Chapter 9: Convalescing

Given your injuries make it rather painful to move around, you have a great excuse to get started on seducing Alexandra. She's pretty strong, after all - you doubt Chanelle could lift you - so it's only natural that when you want to be moved around, she's the one who princess-carries you to the bathroom or couch or whatever else. She does it all with a smile, since she really does love you.

That's how you wind up in the living room, your head resting on her lap, while one of your favorite cartoons plays out on screen, a show about a rich superhero who fights crime in between living a playboy lifestyle. Alexandra's fingers gently run through your hair.

"I'm going out to do other errands," Chanelle calls out, from the entryway. "Is there anything you need, Alex?"

"Mmm?" Alexandra pauses for a moment. "Some more protein bars, Ellie," she calls back.

"Got it." A second later, there's the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"Ellie's been a bit weird lately," she says. "Any idea why, kiddo?" She asks, with a faintly teasing smile on her lips.

That's quite the question. Of course, the fact that it'll be a good while before Chanelle gets home - meaning that you have potentially hours alone with Alex - isn't lost on you either.

"I got a badass nympho girlfriend, so maybe she's worried I'm going to leave the nest soon."

Alexandra lets out a soft breath at that, gently playing with your hair as she considers your words. "Maybe."

"I do think she wants more kids, though," you add onto that.

Alex chuckles at that. "Jeez, we just got a second kid, and now she wants a third?" Rei is upstairs in your room, probably asleep right now. Having your head positioned in her lap has given you a raging hard-on. "Maybe we should adopt another kid..." she says, humming as she considers the question, finger absently tracing out the curve of your ear as she thinks on it.

You look up at Alex, locking eyes with hers, and you let the raw lust you feel for this beautiful, muscular woman who has raised you for the past decade show on your face, doing your best to make her feel and empathize with those emotions, to experience them herself.

Instantly, her cheeks light up, a lovely shade of pink. She chews her lower lip and turns her eyes to the television, her thighs quietly rubbing together beneath your head, her hands movements on your hair more nervous and awkward than they were before, as if she was terrified that you would somehow figure out that she was horny just by her touch. Seeing her pretending she's not feeling anything has you rock hard, and you try to think of how best to seduce her.

You tilt your head around, a soft movement as you roll your body so that your breath tickles at her stomach, her sex just an inch or two from your face. One of your hands reaches for her hand, taking and squeezing it firmly. "Thanks for being a great mom," you tell her, doing your best to channel all the sincere feelings you have for her into this moment. With your other hand, you start to gingerly rub at her calf, your hand dangling off the couch to do so. Her blush only gets brighter, her eyes flicking between you and the television screen, doing her best to pretend she's not reacting to your behavior at all. "But I wasn't talking about you both adopting another kid."

"Ah... I'm not really 'into' the whole surrogacy thing, or sperm donors... there are lots of kids out there without a parent already," she explains, "if you're not-"

You lean forward, snaking your face in between her shirt and her pants and kiss her stomach, making her spine straighten up instantly in response.

"Wh-what are you doing, Brighton?" She asks, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Showing my great mom how much I love her," you tell her, leaning even further forward, letting your tongue flick against her bare skin, tasting the flavor of her, feeling out the soft bumps of her abs.

"Brighton..." She says it softly, but ultimately noncommittally, too overcome by lust at the moment to resist you properly. "Brighton... you shouldn't..." But it's obvious by the look on her face that she very much wants you to. "Brighton." She swallows. "Why don't you just..." she slips out from under you, lying your head gently down on a pillow as she moves the two of you's bodies. "Just lie there," she says, shifting your body so your head rests comfortable on the arm rest. She stands to one side of the couch, staring for a long second at your groin, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear as she nervously chews her lower lip, considering exactly whether or not she wants to cross this line with you.

You unzip your pants, not giving her the chance to decide not to. Your cock pops up into the open air, throbbing with arousal. She swallows audibly, her throat bobbing as she sees the thick dick right in front of her. A soft little breath escapes her throat. "I'll... since you're injured, it's probably hard to do it on your own, right?" She asks, kneeling down by the couch. "I'll take care of it, okay?" She reaches for your cock, gently stroking it, hazel eyes looking up at you for approval and acceptance.

