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I tried locating Mom after that. Itworked much easier than the time I'd spied on Liz. Almost instantly, I sensed who was fucking her.

All six of them. Jack and Mark. Vince and Ishmail. Todd and Dom.

Letting out a dejected sigh, I severed the link, or dismissed the supernatural connection, or hung up, or whatever the hell the term was. No doubt Iva would know and could make me feel like an idiot child for never having heard it. Whatever I did, I no longer sensed my mother's exploits.

Good for her. She'd been wanting to get good and fucked by a bunch of guys. I had no right to be jealous. I'd just fucked two other women, neither of whom I'd given Mom any reason to believe was especially high on my list. Hell, it wasn't even the first time that day that I'd fucked Iva, and Iva wasn't just another lay.

So yeah. No right to be jealous.

But it didn't change how I felt.

Though, in truth, the reason I felt like shit, felt like smashing my fist through a wall the way Todd would have done in my shoes, had nothing to do with my mother.

I headed to the lobby to see if there were any free rooms.

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Vigorous knocking at my door forced me awake. I tried to ignore it, but it didn't go away, even when I yelled out that I didn't want housekeeping. Mumbling various obscenities to myself, I slipped a tank top on and went to answer the door.

"Moooorning," Brie sang, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"Morning," I said, opening the door.

Dom and Skye slid in behind her. My brother handed me a coffee and clapped me on the shoulder as he walked past. The coffee was so exactly what I needed, I could kiss him.

Skye bowed her head low, refusing to meet my gaze. My eyes followed her ass as she walked past. Holy fucking shit. It was delectable. It was big, and mostly solid. But it jiggled quite nicely as she shuffled across the room.

And her outfit drew attention to all the right places. She wore black leather pumps, white knee-high socks, white panties, and a tight white tank top. Her breasts were nothing to write home about. Not bad either, mind you. She might have Brianna beat. But that was about it. Pretty much every other woman in the family had nicer breasts.

Still, the overall package was something to behold. Her skin was soft, flawless, and fair, given her multi-racial heritage. Unlike her brothers, it would be hard to mistake her for being fully black. She was obviously mixed. They were dark chocolate to their sister's milk chocolate, if you will. Black coffee to coffee-and-cream.

Brie slid up against me, giving me a gentle hip-check. She flicked her gaze at Skye's thick ass, then back at me, raising her red-brown eyebrows. "You likey?"

I placed my hand on the small of my cousin's back, kissed her forehead. Ignoring her question, I asked, "Nat come to see you?"

"She did," Brie said, trailing her fingernails over my chest.

Dom offered Skye a chair. She nodded her gratitude to him then sat down, crossing her deliciously meaty thighs and folding her hands in her lap. I wanted to reach out and take her hands, tell her to relax, that no one was going to make her do anything she didn't want to do. Of course, with Brianna and Dom there, I wasn't sure I could make such a promise.

I finally met my cousin's gaze. What man could look into those big, bright, green eyes and not go weak in the knees? Damned, but she was beautiful. Delicate jaw, high cheekbones, cutest little nose, stunningly fair skin, ruby red lips, luscious red-brown curls. And though she didn't need it, plenty of makeup. "So, yeah. I'm in. Sign me up," I said.

A faint grin spread across Brianna's lips. "See, there's just the one little thing."

"Oh?"

"Well, you'll have to forgive me for being a wee bit skeptical about just how fully committed you are. You know, given past events. Same goes for our other cousin," she said, nodding towards Skye, who stared down at her feet. "So I'd like to see something of a demonstration of submission from you two."

Dom stood behind Skye's chair, stroking her lustrous hair. He flashed me a knowing grin. That was Dom for you. One second, you were grateful as hell to have him around. He could be so thoughtful. The next, he was delighting in your suffering.

"Okaaay," I said. "I can do that."

Brie grinned, tucked a lock of gorgeous red-brown hair behind a slim, elfin ear. "Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to take it up the ass or anything. When I say submission, I don't mean like BDSM. I know you can't handle that."

Dom laughed.

"I just mean, I want you to let your guard down. Let me and your lovely cousin have our way with you, and don't resist if we try to drain you. We might leave you pretty weak in the short run, but you'll recover. That's it. Nothing crazy. Just want to see that you're willing to surrender yourself to me, or to another upon my command."

Skye flashed me an uneasy grin. I smiled back, no less awkwardly.

"Okay," I said. "I can do that."

Brie rubbed my gradually inflating cock through my boxers. "I know you can, baby."

