Twenty Cups Ch. 05

Her anus blanched and stretched. The crinkled skin smoothed. Lia glanced up at me, wide-eyed.

I waited.

Mom panted, "I'm ready...ready for more."

I drove the final few inches into her in one thrust. Mom cried out.

My penis in Mom's bottom felt like the fat end of a baseball bat squeezed into the opening of a little balloon.

Lia rose up and kissed me. I cupped her breasts while I made love to Mom's bottom. Sliding my hand down Lia's tummy and between her legs, I rubbed her. She wrapped her arms around me, laid her head on my shoulder and moaned sweetly into my neck.

Underneath me, I felt Emma's frenzied activity on Mom's vagina; parts of her face—forehead, nose, eyebrows—brushed against my testicles. Soon, Mom loosed another orgasm. She screamed and gasped for breath over and again.

Lia whispered in my ear. "Pull it out."

I did.

She took my penis, leaned down, and sucked on it.

I moaned her name.

Emma's hands wrapped around my bottom. Her tongue dragged over my testicles. When she stopped, she told me she wanted to eat my cum out of Mom's pussy.

Lia quit sucking me. She glanced at me, and her face seemed disheartened, but she nodded, saying, "Okay, Emma." Lia guided my erection to Mom, who grunted as it sank home. Mom pushed herself to her hands and knees.

I took Mom's hips and began to thrust into her. Her body rocked back against me.

My penis slid over Emma's undulating tongue as if flicked against Mom's clitoris.

Lia left me with a kiss. Laying on her side, she lifted Emma's leg. Her face vanished. Shortly after, Emma moaned.

Mom climaxed again very quickly. Then, Emma did.

I could hold back for not a second more. Emma shrieked underneath me, and I drove my erection deep one final time. Clutching Mom's hips, I ejaculated deep inside her body.

She felt it, repeatedly moaning my name with a kind of agonized, exhausted whisper.

Emma's cries began to die out as the last few contractions of my penis faded and finished.

Lia rose and scooted beside me.

I withdrew my penis and sat back in one movement.

Mom's gaping pink slit slowly sealed itself up into a vertical crease. Then, seeping out from the lowest point, my semen began to emerge. I didn't see it for long.

Emma's lips latched over Mom's vagina, sucking. She drew back with a smack. More semen gushed. Emma licked it and looked again, strings of gluey ejaculate connecting her lips and Mom's vagina. Emma licked and searched for more. Then, she pulled her face tightly against Mom. I could see how her tongue delved from the subtle movements of her cheeks.

When Emma finished, she released Mom and collapsed back on the bed with a sigh, saying, "Oh, fuck, that was good."

Mom sank forward.

Lia kissed me. She looked into my eyes and smiled weakly.

I gave her a look: what's wrong?

She shook her head and kissed me again. Afterward, she put her lips on my ear, whispering so faintly I could barely hear it, "I love you."

No one said a word for several minutes, but it was over.

By the time it was my turn to shower, all the hot water was gone.

***

I had the impression—and the more I thought about it the more I felt like I knew—that Lia was disappointed somehow by the afternoon's sex. Maybe she held herself back to let the others enjoy it fully. Maybe she just preferred to be with me, alone. I wasn't sure.

She was too unselfish, too generous during sex. I loved her for it.

Dinner was typical: the girls talked about me as if I weren't even there. The difference was that they talked about having sex with me. Lia joined the discussion, but she was not as engaged as usual.

Exhausted, it seemed, everyone went to bed early. I stayed up, worried about Lia.

After midnight, when I was sure everyone else was sleeping, I went to her. She cried silent tears of joy when I climbed into bed with her. We kissed for a long, long time, and then, as silently as we could both manage, I made love to her.

For whatever reason, her orgasm awakened and re-energized her. Of course, mine absolutely drained me.

She played with my penis and testicles while I laid, unmoving. She used her mouth and tongue on every part. Then, she rubbed her vagina on it. Later, her beautiful bottom.

I was too tired to get hard and nearly asleep when she began to use her breasts on me. She was beside me, sitting and leaning over me.

It was the feel of her hard nipples on my scrotum that first roused me. When I hardened for her, she managed to squeeze my penis between her breasts by hugging her chest with one arm. She rocked her body, and the soft warmth of her breasts felt incredibly good.

At first, she watched me, glancing occasionally at my penis. I was long enough, however, that she could curl down and take the tip into her mouth.

