How far you've come from the days of trying to hide a mutual masturbation sesh with Amber from the prying eyes of your parents. That evening, right there in the living room, you fuck Talia on your family's sectional, bouncing up and down in her lap hard enough to fill the whole house with the sound of plaps. The two of you are nude -- save Talia's black-and-purple striped knee socks -- the rest of your clothes abandoned in Talia's temporary bedroom. Amber lounges on the sectional's corner seat, voyeuring, a hand down her shorts, digging at her cunt. Judging from the humongous wet spot in the denim crotch, she really likes what she sees. She has her other hand pushed under her loose-fitting tanktop, baring her belly button, as she teases her own nipples.
"I'm gonna cum in my shorts," Amber grunts. "Fuck."
"How nice," Talia says. "I'm about to cum inside Wes."
You hold on to both of Talia's shoulders and swing your hips until you're out of breath. You pant and moan, bitch in heat that you've become, begging her to nail you. Broken, half-incoherent phrases: "...fuck me -- oooh -- pound my cunt -- mess it up -- ooooh..."
All of this is making more than a little noise, and you know that it's carrying through the entire house for the Moms to hear. They're hiding out in their bedroom like they're Hitler and Frau Braun while the three of you are the Soviets advancing on Berlin: the less they see, the more they can pretend to ignore it.
Amber cums with a shrill wail. She rips her knuckles free of her pants to let it happen hands-free. She writhes insensibly, bucking her hips, desperate for relief after ruining her own orgasm -- pressing her thighs together and spreading them apart and pressing them together, again and again. She kneads her tits with both hands under her shirt now, and watches herself cum. The wet spot in her shorts steadily widens. Her entire body vibrates and she fails to stave off a series of muscle spasms that make various parts of her jerk and go rigid. The whole time, she screams in a sing-song voice, "ohhhhhhh... ohhhhhh..."
"Are you peeing?" Talia asks her as you bounce. You can feel your ass cheeks spreading wide every time you thrust upwards. You inwardly enjoy the idea that you're showing off your asshole to your own sister.
Amber is still coming down. She's catching her breath with deep gulps, and takes a moment to process Talia's question. "No..." she rasps. She tilts her head and looks Talia dead in the eyes. Then slowly and deliberately, she spreads her thighs, one hand on each knee, until the crotch of her shorts seems poised to rip. Her little tummy flexes, her eyes squint, and she grits her teeth. Then comes an audible 'ssshhhlllhh' and the wet spot spreads even further, enveloping almost all the denim and visibly leaking through the fibers. "Now I am," Amber says, grinning, and reclines a little as she pisses herself.
Talia must like the depravity of it because she grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing roughly, and bucks her hips to fuck back against you. Amber begins to masturbate once more, reaching down into her sodden shorts and fingering herself. She's so wet now that you can hear how squishy her jilling is, even over the slapping noises of you and Talia mating.
When Talia cums, she presses down on you to keep you from moving so that her cock can stay nestled at the deepest possible point. Her cockhead swells up, expands, and belches semen. Her jaw goes slack and her eyes go vacant: literally cumming herself stupid. Amber knows what this means, and falls forward onto the floor so that she can lick Talia's nuts while they empty themselves into you. Talia rears back, lifting the calves of her bowed legs awkwardly into the air -- granting Amber access to her asshole -- and Amber loudly swabs Talia's anus to help along Talia's pulsing, throbbing, creamy cum. You moan, your voice deep, and take the load.
You dismount only when Talia finishes cumming and puts her soles flat on the carpet again. Talia's cock is still at half-mast, streaked with jizz. Amber happily volunteers for cleanup duty. She lets her tongue hang out of her wide-open mouth and throats Talia's entire length, gagging horribly, but slurping up the combined mess of dick leak and cunt juice all the same. Talia lightly holds Amber's ears.
Even though a hard cock just spewed in you, you're not satiated by a long shot. Luckily you prepared for that. You take a little pink vibrator from beside you on the couch, the one that's shaped like a lipstick tube, a favorite of yours. And shove it roughly into your spunked-up cunt. You set it to max and watch appreciatively as it buzzes around in you. Your pussy quivers at high frequency, pleasure racing in electric arcs from your clit. The spunk that Talia left inside you froths up until it attains a foamy consistency. Droplets of it dance around and go flying from the surface of the toy.
