Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 61

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=== ***Bella*** ===

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes. Yes I did. Did you sleep alright?”

“Pretty good. This is kind of weird, like do I have a split personality or something?”

“I mean, I guess you do. Or we do. Huh. Can I see him again sometime?”

“Chris? Of course! I know he loves you, and it wouldn’t be fair to keep you away from him.”

“Aww, thanks. Oh, he gave me a name! Well, he gave me our middle name.”

“Our middle name? Marie? So you’re going to go by that name?“

“Do you mind?”

“Of course not. I’m glad you had fun, but I need to come back.”

“I know. Thanks for letting me see him again. I’ll talk to you soon. I think I’ll go and sleep since Honey didn’t really let me sleep.”

===

It’s surreal. When I came too, I felt refreshed. Imagine going to the best masseuse that money can buy and letting them work out all of my stress and worry, then you lay down in the most comfortable bed and sleep, uninterrupted, the entire 8 hours. That is what waking up today felt like.

Marie, hmm. That’s her name now.

Looking at Chris’ face, the man I love, gave me a feeling of renewed sense of purpose. When he started coming to, with his eyes blinking a few times as he looked at me, I could instantly tell that he knew I wasn’t her.

“You’re back! How was your, uh… sleep, was it?” He asked as he got up to his elbow and rubbed the sleep off his eyes.

“The best,” I answered, “and what did you two do while I was away?”

“Um, sex mostly,” he answered with a wry smile, “oh, and we’re supposed to go and see your parents! She wanted to go, but you’re back so now you get to go.”

I dropped my head into my palms, “ugh, I wish she went instead of me. Just when I was starting to get used to me being an ‘adult’ jeez.”

Well, I haven’t seen my parents in a while. I’m sure they’re curious about what I’ve been up to.

===

“Well, well, well the prodigal daughter returns.”

Mom cocked her hip, crossed her arm and wore a thin smirk. “Here I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you too mom,” I shot back, “you guys were on vacation a bunch.”

“I needed one, after all the stress you gave us,” she scoffed haughtily.

“What stress!?”

“The amnesia, you being an emotional wreck when you and Chris broke up, then all of a sudden you’re in a poly relationship! A poly relationship, I’ve never heard of such foolishness!”

I threw my hands up, “mom, I can’t talk to you like this.”

“Christine, Bella, can we just get along please?”

Chris wore a weary smile as he tried to settle us down. Mom has always had a soft spot for him because, well, they’re both Chris’s.

“Christine, I love your daughter very much. —“

“Even with all the shit she put you through?”

He kinda just laughed at that, and shook his head. “Well, the important thing is we’ve come out of that for the better. Where is Joseph anyway?“

That’s when I noticed a shift in her demeanor. Then I noticed: she hasn’t mentioned him at all. It’s all been singular, just her. I am my mother’s daughter. I am a lot like her, even in our physicality. Like me, she’s tall-ish, built well and, to use Chris’ words, like an Amazon. She’s not as tall as I am, she’s actually under 6 feet.

Anyway, the half-joking mannerism she had before is gone, replaced by a scowl on her face. “That rat bastard? I hope he’s dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Whoa, kind of harsh… wait, what? “Say again, mom? This is your husband we’re talking about.”

She spat on the carpet, like an actual wad of spit. “Fuck him!”

“What the..? What happened? Weren’t you guys on a vacation?” Chris prodded.

“Yeah, then I learned that he’s a lying, cheating, scumbag! I’ve known him for almost 30 years, and I never thought he’d do this to me!”

I started feeling hot. Like, raging hot. I didn’t realize it until Chris held my hand, but my knuckles are white from my hand’s being clenched so hard.

“Babe, be calm,” he said in a soft tone.

“How can I? Tell me? All I want to do is punch his face in right now,” I said through clenched jaw.

“His new girlfriend is 20 years old! 20 fucking years old!!! Younger than his own daughter, and he has a two-year-old kid with her! You know what that means? He knocked her up when she was 18!!!”

She’s downright roaring at this point. Red with fury. Red with hate.

