My baby

Celia had happily changed her appearance — now she had full lips and had only bumped her cup size slightly. If she'd already been an attractive woman for her age before, now she was the living image of a MILF. Out of everyone, Eve was the one who spent the most time with her, making her teenage fantasies a reality.

Nick caught the two of them chatting animatedly in Eve's room, walked in without a word, and lay down on the bed beside them.

"I think they've got something going — they sleep together almost every night now."

"I'm glad. I like that girl."

They were talking about Ari and Helen, Nick figured. "I'm glad too. They fit."

Eve, sandwiched between him and her mother, started pulling down her tiny thong — her only piece of clothing — without even looking at him; she knew exactly why he'd come.

"Does my baby want mommy and Nick to fuck her?" Celia said, leaning in to kiss her, stroking her hair.

"Yes mommy, please, he's been so hard since you got these lips and hasn't even tried them yet."

Celia turned toward him, kissing him — deep, unhurried, exactly the way she'd learned she liked it — before pulling back to run her thumb along her own bottom lip, admiring the work herself as much as showing it off. "Well, we can't keep him waiting, can we, baby."

She guided Eve's head down, and Eve went willingly, already grinning up at him from between his legs before she took him into her mouth. Celia settled in beside her, watching for a moment with something between pride and hunger, before leaning down to add her own mouth alongside her daughter's — those new, plush lips wrapping around him from the other side, taking turns, sometimes both at once, sharing him the way they'd apparently shared everything else in that house.

Nick reached down and threaded a hand into each of their hair, not pushing, just holding on — Celia moaned around him at the touch, a sound he was fairly sure she'd never allowed herself to make in front of anyone before this house. Eve pulled off first, breathless, and looked up at her mother.

"Told you they were amazing."

Nick nodded in agreement. There wasn't a trace of shame left in her — just something warm, and a little wondering, like she still couldn't quite believe this was her life now.

Nick pulled Celia up by the waist, settling her over him, and she sank down slow, savoring every inch the way she always did — like a woman who'd spent decades being rushed and had decided she was done with that forever. Eve curled up beside them, kissing whichever of them was closest, one hand between her own legs, content just to watch her mother get exactly what she wanted.

Celia rocked her hips at her own pace, unhurried, both hands braced on his chest, and Nick let her have it — let her set the rhythm, let her chase whatever she needed without pushing her toward anything faster. It didn't take long. Her breathing caught, then broke apart entirely, and she came with a long, shuddering moan she didn't bother muffling, collapsing forward against his chest, boneless, murmuring something against his skin that might have been his name or might not have been words at all.

Eve was already moving before her mother had finished trembling, easing her off to the side with a gentleness that surprised even Nick, and taking her place, sliding down onto him with none of her mother's patience — she never had any. He gripped her hips, and Celia, still catching her breath, turned onto her side to watch, propping her head on one hand.

"Go on," Celia murmured, reaching out to brush the hair back from her daughter's face. "Let me see how good you are, baby."

Eve grinned down at him, breathless, and started to bounce on him — she was not one to enjoy a slow pace, so Nick grabbed the sculpted ass and helped her up and down with energy, till she reached an orgasm too, in no time at all.

"Mommy, did you want to try now? I think you would love it."

"You think, dear? We've been practicing, but he is GIANT."

"Come ooon, I'll help you, mommy."

Nick was there as a sex toy pretty much, he found it a little offensive, but he was turned on like crazy anyway, so no complaint was heard. Celia went on all fours offering her ass in display, and Eve immediately left Nick's lap and started to lick her mom's ass in a heartbeat, licking, spitting, and fingering her mother's anus with reckless abandon.

"Yes baby, yes, fuck my ass, fuck it good, leave it open for Nick."

Nick, entranced with the scene, got closer after a short while, and Eve grabbed his giant tool and pointed it to her mom's entrance at last, and it went in with ease, so much practice they had had.

Celia moaned into the sheets, low and long, as he sank in slow, giving her time to adjust even though her body barely needed it anymore. Eve stayed close, kissing along her mother's spine, whispering encouragement against her skin, watching with obvious pride as Celia took every inch without a single wince.

"There you go, Mommy," Eve murmured. "See? Told you you'd love it."

"Oh god, yes, baby, yes—"

Nick started moving, easy at first, one hand splayed against the small of Celia's back, and Eve slid down beside them, pushing her mother's shoulders gently until she folded forward, chest against the mattress, ass still raised for him. Eve settled underneath her, urging her mother's hips down just enough, and buried her face between her legs, tongue working her clit in time with each of Nick's thrusts.

Celia lost whatever composure she had left almost immediately, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other tangled in her daughter's hair, hips rocking helplessly caught between the two sensations. "Don't stop, don't either of you dare stop—"

Nick picked up the pace, watching Eve work beneath her mother, utterly absorbed, moaning against her the whole time like she was enjoying this every bit as much as Celia was. It didn't take long before Celia came apart completely, a broken cry muffled into the pillow, her whole body shaking through it, and the second she rolled off to the side, spent, Eve was already pulling him toward her instead, flipping onto her back and pulling her mother down beside her so Celia could kiss her through it.

Nick pushed into her, and Eve arched up to meet him, and this time he didn't hold back — gripping her hips hard, driving into her while Celia's mouth found her breast, her neck, whatever she could reach, murmuring filthy encouragement between kisses. Eve came fast, crying out against her mother's mouth, and Nick followed right behind her, finishing deep inside her with a groan, holding her hips steady through it while all three of them collapsed into a tangled, breathless heap, nobody worried in the slightest about who might hear.