Man of the House Ch. 10

Erin agreed and the three selected a movie on demand from Netflix and watched the teen sex comedy, laughing and mocking the characters' stupidity all the while. They lay on the king-sized bed and watched the movie on the large flatscreen that was mounted on the wall over the dresser across from the foot of the bed. Their hands would roam nonchalantly as Cory, still in jeans and a thermal shirt, lay between the two naked goddesses. Occasionally a hand would snake up under his shirt or into his pants, which his sister had unsnapped on her first attempt to fish.

The end credits rolled while Erin said, "I'm ready to go again; well, I'm STILL ready to go, I should say."

"Aw, man," Cory complained. "I was hoping we could watch another movie."

Michelle laughed at Erin's response, a laughing, "You're a dick," followed by a swat at his chest. Cory laughed and flinched at her assault.

His mother stepped over to the dresser and pulled her blanket out. "Get up so we can pull down these sheets."

Her children got off the bed and pulled the sheets down to the foot of the pine-carved rail bed, allowing their mother to lay out her sex blanket so they could all sleep without a cold wet spot. She crawled up and knelt on the bed. "Erin, why don't you undress your brother while I watch." Her hand snaked between her legs, her other hand traveling between alternate nipples.

"Gladly." She smiled as she settled onto her knees and removed his shoes and socks, tossing them to the side. She rose up on her feet and kissed him deeply as her hands pulled at the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull the shirt off his arms and to examine and caress his chest and stomach. "I love your body, Cor," she breathed.

His mother echoed her sentiment with a breathy, "So do I."

"I love both your bodies," he smiled, looking between them. "The look, the feel, the taste. All of it."

Erin again dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down over his hips and pulling on the hem of each leg as he stepped free. She looked past him to her mother. "What do you think, mom? On or off?"

"Oh, I think he's had them on long enough, don't you, sweetheart?"

"I agree." She pulled his boxer briefs off over his feet and was almost hit in the face with his erection. As soon as she saw it, she grabbed it and stroked it a couple of times, drawing a long moan from her brother's chest.

Her mother interrupted her effort. "Don't be selfish. We have to share."

Erin looked disappointed, but knew she was right. "Get on the bed and lie down." She stood up as she said it and followed him onto the clean, soft white sheet. "Heads or tails, mom?"

"Hmmm." She looked like she was thinking. "Heads."

"Yay!" Erin clapped, bouncing on her knees.

Michelle straddled Cory's head with a smile, which was returned by her son. Without another word from either of them he began to gently make love to her with his mouth. With his hands he massaged the different areas he could reach, which was most of her from neck to nethers. As soon as his mother had settled onto him, he felt his sister's hair on his thigh just before her hand and mouth latched onto his cock.

Needless to say, Cory was in heaven. But so was Michelle. And Erin. The young man groaned and twitched at his sister's ministrations. He felt her twist her hand as she pumped him and he felt her mouth bob while her tongue swirled. It was almost as if his nerves were confused. She didn't hold a steady rhythm, but instead sped up and slowed down, took him deep and kept him shallow, took her mouth completely off of him, licked his shaft sideways, sucked his balls into her mouth, fondled them with her hand...all without rhyme or reason. Her wandering love heightened his arousal, especially given the dual mewling from the throats of the goddesses above him.

His own efforts to bring his mother to orgasm were driven by her rotating hips and verbal commands. As she grasped the headboard, she looked down at him and used his lips, tongue and nose to massage her labia and clitoris. "Oh, yeah," she whined, "I love your mouth. That tongue is magic." Cory moaned into her, both at her words and at his sister's touch. He tried to tell her how good she tasted, but it was just a garbled noise, muted by his mother's cunt.

"That's it," said Erin, removing herself from Cory's groin. "I need to feel this from the inside." She smoothly straddled him and rested her hands on Michelle's shoulders before lowering herself onto him, taking him all the way in. "God, that's good," she moaned. Erin raised and lowered herself, circling her hips on occasion, and grinding her clit on his groin. He brought his hands down and cupped her ass, pulling her forward and allowing her to force herself back down his shaft. His head was grazing right over her g-spot, causing her release to approach quickly. Erin squeezed her mother's shoulders right at the base of her neck, releasing and squeezing, releasing and squeezing.

