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Cookie held a finger to her lips while looking up at the camera.  Then she went over to the door of her room and opened it.  I faintly heard Mom say something over the Christmas music in my earbuds, and then Cookie said, “What do you think, Sis?  Follow them.”

Mom responded, and then Cookie gave me a thumbs-up to the camera.  She crawled into bed to wait, striking a sexy pose.

The wait for Mom to change felt as if it was taking forever.  I was so nervous that my erection even drooped.  Finally, Cookie perked up, and beckoned Mom into the room.

Mom strutted in, wearing candy-cane striped stockings, just like Cookie’s.  The rest of her outfit was nearly identical, save it was primarily white, instead of red.

“You look good enough to eat, Sis,” Cookie said.

“I hope so,” Mom responded.

Cookie said, “Pour us a drink.”

Mom picked up the bottle, looked at it, and said, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Thought you might need to loosen up a little after that awful party.”

“Awful doesn’t even begin to describe it.”  Despite her protest, Mom opened the bottle and poured two glasses.

Damn, she looked so fucking hot slipping into bed with her friend.  They clinked their glasses together, said, “Cheers,” and then drank.

Cookie licked the creamy liquor off her upper lip and asked, “Is this a better Christmas party?”

“It’s not a party yet,” Mom answered suggestively.

“I’ve got a party favor,” Cookie said, and then retrieved a tablet from her nightstand.  “Your naughty boy Wayne sent his auntie some pictures.”

Mom gasped when Cookie brought up the picture.  “Oh my.  That’s a lot of cum.”

“And then this one was just a little later,” Cookie said while swiping.

Mom bit her lower lip, moaned, and said, “Good heavens.  He could drown a girl with all that.”  She then swiped back to the first picture.

“Like that one, do you?” Cookie asked.  “I was teasing him about sliding that cock into Mommy’s pussy.  That’s what made him come so hard.  Just imagine all that cum all over you.”

“Oh, I’d rather have it deep inside me.”

Needless to say, I was rock hard and throbbing again by that point.  Hearing Mom say that forced me to give it a squeeze to calm it down.

“I’m good either way, so long as I get to eat it all up afterward.”

Mom said, “Then I definitely want it inside me.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Cookie said, and held up her glass.

They clinked their glasses together, and when Mom noticed Cookie chugging hers, she did the same.

Mom blew out a long breath between pursed lips when she finished her eggnog.  “Whew, that’s strong.  I’m already feeling it.”

Cookie took the glasses and sat them down on the nightstand.  Then she pulled Mom into a hungry kiss.  They both lost their Santa hats almost immediately.  I watched them kiss and caress each other, straining to hear Cookie’s quiet voice.  I only caught snippets of it, but I knew she was talking about me, and saying my name a lot.  It was certainly having an effect on Mom.  She was moaning, gasping, and whimpering the whole while.  I had to fight down my own groans as I squeezed my cock.

Cookie pulled away and said, “I’ve got an early Christmas present for you.”

Mom glanced toward the bedroom door.

“And what were you expecting?” Cookie asked with sultry laughter in her voice.  She scooted across the bed, and leaned over to reach into the drawer of her nightstand.

“You are a terrible tease.  Do you know that, Sissy?”

“You love it.”  Cookie pulled out a white blindfold, matching Mom’s outfit, and trimmed in fur, just like the rest of the garments.  “No peeking, if you want your present.”

Mom pouted, and the sight of it in the soft glow of the Christmas lights gave me the shivers.  Then she sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, “Fine.”

Cookie maneuvered Mom until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and then moved in behind her.  She snuggled in until her tits were pressed against Mom’s back, and then put on the blindfold.

She waved her hand in front of Mom’s face and asked, “Can you see anything?”

“Of course not.  Come on,” Mom answered.

My heart skipped a beat when Cookie waved to the camera, beckoning me into the room.  I swallowed hard, pulled the earbuds out of my ears, and shut down the app.  My legs were weak and wobbly as I walked naked in a Santa hat down the hall, toward Cookie’s room.

“You’re killing me,” Mom said as I opened the door.

“Just a second more,” Cookie said, while nodding for me to approach.

“How am I supposed to unwrap a present when I can’t even see what I’m doing?” Mom asked.

“I didn’t think you’d want this wrapped.”  I must have been walking toward the bed a little too slowly, because Cookie added an impatient wave to her nodding.

