O Mother Dear (Part XX - Town Trip)

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Part 20 of the 22 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 01/13/2015
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O Mother Dear (Part XX - Town Trip)

At solstice I, along with Kent,
Drove with Jewel into town.
She had a doctor's appointment
To get an ultrasound.
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
Our daughters are nubile,
Not just active and attractive
But proud to be fertile!

The test results said twins were due
Next Independence Day.
But, once again, none of us knew
Whose sperm had won the fray!
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
You know that I don't care.
I've shown before that I am more
Than capable to share!

Jewel telephoned to give the news.
Cherry and Pearl were glad
To hear that Jewel was in their shoes
No matter who was "Dad."
O Sister, Dear! O Sister, Dear!
You'll find out in July,
So until then, love both the men,
We know you are not shy!

Jewel smiled at that, gave us a wink,
And said into the phone:
"We'll stay here overnight, I think,
You'll be okay alone?"
O Sister, Dear! O Sister, Dear!
We're devoted mothers!
The kids are here, be of good cheer,
Take care of our brothers!

We bundled up and stepped outside
Into the falling snow.
Jewel's pregnancy and the yuletide
Gave us an inner glow.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
Catch snowflakes on the tongue!
They're soft and wet, they land, and yet,
They melt while they're still young!

At the hotel I signed the book.
Kent took Jewel to the bar
And sat in a secluded nook
Lit by a candle jar.
O Brother, Dear! O Brother, Dear!
This booth is romantic
But settle down, order a round,
No need to be frantic!

I showed, as the cocktail waitress
Went to the bartender.
I sat and gave Jewel a caress
On her leg, so slender.
O Jewel, my dear! O Jewel, my dear!
Today's the shortest day
But longest night, so our delight
Will be extended play!

Jewel folded her hands in her lap.
The waitress came and went.
Then I felt my blue jeans unsnap,
I looked over at Kent.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
My hands are on your cocks.
Now just hold still, try not to spill,
Opportunity knocks!

Jewel's calm was a stark contrast
To her fingers and thumb,
Whose frenzied play built pressure fast,
Eliciting pre-cum.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
This is most promising.
When drops appear, the sign is clear,
Like crocus, in the spring!

Jewel dropped from view beneath the ledge
To confront our hard dicks.
And then she brought us to the edge
With rapid little licks.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
Hold on for just a bit,
We can resume back in our room
Where I'll get all of it!

Moments later, now fully nude,
We all were on our bed.
Still hard, despite the interlude,
We watched Jewel give us head.
O Sister, Dear! O Sister, Dear!
Your are in a good spot
To suck and switch 'til our cocks twitch
And shoot a double shot!

Jewel aimed as we expelled our spunk.
She caught some with her lips.
Most hit between her chin and trunk
With blobs stuck to her nips.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
I am a sticky mess
And what is more, I just adore
The taste of my success!

Jewel put her mouth on her own breast
And raised the other, too.
Then, back and forth, she slurped her chest
'Til there was no more goo.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
Hold me and rest a while.
It won't be long until you're strong
Enough to make me smile!

Jewel lay face down and hugged our chests.
Her legs draped on our thighs.
Her weight gently compressed her breasts.
We heard contented sighs.
O Sister, Dear! O Sister, Dear!
Relax and close your eyes.
And if you sleep, we will safekeep
You 'til we all arise.

I've heard it said "The best laid plans
Are often gone awry."
It wasn't long 'til roving hands
And fingers moved to pry.
O Brother, Dear! O Brother, Dear!
Be subtle but be swift!
You stay reclined. I'll move behind,
As you slide I will lift!

The logistics were carried out,
Jewel seemed oblivious.
She was asleep, there was no doubt,
She still lay between us.
O Brother, Dear! O Brother, Dear!
Since you are facing front,
We'll make her slick and you will stick
Your cock into her cunt.

I gently pulled Jewel's cheeks apart
And kissed her puckered bung,
I used a fingertip to start
And then stuck in my tongue.
O Brother, Dear! O Brother, Dear!
When you achieve your goal
I will be set for my target
And slide in her asshole.

Jewel's lower half began to grind,
Though she was still asleep.
She pushed her cunt and her behind
drove my probes yet more deep.
O Brother, Dear! O Brother, Dear!
Get ready, set, and go!
Jewel's pussy juice coated my goose
And I eased in real slow.

We now were lodged; Kent and I pumped
In synch like a seesaw.
Responsively, Jewel's body jumped
Like a natural law.
O Brothers, Dear! O Brothers, Dear!
How nice that you're awake!
Now I want some more of your cum.
Your seeds are mine to take!

As we basked in the afterglow
We were revitalized.
We must have dreamt of mistletoe,
Our lust was undisguised!
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
Between me, Jewel and Kent,
I could not count times, or amount,
By morning we had spent!

On Christmas Eve, Pearl and Cherry
Began their labor pains.
Overall, we were quite merry
As we assessed our gains.
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
Two healthy babies born
As we, ourselves, like Santa's elves,
Unwrapped them Christmas morn!

Cherry and Kent named their son Chris,
Though it was a cliche,
But Pearl was sensitive to this
And named our girl Lindsay.
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
Five newborn in our nest!
And two more by the next July:
A bountiful harvest!

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