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What Comes With The Territory Ch. 02-05

Chapter 2

"Vic, Amy?" Mom's voice called out to us, so we got dressed in a hurry, of course, as did Anastassia, of course.

We all enjoyed having our dirty little secret from Mom, as much as we loved her, naturally. She wasn't ready for home truths yet, was she? Then again, Victoria Lynne Brock, nee Silverman, widow of Andre Luc Habib and Gary Mellon Brock, was born at night, but probably not last night. Even with the wine and grief, she might well catch onto us, anyway. She wasn't exactly drunk coming back from Congregation Mitzvah on the Sabbath, of course.

"Hey, Mom, it's just ... us ... and Anastassia," I answered Mom, now that I was "decent," as some folks might put it.

"What were you doing that took that long to greet me, kiddo? Something naughty?" Mom winked at me in a way that made me wonder (for the thousandth time) if she really did know what I did with Amy and Anastassia.

"Very cute, Mom. Just like you," I flattered Mom to an extent, as her sorrows had aged her a bit of late.

Truth be told, though, Mom wasn't really that old in appearance. She just had some wrinkles and gray hairs caused by time and grief. To be fair, I was forty-three and she had me when she was nineteen, so that put her at sixty-two. For that age, she wasn't too badly off. She was close to retirement age, but had yet to give in to that urge. Some of that was that she loved her work as an advice columnist for a local rag. I often wondered about the advice that she gave, but no serious lawsuits happened, so perhaps she wasn't too bad at it. Then again, she got one or two death threats, that wasn't too shocking for her vocation.

"Flattery will get you ... everywhere, of course!" Mom burst into laughter, my playful flirtation helping to break the ice, "did you light the Shabbos candle?"

"No, Amy did earlier. She wanted to, right, sis?" I told Mom while Amy slid her right hand into the back of my pajama bottoms and Anastassia did the same with her left.

"You know ... you three seem very chummy ... almost like you're having yourselves a sleepover. Is Anastassia your ... girlfriend ... or what? Lover? Friend with benefits, that's the term, I think? Booty call?" Mom tried to decipher the coded clues of our body language, "oh, my ... oh, my ... you're doing them both!"

"Um ... yeah, Mom ... I don't see any point trying to deceive you anymore. We've grown ... very close over the years, Amy and I ... and well, Anastassia, she's very intimate with me. She also has a boyfriend of her own," I confessed.

"Wow ... wow ... wow! I really have been self-absorbed not to notice an incestuous bond between my son and daughter! Well, strictly speaking, it's not kosher, you know that ... none of this. Still, I must confess that you're not doing any real harm if you've gone this long without any actual inbreeding. As for Anastassia, well, as long as she knows ... and her boyfriend knows ... it's well, consenting adults, right?

"This is the twenty-first century, I would say. I'm not sure just how angry God would get about this. That's between you three and him ... and I'm not a complete prude. Not absolutely. I mean, morally, this is all wrong, I think. It flouts the Torah, canon law, at least one state law, and most of society's conventions, but you're not ... you know ... hurting anyone. I've read a lot worse in my advice column, trust me.

"I just ... well, I hope that somehow, I get some grandkids out of this who don't have webbed feet and warped psyches, that's all I ask of you guys," Mom sounded as flustered and flummoxed as she looked, of course, at my confirmation of the truth.

"Well, we're all adults here, even Amy," I managed to tease my baby sister, triggering a wet willy.

"All consenting adults, too, Mrs. Brock," Anastassia added hastily, a lump forming in her throat for a moment there, "as you yourself noted."

"Have you eaten anything yet, Mom?" Amy cleverly changed the subject, allowing Mom to relax a little.

"No ... not yet. I haven't had any wine yet this evening, though I've smoked enough cigarettes to give me emphysema already today," Mom acknowledged.

"Mom ... you need to eat. All of us do. Since it's the Sabbath ... let's just ... call for some delivery. That shouldn't take so long. And in case you wondered, yes, this is ... rapidly turning into a sort of sleepover, I guess," I encouraged Mom while giving her a slight kiss on the cheek.

Mom then grabbed my face and planted a lip lock on me, much to my shock.

