John, Hannah, and Samara

I signaled Samara to join us. My Justicar smiled at me and walked over to my mother and I, her large breasts jiggling within her suit of red armor.

Mom followed my hand gesture and spun around to look behind her, giving me an obstructed view of her big, naked ass for the first time.

“Oh,” she muttered, seeing Samara for the first time. She looked back at me for a few moments, surprise evident in her green eyes. I wondered how her mind was dealing with the idea of being naked in front of someone who was effectively a stranger to her. My mother swallowed and set her jaw, authority returning to her gaze. I guessed she figured if Samara wasn’t going to react to her nakedness, then she wouldn’t say anything. “You. You’re the Justicar who helped me against those mercenaries in the marketplace.”

Samara nodded, stopping a few feet away from my mother.

“My name is Samara,” she said. She gave my mother a respectful bow. “It is an honor to finally meet you, Admiral Shepard.”

“Hannah’s fine,” My mother replied, her voice uncharacteristically warm. “And the honor is mine. I have no idea why you helped me or how you know my son, but my marines and I owe you our lives. Thank you.”

Samara’s lips curved upward.

“I appreciate your gratitude, but it is unnecessary. I was merely doing my duty,” she said stoically, though I could tell from her expression that hearing those words had made her happy.

“Still, I owe you one. If there’s anything I can do for you in the future, within reason, just let me know,” my mother said. She gave Samara a respectful look before whispering to me. “Isn’t it strange that Samara doesn’t seem bothered at all that we’re naked?”

I shrugged.

“Why would she be?” I shifted my gaze to Samara. “Show her your ink.”

The Asari matriarch nodded obediently. She detached the section of her armor that adorned her right arm. Three sentences written in gold shined against her blue skin.

John Shepard’s Justicar

John Shepard’s Code

John Shepard’s Oaths

My mother narrowed her eyes slightly, shifting her stance. Her big ass jiggled slightly with the movement. God, it was so big and round. My dad had an amazing taste in women.

“I see,” she breathed, understanding dawning in her gaze. She looked back at me, emerald eyes full of certitude. My erection throbbed, and her gaze dropped downward again. Her lips parted slightly. After a few moments, she managed to tear her gaze away from my cock and look me in the eyes again. “So, in addition to being the commanding officer of this police precinct, you also have an Asari Justicar sworn to your service. I’m impressed.”

There was a hint of wonderment in her voice, and something that sounded like hunger layered beneath that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. She studied me for another few moments.

“Is there anything else I should know, John? Who else have you managed to get under your heel while we’ve been on this planet?” she asked.

I contemplated telling her about Liara and Ashley, but decided against it. Better she finds out by reading the writing on their skin than secondhand through me.

“A few others. I’ll introduce you to them soon, as well as explain what I’m doing,” I said, deciding to approach her. She kept her gaze level, even as my eyes flicked downward, drawn by the size of her huge, ripe breasts. “I have a mission. An undertaking that’s going to change the face of the galaxy forever, and you’re going to be an integral part of it.”

She raised a red eyebrow.

“What mission? What could you possibly hope to accomplish on your own? I’m not trying to dismiss you; you’re gifted. I’ve always known that, even if I don’t always express it. But even with the people you’ve gathered to your cause – whatever that is – there’s no way you could hope to ‘reshape the galaxy.’ It’s quite frankly a fucking ridiculous notion,” she said, before narrowing her eyes challengingly. “And why would I help you? I don’t even know what you’re trying to accomplish.”

I gave her a small smile.

“Because it’s your duty to help me, Mom.”

My mother let out a quiet sigh before nodding.

“I suppose it is. I assume you’re planning on explaining what it is you’re setting out to do sometime soon?” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “I don’t like being kept in the dark. Besides, if I’m going to be of any use to you, I need to have the whole picture.”

“Soon,” I said. “Very soon. Right now, there’s something else I’d like to get out of the way. Something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.”

