The Jig is Up Ch. 03

When she opened her eyes she found her Paul looking at her.

"I hope you never again doubt we love you mother, but should it happen, next time tell us your fears so at least we can confirm or deny them."

Paul place high on the dean's list that year and was placed in advanced studies for the following year. He had scored exceedingly well in physics, chemistry, and of course electronics. His nest would be difficult, but know he had an excellent base to advance upon thanks to those who loved him. His mother was told what had happened when she had become so unhappy, so she abruptly began to cry, women, just when you think you've got things figured out. Everything was okay now so why the water works? He had one other problem to settle. A chance remark, made by Beverly when she had confronted him about his marks, had lodged in the back of his mind and now he had time, he wanted to resolve it.

The following day he went to his father's office, after making sure he won't be there. The receptionist was unbelievably beautiful. He asked if she had the name of the patent attorney his father used. She passed him on to his father's executive assistant, who was a gorgeous female as well. Noticing the beautiful women in his father office he realized his father was up to his old tricks. The assistant gave him the name he was seeking, and with a thank you he left. He phoned the attorney, introduced himself and asked for an appointment. A time was arranged for the following Monday. He took his notes and his tacks and showed them to the attorney. The attorney told him his fee for that kind of work was twenty thousand up front with billing for time and expenses. Paul explained he didn't have that kind of money. your father does he replied. Paul then explained his father was to know nothing of this. The attorney then told Paul he might do the legal work for a percentage of the take. If your invention fails I will make nothing the attorney said but if it succeeds you will make me rich, is that acceptable to you? My take will be ten percent of what ever I make for you.

The attorney's take over the next ten years was to be ten percent of one point two billion dollars. A few weeks later, patents in place, the attorney sold his ideas and past him a check for seven million dollars, less ten percent of course. He explained that this was a signing bonus and the real money would come from royalties, which were ten dollars a tack and one hundred thousand a translator. With his future assured, he moved into the next stage of his planning by spending fifty thousand of it. Since he had been away only a few hours each day, he had not told his loved ones what he was up to. That night he took them to bed early. They teased him because he was particularly amorous with them. First he made love to his mom, then Dagmar and finally turned to his Beverly and asked her shyly if she would make love to him like the first night they had made love. Beverly moved her soft, voluptuous body on to his and grasping his love firmly in her hand placed him into her heat. They moved slowly at first, but as the friction formed the ember of their desire their movements became more frantic until her round lush bottom was slapping his thighs. The embers burst into flames and he shuddered in his release as she shook in his arms. Quietly, she lay on top of him regaining her breath. He began, almost shyly, to talk of the night Dagmar and she came to him about his grades. Twisting, twirling, and sometimes pulling, he gathered his thoughts and then said,

"In your anger with me that night you told me you were going to marry me. You might not have wanted it to slip but you did. I feel it has been your intent from the first time you wore your thong bathing suit in front of me."

She tried to make a reply, but he gently put his finger over her lips and then kissed her passionately. "I love all of you so much, but I may marry only one of you publicly for several reasons so tonight I ask you mother, you Dagmar, and you Beverly to marry me as I slip this ring on Beverly's finger. He pulled out the large diamond he had purchased that day and slipped it on Beverly's finger. Beverly looked for a moment at the ring and then started to cry as she hugged him to herself. When he looked over, he found two more women with tears running down their faces.

"Please kiss me mother, and as soon as she is through , I want you to kiss me Dagmar."

Dagmar had to wait quite awhile as his mother thoroughly kissed him, but when her turn came Paul kissed her so passionately it made up for the wait. They made love far into the night. The four of them were unable to get enough of them into each other's bodies. Paul at one point wanted to crawl into Dagmar's womb so he could be surrounded by her love. It would be a sensation, which would often be repeated over the years with all his women, and he would have loved to hear a psychiatrist's views when it happened with his mother.

The next afternoon his mother quietly arranged for them to be alone for awhile and asked,

"Paul I assume although you and Beverly are engaged you plan to finish school and find a job before you get married?"

"Although I certainly intend to finish school I have no intention of waiting to get married," he answered. To begin with when I asked last night to be married I asked all of you and I now feel I am engaged to all of you. Before you ask me how I expect to keep, especially you mother, in the life style to which you have grown to expect, let me show you my bank account and the contracts I hold."

He then explained what he had done in the last month before asking them to marry him. His mother soon realized he had, with adult maturity, covered all the bases. She stood up and holding out her hands to him said,

"Yes son I will marry you in my heart and from this day forth honor you as I expect you to honor me."

As the days marched by and the wedding plans formulated he noticed a change in his mother. Instead of telling him what to do, she would ask if he thought whether it would be a good idea if he did this of that. When she herself made decisions , he found her coming to him for his help. When she bought clothes, she took him along because she wanted to wear what they both liked. Kate fully expected him to allow her a new interest in his clothing, which she hadn't taken since he was fifteen. Suddenly Paul realized she was becoming his wife and was horning him as she had promised him. Dagmar and Beverly had always treated him that way but his mom was making the transition from mother to wife. When he kissed her and told her how much her loved her for her efforts, she laughed and said, "do something stupid and watch how fast I become your mother again." And then she kissed him back with a lusty tongue deep in his mouth and her pelvis grinding against his rapidly growing erection.