She kissed it a few times, and then she clapped it with her lips while her breasts squeezed me.

I ejaculated into her mouth. Afterward, she held me in her arms, and I zonked out, completely.

She shook me awake just before 6:00am, telling me she wished I could stay, but she didn't want Mom and Lia to know we'd spent the night together.

***

I woke up the next morning on my last day of winter break. I ran my laundry, packed my things, and cleaned my room before spending the afternoon and evening with friends.

That night, my last night home before leaving for school, I visited my Mom and both of my sisters in the night.

I started with Mom. I slid into bed behind her, under the covers. Kissing her on the back of the neck, I put my arms through hers and squeezed on her breasts, grinding my front into her back.

She stirred, encouraging me with soft moans. She adjusted her bottom so as to align my erection with her anus as we shoved into each other.

When I began lubricating her, she hummed sweetly. Once finished, she rolled onto her tummy and raised her bottom for me. She didn't utter a word. She waited.

I rose to my knees and got behind her. I started to grab my penis, but her hand, reaching through her legs, stopped me.

She said, 'Let me."

She pushed herself up on all fours and reached around her body. Grabbing my erection, she guided it into place.

"Don't move," she said.

She held my erection and, easing back, guided the front bulb inside her until the taut ring cinched around it. She let go of my penis.

Then, I felt her muscles go to work. Her anus pinched my erection, but not so as to force it out, rather take it in deeper. I watched my penis vanish another inch inside her. Then, she did it again. And again. And more.

Mom's breathing grew labored, and she regularly gasped, but her bottom swallowed up my penis, an inch at a time.

I grunted with each of her muscle contractions, and when I was almost fully inside her, I felt a new sensation.

This time it was a push. Some deep, soft part of her anatomy squeezed my erection in a way that gradually expelled it. It was achingly slow, the process, and I watched more and more of the shaft reappear.

Mom struggled. She would hold her breath for a few moments, and I could hear her straining. Then, suddenly, she wheezed in relief before panting rapidly and starting to push again.

When she reached the tip, her body began pulling it back in.

In and out, it went, controlled completely by her. I didn't really move. I just relaxed, letting my body be guided by hers. The longer she did it, it seemed, the easier it grew for her.

And the more pleasurable. After several iterations, her straining turned into moaning.

Awestruck by the entire event, I hadn't once considered how good she was making me feel. I finally did when I heard how good she was feeling; I cried out, and my penis surged, flexing inside her.

It set her afire.

Suddenly, she began screaming her climax into the mattress.

Her bottom took me all the way in, and I roared, seizing her waist and cramming our bodies against one another. In that position, my penis delivered pulse after pulse of semen into her until we collapsed.

I groaned and she wheezed. Every now and then, her anus pinched my penis or my penis flexed inside her.

When, at last, her bottom expelled my dwindling erection completely, I rolled off of her onto my back, still huffing to catch my breath.

Soon, we both had recovered, and her bedroom was pure silence.

"I loved that," Mom whispered, "Thank you, baby."

"Awesome, Mom. That was awesome."

Shortly after, she fell asleep.

I slid out of her bed and went to the bathroom to relieve myself and clean up.

As I walked back to my room, I stopped at Em's door and peaked in. I hated to leave her, too, I thought. I walked into her room to be close, to snuggle, to tell her how I'd miss her, and to thank her for her love.

Sitting by her bedside, I whispered her name.

She rolled toward me, smiling. "I was hoping you'd come."

I nodded.

She threw her sheets down, exposing her completely naked body, and then she spread her legs wide. "Will you lick my pussy one more time before you go?" she asked, and then added, "Daddy?"

I didn't say a word; I just did it.

After she bawled her orgasm into a pillow, she rolled her onto her tummy and waited for me to lubricate her anus. I eased my penis inside it.

Between groans, Emma whispered, "Fuck my asshole, Daddy." After a minute or so of adjustment, she began shoving her bottom back into my thrusts, and our bodies clapped together.

It wasn't until I slid my hands under her chest and took firm hold of her fat, full breasts that I felt the rush overwhelm me. I ejaculated into her bottom as she called me "Daddy."

When I raised myself off of her, Emma rolled over and gestured for me to scoot forward.

I did, and she took my penis into her hand.

With a mock-pouty face, she whispered to me how bad she'd been, and she asked if her Daddy was going to make her clean his dirty cock with her tongue.

I nodded, and Emma stared me in the eyes as she licked all over my penis.

