The day after family movie night, Alabaster is out at that skank Ms. Carte's house, visiting with her and her two skank daughters. Mom takes the opportunity, with the house to themselves, to have an important conversation with Cerise, Rose, and Rose2. She gets them sitting in three chairs, all in a row, just off to the side of the dining room table. She sits in a fourth chair directly facing them, like a teacher about to read a storybook at storytime.
The girls already have a pretty good idea what this rigmarole is all about. And Cerise is already defending herself: "Mom -- what you saw last night -- it wasn't--"
"Shush," Mom tells her. "I know exactly what I saw. You're having sex with Alabaster."
No use denying it. They're mortified, all three of them are. Yes, in the throes of passion last night, Mom was clearly into what she saw -- the girls did eventually notice her there since she made herself hard to miss diddling herself on the floor of the foyer with Charlotte -- but in the harsh light of day, they think, she may not be so enthusiastic. Cerise hangs her head. Rose fiddles with her skirt. Rose2 takes off her glasses and cleans the lenses.
"How long have you been doing this with him?" Mom asks.
"A few months," Rose says. She knows Mom may or may not approve, but she's still happy to announce how long her big bro has been fucking her.
"We've fooled around a little bit here and there..." Cerise begins, putting it as mildly as possible. She's crimson. She can't look up from her lap. "But... uh, last night was our first, uh... ahem... you know..."
Mom nods. "That's wonderful. You gave your flower to him..."
"Please don't call it that," Cerise begs.
Mom glances at Rose2. "How about you?"
Rose2 looks rather like a deer in headlights. She puts a palm to her chest, to indicate herself: "--Me?"
"Yes!"
"How long have Alabaster and I been having sex, you mean?"
Mom nods expectantly.
"...Quite a while, I should think," Rose2 finally says.
Mom, raising an index finger in the air, says: "I'm glad the three of you have such an intimate relationship with him. Even you, Ro, dear... you've practically lived here so long that you're like a third daughter to me. It's so sweet."
(Cerise rolls her eyes. Rose2 smiles warmly.)
"But you need to be careful!" Mom tells them, cutting to the chase.
Cerise sighs. "I... I know, Mom. We're usually careful. I swear."
Mom nods. "Good. I heard some mention of condoms... so you're using condoms with him, then?"
Cerise puts an arm around Rose's shoulder. "Yeah. Of course. I always make sure Alabaster uses protection with her."
Mom looks Rose's way for confirmation.
"Mm hmm!" Rose chirps, nodding, pink pigtails swaying. "She's a real stickler about it. Always makes us use 'em!"
"Stop that!" Mom barks at Cerise.
Cerise coughs.
Mom's expression grows stern. "You need to stop using condoms! That's the worst thing you can do!"
"Are you -- are you joking?" Cerise stammers. She takes her arm back from around Rose's shoulder. "You have to be joking right now."
"Why do you think Alabaster has sex with you?" Mom asks. She answers her own question: "He does it because sex feels good! But sex doesn't feel nearly as good with a condom on. Any man will tell you. Men hate using condoms -- in other words! If you force Alabaster to wear a condom, he won't feel as good, and he'll stop wanting to have sex with you. That's obvious!"
"Ehh?" Rose says. "Do you really think so?"
"Alabaster is fine with condoms," Rose2 insists. "He won't leave us just because he has to use them sometimes. He loves us."
"And anyway, what about the risk?" Cerise says.
"If you're worried about pregnancy, I can get you all some birth control," Mom says. She pauses before adding: "...If you want me to."
"I mean, if you expect us not to use any condoms--" Rose2 begins.
Mom cuts her off. "Right. Since you won't be using condoms, you can use the pill instead. ... If you want to."
"Well if we don't use *something*, we'll end up getting pregnant," Cerise says.
Mom lets that remark hang in the air.
"Alabaster is a young man," Mom says. "Young men are looking for one thing and one thing only in a partner: someone to cum inside of!" The girls are a little gobsmacked by the directness of that one. "Sorry to be so crass. But it's the simple truth. Alabaster has a biological need. He can't help it. If you make him wear a condom, that need isn't being met... and he'll go find another pussy to meet it with!"
