Homelands Pt 2 Ch 07

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Todd took his time with Mom. Not because he was enjoying her for her own sake, as I would have in his shoes. No, to judge by the taunts he tossed out to the rest of the room, what he was really enjoying was rubbing our faces in the fact that he was the king. If it bothered Mom that he was using her to make a point, or that he was being quite rough with her, she didn’t let it show. In fact, she rather seemed to enjoy it. She encouraged him to slap her harder, to continue calling her names. Add another one to the list. And this time, it was one of her sons. But that was something to worry about more later. It was only fair to Natalie to let her be the center of my universe for at least as long as I was inside her. Even if her own attention was itself plenty divided now that Dad had joined us. A good while later, when Mom finally told Todd she could take no more, everyone else seemed to take that as a sign that the festivities were over for now. Dad looked at his watch. “Just barely have time for a shower before I head to the airport to pick up your aunts.” Looking at Natalie, he added, “Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” She moaned contentedly before collapsing on the couch. She looked like she might fall asleep right there, even though she was practically naked and drenched in sweat and cum. Holly pulled herself away from Sean and Patrick, looking equally worn out. Maybe more so, if that was possible. “I’m afraid I think I’ve had all the fun I can handle for now too. Don’t have superpowers like you all.” Rob coughed, holding his hand up like a student waiting to be called on in a classroom. “Not all. I’m with you. I think I’ll take my lovely wife here up to bed and the two of us can do what normal people sometimes do in bed. You know, sleep.” Melanie grabbed her father and her brother and led the three of them towards the garage apartment. Neither looked the least bit tired. That left me and Mom alone with Patrick, of all people. “Mind if I join you two?” he asked. “Sure, honey,” Mom said before I could say anything. Maybe I should have anyway. But the kid had to still be pretty well under the influence of my veil. I didn’t think he was going to try anything stupid just yet. By the look of him, he didn’t have anything but sex on his mind at the moment. Besides, I wanted to talk to Mom, alone, with her memories restored, before deciding what to do about Patrick. So I slipped up behind Mom, patted her fat ass with one open palm, and whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna hang back. Let him feel special for a bit. Meanwhile, maybe you can suck him dry and the two of us can have that alone time?” She purred and reached back behind her to give my semi-erect penis a love tap. “Okay, enough of that,” Pat said, stepping closer to Mom. He put one hand tentatively on her hip and stared over her shoulder at me. Slinking away, I held up my hands in surrender. My nephew smiled at me the way few people other than Todd could. It was a smile that said I’d be a fool to think I was his equal, yet still seemed to express genuine satisfaction at my defeat, for all that it seemed strange to take any pleasure in triumphing over someone who allegedly offered no competition whatsoever. He made as if to kiss his grandmother, istanbul travesti but when she went up on tiptoes, he covered her face with his hand. “On your knees.” Mom obeyed his command. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, but like my mother, said not a word. “There’s only one way to treat a slut,” he said to me. “I don’t even get off on this, to be honest. Dominance and submission isn’t my kink. Nor yours, I take it. But it is Grandma’s, isn’t it? And you just can’t stand that, can you? How does it feel to know that she’s hotter for me right now than she’s ever been for you, my legendary Uncle Frank? The man who has so much power and talent that half the damn women in the family are in love with him. Yet you can’t really satisfy the one woman you wants most. Doesn’t that just make you want to smash your fist into a wall?” Not a all, no. I took a deep breath, hoping that when I spoke, I could keep from betraying my emotions. It wasn’t easy. I winced a little with each cough or gag my mother made. Pat wasn’t receiving a blowjob from her. He was fucking her mouth and her throat. Rather aggressively. “What do you want?” I asked. “Honestly, I don’t really know,” he said. With one hand, he gave my mother’s hair a sharp tug. She squealed. Or tried to. With his cock in her mouth, the sound got muffled. He looked down at her with what I think was supposed to be a smile, but looked more like a grimace. “I’ll tell you what I don’t want, and that’s for you to slow down. Whore. Suck that fucking dick.” Without a word, my mother went back to gobbling on his cock. “At first,” Pat continued, looking at me, “I wanted a normal family. Wanted my mother to behave like a mother should, instead of teasing me, walking around the house looking like a whore. Oh, sure, she claimed she didn’t know what I was talking about when I told her that I knew, that I’d seen her true face, and that I knew it was her true face. But I saw the recognition in her eyes. Eventually, though, sometime after she finally told me the truth, I think I started to want her. Wanted to see her look at me the way you look at Grandma.” “What’s that got to do with me? Or your grandmother?” I asked. He sneered. “What’s that got to do with you? Are you fucking serious? You mean you don’t even see it?” I shook my head slowly from side to side. “Honestly, I haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about. Or why you’re so angry.” My nephew barked a mirthless laugh. “She’ll never moan for me the way she did for you, in this very room, just a little while ago,” Pat said. “I don’t know what you did to her, but I’ve never seen her like that. At first I thought the problem was Todd. The way she always talks about him, all the pictures she has of him all over the house. There are few enough of you. So I figured you were an afterthought. But I see now that I was wrong about that.” “You’re crazy,” I said. He glanced down at Mom, frowned, pulled his cock out of her mouth, then smacked her across the face. Hard. “Bitch. No one told you to use your teeth.” “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Damn right you are,” he said, pressing his dick to her lips again. It was a wonder I didn’t accidentally set the house on fire, my anger was istanbul travestileri burning so hot. “You’re not going to try to feed