Caroline returned carrying an ancient cordless phone. Her voice was as smooth as milk. “Amber, it’s your mom.”

  Amber’s eyes widened, and a look of mortification came onto her face. Then she frowned in annoyance, reaching for the phone. “Here, give it to me.”

  But Caroline held it away, motioning to the chair. “Sit back down first,” she said quietly, planting herself in the chair again.

  Amber looked confused for a moment, then understanding came to her. Slowly, she settled back onto Caroline’s lap, her naked body trembling slightly.

  Only then did Caroline hand her the phone.

  Amber spoke in a voice that sounded impressively normal, if catty. “Merry Christmas, Mom. Why are you calling me at this number?”

  The voice of Amber’s mother came through the line, scolding her.

  “You didn’t pick up your cell. Amber, what’s going on? I thought you were going to be here to open presents.”

  Amber rolled her eyes. “No, you didn’t, mom. I told you I was spending Christmas morning at Caroline and Ryan’s. You knew that.”

  There was a pause, and her mom said something I couldn’t hear, but it made Amber raise her voice.

  “Mom! That’s rude!”

  “I just don’t understand why you have to spend your morning with… that… situation. It’s not natural.”

  Caroline lightly scratched her nails on Amber’s waist, making her squirm and giggle.

  “It’s not a joke, Amber,” her mom continued. “People are talking.”

  “I know it’s not a joke, Mom. I’m serious about this.”

  Caroline’s fingers traced circles over Amber’s thigh. Amber shivered, putting her hand on Caroline’s, trying to keep it still.

  She took a deep breath, then spoke slowly. “And it’s not a ‘situation.’ These are the people I care about.”

  “Well, I sure can’t wait till you grow out of this experimental phase.”

  I knelt down in front of the chair. Amber’s eyes widened as she watched me, her mother’s voice still droning through the phone about reputation and proper behavior.

  “Wait a minute, Mom. I’m not growing out of it. I’ve grown into it. This is the—” Amber moved the phone away as I gently spread her thighs open.

  She opened them wider, repositioning her pelvis to give me better access. Then she defiantly returned the phone to her mouth. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

  “Well, what am I supposed to tell people when they ask about my daughter living across the street from... from…”

  “From what, Mom?” Amber’s voice cracked slightly as my tongue found her clit, making her grip the phone tighter.

  Amber covered her mouth with one hand to cover a gasp. Kate and Sofia watched with fascination as Amber struggled to maintain composure.

  “You know what I mean, Amber. That man with all those women. It’s not how we raised you.”

  “How you raised me,” Amber whispered, her voice breathy, “was to be honest and follow my heart.” She bit her lip hard as I continued my ministrations, her thighs trembling.

  “Well, your father is mortified. You won’t hear him say it, but—”

  “Because he’s too polite!” Amber interrupted, her words coming out in a rush. “And he wants… me to be happy.”

  Caroline’s fingers slipped into Amber’s mouth, muffling any sounds as I worked my tongue faster. Amber’s hips moved involuntarily as she sought more friction against my tongue.

  “We all want you to be happy, Amber, but this isn’t the way—”

  Amber pushed Caroline’s fingers from her mouth. “I’m twenty-five years old,” she said firmly. “I get to choose how I live my life.”

  I stopped licking her, slowly closing her legs, then I stood in front of her.

  “Of course you do, Amber!” her mom said in a sarcastic tone. “Nobody says otherwise. But you have to think about how this looks…”

  As Mrs. McAlister rattled on, I pulled out my cock, stiff and throbbing, and positioned it near her daughter’s face.

  Amber at once opened her mouth and took me in while her mother continued talking.

  “Amber? Are you listening to me? This is important. Your reputation, your future—”

  Amber made muffled sounds of agreement, the vibrations making me groan quietly. Caroline stroked her hair encouragingly while Kate and Sofia watched in amazement at Amber’s ability to multitask.

  “I just don’t understand how you can waste your time and throw away your life,” her mother went on.