I took the final couple of steps, and I could tell Mom had either heard the door, my footsteps, or realized someone else was in the room somehow.  Cookie guided me until I was standing right in front of Mom.  She took Mom’s hand, lifted it, and curled her fingers around my cock.  I stiffened, trembled, and let out a barely audible little grunt past where I’d tried to trap it in my throat.

Mom gasped and asked, “Sis, is my present what I think it is?”

She started stroking my cock, and Cookie moved her hand, letting Mom have full control.  I stood in open-mouthed awe with my dick in Mom’s hand.

“What do you think it is?” Cookie asked.

Mom grinned, licked her lips, and asked, “Is it...”

At that moment, Cookie pulled off the blindfold.

Mom’s eyes shot wide open.  She jerked her hand away from my cock, and screeched, “Wayne!”

I winced at the reaction and watched her try to scramble away.  Cookie held onto her, and more or less had her trapped between us.  Mom snatched up a pillow and tried to cover herself with it while closing her eyes.

“Shhh.  Calm down.  Just look at him,” Cookie said.

Mom looked off to the side, her eyes still tightly closed, and said, “No.  Oh my god.  I can’t...  How could you?”

“You saw – felt how hard he is,” Cookie said.  “That cock is hard for you, Sis.  He wants you.  He wants Mommy.”

“Candice, this is serious.  This isn’t a game.  Oh god.  Oh god.”

Cookie looked up at me and said, “Tell her, Wayne.”

Put on the spot, I said the first thing that popped in my head.  “Mom, that felt so good.”

She only let out a weepy groan in response.

Cookie mimed stroking Mom’s hair, and I reached out.  Just as my fingers slid into Mom’s hair and she flinched, Cookie mouthed, Tell her to look at you.

“Mom.  Look at me, please.  You’re so beautiful.  So sexy.” The words just tumbled out as I looked down at her.

Mom said, “Wayne, I can’t.  We can’t.  This isn’t...  I...  I...”  Her eyes drifted open.  She looked at me, and drew in a shuddering breath.

Cookie leaned in close to Mom’s ear and said, “He wants this.  You want this.  Stop fighting it.  This isn’t fantasy.  It’s reality, and so much better.”

The chorus of All I Want For Christmas Is You playing in the background crystalized the moment perfectly.

Mom’s gaze darted downward for a moment, and then back up to my eyes.  “Oh, honey,” she said in a breathless voice.

I have no idea where she was hiding it, but the next thing I knew, Cookie was holding a sprig of mistletoe over the top of Mom’s head.  Mom glanced up, saw it, and let out a weak, nervous chuckle.  Then she met my eyes, reached for my hand, and said, “Come here, honey.”

I leaned down, and Mom guided my hand to her cheek.  Then she slipped her hands behind my head, and pulled me to her lips.  The kiss was soft, and oh-so sweet, but there was an undercurrent of desire lurking beneath the softness.  I could feel it, and responded in kind.

Still holding me, Mom pulled away from my lips and asked, “Are you sure you want this, honey?”

“So bad,” I answered with the hunger she’d stoked in me filling my voice.

She locked lips with me again, and our kiss was even more passionate.  My Santa hat finally joined the other two when Mom’s roaming hand pushed it off my head.  I had a moment of panic when Mom stiffened.  I opened my eyes, and saw that Cookie was sliding Mom’s bra strap down off her shoulder.

“Exactly what do you think you’re doing?” Mom asked.

Undeterred, Cookie went after the other bra strap.  “What do you think I’m doing, Sis?”

Mom looked at me and said, “Your aunt has no patience whatsoever.”  She let out a surprised oh when Cookie popped open the clasp of her bra.

“I don’t think he’s all that patient either, from the way that cock is bouncing around,” Cookie remarked.

Mom pulled away from Cookie, holding her bra in place, and asked, “Do you want to see them?”

I nodded with a wide smile on my face and said, “Yeah, Mom.”

A shoulder check from Mom encouraged Cookie to move out of the way.  Mom then scooted back – still holding onto her bra – turned, and lay down.  Only then did she carefully slip her arms out of the straps, one after the other, and finally drag the bra across her chest to drop it on the bed.

Mom pushed those big tits together and asked, “Do you like them?”

“Your...”  I stopped myself before saying tits.  “Uhm...  You have great breasts, Mom.”

