Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V

... “Pound that thing. Don’t be gentle!”

I reached around and felt her tits as I pumped. They were soft with hard nipples. She had a pleasant earthy smell, like you might expect a cave spirit would have. She squeezed her asshole against my cock, causing her creamy flesh to slide in and out of her asshole against my cock with each stroke. The sensation of the cave spirit’s asshole was indescribable. I felt my balls tighten as I shot my second load since we had entered the cave. The spirit groaned. My mom leaned forward, her cunt gaping even wider, and the two dissolved into a deep soul kiss while I unloaded shot after shot into the cave spirit’s ass.

I pulled out, my cock still dripping pearls. The moment I was free of the spirit’s ass, Cora and Sheena sucked at my cock, drinking every drop they could from me. Even after I was dry, they kept going. It didn’t take long until I was hard again. They brought me to the front of the dais before the growing crowd that had to number fifty or sixty by now. They tag teamed my cock with their mouths, sucking it all down their throats, flicking their tongues across the head. Within minutes I was ready to shoot again. Cora grabbed my cock, pointed it at the cheering crowd and stroked it until I shot thick ropy threads into the audience, to a raucous roar.

My mom came up behind me. “You’re not thinking of getting soft yet, are you?” She pushed onto my back and sucked my cock until it got hard yet again. She climbed onboard, and the ...

... blue cave spirit pulled her creamy, gaping cunt wide open above my face.

Everything just blended together. An endless stream of orgasms, of my sisters’ bodies, my mom’s body, and the cave spirit’s blue skin. Finally, hours later, we all lay on the dais as the last of the party-goers filtered out.

We were utterly spent, but utterly satisfied.

* * *

It was a hot mid-September evening. I walked inside. My sisters, who had moved in, were in their rooms studying but my mom was out in the pool. I stripped and joined her.

“You were over the cave?” she asked.

“Yeah, her wi-fi was wonky, I had to fix it.”

“I guess she appreciated your work. Your money shot is already up on her OnlyFans.”

Since we were going to have parties in the cave for the foreseeable future, we had decided to deck it out. The throne room was the dance floor. The chamber to the east was a pool and jacuzzi. And the chamber to the north had three stages with brass poles. We had hooked up wifi and got some tech for the cave spirit. She took to social media immediately and, for a girl who never left her cave, she was the hottest thing on the web. Her OF, CaveCunt, was in the top 5% and her Insta and TikToks pushed the limits of what the platforms allowed. Her Twitter had made #ThatStalagmiteThang the hottest tag of the month.

My aunt and grandmother were trying to get back in her good graces and had almost succeeded. I figured it wouldn’t be long before I was pounding my grandmother’s ass at one ...