"Sorry, don't read anything into that, Romeo. I just wanted to know what the girls here were getting ... what the fuss was about ... damn, son! Sorry, didn't mean to swear on the Sabbath, but you get the idea. Is that a snake in your pajamas or are you just happy to see me?" Mom teased me a little.

"Mom ... truth time ... are you sure that you didn't have any wine today?" I confronted Mom, having sworn that I could smell it on her breath.

"Okay ... maybe a little with my rabbi at his place after temple ... he's kinda cute! You two should go to temple again. Maybe Amy could marry him and you could find a good Jewish girl who isn't your sister to wed," Mom giggled a bit.

"Alright, Mom, I'm cutting you off at least until the pizza shows up ... your usual?" I asked Mom, not taking anything that she said too seriously right then.

"Yep ... veggie pizza! Yummy! What about you guys?" Mom answered while I got my revenge by slipping my hands down the backs of Amy's and Anastassia's bottoms in turn.

Both girls squirmed a bit, but I could smell their arousal ... and so could Mom. She just gave me this look that said..."holy smokes, how did I make such a man ... little ol me." I got the impression that Mom found me physically attractive now, even if she didn't before, but then she was lonely and at least half-drunk. She had badly understated her level of intoxication now.

I just hoped that Rabbi Michael Schulman took her car keys and drove her home himself if he was gonna get her that buzzed. Well, at least she made it home safe, but I wasn't too thrilled with the rabbi right at that moment. If he wanted to seduce her, fine, but leave the wine out of it when dealing with a drunk. To be fair, maybe he didn't know that she was a lush, but in that case, what kind of a rabbi was he?

"Sausage ... I adore ... sausage!" Amy winked at me as she made her double entendre clear.

Anastassia then answered, "So do I, but pepperoni in my case. Some ... kind of sausage are better than others ... and it's clear that none of you are kosher."

"That obvious?" I chuckled, making Mom snort the Perrier that she grabbed to drink until I permitted her to have some more wine.

"You three ... wow ... what's it gonna be like if or when I meet Anastassia's boyfriend?" Mom laughed and blushed some more.

"Mom's what gotten into you? All strict and observant one minute, flirting with my brother the next? Catching onto every last double meaning and pun, too, giggling like a schoolgirl? You sound almost as if something is ... bothering and you've just ... stopped giving a fuck or something, pardon my French," Amy confronted Mom now.

"Um ... okay, promise not to freak out? Please ... it's ... horrible news. I ... some weeks ago ... I went through a routine health check ... and ... lung cancer!" Mom broke down into tears.

"Mom ... can't they do chemo, operate, give you radiation?" I pulled Mom close and she cried on my shoulder now, even as I knew better.

"No, baby ... it's far too late. Stage IV. I'm dying. I have ... maybe, with chemo, which would just make my end longer and less enjoyable ... three months, four tops. And that's if I quit smoking now, but at this stage, what would be the point? Without chemo or radiation, I'm a goner in just ... six weeks. Hence the gallows humor earlier. Oh ... honey ... I'm so scared!" Mom held tightly to me while I held her close and let her cry it out, all of us very sad now.

"Shhh ... shh ... we're gonna miss you, Mom ... but we're not going anywhere. We'll be with you, every last step of the way. Any other news?" I tried to lighten the mood a little with a joke.

"Well, the rabbi popped the question after I told him the news. That's why he gave me some wine. At this point, he figured, what harm could it do? It might even steel my nerves here or there as I face my doom. I told him that he should hit on Amy, not me. He doesn't need to be a widower. I know that pain all too well from two husbands dying on me. I don't wanna put him through that. He's a good man," Mom informed us.

"What did he say to that?" I wondered now.

"Yes, Mom ... I gotta know. Mind you, I'm not getting married. I refuse. I can't marry the man that I love, so I'll stay Ms. Amy Cordelia Brock for the rest of my days. Mom, please ... accept us. I don't want any differences at this point of our lives," Amy spoke a mouthful now.

"Yes, Mrs. Brock, please accept us ... fully. We love your son, far more than even we knew, I think," Anastassia reassured Mom, "we'll take great care of him, I swear. Married or not, whatever it takes, I'm never dumping Victor."