I couldn’t hold my anger in. I’m fucking furious. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit something, but Chris held my hand through it all, even when I squeezed it so tightly. In my head, I can feel a little voice telling me not to lose control.

I need to calm down, and the only way I know is by having Chris make love to me. It makes me forget, for an hour or so, and the love he gives me calms me down, then I want that.

“Sit on my lap,” he told me, and I just nodded as I straddled him and he hugged me tightly. “It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine,” he soothes me as he rubbed my back and brushed the back of my head. I hugged him in response and he played a bit with my hair.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“I dunno. Fuck my brains out, maybe?”

“Izzy!” Mom called out, then I realized I said those words way too loud.

“Sorry, sorry. Mom, I am too angry right now and I need to let it out, so I’m going to my room – it’s still there, right? – and I’m going to have my fiancé fuck my brain out. Otherwise, I’m not sure what I’m going to do.”

Mom came and sat next to Chris, and she rubbed my back as well. All I could do is take her hand and give her a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, it’s been a couple of months for me,” she said out of the blue. “Joseph actually hadn’t touched me in… months before that, and now I fucking know why! Asshole!”

I feel like mom wants something. I feel like mom is hinting for… *something*, and I have a feeling as to what.

“Ugh, mom… do you want my boyfriend to fuck you?”

Well, that immediately made Chris jump. My mother is only in her early 40’s, and she’s still fit as fuck. She still has a tight, banging body, fake breast but they don’t look it, and a nice figure.

“Bella! What – what are you saying!? That’s your own mother!” Chris flustered, but I pressed a hand over his mouth. Mom didn’t really deny my offer, she just kind of bit the tip of her finger and smiled.

“Mom? I need an answer,” I demanded softly. She nodded a little and kind of looked away playfully. “Alright, but I need to get fucked first. Marie had my body for a couple of days.”

“Marie?” She asked but I just waved it away.

“You can watch… actually, I insist on it.”

I looked down at Chris, my hand still over his mouth, and pumped my eyebrows playfully while he shouted underneath my hand.

===

“Come on, babe, really? Your own mother? Really?”

“Chris, you know some girls need these little flings to make themselves feel better!” I argued, “that’s pretty much how affairs start. Some girls like attention that their boyfriend or husband won’t or can’t give, so they go out and get it.”

“That’s a bullshit justification,” he argued back, “if your moral compass is fucked up, sure whatever.”

“Babe, come on. Dad just left my mom, and she’s lonely and she needs a bit of…. Fun.”

I twiddled my finger against his chest as I press myself against him. “Do it for me, please?”

He grabbed me tightly, swung me around and we both fell on the bed. “Fine, just for you. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

His hand went to my thighs as he touched them softly. His lips went against mine as we started kissing softly and slowly. His other hand is on the small of my back and I could feel it drift inside the back of my yoga shorts, then it softly strummed the rim of my panties.

I told my mom to keep quiet while Chris and I do our business and she sat on my computer chair. I can hear her soft breaths and I could feel her eyes on us. She’s been a sexual person, but she’s repressed herself to become a dutiful wife.

“You’re lucky I can keep up with you. And Roxxy. And Alana. And Alexa.”

“And Raissa too,” I added playfully.

“Raissa? What?”

“Oh, right, Raissa and Victor has been bugging me about a foursome again.”

His lips sunk into his mouth. “Ugh, when?”

“Next week. It’ll be like the other time, you know, you can’t fuck Raissa’s pussy and Victor can’t fuck mine.”

“Do we have to? When did we become swingers?” He complained.

“When? When you tucked Alana, that’s when. And I found out I liked it when my boyfriend make other girls cry out in pleasure, and seeing their face twist in it too.”

I pressed my lips against him. “Now, just give my mom a good time, alright? It’ll mean a lot to her.”

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but a quick kiss from me, and my hand going into the front of his pants and gently rubbing the head of his dick, convinced him enough. “Fine,” he answered, “but just this once! I don’t know what to feel about having sex with my girlfriends mom.”

