Orgy 3: Going Full Oedipus

With his vision blocked by Brenda’s thick thighs, John was left with only his other senses and imagination to paint the scene he was a part of. At some point, one of Kiera’s hands left his chest and John couldn’t help but imagine she had reached out to Brenda, their hands entwining together as they rode out their passion.

Shortly after that, both of them pitched forward somewhat and their moans became muffled, and John was sure their lips were locked in a passionate embrace. He could see it clearly: Brenda, already taller and bolder, taking the lead and dominating the kiss. The image spurred John on to further pleasure them, increasing the strength of his thrusts and fervor of his tongue. His reward was Kiera’s inner walls rhythmically squeezing his cock and Brenda’s legs pressing against his ears as her pussy did much the same around his tongue.

But such things weren’t going to endlessly play out and soon John felt his orgasm approach. With his mouth occupied, the most he could signal his coming end was to tap Kiera’s waist. A slight shift in Brenda’s position preceded her speaking up.

“Hmm, it seems John’s about to pop, Kiera,” Brenda purred and Kiera shuddered. “Are you?”

“Y-yes!” Kiera moaned out, her pussy doing its best to wring out John’s cum.

A hand touched John’s abdomen, perfect nails lightly racking up and down his slightly defined abs. Above him, Brenda hummed appreciatively.

“Sweetie,” Brenda breathed out, her pussy grinding against his face as he guessed her own orgasm was approaching. “Make her cum again. Make us cum again.”

John was nothing but a dutiful son and put his all into making the two women atop him cum before he did. It was a tough task, especially with phantom sensations from the slime filtering into his mind at times, making him feel three different pussies at the same time, each different in feel but aligned in trying to coax out his cum. Still, he held himself at the edge until Kiera bucked against his groin, her core clamping down on him.

Her orgasm was the final straw and John felt his release spill forth, his groan into Brenda’s pussy tipping her over the edge. With a sensation of great satisfaction, John let himself rest as Brenda and Kiera regained their wits atop him.

“Oh my, that was wonderful,” Brenda cooed, filling John with a perverse sort of pride. “Kiera dear, how did you like that?”

Kiera babbled something in a winded tone, too quiet for John to make out between his heart beating in his ears and Brenda’s thighs gently pressing against them.

“Seems it was a bit much for you, poor dear,” Brenda fussed. “Alright, let’s set you down for a bit of a breather.”

Brenda moved off John’s face, the light of the room causing him to blink rapidly until his eyes adjusted. As he did, Brenda helped Kiera off his dick, the semi-erect organ flopping down upon his abs, sticky with the combined fluids of him and Kiera. Before he could sit up, Brenda was back at his side after tending to Kiera, the bluenette lying a bit away, her breasts gently rising with her breath.

It was an odd parody of when he was sick as a child and she would tend to him, but the taboo of it only hastened the return of John’s erection. Brenda smiled down at John, bent over so that her breasts swayed with the slightest of motions. Her eyes flicked to his dick for a moment before going back to his face.

“So vigorous,” she purred. “And something tells me the magic isn’t playing that much of a part. But I think you need some care before we move on to the next part.”

Before John could ask what she meant, Brenda shuffled down and settled herself between John’s legs, the limbs parting automatically to make space for her. John propped himself up on his elbows, words failing him as his mother readied to tend to his dick.

Gentle hands reached for his cock and took hold of it with the care one would give to a priceless treasure. John sharply inhaled as Brenda moved one of her hands up and down his dick.

“So sticky,” she murmured, taking the hand she had been moving and brought it to her mouth. With deliberate motions, she licked one of her fingers, which caused John’s dick to pulse in her hand. “But what a nice flavor. Think I’ll try some more.”

Brenda leaned forward and opened her mouth. John held his breath as she extended her tongue and licked the underside of his dick. John nearly threw his head back, the pleasure of the simple action somehow so much greater than expected.

“Mmm, so tasty,” Brenda hummed, locking eyes with John before she fully descended upon his cock, engulfing the head with her lips. Now John did let his head fall back, the taboo of it all elevating the pleasure to new heights. Brenda’s tongue swirled around the tip, licking up every last drop of his cum and Kiera’s juices.

