Welcome back, folks.
It's been awhile, hasn't it? I know why you're here, so I'll just get to it.
Thanksgiving at my house promised to be fun.
I should have known better.
With the Estradas, there would be minimal worries. Keeping the younger kids away from the grown-up things presented the biggest challenge. As you well know, grown-up things would indeed be happening.
Fun fact-Poinsettia is the color lipstick that Lucia Estrada prefers. It's another fancy word describing a red, almost violet color. I know this because three or four rings are smudged around my cock after she gives me a blowjob. I am officially hooked on those blowjobs.
Rosie's relationship with her mother was more intense than I thought. Not that I minded. It was excellent that Rosie let her freak flag fly, as it were. Her mother's growing obsession with her daughter was something I found quite titillating. Listening to Rosie recount their sexual liaisons while I'm fucking either her, Mother, or Julia was a pleasant touch. By now, her stories aroused my mother, whose bisexual urges were intensifying, given the way she treated Rosie and Julia. Concerning Rosie; I see the way she looks at Mother. She is seems deeply smitten. I want to speak to her about it, but I'm content to wait for her to come to me. It's rewarding and exciting to see them treat each other like newlyweds and hear them talking dirty to each other. It's straight-up-filthy, and I approve.
I know something Rosie doesn't. Mother saw me as a husband, and I wondered if she'd ever be able to feel that way about someone else. I wonder if both Rosie and Mother could live with that. If they came to an agreement, I could see them cementing their own relationship.
What Rosie didn't know was how valuable I now saw her. Rosie made Julia look... obsolete by comparison. Not that Julia was a bust, per se. It was that Rosie was making her look that way because of how fucking outstanding she was. Rosie was my partner-in-crime and my love-slave, and an enthusiastic lover of Mother. In short, she was family.
I would have Ken and, of course, Rosie in my corner, helping me out. She knew what I was up to, and basically had to help, even though I don't think her heart was in it. I understood. Two hot blonds entering the picture, one of which might be my future wife. There was bound to be some jealousy.
I had an immediate problem, which was three victims and only one pair of binoculars. It was time for me to make a choice. Like most things, while I agonized over whom to concentrate my efforts on, the decision was made for me.
I had just pulled out of Julia after depositing a fresh load into her pussy. My third and I intended to be last of the night. Rosie and Mother were locked in a tender sixty-nine position, which was hot.
"Clean me, Slave," I commanded Julia, who obediently slurped on my cock, licking and sucking with abandon. It wasn't quick, but I felt that Julia's training was coming along. She loved her collar more than Mother and Rosie; I chalked that up to individual differences.
Spent, I laid down, offering an arm to Julia, who readily took it, nuzzling into me.
"Slave-Julia," I said, "Tell me, who will cum first between Mother and Rosie?"
The frequency of Mother's moans and the wet slurping noises coming from mouth and cunt told me someone was cumming soon.
"Rosie, Master."
"Why Rosie, Slave-Julia?" I asked, genuinely curious.
Julia whispered into my ear. "Because she loves slave-mommy."
Well, that told me a few things. One, Julia was learning more than she let on, which was a good thing. Two, she was sneaky.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed it playfully. She responded by molding her body further into me and licking my chin.
"Did you want to fuck me again, Master?" she asked.
"Thank you for the offer, Slave-Julia," I said. "You may finger yourself while watching your slave sisters pleasure each other."
"It feels better when you use your fingers, Master," she whispered into my ear.
I maneuvered my hand around from squeezing the tight globe of her ass, to between her legs from her backside. Inserting both my index and middle finger, I felt her sigh as she began moving her hips in little circles.
"That's good, Master. Oh! Rosie's about to cum, Master. She's making the face."
Again, Julia was astute. Rosie had a face she made. It ranked up there with one of the most erotic things one can see. Before we met, she was a barely eighteen, looking forward to college virginal daughter of a tight-knit catholic family who believed several things were a sin.
You know the rest. I believe I explained last entry how incredible Rosie's cum face is, and it was forming on her even now. It was going to be a close thing, though, because mother was getting louder as she moaned into her younger lover's eager snatch. It would be close indeed.
Julia was right, of course. Rosie's face contorted in glee and she doubled down on Mother's cunt, which caused her to go over the edge. The two women lay on their sides, their bodies contorting against the other, trembling and shaking. Mother half moaned, half sobbed.
"God, Rosie, you are getting so much better at eating cunt," Mother said.
"I must have had a wonderful teacher," Rosie said, moving her sweaty body around until both women were cum-soaked face to cum-soaked face.
"You smell like me," Mother said, before sticking out her tongue. Rosie dove for it with her mouth, and the two tried to devour each other passionately. I personally loved the chemistry they shared. They were clearly happy together and I would not do a damn thing to change that.
Mother finally noticed an audience and moved up to nestle in on the other side of me. She moved her head over my chest, sticking her tongue out again towards Julia. It was Mother's new power move, and it worked wonders. Julia automatically moved, opening her own mouth, bringing it around Mother's tongue, enveloping it, tasting Rosie's pussy, while mother got a taste of my cock. Once I knew they were finished, I stuck out my tongue, and Mother obediently took my tongue in her mouth.
"I love you, Mother," I said, after the kiss.
"I love you too, Casper," she said, looking deeply into my eyes.
I woke up a few hours later to an unfamiliar sound. Checking the bed, I noted Mother wasn't in it. Rosie and Julia both slept soundly.
It was the sound of mother crying. As soundlessly as I could, I crept towards the bathroom. We really didn't close and lock the bathroom door anymore when it was the four of us. There was no need. However, the door was both closed, and I will bet, locked.
I'm not the usual emotional sort, but the sound of my mother softly crying struck an emotional chord in me that made my heart ache for her. I stood there for some time, wondering what I could do to help her.
I heard her moving around and run some water and used the opportunity to retreat to bed. I heard her come back, getting in and moving into me. I embraced her, kissing her on the neck, cheek, and forehead.
"Casper?" she asked, her voice low.
"Mother. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You heard that?"