“You can call them tits, honey,” she said, and punctuated it with a little laugh.

“I love your tits, Mom,” I said as I drank in the sight of them – so close, and with no screen between us for the first time.

Then, Cookie was dangling the mistletoe over them.  “So, show her.”

“Show me,” Mom repeated.

I climbed into the bed, eager to do exactly that.  Once I dropped down to my hands, Mom put a hand behind my head and pulled me toward her breasts.  At the same time, her other hand cupped under my cock with surprising speed and accuracy.  A sharp moan escaped me as I wrapped my lips around her nipple.

“Oh sweetie,” Mom said.  “That feels so good.”

Feeling Mom shiver as I sucked her stiff nipple and hearing the pleasure in her voice made me break out into gooseflesh.  I suckled it softly, caressing it with my lips.

“I have two, you know, Sis,” Mom suggested.

Cookie got the hint.  I saw her suck Mom’s other nipple between her lips.

After a few seconds, Mom said, “You can do it harder, if you want, honey.”

Her fingers, which had been stroking my scalp and running through my hair, pushed down a little harder when I followed her suggestion.

“Oh, that’s it, honey,” Mom gasped.

Mom moaned and wriggled beneath me.  Cookie was moaning loudly too.  All the while, Mom’s fingers were gliding over my erection with a feather-light touch.

“You’re making me so wet, Wayne,” she said in a husky voice after a minute or so.  Her fingers then wrapped around my cock and she said, “Let me see.”

I reluctantly let her nipple go, and pushed up to my knees.  Mom gasped, licked her lips, and gave a gentle tug on my erection.  I put one foot on the floor and scooted my way toward the head of the bed.  Mom rolled on her side and guided me to where I was sitting next to her on the bed.  Her soft hand slid up and down my cock, making me let out a series of clipped grunts.

Cookie was kneeling behind Mom, running her hands over Mom’s ass.  She said, “It’s bigger than his dad’s, isn’t it?”

Mom looked up at me and nodded.  “Your father wasn’t exactly hung.  Oh, it’s gorgeous, honey.  So hard.  I can’t remember the last time I felt a cock this hard.”

“Hard for you, Mom,” I heard myself say.

Mom’s eyes rolled up in her head and she whimpered.

Cookie reached out, and sure enough, dangled the mistletoe over my erection.  Mom looked up at her and sighed.  Cookie laughed and said, “Oh, come on.  You knew that was coming, Sis.”

Mom shook her head, turned back to me, and moved in to plant a soft kiss on the head of my cock.  It bounced away from her touch, and then promptly slapped against her lips again.  Her tongue snaked out, curling around the head, and made my dick bounce again.

“Tell her to stop playing around and suck it already,” Cookie said.

Mom gave me another lick and asked, “Is that you what you want?  Tell me what you want.”

The words tumbled from my lips in a rush.  “Please suck it, Mom.”

She corralled it in her hand, wiggled a little closer, and did just that.  My mouth opened, but no sound came out when her lips slid down my shaft.  She’d already taken about half of me in her mouth, slid her lips back to the tip, and started down again before I could force out a clipped grunt.

It was pure magic watching Mom push forward, making my dick vanish.  She was sucking me so slow, letting me feel her lips on every inch of me.  My cock glistened with her saliva, reflecting the multicolored lights, and she let out excited little moans around me.

“Is Mommy doing a good job sucking that cock for you?” Cookie asked.

“So good.  You look so sexy, Mom.”

Mom moaned a little louder, and I groaned when her next suck took me almost to the root.  The one that followed was just as deep.  I had to put one hand on the back of her head and one on her shoulder to hold my balance, because it felt so amazing.

“Aren’t you going to share with your little sister?” Cookie asked.

Mom slowly pulled back to the tip, let me go, and planted several soft kisses on the head of my cock.  Then she looked up at me, patted the bed, and said, “Come lie down.”

As I climbed into the bed, Mom moved to make room in the center.  Cookie quickly popped the clasp of her bra, pulled her arms out of the straps, and tossed it to the floor.  Cookie and Mom dropped to their hands over me – their tits resting lightly on my legs – shared a look, and then came at me from both sides.

“Oh fuck,” I said as two tongues slid up and down my cock.

“Your son’s cock tastes so good,” Cookie said.

“So good,” Mom agreed.  Then she slid her tongue down my shaft, to my balls, and gave them a broad-tongued lap.

