The Harem Ch. 06

Hello everyone, and thank you to everyone who has read and commented and rated my other stories so far. This one has taken longer than I thought it would (life!) but it is up. It continues the story with narrative emphasis on Mark and River, but all the sex is between Susan and Rachel. Sorry if my tags are messed up, I'm a writer not an SEO specialist. Enjoy, and please comment and rate. Stay horny, y'all!

She knew she was dreaming. She didn't have breasts that felt this real in the real world. She didn't have lingerie like this in the real world. That wasn't a problem though. She was ok with that part of the fantasy. The part that made her heart ache was the way Mark looked at her. She wanted Mark to look at her that way in the waking world. She remembered the kisses, the touches, the looks from a hundred encounters. She remembered the way her brother had grabbed her and kissed her when she was still wearing boy clothes. She remembered that kiss. She remembered the way his cock had pressed into her ass. She remembered how much she had wanted to press back.

She was wearing lingerie that revealed more than it didn't. Looking down she could see her nipples and her cock straining at fabric that wasn't designed to hold it. Infront of her, Mama and Rachel were lounging in a similar state of undress on a bed. Mark was behind her now. She could feel his smile. She could feel the heat of his gaze. She could feel the beast purring with pleasure at her surrender. She was waiting for him. He could take her whenever he wanted and she wasn't going to do a thing to stop him.

River's breath was heavy in her lungs. Her skin prickled with anticipation and her cock was wet at the prospect of Mark touching her. She waited.

"Soon," Mark whispered. Then he walked away and climbed into bed with Mama and Rachel leaving River to watch. She didn't feel sad at being excluded. She enjoyed the show, even if it was a dream. She enjoyed watching Mark fuck his mother and sister. She enjoyed watching the women collapse in orgasmic ecstasy only to get up again for more. But River wasn't sad.

She played with her breasts and her cock as she watched them. "Soon," she whispered to herself. "Soon." The word was a promise. A promise that the sounds of slapping flesh and lapping tongues would be hers not so far from now.

"Soon."

Mark turned and saw River's hands moving under the blankets as she repeated the word back to him. He smiled. Soon.

There was so much to smile about.

The sex with Mama and Rachel got better every day. Mark had quietly moved into Mama's room at the ladies' insistence, and River hadn't seemed to mind or notice. River's HRT was proving difficult. The initial dose had left her in bed for a couple of days. The Doctor was confident this was just a side effect and would soon subside. River was up and walking around now, and even though she tired easily, she was getting noticeably better.

Not noticeably sexier or hotter. She had always been sexy. She had always been hot. But it had only been a couple of weeks and Mark could see that she was going to have to go bra shopping soon. She might have gotten away without wearing one when they were AAs or A cups, but they were B cup or larger now, and her nipples showed through anything she wore.

Rachel had finished classes and didn't have anything on the calendar until a couple of two-week intensives towards the end of July/early August. River had come out at the office, and they had thrown her a party. Mama had just landed a major account for her firm that was going to be the difference between turning a profit and handing out bonuses.

He was about to get dressed to go talk to the construction foreman he usually worked for in the summer, when he felt a petite hand grab his arm.

He turned and saw Rachel there, standing in a bra and panties that were designed to be seen. She reached up on her toes to kiss him. "River asleep?" She asked.

Mark nodded as he rubbed his hands down her sides.

"Good." Rachel dropped to her knees, pulled Mark's cock out of his pants. "Mama thinks I should spend the day with your cum down my bra and in my panties." His cock wasn't hard, but her touch, her words, and the application of her lips was quickly changing that.

"Did she now?" Mark asked.

"She did." Mama came out of her room, dressed for work and a vision to die for. She gently kissed Mark on the lips. "Don't you think she'd like it too?" Mama put one hand on Rachel's hair and caressed her head. She leaned into Mark's back as she did it, let him feel her breasts and her body as she caressed his sister's hair. "I think she'll love it," Mama whispered. "Just imagine it. Your sister. Your lover, walking around the office all day, with the mark of your love for her hidden away." She stepped out from behind Mark and unclasped Rachel's bra, then pulled down her panties enough so that Mark had a clear view of her breasts, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "She'll spend all day smelling you," Mama said, "and everyone will wonder why she's smiling so much."

