No, You lie.

"It's Brother Benson," you lie. "He needs me to make an emergency delivery from the Bishop's Storehouse."

"Oh no! Right now?" Your mother exclaims.

"I'm afraid so, Mom," you say. "I'll have to do my father's work later."

She pouts in a way that nearly makes you lose your resolve. But you don't want your pregnant sister to arrive all hot for you only to find you fucking your mother. Janalee was never patient before. You doubt that has changed.

"That's not fair at all!" Your mom says. "A mother has needs!"

You go up to her and stroke her cheek.

"You know I love you, right mom?" You say.

She answers by shoving her tongue in your mouth and grabbing your ass. Your cock starts arguing with you that it is perfectly possible to give Mom a quicky and still be ready for Janalee.

But you know that just isn't true so you gently curtail your makeout session and rush to your room.

"Oh poop!" Your mother swears at your retreat.

You are about to rush in and get dressed when you remember Cami is still in your bed. You sneak in, not wanting yet another nymphomaniac family member diverting your attention from Janalee. Again you are astounded at all the horniness previously held in check by religion. It really isn't fair that they've been so repressed for so long.

You bite your lip and decide you can't leave Cami and your mom like this. In addition to your clothes, you grab the tripple combination and a pen and sneak back out to lock yourself in the bathroom.

You're only one man. The women in your life need more than one sexual outlet.

You start to edit.