Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 04

Again, I nodded. But then I hurried to add, "I'm not upset. I'm not judging you."

"Funny, it feels like you are."

"I should go," I said.

"Don't. Don't do you dare!" she said. "I cried my eyes out over you almost every day for damn near three years. You can't just walk away from this."

"From what? I thought this isn't a relationship. It's just sex, right? Those were your words, you may recall. Patrick can talk about people being in love all he wants. That doesn't make it so. That simply isn't how it works for our kind, right? It's the one line we won't cross. Even Brianna wouldn't have."

"Honey, I'm your mother! What do you want from me?" She lifted her hands up and brought them down hard on the bed, though the gesture was somewhat less dramatic given that the bed covers absorbed the force of her blows without much sound. Then, more softly, she said, "I'm sorry. Obviously what we have is not just sex, Frank. I don't know what it is. That's an ugly conversation for another day. The point is, we both know I'm not just another lay to you and neither are you for me. So, please, let's talk this out like adults."

I walked back over to the bed and sat down, facing her. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy. And I hate the idea that there's ways I could, but you wouldn't even let me if I wanted to, because-"

"Honey, it's not like I can help the fact that I like it when some guys go there. But you need to understand that what gets me off is knowing that I excite powerful emotions in the guy I'm with. For some guys, that only really happens one way. With you, it's different."

"Yeah?" I asked.

She laughed nervously. "Yes! Of course. What else would it be?"

"I don't know. Some women...I don't know."

"Aww. My baby's such a romantic." She touched my cheek, smiling wistfully. "In a way, it's kinda sweet that you can't even talk about it without blushing. But let's be clear. I really don't want you to do that. And it's not just because I don't want you to do anything your uncomfortable with, though obviously that's also true. The bigger point, though, is that, while your inside me, I'm not thinking, 'Why won't he just smack me around some more and call me his whore?' You do things for me, to me, that no man can. And that's what I want. That's what I need. Nothing more. So just forget all about that dirty, scary stuff Mommy lets some men do to her, okay?"

"Can I just say, nothing makes me want you more than when you talk to me like I'm still a child. That's so fucking hot. Really makes me feel good about myself."

"Oh, Frankie, you'll always be my baby," she said, using a nickname I hadn't heard since I was twelve. Then she promptly added, "I know, I know. Again, not hot." She reached between my legs and stroked my flaccid cock with two fingers. "You think maybe we can do something about this?"

"Might be possible," I said.

"Tell me more about this Deirdre. And the woman you were imprisoned with. The one that sold you out," she said, continuing to stroke me.

"Why? What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Well, for starters," she asked, positioning herself to jerk me off with her big, soft breasts. "Did they do this for you?"

I snorted by way of response. But I didn't want her to think I was clamming up, so I ran a few fingers lightly through her hair and smiled at her.

"They did, did they?" she guessed correctly. "But I bet their breasts were smaller."

"Got that right," I said. My little guy was getting to be less and less little.

"And I'm sure they did this for you," she said, wrapping her full lips around my helmet. Her lips worked back and forth gently, never sliding so far as my foreskin. Just caressing my sensitive head over and over.

I was fully erect again already. "They did," I said.

Now that I'd reached my full length, she could wrap her soft pillows around my shaft and still take me in her mouth. And not just the head at this point. I moaned softly, continuing to stroke her raven tresses. Fuck, I'd missed her mouth.

While still sliding her breasts up and down along my shaft, she lifted her head up a bit and asked, "But when they did, you must never have had that strange feeling you get when you're thinking of her both as your favorite lover yet also aware that she's the same woman who helped you learn how to read and write and how to drive, who showed embarrassing baby pictures of you to your first girlfriend." She smiled. "Doesn't that just drive you crazy when you're with me?"

"Oh, god, Mom," I moaned. "You have no idea."

"Actually," she said, with an amused grin, "I think I do. It's even stranger for me. At least you never knew me as anything but a grown woman. Here I am, holding my son's huge, throbbing cock between my breasts, the taste of his pre-cum fresh in my mouth, and I can still remember when you were smaller than your manhood is now. It's the strangest, sexiest, sickest, most surreal and sinful thing I can imagine. And it gets me so wet just thinking about it. It was my womb that gave you the gift of life, and there's still no gift you'd like better to receive from me than going back inside, is there?"

