Life In The Elysium Ch 10

This is my first time writing erotic fiction. I hope you enjoy it, as these scenarios have been floating around in my head for a while. Be aware, this series will include a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading.

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All over America, children were waking up, rubbing their eyes and rushing to their Christmas trees to see what Santa had brought. In little quaint towns in New England, newlyweds were rising to start fires in their fireplaces (or dream about doing so as they smacked busted radiators in their studio apartments), and to drink coffee watching the sun glint off newly fallen snow. Some people were getting ready to go to church. Others to breakfast. In places across America, rural and urban, big and small, people were getting ready to spend the day together, with their families, remembering what Christmas was truly about.

And in the Elysium Hotel, Las Vegas's hottest, sexiest resort, I woke up with my dick in my mother's mouth.

Sol, Mom and I had collapsed into bed last night after our revelries. Mom had sighed contentedly, happy to be shared between her son and her fiancée. She slept in between us, with Sol on her left and me on the right. I always slept on the right side of the bed, so this made sense to me. They happily snuggled together under the covers, but I was still getting used to sleeping with other people and the body heat coming off Sol and I was too much for me to rest comfortably. I was naked, laying on top of the comforter, hugging a pillow, with Mom's firm, medium sized tits sometimes pushing into my back, which was nice. Occasionally, she'd rub my back or run her hand through my hair. I couldn't tell if she was awake and just wanted to touch me, or if this was an automatic sleep response. After a while, even the heat of our bodies couldn't keep my eyes from closing, and I fell asleep.

When I awoke, the room was still dark. I had rolled over onto my back, which is not a sleeping position I am used to at all. I've been a side sleeper my entire life. My eyes remained shut, but I started feeling warmth and wetness on my cock. With my eyes closed I couldn't tell if it was Mom or Sol, and I honestly didn't know off the top of my head who I was hoping it would be. It wasn't until I realized that I could feel Sol's right leg over mine - it was too large and hairy to be Mom's - that I knew he was laying next to me, and not down on my cock.

I opened my eyes slowly, and saw Mom looking directly at me. She had my dick in her mouth and was stroking Sol's with her right hand. I turned my head and saw him looking at me as well. He had propped himself up on some pillows and had thrown the covers off. I looked at him and he smiled back at me. He leaned over for a kiss and I gave him one, and I felt my mother moan on my cock. It was not a deep kiss - I absolutely hated kissing in the morning before I'd brushed my teeth, especially if I'd been drinking the night before. But it was enough to get her juices flowing. After maybe five minutes of bathing my cock with her tongue and beautiful lips, she switched and began to suck Sol's semi-rigid dick while stroking mine. It was a beautiful sight, and I was happy that last night's fun didn't seem to have ended. It was a great way to start Christmas.

After a few moments, I could tell she wanted more, and she crawled up and over Sol's chest until she was laying on top of him, and then she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She was riding him cowboy style, starting to move slowly, slowly working his entire dick into her pussy and murmuring me "Fuck me with that big black cock, darling, fuck me good and hard, let my son see your cock stuffing his mommy's wet pussy," and more of the dirty talk I was starting to get used to hearing when she was truly turned on. She had kept my cock in her left hand, stroking it as best she could while riding Sol. I reached over with my left hand and tweaked her closest nipple, while Sol just stared at her chest and neck, which were directly in his face.

This was a long session, longer than I had been used to over the last few days. Porn movies give people a warped sense of how long sex usually lasts. The median sex session, I knew, was something like six minutes. We went for at least three times that, this morning. Eventually, Sol began to thrust his hips up to meet her motion, she began to cry out, and then they managed to climax together - something else that was exceedingly rare, in my experience. It was a tiny Christmas miracle. Mom slid off him slowly, and then turned her attention completely to me. She buried my cock in her mouth and sucked with abandon. Sol put his arm around me, but didn't try to kiss me again - I think he sensed I was holding back. He just held me and it felt comforting. Mom, as I've said before, was an expert cocksucker and I didn't last two minutes when she gave me her full attention. I shot my load into her mouth, and she pulled off my cock, opened her mouth to show it to me, and then swallowed it. Afterwards, she opened her mouth again to prove it was gone. Then she climbed back up between us and kissed Sol on the cheek, and then me.

