Fucking finally (and vice versa)

Molly lowers herself into a crouch and adjusts the position of her wadded-up t-shirt. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” she comments as she kneels in front of your rigid erection.

You reach out and touch her face, and stroke her short fire-hydrant-red hair. She smiles at you, and licks her lips. A few feet away, Tammy is watching avidly, with two fingers buried knuckle-deep in herself.

Molly opens her mouth and leans forward, and –

She stops. “Actually, no,” she says.

“What’s wrong?” you say, because complaining to a girl about how she’s not sucking your cock feels like it wouldn’t be a great way to get her to change her mind.

“Mom, you’ve been waiting for this for a lot longer,” Molly says. “You should go first!”

You wouldn’t have believed it was possible for Tammy to look any more thrilled, but she manages it somehow. “Oh!!!” she says. “Yes! Thank you so much!”

Molly gets to her feet. She and Tammy kiss, bare breasts pressing against each other, and then Tammy takes her place on the kneepad. Then something occurs to you.

“Actually,” you say, “Molly, I want you involved in this too.”

They both look hesitant.

“I’m not sure there’s room,” Tammy begins. “I’ll need to get another kneepad,” Molly says.

“Ah, no,” you say. “Just… c’mere,” and you beckon Molly forward – but with your middle finger instead of your index.

“Oh!” she says. “Okay!”

“Are you ready?” Tammy says. She sounds the tiniest bit impatient… although she does have the I Think I Did Okay attribute, so maybe you’re imagining it.

“Two things,” you say as Molly arranges herself on the sofa so you’ll have access to her pussy from where you’re standing. You move several inches back, and turn a few degrees to the left. Tammy follows, still on her knees.

“First,” you tell them, “I love you both so much, and I want to share this with both of you.”

They both smile. “Right,” Tammy says. “And…?”

“I might get bonus points for penetrating you both simultaneously.”

“Worth a try!” Molly says cheerfully, and spreads her legs even wider. “I’m so fucking wet.”

You position your finger right in front of her swollen pink lips. Her clit is already poking out a little bit.

Tammy opens her mouth and leans closer to your throbbing cock. She blows on it, which tickles.

“On three,” you say. “And don’t, I dunno, lick it or kiss it or anything to start with – just right into your mouth. Actual penetration.”

“Got it,” she says.

“One… two… THREE!”

You’ve seen movies in which characters argue over whether ‘go’ should be on ‘three’, or right after ‘three’, but fortunately you and Tammy parse it the same way, and she lunges forward, open mouth sliding smoothly around your cock at exactly the same time your finger slides into Molly’s pussy.

As you were almost sure would happen, there’s a buzz from your phone.

The three of you look briefly in its direction. Then you all look at each other.

You can see in their eyes that they’re thinking the same thing you are:

“LATER.”

With that, Tammy begins sucking your cock in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, tongue swirling around your glans as it presses on the roof of her mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

Molly is gasping and moaning as you move your finger around inside her. You try to feel around for her G-spot – she hisses, and her hips start bucking. “Oh god,” she says over and over, fingers digging into the sofa cushion. You wiggle and bend and flex and caress.

Meanwhile, Tammy is giving you what you probably wouldn’t have admitted to anyone else is your very first blowjob. Her tongue is going around and around your shaft, and the repeated temperature changes – from the heat inside her mouth, to the mere warmth of the air in the room – are something you never expected, much less expected to love. The gulping noises she’s making are better than any porn, because she’s right here in the room with you, holding your cock with one hand while she masturbates with the other, and –

– Molly grabs your wrist.

“Wait!” she gasps. “Slow down! You’re gonna make me cum!”

You and Tammy pause, and look at each other quizzically (although your cock is still in her mouth, which does some weird things to her facial expression).

“Uh… yes?” you say. “That’s the point?”

Tammy’s mouth is full, but she manages to say “uh huh!”

“You’ll probably get more points if we all cum simultaneously!” Molly says, breathing hard.

Tammy blinks, then meets your gaze, shrugs, nods, and makes a hand gesture which you’re pretty sure means “it’s your decision”. Part of your brain notes that although it’s flattering that she loves your cock so much, it’d probably be easier to understand her if she took it out of her mouth.

“Sure,” you say. “I’m pretty close already – I never would’ve lasted this long without the stamina – whoa!” Tammy has resumed her efforts, slurping and licking and kissing and it’s getting harder (ha!) to resist!

Although now she’s starting to breathe weird –

“Jacob!” Molly says. “You hear the way she’s breathing? That means she’s getting close too!”

