This work is inspired by "The Reward" by Azil.
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The next several months went by in a blur as I settled into my new normal. At home, things were basically as they had always been with my family, aside from my not asking for sex anymore. Things with Charlie actually seemed to improve without the weight of differing expectations in that area in the way, and I felt we were closer than ever. Sarah seemed to be quite popular, or at least the pool was, and she hung out around the house more often, both with longtime friends and with some people I hadn't seen before. Despite her protestations, it did veer close to party territory a few times, and I did occasionally have to angry parent.
As the weather got colder, the pool started getting used less. I didn't feel like being a waste of space half the year, so from then on my backyard was always perfect weather for swimming, regardless of what was going on outside of it. It was cool to be sitting in a calm oasis when a hurricane was going past outside, the winds and rains just stopping at an arbitrary line projected upwards from my fence. To keep the people from trying to hide out in my yard during storms, though, I most couldn't realize this.
Beth was a regular feature of my life now. When my family was home, she was the neighbor who was friends with both Charlie and I; when my family was out, we were going hot and heavy all over each. Often whatever family was at my house was barely out the door before Beth had my dick out, but nothing happened when anyone else was home. Although Beth was unconcerned if they they happened to see peripherally, like from across the street, she wouldn't initiate anything with them around intentionally, and took great pains to avoid 'getting caught'. Letting her rush sometimes was fun it it's own way. I hung around her house as well, though not when Mike was home since we didn't really get along. Initially we kept our romps at her place confined to midday hours when Melissa was at school; even though she didn't see anything wrong about her daughter knowing we were fucking, she still was uncomfortable with doing it with her around. I found over time there could be odd little discontinuities in my commands like that.
This all changed early one afternoon. Beth was riding me on the couch, her boobs swaying up and down as she thrust on me as I sat there enjoying her tight cunt.
"Tom fuck!" she cried. "So good. So big, so thick, stretching me!" she cried, as usual enjoying dirty talk almost as much as the fuck itself. "Fucking ppound me so good you stud!"
"Hi mom, Mr. Mallory," came a female voice from the front door. Beth froze solid, eyes wide and my dick halfway into her. Melissa was closing the front door, casually putting her coat on the rack next to mine as her mom stared slack jawed and red faced at her. "The school lunch gave some people food poisoning, so we let out early today," Melissa added, grabbing the backpack she had set down and heading to her room.
"Melissa!!" Beth shrieked. "I uhh... I mean... I AHHHH!" she cried, first in shock and then in pleasure as I decided to thrust up into her. "Tom! I mean MellisaaAAAAAAh..." she cried again, trying to object but my hard thrusting just made her moan again. Melissa nonchalantly threw her bag into her room, then went over to the kitchen, not sparing us a glance. I saw Beth's eyes tracking her daughter as she began to put together a sandwich, paying us no mind as I continued to pound her mother from below, our flesh smacking loudly. "Tom... Ah Toooooommm... We shouldn't AHHHHH!!!" She cried out I thrust particularly hard and deep. "Mellisssaaa caan seee!!" she tried again.
Melissa finished her sandwich and moved to the table. "Do you mind if I watch?" she asked us. This time both of us reacted in surprise, but she just held up the TV remote questioningly. In the instant before she had noticed though, Beth had thrust down on me hard.
"Oh Tom TOOOOOOOMMMM!" Beth cried, beginning to fuck down on me. "Oh Oh Sure honey whatever you want we don't MIIINNNNNND! Oh Tom yes harder!" she replied, half to Melissa, who turned on the TV, and half to me. "More Tom MORE MAKE ME CUM TOM CUMMING SO GOOD TOM AHHHHHH!!!" Beth came harder than I had ever seen her before, as Melissa nonchalantly bit into her sandwich while paging through netflix, Beth slamming herself down on me, grinding back and forth as her pussy miked me hard. "Oh Tom so good..." she groaned as she collapsed backward and lay across me, breathing hard.
"Did you have anything you wanted to watch?" Melissa asked after couple minutes of browsing. "Nothing new, so I guess I'll do some homework," she added with a shrug.
"No, I think we are good," I replied. She killed the TV, grabbed the plate with the rest of her sandwich on it, and headed to her room, unconcerned her fully impaled mother had gotten her breath back and begun to grind on me again as she watched her daughter leave the room. Melissa didn't bother closing the door, and so did her homework while listening to the sound of flesh smacking on flesh repeatedly and Beth screaming in pleasure.
