The idea so aroused her that she dragged me to the bedroom as soon as she arrived home that night and we completely forgot about dinner.
When we walked around doing the weekly shopping, or we'd head out together for a day, I did wonder how people viewed us. We couldn't hide the fact we were deeply in love. Even how we held hands told anyone who took notice of our relationship. And while we did display affection publicly, we were still careful about being noticed by people who knew us, though in a city of over five million people, we would have been incredibly unlucky.
We agreed that we were committed to each other. We couldn't marry. There'd be no children as Mum was simply too worried about complications either with falling pregnant, the pregnancy itself or issues when the child was born. But there was no problem with us living together as a couple and that's what we agreed to do.
Until everything changed and it was my mother that was the catalyst, showing how wonderful a human being she is at heart.
*****
Three years later...
"You should just invite her around, baby," Mum suggested, "I've met her a couple of times and we are nice to each other. I genuinely like her."
"I think she would find it weird, Mum," I replied, glancing at my watch, "And I know Candice likes the one night a week she gets with me anyway."
"You know, if it was any other woman, I'd be a little jealous."
"But not Candice?"
"She loves you, baby. You've been her shoulder to rely on before she even married your father. I still think that's a mistake, by the way."
"It's been two years, Mum. But... Yeah, the less said, the better..."
"I'll be waiting in bed for when you get home, baby. Mummy will make sure she's nice and wet so that all her son has to do is get naked and slide his big cock inside me."
"I might want to taste my mother first..."
I heard her moan softly as just the idea was enough. "When can you visit my office again, baby? I'd love to just sit back on my desk with your face between my thighs..."
"I'll organise something again soon, Mum. I'm about to clock off here myself and I promised Candice I wouldn't be too late."
"Give her a hug from me, baby. Yes, I know that sounds weird, but you know my thoughts about him anyway."
After exchanging words of love, I disconnected the call and sat back in my chair. My life was going well. My mother and I practically lived as husband and wife now. We had a small circle of friends that shared the same lifestyle. I'd had to distance myself from other friends as it was too difficult lying to their faces, particularly when they would be trying to set me up with girls. I'd graduated from university and had landed in a fantastic job that paid well and with plenty of job opportunities in the future.
Candice and my father had married two years ago. It had been a lovely day. Candice had been stunningly beautiful in her dress. My father looked smart in his suit. It was a civil ceremony. The ring he placed on her finger wasn't cheap. But there were already signs that though they loved each other, something in their relationship was missing. Even the first dance seemed to lack that love and passion... I found myself thinking of when I'd dance with my mother...
My father spent most of the night with his friends. I eventually ended up dancing more than once with Candice and she was ever so thankful for that. They disappeared for their honeymoon a couple of days after their wedding day for two weeks, both returning home with healthy tans and smiles, but while my father looked content, I knew Candice enough by then, particularly having spent so much time in her company with just the two of us, to know something wasn't right. But although I'd long been a shoulder to lean on, an ear to chew off, I also knew I wasn't the one to go asking personal questions.
Mum encouraged my relationship with Candice as she seemed to realise how close we had become. I visited her at least once a week, usually a Wednesday or Thursday, and we started heading out for dinner as my father was more often than not missing in action. Most weekends were still spent in the company of my mother, but on the rare occasion she did plan something, I would often find myself heading over to see Candice if she wasn't doing anything.
It was six months after they married that Mum insisted that I invited her over. To my surprise, Candice accepted the invite without any hesitation, driving over after I finished my studies one afternoon to pick her up. She was a little nervous about meeting my mother, as I talked about her all the time and she knew how close we were, but despite the difference in their ages, it was nice to see the two were immediately friendly. Candice hadn't broken up their marriage, while Mum seemed to genuinely like her in return.
After driving Candice home, earning a soft kiss on the cheek and one hell of a cuddle, Mum was waiting for me when I returned home, lying back naked in bed. We made love as usual, our bodies moulding together as I buried my cock where it belonged, before we snuggled back in bed.
"She's lonely," Mum whispered, "I know that look. It's the same look I faced in the mirror when your father was cheating..."
"You don't think, do you?"
"I hope not, for her sake... But your father has a track record. I wonder if he cheated on girlfriends before I came on the scene. Seems the old 'once a cheater, always a cheater' rings true in some circumstances."
"But they just got married?"
"The age gap, baby. She's arm candy for him at his company events and on an evening out. How many nights is he home with her during the week?" My silence gave her the answer she was seeking. "I hope he isn't, baby. And I mean that because she is a very sweet woman, and I have no doubt she absolutely loves his son too."
"Yeah, I love her too, Mum. I know she's not that much older than me, but it's like having a second mother."
"Or an older sister?"
"Yeah, I guess you can look it at that way too."
But it was this night, three years later, that would be the catalyst for the lives of four people changing. Parking up on the street as I always did, Candice buzzed me up when I rang the bell. What I didn't expect was her to answer the door in an absolute flood of tears, colliding with my chest as she clutched me tightly, her sobs ringing around the empty hallway.
Being the tiny thing she was, I easily picked her up and headed inside, kicking the door shut behind me as I carried her into the living room, sitting us together on the couch, Candice refused to let me go for a few minutes as I held her tightly in return.
"I don't think I even need to ask," I sighed.
Waiting until she calmed down, there was a tissue box nearby, passing her a couple so she could dry her eyes and cheeks. "Sorry," she stated quietly, "Just seeing you standing there, the one man I've relied on for what feels so long... I just needed to be held."
"Candice..." Her blue eyes looked up into mine. She looked different without her glasses, seeing her struggle to focus. Resting on the coffee table, I passed them over so she could slide them on her cute little nose. "There we are. Now..."
"Wait here. It's only one piece of evidence, but it's enough for me right now."
She disappeared into what I assumed was either their bedroom or bathroom, not missing that she was wearing quite a short silk robe that showed off her lovely legs. Sliding back onto the couch next to me, she handed me a small box. I felt my eyebrows raise as it was Viagra.
"Your father started having difficulties getting it up not long after we married. I get it, he's a lot older than I am, and men start having problems. The Viagra isn't the problem." She opened the box. "He got a big box. Sixty-four tablets. He's used forty-one of them. I know he hasn't used a single one with me because we haven't had sex in six months, and he only bought the Viagra five months ago. Before those six months, he could barely get it up and he refuses to do much else for me."
"Shit," I muttered.
"I don't know who he's fucking. I don't care. But he's either cheating on me or using the Viagra to jerk off. And I don't buy the second option."
"I'm sorry, Candice," I said, wrapping my arm around her, feeling her mould into my side.
"I don't know what to do, Mark. We've only been married a couple of years. I don't really have anywhere else to go. My parents live in a retirement village. My brother and sister both have families and can't put me up. I won't ask that of my friends."
"Can you get more evidence? Really put the screws in. In my eyes, this is enough, but one thing I've learned is that my father seems to be an accomplished liar." I sighed as I held her tighter. "I don't know how you're feeling, but it took a long time to forgive my father and learn to love him again after what he did to Mum. I won't forgive him again for hurting someone else I love."
