As the small talk winds its way through the difficulties of work in a diner, the Shoebills' upcoming games against rival schools, what it's like being a "super FBI agent" (as Summer puts it), and whether K-Mom will divulge her secret recipe to the girl who's dating her daughter (no, she won't) -- Amelia surreptitiously slips a foot out of her shoe and extends her leg until she's resting her sole on the seat of your chair. It was a mistake sitting directly across from her, clearly.
"Really?" Amelia is saying, swatting at the air, laughing. "You must meet a lot of diplomats and dignitaries."
"Too many," K-Mom says. "You get to thinking the world is nothing but diplomats and dignitaries. But you don't get the real scoop from folks like that. The whistleblowers are the consulate workers, disillusioned intelligence agents, you know. By the time you're a diplomat, you're too invested in the system to buck it..."
Amelia is wearing stockings, and her gently wiggling toes, through the fabric, are rough against your skin. Especially your skin there, past your skirt. That collateral she took from you at BRB is coming back to haunt you. Amelia winks at you across the table as K-Mom prattles on. "Tell me more," she prompts your mother.
You pinch your thighs together, but that just traps her foot there. You stare madly at your plate.
"Well, you get to go to places that you've never even heard of, which is a perk. I mean, try finding Palau on a map. Bet you can't." K-Mom is always so proud when she gets going about her line of work. She doesn't notice you writhing in your seat beside her.
On your other side, Summer belches. "Scuse me," she giggles. She does that armpit-flashing back stretch she's spent so long perfecting. N-Mom doesn't even pretend not to be staring. "Say, I never did get that tour of the house Wes promised me. And I got pretty overheated moving books for Talia. Would you guys mind showing me to the nearest shower?" She slides her chair back, standing.
(Smooth, Summer. Real fucking smooth.)
With both hands, you try to grab Amelia's ankle and push her foot away, but Amelia is stronger.
N-Mom gives K-Mom a half-petrified, anxious look.
K-Mom rolls her eyes. "Just remember what you owe me," she says.
N-Mom jumps to her feet. "Shower?" She puts a hand on Summer's back and leads her away. "Uh, I'll t-take you. No problem... no, no problemo... uh."
Summer laughs. "How about you, babe? Wanna join in?" She asks. Not you, but K-Mom. It's a nakedly brazen proposition that pretty much shatters the pretext that this is strictly a house tour.
You go rigid as Amelia's big toe does something new. K-Mom gives you a suspicious glance. "Maybe in a bit," she tells Summer. "I need to see Mel out."
"Well, okay, Kay-Kay," Summer says. Her smile collapses. "Wait. No."
"C'mon," N-Mom says, lightly tugging on her wrist, impatient.
Summer kisses you. "Back soon..."
[ ] Spy on N-Mom and Summer
[ ] Stay out here with K-Mom and Amelia.
>[x] RIGGED VOTE
Try though you might to push Amelia's foot away from your crotch, she insistently keeps it there -- as soft and frankly pudgy as Amelia is, she's got a hidden strength that she can take advantage of when she wants to. Right here at your dinner table, Amelia is rubbing your bare cunt with the sole of her foot. Her sock's cotton fabric scrapes your tender flesh painfully. But worse than that is knowing there is nothing you can do to stop her.
"Are you all right, Wes?" K-Mom asks you.
You struggle even to just nod.
K-Mom glances Amelia's way. "You picked them up from that Talia woman's place, right? Do you know whether they did anything... you know."
"Sexual?" Amelia asks.
K-Mom nods. "Yeah."
"Are you looking to get Talia in trouble with the school?" Amelia asks. "That would be odd, considering that your wife is about do something sexual with Summer herself."
"Mom... m-mom, please..." You stutter.
K-Mom loops an arm around the back of her chair. "My girl can make her own choices romantically. She's old enough. I'm just concerned when she starts sleeping around all of a sudden."
Amelia pretends to commiserate. "Of course. You don't want your little girl turning into a slut." Meanwhile, she keeps jilling you off under the table, undetected. "Your suspicions are correct. Wes is in a sexual relationship with Talia." She pauses, eyes twinkling. Considering whether to go further. At last she adds: "and with me, too." She punctuates this by penetrating your twat with one of her besocked toes. Your eyes go wide.