You smile at her, reaching for her head, gently running your fingers through her hair. "Thanks," you breathe out, relaxing in place, your cock twitching in her grasp, a single drop of precum coming out of the tip. The knowledge that you've already fucked her wife and now are about to get jerked off by her is intensely erotic, watching those slender, tanned fingers of hers rise and fall down your cock, all the while as she blushes and stares up at you. She doesn't even reach down for her own cunt as she works you off, as if the only thing she cared about was your pleasure, which just makes it even sexier.

You let out a hot breath, swallowing as she gets faster on your cock with each passing second. "Please, put it in your mouth, Alex," you tell her. There's no hesitation at all - by this point, she's broken every mental barrier already - and she simply leans forward, engulfing the top of your cock with her lips. She brushes her hair behind her ear, looking up at you sweetly, lovingly, dotingly.

If she's half as good a lover to Chanelle as she's being right now to you, you're incredibly lucky that Chanelle decided to come up and watch you fuck instead of just wasting away the night in the arms of Alex.

You lie back and watch as Alex's mouth suckles on the tip of your cock. Her hand strokes it, a rapid pumping movement accompanied by the hollowing of her cheeks as she slurps noisily on the tip of your dick. Her eyes constantly flick up to you, as if checking for approval. "That's good," you tell her. "It feels really good, Alex. You're doing great."

She lets out the softest of hums in response to those words, as if they were arousing in their own right. You can see her thighs wobble back and forth as she kneels by the couch, trying to stimulate her cunt and clit as she slurps on the top inch or two of your cock, as her hand strokes you up and down. Eventually, she pops off, leaning forward to run her tongue slowly down your whole length, tracing along the veins as she moves, cheeks glowing. "I've seen you hard before," she says, her breath soft, recalling a time when you, uhh, were having some fun and she didn't knock. "You made your dick bigger. Fucking dork," she says, before slurping one of your balls into her mouth, noisily sucking on them, saliva slipping out of her mouth as she stares at you.

You just groan, your length twitching. "J-Julia likes it like this," you tell her, though actually you haven't told Julia you can change how big your dick is and asked her preferred size. You're probably right though. Even if you're not, you're keeping it like this. Alex just hums around your testes, sending a vibration through your dick, her face occluded by the sheer size of your cock, which casts a shadow over her as it towers above her.

She shifts her body as she works, moving until she's on the couch between your legs, on her hands and knees. She runs her tongue slowly up your dick, then, slipping her mouth down around the uppermost part of your cock, squirming faintly as it fills up her mouth and throat. She closes her eyes and it hits the back of her throat, provoking a splatter of saliva down onto your pelvis and thighs. The moment in which your cock hits the back of her throat and makes her gag around your length is one of exquisite pleasure, her throat squeezing at the tip of your length and threatening to make you explode right then and there.

She pulls back, though, wiping at her mouth. Saliva dribbles down her chin before she can stop it, splattering onto her shirt, a pale white t-shirt that seems like an unwanted obstacle. "You're really, really gorgeous, Alex," you tell her. "Can you please take off your shirt?"

She blushes faintly, seeming to consider it for a long second, then lets out a sigh of acceptance and peels it up and off, tossing it to one side. She worms her way out of her sports bra a few seconds later, letting those large, perky tits of hers free, your cock twitching at the sight of them, the tan lines transforming into a confined region of pale flesh in the shape of a bikini, all topped by perky dark nipples. It's made even more erotic when she leans forward, wrapping your cock in her tits, before she starts to slurp on your tip once more.

It's sloppy, now - maybe she noticed that you liked that, or maybe she just knows it makes it easier to titfuck you - with copious amounts of saliva escaping her mouth, dribbling down her chin and neck, splashing onto her tits and your cock. Her hands grip either breast tightly, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as she grinds her tits against you. Her eyelashes flutter, and she seems to be really enjoying this in its own right, humming and moaning pleasantly around your cock.