“Uh huh!” Tammy says, sending vibrations down your shaft, and you can feel that tingling at the base of your spine, and you slide your finger back into Molly, and manage to get your index finger in as well, you wiggle the two fingers, spread them apart a half-inch, and she starts gasping “yes yes yes yes” as you bend and flex and pump your fingers in and out of her. Your hips have started moving too, and you can hear the squishing noises coming from two directions, getting faster and faster, and the gulping slurping noises, and Molly is saying “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” and Tammy is grunting something but still sucking, her cheeks hollowed, and you can feel it building up, gone too far to stop just as Molly starts pounding her fist on the sofa and saying “Jacob Jacob Jacob I love you Jacob”, and you say “Molly, Tammy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna –”

and

you

SPURT

a massive load into Tammy’s mouth, her eyes squeezed shut and her face red and her fingers buried between her own thighs

and you SPURT

as you feel Molly squeezing spasmodically on your fingers, her juices flowing flooding gushing

and one

more

spurt

and Tammy’s cheeks puff up.

The three of you take a moment to catch your collective breath. Tammy pulls back from your cock just as you withdraw your fingers from Molly’s pussy.

You and Molly are grinning at each other; Tammy waits until you’re both watching her, and then swallows ostentatiously.

“Yay!” Molly says, and golf-claps.

“You taste amazing,” Tammy says.

“Hold on a second,” you say, and show her your index and middle fingers, still drippy and sticky with Molly’s fluids. You slide your middle finger into your own mouth – Molly and Tammy both sigh happily – and are reminded that your vocabulary for describing tastes is about as lacking as your vocabulary for describing scents. There’s a slight bitterness, and something a bit salty, and, yes, something that reminds you of fish, but also something almost sweet, almost… fruity, flowery?

You remember the time in university when you had a chance to sign up for a wine-tasting club but didn’t go through with it.

“You taste amazing,” you tell Molly, and she giggles. You hold out your index finger to Tammy, and she takes your hand and sucks the finger clean – and her eyes squeeze shut as her face goes red again, and you realize that the taste of her daughter’s pussy has pushed her over into another orgasm.

“Wow,” you and Molly both say, as Tammy catches her breath again.

“Wasn’t… wasn’t expecting that one!” Tammy says, then holds out her own sticky-fingered hand to you.

You take her hand and suck on her middle finger, and her taste blends with the residual Molly flavor that’s still on your tongue… although the two of them do taste quite similar…

“My turn!” Molly says eagerly. She takes Tammy’s hand from you and sucks on the index finger, and…

… the taste of her mother’s pussy does not push her over into another orgasm.

Molly sighs, clearly a little disappointed.

“Did you cum the first time you tasted Sonia’s pussy?” you ask.

“Actually yes – ”

and now Tammy looks a little disappointed –

“– but that was right after she’d spent like twenty minutes sucking my tits and fingering me and rubbing my clit.”

Tammy nods, clearly accepting that explanation.

“Also – Tam, the last time you ate pussy was back in high school, right?” you say.

She nods again. “Well, that was the last time I actually had my face in there,” she adds. “Last time I sucked someone else’s juices off her fingers was… well, before I got promoted, so at least four years ago. I always taste myself after I masturbate, but it’s not the same.”

You glance at Molly. “Week and a half ago,” she says before you can ask. “What, you’re thinking I’ve got less of a … a built-up craving for pussy ?”

You shrug. “Working hypothesis.”

“How do I taste, compared to Sonia?” Tammy asks.

Molly blinks. “Uh… maybe… a little sweeter, not as… spicy? I…” she trails off, then shrugs. “Sorry, I don’t really have the vocabulary to describe flavors?”

You smirk. “I was just thinking that!” you say, and you tell them about the wine-tasting club.

“Pussy-tasting club!” they both say at once, and you all three laugh – then Tammy suddenly looks thoughtful, and you realize that since you’re pretty much building up a harem… and the instruction manual said you could potentially use the Multiplier to have sex with any woman…

Molly snickers. “You’re both thinking about the logistics of a pussy-tasting club, aren’t you.”

“Sort of,” you admit, just as Tammy says “A little,” and you all three laugh again.

Then a grin spreads across Molly’s face. “If you really want me to cum while I’m eating mom’s pussy, you should fuck me while I do it,” she says, and licks her lips.

If a girl had made that suggestion to you ten years ago, you might have fussed over strict accuracy and pointed out that technically you could also make her cum by fingering her some more, or by eating her pussy while she licked her mom.

(Well, okay, what would have actually happened would be that you woke up.)

