Chapter 11: A House In Mourning… Start Of Things To Come
Ten more years had passed, it was just months before the next family reunion, Damian passed away unexpectedly from heart failure and Braedon was given priority to merge his father-in-law's wives into his own household as new additional wives, which he did to honor his memory and prevent their abandonment. The government decided that it was initially in the best interest of the program if the wives from House Redle stayed put while new construction was completed on the approved expansion of the House Owens property. Learning from the collapse of several other Houses around the world, a new standardized modular layout for the properties and their infrastructure was implemented to facilitate potential future need to further merge the Houses.
Over the course of the next two years, House Redle was physically deconstructed, modified and relocated. Beverly and the other senior wives from House Redle were among the first to arrive to help with the transitionary period. Beverly had at first chosen to move to House Owens to be close to her daughter again and to see her grandchildren, but did not remarry Braedon because she was under the assumption that her permanent medical benefits from giving Damian four children pre-pandemic had been retained.
The government, however, informed her that the benefits were tied to the Redle House estate, which now no longer existed and so she needed to marry Braedon and make a legitimate effort to provide him with children to continue her medical benefits.
The problem was that Beverly had been recently diagnosed with a malignant melanoma and cervical cancer. After the scientific community confirmed that enzymes present in VY male seminal fluids had regenerative properties, Damian and his wife had planned to start having sex again so that he could share his regenerative gift directly to her cervix to hopefully cure the deadly cancer. Sadly, with the outrageous demand for his seed and many fertile wives awaiting impregnation, Damian hadn’t been able to spare more time to treat his wife before his untimely passing.
When Beverly saw her new OB/GYN doctor at Owens House, she asked when was the last time she had sex, which led to the first two treatments her deceased husband had provided before passing away. The doctor then asked her if she had discussed these treatments with Braedon, to which she reflexively responded, “Of course not! He’s my son-in-law!”
The doctor had recommended that she talk with Braedon, or at the very least, her daughter, about the cancers and the treatments she still required. "It may be incredibly embarrassing", the doctor had said, "but it is better to be embarrassed than dead, and either of these cancers will kill you if left untreated."
Beverly walked around the property contemplating what the doctor had told her, running thoughts of the extremely awkward conversation to be had with her daughter, and god forbid Braedon. She had even contemplated letting it go untreated and give up the ghost as she felt remorse over her already deceased husband, but the thoughts of Savannah and leaving her alone had kept haunting her.
As the sun set and everyone wound down for the evening, children headed in for dinner and bedtime, and wives had settled in to prepare for bedtime or their after-hours activities, Beverly had decided she couldn’t put this discussion off forever. She spoke to her Nav band to request Savannah to be summoned to meet her by the poolside. Savannah had confirmed, sending a response that she would meet her in fifteen minutes.
Beverly took a seat on one of the pool sofas near one of the grills while she waited for her daughter, but far away enough for privacy. Ten minutes later, Savannah strolled out of the house, following the navigation path provided by her Nav band’s AI. Her mom had waved to her as she stood up. As Savannah walked up to her mom, the two opened their arms to hug each other.
“You know I’ve missed you so much these past few years, Savannah. I want to do everything in my power to make sure that I’m here for you and the grandchildren.”
“Sure, mom, and I love you too!”
“Savannah, I haven’t told you because I didn’t want you to worry about me…”
“What is it, mom? What’s wrong? You can tell me anything. I’m your daughter. We’ve always talked about everything going on in our lives. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Savannah, I got diagnosed with skin cancer and cervical cancer about a month ago. The doctor told me that based on the progression of the cancers, left untreated, I would only have a few months to live.”
“Oh, my god, mom! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”
“Savannah, hold on. I’m not done yet. The doctor, having returned from a conference on results from various studies and clinical trials with VY, told me that there was actually some hope with the help of your father. He said that all we had to do was have regular sex to treat the cervical cancer and spread some of his stuff where the skin cancer is, which isn’t a horrible thing since it is on one of my breasts.
So, he helped me out that first night, and a week later we had time together again, so I received a second treatment. But then, before we had another night together, he had his accident and died.”
“Oh, geez, mom! Have you seen the doctor here yet?”
“Yes, I saw her this afternoon, and she confirmed the cancers are still there and they don’t appear to have gotten worse, but there is also no evidence that they have gotten better, either. However, the doctor here gave the same advice and said that she had observed what appeared to be improved skin health with several of Braedon’s wives since his arrival at the house, so the basis for the treatment appeared sound and that I may just need more treatments.”
“Wait, mom, what are you saying?”
“There’s no easy way to say it, and I’ve been trying to think of a better way to broach this whole subject, but it’s going to be more than a little weird no matter how I do it. If I’m going to see the new year and hopefully many more, I’d have to have traditional sex with Braedon and put his stuff on my breasts where the skin cancer is.”
“Okay, first off, mom, it’s called cum. Second, you can just say that you need to fuck Braedon. He’s already having sex and impregnating over two-thousand women now, so I’ve had to get past any jealousy and insecurities I had because he really has no say in the matter. If you and Braedon having sex means that you’ll be in my life and be there to talk to for many years to come, then that’s a small price.”