"Merry Christmas, my two favorite boys," she purred. And all three of us went back to sleep.

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A few hours later, we all extricated ourselves from each other and the bed. I asked to borrow their bathroom and did my business, then kissed them both - chastely, because I still hadn't brushed my teeth, and told them I was going to head back to my rooms to get cleaned up. They weren't sure what the rest of the day was going to hold, so they told me to play the rest of the day by ear and we'd maybe all get together as a family again later in the day.

I gathered up my clothes, but didn't put them on, and did my proud walk of shame back to my rooms. Nyla's door stayed closed, but I could hear Mariah Carey Christmas tunes blaring - thankfully not loud enough to be heard through the walls, but loud enough for me to recognize them when I crossed in front of her door.

I finally got to brush my teeth, took a long shower while I watched A Christmas Story on the TV, and got cleaned up. By the time lunch time had rolled around, I decided I'd take a stroll through the casino. Vegas never really closes, and there were a handful of tables still open. Some people were milling about, but this was one of the rare times when i hadn't see a full casino floor. The sports book had more people in it, as they got ready to watch the annual Christmas Day football games. I sat down and had a beer and a burger, and then continued my walkabout.

The pool was almost empty. It was a Thursday, so Vespers was shuttered, but I knew Miles was probably inside working. It wasn't until I had spent about an hour walking around that I realized I hadn't yet looked at my email or my phone, or checked the internet to see what the reaction was to Mom and Sol's press release. I decided to head back upstairs and do that.

I had a number of text messages from friends at college that I had missed, many wishing me Merry Christmas and asking how my trip home had been. I responded to them briefly. Ben, my roommate and friend-with-benefits, had sent me a few funny Instagram reels, told me he was worried he'd fucked up his Roman History grade and asking when I thought finals would be posted. I told him it would be at least another week and to relax and have fun with his family. None of my friends seemed to have seen the news yet.

There were a few stories on the internet, and the hashtag #SinclairHitched was trending locally, but that was about it. I was honestly surprised. There was no crazy revelation from Avery Locke, either - the stories were all muted about the Governor's scandal, as if there was a mutual ceasefire agreement between the Governor and the anti-incest forces, just for Christmas. Like the Germans, the Brits and French playing soccer together during World War I, before they started murdering each other in the trenches again soon after.

I had a deep sense of foreboding. I felt like the Governor was a man under siege. He had started looking more and more like Chris Farley's Matt Foley character lately, and I didn't know how much longer he could handle this kind of attention. With Sol restructuring Sinclair Group and his and mom's announcement, I felt like now was the time for whatever unseen forces that may be at work against us to strike. But, so far so good.

The doorbell rang and the lights flashed, and I threw on my comfy robe and opened the door.

Lucy was standing there, in her red curly haired glory, her robe matching mine. She bowed very formally, and spoke in a booming, theatrically deep voice.

"The ladies of Room Five hereby extend their most cordial felicitations to their neighbor, the esteemed Jack Fisher, Esquire, Prince of Elysium, and request the honor of his presence at a Christmas luncheon and post-prandial revelry occurring today, December twenty-fifth, recognizing this glorious day, the feast of our dear Savior's birth."

I smiled. She was just so damn cute, and this was an amusing invitation. I decided to respond in kind.

"Bonnie Prince Jack, Lord of Georgetown humbly presents his compliments to Queen Nyla and her court, and would be honored to join them for a festive Christmas dinner." I took her hand, bowed over it and kissed it.

She giggled, then pulled me out of my room.

Just like she promised, Nyla had already hung her Coco Jackson painting in a prominent place in her apartments - it was the first thing I saw when I entered the room. All of the girls were there, all in their robes, sipping large cups of coffee. Our porno was showing on her television, but it was muted, and there were loud Christmas songs blaring from the en suite audio. Lucy steered me to the middle of the couches, and sat me down, where I was surrounded by these lovely ladies I had gotten to know and care about over the last few days.