I kissed my cousin on the top of the head. God help me, I wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy her. Even after Iva's little eye-opening speech. I wished I didn't. But it was like my willpower evaporate the minute she smiled at me, or directed that emerald gaze at me.

"And that's it?" I asked.

"That's it," Brianna said, staring up at me unblinking.

My heart went aflutter, but in the back of my mind, I still knew I couldn't take too much solace in her words. She could have been telling me the sky was brown, and I wouldn't have been inclined to disagree. Those eyes of hers were damn dangerous.

"Good," I said. I rushed to add, "Not that I wouldn't be willing to do more. I'm looking forward to serving you. In whatever capacity you might see fit."

"We'll get to that, don't worry," my cousin said, trailing a pink nail down my chest and through the deep trough separating my abs.

"I can be very useful to you," I said. The moment the words were out of my mouth, I regretted speaking them. Though it probably didn't matter. It'd be pretty foolish to think that even after this little demonstration, she'd do anything other than what Iva predicted.

A hollow grin spread across her lips. "I know." She stepped closer. One slender thigh slipped between mine, very nearly pressing against my dangling cock.

It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her, throwing her on the bed, and violating her. I'd love to be able to say that she didn't have that kind of effect on me, that she wasn't really my type. But those would just be feeble lies.

"Skye, honey, why don't you come over here and suck Frank's big ol' cock?" Brie asked without looking away from me.

Without a word, my cousin slid out of the chair and approached me, her step faltering.

"Now, don't you think she deserves to see you in all your glory?" Brie said, slipping one hand down to stroke the mushroom-head that peaked out below the hem of my boxers.

I nodded, dropped my boxers to the floor, and stroked myself hard. As I did, I poured energy into the effort of inflating my cock. Soon, it was long enough to reach my knee.

Skye placed one hand on my chest, flashed a hungry look down at my package, then looked me in the eye. Her impossibly white teeth furrowed into her full lower lip.

I stroked her thick hair and poured some of my energy into her. Soothing her nerves. Or maybe just stoking the furnace of her desire to make her forget how nervous she was. Either way, I saw the tension go out of her back, heard her exhale as she relaxed.

"Haven't really been properly introduced," she said. "I'm Skye."

I laughed awkwardly. "Frank."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"Same," I said.

Brianna laughed as she took the seat that Skye had just vacated. She propped one leg up on the chair, pulling her knee against her chest. With one hand, she gestured for Dom to get to his knees and pleasure her.

He did so promptly. Once he was in place, she wrapped her other leg around the back of his head and ran her nails through his hair. But her eyes were on us, not Dom.

"I can think of worse ways to prove myself to her majesty," I said.

With a weak smile, Skye said, "Agreed."

I leaned in, hesitated. We both chuckled. Then I pressed forward.

The kiss was awkward at first. A quick peck. Then a slightly more venturesome one. Another, more lingering. Again, with open mouth. Then tongue. In just a few brief moments, the ice was broken, and I felt no less comfortable kissing her than I would my sister. Which, in any other context, would have had a very different meaning.

Naturally, my hands made their way to her ass pretty quickly. It was every bit as glorious as I'd expected. Very firm. But just soft enough.

Despite the queen's instructions -- it was probably about time I started to think of her as such -- I stopped Skye as she made to drop to her knees. With a shake of my head, I turned her around, planted her hands up on the dresser, and eased her legs apart with my knees. Then I dropped on my haunches and ran my hands over her thighs and fat ass. It was fucking amazing. I was practically drooling on myself as I fondled it.

I heard my cousin gasp as her panties disappeared. I didn't rip them off. Just vanished them with a thought. Then pulled Skye's cheeks apart, gripping them tight in my fingers, and went to work on her browneye with my tongue. She writhed softly, bucking her hips and sighing contentedly. After sinking my teeth into one ripe cheek, I slapped her ass, spun her around, then kissed her deeply.

When our lips parted, I led her over to the bed and gestured for her to lie on her back. She did as I indicated, and dug her heels into the thick covers as she spread her legs wide.

I didn't bother teasing her. Just went on the attack right away. I used every trick I knew. My tongue was in three places at once. My fingers thrust deep inside both of her holes.

Like all the women of the family, she tasted amazing. Mostly like a woman should, but with a hint of cinnamon and coffee. It was strange, but delightful at the same time.

Only after bringing her to climax for the fourth time in a row did I tap my cousin's powerful thighs, signaling for her to break her vice grip. When she did, she collapsed flat on her back. "Wow. Sweet Jeebus. That was nice."