"Thank you for saying you love me," she whispered.
"I'm going to call Mum for advice."
Her advice was simple for the moment. For Candice to get dressed and come to our home for dinner. She accepted immediately, disappearing to get dressed, wipe her face and make herself feel at least a little presentable. Holding her hand as we walked up to our front door, Mum was waiting for us, greeting her with a long hug as Candice had another little sob, Mum giving me the sort of look that suggested she wanted to kill her ex-husband.
After eating, I cleared up as Mum grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and led Candice into the living room. I stayed away though listened in as Candice got plenty off her chest, and it was obvious that she was deeply regretting the marriage.
"He hurt me, but he also hurt my son," my mother finally stated, "I never went looking for revenge at the time. I just had to pick up the pieces of my life and get on with it, mostly because I still had my son, and he was such a beacon of strength during those times. He has no idea how much just his hugs got me through some days."
"He really loves you," Candice said softly.
"More than you probably realise. Any man I now meet is compared to my son. No one comes close at all. And your husband? He's a fucking snake. I know exactly how he would have seduced you, got what he wanted, and now that he has you..."
"We were meant to start trying for a baby," Candice exclaimed, bursting into tears again.
I heard my mother sigh, glancing through the doorway to see her holding Candice. When she looked my way, I saw the anger and fury as tears ran down her cheeks. I knew this was bringing a lot of her own memories and emotions to the fore. The pair held each other in silence for a couple of minutes before Candice calmed down.
"That surprises me," Mum explained, "Because after we had Mark, he made it pretty clear that he didn't want children. But he never got the snip or anything saying birth control was my responsibility. I was tempted to fall pregnant again just to spite the prick, but I wasn't going to bring a child into the world in that sort of environment."
"Who did I marry, Madeline?"
"Putting it bluntly, you married a piece of shit in human form." Mum then took both of her hands. "Candice, I want you to do something for me. I'm going to help you. I never wanted revenge, but knowing he's done this again to someone as sweet as you..." Candice couldn't help blushing at the compliment. "Then that shows the sort of man he is. And I want to put the hurt on him for the both of us. We can't destroy his life, but I'd love to knock him down a peg or two at least."
"What are you thinking?"
"Leave it with me for now, sweetie. I've had more than one idea over the years of how I'd like to get back at the bastard for what he did to me, but it has to be done right, and if you want it to hurt, it had to be something that will destroy him in return."
"I just keep asking why, Madeline. What did I do wrong?"
"Absolutely nothing, sweetie. You're a beautiful young woman with obviously so much to offer. I know for a fact my son loves the time he spends in your company because you are so sweet and kind."
"I love it when he visits," Candice whispered, "He shows me more love and affection than my own husband." She sighed and shook her head. "I sometimes wonder if I married the wrong man in the family."
Mum glanced at me standing in the doorway. To my surprise, she smiled as I was honestly a little shocked at what Candice just admitted. I knew we were close, but did she actually fantasise about something else entirely? Had I missed any sort of affection shown that suggested something else? I was so in love with my mother that I would have missed the signs of any woman showing an interest unless she was naked, lying back on a bed, and had written about her pussy that I was to put my cock inside her.
Driving Candice home after they talked for a little longer, comparing stories of their married lives, I walked Candice up to her apartment to find my father had arrived home. Candice proved to be a rather good actress as she greeted him with a kiss and a smile. I found it a little more difficult as, to be honest, I wanted to knock his block off. I now understood the sort of man my father was. Once all this was sorted, I would find it difficult to restore any sort of relationship with him again.
Returning home, Mum snuggled into me once I joined her in bed. "I feel awful, Mum," I confessed, "Not only because of Candice but because I kept in touch with him after what he did to you."
"Never feel guilty for that, baby. What happened was mostly between me and him. I didn't want you to lose your father, no matter what. And in a way, it's good you didn't because now we're both here for Candice."
"I can't believe it, Mum. What sort of man... I'm just glad I'm not like him."
"Not at all, baby. You have a good heart. And I'm glad you're there for her. I can see how much she appreciates you. She loves you, baby."
"I love her too, Mum. How could I not?"
"I don't want you worrying about it for now, baby. Leave it with me. I was willing to let it all go after the divorce as doing anything simply wasn't worth it. No longer. I won't let him get away with it again."
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm not sure just yet. I'll think of something. The bastard deserves to pay for this. The one thing I want you to do is keep visiting Candice. Keep her company. Be there for her."
"I will, Mum."
"Good boy. Now, after all this, I really need my son right now. Can you do that for me, baby?"
"Think I'll say no to you, Mum."
Sliding inside her, I felt her legs wrap around me as we moved together. The gasps and moans she made were music to my ears. The way her pussy clutched my cock with each thrust sent shivers up my spine. We rarely started making love without foreplay, but sometimes, we just needed to be joined together in such a manner. I lasted quite a while, long enough for Mum to enjoy a couple of orgasms, before I finally groaned and came inside her. Feeling her caress my back and a kiss on my cheek, I remained inside her long enough that we resumed making love a little later.
"I love how hard you remain," she moaned as her hands rested on my shoulders, "Always hard for Mummy."
"The day I don't get hard for you, Mum, is the day rigour mortis has ended."
For the next couple of months, Candice played the role of dutiful wife, continuing her own career, while she was busy putting together any evidence she could of his infidelity. In addition to my visits, I knew Mum was speaking to her every so often, and it was nice that the pair were almost becoming friends. Not the nicest way to establish a friendship, but Candice was aware of what loomed on the horizon and the advice my mother offered was heartfelt. She was also a visitor to our home every so often, the pair sharing a bottle or two of wine and usually ending up crying together as I know my mother was exorcising her own demons at the same time.
Arriving home from work on a Tuesday evening, I was greeted at the front door by my mother wearing one of her favourite black silk robes that clung to her curves and showed off her legs. "Evening, baby," she stated, greeting me with one hell of a kiss, "Have a good day?"
"The fact I'm now getting home after you... Yeah, welcome to the world of employment."
"But you're enjoying it?"
"I love it." Running my hands down her back, I had to ask, "What's the occasion? You know I love the robe but love what's underneath even better."
"You're a naughty boy, wanting your mother in such a manner. If you must know, Candice is popping around for dinner tonight."
"Cool. I'll just get changed first. When's she getting here?"
"In a few minutes. She's gone home first."
I'd changed by the time Candice knocked on the door, surprised she had a small bag with her. Larger than a handbag, more like an overnight bag. Greeting her with a kiss, Mum did the same thing, before she asked if she could use the bathroom. Having been a frequent visitor, she knew where everything was. Mum finished serving up dinner as Candice walked out of the bathroom, wearing the same sort of black silk robe my mother had.
"Wow," I whispered as Candice simply smiled before sitting to my right as I was at the head of the table, "I didn't know you had one like that."
"I bought it a few days ago," she replied.
Mum placed a plate in front of me before leaning down to kiss me. And it was no ordinary kiss, the sort we'd only share in private or in front of very close friends, the sort who shared the same sort of relationship. When she pulled away, there was that smile of unconditional love I'd always seen with that added lust and desire since we'd started our intimate relationship. Clearing my throat, I then looked at Candice.
