Homelands Pt. 09 Ch. 02

"You have the most beautiful feet I've ever seen," Oberon said after guiding her past the finish line. He sat on his heels, staring into her eyes while continuing to gently massage the foot he still held in his hands. "Absolutely gorgeous."

And they were. But he had no right to say that. And even less to make it sound like he was talking about something guys typically described in such language, like eyes.

"I can hear you," Aeife said, between grunts. Not that anyone paid her any mind.

"Thank you," Caronwyn said. Blushing, she said, "No one's ever told me that."

Cahill huffed. He might not have used those exact words, incredibly cheesy as they were, but he'd complimented her feet thousands of times. And meant it.

His mother started to unbutton her jeans. Oberon stopped her, placing a hand over hers. That made her smile, even though her Libido was pulsing so hard it made the room vibrate like a tuning fork. If Cahill had tried standing on the rails, waving his arms at her onrushing train, she'd have plowed right through him. Forced his head between her legs. Or thrown him on his back and climbed atop him. When she got this worked up, she was unstoppable.

Oberon pulled strips of fabric away from her legs like he was peeling a banana. It took him forever to finish, and when he did, it just looked like she was wearing a strange skirt. Not once did Caronwyn ask him to hurry up or try to take matters into her own hands again. She cupped her large breasts, languidly teased those beautiful pink nipples, and did her best to keep breathing. Which, it seemed, was no easy task.

Leaving the remnants of her jeans in place, Oberon set to work on her legs. In the time it took him to kiss his way up and down them enough to ask her to roll over so he could do the same for the other side, a sapling could have grown into an ancient stalwart.

"Mmm," Caronwyn moaned as he nibbled at her inner thighs and kneaded her ass like dough in his hands. "You've got such strong hands."

Cahill wished those hands would give that beautiful butt a nice smack.

He drew a deep breath as he realized he'd gone from picturing himself at Oberon's side, mirroring his motions, to simply wishing his uncle would do certain things. It didn't feel right, living vicariously through Oberon when he should have ached fiercely to make love to his mother himself. But he was pretty sure he'd have made a mess in his pants if his uncle had just given her backside one good slap.

When Oberon pulled her panties aside and began giving her a rimjob, Cahill decided that was almost as good. Unable to take it anymore, he pulled his dick out and began stroking.

His mother shuddered her way through a modest orgasm or two before rolling over again once more. The climax that came at the end of Oberon's marathon cunnilingus session, however, was epic. Her whole body spasmed, making it look like she was doing crunches, and she cursed up a storm. Inside, her Libido looked like a glass of water struck by a bullet. It was a wonder she had any energy left afterwards.

"Okay, time to switch," Aeife said, climbing shakily to her feet. She was covered from head to navel in cum, locks of her black hair plastered to her head and one eye forced shut by a rope dangling from her brow. "I need a new toy to play with."

"Now?" Caronwyn whined in protest. One foot slid up to caress Oberon's huge cock while she stared impetuously at her mother the way Maeve dd when they refused to let her stay up past her bedtime. "Maybe just a little longer?"

"You can have him back later," Aeife said. The buckets of jizz disappeared. Her hair fixed itself. "Not my fault you didn't take him inside you once in all that time."

Only then did Cahill realize that two hours had gone by already.

That probably shouldn't have surprised him, since it had felt like his uncle had taken a week just to work his way up to removing her shirt. But the realization that his mother had happily endured two hours of foreplay, without once begging for his cock, despite having her needle pinned to ten the whole time, hit him like a ton of bricks.

Oberon didn't give her a chance to protest any further. Without any reluctance, or any sort of farewell, he rose to his feet and approached the bed. Twin cones of light preceded him, emitted by eyes that had remained dull up until that point.

Aeife gave her prince a kiss, pumped his massive member a few times, then turned to Cahill. "You," she said simply, summoning him forth with a curl of her finger.

"Really?" he asked.

"She said you couldn't touch her," his grandmother said. "Said nothing about me."

That last part was true enough, but his mother's exact words had been "without participating." When Aeife pointed out that she hadn't lost any bets, though, that settled it for him. His mother didn't bother objecting either.

Of course, that might have been because she was busy mounting Gallech, with Reilly waiting to claim her ass once she took her son in her snatch. But whatever. The two of them were about as threatening as a puppy now.

