Mom kissed me deeply. “We’re going to have so much fun training her, aren’t we?”
I chuckled, then felt Marie climb back on top of me. I felt her warmth envelope my cock, then she was lying on top of me, Mom scooting over to give her room. “That was naughty, Sissy,” Marie whined.
Mom giggled. “He didn’t think so. He loved it. And that’s what counts, right?”
The shared kissing started up again, then Mom was dislodging Marie again. “Suck him, then it’s my turn.”
They developed a pattern, each taking turns, with Marie sucking me in between. I was in absolute heaven. Once again, they started taking longer shifts, and each had a couple of nice orgasms riding my cock.
“Getting close, Mom,” I groaned while she was riding me.
“Where do you want to finish,” she asked.
“In you. Inside you, Mom.”
She seemed to think about it. “We should wait a couple of more days,” she said softly.
I grabbed her hips. “In you,” I groaned.
“Jeremy…”
I pulled her down, one arm clutching her body, holding her, my other hand grabbing her ass, while I pounded my cock into her.
She whimpered, hugging me, while I grunted my way through my release, pumping her full of my seed. Into Mom’s unprotected pussy.
I lay there gasping, as she held my face in her hands. “What am I going to do with you?” she whispered. “You know it’s not safe.”
“I know,” I told her looking into her eyes intensely.
She kissed me softly. “I’m almost 39 years old.”
“You’re young and beautiful. You’re in great shape.”
She gave me a wistful little smile, and slowly climbed off of me. She looked down at Marie. “Take care of our boy, Marie. Do a good job now. Let him feel it. Feel the love.”
I sighed as Marie took care of me. Gently, adoringly. Mom watched with her head on my shoulder. “You need to think about what you’re suggesting, Jeremy. This isn’t something we do on a lark.”
“I love you, Mom. I… I want to, to…”
She chuckled, and kissed my chest. “I know what you want to do. That’s twice now that you wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let me free.”
“Mom…”
“Later. This is serious. Your father has to be involved in any discussion. You’re talking about another 19 years of our lives.”
“Would you want to?” I asked.
“Part of me wants nothing more. The smart side says I’m crazy. I… I don’t think your father would go for it. At the very least, we need time, time to settle in with the new regime. You understand?”
Aunt Marie finished up, then parked opposite Mom. “I will if you will, Sissy.”
Mom looked surprised. “You’ll what?”
“You know. I think it would be great. We could do it together, with Howard the perfect Dad, all over again. Except now he’d have help, dealing with two hormonal sisters.”
Mom shook her head. “This is all happening too fast. So many problems. Jeremy would be away, in college. We’d both be almost 60, before we were done.”
“I’m just saying. I’ve thought about it. What am I doing with my life? I’m 37 years old and all I’ve got to show for it is Colin. I’ll be losing him soon. Then what?”
“You could do anything you want, Marie. You’re rich, you’re beautiful, you’re young.”
Rich?
“I want what you have, Alice. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You know that. Maybe this is my chance.”
“Howard’s been talking about retiring when he hits 55. Seeing the world together. He’d be 60, before we were done.”
“So we do it. The kids would be teenagers by 55. We can take them with us. Home school, travel, get world experience, different cultures. And if it was all of us, money wouldn’t be an issue, would it?”
I felt my head was on a swivel, turning back and forth to watch them discuss it as if I wasn’t even there.
“We can’t make this decision. We have to talk to Howard, and I think it’s too soon. Not after all the troubles we’ve been having.”
Marie smirked. “I can make my own decision.”
Mom glared at her. “No. Howard is the head of this family. If you’re serious about being a part of it, then you don’t do anything like that without talking it over.”
“I’m hungry,” I announced.
I got a weird look from both of them, then they looked at each other, grinning. “Fuel up for round three?” Aunt Marie asked.
The discussion was benched, and we ate. They wore my t-shirts, and I wore shorts. Seeing them both like that, knowing they were naked except for the single scraps of cloth, was driving me crazy.
After lunch, I insisted on changing things up. I finally got off my back, and we played around, trying different positions. They teased each other, making fun of each other’s orgasm sounds. I had some fun tutoring Marie’s mouth. I especially liked having Mom on her hands and knees, taking her from behind, pulling out and making Marie suck me.
I was getting into the whole Slave Marie, idea. I’d ask Mom to do things, and then tell Marie what she had to do. I was rougher with her, pulling her hair, swatting her bottom. She was certainly willing enough.
Mom was adamant about my not coming in her anymore. Not until there was a serious talk. She agreed that we could have that talk before I left for school.
So Marie got my finish, twice. The first time I had her on her belly, pinned to the mattress. I made her stretch her arms above her head, and Mom sat on them, facing me. Marie’s legs were parted, my legs holding hers down, my full weight on her, hammering her pussy mercilessly.
Marie was in her own little world, gasping, grunting, unable to respond to anything I said to her. An occasional whispered word or phrase escaped her lips, but it was difficult to make any sense out of it. I made out the occasional “Cock”, “Fuck”, “Yeah”, “Deep”, and my favorite, “Jeremy”, usually spoken, Jer… uhhh… meeeee!”
“You’re mine now,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling on her neck, trying to drive her through the bed. “Mine, Marie. Never forget that. Mine!”
Mom’s spread legs, trapping Aunt Marie’s arms, exposed her open swollen pussy only a few inches from my face. Mom was rubbing herself, watching us. “Fuck her, baby. Fuck that little slut senseless. Show her what it’s like to have a real man, finally. Like I’ve had all these years. Fuck her, Jeremy. Destroy that nasty pussy.”
I guess some of the sibling rivalry was still kicking in.