“Well, I wish that was the only uncomfortable topic that I needed to discuss with you.”
“There’s more?”
“Apparently, my lifetime free health insurance expired when your father passed away and they dissolved his house. The administrator informed me I’m required to attempt pregnancy at the very least after marrying Braedon in order to have medical coverage again.”
“Okay, mom, compared to you needing to have sex with Braedon, this is small potatoes. You’re marrying him right now!”
“Huh?”
“Come on! Stand up! We’re doing this right now and we’re getting you your next treatment ASAP!”
“Alright, alright! I’d tell you not to get your panties in a twist, but this house kind of makes that impossible, doesn’t it? Ha ha!”
“Yeah, it sure does! Honestly, though, no one wearing clothes and everyone not working to hide their imperfections is really liberating.”
As Savannah and her mom briskly walked towards the house, Savannah spoke to her Nav band, “Path to my husband.” The pathway lit up, directing them to the room Braedon was in. They arrived five minutes later in the bedroom where one of the wives was busy working Braedon’s meat log as they bounced up and down cowgirl style.
Braedon, having been startled seeing the door quickly swing open had peeked around to see Savannah and Beverly in the doorway. He had become frozen mid-thrust upon see his mother-in-law watching him mid-coitus. Unphased, Savannah continued the little piece she had prepared to speak.
“Sweetie, I know you’re busy like usual and I hate to interrupt Shelly, but we have very urgent business that we require Braedon for. Can we steal him for…?”
“Mom, how much time do you think it would take to get your treatment?”
“Oh, my god, Savannah! I think an explanation is in order first!”
“There’s no time for that right now. We can talk with him about it tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay, okay, fine, I don’t know… maybe ten or fifteen minutes?”
“Do you mind, Shelly?”
“Wow! No, it’s fine as long as I get back to riding this pony after you’re done, but you gotta invite me to join all of you tomorrow.”
“I suppose it’s only fair. Okay, create a group event for Braedon, Savannah, Beverly and Shelly to meet by the pool for brunch tomorrow afternoon”, she had directed her Nav band.
With that done, Shelly lifted her body up and off Braedon’s creamy fireman pole and as Braedon had leaned over to get up, Shelly had given him a quick firm smack on his butt cheek, “Hurry back, stud! I’m not finished with you, he he!”
Savannah then requested the AI in her Nav band to give a verbal request to Braedon to select Beverly as a new wife, at which point Braedon’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he coughed on the glass of water he was drinking from the bedside table.
“What?! Savannah, she’s your mom!”
“I know, Braedon, just trust us with this. We’ve already talked about everything. We’re doing this, and we’re doing this right now. No questions, mister.”
“Okay, fine, I trust you.”
The OLED panel embedded in the bedside table turned on and showed an incoming request. Braedon waved his Nav band over the table and the wife selection request popped up with a mostly empty report since Beverly hadn’t needed to be screened, being already married to Damian. Braedon went to the last page and confirmed the selection. Beverly then received a verbal request to accept her selection as a new wife to Braedon Owens. Hesitating only long enough to take a deep breath, “Confirmed, I accept and take Braedon Owens to be my husband.“
“Okay, now that that’s done, time for the two of you to get busy. Mom, ahem, I mean Beverly, will tell you where she needs you to cum. No questions, just give her everything you’ve got in those big saggy wonderful full balls of yours, honey, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m gonna head to our Master Suite to take a bath and head to bed. Love you!”
Half frozen with nervousness at the prospect of having sex with her son-in-law, nay, he’s her lawful husband now, Beverly told him she needed him to put his white stuff as far up in her mommy place and then anything he had left after that needed to go on her breast, she pointed to where the skin cancer discoloration was.
Seeing as how Beverly had moved to House Owens as a visitor technically, she hadn't been obligated to comply with the House laws, such as the nudist dress code. That would now be among the first of several difficult changes that she would now have to accept as her new reality. Also, of concern to Beverly was that she was pretty sure that she had already entered menopause, which could be a problem with the ICPD administrator telling her she would have to make "legitimate" effort to give Braedon children.
Should she roll the dice and hope it eliminated her cancers before they discover she is infertile? All she knew for certain was that she was moments away from crossing that age-old line that every mother-in-law knows is strictly forbidden to cross. You don't screw your daughter's husband… her husband?
Braedon extended out his upturned hand to Beverly. She placed her hand in his and he lovingly pulled her closer to him where he had remained seated on the edge of the bed.
“I would take more time to ease you into this, but seeing as how our time is limited, let’s get you started by taking those restrictive clothes off you.”
Braedon had begun by unbuttoning her blouse, then gently slid the top off her shoulders to allow it to drop to the floor. For the first time, a hidden beauty that it was a crime to ever cover up greeted him. Trapped inside a creme-colored bra were a set of twins that practically begged to be let free, a wish which Braedon was more than happy to grant as he reached to the middle clasp to allow her wonderful heavy globes to drop.