Nyla, unlike the other girls, had her own, special robe, in a leopard print pattern, with her monogram over the left pocket. The other girls wore white like me. They had obviously cleaned up, and there was a pile of opened gift boxes under the tree. Most of them looked like clothing boxes, but there were a few electronics boxes as well, and it looked like someone had gotten an absurdly large stuffed animal with a big red bow. The way Chloe was looking at it, I figured it had to be hers.

All the girls showered me with kisses as I sat down, but none of them said anything. I guess they were waiting for Nyla to break the silence.

She looked at me, leaned over and sniffed. I was squeaky clean, fresh from the shower, all pampered, with my deodorant and the cologne I sometimes wore when I was feeling especially bougie applied perfectly. There would be no more repeats of the "you smell like pussy" incident if I could help it.

"Damn, Jack. You smell good enough to eat," she said, and came over to sit next to me. "What happened after we left last night? I didn't see you come back from Mom and Sol's last night, and we were up for a while," she smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I shouldn't kiss and tell," I said, and the girls all groaned and hit me with some of the many tiger striped pillows that dotted the couches.

"Alright, alright! Don't kill me," I shouted, warding off the blows. "I had to give Mom and Sol their Christmas present," I said.

"Please don't tell me," Nyla said.

"You did it, didn't you," Lucy exclaimed.

"You pulled the 'dick in the box' joke on Solomon Sinclair?" Gabby said, leaning in, her eyes lit up.

"I got a big bear for Christmas, Jack! He's so big and strong!" Chloe said, not even paying attention to what the rest of us were saying. She only had eyes for that bear.

This caused us all to laugh, and I nodded to Gabby. "Called it in one," I said.

"Damn, you should have told me you were going to fool around after dinner, Jack. I might have wanted to join," Nyla said. "I haven't had Daddy in like a month. Your mom, either."

"I know, but the last time they invited me over it got a little weird, and I needed to show them that I was starting to warm up to this stuff," I said, being brutally honest. "I still didn't fuck Mom, but we DPed her, and she loved it."

Lucy and Gabby high fived and Nyla let out a low whistle. Chloe had gotten up and jumped on the bear and was smothering it with hugs. I wasn't sure she knew we were even still in the room.

"Damn, boy. That's a Christmas present even I would have wanted. You and Daddy together? She must have been stuffed fatter than that turkey we ate last night," Nyla said, laughing. "We should have filmed it."

"Oh, Mom was full, that's for sure. She has suddenly become extremely talkative lately when they're fooling around. It's taking getting used to," I said. And it was true. How many guys were in the same room, listening to their mother talking about getting fucked by big black cocks? I mean, outside of a porn script, I can't imagine that was a common thing, even in today's changing morals.

"Yeah, Em has gotten a lot chattier in the bedroom, as I understand it," Nyla replied. "Whether she's with Daddy or some of her playthings, she's gotten a lot more descriptive in her language."

"How long has Mom been this sexed up?" I asked Nyla, figuring she had the inside track on Mom's history, since she'd been here while I was across the country. If anybody would know, it would be her.

"This is kind of a recent phenomenon, I think," Nyla said. "You know me and Daddy and Miles are pretty close and have been for a while. I don't know if I seduced Daddy, or he seduced me, but I know we both seduced Miles," she laughed. "It was right after the hotel opened and being around all this sex all the time had gotten us all so horny, I felt like it was inevitable. This place does things to people. When your mom came on either last year or the year before, I can't remember exactly, she was pretty prudish. All work and no play made Em Fisher a dull girl," Nyla explained.

"You'd have thought she was the school librarian," Gabby said. "Not a hotshot lawyer."

"She was always nice to me, but I think she was wary of the three of us to start," Lucy said.

"I LOVE YOU MISTER BEAR!" Chloe said, her voice muffled by the bear's massive ass, which she had crawled under.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked, concerned.

"It's amazing to think this girl taught me Geometry and AP American History," Nyla said. "There are times I worry she's touched in the head, but this is just what she does sometimes."

I shook my head. "So when did Mom start coming out of her shell?" I asked.