I hear a giddy laugh from my mother as she clapped her hands happily. I have a small feeling that she held a small candle for Chris.

He rolled me over until I’m laying against him, and he became a little more handsy. His hands are down my pants, fingering my asshole, while the other held the back of my head while he and I kissed.

Then I felt him strike my ass. Over, and over, and over, until I screamed and cried out. Then he grabbed my neck and started kissing my jawline and sucking on my neck.

“I’m gonna put my marks on you,” he said and I just giggled.

“You’ve left a lot of bruises on my tits, you know. I’m plenty marked,” I corrected and that only made him finger my ass a little harder. “You haven’t fucked my ass in a while. Are you going to fuck my ass, daddy?”

“I’m gonna fuck whatever hole I want to fuck,” he growled, “and I’m gonna do the same to your slut of a mother.”

Now, hearing someone call my mother a slut is something that would infuriate me. But hearing Chris ca my mom a slut filled me with excitement instead. When he talks like this, like some maniac, he makes me excited. Why? Because he’s extra aggressive and he fucks me harder than usual.

He pushed me over to my back and then he got on top of me, sitting just under my breast. He reached down and squeezed them, hard, then grabbed my plunging neckline and tore my shirt apart.

“Hey! This was — *Mmmph*”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it,” I hear him growl as he shoved a couple of finger into my mouth. I felt it wriggle inside of me, rubbing the inside of my cheeks and my tongue, and I sucked on it a little. He started unbuttoning his pants, slid them off his body, then he plopped his giant meat hammer in between my tits.

I hear my mom gasp, then mutter something under her breath.

He spat down between my breast and onto his shaft as he spread my fleshy tits apart. I pushed them together and then he pinched my nipples as he thrust to and fro.

“You want me to fuck your own mother?” He grunts and I just nodded while the tip of his cock pressed against my lip. “Your own fucking mother?”

“Please fuck her! Please fuck my mom,” I begged and then he slapped me across the face. I hear mom gasp in shock, but the ensuing laugh from me brought that into a rear.

“Harder. Slap me again, but harder! I’ve been a bad girl, I’ve been such a bad girl!”

“Only a bad bitch like you would ask her boyfriend to fuck her own mother!”

A slap on the opposite cheek brought the hard sting of pain prickling across my cheeks as I licked my lips.

With a few hard thrust that shoved his thick head into my mouth, he dismounted from my belly. Then, he grabbed the front of my thin shorts.

“No, no those are expensive —!!!”

He ripped them apart easily. He pushed my legs aside, slid my panties off and then he just shoved his hard cock inside of me. He pushed my leg up and rests it against his arm as he pounded down onto me, making me loudly moan out for him.

“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” He firmly asked as he slapped my tits. He bent down and bit my nipples as he aggressively squeezed them, leaving behind more bruises that decorated my tanned skin.

He fucked me hard, with deep thrust that made my brain go blank and my skin tingle. He kept sucking on my tits, making more lovebites all over and around my nipples, leaving his mark. I’m his woman, I’ve been his woman for a long time. It just didn’t register to him until last year.

“Come here,” he curled his finger towards my mom. She meekly went on my bed then he pulled her arms toward him.

“Chris, not so rough!” She cried out, but Chris isn’t listening.

“Shut up,” he snarled again as he started to forcibly disrobe her. My mom’s tits promptly fell out of her shirt then he grabbed the back of her neck. “You want to be fucked? Huh? Like your slut daughter?”

She quietly nodded, then he spat on her face. She gasped in shock but they only made him smear it all over her cheeks then he pushed her head down to my crotch, forcing her to watch as her own daughter is violated.

“Slut of a daughter, slut of a mother, no wonder you two are so much alike!”

“Chris, you take that ba — *mmmhph*!!!”

Before my mother could finish her words, Chris forcibly muffled her with his thick cock. He fucked her face forcibly, not letting her move as he held her down, and I watched my mother’s hand try to push off me and off him. But this only made him hold her down tightly.

