Chapter 3- Guilt
#3 of Mom & Mum
The day got extremely awkward after that. Luckily, we finished in time so as to not arouse any suspicion. After Morgan's shower, which she actually wanted to take, after all, we all went to the movie theater and watched a really good comedy. It was a hilarious-looking movie that I've been wanting to see since I was 15. And boy, was it funny. But I felt strange the entire time we were there. Every time Morgan opened her mouth to eat some popcorn, I wanted to just shove my dick down her throat. It's such a strange feeling, having an unquenchable lust for a family member. Especially a family member who's raised you as her own for almost 12 years. I guess these feelings would be more understandable if she were my sibling? The only time I've ever wanted a sister, just so I could fuck her brains out.
Geez, aren't you just Saint fucking Michael, Jackie? A real epitome of us moral folk. Get a life, you fucking asshole. This isn't right. I mean, it feels great, for both Morgan and me, but it's so disgraceful. Not to mention illegal. I don't know if I can keep doing this...
"Yo, Birthday Boy?" a feminine voice rang out. Huh? Was I blanking out? Oh fuck, I missed the last part of the movie! _"Jackie!" Mom said in a shockingly harsh tone. _Oh fuck, she's pissed. I turned my attention from my 1000-yard stare over to her eyes. "Aw crap, I'm sorry, Mom. What's up?" Mom's ears drooped. So did Morgan's. "Are you alright, kiddo? You kinda phased out for a while there." Fuck, they noticed something's up. "Uhh, I'm alright, just, uh, thinking. About stuff. And things." Good going, buddy, I'm sure your English teacher would've loved that improv. Of course, they didn't buy it. Especially Mom. "Honey, what's wrong? It's your birthday! You shouldn't have to worry about anything. C'mon, you can tell us."
Well, Jackie, it's your big moment. Are you gonna tell them what's __really_ going on, or are you gonna bottle these feelings up and probably have a nervous breakdown at some point down the road?_ I started mumbling. "It's... it's not much of anything. Just thinking about an exam I have coming up..." Ah, I see you went with Choice B. Not a wise option, mate. "Aw, sweetie," they both awed in unison. They do that way too much. "C'mere, you." Mom and Mum pulled me in for a group hug. Their bodies were so warm against my face. I wish it could stay like that forever. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel... guilty.
We got home in what felt like an instant. As soon as we came through the door, Mom grabbed me by the hand and took me to the living room. Even though I couldn't see her face, I could feel her smile radiating the room. Morgan followed behind me, advancing me forward by pushing my rear. Not now, Morgan. Mom then daintily swung me around and released my hand so I would fall on the couch. Slightly dazed, I looked up at my mothers with confusion and concern. They were chatting with themselves very quietly, with their backs turned to me. Eventually, they turned around, but with their arms behind them. "Well, Jackie," Morgan started. "We know that you said you didn't want anything," Mom continued.
Oh jeez, why do they gotta do this? "But we just couldn't help ourselves!" On the count of three, with an adorable 'ta-da' at the end, they both revealed two wrapped boxes from behind their backs. Morgan's was fairly small, while Mom's was medium and flat. I decided to take Mom's first, cuz I'm a greedy little shit. It had some weight to it, so I was really intrigued. "Go for it, Jack," Mom said, encouragingly. I unwrapped the bow and took off the top. I couldn't fucking believe my eyes. A new laptop! It was so glossy and smooth. I placed it down and gave Mom a spine-crushing hug. "Hey, that's my wife you're crushing!" Morgan remarked. "I don't want to sleep with a pile of broken bones." Mom gave her spouse a disgusted look, but I laughed it off. Yeah, let's just get on with it so I can sleep already.
I_ _sat back down on the couch as Morgan handed me her present. It was pretty light, and it had a metal clang when I slightly shook it. I took off the bow and removed the top, yadda yadda. But this was something completely unexpected; it was a heart locket. One of those special lockets that a guy would give his girlfriend that has a picture of them in it. "Go ahead and open it, champ," Morgan said to me. I did so, and what it held moved me. It was an old picture of the three of us. It was taken on Mom and Mum's wedding day. Mom is in a pale blue gown that completely compliments her beautiful fur. Morgan is in a white, puffy gown with ribbons. I'm standing in the middle in a cute little tux, holding both of their hands.