"It was probably about a year or so ago. While she'd been working for Sinclair Group for a while, she hadn't started living in the Elysium yet. Sol gave her rooms on the 5th floor, which, as you know, houses the various people we've invited to stay at the hotel for free because they're either sex workers, social media influencers who are visiting the hotel for a while, or other employees. She was down at the end of the floor by a group of black men who catered to the snowbunny population that would sometimes make its way to the hotel. You know the type, right? Older white ladies who wanted to try interracial sex, and were willing to come to Vegas because what happens here stays here. Having a stable of 'bulls' to rent out was pretty lucrative, and word got around that the Elysium was the place to be if that was your kink. Your mother had absolutely no idea about any of that." Nyla's eyes twinkled.

"Until..." I said, knowing there was more to the story. There had to be, for Mom to go from 'I ain't got time for sex' to 'I ain't got time for anything BUT sex.'

"Until she happened upon four of the men running a train on a white lady in one of their rooms. Generally speaking, we have special suites for those types of assignations, and the guys don't bring their patrons into their living quarters except for very special occasions. I guess this woman's kink had her wanting to fuck the guys where they lived, with the doors open so random people could walk past and watch. Em was one of the random people. But instead of just walking past, she stopped in the doorway and watched. She watched the entire thing. Sam, one of the guys, told me later that she looked like she'd been struck by lightning. I think she hadn't really understood what this place was about until she saw those big black cocks fucking that cougar. Once she did, it was like an immediate transformation. Sam said she started inviting the guys over to her rooms, and eventually, they were running trains on her with her door open."

"And Sol was okay with that?"

"Sol loved it. He and Emily had been working together constantly for more than a year at that point. Nobody saw Daddy more than her. This was just as the company was starting to turn around, but it was still touch and go everyday. Sol and Em poured everything they had into the company and slowly, but surely, like the little engine that could, they were starting to pull out of the dip and make it over the hill. The work was hard and long, and Sol was happy she had found a way to relax. But, you know, that kind of 24/7 in-the-trenchs-they're-all-against-us type shit bonds people to each other. It didn't help that she had discovered her kink was black men, and he was probably the best looking black man in Las Vegas," Nyla laughed.

The whole thought of my Mom being stuffed full of black cock was really turning me on. It didn't help that our porno was on repeat, and everyone here was just a terrycloth robe away from being naked.

"Anyway, she and Sol started seeing each other outside of work and the relationship blossomed," Nyla said. "As for how Daddy, Miles and I broke the news to her about our relationship, well..." she leaned over and kissed me. "That's a tale for another day."

"Are we going to fuck now?" Chloe asked, finally abandoning her giant bear.

"Yes, baby, we are." Nyla said.

"Sweet! I call dibs on Jack's tongue," she said, throwing off her robe, and literally jumping onto my face.

This was the third time that I had partied with the Terrible Trio, but it was the first time that Nyla had joined us as well. It was an interesting social experiment, watching them with her. She was clearly the alpha in this group, and they all deferred to her. While Chloe apparently enjoyed my oral sex technique, Nyla called the shots, directing where Gabby and Lucy should sit, who should touch who, and she had right of first refusal on my cock, which she exercised immediately. While Chloe kept my face occupied, Nyla chose to ride my hard dick, climbing on top of me, reverse cowgirl style, her back to Chloe's. This was because she wanted to watch Gabby and Lucy play, with my cock stuffed in her. She'd instructed Gabby and Lucy to 69, and she watched the two girls lovingly drive each other crazy with their tongues. After a few minutes of this, she got up off my dick, told Chloe to hop on, and she decided to lay next to me, kissing me deeply, while Chloe bounced on my cock and watched the Gabby and Lucy show. After coming up for air, the pair decided to change positions, and began scissoring while making out. I was fortunate that the angle we were laying at on the couch afforded me a great view of those two. I had Nyla right next to me, showering me with kisses, and I could see my fat cock sliding in and out of Chloe while her pig tails bobbed up and down, and just to my right, Gabby and Lucy were driving each other right to the brink of a pair of earth shattering orgasms.