We lay in a contented, tangled silence, our skin slick with sweat and our breaths slowly syncing. The air in my room was thick, heavy with the unmistakable, musky scent of our sex. She shifted beside me, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips as she guided a swollen, pink nipple to my mouth. I obliged without a second thought, drawing it in, suckling gently as her fingers lovingly caressed my hair, pushing the damp strands from my forehead.
"Mmm, that's it, baby," she whispered, her voice a husky, spent thing. "I loved every moment of that… Every single, rough, passionate second. I felt… like a woman in love,".
I released her nipple with a soft pop. "I felt the same, Mom. It was… amazing,"
She smiled, a lazy, sated thing. "I know baby,".
Her hand drifted from my hair, tracing the line of my jaw. "I love indulging you. I love being handled that way by you…. It's all I've ever wanted."
"Thank you," I murmured, nuzzling into the warm, soft pillow of her breast. "For everything...".
"And you're welcome, baby… But,". But then, her tone shifted. It was still soft, still loving, but it took on a gentle, guiding quality. "But you must be careful with other girls, my love... Not all of them are like me. Some prefer a… gentler touch.".
I lifted my head to look at her. "A gentler touch?"
"Yes," she said, her fingers now tracing idle patterns on my back.
"And although your grandmother… well, we all know Nadia likes it rougher than a barn cat in heat," she said with a knowing, slightly amused smile, "you must always, always be mindful of her age. She's a tough woman, but she's not as young as she thinks she is.".
"Is this a sex ed talk? Right now?". I couldn't help but grin.
She bopped my nose playfully. "Yes, it is. And you, my voracious young man, will listen carefully… Okay?".
She guided my head back to her breast, and I resumed my gentle suckling as she painted a picture of this world's bizarre, intoxicating sexual dynamics. Her voice was a low, soothing murmur against the quiet of the room.
" As you know, men are rare, Sael. They were Precious. And their… stamina often low and miniscule, most men are one-pump and done, unfortunate but, bless their hearts… They did try, but biology is biology." Her fingers tightened slightly in my hair. "But for us women… our libidos are voracious… Constant, an ache that never really goes away… from this unbalance… from this unbalance, women desired to be satisfied and men tired of sex, perfected the VR technology… just so that both sex able to find harmony...".
I listened, fascinated. This was the real education I needed.
"Which is why," she continued, her voice dropping even lower, "ninety-nine percent of the time, a woman wants it bareback…. She wants to feel you. She wants to be filled… She wants to be impregnated; It's the deepest instinct we have... Some might even… well, they might sneak the condom off if you try to wear one. So, you have to be mindful. You have to be the one in control of that.".
"When it comes to Sex, don't hold back at all,". she urged, her voice fierce with a sudden passion.
"God, don't you dare hold back... All woman wants to feel all of you, be filled with your cum to every last drop. Just… be careful of diseases…. Be smart with it outside, but with us, with your family… you are free... You don't have to worry about condom or anything, But only within the family, okay?".
She praised my stamina then, calling it a "monumental gift," and then she addressed the quiet, squirming conflict that had been in my heart since my desires first awoke.
"Having sex and a relationships with family members, It's not weird at all, my love," she whispered, as if reading my mind.
"That you want everyone in the family… it's great. It's natural. We all feel it... We've all been waiting for you. Your grandmother, your aunt, me and your sisters,". Her words were a balm, a total absolution of all guilt and confusion.
"Everyone is willing to wait their turn. But… speaking of which… do you want to bring Aunt Kate into the fold? Officially?".
"Aunt Kate? Does she… does she want it?". My heart thudded against my ribs.
"She does, honey… She's been alone her whole life, taking care of everyone else. She's so pent up she could scream... If you brought her into the family officially, as your first girlfriend, it would make everyone so happy… Especially her, remember baby, she had helped you so~ Many times already,". Cathy's smile was radiant.
"I want her to be my first girlfriend, Mom,". I stated, the words feeling definitive and powerful.
"Thank you, baby… She'll be so thrilled. To hear that...". Mom's eyes shone with tears of happiness.
"And what does that make me and the others, then? Your grandma? Your sisters?". Then, a playful, coquettish glint returned to her eyes.
I didn't hesitate for a second. The word came from somewhere deep and certain inside me. "Wives."
She bopped my nose again, her smile so wide it must have hurt. "Aw, you sweet, dirty-talkin' boy. My beautiful, demanding man..." Lulled by her warmth, the rhythm of her heart under my ear, and the crushing fatigue that followed my immense release, I soon drifted into a deep, sated, and dreamless sleep.
