Plans Fail Plans Change

The next morning, I had work again. I kissed both of my sisters before getting up. I scooted them together to cuddle in my bed. So damn cute and sexy. Then, I repeated yesterday's prep with more time to grab cereal before heading out for the day. My day goes like many others at the store--periods of super busy, to slow, and even dead. Eventually, my full shift was over, and I headed home. I looked forward to getting home to my family. That hasn't been the case as strongly until this last week.

I get home and am a little disappointed to find the place empty. I decided to do some laps, changed into my trunks again, and hit the pool. I dive in and start doing a couple of slow laps to get warmed up, then add a little speed. I do ten more laps, and as I finish, another body hits the pool in a smooth dive. As I lean against the side, I watch Mom cut through the water just as sleek as her daughters. She does a few warm-up laps, too, then stops by me.

She stands up and moves to me, saying, "Good afternoon, Petey." She giggles, then continues, "Feel up to doing a few more laps with your old Mom?" She slips right up to me, wrapping herself tightly to me before kissing me hard and grinding on my hardening cock.

"Sure, I'll join you, Mom, but first, you're Not old. Second, if you keep rubbing on me like that, you're going to ruin my aerodynamic body." To get a little even, with one hand, I pinch a nipple, and the other, I slide into her bottoms and finger her pussy a few strokes, then pull out.

Mom moans at both, then says, "After our laps, Peter, I need you to fuck me again. Dad will be home late tonight, and I need you."

I grin and reply, "Yes, Mommy." We chuckle together, then line up at one end, push off, and do five more laps.

After the laps, we slip to the shallow end and the stairs like yesterday to catch our breaths. After a few minutes of companionable silence, I look at Mom. I then slip my arm around her waist and pull her into my lap, facing me. We look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then I lean in and kiss my mother like a lover. Our tongues immediately intertwine, and we kiss passionately for several minutes. My hands slip inside her bikini bottoms, cupping her luscious ass kneading it. Mom moans, almost a low growl. I then pull my hands out and untie her top first, then her bottoms, setting both parts to the side. Mom then sits there in my lap, completely nude, grinding on my cock even harder. I lift her slightly in my lap and tug my trunks down and off. I settle Mom down directly on my stiff cock, and she slides right down with a louder moaning growl.

"Oh Fuck Yes, Petey."

I move us up the steps to clear the pool water but otherwise stay buried in my Mom's hot cunt. "Bounce on me, Mom, fuck yourself with my cock. I'm gonna Breed you just like my sisters."

"Oh Jesus, Peter, don't say that. It makes me want you to do that. Oh Fuck."

Mom sets her feet on the step and begins to bounce on my cock. Soon, with the dirty talk, she is very close.

I then say, "Do you want me to fill you so full of my cum Mom you do get knocked up by your own son?"

"Oh, Jesus Christ. More than anything now." She replies, bouncing faster and harder.

"How about if Dad and I spit roast you like Harry and Mr. Sanchez? Would you like that? Maybe shove a dildo into your beautiful ass and make you air-tight Mom." She wails and cums hard, squirting just a bit at the imagery I put into her head. She stops bouncing, riding out her orgasm, breathing hard.

When she comes down, I start rocking my hips, just moving an inch or so but stimulating her overheated cunt. "Jesus, Peter, your dirty talk is awesome, and you fuck so well. No wonder your sisters want to keep at it with you."

"It's because we love each other, Mom. Just like you and I now. We won't be stopping anytime soon, I don't think. Will we, Mom?"

"No, I don't think so. It's just too hot. Fucking my own son. Him telling me he is going to breed me. Jesus, you are so dirty, and I love it." I grin at my mother's compliment.

She pulls back and asks wide-eyed, "Would you actually do that, Petey? Fuck your own mother to put a baby in me?"

"As truly Hot that thought is and the same with my sisters, I don't think so, Mom. Your career is doing great, and you love it. I wouldn't want to ruin that for you. Or ruin my sister's future. Patty really loves animals, and I truly think she will be a great Vet. While Ray is going for a more tech-savvy track, she also loves her work with computers and coding. I couldn't do that to them or you." But I then look at her with a lusty gleam in my eyes and say, "But I will continue to tease you and them with that. Just the thought of having your own son or their brother knocking you up and giving you that swollen belly is pretty hot."

Mom moans. "Take me to your bed, Peter. I need you to fuck me good and hard and breed me. Fuck me so good you put that baby belly on me."