Then, her arms simmered down as the sounds she made started to become more… tame. Her little choking noise, the squeaks his cock made when it plunged into her mouth, and the sound of her trying to take a breath, it’s all the sound I would make.

Then he started to fuck be again, and the pressure that’s been building inside of me came back. He pushed my mom aside as he leaned into me, slamming his hips into me hard and fast. “Fuck me daddy! Make me cum, make me cum, please!” I screamed as I grit my teeth and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Go ahead and cum on this dick,” he grunts ad he sucked my neck again. “Fucking cum for me!”

The shivering goosebumps that I’ve felt and stayed on me exploded into a prickly explosion of shuddering orgasm as it ran rampant all over my body. He kept fucking me as I rode my orgasm, never being satisfied with making my toes curl and my back arch. No, he wanted me to scream his name, to fully declare him my owner.

He held my head back while I tried to steady my breath. “You’re mine, you understand?” He breaths into my neck as he kissed me again.

“I’ve been – y-yours for a long time now,” I answered and he softly cupped my cheeks together, then kissed me again.

“Good, just so you understand.”

Then, like lightning, he leapt for my mom who sat next to me, whirled her until she’s facing away, then shoved her down. She didn’t even know what hit her, one second she’s watching her daughter have an orgasmic high and the next she’s on her stomach with her daughters boyfriend ripping off her leggings.

“Chris, don’t be so rough! Is he always like this!?” She demanded to know but Chris only slapped her ass.

“Only when he’s very turned on,” I answered.

“I just wanted a simple day with my girlfriend, and now I gotta fuck her mother too!?” He grumbled as he split my mom’s black leggings in half with an echoing rip.

“No! Stop!”

But when Chris is focused on something, he’s focused on something. But, I think he knows that it’s still my mom. Instead of straight up fucking her, he simple started to lick her pussy and sucked on her clit until she started trying to push him off her.

“No! No!!! I’m fu— I’m fucking— I’m f-fucking cumming!!!”

Like mine, her back arched and her leg folded and her toes curled down. She then started to convulse a little as her thigh shook and her abs contracted. “No!! I’ve… I’ve never… I thought…!!!”

“You thought your husband made you cum before?” Chris asked as he slapped his cock down on her crotch, letting it rest against her and reaching up to her stomach. My mom only nodded tiredly, then looked down at what rests against her. “Well, now I’m gonna show you what an arm feels like inside of you.”

I sat up just to watch my mother’s face become wracked with both pleasure and pain as Chris entered her. Her mouth slowly went wide, her face twisted and contorted as she tried to process the feelings she’s having, and when Chris went in deep enough to press against her pleasure points, her head shot back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Fuck, she’s tight. You wouldn’t think she pushed out a baby with a vagina this tight,” Chris groaned as he slapped her thighs. “Fuck, now her pussy is spasming!”

My mother is speechless, and she’s usually the type of woman who isn’t at a loss of words. Chris grabbed her hand into his own and held it on her side as he plowed into her, making her lay still while gasping sharply every time he thrust into her.

My mother took pride in the fact that her breast, albeit fake, looked quite natural. Chris reached and squeezed them tightly, which made her finally cry out after several minutes of silent suffering.

“Don’t squeeze them too hard!” She slapped his chest in futility which only made him laugh.

Chris started to laugh then he pulled himself off her. “Wait, you’re done!? I was just getting into it!”

“Shut up,” he firmly said. He got off the bed and walked over near me, near my head. “Clean up your mother’s cunt juice off me.”

I looked at him, and then down to his throbbing cock. “I didn’t stutter!” He barked as he grabbed the back of my head and slathered his dick all over my face, smearing my mom’s juices all over my face. “Open up, I said open up!”

When I opened my mouth, he stuffed it with his meaty cock, and I tasted my mother’s fluids. He’s being so rough and so rude. But I am so turned on right now because Chris isn’t normally like this.

He fucked my face roughly and forced his cock deep down my throat, all the way until my nose touched him. Then he shoved his balls down onto my face. “Christine, get your ass over her and suck my dick,” he commanded, and my mom couldn’t do anything but do as she was told.