When she finished, she said, "Thank you for visiting me again, fuzzy boy. Now, go get some sleep." She rolled away as I rose. "But, come home for Spring Break, okay?"

"I will," I whispered and left.

As I cleaned up for the second time that night, I knew I had to see my Lia, even if it was just to hold her close to me and tell her that I loved her.

I went to her room and crept inside. It was almost two in the morning. She stirred in her sleep when I climbed in beside her. Clutching her breasts, I fell asleep.

It was just before 5:00am when I awoke with start. In my dream, Aunt Blair had somehow convinced my Mom and sisters to let her take me away. I told Blair I didn't want to go, but she injected me with something. I grew dizzy, and I couldn't stop her from loading me in her car. The last thing I remembered was screaming from the back seat as she drove me away from our home. Mom and my sisters sadly waved goodbye, not even noticing my urgent cries.

Freaky dream.

Lia mumbled something and squeezed my hand—the one that remained on her breast. Her body felt feathery soft and warm against me. Her hair smelled beautiful—vanilla and nutmeg.

I wanted her.

"Lia," I whispered.

She hummed.

"Lia, can I..."

I didn't finish; she interrupted me, sleepily murmuring, "I want your penis in me."

I whispered, "Okay."

I pulled the little tub of petroleum jelly from my shorts. Slipping off Lia's panties, I spread the lubrication on her. The anticipation made me hard, and Lia whimpered when she felt my erection press against the flesh of her butt.

I took my penis, wiggled it between her cheeks, and began to apply pressure. It took some time to get the bulbous tip inside of her.

Lia quietly whimpered when it slipped in. She took a few deep breaths, and then huffed, "Put it all the way in, please."

Slowly, I drove it home. The jointure was incredibly tight. The two curvy halves of Lia's bottom squashed against the tops of my naked thighs. I began to draw back, but Lia held me.

"No," she gasped. "Just leave it there and let me."

"Okay."

I waited. A minute elapsed before Lia's bottom began to grind back against me. She did it slowly, and there was no doubt that she was enjoying herself. She moaned sweetly throughout. The overall movement, back and forth, was small and shallow—her bottom slid maybe an inch, total, over the shaft, but it felt incredible to have Lia use my body in this way, pleasure herself with my penis.

I reached over her hip and began to rub and finger her sopping vagina.

Her face turned toward mine. Her mouth gaped as she sucked air. Her eyes took me in with a mixture of what seemed like sorrow and adoration, anguish and love. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I love you," she whispered, crying.

"Love you, too, Lia."

She sighed as my fingers delved inside her. Then, she reached down and stopped me. Searching my eyes, she whispered to me timidly, "Will you...will you do something for me? A kind of...of pretend thing?"

"Guess so."

She swallowed and spoke in an airy, broken voice. "Let me be your wife tonight and...and pretend we're trying for our first baby."

I didn't respond. I remembered Mom in the night calling me "Jake" and asking for the same thing. But, this was different. Lia wanted me, not Jake.

She misread my face. She quickly said, "You don't want to. I'm sorry! I..."

"No, no. Lia, I want to. I will."

I slipped my erection from her anus. Then, I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her softly and deeply. She yielded, offering her tongue. I took it inside my lips, caressed it with my own tongue.

She broke the kiss, wiped tears from her eyes, and whispered, "Give me a baby, my love. Cum in me."

I drew my hand from between her legs. Taking her hips, I rolled her to her back. She hugged me with her legs, drawing my penis inside her.

She gasped.

"I want to have a baby with you, Lia," I told her.

She nodded. "Make me pregnant."

I drove my penis into her.

She hushed a cry, knowing that Mom was still sleeping in the room next to us. Emma was just down the hall.

Strangely, the idea of impregnating Lia was incredibly arousing. She continued crying, and the way she looked at me—with such sad longing and desire—made it all the easier to pretend.

She, too, must have been excited by the idea. We found a rhythms driven my slow, deep thrusts, mashing our bodies together. She began to move quickly to a climax. She gasped, "Oh, give me a baby."

I grunted.

"Cum in me," she urged.

I groaned.

"Make me pregnant, my love," she cooed.

I drove my penis deep.

She bit her lip, stifling another cry. Tears slipped down the sides of her face.

Our mouths joined, our tongues met, and she moaned her climax into my mouth. I grunted mine into hers.

