lifted.

Mom sat on a bunch of cosy rugs near the fire while I lay down with my head in her lap. She rifled her fingers through my hair like when I was a kid, kissing me from time to time with tongues inside the mouth rather than lips on my cheek.

We washed up the dishes that had collected through the day from a light snack and more coffee than was healthy. Once we’d tidied the cabin together, I went for a stroll outside, reflecting on an emotional twenty-four hours.

I heard Alice before seeing her through the forest, smiling to myself because we were so alike, especially in our preference for V8 engines. Her truck rounded a corner on the trail almost losing its back end, and the maniac driver, grinning ear to ear slammed her brakes on, pulling up yards away from me. With the engine still running, Alice leapt from her truck and ran into my arms for a hug.

“I’m so happy for you, brother.”

“It’s cousin. We need to be clearer now, Alice. Claire and I are trying to untangle all of that.”

“Yeah well, good luck. You’ve always been a brother to me. and there is no reason to change that.”

She noticed mom at the cabin front door and jogged over hugging, then kissing and congratulating her on our engagement. Alice insisted on examining the ring, glancing back, then smiling at me offering a big thumbs up.

“Can you fetch my gear please, dear brother?”

“Yeah, you go on inside.”

The wind picked up and a light chill swept through the forest clearing where our cabin was built. After hauling Alice’s heavy gear inside the cabin on two runs, I made another, gathering more wood.

Once the fire was packed with fresh logs, I helped mom lay the table for a family dinner. Alice, having showered, came into the living room wearing one of my t-shirts.

“Don’t either of you have shirts of your own?”

“You have a great deal to learn about girls, brother. We need more space inside them when worn for bed. Your size provides that nicely.”

Claire shrugged and smiled at me, nodding her agreement.

“We girls don’t care about staining yours, Simon. Well actually, I did once, but I guess not any more.”

Alice inspected the table, sniffing around, trying to guess what mom was preparing for dinner. She spotted wine and picked up the bottle to examine its label.

“Barolo. Could this be an engagement celebration?”