K-Mom stands bolt upright, chair clattering under her.
"You aren't upset, are you?" Amelia asks teasingly. "I'll stop if you don't approve."
"I'm... surprised," K-Mom manages. "I mean, knowing Wes. I -- heard rumors about you -- from Whitney..."
"Oh, Whitney's such a blabbermouth," Amelia says. "Whatever you heard, subtract a few inches."
"So it's true? And you're d-- with Wes --"
"Curious?" Amelia says. She pats the empty chair beside her. "Do you want to take a peek, Mrs. Keki?"
She doesn't say yes or no.
The ball of Amelia's foot, against the lips of your cunt, presses cruelly down and rubs in fast, hard circles. She's gonna make you cum like this. You tremble and moan.
K-Mom swoops around the table and sits beside Amelia. Amelia leans back far enough for K-Mom to glimpse a sight that makes her face loosen in shock.
"You would... come into my home, and expose yourself... in front of my daughter..." K-Mom stutters, feigning outrage.
"I told you. I'll stop if you want. I'll go back home -- leave you alone, so you can go play with your wife and Summer. Or I can stay, and take Wes into her bedroom, get her out of your hair for a while. Or... maybe you'd like to get better acquainted with me?"
K-Mom is still staring at Amelia's lap. "It's got to be even bigger than Alabaster's--"
"Oh, it's very close," Amelia says. You shudder. Dad has a dick as big as *that*? You're not sure you wanted this information. "He's such an egoist. Asks me sometimes to have a literal measuring contest... but a lady never brags. I prefer the mystery." She tilts her head. "You can touch it, if you want. It won't bite."
K-Mom glances across the table.
Amelia reassures her. "It's nothing she hasn't seen before. Is it, Wes?"
"N-no..."
"Wes, why don't you go to room," K-Mom says. Her voice has a quaver to it.
But Amelia's stinking sock against your pussy -- you can smell the well-worn scent from here -- has you rooted firmly in place. "I wanna stay," you mutter. "It's okay." Amelia swivels her ankle around, and you buck your hips a little against her masturbatory motions.
"Wes likes to watch," Amelia says. There's a harsh terseness to her words. "She's a little pervert." She strokes K-Mom's hair a bit, and her voice goes sweet again. "So... won't you touch it? It's friendly."
"Just a little," K-Mom allows. Oh, mom. That's how she gets you. It won't be just a little.
K-Mom reaches down and gingerly wraps her fingers around Amelia's straining cock. Amelia coos. "That feels very nice. I'm on a bit of a hair trigger tonight, so I may ejaculate in your hand... all right?"
This seems to snap K-Mom back to her senses. She pulls her hand away from Amelia. "I think you'd better go."
But Amelia just searches through her purse, and pulls out the panties she stole from you. "Here," she says, handing them to K-Mom. "Use these so I don't make a terrible mess in your home."
K-Mom, doubtlessly ignorant of the fact that these underwear belong to you, takes them in her hand, and wraps them around Amelia's dick. She starts to tug and jerk in earnest now.
"Ooh, that's very, very nice..." Amelia says, practically purring. "You may be a lesbian, but you really know how to handle a cock. ... How do you like my cock, Mrs. Keki?"
"Wes..." K-Mom says. "If you want to go--"
"She doesn't want to go. She's a slut, just like you thought. Get that through your head. Of *course* the dirty little slut wants to see her mother jerk me off." Amelia leers at her. "Keep going -- I didn't tell you to stop..."
You can only meekly nod in agreement with Amelia's demeaning words. You've taken to keeping a tight grip on her ankle and literally jamming her foot as hard as you can against your creaming pussy. The pressure of her foot is so nice, and the unpredictable way she moves and flexes it create so many new sensations in your hardened clit... the thick smell is making you dizzy...
"That's it-- I'm cumming--" Amelia gasps. "Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop... milk me..." She luxuriously lets her head roll back and wraps an arm around K-Mom while K-Mom does all the work. After a long and drawn out orgasm that she sighs and mewls the whole way through, Amelia fixes K-Mom with a dreamy smile. "Do you mind if your daughter sucks my cock while you play with me?"
