Mom called us down for breakfast.

"Zoe! Heather! Breakfast!", mom yelled from downstairs. My sister got up off me, slowly sliding off my softening cock. Her cunt dripped with cum, but she didn't seem to mind. I was also covered in the sticky white subtance, but I couldn't care less. I got out of bed and followed Heather downstairs. We entered the kitchen to find our mom pleasuring herself with one of her vibrators. She had one leg up on the counter, as she massaged her clit with her magic wand toy. She moaned slightly as she smiled at us.

"Happy birthday, sweetie!", she said, biting her lip, "I made you your favourite: pancakes."

Those were my favourite. I smiled and sat down in front of my plate, fork and knife in hand. My mouth watered as I admired the beautiful stack of pancakes before me.