"Oh Joshua!" Martha cooed softly in the early morning hours. She had awakened rather horny, and Damien was all the more willing to see to her needs. "You like that pussy don't you, baby?" she asked keeping her voice down. She had no wish to awaken her daughters while she fucked her son. This was her night, a night she might add had been one blissful event after another aside from the woman from the museum. The rest of the day turned out so spectacular even that event couldn't sour her mood. "Your mother is always going to take care of you like I should have when I was younger," Martha said lovingly as she looked down at Damien.
"Does that include the two o'clock fucking?" Damien asked his hands resting on her hips as his mother rocked on his cock.
"Oh yes! I can't allow this wonderful cock of yours to go to waste when my sweet cunt is all the more willing to entertain it," Martha said through ragged breathes as she softly kissed him. "Plus I didn't hear any complaints when I eased this cock into my pussy that you're currently stretching," she said moving her hips faster to bring her son over the edge.
"Well..." Damien began to say only to bite his lip against the sensation of his mother's cunt.
"Oh, are you about to cum, baby?" Martha asked teasingly. "That's okay my sweet boy, cum inside of me, Joshua. That is where your delicious cum will always belong," she said squeezing her folds, all so she could feel her son's spunk filling her eager womb.
"Joshua? Would you mind if we each went separately to get our dress' and rings?" Martha asked as she rest against him. Her cheek nuzzling his shoulder as her mind became enthralled by how her body hummed after their love making.
"Sure," Damien said yawning.
"Good," Martha said looking up at him. Inching towards his lips, her breasts brushed along his chest as she kissed him softly. "Now you go back to sleep we have a big day ahead of us," she said looking into her son's eyes as she reached over to switch off the light.
"Damien?! How does this dress make me look?" Lynn asked doing a slow twirl as she stood on the raised platform.
"Beautiful," Damien said his eyes ran down his half-sister's body.
"Really?!" Lynn said blushing hard as she looked down at him. "If say this was our honeymoon what..." Yelping as Damien plucked her off of the platform. Giggling as he held her aloft, her hands rested on his shoulders as she stared down into his eyes. Her body trembled it brushed against his as Damien sat her down. Her heart raced, her nerves were on edge as his right hand brushed along her left cheek weaving through the strands of her hair inching her lips closer to his. Her eyes fluttered, a soft moan filled her mouth as their lips touched. Pressing her body against her brother's as she sank into their kiss. Neither heard the seamstress entering the room, clearing her throat causing the two of them to jump.
"I didn't mean to intrude," the middle age woman said with a thick Italian accent. "But if you wish for this dress to be ready in such a short time, I'm going to have to ask the two of you to save that for later."
"When she's gone, I'm going to take you around the world in the changing room," Lynn whispered lustfully into his ear.
"So young lady it's a big day for you," the woman mumbled around the pins in her mouth.
"Mmmhmm," Lynn nodded as she ran her hands down her chest. Loving how the dress lifted up her small breasts. Winking at Damien in the mirror seeing how his eyes lingered on her cleavage.
"Are you ready to be a wife to that handsome man?" she asked in a low whisper.
"Oh yes," Lynn nodded vehemently, "Damien, is everything I could ever hope for," she said dreamily.
"I was like you all bright eyed when I was proposed to," the woman chuckled, "I do hope he won't turn out like the ass I was married to. A pretty young lady shouldn't have a problem keeping that man home and not bed hopping like...well that's neither here or there," she said pinning the hem of her dress.
"My Damien is a good man," Lynn said looking directly at him in the mirror, "I trust him to tell me if there was another woman that he fell for," she said knowing that wouldn't ever be the case. Not when she, her sister, and mother would be forever sharing his bed and heart.
"Well, I do hope the two of you have a happy life with one another," the seamstress said pinning the hem of the dress a few aches above Lynn's ankle.
"Oh, I plan on making sure my Damien has everything he will ever need at the house," Lynn said with all serenity she could muster.
"Spoken like a wife-to-be," the seamstress chuckled, "there that should do it," she said adding the last pin. "Now, I should have the dress ready by Thursday, will that alright with you?"
"That will be fine," Damien said unzipping his sister's gown.
"Then I shall leave the two of you be," the seamstress said with a coy smile.