K-Mom falters again. "You-- cannot be serious--"
"Why not? She wants to suck it. And you're jerking me off with her panties anyway."
K-Mom lets go of the cum-sodden pair of panties like it's a hot stovetop. "W-what?"
Right before you get your climax, Amelia pulls her foot away, and says, "go ahead, Wes. Show her."
Your pussy actually clamps and aches from the revoked promise of relief. You see stars. "You... want me... to...?" you drawl. Amelia nods. So, standing, and trembling all over, you reluctantly but obediently hike you skirt, and show your own mother that you're going nopan. In the harsh light of the dining room, it's obvious how wet you are.
"Right now," Amelia tells your mom, "I think just about the only thing going through Wesley's mind is..." she perches her chin on K-Mom's shoulder and whispers harshly: "cock, cock, cock, cock... something like that. Maybe that's what's going on in your mind, too. So you wouldn't begrudge your own daughter her fun, would you?"
With halting motions, K-Mom takes hold of your panties, and continues to wetly jerk Amelia's turgid dick. And since K-Mom isn't stopping you, and since Amelia was dead on the money about your mental state, you crawl underneath the table, and get your face under Amelia's cock.
"Suck the head," Amelia instructs, "like a lollipop." You do. It's acrid and salty and bitter, still leaking cum from the slit. Underneath the foreskin is swimming with her sperm too. And sucking her, you taste pussy, too -- probably Olivia's. You smell the reek of Amelia's cock milk, and Olivia's sex, and your own -- your own dirty smell from the dirty panties your mother is using to stroke Amelia's angry red and veiny shaft. Your face becomes quickly coated in dick juice and drool. A bubble pops from one of your nostrils.
"Thank you," Amelia tells your mother. "Your daughter looks just so cute sucking my cock, don't you agree? ... and I love cumming in her mouth. Will you kiss me while your girl sucks me, Mrs. Keki, please?"
With both hands, you paw at your leaking pussy as, above, Amelia pulls your mom into a slow, sensual kiss that gets them both sweetly moaning. When Amelia reaches into K-Mom's pants, K-Mom doesn't resist -- in fact, unbuttons them to help her get access. They masturbate each other, and you suckle on Amelia's cock like you're nursing from her.
"You cum in Wes's mouth?" K-Mom asks, breathy, half-delirious, glasses askew.
"Oh, yes. When I get like this... I can't help myself. I just can't stop until I pour my sperm inside a hole. The tighter and wetter, the better. Your daughter has some very good holes for cumming in..."
K-Mom looks down at you. Amelia showers the side of her face with lewd, sucking, open-mouthed kisses. "You're having unsafe sex with Amelia, too?"
Amelia answers for you, voice hot but muffled by K-Mom's damp cheek. "She is. I'm barebacking your daughter... Kay." She pulls on K-Mom's head and directs K-Mom's lips towards hers. Between loud smooches, she continues, "it was her idea, I promise... I offered to wear a condom... but she said no. That was fine by me, of course... raw is always so much better." K-Mom is breathing ragged, and you can tell she's about to cum. "I could fuck you raw, too, if you want," Amelia whispers.
"Ungh," K-Mom grunts, spreading her legs, and cumming against Amelia's wiggling fingers. "Would you? Would you fuck me like that, too?" She doesn't care anymore that you're having incredibly risky unprotected sex with this woman -- she just wants to get fucked full of cum, too.
"Of course," Amelia says with a smile. "Just let me finish cumming in Wes's mouth first." She presses gently on K-Mom's neck. "You can watch from up close... go ahead..."
K-Mom sinks out of her chair and squats on the ground with you. She can see everything from this close. Your spit-streaked, cum-smeared face, the foamy drool collecting at the corners of your mouth and running off your chin, the way your lips distend around Amelia's engorged mushroom head. She can see, too, that you're playing with yourself -- balanced on your kneecaps, legs akimbo, having already pulled your skirt entirely off. You finger-fuck your asshole and your cunt with equal force, three, four digits at the same time in each lower hole, as you suck hungrily, hands-free, on Amelia's throbbing cockhead.