I let my eyes drift up and down her body, taking in the size of her breasts, the wideness of her hips that seem to have been designed for child birthing. Mom didn’t bother covering herself. Her eyes stared at me imperiously, as if daring me to go through with what I had hinted at earlier.

“Get up on the desk, Mom. Lie back and spread your legs,” I commanded.

My mother nodded. Her lips twitched upward slightly.

“Okay,” she whispered, then walked towards Anaya’s desk. She hesitated for a moment or so before turning around and sitting on the desk. Her thick thighs and her asscheeks squished outwards slightly beneath her. She spread her legs like I asked. Her pink pussy lips parted slightly, as if in invitation.

I turned to face Samara. Her silver-blue eyes glowed with lust.

“Strip.”

“Yes, Master,” Samara purred and began taking her armor off.

I approached my mother. Her green eyes stared up at me as I moved between her legs. My cock was fully erect, throbbing as I stared at the woman who’d given birth to me. I grabbed my penis and let the cockhead rest on my mother’s hot, wet pussy. She shivered beneath me.

“Oh god,” she whispered. She swallowed. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?”

I nodded.

“Yeah. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

My mother shook her head. Her red hair pooled beneath her against the desk, framing her face beautifully.

“Of course not. Like you said, **** is perfectly natural and moral, especially when a mother engages in it with her son. We should have done this years ago,” she muttered frustratedly, clenching her fists. She moved her arms beneath her knees, spreading her legs further for me. Her pussy opened just slightly further, and the very tip of my cock inched its way inside her.

My mother sucked in a breath.

“Fuck…” she croaked. Her eyes shimmered with arousal.

A now-naked Samara moved next to me. I took a few seconds to admire her naked voluptuous body, drinking in the sight of her form. I lowered a hand behind her to grab her fat matriarch ass.

Samara moaned softly, but didn’t move. Her eyes stared at me in askance, and I knew she was curious to know how she factored in to what my mother and I were about to do.

“When we first met, you said you knew a lot about giving pleasure, right?”

My Justicar nodded, and then gasped slightly when I moved my hand from her ass between her legs, finding her pussy wet and slick. Her face, usually so stoic and ageless, twisted with pleasure almost instantly.

“I do, Master. I am nearly a thousand years old, and I was not always a member of the Justicar order,” she replied breathlessly, perhaps sensing what I had in store for her.

“What else did you do?” Mom asked, her eyebrows raised curiously.

Samara’s lips curved wistfully and her eyes got a far-off look, as if she were peering into memories she hadn’t thought of in a long time.

“When I left my homeworld, I became a dancer. Over time, I became enraptured by the stories some people would tell me of the cosmos and became an explorer. Once I knew the layout of the galaxy and the intricacies of space travel it was easy to fall into the debauched life of a mercenary. Eventually, I lost my taste for the work, met my mate and settled down. And for a while, I was happy.” Samara looked away.

I gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze. She blinked and looked at me, and placed her hand gently on mine.

“It’s difficult to believe someone like you used to be a dancer,” my mother murmured, her eyes tracing Samara’s naked body up and down with clear interest. “Then again, you Asari live for several of our lifetimes. I guess it makes sense you’d feel the urge to reinvent yourself every now and again.”

“Very aptly put,” Samara said, her tone pleasant.

The conversation died after that, though I could tell there was a lot more Mom wanted to ask from the way she kept opening her mouth and closing it. Eventually, she turned to me.

“So…” she trailed off. It was weird seeing her wait for me to take the lead. But it was what I wanted, so I was going to have to get used to it.

I nodded to myself, a new resolve filling me. Time to get this show on the road.

“Before we get started, there’s something I want to give you, Mom. A gift. A sort of warm-up for the main event, if you will. And before you think about saying no, it’s your duty to accept any gift I offer you,” I let my free hand rest on her left thigh for a few moments.

Whatever denial she had died on her lips. Instead, she asked, “What gift?”

I gently nudged Samara towards her. She could have resisted with but a fraction of her own strength, but as always, she was puddy against my touch. Utterly helpless. Subservient to my whims. I could push and prod her in any direction without saying anything and she would simply allow it.

