Seward Valentine Trifecta

"Actually," said Jalen, "it's all true. Except that he invited his boyfriend Jose, instead of me."

"Okay, then. We have our stories. IF we need them. I'll think about it some more and let you know." Then she buried him in her throat.

Chapter 6

The idea Aisha had come up with and taken the first steps toward implementing would create a significant change in a family dynamic that was already so far out of the norm that they couldn't even acknowledge it to anyone outside the family. Following through deserved clear and rational thought. Mother Seward had done a lot of that the rest of the afternoon and evening after her impromptu session with Jalen. Now, as the night was coming to a close, she chose to examine the issue under the circumstances under which it could be argued it had been born. After deflecting advances from both of her sons, she retired to her marital bedroom, alone as always. Well, alone except for the remaining half of a bottle of red she'd started with dinner; she had no morning classes the next day.

Then she recreated the situation that had led to her husband suggesting she take Jalen as a lover in the first place and her agreeing to it. A situation so intense with dark desire, that she'd agreed to commit incest in the face of all the risks to marriage and family that came with it. Now, some eight months later, all four family members were glad she did. The sex was terrific, and no one had become jealous or possessive, most importantly, her husband.

What James had found when he came home unexpectedly early that night in late May, when the boys were away on a camping trip, was his half-drunk wife playing with herself in bed while reading Literotica stories about family sluts and watching amateur incest videos on the Internet.

Now, she was in bed naked and partially drunk again and sopping wet as she read gangbang stories from Imstillfun and altego on her tablet. Then she cast the Literotica site to the large flat screen across from the foot of the bed. She opened Family Slut by danexxx across the lower half of the screen. Across the top half were three separate private windows with videos that corresponded to the action in each of the story's three parts. This was the story that James had ended up reading with her while watching the videos she'd selected to go along with it on that fateful day. It certainly wasn't the best written story on the site, but it had an over-the-top appeal, and had even come to provide a code word, Sharon, for when Aisha was feeling especially raunchy and free.

'Sharon' was the mother in Family Slut, and her adventures along the way to becoming an always available sex toy for her husband and two young adult sons were incredibly arousing, especially when Aisha was in a submissive mood. However, when it had come time to really initiate open sexuality within her family, she had insisted on retaining more control than the fictional wife and mother who walked around topless and fucked anyone who wanted in front of everyone else. In Aisha's perverted household, she decided if and when she'd make love to anyone other than her husband and they mostly did it in private. The goal was to satisfy her outsized libido and previously unconscious desires in such a way that still allowed her to retain her men's respect outside of the bedroom.

But now she was thinking it was time to cross certain lines. And doing it in a hotel in a whole other city seemed like the right time and place.

By the time Aisha got to Chapter 03 of Family Slut and read it while watching a video of a mother getting triple-teamed by her two sons and a daughter with a strap-on, the beautiful math professor was certain the time was right to take the next step with her own family. Her third powerful orgasm of the night seemed to prove the strength of her theory.

Chapter 7

Wednesday night, both Seward sons had dates, Jalen with Judy, and Aiden to say goodbye to Katrina before her family left on their ski vacation. So Aisha heated up leftover lasagna and put together a fresh salad for an early dinner before the boys went out. As Jalen helped her set the table while Aiden was still upstairs getting ready, she said in a low voice, "Do you still want me to be your Valentine this weekend?"

The plate he was setting down hit the table with a clatter in his shock. "Absolutely!" he said, fighting his voice down to be quiet like hers. "I'm yours all weekend."

"But wasn't there something about a basketball game you had tickets for?"

"Oh, yeah," he said with a huge smile, remembering the cover story he'd concocted.

"What's that shit-eating grin all about?" Aiden asked suspiciously as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey!" protested his mother. "Civilized language at the dinner table, please."