But you’ve learned the hard way that, although it’s important to be able to spot the weaknesses in other people’s statements, it’s also important to know when to let things slide.

And Molly wants you to fuck her.

“Sounds good to me!” Tammy says. “Jacob, do you want me to sit on her face, or…?”

Molly frowns. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for face-sitting yet, actually. How about I just – ” and she gets down on her hands and knees. Her tits are just large enough to wobble a bit in that position.

“Oh!” you say. “Yes, sure!”

“I think you need to raise your butt a bit more?” Tammy recommends.

You stand behind Molly as she adjusts her position. You can see the glistening moisture on her pussy lips. Your erection is throbbing.

Something unbelievably aggravating occurs to you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and sigh. “Please don’t laugh?”

Tammy blinks, and Molly looks back at you. They trip over each other’s words in an effort to assure you that they would never do such a thing.

“What’s wrong?” Tammy says.

“This is gonna sound stupid, but… I’ve only actually fucked one girl before, and Arlene didn’t even want to try doggy, and… and I’m not totally sure how it works? It feels like it should be obvious – I’ve watched porn, but –”

“ – but porn’s not a tutorial,” Tammy finishes.

“Virgin here,” Molly reminds you.

“I’ve done it a few times,” Tammy says. “And one time, at a party, I got to watch. Want me to help?”

“Sure!”

Tammy gets behind you, wraps her arms around your waist (it feels amazing to have her naked tits pressed against your back), and adjusts your stance. “Bend your knees a little… step about an inch closer… and grab onto her hips.”

Ah!

“Okay, yes! Got it now!” you say.

“Can I… can I line you up and put you in?”

“Yes please!” you and Molly both say.

Tammy grabs hold of your cock, aims you, and…

… you slide

right

in

to Molly’s soaking

wet

cunt.

Molly hisses (and your phone buzzes with a notification).

“Oh god,” she says. “You’re bigger than Sonia’s dildo – go slow, please?”

“Of course,” you say. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” she says, and you’re not sure if you’d be able to resist the urge to just start fucking as hard as possible right away if not for Steel-Driving Man (something to look up later, dammit!), but you manage it, and take your time pushing all

the way

in

and you bottom out.

Molly takes a deep breath, then looks back at you.

“Okay,” she says, and then Tammy says “ring ring!”

You blink. What???

Molly’s face is scrunched up in confusion too.

“Oh, hi, mom!” Tammy says. “No, I’m not busy at all!”

Ah.

“Just helping Jacob take Molly’s virginity!” she says cheerfully. “Uh huh! Yep! Balls-deep in her as we speak!”

“I’m too big for that,” you whisper – you’re not totally sure why you’re whispering, it’s not like Tammy’s actually talking on the phone.

“He’s huge,” she continues. “And his cum tastes so good! Well, yes – ‘good girls swallow’, right? … Yep! … She’s going to eat me while he fucks her, and then I’m gonna lick her clean! … Yeah, she tastes amazing too. You’d just love it.”

Molly shrugs.

“Okay, sure,” Tammy says. “Tell everyone I said hi! Miss you so much. Bye!”

“ ‘Everyone’?” you ask.

“Hm? Oh. I assume that she’s fucking tons of people in the afterlife,” Tammy explains. “Not what I usually talk to her about, though.”

You are acutely aware of what a weird conversation this is to be having when you are literally in the middle of fucking a woman (and not just any woman, but your niece, in the presence of and with the approval and active participation of her mother, your sister).

“You do that a lot?”

Tammy makes a face. “Some. Probably more than I should.”

“Did she actually tell you ‘good girls swallow’?” Molly asks.

Tammy nods. “Said I could use her dildo to practice deep-throating, but I couldn’t get the hang of it.” She glances at you apologetically. “If you really want, I can work on it?”

“Honestly, that’s not necessary,” you start to say, and then Molly cuts you off.

“Please can we talk about that later?!? He’s in me and I need to be fucked!” You feel her squeeze your cock inside herself, and she’s absolutely right, and so you pull back and then pump

in

and out

and in and out and in and out, Molly’s moaning now, and gasping each time you thrust into her, and Tammy sits down on the floor in front of Molly, and lays back and spreads her legs, you can see her clit swollen and protruding, and then the back of Molly’s head is blocking your view as Molly begins enthusiastically slurping away at her mother’s pussy. Your phone buzzes again.

The three of you keep fucking, and it is an incredible sensation, Molly feels so good inside, the sounds of your cock pumping in her pussy, and of her tongue going in and out of Tammy, are mind-blowing.

