The Honeymoon, Part 3

Your belly feels pleasantly full as you sink back into the soft recliner sighing in contentment as Melanie your mommy-slut practically inhales your throbbing cock. You hadn't been aware of how much of a turn-on nursing at a woman's teat would be until you had met her and now sucking at her soft, creamy tit-flesh consistently guaranteed a steely erection. Lucky for her because you semen was now her favorite treat in all the world, you had seen to that.

"She's very good at that, isn't she?" Sofia comments.

You let your head loll back onto top of the recliner and look up at her standing right behind your chair staring down at the busty, blonde MILF working your shaft between plush, hungry lips. Your dark haired, olive skinned mother was dressed now. She had donned a strappy white semi-transparent bikini that would have showcased her more sensitive parts if not for some artfully placed floral embroidery. It contrasted well with her deeply tanned skin showcasing her narrow waist, firm hips and bust beautifully.

Melanie moaned as your stiff cock lurched in her mouth before swallowing your tumescent head into her tight, slick throat.

"Yeah she's a hungry little cock-sucker. Now come here and give me a kiss, my gorgeous mommy-bride."

Your wife and mother smiles as she bends over the headrest to plant her full glossy lips on yours. The upside down nature of the position means her long midnight hair washed down across your chest like a silky curtain as her large swelling breasts cushion your head. Her nose tickles your chin as she hungrily deepens the kiss, her tongue eagerly chasing your own and you can feel her body quickly heating in burning arousal for you, her own son and now husband.

The twins Madison and Morgan are chatting excitedly about a day out on the two jet-skis you have reserved on your pier and give you smokey-eyed looks as they pass by on the way to the hot-tub in matching black string bikinis. You are too involved in working your tongue into your mothers throat to notice as you do your best to fuck her stunning, mature face with your tongue. All the while thrusting your hips up to cram as much of your long, throbbing cock between Melanie's ravenously suckling lips.

"Ha, she is good but not as good as me, I'd hazard. I took you all the way to the base on my first try and you are a very big boy, John." Your fake Aunt Georgia says sashaying by in her own two piece with a tasteful wrap hugging her wide hips and juicy ass.

She truly is just a more mature, riper version of your twin cousins and her mouth was fast becoming a real favorite place for you to nestle your aching shaft. She perches herself on a nearby couch, keeping half an eye on the action while she taps away at her smart-phone distractedly. Erica is taking her turn in the small bathroom to freshen up after breakfast but the sound of a shower running is distant to your ears as Melanie takes Georgia's words as a challenge and doubles down her efforts.

"Aaaah~ Fuck Mommy!" You groan, breaking away from your sizzling hot kiss with Sofia to shoot a hot glare down at Melanie. "Are you really that hungry for my load?"

"Mmmmhhmmmm!"

Melanie moans her affirmative around your hard flesh making it tingle before diving back down it's length and gagging as it knocks on the back of her throat. Not to be outdone, she uses the expanding muscle response to lodge your bulbous tip firmly in her esophagus as her tongue rolls and lashes the underneath of your sensitive shaft making your hips tremble.

You feel long fingers running tracing through your hair and hot breath washes down your neck as your mother Sofia nibbles on your ear and starts whispering sweet filthy words to you.

"Of course she is, Sweetie. We all are. All of your hot, horny family wants the taste of your cock in our mouths and bellies full of your thick, yummy cum."

Jesus but she had crossed the Rubicon hard and you couldn't get enough of it as you felt a heavy jet of your pre-cum spurt into your mommy-sluts hungry, working mouth. Sofia moves her smoldering lips lower to pepper kisses on your jawline as she continues.

"We need you John, we need you to take care of us like only you can. To feed us your big cock and fill our empty pussies with that massive baby-making dick..."

Her hands roll down over your shoulders and begin caressing your muscular chest as she salaciously runs her warm tongue in a long, hot lick up the side of your neck. You are so over-whelmed you hardly notice that you have seized handfuls of Melanie's long, golden hair and are brutally dragging her down to meet your wildly bucking hips, frantically fucking her lovely, flushing face.