She started sucking on the head, and she couldn’t even fit it in her mouth. Chris grunts heavily as he tried to force more into her, but mom only looked up and was worried the entire time, which I think he finally admits.

But mom didn’t let that deter her from enjoying the biggest dick she’s ever had. “It’s so fucking big,” she said, “I can’t believe I came so hard. I never came like that before.”

“Never? Not even with dad?”

She just scoffed and shook her head, then sucked on that bulbous head and then smacked her lips. “Not even with him or my other boyfriends.”

Chris started to slowly thrust himself forward and mom just let her lips open up so it slid between the gap. He sandwiched his cock between our lips, letting our saliva coat it.

“Both of you, on your hand and knees. Now!”

Mom and I scrambled to get on our hand and knees. We got on it, shoulder to shoulder, and the first thing I felt was his warm tongue inside of me. Then, my mother yelped.

“His-his fingers! Oooh fuck!”

Hearing his slurps and his lips smacking while he ate me out from behind, and I even felt his tongue on my asshole, I could barely contain my lustful moans. His tongue threatened to invade my asshole, swirling and circling the sensitive area while his other hand played with my pussy. In the meantime, his right hand is expertly playing with my mothers pussy, right next to me!

Then he switched it up and it was mom’s turn to feel his tongue. He would smack our asses and make mom yelp with surprise, but all in all this is a surreal experience, and a fucking mom needed.

Then I felt him raise up behind us, I looked back to find him holding his dick up, let it go, and then saw it fall and made a wet thump against my bare ass. He did it a couple of times, drumming his thick meat against our asses.

Then I felt him get on the bed, get on top of me like he’s mounting me, slide his dick into me which made me softly gasp and swoon, he then wrapped his arm around mine, and he just covered me with his body. I couldn’t help but fall to my elbows and feel his hand wrap around my throat. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”

“Yes daddy, please use my pussy,” I whispered as I crane my neck up to face him. He kissed me lightly, “use me please, use me.”

Feeling his hard thrust against me, causing me to grunt in unison to him, I couldn’t help but feel so submissive to him. By comparison, I am larger than he is but in this moment I felt smaller. He commanded me, compressed me and made me feel smaller. He kissed my cheeks while his penis violated my pussy, making squelching and wet noises while I moaned with lust.

Then he got off me and I could breath a little bit more free. I watched him smack my moms ass as he went behind her, then he gave me a passing wink as he thrust harshly into her which made her scream. “Chris, not too rough!” She yelled but Chris reached over and hooked his fingers into the side of her mouth as he grabbed her waist.

He released her lips but then latched onto her neck which he pulled on until she was looking up at him. Her back is arched and he kept his hand on her waist. “Had your husband ever fucked you as hard?”

“No! Nooo! He – he doesn’t!” She cried out while moaning like a teenage slut. “Fuck me harder, please! I want to cum again, I want to feel your dick deep inside of me.”

“As you wish!”

The ensuing hard thrust into her made her arms fall to her side limply as she could only make little squeaks. Chris grabbed her tits and fondled them while he fucked her hard and fast.

“I’m c-cumming,” she muttered and Chris started to groan as mom’s pussy clenched around her. When he was done, he pushed her down and she fell onto her stomach while I watched her vagina’s opening blink and spasm.

Then, he grabbed my leg and spun me over until I’m in my back. He slid himself into me with ease, laughing a little bit as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Was that good? How’d you like that?” He asked with a giddy smile.

“Oh, babe that was wonderful,” I beamed and he gave a sort of a dorky laugh.

“I think I could do better,” he shrugged, “I could do better.”

“You could, but you need to give me what I want. I need my big, strong man to push his seed deep into my pussy.”

“And your mother?”

“What, you want to cum inside my mom!? What if you get her pregnant!”

He laughed a little, and I joined him. “I’m kidding, baby. You could just let her suck on it after you dump your baby batter in me. She probably hasn’t tasted a man’s cum in a long time.”

