The Friday morning sun came in through the gaps in the master suite curtains, cutting through the dimness of the room and illuminating the tangled web of naked bodies on the king-size bed. I woke up feeling light, but with my cock completely rock-hard, throbbing and burning with the sexual tension accumulated throughout the week. Beside me, Mom was fast asleep on her stomach, her plump, lifted ass turned right in my direction, her hips slightly raised among the sheets.
Without saying a single word so as not to wake Bia and Sophia, I pulled Mom's hips toward me slowly, adjusting her body to fit mine. I aligned my rigid shaft with the wet entrance of her sex and sank all the way in with a single push, entering deep inside my mother while she was still in the land of dreams.
"Mmmhh... Lucas?" she let out a muffled gasp into the pillow, her eyes slowly fluttering open, filled with a mix of surprise and pure pleasure.
"Good morning, Mom..." I whispered into her ear, gripping her curves firmly and starting a hard, deep, and steady rhythm.
Her reaction was instant and dirty. Instead of complaining, Mom pushed her hips back hard against me, taking my dick even deeper and grinding against my crotch. The sound of wet, heavy thrusts and her needy moans quickly woke Bia and Sophia. The two of them propped themselves up on the pillows, resting their chins on their hands to watch the morning sex with naughty smiles and hungry eyes.
I pulled her by the waist, getting her onto all fours on the bed. Kneeling behind her, I began pounding her with everything I had, making her ass slap loudly with every impact. My hands roamed over her back and squeezed her buttocks tightly as she moaned out loud, completely surrendered to my dominance. I picked up the pace, driving all the way to the hilt until I felt Mom's entire body tremble and contract in a violent morning orgasm. I gripped her hips with total force and dumped my first heavy load of the day deep inside her womb, sealing our wake-up in the best possible way.
Two hours later, the house was a buzz of excitement and anticipation for the trip. For the car ride, no one bothered to wear normal clothes; the mood of total libertinism had already taken over the family. Mom chose a black string swimsuit, absurdly high-cut, which left almost the entire side of her body and her groin completely exposed, covered only by a sheer silk sarong tied loosely at her hip. Sophia wore only a tiny red crochet micro-bikini with adjustable string ties that barely covered her nipples and areolas, leaving her bottoms so minuscule they seemed to vanish between her butt cheeks. Bia opted for a completely see-through white lace top without a bra, revealing her hard nipples in full detail, paired with an unbuttoned, open denim miniskirt with no panties underneath.
We loaded the bags into the trunk of the SUV and got into the car. The cool air conditioning contrasted with the heat radiating from their bodies and the teasing that went on while I drove through the city streets toward the center.
A few minutes later, I turned the corner onto Letícia's street. She was already waiting for us on the sidewalk next to a small suitcase, dressed in simple clothes that stood out against the luxury and filth of my women. As she saw our car pull up, Letícia's face showed a mix of anxiety and total submission. She knew exactly what her role was going to be this weekend. As our personal slave, she wasn't coming as an honored guest, but as a servant for the family.
We pulled the SUV up right in front of her. Sophia rolled down the back window, looking Letícia up and down with an authoritative smile.
"Hello, Letícia... I see you're ready," Sophia said, her voice dripping with dominance. "Put your suitcase in the trunk and get in. Your mistresses and your master don't like to be kept waiting."
Letícia swallowed hard, nodded, and obeyed immediately. She stowed her luggage and climbed into the back seat, settling in between Mom and Sophia. As soon as the door shut, Mom grabbed Letícia firmly by the chin, pulled the girl's face forward, and planted a long, deep, dominating tongue kiss right on the slave's mouth, making it crystal clear from the very first second who was in charge and where she stood.
Letícia accepted the kiss with a breathless gasp and flushed cheeks, completely surrendered. With our servant properly recruited and under the absolute control of the harem, I stepped on the gas toward the dirt road—and the limitless use of our new toy was about to begin.