The Honeymoon, Part 1

You sigh in contentment as the warm tropical breeze washes across your face and skin. The morning sun plays across the clear cerulean waters of the cove stretching out before you as white caps crash distantly on the coral reef further out to sea.

"Mmmmnnph! Mmmmnnph!"

"That's it, sweetie... Try to take him a bit deeper, and apply a little more suction. He needs to feel you're hungry for it--Like a good girl."

You're sitting on an outdoor lounger outside the private bungalow you've rented for you and your mother's honeymoon, a hot cup of Joe in hand. On their knees between your spread feet kneel your hot brunette twin "cousins," Morgan and Madison. They're dressed in tiny string bikinis, taking turns slurping down your thick cock. Behind them, your curvaceous Fake-Aunty Georgia guides their bobbing heads in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit of her own, commenting on their technique as they mewl and lick happily... Servicing the new head of family.

Morgan suckles her way up your throbbing length before releasing it with a pleasing lip-smacking pop, before swaying to one side and letting Georgia push Madison's sweet young mouth down onto your turgid shaft. Morgan smiles happily up at you, precum and saliva dripping off her chin and into the valley of her high, firm tits in long pearly strings.

"That's it, dear... Stick out your tongue before you take him in. It should be like a runway, ready and waiting for him to slide down into your throat... Do you think you can take in more of him this time?"

"Mmmmhmmmm." The second sexy teen moans, adding a dick-tingling humming sensation to her oral activity.

This was paradise.

Your dad Carl had gone grey in the face when, after the ceremony, you had asked him to pay for this honeymoon vacation as a wedding gift for you, your new mommy-wife Sofia (now his ex-wife), and a few others. His face had regained a little color after Fake-Uncle Mitch laughed, slapped him on the back, and offered to pay for his “girls” travel expenses--Laughter that quickly dried up when the boisterous fellow realized you meant to take all of his girls, his wife included.

…But they had paid regardless, and your blushing new bride Sofia had been giddy with excitement, thanking you for the surprise with a long smoldering kiss that couldn’t have been further from motherly if she tried.

The wedding reception was a brief, chaotic affair, and you happily accepted a lot of the blame for that. Now that you'd finally claimed your biological mother as your lawfully-wedded bed-toy, you couldn’t get enough of her--Nor she of you. It was like the two of you were madly making up for decades of lost time.

You bent her over the florally-decorated bridal table at mealtime, pulled up the long flowing skirts of her ivory wedding dress, and started fucking her hot, welcoming mommy-pussy hard and long. She had only just got the elaborate white garment back on again and you had been ready to tear her right back out of it. Silverware had clattered, wine glasses tumbled, and her big, creamy tits had bounced wildly against the tabletop, nearly bursting out of the low dipping neckline of her gown as you pounded her hungrily from behind.

Carl had a lifeless look in his eye as he sat at the far end of the same table fixedly staring blankly forward into nothingness. Acting deaf to the loud moans and squeals from his ex-wife while his son grunted and slapped her ass loudly as cater-waiters served canapes.

"That's better, dear, you're doing well--But you have to swallow the tip if you want to take him all the way to the base... He's very big--Ah, here, let Mommy show you how..."

You let your eyes close and your head fall back to rest on the back of the lounger, enjoying warmth of the Pacific sun on your face as another warmth envelopes your rigid cock... Loving the feel of her thick, pillowy breasts pressing into your bare thighs, as she wiggles deliciously into position to take down all of your throbbing immensity.

Georgia slides your impressive girth between plump, expert lips and swallows you all the way down to the base in a single sinuous motion. She nuzzles her nose into your pelvis as her extended tongue laps out at your balls making you twitch deliciously in her tight, gulping throat.

"Oh wow, Mom, you're really good at that! Look Morgan, look--You can even see where his huge dick is making her neck bulge!"

Yes, this was definitely paradise.

