The following is a work of fiction. It is fantasy and intended for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone anything illegal, abusive, or unhealthy. Many topics explored herein may have intensely negative consequences if enacted in real life. No one's nut is worth ruining a life.
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Julie started the day like any other. She woke up, showered, dressed, then made a small breakfast. Next, she logged into the admin portal of the site and posted a new video along with a short blog post about her latest fantasies and adventures. Most of it was true, but it also teased upcoming videos that they were still editing. As soon as she finished posting, the doorbell rang. It was Naomi, Brooke, and Heather: three friends she had met in various classes. Together, they sat at the table and broke out the crafting supplies to whip together a few signs. The first one read "Way to go, Mark!"
"Do you think something like 'Mark 3:69' would work?" Brooke asked the group. "Like it's a bible quote except 69?"
Julie wasn't sure about putting anything sexual for the entire student body to see so they went with something simpler: "Mark Rocks!"
With the signs completed, the group of young women left Julie's apartment and drove together to one of the university's expansive parking lots. The visitor lot was full but Julie knew of a side lot where most of the professors parked. It was technically off limits to non-staff but it was almost never full, they almost never towed, and it was closer to their destination.
They entered the gymnasium with just a few minutes to spare. Since the school organized ceremonies by college, there was still plenty of seating in the bleachers. The floor was filled with an orderly array of folding chairs about half full of people in graduation robes and mortarboards. Since they had entered on the east side of the gym, opposite the visitor lot, they had no trouble spotting an empty section of bleachers about halfway to the stage, which was set up at the north end of the room. The four women shuffled up the steps and past people's knees to sit down.
As soon as they were seated, Julie tried to find Mark in the crowd below. She figured he would be toward the front since they probably organized alphabetically. She remembered their high school graduation which involved two weeks of inane practice just to get everyone in line and walking at the same pace.
Naomi leaned over and whispered "look at this sea of nerds. Can you find even one girl?"
Heather chuckled. "I think that one there with the long hair, unless it's just a skinny guy. Hard to tell."
Brooke whispered to Julie "do you see him?"
Julie shook her head. "It's hard with just the backs of their heads."
"There he is!" Heather spoke up, pointing toward the back of the crowd.
Julie followed her finger to see Mark, maybe four rows from the back and waving to someone sitting in the opposite side bleachers. Following his direction, she scanned the crowd and found Frank and Jo amongst a gaggle of other parents.
A wave of emotion flushed her cheeks. It was the first time she'd seen them since what she came to refer to as The Talk. Before she could process everything, Heather shouted "Hey, Mark!" much too loud. Half the gymnasium turned to look at them, including Julie's boyfriend..
Julie made eye contact and Mark's face lit up even more. That goofy smile made all four women laugh and wave as the rest of the crowd went back to whatever they were doing.
Julie dared not look back at the Capshaws even though she felt their stares burning into the side of her face. Instead, she wiggled her eyebrows at Mark and laughed when he made a similar gesture back.
The lights dimmed and some old guy walked up on stage and started speaking into a too-loud microphone. As his words bounced off the walls, Julie settled back in the bleachers and prepared for a long wait. If this was anything like highschool graduation, they would be here for quite a while.
As it turned out, college graduation was much more casual and made a lot more sense. Each person told their name to a lady at the side of the stage as they queued row by row and the names appeared on a monitor for the guy at the microphone to say. From what Julie's could see, it looked like they all got the same diploma case with the school crest on it and had to assume the real document would be picked up or sent later. As such, the process went pretty quickly.
Mark was still sitting toward the rear of his graduation class however, so the women passed the time by counting how many men walked the stage between each woman as each person got polite applause. The record was twenty three. Finally, they saw Mark's row stand up and queue beside the stage. Julie and Brooke unrolled one sign while Heather and Naomi handled the other and when the guy on stage read Mark's name they all stood up and cheered.
"Maaaarkkk!!!" Julie yelled.
"Woooo!!"
"Atta boy, slugger!!"
"Go, Mark! Fuck Yeah!" Heather belted out.
Mark's face shot to them as an embarrassed smile covered his face.
"Looks like you have a fan club," the guy with the mic said as he shook Mark's hand.
As Mark exited stage right, the girls sat back down. Julie dared to look across at the Capshaws. Jo was holding a tissue to her eye with Frank still clapping as they watched their son walk back to his seat.
No one had really left since the ceremony started so Julie figured it was uncouth to get out once the band you came to see played. There were only a few rows left anyway so they waited until the end. The guy on stage thanked the entire graduating class, wished them luck on their future endeavors, and noted that family congregations would be best suited out in the parking lot since a different college was booked to start their ceremony in half an hour.
Since the western doors quickly clogged with parents not following directions and hugging their kids wherever they met them, Julie and her friends opted to take the signs back to her car before trying to find Mark in the visitor lot. As they walked, Julie felt her anxiety rise and had a flash of sweat across her brow in the sun. Only Brooke noticed and asked if she was alright.
"I'm fine... just nervous all of a sudden. It's been a while since I've seen his parents."
Brooke whispered "they don't know about the website do they?"
Julie shrugged.
"Well, their little boy has to grow up sometime. Don't worry, we've all got your back."
The four of them walked around the building to the visitor lot and found Mark on the lawn talking to his parents. Julie took a deep breath then put on a smile and approached.
"There she is!" Jo almost sang as Mark turned around to greet his fan club. Mark hugged and kissed Julie then whispered into her ear "are you ok with this?"
Julie gave an imperceptible nod. Mark looked into her eyes for a second, nodded back, then continued down the line, hugging Naomi, Heather, and Brooke and kissing each of them on the cheek. "Everybody, these are my parents Jo and Frank. Mom and Dad, this is Naomi, Heather, and Brooke. Friends of ours. Well, mostly friends of Julie's but technically I met Heather first in class.
"Nice to meet you all," Jo and Frank said over one another. They shook each of their hands then hesitated when they got to Julie. "It's been so long, Julie. We've really been missing you!" Jo opened her arms to see if she was amenable to a hug.
After just a moment's hesitation, Julie stepped forward and gave Jo, then Frank a brief but real hug. It's true that it had been a while. They hadn't been home to visit since the summer after Mark's freshman year since life had gotten so busy up here. And then there was The Talk. "It's nice to see you guys," Julie said quietly, giving a polite smile.
"We were just telling Mark that we decorated our hotel room for a graduation party of sorts. We'd love it if you and any of your friends wanted to stop by for a bit to celebrate Marky's special day."
"We have cake, ice cream, and champagne. It should be fun," Frank said.
"That sounds awesome," Heather said, "but it's just another school day for us underclass-women and we have finals coming up. Maybe if we drove separately?" She looked to Julie for approval.
"What do you think?" Mark asked Julie.
