Early in the morning of the next day, the last day of the weekend, the light of the new dawn slowly crept in through the bedroom curtains, gently waking me from my slumber. Bit by bit, I gradually woke more and more, until I fully came back to my senses.

Lying beside me under the covers of the bed, just as naked as I was, was my mother. The sheets covering our bare bodies as we slept together had slowly crept down during the night, so that now, as I woke up, I was greeted by the glorious sight of her ample breasts resting there as her chest gently moved with her every breath.

Mum’s breasts were the best. Between her tanned, smooth skin and the fullness of her size, not to mention those perky, cute little nipples, I could never resist playing with this set of tits whenever they graced me with their presence, and this morning was no different. As I lay there next to the woman whose breasts I was now gently playing with, so gently as to not wake her, something exciting occurred to me.

Since my mother was pregnant with my baby, it meant that soon her breasts would start to grow slightly bigger. Not only that, but she would eventually start producing breast milk and the idea of tasting her milk right from the source was something that made me rather excited.

With a stiff, twitching erection under the sheets, I pulled myself away from Mum’s amazing chest and slid down under the covers. I was completely hidden under there as I found my way in between my mother’s legs, to the pussy that once gave birth to me and that would give birth to my daughter in eight months' time.

Ever so gently and ever so delicately, I started to play with my mother's sensitive womanhood, trying my best not to wake her just yet. Considering the fact that I hadn’t ever really masturbated after I lost my virginity because Mum was always more than a little keen to take care of my needs whenever they arose, at this point, I was more familiar with her pussy than my own cock.

Because of this, my mother slowly started to grow wetter and wetter from my touch. Not to mention, she started to slowly let out a handful of slight moans in her sleep. Morning oral sex wasn’t so much a tradition that Mum and I had started, but a rule she insisted on enforcing. As such, it was the responsibility of whichever party woke up first to wake the other up with an orgasm. If they failed or ignored their duty, as punishment, the offending party would be forbidden from cumming until the other said they could. Since Mum could be quite torturous with this punishment, I was well motivated to make her cum before she woke up fully.

Luckily, I knew how to please my mother better than most husbands knew how to please their wives, and it wasn’t long until my fingers and tongue were making her gush with orgasmic bliss. As the throes of an orgasm stirred my mother awake, I crawled back from under the sheets so that I could greet her good morning with a kiss on her lips.

"Oh, honey, how did I ever wake up properly before you." Mum giggled as our morning kiss parted. I couldn’t help but notice the way she licked her lips, savouring the taste of herself that had lingered on my lips.

From my position atop my awoken mother, I responded with my own flirtatious laugh. "I imagine it was much less enjoyable."

As if to prove my point, I slid my cock into her tight, wet pussy as I said that. Mum’s hands instantly found themselves coiling around my broad, muscular shoulders, clinging onto me for dear life. The woman let out several moans and gasps as I pushed myself deep inside her, again and again.

Making love to my mother in the early hours of the morning like this, was one of the best things in life. From the way, our chests pressed against each other, and our lips soon found each other in their own intimate embrace, it was all too good. When you further add the fact that Mum’s vagina was pretty much sculpted to be the lock to the key that was my cock, it was no surprise that I was soon on the edge of cumming. 

That said, I was skilled enough at holding myself back that I could push back my own climax until she had her second for the morning. And when my mother reached that point, I exploded inside her, letting out all the cum my drained balls had built back up over the course of the night.

After our respective orgasms, we both silently lay in bed, just holding each other. Technically, my cock was still hard and still inside her, but we weren’t really having sex in the traditional sense of the word. In time, I spoke up, breaking the comfortable, intimate silence that we were sharing. "Are you going to go into the office today, Mum?"

"Nope, It’s my day off and I’m going to spend every minute of it here, spoiling you." She responded as she tightened her hug on me, pushing my head even further into her bosom.

"What if I wanted to be the one spoiling you?"

"Then we can take it in turns spoiling each other. And since you just spoiled me with a nice morning creampie, then that makes it my turn to spoil you." Mum smiled as she slowly pushed me down onto the bed and took up position, straddling my cock.

"That would only be fair." I laughed, but my laughter quickly turned into moaning as we went for round two.

Mum and I finally went down for breakfast after not one, but two more rounds of sex, one of which was in the shower. However, once we had dried each other off, my mother insisted that we didn’t put on any clothes just yet. Of course, I didn't refuse her, since no sane, straight man would ever refuse to look at the naked glory of the woman they love. But it wasn’t until we found our way to the dining hall that I got an answer to why she wanted us to remain naked.

All six identical bodies of Hex were here preparing a delicious breakfast for us, and each and every one of them was just as naked as we were. Once I saw this sight, Mum explained that from now on Sundays were going to be no clothes days, something that I was now quite eager for as it soon led to a lot of fun.

The rest of the day was filled with quite a bit of sex, more than even Hannah and I had engaged in when I overworked her pussy to the point where her vaginal muscles were aching yesterday. I even had sex with Hex again, at my mother’s insistence. Once I told Mum about the soul and how the crying made me feel weird, she reassured me that those weren’t tears of sadness, but joy. For some reason, it seemed like whenever Hex had sex with me, it really resonated with her and the faint hint of a soul within her golem core. I still didn’t know what this meant but it eased any doubts I had about using the golem woman’s pussy for my own carnal satisfaction since she seemed to enjoy it on some level.

However, as much as Mum and I wanted to spend each minute of the day spoiling each other in fun and perverse ways, literally spending over twelve hours doing nothing but sex, save for a few food and bathroom breaks, was physically impossible. Occasionally we would need to take breaks from the sex, and whenever that happened, I made my way out to the training court to further practise using my divine power.

Of course, I was still completely naked when I did this. It was no clothes day after all. That said, I wasn’t actually doing all that intensive training since I was naked and taking a tumble while not wearing clothes could have been disastrous. Instead, I was merely experimenting with my powers.

After a little over a half-hour of this during our first break, I spotted the naked figure of my mother slowly walking over to me. Given the way her body seductively giggled and swayed with every step, it was only natural for all of my attention to move over to her.

"Honey, I just received some news you might want to know about." The woman said as she approached. Given the fact that she didn’t immediately go in for a kiss or try to touch my cock, it was reasonable to assume that this news wasn’t of the sexy variety, but serious.

"What is it, Mum?" I asked as I dusted off some stray sand that was clinging to my legs.

"Only a few minutes ago it became official. Cromwell has been promoted to the position of Warden Arcanum and has been given a seat on the Council of Thirteen."

"Huh…" I mumbled as my thoughts bounced around in my head.

Cromwell’s promotion to the position of Archmage was expected, but given everything that has happened to me these past few days, I had completely forgotten about him and the encounter with him after my father’s funeral. I never really discovered what he was trying to get from the conversation we had and giving me his card, did I?

I had assumed he was after my family’s stolen relic, the Crown of Lust, but given that I found out my father wasn’t using it, how would he have known about it? There weren’t any other artefacts around either, so Cromwell’s claim that my father was borrowing things from the Arcanum Vault was a complete lie. There are too many questions surrounding that snake of a man, and too few answers. I need to-

"Oh!" My thoughts were interrupted by a pair of sensual lips wrapping themselves around the quickly growing girth of my cock.

Looking down at my mother, who had gotten down on her knees in front of me while I was deep in thought, it appeared as if our break from sex had come to an end already.