Goodbye, Sweet MILF

“Don’t forget your Tupperware,” Gemma said, darting into the kitchen from near the front door.

“Oh, thanks babe,” Mallory said.

Cleanup had been fun, with a lot of grab-ass going on as the four of you crammed into the tiny shower. You’d even managed to get hard again, but the girls had taken it easy on you and other than a quick, soapy titty-fuck from Mallory you’d mostly just been getting clean.

Then, dressed again, you all headed downstairs. Sabrina bit the bullet and snuck halfway down the stairs to find out if Edgar and Chelsea were still down there, and she came back up shaking her head. It was impossible to know if they actually had gone back down there to fuck or if Chelsea had been too weirded out and left after the surprise encounter in the kitchen.

“That was a hell of a lot of fun, Mallory,” you said, taking her in your arms.

“It was,” she agreed and leaned in to kiss you sweetly on the mouth. You grabbed her ass lightly and she smiled into the kiss before pulling away. “Honestly, I didn’t even realize how much I might have needed that.” She turned to Sabrina and hugged her tightly.

“Well, if you ever feel like a repeat, just give us a call,” Sabrina said. “You’ve got mine and Gemma’s numbers.”

“We’ll see what my husband thinks,” Mallory chuckled. “I know I’m going to get absolutely railed tonight after the bar closes, but longer-term this might just be a one-time thing.”

“That’s totally understandable,” Gemma said, coming back with the brownie container and handing it over. Mallory put it in her purse and then hugged Gemma tightly, too. “We wouldn’t ever want to get in the way of your home life.”

“You kids are- ugh!” Mallory sighed. “Perfect. If you lived closer, I’d honestly be considering finding my hubby a more full-time girlfriend and opening up our marriage some more so this could keep happening. I loved turning you into motherfuckers.”

“And we loved fucking a mother,” you chuckled. The four of you all hugged, and Mallory kissed each of you on the forehead. “Have a safe walk home,” you said as she pulled away and stepped out the door and onto the porch.

“Thanks, babes,” Mallory said, waving lightly before starting down the driveway.

Sabrina started closing the door, but Gemma said, “One sec,” and slipped out, following Mallory down the driveway. The two blondes stopped, and you and Sabrina closed the front door most of the way and watched through the crack, trying not to look like you were spying. Gemma and Mallory spoke for about a minute and then they hugged again, and Mallory kissed Gemma on the cheek before Gemma came back to the house and Mallory left.

“What was that about?” Sabrina asked.

“Oh, I was just thanking her for putting up with your bratty ass,” Gemma joked, making Sabrina smirk and roll her eyes.

“Don’t pry, baby,” you said, hugging Sabrina from behind.

“Fine,” Sabrina sighed.

“Thanks, love,” Gemma said, smiling serenely at you.

“You’re welcome,” you said, then let go of Sabrina and stood between them, taking both their hands. “OK. I thought that went really… fucking amazing? Even better? Other than the Chelsea surprise. Do we need to do any debriefing?”

“I’m good,” Gemma said.

“Me too,” Sabrina said. “I mean, I’m fucking horny already and might rub one out to the pictures we took, but I’m good with everything.”

“Actually, we do need to talk about one thing,” Gemma said, tugging the two of you into the living room. “Edgar knows we hooked up with Mallory, which probably means all of your friends are going to know. What’s our response to that?”

You had to take a breath, and then shrug. “What’s it matter?” you asked. “It’s not like we’re ashamed of it, right? She was open and willing, none of us were cheating. We had a really good time, and so did she.”

“Do you think the guys can handle it?” Sabrina asked. “I mean, Corey and Victoria might be a little embarrassed to know but should be fine, and Ollie will want details and be jealous. But what about Brent and Paul?”

That made you stop to think for a moment - how would they react? In the past, your rare hookups had always been met with high-fives. The revelation of you dating Sabrina and Gemma had also generally been accepted the same way. Was this whole thing one break too much, though? Neither of them had found a weekend fling, while you showed up with two girlfriends and hooked up with what might have been the hottest MILF you’d ever seen.

“I… think they should be fine,” you said. “I might get a little ribbing about it, but I can give it back as good as I get, especially because I can just warn them that their Moms might be next.”

That brought a snort from Gemma as she covered her mouth, and Sabrina grinned in a way that made you worried she might actually try to seduce someone’s Mom.

“What about Edgar?” Gemma asked. “We’ve already had some issues this weekend.”

“Edgar can eat a bag of dicks if he has a problem with it,” you said. “He was hooking up with her daughter. He can’t say anything.”

“Then it’s decided that we take a little ribbing, but shut down anything else,” Sabrina said definitively. Then she leaned back on the couch and spread her arms, letting out a long breath. “You know? That wasn’t the best sex we’ve had, but it was definitely up there. Top 3 for sure.”

“Satisfied with yourself?” Gemma chuckled.

“Very,” Sabrina grinned. Then she glanced over at you. “But don’t think that now that we’ve fucked a MILF, and just because you’ve fucked my twin sister, you can go after my Mom.”

“What?” you asked sarcastically. “I thought that was the whole point of this!”

Gemma snorted again and started laughing, and Sabrina rolled her eyes in an extra-exaggerated way and then leaned over and kissed you. “Not unless she’s a widow, and fifty years from now,” Sabrina said.

“Alright, deal,” you chuckled, kissing her back.

“Alright, you two,” Gemma sighed, standing up. “Based on the time, there’s about forty minutes until we’re supposed to be meeting for dinner. Let’s start getting things together, yeah?”

“I think you mean, ‘Come on, kitchen bitches. Get cooking,’” Sabrina said, and instead of standing up she swung her leg over you and straddled you, hugging you tightly.

“That’s exactly what I meant,” Gemma said, coming over and swatting Sabrina on the ass over her dress. Then she frowned and felt Sabrina’s ass some more. “Babe. Underwear. Now.”

“Mmm!” Sabrina whined like a little kid, pouting at you, making you laugh. Then she laughed and stood up, spinning and kissing Gemma. “Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s more like it,” Gemma giggled, sending her back towards the stairs with another swat to the butt. Once Sabrina was heading up the stairs Gemma turned back to you and stuck her tongue out, lifting the front of her own dress and flashing you her bare pussy.

“Naughty, Mistress,” you snorted, standing up and taking Gemma in your arms, kissing her gently. She responded, feeding you a little tongue, and then pulled away to look at you with half-closed eyes.

“I’m so fucking happy, John,” she said.

“Me too, love,” you replied, squeezing her tighter. “Me too.”

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