Stop by Janice's First

Going back into the house, I saw my mom had dressed in a crotchless, cupless lingerie set. "Let me guess, you bought that when you learned I was an EDP."

"Only the best for my baby boy."

I rolled my eyes and pulled my **** back by her pony tail. "Mickey and I are going to shower. I need you two and Cindy to get dressed nicely. We have a wedding to go to."

Mom just looked at me funny. "Did you want me to drive you to Hollywood? So you could fuck some movie stars?"

Oh, right. The events with the pizza lady **** kinda threw plans out of whack. Would they even let me on a set? Of course they would, but it's still something that will always be a possibility. The wedding was happening today. "Maybe later," I said, to an understanding nod.

Mickey showered me pretty thoroughly, I guess she's used to sponge baths or whatever, and gave me a closing blowjob. I was looking at my pristine body as she cleaned the last of my spunk off her face.

Mom, Cindy, and Janice must've showered in the main bathroom. As I exited into mom's room, I found Cindy, in her nice white sundress, smiling with my suit laid out. I kissed and mildly groped her as she and Mickey dressed me.

"None of my clothes fits Janice, but she has a dress at home," Cindy informed me.

"Also, sir, my bridesmaid gown is at my apartment," Mickey told me.

Okay, so we needed to split up. I met with the harem downstairs. Mom, in a lovely black dress showing her ample cleavage, was flanked by the still-nude Janice and Mickey. Cindy held my arm as I adjusted the stupid tie. "Okay, Mom, Cindy, and Mickey, go to her apartment and get her outfit. Janice and I will head to her house. I'll take Cindy's car. Mom you take your car."

We all filed out neatly to the parking lot, and got into the assigned vehicles. The weather was a little chilly, it being California winter afterall, so Janice was clearly uncomfortable sitting in Cindy's convertible. I smirked at her erect nipples, and she smiled in reciprocation, not understanding my amusement. I reversed out of the driveway, and sped down the street, easily passing mom and the group via the shoulder.

"Make a left, here. Slow down. A right. Your other right. I don't think you should do u-turns on the freeway." Janice kept babbling on, but we ended up making good time to her home. Casa DiAngelo.

Janice lived in a small one-story house, the only child of two professors at UCLA. Crazy-ass sculptures littered the yard, art projects created by her mother. There was an eagle made of wrought-iron. A multi-colored baby the size of a Buick. A concave egg or something, with no discernible detail. The word "WHY" carved into the driveway. It encapsulated much of my feelings in this maze.

"Go ahead and look around. I'm going inside to get my clothes," Janice said, as she rushed inside probably to hide from the chill. Maybe it was my disease or the suit, but I barely even noticed the cold.

"Are you the boy?" came an odd question from behind, as I studied a large marble mushroom or penis (I couldn't figure out which). "I'm a boy," I said, turning around to face a woman of about 40, long brown hair and dimples on a somewhat chubby face, that belayed the slender figure beneath it. I walked up, and pulled this stranger in for a deep kiss.

"Oh my," she said, breaking free after some time of returned affection, "so, it's true, you are a three-hourer."

I nodded as I began to unbutton her stained shirt. "When I was at Stanford, we had a guy who pretended to be an EDP. Took my virginity and knocked up three girls before the cops figured it out. Thankfully, I was on the pill at the time."

"Are you on the pill now?" I said, pulling her shirt off and being surprised at a lack of bra. After fondling her breast for but a moment, my hands went to her jeans.

"Does it matter?" she asked coyly.

"Nope." I said, pulling her pants and panties down and exposing her fully to me. I had bent down and took her aroma in, lightly fingering her as I realized she had been sweating and wet in anticipation. She took me by the hand to a bench of a duck or something. It would be our fuck duck.

I fucked her on the duck to the neighborhood. "Excuse me," I heard from nearby as I fucked the stranger on the bench. I looked up to see a large, completely bald man with a gray goatee standing not three feet from me. "But you appear to be fucking my wife."

"Uhh..." I said, at a loss for words as I did not relent in my penetrations. "Jon, this is the three-hourer that Janice shacked up with yesterday."

"Well, from the position you two are in, I hoped that would be the case." He slapped my back beneath my dress shirt, way more forcefully than I would've liked, as he emitted a large belly laugh.

Absurdly, he and his wife continued chit-chatting as I fucked her. "Try some assplay, son. She likes that."

I disregarded the suggestion, for now, as I didn't want to ruin my suit too much. Instead, I came in her quickly, the better to leave the situation.

"That's it?" said Dr. Jon DiAngelo. "I hope you fuck my daughter better than my wife."

"Don't tease him, Jon," said Janice's mother, "he probably has a lot on his mind." She took a glob of my semen from her pussy. "It's an old wives' tale that semen from a three-hourer clears up the skin." She started rubbing it on her face as I watched in confusion and Jon continued to laugh.

"Oh, good, you met my parents," said Janice in a sleeveless dress she probably brought to prom. She hugged my side as her parents looked on in pride. I began pulling my pants up as the mother got off the fuck duck.

"We actually haven't formally met. I'm Professor Alma Field-DiAngelo, and this is my husband, Professor Jonathan DiAngelo." Despite the fact that I just knocked her up, she reached forward to shake my hand. I shook hers and her husband's vice-like grip.

"I'm John Doe," I said, holding my hand tight as it throbbed in pain. "Good name," joked Jon. "You know she has a crush on you."

Janice gave mock outrage, "Dad!"

"Even before your deficiency, she mentioned how cute you were."

I looked over at Janice in shock. I barely even knew who she was before yesterday.

"It's good that you're the one to knock her up. You're a good kid, and I'll be proud to help raise your babies as daughter and granddaughter."

I felt a sense of accomplishment. And also oddness at the idea of giving up my offspring. Maybe Janice could stay with me indefinitely, and I could raise my own kid. Alongside the ones from Mom and Cindy and Mickey and whoever else. Maybe Alma can move in with us. And then I could have her and Janice fuck each other. Hmmm.

"Janice, kiss your mother." Knowing what I wanted, the mother and daughter embraced each other as lovers, giving me a good sight as they tongue-kissed each other until I said otherwise. "Finger her." Janice did not let up as she reached into her mother's vagina and started gesticulating, with her mother's guiding hand aiding the process. I smiled at my own power. "Enough."

The kiss broke, and the hand was removed. To my delight, Alma licked her own juices, and some of mine from earlier, off of Janice's hand. "Alright, we have to get going. I have a wedding to crash."