"Wesley..." she breathes. She runs her fingertips down your cheek, testing the consistency of the slimy fluids there. "You're..."
You flick your tongue in and out, rapidly, tickling Amelia's foreskin, making a spitty snakelike noise that sounds like "ttt-ttt-ttt-ttt." You peer at your mother from your peripheral vision.
"You're a fucking slut," K-Mom says, voice suddenly much deeper. "Oh my god."
You squirt all over the dining room floor, sitting there exposed to your mother, sucking cock.
"She really is," Amelia agrees. Then her muscles go stiff, and her eyes roll back. She sighs deeply, in an almost masculine voice: "mmmmnnn~ -- here it cums... lick me too, Kay... get me off..."
Kay services the near side of Amelia's cockshaft with the same technique you use for working her head: rapid, darting little licks that search all over. Meanwhile, she uses your panties to rub the far side of Amelia's shaft back and forth. You get the sense she's really trying to milk out all of Amelia's rich, gooey cum, straight into your mouth. In the process, K-Mom gets almost as messy as you. Her prim square-rimmed glasses get smeared with cock milk and her face becomes obscured beneath a film of spit.
And then Amelia is cumming. Your own mother holds Amelia's cock in both hands and keeps it steady for her while Amelia hoses your esophagus with semen. You're cumming so hard on your hands, and all over the floor, you think you may be pissing. You don't care. It just adds to the ecstasy of being so exquisitely and utterly humiliated. Amelia's baby batter is so thick it nearly gags you. You struggle to gulp it down without spilling. There's another fact for K-Mom to learn about you: you swallow.
If K-Mom thought Amelia would be fine with a handjob and a BJ, she has another thing coming. Amelia is already on her feet, dragging both of you towards the living room, one wrist in each hand. "I need a cunt," she says huskily. "Get naked." She drops you and your mother in the living room, by the sectional.
You're already naked enough, but K-Mom gets the message. She quickly strips -- no shame, not even in front of her girl. She just wants a dick in her. You can sympathize. You do, too.
"I'm going to bareback your little girl," she says. "You can watch how I do it. Then it's your turn."
K-Mom nods. You kick your feet wildly, trying to get yourself into an upright sitting position so you'll be ready for Amelia -- but Amelia presses you supine against the floor and mounts you. She treats your body like something inanimate and disposable, as if she's just fucking an onahole, not a person. The thought makes you shiver. You aren't a person to her right now. You're a hole. She gets herself seated raw and balls-deep up your spasming twat with just two hard thrusts. You choke, the wind leaving you.
Amelia holds her cock down at the base of it so that it stays fully seated in your cunt. Rocking on her knees a little, making very sure the seal is tight and that she wont slip out, she undoes her skirt and tosses it aside, her blouse and bra too. Fully nude in your family's living room, massive tits swaying, this futanari bitch rapes you with the full consent and approval of your mom.
K-Mom strokes your face as she watches Amelia screw you. "Wes... I never knew you were like this..."
"I'm sorry, mommy," you whine, voice high and pinched. Amelia ruts in you like a dog.
"It's all right," K-Mom whispers. She stares at you deeply. She sets aside her cum-streaked glasses. Her lips, shimmering and glossy, tremble -- and suddenly, deciding, she leans over you and kisses you. It's a kiss you return. With Amelia's horsecock stuffing you full and oozing cum inside you, you make out with your mother. She smells so sweet and feminine, and her skin is so soft, and her lips are so full. You like it. You could do it some more. When she pulls away, you smile at her. "I'm sorry you raised a slut..." you tell her.
"I'm not," K-Mom says, as she leans against the sectional, spreads her legs, and starts to play with her pussy. It's a nice, full-lipped pussy, with dark lips, and a small well-trimmed bush. It makes your mouth water. She's rubbing her clit not five feet from where you're lying, and she's watching you take a cock almost as big as your forearm.
"Nngh-- nngh--" Amelia grunts, working herself into a lather as she humps. She pours sweat all over your naked body. K-Mom draws her knees up and slips a couple of fingers inside herself, knowing that Amelia is getting close to dumping a cockload in your fertile womb. With K-Mom's feet flat on the ground and her knees up, her ass spreads itself wide open. So you get to stare at the dark, star-shaped pucker of her anus while Amelia blows her nuts inside you. K-Mom knows you're looking, can see your eyes drinking in the sight of her swollen pussy, her frigging fingers, her winking asshole -- and she lets you look all you want.