You reach down for her head, gently running your fingers through her dark hair, admiring her gorgeous face, your cock twitching in her mouth, threatening to explode at any moment despite your desperate desire to keep it going, to continue enjoying this sexy event. "You're really, really good," you tell Alex, who hums pleasantly around your length, her tongue twisting around the tip of your dick where it rests in her mouth. "It feels amazing, thank you so much, Alex, fuh, fuck," you grunt, your hips bucking a little, threatening to explode.

Unlike your preference to stay in this moment for all eternity, Alex wants you to come, and she starts to suck hard on the tip of your cock, grinding both breasts into either side of your cock, smushing and pressing them in, her eyes staring up at you as she does, tongue pressing down against the underside of your length, flicking at your slit, collecting your precum. You can only writhe in ecstasy, the pain of movement briefly overwhelmed, panting and gasping, fingers clawing at the cushions of the couch as your eyes roll up.

You don't hold on nearly as long as you would have liked, ultimately exploding in her mouth within a couple minutes. You actually haven't gotten relief since your injury, so your load comes out in a copious quantity, splattering all over the inside of her mouth, staining her palate and tongue alike as you jerk and twitch. She hums, smiling around your length, wriggling her tongue about in her mouth. She pulls back as she does so, swilling your cum in her mouth before finally swallowing it up. "There," she says, with a note of both finality and regret. Her eyes wander to your length after a few seconds of such pride, though, as she sees you're still hard. "More?" She asks. There's a look in her eyes, as if she loved nothing so much as seeing you squirm under her ministrations, as if she was more likely to seduce you like this than any other way, as if this was her perfect sexual show.

"Please," you breathe out, knowing some cocky line would only ruin the moment for her, and she hums with a smile on her lips, leaning down to take you back in her mouth again. You can hear, just faintly, the twisting of the lock to the front door - presumably, Chanelle. You decide to obscure the noise of the door opening, grasping the back of Alex's head and - as best you can, in this weakened condition - grinding her down against her cock. "Fuck, please, yes, thank you," you practically shout out. Her gags and look of surprise are mixed with raw lust as she sees your responsiveness, your arousal - and then her cheeks flush for a whole new reason as she pops off your cock, seeing Chanelle standing there, looking at the scene.

"I- I left something home." Chanelle's cheeks are bright red, but there's not really judgment in her eyes. It'd make her a hypocrite, you guess.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Ellie," Alex says, already rising to her feet. "I just - Brighton can't, you know, jack off with his injuries, and I thought..." She trails off, lamely.

"It's the truth," you quickly add, making Alex turn her head around to you with a look of surprise on her face. "With my injuries, I can't move around a whole lot, and since Alex is someone I trust, I asked her for help." Not quite an accurate description of things, but who gives a fuck. You want both of them, and you think that'll probably require a bit more cooking time.

"I-I see," Chanelle says. "Should I go? So you can... finish."

"I already got him off, he'll be fine," Alex says, grasping Chanelle by the wrist, starting to pull her along towards the bedroom. "Let me... make this whole weird thing up to you," she says, almost a whisper, but you catch it anyway with your improved senses.

You put your dick away, sighing as you turn back to watching TV. You'll finish them up later, right now, you're too tired to go around messing with them like that. You can get to it later.

* * *

She lay on the hospital bed, her breathing shallow as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. She wished she wasn't the clone so she could just go home to get sucked off by Julia. Or, Rei seemed to think sex as a woman was epic, so maybe she'd rather be eaten out by Julia. She wasn't doing either right now, because she was pretending to be the late Kuroko Kuroda, and that meant sitting in a hospital bed after part of her ceiling collapsed on her. It was funny, really. She actually did have part of the ceiling fall on her.

It had only been an hour and a half since sunset when Milicent Rowden showed up. She was the same dead-sexy busty blonde that she was in her photos, though right now she was wearing a smart business suit more befitting a woman of her stature, rather than a set of lingerie. She settled into a seat next to the bed, not saying anything for a long minute or two, then finally breaking the silence. "I'm surprised you're vulnerable to such a mundane injury. I thought you had power over that sort of thing."