"Let's find the girls, I need some of that and they would be some upset if they were left out," she said as she sauntered away from him giving her bottom an extra sway and jiggle to entice him, as she called the girls and headed for their bedroom.

Clothing flew as they stripped and fell into bed in a squirming, wrestling, sexual heap, which slowly sorted itself out. Paul, was on top of his mom probing her deeply. Dagmar and Beverly pulled his legs apart and each placed a leg between their thighs. They kneaded their warm wet pussies against the back upper potion of his legs with their breasts pressed against his arms that supported his weight. They whispered in his ears what he should be doing to their mother when their tongues weren't busy and their hands played with his balls and butt, sometimes pushing down hard on his bum forcing him deeper into his mother's hot wet canal. Their advice becoming raunchier as their lecherousness increased. Finally, the physically impossible was advised with gusto as his mother thrust at him faster and faster rubbing his hardness into a gut wrenching orgasm, which she followed trembling in her release. The girls in a moment had him on his back with their mother over him spilling his come into his mouth a she cunt kissed him. Dagmar sucked the taste of their combined love off his softening phallus. One hand held Beverly's genitals with his fore and middle fingers stuffed her lubricous wildly thrusting pussy. He was in heaven as Beverly's warm mouth replaced his mother's sex. Her tongue entwined with his as her sweet salvia flowed into his mouth replacing the zestier flavor of his and his mother's mix. The afternoon waned to evening in a steady sensual glow as they tired and slept the sleep of the well satiated.

How time flew as the day before his wedding arrived. The ladies excited at the prospect of their wedding too, fore they were going to break with tradition and his mother and his Dagmar were to walk him down the isle to "give" him away to Beverly. They would stand directly behind him with no bridesmaids or best men present. As he spoke of his covenant to Beverly and she replied with hers, they would mentally give and receive their own. It was the closest method they could devise without breaking the laws of the land or exposing their incestuous relationship. That night they threw their own version of a bachelor/ bachelorette party. It began with a game of strip poker that descended into a melee of goosing, giggling and laughter as each exposed their charms to the others.

A new game was devised. Paul was to lie on his back, rampant, fully exposed to them and they were allowed to do any thing they wanted to make him cum. He was to try not to. His only concession if he yelled stop he was allowed a one-minute break. His mother rushed to the kitchen and brought back a timer, which would tick away the minute. They were to allow their orgasms to occur naturally.

They had devised the game so the ladies could get the maximum use out of him. Beverly began by blowing her hot breath on his erection, then licking it and straddled him sliding her mucilaginous cunt lips up and down the back of his erection. He had to call his first break. He had been determined to at least get through Beverly before calling a pause but she knew him to well. He thought of the time he had fallen in a swamp when he was a little kid and held those thoughts as she remounted him, this time allowing her penetration.

All of them knew he loved to be ridden because it was how he lost his virginity. Two could play at that game he thought because he knew how they all loved to have their breasts played with while they rode him. He took hold of Beverly's teats handling them fairly firmly, squeezing them individually, then pushing them hard against her chest. He repeated the process several times because he knew how much she loved having them manipulated in that manner. Beverly began to rotate her bottom using his staff as a swizzle stick stirring the walls of her sex. Swamp, swamp, swamp, his mind chanted. He knew he had her, that motion always signaled her approaching orgasm. Swamp, swamp, he repeated as she trembled, revealing her orgasmic bliss. She held him a moment and them gave way.

Now it was Dagmar's turn. She was excreting lubricant so profusely she immediately cunt kissed him. Oh! It was a swamp, it wasn't going to work. He again had to call a break. The timer ticked down. How to keep his mind occupied. She was bloody meat he tried to convince himself. The buzzer went. She grabbed his cock, licked off Beverly's juices, and then jammed him into herself roughly. Another break! She thought she had him. The buzzer went and they began again. She mounted him jamming him into herself quickly. He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and drew her teats directly out form her chest until they formed ice cream cones. He had to be careful. Hurt her and it would ruin it all. But if he got it just right, her teats would ache the way she liked it and she would orgasm powerfully ending her onslaught. It worked, his Beverly had showed him how to do that to Dagmar and apparently, he had it right. He pushed her off quickly apologizing as he did so explaining as he did so he would come if he didn't. He had one minute before his mom took him on.

His mother had watched what had gone on carefully. When the buzzer went off she moved over his cock with her gorgeous hind end facing him, her hands on his lower legs. He would be unable to play with her bosom. She grasped his member with one hand an rubbed it across the engorged lips of her ready pussy. Then her bum slowly descended. He could watch as her swollen hairy snatch sucked him into her, saw her lush tush, enjoyed the hairiness and examined the brown wrinkle just above her thrusting sex. He forgot to keep his mind off the sensuous scene and was beyond control before he knew it. He was so excited by the other two that he released load after load, spewing into her cunt and filling her with semen. She turned her head towards him and smiled the smile of a cat who had got the cream. And she had.

Beverly immediately wanted a rematch. But he needed his rest. It had been a wonderful bachelor party but he needed his sleep, he was getting married in the morning. He moved Beverly on top of himself with his legs spread wide apart. His mother and Dagmar placed those legs between their own and he could feel their heat as they snuggled in their teats against his sides, his arms wrapped around Beverly, one hand on her bottom. As he drifted off to sleep twisting, twirling, and pulling gently on her anal hair he couldn't help but think,

"Bachelorhood, the jig is up."