Gaming

You enter your home and hear the sounds of video games. You look over and are surprised to see a second big-screen TV. The girls seem to be playing separately, though the game looks the same to you.

You remove your bra and hang it on the coat hanger.

You walk towards the couch and say, “Have you girls been playing games all day?”

Merry responds with an uninterested, ”n.”

When you look over the couch, your eyes go wide in shock. Both girls have their boobs out. “Wow, you’re both quite exposed.”

Misaki replies, distracted, never looking away from the screen, “Miss Squirter, Merry’s breasts popped out. I took mine out so she’d feel comfortable.”

Merry adds, “I’m too busy to get a new shirt.”

You walk around the couch and sit next to your daughter. “Is Tiffany and Sophie in her room?” you ask.

Your daughter curtly states, “They went somewhere.”

You nod, accepting the answer. “Why are you playing on two different screens?”

Merry snaps, “Mom! We’re doing our challenger attempt. Be quiet!”

You’re surprised by your daughter's anger. She’s usually less abrasive than her sister. You pull out your phone and flip to the app.

You pause and clench your teeth. You curse yourself, ‘What am I doing?’ You can’t believe you just pulled out your phone without thinking.

You look at your daughter's determined eyes and imagine the frustration and sadness she’d feel if you used the app and ruined her fun. Your stomach churns as you imagine her crying, even as you manipulate her into orgasming.

Feeling like a horrible person, you decide to support the girls quietly as a spectator.

They yell about points and other things that you don’t get. You’ve never understood what’s so great about the flashing lights. But as long as Merry enjoys it, you’re happy it exists.

Misaki yelps, “Merry! Where is he?”

Merry responds, “I didn’t see him. Damn!”

Misaki complains, “I can’t rez you unless we take him out.”

Hearing the panic, you scan the screens. Your eyes immediately fall on a few pixels that have been switching about for a while. Based on watching the girls play, that’s probably what they are looking for.

You think it’s strange that they don’t notice it. But you’ve been told that it’s not nice to say that. “Misaki, 10 o'clock by that strange building.”

Misaki jumps, “What? I don’t see anything!”

Merry says, “Mom is always right!”

Misaki zooms in, and a circle covers the screen. There is a guy in a cowboy suit. Misaki aims a bit above him and shoots.

You can’t figure out these games. If the bullet moved that slow, it would never follow that trajectory. You’ve never used guns yourself, but Olivia did. Mom was biassed and said I would be a one-woman army.

Misaki exclaims, “Great job, Miss Squirter!”

Merry chastises her friend, “If we go pro, Mom won’t be there to bail us out.”

Missaki frowns and responds, “You’re right.”

They continue to play as you pout about not getting to use guns. ‘Olivia got to do all the combat stuff. Mom told me to let her fight. Well, Mom was always able to pick the best path. She has a sixth sense that I could never figure out.

Still, do they need to worry about other people? As long as my family is happy, who cares if you hurt others? Olivia has always been good with people. Mom just magically is in the right place at the right time. Meanwhile, I’m a bulldozer who destroys everything.’

You clench your hand. ‘That’s why I have to be careful with my girls!’

Merry flings her hands in the air and shouts, “We did it!”

Misaki jumps to her feet. “Finally! Challenger tier.”

They hug each other, their boobs smooshing together. Smiles and tears cover their faces. You pull out your phone and snap a picture.

The girls look at you in shock. Merry complains, “Mom!”

You laugh at the girls. Now that they are facing you with their tits out, surprised faces, you take another picture. You say, “You’ll thank me later. This is a great achievement!”

“Ah!” Merry yelps as she covers her nipples, “Our breasts are out.” Her face is beat red. Her fingers dig into her D cups. Her body betrays what she says as her nipples engorge and poke out between her fingers.

Misaki encourages, “Your breasts are beautiful. Don’t worry.”

Merry purses her lips and responds, “It’s not about that.”

Misaki suggests, “Miss Squirter, take a picture with the screen behind us!”

You walk behind the couch and get the girls and the screen in the picture. “Make peace signs!” you order.

“Mooomm~” Your daughter whines, but she does as you ask. She makes Vs with her fingers but is still embarrassed. She’s still squeezing her arms together, smooshing her boobs. Merry undoubtedly thinks she’s covering herself. She’ll be surprised by how sexy she looks.

Merry gets more comfortable as you continue to take pictures, though her blush never leaves her face. After taking pictures in front of Misaki's screen, Misaki suggests, “Miss Squirter, you helped to come join us.”

You think momentarily and set your phone on the couch, pointing at the girl. “It’s recording you,” inform them as you walk over. You unbutton your shirt to expose your chest. Your B cups look deminitive while standing next to them.

“Merry, Misaki, congratulations!” You exclaim while hugging both of them. Your hand on both their hips.

“Thank you, Miss Squirter,” Misaki says before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

Merry follows her lead and kisses your other cheek. Your hand glides up their side and gropes their chest. You suggest, “You should kiss to celebrate.”

They lean past your face and kiss on the lips. Their mouths open, and tongues dance between them. They moan as you continue to grope them.

You can’t help yourself but lean in. They tilt towards you to let you join the make-out session. Your tongue tastes both girls. It’s sloppy as you all try to get into each other’s mouths. Drool dribbles down all of your faces.

Misaki and Merry grind against your hip. Their right hands grip your butt, squeezing and massaging. Their left hands pinch your nipples.

You, Misaki, and Merry moan, “Mmm~ oohhn~ ahhn~”

Your pussy clenches as your daughter and her friend hump you with gusto.

Merry squeals, “Aah~ Misaki, Mom. Noooooo~ I’m going to. It’s recording!” She grinds against you while shivering. Her back arcs as you hold her up. She squirts through her skirt, drenching both your clothes.

Misaki soon joins your daughter in orgasm, “Miiissss Squirter, Merry! I llooovveee staying here! Eeeeee~” Your other leg is drenched.

As they cum they pull on your panties, digging them into your damp vagina, sending you over the edge. “I looovveee yoouuu girllss! I’mm cuuummminnggg~” You shake as your muscles contract and release.

Your movements seem to stimulate them, bringing them even higher. Their tongues hang out as they have a long orgasm. You all collapse onto the couch as you enjoy the last vestiges of your orgasm.