"I understand you and your mother are very close," she stated.
"Um... Yeah..." I replied with caution, Mum sitting down opposite Candice and to my left, glancing between the pair of them. "What's going on?"
"Eat your dinner, baby. I've got to make sure I look after my man," Mum replied.
"Thank you for the invite, Madeline. I've been feeling a little lonely lately."
"You're welcome, sweetie. And I know how much you love spending time with Mark."
"He's the one man putting a smile on my face right now."
I felt myself blush though understood her thoughts. Her parents lived in a retirement village a few hours up the coast. She only had a sister as a sibling, and they were not particularly close. I knew she'd been feeling rather isolated, so while I might not visit constantly, I certainly kept in touch through phone calls and messaging. And I had a feeling my mother and stepmother, always weird thinking of Candice with that title though it was factually correct, I had a feeling they were now rather good friends.
When I started smiling, Mum asked, "What?"
"I'm glad you two are friends."
"Not for the best of reasons considering we've had the same husband who is a philandering piece of shit, but we also share in common a love for a special young man," Candice explained.
Finishing dinner, Mum asked if I'd clean up and she needed to have a chat with Candice. I didn't miss the fact she grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, both women leaving a kiss on my cheek as I cleaned up as quickly as possible before grabbing a drink of my own, walking into the living room to find the two most important women in my life sitting side by side, legs curled underneath them, quietly discussing something that halted as soon as I appeared.
"Come sit between us, baby," Mum offered, "I think we need to talk about a few things."
Taking a seat between them, Mum's hand was immediately stroking my chest. Taking a sip of my drink, Mum wasn't shy as her hand moved down my body to my groin, and her touch still got me hard within a matter of a few seconds. Considering the shorts that I was wearing were not baggy, the erection that formed would have been obvious, making me gasp when she didn't hesitate to give it a gentle squeeze.
"Mum... What's going on?" I had to ask, "I'm not stupid, I've got an idea that you two are concocting some sort of plan..."
Mum giggled as she stood up and undid the tie of her robe, exposing her naked body. I couldn't stop the smile that formed. I smiled every single time I saw her naked. It would never not be a thrill. She'd barely put on any weight into her early forties. The one change is that she'd allowed the hair above her pussy to get slightly longer. I loved it.
Helping off my t-shirt, she straddled my lap and moaned softly as she rested on my erection. "Candice knows, baby," she whispered, "I had to tell her because I didn't want secrets between the three of us."
"And you didn't freak out?" I had to ask Candice.
"I thought it was weird at first. Very weird. I mean, how many young men would actually be intimate with their mother?" she asked in return, "But once your mother sat me down a couple of times and explained everything that went on, and how close you've always been... I started to understand and hear how your mother talks about you, and I've heard how you talk about her for years by now..."
Mum kissed me softly before she continued. "I know how much you love me, baby. I know how committed you are to me too. Which is why this request is going to be difficult. But can you be honest with me about one thing? How much do you love Candice?"
Glancing at her had her blushing as I think she already knew. "Mum, I love her more than my father does, I know that much," I replied softly, earning a soft kiss on the cheek from my stepmother, "I hate that he's hurt the two most important women in my life.
"Your father has hurt us both tremendously, baby," Mum added, "I never thought about revenge when he hurt me so badly. I just wanted the marriage over and to move on with my life. But the fact he's now doing it again to a young woman again... Something must be done about it. He can't get away with it again. And that's where you come in."
I felt Candice shuffle closer and another soft kiss on my cheek. "Do you find me attractive?" she asked softly.
"You know I think you're beautiful," I replied, "Never been shy about looking you up and down every single time I visit and I've taken note of the fact you dress up more, a little make-up, more flirting... Those touches a woman places on a man that shows her interest."
Mum slid off my lap and put her fingers in the top of my shorts. Lifting myself up, she pulled them down slowly to expose my cock. Candice gasped as she'd never seen me naked before, Mum's eyes lighting up as they always did as she saw me naked. Once I was as naked as she was, her fingers gently grasped my cock as she slowly started to stroke me.
"Impressive, isn't it, Candice?"
"So much bigger than his father... How does it feel, Madeline?"
"When he slides inside me, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the love we share." Her eyes gazed up into mine again. "Mark, what you need to do for us is a favour for me and something I know Candice needs, and it will be a way for both of us to get back at your father."
"You want me to be intimate with Candice, Mum. I'm not stupid," I said with humour.
"Can you do that for me, baby?"
"Are you sure it won't affect our relationship, Mum?"
"It won't, because there are details to this. We can never get married, baby. And though I would have loved a child with you, I just couldn't take that risk. With Candice... I can possibly see my son being married to a woman he loves. And if I can't be a mother again, I can at least have the chance at being a grandmother."
That had my eyes widening in surprise as Candice stood up and lowered her robe, exposing her naked body to me for the first time. I think I nearly drooled as her C-cup breasts were perfect, her body lovely and toned, and the fact she was smooth between her legs wasn't a real surprise. Lowering herself to her knees next to my mother, both smiled lovingly up at me.
"I want a baby, Mark," Candice said softly, "But I will not have a baby with your father. I do want a baby with you. Your mother has made an incredible offer to me and for you. Hand on heart, do you want to be a father?"
I glanced at my mother, her smile not wavering. "It's okay, baby. Be honest."
"Yes, I'd love to be a father. I know I'm still a little young..."
"I was twenty when I had you, baby. You're more than old enough to start a family."
"Do you love me enough to marry me after I divorce your father?" Candice asked, not missing the hopeful tone.
That had me glancing at my mother again. "You own my heart, baby. I'm your wife at heart. But it can never be legal. With Candice, I get to see my son marry a beautiful woman that I know he loves nearly as much as his mother. And once you are intimate with Candice and start a family, you will have at least three people in your life you love. Your mother, your wife and your child."
"You want to marry me?" I asked Candice.
"I remember I said that I married the wrong man, that his son is a better man." She took a deep breath. "And I've fallen in love with you over these past few months," she whispered, "I feel awful about it..."
Mum kissed her cheek. "Never feel ashamed for falling in love with my son."
"What do you want me to do?" I had to ask.
"Right now, you're going to make love to both of us, baby." That made my cock lurch which made them giggle. "Candice wants your first time being intimate with me present because this will be our future. Candice is not on birth control so she will hopefully fall pregnant quickly. She will announce her pregnancy, and it will be interesting to see if your father puts together the fact they haven't had sex in months. She will give birth and then have a DNA test to prove he actually isn't the father."
"I've asked at least once a week about a baby," Candice stated, "There is no missing the excitement he feels about having a child. That can't be faked. To take that away from him would be my revenge on him."
"Part of me is also thinking of the future, baby," Mum added, "I'm twenty years older than you. I'm possibly less than a decade from menopause, and I've read how that can affect my body. I want you to have a family. I want you to get married. And I want the three of us to live together in the future as I would love Candice to join us, and for our home to once again be filled with the presence of children."