Jalen went ahead and answered his brother. "Well, I was just telling Mom about something very cool that's come up. You know Derrick Stanton from my school basketball team? Well, his uncle works for the Philadelphia 76ers, and they're in town this weekend and he got Derrick a couple of tickets. And Derrick invited me to go with him. We're actually going to go up on Friday and check out the clubs, watch the game on Saturday night, and then come back on Sunday."

"Damn!" replied his impressed little brother.

"It does sound like a lot of fun," their mother agreed. Then she added, in a sterner voice, "But you promise me right now that you won't be buying booze underage and getting into trouble up there."

"Don't worry. Neither one of us has a decent fake ID," Jalen laughed.

As they sat and began dishing up, Aisha said, "Well, I also have some good news to share. It turns out the FBI is letting your father go earlier than planned. He'll be back Friday instead of Sunday, so I'm going to pick him up from the airport and we're going to stay and spend the weekend in the city just like we'd planned."

It suddenly struck Jalen that his mother's story would be hard to back up later. While it was highly unlikely that Aiden would ever speak with Derrick Stanton and find out about Jalen's lie about the basketball game, as soon as their father really got home, his mother's cover story would fall apart. He wished he'd thought of that earlier when she'd first floated the idea, but it was too late to change her story now. He looked down into his lasagna to keep his eyes from giving away his sudden unease.

"Oh," said Aiden in response to his mother's announcement. His voice was flat.

Aisha turned to her youngest. "Oh, but that means you'll be all alone here. Is that okay?"

"What? Oh, sure, of course. Like you said, we expected you to be gone this weekend already, so that's no real change. And it's not like I need Jalen here to babysit me. I hope you and Dad have a great time."

After dinner, as Aiden and Aisha cleared up, she whispered to him, "Hey, baby, do you still want me to be your Valentine?"

"Huh? What?" He glanced over into the living room and saw it was empty, Jalen had gone upstairs. "But what about Dad?" he asked, still speaking quietly.

His mother gave him a sheepish grin. "I'm afraid I told a little fib for your brother's benefit. When he said he was going away for the weekend, I suddenly made up my mind to accept your Valentine invitation."

"But why say Dad was coming home early? If Jalen's away, we'll have the house to ourselves."

"Yes, but I thought you wanted something a bit more romantic? Was I wrong?"

"No, not at all. I definitely want us to have a special weekend," the boy said eagerly.

She hushed her voice more, reminding him to keep it down in case Jalen came back downstairs. "So, I thought we could make use of the plans your father and I had. I actually haven't gotten around to cancelling everything yet, so how about you show your mother a good time in the big city?"

"But Jalen...?"

"Like I said, it's a big city," she chuckled. "As long as we stay away from the arena and night clubs around the university, I'm pretty sure we won't bump into him."

He impulsively threw his arms around her and drew her into a long, loving kiss. "I love you, Mom," he whispered when he finally let her go.

"I love you too, baby. My sweet, young Valentine."

While Aisha had eagerly fucked both of her sons after they'd come home from dates before, tonight she slept alone again. Talking to James on the phone as she lay in bed, she told him that she'd told the boys about their revived Valentine's plan and that she'd be leaving Friday afternoon. They agreed that it still made more sense to just meet up at the hotel rather than having Aisha fight through the always tough airport traffic to pick James up. Whoever got to the hotel first would check in and text the room number to the other one.

After good nights and I love yous, Aisha worried again about how James would actually react to her surprise. But then she thought again about the white lies he'd told the previous summer to start his family on the road to debauchery, not to mention the behind-the-scenes trickery he'd pulled to hit his wife and sons with a very dirty Christmas surprise just a month and a half before. Yes, she decided, one good trick deserves another, and she was confident her dirty-minded husband would enjoy this surprise. She was so confident, that the horny MILF rubbed one out without any aid from video or erotica; she just played out her mental images of what she had planned for this very special Valentine's Day.

Unsurprisingly, all three of the Seward men did the same thing, even the two who'd already filled condoms earlier that night. Although, of course, their visions of the weekend ahead were far different and much tamer than those of their incestuous slut of a family matriarch.