"Do you think you can get me pregnant soon, Baby? Give me that daughter that I desire growing in my belly? Give me your baby sister and fill my big tits with milk so I can feed you too?"

"Oh fuck, Mom!"

You're almost thrashing in the chair now, riding the very edge of that glorious abyss of carnal fulfillment, ready to plunge at any moment and explode like a goddamn hydrogen bomb. Melanie's face is turning beet red but she doesn't fight it as you hunch forward and **** her head all the way down to your base for your final few, earth-shattering thrusts into her bulging neck.

Over on her couch Aunt Georgia's phone falls from nerveless fingers as she watches the three of you with wide eyes and a slack-jaw. Her free hand is mauling her own large breast, pinching her large, protuberant nipple through the sheer swim-suit fabric and a darkening wet-patch is spreading in her bikini bottoms.

"Can you do it for Mommy? Please Sweetie, can you fill all of us up? Can you make all your family girls fat with your baby sisters, infant cousins and growing daughters? We need you to knock us up, you're our big Family Man and we need you so badly..."

"Oh, Mom- Fuuuuuuuuccckk~!"

Your nuts flex like great medicine balls and you roar as you pour a geyser straight down mommy-slut Melanie's throat straight into her waiting belly. Lights dance in your vision as you hold her there, her nose nestled in your pelvis and your draining balls against her chin. Her neck muscles work, gulping and slurping down your prodigious load until you finally release the **** grip on her hair.

She doubles over in a short coughing fit, hacking up a dense wad of your cum into her hand before finally settling. You feel like you just raced a marathon and Sofia slicks back your sweaty hair, giving you a warm smile over-flowing with maternal pride and joy before bending down to leave a gentle kiss on your flushed cheek.

"Mmmmm, thank you Baby. You did so well." She croons softly as you fight to catch your breath.

"Yes, thank you, Darling." Melanie echoes.

Her voice is a bit raspy and her face is a sweaty, sticky mess but she gives you a self-satisfied smirk as she licks lips glossy with your seed.

"Shall I clean up breakfast now?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned off the seat-belt sign. You are now free to move about the cabin..."

The flight to your honeymoon hideaway was over twelve hours in length so it hadn't been a tough decision to book your seats in first-class rather than coach. Your father Carl had tried to protest until you reminded him that this was your first honeymoon with your mother Sofia and he should make sure it was extra special.

You hadn't wanted to seem unreasonable though so in the end you had compromised by only purchasing two first-class tickets and settling the rest back in coach. He was going to need some savings left for a house deposit on the new home you promised your mothers after-all and you could always rotate your girls out of the second first-class seat if you wanted.

So far that hadn't been a problem as you were enjoying canoodling with Sofia in the lavish, spacious seating. Touching, giggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other like the giddy newly-weds you were. It was a fun little game for you both to see how much you could get away with under the plastic smiles of the pretty air hostesses.

She had worn a lacy white, open backed summer dress with a low plunging neckline only held in place by nearly insubstantial spaghetti straps. It barely came down to her knees so when she snuggled up to your side and crossed her long legs it showed off a bronzed stretch of firm, thick thigh almost all the way up to her full, rounded hip.

She had rested her head on your shoulder with happy sighs of contentment as she wrapped both arms around your bicep to pull your arm between her fat, bulging breasts in a warm embrace. The amorous position pushed her big mommy tits up in the flimsy little dress until an edge of her large cappuccino nipple was almost peeking out the top. You were preparing to reach in and palm a handful of those womanly treasures when you were interrupted.

"Aaaaw, don't you two look so sweet together." Said an air-stewardess with 'Belle' printed on her name tag. "Going on holidays together are we? May I interest you in some complimentary Champagne?"

She was a slender red-head approaching her middle years but looking no worse for it. She was dressed in the slim fitting pencil shirt, blouse and blazer uniform in the airline's colors and gave you both a well practiced courteous, if fake, smile.

"Our honeymoon actually and yes, that champagne sounds lovely." You told her openly, eyeing her up and down.