My entire body felt like it was stretching—from my toes to my neck, my muscles felt that kind of relaxing ache from a deep muscle stretch. My heart pounded, firing hot blood through my veins. My body burned, and under me, Lia's felt like the perfect soothing, balm. I sank my penis as deeply as I could.

Lia screamed into my mouth.

The release was pure joy. I felt the semen bursting out of my body.

Lia broke away, moaning her love for me and for this new child.

I told her she was beautiful, so beautiful.

She melted into me, crying tears of joy and sighing through the final sweet moments of her orgasm.

The spasms of my own climax began to die away. I collapsed on her, and she folded her arms around me.

A minute or so later, she whispered, "Thank you, my fuzzy boy."

I kissed her breast in response.

"It was real, like I was really your wife," she said. "I can feel your sperm inside me."

We rested there, not moving for a few minutes. At some point, we both changed positions. Lia was careful to keep my penis inside her. Back on our sides, she fell asleep in my arms.

I dozed, in and out of sleep. When I awakened once to find we were no longer joined, I took the opportunity to ease out of the bed. Mom wouldn't like it if she caught me spending the night with Lia.

Strange to think, given all that had happened, but it was true: Mom would be mad. She would assume we were in love, and I didn't think Lia would want Mom to know. I didn't.

I went back to my room and fell asleep thinking about Mom, Lia, and Emma, all soundly asleep, all three of their bodies brimming with my sperm.

***

I can't even describe how strange and sad it was to say goodbye to everyone the next morning.

***

Too much to think about, I didn't say a lot on the five-hour ride back to school with this guy I knew from my dorm. We weren't great friends or anything, so it probably didn't matter.

I thought about Mom, when she first took hold of my penis to squeeze out the final drops. I remembered when she pulled her pants down and let me kiss and lick her bottom. I recalled how she wanted to teach me, to help me understand, and so she bent down and put her mouth on my penis for the very first time. Sighing, I thought about that place on the stairs in our home where, at the darkest hour of the night when I was so upset about Aunt Blair, Mom had bent over for me and let me make love to her.

I wondered what the future held for Mom. The cups had brought something out of her, something she'd buried for more than a decade. Was she ready to let sex and companionship be a part of her life again? Ready to forget Dad and move forward?

It seemed that way.

Yeah.

Then, I thought about Emma, who so desperately wanted to show how she was different from Mom. I liked how she cursed and used language that she knew would anger Mom. I smiled, thinking about how she rebelled against the asexuality of Mom's home. Emma must have, in the privacy of her room, worked hard to learn how to fit a penis down her throat. I remembered—with gratefulness—how she might have freaked out about the things she'd seen—Lia and me in my room, Mom and I on the stairs—but she hadn't. She'd liked it.

But, she'd been unsure of herself. She needed me to smell her vagina, to know if she was okay down there. When I took in the aroma of it on her fingers, I knew I needed to taste them, taste her. Later on, she wanted to show me what she could do with my penis. She was shy and hesitant in her asking. I remember how she smiled when I nodded and let her.

I had no doubt that Emma would keep having boyfriends, but I think she was a changed person, too. Maybe, I thought, she and Mom had reached a point where Emma didn't feel the need to test Mom anymore. Maybe they could actually like one another and be friends.

And Lia. Dang it. I loved Mom. I loved Emma, too. But, Lia. I really, really liked her. So dutiful. So giving. So insecure about herself that she never really had a boyfriend until...until me, I guess.

I remember watching her dance in her panties. I remember her wonder and joy at making me ejaculate with her hand in front of Mom. I remember how she let me dip my penis inside her—just a little.

Lia was my first. To hell with Aunt Blair: Lia was my first.

Lia told me she loved me, and I had said the same to her. I remembered how she gave of herself so freely, how she just gave me her bottom—let me touch it and lick it all I wanted, never complaining, never judging.

I remembered sleeping beside her, my penis nestled into her bottom. There was nothing so comforting and perfect, I thought, as being able to spend the night with her in my arms.

What would she do now?

I wondered.

I imagined a time, down the road, when we might both be married to other people, but still in love with each other. I thought about her with a new baby—not mine—yet still desiring me. During a visit to see my new nephew, Lia would come to me in the night after feeding the baby. I would nurse on her breasts; she would nurse on my penis. Then, we would cuddle together and, for the sweetest few minutes in the world, sleep. When she left to return to her husband's bed, she would kiss me, and I would lay in silence, longing for her return.