Cory could feel the underside of his head being tickled by her insides and it became too much. He groaned into his mother, whose own release poured out of her, running over his tongue, down his cheeks and throat. Erin watched her convulse silently on her son's mouth and knew that feeling well. She also felt two familiar sensations of her own: her own orgasm quickly building, and her brother's swelling and twitching which signaled his own climax. She picked up the pace, forcing herself down onto him, making the bed bounce, and pulling almost all the way back off of him.

"Hunh," she grunted. "I'm cumming, Cor! Are you going to cum in me?"

He mumbled again, still smothered by Michelle's snatch as she worked to bring herself off again. She looked over her shoulder to see her daughter bouncing wildly, her hair and breasts bouncing as she rode her big brother. She locked eyes with her mother and the two connected as Erin twitched and squealed, working hard to keep her eyes open, but failing after a short time. Cory pulled her hard down onto him, his hands digging into her hips and ass as he twitched and thrust, firing up into her. At the sight and sounds, their mother again released her pleasure onto her son's mouth.

Michelle rolled to the side, leaning back against the pillows at the headboard, stroking her son's hair as she caught her breath. Erin fell forward onto her brother and kissed him, tasting her mother on his lips. She made an "Mmm" sound as they kissed, receiving a similar response from Cory. After a moment, she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at her mother. Michelle smiled down at her, love and peace and post-coital bliss mingling in her heart.

"I need to clean up," Erin whined, "but I don't feel like getting up."

"Then don't," replied her mother softly. "Just relax." She leaned forward enough to stroke Erin's cheek. Erin's eyes closed in response, relaxing into her brother's body.

"I'll go close the fireplace downstairs," Michelle said, moving to climb off the bed.

"Don't," Cory said quietly, caressing Erin's back while he reached for his mother's hand. "I already took care of it when I went to get the wine. Stay here with us. With me."

She simply nodded as she smiled. Turning off the lamp on the nightstand, she settled down onto the bed, tucking her feet under the covers. Cory rolled Erin to the side. She didn't say a word, probably well on her way to sleep by now. It was late and she had worn herself out. He sat up and pulled the covers over all three of them. The only light in the room came from the crackling fire and the only sounds were the popping flames, the freezing rain on the roof and the satisfied breathing of the three lovers.

Erin lay with her back to her brother and he rolled on his side to face his mom. She lay on her side facing him and he reached up to caress her soft, warm cheek. "I love you, mom," whispered Cory.

"I love you, too, baby." She sighed and brought a hand up to wipe at her eye. "Thank you for this weekend. You continue to amaze me, Cor. I can't believe how well you take care of us."

"It's nothing, mom. Really. I wanted to do this. I thought it would be a good start, maybe a new tradition. Who knows? Maybe we'll have a cabin of our own one day that we can go to whenever we want."

She smiled at his dream. "I would like that." She closed her eyes and took one last deep breath. She had fallen asleep with a gentle smile on her face. He lay and looked at her, noting the details of her aging face. Her forehead had fine lines running across it, years of agony and frustration etched into her brow. It was offset, however, by her crow's feet, small lines spreading from the outside corners of her eyes, showing the countless smiles she had worn and laughter that flowed so freely from her heart in times of joy. Her make-up having worn off through the day, he could vaguely see her small light freckles, lightly dusting her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, the firelight doing nothing to hide them. He loved her deeply and not just as his mother, but as a man loves a woman, a lover. A soul mate.

A moment later, she rolled over, still asleep, and curled away from him. For a long time he lay awake and watched the light of the fire cause dancing shadows on the rafters. He thought back to how this all began, replaying his highlight reel, the best and most memorable events of their time together: that first shower and massage, his mother's confession, his first kiss and lovemaking with Erin, his first date with Vanessa, their day at the park, his drive-in date with his mother, his sister's birthday. He began to swell as he thought back, and idly stroked himself, but not in an effort to cum; it was mindless and relaxing. He faded out to thoughts of love.