I started crying immediately. And I don't even think it was for the right reason. They both thought it was because of the sentimentality, which it somewhat was, and so they came over to hug me. Once again, my head was caught between their breasts. Now's not a good time to get aroused, Jackie. Moaning uncomfortably, I pushed them both away. Morgan reached out a hand and tried to touch my shoulder, as their faces were totally painted in worry. "Hun, what's wrong?" I didn't want to answer her. I got off the sofa and bolted upstairs towards my room. The door seemed to close by itself. Emotionally exhausted, I went to bed in a heartbeat...
...Well, that was until I got a rude awakening from my mothers at 1 in the morning. They turned the lights on and came into my room, their faces painted with concern. I was a total wreck; red eyes from crying, dried tear marks on my cheeks, ruffled fur. Morgan first came towards me, while Mom stood in the doorway. "Jackie," she began in a very calming voice. "Honey, we want to know what's wrong." Oh boy, ain't that a way to start this. I uncomfortably shifted in my bed. "Mom, nothing's-" I couldn't finish my sentence. "Bullshit." I stared blankly at Mom, somewhat fearing for my life. "Jackie, we know that's bullshit. You're almost always happy when we see you. And today's your 18th birthday! You should be ecstatic! But you're not, so we obviously know that something is troubling you."
I dropped my head and stared at my blanket. Mom continued her speech, trying her best to sound calm and relaxed, but not doing a great job at it. "Honey, bottling these feelings up won't do a damn thing." Huh, that sounds familiar. Both of my mothers were now giving me that parental "out with it" look. But I don't know what to fucking tell them! Oh yeah Mom, you see, the problem is that I'm fucking your wife but I feel bad about it. _I tried my best to come up with something. "Well, the real truth is that," I really needed to dig deep in order to find something to say. _Come on, Jackie, you're a good liar. Think, you prick.
I let my voice go on auto-pilot and said something random. "This is going to be my last birthday with you guys. At least, the last one that we can celebrate normally without having to worry about school." That was a very... odd thing to say. Makes sense, though. Mom and Morgan turned toward each other with sad expressions and then turned back to me. I mean, that _was _true, and it did kinda trouble me, but that was far from the real reason for my despair. Mom was going to say something, but Morgan interjected.
"Jackie, that's nothing to be sad about. You obviously love us. And we love you more than anything in the whole world. But we're not gonna be here to hold your hand throughout life. That's just not how it goes." Though it did hurt a little bit to hear, I held my composure, as she did, too. I sniffled a little, to which she responded by planting a kiss on my cheek before holding me up by my chin and smiling at me. "But that doesn't mean we'll be out of your life for good, Jackie. We'll visit you in college whenever we can if you want, but you're gonna have your own posse of friends to celebrate your big days with."
Surprisingly, that made me feel a little better. It's corny, but hearing your parents say how much they love you makes a guy feel special. I started welling up a bit, actually. Once again, my moms came up to hug me. It was comforting. "Aw, hun," they started. "Just remember that we'll always love you, no matter what." That really hit me. Not only because it's so good to hear, but because Morgan said that.
No matter what? Even though we sleep with each other and do the most immoral things in the book? You still love me? I sobbed into their chests for what felt like an hour. Actually, it almost was. Eventually, we regretfully separated. "Now, don't you feel a bit better, Jackie?" Mom's voice soothed me. "Yeah, I do," I replied, meekly. Actually, I did. "Of course, you do," Morgan blurted. "Nothing is better than a mother's love! Especially when you got two mothers!" The three of us chuckled a little. It's funny because it's so true.