I climbed up into the bed beside her and kissed her on the lips a few times. She was beautiful. Such full lips, bright eyes, and smooth skin. "No reason we shouldn't enjoy this," I whispered. "Try not to focus on the fact that technically we're being coerced."

She raked her white nails through my hair, grinning. "Try not to. But you see, I have this funny hang up about coercion."

"Fair enough."

"Anyway," she said, rolling onto her side and starting to rise to her knees. "Let me see if I can't return the favor all the same."

I gasped as her warm mouth engulfed my cock. But I soon found myself a bit disappointed. She was not as talented as some of the other women in the family. Not that it wasn't enjoyable. It was. But she had yet to learn to make use of her powers the way most of the other women in the family had discovered.

Dom walked over to the bed and handed me a bottle of lube. "Here. You guys are taking too long. If you're about to bust a nut, go ahead and finish. Otherwise, let's move on."

"Straight to anal?" I said.

"She's an anal queen," Dom said. "Before she learned who she was, she only let guys fuck her ass. So she could still technically call herself a virgin."

Maybe the bemused tone to Dom's voice spurred her on, because I suddenly felt a bit more sensitive. Not a lot. Not the way I would if someone like Iva tried that on me. But it had the desired effect.

And I decided now was as good a time as any to prove to my queen that I could submit to her will.

I forced all my defenses down, and used my own powers to ramp up my sensitivity. A few seconds later, my sweet cousin was swallowing my jizz, and so much more besides.

My head spun. I could only imagine this was what it felt like to lose two or three pints of blood. I hardly knew what was happening as Skye mounted me reverse-cowgirl, sliding my monster cock into her asshole.

When I did realize what was happening, I was shocked at how easily it glided inside her. I reached up and cupped her ass cheeks. Not because she needed help supporting her weight. They just felt so damn good.

I tried to get control of my thoughts. Though I fumbled with the effort, I finally succeeded. But by the time I did, I was on the brink again.

Fortunately, this time, we climaxed together.

Afterwards, my cousin collapsed onto my chest, lying flat on top of me with my fat cock still buried to the hilt in her ass. As I sucked air, I reached up and freed her breasts from her tank top, playing with her stiff nipples. I also craned my neck to the side and nibbled at her ear.

Dom climbed into the bed with us. "Stay there," he said, as he saw Skye trying to work me free of her ass. "We're going to double her. I want that snatch."

"Is that okay?" I whispered in her ear.

"What was that?" Brianna asked from her chair.

"Just telling her how hot her ass is, that I sure don't mind taking it again."

"Mm-hmm," the queen said.

"Thanks anyway," Skye whispered back.

Dom pressed my legs together tightly and planted his knees just outside either of my thighs. As he did, he lifted Skye's legs up, propping them on his shoulders. "Just go with it, guys. It will be easier for everyone."

While we might neither of us have been crazy about the circumstances under which it was taking place, it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Dom and I had Skye cumming her brains out in less than a minute. And we kept right on going, bringing her to climax over and over. I came a few times myself, each time feeling her sap more of my energy.

Yet, even after my spunk started dribbling back out of her ass onto my balls, we all kept going. It only took a thought to clean the mess up after all. And good lord, it felt good to be inside her ass, to feel Dom's thick tool pressed lightly against my balls and my cousin's soft cheeks spread out across my crotch.

Apparently we'd stopped at some point. I was vaguely aware of Dom and Brie sharing Skye just a few inches away from me. But I couldn't move. Could barely open my eyes. My head swam in a sea of purest bliss. Though I didn't love feeling powerless, I couldn't argue with the intense state of euphoria. I'd only felt this way once before. The time I'd watched Brianna Devour a man, after which she'd basically fucked me within an inch of my life.

I seemed to recall that she'd done so despite promising to go easy on me.

When I came to, I was in Brianna's warm mouth.

I hadn't even realized I'd passed out. I should have been panicking. But all I could think was that there were worse things to wake up to.

But unfortunately for me, the queen stopped a moment later. "Good, you're awake," she said, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.

With great effort, I raised my head up a few inches from the pillow and looked around. "Where're Dom and Skye?"

"Shh," Brie said. "Save your strength."

I sighed and plopped my head back down.

"He took her back to our room for a private session. Don't worry, she's in good hands. Your brother talks a good game, but, in the end, he's something of a teddy bear."