Once the first inch was thoroughly cleaned, Brenda went further, bobbing her head down to about the halfway point several times before pulling back up and releasing his dick with a pop.

“Seems I still got it,” she said with pride, gently running her hand up and down his cock. She gave it one more wet kiss before saying, “I could nurse you all day, but I think I need some relief. Care to give me a deep tissue massage?”

John had no idea his mother could sound so sensual, but he liked hearing it. Brenda didn’t wait for his obvious answer and pulled away from him, shuffling back a bit before settling down on her back, her legs spread slightly open, enough for him to slip between. She moved her arms to above her head, lacing her fingers behind her head. That caused her breasts to be pleasantly displayed in all their glory, ready for John to have his way with them as he pleased.

John got up to his knees and shuffled over to her, gazing down at her. He knew beforehand that his mother was an attractive woman, in a way he could admit some guy was handsome. But now he saw her just as much as a woman as any of his lovers and very much wanted to show her how much he appreciated her body.

He leaned over her prone form and gently cupped her cheek, lifting her head up to kiss her. Brenda moaned into it as John got into position, the head of his cock teasing her soaked lips. She bucked her hips, trying to get him to enter her and John found himself unable to resist the temptation.

He shifted and drove his cock into the woman that birthed him. Brenda broke their kiss and let out a throaty moan, her arms flying up to wrap around John, her nails digging slightly into his back. While the velvety embrace of her pussy dominated his senses, John held himself back and looked down at her with concern.

“I’m fine, sweetie,” she breathed out, easily guessing the question on his mind at a glance. “Just been a while since, you know.”

Her sudden bit of bashfulness made John chuckle and he dipped down to kiss her once more.

“Just let me know how slow or fast to go,” he murmured.

“Sweetie, I trust you,” Brenda said, but a dangerous gleam entered her eyes. “I know you won’t go too far, but I think this dry spell’s been going on for far too long. And I think it needs to end with a bang.”

John got her message loud and clear and he began to drive into her, starting slow but quickly picking up the pace. Brenda arched her back as John plundered her core, her hands gripping his back with all their strength.

“Yes!” she cried out, her legs lifting off the bed and crossing behind John’s back, limiting the range of his movements but ensuring he couldn’t pull away from her. Not that he wanted to. With short powerful thrusts, John drove into Brenda with reckless abandon, her pleasured cries spurring him on to push into her faster. Her pussy spasmed around him, **** to coax out his seed.

“Mom,” John groaned as his orgasm built up. “Don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”

“Just a b-bit more, sweetie,” Brenda breathed out. “I’m so close. Make mommy cum. Make me cum!”

John drove his cock in hard at her words, the taboo thrill of it all driving him over the edge. As he came, Brenda did too, her pussy doing its damndest to draw out all his seed. She pulled John close as they rode out their orgasms, forcing John’s face into her breasts. The thumping of her heart was a soothing beat and Brenda brought her hand up to run her fingers through John’s hair.

“That was so good, sweetie,” she cooed, massaging his scalp. “Such a good son, making mommy feel good.”

A growl broke through their moment and both of them turned to the source. A bit aways from them, Kiera sat, her legs spread open, a rivulet of John’s cum running between her fingers as she drove them into her pussy. Her eyes were glued to them, glowing with a pink light.

“Kiera, dear,” Brenda spoke, fear beginning to seep into her voice. “Are you alright?”

“S-so hot,” Kiera whined, twisting in place as she moved her fingers. “I’m so hot!”

“Wonder if this is connected to her link to Verida?” John pondered, even as the sight of her masturbating revived his dick, the post-nut clarity beginning to fade and the arousal picking back up.

“Whatever it is, we can’t leave her to suffer, can we?” Brenda remarked in a sultry tone. “Feels like you’re ready for more and it’ll take more than two to put me down.”

She slightly shifted her hips, causing John to groan.

“See, raring to go,” Brenda grinned. “Now, let’s go help Kiera. I have an idea.”

John reluctantly got off his mother, his whole body suddenly cold. Brenda moved with a grace that didn’t speak of the sex they’d just had and got on all fours. With a sultry grin on her flushed face, Brenda prowled over to Kiera, giving her hips an exaggerated sway as she passed John, his cum leaking from her pussy.