She saw his face searching for any nonverbal cue she might give. She smiled and said "That sounds lovely. It's very nice of both of you to do that."
"Are you kidding?" Jo said. "It's not every day our only son graduates from college. It's the least we could do. Do you want to follow us now? Or do you need some time first?"
Julie said "Mark, why don't you ride with them now while I take the gals back to their cars then we'll meet you there."
"Are you sure?" Mark asked her.
"Of course! Where are you staying, Jo?"
"We're at the Hilton. Room 604."
"We'll see you soon."
Thirty minutes later, Julie, Brooke, and Heather arrived at the Capshaws' hotel room. Naomi had split off, saying she had too much studying to do to get drunk tonight and didn't trust herself around champagne or ice cream. Heather said she would stay a bit to socialize but wasn't lying about her own course-load. Brooke told Julie she'd stay as long as she was needed, but it was best if they each drive separately.
As Frank ushered them in, Julie saw that Jo had already cut a sheet-cake reading "Happy Graduation, Mark" into pieces and had plastic champagne flutes ready to go near a full bucket of ice holding a bottle. A banner reading "Happy Graduation, Son!" was strung from a mirror on one wall to the artwork hanging about the room's king bed. There were a couple balloons on the bed (filled with air not helium) and a few paper party hats set out that nobody wore. Julie found it charming that they tried but it was still a hotel room.
The celebration was calm and pleasant. Heather drove a lot of conversation by asking Mark's parents what they did, what Mark and Julie were like in high school, and if they really let Julie live with them for a year. When they had a chance, Jo and Frank mostly asked Heather and Brooke about how they knew us, what their major was, and if they liked it.
A lot of conversation revolved around how different the university was from the community college which Julie and Brooke attended. Since Julie didn't have anywhere near the grades that Mark had, she spent most of her first year up here working. Jo and Frank were sending help with tuition and the apartment but both she and Mark felt bad relying entirely on them for everything. Based on the success of the website they put up during Mark's sophomore year, Julie took an interest in business and enrolled in a few MBA-prep courses just to familiarize herself with that world. There was no prestige at the community college but she learned a lot that she was able to apply practically. Since then, she'd been taking classes regularly in whatever interested her, not really worried about a degree.
After an hour or so, Heather thanked Jo and Frank for a wonderful time and a wonderful son then announced she had to get back to studying. Brooke looked to Julie who nodded that it was ok to leave as well. Jo hugged each girl goodbye and said it was a pleasure to meet them both.
Now just the four of them, Jo asked if they needed more food or drink then sat on the bed next to her husband. "How are you really feeling, Julie. Toward us." The tone had immediately changed.
That was a complicated question that Julie had a hard time answering. Sitting in chairs next to the small table holding the cake and ice bucket, Julie took a deep breath and held Mark's hand. "I'm honestly still conflicted," she said. "We've been talking a lot since we had... The Talk. And I've also been seeing a therapist... which has maybe been more confusing than helpful."
Jo nodded compassionately. Frank maintained eye contact but held his stoic poker face.
"Part of me... Obviously I was shocked... angry... betrayed... like I had been stabbed in the heart. Mark slept on the couch for a few weeks while I tried to process everything," She smiled and looked over at him, squeezing his hand.
"All of that is perfectly understandable," Jo said with a measured tone.
"If you don't mind... Can I ask some questions?" Julie looked at them both.
"Of course," Jo said.
Frank spoke up. "Ask anything you want. We'll answer honestly."
"For starters. I know Mark just told you that we had The Talk before you drove up. It must've made the trip pretty tough, so you can imagine how tough the last six months have been for me."
"I--" Jo started.
"I lived with you for like a year! And you knew my parents that whole time! More than that, you knew my... situation! You knew what they did to me! And that whole time you were doing the same thing with Mark!"
Jo took a deep breath and started to talk but her voice hitched.
Frank cleared his throat and said "for the record, we never condoned-"
"Were you fucking Mark behind my back? He says you weren't but I want to hear it from you, Jo. Don't lie! Were you!?"
Jo shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. "No. We stopped when you two got serious."
"But you were fucking his friends right? Just not in the house?"
Jo's voice now broke with each hitched breath. "Sometimes, Yes. That's true."
"God it makes so much sense now. You know Mark used to not let me come over when his guy friends were at the house. He did that to protect you! I thought they were playing D&D or something nerdy but really they were taking turns on you, right? Mark wasn't even in the house."
Frank sat forward on the bed. "Now that's unfair, young lady. It's true that we lead unconventional lives but we've made our peace with it and we've never forced anyone to do anything they didn't want to do. We tried our best to curb that behavior when you came to live with us and never did anything untoward while you were under our roof. We're not perfect so yes, we did indulge every once in a while but it was always outside of the house, never under your nose."
"Why? Why'd you stop everything? It seems like a huge inconvenience to say the least. Why'd you even let me move in? And you knew the experiences I'd already had, why didn't you try to enlist me?"
Both Jo and Frank looked taken aback. Jo wiped her eyes and said "because Marky asked us not to."
Julie, inhaling to keep her tirade going, felt like she had just been hit in the gut. Her wind blew out as she tried to comprehend that answer. She had feared that they would try to deflect or deny but wasn't expecting that. "Because... he asked you to?"
Jo came forward on the bed and tripped onto her stomach reaching for Julie's hands. She could only reach her knees instead in an awkward half-bow. She looked up, pleading to Julie. "We love him more than anything. Ever since he was born he's been our everything and all we've ever wanted for him is to be happy. And he found you! And you made him so happy! So when he said he wanted you to live with us we said yes! And we got to know you and how sweet you are and how happy he made you and we fell in love with you too! We never wanted you to have anything other than love and support from us... and if that meant denying our hungers then that's what we did... I swear to you, Julie... We love you both so much!" Jo's speech broke into sobs as she buried her face in the hotel bedding.
Frank pulled his wife up and embraced her as she cried into his shoulder, gently rubbing her back as he whispered into her ear. Julie looked back toward Mark, letting the tears that had welled up on her eyelids fall down her face as well. She could see his eyes shiny too. Mark stood from his chair and wrapped his arms around her shoulder as Julie squeezed herself against his stomach.
The two couples took a moment to calm down, letting the emotions run their course without hurry. After some time and many cheap hotel tissues, both Jo and Julie straightened themselves out and resumed their conversation.
"You must have many more questions, but can I ask one first?" Jo looked into Julie's eyes. "Can you forgive us? If not now then possibly someday? Or is that too much to ask."
"I need more time," Julie answered. "I just don't know."
That's one way she could have answered. It might have even been the truth, but Julie felt that was too passive for this moment. Too weak. Part of her wanted to say
"No fucking way. You are just as evil as my parents. You fucked up Mark like they fucked me up but we're together now and Mark's mine and you'll never see him again!"