“Don’t stop until she orgasms at least twice,” I whispered in Samara’s ear. My servant nodded fervently, a smile twisting her perfect lips. New hunger burned within her ancient eyes.

Mom’s eyes widened as Samara bent over in front of her and positioned her head between her thighs. Samara’s fat ass jutted out in my direction, which was almost certainly intentional. She wiggled her butt, causing her assflesh to jiggle enticingly. I smirked.

Samara, you absolute minx.

“Don’t move, Mom,” I said as I moved behind Samara, idly placing my hands on her rear and groping her pliant blue asscheeks. “Let Samara work. She’s got centuries of knowledge over either of us. I promise you’ll enjoy what she does.”

My mother nodded obediently. She took a deep breath, steeling herself as her verdant eyes watched Samara with rapt anticipation and just a hint of nervousness.

A moment later, Samara dove forward, burying her face into my mother’s snatch. My mother gasped and moaned as Samara began licking and suckling at her wet pussy. Wet slurping sounds filled the room.

I moved my cock between Samara’s plump asscheeks before easing myself inside her pussy. Samara was always wet for me, and her slick love canal yielded to me as if welcoming me home.

Samara moaned throatily as she continued to pleasure my mother, who had already started to quiver with her first orgasm. My mother’s huge pale breasts jiggled and wobbled as she cried out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wondered how long it had been since her last orgasm.

“O-oh my god!” Mom said, panting. Her eyes were wide. She put a hand on the top of Samara’s head. “Oh shit! Right there!”

Samara, ever-obedient, kept pleasuring my mother. I glimpsed a hint of dark blue energy along her tongue and lips as she utilized her biotics to stimulate my mother’s nerves directly. Goosebumps prickled across my skin.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.

“When’s the last time you had sex, Mom?” I pumped slowly in and out of Samara’s tight cunt. It coiled around me, gripping me like a vice before releasing only to clamp down again moments later, drawing me further inside. My cockhead brushed against the entrance to her womb, and Samara moaned whorishly. Her pussy walls clenched around me so tightly I almost lost control and came right there and then.

“I-I…” my mother trailed off. Samara slowed down.

“How long’s it been?” I reiterated, delighting in the sight of Samara reducing my normally authoritative mother to a blubbering mess. I kept fucking Samara slowly, withdrawing my cock so that only the very tip remained inside her before easing myself into her warmth again. “Oh… I-It’s your duty to always answer any question I ask you, and truthfully.”

My mother blushed.

“Almost ten years.” She refused to meet my eyes.

My eyes widened. “Ten years.”

Even Samara seemed to pause for a few moments before resuming her movements with gusto.

Meanwhile, I was completely still despite the fact that my cock was well-ensconced in prime matriarch pussy.

I just couldn’t believe it. Mom, completely sexless for ten years? A woman that hot had to have multiple men pining for her everywhere she went. And she almost certainly had. While Mom had always been busy, I’d seen her around men before. Some who weren’t even military. Hell, she’d even gone on dates! Was she… had she really never moved on from Dad? After all this time? She’d just… what? Sent all her dates home without letting them score? Jesus.

I withdrew my cock from Samara’s tight, hot cunt, eliciting a low whimper from her. Her perfect azure pussy, slightly gaped, pulsed in my absence. I’ll fill you up again soon, don’t worry, Samara.

“I think that’s enough, Samara. Go lie down on the desk next to my mom,” I said softly.

Samara obeyed immediately, with perhaps more urgency than I’d seen from her all night. Her eyes flicked from me to my mother. She moved onto the desk, then turned on her side so she was facing my mother. She gently grasped my mother’s left hand, interlacing her fingers with hers. Mom stared at her sharply.

“Are you all right, Hannah?” Samara asked quietly. Her tone felt oddly nurturing.

My mother nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She let out a sigh. “You’re really good at that, by the way. Um, giving pleasure.”