"You've both given this a lot of thought."
"We've talked about this for months, baby. I didn't want to give you too long to think about this because this is what we both truly want. I've always been in love with you. Candice cannot deny her feelings for you any longer. And I now also consider Candice a very close friend, I can't not share you with her."
"Do you want to be intimate with me, Mark?" Candice asked, barely above a whisper, as I knew she was nervous.
Offering my hand, she lifted herself up onto my lap and we shared our first proper kiss. When she whimpered as I stroked her back, and I felt the warmth of her pussy against my cock, it took all my self-control not to just slide it inside her.
"She's gone months without sex, baby," Mum added, feeling her hand around my cock again, "She needs the works this first time."
"Your mother has waxed lyrical about how you lick her pussy," Candice added as she gazed at me.
"Candice... I've thought about doing it so often when I visited..."
"Baby, let's go to the bedroom as you two need to admit how you feel and make love. Then after you've joined together, she's going to watch mother and son make love too. That will seal the agreement, and soon enough, she will join us permanently with your child."
Led to the bedroom by my mother with her hand around my cock, I felt even harder as the pair of them were up on the bed side by side, their legs spread. Mum didn't hesitate in starting to masturbate as Candice spread her legs as I gazed up and down her body.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I whispered.
"Your father never looks at me like you do," she replied, "I should never have married him. Or on our wedding day, I should have stopped it and replaced him with you."
Giving her entire body attention was something I'd imagined doing for a long time now. Whether there'd always been attraction between us in both ways was something I probably couldn't answer, but I hadn't been oblivious to how close we'd grown not long after she'd married my father. I could understand her regret as I knew of her misgivings even before getting married. Perhaps she'd hoped things would get better.
"Don't feel guilty about this," Mum told both of us, "Everything that is going to happen, your father deserves. People will judge. Let them."
After showering her breasts with attention, Candice moaned softly as she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot, I had to kiss down her body and finally taste her for the first time. She spread her legs wider as I savoured the scent of her pussy before tasting her. I groaned with delight as she released a whimper. What I didn't expect to see as I looked up was my mother leaving a soft kiss on her lips.
"Enjoy my son, sweetie," Mum said softly, "I want you two to be as happy together as I am with him."
"Thank you, Madeline."
"You're welcome, sweetie. But I'm going to thank you when I'm at the hospital when you give my son his first child and me my first grandchild." Candice moaned loudly, hearing Mum chuckle as the body of my stepmother started to grind against my tongue. "Good, isn't he?" Mum asked with humour.
"Brian barely ever licked my pussy..." Candice groaned, "And when he did, it was never this good."
"Eat her pussy," Mum told me, "Make her cum. Make your stepmother cum."
"So naughty when calling me that when he's licking me," Candice giggled.
"Wait until you see us being intimate," Mum replied.
"I can't wait. I know it's going to be beautiful."
Candice couldn't stop herself from sobbing when the first orgasm tore through her body, Mum cuddling closer, holding her in her arms as both of them told me not to stop. "I love your son," she cried softly, "I love him so much, Madeline."
Mum kissed her forehead, being rather motherly in a way, as she watched her son and I think one of her new best friends be intimate. Relying solely on my tongue to pleasure Candice, I used my right hand to feel up my mother, making her moan softly as she was dropping wet, and when I slid a pair of fingers inside her, she couldn't help moaning.
"Baby..."
Candice enjoyed another orgasm before she asked me to stop as she wanted to make love. Kissing up her body, I leaned over to kiss my mother at the same time, both women gazing up at me with so much love that I couldn't stop myself from smiling. "Yes, it's a fantasy, but I love you both so much," I stated.
"Prove it by making love to Candice, baby."
Sliding inside her for the first time, I groaned loudly as she felt so tight, that it was almost unbelievable. I felt her fingers dig into my back almost immediately, her legs bent back and resting against my torso as we shared an incredible kiss. Once I was buried inside her, she couldn't hold back another whimper as I started to move and she wasn't shy in meeting my thrusts.
"How does he feel?" Mum asked.
"So good, Madeline," Candice replied, her eyes only for me, "My god, I'm going to love this going forward."
"I'm almost ready to tell you to leave him now and move in."
"Not yet. I want to be pregnant and have him think it's his." That earned me a kiss as she grabbed the back of my head. "Fuck me, handsome. Put a baby in me. Our baby."
"Do it, baby," Mum practically cheered on, "Fill her pussy. Fill her womb. Create the life the three of us want. I want her to be a mummy. I want you to be a daddy."
Moving in unison, I was amazed at how making love with Candice felt completely natural. We moulded together perfectly, and having my mother there simply increased the feeling that this was how things should be. As for Candice, from the look in her eyes, there was absolutely no regret, only her love for me, and when I felt her legs wrap around my hips, I knew what she wanted me to do.
Having not had sex in months, I didn't want to hurt her, not that I thought I would, but as I felt my orgasm approaching, I really started to pump her harder and harder. All she did was urge me on to really fuck her, my mother doing the same thing, until I buried my cock and felt spurt after spurt of cum fill my stepmother. With my head next to hers on the pillow, feeling her fingers caress my back, I wasn't surprised when I heard her start to cry.
"I love you," she whispered, "I love you, Mark."
"I love you too, Candice."
"And I love you both," Mum added, "I love you, Candice, because you're going to be my daughter-in-law and the mother to my grandchildren."
"Would you ever... You know..."
That had me lift my head up as I knew what Candice was insinuating. My mother was blushing slightly though shook her head. "If there was any woman that I wanted to do that with... I experimented like a lot of young women do when I was younger, but I'll have to decline, sweetie. From this moment, we both belong to my son."
"I definitely want to see you two make love now."
Mum had me lie back and I was surprised she took my cock in her mouth considering it had just been inside Candice. Mum spun her lower body around so I could pleasure her at the same time, and she was so wet, that watching us make love must have been even more arousing than perhaps even she thought. Enjoying an orgasm within barely a couple of minutes, Mum quickly spun around and sank herself down on my cock, smiling together as she slowly started to rock her body.
"Oh god, baby. Such a big cock for Mummy to enjoy," she moaned softly, leaning down to kiss me, "You like Mummy's pussy?"
"Always love my mother's pussy. You like your son's cock?"
"Best in the world, baby. All Mummys should be enjoying their sons like this."
Mum fell silent as she enjoyed herself like she did nearly every night. Our love life had not diminished at all since it started. We made love nearly every single night, but more importantly, we kept the romance going. It was never just going to be a sexual relationship, but we had truly lived as husband and wife for years by now. Mum loved making out while we made love, resting her forehead against mine as I bent my legs as I felt my cock slide all the way inside her each time she lowered herself.
"This is so beautiful," Candice whispered, "I understand now, Madeline."
Mum sometimes couldn't contain her emotions when we made love. She'd never been shy in showing me exactly what she was feeling. And hearing that from Candice had tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'll invite my friends over soon, sweetie. You need to meet them too."
Enjoying another orgasm, Mum was never satisfied with just one when my cock was inside her. What surprised me was when she slid off me and positioned herself over Candice. I knew what she wanted, getting behind her as I slid my cock nice and deep again, Mum groaning as I started to pump her immediately.
