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Author: cmsix
Title: What's a Pervert to Do?
Part: 003
Summary: In honor of Frank McCoy
Keywords: Pervert
Language: English and North East Texan
This story appears by permission of http://storiesonline.net where it

first appeared.

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   codes (MF Mf)

   copyright cmsix@cmsix.com

   comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated

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   Chapter 3

   The next six weeks were some of the best of my life.  Kathy, Rachel and
Marilyn gave me all the pussy I could get, especially with Jessica and
Jennifer sneaking around and claiming their share too.

   The pool and patio were finished, Billingsly got his ass fired over
sexual harassment at the office, and when I finished up, closing the deal,
I got a bonus for getting all the problems solved and they gave me his
commission too.

   I ended up with a little over two hundred thousand and went directly to
the Cadillac dealership for three XLRs instead of two.  I didn't mind at
all either.  I had to go back home and lie about why I needed everyone to
come with me for a few minutes, but you wouldn't believe the squealing when
they realized that the three Cadillacs with the red bows were for them.

   When we got home that night, and after letting each one of them take me
for a short ride in their new car, I was fed like a sultan in his harem
again, and right before the orgy began, Rachel told me that she was indeed
pregnant.  Life was sweet, until three AM.

   Mom called me, in a panic, because Dad was on his way to the hospital.
He woke up with a crushing pain in his chest and it was radiating down his
left arm.  He was trying to say it was only heartburn, but thankfully Mom
called 911 right away.

   We all got up and dressed and headed over in my car to pick up Mom. 
When we got to the hospital, they told us that Dad was in intensive care
and that he had definitely had a heart attack.  The nurse didn't know about
the prognosis.

   After an hour and a half of waiting, a doctor came down to talk to us.
He said that Dad was holding his own, but that it had been a big one and
that it would be touch and go for a while.  Mom couldn't decide whether to
cry uncontrollably or curse Dad for ignoring all the warnings he'd had.

   It was hell for nearly ten days; Dad would get a little better and then
have a bad day and backslide.  Finally he seemed to be better for three
days in a row and the doctors told us that if he was still doing well in
the morning, they might be able to move him to a private room.

   I don't know why it always seems that bad news comes in the wee hours,
but it does, for me anyway.  I was covering the vigil for now and at four
thirty AM a doctor came out and told me that Dad had another big heart
attack and he hadn't made it.  I was stunned for several minutes.

   I'd have to be the one to tell Mom and I didn't want to, but I called
Kathy and told her what had happened and that I was coming home.  Mom had
been staying with us while Dad was in the hospital.

   When I got home, I went into the guest room, where she'd been staying
and shook her gently.  She woke slowly, but in a few seconds she sat up in
bed.

   "He's dead, isn't he?" she asked, looking right into my eyes.

   I didn't even have time to acknowledge it.

   "That damned fool, he knew it was coming and wouldn't do a thing the
doctors told him to," she said, almost spitting it out, and then she began
sobbing.

   We were all up now, Jessica and Jennifer came in the room with us,
trying to console mother, while Kathy, Rachel and Marilyn made breakfast.

   Things just got worse as the day wore on, and getting out of the house
to go take care of the arrangements was actually a relief.  All we had to
do now was spend time in our misery, but the next day people started
showing up to help us.

   I'll never understand why the things that go with a funeral came to be
the way they are.  I didn't want to spend all day inviting people in,
putting the food they brought somewhere, and talking to them for a few
minutes, only to have more come before the ones that were here now even
left.

   We barely got them all out of the house in time to attend the funeral,
and after we were back, they came back too.  It was a big pain in the ass
and it finally dawned on me that all the visitors must be to keep us in a
bad mood about them, so we wouldn't dwell on Dad.

   Two days later I had to call an architect to see about adding on,
because we were finally able to convince mother that she needed to live
with us now.  Some of it went like this.

   "I love staying here and especially spending time with Jennifer and
Jessica, but I'm just an old woman in the way," Mom said.

   "You are not an old woman and you aren't in the way.  We're going to
need you more than ever when Rachel has her baby, and Kathy isn't far
behind her, and now Marilyn thinks she may be pregnant too.  Your new
grandchildren are going to need you and their mothers are going to need
your help, me too," I said.

   "You're just saying that to make me feel better," she said.

   Actually I wasn't, I was saying it to convince her to stay with us.  My
mother was only forty-five and she still looked damned good to me; I'll
have to admit that I liked having her here.  Hell, she was making me horny
for her.  With all the fucking I'd been doing, I don't know how it was
possible, but it was.

