Previously the only sounds in the room were from our fucking. Monica was doing all the talking, building up to a major orgasm. “You’re fucking me so good, sweetheart. I love you so much. Let me join your family. You own my pussy. Fuck me hard!”
Like any obedient husband, I thrust hard and deep. “I love you, Monica. My family loves you. Release with me, my dear wife.”
Mom and Rachel knew the time was right. They moved Monica’s legs to my back. Locking her ankles, she squeezed tight, lifting herself off the bed. Her back arched; her body shook. Pulling my head down to hers, we kissed as her orgasm commenced. Her pussy tried to strangle my shaft, squeezing tight. Her eyes widened when she felt my spongy head expand. As soon as my first blast of hot cum coated her walls, her pussy contracted. She milked my cock while I spewed out ropes of boiling-hot cum. Her pussy kept contracting until my balls drained their contents.
Exhausted, I rested my spent body on top of Monica. Her arms held me tight, having no desire for me to leave. Feeling a sheet pulled over us, I heard Mom whisper, “You two have the rest of the night to complete your joining. Rachel and I will be at her house until morning.”
Every few hours for the rest of the night, we made love and restfully slept between sessions. It was a night to remember forever.
Noises in the house woke us both up. Putting on our robes, we strolled to the kitchen, where Rachel and Mom had a full breakfast ready. They wore full-length dresses, not wanting to distract me from Monica. We ate as a family, enjoying our time together.
When finished, Rachel handed a set of keys to Monica. Seeing my puzzled look, Monica explained, “Rachel is leaving to be with her boyfriend. We’re moving into her house to be close to your mother.”
Somehow I thought we’d all end up at Mom’s house. As if she could hear my rambling thoughts, Mom stated, “Honey, Monica and I discussed what’s best, and we both agreed it wouldn’t be a good environment for Camila to live here. We want her to grow up in a normal family setting, and this is the perfect setup.”
It made sense. There might be a chance of Camila witnessing an inappropriate action with my mother and me. Living with Monica would cement our new family together. After eating, I drove my wife back to her house. She told me there was no need for me to move into her place since she would soon be moving into Rachel’s house. Lisa greeted us and appeared ready to leave immediately. Monica turned to me, kissed me, and said, “You go back to your Mom’s house. I want to discuss something with Lisa before she leaves. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Mom and I spent the next day in the garden. Sex wasn’t a concern for us as we enjoyed each other’s company. After the night of intense love-making with Monica, I was content to take a day off.
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Rachel left the next day, but not before coming over for a tearful goodbye. Monica took another week to move enough of her belongings into Rachel’s house to call it home. Lisa helped her since Monica hired her as a nanny, enabling her to quit her restaurant job and focus more on her studies.
One night when we were eating dinner together, Mom said, “Lisa, why don’t you move into Sam’s old room? You can live here free, enabling you to concentrate on your studies and be closer to Monica.” Lisa glanced at Monica, who nodded in agreement.
“I’d love to. I’ll be able to help out here, too. I don’t want to take advantage of you guys. You’ve done so much for me already.”
As soon as I moved in with Monica, Lisa moved into Mom’s house. Monica hired someone to keep tabs on her old house as she wasn’t ready to sell, in case Rachel needed to return. Months flew by while we fell into a routine. Lisa advanced quickly in her studies. Mom would watch Camila when Lisa had to study.
Monica, Camila, and I went out daily, enjoying our new life together. I asked Monica whether she minded if I took a break from college to spend more time with them. She was elated and said she was afraid to suggest it, but she wanted me to be at home full-time when the baby arrived.
Lisa also maintained a room at our house in case Mom, Monica and I wanted to go out. She would stay at Monica’s house when I remained at Mom’s overnight. I wondered what Lisa thought when returning to Mom’s place to discover I hadn’t used my old room. Did she know I was fucking Mom all night? She didn’t question my visits or my relationship, but I’m sure she suspected we were involved in incest.
On Saturday, Lisa joined Monica and me for lunch. While we cleaned up, Mom called. After finishing their conversation, Monica said, “Your Mom wants to bake some cookies and thought Camila would like to help. Could you two walk her down to your mother’s house?”
Lisa chirped, “I’ll take her down. I can stay there and allow you two to have some time alone.”
Monica replied, “No, take Sam with you. I want to take a bath in peace.”
It only took a few minutes to walk Camila to Mom’s house. Mom greeted us like she usually does when Camila or Lisa are present. Once again, I wondered if Lisa bought Mom’s pretense that we were like any other mother and son.
After visiting for fifteen minutes, Mom ordered, “Okay, you two. Go back home. Camila and I want to bake without any distractions.”
Lisa started to object, thinking she would stay, but Mom interrupted her, “Go. Let me and my granddaughter have some time together.”
Lisa acted more friendly and talkative on the way home. She surprised me when she mentioned my mother and me.
“It’s nice you and your mom are so comfortable around each other. I haven’t experienced what a close family would be like, but it’s nice to see you two get along so well.”
I replied, “She’s a great mother, that’s for sure. She’s good around Camila too.”
Being a little uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, I switched to talking about her studies.
When we arrived home, Monica wore her robe with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She suggested, “Why don’t you guys change into comfortable clothes? I need Sam to help me with my bulging belly.”
Lisa exclaimed, “Is something wrong, Monica? Can I help?”
Monica replied, “If you want to learn what Sam has to do every night, you’re welcome to assist him. He helps me with my stretch marks. I’ll be waiting for both of you in our room.”
Lisa retorted, “Wonderful. Anything dealing with childbirth preparation will be a valuable experience. Thanks for allowing me to assist.” She dashed to her room to change.