On a 10+, you get out of trouble, no problem.

In the darkness of Mary Forbes' bedroom, dimly lit by two seven-day devotional candles decorated with angels, Mary cuddles in bed with her daughters Sarah and Shasta. Sarah, alarmed at the power outage, had returned to snuggle up for comfort, overcoming her disgust at her mom for asking to join the little sex party you'd been having with Mary's daughters.

"Can I stay?" you ask.

"Tom, hon..." Mary says. "Of course."

"Mom?" Sarah says.

Emergency sirens wail in the distance. Maybe, as Mary said, someone has collided with their power pole again.

"Dark times are when people come together," Mary says. "Are you feeling out of sorts, Sarah, angel? Let me brush out your hair."

Mary sits Sarah down on the bench in front of her dressing table, close to one of Mary's angel candles. She takes a brush and runs it through Sarah's dark hair in the dim candlelight. Sarah sighs and relaxes as her mother strokes the brush through her hair.

You catch a little motion from the bed. Shasta, left at the brink of orgasm when the power went out, is touching herself up. Mary notices.

"Bless you, Shasta," Mary says. "May God comfort you in the pleasure of your body."

"Ooh, Mom," Shasta says.

Sarah's breaths are coming deep and fast as Mary brushes her hair.

"Tom hon," Mary says. "Come sit behind me and rub my shoulders."

Mary purrs in pleasure as you dig your thumbs into her shoulders. You scent Shasta's cunt juices on her face from the interrupted scene. Sarah had eaten out her sister earlier, but the power failure had cut short Mary's turn with Shasta.

"Mom," Sarah says.

"What, sweet angel?" Mary says.

"You're poking me with your nipples," Sarah complains.

"Pleasure is God's gift, Sarah," Mary says.

"But you're my mom, that's obscene," Sarah says. "I can feel them through your top and mine."

"Sarah!" Shasta complains. "What's wrong with you? You were plenty hot for me!"

Mary cups her hands around Sarah'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.

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

Sarah whimpers.