The Honeymoon, Part 4

Smirking, you disengage yourself from Sofia and Melanie's loving attention and give Mommy-Slut's big, firm ass a crisp slap. She reluctantly leaves her comfortable perch next to your semi-rigid cock, allowing you to stand.

"Aaaaw, I wasn't done, Baby. Mommy wanted to play with it a little more," she groans with a playful pout. "You spent the whole night fucking Sofia right beside us, and we didn't get--"

"It's our honeymoon, Melanie," your mother-wife interjects in a stern warning tone. "Be thankful that our man was thoughtful enough to bring you along."

You gesture for Aunt Georgia to shift to one side of the couch before settling down comfortably and dragging her long, silky legs up and over your bare lap. She grins wickedly as she feels your hardening cock slide against the underside of her smooth thighs, and you run a caressing a hand from her shapely calf all the way up the length of her warm creamy flesh to slip it under her diaphanous sarong wrap. Then you tug teasingly on the bow at the side of her tiny bikini bottoms.

"Better answer that call, Aunt Georgia," you say quietly, as you lean in to nibble at an ear and make her purr like a pleased kitten. "I left instructions with Uncle Mitch, and he'll be checking in because I told him to keep me updated."

She cocks a curious eye-brow at you before answering the video call and resting the phone on the nearby coffee table, propping it up against a decorative fruit-bowl facing you. The broad, bearded face of your fake Uncle Mitch comes into focus just Aunt Georgia leans forward a little, shifting her position and letting your fast-stiffening dick to slide in between her firm, fleshy thighs.

"Good morning, Uncle Mitch," you say cheerfully, as Georgia drapes her arms across you shoulders and presses her pretty face to the side of your own to watch her husband while the men talk. Her thighs start gently rolling and rocking against each other, gently squeezing and rubbing against your jutting length snuggled warmly between them.

"It's actually afternoon here, and it's been a busy day getting started on all the tasks you left me," the older man grunts, looking a bit flushed about his hairy jowls.

Aunt Georgia rolls her eyes at his complaining and semantics, running a soft hand up and down your back, happy to explore your hard muscles. You keep stroking her shifting thighs idly with one hand as your other slips under the sheer fabric of her bikini to squeeze at her big MILF ass teasingly.

"Let's leave the croaking to the toads, Uncle," you say, before turning away to give Georgia a quick peck on the lips. She immediately tries to draw you deeper, but you pull away to look back at the phone. "What have you accomplished so far?"

"Well, Carl and Sofia's home is on the market now. Carl keeps insisting that it's listed below the current value, but you told us to free up the funds quickly, and the estate agent said it should sell pretty quick at this price." Uncle Mitch pauses to cough into his fist and his eye twitches downwards before he continues.

"We're using the same agent to look at new houses that fit your requirements--That'll make transferring ownership and funds quicker and easier. Though their fee seems a bit steep..."

"That's not my concern, Mitch," you reply dismissively, sliding one hand up Aunt Georgia's flat belly to cup one of her hefty tits through the small bikini top and play with it, making her giggle. "The women of our family deserve nothing but the best. You can help with any additional expenses, I'm sure. What else?"

Uncle Mitch coughs again and blinks rapidly for a moment. Sofia and Melanie have both wandered over to watch the video chat. Your Mother-Wife standing behind the couch and leaning down to run long fingers through your mess of hair, tickling your scalp while Melanie slides to her knees on the polished timber floor beside your feet to rest a contented face against your leg.

"Well, I took Deloris to the Beauty Salon, and we just got back from her surgical consultation. The doctors were a bit alarmed at some of your more **** requests, but they mostly calmed down after I showed your recorded message." You're happy to hear that even a recording of your verbal commands worked, but frown a little in thought trying to remember a Deloris...

"She's Mitch's cousin--Making her your first cousin, once removed," Georgia moans into your ear, loving the way you toy with her nipples while ordering her strong husband about like your personal errand boy. "She was at your wedding. The plain looking lady, with the daughter-fucking husband."

Ah yes, you remember her now. Morgan and Madison had fortunately inherited their looks from their mother's side of the family. Still, you have plans for the unfortunately-homely woman...