“Oh god, I love you,” Tammy mutters after several minutes. “I love you Molly, I love you Jacob, I love you so much oh god, oh god, oh GOD, MOLLY,” and her face reddens as she starts to shake and Molly is going red too and squeezing you even faster and the realization that they’re both cumming is enough to SHOVE you over

the

edge, and you

SPURT

and SPURT

and SPURT

deep inside Molly, and she’s gushing on your cock

and the three of you relax.

“Oh god, that was so good,” Tammy says eventually. “Molly, you’ve gotta teach Jacob how to do that, the others’ll love it!”

“Sure!” Molly says. She goes into the bathroom and comes out a minute later, wiping her face with a wet washcloth. “First lesson,” she tells you. “If you’re eating pussy and she squirts all over your face, don’t let it dry or it’ll get super itchy.”

Your cock throbs at the realization that Tammy squirted.

You nod. “Understood.”

“…although,” Molly says, “now I’m wondering if that was just Sonia.”

“Seems like a reasonable enough observation to universalize,” you comment.

“At the very least, it’s tough to go out in public when your face smells like pussy,” Tammy tells her.

You smirk. “Speaking from experience?”

To your surprise, she answers seriously. “Not directly, no, but once I had to pull someone off the sales floor and tell her it was obvious. Speaking of which, hold on a moment?”

Tammy heads into the bathroom herself, and you hear her gargling. Eventually she spits.

“Darren didn’t like kissing me when my mouth tasted like cum,” she says when she emerges. “So I figured you might not like it either.”

“I hope I’m a better person than he was,” you say, “but… thanks.”

She wraps her arms around you and kisses you passionately. You can taste the mouthwash as your tongue darts between her lips. Your erection presses against her belly, and she grinds against it. Eventually she lets go.

“I know I said I’d lick Molly clean, but… I really, really want to look you in the eye while we fuck. And kiss you. I want to make love. Can we do that?”

“Missionary?”

She nods.

“And afterward, we’ll both be full of your cum, and we can do a sixty-nine!” Molly points out.

Tammy snickers.

“What’s funny?” you ask.

“I was about to say ‘nice’,” she explains, “and then I realized that this is the one context where that doesn’t work!”

You grin. “Do you want to do this on the floor?” you say. “Or in your bed? Or – ”

“How about you fuck in my bed,” Molly suggests? “And then afterward, we can all sleep in your bed? Because it’s bigger.”

“Sounds good to me,” you say. “Bring the towels,” Tammy says.

Four minutes later, you’re on Molly’s bed, on an arrangement of towels, and on Tammy. She’s spread her legs wide open, and your phone buzzed as you entered her for the first time. Her arms are wrapped around you, fingers digging into your back, her tits jiggling wildly, your mouths clamped against each other, sucking on each other’s tongues as you fuck like animals. Molly is sitting on the bed next to you, leaning against the wall and watching eagerly, fingers on one hand pistoning in and out of her sloppy cum-filled pussy while the other hand pinches and twists her nipples.

“Fuck her!” she keeps saying, her hips moving out of phase with Tammy’s. “Fuck her fuck her fuck her fuck her fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK –”

– and you and Tammy actually pause as you watch Molly drive herself to her (one in the shower, one on campus, one from being fingered, one from being fucked) fifth orgasm today before she slumps backwards, gasping, she’s so beautiful when she cums –

and then you and Tammy get back into it, moving in synch, hips thrusting like machines, faster and faster and hotter and wetter, squishing and panting and breathing, this is incredible, kissing and fucking and her face is turning red, you feel the tingling the burning the building up it’s going to hit you soon – and you lift your mouth away from Tammy’s, and she’s saying “FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL–” and you stick your tongue back in her mouth and Molly is still masturbating and gasping and making **** noises and Tammy is bright red her eyes squeezed shut and she stops breathing for a second as

you

SPURRRRRRRRRRRRRRT

and SPURRRRRT

and SPURRRT

and SPURT

and spurt

into her

and you relax

and pull out of her.

It’s almost three minutes before any of you can talk.

“I love you,” Tammy says.

“I love you too,” you tell her. “Wanna keep going?”

Her eyes widen – then return to normal. “Oh, right,” she says. “The stamina attribute.”

You nod.

“Well,” she says. “In principle, yes, I’d love to. But I have work in the morning, and Molly has class, and we are going to need sleep.” She pauses. “Actually, do you still need to sleep? At all, I mean.”

Uh. That… hadn’t occurred to you.

“Safer to assume yes, I think.”

Tammy nods approvingly.

“Let’s clean up and get something to drink,” Molly says. “And then let’s check our scores! I wanna see how many points this was worth!”