  Amber pulled back just enough to whisper, “Uh-huh, Mom,” before taking me deeper into her mouth. I pressed all the way to the back of her throat.

  “And what about children? What about giving me grandchildren in a proper family?”

  This time Amber couldn’t help but smile around my cock. If only her mother knew.

  “I’m going to hang up now, Mom,” Amber managed breathlessly when she came up for air. “This is a pointless conversation. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

  She hung up quickly, handing the phone to Caroline as she looked up at me with glazed eyes.

  “That was great,” Caroline murmured, stroking her hair. “You handled that perfectly.”

  Amber quickly returned her attention returned my cock.

  Sliding from Caroline’s lap, she got onto her knees in front of me, taking one of my balls into her mouth while working my shaft with her hand.

  “We’ve trained her so well,” Caroline said, watching with a critical eye.

  Kate watched with a restless look in her eye. “She’s come a long way in just a couple of weeks. I think we can almost say her initiation is over.”

  Amber was busy, but she pulled her lips away with a sucking noise. “No,” she wined, “I’m still just learning. Please fuck me, Ryan.”

  Looking at me with her soft brown angel eyes, she lay back on the sheepskin rug, opening her legs to show her glistening slit. “You’re still training my pussy, remember?”

  I moved towards her, not taking my eyes off her. “Your pussy is taking to me just fine,” I said, moving over top of her.

  Amber gazed up at me, running her hands over my neck, much less shy than a few weeks ago. “After that talk with my mom, I just want you even more,” she whispered.

  Behind me, sitting in her chair, Caroline gave a sigh of contentment. “Just imagine a year from now… two years from now… this house will be filled with children. Our children.”

  “I hope so,” Amber gasped, her back arching as I thrust my cock inside her. “I want to be pregnant soon. I want everyone to see that I chose this.”

  The intensity built between us as I pumped in and out of Amber, the slick sounds mixing with her moaning as my other women watched.

  “My pussy’s better now, isn’t?” she mewled. “It’s… It’s perfect for your dick.”

  “It was made for it,” I said.

  Looking to one side, I saw Sofia sitting with her legs crossed, foot bouncing impatiently.

  “You’re right, Kate,” she said. “Amber’s initiation is officially finish. And she must be pregnant by now! Oyyyy, all that sperm!”

  “Yeah, she’s been getting first dibs every time,” Kate said from somewhere behind me.

  “Is no fair,” Sofia lamented.

  “It is fair,” Caroline said diplomatically. “We were getting Amber pregnant. But you’re right. I think we can go back to a normal rotation now.”

  “Is my turn next!” Sofia said, suddenly very excited.

  Kate was quick to disagree. “Uh, it was actually my turn.”

  “Paper-rock-scissors?” Caroline said.

  The rest of the conversation faded into oblivion as my climax exploded around my brain, leaving me aware of nothing but Amber’s tight, wet pussy.

  We lay together for a moment, gasping for breath. Then, slowly, as the room reconfigured itself and my senses came back to me, a certain black-haired kitten was all over me.

  “You’re so good to us, papi,” Sofia was whispering, kissing my chest, her fingers grazing over my balls.

  I smiled. “Did you beat Kate in paper-rock-scissors?”

  Chapter twenty-eight

  The spring air was fresh and warm as I strode through the gazebo park, my hair wet from the gym showers.

  My muscles were agreeably sore from a late afternoon squash game with a friend, and my stomach rumbled with hunger.

  Flowers were blooming in the gardens, and I saw a butterfly playing in the breeze. There were also a few of them fluttering around in my stomach, too.

  Today was a special day.

  For me. For my unconventional clan. For everyone.

  As I approached Como en Casa, pink lettering hung in the window, announcing the occasion amidst pink and red hearts — ‘Happy Mother’s Day.’

  The restaurant was already filled with a sizable crowd. Sofia had advertised the event on her social media, which had grown a big following.

  Sofia and the girls were a bit nervous about the event, and, to tell the truth, so was I.