Remembering all the things he'd done to me growing up, from shocking me with a cattle-prod almost every day for a week after a school trip to a farm upstate, to tying me down to my bed, it was hard resisting the urge to laugh in her face at that one.

Better Dom than Brie, at any rate. Skye didn't deserve what I was about to get.

"Now," my cousin said, jumping atop my waist.

I gasped. I felt like Todd had punched me in the gut.

Brianna cupped my face between her soft hands. "That was good, baby. But I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied yet."

"I don't know how much more I have to give," I said. "Though, I'll gladly give what little there is," I hastened to add.

She smushed my mouth in one hand, my lips puckered like a fish. "Shh. Let your queen speak." Letting go of my mouth, she leaned down and planted the softest kiss on my lips.

"You've got two choices. Either you can agree to let me send you undercover in the First Autumnal Court. You know what that is, right?" she asked.

I barely managed a nod. "Silas," I said.

"That's right. Oooorrrr. Have you heard of pegging?"

"No," I said.

She explained.

I felt my face drain of color.

"Didn't think you'd be crazy about that. Of course, that's the point, isn't it? I mean, don't get me wrong, I actually really like fucking guys in the ass. But that's not the point. There are plenty of guys who let me do that to them already."

The unwanted mental image of my cousin fucking my older brother in his hairy ass with a monster cock that she shouldn't have had suddenly came to mind.

Brianna laughed. "No, no, Dom would never let me do that. And I'd never ask. You see, Dom's a real man. I only do that when I want to make a guy my bitch."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You're not going to let me either though, are you? Because whatever else you might be, like conniving and two-faced, you're no one's bitch, right?"

I grunted by way of response.

"Figured as much. That's okay. Our pal Silas is going to be Patriarch soon. Will be nice to have an inside man in his court."

"Yeah," I said.

"So it's settled then," she said. She leaned down and kissed me. And damn if it wasn't an exquisite kiss. The bitch. I really wanted to be turned off just then. But how could I be, with this goddess straddling me?

Thankfully, though, in the hours that followed, she didn't mention pegging once.

During a break between sessions, as Brie stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her makeup, I came up behind her and nestled my chin on her shoulder, cupping her breasts in my palms. "Forgive my insolence, majesty, but may I humbly make a request?"

She giggled, reached up and ran her hand down the side of my face. "You're getting the hang of things. What would you ask of me?"

I kissed her cheek softly. "Can I say goodbye to my mother before I go?"

Brianna twisted her lips, tapped a delicate finger against them pensively. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. You're not trying to suggest that you doubt my word, are you?"

Well. There was the small matter of her promising not to do things that she did. On more than one occasion. But I wasn't about to say that. "Of course not."

She laughed. "Bullshit. We both know I'm a huge fucking liar. At least, when dealing with you. Since that's about all you deserve from me, given that you've been somewhat less than forthright yourself. But that's okay. I like that you'll pretend I'm not."

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't be either dangerous or degrading.

Brianna spun around, planting her hands on my massive chest. "I know how special she is to you. I'm not so cold I wouldn't let you see her once more before sending you off."

"You're most gracious, my liege."

"And fucking sexy. Tell me I'm fucking sexy."

"You don't need to command me to say that. You are fucking sexy."

"So you're admitting that you only do things because I command it? You don't actually mean the things you say?" she asked.

Clever bitch.

She laughed and patted my cheek. "It's okay. Of course you don't. I wouldn't be sending you to the First Autumnal Court if I thought I'd actually broken you. Believe it or not, I would prefer to see you stay out of trouble though. This isn't a suicide mission. Serve me well for at least a year, and I'll strongly consider letting you re-enter the court."

Iva had warned me about this. "Strongly consider." I said.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Did you not just say that your queen is gracious?"

I whipped my hand around behind her, grabbed her small but firm ass, and pulled her against me. She gave an excited chirp just before I kissed her. Deeply.

I wanted to be mad at her. But even so, I was crazed with lust.

Of course, it wasn't entirely my fault. I could feel her burning through energy like crazy.

Unfortunately, as much energy as she was consuming, it was only a fraction of her power. Her Libido dwarfed my mother's. Dwarfed Iva's. I'd never really sensed Grandma Kaitlin's. Didn't know what I was doing well enough back then. But I suspected that Brianna's wasn't all that terribly far off from my grandmother's anymore.

There had never been a time that we were even close to equal in power, no matter how much I'd wanted to believe otherwise. And it had only gotten worse since.

A lot worse.