me some bullshit about how she told you how much she loves me, I hope?” he said, turning back to me. “Because I can see the truth plainly enough with my own eyes. I know it’s her brothers, not me. Will never be me.” “No,” I said. “She didn’t tell me that. I’m sure she does love you, in a way. If not quite the way you want. But you’re crazy if you think I’m the reason things aren’t the way you want them to be with her. My sister has never had the same feelings for me that she had for Todd. And never will. If you have to be jealous of someone, and I assure you that jealousy will not win her over, you’ve got the wrong uncle.” “Do I?” he asked as he continued bucking his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep into my mother’s throat. “Somehow I doubt that. But it doesn’t really mater. You’re the one in love with a slut who’ll let me treat her like shit. I’d love to see the same look on Uncle Todd’s face that I’m seeing on yours right now, but I don’t really have any way of doing that, so I’ll just have to settle for this.” What I felt just then wasn’t quite relief. Having to watch him treat Mom like this was bad enough. But it was good to know that, for now, making me feel the jealousy he himself felt was as grand as his designs went. When more of his memories returned, that would change. It would have to, once he remembered what he’d done. Unless he was even more a blind fool than it was beginning to sound like he was, he’d realize that the rest of us weren’t likely to turn a blind eye to that. And that would make him desperate, and dangerous. For now, though, I could grit my teeth and wait for his little game to be over. Odds were it was bothering me more than Mom, even though she was the one on her knees. Like Nat, my mother was no delicate little flower, and wouldn’t appreciate it if she thought I saw her as one. Besides, the very first time she’d taken me as a lover, I’d seen her let Dad do worse to her than her grandson was doing now. No doubt, it was different when it was coming from a man that loved her, as my father did, or at least once had. But she could take care of herself. In fact, she chose that moment to prove it. Pat’s eyes rolled back in his head. “What…ungh.” I couldn’t see what Mom had done, but whatever it was, it clearly worked. Spasms wracked my nephew’s body as he climaxed again and again. The color drained from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat soon coated his forehead and torso. Realizing just how literally Mom had interpreted it when I’d asked her to suck him dry, I ran around behind him and caught him in my arms just as he started to fall. I carried him to the couch and dropped him like a sack of potatoes. “Don’t worry, he’ll be okay,” Mom said, as she rose to her feet. The bruise Pat had left her healed right before my eyes. “I wasn’t worried. But how do you know?” I asked. “Didn’t Devour him did I? Anything short of that, our kind eventually recovers from.” I snickered. “You’re something else, you know that?” “And don’t you forget it,” she said with a smile. “Now, go have a drink or something. Meet travesti me in my bedroom in twenty minutes. I want to shower and get ready for you.” # Just as I was starting to wonder what was keeping Mom, the door to her bedroom opened. I sat up straighter, but stayed put. Didn’t want to seem too overeager. “Sorry I took so long,” Mom said as she slipped into the room. My jaw went slack. On the one hand, I knew every curve of her body. The way she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted had been seared indelibly into my memory. Yet, at the same time, I wasn’t sure I’d ever really get used to the idea that it was possible for a woman to be built like that. To have a waist that thin yet hips and breasts so generous. There were times, such as just then, when I felt as though I was seeing her for the first time. The only thing Mom wore was a length of red ribbon. Loops of it bit softly into her supple thighs, curled about her calves, and formed something of a sleeve down one arm. One huge breast was pressed flat against her chest by the fabric, though the other sat atop it. She’d tied a bow out of the ribbon by her navel. Aside from that, she was completely naked. “I just wanted to prepare one last gift for you,” she said, holding her hands out, palms up. She gave one hip a good shake, making her most delicious parts ripple. “It’s, um, very nice,” I said, feigning a lack of interest. Mom scrunched up her face and shook her fist at me. “Oh, you. I oughta punch you right in the nose.” She looked down at herself then back at me. “Seriously. Do you like it?” I slipped out of bed and walked over to her, tucking my erection up in my waistband. My hands slowly slid across her body, delighting at the soft, cool feel of her skin. Eventually, I brought my hands back together at the bow. Mom stared up into my eyes with bated breath, lower lip trembling. “Well?” Without a word, I deftly undid the bow and pulled away the ribbon, letting it fall the floor. I stepped back and appraised my gift. Mom grabbed my biceps in her hands, squeezing tight, and, through clenched teeth, said, “I need you inside me. Right-” Moving faster than she perhaps knew I could, I whipped around behind her, turned her to the side, bent her over the bed and prepared to enter her. “Oh, fuck, yes, Frank. I love when you get a little wild,” she said. I fucked her like that for a while. But before long, I pulled out. Then I had her climb into bed and get on all fours so we could do doggy-style properly. It was just like the first time we’d ever been together. Only this time, she didn’t need to tell me when to grab her breasts and when to fondle her ass, because I summoned a few extra hands. The hands that were actually attached to my body held her broad hips for support. With some of the others, I groped, caressed, and slapped her fat ass, fondled and squeezed her huge, soft breasts, mashing them together. One stroked her hair, every now and then giving it a firm, but not harsh, tug. Another slipped down between her legs and frigged her clitoris. Still more hands rubbed her back and shoulders and caressed her thighs. Finally, the last two hands alternately eased back and pressed firmly against the soles of her feet, working in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of my dick into her pussy. Eventually, mouths opened up in the palms of some of the disembodied hands, and I sucked on her puffy nipples while gently cupping her breasts. Mom had learned a few tricks of her own while I’d been gone.

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