Betty.

Three heads turn to see your older sister Betty has come downstairs. She’s in her pink crop top and short red boy shorts and barely takes a second glance at the scene in the kitchen on her way to the toaster. “I got dad to do it to me the first year,” she goes on, casually slipping two slices of bread in. Both you and Jen are just gawping at Betty now. She probably looks the most like mom out of the three of you, the only child with the same freckled complexion. In fact she looks like a younger, slightly taller, more athletic version of your mother. She turns to her siblings, leaning against the kitchen counter. As if reminiscing about old times she looks down at her chest then takes hold of her own heavy breasts, gently massaging them. “I almost got to like… a quart a day,” she says, wistful.

“And it was so yummy,” adds your mother, licking her lips. “Especially straight from the tap.” She feels your cock flex inside her and she winks at you. Fuckin hell.

“Wow,” Jen sighs, breathless and now staring at your mom’s chest. Seeing this, the woman reaches behind herself and unties the apron. She lifts it over her head and tosses it to one side. Now you and your mother are completely naked, you sitting on a chair while she sits on your cock.

“Come here baby,” she says, reaching out to her youngest daughter. Jen, mesmerised, leans in and you watch as she latches onto your mother’s presented tit. You have the perfect view of your little twin now, pressing her pretty face into your mom’s pillowy breast, sucking on her nipple and you feel your hardness returning. “Keep helping your brother out… soon you’ll get to taste mom’s milk again,” your mother purrs to your sister. The image of her twins both suckling again starts your mother up. She gently resumes riding you while continuing to hold Jen’s head to her chest, caressing her hair. “Milk for my babies…”

Jen’s eyes were closed but then they flutter open and she gazes at you sidelong. You try to meet it but have trouble focusing as your mother begins to bounce on your restored erection. Some movement in the periphery finally gets your attention. Betty has kneeled behind Jen’s chair and you watch her reach around and pull up your twin’s skirt.

“God you got so fucking wet from that, Jenny,” Betty teases her little sister, exploring her folds.

Jen reaches for you and you lock fingers with her. You hear her moan against your mother’s breast, the girl now getting worked by her big sister. She doesn’t want to drop her mom’s tit from her mouth either. So now the two of you just hang on, as your mother tries to get off on your cock while Betty tries to get Jen off on her fingers. You wonder how many best mornings ever you can have in a row as your mother’s lips find yours and you taste the woman’s tongue.

The toaster pops up two slices of toast.