A Taboo Trio

S: That’s it, sweetheart – take what you need from me.
J: Who’s giving it up tonight?
S: Me, handsome.
L: No, I want it too.
J: Plenty for both – don’t stop.

Their mouths worked in tandem, one teasing the tip with slow, swirling licks, the other lower, their tongues brushing against each other, creating a dizzying heat. I guided Sandra to focus on Lily for a moment, letting me lose myself in Sandra’s generous curves, my lips tracing every inch.

L: Hey, save some for me!

We moved to Sandra’s bedroom, Lily still in her white stockings, the sight driving me wild. We flanked Sandra, each taking a side, our hands and mouths worshipping her. Sandra’s fingers danced over Lily, while I explored that forbidden boundary, my touch slow and deliberate. It was a chaotic symphony-hands, lips, and moans blending into a haze of pleasure.

J: I’m starting with your mom – you watch.
L: Me first, asshole.
J: I had you in the maintenance room and the elevator – don’t be greedy.
S: Take me, but on my side – like Lily loves.

I positioned Sandra on her side, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes, her gasps filling the room as I gripped her hips. I moved with restraint, drawing out her anticipation, her body trembling under my touch, her curves soft and yielding.

S: God, Lily, how do you stand this? It’s maddening.
L: Just wait, Mom – it gets better.

I went deeper, her moans rising, one leg lifted high. Lily held it up, ensuring every angle was perfect, her fingers teasing Sandra’s most sensitive spot, coaxing gasps and shudders. Sandra’s body tensed, then released, her climax rolling through her like a wave.

Before she could recover, Lily pushed me onto the bed, straddling me, taking me in with a fierce rhythm, her body moving like she was claiming me back.

L: You’re screwing my mom? You’re not leaving me out, you jerk!

I gave her a sharp smack to remind her who was in charge. She rode harder, her moans turning to cries, her nails digging into my chest.

J: Sandra, get her ready – tonight’s the night.

Sandra grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, her fingers slick as she worked Lily gently, easing her into it.

L: Mom, careful – that hurts.
S: Relax, baby – you’re going to melt soon.
L: Like you, you mean?
S: Just like me, honey – you’re my girl.

I took over, positioning Lily at the bed’s edge, on all fours. I prepped her carefully, moving slowly, savoring the tightness as I entered her, every inch a victory. Her body tensed, then softened as Sandra’s fingers worked below, easing her into pleasure. The room was thick with heat, Lily’s gasps blending with Sandra’s encouragements. They shifted into a 69, Sandra’s tongue alternating between Lily and me, her hands never still. I found a steady rhythm, Lily’s moans turning to pleas, and after a long, intense build, she shattered, her body quaking under her mother’s touch.

I turned to Sandra, positioning her the same way, and went in deep, her curves welcoming me. Lily leaned close, her lips brushing my ear, whispering that her sister was turning 18 in three weeks. “She’s curious – wants what we’re having,” she teased, her words pushing me to the edge.

J: Where’s this ending?
L: All over my back – let it run down.
S: Wait – me first, back and forth.

Five deep thrusts, then five elsewhere, alternating with precision.

L: I want that too – I’m too far gone to care.
S: Easy, honey – it’s new for you.
L: Take me while I’m this wild.

I switched to Lily, alternating fiercely, her screams a mix of pain and ecstasy.

L: It’s intense – why did I wait so long?
S: Blame your prudish grandma – she scared you off.

I pushed harder, relentless, until Lily’s release hit like a storm, soaking the sheets. I pulled back, letting go, watching it drip down her thighs. Sandra’s hands were everywhere, rubbing it in, her fingers working both spots, prolonging Lily’s high.

S: Feel that, baby? You’ll love it next time.

They stumbled to the shower, and I collapsed in Lily’s bed, spent.

It was a night I’d never forget – me, my girlfriend, her mom, crossing lines I’d only dreamed of, and a three-week countdown to her sister’s birthday.

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