The Honeymoon, Part 2

Breakfast sounds good. You stand and pull your swimming trunks up from around your ankles, tucking a still semi-hard cock down one leg of the brightly colored swimwear. Taking in a long deep breath, smelling the ocean spray, you let out a happy sigh. Wiping the cum off your hand in Morgan's chestnut hair, you step gingerly around your giggling, pawing fake-relatives to make your way back inside the holiday bungalow to freshen up.

Planning the honeymoon had been somewhat last-minute but you had splurged on direct flights to a pacific island paradise resort and upgraded to the deluxe newlywed package. Well technically your Father Carl had splurged since it was paid for on his credit card but you were reaping the loving thanks and taboo rewards so you weren't about to get pedantic about it.

You are in the "Lovers Knot", a Bungalow set high on stilts far out in the sparkling cove at the end of a long broad pier that runs back to the sandy white beach and other resort amenities. Being so far out on the crystal waters affords you some privacy and stunning panoramic views of the ocean. Twin jet skis are tied off on the far side of the pier, reserved for the use of you and your guests. It's something you are looking forward to if you can manage to stay out of bed or even one of your female relatives for more than an hour or two of water-sport fun. Maybe you could combine the two activities?

Hmmmmm...

The Bungalow has a spacious open design with a large king-sized bed dominating one end and twin singles taking up the other. The holiday rental came with an intimate dining arrangement, a kitchenette and fully stocked bar set off to a side. Cushiony couches and comfortable recliners are scattered throughout the living space with a small bathroom tucked away in the back. The large deck behind you is set up with an outdoor lounging set, a bubbling hot-tub and limitless views of the far horizon. The sunsets promised to be epic.

You have yet to see one having arrived late last night.

After the wedding reception had come to it's messy marvelous conclusion the rest of the night had been a flurry of cleaning yourselves up, hastily packing, leaving instructions with both of your Dads and Uncle Mitch before piling into a hired limo and rushing to the airport to catch your last minute flights.

Your mothers and aunt had sat on the long side seat fretting together over how little they had packed until you had finally reassured them it was fine then dragged your slut Erica into your lap. She giggled as you hiked up her royal blue skirt and grabbed greedy handfuls of her pantyless ass.

"Oh John, going to try and knock up your slutty cousin again?" She thrilled as her hands freed your straining manhood from your slacks.

"Nah, the airport’s not far enough away for all of that. I'm just going to fill your back passage this time." You replied as she lifted her hips enough for her to guide your engorged cockhead into position against her tightest hole, there she rubbed the tip against it to let your beading precum smear over the pucker.

Erica looked a bit worried, nervously biting at her lower lip as she glanced back over her shoulder at you. Her shoulder length brown hair pulled to one side.

"Ummm, okay but we don't have any lube. Go slow to start out, please?"

"I'll go as hard as I like, today is my Wedding day, slut. So shut up and take my big dick up your asshole already."

With that you dragged her roughly down, pressing into her cinnamon ring until the fat head of your cock breached her bowels. Erica gasped and whimpered but wiggled her smooth hips, trying to relax her muscles to ease your entry. Morgan and Madison crowded you on either side of the long black leather seat in their rumpled wedding finery. They oooh'ed and aaah'ed as they watched Erica's little sphincter stretch obscenely around your substantial girth until she finally came to rest in your lap, her skirt bunched up about her waist and her hands tightly clutching your knees.

"It's- It's in... shit John but I think you sometimes forget just how fucking big you are." Erica panted from between teeth gritted with pain and effort.

"Just so long as you don't, now hurry up whore and make me come in your ass. I think I can see the Airport turn-off coming up."

You delivered a hard slap to her left butt-cheek making her gasp and clench up around your buried pole. You enjoyed the tightening sensation so much you kept doing it as she rode you and used her constricting pucker to stroke your hard twitching cock to a furious bowel-pounding climax.

"Which Departure Terminal does Sir wish to arrive at?" The chauffeur inquired politely looking back at you in the rear-vision mirror. Professionally unphased by the sight of you slam-fucking your cousin in the behind

"International! Fuck Erica, take it you slut... I'm going to fill this tight bubbly ass of yours so full you drip all the way to check-in."

"Yes John, fill my naughty slutty butt! Yes, Fill it with your hot cousin cum! Yes, yesyesyes..."

Her elated screams were drowned out by the engine roar of a passenger jet coming in for landing as you pumped and painted her insides white.

"...I don't see why you all get to share the main bed with John while I have to share the singles with the twins."

You appear to have arrived in the middle of an argument between Melanie and Erika over sleeping arrangements. It doesn't sound heated though as they daintily pick over a platter of fresh tropical fruit and glazed breakfast pastries set out on the dining table.

They too are rocking tiny string bikinis that showcase your mommy-slut's smooth curves and big milky breasts, your cousin-slut looking trim and athletic in hers with more modest tits and that compact muscular shelf of an ass you love so much.

