Mom busies herself at the meager stovetop, stirring a pan of gravy for the one and only main entree she's good at: roast beef. She sways her hips side to side as she works, the tied-off bow of her apron bouncing in tune with her plump bottom. Her diligence manifests on her face in the form of furrowed brows and a bitten tongue.
It's a lovely sight. You can't resist the temptation to sneak up and wrap your arms around her.
"Hey--!! D-don't disturb me while I'm cooking!" she snaps. "Don't you have any tact?"
You kiss her neck.
"I-I go to all this trouble to make a nice dinner, and you want to ruin it with your-- uncouth--"
You bite her earlobe. She draws a sharp breath through her teeth. Her knees go weak, but she catches herself against the counter.
"I have never met a more-- a more ungrateful, rude little--"
You pull her tight against your body, away from the stove. She scrambles to turn the electric burner off so the food doesn't scorch.
"Alabster," she says, peering over her shoulder, "we can't... it's so disgusting here."
"The bathroom is clean," you say.
You lead her by the hand to the white-tiled bathroom. She doesn't resist.
You sit her on the edge of the tub and paw at her jeans, pulling them down. "You're incorrigible," she chides, but not harshly.
You feel the warm flesh of her upper thighs in your palms -- so pliant, and such a contrast to the icy porcelain.
As you kiss her up and down her calves and thighs, all the way to the nape of her pantied crotch, she watches you and smiles.
"Whitney tells me that you deflowered your sister."
You pause, looking up at her. Her expression doesn't betray any anger or disapproval.
"How did it feel?" she asks.
You think for a moment. "It felt like justice," you say.
"Can an old woman like me ever hope to compare?" she asks, perhaps only half-joking.
You answer by burying your face in her crotch again. She whines in shocked delight.
Placing her fingertips on the crown of your head, she pushes your face deeper still. Her aroma fills your nostrils. You wet the fabric of her underwear with your tongue. Even through the lace and cotton, you can taste her sweetness. Hers is much like Cerise's, but deeper, more pronounced, and you can't get enough. You want to suck her cunt forever.
You pull her panties to one side, enjoying the up-close view of her genitals for a moment -- the engorged lips drooling with moisture -- before you dive back in. You swirl your tongue up and down, collecting the dew. She chews on her knuckles and watches.
Then there's a knock on the door.
"God fucking damn it," you say. You pause, hoping whoever it is goes away, but instead there's another knock.
Mom grins and pecks you on the lips. "Go ahead and answer it," she says. "I'll be here when you get back."
You step out of the bathroom and answer the door. Standing at the threshold is Cerise.
"Shit!" you say, yanking her bodily into the motel. You poke your head out of the door, glancing this way and that to make sure no one has tailed her, and then shut it.
"You're supposed to be back at Whitney's place with Ms. Carte and them," you say. "I'm sure there's a lot of cleaning to help with, that guy lived like a pig..."
"I wanted to see you guys," she says, simmering. "Is that such a crime?"
"Seriously, Cerise -- what the hell is wrong with you?" You pace back and forth. "Darkbloom could send his thugs here any second now. You can't just pop in for a visit whenever you feel like it."
"I want to see my mother before she dies," Cerise pouts, sitting on the raggedy couch. "Where is she, anyway?"
Taking the cue, Mom steps forth from the bathroom, still clad only in panties from the waist down.
"Mom," you say. "Tell Cerise she should be back with the others. It isn't safe here."
"Tell Alabaster he's being a jerk!" Cerise counters, throwing her arms wide.
You feel like bickering children.
"Now, now," Mom says soothingly, "Cerise is already here, so there's no harm in letting her stay around for a few moments."
Cerise sticks her tongue out at you. But Mom turns to face face her and continues: "you should listen to your brother in the future."
Cerise folds her arms and huffs. You make a face right back at her.
"Don't be like that," Mom says. "We can have a nice family dinner together, all right? And -- there's something I want to show you, anyway."
The thing Mom wanted to show you ends up coming first, as it happens.
This time it's you sitting on the edge of the tub, with Mom on her knees in front of you. Next to her is Cerise.
"You two should learn how to pleasure one another properly, if you're going to be doing it," Mom says. "That's only logical."
Cerise tries to feign disinterest. But she can't take her eyes from your red and pulsing member as she leans against her balled-up fists on the tile floor.
Mom masturbates you gently, keeping you hard-- as if you needed the help. "Have you sucked his cock before?" she asks.
This breaks Cerise's trance. She gawks at Mom, unused to that kind of obscene language from her. It seems to surprise her more than the sexual impropriety happening right now. She stammers.
"It's a simple question," Mom says.
"Of-- of course I have," Cerise manages.
"Show me."
Hesitatingly, Cerise reaches out. Her hand replaces Mom's around your shaft. Her entire body is trembling. She darts out her tongue and licks you like a kitten at a cup of milk.
"That won't do at all," Mom says, frowning.
"I can't do it with people watching!" Cerise complains, averting her gaze.
"I think you'd better learn," Mom says. "Pay attention, now."
She leans forward and swallows your dick in one swift motion, all the way down to the base. She strokes you a few times with her wet, tight throat, the slurping echoing off the walls. After a few moments she releases you. Your member twitches with unrelieved lust and glistens thickly with saliva.