   Unlike Dad, she had kept herself in excellent shape; her ass still
looked fantastic and her titties looked mouth watering.  She had the
biggest pair here by a long shot, and though I usually wasn't attracted to
big ones, for some reason, _her_ big ones did it for me, big time.

   I knew that I couldn't count on her hopping into bed with me right off
the bat, but I was pretty sure that with time, I could get the job done. 
That's the main reason I wanted her to live with us, I wanted the time to
work my way into her panties.

   Mom finally let herself be talked into it, so now I was calling the
architect to get her out of the guest room and into a bigger bedroom of her
own.  While we were at it, I was going to get a bigger master suite and
bigger nursery too.

   I interviewed four architects before I settled on a woman that really
impressed me.  Not with her body and looks for a change, though she was a
winner in that department too.  What sealed the deal was her suggestion
that we get rid of the two different privacy fences around my house and
Marilyn's.

   She said that since no one was living there now, we didn't need the
fence between the houses and she explained that if we built one big fence
around both properties, it would make them both look better.

   "What if we decide to sell the other house?" I asked.

   "All you have to do is buy enough materials so that a fence can be put
between the two properties later, if you decide to sell.  That way you
won't have to wonder about matching the brick later," she said.

   It made perfect sense to me.  I knew that a matching fence around both
properties would make them look better, and the materials were only a small
portion of the cost.  We'd save a considerable amount now by not building
the separating fence, and we'd have all the space of both backyards for our
use.

   Once I'd made a deal with Laura, and given her size of the addition I
wanted to make, I let she and the women work out the details.  That might
have been a mistake, since they came up with a lot of changes for the rest
of the house that would take place after the new bedrooms were finished.

   Walls would be moved or removed or added, bathrooms would be changed and
the kitchen was to get a complete renovation.  It looked like I might have
signed on for a never finished building project and it made me think of
Sara Winchester's mansion, but I hoped I could keep things short of one
hundred and sixty rooms.

   By the time Rachel delivered Cynthia, all the bedroom and nursery work
had been done, and the new fence had been finished.  They even managed to
finish the new play yard next to the patio, including a concrete sandbox
that had a mechanically removable cover that kept cats from shitting and
pissing in it.

   We would only open the sandbox when one of the children wanted to play
in it.  I wondered if the damned cover would still be operational a couple
of years later when any of them were even old enough.

   It didn't matter though, since the brass had finally decided to let me
do more of the selling and had hired me two personal assistants to help
keep my other duties in order.  I actually had less work to do now than
before, and they emphasized that I was not only a sales representative, but
also the code master and they were able to convince a lot of the customers
to come to me instead of me having to fly to them.  It meant that I was now
making an even more sinful amount of money.

   Three weeks later, Kathy delivered Karen, and we were into diaper
purchasing big time.  It was wonderful though, and we were even happier,
four weeks later, when Marilyn delivered Marsha.  We had a house full now,
but we had a slight problem.

   Kathy and Rachel had developed some sort of problem with their plumbing.
It wasn't serious, except for the fact that their doctors hadn't given them
the go ahead to resume fucking like bunnies.  They were as upset about it
as I was, but there just wasn't a damned thing to be done, except wait.

   Jennifer and Jessica were very accommodating, and did their best, but I
had become accustomed to getting some serious pussy, and I knew better than
to even think about getting them to carry the whole load.  Of course help
was just a bedroom over, but I just hadn't made any progress yet.

   Kathy decided to change my ways, and she gave me my marching orders one
night when we'd been sent to have an evening out, for dinner and dancing.

   "You know, John, this isn't going to clear up soon, our doctor told Mom
and I that it cold be four more weeks, and Jessica and Jennifer can't take
that," she said, startling me.

   "What do you mean about Jessica and Jennifer, what can't they take?" I
asked, hoping I was wrong, but fearing that she knew all.

   "Don't act so surprised, if you wanted to get by without us knowing, you
should have married a stupider girl to start with," she said, giggling at
me.

   I didn't do anything but look sheepish.

   "We've known almost since they told Marilyn that they were in the hall
listening.  I think it's great and Mom and Marilyn do too.  You're mother
was a little upset when she figured it out, but we convinced her it was for
the best, and now she laughs with us about the way you try to keep it a
secret," she told me.

   I still couldn't think of a coherent response, especially after she told
me about mother.

   "I guess you don't know that the girls give us all the details," she
said, laughing loud at the new look on my face.

   "Hell, I don't guess I know much about it, and I thought I was getting
away with something," I said.

   "You haven't gotten away with anything since the pool thing, and we
punished you for that, though the girls cut your punishment shorter than
we'd planned.  You have to get your butt moving now though, or do without
for real," she said.