  This wasn’t just a community celebration of Mother’s Day. It was also a kind of statement from us, and a final test of whether the community accepted us.

  This was all too clear as I entered the restaurant. People stood mingling in small groups, holding their drinks.

  Heads turned towards me. People greeted me, parting to make way. Caroline stood in the center of everything, like a living centerpiece of the celebration.

  She was more than eight months’ pregnant now, her belly big and round. But she flaunted it in a white, form-fitting pregnancy dress.

  The fabric seemed almost tailored around the enormous bump of her stomach, and stretched comfortably over the rounds of her hips.

  She stood with one hand resting on the top of her belly. Beside her stood Kate and Amber, my other two queens, equally proud in their pregnancies.

  Kate, at six months, wore a flowing emerald dress that accentuated her prominent bump.

  Amber glowed in a soft yellow sundress, her five-month belly creating a gentle curve that she displayed, caressing with both hands.

  As I crossed the floor toward them, the crowd parted naturally, everyone watching, greeting me with nods and smiles.

  “Evening, Ryan.” “Good to see ya.” “Congratulations on the babies.”

  I felt like a king entering his court, returning to his queens after a day’s absence.

  I stopped in front of them, letting them approach me according to their established pecking order. First Caroline came forward, lifting her face to receive my kiss as I placed one hand on her belly.

  Then Kate received her kiss, with Amber following quickly.

  Near the doorway, Sofia stood in her tight jeans that showed the incredible shape of her butt and thighs, tapering down to her thin ankles.

  The white apron was tied around her waist, and her white teeth glimmered behind red lipstick as Mrs. Donovan congratulated her on how far her business had come.

  Sofia glided towards me, beaming, pressing herself against me as I kissed her cheek.

  Mrs. Donovan followed with a busy air, zipping up her coat. “Ryan, I have to run, but congratulations again on your growing family.”

  She said it without any stutter or hesitation, and I got the impression she’d accepted us as a positive, if eccentric, feature of the community.

  “And thank you, Mayor, for the good work you’ve done.”

  The restaurant door chimed.

  Heads turned toward the entrance. Bill and Martha, our nosy neighbors, stood awkwardly in the doorway, both scowling as if they smelled a fart.

  At Martha’s feet, Snuggles the poodle emitted a bossy shriek to announce their presence.

  Oddly, it was not unusual to see them at Sofia’s restaurant. They came frequently, in fact, though always with an air of resentment.

  It took us a while to figure out why they chose to eat there if they were so scandalized by our unconventional relationship.

  We figured they initially came to spy on us, collecting gossip for their bridge nights. But in the process, Martha became addicted to Sofia’s cakes and empanadas.

  She’d even admitted once that she’d attempted to make them herself.

  Martha clutched her purse, her mouth set in its usual tight line of disapproval as she headed for an empty table. Bill shuffled along behind her, giving us sidelong glances.

  But Snuggles suddenly noticed me and lunged forward, straining against his leash and barking furiously.

  “Snuggles, quiet!” Martha hissed, yanking on the leash.

  But her eyes were doing exactly what the dog was doing—focused intently on our little group, drinking in every detail with morbid fascination.

  I smiled, giving them a friendly wave. “Bill! Martha! Good to see you. Happy Mother’s Day.”

  Caroline smiled beautifully. “Hey, you guys!”

  Bill’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “I… Er, Happy Mother’s Day to you too.”

  Martha’s grip on her purse tightened, and her eyes darted between Caroline’s enormous belly, Kate’s prominent bump, and Amber’s gentle curve.

  Snuggles, still focused on me, bolted towards me again, snarling and snapping his teeth, almost strangling himself on his own leash.

  Martha had to drag him across the floor and put him beside her in the booth before he finally stopped.

  Music suddenly blasted from a large speaker that had been set up, sending a heavy reggaeton beat vibrating through the floor.

  Martha jumped in her seat, and Snuggles scrambled in her arms, shrieking with anger.