The action had continued all through the meal service. Sofia's thick, tanned ass pushed and bounced back at you as her spasming cunt squeezed and pulled at your straining, jerking manmeat. You were gripping great handfuls of her alabaster skirts, holding them high over her trim waist so you could stare down at her caramel-skinned Latina booty, watching as your fat engorged cock parted and stretched the lust-swollen pussy that had birthed you.

"Yes baby, fuck Mommy's womb--You fuck Mommy so good! So much better than that other man." Sofia howled for the entire party to hear. Her back was arched and she was gripping the front of the table for leverage to hump back into you. She didn't even dignify him by using her ex-husbands name, she was yours now even if he was seated only a few feet away.

"Tell me I'm bigger than him." You growled as you ran a hand up her writhing back to grab a fistful of her dark hair and pull.

"So much bigger, he never made me feel this full! So fucking full!" She sang gleefully as you steered her face upwards so the entire reception could witness her orgasmic expressions.

"I'm going to fill you up some more yet, are you ready to be a mother again Mommy?" You panted feeling like your skin was aflame as the musky smell of sex filled your nostrils.

"Yes John, cum inside Mommy! Give me the beautiful baby daughter that your father never could! Cum in Mommy, Baby, cum inside Mommy..."

You were right on the brink when, with serendipitous timing, a red-faced waitress rolled out the wedding cake on a dessert trolly. It was modest, elegantly simple and a picture-perfect copy of your parents cake painstakingly recreated with the help of photos from their wedding album. It was glazed with pale pink icing with a few flowing floral designs tracing the borders and sides. It was from when a time when they didn't have much and were just embarking out of a new life together as young newlyweds.

The only difference was the small bridal figurines traditionally perched atop the baked confection. Their originals probably didn't star a naked bride being faced fucked in a squatting pose by an equally naked groom. Ah, well...

"Hey Mooooom~ it's my turn now..." Morgan whines in that plaintive little girl voice of hers that sets your balls to throbbing. She pouts prettily as she sways herself from side to side, arching her back and pushing her perky young tits up to attract your attention.

"It's not fair! She's not stopping... Mommy stop hogging the family hog! It's not fair... pleeeease~" Madison protests and you can feel her soft hands on your thigh as she tries to bat away her cum-hungry mother from your aching, swelling man-flesh.

God, but that twisting thing Georgia does with her tongue before taking you down her narrow esophagus!

"Nnnnmmmph! Mmmmhmmmm!" Is the only response the barely-legal twin teens get and you can feel it reverberate though your most sensitive spot. You let out a soft groan.

Purest cock-sucking bliss.

You were edging hard now, but there was one last thing you wanted to do... Needed to do before soaring into that sweet stratosphere of climactic release. With the hand still locked in her sable mane of hair you yanked your shrieking, quaking mother up into a half standing position as you continued plunging madly into her sodden snatch. Her back bowed beautifully, her large tits upthrust into the air, her dark nipples threatened to slip free of the wedding dresses confines at any moment.

You nodded at the blushing waitress , indicating where you wanted the cake positioned on the table. She was a cute little pixie blonde not that you had taken any real note of her being so caught up in your own sexual byplay. Small wonder she had been blushing though, your animal rutting with mother had driven the rest of the gathering into a lewd bacchanal worthy of Nero himself.

Throughout the small garden marque were scattered circular tables - all set up and arranged after the ceremony for the intimate family reception - populated by kissing cousins leaving first base in the dust and rounding third. Wives and daughters were disappearing beneath snow white table clothes then rocking the ornate table settings with their passionate servicing of their husbands and fathers hardening dicks.

Georgia was splayed out atop one table; her top pulled down and her dress hiked up high as her twin daughters - both youthful nubile versions of the ripe, sexy MILF herself - licked, sucked and worshiped her curvy body in a truly sapphic display of carnal pleasure. Right beside you in the seats to your left Erica and Melanie were kissing, ravenous lips and hands disappearing into each others clothing to explore pinch and stroke each others sweaty bodies as they hotly side-eyed you and Sofia fucking the entire time.

