By late August, the girls and I had settled into a routine. They all lived at the house now, with Petra, Terri, and Susan sharing the larger bedroom upstairs, with Susan in the adjoining bedroom. Our younger kids all slept in the downstairs bedrooms, two floors below, so privacy was never an issue, and Riley and I had moved her into the master bedroom.
All the girls are "starting" to show, maybe Riley with twins a bit more than the rest, but our relationships, especially the depth of our relationships have only gotten better. Like a tribe or a pack, we have strengthened each other's psyche's, wants, needs, and the bonds we've formed. It's common for Petra to or Terri to hear Riley wake up and head to the shower, just to join me in bed, nude. Riley will return to us kissing, petting...always leading to our love-making. Her sunbeam smile is one of warmth and understanding, love and deep affection, and I try to return it always.
The same can be said for my time with Susan, however, where Petri, Terri, and Riley are soft, sensuous, and their alter-ego is erotic and sexual, Susan is soft and sensuous, but her alter-ego is not only erotic, but somewhat dominant. Not that I'm complaining. This aspect of hers is the reason why Tammy has assumed her submissive role, even to that of a "Sub" to us all.
I thought this was becoming a problem, but now, I get that Susan just has "this thing" about her, and it's dominant, and it's focused on her mother. Having had a very restful sleep that night, I was awakened by low, moaning groans. I thought it might be Riley beckoning me to her, but she was deep asleep.
Moving to the next room, I turned the corner to check on Tammy, thinking she was up to something. Peeking around the corner in the dimness of the earliest morning light, I was maybe a bit more than surprised to see Susan in Tammy's bed, her back propped up on a mountain of pillows facing the side of the bed, with her feet hanging over, her ankles hooked into the bedspring mattress, legs splayed apart. Susan had no clothes on. Nothing. But her head was strained forward, her abdomen cramped tight, her developing baby-bump slightly on display, and covered with a slight sheen of sweat.
I was directly to Susan' left, in the doorway, and on the floor, on her knees, was Tammy, nude except for a black, leather, studded dog collar around her neck, the matching black, twisted leather lead of which led to Susan's right hand, which was twisted inside Tammy's hair, pulling...no...controlling the depth of her face and tongue against Susan's VERY swollen sex. I was nearly behind Tammy...Susan could have seen me, but being literally behind Tammy, she could not.
I couldn't see enough, but I could hear Susan's need. "Oh, yes...right there, Mother...right there...now suck it...my clit...ahhhh, fuck...yes...you're a good little fuck-slut, aren't you...don't you miss a fucking drop, Mom...now lick...down...down...deep into my hole...oooohhhhhhhhh...yessssss".
Susan's eyes were gently closed as she cooed her commands, alternately flexing her right arm muscles to control Tammy's tongue, while her left hand cupped, then closed around, then squeezed her left breast forward, her fingers and thumb sliding over it's lower expanse towards the nipple, squeezing it out, pinching and twisting it hard.
I had seen Susan like this before..numerous times. I actually had a pang of jealousy as I watched Susans panting become lighter and quicker, heading for what was certainly to be a gushing orgasm.
My own right hand slid down my bushy pubes and landed on top of my thickening erection. Feels so good, just the lightest touch rushing even more blood into it as the swelling commenced; my balls pulling up higher with each, more urgent stroke.
"Steady now, Mom...steady... I want to cum. Don't you miss a drop, bitch. Fucker. Whore. Mother-slut. Fuck, that feels good. Swirl that tongue around my hole. Steady. Steady. Steady. YES! FUCK! LIKE THAT! Oh, FUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK...!!" and Susan spread her legs wide, her head slamming back into the mountain of pillows, and cramping her core, now pulsed Tammy's face into her overheated cunt. She was cumming. Hard. The force of which slipped her feet off the bed, lowering them to the floor, as her whole body slid down a bit. Tammy's face followed dutifully, stimulating Susan through the entire process, never leaving their task on her clit and flowing sex.
I was now fully erect. Dammit. Watching the scene unfold, I had not heard Petra's footsteps, but I was pleasantly surprised to feel her nude form behind me, those heavenly breasts pressing into my back. Her left hand wrapped under my left arm, around my torso, and pulled my chest into hers as her right hand followed my right arm down, and whispering "let me...", she took it's place on my cock, now pulsing it's own cadence with my heartbeat.
Susan never relented from Tammy...never gave her a break. Lifting her head up again and scooching forward, Susan intoned softly "good Mommy-bitch...good girl" but never allowed Tammy to remove her lips from her swollen sex. Tammy hadn't said a word. She was probably forbidden to speak, but her moving jaw indicated her tongue was still fully engaged in it's duties, and now moved up to Susan's clit.
"Gently, Mother...gently...very sensitive... Good girl. Good, good, girl."
Petra slid her left hand down from my chest, around and over my ass, and as she moved her womanly from slightly away from me, I felt her hand where her mound would be. I knew what was coming. Petra kissed my back up near my shoulder blades, several times and pressing her form back to mine, her left arm slide up my own, until her fingers were at my nose. "Smell me, Dad."
Petra pressed her fingers under my nose, and I inhaled the musky, pheromone-laden smell of my lover. My cock strained anew from the rush of blood, as my brain alternated between love for this amazing woman wrapped around me, to lust for the horny-bitch-in-heat who was pushing her pussy-juices into my face. As I moved my head slightly forward to smell again, Petra lowered her fingers into my mouth. "I know you like it, Dad." Her right hand squeezed my shaft, and her fingers slipped over it's tip, smearing the pre-cum around the head.
Our forms must have caught Susan's eye then, as her head turned towards us. "Such a bitch-slut, mother...eating out your daughter's overheated, pregnant pussy. Tell me, do you like how I taste tonight?"
Tammy moved her mouth away long enough to utter "yes, Mistress Susan."
Petra refocused my thinking "Look, Dad. Can you see it? Can you see how wide-open her asshole is from here?" I strained to see anything past Tammy's head, but moving my eyes back, I realized Petra was referring to Tammy. She was still on her hands and knees, but now with her face so much lower, her ass was thrust up, and the dim light showed the brown flower fully blooming. "Look lower, Dad...can you see her wetness?" Tammy's pussy was drenched. Apparently, it wasn't just Susan enjoying this, but given the language and the circumstance, I seriously doubt Tammy was allowed to speak about anything still.
Susan's eyes were glazed over, and now speaking towards us she whispered "Step forward, please." Petra's right foot moved with my own, and together, we advanced the few steps needed to stand to Tammy's right, in front of Susan. Petra was still stroking my hardness, and I could feel her nipples distending now, poking into my back as she again pressed herself into me.
"I'm sorry we woke you up, Daddy. Petra. I was just... needing something, I guess."
"No worries, Sus," Petra whispered back "can we help?" and smiling, Petra raised my cock enough to make clear to Susan what she meant.