Cookie’s tongue went the opposite way, and when it reached the head, she took me in.

It was beyond my wildest fantasies.  I had two hot women between my legs, licking and sucking.  Having one of them be my mom was even more intense.

Her breath hot on my balls, Mom asked, “Do you like having your aunt suck your cock while I lick your balls, honey?”

“So hot,” I growled.

Mom tickled my balls with the tip of her tongue for a few seconds, and then said, “Don’t you come, now.  That cum is mine.”

“All yours, Mom,” I agreed.

Cookie let out a disappointed moan around me.

“You can have all you want second hand, Sissy,” Mom said before turning her attention back to my balls.

It was only a few seconds later that Mom let out a gasp and lifted her head.  She patted Cookie on the head and said, “My turn.”

I growled as Cookie sucked like a vacuum – at a torturously slow pace – back to the head, and finally let it pop out of her lips.  She pointed my dick toward Mom, and Mom made it vanish in her mouth.

“Ah!  Ah!  Shit!” I cried out in delight when Mom started sucking me hard and fast.  Her hair bounced, and her tits dragged on my leg.  Faint croaks sounded sometimes when she took me deep, and air rushed in around her lips at the tip.

Cookie crawled up next to me, and leaned in to whisper in my ear.  “Tell her to suck that cock.”

“Yeah, suck my cock,” I repeated.

Mom moaned, “Mmm hmm,” around me.

“Show him what a good little cocksucker Mommy is,” Cookie said in a tone that had a sneering quality to it.

“That’s so good.  So fucking hot, Mom,” I said.  The tickle that had already been building in the head of my cock rapidly swelled through the whole shaft.

Mom was relentless.  I was fighting a losing battle, and it was happening fast.  An especially sharp jolt of pleasure made my hips buck, and Mom let out a loud croak when my cock pushed into her throat.

She jerked away, gagging and trailing thick strands of saliva.  Then she coughed.

“S-sorry, Mom,” I apologized.

She coughed again, sniffled, and then swallowed.  “It’s okay, honey.”  She sniffled again.  “I know you didn’t mean to.  Were you close?”

Cookie elaborated, “About to fill Mommy’s mouth with cum?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

Mom – still sniffling – wiped her chin and said, “Now, honey, you should warn a girl before that happens.  Let her be ready so she doesn’t choke on all that cum.”

I nodded.  “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Mom said.  She then gave my bouncing erection a pat and said, “Let’s give you a little rest.  It will be so much better if you wait a little while and build up a nice big load for me.”

Little did she know that I’d been building one up for a day and a half already.  A little of that crept into my voice when I said, “Okay.”

Mom smiled and said, “Oh, don’t pout.”  She then let out a moan, rose up over her knees, and slid a hand into her panties.

“That’s so hot,” I said as I watched her fingers wiggle beneath the satiny white cloth.

“Would you like to lick my pussy, honey?” she asked, giving me a stare so sultry it nearly made me melt.

I licked my lips and swallowed.  “Can I?”

She offered me a crooked grin and pulled her hand out of her panties.  “I don’t know.  Can you?”  She then brought her wet fingers to her lips to suck them clean.

“May I lick your pussy, Mommy?” Cookie prompted, stressing the grammar.

“May I lick your pussy, Mom?” I corrected.

“Yes, you may,” she answered.  “Make some room for me.”

Cookie laughed when I popped up like a ninja to get out of the way.  Mom was much more graceful when she turned around and slowly reclined.  She looked over at Cookie and asked, “What, no mistletoe this time?”

“I don’t think he needs any mistletoe to encourage him,” Cookie said.  She looked my way and asked, “Do you?”

I shook my head emphatically.

Mom ran her hands over the crotch of her panties while parting her legs.  “Then come here and unwrap your present.”

As I moved into position between Mom’s legs, she spread them even wider.  I was a little excited, to say the least, and couldn’t quite work the button at first.  I took a deep breath, blew it out hard through my nose, and concentrated.  As soon as the first button was open, I popped open the other, and pulled the flap down.  My mouth instantly started watering at the sight of Mom’s hairy pussy.

Mom lifted her butt, shoved the flap under her, and pushed up the top part of the panty crotch to get it out of the way.  She moaned, spread her pussy lips with her fingers, and said, “Lick my pussy, honey.”