Looking around for your blushing bride Sofia you capture the sound of a shower running in the bathroom. So she is cleaning herself up, that is for the best given how merciless you had been in fucking then filling her various holes last night. Fucking your actual mother is proving to be a pretty big itch to scratch.

Her snowy wedding gown is strung on a hanger hooked to the back of the door recently returned from the hotel's overnight dry-cleaning service. You had her pack it for the trip and dropped it off at the front desk when checking in last night. Once more free of smeared cake and cum-stains you cannot wait to fuck her in it and desecrate it all over again. There was something deeply darkly wrong about doing so that got you diamond hard and almost violently horny.

"That's because you aren't his mother or wife, Dear. You're only his slut... besides he visited you during the night, we all heard you gurgling." Melanie explains in a patient voice, a mother explaining a simple fact to a petulant teenager.

"That was only because he stumbled over me in the dark, looking for the bathroom and needing to pee. Aunt Georgia isn't his mother or his wife but she still got to snuggle in the big bed."

"Not his wife yet, I think you mean to say." Georgia says, stepping lightly back into the bungalow happily licking your cum off her fingertips as the twins rushed the breakfast spread. "With the way he loves fucking my throat, I might be in the running for the title of wife number two."

She isn't wrong, Georgia Doe is a goddamn cock-sucking superstar. Uncle Mitch had been quite the lucky man before you came along and you are growing increasingly certain you wouldn't give two shits in taking her from him. The lusciously sexy MILF slides her nails gently over the skin of your shoulder as she slips by you, giving her full peach of an ass some extra wiggle in the thong-backed micro-bikini as she goes.

The bikinis are a great touch and that isn't even half of it. In the entrance way beside the front door boutique boxes and shopping bags are stacked high, lace and tissue paper poking out of them haphazardly from where they have been rummaged through.

Getting through airport security had been a breeze, which was a refreshing change. You had been eyeing up two cute flight stewardesses in their slim-fitting uniforms ahead of you when the TSA Agent had confirmed your last name then asked you if you were carrying any weapons, dangerous goods or prohibited items? You had simply replied "no" and he had waved the lot of you through with no further scanning, bag checks or questions asked.

Weirdly this casual display of your power felt almost as heady as cucking your father.

It had certainly freed up some time for shopping on the airport concourse. The designer outlets inside the airport were sinfully expensive, charging tourist prices for already over-marked clothing and accessories. Certainly you could have walked into any one of them and just asked for the clothing gratis but each of the mothers had their husbands credit cards with them. They each took wicked satisfaction in punishing the plastic, racking up their partner's debts all so they could dress sexier and make themselves more alluring for you.

So you ended up being dragged excitedly through one exclusive name brand store after another by your gaggle of eager, laughing women. Purchasing strappy sandals and skyscraper high heels from Louis Vuitton, trying on spray-on micro-skirts and cleavage spilling mini-dresses in Gucci then spending liberally in Simone Pérèle and Victoria's Secret as the pre-flight shopping trip turned into a salacious fashion show solely for you.

"This is all duty free?" Sofia had asked a tittering salesgirl as she twirled in a snow white lace demi-bra that clung precariously to her full, swaying breasts and a matching barely-there thong rode high over her curvy mature hips before disappeared into the deep crack of her big mommy ass.

"Oh yes Ma'am, all goods sold in store are free of any duty tax." She mousy redhead had responded by taking your new wife's proffered credit card.

"Oh good, my ex-husband will be pleased with my thrifty spending. He can be quite a bore when it comes to money, you understand?" She remarks loftily, playing the haughty rich man's ex-wife to a tee.

You were fairly certain the price tag on those small scraps of silk and string had four figures printed on it. It wasn't the first or even the third scandalously miniscule outfit she had picked out and tried on, a small mountain of frilly purchases was beginning to grow on the checkout station. She was going to financially ruin Carl at this rate and you were getting painfully erect watching her do it.

Changing curtains were pulled aside and Melanie strutted out in front of you in a cherry red chiffon teddy so sheer you could see her hard poking nipples clearly through the elaborately embroidered cups straining to contain her hefty chest and a teensie tiny black whaleback thong peeked from between her firm silky thighs.

"Does my little man like what he sees?" she teased coyly as she posed with a hip cocked to one side for you, her smooth belly sucked in and her big, milk-laden tits pushed up and out. Her shiny stocking-clad legs looked extra long with a red-soled jet-black pair of stiletto heels that gave her another four inches of height.

"I think you should know by now that there's nothing little about me." You replied in a playful growl. Your pants were growing tighter at the sight of her.

"Should I?" She asked in mock confusion, one long finger tapping her plush lower lip theatrically before she looked down at her racy heels. "Oh my buckles are a bit loose..."

With that she turned, crossing her legs and bent double at the waist displaying that perfect full heart-shaped derriere to you as she pretended to adjust her heels. Nothing but a slip of semi-transparent inky lace concealing her pump pussy from your burning gaze. You were on your feet with your fast stiffening dick out in a hot second, grabbed her hip like a handle as you pulled the insignificant stamp of fabric aside and thrust yourself hard into her dripping wet tightness.