That's when you feel it. Amelia's cock nestles itself as far as it'll go, past your cervix, and inside your uterus. The phrase "painting your walls white" is almost literal here, you think, since Amelia's cum has the same sticky consistency of paint. It flows only very slowly and clings persistently to surfaces just like fresh paint straight from the can -- only it's also hot, almost scalding, and stinks in a way no paint ever could. She really will imprint you with the stink of her cum, so totally and so deeply that it won't ever wash out. You'll go around for the rest of your life smelling like Amelia's cocksleeve.
When Amelia pulls out of you, most of her load stays inside, and only a big gob of it pearls up at the mouth of your twat like the head of a freshly poured beer. It runs slowly down your crack, and smears your asshole. Amelia tilts you back, getting you doubled over, your legs across your torso, your ass spread wide by gravity. In this way, no more of her cum runs out of you. "Stay like that," she says. "Let it gestate. Make sure it doesn't leak out before it takes."
Before it takes. She doesn't have to explain what "it" is. You know. So does your mom -- and she doesn't try to stop it.
K-Mom shuffles her weight, staring up in slackjawed awe as Amelia's buxom form shadows her. "Bend over the couch," she tells K-Mom.
K-Mom practically jumps. She gets on her feet and bends in two with her palms on the armrests of the sectional, wagging her tan butt back and forth. "Come get it," she says.
Amelia comes and gets it. She grabs K-Mom's lithe shoulders and starts to hammer her cunt, doggy style. No foreplay and no tenderness. You hear the vicious, rapid plapping of it, and from between your knees, you see K-Mom's face contorting in depraved joy. But as much as you'd like to lie here and watch your mother take a thick load from Amelia's dick the way you just did, and as nice as it is feeling Amelia's swimmers inside your tummy... a caterwaul from the other side of the house catches your attention.
You testingly straighten out your posture, and rise onto your butt. Amelia and K-Mom are lost to the world. Their sexual compatibility is through the roof: their wagging hips smack together as Amelia tugs her ponytail. K-Mom's neck goes taut with agonized pleasure. Amelia forces cruel kisses on her that she eagerly returns. Their commingled cum pools on the floor between them and stipples their flexing thighs.
You wander down the hallway, in a sexual daze, your cunt slowly dribbling Amelia's warmed-over genetics down your legs. You stumble your way into the master bedroom at the hall's far end, which is empty -- and then towards the ensuite bathroom, which isn't.
N-Mom has Summer up against the shower wall. One of Summer's legs is up and over N-Mom's shoulder, the calf dangling across her back. N-Mom's face isn't even visible -- it's buried, entirely, in Summer's fat, spongy cunt and ass. N-Mom nods up and down, lapping at your girlfriend, feasting on her, and grunting like a fucking neanderthal. You'd say this is a pretty submissive position for your mother, but it seems like Summer is the one in more distress. She's chewing her knuckles and whining shrilly while your mother eats her out.
Neither of them notice you, and you're so fucking horny that you've lost all sense of dignity. You squat on the floor and play with your milky pussy. The torrential but molasses-like flow of Amelia's cum leaves the carpet underneath you all puddly and stained, but... whatever. You need to get off again.
Summer is an active participant in N-Mom's debauchment of her body. Though balanced only precariously on one foot, she bounces up and down a little, which makes her nude tits jiggle. God, Summer really is jiggly all over. You can't fault your mother for having her hands on either side of Summer's doughy tummy, squeezing her, digging in, almost clawing at her, while she sucks on Summer's cunt. You'd do the same. You have done the same. You take after her, you guess.
It's a nice few minutes lurking there, playing with yourself, making a creamy mess on the floor, and watching your mother making out with your girlfriend's genitals. But you have to go and ruin it. You draw an inhalation a little too sharply, make a pip just loud enough for Summer to hear. Her eyes refocus and immediately find you kneeling there at the bathroom's entryway jilling off. She isn't upset. Rather, she smiles and winks, and mouths "hey babe." And when she sees that your cunt is absolutely swimming with cum, her only reaction is to lick her lips.
