You head back to classes, but it hardly matters.

“Is that... all...sir?” Erica grunted, the word 'sir' practically dripping with venom.

Giving both of your latest conquests a quick glance over – neither looking in the best shape, dripping with cum, or otherwise gasping for air – you had to fight back the thoughts of using them a bit more. Just because you could fuck them some more, didn't really mean you should.

With a painted on smile to the girls, something that was not returned, you shook your head with a chuckle, forcing yourself to head to classes. It was the responsible thing to do.

Thankfully, your good sense of responsibility seemed to have been rewarded. The rest of your day was far less eventful than your morning had been. You were actually able to keep your mind on your work today.

Now that you were finally starting to embrace your new privileges as apart of your life, rather than a toy you had to be responsible with, it ironically became easier to push aside in your mind. That wasn't to say you had zero lapses, your mind did tend to wander to what some of your sexier classmates did to make ends meet, and what you could do to make sure your end's met. Overall though, it was a good day, of course you still couldn't help but be drawn to the idea of finally kicking off and heading home.

You had come to the decision to be responsible with your privileges, and getting sleep at night so you could have productive mornings was the outcome of that, but you still had an entire afternoon to fuck until you dropped!

With that thought in the back of your mind the entire day, once your last class ended you made a hasty withdrawal straight back home.

“Welcome home, sir!”

“W-welcome!”

Nalini and Emma were both kneeling by the door, across from each other. Both were also wearing nothing but t-shirts, your t-shirts.

You wouldn't have ever described yourself as particularly burly, but seeing these two women wearing your clothes had you reconsidering. The worn, grey graphic-tee Nalini was wearing covered her completely, even going as far as to pool in her lap a little bit, but with her long, silky hair down, it lent a casual innocence to her normally sexual body. The exact opposite of what Emma looked like wearing one of your shirts. The plain red t-shirt hung on her like a baggy sundress, despite that though, she was practically slipping through the collar. You could see one of her smooth white shoulder and part of her chest as the shirt struggled to find purchase on her slender form.

Your pants were starting to get painfully tight at the mere sight of them, so you quickly set about remedying that.

“I got _both _of you waiting for me today?” You chuckled gleefully as you started undoing your pants.

“Yeah... I just, uh, felt... bad about... yesterday....” Emma winced, lowering her eyes to the floor her cheeks starting to go pink.

An all too familiar sight by now, not to mentioning inviting.

“Look's like someone had a busy day!” Nalini immediately gasped as soon as your pants hit the floor and your rock hard cock sprang free, a sly grin on her face.

You and Emma both snapped your attention to your cock. After heading to classes you had forgotten, but Nalini had reminded you, your meat was spotted with lipstick. There was kiss marks on your balls, some faded, but two incredibly prominent ones overlapping the rest placed on opposite sides of your sack. There was also a few, red smears down the length of your meat, which would've been concerning – for a moment at least – if not for the red ring in the shape of a pair of lips wrapped around the base of your cock.

“Haha! Yeah, I stopped by the cafeteria to have a late breakfast, and while I was there I fucked some of the staff.”

Nalini let out a grunt of understanding and a nod, while Emma just seemed enraptured by your cock now. She was just short of drooling over the sight of your cock, smeared with the sexy makeup of a woman she could only imagine.

“Now that I think of it though, how about giving me a bit of a spit-shine over in the living room?”

You quickly strode off towards your couch, Nalini and Emma crawling after you with a quick murmur of agreement. Shortly after dropping to your seat, Emma took up position between you legs, sitting on her heels, off to the side. She was no doubt making room for Nalini, but busty woman had hung back,

“Oh don't mind me, he's all yours.” Nalini urged Emma from behind, placing a a hand on the girls shoulder and flashing you a wink, “Actually, why don't I give you somewhere to sit?” Nalini grinned, and immediately flipped onto her back.

Emma took a moment to give her a wide-eyed glance, but after a quick look at you, she swallowed hard and gave Nalini room to get into position, before mounting her face. With a slack-jawed shudder, Emma settled back onto her heels, her crotch over Nalini's face as the older woman went to town on the teen.

For a moment you thought Emma might've gotten lost in her own world, but before you could remind her she had work to do, she lunged forward, wrapping one of her small hands around your cock and the other braced against your thigh as she, hungrily stuffed your meat in her mouth.

With her eyes squeezed shut, Emma bobbed up and down the length of your cock with an enthusiastic fervor. You got the impression that she was trying to distract herself, but you weren't going to complain.