"If I didn't, I'd be dead," she told her, making the vampire hum in apparent acceptance of her paper-thin excuse.

"I assume this will put a pin in you helping with the Yamaguchi?" Milicent asked.

"Obviously." It wasn't like she could do whatever Milicent wanted, since she wasn't actually a mage anyway.

Milicent just hummed, absently taking out her phone. She flicked through it for a minute or so, then spoke up again. "Quite the mess," she said, rolling her shoulders. "I may not be able to keep up my end of the bargain for as long as you're... convalescing. You'll want to make sure you do that as quick as possible, though as I recall you said you can't heal the sick and wounded? Pity." She put her phone away. "Well, I have business. Unless you have something you want to say to me now? Beyond apologizing for being injured in such a stupid way - I don't care to hear it."

"I do want to ask something," the Kuroko clone said, meeting Milicent's gaze as she spoke. She let her power reach into the woman's mind, making a brief expression of pity, in the hopes to inspire some softening in the vampire. There wasn't any visible reaction, but she still felt her power snap into place, so she continued. "What would I have to do for you to keep your end of the bargain while I heal up?"

Milicent squinted at her, seeming to eye her up carefully. She stepped forward, close, and just slapped her face, making her jerk in surprise at the sudden strike. "I'm not doing shit for you until you get yourself well enough to actually offer me something. I can be generous, but don't get presumptuous," she said, in a half-snarl. "That concussion must be really fucking with your head," she declared, striding out of the room quickly, leaving Kuroko alone.

* * *

You absently rub at your cheek, the vague smarting there annoying despite the fact that you are, also, in quite a bit of pain every time you move. It can't have been Rei, since she's lying on the bed right next to you. Is your Kuroko clone in trouble? A slap to the cheek probably doesn't mean much... and it doesn't feel like she's disincorporated herself back into you. Probably had some trouble with Milicent, but not too much. After all, the Kuroko clone is you, and thus incredibly smart and will be fine on her own.

You still need to seduce your moms, though, and your injury provides a great opportunity to do so. It was really obvious that Alex really was enjoying herself, sucking you off, so you're pretty sure she's super into the giving, which is perfect for you, since you're really into the receiving. The guilt's a problem, but it's one you can solve. Chanelle... well, she's pretty compliant, normally with Alex, but she's not really resisted or fought against you on anything. You'll just... use this time to get both of them more on-board with you fucking both of them. They can still be married or whatever, you'll just stick your dick in them for fun sometimes. No big deal.

Next time that you're out of the bedroom, you cuddle up to Chanelle in a similar fashion to how you cuddled up to Alex before getting her to blow you. The difference being that Alex is around - her lap serving as a place for you to put your feet - and that you're going to be much more forward with Chanelle. You let your hands wander along Chanelle, groping her butt, prompting a sharp look from Alex, her hand gripping your ankle for a moment - which is shortly followed by a glance up at Chanelle's blushing, embarrassed face, before she actually does anything.

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"Give me a kiss, please," you tell Chanelle, who blushes even brighter and leans down to kiss you on the lips, earning a squirming reaction from Alex as she watches her wife make out with her son. It's fairly obvious that, while she's not willing to stop you - it'd make her a big old hypocrite - she's also still rather unhappy to watch her wife be making out with somebody else while said somebody else gropes her.

Of course, that just makes you rock hard, the feeling of power and thrill that comes from taking somebody else's woman (even though, obviously, Chanelle is not going to break up with Alex for your sake) getting you deeply aroused. You reach down for your dick, stroking it through your pants as you continue to kiss Chanelle.

"Stop-" Alex starts, then cuts herself off before she can finish the thought. It does make Chanelle pull back from your lips, looking ashamed of herself. "If... if you need your cock taken care of, I'll do it, just ask, alright?" She says, her eyes meeting yours. "Ellie's a... a bit of a pillow princess, anyway. Don't make her kiss you."