"Mom..." Cerise whispers.
"Let me ask you this. Do you think Whitney makes Alabaster wear a condom? Or how about that creepy little Darkbloom girl? Certainly not! *They're* letting Alabaster fuck them raw! That's why he's over there right now, instead of here, fucking you! Think about that!"
"This isn't a competition," Rose2 says. "Don't frame it that way."
"That's what you think," Mom says. "But don't you want to be his wife one day?"
"Well -- yes," Rose2 admits.
"That makes it a competition. And you won't win if you keep a mindset like that! None of you will! If you girls are going to have sex with Alabaster, you need to do it the right way -- without any protection. Only by letting Alabaster ejaculate raw inside of you, will you keep him coming back for more. It's not about love! It's nothing to do with how he feels about you! I'm sure he loves you all. But none of that matters when it comes to sex. Men might talk a big game about lovey-dovey romance, but when they're having sex, that isn't what they care about. They have sex to cum! You girls need to accept the fact that when Alabaster fucks you, he's using you as a receptacle for his lust. So be a good receptacle!"
"A semen toilet!" Rose, peppy, adds. "That's what Ally says I am."
"Exactly," Mom says with an encouraging nod. "That's the perfect way to think of it. Your pussies are semen toilets for Alabaster now. So if you won't actually let him use your pussy as a semen toilet, you've failed as a lover."
Rose giggles: this is exactly what she wanted to hear. Cerise chews her thumbnail: this is way too much for her to absorb.
"I just know that Alabaster will get completely hooked on our pussies if we use them the right way," Mom says. "You've all got wonderful pussies for him to use, don't you?"
"I know I do," Rose2 says, smug as usual.
"Yep!" Rose says. "He's always saying how he loves my pussy."
Cerise can only nod.
"Let me see them," Mom says, crooking a finger as if to beckon someone closer.
"--What?" Cerise sputters.
"Let Mama see your pussies. Don't be shy."
Rose2, who's maybe the most perverted of all, has no compunctions. She slides a bit down in her chair, flips her skirt up, and spreads her legs. Her bare cunt is visible for all to see. She likes exposing herself -- especially on command.
Rose won't be outdone. She stands and shimmies out of her underwear, sits and hikes her skirt up too. Like Rose2, Rose's cunt is a perfect, tiny innie. Side-by-side, they look like a matching pair.
"Rose, baby, you need to stop wearing underwear around the house," Mom tells her. "You should always be ready for Alabaster to fuck you."
Rose tosses her panties like a litterbug tossing a candy wrapper. "Okay!" She says.
Cerise, hands trembling, undoes the button of her jean shorts. She slowly unzips the zipper. Raising her butt just enough to tug them past, she pulls the shorts over her supple thighs, across her smooth calves, and down around her ankles in a bunch. Her pussy, unlike the other two girls, has defined labia. Those meaty lips look just as supple as the rest of her flesh down there.
"As I thought!" Mom says. She takes the hem of her own dress now, and pulls it up to show off her own mature cunt. "We're all wet."
She's right. All three girls are so wet they're dripping. She is, too.
"We also have a biological need," Mom explains. "We need Alabaster to cum inside us. That's why we have sex with him -- it's why we spread our legs for him. Having sex without getting semen inside you is like having dinner without dessert. Pointless!" Her voice is developing a half-crazed lilt and tremor as she rambles. "Look: even just talking about having Alabaster's... manly cock... putting its rich, gooey sperm in us... made our pussies get like this... now just think about how good it feels to actually experience it... you need Alabaster to cum inside you, girls. It's what your bodies are craving... what your little pussies and wombs are crying out for..."
Rose2 shamelessly starts to dig at her own horny twat. So Mom encourages the other two: "it's all right... you can play with yourselves. It's only natural to get turned on when thinking about getting cummed inside of. It's the #1 thing any pussy wants... even mine... hot, sticky, creamy semen... ungh..." with that, she starts to masturbate too. She sighs happily to herself as she rubs her clit and fingers herself for her own daughters to see. "That's better..." she mewls.