Eventually the teen seemed to get her bearing's and calmed down. Her face was now flushed and she was breathless with her attempts to fuck her own face with your cock, but she was now in control of herself enough, to pull of your cock and dive towards your balls, making a concentrated effort to suck the smeared makeup off your sack.

It was then you were interrupted by a loud knock on your door.

You went rigid at the noise and Emma too froze underneath your balls, looking up at you hesitantly and murmuring,

“Should we stop?”

You locked eyes with her, your cock laid over her face as you took a moment to consider your next course of action. You weren't particularly excited by the idea of quiting just as thing's started to get good...,

“It's open!” You grumbled loudly over your shoulder.

You didn't want to get up or even answer the door, but if paying for sex made the act completely ordinary and acceptable, than whoever was at the door was going to accept they weren't going to interrupt you.

As soon as you finished shouting you heard the door swing up and footsteps approaching immediately after.

“John! I'm glad I caught you!”

You twisted your head around just in time to see your mother jogging over, a huge smile on her face. You didn't have enough time to even react to the older woman briskly marching towards you, before she stepped around the couch and got a good look at you, from the waist down, not to mention what Nalini and Emma were doing.

“Oh! Nalini, Emma! I hope my son hasn't been too hard on you!”

“Wha– No!” Emma pulled away from your balls with a wet smack in her haste to deny your mother, but quickly dove back in.

“Mhhm, not at all!” Nalini mumbled the same from under Emma.

“Well that's good to hear.” Your mother nodded solemnly, before flashing you a smirk.

Placing a hand on top of Emma's bobbing head, you sighed towards your mother,

“So what's up? You wanted something?” You worked to get your fluttering heart back in line after her unexpected presence.

“Oh yes!” Your mother belted, bouncing on the balls of her feet and clapping her hands, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday by inviting you over for dinner tonight!”

You took a moment to chew the words over, letting them sink in as Emma slurped up and down the length of your meat.

You mother came all the way out to your dorm, just to apologize? About something she didn't even think was that big of a deal the day before?

“After you're done here of course.” Your mother added casually, waggling a finger at the back of Emma's head.

Something didn't sit right with you...,

“Uh, why are you apologizing?”

“Huh? Oh... well you seemed upset last night and I... felt bad sweetie.” Your mother quite obviously made up on the spot.

You struggled to keep your expression neutral as you tried to feel out the situation, Emma bobbing her head the entire time, indifferent to your battle. You couldn't say you were particularly happy to be reminded of your little tiff from the night before, but what really got your goat was her insincerity. She was scheming something that much was clear, but what?

“If you want, I could help you out, ahem, again.” Your mother coughed, averting her gaze slightly before turning back to you with a smile, the barest hints of pink to her cheeks, “Then I can give you a ride back home.” She quickly added.

At her words you instantly remembered her on her knees in front of you. How you creamed over her face, as she struggled to get away, her eye's squeezed shut while you blasted her with the pent up contents of your balls.

With a roll of your eyes, you grabbed Emma by the back of the head and pinned her to your balls, before standing up, keeping yourself sheathed in her throat as you did,

“You wanna take over for Emma then?” You grunted at your mother, unable to hide the irritation in your voice.

Part of you was resistant to even ask it from your own mother, but you were trying to shut her down. After all, you already confirmed she was resistant to taking over for Nalini before. However, you weren't prepared for a powerful, lust-filled throbbing of your meat, still buried in Emma's throat, as the idea of your mother on her knees under you filled your mind.

“Ah! Well... no... I mean, it's her job, I don't think it's appropriate for me to step into that!” Your mother coughed, her brow knitting slightly and her cheeks going red, “I'm still your mother after all!” She quickly added with a forceful tone, fixing you with a glare.

“So what exactly _is _your idea to 'speed things up?'” You grunted, readjusting your hold on Emma.

While you were struggling with your own thoughts and an unprecedented level of arousal they brought, Emma had much more physical problems. Tears were streaming down her face as she gave a few fruitless coughs to attempt to dislodge you.

“Well... I mean, I could hold her head for you... like.. um, last time?” Your mother murmured averting her gaze.