Samara inclined her head.

“It is an honor to serve the mother of my master.”

Mom squeezed Samara’s hand.

“You’re really loyal to him,” she said.

Samara smiled serenely. “I would give my life to keep him safe if that was what was required.”

Warmth blossomed in my chest. Samara met my eyes for a few moments, silently conveying her love and worship of me.

“If you’d said that a few hours ago, I wouldn’t have believed you,” Mom said. “I’d have thought it was a joke or some kind of alien trick to get us to let our guard down. God, so much of what I’ve known has changed just over the past few minutes. It’s… difficult to adjust to it all.”

Samara scooted closer to my mother, pressing her large breasts into my mom’s arm.

“Much of how I viewed the universe has shifted significantly, too. I have your son to thank for that. For showing me the light and letting me know about my true purpose,” Samara said. “I envy you. To be able to take those first steps towards true enlightenment.”

My mother snorted, but there was little derision in it. She looked up at me again.

“Not sure if what I’m feeling right now could ever be called ‘enlightenment,’” she said to both of us. She spread her legs and smiled at me. “But whatever this change is, this so-called “mission” you seem dead set on embarking on, I feel like you’re going to need all the help you can get, whether that be from my military expertise or something more basic. Something… physical.”

She swallowed.

“It’s my duty to help you, John. That’s been the case since the moment you were born, but somewhere along the line I lost sight of that. Got caught up in my service to the Alliance. But you showed me how wrong I was. I’m here now. For you.”

I stumbled towards her almost by instinct, as if in a trance. My mother’s pussy, wet with Samara’s saliva and my mom’s own arousal, pulsed slightly as I approached. I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. She yielded to me almost instantly, and I was inside her warmth for the second time.

I gripped her meaty thighs as I started to press further, driving more of my length inside my own mother. Claiming her. I was the first man who’d had her since Dad died, and I was going to be the last.

She gasped and whimpered beneath me, her amazing tits jiggling as she writhed beneath me.

Samara was content to watch and generally be supportive. Her lips were curved into a pleasant smile. She would only intervene if I asked, or if she sensed it was necessary. Sometimes I wondered if on some level, she could tell what I was thinking and feeling. Anticipate my desires before I’d even verbalized them. I’d have to reward her later for being so unselfish, even though she’d undoubtedly tell me such rewards were unnecessary.

For now, though, the night was about my mother and I and our years of unresolved issues, and the creation of entirely new ones.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered between grunts as I began pounding into the woman who’d given birth to me.

She answered with her own mewls and grunts and moans, a wicked yet satisfied gleam in her eyes as we violated a taboo that no longer existed for her. I felt a sense of unbridled power as I witnessed what the pen and a few words were able to twist my severe, duty bound mother into.

“Ugn! Uh! Oh! I love you too, sweetie!” She moaned, and began rocking her hips to meet my thrusts, crying out as my manhood bashed against her cervix. “Yes, that’s right, John! Fuck your mother!”

I leaned down to grab handfuls of her tits. They were soft and warm and I couldn’t help but squeeze them as I fucked her. My mother’s plush lips widened into an “O” as her body shuddered with her second orgasm of the night. She screamed.

“Oh god, you’re so big! Yeah, keep fucking me! Show me what I’ve been missing out on all these years! Oh shit!”

Her body shook when I nudged against her cervix again, her pussy clamping down on me so hard it was like she never wanted me to leave. My balls clenched, and with my cockhead positioned at the entrance to her womb, I came. Spurt after satisfying spurt of my hot cum spewed into her cunt, painting her walls white.

I collapsed on top of her, spent for the time being. I rested my head between the valley of her breasts. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but Mom didn’t seem to mind. She cradled me in her arms, cooing and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. She planted a kiss on the top of my head. Meanwhile, I sensed Samara watching us fondly. I wondered if she was thinking about Morinth.

Morinth. I really hoped Liara and my officers were close to figuring out where she was. It was high time Samara was reunited with her daughter in a way she deserved.

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