"In that case ... call me ... Mom, please. And he told me, in no uncertain terms that 'Amy's cute and all, but she's not the woman that I love. That's you. I follow my heart in matters like this, and my heart chooses you, Vicky.' He knew ... from what I've told him, how painful and hurtful it could be, but he hasn't experienced it yet. Check in with him for me, now and then. He's gonna be your new stepfather, the last, the one who will finally outlive me," Mom informed us now.

"So ... you accepted his proposal? Where will he live?" I asked her directly.

"Here ... so ... please ... be discreet. It's only while I live. I need him. He's gonna be there for me, just as you two ... okay, you three, will. I cannot spurn the love of a man willing to wed a dying woman, especially one six years his senior. Maybe he'll let someone housesit for him. Maybe one of you guys ... or all of you. You'll all come to the wedding, right?" Mom asked us.

"Of course, Mom!" Amy hugged Mom now.

"Hell, yeah!" I told her with a hug before calling the pizzeria in question now.

"Definitely ... Mom," Anastassia tried the title on for size.

"When will it be? This is a bit of a time crunch, of course," Amy noted, recalling that we hadn't been to temple in forever ... and dreading that part of the package.

"Saturday night, a week from tomorrow. Yeah, I know, short-notice, but as you observed, I don't have a lot of time. Marriage will permit him to serve as next-of-kin, as you know. I'll have to re-write the will to include him, you know that, right? You'll lose ... some of your inheritance, just not most of it, I swear. To be fair, I'll spread the pain out a bit between the two of you," Mom warned us.

"Oh, Mom, the last thing that anyone right now cares about is money, okay? Trust me on that point!" Amy insisted.

"Exactly," I backed my sister up ... I trusted Mom, even now, and besides, I had a trust fund from Dad ... just as Amy had from Gary.

"There's ... something else that you need to know. Your father, Victor ... he was ... a ... mercenary. He wasn't there as a non-combatant at all. He served with some Maronite militia troops. He was ambushed by a Syrian patrol, but because he worked directly with the CIA, NSA, Mossad, etc., he could never be acknowledged as such. Don't get me wrong. He was every bit the horndog that you knew him to be. I knew that about him, okay? I just chose to look the other way, a decision that I still don't regret.

"Gary ... Gary ... was, well, Gary. He also didn't keep it in his pants. I have this tendency to marry goyim with wandering eyes, I guess. I also know Michael isn't the faithful type, either. As with the others, I take what comes with the territory. He's Jewish, which is a first for me, marrying within the Faith for once. Mother could look down with pride for a change, I guess. 'Look, Mother, I finally wed a good Jewish boy, right?' But, yeah, I looked the other way for Gary, too.

"I was also ... unfaithful ... but only toward the end of my marriage to Gary. With Michael. Yes, that's right ... it's time to be honest with you. I've been Michael's lover for a while now. It's bad of me, judging and scolding you guys when I've been an adulteress for about a year. It wasn't revenge for the affairs. It was loneliness due to the opioids. I don't know how much actual womanizing he did after the opioids took over. I don't care that much, either, to be honest. I just never was that jealous.

"I actually missed the philandering by then, believe it or not. He always came home to me from the other women, just as Andre did. He didn't come back from his love affair with opioids, initially caused by pain from a car wreck. Remember that nasty one, guys? Yeah, that started him down that dark path. It wasn't his fault, not really. And yes, I still miss the hell out of him, just as I do with Andre.

"And yes, I love Michael. Dearly. Too much to push this on him. Enough that I was willing to match him up with my own daughter if she was so inclined. You know, he's divorced, and yes, it was for his cheating. And hers. And sundry other things, too many to mention here. I would apologize for pimping you out to him, Amy, but you never struck me as the jealous type, unless I'm entirely mistaken about you, dear. Neither of you seem to be. You got that honestly. From me," Mom rambled, but none of us minded listening to her.

We didn't know how much time we had with her anymore, after all. We wanted to milk that time for all we could get from her. We coveted nothing from her but time and her company. So, she she was a rambling, alcoholic, chain-smoking, gossipy, sometimes hypocritical advice columnist. She was Mom ... even to Anastassia now.

We could sit there and listen to her while waiting for the pizza to arrive. Each of us held hands now, my right hand in Amy's left on the living room carpet, my left hand in Anastassia's right, Amy's right hand in Mom's left, and Mom's right hand in Anastassia's left. This circle just happened naturally, organically, without any kind of pressure or effort.