Chapter 8

Thursday was another solo night for all four members of the Seward family. For Aisha, this was especially trying. She could hardly think of a single night she'd gone without sex with at least one of her menfolk since last May and now she'd gone three nights alone in a row. But somewhere during the daylight hours of Thursday, she'd reinforced her abstinence decision by judging that it would have all three men so wound up that they'd be less attentive to any oddities about her Friday night plans.

For this final night before the Valentine weekend, she even went so far as to deny herself the release of masturbation. Mrs. Seward did not sleep well that night. But she still felt tremendously energetic on Friday morning.

She'd already been getting ahead on the administrative school record keeping she often did on the weekend, so when she logged her notes for her one Friday online session, her work responsibilities were cleared. That gave her the early afternoon to put the final touches on her family plan and finish her Valentine's Day packing.

She'd already told Jalen that even though they wouldn't be meeting up at the hotel until around 7:00 that evening, he should leave a few hours earlier. He didn't have to go straight to the city; it was just part of the ruse for Aiden's sake, so there'd be a significant separation between their departures. She confirmed that she aimed at getting there between 6:00 and 6:30 and wanted a little time alone to get herself prepared, so he shouldn't go to the hotel early. She'd text him the room number when she checked in and then again a half-hour or so later to let him know she was ready for him.

Friday morning, Aiden had wanted to skip school, but his mother wasn't having it. They had the whole weekend ahead of them and for the sake of their cover story, he needed to calm down and act as normal as possible. She told him that Jalen had reported he'd be heading out around 4:00, so she thought she and Aiden would leave around 6:00 and get to the city in time for dinner. She'd made reservations at a different restaurant than where she usually went with his father, so the two of them could have their own unique memories. Aiden loved that special touch; his incredible mother just kept teaching him, about romance as well as sex.

So, each son headed out to his respective morning classes, but each was nearly worthless there, as his head filled with thoughts of a wanton weekend with his Valentine Mother.

Jalen was so worked up by the time his final class of the day ended that he nearly gave in to calling Chandra, who was usually the most available for some impromptu Afternoon Delight. He fantasized about having Mom suck his pussy juice-covered cock and try to guess which girlfriend it belonged to. But since he diligently used condoms with all his lovers, the taste-test idea only worked as a fantasy. Plus, he'd promised himself as Aisha's Valentine, so he wasn't going to cheat her of that distinction. That still left him tempted to jack off just to keep from popping off as soon as he saw her. But he had not only all night to recharge (and recharge), but all weekend. If she was taking a load down her throat or all over her face and tits within minutes of his arrival, that would definitely show her how much he'd been thinking about his special Valentine.

Aiden did get to have an early orgasm and from his mother's own hand. When he got home from school and learned that Jalen had indeed already departed, he launched himself at his mother, saying that they should either head up to the city themselves right then or take advantage of having the house to themselves.

Aisha saw the impatient kid peeking out through her young man's eyes and knew she needed to do something to keep his lid from blowing off from the pressure. She took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom, where she stood him directly in front of the full-length mirror on his closet door. Standing behind him, she reached around, undid his pants and pushed them down along with his briefs. Using the supply of her favorite lube that she kept in his room, she stroked him. Languidly for the first couple of minutes and then with focused purpose until she made the hard young cock spray a massive load all over the glass.

The image made her own juices flow but gave her no concerns for the 18-year-old's ability to perform again, and again, in a few hours' time.

Chapter 9

Aisha tracked James's flight on a phone app and was pleased it was only about ten minutes later than scheduled when it landed. How to deal with an extended delay had been a lingering concern. She and Aiden left the house at 6:10, with Aiden driving Aisha's car. Not long after they started north, she got a text from her husband with their hotel room number.

Looking at the car's navi system, she saw she and Aiden would be there themselves in another thirty minutes or so. She'd opted to take the chance of hitting the road before getting his text just to stay closer to the schedules she'd set up with her sons.