Amber is on all fours and has finished cleaning off Talia's cock. Now Talia, with a disinterested expression, amuses herself by pressing down on Amber's face using one socked foot. Amber wags her ass and lets her tongue hang out out like she's a dog. She slumps forward and reaches back into her shorts, this time with both hands, to frig herself while Talia steps on her.
"Could you hand me those, please?" Talia asks, pointing at the anal beads beside you. Another sex toy you brought out here in preparation. You do as asked and watch with a leering gaze as Talia inserts them, one after another, until only the ring-shaped pull is poking out of her asshole. Every bead she pops into herself makes her cock harder, and now, fully erect again, she lazily jerks off while stepping on Amber. Amber rubs her face against Talia's sole, nuzzling it with either cheek, and pausing here and there to lick. The air is rank with the smell of cum and piss. "That too," Talia adds, pointing again, and this time you hand her an onahole that belongs to her. She uses a bottle of lube to liberally coat its textured interior, and then slowly -- sloooowly -- puts her cock inside it. She has no urgency at all as she masturbates inside the toy, and it makes a pleasingly disgusting noise as she does it. Her asshole winks repeatedly around the anal beads. Amber licks her foot.
But soon Talia grows a bit bored of this play, so she asks Amber to stand on the couch. Amber is so cum-drunk and pliable that she does it without question. On Talia's instructions, Amber straddles her face and rides her, grinding her soaked crotch into Talia so hard that the denim irritates the skin there. Talia, struggling to breathe through Amber's wet cunt, face reddening, couldn't be enjoying herself more. Her cock oozes precum in a continuous stream that fills the shallow onahole and comes leaking back down the length of her shaft. Amber giggles, running a hand through her hair, her womb tattoo visible under her tank at this angle and glistening with perspiration.
You let the vibe inside you keep buzzing, and cum and cum and cum.
---
Amber joins Talia in the guest bedroom for more sexplay, but you're a little tired and you promised Summer that you'd call. So you excuse yourself from the ongoing perversity to have a shower and wash yourself clean first. Only once you're by yourself under the shower's stream do you realize how sore your pussy is right now. It's been battered over and over again these past couple days, used mercilessly by cock after cock, and now it throbs with a dull, low-level pain.
You like it.
After a halfhearted job of drying yourself off that leaves your hair damp and stringy, you wrap your body in a fresh towel and leave the bath on your way to your bedroom. You're still making sure the towel is secure where you've folded it against your left side as you stride into the hallway from amid a curtain of billowing steam. And so you don't notice N-Mom until you've bumped into her.
You startle. She startles. You face each other in silence: you, clad only in a loose-fitting piece of terrycloth, and N-Mom, fully clothed. She's pale-faced, abashed -- shifty. Was she waiting outside the bathroom? Was she listening in on her daughter showering?
After an awkward interval, she musters her voice: "Wesley Lynn. You and Talia need to kee--"
You loosen the towel and let it drop to the carpet.
N-Mom's face twitches. She looks away, then steals a glance, then forces herself to look away again.
"Oops," you whisper. "I dropped it."
N-Mom's lower lip quivers. She stares madly at the moulding along the bottom of the wall. "Wesley. I'm your mother."
You widen your stance just a little and reach between your legs. You rub yourself obscenely, until your pussy creams up and the hall fills with the scent of your arousal. N-Mom's willpower steadily dissolves, her stolen glances your way lingering for longer and longer, until at last she's watching you with undivided focus as you openly masturbate in the family hallway. Your fingers dig around inside yourself. It's not enough, you want more: you squat and rest on your haunches and use both hands to frig both of your gaping holes. You peer with auto-erotic interest at your holes and how they stretch and distend as you fill them, but then you turn your attention back towards your birth mother. You swing your head to whip the wet hair from your face.
"I'm so wet for you, Mommy," you say, deliberately putting a note of pleading in your voice. You bounce on your invading fingers. "Are you wet for me, too?"
She tries to say something but her mouth is dry and her tongue just clicks uselessly when she tries to form the words. So her answer comes nonverbally. N-Mom hooks her hands into her waistband so that only her thumbs rest on the belt loops. Like this, she slides her trousers down, and then smoothly steps out of them. Her panties are plain white, but the crotch is grey -- damp with her juices already. She hesitates a moment while you stare up at her, but then deciding to cross the line irreversibly, she pulls her panties down, and gives you a look at her shiny, tight, and juicy cunt. "I... I'm... wet for you," she admits, her breath catching and her voice trembling. "I've been wet for you for... a really long time..."