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Watching the beautiful, peaceful face of her son succumb to sleep, Cathy's heart swelled with a love so profound it physically ached in her chest. He looked like an angel, all that fierce, dominant energy finally quieted. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she slid out from his heavy, possessive arm.
She wrapped herself in his large, damp towel, the fabric smelling intensely of him, of them. She gathered her clothes from the floor where they'd been so violently discarded and then, with a coy smile, she stripped the sex-stained sheets from the bed. The evidence of their lovemaking was everywhere: the slick spot in the center, the smaller damp patches elsewhere. It was a trophy. A flag claiming victory.
She slipped out of the room, a wide, victorious, utterly satiated smile plastered on her face. Her body was still humming, every nerve ending bathing in the delicious, overwhelming afterglow of multiple, shattering orgasms. It made her steps wobbly, unsteady. Her thighs, sore and well-used, threatened to buckle with every other step.
She stumbled in the dimly lit hallway, her legs simply refusing to cooperate any longer, but before she could crash to the floor, two pairs of strong hands caught her under the arms.
"Whoa there, tiger," a familiar, amused voice chuckled.
"Looks like someone was getting properly railed, dochka," another, thicker accent, laughed softly.
Vera and Nadia had been waiting in the living room; their ears undoubtedly having been glued to the wall for the better part of an hour. Identical, knowing grins were plastered on their faces as they steadied her.
"We heard the headboard singing a symphony against the wall," Vera teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as they steered their wobbly matriarch into the bathroom. "Sounded like a damn battering ram. We were half-expecting drywall dust to come sprinkling down."
Vera leaned casually against the humming washing machine while Nadia, with practiced efficiency, started the water in the large garden-style tub.
"Da, my daughter is finally teaching our Sael to be a real man, pah! It is good!" Nadia quipped, but then she reached out and delivered a sharp, playful smack to Cathy's towel-clad backside. PAH! "But you were too loud! A little less screaming, a little more moaning, luchshe? You're lucky Bella and Emily are heavy sleepers, or you'd be doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning over pancakes."
Cathy just sighed, leaning into their support as Nadia helped her out of the towel and into the steamy, warm water. She sank into it with a groan that was equal parts pleasure and pain. As Nadia began washing her back with a rough, loving loofah, the full map of their passionate encounter was revealed in the bright bathroom light.
Love bites, dark purple and possessive, dotted her shoulders and the sides of her breasts. Faint, red scratches ran down her back and the curve of her hips. And there, on the full, rounded curve of her right buttock, was the faint but unmistakable red imprint of a large handprint.
"Bozhe moi," Nadia whistled, tracing the outline of the handprint with a hint of pride. "He marked his territory good, didn't he?"
Vera's eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were now wide with genuine, salacious curiosity. "Okay, details, Cathy. Spill it. Was it… you know… good?".
"Vera, it wasn't good. It was… biblical. It was the best fuck of my entire life, and that's saying something.". Cathy let her head loll back against the edge of the tub, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss escaping her.
Vera and Nadia shared a pleased, triumphant smile. This was what they had all hoped for. But then Cathy opened her eyes, looking at them with an expression of sheer, awe-struck exhaustion.
"I actually fainted," she whispered, as if confessing a secret.
"Multiple times actually... I'd come so hard everything would just go white and then… blanked. I'd wake up thirty seconds later and he'd still be pounding into me, like a machine, like he hadn't even noticed or even cared, he wanted me just like that,".
The two older women froze. Their teasing grins vanished, completely erased and replaced by looks of utter, profound shock. The only sound was the water sloshing gently in the tub and the hum of the washing machine.
Cathy looked from her mother's stunned face to her aunt's, her expression one of exhausted triumph. "Our boy… he's not like other men... He has a monster's cock and a monster's stamina to match it; I lost count of how many times I came, even after he filled me up aplenty… God, at least five times, I think… he was still rock hard. Still raring to go. He only stopped because he literally about to fucked me into a coma… and saw that, my pussy was swollen, and be considerate to his mom, Silly boy,".
A beat of silence hung in the steam-filled room, thick and heavy with the implications. Vera and Nadia finally breathed out in a unison, a shared, shuddering sigh. Their eyes were no longer just shocked. They were wide with a potent, terrifying, and incredibly eager mix of awe, anticipation, and sheer, unvarnished hunger.
"Oh my god…". Vera finally found her voice, it came out as a hushed, reverent whisper.