Julie imagined the tears flowing, the yelling and screaming that would follow, the irreparable rifts that she had the power to create with just a few words. But that didn't seem right either.
"You know, Jo. I'd like to be able to tell you yes. That I'm ready to forgive you and pretend it never happened. but I'd also like to keep yelling and screaming. The truth is, though, that there are things my mind can't figure out. And nobody has any answers. Not Mark, not my therapist, no one. It took a lot of talking before I realized that I wasn't just surprised and hurt by him keeping such a big part of himself from me for so long, but I was also jealous. Here we are, two people with nearly identical histories, yet I got so fucked up and he turned out perfect. Can you tell me how that happened?"
Jo's eyes started to well up once more. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
Frank now scooted to sit at the front of the bed just inches from Julie. "You've had a rough go of it so far, but things aren't over. There's nothing in you that we don't all share. You and Mark are similar the same way me and Jo are, and your mother and father. And I'll be the first to say your parents made some serious mistakes in how they raised you, but look at how far you've come! You are a successful entrepreneur, you're educating yourself with your own money, you have a smart head on those beautiful shoulders and you've been in a stable and healthy relationship for, what is it now, almost six years? Don't you think that deserves some credit?"
The earnestness in Frank's voice made Julie crumble. She felt the tears streaming again and this time leaned forward into his embrace. "But you were like the parents I never had!" Soaking the same shoulder Jo had dampened earlier. "Why did you lie to me!"
"Shhh... shhh," Frank put his arms around her and held her tight. "We were just doing what we thought was right. For you, and for Mark." Now in an awkward half-crouch between the bed and Julie's chair, Frank pulled her forward to standing then motioned for her to sit down next to him on the bed. Not ready for the hug to end, Julie climbed up and sat in Frank's lap with her legs curled into fetal position..
Jo scooted up and laid her head on Julie's back, embracing them both. Mark followed suit, forming a cocoon of warmth and love around his family.
"How can I hate them so much and love you? How can that make any sense?"
"I know, honey," Jo whispered as she cradled her. "It's all so confusing..."
"But why are you FRIENDS with them? I know they go to your parties! We know all about it!" Julie's words came out as a muffled wail from Frank's neck and shoulder. Her whole body shook.
"It's complicated for us to," Jo spoke softly. "You're with our Marky and no matter what, they're still your parents. For what it's worth, they feel bad too. Terrible."
"GOOD! They should! I WASN'T READY!" Julie broke down into uncontrolled sobs and cried out all of her frustrations as the three of them held her.
When her tears were spent and her body started slowing down and she could take a breath without hitching, Julie asked "why couldn't I have started with you and wound up perfect like Mark? Why did I have to get my fucking mother instead!"
"We would've loved that," Jo whispered. "But as rough as everything was, it led to you Marky, and you two have been so happy for so long... and your lives are just getting started! You wouldn't want to take that away, would you?"
"...no..." Julie's hand went searching and found Mark's elbow, squeezing any bit of him that she could reach as they all made a cozy den of comfort around her.
"And with you living with us," Frank whispered down onto Julie's head, "we began to think of you as our daughter. The one thing that kept us from completely falling apart when the two of you left the house was that you were together."
"You were so nice to me... I just couldn't believe that it was possible... for me..." Julie's sobs were now coming into control, calming down in slow faltering breaths.
"You are so special, honey," Jo said. "We love you so much..."
"I love you too," Julie whispered. "I need some air."
Jo, Mark, and Frank all loosened their grip to give Julie room to breathe. She popped her legs out onto the bed and took a deep breath in while wiping her eyes. "Can someone get me a tissue? I'm so snotty."
"Of course, honey." Jo had a box at the ready, lightly blotting Julie's face until she took it and blew her nose.
Julie looked around, saw Mark and frowned. "I'm so sorry, baby. Today's your day and I'm ruining it."
"You're not ruining anything," Mark said. "This is all I could have asked for. There was such a weight lifted when this all came out but it killed me how much I hurt you and then things haven't been the same since. I don't know how we get through this; I know you needed space to... work things out, but you really shut down on me. And all I know is that I don't want to lose you. I'm so glad that you're talking again... to me... talking to us."
"It's been so hard... I love you so much... but it was like... a nightmare... come true... But you're so nice and sweet and funny and smart... and I'm none of those things... I'm trash."
"Stop that," Frank said. "You are all of those things and can't convince us otherwise. You just need to allow yourself to see it too."
Julie looked up at him. "My father would never say that."
"Well, Miles is a fuckhead and Nadya is a cunt-"
"Frank, that's not helping," Jo quietly interrupted.
"-but they got one thing right in that they made you." Frank took Julie's face in his hands and held her eye contact. "You are a bright shining light in all of our lives."
"Do you really think that?" Julie's voice was hushed and cautious; almost child-like.
"I know it in all my heart," Frank told her.
Julie closed her eyes and kissed him.
Frank pulled back. "Uhh, I know emotions are high right now-"
Jo also pulled back, saying "Julie, I'm-"
"I want you to show me how much you love me," Julie interrupted.
"I'm not sure that's the right thing to do right now," Jo said. "And we've agreed that we'd never-"
"It's what I want," Julie said, looking back and forth between them. "I want to feel the love you showed Mark. Maybe then I'll understand. Please. I need to know how it feels. Mark's ok with it, aren't you?" She looked over at him.
Mark, wide-eyed with surprise, thought for a moment then said "is this what you really want? Like really?"
"I can't bear thinking of you doing things like my fuckhead cunt parents,, but I can't bear losing you either. I want us all to be together. I need it."
Mark relented and looked to his parents.
Jo looked to Frank. Frank looked down into Julie's eyes and studied her for a long moment. Whatever he saw gave him resolve. "Ok then."
The four of them stood up and awkwardly surveyed the room. Jo and Frank turned down the lights and took the blankets off the bed while Mark hugged Julie and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure about this? It could change things," he whispered softly.
"Things have already changed," she whispered back. "But I love you and I love them and I want this to work. Maybe this will overwrite the memories I have with my parents or at least put them in a better perspective."
"But what about what your therapist said?"
"Mark, my therapist told me to report my parents, break up with you, move to a new town, spend years celibate going to bullshit group sessions, and never talk to any of you again."
"Maybe that's what's best for you though?" Mark's puppy-dog face killed her. Willing to sacrifice everything just to make her happy.
"I think Jo's right. It's part of who I am. Denying it doesn't seem healthy to me so maybe embracing it is."
They kissed. Julie slipped him some tongue to let him know she was serious. When they parted and looked back toward the bed, Jo and Frank were standing, still fully clothed, on opposite sides watching them.
