by Neil Bimbeau
Mommy’s Fertile Farewell (Maternal Resorts Part Five)
Neil Bimbeau
Copyright 2020 Neil Bimbeau
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“You know,” I said, looking around the hotel suite, “I’m not ready to leave. I can’t believe how fast this vacation has gone by.”
From the bathroom, I heard the sound of Mom humming as she packed up her makeup and toiletries. In the big king-sized bed, Natalia - my girlfriend, my stepsister, the woman having my child - was still half-asleep, rolling onto her side with a groan.
“I know,” she muttered sleepily, pressing her face into the pillow. “This place is so much fun. I never want to leave…!”
I didn’t either, which surprised me. I’d been nervous about Diablerie Resorts when my stepmother Christina and I bought the tickets. Even though the two of us were head-over-heels for each other and loved nothing more than moaning about ‘Mom’s tight pussy’ and ‘my son’s thick cock’ in bed, being out in the open with our desires was something we’d only dreamed of.
This place had taught us a better world was possible, and I was going to miss it. But before I left, there was one more piece of housekeeping I needed to take care of.
I had to make sure Natalia came with us. There was no way I could leave a woman as insanely gorgeous and fuckable as her behind, especially when she was almost certainly carrying my heirs. Mom already thought of her as part of the family, and so did I. The thought of walking out of the resort without her caused an almost physical surge of anger in my chest.
To make it go away, I climbed into bed and pulled back the sheets. Natalia was naked underneath, her slit shining with juice. She gave a little squeal at the sensation of cold air on her skin, trying without success to pull the comforter out of my hand.
“Someone’s glad to see me,” I growled, sliding my other hand between her legs. Her cunt was warm as an oven, primed and ready for me from the moment she awoke. “Were you having nice dreams about me, sis?”
She grinned. “Was I ever,” she panted, sighing with pleasure as my fingers found her slit. “You and me and Mommy were all living together in your big house. It was your birthday, and Mom and I made your favorite food. Then we both sucked your dick while you ate it, and you took turns fucking us on the kitchen table. It was so fucking hawt…”
It sounded fucking amazing. My eyes strayed to Natalia’s big, swaying tits as my fingers worked inside her.
“I bet I washed it down with some of this,” I grunted, burying my face between her tits. Ever since our visit to Diablerie’s arcade, Natalia’s breasts were bigger than her head. The hypnotic power of their games turned her into the perfect hucow, and her massive tits were swollen with milk every single morning.
I’d stopped having to eat breakfast. A cup of coffee and a few mouthfuls of Natalia were all I needed.
“Oh fuck yes,” Natalia whimpered, her hips rocking upward as my mouth found her nipple. “They’re so fucking sore right now, bro. I need you to drink them dry! I need you to milk me like a good little bitch…”
All it took was the slightest amount of pressure. I sucked, and my mouth was instantly full of Natalia’s sweet, creamy milk. Not too long ago the thought of drinking milk out of my girlfriend’s tits would have seemed weird - now it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I felt so close to Natalia as I slurped up her milk, so intimate - it was like nothing else.
There’s no way I’m letting Carla have her, I resolved. She’s mine…
“Here,” I said, pulling off her nipple and grabbing her other breast. “Have some.”
With a surprised look, Natalia wrapped her lips around her own huge nipple. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her own milk filled her mouth, coating her tongue. A low, throaty groan erupted from her, and her inner muscles clenched around me like a fucking vise.
“Fuck, sis,” I said, smirking down at her. “Did you just cum?”
She gasped as she dropped the nipple, milk squirting all over her chin. “Fuck me,” she begged. Her eyes were unfocused and filled with lust. “Put that dick inside me, bro. Pound my little cunt until you get yourself off…”
That, I thought, I can do.
I mounted her quickly, not even bothering with her comfort. Why care? Every shock of pain just translated to more pleasure for my naughty soon-to-be stepsister. I pulled her legs apart roughly, replacing my fingers with my cock. Her hot, wet walls enveloped me as I thrust into her, welcoming me to my true home.
Natalia arched her back and screamed with pleasure, her big tits bouncing on her tiny frame. That was the moment Mom chose to come out of the closet, a huge pile of our clothes in her arms.
“Oh, you two,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you fucking like rabbits, can I?”
“Just trying...to burn off some steam,” I growled, gritting my teeth as I buried myself inside Natalia’s tightness. “You know today’s the big day. I’m fucking nervous…”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Mom put the clothes down on the other, non-fucking side of the bed and started rubbing my lower back. The combination of her maternal touch with the quivering pussy around my dick lit me up like a fucking bonfire. “You have nothing to worry about. I told you, I’ve primed Carla. She’s been to that arcade with me two or three times already. She’s got so many hypnotic suggestions in her head she probably doesn’t even remember Natalia…”
My fingers dug into Natalia’s hips. My cock pumped inside of her like a piston, going hard and deep.