"That's my advice to you now, what I'd tell everyone if I am honest ... some things are dealbreakers, guys. You have to draw a line. Infidelity ... it isn't one of them. Don't let flaws like that get in the way of happiness. The more that I think about it, the more like a hypocrite I sounded earlier for judging your little arrangement. It's not very ... kosher, but then neither am I.

"It is quite civilized, if you think of it. Far better than jealous outbursts, murder, divorce, deliberately trying to impoverish someone who built a life with you because they slipped up or had human weaknesses or needs ... or any other 'burn the bitch or bastard' kinda childish response. That goes for men and women alike. The closer I get to death, the more I realize that silly social rules like ... marital fidelity, those traditions, conventions, etc ... they just don't amount to a hill of beans. Not in the grand scheme of things.

"I don't regret for a moment the time that I had with both husbands, the marriages, the lives we built ... and the children that we made together. Sure, most religions would tell us that how you live is wrong. They would also tell me that I should have divorced both husbands for their infidelity, that I was wrong for having an affair with Rabbi Michael Schulman when we both needed each other, etc. I'm still a good Jewish girl at heart ... but I have found that God is bigger than what we think of him. Michael helped to teach me that.

"Yes, as you've likely noticed, I've grown more religious and spiritual over time, but not more ... judgmental, not more self-righteous or sanctimonious. I think that God is far more ... compassionate and understanding than much of his fan club tends to be. I guess what I'm trying to say here is ... just stop worrying about what your old lady or the rabbis or society or anything else ... anyone else ... might say or think about you.

"It's taken me sixty-two years, an unorthodox spiritual guide, and a terminal illness to grasp this, near the bitter end of my life, but it really hit home when I heard Anastassia declare that she would never desert you, husband or no husband. That's ... love. That kindness. That's basic human decency. It might not be what society approves, but fuck society, right? We all do what we need to do. If this way of life, sharing, swinging, incest, etc ... if it brings you comfort and joy, why not do it?" Mom finished her little homily or rant or tirade, whatever it might be called, really bringing peace ... and release to the four of us now.

"Mom, are you in danger of becoming a 'bad Jewish girl' instead of a good one?" I teased her to lighten the mood as the pizza guy arrived.

"Maybe, but I think that you guys will take what comes with the territory. That's what you gotta do in life. Find love ... fall in love ... and just ... take what comes with the territory. That's how you find love and acceptance ... by giving it," Mom told me as I returned with the pizzas, having tipped well ... and been kissed for my pains by the cutie at the door.

"You're right, Mom ... and that's what I'll have to just accept what Oswald just sent me in this text. He wants me to be his ... hotwife. I've heard of this way of life, the hotwife lifestyle. Just from porn, mind you ... but well, you get the idea. Now I know why he is so happy to accept my love for Victor.

"If he can pop the question, knowing this about me ... I can ... accept his kink and try to make it work for both of us. I love him, just as I love Victor. If he wants a hotwife, I'll be the best damn hotwife ever!" Anastassia told me as she bit eagerly into the pepperoni pizza.

"You know that means dominating him to a certain extent, too, right?" Amy warned Anastassia, being the good friend that she was.

"Yeah, that was the part that I had to decide to accept. The sharing was already agreed. It was the part where I am committing to step out on him in a more ... aggressive fashion. That was a bit of a shocker, I won't lie, and a large part of why I've been so damn quiet," Anastassia noted.

"Yes, that does explain it a bit," I caressed her cheek along with Amy's at once, determined to show both of them plenty of affection.

Chapter 3

"Make ... love to me, son. Please. Now. On the dining room table, right next to the pizza. Michael already gave me a 'bucket list' hall pass, just in case I might feel the need for it. I'm cashing it in to ... for once in my life, know what it means to be fucked by my own son. He doesn't want me to have any regrets, you know," Mom stripped down to her underwear now.

"Do it, bro!" Amy egged me on now.

"Do it, papi. Chinga tu madre!" Anastassia encouraged me as I dropped my pajama bottoms and Amy unhooked Mom's panties for me.