Jo cleared her throat. "We're, uhh... We're not really used to being... on this side of things. How would you like to start, Julie?"
"Well you started with Mark by blowing him. Maybe Frank would like to eat me out? Unless you wanted to?"
My god, was Jo actually blushing? Julie had to stifle a smirk as Jo stuttered to get her words out. "I... usually I'm not... usually I'm more into men, but I'm willing to help out wherever you... I mean, if you would prefer..."
Frank cut his wife off. "I think I'm starting to understand." He reached out his hand for hers. "Please lay down, Julie. And Jo, why don't you lay down next to her."
Julie took Frank's hand and let him guide her to the right side of the bed where she laid down on her back. Jo followed suit, still unsure of how to advance. Frank motioned for Julie to lift her legs as he sat down on the side of the bed and put her feet in his lap. From there, he started unlacing her shoes. "Follow my lead, son."
Julie watched as Mark mirrored his dad's movements, sitting back to back with him as he slipped Jo's flats off.
With Julie's shoes and socks taken care of, he assuredly reached up to her waist and undid the fly to her jeans, followed quickly by a smooth unzipping motion. Next, he took hold of her pants at her hips and started shimmying them off. They were a snug fit so she had to help him by lifting and rolling her hips, then raising each leg separately while he pulled them free.
Mark's part was easier since his mother wore a dress. He had no issues reaching up and finding the waistband of her nylons and tugging them down in similar fashion.
"Those are very pretty," Frank said as he nodded toward Julie's underwear. She was wearing a floral white lace g-string that popped bright against her olive skin. "Are you wearing the matching bra?" Frank reached for her shirt-sleeves and motioned for her to sit up so he could pull it off over her head.
"How did you know they were a matching set?" She asked as she raised her arms, allowing the shirt to come off.
"I recognized them from one of your videos," Frank answered as he studied the newly-unveiled bra. "We're avid subscribers you know."
Glancing over, Julie saw that Jo had also sat up, enabling Mark to take off her dress. Unlike Julie, Jo wore no bra or panties. She saw her first glimpse of Jo's tanned smooth mound and pert breasts. Except for the skin tone and brown hair, Jo's body was much like her own.
"In fact, it was a little awkward making small talk with your friends since we'd seen all of them before." Frank spoke as he expertly undid Julie's bra, lifting the shoulder straps away from her and gently pushing for her to lay back down. "You have beautiful and energetic friends, Son."
Mark, without a bra to remove, was already sliding himself lower on the bed. "Thanks, Dad. It was Julie's idea to bring them in. I didn't think they'd say yes."
"Well they sure looked like they enjoyed themselves," Frank said as he did the same. His face sliding down towards Julie's closed knees.
"Aren't you going to-" Julie asked.
"Shhh," Frank answered as he looked up the length of her body to her eyes and smiled. "Not yet."
As both Mark and Frank took positions at their partners feet, Jo looked over and took Julie's hand. "Are you really sure about this, honey? We can still stop if you have second thoughts. It's totally ok."
Julie looked over at Jo, scanning the naked body lying next to her and settled on her eyes. She saw nothing but honesty and compassion there. She reached over and took Jo's face in her hands and kissed her. Kissed her for real. "I'm ready," she whispered.
"I just hope you know that, whatever you want to do is fine with- Oh God!" Whatever Jo was going to say next, the words never came. Frank and Mark were working their way up their calves by leaving a trail of soft kisses as they slid their hands underneath each knee. Mark's lips had already derailed Jo. Julie saw she was now solely fixated on what was happening below.
Scanning the two men, she could see Mark following his father's moves as Frank had adroitly started to spread her legs to make room for his shoulders. His stubble was rougher than Mark's but his lips were tender and soft on her skin and his hands were warm on her knees. She'd never had a bald - well, balding to be fair - head down there before. She watched as he criss-crossed between her calves as he slowly crept up the bed, lingering at the insides of her knees as her thighs began to spread.
Julie felt Jo's knee press against her own. Mark was a little less patient than her father; he was already kissing his mother's thighs and leaving wet tongue marks at each place he touched. She watched it with a certain amount of detachment, like she was studying the scene from outside her own body. She supposed it might have to do with the emotional whiplash of the last hour. Part of her still felt ragged and exhausted, ready for a nap and a long hot bath. Maybe this was a mistake. Would she even be able to process this? And what were the others thinking? When she kissed Frank she had acted solely on a spark of instinct... a flash of selfish want that she still didn't fully understand. But what did this mean for the future? What would happen if she couldn't cum? Her feelings were so-
"Julie," Frank's voice whispered. "Look at me, ok? Don't worry about anything else. Just keep your eyes on me."
Julie looked down and saw that he had already slid halfway up the bed. Now his face was staring up at her from just above her underwear. She managed a smile and nodded.
"Did you wear these for Mark's special day?" Frank looked down and nuzzled his chin against her panties before turning his head to kiss the tops of her thighs.
"Not really... just a Thursday..." she was trying to focus. The truth was she had been so worried about seeing the two of them that she'd mostly dressed on auto-pilot, but in reality every pair of panties she owned was sexy like this, save a few black hipsters for when she had her period. She loved the feel of them being a constant reminder throughout her day so why bother with something boring?
"Mommy missed you so much..." Julie heard Jo whisper from somewhere far away.
An oven blast of heat penetrated the fabric of her panties and made her skin tingle. Frank had opened his mouth wide against her and exhaled. "Hey... that's Mark's trick... did he learn that from you?"
"Shhh...." Frank whispered as he peeled the crotch of her panties to one side. The exposure to cold air made her realize that she was wet. When did that happen?
A strong push of warmth invaded her, undulating and curling wildly in directions she couldn't predict. She heard herself moan as it happened, then felt pressure on her lips and rapid pulses of pressure. More hot exhaust, this time on her clit as Frank's nose nestled just above it. God, his tongue... how was he doing that?
It all started to make sense. The only other man to make her feel that way had been Mark. He'd always said that he had spent a lot of time on the Internet thinking about it but in reality he had a talented teacher. Did Frank teach him using Jo as a guide? Or maybe Jo taught them both? However it happened, Frank had the same talent that his son did.
The tangled mess of Julie's confused emotions started to fade away as she relaxed into what her body was feeling. Every time she opened her eyes, Frank's were there waiting. As he worked his mouth, his eyes seemed to almost convey a silent conversation. He'd take one of her lips between his teeth and pull back slowly, letting her soft folds lightly brush against his hard enamel, then his eyebrow would arch and his eyes would ask "is that was something she liked? Or not so much." And every time she started to sink back into her own head, that tongue would shoot forward and spread her open. His strong hands roamed her skinny body, taking a firm grasp of her breast or gently pressing down on her navel. For an average looking fellow he had complete command of his movements. He took her clit between his lips and made a buzzing sound, jolting her with vibration.