Taking your dick in hand again, Mom rubs it underneath Cerise's nose. "You try," she purrs. "Learn his smell and his taste and the feeling of him using your throat. Learn to love it. Go on, now."
Cerise gives it her best attempt, but whether it's her lack of experience or mere nerves, she can't take your entire length. She makes remarkable progress but begins to gag three quarters of the way down, leaving the base of your cock frustratingly unattended.
She reaches up to try and manually stimulate this unburied section of your shaft, but Mom swats her hand away. "NEVER use your hands," Mom says. "That's cheating."
Cerise's shoulders heave with frustration. She snakes her tongue out and tries once more to take the rest of you, but only retches.
Mom tsks. "Alabaster, you'll have to help her."
You look down at Cerise. She goes bug-eyed but doesn't pull away, and you take that as permission enough. You grip her by the ears, and -- as gently as you can with your lust-fueled needs directing you -- you fuck yourself into the back of your older sister's throat. She sputters, spewing thick saliva all around you as you force your way in.
"Relax, relax," Mom says, rubbing Cerise's back as if soothing an infant. "Breathe. That's it. You can do this. Your mouth was made for this. You just have to relax..."
Mom grins up at you. "How is she?"
"Great--" you manage in a choked voice. "She's great..."
With Mom's tender prompting, Cerise's throat loosens. You establish a steady pace inside her. She slobbers all over your balls each time you bottom out. It's not long before you can hump her face with complete abandon. She hardly gags at all.
"I'm gonna cum," you say. "Should I do it in her mouth?"
"Why not?" Mom says. She reaches around Cerise and rubs the girl's naked belly up and down. She pushes her cheek against Cerise's to watch your cock stabbing in and out.
"What do you think?" she whispers in Cerise's ear. She uses one hand to rub Cerise's sopping pussy. "Don't you want your brother to cum in your mouth?"
Cerise can only make a muffled moan, but it's obviously one of begging. You pour your ropes of slimy cum directly into her sucking gullet. Mom coos with delight, kneading your balls as they flex and spurt, her other hand still molesting her daughter.
"Now," Mom says, clapping her hands together. "No son of mine is going to get through life without learning how to really pleasure a woman. Let me see how you and Cerise fuck each other."
Lying on the floor with Cerise beside you, you groan and stir. "But I'm tired..." you complain.
"No buts! Up!" She sits on the lid of the toilet and watches as you rouse Cerise from her stupor.
This experience may truly be intended to instruct the two of you, in case Mom doesn't survive -- but it's clear she takes her own pleasure in it, too. Her naked cunt is dripping wet.
Mom directs you rather like a composer as you sit on your haunches and pull Cerise into your lap. "Good," she says, "I can see both of you this way."
Cerise stares down at her own pussy as you push into her for only the second time ever. She bucks her hips and whinnies, her eyes clenching shut. The heat and velvet tightness is unbearable, especially in front of an audience, and you fuck her senseless.
"You're always too rough!" Mom says. "You have to pay attention to the woman's pleasure, too!" She clasps your shoulders. "Slow down. Feel the way her insides wrap around you. Respond to it. Don't just rut inside her like an animal."
"Mommy..." Cerise mewls, suddenly and apropos of nothing. It's clear she still isn't used to being seen in such a compromising position. Her entire body is flushed a deep crimson. "Please... please..."
"Shh," Mom says. "Let me help you cum, okay?" She uses her thumb and forefinger to play with Cerise's fat clit. Cerise throws her head back and howls as you establish a rocking motion in her pussy. The two of you assault her without mercy.
"I'm cumming!" Cerise yells. "Fuck, I'm cumming! Alabaster... mommy...!!"
A new, perverted synapse fires in your brain. You perch your chin on Cerise's shoulders and take one of Mom's nipples in your mouth. She obviously didn't expect to become a direct participant here -- she gasps in surprise as you begin to suckle.
Her eyes half-lidded, Cerise sees what you're doing. In her haze of desire, she decides to join in. She takes the other nipple in her mouth.
"Y-you two--" Mom stutters, her voice pinched. "What are you-- I never said you could--" she trails off, unable to protest. Soon she reaches down to finger herself, making a sloppy mess of toilet lid. She masturbates as her children suck her off.
You fuck deeply into your sister, enjoying the wanton perversity -- but something interrupts your own mounting climax. Your eyes go wide as you feel a warmth trickle to the back of your throat. Cerise's eyes go wide, too.
Your mother is lactating.
Her milk comes out in warm pulses and quickly fills your mouth. You have no choice but to swallow or down. Cerise is less prepared for the assault, and the creamy white fluid pours down her chin and across her tits. Mom sighs and holds both of you to her breasts.
You release her nipple just long enough to say: "I'm cumming again."
Cerise shudders in your embrace. Mom forces your lips back over her nipple and pants: "do it, then! Cum inside your sister! Make her pregnant, baby! Fuck! Fuck!"
As you guzzle down her sweet, almost sugary milk, you fill Cerise's spasming pussy with burst after burst of your own milk. She shrieks in ecstasy, her voice muffled by her mother's breast. Her face and body are blurred underneath the slathering milk covering her. You cum, and cum, and cum.