A mirrored-twins blow job

Holly and Molly squeal in delight and assume their practiced positions on either side of his cock, knealing in unison, facing each other. Molly's right hand and Holly's left hand reach out to run a thumb back from thip to base and then fondle their brother's balls. The blonde sisters lean in to kiss his cock, their noses brushing each other as the tips of their tongues tap tentatively.

Max rummbles appreciatively and the blondes commence to siddle their heads along smoothly towards the tip, their tongues meeting each other underneath it, then reversing course and sliding towards his balls, which their fingers have continued to fondle expertly. Max swells more and leans back with a sigh, propping himself up on his now massive arms.

"We love your big hard cock, Maxie," Holly says.

"And we want you to cum all over us!" Molly affirms.

And then they go enthusiastically to work making sure that happens. Holly takes him in her mouth and gives three slow cycles of taking his massive member deep down her throat without any hint of gaging while Molly looks on adoringly, fondling his balls. Then they seemlessly switch roles, Molly swollowing his pecker while Holly strokes.

Molly then rubs his spit-soaked schlong on their sister's tremendous right tit, then Holly does the same on Molly's left.

"You're the only man for us, Maxie," Molly assures him as Holly deep-throats him again.

"We'd do anything for you," Holly says when Molly spells her. "And this monster cock of yours!"

Molly ducks down to lick her brother's balls while Holly taps her tongue on his swollen glans. Max shudders at the overwhelming sensation.

" I think he's ready, Molly!" Holly tells her twin.

"Are you ready, Maxie?" Molly says, emerging to kneal beside her sister. "Are you ready to come all over us?"

She grabs his cock at the base, her thumb pressing against the underside.

"Please come on us, Maxie!" Holly begs, stroking him nearthe tip. "Show us that you love us! Splatter us with your love!"

Max gives his sisters what they want. He groans and explodes, erupting with load after load of thick, hot jism. The twins squeal as the streams of goo hit them. They work together in practiced choreography to make sure both of them get equally frosted with his spunky icing.

Max's orgasm goes on and on. The nut he busted in his aunt that morning was nothing in comparison! A hazelnut next to a coconut! His sisters' oversized titties are plastered with sperm and yet he keeps coming!

"Oh God, Maxie!" Holly cries as a gob hits her in the forehead. "Thank you!"

"You love us!" Molly squeals as goo streams down both cheeks. "This proves you love us! God, we're so lucky!"

At last, Max's cock calms down and shrinks slightly in his sisters' hands. He sighs. He doesn't feel the weakness he normally feels after coming, but he is delightfully buzzed. He knows he's the lucky one as the identical busty blondes stare up at him adoringly, dripping with his spooge.

And then they glance at each other and giggle.

"You look like such a slut, Holly!" Says Molly.

"You look like a total whore, Molly!" Says Holly.

"I'm a total whore for Maxie!" Molly agrees.

"Well, I’m a super slut for Maxie! " Holly declares.

"OMG! I love that for you!" Molly proclaims.

"You look so fucking hot spattered with his sperm!" Holly observes.

"I must look like you then," Molly concludes, taking a gob of man chowder from between her sister's massive tits with two fingers, then sucking at it like it's ambrosia.

Holly leans in and licks jism from her sister's cheek.

"Oh Holly," Molly sighs. "You're so fucking hot!"

"We're so fucking hot!" Holly corrects. "Maxie says so!"

And then the twins are making out, their tongues wrestling, their identical bodies sliding against each other, lubricated by their brother's spooge.

Max just watches in delight. Any twinge of guilt he felt before at what he'd done to them evaporates. They are so much happier now than they were before! He imagines his mother, aunt and cousins must be too.

His cock stirs. He still hasn't seen what the experimental birth control and his hypermasculinity have done to his cousins. And he should probably find out what his relationship with his mother looks like now.

The twins' appreciative fingers have found identical wet twats and are driving towards identical orgasms as the sisters squirm about in a spunky heap on the floor. They could probably take care of themselves. But no doubt they'd rather go for another round with him. What would that look like?

The big bed was clearly built for a crowd. And his mom and aunt Alison might be getting lonely, now that he'd discouraged any rivals.

How would mom feel about the gooey mess he'd made of her daughters? Maybe he should clean them up first? Shower with them? That was another fantasy on frequent repeat.

So many choices!