He buried his head against my neck and I wrapped my arms around it. His hand went to my ass while my legs went up and around his waist. “Fuck me, fuck me daddy! Fuck me, I’ve been such a naughty girl!”

“Yeah, you’ve been bad alright! Making me have sex with your mother. What kind of a whore daughter does that!?”

“Oooh, you wouldn’t understand! She needed it! She needs it!”

“Do you want me to fill your pussy up? Huh? Tell me,” he then whispered, “I wouldn’t want your mom to feel left out. How about we go another round when we leave.” Then he gave me a playful wink. I loved this idea, and how he’s more sporadic and more assertive with what he wants. I’ve been waiting for him to start being more dominant with me.

“I want to cum in your and your mothers face,” he said with a somewhat wide smile.

“Oooh, naughty daddy! Okay, you can give me a creamy facial!”

I can hear his breathing quicken. I can hear him hiss a bit after every breath. Then, he started to groan a little bit and I know he’s nearly there. His cock is throbbing inside of my pussy, even with his hard thrust and even while he pounds me I can feel it kind of expand and get even fatter. “Baby, I’m close,” he whined against my ear.

He quickly got off me and we flip my mother onto her back. Her eyes flickered open to see Chris jerking himself off right over her. I put my cheeks near her, “open wide mom!” And she kind of gave a confused “huh?”.

Then, he gave me a deep groan. I opened my mouth and fully accepted the gift he’s giving me, a thick rope of white, gooey, salty goodness that directly went into my mouth and across mom’s cheeks. She quickly opened hers and got a mouthful of spunk as well, and she giggled as more and more of Chris’ junk splattered across her face. In the end, both of our faces were creamy, sticky and shiny from his cum.

“I feel so young!” She exclaimed as she gathered a couple finger full of Chris’ sperm and then suckled on it. She smacked her lips and gathered more into it. I did the same and fully enjoyed the manly taste.

Then Chris held his cock before her and squeezed the last bit from his tube. “Open up,” he groaned and mom opened her mouth and let her tongue out for him. A big blob of white emerged from the tip of his dick and trickled down to her tongue, which she then swallowed. I went and sucked his dick for more, ending it with a loud pop.

===

“So he left you a few weeks ago?”

Mom and I cleaned up, even exchanging a few awkward glances at one another.

“Yup. He took the ‘important’ stuff and left. I already had him served.”

She sighed a little heavy, looking at her nails calmly, but I can tell she’s hurt. “We were supposed to grow old together…”

“Mom,” I sighed, “you’re still young. Look at it this way, now you can go and have some fun! Get a young guy, fuck him senseless!”

She laughed at that. “Those days are over. Maybe I’ll just ask Chris to come over and fuck me every once in a while.” She held a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“Maybe you could. Well, hopefully Alana, Roxanne and Alexa is okay with that,” I laughed, which kind of confused her.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Oh, I didn’t mention it to you? We’re polyamorous; well, it’s kind of complicated. Besides me, he regularly fucks Alana, Roxanne and Alexa.”

She’s a little confused, “isn’t Alana gay? Roxanne… the Filipino girl, Roxanne?”

I clicked my tongue, “And also his sister in law, but that’s another thing. Anyway, as far as I’m concerned it’s only a matter of when you want him to fuck you, not an if.”

“Even now?” She kind of held my gaze, and I could tell she’s serious.

“Now? Yeah, go for it. I’m gonna make a sandwich for him.”

She shot up and ran out of my room, then I hear a surprised protest from Chris. Soon after, I hear her loud moans while I made a sandwich in the kitchen. I could hear Chris hammering her through the walls, with the deep thuds emanating from her room. I made an extra sandwich for me and enjoyed it thoroughly while Chris fucked my mother.

Then, I hear silence, the door opening and closing, and Chris’ feet slapping against the marble floor.

“You didn’t cum inside of her, did you?” I asked as I hand him a plate of roast beef sandwich.

“No, of course not. I think I can only cum if you or the girls are with me.”