"Do you want to fuck me, Mommy?" You ask.
She steps closer, and you open your mouth in preparation for her to squat over your face. But instead she pulls you to your feet. A look in her eyes like madness, she presses you to the near wall and kisses you. You kiss her back. At age 16 you're a hair taller than her already, but she seems so much larger, so much more imposing than you, that she may as well be a giantess. She forces her tongue to the back of your throat and kisses you the way no mother ever should. She reaches between you and pets your kitty for you, her long thin fingers playing against the outer lips of your vulva and the hard nubbin of your clitoris. You return the favor. You play with each other's cunts and make out. Hers is silky, smooth and delicate, and wet like you can't believe. The inner shallows of her hole are so slimy and warm you'd think you dipped your hand in melted butter. And her familiar perfume that smells like lilies, overpowering you from this close-up, takes on a new erotic connotation in your mind. This really is your Mommy, this is the perfume of hers you've smelled for years, and now it's burning in your nose while she molests you.
"I knew you wanted it," you say with a low voice.
You try to stroke her face, but she grabs your wrist and pins it against the drywall. She writhes sensually, rubbing her pussy against your other hand. She voraciously kisses the side of your face. She licks you from chin to cheek to ear to hairline. Nuzzling you, gritting her teeth, she whispers harshly: "I've watched you turn into such a little slut. Can't get enough action, huh? Does your pussy ever turn off? You're giving it up for everyone else. Why shouldn't I get my turn on the town bike too? Just because I'm your mother?"
"Use me," you coo.
She pulls her face away, just enough see you fully. "Wanna do an experiment?" She asks.
---
You kneel at the foot of your mothers' marital bed. They sit on it facing you. On your left is N-Mom. On your right is K-Mom.
The three of you are nude already.
K-Mom, massaging her perky little B-cups and spreading her toned thighs just slightly, is unabashed about showing you her cunt. She basks in how you stare.
N-Mom's tits are larger, closer to C-cup, and you have a strong urge to suck them -- guess old habits die hard. Whereas K-Mom's skin is olive, N-Mom is pale as milk. They cut quite a contrast side-by-side.
A cock juts up, huge and hard, from N-Mom's lap.
It's fake, of course. It would be ridiculous to think N-Mom has a real penis. But the thing is a convincing forgery, its veiny shaft and ridged foreskin and pendulous balls in every way like the real thing. It's a bit darker than her natural skin tone, but realistically so. If she did have a cock, this is what it would look like, monstrous and engorged, with an angry, swarthy, red-tinted hue. The only way you'd be able to tell that it's just a well-made toy, if you didn't already know it, is the harness that secures it: black straps that cross in an X over her thighs and loop around her waist like a belt. That, and -- also the fact that its other end, inserted deep up her twat, is loudly buzzing.
"Choose," N-Mom says.
"Yeah, choose," K-Mom says with a grin. She tries to entice you by pulling her pussy lips apart, fore- and middle fingers forming a V. The mocha lips peel off one another and reveal a bright pink, glistening interior that looks incredibly warm and makes your mouth water. K-Mom definitely knows what you like and isn't ashamed to show you she's got it. Keeping her twat spread, she uses her thumb to strum her clitty to hardness. She stretches out a limber leg and strokes your upper thigh with her foot. "C'mon, baby. Come eat your Mom's pussy."
N-Mom grips her strap-on at the base and tugs it like a real cock. "I heard you earlier, bouncing up and down on Talia's dick out in the living room. You can't get enough cock, can you? Come sit in my lap. I've got something even better for you."
"I'll let you lick my asshole, too," K-Mom says. She runs a hand under her butt and spreads one cheek to show off the dark hole to you. "I really like getting my asshole eaten."
"I'll fuck you up the ass until you're seeing stars," N-Mom promises.
You're seeing stars already.
"Come on, Wes," K-Mom says. She turns around and gets onto all fours, her round little ass jutting over the edge of the mattress. She wags her hips. Your eyes follow her juicy butt, the folded cleft of her vulva, the tight pucker of her ass, and you're under her spell again. "You've been practicing eating pussy so much. I'm just dying to cum on your face."