"You are a beautiful young woman, Candice..."
"I've experimented with women too," she admitted.
Mum chuckled as I'll admit the idea of the two getting intimate was arousing. "I think he loves the idea of us two perhaps fooling around." Mum glanced back and smiled. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mummy nice and hard. I need to feel you cum deep inside me."
Leaning forward and almost mounting her, I really started to drive my cock harder into her, earning more than one groan of satisfaction. She eventually leaned her head down to rest next to Candice, the pair eventually turning their heads and sharing another soft kiss. "I'm going to give your son babies, Madeline," Candice whispered, "I would love to be part of your family."
"You'll wear his ring as his wife."
"And you'll wear his ring because his heart also belongs to you."
Groaning as I came inside my mother, I pulled out and she relaxed on her side next to Candice, making me chuckle as I slid back inside her. "Can't get enough of my pussy, handsome?" she asked.
"I'm going to last longer now than I just came inside my mother..."
Candice shuddered underneath me. "Fuck, that shouldn't sound so hot..."
Smirking, I leaned down closer to her ear. "What? You love the thought that I just came really hard inside Mummy..."
That made her whimper, glancing at Mum who had a smile on her face. "I think Candice found it more of a turn-on than she thought," she added.
Candice wrapped her legs around my hips again. "I want to be part of your lives," she moaned softly, "I can't wait until I can live with you both."
"Me too, sweetie," Mum stated, "I want us to be happy together. I promise you two and also myself that we will make this work."
Falling asleep later with my mother to one side and stepmother to the other, I knew my life had changed that night. The relationship with my mother would always be the constant, but with Candice and I now confessing our love for each other, and sealing that love by being intimate, I knew that as soon as she divorced my father, I would propose, and we'd marry as I was hopeful that she would either be pregnant with our child or already given birth.
I felt no guilt about doing this to him. I'd never felt the same sort of love for him after what he admitted to doing to my mother, and though I had found it in my heart to forgive him, I'd never forgotten. But the fact Candice had further evidence that he was now doing the same to her, I had no problem taking his wife from him. I knew many would consider me no better than him considering I was now being intimate with his wife, but looking back, I should have prevented the marriage from ever happening. Candice had expressed doubts and reservations numerous times. I'd simply considered myself too young to be giving that sort of advice.
Waking up the next morning, I was greeted by the sight of a woman to either side of me running their tongues and mouths up and down my shaft before they took turns pleasuring me. When I was ready to cum, Mum made sure it was Candice who received my cum, but what made my cock lurch was the fact the pair shared one hell of a kiss and it was obvious they were sharing it.
"Want to pleasure us at once, baby?" Mum wondered. The snort I released made them both laugh as they knew it was an ultimate fantasy for a lot of men. "Candice, you get on his cock. We need to have him cum in you all the time, particularly when you're fertile so you're with child as quickly as possible. I'm going to enjoy his tongue."
Groaning as I felt the tight warmth of Candice's pussy once again, Mum happily lowered her pussy onto my face, wrapping a hand around each thigh, as I devoured her as I always did. Candice thoroughly enjoyed herself at the same time, her pussy gripping me ever so tightly as I knew she was ever so aroused. As for Mum, I made her cum rather quickly, and left thinking she'd woken up hornier than usual. Mum enjoyed a couple of orgasms before sliding off my face, lying next to us as Candice leaned forward to kiss me as I started to move with her body, pumping up into her.
"Fill my pussy," she whimpered, "I want our baby, honey."
"I can't wait to have a child with you, Candice. If I can't have one with my mother..."
"I should have been with you. We could have been together, married, had a baby already..."
"Better late than never, sweetheart," Mum stated, "And now that my son is a little older, a little more mature, I'm confident he can handle this arrangement too."
After filling Candice again, Mum surprised me by happily cleaning me up before announcing we should probably shower and get ready for the day. Showering with the pair of them had my cock remaining hard as both took great delight in washing me, particularly my cock. When I returned the favour, Candice and I lovingly washed my mother, but when it came to Mum and I washing Candice, I didn't miss my mother gently stroking her pussy when cleaning her. Candice gasped as I knew my mother was thinking about something.
"Mum, if you want to, I'll never be jealous..."
"It's difficult, baby. I want you to be with her... But there's part of me that is attracted. It's something we've talked about in passing, enjoying another woman, but I thought it would only ever be fantasy... Now that Candice is here..."
"I'll only do it with your son present, Madeline."
"Agreed," Mum stated immediately, "We will be a true threesome. Mother, son and stepmother, soon to be his wife." Candice burst into tears, Mum turning her to ensure I hugged her. "Those are happy tears, baby," Mum assured me, "She wants to be your wife so badly."
"You do?" I asked.
"I love you so much," she admitted, "I have no love for your father any longer."
Arriving home from work that night, I hadn't gone to visit Candice as she was having dinner with us again. And Mum must have been thinking about it all day as I sat at the dinner table with Mum and Candice to either side of me.
"She's leaving your father as soon as she's pregnant," Mum told me, "She's moving in with us. She's going to suggest he's the father, gauge his reaction, then confront him with all the evidence and move out. She's going to start moving out her things over the next few weeks until confirming she's pregnant."
"When's your most fertile period?" I had to ask.
"Next week," she replied, "Your mother has ensured I will be here each day so we can have as much sex as possible. I really want our baby."
"Part of me can't believe we're doing this," I said softly.
Mum took my hand. "It's understandable to be nervous considering this isn't particularly ordinary, but it will work, baby. I promise you."
"When I know I'm ready, we'll make love every morning and evening," Candice explained, "The more sex we have, the better chance I have of falling pregnant. Just fill me with as much of your cum as possible."
"And Dad has no idea any of this is going on?" I asked.
Candice snorted with derision. "Please, he has no fucking idea what's going on as he's too busy with his affair partners."
Partners. Plural. Candice had ensured she had all her ducks in a row. Dad was busy fucking a few women from his office with promises of raises and promotions. She'd done some digging and dear old Daddy had been purchasing Viagra by the truckload. She was of the opinion that he almost wanted to be caught. I was left wondering why he even bothered marrying Candice. He'd shown next to no interest in her for months, if not over a year. I was left wondering if he'd realised that they'd gone so long without having sex. If he was smart, he'd easily figure out she was having fun of her own.
I looked forward to seeing his face when he realised that it was his own son who had knocked up his wife. And given what he'd done to my mother and now to my stepmother, I would feel not an ounce of guilt. I had no love for the man any longer and would not be sad to see our relationship over. He'd barely been a father for years anyway.
Candice practically moved in the very next week, and I had two women doing their best to wear me out. I'd wake up and I'd make love to Candice before pleasuring my mother. Mum never got out of bed before enjoying at least one orgasm. We'd showered and got ready for the day, enjoying breakfast before heading out the door. My phone would beep constantly with messages and selfies from them. Arriving home, I'd be greeted by two beautiful, smiling women, the three of us completing the daily chores quickly, and eating dinner together before relaxing for the evening.
