Strategy and Tactics

"This is the worst idea I've ever heard, and it's been that way since the last time I heard it." I state, my face planted firmly in my palm. The school day wasn't particularly interesting, and honestly, I was in a hurry to get to Trish's office and find out the plan... Only for it to sound very familiar. "Out of curiosity, if Rosie's plan didn't work with you, why would it work on Rouge?" I point out.

Trish sits at her desk, a smile slowly forming on her face. "It wouldn't, I just wanted to see what your reaction would be, and it's honestly priceless." She explains, letting her laughter break free from its weak constraints.

"I thought this whole thing was time-sensitive? Now you're just killing time?" I growl, Trish is acting even less responsible than usual, in any other circumstances I'd assume she was drunk. "Wait, why am I the one having to keep you on track? What's actually going on?" I ask, growing more and more suspicious.

"Okay, okay... Confession time. I was actually just keeping you here." My aunt reveals, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Just long enough... For her to appear." She concludes, now looking past me. Instinctively, I turn around to see the one person I didn't expect... The one face Trish knew would shock me.

"Rufus Monroe... We have a lot to talk about." My Mum's voice greets me. She's appeared in the doorway, clad in a grey pantsuit, the lack of highlights in her hair giving away that it's definitely her, and a look on her face I've seen so many times, but never this intense... It's to let me know I'm in trouble. "I trusted you to look after your sisters. Now Trish calls me here because... Because you had sex with them." She accuses me.

Oh, shit. I should've known Trish would double-cross me, but this is too much, this is an ambush. "Mum... It's not... I swear, it's not like that, we just... It just happened." I try to defend myself, but how can I when I don't even really see what I did as wrong? "And I didn't have sex with Poppy!" I blurt out, as if that makes a difference.

"But you wanted to." Mum snarls back, slamming the office door behind her. "You wanted to fuck her, just like Marie, and Sienna, and... And Rosie. You fucked my baby girl." She continues, the rage in her voice escalating as she approaches me. "Who was next? Rouge? Jenny? Maybe me. Maybe you were planning on fucking your own mother. Seems like you don't have any restraint, why would we be off the table?"

What is this feeling? It's not shame... Not anymore, not like when Trish accused me. No, it's stronger than that, hotter, it doesn't make me want to cry... Anger. I feel anger, at her not accepting us.

"So what if I did? Rosie's an adult, so am I, so's Marie, and Sienna, and Trish while you're throwing accusations around, you don't seem to mind your little girl sticking her tongue in Trish's asshole!" I bite back. I'm done with this, I won't be pushed into a corner anymore. "And you know what? Yeah, I wanted to fuck you, and Mama, and all the others, because I don't think it's wrong to love people I love. Maybe if you took a minute to consider what it is we're actually doing, rather than being so judgemental, you might understand why... But that's why you don't, isn't it? Too busy riding your high horse."

Silence follows for only a few seconds after I finish my verbal barrage, before my mother meets my gaze. "So, what's stopping you?" She asks directly. Wait, what? Whose side is she on exactly? My answer seems obvious, as she unbuttons the blazer of her pantsuit and throws it aside, before beginning to do the same to her blouse. "I'm right here, if you want to fuck me so badly, why are your clothes still on?"

This is a trap. This is absolutely a trap. One hundred percent a trap. Undoubtedly. I hear the door lock and look at the other end of the room to see Trish lowering the blind, ensuring we have privacy, before I'm brought back into the situation by my mother's blouse falling to the floor. He bra-clad breasts now only a foot away from me, I don't care if it's a trap anymore.

"What's the matter? You were so determined. Getting nervous about seeing Mummy naked?" She asks me, almost mockingly. At this point I can't turn down the challenge, I yank at my tie before throwing it to the ground, and getting closer to my mother as she slides her trousers off, leaving her in only her underwear. You almost wouldn't believe that her body had kids, slim, smooth, sexy as Hell. "Come on, show me how big my boy's gotten." She goads me, as I undo my shirt and let it fall to the floor.

I'll be damned if I'm going to let her call the shots, instead of undressing further, I lunge forward, pulling Mum into an aggressive kiss. I won't lie, she doesn't taste how I expected, more like... Cherries. I can feel my cock stiffening as we make out. It seems she notices this too, as she begins rubbing my crotch.