When I released her, she smiled and then hopped up on the marble counter. Her legs spread wide apart. I watched as her pink fingernails toyed with her glistening pink folds. Her lips were so puffy and inviting.

Her green eyes issued an unspoken command that I was all too glad to obey. Each time my tongue passed over her labia, I felt a tiny jolt of energy rush through my body. The way Iva's fingers had done the night before. Only Brianna was making me do it to myself.

After her second orgasm, I stood up. Brianna trailed the backs of her fingers through my hair. "You're really getting to be pretty damn good," she said. "I'm not sure if that makes me more confident that I'm making the right move by sending you away or less. Mostly more. But I'm going to miss that tongue of yours."

I kissed the top of her head, ran my hands through her silky red-brown tresses. The fact that I managed to stop myself short of telling her that I'd miss her too struck me as a great victory. But simply knowing that I would was all kinds of demoralizing. Why couldn't I bring myself to hate this woman? Sure, I experienced greater physical pleasure at her hands, and mouth and other holes, than most any other woman could show me. But was that really worth so much, given everything else?

"You know, for what it's worth, not that I expect to change your mind, but I've been behaving myself since we last spoke," I said. "I know why you don't trust me. Really, I do. I never should have gone to see the former queen. Never should have done a lot of things. But I realize that now, and lately-"

She covered my lips with a slender finger. "Shh. You don't think I know that? That's why I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. You realize that my mother and father did less to oppose me than you ever did, right?"

Not that it was a mystery up until now, but that was as good as confession. I shuddered.

The queen ran her hands through her hair. As she did, she disappeared. But not physically. Just vanished from view. I still felt her fingernails raking my scalp. Her distinctive, powerfully alluring scent still filled the air.

I gasped. "So that's-"

"Yes," she said, coming back into view.

My stomach clenched tight, and I felt the blood drain from my face.

She leaned down, letting her long ringlets softly brush my forehead. "I'm very, very glad you had the sense to say no to Iva."

"Did you put her up to it?"

She shook her head. "No, she did that on her own. And don't you worry, I'll see to her soon enough as well."

If only I hadn't asked Iva to meet me for drinks.

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A soft breeze blew up from the sea below, carrying a hint of saltwater with it. With a shiver, Mom pressed her back against my chest, wrapped my arm around her shoulder like it was a shawl. We stared out over the balcony of our cottage, sipping chilled wine.

"So. You're really serious about this?" she asked for the umpteenth time that day.

"Fraid so. At this point, I think there's no turning back, even if I wanted to. If I tried, Brianna would do something even worse than sending me undercover. I'm sure of it."

Mom sighed. "Probably right."

I kissed the top of her head. "Are you sure you're going to be safe? Promise me you'll be careful while I'm gone."

She popped an elbow in my ribs, though not with any real force. "That's my line."

I laughed.

"Seriously. I'm expecting a promise, mister. Or you don't get to fuck me again."

"That's an empty threat. You couldn't turn me down if you wanted to."

Mom paused, sipped her wine. "Maybe so. But you should still promise me. I'm your mother, and that means I get to demand such things."

"I promise. I'll be careful."

"It would be nice if you didn't make it so obvious that you're just humoring me."

"You think I'm planning on getting Devoured or something?"

She sighed, leaning her head back against my chest. "It doesn't have to make sense, honey. I worry. It's what I do."

"I know," I said, kissing her hair again.

When we were in the throes of ecstasy, it was easy to stop thinking of her as my mother. Not that I forgot, exactly. But the balance between lover and provider tilted heavily towards the former. And when we were under a veil, I tended to think of her just in terms of the latter, though it was never long before I started to develop a vague sense that we were not like other families, that few guys spent time wondering whether their mother was trying to seduce them, or would be open to being seduced by them.

Times like these, when she was very actively playing both roles, made my head spin.

But it was every bit as intoxicating as it was disorienting.

"Here," Mom said, pulling a silver pendant shaped like a leaf out of..., well I'm not sure where she'd been carrying it. "I want you to have this."

"What is it?" I asked.

"A good luck charm." When I didn't reply, she said, with a sigh, "Of course. You don't believe in luck. Well, maybe it's magic then."

"What does this `magic' charm do?" I asked.

"It marks you as a favorite son of Autumn. And that keeps you safe." Perhaps anticipating my reaction, she elaborated, "It suppresses people's desire to harm you. Won't stop them from doing so if they're really intent on it, but they're less likely to be so in the first place. The more energy you're carrying, the more effective it will be. But it's never going to be foolproof, mind you. Don't let it become an excuse to be reckless."