“How could anyone forget?” I growled, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. “I sure as shit wouldn’t let a slut like this go, Mom. Why do we think Carla will?”
“Because you’re going to convince her.” Mom scooted up next to me, putting as much skin-on-skin as she could. Her hot little mouth pressed against my ear, nibbling at the lobe.
Oh fuck. That was a definite pleasure point for me. Mom doing that while Natalia fucked me back was a dynamite combination.
“You’re such a good boy,” Mom purred, sounding half-maternal and half-pornstar. “You’ve done such a good job breeding for Mommy. I’m so happy we’re all going to get to be a big, happy family thanks to you. I'm so, so proud of you, son…”
“I love you, Mom,” I gasped, bottoming out inside of Natalia. I was fucking done, and she could feel it. My cock jerked inside of her, getting ready to release.
“Don’t hold back,” Mom purred, reaching between my legs to fondle my balls. “We’ve got to go, and I know you need to cum, son! Just let it happen - as soon as you feel so good inside her, just shoot and fill her hot little pussy up…”
“Fuck,” I grunted, burying myself as deeply as I could. “Fuck, fuck! Here it comes…!”
One more hard thrust put as me as deep inside of Natalia as I could go. I grunted savagely, fingers tightening on her hips as I erupted. The orgasm that had been building inside of me burst like a hole in a dam, flooding my brain with pleasure.
Mom held me as I came, shooting over and over again inside of Natalia’s pussy. Mom in my arms, Sis underneath of me, cumming helplessly around my cock as I pumped her womb full. It was perfect. It was home.
It was my new family - the family I chose. No one was going to stop me
from keeping it.
xXx
“This is it?” I asked. I squinted, eyes adjusting to the light. “She wants to meet here?”
Here was the pool just outside of Mom and I’s suite. I knew it more intimately than pretty much anywhere else in Diablerie Resorts, considering everything that had happened over this week. It was where I’d gotten applause and cheers as I fucked our concierge Ruth, holding her halfway out of a window as I mercilessly pounded her pussy. It was where I brought Natalia the first time we snuck away from her Mom, where I’d eaten her pussy and fucked her brains out beneath the water for the first of many, many encounters.
It was a strange place for Carla to want to speak to me, and we both knew it. I wondered what she knew that I didn’t.
She was waiting for us. The pool was otherwise abandoned - either someone got the message out, or Carla had made sure to scare any other hotel guests away. She was chilling in a big, comfy looking lounger, a half-empty glass of wine clutched loosely in her hand.
Not for the first time, I caught myself wishing things had gone different between us. Carla was a sultry, attractive woman, with a body every bit as tight and fuckable as most women half her age. If I hadn’t set eyes on her ‘daughter’ Natalia first, if I’d taken the initiative with her instead of leaving her with Mom, would we even be having this conversation? Sure, I’d been told Carla was only into girls, but how true was that, really? Especially in a place like Diablerie, where the normal rules of daily life no longer applied?
Carla perked up in her chair as she saw us approach. She frowned deeply, her eyebrows furrowing together.
“Just him,” she said, pointing at me. “You can go back.”
Mom pouted and preened, looking less like a middle-aged MILF than a schoolgirl caught with her hand in a cookie jar. “You sure?” she asked, her voice shooting up into a giggly bimbo octave. “I got all dressed up for you…”
“Just him,” Carla repeated flatly. “And tell them to bring me another drink.”
Mom walked away after giving me a go get em, tiger look. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she sashayed her way back into the building, her sexy ass swaying back and forth. I was still watching when Carla cleared her throat.
“So,” she said, gesturing at the chair across from hers. “I understand you’ve gotten very close to my daughter during this trip.”
I swallowed hard. The chair felt good, but I had to lean forward to keep eye contact with Carla. I wondered if she’d purposely set the thing up that way.
“Yeah,” I said, matching her stare with one of my own. “She’s a hell of a girl. We both really, really like her.”
Carla gave a dismissive little sniff. “You’re young. You’ll get over it.”
The anger I’d felt earlier came back, doubled this time. The world blurred, the edges of my vision going red.
“No I won’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Natalia’s coming with us, Carla. Whether you want her to or not.”
She waved her hand breezily. “You young bucks will chase anything with a tight pussy and a nice rack,” she said, rolling her eyes again. “Don’t lie to me. She means dick-all to you and your little tramp stepmommy, but she’s the world to me.”
This was it. The moment of truth. Time to lay all my cards down on the table.
“That’s not true,” I said, leaning forward. I wanted to be nice and close to see her reaction. “She means everything to me, Carla. Natalia is carrying my child.”