“I don’t know why you’d want to see my old saggy boobs, especially after they’ve been drained of milk for decades now and have resembled deflated water balloons for decades now.”
“Beverly, what I see are a beautiful set of breasts, with perfectly sized areolas and adorable little nipples daring to be pinched.”
“Don’t you dare pinch me!” Beverly tried to stop him as he reached his devilish fingers closer. It was no use though as Braedon's other hand had swooped in like a fighter plane diving in to make their kill. Beverly couldn’t help it as she emitted a high-pitched squeal and leaned forward against Braedon to force him on his back as she returned the torture by tickling him on his side.
“Okay, okay, just take the rest of my clothes off already. Geez, I didn’t realize you were such a horn dog!” Beverly said out of breath. She whipped her bra off the rest of the way and slid her long skirt down in record time, so fast it shocked Braedon how anyone could get naked that fast. Then she leaned back down to face him again on her side. “So, how are we going to do this?”
“We can basically do this one of two or three ways the first time until you get back into the swing of things again.”
“Oh? I’ve only done this one way each time I got pregnant with my children back in the day, that being on my back.”
“Missionary style it is then”, Braedon gets onto his knees and allows her to lean back onto the pillow.
“Do you mind if I move the pillow under my hips this first time? I think it would be more comfortable for both of us.”
“Sure thing, Beverly. Whatever position works best for you. I want you to be as comfortable and at ease as possible.”
Starting out, Beverly was very dry, which didn’t surprise her knowing she was likely starting menopause, so she recommended some lube. This not being the first time dealing with dryness, Braedon quickly dove in with his tongue to get her good and wet. This took Beverly completely by surprise and she tried to clamp her thighs together, but Braedon was already fully engaged on her clit with the tip of his tongue and after ten or twenty seconds she relinquished opening her thighs again. His technique having improved considerably over the past twenty years, he had her drenched in juices like a hot apple pie!
“Oh, my sweet Jesus! I haven’t felt this amazing since the first time Damian and I made love. If you keep going like that, you’re going to make me baste your face like a Thanksgiving turkey, Braedon!”
“I’m not holding back anything, you spicy cougar! I’m gonna make you cum so many times this week, you’ll need a dam just to hold back the flood waters. Your insides will feel like putty and the only thing you’ll be able to do is beg me to shove your husband's cock back inside and fill you back to the brim with my cum over and over again.”
“I did not know you had such a strong sexual appetite for your mother-in-law this whole time, you dirty boy! I think I’ll have to discipline you for those dirty thoughts you’ve been harboring for mommy.”
“Maybe you will, but it’s my turn to ravage you first. After all, time is short, and the clock is ticking. I’m going to give you billions of taboo reasons in your pussy to punish me!”
Knowing she was good and ready, he lifted his head back up and lined up his love log with her dripping wet canal and, applying gentle pressure, slid in his entire length like he was going down a water slide. God, was his mother-in-law turned on and ready for him to fuck her brains out!
He immediately picked up the pace and started furiously pounding the all living hell out of her well-used mommy cunt, impatiently thrusting in and out of Beverly’s sweet, delicious, hot, taboo pussy. “Oh yeah, cum in mommy’s pussy! I can tell you've craved this pussy for a long time, haven't you? Tell me how much you want this pussy.”
“I've dreamed of having my cock in your pussy since the first time I met you. You do not know how many times I jerked myself off thinking of what it would feel like to fuck your pussy and give you a messy creampie.”
“Then give me all your hot cum, baby! Cum in mommy now and give me that creampie you've fantasized about for so long! I wanna have your babies, Braedon. Come on, fill me up with your baby batter and don’t stop pumping this thick cock of yours until you shove all your cum up inside me!”
Braedon having been going as fast as he could, wasn't able to hold back any longer with Beverly's sexy talk, he was primed to erupt after only a few minutes, and with a mighty thrust drove his entire rod to the hilt, slamming hard, bottoming out with such force to drive her into her own intense orgasm. “Oh shit, I’m cumming! I’m gonna make you and your daughter pregnant!”
“Oh my god, that is so hot! Fuck your baby into your mommy and knock me up so both our bellies and tits get big and heavy.” Having not cum in Shelly earlier, his cum had still been building, and he dumped a dump truck load of cum into her ailing cervix, coating the cancer with a thick, gooey, potent helping of regenerative juices.
Before he was done cumming, he pulled out and directed another couple heaping blasts of healing lotion onto the spot on her breast. Exhausted from his frantic enthusiasm about getting to finally fuck his mother-in-law, whom he’d had the hots for since he first met her, Braedon slouched back onto the bed, sprawled out on his back. Beverly asked if he minded if she lie on the bed in this position for a while to give his treatment time to do its magic, to which he responded he was completely fine with it.
Beverly slid over to one side and propped herself back up on the pillow, but also told him he was free to use the other side of the bed if he wanted to finish with Shelly. A few minutes later, Shelly returned to finish what she had started, and to marvel at her husband’s handiwork on Beverly lying next to them.
Continued in Chapter 12: The Power Of Love