Speaking of which, how was he supposed to perform alongside Oberon? Would Aeife even notice he was there? Would he feel like the fat kid stuck in the outfield, last in the batting rotation, whose team won without a bit of help from him? How could he not?

To his surprise, that didn't happen. His grandmother's appetite was more than even Oberon could satisfy, difficult as that was for him to believe. Either that, or she went out of her way to make sure he felt appreciated. Put some real effort into not being too overwhelmed by the vastly superior lover.

As slowly as everything had unfolded up to that point, the next hour whipped past like a whirlwind. He wasn't sure how he kept up with the two of them, but he did. Or survived, at least. And that was saying something. Oberon slammed into Aeife with the speed of a hummingbird's wings and the force of a sledgehammer. Fifty thrusts per second, each releasing a thunderclap. It was impossible to say whether he gave Aeife a million orgasms or simply kept her in a state of climax for so long she should have died.

Yet when Aeife took him in her mouth and Cahill worked her two holes by himself, using a second cock, she didn't laugh at his feeble efforts like she should have. Nor did she remain indifferent, as unimpressed as she was unamused, which seemed like the only other possibility. It took him a while, but he eventually brought her to a fairly intense climax. And she took Oberon out of her mouth long enough to beg for more afterwards.

"Just like that, baby," she'd told him. "Give me everything you've got. Don't be shy."

If there was a word for the effort he'd made up til then, it wasn't shy. But he'd made her cum, after she'd experienced Oberon's perpetual orgasm machine, and that was a victory.

And he gave her another orgasm shortly thereafter. A rather intense one, at that. Her inner muscles had nearly snapped his two cocks in half. The muscles in her back had seized up, spasmed a half dozen times, then turned to jelly. Ejaculate had sprayed out of her, wetting his thighs. And the release of energy from her Libido had been even greater.

After that, Oberon stole the show again. But that was okay. He'd made a respectable showing. He could slink away with dignity when they were done.

"Okay, my turn again," Caronwyn said after a while. She tapped Cahill, who was working his grandmother's ass as hard and fast as he could while Oberon pulverized her pussy from below, on the shoulder. "Time to go back to your chair."

He looked over at Gallech and Reilly, hoping to see them ready for another go if Aeife ignored her daughter's requests. Sadly, they were not. They were staring in fascination at Aeife, their desire to return to her unmistakeable.

After riding her prince to yet another orgasm, Aeife reluctantly dismounted. She wiped a lock of sweat-dampened hair away from her beautiful face then said, "Okay. Probably time to stop having fun and get to work anyway."

Cahill knew what she meant, and could only assume his mother and Oberon did too. But neither his brother nor his cousin had been told that their dreams were going to be shielded. They were too afraid that some part of them might resist. That maybe they wouldn't like the idea of severing all ties with Titania like that.

They'd know she did something, of course. But they wouldn't know what. Not til later.

While she guided the two silent studs to bed, Caronwyn got down on all fours for Oberon. After experiencing what his uncle was capable of close up, Cahill no longer felt the same grim curiosity he had before. He divided his attention evenly between the two women. Every orgasm his mother had felt like a slap, but not a harsh one. He was starting to go numb. And the fact that several whole minutes elapsed between each of her many, many climaxes brought some small relief. After the way Oberon had kept Aeife in a constant state of cumming, that felt almost as good as his complete failure to please her might have.

After Aeife finished with Gallech and Reilly, having really finished them, she came and sat in his lap. "Your turn, handsome."

He gave her a kiss. "It going to leave me as comatose as them?"

"Nah," she said. "That was just for kicks. And to make sure they didn't freak out."

Another kiss. "You're kind of amazing, you know that?"

"True," she said, caressing his chest. "Any particular reason for saying so though?"

"I'm just in awe of you," he said. "How you can still want more after him."

His grandmother laughed. "He's okay. Has some idea what he's doing."

"I'll say."

She kissed him this time. "Are we going to talk about him, or are we going to fuck?"

"You're so romantic."

"I need your big dick in my hot cunt. Now."

Cahill laughed. "I love you, Grandma."

"So show me," she said, raising her hips to guide his cock inside.

