Given how good it felt? Not very conflicted.

The pink haze of lust only lifted very slowly from Jamie's mind, her ability to think straight returning. She felt the other women's arms wrapped around her body just under her modest breasts, their heads resting on the futa's shoulder. Anne's oversized tits pressed into Jamie's side, the soft flesh of her mother's left breast flowing over her own much smaller one, causing another of the well-known pangs of envy rush through Jamie. Should she get a boob job so she could compete? Knitting her brow in annoyance, Jamie chastised herself silently. She had trouble getting used to her new body, her new life, and here she was, thinking about changing herself even further. That wasn't right, was it? Micaela felt her lover tense up a little and squeezed her reassuringly.

"What's up, guapa?" the latina asked, looking up at Jamie with a loving smile. "Did your mom's pussy feel as good as it sounded?"

"Huh." Jamie made a surprised sound - the fact she had just fucked her own mother hadn't even occurred to her. "I... guess? Yeah..."

"I'm, like, so glad my pussy felt good, baby girl," her mother murmured, head still lying on Jamie's shoulder. Her cock lurched at the pet name, the last vestiges of cum drooling from its tip.

"I... I don't know, I probably should feel weird, or--or grossed out," the slightly confused futa continued, causing her mother to make an 'aw!' sound and pout cutely. "But... but it just felt good!"

"Like, just good?" Anne teased, sealing her lips on Jamie's neck and sucking lightly, giving her daughter a hickey and causing the futa's whole body to shiver.

"No, it--ah! Felt amazing... I don't know why I was so afraid of it." Jamie pondered, leaning her head onto Anne's who snuggled closer to her daughter.

"Aww, you two are adorable," Micaela cooed, her fingers playing over Jamie's torso just below her ribs. "It almost makes me jealous, guapa..."

"Oh, I, uh--"

"Don't worry, guapa," the latina interrupted Jamie, sliding her hand deeper and lightly squeezing the futa's flaccid dick, making her squeak. "I don't mind sharing. Not if it's with Anne."

"Awww, that's, like, sooo sweet!" Jamie's mother exclaimed. "But I, like, already kne--"

"Sooo, what are we gonna do the rest of the day? I'd love to just snuggle with you two, but we kiiinda need to clean the couch so it doesn't get ruined. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

"WHAT?! That can't, like, happen! This is real leather and stuff!" Anne yelled, jumping up and setting off an incredible boobquake. She looked around panicked, babbling about cleaning and how Edward would kill her if his expensive couch got damaged. Jamie stared at her mother, surprised that the incredibly strict ice queen of a woman could lose her cool so completely. Micaela stood up as well, reluctantly letting go of her futa girlfriend, who herself got off the couch, her navy blue dress falling down to cover her. While the latina assessed the couch, Jamie marveled at how practical the dress was - no pants to pull up or buttons to close! Just slide up, fuck, slide down! Why'd she have so many hangups about wearing girl clothes again? Granted, the way the fabric stuck to her well-marinated cock was a bit weird, but there had to be drawbacks to everything.

"Anne. Anne! Calm down, it's alright. We wipe the couch down with clear water, use some leather care products and ta-da! Everything's fine!" Micaela reassured the panicking woman, rubbing Anne's upper arm soothingly.

"Uh, can I help?" Jamie asked, rubbing her thumbs together.

"Sure, thanks, guapa! Just get a bucket with warm water and a cloth, I'll get the leather stuff from my car."

"A-and, like, what can I do?"

Micaela pointed down, looking at Anne with an unimpressed expression, and said: "Take care not do drip jizz all over the living room. Seriously, how didn't you notice?"

Jamie's mother looked down to her crotch and 'eep'-ed as she realized that copious amounts of her daughter's sticky seed were still oozing out of her swollen snatch, dripping down her thighs - which, Jamie now realized, where definitely bigger than before, almost rivaling Micaela's. Did her sperm...?

"OHMIGOSH!" Anne squeaked, cupping her hands over her crotch to keep more from seeping out. "I'll, like, get cleaned up and stuff!"

And with that, she disappeared upstairs, walking slightly bowlegged with both hands between her legs.