O Mother Dear ( Part X - Expansion)

All persons are 18+ years old.

Cherry and Pearl confirmed in May
They were pregnant again.
Unlike before, without doubt they
Knew who and how and when.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
In case you're questioning,
Have you deduced how we seduced
You on the First of Spring?

But let's be slow to celebrate
This population boom
Because we were not celibate
We're running out of room!
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
The answer, we espouse,
Statistically and logically,
We need a bigger house!

I didn't wait, I called a pal
To ask for a referral.
He said to call his agent, Val,
That she was "just your girl!"
O Sisters, Dear! O Sisters, Dear!
It's the correct notion,
We need a place with lots of space,
the wheels are in motion!

Val called us back, she knew for sure,
One or two nice places.
Kent and I met her for a tour.
You should have seen our faces!
O Brother Dear, O Brother, Dear,
Just see how Val is stacked!
This tall brunette has quite a set
And that's a simple fact!

Val's gold blazer and white silk blouse,
Offset by her tight skirt,
Made us forget about the house,
It could have been a yurt!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
Please help us face this trial:
I feel my prick begin to kick,
And Kent has a strange smile!

As Val stretched for the house lockbox,
Her blazer hiked an inch.
I felt a pressure in my rocks,
My jeans began to pinch!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
This vantage point she gave
Displayed no sign of pantyline
Across her cheeks concave!

Her calves were taut, her thighs were slim,
Her heels clicked on the floor.
She probably worked out at a gym.
She must have known the score!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
She can't be unaware.
She likes it when she causes men
To fantasize and stare!

Val showed the kitchen's stainless steel
And countertops of stone.
I wondered how her tits would feel
Compressed around my bone!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
I'd slide along her chest.
I would dally in her valley
And give her all my best!

The master suite had a gas spa
With room for eight to sit.
I imagined Val in the raw:
Bubbles tickling her clit!
O Mother Dear! O Mother Dear!
I worry for her twat.
If it is bald it just might scald
If the tub gets too hot!

We left the house and went to lunch
To analyze our search.
Val recommended planter's punch
And grilled filet of perch!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
This was one of her traps:
The pitcher drunk; We felt her plunk
Her hands in both our laps!

Val gently squeezed and poked our groins,
Her face was nonchalant.
While lust began to burn our loins
She looked a debutante!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
She used her nails to trace
Our cocks grown fat; and after that,
She said "Let's leave this place!"