He could hear the wind outside and noticed that his exposed arm was a little cool, but he was warm under the covers. He had to piss big time, probably the wine, and noticed the room was dark. He sat up quietly and made his way to the foot of the bed so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping Venuses on either side. The fireplace had merely a handful of glowing embers under the grate, so he placed two more pieces of wood and a starter kindling on the grate before lighting the kindling with a fireplace match he had lit by touching it to an ember. He made his way to the bathroom, never turning on a light. As he drained into the toilet he smiled at the fact that he could still smell his mother on his face and taste her in his mouth. He wanted more.

The fire had caught quickly and the room was again bathed in an orange glow. His mother had turned toward the center of the bed, now curled on her other side. She had one leg out from under the covers, holding the bedspread between her knees. Her entire left side was exposed, from her foot all the way up. God, she was beautiful. His erection was full now. He wanted to let her sleep, but they had five more days together. She had plenty of time to sleep.

He knelt down beside the bed and kissed her exposed ass lightly, caressing her leg. She moaned lightly, stretching her leg out before curling it back up again. He began pulling the cover down and she shuffled again, releasing it. It was now free from the grip of her knees and she was more exposed. It was cool in the room and he hoped she wasn't cold. Again he kissed her soft globe and began licking it lightly, almost as if he was tentatively tongue-kissing a virgin.

She didn't move much, but would occasionally rustle as he lightly kissed and caressed up and down her body. Soon enough he rotated his head to kiss just above the cleft of her ass and worked his way down, kissing further and further. He could smell her and he was rock hard as a result. He had to resist the urge to touch himself. He couldn't tell if her scent was fresh or hours old or both, but he didn't care.

Cory lifted up her left cheek and pressed his face into the backs of her thighs, swiping at her concealed pussy with his tongue. He heard her gasp and moan and felt a hand on the back of his head.

"Cory? Baby? What are you doing?" she moaned, giggling sleepily.

"I had to taste you, mom. I had to." He began feasting again.

"Okay," she giggled, "No need to hide." Her left foot flat on the bed, she raised up her knee giving him full access. He moved in to really get to work and she lifted her foot to rest it on his shoulder. "Goddd," she whined quietly, "You're so good at that." Her hand came up to rest on his head, her other hand caressing her breast.

"You taste so good. I woke up with your scent on my face and I wanted some more."

"I'm glad you did. I didn't get to feel you inside me tonight," whispered Michelle, looking down at him and brushing his hair with her fingers. "I'd rather make love to you." She was so beautiful.

"I'd love that, too," he whispered back with a smile.

She reached her arms down and rolled more onto her back. He looked over to see that Erin was still asleep, but as he moved up, she rolled over to face them, still asleep. He hovered over his mother and bent down to kiss her, their tongues dancing in the firelight. He pressed forward, never stopping the kiss, and rolled his hips until he felt the head glide across to the moist folds that would guide him home. He gently pressed forward, drawing a gasp from his mother's lungs. He pulled his head back a little and looked into her eyes, filled with love, as he slowly filled her. Her eyes closed and they both moaned when he was completely buried.

"You feel so good, Mom. You have no idea," whispered Cory.

"That's because you're a perfect fit, honey."

"What are the odds?" he smiled.

"Cory?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me?"

He smiled and kissed her again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his hips and thighs, and her tongue explored the inside of her son's mouth. He began to withdraw slowly before returning just as slowly. He rolled his hips on the forward motion and on the withdrawal, trying to massage every possible surface inside her canal.

Their breathing began to increase, but they only lost eye contact when one or both would close their eyes in pleasure. Each time he closed his eyes Michelle felt a mix of pleasure that she could please him, and grief that he would look away. Soon enough, however, he would return his gaze. He always returned.

Cory worked hard not to increase his speed, but focused on the beautiful woman beneath him, the warm embrace of her arms, legs, and vagina. He was beginning to tingle and his movement suffered, not quite as smooth, but he was trying hard not to change a thing.

He felt his mother's right hand move from his shoulder to reach around her hip. She continued to look into his eyes with a gentle love while she lightly scratched at his ball sac and perineum. His breath caught in his chest.

"It's okay, baby," she whispered. "Don't worry about me. I want you to cum. Don't hold back."

"Oh, mom," he stuttered, trying not to.