Still trying to shake your own thoughts, you locked eyes with your mother. You wanted to say what you said next was because you were still irritated over what she did yesterday. You wanted to say you were spurred on by her insincere 'apology' which you were positive wasn't the entire story. In the end though you could only say those facts contributed to your decision, but they were only pieces of it,

“If you want to speed thing's along this time, how about giving me a show?” Your stomach immediately felt like it had become twisted and your heart started to race as the words left your mouth, but there was another, unmistakably powerful throb to your cock, still lodged in Emma's throat.

“How do you mean?” Your mother cleared her throat and looked at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well since apparently touching me is a lot harder for you than touching girls that are supposed to be taking care of me, I figured you could just show off your body.” You still weren't entirely sure what your wallets effects could encompass – among other uncertainties of yours – but even if she wasn't as eager as some to get near your cock, you knew you still had options.

“Couldn't you just get Nalini to speed thing's up for you?” Your mother grumbled.

“She's already busy.” You grunted plainly.

Just then, Emma's hands flew up your legs and she patted you on the thighs desperately, drawing your mother's attention. Finally with a sigh, your mother winced at you, and in a hurried tone murmured,

“Alright! I get it! I'm here to apologize for last night and everything... what do you want me to do?”

Your heart and stomach were both doing back flips, it didn't feel real to you that you had just wormed something like this out of your mother, but then again, nothing about your situation in general seemed real. Latching onto that thought for now, and trying to shake your doubts, you flashed your mother an amicable smile and dropped your grip on Emma.

In a flash, the girl pushed away from you, red-faced and gasping for air. As she leaned away from you though, you couldn't help but note that her knees were still firmly locked to the ground, pinning Nalini's face between her slender, creamy thighs. If you had any doubts about how she felt though, they were wiped away when a moment later, still gasping for air, the slender teen roughly shoved a hand between her legs and started to work her fingers feverishly.

Returning your attention to your mother, while taking a step closer, placing your meat over Emma's face, you glanced over the woman who raised you. She was a bit more casually dressed than last time you saw her, this time wearing a tight, formfitting, lime-green tank top and a pair of plain black, almost see-through, leggings, all paired off with some white ankle socks and slipped into a pair of light blue, faux-leather loafers.

“I think a strip tease would be good.” You locked eyes with your mother, bracing for some kind of backlash.

All you got was a weak wince though, paired with a murmur,

“...I don't know....”

You were positive she just needed one more push to give in,

“What's the problem? You said you wanted me to hurry my business along, and short of doing Emma's job yourself, getting naked seems like the next best thing you could do. Right?”

“Well... I suppose, but I'm your mother. Even if it's just to move thing's along, I'm not sure how appropriate it is to get naked for you.”

Without missing a beat, you threw up your hands and recoiled, letting out a horrified roar,

“Wow! Mom, don't make it sound like something weird! You're just helping me with some business, that's it!”

Immediately your mother's face went beet red and her jaw dropped as she looked at you in shock.

With your dick firmly at the wheel, and going in for the kill, you added with a grumble,

“And I thought you said you were trying to apologize–”

“Okay fine!” Your mother moaned, cutting you off and throwing her hands up, “I get it! If you need something to look at to speed things up... It's not that bad I guess... I'll give you a show....I mean I offered and everything....” She ended with a grumble, her face still red, but her shoulders slumped in defeat.

You were starting to get good at working your wallet....

With a nod and a grin, you wordlessly reached down for Emma's head. She wasn't gasping for air any more, but her eye's were still squeezed tight as she worked her fingers in a frenzy between her legs, grinding her hips against Nalini's face the entire time. Once you grabbed her head though, her eyes fluttered open, going wide as you pushed your cock back down her throat, but any resistance was gone a beat later when she started to suck emphatically.

Meanwhile, your mother grabbed the hem of her shirt haltingly, fixing you with a nervous look for a moment, before taking a deep breath. With a sway of her hips, your mother shut her eyes and slowly started to peel the shirt upwards, revealing her slim stomach.

You began rocking Emma's head back and forth in a trance, hardly able to comprehend what you'd just convinced your mother to do. A moment later though, you were lost in the moment, when your mother yanked her shirt over her head, and tossed it a aside revealing a plain white bra, holding in her modest breasts.

After kicking off her shoes, you saw your mother squeeze her eyes shut before turning on her heel and slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings.

With bated breath, completely enraptured by what you were seeing, your handle on Emma's head started to go limp, and you slowed down considerably. Thankfully, after a slightly confused squeak, Emma seemed to realize you were a bit distracted, and took over, bobbing her head as vigorously as she could, all while keeping her hand busy between her legs.