Mum practically ordered me to cum inside Candice at least twice each night. But she wasn't ignored as I'd pleasure them both with my mouth first before making love to Candice. I was grateful for still being young, horny and constantly hard as I always had enough energy left to ensure I made love to my mother before the three of us snuggled together.
"I wonder if he even realises that you're not there," I had to ask at the end of that week together.
"The fact he's barely called or messaged tells me he's not even making it home."
"How long's that been happening?"
"More frequent over the past few months, but you know he's always away for conferences and business meetings. It's obvious he's taking off to go fuck one of his mistresses."
I don't think me or my mother liked the idea of Candice going home to the empty apartment, but she insisted that it was best to keep up appearances until she was pregnant. I knew even Mum was missing her presence occasionally when we'd make love in bed. We were making love one evening a few days later, having just cum inside her and my cock remaining buried as always, sharing a number of soft kisses when she sighed.
"I wish Candice was here with us, baby... Do you miss her?"
"Yeah, I do."
"So do I. I love having her here. I love watching you make love. She's so in love with you, baby. I can't wait until she's pregnant with your child."
"That idea really arouses you, doesn't it?"
"God yes. I know you're going to have more than one child. A virile young man like yourself, and she's told me that she'd gone to the doctor to make sure everything is okay. You're definitely going to impregnate her, baby." I started moving as she chuckled. "Does that idea turn you on, baby? Knocking up your stepmother?"
"I'd love to knock you up too, Mum," I growled.
"I know, baby. I would have loved a baby with my son. But you're going to give me such a precious gift by giving me a grandchild. And my son will always be in my bed regardless..."
"And Candice?"
"Baby, as soon as she moves in, you have two wives. Candice will be your legal wife, and I will be your mother-wife."
"I'll buy you both a ring. The day I propose to Candice is the day I do the same for you."
That made her eyes glisten as we shared a passionate kiss. "Candice promised me that I'd be her Maid of Honour," she whispered, "I'll be by her side when you exchange vows. I'll be mouthing them at the same time."
The next time Candice visited for a week as we continued trying for a child, Mum had already had enough by then and asked Candice if she was ready to move in pretty much permanently. That led to lots of crying from the pair of them, Candice hugging my mother tightly, thanking her profusely for loving her so much in return.
Helping Candice pack up most of her things, we left just enough at the apartment to suggest she hadn't just walked out on my father. I wouldn't have cared either way, it would make starting the divorce process easier as we started changing all her documentation to stating her residence was with us.
And then I needed to have some fun of my own. Calling my father one evening, he seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. Before all this started, I might have felt some guilt. Now I could only sit feeling rather smug as Candice and Mum snuggled into either side of me. I asked if he would be willing to meet for a drink on the weekend. He accepted the offer, suggesting a pub that was close to his apartment.
Sitting down with him at a table on Saturday, I couldn't help wondering what the women he was sleeping with did see in him. He was starting to show his age. Thinning hair. A definite gut on him after he'd once been so fit. He was looking rather pale and, putting it bluntly, older than he was. And given that I had two women admitting that he wasn't endowed, had trouble getting it up, and was a selfish lover, it must only be other things he could offer that led to women sleeping with him.
"So how are things at home?" I finally asked after we made the usual small talk.
"Oh, you know how it is. I know I'm busy, but Candice tells me she keeps herself busy."
"She told me you're trying for a family?"
The man tried and failed not to look smug. "There's life in these old bones. I know I'm a little old to be having a baby, but it's what Candice wants."
"She tells me you are quite busy."
"I know she's home alone quite a bit, but she knew that when marrying me. I've been promoted again, and she enjoys the benefits of my salary. She could stop working if she wanted, but I know she enjoys her job. When she has our child, I'm hoping she'll be a stay-at-home mother."
Ah, so that was his plan. Have his child, keep her isolated, and control the finances. He'd hold the power. I managed to keep my face blank as I felt nothing but a wave of disgust at the man that I called my father. Part of me felt like suggesting I knew he was playing away from home, but I honestly didn't feel like wasting my breath. Instead, I felt my own wave of smugness as a simple phrase floated through my mind.
I'd made my father a cuckold. And he completely deserved it.
Arriving home later that afternoon, I explained the conversation to Candice and what I thought was his idea for her once she had their child. The idea pissed her off enough that I was dragged to the bedroom, stripped naked and laid back as she mounted me and fucked herself silly on my cock.
"I can't wait to throw a DNA test in his face to show he's not the father," she growled, slamming her pussy down over and over again, "His own son has knocked up his wife. Then you're going to marry his wife."
Candice rarely returned to the apartment after that, only doing so on a weekend or when she knew he'd be coming home. She let me know that my father made no attempt to sleep with her, and she would have turned him down. My father seemed to have enough sex on the side that he was confused about sleeping with his wife as he messaged her every so often, wondering if she had any news.
Four months after we started trying, I returned home from work to a tight hug from my mother as she cried. I immediately thought it was bad news as she sobbed against my chest, holding her tightly and unable to find words. She finally leaned back and left one hell of a kiss on my lips before leading me into the living room where I found Candice waiting for me. She was crying too as she ran towards me, sharing a passionate kiss with her before she handed me something.
I wasn't stupid as I knew exactly what it was within a couple of seconds. "You're going to be a daddy," she whispered, "I took a test a few days ago and immediately went to the doctor. She confirmed it. I'm around nine weeks along."
"When will you tell Dad?"
"In a few weeks. I'll send him a few messages about the great nights we've had. His head is in the clouds when it comes to us. He has no idea we haven't had sex in a year. I think he's having so much sex with his mistresses he literally gets us all confused."
"I can't believe he has more than a couple of women who want to fuck him..."
"I don't know what I ever... No, I know it wasn't the physical, or at least it isn't now. He's really let himself go since we got married. At the time, he charmed my pants off and, I'll admit, turned my head by what he could offer me."
The three of us celebrated the wonderful news by heading to bed early that night, Candice wanting to watch my mother and I make love most of the time, making us laugh as she suggested that she was already knocked up and that her pussy could do with a break considering we'd been fucking like rabbits for months by now. Making love with my mother in front of Candice always involved her in some way nowadays, whether I'd kiss her, Mum would kiss her, or Candice would run her fingers over her body.
We still hadn't had the sort of threesome where they pleasured each other, but they had no problem kissing each other, and I knew they'd give into temptation eventually. The moment they did would completely seal the arrangement. I figured it would have to be Candice to give my mother that little push.
Candice did return to the apartment though only when my father called when arriving home, asking where she was. She didn't have sex with him though did have to share the same bed. Asking how she got away without having sex but making him think they did, she told me that she'd wake up in the morning and claim her pussy was sore after he woke up and fucked her in the night. She went so far as to make it look like she had been well fucked though that was after using her dildo and applying stuff that looked like cum to her pussy and thighs.
My father bought it, hook, line and sinker. And from what she'd told me, it was something she'd been doing for months.