"He... well, I love him, he's my son," Chanelle defends herself. "It's not that big a deal to kiss him." Alex's emotions seem to fight over what exactly to do in the moment.

"I love you too, Mom," you tell her, gently raising yourself up off of Chanelle's lap, making you wince and Alex hurriedly close in to catch you if you fall. You wrap one arm around Chanelle, the other reaching out for Alex, who, after a moment, positions herself to let you wrap it around her. "I love you too, other mom." Alex lets out a little chuckle at that, eyes meeting yours, and you use your power again, making her feel intense lust once more. Her throat bobs, her cheeks flushing.

"So... I'll just... take care of your dick, then," Alex says, before slithering down off the couch, kneeling before you. You need to use Chanelle for balance, but literally the first time you came, it was to a porn video you found online of a girl who looked (kinda-sorta-not-really) like Alex on her knees sucking a guy off, so you're not missing this for the world. She unzips your pants, pulling out your dick, a soft pant escaping her throat. "I'll- I'll do you too, after I'm done," she adds, to Chanelle. "Don't worry."

"It's fine. I don't... I don't mind you doing things with Brighton," she says, glancing at you, then down at Alex, clearly using her wife's behavior to justify her own. You don't care though - still get to have a pretty pair of lips wrapped around your dick, which is exactly what Alex is doing as her mouth opens wide, lips stretched like a yawning chasm ready to take your cock.

Alex wraps her lips around your cock in short order, a beautiful sight to see, that mouth stretched wide, her arms pressing down against the ground for balance, a muscular, powerful woman you've always looked up to, now on her knees sucking you off to try to stop you from molesting her wife too much. Not that Chanelle minds your touch; you let your hand slip down from her shoulder to grope her ass, and she just hums and smiles, blushing as her gaze flicks back and forth from you to Alex and back again, confirming that everything is all fine, she can do this and nobody can make her feel bad about it.

Your thoughts get cut off when your cock hits the back of Alex's throat, making your mother gag around your dick, a flailing spittle of saliva impacting your thighs and balls as she does so. She's barely a quarter of the way down your now-massive dick, and there are already tears in her eyes as she tries to take more in her mouth. And that's exactly what she's doing - her fingers are gripping your thighs tightly (tight enough you're glad you got a head injury, not a leg injury) as she grinds herself against your cock, choking and gagging as she does so, more and more spittle flying out of her mouth as she gets ever more teary-eyed.

Even as she roughs her throat up on your cock like that, gagging and twitching, it's obvious she's enjoying herself. Tears may run down her cheeks but her eyes are half-lidded in quiet, transcendent joy. Spit may coat her chin, but there's a smile on her lips anyway. She's obviously not sucked cock in a long time - if ever - and you may have made it rather hard on her, with your unnecessarily large dick, but you don't really care, seeing your mom like this is too damn sexy.

You lean over to Chanelle, kissing her cheek, glancing down at Alex as you do so. She just gurgles faintly, maybe a third of your dick in her mouth, just the head lodged in her throat as she tries to get even more of it down - there's no complaint. You tilt Chanelle to face you, and start to properly make out with her, tongue invading her mouth as Alex chokes herself on your cock. It's insanely sexy, your mothers the first two women you ever truly sexually desired, ones that have frequently been part of sexual fantasies on your part, now realized in a way you would once have thought absolutely absurd.

One hand gropes Chanelle's tit; the other slides down between her legs, pushing up her skirt, peeling off her panties, sticking a couple fingers in. Even then, all Alex does is try to choke herself even more on your cock. A glance down seems to suggest a kind of desperation in her gaze - sure, she likes seeing you in pleasure, but now she's trying to get you off as fast as possible to get you to stop fondling her wife. It's too fucking sexy, your cock twitching and threatening to explode right in her throat then and there.

You have no idea if Chanelle senses that you don't want to come and are about to, or if it's mere coincidence, but she breaks off the kiss. "A-Alex, please eat me out," she says.