I took the charm from her and gasped when it sank into my chest. My flesh parted before it then closed behind it without leaving a scar. "Where did you get it?"

"There's probably eight or nine of them in the various Autumnal Courts. They're as old as the courts themselves. Most of the more prominent families have one. Your father and his mother both have one. You can be sure Silas does as well."

"So. Favorite son," I said.

"Autumn's," Mom said with a faint grin.

"Right. Autumn's." Presumably Liz, who had been Devoured by her daughter, and Tara, who had been exiled by her mother, were not given any. I guess that meant Mom had not just been, up until now, one of Autumn's favorite daughters, but her mother's as well. "Tell me something, Mom. How long have you been part of this world?"

I felt her back stiffen. Evidently not the follow-up question she expected.

"Since I came of age. More or less the same as was true for you, though we waited a bit longer with you so that we could initiate the four of you at once. Why?"

Gathering up her silky hair, I swept it aside to expose the back of her neck, which I then kissed several times. "Well, it's just... obviously time is a funny concept when you call two entirely different worlds home. Worlds that experience time quite differently. So I don't know what time, or age, means for us, at least not after we reach the point where we switch back and forth between these two worlds constantly. But I don't even know how old you are. If that's actually a coherent question."

She didn't reply for a while. When she finally did, all she said was, "It's not, really."

"Figured as much. It doesn't really matter anyway. I'm just curious. I mean, I've got a pretty good idea of how old I am, because we all spent eighteen years in the mortal world, after you got pregnant with Nat. And it wasn't long after she turned eighteen that all of this began. But I can't even begin to wrap my head around how old or young you are."

"That's just the way of things. Very few of us can keep track of our age beyond our first eighteen years. In some extenuating circumstances, one of our kind will be separated from their families and won't discover who they are auntil well into adulthood, so they can count past eighteen without things getting fuzzy. And some families violate the stricture against premature initiation. But when they're found out, they're dealt with harshly."

I shuddered at the thought. If not for social norms, I'm not sure I'd even have a tinge of residual guilt about having recreational, consensual sex with the adult members of my family. Especially since we weren't even human. But the fact that I felt no guilt about consensual acts amongst adults didn't mean I was okay with child abuse.

"So, basically," Mom continued, "unless they make a point of keeping very careful track of exactly how much time they've spent in each world, all any of us knows is that they're over eighteen, older than their kids, and younger than their parents. More or less." She caressed my forearms tenderly. "Of course, we do sort of age, even after reaching adulthood. My natural appearance, if you want to think of it that way, looks older now than it once did. But part of that is psychological. When you play the same mortal role long enough, you start to think of yourself as getting older."

"Makes sense," I said.

"Don't speak too soon. It's even more complicated than that. The representation of the mortal world that you know isn't the first one we've created, or the first one I've lived in. If I told you the mortal calendar year in which I was born, you wouldn't believe me. But the number of mortal years that have passed since I was born would make your head spin for the opposite reason. I've seen the Y2K panic, and the 9/11 attacks, three times now. So depending on how you look at it, you might think I'm only a few years older than you, or old enough to be your great-great-grandmother. I remember playing the part of a woman in her forties better than I do a woman in her sixties, but I've been that too. I'd lived a long life already by the time I married your father."

"I see," I said. "I wish I could've known you when you were younger."

Mom laughed awkwardly, sipped her wine.

"Sorry. I guess that's a weird thing to say."

"It's...sweet," she said. "But, baby, let's not do this. There's so much pain down that path. For you, in the parts that I care to remember. For me, in the ones that I don't."

Mom finished her wine in a big gulp and stepped away from the balcony, leading me by the hand back inside. I stared in awe at the way her fat ass moved under the blue and white pinstripe men's dress shirt that she wore. Besides the shirt, the only other thing she wore was a pair of white socks. Perhaps because she sometimes had dressed like that when I was kid, back when she was thinner and Dad's shirts still fit her, the outfit did as much for me as the racy lingerie she usually wore.

I let her pull me along for a while, but after a few steps I sped up and swept her up into my arms. She laughed as I did and threw her arms around my neck, raining kisses on my cheek. I carried her like she was my bride over the threshold to the master bedroom.

I fucked her hard. I fucked her soft. I fucked her silly. I pleasured her orally. She did the same for me. I grew an extra cock so I could DP her all by myself. I turned into a centaur and ravaged her with a cock twice as large as the largest I'd ever let mine get.