"You want something in your mouth?" N-Mom says. She partially stands, with one foot on the ground and one folded underneath her butt. In this position the dildo sticks way out, accentuating its length, looking more like a weapon than a pleasure toy. "That's fine, too. Let Mama fuck your face."
They battle for your attention, and their voices overlap as they lewdly rub themselves and gesture and beckon. Finally you cut through it by announcing:
"I want you both."
They stop, N-Mom peering down at you with her cock in her hand and K-Mom with her head peeking back over her shoulder. You rise and crawl onto the bed in between them. It's warm. It smells like both of them and the downy comforter is nice against your naked flesh. You lie on your back. They circle and stare down at you.
"Give up the stupid bet," you say. "I want you both."
K-Mom strokes your leg. Her fingers lightly tease your dewy inner thigh and her fingernails gently rake your skin. You spread yourself for her. N-Mom meanwhile runs a palm up your scrawny middle. She rubs your nearly concave tummy, your protruding ribs, and then she gropes your flat chest. She tweaks your nipples to hardness. She traces the outline of your collarbone and presses the crook of her thumb to the hollow of your neck as if she might start strangling you at any moment. You stare deeply into her eyes. Pulling some hair behind her ear, she leans over you and kisses you. K-Mom chooses that moment to molest you outright, her flattened fingers tracing little circles around the puffy mound between your legs.
Maybe K-Mom has a jealous streak. She horns in on the tender kiss between you and N-Mom. And so the two of them trade you back and forth, kissing you eagerly, moaning in your ear. K-Mom frigs your pussy and N-Mom toys with your breasts.
"How do you want it?" K-Mom asks.
"I don't care," you reply. "Just fuck me hard."
They look at each other. Then back down at you. N-Mom threatens strangulation again, putting her hand on your throat. K-Mom's fingers slip inside you and cruelly dig around.
"We might get rough," N-Mom warns you.
"It might hurt," K-Mom adds.
You smile up at them. "Good," you say.
They take their places. K-Mom sits over your face and N-Mom positions herself between your legs.
"No going back," N-Mom warns.
"You're our bitch tonight," K-Mom says.
"I'm your bitch," you agree.
They fuck you. Hard. No more preamble or foreplay, just two women bearing down on your with all their force. K-Mom plants her ass on your face and N-Mom shoves all 8 inches or so of her rubber dick into your pussy. Your senses are on overload: your nostrils filling with the musky scent of K-Mom's ass and cunt, your ears ringing with their moaning, your pussy singing out in melded pain and pleasure. K-Mom leaks into your mouth and you smack your lips as you try to keep up with the flow. Her cunt juice is like a peach's nectar, thick and cloying, and with a tendency to cling to your esophagus on the way down, coating it. The more she rides you the more slippery the ride becomes, your features going all slick and slimy. She rests on balled fists and really wags her hips just as fast as they can go. You're her daughter, but she's rubbing herself all over your face like you're some cheap hooker she bought for an hour.
N-Mom is equally vicious. She hammers her cock home as insistently and as selfishly as any man seeking his own pleasure would. It makes sense. After all, she has a vibing dildo on the other end of the harness that wedges itself harder and deeper against her own insides the harder and deeper she fucks you. She's chasing her orgasm, racing K-Mom to the finish.
You try to see, and catch only brief glimpses from between the tanned thighs pinning your face. N-Mom is making an utter ruin of your cunt, leaving it a swollen, red, puffed-up mess.
"I'm cumming!" K-Mom screams. She settles her weight fully, blinding you under her stuffy, sweaty butt. She bounces with erratic, short little swings of her hip. A slurping noise emanates from the space between her genitals and your face. You wag your tongue and taste her all over, her cunt, her taint, her asshole. You kiss her twat and suckle on her clit. You suckle it like it will give you mother's milk. But this isn't enough for her and so she flicks it too, then rubs it roughly with one hand -- the hand she wears her wedding band on -- while she squirts on you. She almost sobs in pleasure as you bring her off. "That's it! Take my cum, you fucking bitch!" She barely finishes cumming before N-Mom is pushing her back. "Hey-- what the f--" she gasps, but N-Mom ignores her.
There's a sharp slap of flesh on flesh as N-Mom grabs you about the waist and pulls you toward her thrusting cock. She presses your thighs together to tighten up your hole. It makes her invading tool feel even more massive. Then, getting her hands under your knees to lift your calves, she presses her face to your pushed-together soles.