Alex instantly obeys, popping off your cock, her sclera pink from the rough treatment she was giving herself, coughing a couple quick times and wiping her mouth - then instantly pressing her face up in between Chanelle's legs. You pull your hand out from down there, just watching as Alex noisily slurps, practically making a show of it, as if declaring that she's definitely better at eating pussy than you.

That's fine with you, of course. You've got no interest in eating pussy.

Chanelle's hand reaches for your cock, and she gives you an almost-apologetic smile, starting to stroke you off. Those slender, feminine fingers, the slight quirk to her paint-red lips, and of course the flush of color as she gets eaten out by another woman are deeply erotic. Then Alex sees what's happening and hurriedly moves to take over for Chanelle, jerking you off hard and fast as she slurps on Chanelle's cunt, tongue going wild.

"Fuck," you breathe out, your cock twitching in Alexandra's hand. "This is wonderful. Thank you, Alex. You were literally my first sexual fantasy, I'm so happy that this is finally happening for real, I love you both," you declare, earning a blush from both women. Chanelle comes a moment later, her fingers suddenly digging into Alex's head as she pushes her wife's face deep down in there. Alex only gives a satisfied hum as Chanelle squeals and squeaks in pleasure, eyes rolling around in her head.

Once her orgasm finishes, though, Alex is right back on your dick, bobbing and sucking as best she can, one hand stroking what of your cock she can't get in her mouth - which is most of it. She's absolutely unforgiving with herself, rough as possible as she fucks her face on your cock, as she chokes herself, as she gags and twitches and asphyxiates, as her cheeks turn red and tears stream down her cheeks, every moment is unbelievably forceful and intense and erotic, your cock threatening to simply explode right down her throat at any moment.

You finally just do so, your hand reaching for Alex's head and dragging her as best you can in between your thighs, your legs locking around her face as you grind your cock against the inside of her throat. She just hums pleasantly around your length, the convulsions of her gagging throat only serving to massage your cock, and you finally unload, then, letting go completely for a long few seconds and just enjoying the moment, closing your eyes as you deposit a nice thick load directly into Alexandra's stomach.

When you're spent, she pulls off, not even waiting for you to release her - she's stronger than you, after all. She smiles up at you. "There you are, Brighton. Any time you need to come, let me take care of it for you, okay? That goes double for you, Ellie," she adds, with a half-cocked smile. "Any time you want it, I'll be diving down in between your thighs, alright?"

Chanelle awkwardly shifts her weight. "O-of course, Alex," she says. There's something in her voice that suggests something's off, though you can't quite put your finger on what. Her wife is offering to eat her out at any time, but... what?

Oh. Duh. She likes your cock more than she likes getting eaten out. Your dick twitches at that thought. It's definitely true, now that you think of it. This monster was pretty much made to break women and get them addicted to it, after all.

You're still hard, even if you did just come. Maybe it's your supernatural endurance, or maybe it's just the fact that you have two beautiful women who have long danced through your sexual fantasies. In either case, since your dick got Chanelle totally addicted to sex with you, maybe it'll work on Alex, too? It's worth a shot.

"Could you please ride my dick..." You trail off, first looking Chanelle in the eyes, then turning your gaze down to Alex, who looks almost mortified at the thought of watching you fuck her wife. Perfect. "Alex?" You ask, giving her a flutter of your eyelashes.

She swallows and nods, quickly taking off her clothes, just stripping naked in a rush, revealing tan lines and muscles and an unshaven bush, thick, dark hair surrounding her sex as she shifts her body to settle on your lap. "If it hurts, you have to tell me," she says, her fingers reaching down for your cock, angling it at her sex. Chanelle watches in relief, clearly glad that now, she definitely doesn't have to feel bad.