Cookie slid in next to us, and pushed down on my head.  I really didn’t need any additional incentive.  I filled my lungs with the scent of her arousal and dived in.

“Oh yes, honey!” Mom whimpered.

I lapped the parting of her lips, drinking up her juices.  She tasted different from Cookie, but just as good.  If anything, I think she was even wetter.  I lapped away, exalting in the sounds of pleasure Mom was making.

“That’s it, lick Mommy’s pussy good,” Cookie said, her hand still resting on the back of my head.  Her other hand slipped in somehow, and she pulled back the hood over Mom’s clit.  “Right there.  Tickle it with the tip of your tongue.”

I did, and got rewarded with a loud squeal.  I glanced up, and I was just able to see Mom squeezing her tits hard.  I flicked my tongue even faster.  Mom yelped and her hips lifted, grinding her pussy against my lips.

The pressure from Cookie’s hand on my head changed, trying to point my lips downward.  “Now, down there.  Lick up Mommy’s pussy juice.  Lick it hard.”

I was all over it, following her instructions as soon as she gave them.  The way Mom squirmed and whimpered was all the incentive I needed.  I might not have had much experience at that point, but I knew better than to question a woman telling me how to lick a pussy.

Cookie’s next suggestion – more of an order, really – was, “Now stick it in deep.  Tongue fuck her pussy.”

That took me a few seconds to figure out.  I had some help when Cookie guided me to turn my head sideways.  As soon as I did, I got the hang of it.  I could even feel Mom’s pussy squeezing my tongue.  My dick throbbed hard as I imagined how good it would feel when I slid inside her.

“Go back to Mommy’s clit.  Suck it,” Cookie told me.

Her hand left the back of my head, and I felt the mattress dipping.  It took a couple of slurps, but I managed to pull Mom’s clit between my lips and suck it.  A twitch of her hips pulled it out a moment later, but I went straight back after it.

A loud buzz and a burst of light from the side caused my eyes to snap toward where Cookie was spreading her legs.  Mom let out a laugh when she saw what her friend was doing.  Cookie had a dildo that was shining bright red, and had a handle made to look like a Christmas tree.  The color shifted to green while Cookie rubbed it between her pussy lips, and then back to red when she buried it inside her.  The light was so bright I could actually see it shining through her skin.

“Don’t let your aunt distract you with her silly toy,” Mom said.  Her hands slid to the back of my head.

“That’s right, you lick Mommy’s pussy and make her scream,” Cookie agreed.

“Suck on the lips, honey,” Mom suggested.

I was good with that.  I sucked them in, feeling the texture, and letting them slip free.  I did it a couple more times, with the light from Cookie’s dildo creating a red and green strobe, and a rhythmic hum as she fucked herself with it.

“Now lick my clit hard,” Mom said with a hint of extra authority in her voice.

I looked down to get my bearings, and then pressed my tongue at the top of her pussy.

Mom said, “Harder.”

I bore down, licking hard, and felt her fingers curl into claws on the back of my head.

“Yes!  Just like that.  Right there,” Mom cried.

Though my neck, jaw, and tongue were beginning to ache a little, the steady stream of whimpers and yelps from Mom easily let me ignore it.  I licked her clit as hard and fast as I could.

Mom gasped, and then yelped.  Her hands suddenly moved to my cheeks, her fingers curling under my chin.

“Come here.  Come here.  Give me a kiss,” she said in a stilted, high-pitched voice.

I gave her clit one final lick, and then let her pull me to her other lips.  She kissed me hard.  She shoved her tongue into my mouth, and held my head tight.  She gasped when she let her head fall back, and then started licking her pussy juice off my face.

“I taste so good on your lips,” she said between licks.

“Your pussy tastes so good,” I said.  “I want to make you come, Mom.”

She gasped again as her head lolled back, and her eyes rolled up in her head.  Her eyes shot wide open a second later and she groaned.  I knew why when I saw Cookie burying her brightly glowing dildo in Mom’s pussy.  It shone through her skin as well, but I only had a second to notice before Cookie moved in to lick Mom’s clit.

Mom turned my head back to look at her.  “You want to...” she had to pause and grunt.  “Want to make me come?”

“Yeah, Mom.”

“Do it, honey.  Lick my pussy and make me come.”

The volume of the dildo’s hum shot up when Cookie pulled it out of Mom’s pussy.  “You heard her.  Get down here and make Mommy come all over your face.”