  The volume went down, and the music changed to a sultry salsa rhythm. People were already lining up on the open floor, ready for the dance lesson that was part of the evening.

  Sofia had told me that ‘Abuela’ — the big bosomed hispanic lady in her kitchen — had started teaching salsa and bachata on Wednesdays and Saturdays. But this was the first time I’d been there in person to see one of her lessons.

  She emerged from one of the side tables — the same grandmotherly woman I’d seen bustling around Sofia’s restaurant for months.

  But this time she wore high-waisted leggings and a crop top that revealed a surprisingly trim waist compared to her full hips and pendulous boobs.

  Tucking a strand of silver hair behind her ear, she waved both hands in the air, moving her feet — and hips — to the beat. “Come everybody! Let’s warm up! One, two, three— One, two three — Let’s go!”

  “You like it?” Sofia was at my side, watching me.

  “Uh, salsa? Yeah, I like it—”

  She gave me a shove, smiling knowingly. “That’s not what I meant.” Then she nodded towards Abuela. “I hope you like it because that’s how I will look in ten years or so.”

  I put my arm around her. “Those Latina genes, huh?”

  Abuela’s hips swayed with a sensual rhythm that seemed almost incongruous with her maternal appearance.

  She began demonstrating the basic steps. “Move your hips, no just your feet!” she shouted, her body moving energetically.

  The makeshift dance floor quickly filled with people. I noticed my gigantic friend Warren standing head and shoulders over everyone else, his red beard bouncing as he tried to make his gangly form follow the rhythm.

  Sofia was already moving her body on the spot where she stood. I started following the steps.

  She brightened up, clapping her hands. “You’re good! Great job.”

  Amber was watching shyly. I could tell she wanted to try too. Caroline was sitting on a high chair, holding her stomach, tired but enjoying the sight of us having a good time.

  I took Amber’s hand, pulling her beside me. “Come on, do the steps.”

  Amber giggled as I guided her, her pregnant belly making the movements a bit more challenging.

  “You’re a natural,” I said, spinning her gently.

  “I used to take ballet classes when I was little,” she laughed, her yellow dress swirling around her legs. “Mom made me quit, eventually.”

  “Why?”

  She sighed. “I don’t know. Probably jealous that I was enjoying something she never got to do.”

  As we swayed together, I noticed her expression suddenly change. Her eyes had found something over my shoulder, and her face lit up with surprised joy.

  “Dad!” she called out.

  I turned to see a man in his fifties approaching tentatively, holding a small bouquet of pink carnations.

  He had Amber’s blonde hair, now going gray at the temples, and kind eyes.

  This was only the third time I’d met him—the first two encounters had been brief and awkward, though I could tell he meant well.

  Amber’s parents had initially hoped our relationship was just a phase. But when Amber announced her pregnancy, her father made the effort to meet with me properly.

  He clearly didn’t understand our arrangement, but he could see how happy his daughter was. Her mom, on the other hand, was going to take more time.

  “You made it!” Amber threw her arms around him.

  “Hey, sweety,” he said, hugging her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. “Wouldn’t miss it. This is your first Mother’s Day as a mother.”

  He shook my hand, warmly but with a slightly nervous smile. “Ryan. Good to see you again.”

  “Chris. Thanks for coming. I know it means a lot to Amber.”

  He nodded, then handed the flowers to his daughter.

  “That’s so sweet,” Amber said, kissing his cheek. “Is mom coming? Guess not, huh?”

  Her dad frowned, shaking his head. “Not today. But when the baby comes…” He trailed off, then managed a smile. “She loves you. She’ll figure it out.”

  The tender family moment was suddenly shattered by an ear-splitting bark.

  Snuggles had escaped Martha’s grip and came tearing across the restaurant, his little paws scraping the floor as he charged straight at me.

  The little white furball skidded to a halt at my feet, snarling viciously and baring his teeth.

  I knelt down and patted him, calling his bluff. It wasn’t like he could do any damage anyway.