"....does Mommy taste as good as you remember?"
Frank lifted Julie's hips off the bed, sliding his chin down against her ass and opening his mouth to her kitty. His hand shot down to her mound and she felt his thumb assault her clit, pounding it with repeated pressure.
She gasped, flexed, and felt wet pour out of her. Frank, with his tongue keeping her open, swallowed as much as he could and let the rest soak his face. He lowered her back down and lifted his head smiling. "That thing really works, doesn't it." He flicked his tongue out and twiddled the steel bar she wore through her clit hood.
"....Oooh Marky, you've learned some new tricks..."
Was she supposed to say something now? All she could see was his smiling face coming up for air, a thick line of honey dripping from his chin.
But it was a trick. While he smiled, his hands had slid back underneath her onto each of her ass cheeks. Before she could say anything he was lifting her up again, this time higher. She saw him turn to his son and say "Now eat your mother's ass."
What? Was he really going to.... Wait, doesn't that mean Frank is.... "Ooohhh" Julie and Jo moaned together as Frank's tongue invaded her rosebud. Normally, Julie didn't enjoy any attention paid to her back there, but this was different, softer, gentler. Now Frank could barely look over her mound as his mouth worked her rear. His eyes looked like he was smiling! God, he felt so eager. His tongue slithered up inside her and worked circles back out, wetting her whistle and stretching it the tiniest bit open. It was like he could see into her heart and soul and he was trying to heal a wound or something. She couldn't stand that penetrating stare any longer, she had to close her eyes.
This time, none of the anger, anxiety, fear, or fragility were waiting. Now it was just pleasure... and something else too. God it felt ridiculous to even think but could she feel love in Frank's tongue? In almost every way he reminded her of Mark.
Her pelvis lowered back down and she felt lips take hold around her clit. Frank's tongue went to work on the metal bar down there, tugging, flicking, and pushing in some complex pattern. She felt vibration on her pussy and heard... something. Maybe he was telling Mark to do whatever this maneuver was called. All she knew was that her body began to float on the pleasure as it built. Soon she would be in the one place that always gave her comfort throughout the years... simple and all-consuming orgasmic bliss
Frank's mouthwork pattern became simpler and faster as her tidal wave rose. Her hips bucked and he set the tempo in response, becoming a machine: repeating, reliable, relentless.
Two fingers slid inside her. She expected it. It was Mark's move to try and get her spot while hammering on her clit. It always worked. But then a third slipped into her ass. She reflexively puckered at the intrusion which pulled it deeper.
Someone was kissing her. Her mouth, her neck, taking her nipple piercing into their mouth. Jo. Jo was screaming into her neck. Sucking, biting. Julie needed to scream too
Frank's hand felt like it made a fist inside her. Everything clenched, something let loose. Wet warmth gushed over her thighs and ran down her ass. Frank's mouth and hand didn't move. They were boulders in her wave's inevitable path, just waiting to dash her to pieces. She came undone.
When she opened her eyes, Jo was holding Julie's head to her breast and gently brushing her hair. "Wow," Julie whispered.
"Shhh... shhh, that's ok. That's my baby girl..." Jo cooed.
Julie looked up at her. "That felt amazing."
Jo looked down and smiled. "We came together and it must have triggered something. You cried for a bit."
"Really?" Julie asked. The last thing she remembered was squirting on Frank's face. "I'm ok now."
"Are you sure,honey?" Jo looked down at her and held her close.
"Yeah. I actually feel really good," Julie responded. She pushed herself up to sitting. Jo had a sheen about her that made her look glowing. "Let's keep going."
"We've all had such an intense day, honey. It might be better if we-"
"No. I really do feel good. And besides, I can't ask you to stop now with Mark so-" Julie looked toward the foot of the bed and saw both men now fully nude and idly stroking themselves as they watched. Even semi-erect, Frank had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. "Holy shit."
Julie looked back at Jo. "You've been taking that thing all this time?"
Jo smiled. "Your body adapts. Both my men are absolutely perfect. Frank stretches me out, Marky fits perfect."
Mark wasn't exactly a slouch, being bigger than most of the boys she'd been with before him, but he looked small compared to his father. "Wow."
Frank's eyes were on her again. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"It's not that... I'm just... not sure it will fit. Can we start with me on top?"
Frank smiled. "You heard the lady. Let's switch."
Before getting off the Bed, Jo pulled Julie into a hug and whispered into her ear: "thank you." Then they each hopped up to allow the boys to lay down in their place. Mark, always so full of vigor, was already pointing straight up. Frank was still half-soft; his tree root flopped forward onto his stomach. Julie stood beside the bed and gently laid a hand on it, watching Frank's eyes for any sign of distress.
"It's ok. I was just worried I'd hurt you when I saw you, Like maybe I bit you or took it too far. It'll come back to life in no time. You can touch it. Go ahead."
Nodding her understanding, she wrapped her hand most of the way along his base and lifted it up into the air. He was surprisingly heavy. Julie caught movement in her peripheral vision and looked over to see Jo in a similar position with her son, stroking him slowly as she leaned against her side of the bed. Julie realized she was following her just as Mark had followed his dad. She was in control.
Julie used both hands on Frank, one to keep him upright and another to slowly stroke his length. It was crazy that her fingers couldn't reach all the way around his girth. It felt like grabbing a cucumber sheathed in a warm gel sheathe. His foreskin moved easily over his blunted head. It looked more like one of those old war helmets where Mark's was like a bishop chess piece. She could see it growing, not like when Mark was about to cum but visibly swelling in her hands toward fully erect. How was she ever going to get this inside her?
"Baby steps," she said to herself and bent over to give the head a kiss. She heard Mark moan and knew that Jo was doing the same. Frank's scent was different than his son's... maybe it was his cologne but he smelled darker somehow, more woodsy. She tried to take him into her mouth. It was amazing how soft his head felt while still being so hard. Like a fully saturated sponge. She stretched her lips around the base of his head and let her tongue go to work.
Frank's hand gently caressed Julie's head, almost petting her. "That feels great," he told her. She barely heard it over Jo's moans. It sounded like just having her son's cock in her mouth was making her climax. Was Frank expecting the same thing? Would he like if she gagged on him? The length probably wouldn't an issue but Julie wasn't sure she could force his girth that far into her mouth without dislocating her jaw. It probably felt terrible for him... She couldn't imagine how many women he'd been with. From what she'd heard from Taylor's little sister, the Capshaws hosted half the high school at their sex parties every weekend.
Frank's hands took the sides of her head and lifted her up off of him. Looking into her eyes, he whispered "It feels great but this is about you. I'm ready; come here."