Rose and Cerise can't resist any longer. They masturbate just like their mother does: one hand's fingers rubbing the clit in a rapid circular motion, the other hand's fingers pistoning in and out. Rose2's method, as always, is perhaps more depraved... she fingers both her holes at the same time, bouncing up and down on her hands. Sloppy wet noises fill the little room as all four girls race towards a mutual climax.
"I want your promise, now..." Mom says, gulping, "that you'll keep your pussies open for Alabaster's total use... you'll let him cum inside you raw, the way nature intended... be good semen toilets for Mama..."
"I promise!" Rose2 screams, ejaculating her own fountain of girl-cum as she continues to viciously finger her holes.
"Me too!" Cerise says. "He -- came inside me last night... I wasn't even safe, but he came inside me last night... it felt so good..."
"No more condoms?" Mom says.
"No!!"
"Do you want the pill, then?" Mom prompts, driving her fingers deeper and deeper into herself.
"No!" Cerise screams. "Fuck, no! Fuck the risk!" She partially stands, knees bowed, as she rubs a rolling orgasm out of her steamy twat. She sprays and squirts all across the ground.
Mom smiles warmly. Cerise is her daughter after all. "That's it, baby... the riskiest sex feels the best... your body can tell the difference. You want to be inseminated... so just accept it..."
Rose cums, too. She wails, and shivers all over. Then just barely composing herself, she says in a tiny voice: "Mommy... my pussy feels so good... it's so hot and tingly and squishy! Can Ally make a baby in me, too?"
"Of course," Mom says. "He gonna make a baby in all of us."
Rose slides out of her chair and down to the ground, and crawls to Mom on all fours. She puts her hands on Mom's meaty upper legs, pressing them a little bit apart. Mom gazes down at her, surprised.
"Mommy... can I be everyone's cum toilet...? Not just Ally's? Can I be your cum toilet, too? Can I lick you?"
Mom takes her hands off her genitals, and holds her palms flat against the tops of her thighs. She nods. "Go ahead, honey. Use your mouth as Mama's toilet..."
Rose buries her face in Mom's crotch. "You smell so good..." she mutters, before starting to lick. "Mmmf... mmmf..."
"You... are really good at that..." Mom says, genuinely impressed. She starts pawing at her tits while she watches the pink crown of Rose's head twisting back and forth.
"I taught her," Rose2 says with the smuggest of smiles. "You're welcome."
"Thank you, honey. You're the best daughter in law I could ask for--"
Mom is even more surprised when Cerise joins Rose on the floor in front of her. "Me too," Cerise gasps, voice husky and desperate. "I want do it, too..."
Mom pets her two daughters while they take turns eating her sweet cunt. They lick her all over, from the well-groomed patch of hair above her mound to the star-shaped pucker of her asshole, and everything in between. They get their tongues nice and deep, and wag them around -- both at the same time, even, battering her interior walls with their slimy probing. But she knows, and they know too, that this is an appetizer. Nothing more. It's just a diversion, to get off a little, before Alabaster can come home and fuck them properly.
Mom explains to the three girls what they'll do.
And so, that night after dinner, just as Alabaster is finishing up his banana cream pie, he looks up from his plate in surprise to find both the Roses, Cerise, and Mom all coming back from the kitchen in nothing but matching pink-and-yellow aprons. They line themselves up along the side of the table, gripping the edge as they hunch themselves forward -- jutting their asses way out. They wag their hips hypnotically back and forth. Like four hookers trying to entice an indecisive john.
The stem of a cherry protrudes from each girl's anus, and a little dollop of whipped cream sits just above, on their tailbones. Another commonality: All four asses are huge, smooth, fat and round. And an additional commonality: below each ass, framed perfectly by squished-together thighs, is a bare, wet, raw cunt.
Alabaster chokes on nothing.
"What are you waiting for?" Mom asks him. "Come get some dessert."