This story is a continuation of Part 2, and all characters participating in sexual acts are 18 years or older. If you haven't read parts 1 & 2, most of this will not make sense, so I recommend you go back and read them first.
Well, I completed my freshman year at Emory with a GPA high enough to ensure my scholarship another year. Maggie graduated from the University of Georgia and is months away from marrying the love of her life, Bubba. The North Carolina Panthers traded Bubba to the Miami Dolphins. Miami was able to get Bubba by giving the Panthers two first-round draft picks. Maggie and Bubba sold their condo in Athens, Georgia, and bought one in Miami, Florida. They forfeited the lease on the apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina.
I moved home for the summer. Mom and I had continued our playful antics or whatever you want to call it into the last semester of my freshman year. I took only morning classes during the second semester and met Mom several afternoons a week at home for a nice roll-in-the-sack. Mom loved the way I ate her pussy and told me so. I almost ask her if I was as good as Becky, her personal assistant (PA), but I never got the nerve. Dad never got home before six o'clock in the evening, and I was usually back on campus by then. Mom was still fucking Dad's brains out any time he wanted, so I felt no guilt for taking my share of her overactive libido. When I moved home for the summer, Mom's libido seemed to shift into overdrive, and she was giving Dad and me more sex than we could handle. She also continued to meet with her PA, Becky, often over the summer for sex.
Several months after settling in Miami, Maggie moved back to Marietta for two months to plan her wedding with Mom's help. Bubba stayed in Miami with the team but flew into Marietta occasionally to be with Maggie. I watched them together from the attic when the time was right. Maggie and I also found time to have sex many evenings leading up to her wedding. It wasn't as regular as it was previously, but still, it was a lot. She seemed to be hornier than our Mom. I still fucked Mom as often as I could, which was not as often as I wanted because Maggie was in the house. With Maggie back in our house, the danger of getting caught was great. I didn't wish for either, knowing I was fucking the other, and I am sure they felt the same.
When Bubba was visiting in Marietta, I once spoke with him about his new contract with Miami. He wouldn't give me many details other than it was much more lucrative than his contract with North Carolina. At Miami, he would be the first alternate back-up behind the starting quarterback. His annual salary increased substantially over the Panther salary. He had told me that his first year in the NFL, the panthers guaranteed him four hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars a year.
I asked him how it felt to have millions of dollars in the bank. I pictured him with a healthy bank account loaded with money. That's when he explained how an NFL contract worked. He didn't receive millions of dollars on the front end. He told me that much of the millions quoted by the sports media was what was referred to as dead money. It was there if he met specific parameters. His sports agent received a portion of the total contract value, and then millions of dollars went into insurance policies for him but were counted in the contract's total value. And if he were injured, one insurance policy paid his guaranteed salary. Millions of dollars went into an annuity to pay his retirement if an injury forces him to give up his career. He was substantially rewarded but nothing near what the media made out. Most players did well, but they needed financial advisors to help them realize their greatest economic potential. Bubba launched into a tirade about hiring tax advisors, investment advisors, and lawyers. I finally found a reason to end our discussion and never brought it up again. I still considered him rich but not as wealthy as I first thought.
Our house seemed to always be in total chaos that summer while plans came together for Maggie and Bubba's wedding. They didn't plan a huge wedding, but still, it had everything in turmoil. Bubba was busy with his team for much of the summer. Maggie chose not to hire a wedding planner, so Mom and she planned the wedding together.
Even though school was out for the summer, Mom found it necessary to meet Becky at her office several times a month. Out of curiosity, I decided to hack Mom's computer while she was in her office. It was as I suspected; Mom and Becky were still getting it on. I was reasonably sure Becky was bl-sexual and not a hardcore lesbian because she was dating many masculine guys who were rich and handsome. She always had a full calendar of dates.
The last time I hacked in on them, I got quite a shock. Both Mom and Beck were stark naked. Mom was seated in her high back swivel chair, and Becky straddled her lap. They were passionately kissing and rubbing their hard nippled breast against each other. Becky was rocking and moving in Mom's lap as though she was riding a man's cock. Both of them reached a powerful orgasm at the same time. Becky scrambled from Mom's lap and said, "Okay, my turn."
When Mom stood up, she was wearing an eight-inch strap-on cock. It was the kind that had an insertion that fit into the wearer's vagina so both could feel the effect of a cock simultaneously. I switched off before Mom straddled Becky's lap. I decided it was best to stop spying on them and let them enjoy whatever it was that kept bringing them together. I chose to believe that both were just two horny women who couldn't get enough sex, and it probably didn't matter if they were getting sex from a male or female.
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I had two hot women in my house, yet some nights I lay by myself awake and fantasizing one or both was right there with me while I stroked myself to orgasm. Some times late at night, I would often slip next door to Maggie's room, only to find her too exhausted for sex or already asleep. However, I knew Dad was still getting his share of sex from Mom because every time I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack, I could hear Mom's sexy moans. A couple of times, I was listening to them as Mom had one of her signature orgasms. I knew it wasn't right, but I would jack off in the kitchen while Mom sang her orgasm song and then spray my spunk in the sink. I now find myself getting hard every time I watched Mom fill the coffee pot with water at the kitchen sink.
One afternoon while Maggie met with her wedding cake designer, I strolled into the kitchen and found Mom leaning over, putting a roast in the oven. She was wearing tight shorts and a tee shirt. I couldn't resist the powerful temptation. I moved behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and while cupping her breasts in my hands, I pressed my hard cock to her butt. Mom giggled and wiggled her ass against my cock. She was braless, and her breasts felt wonderfully firm. I nibbled on her earlobe and tweaked her hard nipples.
Mom whirled around to face me and planted one of the wettest, juiciest hot kisses ever on my surprised lips. I moaned into her mouth when she gripped my cock through my gym shorts and said, "I have missed this hard cock of yours for the better part of a month."
I felt her warm breath on my neck; it was so soft and pleasing. I put my thumbs in her waistband and said, "Let's get rid of these shorts, and I will bend you over the kitchen table and remedy that situation right now."
"Oh, I would absolutely love that, honey, but Maggie could walk in at any moment," Mom cautioned.
"So let's go to my room, Mom," I countered.
"We can't do that, Sweetheart. It would be even harder to explain if she caught us together in your bedroom."
"On the contrary, Mom, my room is perfect. We can hear Maggie when she returns, and she won't come into my room without knocking. Once she is settled in her room, you can quietly slip back downstairs."
Mom thought a minute, then agreed with a simple nod. We were in my bed and naked within minutes. Mom was on top, smearing her wet juices over my bare stomach. She kissed me once on the lips, and again her breath was so soft and delightful as it flowed over my chest. Mom broke the kiss and made her way down my body, kissing down to my navel. She paused to circled my belly button with her tongue and then made her way back up to my chest. She nibbled and sucked hard on my nipples. Maybe sensitive nipples did run in our family because that felt so good I thought I might have an orgasm with only nipple play.