Rachel moaned into Mark's cock and he couldn't help but return the sentiment.

"Come on Rach," Mama said. "Be a good girl. Make your brother cum all over these big, soft tits of yours." Mama started playing with Rachel's tits eventually replacing her mouth with the two beautiful globes of flesh.

"Cum for me Kiddo." Rachel leaned away and opened the door to River's room. "Look at her. Think about how great it will be to do this to her. To all of us. I want her to watch as you claim me. And I want to watch as you do the same to her."

Mark looked up and saw River had indeed been playing with herself in her sleep and her hand, partly covered in cum, had smeared some on her own face.

"And then," Mama said, "you can make us all walk around the house naked so you can play with us whenever you want."

This time Mama leaned down to suck Mark's cock and her experience made short work of any resistance he might have pretended to have. Just as he was about to cum, Mom got out of the way, Rachel lay back on her hands, and Mama aimed her boy's cock at Rachels chest where the first rope of cum draped itself like an artistically drawn string of pearls. Mama pointed his cock lower and the next two ropes curled in the recently trimmed pubic hair, before Mama leaned down to take the rest in her mouth.

When Mark was dry, Mama kissed him chastely on the lips. "Now let your sister get dressed. We must get to work."

The construction office was in a nondescript suite in a building full of nondescript offices. After the pandemic, Mark would have wagered that all of these kinds of buildings would have gone under, but he would have been wrong. The boss, in whose office Mark sat, was a nondescript sort of man. He was a business man, the kind of guy who made deals and got the job done. He was a mediocre carpenter, a decent foreman, a good manager, but a great boss and salesman.

He was also unable to hire Mark that summer.

Mark should have been angrier. He had worked with the construction crew every summer for the last three years, and there had never been any indication that he wouldn't be welcome back the fourth year. Sure there were real problems in the market. There weren't as many buildings to build. There wasn't as much investment in development right now. There were older guys with families and more seniority than he that they needed to protect. All of that was good and true, but he couldn't help but feel like this was somehow personal. It should have made him angry and he felt the beast lending him his strength, but it wasn't out of control.

Mark shook his head. "Too bad," he told his old boss, "Guess I'll have to find work elsewhere." He turned around to leave. "Take it easy, Boss."

"You too, Mark. And I am sorry."

Mark waved the apology off as he got in his car and made his way to the dojo. He was still high from that combined blowjob earlier and wasn't in the mood to get into an argument that wouldn't change anything anyways.

He pulled up to the Dojo, and almost stopped when he realized the beast was calm in his chest, almost asleep. Not fully asleep, just resting. Just enough that Mark felt he could loosen the leash. He could be happy and just, be happy. The grin on his face must have made him look like an idiot as he walked into the dojo. Master James spotted him as he came in.

"Mark? Everything ok?"

Mark nodded. "Better than ever. Do you mind if I use the extra room? I just wanted to practice a bit and get away from the house for a while."

"Sure thing. I'd like a couple of minutes before the 1pm class if you don't mind. Just let me know when you're ready."

Mark nodded and went towards the back of the dojo where a door led to a secondary practice space. It wasn't as large as the main room, and was used mostly for one on one tutoring or strength building work, but it was more than large enough for Mark to practice his kata. He changed into the gi he kept at the dojo, just in case, then stood in the center of the room and breathed.

The beast stood with Mark and they breathed together.

First form.

The moves flowed over him and through him in meditative waves. His thoughts quieted and for all that he was happy, he didn't not allow thoughts of his family, his job, school or what might come in the future to intrude on his time. He moved and the beast moved. He breathed and the beast breathed.

Second Form.

It wasn't quite right to say that beast was with him anymore. They were together. He felt the power that was the beast's legacy. It wasn't physical strength, but strength of being. Strength of purpose.

Third Form.

Strength of family.

He finished his forms. Toweling the sweat from his hair, he found James in the back office. "You wanted to see me?"

James was leaning back in his chair drinking a cup of coffee, looking for all the world as though he had nothing better to do than wait for Mark. He gestured to one of the chairs, which Mark took. "I'm not going to beat around the bush here, Mark. My shoulders aren't up to teaching as many classes as I do, and my best teacher just left to start his own dojo. That puts me a teacher and a half down. What do you say to hiring on here? Things work out, you decide this is something you want to stick with, then we'll talk about making you a partner. How about it?"