"No, there isn't," I said.

Mom leaned back, depriving my cock of the pleasure of being trapped in the valley below her majestic peaks. But then she climbed up and mounted me cowgirl, offering me the still greater pleasure of sliding back inside that warm, welcoming place.

"Did you think of me when you were fucking them?" Mom asked.

"Not as often as I should have," I admitted.

Mom's lips tightened. But she bounced up and down on my pole no less furiously.

"What about you?" I asked. My hands, of which there were once again a great many, went to work all over her divine body. "Don't tell me your bed was cold while I was gone? Who did you try to replace me with? And did you picture me when they made you cum? How often did they make you cum?"

"Every guy I could get my hands on," she said.

My heart raced. A few of my hands got a bit more aggressive. Tugged on her hair a bit more firmly. Slapped her ass a bit harder. Tweaked her nipples a bit more sharply.

"Mmm, yeah, baby. Do with me whatever you will."

I started bucking my hips faster, thrusting up into her hard enough that I could see the ripples echo up through her flat but not quite hard stomach and her huge breasts.

"But no, none of them...ungh...made Mommy cum the way you do."

A few of my extra hands winked out of existence. I replaced them with spectral mouths. While I fucked my mother harder and harder, I licked her clitoris, gave her a rim job, sucked her toes, and nibbled gently at her puffy nipples.

After a monster orgasm overtook her, I gave her a brief reprieve. Then I set about showing her a few more of the tricks I'd learned from Deirdre.

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A knock came at the door to my parents' bedroom. I groaned in protest. "Go away," I whispered, too softly for whoever it was to hear.

Mom smiled, touched her hand to my face tenderly. "We can't stay in here all day."

"Yeah," I said, pulling one of her curvy legs over my waist and running my hand up along the smooth skin of her inner thigh towards her ass. "But maybe just a little longer."

"Hello?" Sean called from outside the room.

I sighed. Mom took my hand and placed it on my chest. She slid over me, out of the bed, and drew herself up to her full height, which was scarcely over five feet. She stretched, arms above her head and back arched, making a beautiful display of her massive breasts. "Coming," she said. She blushed, presumably realizing that could be taken two ways.

Climbing out of bed, I slid up behind Mom and reached around to grab those fabulous breasts. Mom allowed me to have my fun for a moment, but only a moment. Then she stepped away. "Clean yourself up," she said before doing just that herself.

Some of the aroma of sex left the room. Mom's hair looked like she'd just left the stylist. And a skimpy nightgown appeared out of nowhere, covering less than half of her giant ass. "I'll see you again later." Then she went to the door and opened it.

With a sigh, I focused on cleaning up all the sweat, cum and other secretions clinging to my body. I also freshened my breath and donned a pair of black silk pajama pants.

"Grandpa says to tell you to go say hi to your aunts," Sean said. The comment was obviously directed at me, but his eyes were glued to his grandmother.

"Thanks, Sean," I said as I walked up beside Mom. I planted one hand on her ass and kissed the side of her head. "And thank you, Mom, for a delightful afternoon."

Sean finally glanced at me. He smiled. "Cindy and Iva are in the kitchen, talking to my dad and Aunt Natalie."

"And your grandfather?"

"Over at the garage apartment. Mel insisted that our mother give him a try."

I laughed at that. "Got tired of you, did she?"

"Ha! Other way around. I can fuck my sister and my mother any time. Not every day I get to see what a woman with real experience has to offer," he said.

My mother smiled demurely back at him.

I laughed and patted my nephew on the shoulder as I walked passed. "Thanks again, Mom. Merry Christmas."

"Same to you, dear," she said.

"My, my, Grandma, what big breasts you have," Sean said.

"The better to seduce you with," Mom replied with a giggle.

I shook my head as I left them and headed for the kitchen.

Todd was holding Natalie's hand behind her back. The two of them stood hip to hip, stealing quick glances at each other while pretending to pay attention to the conversation they were having with our two aunts.

Looking at my brother and sister acting like high school kids, I couldn't help but smile.