As our lips part, I almost expect her to slap me, but instead I watch as she drops to her knees, unzipping my trousers, and pulling them down with my boxers, letting my penis slip free. No words are exchanged before she engulfs my dick with her mouth. I almost can't believe it, the lips that used to give me a goodnight kiss, the tongue that read me bedtime stories, now they both embrace my dick, the thought almost makes me come early, but I don't think that's how this should go.

I push Mum away softly, to cut off my pre-emptive orgasm, and help her to her feet. She reaches behind and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her breasts. Sure, she's not exactly setting world records with the size, but my mother's boobs are more than enough for me to appreciate. I lower my mouth and begin to kiss her nipple, drawing out slight moans. "Wow... It's been a long time since you sucked on my tits, it sure feels a lot better now." She giggles. I can't resist any longer.

I grab Mum by the wrist and pull her over to the desk, bending her over. I can't stop to admire her shapely arse, my mind is obsessed with fucking her. I need it. She needs it. Mum simply sighs excitedly as I begin to pull her black panties down, revealing her shaved pussy.

"You still want this, Mum?" I ask, unsure what I would do if she said no... Probably Trish, to be honest. I look back to see my Aunt has her hand plunged down into her knickers, I guess she's enjoying this too.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck your mother." She pleads, honestly, for a woman who's never been with a man before, she's pretty determined. "Put that big cock in the hole that gave birth to you." My mother orders me... That's enough for me. I press myself inside Mum's twat, the wetness more than enough to allow me to slide in easily.

I waste no time in thrusting, as Mum howls like a woman possessed, at first I'm worried I'm hurting her, but her begging me to go harder reassures me. She's a mature woman, I'm sure she's had plenty of toys to get her used to penetration, there's no reason not to cut loose. "You like that, Mum? You like being ploughed by your own son?" I ask her, thrusting away from behind.

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me." She barks, getting more intense with each thrust. "Do you like being back inside me? Gonna come inside me? You wanna turn your own mother into your come dump?" She asks, I don't know if fetishes are genetic, but Rosie definitely gets her love of dirty talk from her.

"I… I do. I want to come with you." I tell her, as I can feel her cunt tighten in response, looks like we're both close. I maintain my tempo for as long as I can, until I'm hit with an orgasm that rocks me out of my rhythm. I feel my sperm coat the walls of the pussy I came out of, and let my mother relax as I try to regain my balance. I can't help but tumble to the floor, my legs feeling like paper.

Mum turns around, leaning against the desk, her face looking flushed but satisfied, I guess she came too, it was hard to tell with how hard it hit me. "Wow... I can see why the girls are such a fan of you." She compliments me as she tries to catch her breath.

"You're really something else, Mum." I admit, drifting into French. Oddly, she doesn't respond to this... Almost like she doesn't understand what I said. "I'm guessing you didn't just forget how to speak a whole language, did you?" I deduce. Her face warps into a sly smile as the façade crumbles.

"After I got my hair dyed and everything, I thought I played the part pretty well." Rouge laughs. "Should've learned some French, I could've kept this going for days." She considers, as Trish approaches her.

Well, I feel stupid, seems obvious in hindsight, but I suppose we're all stupid compared to Rouge. "That, and Mum's a hardcore lesbian, she'd never be this eager to have sex with a man." I point out. Rouge tips her head in acknowledgement of my point. "So... This was all a trick? Rouge knew the whole time?" I ask, still confused.

"First rule of an open relationship is honesty, I never keep anything from Rouge. We do things as a team, or we don't do them." Trish informs me proudly. "I mean, except having sex with you and Rosie, that wasn't planned. Definitely changed my opinion, though." She admits.

"If it helps, I was pro-fucking the entire time, just busy and... Well... When do you get to have a guy with an Oedipus complex fuck you as if you're his literal mother? Couldn't resist." Rouge smirks as Trish kisses her forehead.

I have to admit, I'm impressed, I really got played here... I should be bitter, but I can't feel my lower body right now, let alone resentment. Just goes to show, there's power couples, then there's Trish and Rouge.

They're on a different level.