Amy doesn't say much after that, though her pleasure is obvious. Smiling, switching between kissing your neck and putting her tongue in your mouth, she eventually gets off of your lap when you've deflated. You both get dressed quietly after that, but you both grin widely. With her simplier clothes she even slaps your ass before she turns to leave.
Which, to both of your surprise, your mother is waiting. Beautiful in her own way, your friends often joked that it had to be downright cruel of the forces that be that the three women with the most perfect breasts in the world were your mother and your sisters. Mom's 39DD, Tracy's 37D, and Milly's 37C's- and growing- were always drooled over. Now it didn't feel like much of a joke.
Dismissing Amy, your mother walks in to your little cabin- saying nothing at first but taking a seat as she considers what to say. You finish putting on your shirt at take a seat next to her- concerned. The rule said the first 3 times a day they'd have to accept any male attention that came their way. You can't even picture what that would be like- but you wagered that Mom, Tracy, and Milly would rarely have a day that they didn't fill the quota.
"So, how was she?"
Not expecting such a question from your mother, you say the truth, "Not the most imaginative I've ever had, but hit the spot. Something wrong mom?"
She starts to speak her mind, like if she doesn't say it now it will never come out.
"Your sisters and I were talking, and we have a request to ask you. Could you. . .be our pimp?"
"What?"
"Look, women in my family have always been blessed with three things. Great looks, we enjoy sex, and we have sex drives that have eaten men alive. Between those three things and our novelty we'll be eaten alive. The rule is that the first three times per day that a man wants us, we have to say yes- we want you to try to steer men that would hurt us away and try to steer men that wouldn't hurt us towards us."
"No, I get what you meant- it's just. . .you three want me to be your pimp."
"Sweetie, look at you and look at the three of us. Your father is a good man and I love him- but the three of us are total babes, and you're a stud yourself. Who do you think you got that from? And your father wouldn't be able to do it- it has to be you."
You nod, taking it in.
"And," she continues, "we decided that if one of those three times per day was you- we wouldn't be heartbroken."
That catches your attention, and you look at her with a raised eyebrow of 'what?'.
"We're serious. Honey, you may think you've been sneaky with the girls you snuck in, but I know of every single one. Or 14, as the case was."
This time the 'what?' is more in awe.
"If it helps, your sisters aren't any better at it."
"How do you know this?"
"Experience. So, will you be our pimp?"
"Yeah, but can I ask you a question first?"
"Sure."
"Before the war, were you cheating on Dad?"
She's silent for a moment, looking you in the eyes.
"Not really." she sighs, "It's complicated."
"How can it be complicated?"
"You know how we told you three that we met at a convention in Nevada?"
"Yeah?"
"That part is true. What we lied about was why I was there. I was a prostitute in a brothel, an expensive one I'm proud to say. Your father just by sheer dumb luck got me pregnant- with you- and he insisted on doing the honorable thing. We love each other, but he's nowhere near man enough for me.
So, we made a deal- as long as I always use protection and he was the father of all my children, he's just fine with me sleeping with other men. The truth is, I'm the only woman your father has ever slept with, and we've done it maybe a dozen times all together. I, on the other hand, have been with almost 700 men- about half of them after I married your father thanks to Craigslist."
"And Dad's okay with that?"
"He's just fine with it. He knows that women in my family tend to be beautiful, fertile, and insatiably horny. Your sisters, thanks to your father, could afford to be more choosy then I was when I was their age and obviously haven't been active as many years as I have been- but they're the same way. And so are you, in your own fashion."
You can't really argue with that, just a knowing affirmative shake of your head.
"Alright, I believe you. And you can tell them I'll be your pimp."
"Thanks son. We won't let you down." |