At one point, after cumming particularity loudly, Beth, looking a little embarrassed, yelled "Melissa, honey, we're not too loud are we?"
"It's fine mom," she yelled back. "I'm glad you're having a good fuck. I know you and dad have been fighting recently and you deserve to have some fun."
I pulled her down and latched onto a boob and sucked, Beth laughing. She pulled off and pushed me onto my back, flipped over, and licked my dick as I stuck my tongue into her. "Alright honey. Thanks for understanding how much mommy needs her cunt fucked and sucked," she replied, getting even wetter at talking to her daughter like that and making me even harder as she switched to swallowing my cock.
With Melissa being around no longer an issue, I increased the amount of time I spent over at Beth's house fucking her. Quite often, I simply walked in and fucked Beth as the mother-daughter pair carried on a mostly coherent conversation. I was quite turned on to hear Beth breathlessly conversing about mundane things, like shopping lists, chores, or homework in between moans as I had her doggy style over the dining room table as excoriated me to do her harder and faster. Melissa never had any issue with it, except for sometimes holding her food off the table if there was a spill hazard. We even did it on Melissa's bed, right next to her, as she did her homework, both of us making a halfhearted effort to help between moaning. Seeing Melissa next to me in a t-shirt and jeans, laying on her own bed propped on her elbows working without a care while I thrust in and out of her mother just made me fuck Beth all the harder. I imagined doing Melissa as well, but I doubted Beth would be OK with that (enjoying her daughter seeing her fucking and having me fuck her daughter while she watched were two different things) and I didn't want to change her any more than needed.
Not to say that I was only fucking Beth; I was doing it everywhere. I got off on seeing others fucking (especially if they wouldn't normally) just as much as fucking myself, though I was careful to always be sure everyone underage left. In restaurants, I would go in for lunch and leave the place after an orgy (Diana's diner was a favorite of mine, and every time I left there were more of her). When I went movie theaters, the shows would become porno versions, with the audiences fucking and the movies' cast occasionally walking out of the screen to join in if we needed more people. I even tried out a few more prostitutes, making them want it rather than just me paying them; you would be surprised how much better they are when they care about pleasure instead of getting you to cum quickly so they can get to the next client.
After the first few days I made it so I and anyone I fucked would just be instantly clean and presentable when done, and any 'sexual destruction' that occurred (clothing destroyed, things flung off tables, broken furniture, etc.) was undone, because constantly hunting for showers and manually cleaning up was a pain. Sometimes I would put everything back to normal with no one remembering after I was done, other times they would remember it but not think it odd.
I also enjoyed setting up little pockets of continuing fun around town, though nothing too major. A bar in a local hotel became a permanent unnoticed orgy; people would walk over to the bar to get drinks, not noticing the customers thrusting and moaning all around them, then as soon as they reached the bar, rather than asking for drink, their clothes would explode off of them and they would grab the nearest person or group and get to fucking, all while no one in the lobby with a full view of the bar noticed anything (the hotel conveniently never had any underage guests after I set this up), and after cumming a few times they would be instantly redressed and go about their business. The local wishing well became amenable to actually granting very specific wishes; doctors specializing in breast enhancement or impotence suddenly found the Austin area highly unprofitable. Several restaurants got expanded menus and separate seating for families. Local strip clubs lost their no touching rules, although I didn't go so far as to turn them into full on brothels. Department store dummies cam alive (still clearly plastic but warm an supple like flesh, but with with proper heads because headless bodies would be freaky), posing and enticing people to buy products and of course serving the customers in any way they might ask. I considered doing the weather girl live on air, but I was worried it might be hard to manage the fallout. The average attractiveness in the area went up in general, as I tended to 'pay for' my fun with physical enhancements to those involved.
I was still going to work sometimes, but only actually did my job when I wanted to. Other times, I would pass the time watching movies, trying out video games, watching Netfucks for ideas, or fucking the staff. I particularly got off on seeing everyone going about their business around me while I fucked someone over their work, or on a conference table in the middle of a meeting, or while they were on the phone with a client. I made sure Sharon didn't register anything, even if I fucked someone on her desk right next to her, knocking her work and computer to the floor, as I wanted to see if/how she might seduce me on her own.