How did he know she was in her own head again? She carefully placed one knee on the edge of the bed and hopped up on his stomach like she was mounting a horse. He put his hands on her hips to steady her as she put hers on his shoulders. Her heat pressed against his belly button. From this angle, he looked much younger.
"Come here," he repeated and lifted his hips to tilt her forward. She half-collapsed on top of him, dropping to her elbows and laying on his chest. They were now face to face. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," she answered, looking into his eyes.
"You can tell me anything you know. Being close like this means that we share everything. There's no embarrassment, no fear. Just love. Look at Mark."
Julie turned her head and saw him lying beside his dad. His eyes were closed as Jo slid down onto him. Jo's hair had slid from behind her ears to cover her face but Julie could still tell how good they both felt.
"You're still a perfect fit, Marky. God it's been so long. Does Mommy's pussy still feel good to my big strong man?"
Frank's hands slid from her hips to her ass and she felt his heat shift between her legs. She had thought she would need to slide down to accommodate him but there he was, perfectly positioned at her gates.
Looking back, Frank's eyes told her everything. She nodded and he slowly eased forward. For a moment there was just pressure and then her resistance gave way and he was inside. She knew he was holding back to let her adjust but it wasn't as bad as she feared. One time, back when she lived at home, she got curious about one of her mother's gargantuan dongs and tried to take it. The rubber was harsh and unforgiving, nothing like the warm mass she felt spreading her open now. He felt his heartbeat connecting with hers. He didn't have to say anything but he did anyway. "Tell me if anything doesn't feel good. We can stop at any time. We are all here for you."
Julie tried to hush him but it came out as a grunt as she leaned back onto him. He slid further in, stretching her out as he did. It felt like a hot balloon inflating inside her. It felt like he was rearranging her guts to fit.
"My god you're tight" Frank exhaled.
She just heard it underneath Jo's squeals. He had said it to himself, not her. Julie opened his eyes and saw a new Frank. The nurturing father figure who had coddled and comforted her up until a few seconds ago was gone. The man she was straddling now was transfixed by what he felt between his legs: what her body did to him. Julie looked over and saw that Jo's body was shivering all over. Just connecting with Mark that way had made her cum.
A moment of clarity hit. Ever since The Talk she had fixated on their deception, the things they kept from her. She suddenly realized that all that time, almost their entire relationship, meant that they also denied themselves what was up to that point normal. She had dated Mark for almost six years but he was physical with Jo for just as long. They chose to stop cold turkey. For her. And when she - the reason why Jo couldn't be with her son anymore - started living with them, Julie had never once sensed any animosity from Jo. They changed their whole life for her and gave her nothing but love and support.
"Keep going, honey," Jo panted. "I know you have more, please keep going"
Did Mark just cum? Jo had been-
Julie's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp wince of pain. Frank had slid deeper until he hit her cervix and now pushed hard enough against it for her body to complain. She reacted and Frank's hands flung away. "I'm so sorry-" He began.
The nurturing Frank was back in an instant. But that's not what she wanted. The time for coddling was over. She wanted more of the other Frank. The Frank that thought she was tight. Julie stuck her finger in Frank's mouth and whispered "Shhh... you're on my cervix, that's all. So ease back a bit and fuck me, Daddy."
Another wince of pain as, impossibly, he grew larger inside her. She beared it and watched the smile spread across his face. "You ready for Daddy's cock, baby girl?"
Julie bit her lip and nodded as she started activating her kegels and rolling her hips.
Frank's hands reached up and took hold of her back. In a flash he was on his knees, lifting her body while still inside her. He swung her around and pushed her back onto the bed, straining the springs and positioning himself above her in missionary. "Say it again," he whispered.
She smiled and brought her legs up to grab the backs of her knees. "Fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours."
The bed lurched as Mark and Jo changed positions to match them.
"Where did you go, Marky?"
Julie looked over and saw Mark hovering over his mother with his hand between her legs. He was staring at her. A moment of confusion hit. What was he-
Mark lifted his hand from between Jo's legs and reached across the bed to Julie's face. His fingers were warm and wet and they squeezed her cheeks then slid into her mouth.
Julie recognized the taste immediately. Mark's cum, mixed with pussy juice and whipped into a lather. Mark knew her so well. Semen had always been her kryptonite. Something about it, even the thought of it, reliably put her into Slut Mode. She couldn't remember the last time Mark's load wound up anywhere besides her stomach, but now it was mixed with Jo. Mother and son together, smeared across her face and lips.
She sucked as long as Mark let his fingers linger in her mouth before returning to the bed to maintain balance where he was. Julie heard Jo scream out and knew that Mark was back inside of her, fucking her hard. She tried to look but her view was bouncy and hard to focus. Looking back toward the ceiling, Frank's bald head had bent down to look at her body as he jammed himself in and out of it. She was a little grateful his eyes weren't there to study her. She finally began to feel how good his cock was treating her. He knew just where to stop his thrusts, tapping her cervix without mashing it. She wondered what had taken his attention.
"Am I stretched out for you, Daddy?" She asked.
Looking back into her eyes, Frank's face had changed. Aside from being red and sweaty, she could read a frenzy behind his eyes that she quite liked. "I've been waiting so long for this, baby girl. You're my dream come true." He panted as he spoke, his volume modulating with his breathing. He reached one hand behind her head and pulled on the back of her neck. "Look how hard you made me."
As he lifted her head off the pillow, she looked down past her jiggling breasts and her abdomen to see his elephant trunk laying into her. With each downstroke, a bump distended out from underneath her belly button, disappearing whenever he withdrew.
"What the fuck!?" Her hand went to that spot and felt the hard bump re-appear. "I can't believe.... how far up... you're hitting me." She tried to tighten her fingers around the bulge, pushing past her muscle. "Can you feel that?"
"Uh huh," Frank panted. "You're my little girl now, inside and out."
"It's like I'm stroking you through my body. I can't believe it's not hurting me."
"Good," Frank shifted his angle down then brought her ankles up onto his shoulders. Julie lay back feeling with her hands where his dick was trying to poke out of her.
"Mark, you have to feel this. Where are you?"
A warm hand pressed down on hers. She slid out of the way so he could feel. As Mark's hand caressed her navel, Jo's face was suddenly on her shoulder, hot breath blowing into Julie's ear.
"Is Daddy fucking you good? Are you nice and wet for him?"
"It feels amazing," she turned and Jo's face was right there, half-lidded with ecstasy. They kissed.
"You've taught Marky so much. I can't believe what he's doing to me," she cooed on each exhale. "Thank you so much for this... No one's ever done me like Marky can. All those parties... all those boys... they're nothing compared to... oh god... here comes... another one..."
Julie reached up and pulled Jo's face into her neck before she deafened her. She could feel her body pushing into her each time Mark thrusted. Her sweat smelled like flowers.
