On a 10+, Sarah goes along willingly, +1 Forward

Mary's bedroom is close and warm with the four of you there, Mary, her daughters Sarah and Shasta and yourself. There's a sweet scent of burning candle wax from the seven-day candles, their tall glass wells decorated with angels, but they provide only dim, flickering light in the darkness of the power failure.

Mary Forbes straddles the padded bench behind Sarah. At Sarah's protest, Mary puts the hairbrush aside and cups her hands around her daughter's breasts. "Your nipples are as hard as mine, my wise, sweet angel," she says. "What does that mean?"

"Oh m-mom!" Sarah says. Her voice quavers.

Sitting behind Mary, you keep massaging her shoulders.

You speak up, "You know you want to, Sarah," you say. "Let your mom bring you pleasure."

Sarah whimpers. "Y-yes!" she says.

"Let me eat your sweet pussy, my lovely angel," Mary says.

"Yes," Sarah says.

"Aw mom!" Shasta protests. She had been on the brink of orgasm on Mary's tongue when the power failure had interrupted things.

"Comfort yourself and wait your turn, young lady," Mary says.

From the movements of Shasta's hand between her legs, she's not letting herself go without loving attention.

Mary rises from the bench. "Come, Sarah," she says, taking her daughter's hand and guiding her to kneel by the side of the bed. Mary and Sarah put their hands together in prayer.

"Our Lord who gives life and love, who sent the sweet angels Sarah and Shasta to bless our lives with love, may you give us comfort and joy in the pleasure we share," Mary says, "and bring us love and gratitude therefrom. Amen."

"Amen," Sarah echoes.

"A-amen," Shasta blurts, her fingers moving wetly between her pussy lips.

"Amen," you say, in hearty agreement with Mary's sentiments.

Mary guides Sarah onto her side of the marriage bed, a bed she shares with Brian when he's home from his trucking job, and with lovers like her waitressing shiftmate Mandy and you and your sister Taylor when Brian's away from home. And now Sarah and Shasta are her lovers as well.

Mary eases Sarah's knees apart and kneels between them, leaning forward over her daughter's vulva. "Truly, this is the gate of Heaven," Mary says.