Chapter 01
After my parents left, my life settled back into a semblance of normality. The cleanup crew finished removing the trappings of the wedding.
I wrote a thank you note to Clyde, the gay wedding planner, promising to recommend him for his excellent services. I paused, then signed it with a series of Xs and Os, signaling my desire to pursue a relationship.
Losing Agnes and fucking my mother left me adrift emotionally. As good as mom and I were together, I knew we could not make fucking each other an ongoing thing. Ultimately we would be found out, possibly by my father. I needed someone to fill that void.
A few of my male acquaintances were pansexual like me and were not opposed to male/male sex play. Others were married, bisexual, and in the closet. They snuck by my place for a quick suck and fuck, then hurried home to their wives, denying their true nature.
Bill Avery was a grey-haired venture capitalist who financed my business and was not averse to a bisexual suck and fuck. As much as he loved me fucking his ass, he particularly loved for me his wife.
When I fucked Amy, Bill lay under us, watching my cock slide in and out of his wife's pussy. When I cum, he pulled my cock from her pussy and drank the last drops.
Amy also loved to watch me fuck her husband. She was vocal, like my mother. While I'm fucking Bill, Amy calls him her dick-loving bitch while smacking his ass. She usually kneels next to me with her arm around my waist, kissing me.
A week later, the real estate agent listed the Georgian and scheduled prescreened buyers to see it. I spent more time at my condo in the city and less time at my suburban estate.
Things were getting back to normal. That is if normal means I missed fucking my sister and now my mother. My mother and I talked on the phone frequently. We sometimes had circumspect conversations about our night together.
She was ambivalent about me cumming in her multiple times that night since she was in her fertile cycle. She admitted that while she wanted another baby, she wasn't sure she wanted it to be her son's child.
Agnes called after returning from her month-long honeymoon, sounding bubbly, still living in the newlywed afterglow. She confided that she was pregnant and hoped it was my baby.
When Agnes called to make arrangements for me to take our daughter Cassandra shopping for school, summer was turning to Fall. She sounded happy to my chagrin, settling into her marriage.
Clyde and I settled into an ongoing relationship. We became party animals, attending orgies, bisexual swap meets, and other illicit sexual venues. I shared him with Bill and Amy, my venture capitalist lover and his wife.
Amy, 50, was tall at 5'9" and about 130 pounds and exercised regularly to maintain her slim model's body. She was Bill's,65, trophy wife of 25 years. He was less fastidious about his body, indulging his tastes for rich foods, expensive wines, and strange cock.
I met Bill when I sought financing to expand my business. After several meetings at his office, he invited to his home for dinner and drinks to close the deal. I was pleasantly surprised to discover they were swingers, and Bill was bisexual.
Amy was a fantastic fuck, with the talent to flex her vaginal muscles, making it feel like her pussy was giving you a handjob. She confided that her exercise regimen included strengthening her Kegel muscles and thus her vagina.
Bill liked to watch his wife take Black cock then lick her clean and suck off the man. I introduced him to male/male 69ing and, ultimately, to anal sex.
Our lovemaking engendered a turning point in his life. He believed he was getting erectile dysfunction and was on Viagra. I taught him that all he needed was a prostate massage with my fingers and, ultimately, my cock. He started cumming like a teenager! Amy developed a penchant for watching me fuck her husband.
The four of us spent many evenings with Amy and me fucking while Bill and Clyde 69ed. We usually swapped after Bill and Clyde came in each other's mouths. Then I would fuck Bill while Amy pegged Clyde. We shared many nights of total debauchery, rotating those combinations fueled by molly and alcohol.
The most erotic combination was Clyde fucking Amy while she sucked me with Bill kneeling next to Clyde, embracing and kissing him. We were always anxious to discover new levels of sensuality.
Some nights we formed a daisy chain with me sucking Bill while he sucked Clyde and Clyde ate Amy while she sucked me. We would wake the following day in their California king-sized bed sticky with our juices.
My debauchery dulled the pain of losing Agnes while the memories of sex with my mother remained vivid. No other partner had the same physical and emotional connection we shared the night of the wedding. The intensity scared both of us, causing us to long for a repeat while we feared where it would take us.
Chapter 02
Then tragedy struck. My father was severely injured in a construction accident when high winds toppled the crane he was operating.
I got to the ER in record time. My mother was in the waiting room, looking drawn and tired; her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen. She wore an ill-fitting faded housedress. At that moment, she looked more than her 46 years. There were no signs of the vixen who sneaked into her son's room and fucked all night.
"Andre! Andre! He's dying!"
She held me so tight with her bosom pressed against my abdomen that it was painful.
"Where's the doctor?"
My father was injured, maybe dying, and my cock plumped as my mother embraced me.
On cue, a tall, grey-haired White guy in scrubs entered the room, looking tired and drawn.
"Your husband is going to make it. But there will be months, maybe years of rehabilitation. The hospital can recommend a few care centers. The Benefits Coordinator will work with you to find one."
"What am I going to do," momma wailed? "Insurance will cover most of his care. But we can't afford the extra physical therapy the doctor recommended."
"Momma, don't worry! I'll take care of everything."
In a moment of clarity, the way forward was clear to me.
I called Clyde, the wedding planner, seeking his help. We would use my contacts and his organizational ability to transform the back two bedrooms into a rehabilitation care center and a bedroom for my mother. Duty nurses and physical therapists would be contacted and scheduled. It would be God awful expensive, but the love of my father and guilt at putting the horns of a cuckold on him drove me.
By the time Agnes and her husband arrived at the hospital, I had managed the situation. I hugged her and shook his hand. I held no animosity toward him. It was even money; the baby she was carrying was mine. After all, he was making my sister happy. Or so I thought.
I immediately took the Georgian house off the market. The wedding planner proved as efficient in overseeing the bedrooms' transformation into a rehabilitation center as he was at planning the wedding.
Within a month, an ambulance brought my father to his new home. Momma hovered like a mother hen as he was settled in and was hooked up to the various pumps, IVs, etc., he would need.
It cost a fortune. I was thankful I could provide my father with the care he needed at home instead of being warehoused in a rehabilitation center.
Admittedly, in part, my drive to see that he received the best care possible was driven by guilt. I fucked his wife, my mother.
We never discussed it, but momma seemed to share my guilt. We were affectionate but, at the same time, standoffish. We sometimes got into intense make-out sessions that could have led to sex. One of us always pulled back.
Momma was grateful for my help and settled in, treating my home as though it were hers, cooking, cleaning, and doing the laundry. In the weeks after they moved in, I gained weight from her excellent home cooking.
To an outsider, we were a concerned mother and son, caring for an infirmed spouse and father. The sexual tension between us was suppressed but colored our lives. As much as we would like, we could not put the toothpaste back in the tube.
In early September, she told me she thought she was pregnant. She experienced morning sickness and tested herself using an in-home pregnancy kit. A visit to a gynecologist confirmed it.
For the next few weeks, mom was an emotional wreck. Her emotions swung from remorse to elation to guilt and back to remorse. Physically she went from desperately clinging to me to being revolted by my touch.
I was in my home office reading a financial statement from my accountants and a proposal by a conglomerate that wanted to buy my small company. The deal would give me stocks and a salary roughly twice what I was earning now. I also got a ten-year non-compete with a large separation bonus after ten years. If I accepted, I would be set for life.