I stand with Mom, still impaled on my cock. I walk us into the house, not caring about the dripping water. I walk into my room, stopping next to my bed. I lift her off my cock and surprise her by tossing her onto the bed. She squeals, and I dive on my mother, I attack her sweet pussy, and she gets off in minutes. I swiftly move up her hot MILF body and impale her again and begin fucking my mother into my bed to loud moans and screams of her pleasure. When she cums a second time on my bed, I pull back and flip her to her knees and quickly begin pounding her pussy from behind.

Her moans and screams continue but less loudly as I push her face into a pillow. As my orgasm approaches, I say to her, "Get ready, Mom. Your Baby boy is going to fill you up with a massive creampie and Breed you like you want! Cum for me, Mom, as I fill your cunt and womb with my hot potent seed." She screams out, and even with the pillow is very loud as she cums harder than she ever has before, followed immediately by me filling her with a truly spectacular load. I fall forward across her back, pressing her deeper into my bed until moments later, I roll off, pulling her with me staying plugged into her leaking cunt, spooning her gently, calming her.

"Holy Christ, Peter, that was the best I've ever had. That's saying a lot after all the men and sex I've had. My son is truly a fucking STUD!" She says, still nearly breathless.

I grin behind her and say, "Thanks, Mom. It was pretty great for me, too. I think that might have been the biggest load I ever delivered, too--maybe enough to actually knock you up."

She moans again, then says, "Oh God, after that, I'd be okay with that, Peter. But I think your Dad might get pissed off. He has had a vasectomy and would know it's not his." I stroke in and out of Mom with the last of my deflating erection to serious squelching and slurping from her overfilled pussy. "My God, I'm so full I almost think I taste it."

Grinning, I pull her face around to face me, and after kissing her deeply, I say, "I could arrange that for you. Maybe as dessert after dinner?"

Mom kisses me again hard and, pulling back, replies, "Hell Yeah. Will you fuck me again too?"

"Didn't you say Dad will be home late, but won't he be home before that?"

She sighs and says, "I guess you're right, but I still want that load down my throat. I love sucking cock. Yours will be no exception, and after this afternoon, it will be well worth it even if your father catches us."

"If you want to tell him, it's okay if he won't mind. He doesn't seem to mind sharing you with your friends, so his son shouldn't be that much harder."

"Are you sure?" Mom asks.

"If it won't hurt him or you, I'm good. But one other thing, I did ask the girls about. I asked them if they would mind or think less of me if we did anything, and they said no, no problem. But they went on to say after I asked them about that with Dad, they both didn't want to. They want to maintain their 'Daddy's Girls' relationship. I agree that them having sex with Dad would definitely change that."

"What about Us, Petey? Does this change our relationship? You know, in a bad way?" Mom asks with a concerned look.

I grin at her. "Maybe in a kinky way, but not bad in the least. We have always been close, Mom. I have always been your 'Baby boy.' This new expansion of that is just an expansion, not a replacement. I love you, Mom, and I always will."

"I love you too, Peter Jackson Phillips. You're my Baby boy forever, no matter how old we get." We kiss tenderly, and at that moment, my cock slips from her pussy with a plop and a flood of our juices.

I look down and chuckle, "Well, there goes my bed again." Mom giggles as she can feel all that cum slipping from her snatch.

"Well, I guess that signals a trip to the shower, huh? Care to join me?" She asks with a naughty yet loving smile.

"I would love to. In your shower or my sister's?"

"The Master, of course, it has more room to fool around." She giggles, and I grin, leaning in to kiss her again. I get up and quickly grab a dirty shirt from the hamper, ironically, the one from Saturday night.

I hand it to Mom, saying, "To keep you from leaving a trail of evidence as we head to your bathroom."

Mom giggles, then replies, "Yeah, I still feel pretty full. Thank you, Pete. I love how you fuck me, not to mention how you love us all." She stands, holding the shirt to her crotch, and kisses me tenderly.

"Always Mom. Now, let's get cleaned up before my sisters get home." She just smiles and walks out ahead of me on the way to her shower swaying her ass provocatively. She looks over her shoulder at me and giggles.

We climb in the shower together, Mom dropping the shirt in the corner before looking up at me and smiling. I take her in my arms again. Then I surprise her and spin her around, pinning her to the glass shower enclosure and take her sweet pussy from behind with a renewed erection. She moans deeply as I enter her again, and I begin to pound her pussy like I know she loves, and we cum together quickly.