Before I knew it, having barely touched my own pizza (Hawaiian-style with pineapples and Canadian bacon), I slid into my own mother's dripping wet pussy to fuck her at last. I could sense that she had been ... steeling herself for this moment, showing signs of relief in hindsight that I was intimate with my own sister and another man's girlfriend. It would make me easier to seduce ... it also explained why Mom was so easygoing on us about it. Well, that and the wine, which might have also been part of letting her kick back and go with the flow.

"OH ... MY ... GOD!" Mom screamed as she felt me really hit the downward strokes and her own legs land on my shoulders.

"See how intoxicating Victor can be, Mom? See why I can't just ... give him up for a good Jewish boy? He might be a bad Jewish boy, but he's a great man ... and he's my brother ... and the love of my life. And his dick is to die for ... sorry, bad choice of words!" Amy blushed at her unfortunate turn of phrase.
"OH ... honey, don't sweat it ... just hold my hand, please, while your brother fucks me. Anastassia, hold my other hand, please. You're his women ... show me your blessing by holding my hands while your man ravishes me," Mom urged us before first Amy and then Anastassia kissed her passionately on the mouth.

"Time for a kiss from me, too," I told Mom as I leaned over and slipped her a lot of tongue.

"Have your way with me, baby ... just take me ... like you'd take them, please!" Mom begged me now, so I flipped her over onto her belly to enter her doggy-style.

Amy, on her own, began feeding Mom some more pizza by hand while Anastassia gave her more wine to drink now. They pampered Mom so well while I ravaged her, backing off now and then to let her chew and swallow safely. They then smeared marinara sauce all over her flesh and started licking it off her skin while I humped her with abandon.

Then my sister and FWB spread Mom's cheeks to pour garlic sauce onto her crack and lick her clean. Mom's already slick pussy got even wetter and warmer as she stroked my cock in all of the right ways and creamed herself on my dick. She moaned very loudly and spoke a few choice words in Yiddish, too, much to my shock. That was more Yiddish than I had ever heard her speak before. I lost it completely and on the next stroke, shot my load out into her waiting, rather drenched snatch. I kissed each buttock and pulled Mom up for a steamy French kiss before sitting down to eat my pizza and drink my Samuel Adams at last.

"Oh ... honey, you can do that to me again whenever you like! So can you two cuties, trust me on that. Michael will just have to understand. Mama needs that sonny D," Mom punned, knowing full well that she didn't mean the orange-flavored beverage.

"Well, that was the point of the bucket list hall pass, right? He wants his short-lived marriage to be with a happier cancer patient, not a miserable one. Smart man. He doesn't want you to die, but knowing that you must, he wants to see you leave with a smile on your face that reaches your eyes. Now, I must warn you that I'm gonna fuck the holy hell out of my brother here tonight before we're done in this room. You other two got to screw him more recently. My last sex with him was earlier this morning ... in the vanity. That was fun, but far too short. I want my fair share of Victor," Amy demanded now.

"Baby girl, I wouldn't have it any other way," I tucked her under the chin before kissing my way down her face ... forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and soft, wet lips.

From the way that Amy sat on my lap and insisted on feeding me by hand after that, I'd wager that she liked that kissing approach. From the way that Anastassia licked Amy's pussy as she sat on my lap, she had a pretty swell oral policy herself. Mom showed her own joy by playing footsie with me now even as we all ate (Anastassia simply alternated between slices of pizza and Amy's delicious twat).

As for the next move, well, let's just say that Amy's clever move to sit on my lap was with one position. I won't spoil it. I'll just let you guess.

Chapter 4

"Fuck, yes, bro ... GOD YES!" Amy screamed as she rode my pole, her favorite cock in the world, just as hers was my favorite pussy of all.

"You love to fuck me seated like this, don't ya, babe?" I teased my sweet sister as I impaled her with my stiff, thick rod.

"Oh ... Goddamn it ... fuck it ... hell, yes!" Amy's snatch grew slicker and juicier with each stroke of her bouncing up and down on me.

I grabbed my sister's buns and she really went crazy with her lust, her repeated kisses to my face and neck exhibiting her affection and passion as well. We had been lovers for quite a while, in fact, and once we became intimate, we never stopped it or even slowed down. I adored my Anastassia, and I certainly loved Mom, but Amy ... Amy was my soulmate, the greatest love of my life. I could never give her up for nothing or nobody. We might have different fathers, but we shared one soul, which was how she saw it, too.