Frank's weight was on her now, his stubble scratchy against her chin as he opened her with his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She could taste herself on him. "You're so tight... I can't slow down..." His breath came in quick pushes every time his hips slammed forward. "I've never... sorry but i'm about to-"
A surge of panic hit her. "Feed me!" She moaned into his mouth. "Feed me your cum, Daddy. Don't shoot inside. I want it in my mouth please, Daddy, please!"
Frank huffed and grunted. He pushed his body off of hers and Julie felt a cave open up between her legs as the gigantic dick slid out with a gush of wet and pre. Lightning quick, he was on his feet leaning against the wall at her side, head thrown back and moaning.
She didn't have to lean far. It stood so far out, past the length of her shoulder. Still holding Jo's shaking head, She propped herself up on an elbow and tried to impale herself on his shiny wet hardness. It was easier now since he was slick and she was starving. Not even making contact with her lips, she opened her jaw and shoved it in. The cockflesh was fiery hot and pulsing, throbbing, juicing. Pre-cum drooled from his slit in a continuous stream. She took hold with one hand. It was not enough. Letting go of Jo, she used both hands. She went in opposite motions, clockwise counterclockwise, separating at his middle and slamming hard onto her lips and his base, then rushing her fists back together.
Frank's legs shook, knees went wobbly. She felt everything through his cock. Felt the cum fill his tube at the base and pushed her thumb to keep it halfway up. He moaned louder, almost yelled at the sensation. She released as he thrust forward. It rifled into her mouth, the back of her throat. She gagged; he stepped back. Now just the tip between her pursed lips, seed flooding her mouth, hands slowing down, milking it out, helping it along the length of his shaft. It was thick, hot, tasted like Mark but different. Interesting, there was less of it than she expected. She tongued his slit to make sure she had it all then released him. He half moaned, half gasped, then slid back.
Julie thought about showing it to him, or drooling some out, maybe using some on her clit, but it was too precious. She swallowed it all. Nothing else mattered. After, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, His eyes were back on her, different again. There was some of the father in there, some of the lover, and some admiration. "Thank you, Daddy." She smiled.
"Thank you, Marky," Jo exhaled. "I can't believe you're still hard."
Julie heard the words then registered their meaning. She whipped over and took in the scene. Mark was leaning back but still inside his mother. Both of them were breathing heavily. She looked to Mark. "Did you cum?"
He nodded.
Julie looked to Jo. Her eyes were closed. She was floating somewhere that was not here. "Let me eat it."
"Mmmmm... what, honey?"
"I need it. Let me have Mark's cum."
"Her eyes opened. Finally a flash of jealousy. Julie understood. It was hers, she earned it. But still... the hunger.
"Feed her, Mom. Please. She loves it as much as you do."
Jo's eyes changed, softened as she looked at her son. She nodded.
Julie rolled on top of her. Kissed her. It was her turn to whisper "thank you." She slid down, planting her hands on Jo's breasts to push herself down between her legs. Mark backed off, making room. Julie's feet slid off the foot of the bed, she spread her legs and bent her knees to keep herself on then dove into Jo's creampie.
Her first taste was a shock of potency. Mark had used most of his first load as lube for his second round so Jo's whole area was thick in a haze of scent and stickiness. Julie lapped at the sweaty skin of her inner thighs then cleaned her labia with long wide tongue strokes. Jo shivered and a dribble of white leaked from her hole. Julie was on it, planting her lips and sucking hard, not messing around. She tasted Mark and felt another wave start building inside her. Maybe feeling Mark's dad was so intense that she focused on the experience rather than the pleasure but for whatever reason his dick had not made her cum. Julie was sure that wasn't the plan; she'd have to make sure he didn't feel bad later on. But Mark's taste was automatic. She almost didn't need anything else.
But there he was. Sidling up behind her, sliding his knees inside hers. Her sex still felt gaped open. He was inside her before she realized it.
"Feed her, Mommy. She loves it so much."
Julie felt Jo's kegels activate and a glut of semen poured onto her lashing tongue. Using her hands to keep Jo's legs spread, she applied suction and drove her tongue inside to look for more. Jo's hips rolled as Mark thrust forward.
"You are so stretched out, baby. Can you even feel me?" He slammed forward to the hilt.
"God, I feel you, Marky. You fucking her is pushing her into me. It's like... you're fucking Mommy with our darling little girl."
"Yeah, Mom. Feed her my cum while I fuck you with her tongue." Mark's hands on her ass now, keeping him balanced as he slammed down and in.
Jo relinquished more of Mark's seed as Julie desperately rooted around with her tongue. She gobbled it up and let it slide down her throat. Her cavernous cunt was slowly returning to normal, forming around Mark's perfect-fit cock as he slammed hard into it. She felt like a conduit between them. Felt his vigor, frenzied by Jo, and felt her trembling heat intensify every time Julie's face mashed into it.
Now relatively sure she had ingested all of what Jo was willing to give her, Julie shifted her focus north to Jo's clit.
"OH!" Jo screamed.
Julie smiled and exhaled, squeezed Jo's clit between her index and middle fingers, then pushed the flat of her tongue against it as she moved her hand quickly back and forth. She had a few tricks of her own. "Fuck me faster!" She moaned through Jo's sensitive skin. "I have her clit!"
Mark's pace picked up, pushing her hard against Jo's sex then pulling her away. She never let up on her suction, pulling Jo by her hood whenever Mark pulled back on her hips.
"OH FUCK! Oh Frank! They're fucking me so good, Frank! Come here!"
Julie didn't dare look up. It was hard enough to focus on her lips and tongue while Mark's battering ram edged her toward oblivion. Every time he slammed down, the bottom of his cock slid along her spot. Her legs were already jelly and the shaking had moved up to her stomach. It was all she could do to breathe.
"That's it, Mom. Taste Julie on Dad's cock."
Jo's screams were muffled now. Her body shook almost as much as Julie's.
"She's almost there, Mom. Let her taste your cum!"
Julie closed her eyes and started humming against Jo's clit. It was the last thing her brain knew how to do. Everything from her shoulders down was disconnected. All she felt was a hotline of intensity between her brain and her pussy. It was happening.
"MMm MMmmm!" Jo's voice under onslaught. Her body spasmed and shuddered. She squeezed everything.
Behind Julie's eyelids, the darkness bloomed with soothing orange warmth. Blood vessels surged. She broke contact with Jo's quivering pussy and inhaled her scent. That bloom exploded in flashes of white heat and trailing color. Mark pushed Julie's flailing body forward and she screamed into Jo's cunt. That was it. That was everything.
Julie came back to her senses lying on her stomach and covered in sweat. The bed was bouncing around her. She looked up and saw Jo on all fours. Frank was behind her while Mark kneeled in front of her.