"Oh fuck Mom, I'm going to tear up your hot pussy for that! Talk back to me, will you bitch?" You snarled lustily as you began hammering at her greedy cunt.

The timid salesgirl gasped in alarm, staggering back a few hesitant steps and covered her mouth in shock as you mounted your mother in the middle of the store.

"It's fine, we're going to purchase all of it. Now take my cock Mommy-Slut, take my punishing cock for sassing me!"

"Oh yes Baby, teach mommy-slut a lesson for talking back to her big alpha-stud son! Punish me on your massive dick!"

Slap!

Your palm print glowed red on her pale ass-flesh as the salesgirl returned to helping Sofia pick out more intimate apparel, now assured that everything was fine as you brutally pounded your fake-mom from behind, right outside the changing rooms. Your swollen dick rampaged into her dripping twat with pussy-crushing **** as her bouncing ass clapped back into your crotch to meet every heavy thrust.

Slap!

"Oh I'm so sorry Baby! I'll never speak out against you again! Just keep fucking me, keep fucking your mommy-slut until you cuuuuummm~..."

Slap!

A pair of middle aged Asian women dressed in business-like pants suits headed for the changing stalls stopped dead at the sight of you railing relentlessly into your ecstatically wailing, lingerie-clad mother before they turned and fled the store. Erica and the twins poked their heads out of their own respective changing rooms to see what all the fuss was about. They grinned excitedly at filthy display you were putting on, licking their lips slowly then sucked in the lower soft strawberry flesh as you increase the tempo of your anger fucking.

Slap!

"Take it you mouthy slut, take all my cum and say thank you when I'm done!" You hiss down at her.

Then Georgia had stepped boldly out of her changing room in nothing but a sequinned golden bralette that pushed her immense tits up under her chin. She stared at you hotly, eye fucking you as she hiked one leg elegantly up on a waiting chair and slide two eager fingers into her exposed, glistening pussy while you watched.

Slap!

"Yes Baby, just like that! Yes, Thank you thankyouthankyouthank yoooouuuuu~!"

You grunted as you erupted inside her, mixed man-cum and girl-juices poured down her trembling thighs and ruined the three hundred dollar silk stockings hugging her shaking legs. Once finished you pulled out and wiped your cock off on her wobbling reddening butt as you checked your watch.

"Boarding starts in twenty minutes, girls. Get dressed, pack up your shit and head to the checkout. We have a flight to catch."

"There's always the couch if the single beds feel too crowded, Erica" Suggests Madison helpfully.

"Yeah, you toss and turn too much anyway. I don't want to share a bed with you again." Morgan adds sourly as she picks at a fruit pastry.

"I should sleep under John then!" Erica says with a big grin, "I wouldn't be going anywhere with his big dick pinning me to the mattress all night."

The bathroom door slams open and Sofia stands there haloed in steam with a fluffy white bath towel wrapped around her middle.

"You certainly will not, Slut! This is my honeymoon and if my son is going to sleep cock deep in anyone it'll be inside me; his wife and mother!"

You turn and smile at the dark haired, olive skinned beauty. The towel only barely maintains her modesty, covering from just above the peaks of her breasts stretching briefly down to the top of her firm mature thighs only just concealing her trim mommy pussy. The bottoms of her ass cheeks must be flashing with every step she takes.

She gives Erika the stink-eye as she struts over to you and presses her freshly scrubbed body up against yours. She smells of clean soap, coconut oil and frangipani. Her lips taste like strawberry and peppermint as she pulls your head down for a hungry kiss. Her freshly moisturized skin shines like a new penny and you feel it's warm softness as you reach down, lift the towel and roughly sink your fingers into the abundant flesh of her firm thick ass.

Her hands run through your hair, dragging your mouth against hers with bruising **** as her tongue lashes yours in ferocious need. You hear Erika mutter some catty remark under her breath but don't catch it as Sofia pillages your tonsils for a short eternity before finally coming up for breath.

"Good morning Baby, I hope you saved some of yourself for me." She says in a sultry, suggestive tone. "What's on the schedule for today? Maybe a bath, breakfast and more of mommy?"

"Two out of those three don't sound too bad..." You reply, stepping back from her and turning to Melanie. The busty blonde MILF looks up chewing a morsel of ripe mango. "How about it Mommy-Slut?"

You snake out a hand, smoothly slipping fingers under her little sky-blue bikini top and pinching onto a fat nipple. She squeals in surprise, the sheer swimsuit immediately darkening with a growing wet spot as you squeeze and twist at her pebbly teet.

"If you feed me my favourite breakfast..." You lead her groaning, panting form held firmly by the milking tit and drop yourself into a soft recliner before gesturing at the growing tent in your bright swim trunks.

"...then I'll feed you yours."