The sight of his mother’s bare ass brought a thought out from the recesses of his memory and John couldn’t help but agree with what Aeolia had said weeks ago. His mom did have a great ass.

“Kiera, dear, let me and John help you with that,” Brenda purred as she reached the bluenette. “There’s no need for you to deal with your desires alone anymore.”

Brenda didn’t wait for Kiera to respond to her words and instead lowered herself towards Kiera’s pussy, pushing her hands out of the way. With nothing more between her and the prize she wanted, Brenda stuck out her tongue and began to lick Kiera’s thighs, cleaning up the rivulets of John’s cum before reaching their source: Kiera’s creampied pussy. Kiera let out a shuddering moan as Brenda began to lick her folds and John found himself glued to the spot as he watched, his desire to sate his lusts drowned out by the sheer spectacle of the scene before him.

“Mmmm, such a nice combination of flavors,” Brenda said in a husky voice as she briefly stopped her feast. “But my pussy feels quite lonely. If only there was someone to keep it company.”

Brenda’s plea spurred John to motion and he shuffled behind her, his gaze jumping between where she was diving into Kiera’s pussy and her slightly swaying rear. That hypnotic rhythm would have enticed him even without her remark and John’s hands found themselves caressing Brenda’s lush curves. He admired them for only a moment before he guided his dick back into her pussy.

He sank into the warm embrace and wasted no time in finding his rhythm, his pelvis crashing into Brenda’s cushiony ass. Brenda moaned into Kiera’s pussy as John’s strong strokes plundered her depths, his grip on her hips allowing him to reach deeper than the missionary position allowed.

Each pull back was harder than the last, almost as if Brenda’s snug pussy did not want him to leave at all and was **** for more of his seed. To keep from blowing his load too soon, John tried to find something else to focus on. His eyes naturally fell on the cunnilingus happening right before him.

Kiera’s eyes fluttered open as she moaned, Brenda’s tongue seemingly hitting all her spots. Their gazes met, and for a moment, John feared she was about to become all flustered and try to turn away. But to his surprise, Kiera’s eyes only drifted down to where he and Brenda were joined, her face growing slightly more red but her moans growing in volume.

Feeling a bit adventurous, John decided to speak up. “Enjoying the show, Kiera?”

Kiera nodded, unable to answer due to the stream of moans and other sounds of pleasure coming from her. Spurred on by her reaction, John continued, “Mom’s really going at it, huh?”

“Hmm,” Kiera hummed. “S-so good. K-keep going!”

Kiera’s hands, which had been at her side since Brenda had moved them to reach her treat, now moved and her fingers laced themselves in Brenda’s hair, holding her face in place. Not that she had any intent on pulling away before she had her fill, it seemed.

The hot sight spurred John on more, the slapping sounds of his hips smacking into Brenda’s behind growing in rapidity. His breathing was becoming ragged as exertion began to take its toll and he could feel his orgasm coming. John grit his teeth, wanting to hold off until Brenda came again, and by the increasingly strong contractions of her pussy, she wasn’t far off.

Despite his desire, the need to cum became too hard to ignore and John hilted himself as far as he could and released his load. Thankfully for his pride, his orgasm set off Brenda’s and she cried into Kiera’s pussy, completing the lewd domino chain as the bluenette came on her tongue.

John fell back and admired the sight of his seed dripping out of his mother. Then, a pair of moans behind him made him remember the other two members of this misadventure. Turning his head, he was met with a sight he was sure to remember for a while.

Estelle had been pushed on her back and Teri loomed over her, the goblin’s mouth around one of the witch’s nipples and clearly going to town on it. The spirit-infused slime drove its tentacles in and out of them in an alternating pattern; in Teri, out of Estelle, in Estelle, out of Teri, in a quick rhythm. They were laid out so their pussies were facing John, giving him a good view of the sensations he was feeling from the slimes, feelings that were revitalizing his erection.

“Looks like John’s done with Brenda and Kiera,” Teri suddenly said after releasing Estelle’s nipple with a pop, casting a smokey glance back at him before looking down at Estelle. “Think you’ve been a good girl and deserve a reward?”

“Y-yes please,” Estelle panted out.

‘Well, I’ve missed something,’ John thought, his erection now back to full mast.