The room has filled with the sounds of grunting and gasping. The shlick-shlicking of wet lips and glistening folds, the slap-slapping of hard flesh and pumping fists. A symphony to forbidden sex with you at the center hammering into the womb that birthed you while your mother cried out a sweet chorus of soulful yearning and taboo lust. The flushing blonde server carefully placed your parent's humble wedding cake just where you wanted it before scurrying away. It was positioned directly in front of Sofia below her bountiful, bouncing breasts as she jerked and twerked her full hips and glorious ass upon your rampaging rod.

You were there, so damn close to exploding and the final ending was neigh! There was the gasp from your father Carl who had broken from his fugue state long enough to recognize the wedding cake before you bent over and pushed up into your mother Sofia forcefully enough that she collapsed in a show-stopping, knee-knocking climax and crushed the cake under the weight of her heaving tits and thrashing torso.

"Yes Baby, Yeeeessss~!" She wailed as she peaked, launching high into the rarefied airs of carnal consummation.

You rode her down onto the table as you flooded her empty womb with a torrent of your potent son-cum. Your Mommy-bride thrashing in a paroxysm of orgasmic convulsions sending pink icing, soft sponge and flavored cream fillings splashing in all directions. It painted the delicately embroidered front of her white wedding dress, splattered across her tanned, deep cleavage and dotted her fine chin and jawline as she gasped and gaped, pinned beneath you in the smashed memory of her first, utterly destroyed marriage.

Your not sure why you'd started taking such pleasure in tormenting your birth father, the man who had raised you. Maybe it was some freshly unearthed teenage resentment for how he had sent you away to school out of state, tearing you apart from your family. Perhaps it was fulfilling some sick fantasy of cucking the one man in your life who you ultimately shouldn't. It could just be the symptom of the power you wielded but whatever the reason you were beyond caring in that moment. Totally anesthetized to any shame or guilt for your actions by the intoxicating rush it gave you.

Panting and sated at long last you rested a sweaty cheek on her slender shoulder, cock still buried deep within your mother as the final few spurts leave your satisfied shaft and looked to the right. Carl was gone from the end of the bridal table, having fled just moments ago. A smug self-satisfied smile spread across your lips as you bent over to lick a spot of errant icing off your mothers neck.

You come back to yourself just as your over-stimulated balls flex and tighten in the precursor of release. Fake-Aunty Georgia must have sensed it because she pulled back, squeezing those full pouting lips back up your furiously jerking length as she simultaneously reached out with both hands to draw her twin daughters gorgeous young faces cheek to cheek with her own stunning visage. With a final firm suckle and a languid lap of her oh-so-skilled tongue across your hyper-sensitive tip, she pops free just as you fire a heavy volley of your thick white man-juice up into the warm morning air.

The first long rope of it splatters down across Georgia's blissfully upturned face, painting her cheeks and dripping off her chin into her full, pale cleavage. Another splashes across the bridge of Morgans cute button nose and runs down to her rosy lips which she licks it up with a pleased moan. You grab you straining base of your erupting cock just in time to aim the head at Madison's barely covered tits with one hand as you take a long pull at your cooling coffee with the other. Her full pert melons ripple with the impact of your flagging cannonade as your hot jizz streaks pale trails across her pronounced nipples and exposed tit-flesh swelling out of her tiny bikini top.

The three women moan and begin to rub it in like suntan lotion. It leaves their skin shiny and glossy with your sticky spend as the excess drips in long sticky lines down from pursed lips, upturned chins and stiff pebbly nipples. The rest dribbles across your fist as you finish yourself off staring down at the magnificent sight of all three of your fake family members basking in your latest load of hot fresh cum.

The sound of a sliding timber screen opening behind you distracts you momentarily. You hear a short gasp followed by a longer giggle, then Melanie's voice:

"Oh, that looked like fun! Why don't you all take a quick dip to clean up? Room service just arrived--Breakfast is ready!"