I half scooted, half bounced my way toward the foot of the bed.  I saw Cookie sucking her dildo clean just before I buried my face between Mom’s thighs.  I went straight back to licking her clit hard.

“That’s it.  Right there.  That’s it.  Don’t stop,” Mom pleaded.

There was no way I was stopping.  I could feel her muscles tightening.  The taste of her juices got stronger.  She lifted her pussy up, and pulled my head down.  There was nothing I wanted more than to make her come.

I felt her fingers tighten in my hair after a minute or so, and she cried out, “My clit!  Suck my clit!”

I got a hold of her clit on the first try, and sucked it hard.  She screamed loud and long.

“Come for him, Sis.  Come all over your son’s face,” I heard Cookie say.

Mom shouted, “Harder.  Don’t stop.  Don’t stop.  Gonna make me come.  Gonna make me...  Oh!  Oh god!  Oh my...”

I swear I felt like I was flying when Mom wailed and her thighs clamped down over my ears.  She was coming, and I had made it happen.  I rode her lurching hips – serenaded by her muffled screams – and kept chasing her pussy with my tongue.

It took a sudden buck of her hips, combined with her legs snapping open, and a violent shove on my head to make me stop.  Her knees slapped together almost before I was clear, and she curled up into a ball with a yelp.  I rose up onto my knees, smiling like a fool, and full of pride.  Mom’s face was bright red, and tight with ecstasy.  The redness went all the way down her neck.  Even her breasts were flushed.

A rising buzz went abruptly silent, and I saw Cookie toss her vibrator off to the side.  She hooked a foot behind my leg and said, “Now, it’s aunt Cookie’s turn to come.  Get over here.”

Her face was already red, and she was breathing hard.  I was riding high, and her creamy pussy drew me in.

“Suck it.  Suck it,” Cookie demanded as I dropped into the V of her legs.

I latched onto her clit, sucked it hard, and shivered when she screamed in response. I don’t think it took even thirty seconds for her to come, and my second wild, neck-wrenching ride clamped between soft thighs began.

When Cookie’s legs snapped open, I grabbed on, kept her from pushing me away, and managed to get her clit between my lips.  Her shriek was almost loud enough to shatter glass.

Weak, uncoordinated arms alternately pushed on my head and tried to pull my hair.  A weepy cry of, “S-stop.  Can’t.  Please,” finally made me relent.  The moment I was out of the way, her hands slapped protectively over her pussy and she pulled her knees up as an additional barrier.

I felt like a god as I sat there watching them.  Mom was still twitching and moaning.  Cookie was lurching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Knowing I was responsible for that was a feeling that mere words can’t describe.

Mom let out a long, languid moan, stretched out, and smiled at me.  “Oh, honey.  You made me come so hard.”

“I loved it, Mom.”

She sat up, pulled her knees under her, and moved in for a kiss.  Our tongues twined in a slippery dance as our hands caressed each other’s faces.

Mom pulled back, twitched her eyebrows at me, and then said, “Such a good boy, making your auntie come too.”

Cookie responded with a squeaky, “Uh huh.”

Mom and I embraced as we broke out into laughter.  When we pulled back, Mom’s hand slid down my stomach, and her fingers curled around my cock.

“It’s been so long, honey,” she said as she slowly stroked my erection.  “I needed that so bad.  Such a sweet boy, taking care of us when you’re so hard – so ready.  Do you want to be inside me?”

“God yeah.”

Cookie groaned, and then gasped as she straightened out to look at us.  “R-ride him, Sis.  S-sit on your son’s cock and ride it until you come all over it.”

“Would you like that, honey?” Mom asked.  “Want me to ride your cock?”

“Yeah, ride me, Mom.”

She smiled and said, “Lie down.”

I turned as Mom moved out of the way.  While I was lying down, she stood up on the mattress.  She ran her hands up and down her hips while looking down on me with a sultry stare.  Once I had settled on the pillow, she walked over top of me, and then slowly squatted down – her hips swaying back and forth.  I groaned when her wet heat settled directly on my cock.

Mom ground her pussy on me, letting out sexy moans.  I could hear the wet hiss of her pussy lips sliding over my skin.  Though she didn’t look particularly strong yet, Cookie sat up, and scooted in behind Mom.

Mom asked, “Are you ready, honey?”

I nodded hard.

