Lena’s command hangs in the air, a low, thrilling vibration. Her eyes, dark and gleaming, shift from my face down to the sticky mess cooling on my stomach and chest. She doesn’t move from her spot beside Sarah, but her finger lifts, pointing at my mother.
“Sarah,” she says, her voice smooth as silk. “Go clean him up.”
Sarah’s breath hitches. She turns her head, her gaze traveling from Lena’s satisfied smile to my sprawled, spent body. The shock is still there, but it’s buried under layers of sated exhaustion and a new, smouldering curiosity. She pushes herself up on one elbow, her movements slow, languid.
“Clean him?” she whispers, the words tasting foreign.
“With your mouth,” Lena clarifies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. A wicked grin plays on her lips. “I want to watch. I want to hear him moan for you.”
A fresh tremor runs through Sarah. But she doesn’t refuse. She doesn’t even hesitate. The last vestige of her maternal resistance has been burned away in the crucible of our shared pleasure. She gets to her knees, then crawls toward me across the rumpled rug. Her naked body moves with a new, feline grace, a confidence born from being utterly known.
She stops between my legs, her eyes fixed on the evidence of my climax. Her own taste, mixed with mine, is still on her chin. She leans forward, her dark hair falling like a curtain around her face.
The first touch of her tongue is a soft, tentative swipe just below my navel.
A sharp gasp escapes me. My hips jerk involuntarily. The sensation is electric—warm, wet, and so profoundly wrong it makes my semi-hard cock twitch back to life.
“That’s it,” Lena encourages from behind her, her voice a husky murmur. “Take your time. Savor him.”
Sarah’s tongue becomes bolder. She licks a slow, deliberate path through the streaks of white, collecting my release. Her eyes are closed, her expression one of deep, focused concentration, as if she’s committing this new flavor to memory. She cleans my skin with a thorough, almost reverent attention, her lips soft and pliant against me.
A low groan rumbles in my chest. “Mom…” The title is a broken prayer.
She hears it. It spurs her on. Her mouth moves lower, her tongue swirling around the base of my cock, which is now fully hard again, straining upward. She licks along the thick vein on the underside, then takes the head into her mouth, sucking gently to clean the last remnants from the slit.
The heat, the wet suction, the sight of her—my own mother—servicing me with such deliberate care… it’s overwhelming. My head falls back, a ragged moan tearing from my throat. My hands fist in the rug.
“Good boy,” Lena purrs. “Let her hear you. Let her know how good she makes you feel.”
Sarah pulls off with a soft, wet pop. She looks up at me, her lips glistening. There’s a question in her eyes, a silent seeking of approval. I can only nod, my breath coming in short pants.
She smiles then, a small, secret, utterly seductive smile I have never seen on her face before. She lowers her head again, this time taking more of me into her mouth. She doesn’t deep throat me, but her suction is firm, her tongue working expertly along my shaft as she bobs her head.
Lena moves then. She comes up behind Sarah on her knees, pressing her front to Sarah’s back. She wraps her arms around Sarah’s waist, her hands cupping Sarah’s breasts, her mouth finding Sarah’s ear.
“You taste so good,” Lena whispers, loud enough for me to hear. “Salty and sweet. Him and you… it’s perfect. You’re a natural, my beautiful, dirty girl.”
She kisses Sarah’s neck, then her shoulder, as Sarah continues to suck me. The dual sensation—the incredible feel of my mother’s mouth on my cock and the visual of Lena worshipping her body—drives me wild. My thrusts into Sarah’s mouth become shallow, helpless jerks.
“Enough,” Lena says softly, after a long, dizzying minute. “Look at him. He’s ready to burst again, and we have other plans.”
Reluctantly, Sarah releases me, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to my tip. Lena guides her up, turning her to face me. Then Lena leans in and captures Sarah’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. I can see their tongues tangling, sharing my taste. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
When they break apart, both are breathless. Lena’s eyes are blazing with intent.
“Now,” Lena says to me, her finger tracing Sarah’s swollen lips. “Kiss your mother. Properly. While I get a toy.”
The command is simple, devastating. Sarah’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away. She leans toward me, her face an open canvas of nervous anticipation.
I meet her halfway. Our lips touch—tentative at first, a ghost of a kiss. Then her mouth opens under mine with a soft sigh. The kiss deepens. It’s slow, exploratory, tender in a way our previous frantic couplings were not. I can taste myself on her, mixed with her own unique flavor and the faint hint of Lena’s jasmine. Her hands come up to frame my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. A soft, broken sound escapes her, a sound of surrender and profound connection.
We’re lost in it when Lena returns. We only break apart at the soft, deliberate click of a buckle.
We both look over.