She also met Mum's friends and they accepted her immediately. I loved sitting in and listening to the discussions as I know I couldn't help looking smug, and the adoration the other three sons gazed at their mothers with, I knew all four of us were living the dream. The four of us had started meeting up, and although we didn't talk in depth about our sex lives, we couldn't help talking about certain things as it was obvious how much the four of us were in love.
"Lucky bastard you've got your stepmother too," Daniel joked, "I have a stepmother. She's a fifty-year-old woman, fifty kilos overweight and a face only my father could love."
"My stepmother is so devoted to my father, I don't think she knows I exist," Adam added, "Not that I'd do anything with her anyway."
"Adam, I didn't think you realise other women exist," Daniel retorted.
"In my eyes, they don't. I mean, I know your mothers are women, but why would I even look elsewhere when I have Mum?"
All eyes glanced at James. "My mother would kill me if I would suggest anything with my stepmother," he stated, "And if I suggested another woman, she'd probably cut my balls off then fuck the other woman while I couldn't touch her. Teach me some sort of lesson."
"That mother knows best," I stated, "Trust me, I know I'm a very lucky man, and it was my mother who suggested this arrangement. She wants to see me get married. She wants to ensure I can be a father."
"I know your mother was worried, but Mum is suggesting we start trying," Daniel stated, that smile on his face that suggested he loved the idea, "We've done a lot of research. Probably seen the same things your mother did, Mark. But Mum is willing to take the risk."
"Hope it goes well, mate."
"I'm not sure I could handle being a father," Adam admitted, "Mum and I are happy together. That's the most important thing."
"And your father? Does he have a clue?" Daniel wondered.
"The man is clueless. Candice is playing a great deceptive game. She's going to tell him soon about the pregnancy, make sure he can't line up the dates. She's going to wait until she's six months in before giving him both barrels. The news that she knows all about his affairs. My father will think he's going to be on the hook for eighteen years of child support. We'll have a paternity test done at the hospital which will show I'm the father."
"Damn, you hate your father now?" James asked.
"I don't hate him, I just feel no love for him any longer. What he's done to those two women... I thought after what happened with Mum that he would have changed. He's only gotten worse."
I received a tearful phone call the day Candice told my father she was leaving him. I was waiting nearby, not that I thought my father would get violent, but I'd promised to help her 'move out'. My father would surely notice she was barely taking anything. Walking into their apartment, my father actually looked crestfallen, taking notice of my arrival but barely saying a word as I helped carry a few things down to my ute.
"You're a bastard, Brian, and you'll get yours soon enough," Candice warned. I almost smirked as he had no real idea what she meant. We lived in a no-fault country. Taking revenge during a divorce just didn't happen.
I escorted Candice out of the apartment without a word, taking her hand once we were outside, and we shared one hell of a passionate kiss once we were in my ute, my hand resting on her swelling belly. "Your daughter is ever so eager to meet you," she whispered.
Yes, we were having a little girl. When we found out, I happily admitted to ugly crying as the idea of having a daughter thrilled me. Mum was the same when we walked out of the examination room and told her, thrilled by the idea of being able to dote on a granddaughter. She'd admitted more than once that she'd have loved to give me a sister as a sibling.
With Candice now with us permanently, my father not really showing any interest as to where she was moving to, I now had two very horny women to deal with. Mum's libido was off the scale by now, while Candice went through bouts of not wanting me to touch her, and in the next moment she'd be sucking my cock like it was going out of fashion before needing me to spend hours just pounding her into the mattress.
But she was absolutely radiant at the same time. There are just some women who are radiant when pregnant and Candice was one of them. What helped is that my mother had been through it all before, and the pair made a real team when it came to preparing for the arrival of our daughter.
I cut contact with my father once Candice was living with us full-time. He probably didn't realise, and Candice ensured he was blocked from communicating with her directly, instructing him that any and all communication was to go through her lawyer. The same lawyer my mother used during their divorce. They were not always necessary in a divorce, but given the bombshell we were going to drop, she thought it best to protect herself.
Candice was in hospital just before her due date as we wanted to make sure everything was okay. My father was there, still believing he was the father. What amused me was that before she went into labour, she called in a nurse and indicated that she wanted a DNA test completed after giving birth. That was the first time my father had an inkling something was awry.
What had my father really confused was the fact my mother was at the hospital. Me being there wasn't a problem as he knew how close I was with Candice. He would soon realise how close but seeing my mother had him figuratively scratching his head. When Candice requested that it was my mother to be in the delivery room with her, my father had more than one question for me. I just shrugged and suggested they'd become friendly.
Once the baby was born, my father was escorted to a room to take a sample for a DNA test. While he was away, another nurse approached with a smile on her face. "Come this way, Daddy," she said softly, "Candice explained everything. We see all sorts of strange things here. I'll just need a couple of things and we can get this all sorted out rather quickly."
"How long will it take for the results to come back?"
"For something like this? We make sure it's completed within two days. We'll hold off having the father's name placed on the birth certificate until paternity is established."
"And you know I'm the father because...?"
"Candice has been very honest about the situation. Can't say I completely agree with how you've gone about this, but if she isn't lying about what he's been doing..."
"My father is a cheating bastard. He did the same thing to my mother."
"Well, knowing his daughter isn't actually his is a way to bring a man down." She paused and looked at me. "Your own father?"
"I can forgive it once. Mum's never forgiven him. I won't forgive him again for hurting another woman I love."
To my surprise, my father visited the hospital each day, arriving when my mother and I were there during visiting hours. I'll admit Candice was probably a little bit cruel when allowing him to hold her, but to say her heart was filled with hate when it came to the man isn't underselling it. My mother hated him just as much as she was seeing another woman going through what she'd endured.
The hospital called me at work to notify me when the paternity results were returned. Heading there after work, we were gathered together with Candice as she was still recovering from giving birth, my mother and I to one side, and my father sat down in a chair to the other. He suddenly looked a lot older as he knew something was off.
The doctor cleared her throat before announcing the paternity of little Charlotte Louise Marsh. My father was not the father. The doctor then looked at me and tried her best not to smile when announcing I was the father of our daughter.
My father gazed at me, jaw dropped and looking absolutely crestfallen. He somehow managed to lift himself up out of his chair, turning his eyes to Candice. "My son?" he whispered, "You've been sleeping with my son?"
"I should have never married you, Brian. I married the wrong Marsh man. When our divorce is complete, I will be marrying the father of my daughter."
"But you... You..."
"You've cheated on me nearly our entire relationship. Want me to name every single woman I know you've been fucking?"
The doctor cleared her throat, handed me the test results, and told Candice she would be back later with the paperwork so I could sign the birth certificate. As soon as she left, Candice unloaded on my father. To say he suddenly seemed very small and old... Without a word of retort, he turned and staggered out of the room. I didn't see him again until the day in court when the divorce was finalised.
"Now it's time, honey," Candice stated. I'd refrained from holding her until my fatherhood was confirmed. Taking her in my arms for the first time, my mother had her camera out as I couldn't hold back the tears. She was so beautiful. I fell in love immediately. I now had three women in my life that I loved with all my heart. "That's your daughter, honey," Candice added softly, "And I promise you that she won't be our only child together."
