More sucking and fucking.

I lie down on the couch as the nurse, whose name I have yet-to-ask, begins giving me a handjob. "We never finished our fuck," she said, before straddling me in my present state. "Don't worry. I've been trained in handling EDPs."

She wasn't kidding, and I soon came into her while she orgasmically called out my name. The nurse was naked and cuddling me as my mother Leigh came in, now wearing a sheer negligee, and carrying a bowl of soup. Rebecca, who had taken off the rest of her shirt, remaining topless, asked the nurse: "It hasn't been three hours since he fucked my wife. Is this some kind of accelerated disease?" She had fear in her voice.

The nude nurse exited me and dripped some fluids on the living room floor. "Probably not. He was just overly stimulated from the situation outside. A quick fucking is the best cure, and we can keep monitoring him round-the-clock to make a determination."

I had had sex two or three times now, I thought, as I sat up and ate my soup. "We'll get you a new bed, Johnny. In the meantime, you can use our bed. And sleep with us, of course." Mother Rebecca was looking majestic and matronly despite her topless demeanor. "Suck my dick."

As she eagerly attempted to suck my still unerect cock, I pondered tonight's sleeping arrangements. Aunt Marisol should be here soon, and I intend to keep her around. Maybe Patience or some other virgin. My adopted sister, Lena, had her birthday party today, but I guess my diagnosis had made my mom and family completely abandon the plans for it. Maybe I'll make it up to her by knocking her up. Hell of a birthday present.

I quickly became erect, this fucking stamina, and Mother Rebecca began coughing up the cum as she attempted to swallow it. "Sorry," she said, standing up as she wiped away some leftover ejaculate. "It's been a long time since I gave a blowjob."

"You should go practice on your father, later." She nodded demurely at the suggestion. Mother Leigh turned the screen over the fireplace on, and the sounds of my two mothers fucking filled the room. "Here's some home movies we made in the years after your father's ****. We stopped a few years ago, but it was a habit we picked up from him."

I was transfixed by the image of Leigh wearing a strap-on, grinding into Rebecca, on their bed, taken at some point in the 2020s. I would've been a small child then. I was familiar with my father's surviving videos on the old PornHub, and the few that survived the blackout of 2028 included a couple with my mothers at their prime. This was a more experienced couple, less timid and more flagrant in their actions. The Hub account had dozens of similar videos in the thumbnail.

I was getting ready for Round 4 or 5 when the doorbell rang.