"She'll be going under the knife tomorrow--They're making it a priority, just as you asked," Uncle Mitch continues as you slide the hand pawing Aunt Georgia glorious rump down the deep valley of her crack, and start playing with her tight, puckering asshole making her moan audibly.

"How did she turn out?" Sofia asks, smiling radiantly down at you as you slide a probing digit into your Aunt’s taut back passage. "The girls there can work wonders, I can't recommend them highly enough."

"R-Really well actually..." He stammers out and you pause at nuzzling Georgia's slender neck to stare back at him through the screen suspiciously.

"Is she there? Can we see her?" You ask dubiously.

"Umm... Yeah. Sure," Mitch replies, before the camera's view swings wildly, leaving his bearded face and refocusing on a different one.

It's Deloris--The new Deloris. She's a redhead now, her glowing locks touched up with sparkling-blonde highlights and curling artfully around to frame a face that has definitely seen some work. Subtle hints of mascara and long eyelash extensions accentuate her bright emerald eyes, and touches of rouge bring out her hidden cheekbones and collagen-filled-out, ruby-painted lips to dick-sucking perfection.

Uncle Mitch must have agreed with your own assessment, because those same lips are wrapped around his bulging cock as Deloris pauses in her sucking to blink owlishly into the camera. As the camera comes into focus, you can see lipstick marks all over Mitch's modest length.

"Eeeeew! Don't show us that, Dad!" Twin complaints come from the bungalow entry. Morgan and Madison have entered the living space, toweling off to see what was the hold-up on some steamy hot-tub action just in time to catch sight of the scene on the small screen.

"Put it away, Mitchel! No one wants to see your dirty little prick," Aunt Georgia snaps at the phone, scowling furiously. She seems honestly offended to have been exposed to such an eyesore. Your cock surges between her clasping thighs at her display of fierce indignation.

"Oh shit, sorry..." The burly man says, meekly bringing the view back up to his face and looking chastened at the expressions of five disapproving women glowering back at him.

You don't mind him having a bit of fun with your future plaything--The real treasures in his family are here with you, after all--But Aunt Georgia seems to think he needs to be reminded of his place. Pulling off her gossamer wrap, she slides herself completely into your lap, facing the phone and straddling your thighs as she pulls the bikini aside to sink her burning, dripping pussy down onto your towering manhood.

You let out a short grunt as she takes all of your length with a single sensual wiggle of her full, rounded hips. Her slick channel clamps down on your throbbing cock with all the anger she is projecting at her husband as she rocks back and forth in your lap.

"How did you think that it was okay to expose yourself like that? To the head of your family, and these poor women?" she snipes at him. "Are you insolent, or just stupid?"

Uncle Mitch hunches under his wife's tongue-lashing as you latch onto her broad hips with both hands and drag her back down, thrusting powerfully up into her smoldering, molten depths. Her ass bounces hypnotically as she grinds herself back into your lap and bears down even harder, squeezing your sensitive flesh like a vice.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie, John asked to see--"

"Don't you 'Sweetie' me, Mitchel. Nobody asked to see your tiny dick being sucked by your cousin." Georgia hisses venomously, as her big, creamy tits bounce in rhythm to your hungry plowing strokes up into her. "You should be begging these ladies' forgiveness, given you've basically assaulted them--In front of your own daughters, no less."

Huffs of stern agreement come from the other women in the bungalow and the air fills with the slapping of hot flesh as your Aunt Georgia rides you all the harder. Shit, this is like angry hate-fucking, but with all the negative emotions being spewed at someone else. You can't decide what is revving your carnal engine more: your buxom Aunt's sizzling, constricting pussy working around your shaft like it was possessed, or her furious, demeaning tirade at her husband while she's doing it.

"I--I'm sorry, ladies, I should probably go..." Mitch begins, looking away from his phone in red-faced shame.

"No! You will watch how a real man behaves." Georgia snarls, grabbing your hands on her hips and pulling them up to latch onto her massive swaying melons. You oblige her by pulling down the skimpy swimwear, freeing her fat, bullet-hard nipples and mauling them hard between eager fingers--Pinching and pulling at them until she is panting for breath.