   "Get it moving on what?"

   "John, don't be silly, you're mother is a very attractive woman and I
don't think it's fair of you to hold out on her.  You know she's too old
fashioned to hit on you," Kathy said.

   "I'll admit that she turns me on, even if her titties are big," I
admitted.

   "Poor John, he's going to have to play with those awful large breasts
for once.  Wait until you see them, they're unbelievable.  I don't
understand whey they don't sag at all, it doesn't seem right, and the
nipples, you must have had some powerful suction when you were a baby," she
said, grinning to rub it in.

   "I guess I'm a little shy about Mom, do you think there's a chance in
hell she'll put up with it?"

   "She has to, she lives here now and she has to make a V like the rest of
us, it's her job too.  In fact, I think she can still get pregnant, she
still has regular periods," she said.

   That sent a thrill down my spine, to my toes and back up through my
dick. I was as hard as I could get in seconds.  An image of my Mom, in her
bikini last summer, flashed into my mind and it's a wonder that I didn't
start drooling.

   "And her ass, it's just perfect, too bad we never talked her into
wearing one of those thongs like we all got.  She'd have you panting with
just the nipple covers and a butt plug thong."

   "I'm convinced, I've wanted to since even before Dad died, but I don't
have any idea how to go about it," I said.

   "Well, you're not going to catch her drunk at a kegger, and the paper
boy won't be any help at all this time, you're going to have to do a little
work on your own to get her panties off, but it shouldn't be too hard,"
Kathy said.

   "Can you give me any hints?" I asked, hoping against hope that they had
talked it over with her.

   "As a matter of fact, Mom, Marilyn and I, with Jennifer's and Jessica's
help, have come up with a fool proof plan, and it's romantic too boot," she
said.

   "Would you care to share it with me?"

   "Of course, but it is going to cost you, only money though," she said.

   "I don't care about that, if we have it, I'll spend it for a good cause
and I can't think of a better one, unless it's more of those thongs."

   "In the morning, you're going to take us shopping for more stones for
our mother's rings.  I get one more and so does Marilyn; Mom needs two more
since she has a new baby and grandbaby.  While we're shopping you will
notice that your mother isn't wearing any rings now, and you'll insist that
you have to buy her a big solitaire like ours, a new wedding ring since she
is one of your women now, and a mother's ring with six stones," she said.

   "I'm fine with that, especially the 'my woman now' part, but why six
stones for the mother's ring?" I asked.

   "I always knew that you had trouble counting.  One is for you of course
and three for the new babies, and one each for Jessica and Jennifer. 
Believe me, the more diamonds, the better," she said.

   "Then what, she's going to lay down and spread 'em because I bought her
the diamonds?"

   "She might, in fact I think she's actually panting to anyway, but we
don't want to be so male about it.  That night we're going to conveniently
leave you home alone with Jessica and Jennifer and you are going to out do
yourself with them both," she said, as if I understood what that had to do
with it.

   "And?"

   "And the next day, we'll all gather in the kitchen like always to let
Jennifer and Jessica sing your praises.  We've noticed before that when
they do, your mother gets just as horny as the rest of us.

   "When you take Jackie out the next night, for dinner and dancing like
you are tonight for me, you're going to get her a little sloshed and while
you're dancing with her, you're going to get her wound up tight," Kathy
said.

   "Then when I get her home, it's sink or swim for John," I said.

   "Bingo, she won't have a chance of resisting though and she probably
doesn't want one anyway.  Remember, 'liquor is quicker' helped you get my
knees apart in the first place.  If it all falls apart, it's at least a
good excuse for all of us to get more diamonds," she said, and laughed at
me again.

   "I have no problem with that, but for now, why don't you and I do a
little dancing, I might need the practice," I said, leading her out onto
the floor.

   We danced the rest of the night away, and I was bone hard before we were
done.  I stayed that way once we got home too.  No pussy for the wicked I
guessed; no head either, my _wives_ told me I needed to save myself for
tomorrow night with the two youngsters.  Made me want to just jack off, but
I didn't.

   We did go diamond shopping the next day and when I told mother she had
to wear my rings now she looked like she was going to refuse at first.  I
had to nip that in the bud.

   "No arguments Mom.  All my other women are wearing them and you can't
get out of it.  People will think I'm a piker for not buying my first girl
rings."

   Somehow the firm tone I used and calling her my first girl seemed to
work.  I actually worked better than I had any right to expect.  She
insisted that I help her with the selection and she was thrilled when I
made her buy a bigger solitaire than the others had.