"No, Cor, don't fight it," she smiled. She let go of his sac and again stroked his cheek. "I want to feel it."

There was nothing he could do. "I can't help it," he grunted, dropping to her chest as he throbbed inside her.

As soon as he collapsed onto her, she held him tighter with her arms and legs, rolled her hips to draw his seed, and whispered into his ear, her lips brushing against it, "That's it, baby. Fill me up. Give me all your love." She rejoiced in his grunting, pulsing orgasm as he continued to twitch and throb inside her most intimate place. She giggled and kissed his ear as he continued to twitch. "You have a lot for me tonight, don't you?" She sighed into his ear, "I love it."

The twitching stopped, but his heavy breathing continued, gradually slowing. When he pushed himself up, she felt the slickness of his skin where they had grown warm together, their chests joined, their hearts united. She smiled at him and could see a deep connection in his eyes. He smiled back and leaned down to kiss her gently, chastely on the lips.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, too."

"That was so beautiful," Erin whispered, surprising them both.

Michelle blushed. "I'm sorry we woke you, baby girl," she continued to whisper.

Erin propped up on one elbow. "You didn't wake me. And please don't apologize. I hate I almost missed getting to see that. What a beautiful moment. I hope I didn't ruin it," she suddenly sounded concerned.

"Not at all," assured her mother.

Cory didn't say a word, but leaned down to kiss her one more time before withdrawing, a flood of his seed running after him. It pooled on the sex blanket beneath Michelle. "I'll get something to clean that up," Cory whispered.

"Leave it," she said with a subdued smile. "I don't mind. Besides," she looked at Erin, "Now we'll have both slept in your love tonight." Erin smiled back and dropped her head back onto her pillow.

Cory settled into the middle again, this time with both women facing toward him. Erin was the first to scoot close, draping her thigh over his. His mother smiled and mirrored her move. He wrapped his arms around them both and they rested their heads on his shoulders.

No one said a word as they drifted off one by one, but before he fell asleep, he felt his sister's hand move from his stomach to his still-slick shaft, giving it a couple of strokes and a squeeze. She sighed and placed her hand back on his stomach.

Michelle woke first, as happy as she had ever been. She saw a trapezoid of sunlight on the vaulted ceiling, bright sunlight bursting through the small window on the end wall. Propping up onto one elbow she looked at her two children, still fast asleep before looking past them to the high ceiling of the great room, bright with the sun's rays warming the cabin through the wall of windows.

She smiled as she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed before using the restroom and rinsing out her mouth. She grabbed her off-white terrycloth robe, tying the belt as she crept toward the stairs. She was mesmerized as she looked out the back windows to the deck and the mountains beyond it, each coated in a thin, clear sheet of ice. Everything looked almost crystal, or in some cases silver, with the sun reflecting off every surface. Foolishly, some squirrels were trying their best to scamper across the deck and it prompted Michelle to get her camera as she laughed at their antics. Surprisingly, they were holding to the ice pretty well, but she had still never seen squirrels act so cautiously.

She brewed a pot of coffee and pulled her DSLR camera from her travel bag on the floor and spent the next few minutes capturing images of the distant frosty mountains, close-ups of the glazed deck and rails, and plenty of interior pictures of the cabin that may very well have started another new tradition. All the while the aroma of brewing coffee followed her, calling her to the kitchen for her first cup, but she didn't want to miss any opportunities for some of these pictures.

Soon enough she set down her camera and stood again at the back window, fresh coffee in hand, and marveled at such a sight. Mother nature had done it again. She never ceased to amaze. The first sound she heard was Erin's slippers shuffling across the hardwood stairs as she made her way down.

"Wow! Would you look at that!" she exclaimed.

Michelle turned around and suddenly saw her three-year-old daughter's face lit up on Christmas morning at the flood of gifts that awaited her around the tree, especially that kitchen set-up, pink and purple and white with dishes to match. Michelle's heart melted. "Good morning, baby girl. Quite a sight, isn't it?"

"Hey, mom," she said quietly, being sure not to wake her brother. "It's gorgeous!"

"Would you like some coffee, sweetie?"

"I'll get it."

"No, you stay. I've already been looking for a while. I'll be right back."