I also couldn't help but think about what Pat had said earlier. He couldn't have been right about Natalie feeling that way bout me, could he? I hoped not. She was an incredible woman. But I couldn't say I felt the same way about her. And, unlike Pat, I rather disliked the idea of making Todd jealous. As far as I was concerned, the two of them were as good together as any of us could be, given the awkward constraints our kind faced. The kind Mom and I had rather pointedly not discussed earlier.

Looking past them, I saw my two aunts, and my heart accelerated a little. Though I preferred brunettes to blondes, these two were simply delectable. Especially Iva.

At present, they looked a little less alike than they sometimes did. Mostly because Cindy's hair, as ever, was a dirty blonde, while Iva's, at the moment, was bright platinum. She generally wore it as either deep gold or a dirty blonde not unlike her sister's.

Had they bothered with mortal disguises, they would have been old women. Cindy was about the same age as Mom. Iva was a good deal younger, but she still should have been well into her fifties. But all I saw was two supernatural beauties of indeterminate age.

Even with Iva's hair lighter than usual, the two still did look a fair amount alike, at least from the neck up. And they were about the same height, which was little taller than any of the Orwin women. They both had exceptionally fair skin. Iva's lips were a little bit fuller, Cindy's features a bit sharper. Cindy's eyes were cornflower blue, Iva's deep brown. But all in all, we were talking relatively minor differences.

The story was a little different from the neck down, as they had fairly different physiques. Cindy was more athletic, and had a larger, rounder ass. Iva was a bit softer and didn't have as shapely a lower body as her older sister. But she had a glorious, hefty pair of tits. I could never decide whether I liked them better than Mom's great watermelons or not. They were about as big as you could get before men who weren't as obsessed with huge breasts as I was would start to say you'd gotten into the realm of too big.

Which, I suppose, was a long-winded way of saying they were perfect. But part of me didn't feel comfortable thinking of them that way. It felt like betraying my mother.

They weren't yet dressed in skimpy lingerie, which violated the house dress code, but they'd certainly have turned a lot of heads if that was what they'd worn for their trip. Cindy wore jeans so tight I honestly couldn't tell how she got them on. Her ass looked stunning in them. It wasn't as big as Mom's or even Mel's, but it was still big, especially considering how fit she was, how tight and toned her entire body was. A tight white tank-top clung to her breasts like a second skin. They might not have been particularly big, no larger than Holly's, but they were round and firm. The blue cardigan she wore on top added some sense of propriety, but less than it would have had she actually buttoned it closed.

Iva wore a loose-fitting yellow dress with a scandalously low-cut top. She didn't have her sister's lower body, but seeing that much bare leg still sent a little shiver down my spine. Like her sister, Iva too had a cardigan that she wore open. Hers was white, and only reached halfway down her torso, whereas Cindy's was full-length.

"Frank!" Cindy exclaimed, holding her hands out for a hug. Todd and Natalie moved out of the way, their interlocked fingers separating for a few brief moments.

"Hi, Aunt Cindy. Merry Christmas," I said, gathering her up in a full hug. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped back, making room for Iva and I to do the same.

I fidgeted with my hands. I'd come close to groping each of them. But apparently we were still pretending to be normal. Or they were, at least. Obviously the rest of the family had dispensed with that pretty decisively after we'd opened our presents. And Todd and Natalie weren't being half as subtle as they thought just now either. But even so, I thought I should wait until my aunts dropped the act as well.

"Will you help us carry our bags up to our room?" Cindy asked me. "All these strapping young men around, I didn't think I'd have to ask. Seems everyone's forgotten their manners."

Todd blushed and mumbled an apology.

"Sure thing," I said, heading back to the living room where they'd left their bags by the front door. "How was your trip? Must have been some serious traffic driving back from the airport. We expected you more than an hour ago."

"Uh, yeah, traffic was terrible. Just terrible," Iva said, hiding a snicker. "Your father nearly lost it. Several times."

Cindy blushed and smacked her sister on the arm. "The trip was fine, dear."

Good for Dad.

"You look great," Cindy said. "Have you always been this tall?"

"Not always, no," I said, realizing just how tall I was at the moment.

As strong as I'd become, adjusting my appearance had become so easy that I did it without even thinking about it. Mom preferred me not just a little taller, but a lot, and with a broader jaw and the beginnings of a beard. So whenever I was with her, that's the Frank she got. Iva didn't like her men as aggro, so I'd already pulled my waist in further and shorn some pounds of bulky muscle. But I guess I was still as tall as I'd been with Mom. It took so little effort these days to maintain even several extra inches of height, that I hadn't even noticed that slightly more energy was bleeding out of my Libido than would have been the case if all I'd done was slim down for Iva.