"M... Mom...?" You breathe.
"Sho good... shooo good..." she grunts, fucking and huffing your smell.
"God," K-Mom says, still a little breathless. "Warn me next time."
"I'm shorry," she slurs.
But she isn't sorry at all. She's still after her orgasm. That's all she cares about now. She licks and smells your feet all over -- it's embarrassing, but kind of cute, too -- and swings her hips back and forth on the mattress. Then as suddenly as she started with that, she stops. She hunches forward and gets you in a mating press, lifts one of your arms -- puts her nose in your armpit. You look uncertainly back at K-Mom. K-Mom just shrugs.
"Summer was right... she wash sho right..." N-Mom says without pulling her face away. "Ungh... oh, fuck..."
You chew the side of your forefinger and stifle a moan. Summer was right, all right -- and you're weak to this kind of play, yourself. N-Mom's head sort of nods as she sniffs your armpit and fucks you silly. You tingle all over.
"Here," K-Mom says, drawing your attention. "Could you be a good girl for me and... there you go..." she eases herself down against some pillows and, holding your wrist, directs you to masturbate her pussy. She lies back and watches you work. "I love the way you do that. You're so good at it, Wes."
"Thank you, Mommy."
N-Mom ruts inside you. The cool rush of air under your arm every time she inhales is making you ticklish. You can't help giggling. Still, you diligently play with K-Mom's pussy for her.
"I want you to start sleeping in our bed with us," K-Mom says. "Our pussies get really horny at night... you can take care of them for us, right? You'll help us cum?"
"Uh huh," you agree.
K-Mom pets you. "Good girl. You'll make your Mommies cum a lot, won't you?"
N-Mom pulls her face free of your armpit. She's covered in sweat and grime, her hair is matted. Her eyes are wild. "Ah-- ahhh," she moans. "I'm gonna cum... are you cumming too, baby?"
You nod slowly. She runs a palm down the side of your face.
"Me too," K-Mom pants. She guides your thumb, making you use it to rub her clit in circles. Partly lifting her ass from the pillows, she squirts for the second time. This one is a geyser of girlcum that flies in an erratic arc and spatters your face. The ejaculation nails N-Mom too, but she doesn't care at all. Moaning and screaming, you all three cum for each other.
N-Mom pulls her ersatz cock free of your clamping pussy as soon as the climax subsides. She fumblingly gets the strapon off, and, digging at her freshly exposed cunt with masturbatory ecstasy, she begs you in a desperate voice to get up onto your knees.
What else can you do? As soon as you oblige her, she's underneath you, her arms around your legs to keep them spread, burying her face in your mound. She eats you, almost literally -- wraps her mouth around your vulva and lightly bites down on the soft sticky flesh, while her tongue snakes out and slathers your sore insides with her spit. She's a pig, a fucking pig at a trough, and you gaze down in wonder as she gorges on you.
K-Mom rests a chin on your shoulder. "She's the biggest dyke I ever met," she whispers. She gives you a sly smile. "Bigger than you are, even."
"She's... so good at eating pussy..." you breathe. You'd fall over with the pleasure of it, but N-Mom is holding you fast -- she won't let go of you until she's had her fill.
"She should be good at it," K-Mom says. She winks. "I've been training her."
---
In the afterglow, when you're all a sweaty heaving pile of limbs, N-Mom asks: "was it good for you, too, baby?"
"Yes," you say.
K-Mom rubs you under your chin. "Night's young. And I don't know about you, but I could stand to get my cunt off a couple more times. Any other nasty things you want to do?"
You begin to say something, but demure.
"What is it?" K-Mom insists.
Unable to meet their eyes, you ask falteringly: "could you... pee on me?"
The Moms give each other uncertain looks, but then decide to roll with it. Onto your back you go again, this time with both your mothers straddling your face. They link hands and stare down the narrow gap between their naked bodies -- down at you. You open your mouth for them: "Aaaaahhhhh."
K-Mom makes the stream come first, but N-Mom is close behind. A trickle becomes a stream becomes a torrential downpour that threatens to drown. Your opened mouth fills as fast as you can swallow, the yellow liquid pattering as in a toilet bowl, then overflowing, spilling in rivulets down your fucked-out face, to the towel laid out under your head. Hands still linked, your mothers kiss and writhe against each other as they inaugurate your new role of Keki family cumdump by pissing down your throat.