You clocked the hint of surprise that almost showed through her serene expression as she took in the clear age difference between you. and your mother and decided to have some fun with her.

"I know, I know. You don't have to say it. She's old enough to be my mother, right?" You commented airily giving your mom's hip a squeeze and making her titter like a schoolgirl.

"I wouldn't like to say, she is a very beautiful woman. You are a lucky man." Belle said and blushed a little as Sofia slid a hand over your thigh to rest beside the growing bulge in your dark slacks.

"She is and I am, isn't that right Dear?" You asked your mother then pulled her in for a sizzling kiss before she could reply.

"I... ummm... I'll be right back with those drinks." The flustered hostess blustered before hurrying away just as Sofia's hand moved up to start stroking your hardening cock over your pants. You weren't having it though, you unbuckled your seat-belt and started working on your belt as you spread your knees as far apart as the seat would allow.

"Quick Mommy, I want you on your knees sucking my dick before she gets back." You hissed in her ear and she nodded quickly before sliding out of her own seat to kneel between your thighs.

You sighed at the feel of her warm breath on your tip when she fished it out of your open fly with just her lips and craned your head into the aisle to watch for Belle while your mother's warm, wet tongue lolled delightfully around the head of your twitching length.

"That's it Mommy, take it in like the good mommy whore you are." You growl down at her as the Stewardess reappears from the galley carrying twin tall flutes of sparkling wine.

"Mmmmhmmm!"

You only had moments before the red-head got back to your seats and you really wanted to put on a show. You were already at full mast thanks to Sofia's talented lips and tongue so you placed one hand on the back of her head and guided her to bob a little faster, a little deeper and a little louder. When she did you knew it wasn't going to take you long to finish this little public performance.

"Here we are, two glasses of bubbly for the- what are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? My wife is sucking my cock at fifteen thousand feet." You told her with a smirk. "Gee, they don't make them too smart up here in the friendly skies, do they?"

"You- You can't be doing that here." Her expression was shocked, her face turned nearly as scarlet as her hair and her voice was thick with scandal.

"Sure we can- aaaah!" You gasped as your mother swirled her skillful tongue under your sensitive tip "...we're on our honeymoon."

You loved watching the effect of your power settling over someone. Belle's expression softened from alarmed to one of professional concern.

"Of course, sir but we do ask you to be mindful of our other passengers. I'll fetch you a blanket to cover your lap and the lovely bride." She said, settling the wine glasses on the tray table beside you.

"That would be great... ha!" You gasp as your mothers lingual ministrations bring you quickly to the edge. "Play your cards right and maybe I'll send you off with a little passenger of your own. Oh fuck Mommy, I'm coming!"

"Thank you, sir. I'll go fetch your blanket."

"Nnnnnnmmmpphh!"

"Well, that was one of the hottest things I've ever witnessed." Aunt Georgia purrs, languishing deliciously in her spot on the couch.

"Our boy knows how to take such good care of us." Sofia affirms, hugging your head to her soft, pillowy chest and gently stroking the back of your neck with her immaculately manicured fingernails.

"Our 'Man' you mean?" Melanie asks climbing from her knees to slide onto your lap and kiss you affectionately on the forehead. She immediately returns her nimble fingers to your wilting manhood and begins stroking some life back into it making you groan.

You knew that this little vacation was going to be an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord of sex but this was getting ridiculous. Even with your new power and the Coolidge effect in play there had to be limits, not that any of your women are complaining.

"Well, he'll certainly be the man around my house once Carl is firmly out of the picture." Sofia says, sneering out your fathers name.

"Our house." You correct her with a cheeky wink. "Once Uncle Mitch finishes making all the arrangements."

Georgia looks down as her phone starts to buzz on the cushion beside her. Flipping it over to view the screen, she rolls her eyes and lets out a long suffering sigh.

"Speaking about the buzzkill, that's him now. Sweetheart, how about we just let it go to voicemail while you fuck Aunties tight pussy raw in the hot-tub with my daughters?"