She was tight. Warm. And his whole body started to tingle once he was inside her. He'd forgotten that. Hadn't noticed earlier, being so distracted and intimidated by his uncle.

"That's good," Aeife said, sliding her hips back and forth a bit to feel him every which way. "You've got such a wonderful piece of meat, you know that?"

The way she said it, sounding a moment away from surrendering to an orgasm, stunned him in the best possible way. She'd told him that before, and it had always sounded sincere, but this was the first time she'd said anything like that after he saw what Oberon was carrying between his legs. It was nice to know that she didn't need that much to be impressed.

Cahill grabbed one of her massive breasts. He felt like he should have thought they were too big, out of deference to his mother, but he didn't. She had a different build than her daughter. A thicker waist. Softer, rounder face. She could carry more weight in her chest without it seeming excessive, though it would have been nice if she had an ass to match. His mother's were exactly the right size for his mother, but Aeife's were for her too.

"Mmmm, suck 'em," she said, leaning back to give him better access.

He did just that. And sensitized her nipple. On a whim, he covered her body in fairy fire. Blue flame stimulated her feet and ankles, the backs of her knees, her anus and vagina, her hips and breasts, down her arms to the tips of her fingers, and her neck and ears.

A wordless cry escaped her lips. She started to writhe gently, undulating like a snake, then started spasming more erratically before slumping against his chest, entirely limp. Her orgasm lasted for what felt like hours. She offered him energy she hadn't had to give just a little while ago, having surrendered more than most fey could hold to Oberon. As it poured into him, straining the limits of his own Libido, he silently thanked Gallech and Reilly.

"Glad to see you learned something," she said, sometime later, face still resting against his collarbone. "That was intense."

He stroked her damp hair. "Got enough left to give me that glamour?"

She nibbled at his earlobe. Just a little attention from her soft lips and he exploded, pumping cum into her womb. Lots and lots of it. She milked him with her inner walls while also stimulating his Libido directly, keeping him in a state of climax for a good long while.

"Almost," she said.

Climbing out of his lap, she got to her knees, gave him a few pumps, then took him in her mouth. This time, she guided him to climax slowly. Allowed him to enjoy her incredible talent for some time before claiming her reward.

Cahill was blessed with a number of women in his life who gave amazing head. Fiona, was a blowjob queen. Caronwyn a goddess. For her part, Aeife fell somewhere in between. Which was to say, he cried tears of joy before he filled her mouth with a load of spunk.

"Okay. Here we go," Aeife said, rising back to her feet. She planted her hands on his head and stared into his eyes. Just before starting, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

The mental invasion was awkward. Not unpleasant, but unsettling.

And, despite her earlier assurances, it soon knocked him out.

#

"You know, I was hoping you'd finish me off afterwards," his mother said to him in his dreams. She was swimming beside him in a green sea, nuzzling his neck. "Forcing you to watch was just meant to be a tease. Not torture."

No, wait. He wasn't dreaming. That wasn't water, but the covers on their bed.

He turned his head to the side and kissed that beautiful red hair he loved so much. Caronwyn purred as she rubbed against him. That got him hard straight away. She had the most amazing body. The feel of her slim leg sliding over his, her cold foot warming itself on his calf, was matched only by her big, soft breasts against his chest.

"How was he?"

"Mmmm," came the reply.

"Yeah. I got that impression."

"Don't be like that," she said between kisses his cheek badly needed. "Seemed to me like you had plenty of fun yourself, when you were supposed to be watching me."

He reached down and gave her soft ass a playful tap. "Maybe."

"He's incredible," his mother went on. The hand that had been pressed to the side of his face slid down his chest, over his abs, and found his cock. "But it was like using a really good sex toy. Physically, it was...amaaaazing. Really got the job done. But I felt as much warmth and affection as I would from a hunk of plastic and a few batteries."

The tension he hadn't realized was in his muscles drained away. That was exactly what he needed to hear. If she'd said it was okay, he wouldn't have believed her. If her fey nature would even have allowed her to. That his uncle had failed to make any sort of emotional connection, however, was entirely believable. He'd noticed himself that Oberon's eyes lit up when he approached Aeife, though they hadn't so much as glimmered for his mother. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember seeing his uncle cum in or on her. Granted, he hadn't seem much more than the foreplay, where he'd rightly put her needs above his own, but it would surprise Cahill if Oberon had paid tribute to Caronwyn the way he had Aeife.