For a moment, the mask dropped. There was shock - genuine shock - on Carla’s stately features. Then they smoothed over, and her calm reasserted itself.
“She can’t be pregnant,” she said, shaking her head. “Not this early. You’re bluffing.”
A feeling of futility spread throughout my stomach. How was this woman so fucking stubborn?
“She is 99.9 percent pregnant,” I growled through gritted teeth. “She flushed her birth control the first day she got here. With the way we’ve been fucking each others’ brains out, I’m sure of it…”
“It takes a while for that shit to wear off,” Carla shot back, grinning. “And even if she is - so what? It’s not like you’re going to be a father. You’ll bury your dick back inside your ‘Mommy’ so fast, Natalia won’t even have time for her heart to break. She’s mine, you dumb fuck.”
I couldn’t stop myself. I rose from the chair, towering over Carla.
“She’s not even your daughter,” I grunted, my fingers balling into fists. “You’re not even fucking related! She’s a grown-ass woman, and she’ll do whatever she wants!”
There’s about to be a fight, I thought. I didn’t want it, but the rage inside of me wasn’t taking no for an answer. All my life, I’d been taught never to hit a girl, but Carla was a grown-ass woman, too. A woman who wouldn’t stop talking shit about my girl. My property. My fuckdoll.
Carla rose halfway from her seat, grinning wickedly. “Listen here, you stupid little kid-”
“Excuse me!” The voice came from right behind Carla. “I believe madam was waiting on her drink?”
Carla’s head jerked around. A waitress stood in the shade of the umbrella, holding a pink cocktail with a smile.
“Oh, you,” she grunted, grabbing the drink. “Thanks - I’m going to need this.”
“No,” the waitress said with a giggle. “Thank you.”
She downed half the frothy pink liquid in a single gulp and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Yum. That’s almost as good as melting your dumb teenage brain is going to be, Paul. When I walk out of here with my daughter, I’m going to have her blow you a kiss - but you probably won’t even notice her after I mind-fuck you into a loser who can’t get his dick hard!”
I froze up. Mom had warned me about this - Carla also had some experience with hypnosis. I’d been sure my will was strong enough to resist her, but thinking about a hypnotic battle in my hotel room was one thing. Actually being face-to-face with Carla was another.
“That’s right, look down at my tits,” Carla growled, a savage grin spreading across her face. “Aren’t they my best feature, Paul? Don’t they just make your dick cry out to bury it in-between these puppies?”
“I...yeah,” I grunted. I could feel myself slipping. I couldn’t look away from Carla’s cleavage - I didn’t even want to. What college-age guy doesn’t want to stare at a banging MILF’s tits?
“Good boy,” she purred, sounding almost like Mom. “Go deeper for me, now. Oh so deep. Then, you…”
Carla coughed, ruining the effect. Her hand rose to her lips, and suddenly I could look up again. Right into the panicked expression spreading across her face.
“You...you asshole,” she whimpered, swaying on her feet. It took me a moment to piece it together, to figure out what was going on. Apparently I realized the same time Carla did. “What did you…?”
The waitress chuckled again. “He didn’t do anything,” she whispered in a smoky falsetto. “I’m the one who knocked out your powers.”
Carla turned slowly - and only then, noticed what I’d seen the whole time. The waitress with her drink was none other than Ruth, our concierge. The woman I’d fucked ten minutes after I arrived here.
“You’re not supposed to interfere,” Carla growled, trying to shake off the effects of the drink. “You can’t just...just put your thumb on the scale…”
“With guests, I can’t,” Ruth said, smiling in that confident way of hers that just screamed customer service. “But I’ve grown rather fond of Paul and his Mom, you see. They’ve been helping me out quite a bit.” She leaned forward, dropping her voice. “Also, he was very, very good at fucking me.”
“You bitch,” Carla muttered. Her eyes were going unfocused, the drug working its way through her body.
“Besides,” Ruth said, grinning over at me. “They’re not going to be guests much longer. I have an interesting proposition for Paul - if he’d like to hear me out.”
I felt overwhelmed. Too much was going on. I sat
back down in the chair, and Ruth gently pushed Carla down into the same. She grabbed a chair of her own and sat between us, watching as Carla moaned and panted.
“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, looking at Carla.
Ruth smiled. “Oh, this is very short term,” she explained, waving her hand in Carla’s direction. “I just needed to give us a little time to talk. I’ve been speaking with the Management, and they’re very interested in you. You and your Mom.”
It was hard to concentrate with Carla practically orgasming next to me, but I tried. “Interested how?”
Ruth squared her shoulders. “We’d like to hire you,” she said simply. “As hospitality coordinators.”
My jaw hit the floor. “You want to give us jobs?”