I fill her again, whispering, "Baby belly from your own son." She moans even louder as a fresh orgasm starts on top of the first one. I have to hold her up from slipping to the shower floor but enjoy the closeness with Mom, and she does as well. We kiss while we both recover.

Mom is decidedly tired after cumming hard six times in about an hour, one of those a double in the shower. We then gently clean each other using just our hands and soap to feel each other's skin slip beneath our touch. We enjoy our newfound relationship component and, after cleaning up, get out and dry off. Mom steps out to put on another lightweight summer dress. I head back to my room and, after throwing on a tee and shorts, pull the comforter from my bed and get it into the laundry, throwing a few other items in, including my trashed shirt from Mom's shower.

When I come out of the laundry, my sisters are just coming in through the front door. They see me and squeal and jump me for kisses. We kiss for a good minute, then break up to head over to the couch. When we turn to move, we see a grinning Mom leaning there just outside the kitchen.

"You guys are just so cute together." She sighs.

The girls stop and rush Mom and give her kisses and hugs, too. I just smile, watching the three most important women in my life. 'Wow, I am one lucky son of a bitch.' I can't resist stepping up and hugging all three at once. They all sigh, and we stand there for a few extra seconds.

We pull apart, and Mom looks at us and then asks my sisters, "Which of you girls wants to help me make dinner?"

"I will, Mom. I don't help enough, and Ray does it so much. I should do better." Says Patty, smiling at Mom and our sister.

"Okay, How about suggestions for dinner and dessert?"

We all think, and then Ray speaks up, "I was thinking spaghetti, but after pizza last night, maybe not."

Patty nods, then suggests, "Do we have enough leftovers to make 'Garbage'?"

We all chuckle at the old joke about when we were younger, Dad saying, 'We need to clean this thing out, or it's all going to be garbage.' So Mom got creative and threw a bunch of partials of this and that into a hash-like meal, which was henceforth referred to as you 'garbage.' It turned out really good; occasionally, Mom would see the potential and make it again. It was never the same each time, but it was always good.

Mom and Patty chuckle and turn to the fridge to check on the ingredients. Smirking, I ask, "Do we have any Chocolate Creampie in the freezer Mom?"

Ray just moans at the thought. But Mom slings it right back, replying, "Yum, I'm always in the mood for a creampie. Check on that, Patty."

"Sure Mom. Wait, are you talking about a real pie or another kind of creampie?" That's when Patty notices Mom's hair is still a little damp from the shower. "Did you guys have sex this afternoon?"

Mom smiles, "Your brother is a bonafide Stud, girls." I just grin broadly. Mom continues, "He gave me three creampies this afternoon, and the middle one gave me both the biggest orgasm I have ever had and also the largest load I think I've ever taken. Now that's saying something." Ray and Patty both look at me amazed.

I shrug and say, "It was a Very good afternoon." We all laugh.

Ray pulls me to the living room couch and asks me for details. That's while Mom and Patty look for ingredients and talk about it, too, Mom grinning at me occasionally over her shoulder. Meanwhile, I fill in Ray on the afternoon's events from the pool to my bedroom to finally in the shower. She asks what made it so hot. I chuckle and tell her about teasing Mom about 'Breeding' her. Ray gasps but grins broadly, remembering what it did for her and Patty. We kissed a little bit, enjoying the closeness and the tenderness she and I shared.

After a good half hour, Mom and Patty have the 'Garbage' finished, and everything else is nearly ready. Ray and I hopped up and set the table for us all, including setting a place for Dad in case he made it home soon for dinner. Dad does make it home, but just a bit too late to really join us for dinner. But to be a good wife Mom had made sure to plate him up some of our meal as we all grabbed our first platefuls, so he can get some when he gets there. We are mostly done eating when Dad arrives, but we all stay at the table while Dad eats just to be together.

After dinner, the little leftovers are put away, and the dishes are cleaned. Everyone gathered in the living room for more TV family time--another happy evening with more competition, with me and the girls barely edging out our parents. We slip over to Netflix after seeing primetime sucked like normal in the summer. We watch another Adam Sandler movie, and when the lovey scenes start, the girls and I and our parents start kissing gently. Dad finally sees how I am with 'his Girls' and smiles--after that, kissing Mom more passionately but soon returning to a more romantic make-out session.