Mark was suddenly very glad that things hadn't worked out at the construction site.

The office was empty. They had won a massive contract. They had pulled overtime and all nighters. Half of the staff hadn't spent any quality time with their family in weeks, and they had done it. They had won the contract. It would result in more work down the line, but as the money came in, they'd be able to expand the business and give everyone more time off.

Rachel was in her cubicle working on debugging a custom built Application. She and Susan were the only ones left, but Rachel wasn't thinking about her mother. She wasn't thinking about the tantalizing open buttons on her mother's blouse, or the obvious lack of a panty line on a skirt that was right on the border of risqué and professional. She wasn't thinking about Mark's cock inside of her that morning, or the light glaze of his cum that was slowly leaking out of her wet pussy. Not just leaking out of her, but he had made sure some of his cum was in her panties, and her panties were sticky against her. You'd have thought with all the changes going on in her life, that Rachel would have been hopelessly distracted, but you'd be wrong. She was actually focused on her work until she gave up on it and sent an email to her boss.

This application is garbage. I don't know what they thought it was going to do, but it isn't doing much of anything other than eating up memory and disk space. They should sue and then hire us to do it correctly.

She hit send, stretched her neck and shoulders, and then the events of the day flooded into her mind. She felt Mark's cum in her panties. She remembered the feel of Mama's mouth on her tits. She remembered thinking just how hot Mama's ass looked in that skirt. She took a deep breath. She could go home early. Everyone else was gone. She was working because she liked working, not because she had to at this point.

Then her computer pinged an email notification.

Please come to my office to discuss. ~ S

Which was how Mom always signed her emails to her kids in the office. It was, she always said, important to remind her kids that at the office, she was Susan. Not Mom. Not Mama. Susan. The Boss. Rachel got up and headed to her boss's office. The entire floor was empty. Every office door was locked. The floor to ceiling windows in the offices showed lights off behind them. The cubicles were abandoned. The only lights on in the offices came from Susan's corner office, where she sat behind a desk staring at three computer monitors.

Rachel knocked. "You wanted to see me, Susan?"

Susan looked up at Rachel and smiled. For a moment Rachel was lost in that smile as though they had never been intimate. She was reminded of every fantasy, every lingering albeit circumspect gaze she had stolen of her mother. How often had she wondered about her sexuality because of the woman across the desk from her? How often had she masturbated thinking about her? How was it that they were really lovers now?

"Come in, Rachel," Susan said, "and close the door please."

Rachel did as she was asked. Susan got up, and went to the windows that looked over the rest of the office. Pressing a button on the wall, the windows opaqued. They could still see out, but no one could see in.

"Is everything alright?"

Susan returned to her chair behind the table. "I'm afraid not. I received some distressing information this afternoon and I wanted to discuss it with you before taking any further steps."

Rachel sat up straighter. She had been called on the carpet once before by her mom, but that was in the early days. That was when she really didn't know what she was doing and had messed up big time. And the problem then wasn't that she had messed up, but that she had tried to hide it. What had happened, what had she done, that Mom was so upset about it? She took a deep breath and clasped her hands in her lap. Rachel was wearing a professional pantsuit with a high waist in a simple charcoal grey. Her blouse was a much more daring purple with a pattern of black flowers embroidered on it. It was the only professional suit of clothes she had bought for herself since Mark had insisted she dress "properly" but she found she liked the look. It gave her confidence, and kept her from being nervous. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked.

Susan turned one of her monitors so Rachel could see. Rachel made a noise that was halfway between a squeak and a gasp. There on the monitor was one of the pictures that Mark had taken of her making breakfast that first morning. She was naked, save for an apron that did little to cover her or offer any modesty, and Mark's cum was still visibly dripping from her chin and glistening on her chest.

"This is the problem," Susan said. "Someone, who shall remain nameless, sent this to me concerned that your behavior might cause some of our clients to reconsider our contracts."

Rachel looked at Susan horrified. Terrified. And then Rachel saw the slight smirk in the corner of Susan's mouth. Rachel went hot, then cold, then hot again. This was a game. A game she was all too happy to play.