Fifteen minutes of intense hammering made him gobble up the sandwich. “Thanks,” he smiled at me as he let out a big burp.

“Don’t forget what you told me,” I gently reminded him.

“Of course I wouldn’t forget, silly duckling!” He laughed as he took my hand and we went on towards my room.

=== ***CHRIS*** ===

I think I’ve finally accepted how sexual I am. Bella is my first girlfriend, my first love, and she’ll always be my first in everything. First sexual experience, first kiss, first blowjob, anal, handjob. But not really first crush, that goes to Jackie.

I think the girls see me as a bull. I think. I think they see me as this strong person that’s supposed to make them feel safe, but in reality I’m just as scared about life as they are.

They’re strong. All of them. They’re just as capable protecting themselves.

So now Christine see’s me as a bull too. To come to her on a whim and sexually satisfy her since her asshole of a husband left her. I fucked her brains out, sure, left her in her room slump over the dresser and mumbling incoherently. I fucked her harder than any man has ever fucked her, that much she confessed to me. I’ll admit, she’s still sexy and flexible and she’s still young too, but she’s the mother of my girlfriend.

We didn’t even get to tell her that Bella and I are engaged and are set to marry soon! That’s the whole reason we’re here, besides just generally visiting her.

Then I fucked her and her daughter. Jeez, my life is a terrible porno plot.

I can’t keep going around and fucking every girl I meet! It felt so wrong fucking Christine, but seeing that extremely satisfied face drawn across Bella’s brought me a small piece of happiness. I think she gets some pleasure of seeing me making other girls cum.

I just hope that this is it. No more girls for me to fuck. Bella is enough, she’s been enough but she doesn’t think that. Maybe when we have kids it’ll change.

Seeing her, my tall Amazon, giddily giggling like a love struck schoolgirl, makes me wonder how much I can give and do for her. She has her sweet side, her bitch side, and obviously that sultry, lust-filled, kinky side that makes me shiver every time she calls me “daddy”.

Her neck is dotted with several bruises of varying size, and she doesn’t hide it. In fact, she parades it and wears it proudly. She tells me it’s so other men knows she’s a taken woman, owned by someone else. She’s especially proud of showing it off when I’m with her and she floats around me like a protective ghost.

“Just so some other bitch don’t have any funny ideas about you,” she would say and I kind of laugh to myself. I don’t know, I don’t see myself as someone women would actually go after.

“What about your mom?”

“What about her?” She asked as she sat next to me on her bed.

“So what, is she my girlfriend now too?” I clarified and she snort-laughed at that.

“No! She’s… hmm… I think I just want her to be happier than the day before. If that means having her vagina rammed and filled with your dick, then we’ll go from there.”

I leaned over and kissed her. “You’re a good daughter,” I said, “but don’t ever mention this to my mom.”

She bowled over laughing. “I’m serious! She’s already beside herself when she learned that I’m sleeping with multiple women! The only silver lining is that I’ll have a bunch of “Patterson’s of different race” and she’s looking forward to seeing her grandkids!”

“Oh, Chris… so, you’re going to have a half Asian baby, a half Latin baby, and a half Russian baby… well, I think that’s still considered white.”

Her sense of humor is definitely a breath of fresh air from how oppressive she used to be. It was gradual, but as time went on she stopped being so stiff.

When she took off her blouse, her bruise ridden chest appeared before me. Like little blots of blue and purple, some slightly yellow, but she didn’t feign away from it. “Look what you did to me,” she pouted as she pointed at each bruise, “little love bits all for my tits. My neck. My shoulders.”

“You shouldn’t be so damn attractive then,” was my answer and she just pumped her eyebrows at me. She held her arm out for me and I slid myself onto her arms as they closed in around me.

“I know how you like it,” she said in-between kisses. “I know you like loving, slow, agonizing , sex.”

“Loving, yes. Slow? Agonizing? I wouldn’t call it that.”

“It is for me,” she laughed slowly.

“Well that’s because you like it rough and fast.”

“Hmmm, well, I like it any way as long as you’re with me.”

~ End of Chapter 61 ~

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