Lil watches Veevee and Bernie play with each other's nipples

Lil walked down the carpeted stairs to the kitchen door, wide open as usual. She blinked to see her mom and Bernie sitting at the table, playing with each other's nipples. While Lil was wearing an oversized Billy Royce concert shirt and panties, Mom and Bernie were wearing ... just aprons? with their tits - big tits and bigger tits - spilling out over the loosened front of each apron. Lil wasn't as itty-bitty in the tits as Sally Walker, but she couldn't compete with Mom and Bernie.

Mom's nipples were big and pink like bubble gum, while Bernie's were big and brown like molasses taffy. And each one's nipples were being held in the other's fingers, or finger and thumb, pinched and pulled and squeezed and kneaded.

Lil's nipples stiffened under her Billy Royce shirt, tingling like they were part of the scene.

Veevee laughed. "I'd forgotten how much fun it is to do this. Usually when I'm with another lady it's a quick dive to put my fingers or face between her legs, or roundways about, she on me."

"This is one of Mom's exercises she does for her Women's Pleasure Circles," Bernie said. "Something light, but kind of serious. Learning to pay attention to your feelings and your partner's."

"I feel good," Veevee said. "I like doing this with you."

Lil lingered outside the kitchen, watching her mom play with her brother's girlfriend, hands to tits, smiling at each other. Whoa. How far had they gone last night after Mom and Dad had shown up, and after, while Lil was snoozing downstairs? She felt a warm flush, watching the sexy scene. It was more exciting to Lik for how comfortable Mom and Bernie looked, smiling and laughing as they fondled each other, than for the titty play itself.

"You know what you have that my mom doesn't?" Bernie said.

"Oh hush, hon," Veevee said. "No call to compare." She let go of Bernie's nipples, cupped her hands, and palmed Bernie's heavy breasts.

"You notice if I'm happy. Mom doesn't notice a lot of the time, and doesn't ask. She cares how I feel if I tell her. But you, I never have to say. You know if I'm not happy and you reach out."

"Oh hon," Veevee said. "Your mama loves you. You know that. I know that from what you've told me."

"She does," Bernie said. "But she doesn't see me. You do. Gary does, mostly."

Veevee laughed. "Mostly he's a good boy." She grinned.

"But Mom? Mom can forget about me even if I'm there."

Veevee shook her head "She's a writer, she runs her workshops and the business part of that," Veevee said. "It would be too much for me, I know. But your ma is an evangelist for sex, especially jacking off and jilling off, and for an evangelist the calling to spread the Good News comes, well, before being anyone's mom. You're not her little girl any more. If you need something, you've got to ask her."

"I know. I like being able to masturbate together with Mom. I think that's her idea of a hug."

Veevee laughed, loud and open-mouthed. "Bless you both," she said.

Bernie laughed, sounding happier to Lil. "Can I be your little girl instead?"

"Let me give you a hug, sweetie," Veevee said. She gathered the younger woman in her arms and pulled her close, bare breasts pressing together. "Better?"

"Better."

"You can have all the hugs you want, hon."

Lil watched Veevee and Bernie embrace, pink skin to gold, wavy blonde hair to messy black mop. She felt a flash of feeling tug at her and acted on her impulse.