For a time, we moved to the jacuzzi. There, Mom turned into a mermaid and gave me a killer blowjob, her head fully submersed underwater the entire time.

It seemed I'd never get over the simple beauty of stark color contrasts that her face offered. Her pale skin, deep brown eyes, long lashes, thick brows, full lips, and lustrous black hair made for a killer combination. And her makeup exaggerated the effect.

I wished I could slow down time. Having remembered a trick I'd learned from Iva, I managed to have hands everywhere without actually having more than two arms. Hardly a second went by that I wasn't simultaneously groping Mom's fat ass and huge breasts while holding her hips, shoulders and ankles, caressing her thighs and calves, and running my fingers through her soft, thick hair.

Similarly, when I went down on her, my tongues were deep inside her, caressing her labia, giving her a rimjob, and flicking her clitoris, all at once.

And she performed similar feats. Not to the same degree, but that was fine with me.

Our efforts took a lot of energy. But we were feeding off one another constantly, more than making up for what we expended.

After several hours, we finally took a more than two minute break. "Think maybe we should eat something at some point?" Mom asked.

I nodded.

"I'll go see what I can whip up," she said.

I grabbed her wrist. "No. I've got a better idea."

She raised an eyebrow. "Should I put some clothes on?"

"Probably."

So she waved her hands in front of her body, and an instant later, she wore a long, red dress that clung to her hips tightly enough to be flattering but fit quite loosely from there down. The dress also had a form-fitting bodice that pressed her breasts together so tightly as to create a veritable canyon of cleavage, but which also covered them up enough to count as decent. For good measure, she wore a black shawl on top.

I changed into khakis, a plain white silk t-shirt, and a blue blazer.

I offered her my arm. She smiled warmly as she took it.

We stepped out onto the balcony and before our very eyes, the world around us reshaped itself. The cliff and sea beneath us remained, but the balcony grew and grew and empty tables popped up all around us. We were suddenly seated at an exclusive gourmet restaurant, situated on the top of a cliff.

Mom laughed, clapping her hands. "Delightful, dear."

A waiter came by to drop off the menus and take our drink order. While we had him, I ordered a cheese board in addition to two glasses of their finest merlot. After deciding on our orders, we laid the menus down and held hands until our wine arrived. We hardly spoke. Just sat there, staring into one another's eyes, smiling. The waiter graciously showed no reaction to our egregious mooning. Not so much as a passive-aggressive throat-clearing.

After ordering for both myself and Mom, I turned back to her and asked, "So how long do you figure Brianna will last on the throne?"

She frowned.

"What?"

"Don't get my hopes up. If you're going to come back to me, it will be because you did as she instructed and she invited you to return."

I sipped my wine slowly. Should I tell her that was a false hope?

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm just trying to be realistic. When she first ascended to the throne, I thought she wouldn't last long. Wasn't cold-hearted enough. Overconfident, naive, inexperienced, and so forth. But she's sure making a show of proving me wrong. Me, and many others."

"Okay," I said.

"Oh, baby. I would love to say I thought she won't last a month. You've got to know that. Don't you think I've dreamed of the day that you yourself overthrew her?"

I grinned faintly. "Yeah?"

She gave me a cute puppy-dog face and nodded emphatically. "And," she added, in a breathy voice that simply exuded sex, "maybe you'd ask me to be your Shadow afterwards?"

I laughed. "Maybe. Just maybe."

She frowned.

I reached across the table and stroked the back of her hand. "Oh, you know I'm kidding. Who else would I ask? It's the idea of me being king that I'm maybe-ing."

"P-shaw," Mom said with a wave of her other hand. "My baby was born to be king. I always knew that. And I'd hoped I could keep you away from politics, but in my heart of hearts, I always knew I couldn't."

"That's nice, but I'm not even sure I want that. For a while I thought I did. But the more I learn, the more I think I'd be happy to stay out of it." I thought about clarifying that I might not mind if someone else, like Iva, replaced Brianna. But who knew if she was eavesdropping on us at that moment. I should have thought of that a few minutes ago. But the least I could do was go on the record as swearing that I had no interest in the throne now, while I had the chance.

Mom smiled wistfully, cupping her chin in her hand. "You say that now."

I shuddered at the memory of the last time a woman had said that to me. "Seriously."

Speak of the devil, just as the waiter delivered our cheese board, Brianna appeared from behind him. "Fancy meeting you here!" she said, gesturing with one hand, palm up. "What are the odds?" She reached for a chair from a nearby table, stopped, looked over her shoulder, and asked, "You guys don't mind if I join you, do you?"