Many other evenings end the same way over the next couple of weeks, sometimes one of the twins spending the night, more than a few times both, and only a few times when neither does. Twice, Mom slips in with Dad's blessing. She had told him about us, and he smiled, saying, "Good, I could use the rest."

Soon enough, Dad came to me and told me they would have another 'social engagement' and requested that we make ourselves scarce. I tell him I'll let the Twins know, too. He nods and walks off. I remember their cryptic conversation from the other night. An idea comes to me, and if it's that weekend, this being Tuesday, I need to work fast. I move around the house, counting up the quantity of items I will need for the suitable locations. I go over to our local Best Buy and get what I need. It takes me two days to get everything set up and running.

When Friday night comes, and we all head out, my stated plans were to head over to spend time with Chaz and Denny. Instead, I pop into a local under-21 bar for a few hours. While there, I texted my sisters off and on to see what they were up to, but not a lot, as it turns out. They went to one of their swim teammates' houses to spend, you guessed it, much of the time in their pool. When I figured the shenanigans were well underway, I went home.

I quietly went into the house like before. I was a little disappointed no one was making use of the kitchen table. It's probably better there wasn't, though. I think I was lucky not to get spotted last time. I checked my room quietly. No one was there, so I checked my setup and found it was operating perfectly. Once I was satisfied, I went creeping about the house casually. Just like before, the living room was an active zone of fornication. I saw Dad there with someone on top of him riding cowgirl, and it might have been Becky. Whoever it was was very enthusiastic either way.

I checked each bedroom and even the girls' bathroom for activity. Everywhere was occupied due to the noises coming from inside each. I made my way down to the Twins' bedrooms and heard Mom in Patty's room again, thoroughly enjoying whoever was with her. I stepped over to Ray's room just as the door opened, and a man stepped out but with his back to me. I heard a voice I recognized immediately and knew this was who Mom and Dad were referring to.

She was saying, "Send in the next cock, I need more."

He begins to close the door, and right before it latches, I say from behind him, "I got this. Thanks." He shrugs with a glance over his shoulder but doesn't see me as I step around him into the room. I flick off the lights as I step in and then close and lock the door. I hear that voice say, "Ooo, a surprise creampie for my bucket. Yeeesss."

I strip down and step closer to the bed but say quietly. "It's only a surprise for a little bit, Dear..." I step back to the light switch, but before I flick the light on, I hear Mom coming out from across the hall. And with the lights off, I quickly open the door, grab Mom by the hair, and drag her in. I close the door and relock it to an excited squeal from Mom. I hold her by the hair in front of me between the voice and the door. I flick on the light and say, "The surprise is almost over, Dear." She squeals just like Mom in excitement.

With a shit-eating grin, I slip from behind Mom, putting a hand over her mouth. I say to the voice, "Having a good time, Aunt Carrie?" There lay my mother's younger sister, Carrie, naked and her legs spread, displaying her cunt covered in what is obviously multiple cum loads. Carrie just freezes, and Mom gasps under my hand. I whisper to Mom, "Just watch and don't speak, Mom." She nods, and I uncover her mouth as I step to the foot of the bed to look at my aunt. "So how many loads are in your 'Bucket' Aunt Carrie?" My grin takes on a decidedly wicked cast. She can't speak and just holds up four fingers. I then ask, "How many men so far?" She holds up six. "So you swallowed two then huh?" She nods, her eyes locked to mine wide with fear.

"Well, well. Who would have thought my Christian School Elementary teacher aunt is a cum whore, a Cum Bucket for lots of men. What's the most you've taken before Aunt Carrie?"

She swallows hard and croaks out, "T-ten. You're not g-g-gon-na tell any-any-anybody, are you PJ?"

"It depends, Aunt Carrie, if we can make a deal, but before that. I need some information, okay? How often do you do this, let a bunch of men use you as a Cum bucket?"

"O-only when we have these g-get togethers."

My aunt is the prototypical Christian Elementary School lady. She even wears a cardigan with the eyeglasses on a chain, long skirts well below her knees, but rarely to her ankles. Most everything makes her seem shapeless, but when she's over for family pool parties with us, her figure is just as good as her sister's, curvy in all the right places. Hers isn't quite as tight as Mom's, but she eats right and takes regular walks to stay in shape. She is the same height as my mother, at 5'7", but her hair was just the opposite in coloration, more red than brown with lighter red highlights. Her breasts are slightly more perky as having not had children like Mom. To say she is a vision lying there naked is highly accurate.