Amy moaned very loudly as she felt my balls churning, ready to spill my seed deep inside her very soon. She kissed me harder than ever, her tongue tangling with mine while my fingers toyed with her delectable bottom. I knew what she wanted and vice versa. It was high time. Amy wanted to conceive my child ... our child. I wasn't sure if Anastassia would get pregnant to me or to Oswald, but I knew that Amy would only let me breed her. That was something ironclad with her. I didn't begrudge either woman her preferences, and frankly, it was a signal honor for me, was it not?

"Do it ... bro ... knock ... me ... up!" Amy begged me while I pulled my fingers out of her butt and Anastassia started rimming her in earnest.

I couldn't take any more, so I spurted out rope after rope of my hot jizz into Amy's wet and ready gash. I kissed her several times, too, even as she creamed herself at least thrice from my cock spilling my load into her slick and juicy cunt. Amy finally slid off my lap and shared the joys of fellatio with Anastassia. When Mom joined them on her knees, I found it very difficult to go soft anytime soon.

"He's ... really gonna breed you, then?" Mom inquired out of sheer curiosity as I finally rose to hit the john due to my full bladder.

"Yes, and I'm fertile now. I don't know if I'll ever fool around with other men or not, but no other man will ever be allowed to impregnate me. I've already decided that much. He's not just my big brother. He's like my other Dad, you know. He's been there for me ... for so many years. No offense, Mom, but I love and trust Victor more than anyone else on Earth. That's just how it is.

"I won't claim to be faithful or monogamous ... just that I do his bidding and that he owns me, lock, stock, and barrel. And Victor always comes first for me ... and with me. That's just how it has to be," Amy assured Mom with a kiss.

"So, lover ... I love how Amy is with you. Just because I love two men the way that I do ... it doesn't mean that I think any less of Amy for loving you that fiercely, that single-mindedly. She trusts you, adores you, worships you ... regards you as her other father, as she said. You helped your mother and stepfather raise her, after all. She's ... deeply submissive to you, too. I respect that. She might get sassy at times ... playfully, that is, but that girl would walk on fire or hot coals for you, or crawl over broken glass, for that matter.

"Thank you ... thank you for being you. For being that kind of man, who could win that kind of passionate surrender from your own sister that way. For being the kind of man who would never ask or demand it of her, but will treasure it nonetheless. Thank you for loving me too much to ask me to be like her in every respect. You love both of us as we are, not as you would make us. Thank you for accepting my decision to marry Oswald instead of you. It's nothing against you. It's ... how it must be.

"If it's any consolation, you're my backdoor man, aren't you, babe, and there will be plenty of that kind of action. You know ... sodomy. Butt sex. Anal. Buggery. And as Led Zeppelin would urge me, I will shake it for you ... whenever you wish. Not ruling out anything else, of course. Just saying that this is clearly your favorite part of me, and that is something that pleases me a lot. Especially with the potential for ... double penetrations, among other things. I'm eager to try both kinds of threesome with you. The regular kind and the ... devil's kind.

"Just know that if you want to fuck me ... either hole ... just bend me over and take it. Take what you want. It's apparent that as his hotwife, Oswald would want me to do that for you. Give up the booty on demand, that is. He'll get the same, too, though. I won't cheat either of my men. Period. I'll do his ... hotwifery. Gladly. But I won't deny him sexual favors ... of any kind. I'm just not built or made that way, you know. I love to fuck. I live to fuck. I have that hot Latin blood coursing through my veins, demanding that I hump the men that I love into next year.

"To that end, if it's not too ... presumptuous, I'd love to move in with you ... and have him do so, too. That way, well, you could fully avail yourself of my body without depriving him, too. We could help you deal with Mom's terminal disease, too. I love you too much not to comfort and console you for that, too. I'll also ... comfort Amy that way ... and Mom, too. I don't think that anyone will mind my seducing both ladies, will they? I already enjoyed them today, did not?

"So, how about it, man of the house? Two new live-in helpers, at least one of them your slut for life as well as her hubby's hotwife? What do you say? I'm yours for the asking, just like Amy, but though unlike her, I'm also his in the same way. Hey, you never know. He could be bi, too. I hope that he is at least open to it. After all, as it would make the wedding night threesome that much better. Who knows, maybe it will be a wedding night foursome instead," Anastassia told me as she wrapped her arms around my waist and wiped my cock for me.