* * *

Alex stared down at Brighton's face, her breathing shallow. This wasn't any worse than sucking him off, really. If Chanelle didn't want her to do it, she'd be complaining. This was ridiculous. How was this happening? She almost wanted to back off, but Chanelle would almost certainly be happy to take Brighton's cock, and... she couldn't take that. Fucking her son would be fine. Fun, even. Watching Chanelle get fucked by him... just seeing him finger Chanelle had made her go a little batty. But she couldn't complain, since she had been the one to suck Brighton off, to get right in between his legs and wrap her tits around his dick. If- if Chanelle was like this, wasn't that better than her being enraged, leaving her? It definitely was.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started to slide her way down his length, feeling the sheer size of the thing as it slipped in her. She'd never been a size queen with guys, but fuck if it didn't feel nice, the sheer novelty of its girth beating out anything she'd ever had in her cunt, whether human or plastic. She opened her eyes, seeing Brighton with this shit-eating grin on his face, and Chanelle just watching with seeming relief.

It was an intense set of sensations, the feeling of his cock inside her. It wasn't a cool slip, it was like it was scooping its way deeper and deeper, her breath hitching as she felt his length just grind away. Her hands went to his shoulders, digging into them for a moment, seeing his lack of pained reaction, and then kept holding there, just grasping her son tight as she ground herself down his cock. Chanelle smiled gingerly as she looked up at Alex, her expression not jealous in the least - just another way they were two different people.

When she'd gotten about halfway down Brighton's cock, she gasped, the sensations intensifying as the pressure felt like it was increasing. Her fingers dug into his shoulders tighter, and she stared into his eyes, wanting to see his reaction. He was panting himself, his lips parting in erotically cute ways, the tossled black hair looking almost handsome instead of nerdy, with the fire currently burning between her thighs.

What was it that made her react like this? She was so horny right now, so desperate to feel him inside her. The same feeling had resulted in her cheating on her wife in the first place, and even if it was clear Chanelle had forgiven her, she-

Her thoughts were cut off as his hands grabbed her hips and he dragged her, forcefully, down the rest of his length. She gurgled, saliva spraying out of her mouth, splattering onto his face, her eyes briefly unfocusing at the sheer, forceful, intensity of the sensation. It was buried deep, deep inside her - deeper than she honestly would have thought it could go - as their pelvises met one another. Chanelle gave her a sympathetic smile as her brain restarted, and she hurriedly wiped at her own mouth, adjusted her weight, tried to gather herself. She was here to get Brighton off, not to get herself off. Her wife was right there. She needed to keep it together.

She started to grind her way up his cock, then, sucking in deep breaths through her nose. Brighton's hands squeezed and groped and caressed her ass and thighs, and she did feel at least a little bit complimented that a young man with an insanely hot girlfriend thought she was attractive enough to feel up like that, like she was the sexiest woman in the world.

He spoke up, then, turning his attention over to Chanelle. "Why don't you show your appreciation for Alex's hard work, Ellie? Give her a kiss." Chanelle leaned forward, her lips soon meeting Alex's, her hot breaths rolling into Alex's mouths as she did so. Her hands groped Alex's tits, fingers cupping and playing with the flesh like she was a teenage boy who was horny. Their tongue danced about, and she let one hand leave Brighton's shoulder to instead grasp Chanelle, holding her mouth against hers, making out with her as she slowly but surely fucked the boy they had raised together.

At some point during that long ride, Chanelle started to squirm and moan into Alex's mouth, as if she was being pleasured. Alex gave Brighton a quick glance, but really, she knew what was happening - he was fingering her wife, right in front of her. Her arousal didn't gutter out, didn't decline in the slightest - she was as wet as ever, and she was actually about to come right now, the grinding sensation of his cock inside her dragging her up to the edge.

She came, then, shuddering atop Brighton, her finger digging tighter into his shoulder, grasping Chanelle and holding her even tighter, feeling every bump and vein on Brighton's cock as it throbbed inside her, as her walls milked and caressed it. She wasn't even on the pill and she was having unprotected sex with her son right now. But Chanelle hadn't said anything, hadn't tried to stop her - she'd even seemed excited, almost egging her on - so she couldn't complain.

Right now, her wife was moaning in her mouth from another guy's hand, and she was coming buckets on said other guy's cock. It should have been humiliating, and it was, some. But she was still horny as hell, even as she came down from her orgasm, popping off the kiss with a wet noise, pulling her mouth back from Chanelle's, staring her wife dead in the eyes.