Lena stands near the foot of the bed, naked and magnificent. In her hands is a harness made of black leather. And attached to it is a realistic, substantial strap-on, a deep purple hue, glistening with a sheen of lubricant. It stands out boldly against her pale skin.
Sarah’s breath catches audibly. Her eyes go from the toy to Lena’s face, a mixture of shock and undeniable, burning curiosity.
Lena smiles, stepping into the harness and tightening the straps with efficient, practiced movements. She gives the silicone cock a slow, possessive stroke, her eyes locked on Sarah.
“You’ve taken your son so beautifully, Sarah,” Lena says, her voice dropping to a commanding register. “Now it’s my turn. I want to feel you from the inside while he has you another way.”
She walks toward us, the toy swaying with her hips. She stops beside Sarah, her hand cupping Sarah’s cheek. “I am going to lie down beside you, and you are going to straddle and fuck me.”
Lena lies down and watches with a mischievous smile as Sarah obeys, moving as if in a trance. She straddles her waist on her knees as Lena reaches up and cups her firm breasts. Sarah’s head rolls back with a slight moan as she reaches between her legs and grasps the dildo, stroking it at first and then guiding it towards her hot, moist entrance. Her body is trembling with anticipation.
“Look at me,” Lena commands.
Sarah drops her gaze, her eyes huge.
“This is mine,” Lena says, and with a firm, steady pressure, she begins to push up and inside.
Sarah’s mouth falls open in a silent gasp. Her head drops forward, her forehead pressing against Lena’s breasts as the thick silicone stretches her, fills her. Sarah begins so squat lower as Lena sinks it in to the hilt, a low groan of her own escaping her lips as she feels Sarah’s tight heat envelop the toy.
“Now you,” Lena says, her eyes snapping to me beside the two of them. “Her ass. Go slow. Use the lube on the nightstand.”
I scramble for the bottle, my hands shaking. I drizzle the cool gel over my aching cock, then coat my fingers. I kneel behind Sarah, my heart hammering. I place a slick finger against her other, tighter entrance, circling gently.
She flinches, then pushes back against my touch, a wordless plea.
“Do it,” Lena urges, her hands on Sarah’s hips. “Fill her up. Every part of her.”
I press the head of my cock against her. The resistance is intense, a tight, clutching ring of muscle. I push, slowly, inexorably.
Sarah cries out, a sharp, choked sound that turns into a long, trembling moan as I breach her. The feeling is incredible—tight, hot, velvety pressure unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I sink in inch by agonizing inch, until I am fully sheathed in her ass, my body pressed flush against her.
We are both inside her now. Lena in her pussy, me in her ass. Sarah is pinned between us, utterly filled, her body stretched and trembling.
Lena’s eyes meet mine, blazing with triumph and raw lust. “Now,” she breathes. “Fuck her. Together.”
She pulls her hips back, then thrusts forward. I mirror her, withdrawing and then plunging back into the incredible tightness.
The rhythm is clumsy at first, then we find a syncopated beat. When Lena thrusts in, I pull out. When I drive forward, she retreats. It creates a relentless, rolling motion for Sarah, a continuous penetration from both sides that leaves her no respite.
Sarah’s cries are continuous, shattered, wordless sounds of overwhelming sensation. Her hands are braced on Lena’s waist, her head thrown back. “Ohgodohgodohgod…!” she sobs.
I can feel Lena’s strap-on moving inside Sarah, sliding alongside my own cock through the thin membrane separating them. The dual stimulation is maddening. My balls tighten, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, driven by a savage need to claim this last, most forbidden part of her.
Lena is panting, her own pleasure written on her face as she fucks Sarah with the toy. “That’s it… take it… take all of us… you greedy, perfect thing…”
Sarah’s body begins to clench around us both, a frantic, fluttering rhythm. Her orgasm builds, a visible storm tightening every muscle in her back. Her eyes fly open as I lean forward and she twists her head, locking her gaze with mine in a moment of pure, unguarded connection—shock, passion, and a love so twisted and deep it steals my breath.
“I’m… I’m coming!” she screams, the sound raw and ragged.
Her inner muscles convulse, a violent, milking pressure around my cock and Lena’s toy. The sensation tips me over the edge. With a roar, I bury myself deep and erupt, my release pumping into her tight channel in hot, pulsing jets.
My climax triggers Lena’s. She cries out, her hips slamming forward one last time as she rides out the waves of her own pleasure, her body shuddering against Sarah’s.
We collapse forward, a sweaty, panting, entangled heap. I’m still buried in Sarah’s ass, Lena is still connected to her front. Sarah is limp between us, utterly spent, her body humming with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
Lena is the first to speak, her voice a breathless, satisfied murmur against Sarah’s hair.
“See, Sarah?” she whispers. “I told you we’d have fun.”
