Training for your first orgy

Today's Saturday, the day you told Ailani to move in. There's only one way to properly celebrate four stunning harem members in your house (at least two of whom are already pregnant with your child): a good, old-fashioned, orgy. You decide to use the bulk of the day in preparation. For you and Dana, obviously the least experienced, that means training.

You and Rosa head to the kitchen to find your naked mother preparing breakfast. You're momentarily shocked, but then remember your order that she be naked from now on.

"Rosa, my slut is obeying orders. Obedient sluts deserve rewards, don't you think?"

"Yes, Master John." Interesting. You hadn't told her to call you master.

Not that you're one to complain.

You feel your cock stir to life again at the sight of Erin's nude ass wriggling in anticipation of a reward. You approach from behind and stick two fingers into her snatch with no warning. You're pleased to find her wet (again following orders). You bring your pussy juice-covered fingers to your mother's mouth with a silent but obvious command. Erin opens her mouth and immediately begins cleaning herself off of your fingers. Wasting no more time, you move behind her and grab her waist while you line your shaft up with her soaked entrance.

"Don't stop cooking," you command as you thrust in, hard. However, to Erin's great disappointment, you simply stand there, fully seated in your mother, the tip of your cock brushing the entrance to her womb. Your hips are pinning hers against the counter, so there's no way for her to stimulate herself without stopping cooking. Instead, she whimpers in frustration, begging you to fuck her and breed her.

You have decided to start training immediately. Once again, you concentrate on your sperm, trying to see it, to feel it. And suddenly, there it is. A well inside you, tracing the path of the male reproductive system. You can feel the fullness of your balls, the energy waiting to be released. And a surprise: you feel a spark in your mother, too. It seems your mother is still carrying your seed inside her, and your mind immediately races ahead to whether this is your child you're sensing.

Nonetheless, as with before you cannot simply will an orgasm. But you're close, so you rear back your hips and shove yourself in, hard. Once, twice, three times, and then you're shooting rope after rope of your essence into Erin. You can feel it spreading through her. As usual, she climaxes immediately upon feeling your jizz in her, but valiantly continues preparation of breakfast.

Following breakfast, you assign tasks for the day. Rosa takes Dana back to her room to teach her how to use a strap-on and let her practice. Meanwhile, Erin will give you more practice sensing/controlling your sperm and while your father will pick up party food and otherwise prepare the house.

You retire to your room, your mother in tow. You tell her that you're training your stamina, which is technically not a lie, and that you want her to suck your cock but not try to make you come. Rather, she is to try to maintain a medium level of pleasure. You sit on your bed in a meditative pose and Erin nestles down at your feet and her mouth envelops your shaft.

For the third time today, you seek out an energy inside you. The practice has had an effect; you quickly find the now-becoming-familiar feeling of your full balls. However, this is the time for experimentation. You try to change scale, seeking to zoom in as far as possible. It's not easy to separate different strands of the energy you're feeling, but after some time you sense a natural division in the soft flow of essence. Seizing upon it, you find you have narrowed your focus down to a single testicle.

All this practice has heightened the sensations created by your mother's expert blowjob, and you feel the stream of your spirit increase in intensity as you groan and fill her mouth with your cum. In what is almost certainly a coincidence, you hear Rosa's screams of pleasure indicating that Dana's a quick learner.

You smile and return to your training.

By lunchtime, you've gotten to the point where you can exercise small control over a single sperm, but otherwise remain no closer to control of your overall climax. Meanwhile, you can hear that Rosa's demonstrating some of the finer points of strap-on use; Dana's squeals and moans set off another orgasm in your mother. You've lost count; it's clear that she's using the steady supply of your jizz to catch up on several days' worth of orgasms.

You don't want anyone to wear out before the grand finale, so to speak, and so you bring everyone to the table for food.