"It's nice, right?" Chanelle asked, her voice almost nervously sweet, as if she was worried that she'd been hurting Alex by watching her do all this. Was it some kink of hers? A cuckquean thing? It didn't matter. She loved Chanelle, she was just glad that she hadn't stormed out and divorced her when she'd found her with Brighton's cock in her mouth. She nodded, smiling gently, and leaned back into the kiss with Chanelle, closing her eyes and trying not to think, to simply enjoy the sensations.

Sometimes, Brighton would grab her hips and yank her down his cock hard, making her sputter right into her wife's mouth. She took it with increasing ease, choosing to just focus on the fact that she was making someone else feel good - that was what she loved most about sex, the feeling of bringing pleasure to someone else. Her body grew increasingly accustomed to Brighton's cock, his length throbbing inside her, twitching, threatening to explode at any moment, making her pant heavily into Chanelle's mouth, her body twitching atop his, her tits bouncing. She just kept going, and going, forgetting anything but sex itself, but the taste of Chanelle's lips, the feeling of cock inside her, the occasional glance to the expressions Brighton wore as she worked him over.

When he finally came, it just felt like a clap on the back and telling her that it was a job well done. There wasn't any anxiety, any more. No guilt about fucking someone besides Chanelle; no worry about someone other than her playing with her wife. She just rested her head on the couch behind Brighton's head, remaining lax on his lap as his cock slowly but surely wilted inside her, telling her that her work was done.

"Thanks, Alex," he said, kissing her on the cheek, and her heart fluttered a bit at that, a smile crossing her lips.

* * *

Now you have a beautiful, muscular woman who's draped her body over yours and probably doesn't want to move. It does mean you probably can't just move on to fucking Chanelle right in front of her, but she seems to have pretty much accepted things; you couldn't really see much in the way of anxiety on her face, after all. You sigh and rest your head on the cushions.

You gently stroke her back, softly running your fingers along the bare flesh of it. You've done great so far. Supernatural power has given you a hot girlfriend, a female Asian clone you can fuck, and now, your two moms both have happily bounced on your dick to the point of exhaustion. It's awesome.

You wind up convincing your moms to let Julia stay over to help keep an eye on you - given that it is rather time-consuming for them both, and the awkwardness that ensued from having fucked them both, they're more than happy to acquiesce to that request.

Julia takes full advantage of your convalescence to tease you to hell. She'll rub her tits against you while feeding you, straddle your body to "massage your shoulders," constantly talk about how she's an onahole but then demur from actually doing anything because she "doesn't want to hurt you while you heal, goshujinsama." She has no excuse for not stripping naked until you heal up, other than your moms, so you drag Alex up to your bedroom and ask her to tell Julia that it's okay if she wants to spend the time naked.

She does, with a certain smirk, apparently enjoying your interplay with Julia for whatever reason. You do force Julia to start sucking you off, since that can't possibly hurt you if she does it properly, and you just enjoy constantly ramming your massive cock right down her tight throat as her naked butt wiggles back and forth in the air.

Alex doesn't seem as awkward about everything as you expected her to be, which is good. Chanelle doesn't wind up coming into your bedroom for any fun either, which is a disappointment you take out on Julia's face, roughly gripping her hair and fucking her throat up and down your cock while she frantically fingers herself.

You can feel your body's condition improving as the days pass by - on the fourth day, you can get up out of your bed under your own power, though you only really manage to hobble around beyond that. It does make it impossible for Julia to deny you any longer, so you stuff her face in the pillows and fuck her.

Admittedly, not as hard as you would have if you'd been in better condition. The pumping of blood in your head after you finish off brings a painful headache, so you just tumble onto your back, wince, and wait for it to go back down.

Julia hand-feeds you, washes your body, carries (well, helps; she's not that strong) you about when you want to go somewhere, all totally naked, without complaining if you grope or fondle her body. It's pretty fun.

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