“This get you going, sweetie?” Your mother sighed, you could almost hear her wince, as she rocked her hips back and forth, shifting from one leg to the other and slowly leaning forward, working her leggings down as she did.

You couldn't think to answer. It didn't even cross your mind how fucked up this was – how fucked up you wanted to say it was. There was only one thought going through your mind as you took in your mother's wide hips, squeezed into a pair of plain white panties.

The mere sight of your mother, a taboo to have, so close you could literally reach out and touch it, you didn't even try to control yourself,

“Stay just like that!” You barked, your voice catching in your throat as you stepped forward.

Emma's lips still wrapped around your cock, she let out a muffled squeak and tried to pull away before you bowled her over, but a moment later, you threw your hands out, grabbed your mother by the hips and yanked her against you, her ass driving your cock down the girls throat and pinning her between the two of you.

“W-wha–John! What do you think–” Your mother gasped, trying to pull away.

Instinctively tightening your grip on her soft, plush hips, you grumbled at her,

“Hold on! I'm almost done!” Without waiting for a response, you started to piston in and out of Emma's throat, using your mother's hips to brace her.

“I–you... fine....” Your mother grunted back in defeat from between her knees.

It was no doubt she could feel every thrust you made against her, but it wasn't hard to tell that Emma was the only one taking your punishment. It was a different story from your perspective though.

You were, keenly aware of your mother's hips in your grasp. You felt the sensation of your cock sinking deep into a warm, wet hole every time you yanked your mother's hips back.

It may have been a cheap simulation, but even still, you found yourself approaching climax at a breakneck pace at the mere idea you were fucking your own mother.

After a few more forceful thrusts, which squeezed a few muffled whimpers from Emma, her eyes glazing over and her thighs tightening around her hand as she did, and your mother grunting with every slam, you reached your limit. Pulling out of Emma's throat, leaving her heaving you let out a roar and grabbed your meat, pointing it right at her face. Just as your first load rocketed out and splattered across the girls face though, she started to slump forward, completely lost in her own world, eyes squeezed shut. At the same time your mother began to straighten up.

Without even thinking, you barked out,

“Stay there!”

With a start, your mother quickly bent back over, and Emma threw herself back against her thighs. Both of them accepting your loads without moving an inch.

Once again, you found yourself overwhelmed with pleasure, the sight of your mother's thick thighs framing Emma's flush face, had you completely lost. Without thinking twice you started to shift your aim, drifting sideways so every massive load glanced past Emma's face and splattered over your mother's panty-clad ass.

You went on for what seemed like minutes, turning Emma's face into a mess and coating your mother's rear end in a thick layer of your goo before you stumbled backwards, completely spent.

“Well...” Your mother groaned, standing back up straight with a wince, reaching back hesitantly and feeling her ass, unwittingly scooping a particularly large glob up with her fingers, “...you certainly seem to like making a mess of me....” Your mother added, giving her now sticky, cum covered fingers a wry smile, before turning to look at you and click her tongue.

As she spoke, you could already feel life starting to return to your second in command.

Still reeling from the sheer magnitude of your nut though, you couldn't resist zeroing in on that thought. For all your resistance to the idea, when you actually got down to it, getting your mom in on your sexcapades, not once, but twice, were some of the most exhilarating experiences you'd ever had....

As your mother's attention returned to her almost completely frosted ass – save for a clean spot in the shape of Emma's head – you eyed her over once more. As much as you wanted to say it was wrong, or maybe because it was supposed to be wrong, you couldn't help musing what else you could make her do. To that point, would it be wrong?

With your wallet, what exactly _would _be wrong with fucking your mother, or hell, even your sisters for that matter, if you paid them? For all the reason's you could come up with, you couldn't in complete honesty say you cared anymore. You weren't even sure you'd be able to turn down a chance at giving it to your mother for real if the chance arose.

“John sweetie, could you help clean up this mess, please? Then we can go.”

Still high off the mind blowing orgasm you just had, you just sighed and shrugged your shoulders,

“I don't know. Look's like you're going to have to change your underwear anyways. Why don't you just pull your pants back up and clean up at home.”

Your mother looked at you, slack-jawed for a moment, before sighing back,

“Yeah... I suppose you're right.” With an air of defeat, your mother reached down and slid her legging's back up.

She wound up getting a generous amount of cum on her hands, but after a wry grimace, wiped them on her legs, adding to the already massive wet stain that had spread across her leggings.