You mimic Summer, and start to bounce a little on your haunches while you masturbate. Together, you and your girlfriend enjoy the sensations coming from your clits. Your mother hasn't detected you, yet, lost in the heaven between Summer's legs. This, you think, is your mother's true self, a desperate lesbian pig, pigging out on cunt and ass. Nevermind that she's literally old enough to be this girl's mom. Or that her wife and daughter are in the other room. She's too addicted to pussy to care about those things.
"I'm gonna cum again, miss Keki," Summer says. Her voice is so cute when she's close.
"Cum in my mouth," is your Mom's muffled response from over her mound. You learn then that her voice, when she's like this, is raspy and lewd. Like your own, you figure. She's a born pervert, too.
Summer is only too happy to oblige. She rubs herself back and forth, letting N-Mom lick her clit, her twat lips, taint, and asshole. N-Mom is undiscriminating and greedy for it all. Summer starts caterwauling, again, as she gushes cream from her tan pussy. N-Mom siphons it up, audibly slurping. Only at the very end do you actually see her face, wet, gasping for breath, her hair matted down by cum -- as Summer rises up a little, and N-Mom tips her head back, mouth wide open.
"Do you... really want me to?" Summer asks.
N-Mom nods.
You really do take after your Mom. You were curious about this, too, and you're jealous she got to it first. Summer flexes her tummy, with N-Mom squeezing down on her love handles as if to help her. And then, suddenly, there's a little trickle -- slow and with hardly pressure behind it, but picking up volume. Summer pisses the same way she cums, as it turns out. So to drink it, N-Mom has to bury her face in Summer's twat again. That suits her just fine. She does it without question, and drinks Summer's pee right out of her, right from the source. It overflows, out of N-Mom's mouth, up and across the skin of her face, in multiple pale yellow rivulets that shower down on the tile floor. You can hear the patter of it. Summer grips N-Mom's hair by the roots and mashes her face into her crotch.
You orgasm like that, watching your Mom drink Summer's pee. It must taste really good, because N-Mom is moaning like she's having the best orgasm of her life, and she isn't even touching herself.
When Summer is finished, N-Mom suckles the vestiges of it all up, and leaves Summer's pussy with a parting smooch of gratitude.
Oh fuck. That means she's done. N-Mom glances to the side, looks your way, and sees you.
"Wes--!!"
"Don't worry about her, Noelley," Summer says, suave and smooth, pushing N-Mom slowly onto her back. "C'mon, let me show you again what my tongue can do..."
She snakes her way between N-Mom's legs with a devilish grin and starts to feast on her cunt. She's using all the same techniques you taught her, so you guess N-Mom is weak to them too. N-Mom's wild eyes stare at you -- she can see quite obviously that you've been busy -- but she can't resist Summer's pussy-licking. She lies there with Summer's tongue inside her, moaning and sighing, her face wet with cum and piss.
"Wes... get out..." she pleads.
"Let her watch. It's cute."
"What... is that..." N-Mom says, noticing the pearly mess oozing out of you. "Is that..."
"Yeah," Summer says. "Mel has a dick. Cool, huh? Wes is freshly fucked... mmm..."
"It's true...? Amelia has a--" N-Mom says. "Oh, god-- fuck--"
She tenses, and orgasms. You jut your hips forward to show off to her, to show off your slutty semen-spatted pussy and the way you masturbate while watching her getting eaten. N-Mom decides to roll with it. She gives in, wraps her legs viciously around Summer's head. "Fucking eat me, dyke bitch," N-Mom sneers. "Eat me like you eat Wes."
You think your mommies are both going to have a very awkward post-nut clarity. But for now, you can enjoy peeping on them. You run your hands through your sticky quim and stare unabashedly at N-Mom's skinny body, her little but soft-looking tits and light purple nipples... it's bizarre to think a woman as slight as her could order a girl as healthy and athletic as Summer around like some bitch. But Summer is ready to worship your mother's cunt, ready to be dominated and take orders. You should be taking some notes. You could learn a lot from how your mom can spend an hour kneeling underneath another girl and still come out on top.