"Of course not, your majesty," I said.

Mom mumbled her agreement.

She snatched up a cube of cheese and plopped it in her pretty little mouth. The moans she made as she bit into the cheese got my blood flowing.

My cousin wore the skimpiest little black cocktail dress you ever did see. Her legs, long and sleek, were left bare save for the straps of her heels reaching halfway up her calves.

Her exquisite hair was tied up by a black silk ribbon. One loose lock of hair fell down her forehead, dangling just in front of a bright green eye. And just then, by coincidence no doubt, a breeze picked up and carried me a whiff of her sweet perfume.

I shuddered.

It was absolutely unfair for a woman to be so attractive.

Mom was trying not to look at either me or Brianna, a slight grimace contorting her lips. I wanted to explain that it wasn't my fault, that Brianna was laying it on thick. Nothing could have hurt me more than seeing the way I hurt my mother just then. And not being able to explain to her that it wasn't my fault. Brianna was just too powerful.

Well, okay, I could imagine some pretty painful things if I thought about it. And it wasn't hard to imagine Brianna being the one doing them. But still.

The waiter came back and took Brianna's drink and dinner orders. While she was ordering, I reached across the table and took Mom's hand in mine. I wanted to reassure her more explicitly, but it was all I dared to do in front of Brianna.

"So," my cousin said, slapping her hands on the table. "I hope I'm not interrupting a nice romantic evening for two."

I looked at her flatly. Couldn't even bring myself to suck up to her this time.

She laughed heartily, draping a hand languidly over her chest. "Oh, listen to me. What a silly question. Of course I am. I just hope you're in the mood for a threesome. Because I'd love to join you after dinner."

"Of course, my liege," Mom said, forcing a smile that wasn't fooling anyone. Especially with the gritted teeth that lay behind it.

"Geez, did somebody die?" Brianna asked. "Ordinarily, when I offer to go home with a couple, I get something of a different reaction."

"Well, ordinarily, we'd be ecstatic. And we'd still love to have you join us. If we seem a little reluctant, it's just because I'm going away tomorrow, and this is our last night together. You see, the queen, God bless her and keep her, has decided to send me away."

Brianna smiled. "Well, I guess that does explain it. You must have done something to make her take such a drastic move, what with you being her cousin and all. I hear she's very fair. No one accuses her of being soft, not anymore, but no one has ever seen her lift a finger against anyone who was loyal to her."

"I suppose," I said.

Brie laid a hand on my forearm. The arm that was stretched across the table, holding Mom's hand. She looked me in the eye, gaze unwavering. "Well, if you'd like to be left alone, I can go." Turning to look at my mother, she added, "No hard feelings."

I looked Mom in the eye. Ever so gently, she shook her head. Then she turned to her niece. "Don't be silly. Of course you should stay."

"Oh, well, if you insist, dear."

We finished our meal hurriedly, keeping conversation to a minimum. Then I transformed the balcony back to the way it was, except for one detail. I summoned a sofa, its back to the outside wall of the cottage, and a coffee table. Then I sat down on the coffee table, gestured for Mom to sit next to me, and asked Brianna if she'd give us one of her famous little shows.

It didn't take a minute before Mom was breathing heavy, her nipples visibly hardened. To say nothing of the metaphysical signs of her arousal.

Brianna might or might not be as sensitive to the latter as I was, but one way or another, it had to be obvious that her dancing was having an effect on the both of us.

Which was only to be expected. Even when she wasn't pouring a river of energy into projecting a powerful glamor, Brianna was damn hot, and was an absolute terror on the dance floor. Her hips were weapons of mass seduction.

After a while, Brie slowly slipped out of her dress and kicked it over the balcony. She then gave my mother a killer lap dance. I slipped back to the sofa, giving Brianna more room. She took that opportunity to lay my mother down on her back and sit on her face. The queen pulled her G-string aside to expose her lips to my mother's hungry eyes. Then she reached back and gave her tight little ass a firm slap. It hardly responded.

But I still convulsed in ecstasy. And I heard Mom gasp, despite the fact that she couldn't even see Brianna's ass from where she was.

My cock was in my hands a moment later.

Brianna pulled Mom up off the table, out onto the makeshift dance floor. Mom's movements were awkward, shy. But she gradually loosened up, and her clothes began to disappear. When Mom started to relax, started really shaking her ass while Brianna gave it a series of playful slaps, I completely lost it.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.