Rachel clutched her hands in front of her as though nervous, and tried to hide the fact that she was undoing a couple of buttons. "Oh Please, Susan. Please I don't know who sent you those photos, but I promise you they were private. They must have hacked my boyfriend's phone."

Susan shook her head. "And what if I told you that someone was threatening to post these to a revenge porn site? What if it doesn't matter who got them or how?"

Rachel stood up and started to pace. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show more cleavage than she normally did at the office, and a hint of lacy black bra. She turned violently on her paces, swinging her breasts and hips with as much sensuality as she could. She took off her jacket as though hot and agitated then turned back to her mother, leaning on the desk. "Please, Susan. Please don't fire me. I need this job. I'll do anything. Anything at all."

She was aware of her breasts hanging down, the gap in her blouse, made larger by the open buttons, gave Susan a clear view of the lacy, semi transparent cups. Susan didn't bother to hide the fact that she was looking down Rachel's shirt. Rachel pretended to hesitate, then purposefully left herself exposed.

Rachel lifted one hand to a button and opened it. "Anything at all."

Susan smiled. "I rather like the sound of that." She leaned back in her chair and gestured to Rachel. "Why don't you show me just how sorry you are?"

Rachel stood up, slowly. Seductively. She shifted her weight to emphasize her hips and her waist, the began to slowly unbutton the remaining buttons on her blouse. "Susan," Rachel said, "I'm so sorry. It was just a bit of fun and games with my boyfriend." She finished opening her blouse and took it off, dropping it negligently to the floor beside her. "I'll do anything to keep it a secret. I'll do anything to keep this job."

Susan pushed her chair back from the desk and pointed to the ground in front of her. "Come here, Rachel."

Rachel sauntered over to her mother, swaying her hips, letting her hair play against the dried cum stains on her skin, before stopping in front of Susan. Susan reached up and touched the dried cum. "What's this?" She asked with mock concern. "More cum?"

"I'm sorry, Susan. I'm really sorry, I just can't help myself."

"You're a real little cumslut for that boyfriend of yours, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Take your pants off."

Rachel turned and pushed her pants down off her hips, careful to keep her knees bent to show off her ass. She wore seamless boyshorts, black with a black floral pattern on them to match the lacy design of the bra. Before she could stand up and step out of her pants, she heard Susan take a deep breath. "My dear girl, your panties are soaked with cum." There was a sharp slap on her ass which made Rachel jump in surprise. "Oh Rachel. Dear Darling Rachel." Susan stood up and put Rachel's hands on the edge of the desk. "You've been a bad girl. You seduced my son. You played the part of his little cum dump. You have his cum all over you in the office. And then you try to seduce your boyfriend's mother?" Susan made a tisking sound. Then there was a sudden sharp slap on Rachel's ass.

Rachel moaned at the pain. She felt her pussy get wet. Apparently, she liked being spanked.

"Have you been a bad girl?" Susan asked.

"Yes Susan." Rachel said.

Another slap. This one harder and Rachel felt the pain and the pleasure like an electric jolt that zapped her pussy and tits. "Yes. Now explain to me why I should let such a bad girl keep seeing my son?"

Rachel looked up from the desk. "I didn't do it just for Mark."

Susan lifted an eyebrow. "oh?"

Rachel straightened and turned towards Susan. Rachel relished in showing off her nearly naked body and enjoyed the feel of Susan's eyes as they lingered on the cum stains on her breasts, belly, and panties. How far she had come in a couple of weeks with Mark and Mama's gentle love. "I'm not just any bad girl," Rachel said eyes heavy with lust. "I want to be your bad girl. I want to be yours and Mark's together."

"Is that so?" Susan sat back in her chair and spread her legs. "Prove it." Susan's splayed legs pulled her skirt up until they were barely covering her pussy.

Rachel put her hands on the armrests as she lowered herself to her knees. Her breasts hovered just in front of Susan, almost touching the older woman, but not quite. Then she was on her knees, Mama's open legs infront of her, and she saw that Mama didn't have any panties on. So much the better. Rachel leaned in, took a deep breath of Mama's scent, and began the loving work of making out with her.