“Me too,” Mom said, and gave a cute twitch of her nose.  She pulled her knees closer together to lift up off me.  Then Cookie helped her balance when she lifted one knee, took my cock in hand, and settled it against her pussy lips.

Mom gasped when the head popped into her canal.  I grunted, and the stiffening of my muscles thrust my hips upward, even as she sank down.  She was so soaking wet that I easily slid in balls deep.  At long last, I was buried in Mom’s tight, hot, slippery pussy.

“Ooo, honey,” Mom said as she shuddered atop me.  “So full.”

“God, your pussy feels so good, Mom,” I responded.

She moaned and said, “Your cock fits me so well.”  Mom lifted up, my cock sliding against her satiny walls, and then she impaled herself on it again.

Cookie leaned in and whispered something in Mom’s ear.  Mom nodded, and switched to slowly rocking her hips back and forth.  Then Cookie’s hands slid around Mom’s body.  One glided down to Mom’s pussy, to rub her clit.  The other squeezed one of her big tits.

“That good, honey?” Mom asked.

I answered, “So good.”

She looked unbelievable, sitting atop me, her body moving like a wave.  Her moans were the sweetest music.  Her gaze – locked with mine – connected us in ways I’d never felt before.

Not that I didn’t notice Cookie’s hands and get extra turned on by her addition.

A whimper and a gasp marked a transition, when Mom’s hips started rocking faster.  A spark of fire lit in her eyes.

“That’s it, Sis,” Cookie said.  “Ride your son’s big cock.  He wants to feel Mommy’s pussy come all over him.”

“Oh god,” Mom whimpered.

I chimed in with, “Yes.  Come for me, Mom.”

“I want it.  I need it,” Mom said in a voice husky with passion.

Cookie was rubbing Mom’s clit in fast circles, leaned against her back, and talking directly into her ear.  “He wants it.  Give it to him.  Show him how much Mommy loves his big cock.”

Mom whimpered, “Oh, I love your cock, honey.  So deep.  So hard.”

“Your pussy’s so tight Mom.  Come for me,” I encouraged her.

That’s when Mom startled me with a deep, primal growl, and came unglued.  Her hips slammed back and forth, yanking at the root of my cock.  Then she would bounce on it, our bodies colliding with loud smacks.  She kept growling, though an occasional yelp would burst from her lips as well.  Pussy juice meandered through the creases in my balls.

Cookie followed Mom’s movements with perfect precision, keeping her fingers flashing over Mom’s clit.  She let go of Mom’s tit, letting both of them swing wildly from her frantic motion.

I saw Mom’s cheeks flush at about the same time as a wicked itch shot all through my cock.  I clenched my teeth and steeled my will, trying not to come before she did.

Mom screamed and growled, her head lashing about, whipping her hair.  Her fingers curled into claws.  The flush in her cheeks deepened, and then filled her whole face.  Sweat beaded on her forehead, and a sheen of it on her skin reflected the multicolored lights all around us.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Sis?” Cookie said.

Mom screamed, “Yes!”

“About to come all over your son’s cock?”

“Yes!” Mom screamed even louder.

Cookie spat out, “Fucking do it.”

My voice tight, and emerging from between clenched teeth, I said, “Yeah.  Fucking come for me, Mom.”

Mom yelped, “Gonna...” but then a long scream stole her words, rising in volume in pitch, and culminating in a banshee’s wail as her orgasm claimed her.  Her pussy contracted around me with ferocious strength.  She spasmed atop me – screaming and screeching – and then suddenly lurched forward.

Mom landed hard on my chest.  She jammed one arm behind my neck, and the other behind my back.  Her nails clawed into me and her screams sounded almost directly in my ear.  Her grip on me was as tenacious as her climax’s grip on her.

I remained statue-still beneath her, gnashing my teeth, and with a roar sounding in my head.  I was holding on by my fingernails, trying not to come yet.  I could feel the cum trying to surge up my shaft, and I fought it with every ounce of my will.  A little dribble seeped out, and then another, but I managed to keep the floodgates closed.  I wanted to see her face when it happened, and it was hidden by her wildly disheveled hair.

My muscles were burning by the time Mom’s throes began to ebb.  She whimpered and twitched atop me, her skin hot against mine.  I had won the war, though.  The urge to come faded.  It was still there, but I’d drifted back from the brink.

Cookie patted my leg, moaned, and said, “Be proudTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.