   I'll admit that it confused me.  Mother had been obscenely wealthy from
her family and Dad's wealth only added to that.  I had a damned good
position and made a lot of money, but it didn't amount to much compared to
her net worth.  Still, buying her some diamonds really made her day.

   After we were home and had finished lunch we decided it was time for a
little fun in the pool.  Like always it was a day of oogling for me.  I
noticed that Mom's suit today was more revealing than usual.  It still
didn't come match the others but it was closer.

   That night all the grown women went to a movie and I stayed home to
baby-sit.  I guess baby fucking was closer to what really happened.  I did
give it my best but after the others were home and I was in bed with
Marilyn, Kathy, and Rachel, I was so tired that I wasn't sure who had been
the fucker and who had been the fuckee.

   I made myself scarce after breakfast the next morning.  I used a golf
game as the excuse and I did go and knock some balls around.  My heart
wasn't in it though.  I was just killing time so the others could get Mom
revved up.

   I ended up watching TV for God's sake.  It was as boring as the last
time I tried it but there ya go.  The pool party outside even broke up
around five PM and the women disappeared into Mom's room to start getting
her dolled up.

   I had to fix myself a little snack around six and then I took a shower
and started getting dressed.  I was ready at seven, and still ready as
seven-thirty when Mom finally made an appearance.  She looked gorgeous.

   I don't know a thing about women's clothes except that I know what I
like.  Mom had on a black dress but it was so short that it didn't even
reach halfway to her knees.  It was by far the shortest one I'd ever seen
on her.

   Low cut too, did I tell you it was low cut?  Well it was and her breasts
were busy showing that they had cleavage for days.

   A low budget for quantity for material wasn't the only thing that made
Mom's outfit so sexy and revealing.  It must have been silk, because it
clung to her everywhere.

   In the first place it was pretty tight and in the second it was so sheer
even though the black color made it completely opaque.  The dark color
couldn't hide things though.

   In seconds I knew that she couldn't be wearing any panties or the
material would have revealed them.  While I was trying not to gawk I guess
I did have a lecherous look in my eye and no doubt Mom picked up on it. 
Her nipples sprang to attention and let me know that the silk dress had to
be all she was wearing.  They couldn't possibly show like that through a
bra.

   I took her hand and gave her a son type kiss to her lips, then I put my
arm around her and started out the door.  I didn't even tell the rest that
we were leaving.

   I couldn't believe it.  Mom had come out of her room and just looking at
her in that dress had my dick as hard as a brick.  My 'no panty' suspicions
were very nearly confirmed when I held the door for her to get in.  The
short skirt made its way up her fine legs, almost all the way to heaven. 
I'll bet I wasn't a sixteenth of an inch from a pussy eye view.

   I walked around to the driver's side and got in.  Looking Mom over again
closely until the door swung to and killed the interior light.  I got the
car going and took us to the little dinner and dancing club even faster
than the law allowed.

   Fetching Mom out of the car when we arrived paid off.  I got a nice peek
at her blonde bush as she swung her legs out.  I know damned well that she
saw me eyeing her love nest as she got out, but she didn't mention it.

   After we were seated a waiter came over to take our drink order.  We
settled on a few martinis before we ordered and I kept myself straight by
drinking one to Mom's three.

   Of course we had red wine with our steaks and I kept her glass topped
off.  Things were looking good in my view and I didn't think I needed to
get her too tipsy but a little way there couldn't hurt.

   After we'd finished, Mom was thinking about having an Irish Coffee but I
talked her into trying a Long Island Iced Tea, or two.

   This was a nice place for grownups and even the fast numbers were not
fast.  No rapping need apply either.  We did ok with those but I pressed
the flesh from the first with the slow songs.

   From the start I held Mom a lot closer than a grown son would hold his
mother while dancing.  In fact, I could tell that it surprised her a little
on the first slow dance.  She was a good sport about it though and I didn't
press my boner against her.  I didn't try to dance sway back like I've seen
some young guys try to get away with but I did keep from pressing it right
up to her.

   We had our heads up too, like real adults that were talking to each
other and just happened to be dancing.  I kept with that plan for the
entire time we danced our first eight or ten songs, and then we took a
break and had another drink.

   This place was pretty nice but it was easy to tell that most of the
meals were over by now and dancing was the main attraction for the rest of
the evening.  Hell, this was for grown folks and most of them wanted to be
asleep by midnight, not just starting to party.  The lights were pretty low
by nine-thirty.