Eventually, Mom stood up off my bed and yawned. "Ah, well, I gotta get to bed. My asshole boss is making me come in on a damn Sunday." She grumbled, clearly annoyed. I would be, too. I give a lot of credit to Mom for putting up with that shit. She leaned over to me. "G'night, birthday boy." Mom gave me a kiss that was dangerously close to my lips. Please, I've already got one sexy kitty on my plate; another would be too much. "And good night to you, too, babe." She gave Morgan a long, passionate kiss on the lips. "Love you too, Stacy," Morgan said seductively. "I'll join you in a bit, I just gotta tell our big man something."
Oh God, oh fuck. What did I do wrong? Did she see through my part-lie? Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh- Morgan wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a sloppy kiss. Mmm, I was missing this. It feels good after getting that off my chest. Speaking of chest, Morgan quickly threw off her shirt and tried to dig my face into her warm titties. I partially rejected it, still feeling kinda down. "Babe, what's the matter? Did our hugs not help?" I took a big inhale and gave a frustrated sigh. "Morgan, do you really want to know what's going on?"
She then gave me a face I'd had the pleasure of never seeing before now. I think they called it the 'Were You Lying to Me?' face. "Jackie, you know we don't like it when you lie to us." Bingo. I can read minds. Again, I sighed and drooped my face downwards. "Morgan, is it okay that we do this?" I guess that sounded kinda weird because she did a bit of a double-take. "Honey, what do you-? Oh... okay..." She was confused for a slight second but soon understood.
The scarlet feline waltzed onto my bed and sat in my lap, arousing me immensely. She placed both hands on my face and tilted my gaze upwards into her sparkly eyes. "I know what's bugging you; you love fucking your mother, but you feel bad about it because it's 'not right." Though her hands were occupied, I could tell she said that in massive air quotes. I was about to call her out on that, but she didn't let me. "I say it like that because of what we are, mother and son. But does it really matter, honey? I love you, you love me, and we just wanna have some fun under the sheets. As long as we love each other and do it consensually, what's the harm in it?"
Wow, I didn't think of it like that. I mean, of course, it's consensual. We wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't. If I didn't feel okay with fucking my mother, which I absolutely did not at first, she'd let me go. But I didn't leave, because Morgan is the sexiest cat alive. That, or the fact that this is my first exposure to sex and I'm being clingy. Actually, it's probably due to her being so loving and trustworthy. Not everybody can say they lost their virginity to a mature adult that they love and trust. Is that really all that matters?
I took a relieved sigh and stared at my gorgeous lover. "Well, I guess you're right, Morgan. As usual." The woman in my lap suddenly sprung off my lap and landed on the end of my bed. She beamed at me pridefully. "Of course, I'm right! Mother always knows best! Now come over here and fuck me!" Well, that took a turn. I sat up straighter and rubbed the back of my head, slightly confused. "Even if it isn't my birthday anymore?" My wonderful mother scoffed as if I had offended her. "Jackie, what the fuck are you talking about?"
She sounded even more hurt than her initial reaction led me to believe. Morgan put her hands on her pants and tore them off in a heartbeat. There was no underwear underneath, and my eyes gravitated towards her damp pussy, "Babe," she started again, crawling towards me until she got to my lips. She now ripped off her top, allowing her beautiful breasts to fall down attractively. "With a hunky body like yours, I don't think I'll ever wanna stop doing this! I want to be your woman forever, Jackie." My cock started bulging through my pajamas like a tent, causing my mother to drool in greed.
"And to be fair, do you really think we'd be able to go back to a normal mother-son relationship after this? Nuh-uh, no way."
A fire of passion ignited in my soul, and I felt hornier than I had ever had in these 18 years of existence. I took my babe's shoulders and tossed her to the end of my bed, glaring at her, mischievously. "Who said you could speak, slave?" Her sexy grin turned into something brattier. She stuck her tongue out at me and made a childish face. "You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!" Oh man, do I love this woman.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back over to me, my other hand wrapped around her neck. I've only watched a little BDSM porn in my life, but I thankfully know how to choke somebody without going too far. You just rest your palm on their neck while lightly squeezing the sides with your thumb and other fingers. Morgan looked at me surprised, and even a little scared, but a split-second glance at her moistened pussy told me she loved it.
"Hmph, a lotta guts for a bratty bitch." I remarked. Although it was only midnight, the night had only just begun.