After getting James's text, Aisha immediately turned around and wrote to Jalen. Room 817. Ready 4 U in 20 min if able. She had no doubt that he would be. In fact, her greater worry was that he might have ignored her earlier instructions and been hanging out in the lobby of the hotel the whole time. In which case, he likely would have seen his father checking in. Oh well, there was only so much she could do to control all aspects of basically setting up three simultaneous surprise parties.

So, she was relieved to get an almost immediate reply from Jalen with three emojis. A big smiley face, a thumbs up, and a kissy face. She replied to her husband's earlier text of the room number with the same three emojis.

"What's up with the texts?" Aiden asked from behind the wheel.

"Oh, just Jalen letting me know they'd gotten to the city okay and giving me his hotel info. I told him again to have fun but be careful. He called me a nag."

Aiden laughed. "You are, sometimes. But it's always the nagging of a good mother."

Aisha put her hand on his thigh and ran it up to his crotch. "Am I a good mother?" she asked, half sultrily, half seriously.

"Oh, God," her boy groaned. "There's never been better."

We'll see if you still think the same in half an hour, she thought. Although, to be honest, she was certain the answer would be an even stronger yes.

As they crossed the hotel lobby to the reception desk, Aisha surreptitiously kept scanning the space, looking for an ambush. The coast seemed clear. Only one last small hurdle to cross.

"Hello," she told the clerk. The pretty young Black woman looked up with a standard welcoming smile that morphed into something more appraising and approving as she took in the beautiful older Black woman and the just as beautiful Black boytoy standing at her shoulder. "You have a reservation for Seward?"

A few strokes on a keyboard and then the dark-skinned receptionist looked up from the screen with a third smile, fun and conspiratorial. Turns out her assumption of the relationship between the woman and the kid had been wrong. Yes, their coloring was quite different, with the woman being light enough to pass, but a closer look showed the similarity in bone structure and in the eyes. But if the young stud wasn't the woman's boytoy, it might just mean he could be hers sometime during their weekend stay. The 29-year-old assistant manager had come to enjoy seducing the hotel's hotter guests, especially the young adults who were in town on recruitment visits to the university.

"Yes, Ma'am. Welcome back to The Coleridge. We already have your information, so you're all checked in." She slid a key card across the counter. "You're in room 817. Would you like help with your luggage?"

"No, thank you," Aisha smiled back. "I think we can handle it."

"The elevators are just over there," the assistant manager nodded. "We hope you both enjoy your stay." Her eyes followed the pair all the way, both had such fine asses. She'd never tried seducing a parent and child together before. But if ever there was inspiration to try something so daring, it was walking away from her with grace and power right now.

Inside the elevator, Aiden said, "Was that a little weird at the desk? What did she mean by welcome back? And was she looking at us funny?" He, naturally, was wondering if the clerk had somehow picked up on the true nature of their visit and relationship.

"Well, your dad and I have stayed here before, that must have come up on the screen. As for looking at you funny, I'd say it was more like interested. Maybe you can get her phone number sometime this weekend." She chuckled at the look of surprise on her son's face. She was just happy that the front desk had gotten her note about the "surprise reunion" the family was putting on for their son and how they shouldn't let on that his father was already there.

Chapter 10

Aiden was carrying both his weekend bag and his mother's full-size suitcase, so when they got to room 817, she took care of unlocking the door. However, instead of going inside and holding the door open for him from there, she pushed it open and stood to the side in the hallway.

Aiden moved past her with both bags and slipped into the short entryway. His mother followed him in and closed the door behind them. The entryway was in the corner of the room and one couldn't see into the full room from the door. She stopped and waited there as her son continued on into the main area of the small suite. She couldn't help but giggle when she saw him stop frozen in his tracks. She wondered if he'd drop the bags. He didn't, but he did twist back towards her, a look of wonder in his eyes and his mouth opening and closing like a fish.