Cahill kissed her strawberry scented locks again.

Just as he threw the covers down, she laughed and rolled onto her other side, turning her back to him. As with most nights, particularly those where she'd gotten some action, she was naked. A more tempting sight, he'd never seen.

"Playing hard to get, are we?" he asked, sliding his dick up and down her crack.

She pulled the covers back up. "No," she said, short and clipped. There was no anger there. But this was not his mother at her most seductive. "You didn't suffer enough. So now I'm making up for it."

Beneath the covers, Cahill kept teasing her with his cock. But he got no reaction.

Tucking his cock down, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed against her back, spooning her. A few soft kisses graced her cheek. "I'm sorry."

"No need to be," she said, without a hint of anger or malice.

"So you forgive me?"

"I did as soon as I won that game," his mother explained, as if that was perfectly obvious. She gave the hand on her midsection a gentle pat. "This is just fun."

"You're terrible."

His mother gave her ass a good wiggle, sending a bolt of ecstasy running up from his sac to his brain stem. He wanted her so badly he could scream.

"Just a quickie?"

She laughed. "Not tonight."

He kissed her a few more times. She not only didn't resist, but offered him her mouth. Those soft, full lips were narcotic. He felt euphoria spread through his body, descending from his head to his neck to his torso. Inside, his Libido struggled to contain the energy sloshing around wildly within it. He needed to feed her, or feed off her.

But just as he was about to get off, she stopped.

Cahill huffed loudly. "Really?" he asked in disbelief.

His mother apparently thought this the funniest thing ever. "Really."

"I can't believe you woke me up for this."

"Can't believe you poured a gallon of cum into my mother when you should have been watching me get sandwiched between two Oberons," she replied. A slight hint of anger seeped through now. Not the white-hot sort, but enough to tell him this wasn't all fun and games. "How different would things have gone if you'd won the game?"

She didn't mean that. Couldn't. How could he ever neglect his beautiful mother in favor of some inferior woman? Her mother had gotten all his attention for one reason and one reason only. She'd been willing to receive it.

His hand slid up from her stomach to her chest, grabbed a heavy breast, and gave it a good squeeze. Meanwhile, Cahill assaulted his mother's Libido. Then, for good measure, he conjured a tongue of fairy fire to dance between her legs.

She climaxed immediately.

It was brief, however. Her body didn't seize up or spasm. She didn't curse and scream or sigh and whimper. A single hiss passed through her lips, as a trickle of energy bled into his Libido almost unnoticed.

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, breathing slightly elevated. "That'll help me get back to sleep." She pulled the covers up higher, covering her face.

"Maybe I'll go see if your mother's still awake."

"Good luck with that," she replied. "Door might not even be locked when you return."

He laughed in spite of himself.

"Okay, not my best idea."

"Pretty far from the top, yeah," she said. There was a bit of amusement there, but he knew the ice beneath was thin.

With a sigh, Cahill said, "This round goes to Caronwyn."

"You bet your ass it did. Now go to sleep."

He couldn't, though. All he could do was lie awake, waiting for his blood cool. By the time he drifted off, it was nearly dawn.

#

He was again awakened by a pretty redhead, but this time it wasn't his mother.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Maeve yelled as she bounced up and down on the bed beside him, where her mother should have been. "Wake UP!"

When he merely groaned and closed his eyes again, she threw herself atop of him like a football player joining a pile on. At four-foot-four and fifty-five pounds, his daughter didn't knock the wind out of him the way a linebacker would have, but it was still somewhat less than pleasant. And she had good aim.

"Okay, okay," he said through gritted teeth. "What time is it?"

"After eleven!" she said. "Mommy kept saying I had to let you sleep."

"That was nice of her."

"What did you guys do?" she asked. "She kept saying 'he needs it after last night' but wouldn't tell me what that meant." Sitting up straight, she said, "Did you have a dance party? I always sleep late after dance parties. I love dance parties."

"Something like that," he said.

"I've been nice to Regan aaaalllll day," she said, pulling the covers away from him. "Uaid too, though he doesn't deserve it." She pressed her hands together and rested her face on the makeshift ledge. "You know why?"