"Oh, baby ... yes ... we just gotta get Mom on board with this ... and Amy, of course. And Michael, it would seem. I think that Amy in particular would go for it. The only question marks are Mom ... and Michael. It would be awesome ... to have you both live with us. Not only to get to fuck you ... and see you fuck Amy ... and possibly Mom ... but also to see how you and Oswald are together. I've never seen a hotwife couple up close. It will be fascinating, I think.

"The best part, though, is the idea of getting your help with Mom for whatever she needs ... and your moral support in case of any ... conflict with Michael. I don't know if there will be any, but he's a clergyman. We might not know the limits of his openness. Your backup will be greatly appreciated, my love," I told Anastassia as we washed our hands in the vanity and then made out hungrily.

Yes, a sister to love, a hotwife to pleasure, and a loving mother who sounded loathe to give up my dick now that she had sampled it ... mostly a great life for me! The only downside was that Mom was dying ... I could handle any bad blood that might happen with either Michael or even Oswald if it should come to that. Losing Mom would be the worst part ... and I had no choice about that at all. I could only make the most of what was in my power, right?

And if loving Mom meant the pain of losing her when the time came, well, as she told me earlier, I would just take what came with the territory. Because that was what one did when one loved. Mom got that one right, whatever else she did.

Chapter 5

"Is that all? You want to move your girlfriend ... and her boyfriend, in with us ... well, you know that I adore Anastassia, and as long as Oswald here doesn't get in the way, why not? I could use the extra company, even after Michael moves in.

"Granted, this probably throws discretion out the window, but given that he gave me a 'bucket list hall pass,' to use his own words, he really shouldn't complain too much. Particularly since he bedded another man's wife for months, while also being her spiritual mentor (not that I mind)," Mom was all smiles as she sat across from all of us, including Oswald in lieu of the intended date with Anastassia...

"Well, Mom, he's marrying you, a woman with two grown-ass kids who are now incestuously intimate. He should definitely accept what comes with the territory. That's his own philosophy, isn't it, and yours, 'to simply accept what comes with the territory?' And he really deserves to know that he's sharing you with us, I think. This is for the best," I observed as we sat in the living room together.

"Very true!" Amy chimed in now, snuggling up gladly with me on the loveseat, "I think that Michael will be very happy, living here instead of alone now. He'll just have to get used to things like me bending over for my brother in the vanity and letting him fuck my ass! 'Cause I'm gonna do things like that frequently, fair warning on that point. Fuck discretion, Mom! It's better to just be honest and upfront, right?"

"And he'll have to get used to things like me bending over both of my men and letting them fuck either hole! Not to mention the likely ton of lesbian sex gonna happen in this household and you know it! I mean, come on, Mom ... you know that you want to eat me out and you also want to eat Amy out! Amy and I want to eat each other out, too, I believe," Anastassia declared while caressing her fiance's very stiff rod.

"Yes, and you girls want to eat me out as well ... that much is clear, honey! Yes, I imagine that there will be a lot of lezzie fun happening now! And yes, I'll bend over gladly for my son! That's just ... gonna happen. Period. If Michael wants to fuck me, he gets to fuck me whenever he likes, but the same is now true of Victor. If my son wants to fuck his own mother, I'll be proud to let him hump me half to death! I'll be dead in two months' time, anyway.

"What's the exact deal with you and Oswald here, though? Have you fully ... determined the nature of your relationship? Apparently, he's cool with you fucking my son, my daughter, and me. What does he want in return? More importantly, what does he get in return? Is this a full-on cuckold deal? I mean, things like chastity, humiliation, femdom, etc.? Or more of a softer, stag/vixen kind of deal," Mom confronted Anastassia and Oswald just to know what to expect from her newest roomies/tenants.

"Well, that's something that we need to sort out, isn't it? Maybe split the difference a little. I mean, I just barely opened up about the cheating and my love for two different men. I've never done more than light and playful bondage, half the time with ME tied up, not the other person. Victor can tell you about that, I should say. Maybe we can work out those details over time, give us both ... time to ... let this hotwife stuff play out, okay? I'm still getting used to the idea of that, okay, papi?