   When we headed out to trip some more of the light fantastic, I pulled
Mom right up against me and dispensed with holding one of her hands in
mine. I wrapped her up with both arms so we could get acquainted.  I'd
never danced with her like this before but I was sure I was going to like
it.

   Mom made a small effort to pull back a little but I wasn't having any of
it.  I didn't say anything, I just held her tight so she couldn't back off.
She sighed and relaxed against me then, laying her head on my shoulder.

   I didn't make any more overt moves during that set.  I rubbed around
over her sides and back without touching anything suggestively.  She seemed
to be enjoying it and I gave her the tiniest bit more pressure from my
dick, just sneaking it up on her.

   The band took a short break then and we sat down for another drink. 
When they started up again the lights went even lower and as we started to
dance again, I pulled Mom even a little closer.

   She was taller than any of my other women.  She wasn't as tall as I was,
but when we danced this time her titties were pressed into my chest and not
just above my belly like the would be with Kathy, Rachel, or Marilyn.  They
felt good there.

   I was about ready to get home and get to the good parts so after a step
or two I let my hands drift to cup Mom's buns through her skirt.  She
tensed a little and then shivered, but she didn't complain.  After a few
more beats I kissed her lips like I meant it and gave her some tongue for
hers to play with.  She pulled me tighter after a few seconds of this and I
knew the deal was sealed.

   We danced five more slow songs and I kept things rolling right along. 
Rubbing my chest across Mom's nipples and getting very familiar with her
ass while I was kissing her most of the time.

   When the band played something a little faster I led Mom off the floor,
singed the check that had already been imprinted with my card and we headed
for the car.

   I got a little flash of pussy hair again when I let Mom in the car and I
half-kneeled beside her door to giver her some more kisses before we left.
She seemed glad to participate, so I slid my right hand between her thighs
and up under the short dress.

   She tensed again when I reached her moistening love lips and she used
one of her hands to try pushing mine away.  I didn't say anything; I just
kept kissing and kept my hand where I wanted it, rubbing her outer lips. 
After a minute I moved my kissing down onto her throat and pecked and
nibbled down into her cleavage.

   I relented after a little of that.  I knew Mom was wound up and I wanted
her in bed and naked.  I got up and got in the car to drive us home.

   When we arrived I helped Mom out of the car and put my arm around her,
taking her inside.  No one was anywhere to be seen.  After we were inside
Mom made a little move as if she were going to her bedroom, without me.

   I just didn't let her loose and when we reached her room, we went inside
and I closed the door behind us.  She turned to me and I think she was
about to say something, but kissing her good stopped that and while I was
at it I pulled her up against me again.

   When she knew what we were supposed to be doing again I let my hands
roam.  I didn't bother with keeping my hands outside her skirt this time
and she trembled a little as I dropped them below the hem and brought them
back up under it.

   I was right, Mom didn't bother with panties and I soon had a nice firm
asscheek in each hand, I pulled her up against my hard on with the grip.

   It was easy to tell that Mom was good and excited by now and when I slid
a finger between her legs from behind and started teasing between her pussy
lips she almost swooned.

   While I was at it I let my other hand let down her zip in the back and
then I eased us over to the edge of her bed.  I pulled her dress up nearly
to her breasts as I moved her to sitting on the bed's edge and when she was
there I pulled the dress up over her head.  She'd already kicked off her
shoes and she was naked.

   I took a second to shuck my coat and tie and then sat on the bed beside
her so I could get back to business.  Mom was through pretending that I
wasn't about to give it to her and her arms were around my neck as I took a
titty in each hand.  I loved them, even if I didn't understand how the
could be so big and firm at her age.

   Her nipples were tremendous and I teased them unmercifully.  They seemed
near to bursting and they were very sensitive.  She cooed and sighed while
I played with them; she nibbled and kissed around my ears.

   I let go to start unbuttoning my shirt but she took over that job and I
went back to teasing titty.

   I got rid of the shirt when she had it unbuttoned and slipped off my
pants while I was at it.  A little more kissing and then some rolling
around had me between my mother's legs.  I let the one eyed snake nose
around a little and then Mom put it in for me.

   We both sighed when I pushed it home and it felt so good I pulled back
and did it again, and again.  You get the picture.  In a minute we were
banging away at each other.

   Luckily the emotional ride had Mom hot to trot but it was a big turn on
for me too.  I barely had time to give her nipples both a good teasing
before the end crept up on us.  As momma's pussy squeezed down on me my
dick started pumping and Mom went off right along with me.

   I sagged down onto her, kissing around on her neck between breaths and
she hugged me to her, whispering that she was proud of her big baby boy. 
Soon enough we drifted off to sleep.

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