"She definitely needs a little brother or sister."
"Once I'm capable, we'll start trying straight away. But remember you can't forget your mother too. She'll definitely be taking up my part while I'm busy recovering from giving birth."
"I'm sure I can handle it, sweetheart," Mum assured us both.
Taking her home did lead to changes in our lives. Of course it did. But I threw myself into it with gusto. Nighttime feeds? Did it. Changing nappies? Did it. Getting up just to cuddle her as she cried? I loved every moment. Just keeping my precious little gift alive and breathing? I loved just watching her blue eyes gazing up at me, wondering who the big ugly man was.
Candice was a natural mother, that maternal instinct so many women seemed to have. My mother loved having another baby in the house, and she loved being the doting grandmother. She insisted that I start taking Candice out for dates once she had recovered as she wanted time to bond with her granddaughter once the time was right.
We were all there at the time she took her first steps. We were all there as we heard her first word. She added such joy to our lives that Candice and I didn't hesitate to try for another child as soon as we thought it was a good idea. Mum was supportive and wanted us to have at least two or three more. And she was there every single time Candice and I made love.
The divorce went through easily. I was there by her side as the magistrate made the divorce official. Candice was already wearing my engagement ring on the day. So was my mother. Gathering outside, my father approached us cautiously. Holding Candice by the hand, Mum holding her other one, my father only had eyes for me.
"Why?" he finally asked.
"I should never have forgiven you for what you did to Mum, Brian." The fact I used his name instead of 'Dad' was on purpose. "It was Mum who insisted I have a relationship with you. I would have gladly washed my hands after you broke her heart. But what you did to Candice was worse. Were you ever faithful to her?"
"It was all my idea," Mum added, much to the surprise of my father, "You're a bastard, Brian Marsh. You broke my heart, ruined our marriage, and then you turned your sights on Candice and tried doing the same to her. I loved the idea of our own son making you his unknowing cuckold. Thing is, he's now got what you wanted. The beautiful fiancée who will soon be his wife. A beautiful daughter and hopefully another child on the way soon enough. There'll be a wedding in a couple of months. I'll watch my son married to his love, and we'll become a family."
"You might have kept the material things today, Brian," I added, "But you've lost what's really important. Outsmarted by your ex-wives and own son."
Turning away, we walked out of the courthouse without looking back. That was the last time I saw my father alive.
*****
Epilogue (Candice)
Gazing at my husband as he's surrounded by our three beautiful daughters, I can see how in love they are with him. I don't blame them as he is the centre of their universe. He's a magnificent father, husband, son... A wonderful man.
Charlotte is now eighteen and a beauty in her own right. Although our firstborn, my husband has never had favourites, or done his best not to show it, but there has always been that special bond the pair have shared ever since he held her for the first time in his arms. Watching her grow up from the precocious little girl into the young woman she is now fills the three of us with pride.
We were married before the arrival of our second daughter. It was a beautiful day. A simple ceremony. Madeline was my Maid of Honour. My parents did fly down from further up the coast, and I had to explain the whole story. They were surprised, but once they met with Mark a few times, they adopted him almost like their own son. My relationship with my sister is better nowadays and she was a bridesmaid as well and has since become a wonderful auntie to our three children.
Madeline's friends and sons were all invited too. It was amusing to watch the mother and son dance and not miss the arousal on Madeline's face. When they were about to disappear, I walked over towards her, whispered for her to have fun, and they were gone for at least half an hour. When the pair returned, she handed me her incredibly damp panties and told me her son's cum was currently dribbling down her thighs.
I promised to clean her up later. Yes, we'd started having sex by this stage, finally giving into temptation, but we never had sex without Mark. He was our centre, but he loved watching two of the women he loved most enjoying each other while his cock was buried in one of us. I particularly loved hearing Madeline moan when he was fucking her arse. I'd always been unsure about anal, but seeing his big cock disappear into her tight little arsehole intrigued me.
I gave birth to our second daughter six months after we married, christening her Christine Candice Marsh. Mark has joked more than once about the fact our daughters share the same first letter. I didn't even realise we were doing it until he pointed it out.
Our youngest daughter was born merely eighteen months later, christening her Chloe Madeline Marsh. When we told his mother that our youngest would carry her name, she openly wept, clutching her son tightly, and I knew that she took him home and rode him ragged that night while I nursed our child in the hospital. I certainly didn't mind as I understood Madeline needed her son to herself at times.
While motherhood came naturally to me, and I loved being a stay-at-home mother until our children were all in school, Mark was such a natural as a father, particularly doting on three little girls, I often found myself sitting or standing nearby with tear-streaked cheeks. There is a wall in the hallway of our home covered in photos of him and his daughters. Nothing was too much for him when it came to making them happy.
I still remember the day of Chloe's first day at primary school. Mark took the day off we could take her and pick her up. I still remember how he cried as she walked off into school, this tiny little thing with a big backpack, immediately making friends. Mark was in pieces, and I still have a photo of him being comforted by all the other mothers around him. Since becoming a father, he has become more open with his emotions, and many of the mothers adored him as friends of our daughters became fixtures at our home, and he always treated friends of our daughters like one of his own.
Madeline is now approaching sixty and the sexual relationship between the three of us has slowed down from her side. We still share a bed most nights. My husband is still hot to trot, and my libido is insane at times. Madeline is always willing to have fun even though she has slowed down, but she gets real enjoyment out of watching her son with his wife.
But watching Mark with our daughters, particularly our oldest now that she was of age, did leave me wondering. "Madeline, I have a question," I asked as she sat opposite me at the dinner table, Mark practically holding court with our daughters. Charlotte and Chloe were snuggled to either side of him. Christine was such a tiny thing she was snuggled on his lap.
"What is it, sweetie?"
"We haven't told the girls the truth yet until they're all eighteen. They're not blind, but we've always been careful." That had Madeline looking at me in curiosity. "You don't think it's generational, do you?"
Madeline understood the reference immediately, glancing at her son and granddaughters, the smile on her face forming immediately. "No, sweetheart. My son is their whole world, that's for certain. Any man they meet is going to be compared to him, and no man will be good enough for him when it comes to his daughters. I wouldn't worry about anything else."
"You think?"
"A mother always knows, sweetheart. And I'm not sure he would ever look at them that way. He's in love with you and me in an intimate, physical way. He's in love with his daughters in that he would give his life for them."
"I dread the day Chloe leaves home. I'm not sure what he'll do."
Madeline fixed me with a smile. "I'm sure you'll figure out how to keep him occupied."
I knew our relationship was unusual and that the day we would sit our children down and explain everything could lead to recriminations, accusations and other ramifications. But as I sipped at my coffee and watched my husband and daughters interacting, I couldn't help wondering if it would lead to something else. Something I knew I might just have to accept considering what Mark and his mother shared.
I guess it was just a case of waiting for what happened and dealing with it at the time. Mark glanced my way and smiled. I returned the smile before Charlotte whispered something that made the three girls start to giggle. No doubt it was about his undoubted love for his wife and mother.
Maybe the conversation in the future won't be as bad as I feared.