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I got off the bed, satisfied that she would be primed for an airtight session. Suddenly I was tired, swamped by the backwash of constant sexual stimulation. I dressed slowly, leaving the mother and son conjoined without motion. When I was dressed, I moved over and lay a hand on Natasha's ass. When she did not move, I slapped her hard and loud.
She flinched.
"Geezus, Sonny! What are you doing?" Brent said, opening his eyes and peering out from under his supine mother.
"No fucking tomorrow or Friday. Saturday, Brent, tie your dear mother and bring her to the Wills house at ten thirty. We should be ready for her then." I said casually. "No fucking, no sucking, nothing. Don't fucking touch each other till Saturday." I shrugged. "Or ignore me but I am sure you will both enjoy it more if you lay off each other for a couple days, till Natasha Rossini is airtight. Then, Brent, you can fuck your mother as much and as often as you want or as much as she wants, if you think you are up to it. Sasha, you can count on having us fuck you by surprise in the near future. But both of you, I am going do her ass with a belt on Saturday. And Natasha, you may need to eat out another woman so be prepared to go down when I ask you to. Okay."
"Sure, Sonny. Whatever you say." Brent said in his best, 'fuck you' voice. He was not known for sarcasm but he seemed to have adequate command of the tactic.
"Mrs. Rossini?" I said after a long, pregnant pause.
"Sonny, Sonny . . . " Natasha lifted her head. "If you let me watch you fuck your mother, you can do whatever you like to me."
I shook my head. Always negotiating. "It's a date, Natasha. But she may insist you eat her while I fuck you." I just made that up. Some agent I turned out to be.
"Anything you say, Sonny. Just so I get to watch you fuck your own mother."
I left them there like that. I did not tell her that MY mother took her sons cock up her ass. Mrs. Rossini might prove to be competitive and try it on her own which could have fucked up the coming weekend.
I rose and hurriedly dressed. I did not want to meet Joey Rossini this way.
I left the house. I had done what I could. I felt grim with the delicacy of it but euphoric that I had assembled all the parts. Now all I had to do was wait. With the guys advised of the situation, I bent my back to school and getting through the next two days. Everything was in place or as much in place as I could make it. The next event would be meeting Alissa's sister . . . and fucking her.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 5 years agoSo many sexual encounters in an enclosed environment within 24 hours with no apparent attempt to "clean" the air, the room must have reeked with the aroma sex and the husband is due shortly. I know this is fantasy, but really, the smell of sex must be dealt with or the story is deeply flawed. I have been in situations where just the faint aroma of sex has created some unimaginable, life altering, repercussions.
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoWe had to retread everything that happened in chapter 5 and all to get Natasha to bang her son. Again. No value added here
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoGreat story n great chapters can't wait to read the rest. Keep up the great work.
TUCSON REDalmost 11 years agoI AM SO WAITING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, IT LEAVES SO MANY POSS. TO CONTINUE. WHAT ABOUT THE CONTRACT FOR THE LAW FIRM? MAYBE GETTING TO FUCK THE PARTNERS WIVES AND HAVING A DOUGHTER FIND HER MOM GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS. HOPE THE SISTERS GET IN THE MIX AS WELL, A ORGY WITH ALL THE BOYS AND THE SISTERS. THIS COULD EVEN BE A SEPERATE STORY?
