Of course take something.

It is quickly apparent to you that everything your mother is saying is right. Your brother is powerful in the company, and you have been given a lot just because you are your brother’s favorite. Losing that favoritism could mean losing everything that you have gained.

You look at your mother as she is finishing preparing herself, “Mom, do you want to have your son consider you his favorite?”

She gives you a soft smile, “Honey, having two men fighting over you is a dream come true for us contracted women. So, I would be a fool not to want that.”

That was her polite way of saying that, whether or not you took her up on her offer the moment your brother entered the room, you both are women at war. Your eyes suddenly fall on your mother’s done-up body, in fear. You could tell from years of training that she can make her fertile pussy glisten with juices on command. She had everything that was needed to take your brother’s eyes. Right in front of you is a body that could begin taking everything away from you, and it scared you to the core.

Not wanting to be outdone, in fact, knowing it is necessary to crush her completely, you dig into her bag and pull out a white triangle string bra. The bra is just made up of three strings that don’t even attempt to cover your nipples, but the under string does still give your tits some lift. For bottoms, you grab a matching white string thong. Then you took the marker right from your mother’s hand and, using your landing strip as an arrow, you write on your stomach “forever only my brother’s,” and on your left tit you write “filling for.” While on your right, you write, “my brother.”

You undoubtedly didn’t like being your brother’s sex object, but the perks that came with being his favorite are the only thing that made it tolerable. So it was a full-on war between your mother and you for the right to be your own brother’s favorite sex object. While your mother finished freshening herself up, you thought of every hot guy you ever saw while fingering yourself, just to get your pussy to shine even more than her’s.

Minutes later, he finally enters, and the sight must shock, because when his eyes fall on both of you, he just stops. He saw his sexy mother lying on her back with just a red string covering her glistening pussy. Her tits, whose nipples are only slightly covered by a little piece of red fabric, moved up and down with each of her breaths. And a marker on her stomach proclaimed that it was her son’s breading ground.

To her right, he saw his sister with her three full fingers deep inside her own wet pussy, her tits hanging through a white triangle string. On her stomach is a marker that states her brother’s permanent ownership, and on her tits is a marker implying that they are filling with milk for his future child.

You have never stopped nursing my first child, and the tight string squeezed your tits, so a little bit of milk leaked out of each of my nipples, making a small stream down your mounds.

You look at him with quasi-pried as his eyes shift back and forth between both of you, not knowing which is better to look at. His towel slowly rolled off his body, bringing his hard, veiny cock into view. His cock just stood erect and twitching back and forth. You could sense your mother’s greedy eyes fall onto her son’s cock, the very cock that should desire you the most.

You wanted to make it known that it was yours, so you quickly pulled your finger out of your pussy. You clean your fingers off in the only thing available, your mouth, before crawling over to your brother on all fours. You slowly lick up his shaft, marking it and everything that comes with it as yours in front of your mother. “You like what you see? She is going to join us for the next month.” You said that loud enough so your mom could hear. You wanted her to know this was only temporary and she wouldn’t ever be his favorite.

You and your child need everything to come with being his favorite, and as a result, you are going to do whatever it takes to stay as his favorite.

Then you heard her voice. It was soft, gentle, and almost submissive. She knew all the ways to gain a man’s attention with just her voice. “Well, son, your mother’s fertile pussy, is all nice and warm. Her finger circle her pussy before licking them clean. “and wet for you.” It sickens you to watch his cock jerk at the sound of her voice.

You look up at him, giving him your best submissive puppy dog look. “So is mine, honey.”

Your mother put the nail in the coffin next. “You can enjoy that pussy whenever you want; you only got mine for a month. And besides you have already knocked her up, so you can’t make her any more pregnant, me on the other hand, my womb is still waiting for a nice ...strong … Cock To knock it up.” She used all your strengths against you. She used to the fact that you are already “forever his” and pregnant with his kid to her advantages.

You are helpless to do anything as his attention shifts to his mother. His cock slowly pulled away for your mouth and towards the bed where your mother is waiting.