When we got to the end of the hall, I opened the door to the large double bedroom, put their bags down, and stepped aside. "Here you are, ladies."

Cindy immediately went over to one of the twin beds. She plopped down on it, pushed into the mattress with her hands. "Comfortable. Not very squeaky. That's good."

With a deft maneuver of her foot, Iva closed the door behind her. She trailed her fingers over the back of my hand as she walked past me. "Care to help us settle in?"

I cleared my throat. The last conversation I'd had with Aunt Iva left me a bit confused as to whether I ought to have my guard up around her or not. She certainly hadn't ruled out the idea of making a bid for the throne, that was for sure. Would this be a casual romp, or a potentially decisive clash between two of the major contenders for the throne?

Only a fool would rule out that possibility.

Granted, between Devouring two of our kind and spending years with Deirdre, during which time I'd learned all kinds of interesting tricks, I was not the same young man my aunt had first met. That man, who'd naively asked what a vassal was, and who'd never heard of Silas, was as good as dead. As she'd recently reminded me.

But Iva, having Devoured Silas' daughter, wasn't exactly weak herself. And I hadn't forgotten that when we'd first met, I'd had a hard time preventing her from drinking as much as she wanted from me, even though she'd barely even been trying. She'd been taking stock of my potential more than anything. This time, we might well be playing for keeps.

Plus, she'd have her sister to help her.

Aunt Cindy was not as powerful as her younger sister, to be sure, but she was not to be ignored either. Another factor to consider was that, as threesomes went, it was hard to top being with two women who were not just beautiful, but every bit as turned on by one another as they were by me. The Farrier sisters had a real chemistry, even if it was perhaps a bit stronger in Iva's mind than Cindy's.

All things considered, the prospect wasn't without a considerable upside, but it just didn't look to be a good decision. "I'm sure you can handle unpacking," I said.

Fuck. Was I really turning this down?

"Feels like you hardly brought anything with you," I continued. "There's towels in the bathrooms. Let me know if you need anything else."

Aunt Iva smiled, kicked off her heels, and padded over to the bed. She settled down next to her sister and started to rub the older woman's back. "We're still feeling pretty tense. Flying is such a hassle, these days. I swear those seats get smaller and smaller every year. You'd think that when they got to the point that little things like us feel cramped, they'd start losing business. My back is just so stiff." She looked down at her sister. "Isn't yours?" Cindy nodded. Iva looked back at me. "Are you sure you won't help us relax?"

In the blink of an eye, their clothes changed. Cindy wore blue thigh-high stockings attached to a white lacy garter, a blue bra with white trim, and a blue choker. White ribbons were tied in her hair. Iva's stockings were now black, and her dress had turned into a gossamer black baby-doll that didn't even reach her belly button. Not that it's length mattered much. What it did cover, it didn't conceal.

Bad, bad idea, Frank.

But, then, did it have to be? The odds that I'd come out on top had to be at least even. And if I did, I'd have the succession all but locked up already. With Iva out of the running, who else was worth worrying about? Mom wouldn't stand against me, and Mel, Sean and Patrick were all still too young, however formidable they were likely to one day become.

For that matter, there was some chance that this wasn't going to be an epic battle, but just a great deal of fun. I didn't actually know that Iva wanted the throne. Nor that she'd regained enough of her memories to even realize that the throne was currently vacant.

I really did want to get reacquainted with Iva too. We'd almost done so back in the Homelands. There had been a time when it had looked like the two of us were really hitting it off. Maybe she'd more or less forgiven me for remaining loyal to Brianna now.

The two women kissed passionately, hands running over each other's face and hips.

Whatever thought had just been in my head went right out the window.

All I could think was that the two of them made the perfect pair, complementing each other's best and worst features beautifully.

Cindy straddled her sister's hips, giving me a great view of her ass. Iva rested one hand each on the tops of her sister's ass cheeks and, with light twitches of her fingers, made the meaty globes dance for me. Or maybe it was just a coincidence that by doing so she completely took my breath away and cemented my feet to the wooden floor.