"Maybe we can start out ... by agreeing that there's to be no chastity crap ... nothing quite that extreme. I'd like you to be open to sex with everyone in this household here, though, as I am. I think that we're both bi. We just need to keep open minds about that ... sort of deal. What do you think, honey?" Anastassia bit her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what this would mean for her and him, for their future as man and wife.

"Yeah, start with the basics and the KISS method ... keep it simple stupid. I'm not up for chastity, either. I don't want to be some kind of naked, caged pet or anything that bizarre. I just ... I just want Anastassia free to do her thing, you know. She's a fucking Queen, a Goddess, to me. My Latin princess. She's fucking gorgeous and I count myself very lucky to have her in my life. How about this? I want her free to fuck around and she pleases ... and I want her to have final say, veto, or control over any strange that I get.

"Otherwise, we can be ... mostly, a normal marriage, maybe a little heavier on the 'yes, dear,' and with a little playful teasing and kink thrown in for good measure. Oh, and of course, the strong possibility that she could get knocked up by another man ... with my blessing and my willingness to raise said spawn as mine," Oswald stipulated.

"Yes, that's an excellent start. Anything else comes to mind?" Anastassia asked him, adding, "I'm gonna bend over for him a lot ... but I really hope that you know that I'll bend over for you a lot, too. Feel free to fuck me whenever you like. I won't deny you what I offer him and vice versa. As far as I'm concerned, both of you guys have rights to my holes and I'll bend over gladly for both of you. Period.

"I do want the same right, though, to demand sex from you no matter what. No headaches, no periods, no excuses. Don't let a little blood stop you from fucking me rough and raw, either. I'm actually very horny on the rag. You don't want to leave all up to Victor to take care of that, do you?"

"So ... you want even more sex than we've had in the past? I could go for that," Oswald blushed, "but bear in mind that one of the things that will make me want to fuck you more is when you've just been fucked by another man. Sloppy seconds. I really dig them."

"So ... to help make sure that I got fucked enough on the rag, I need to have Victor fuck me first ... and then let you pound me afterward. You'd get his sloppy seconds and Amy or Vicky or both would get mine!" Anastassia gave him a playful, impish wink right then.

"Sign me up!" I chuckled now.

"Me, too, fuck yeah!" Amy exclaimed while groping me on the loveseat.

"And me," Mom declared for her part.

"I also ... want to watch ... and to do double penetrations ... and devil's threesomes in general. As well as maybe the other kind of threesomes, too. And I want to ... lick creampies out of your holes, baby. Both of your holes, in fact. But I know that I'm asking a lot out of you ... just think of how great it would be," Oswald really made it clear what a voyeur he was.

"That's all ... rather ... fun ... from the sound of it. But I really do want you to fuck Amy and/or Vicky now and then. Fair's fair. You want me to screw around for your pleasure, your voyeuristic kicks? You should help Victor, Amy, and me satisfy Vicky ... she has needs. Such as crossing items off her bucket list. In case you missed it, she's dying, papi.

"And you should help Victor gratify Amy, too. And again, maybe bend over for Victor now and then yourself, babe. I think that you'd like it ... bottoming for him, wouldn't you?" Anastassia encouraged her fiance now.

"Ja, you caught me on that. I wouldn't mind sucking his dick, either. But mostly, though ... I want to eat your pussy ... and ass ... and fuck you through his creampie ... and eat said creampie ... and get pegged by you now and then. And maybe fuck Amy or Vicky, too, after he's had them. That kind of thing. That's a big draw for me. And, of course ... the threesomes ... spit-roasting, trains, that kind of thing. And watch you get it on with girls, too," Oswald admitted several of his kinks.

"Well, honey, I think that we could use a good man like you around," Mom snickered.

"That we could!" Amy's eyes danced with lust.

"Amen to that!" I chuckled.

"So ... we're all set to move in, then?" Anastassia asked hopefully.

"Welcome to the family, honey. I think that you're gonna love it here ... and we're gonna really love having you around. Didn't I tell you to call me Mom? That goes for you, too, Oswald. I'm Mom to you, too. Welcome to your new home," Mom told them as she stripped to her skin and the rest of us followed suit.

I had a funny feeling that an orgy was very much about to commence. It was probably on Mom's bucket list ... and thus her hall pass, after all. And why the hell not? Who wants to die without having at least one orgy, right?
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