"He's stretching me out so much right now," she groans, as you bury your face in her thick, dark waterfall of hair, smelling the scents of ocean spray and floral shampoo. "After years of suffering your little baby dick, his huge manly cock is really punishing my poor, empty pussy."

Morgan walks up to wipe the hair out of her mother's beautifully flushed, sweating face, before looking down at her father visibly trembling on the other side of the video chat.

"I hope he can fit all that big, hard, Daddy dick into my little pussy soon, too." She tells Mitch with a haughty sneer.

"Me too--I want him stretching me out the way he's stretching out Mommy. Training my sweet lil' kitty with his cunt-crushing uber-cock," Madison coos, wrapping her sister up in her arms from behind and kissing her on the nape of her neck.

"Girls... Noooo..." Their father's face has lost all color, going ghostly-pale as his daughter's start moaning into each other's mouths as they kiss, and fondling each other's pristine young bodies.

Aunt Georgia sits back, pressing her slim shoulders into your chest now as she swirls her thick, impaled hips in strong gyrations and stirs her insides with your pulsating man-pole. Her soft, flat belly rolls like a dancer's, huge tits soaring high and on display for the camera as you stretch and distend her big nipples, making her eyes flutter and her lips drool.

You're driving up into her like a pumping pneumatic piston, her flailing chestnut hair in your face until Sofia, your Mother-Wife, pulls it to one side to kiss you soulfully. Her succulent taste and darting tongue press past your lips and fill your mouth, lashing at you ravenously. Someone, you can only guess Melanie, is gripping your calf tightly as something warm and wet is smeared up and down against your shin, adding her own **** moans to the carnal crescendo filling the sex-heavy air.

"Yes baby, fill your aunt's pussy--Ungh, I can feel it so deep, so fucking deep inside my hungry womb. Fill your naughty Aunt Georgia like no man has ever filled her before! Yes, yes yesyesyesyes~!"

Georgia lets out a prolonged howl of bone-shaking ecstasy as you lunge forwards in a sudden burst of frantic, delirious energy. You lock your hands together just under her belly for leverage, and bend her over the coffee table until her gorgeous, pleasure-twisted face fills the phone camera's entire view. You drill mercilessly into her convulsing, milking cunt as she thrashes beneath you in an explosive, cum-splashing orgasm. You hammer at her hips with your own, pushing hard against her big mommy ass as it ripples and twerks back against your pounding pelvis and straining thighs.

"You better add a big nursery to that list of house requirements, Uncle Mitch," you growl from behind clenched teeth as you reach the edge of your endurance, feeling the final tidal wave of earth-shaking licentious delight crashing over every spiking nerve in your body. "I think more than one of your girls are coming home with a baby in their belly!"

"Your baby... Oh God, yeees.. Do it! Do it, Sweetie, fill Auntie full of your hot baby-making seed! Pleeease~!"

Wild horses couldn't drag you away as you erupt, a potent geyser blasting out of you and flooding your Auntie's womb with the **** of a charging freight train. The strength of your final crushing penetration sends Georgia's bracing arms out from under her torso, and you both sprawl across the coffee table. You're still on top of her, though, and hilted inside your gasping, deliciously-shuddering aunt as your impact sends the phone (and a bowl of fruit) bouncing onto the plush rug below.

"Oh, Sweetie... Baby," she rasps out, through a throat screamed raw with pleasure. "You're so good to your old Auntie Georgia."

Then she begins to giggle uncontrollably, and you soon spot the reason why: the phone's screen is still alight with the [Video Call Ended] message on the crystal display.

You chortle too, hoping you didn't get too carried away... Then realizing that you don't really care. Not even a little. These brilliant, wicked women are yours, and yours alone.

Georgia lets out a small dissatisfied moan as you finally pull out of her, and a flow of your combined juices escapes her battered lower-lips to pool on the polished timber table top.

Then the bathroom door opens and Erica walks out in a fluffy bathrobe, toweling her dark hair dry--Only to freeze at the messy display in front of her. Her jaw drops, and her big eyes almost tear up as she points an accusatory finger at the lot of you in various states of déshabiller.

"You all had fun without me again? NO FAIR," she wails.