Chataya and Alayaya Arrive

You stand there for a minute, facing the door, before suddenly you see two women walk through. Both tower over you, reaching six feet in height, with ebony skin. The one on the right looks to be about forty years old, and judging from the younger one's appearance, is likely her mother. Clothed in what looks like a few strips of green and orange silk, barely covering their breasts and groins, they walk towards you, seductively.

"Well," the older one, Chataya, starts, in a distinctive Summer Island drawl, "looks like you've gone through me best girls."

"But," the younger one interjects, "that just means we gets to have some fun now."

Chataya pushes her daughter down towards the bed, straddling her and reaching her hand underneath the flimsy garment to grope at her breast. Alayaya, you assume, from what Dancy told you, reciprocates by bringing her mother's head down to hers and kissing her deeply. After a few seconds, Chataya opens her mouth, and the chaste kiss becomes deeper. As your cock throbs at the sight, you begin walking towards them, hoping to include yourself in the erotically incestuous display in front of your eyes.