Both men stopped as she sat up. "Was I out long?"
"Just a minute or two," Mark answered. "No crying this time. Just lots of moaning and flailing."
Julie smiled. "That's good. What did I miss?"
Mark pulled out of Jo's mouth and started walking around the bed.
"I've been fluffing for you, honey. Our men have one final gift for you."
As Frank pulled out of his wife Julie saw her asshole momentarily turned into a black hole. It started closing as Jo turned and sat on the side of the bed, beckoning Julie to join.
She brought her still-shaky body up on all fours and crawled over. Her knee hit a cooling wet spot that did not surprise her.
"Kneel down here, honey" Jo had her legs spread to make room in front of Mark and Frank as they both stroked. "It's time for dessert."
Now understanding, Julie let out a squeal of delight as she flopped down on the hotel carpet. She scooted her ass against the side of the bed and felt Jo's legs frame her. Mark's mom scooted up behind her and pulled her hair back out of the line of fire.
Both men stepped forward.
"Say 'ahhh'", Mark said with a smirk.
Father and son stepped to within a few inches as Julie opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She watched their faces as they took aim. Jo's hands caressed her neck and kept her hair back. Julie looked up and Jo cradled her head in her hands. Looking down, Jo smiled. "This was supposed to be about us pleasing you, but you've made all of us cum instead."
Julie smiled. She didn't know what to say..
"I'm ready," Frank said in a husky whisper.
Back on topic, Julie lifted her head and held her mouth open. She watched Frank use one hand on the base of his shaft and balls while the other made quick circling motions over the tip of his head. All that length and he wasn't stroking at all.
Frank began to moan and point himself at her face. She knew she should close her eyes but she wanted to see. Besides, his cum was so heavy in her mouth and he was up so close to her that she didn't expect him to shoot far.
Frank went up on his tip-toes and let go of his cockhead. It trembled and bobbed as he clenched down on his balls then a moment later thick white toothpaste started dribbling out of his slit. She eagerly caught it as it fell onto her tongue and chin.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."
She knew those words anywhere. Mark had said them ever since their first time. Before his father was done milking his load out, Mark exploded in a wild blast. It was thinner and much faster than Frank's. A spatter crossed her brow and burned hot on her forehead. Another shot hit the side of Frank's shaft, ricocheting back onto her cheek. She momentarily left Frank to get as close as she could to Mark's head. There wasn't a ton but he was shooting wild and she didn't want to miss any more. She latched onto his head and felt the last three spurts coat the top of her mouth and drip down to mix with Frank on her tongue.
After waiting for Mark's final shiver, she moved Back to Frank and held his penis to the side so she could lick clean his son's errant fire. Then, careful not to spill any from her mouth, she suckled his head and ran her tongue along his slit to get his last drop. Finally, she reached up to her cheek and forehead and tried her best to wipe Mark's jizz off her skin and feed it past her pursed lips.
Again, she thought of doing something fancy: gargling it for them or letting it drool into her palm before sucking it back up. But what she really wanted was it down her throat so she took a deep breath and swallowed everything down.
There was a moment's reverie as the taste lingered, then Julie smiled and looked up at them. "Round four, anyone?" Everyone started to laugh.
Later, after bathroom breaks and sips of champagne, The four of them lay naked together in the bed. They had pulled the covers up even though it was still bright out. Mark lay on the far left, spooning Jo as they both lay on their sides. Julie lay facing Jo with Frank spooning her on the far right. Even soft, Frank had enough length to fit through the gap in Julie's thighs. Impossibly, Mark had retained a semi after that last blast and was now fitted snug inside his mother. The four of them embraced and held each other close, warm and cozy under the covers.
"How do you feel, honey?" Jo whispered close.
"Aside from stretched and satisfied?" Julie smirked.
A chuckle from Frank made her body shake with his. Jo reached up and caressed her cheek.
"It will take some time to process it all," Julie continued. "But it felt totally different. I felt you both there for me, not the other way around you know?"
Tears streamed from the corners of Jo's eyes.
"Was that- I didn't mean to say the wrong thing, Julie caressed Jo's face in turn.
"You didn't, dear. These are happy tears."
"I'm sorry I took him away from you," Julie's whisper cracked.
Jo shook her head.and wiggled her hips. "Marky's growing up and becoming his own man. This was always part of it. I'm just so glad he found you."
Julie felt her own eyes welling up. "Well you taught him well." She turned her head and leaned back against Frank. "And I'm sorry things got so... messy. I should've warned you that I get that way."
Frank smiled and whispered back. "I took it as a compliment., and I was ready for it. We really are subscribers. I've watched every video that you and Mark have made. You're quite a star."
"It's mostly Mark," Julie demurred. "It was his idea, he made the website and does most of the camera work. Nobody would pay to see me without him."
"They pay to see both of you. Together," Frank responded. "It's kept us close to you, in some weird way."
Julie chuckled. "You know... when I was living with you guys, I thought a lot about adoption. I mean I was almost an adult already so it wouldn't have... but it would mean a lot... to me."
"I think your parents would have something to say about that," Jo whispered.
"I know. It's probably not worth the trouble, but do you guys mind if I call you Mom and Dad? When it's just us?"
"Of course, honey. That's how we think of you already." Jo kissed her forehead, then her lips.
A moment of comfortable silence passed between them. Julie began to feel drowsy.
"So what's next for you two?" Frank asked. "I would ask about a Master's but it seems like you've already figured out what you want to do, Mark."
Mark nodded over Jo's shoulder. "The website's going strong, and the videos are good but I think the future's in streaming. I want to make it where fans can chat with us and see us in real time. They could make requests for future videos or ask us questions, prove we are real and all that. Nobody's really doing that yet so I want to be the first."
Jo curled her arm back to cradle his face. "My Marky's so smart."
Mark's cheeks reddened. "We've been talking about buying a house."
"Staying up here?" Frank asked.
"We haven't decided. We've talked about here since we've made some friends, or maybe somewhere completely new like on a beach somewhere, or maybe even back home."
Jo's body hitched.
"Oh, not, like back in the house. But maybe in the neighborhood? It's just a thought. I know your parties have kind of become a tradition around town."
Jo shook her head. "It's nice to give the kids a place where they can be themselves, but it's really just to keep the house from feeling empty."
"Well, we'll have to discuss it. Julie, are you still awake?"
Julie opened her eyes and whispered "yes, I'm just resting my eyes, listening. I feel so cozy. Mark, can we stay here tonight? Just like this?"
"Sure," Mark said. "But I think we have dinner reservations. It's still early."
Julie nodded her head. "First a tiny nap, then dinner, then back here, ok?"
Both Frank and Jo were softly rubbing their daughter's arm. Jo leaned in and whispered into her ear "whatever you want, honey."
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