"Now, that she is gone," Lynn send standing before her brother in a pearl white lace bra and panties. Placing her hands on her hips, smirking at her brother knowing how her lips hungered for his. "Damien, your sister needs to feel your kiss," Lynn said running her hands up his chest. Enjoying the feel of his hard muscles underneath her touch. Standing on her toes, her lips inching ever closer to his. Her nerves were on fire as she felt his hands brushing along her shoulder blades, her eyes flaring as Damien slyly unhooked her bra. She tried to hide how her body trembled as Damien gently brushed the straps off of her shoulders. Her tongue rolled inside of his mouth tasting the man she had fallen in love with. Her mind flashed back to the first time she had met her half-brother. To the time where she had given her virginity to him. To the other day where he made love to her on the lap of a statue of some long-forgotten goddess. Each time that she was in his arms it only reinforced the fact that she had made the right decision.
None of the boys she had dated before their flight from her former home ever made her feel so wanted, so desired, so irresistibly drawn to them like she was with Damien. She knew he was hiding something from them. Like how he could afford the villa they were staying at or afford that mansion of his. However, whatever it was she prayed it wasn't too dangerous. She didn't know what she'd do if something were to happen to Damien. Although she did know one thing there would never be another man like Damien. She doubted anyone could ever truly replace him.
Lynn moaned into her brother's mouth as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her swollen lips as he reached in-between her ass cheeks. Softly biting down on Damien's lower lip as her labia parted as he ran his middle finger along her moist slit.
"Damien, I doubt we have much time. So fuck me hard and fast," Lynn said in a wanton purr. Yelping in surprise as he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks lifting her off the floor. Feeling the fabric of her panties sliding off to the side as she wrapped her legs around her brother. Hearing the sound of his zipper lowering as Damien held her aloft. Sucking in a breath as he ran the head of his cock through her lips before she sank down on that hard pole of his. Her eyes fluttered as that steel rod filled her to the brim. Feeling her slickness coating that hot, hard phallus of his as Damien lifted and lowered her in quick plunges.
"Yes, fuck me brother," Lynn whispered hungrily, "fuck yes! God, I love this cock of yours, Damien," she hissed low. Her lips captured his to keep her moans from alerting those that worked in that bridal shop. Although she doubted, they couldn't smell the sex that was filling the air of their store. She was just glad she had someone like Damien to love, to cherish, to hold throughout their long years they would have together she hoped and prayed. "Now come on soldier and fill your sister's womb with that hot spunk of yours," Lynn commanded hearing her juices dripping down onto the floor.
"We're home!" Lynn called out joyously as they entered the villa.
"Damien!" Amber shouted in joy as she rushed into his arms as the front door closed behind him. "I've missed you!" she said rubbing her cheek against his chest as she hugged him tightly. "Please tell me it's my turn now?!" Amber asked looking up at him. Her eyes studying that handsome face of his. Knowing how splendid it looked planted in-between her thighs. Also how well her hot pussy juice looked when it was dripping off of his chin when he came up for air.
"Sure," Damien said looking down at his watch.
"Damien, before you leave again there's something that I wish to talk to you about," Martha said wiping her hands dry after washing the dishes they used after their meal.
"Okay," Damien said eyeing his mother.
"Amber, if you would," Martha said touching her daughter's shoulder lightly, "I shall try not to take too much time with him," she said shooting Amber a coy smile.
"Okay," Amber pouted as she pulled away, "just don't take all day," she huffed crossing her arms. "I want to see Italy with my man,
alone
," Amber said emphasizing the last word eyeing her sister and mother.
"Amber, don't be mad, there is enough of Damien to go around," Lynn said eyeing her half-brother lustfully. Feeling her nipples harden as her pussy throbbed as his cum dripped onto her panties.
"Yes, your brother is fit enough to keep up with our growing appetite," Martha said salaciously. While she no longer feared the unwanted pregnancy due to having her tubes tied after her twins were born. Yet the idea of carrying her own son's child had crossed her mind a few times since she had taken her son as her lover. She was a little envious and jealous of her daughters that they would get to experience the thrill of carrying their love child in their wombs. Nonetheless she was excited to become a grandmother. She just hoped that nothing would ever happen to them.
"True," Amber sighed her hand lavishing on Damien's taut chest.
"Come with me Damien," Martha cooed reaching for her son's left hand. Leading Damien across the villa away from the prying ears of her daughters. Damien huffed as Martha pushed him against the wall. Her tongue darting into his mouth as her hands traveled up his chest. Hooking her left leg around his right as Martha sank into the bliss of that passionate kiss. "God, Damien," Martha said breathlessly, "why do you have to be so irresistible to me?" she asked only wanting to strip off her clothes and allow her son to pound her into oblivion.