Lil jills off watching her mom fingering Bernie

Veevee and Bernie stood beside the kitchen table, hugging each other in a close embrace, each dressed only in an apron with their boobs spilling over the top, squishing together skin to skin, and their backs and buttocks bare.

"If you're my girl, hon?" Veevee asked Bernie. "Then can I masturbate you like your ma does? You know I kind of envy you your bush? That's part of why I want to lay hands on you there."

"Please, Mrs Menard," Bernie said. "Please hold me close and put your fingers on my bush. In my vulva. On my clit. Do that, be like my mom. And hold me close like you hug Lil. Like I'm your girl too. Hug me and masturbate me, too."

"Oh sweetheart," Veevee said. "You know you can be one of my children too." She squeezed Bernie tighter, then laughed. "I don't know that Gary and Lil are expecting me to be touching up on their sexy bits. But I'm pleased to finger your pussy and give you a hug, too. At least a one handed hug. Let's hurry it up before someone comes down wanting pancakes, though."

"Please," Bernie said.

"Off with the aprons!" Veevee said.

Lil watched from outside the kitchen, her heart beating fast.

"Cuddle up, hon," Veevee said.

The kitchen chair groaned as Bernie sat crosswise in Veevee's lap, adding her weight to Veevee's. Naomi Bernice Bernstein wasn't tall, but she was fat, her figure thickly curved with full breasts, buttocks, and thighs.

Lil held her breath as she watched Bernie settle into Mom's lap and a motherly embrace.

Bernie leaned into Veevee, resting her head on the older blonde woman's shoulder. Lil's mom hugged her son's girlfriend with one arm around Bernie's upper back, completing the circle with her other arm in front, above Bernie's heavy, dark-nippled breasts. Lil licked her lips and swallowed. Mom. And Bernie. Together. Like they could have been part of last night's party.

Veevee whispered comforting words through the dark, curly hair covering Bernie's ear, and then pitched up in a question, "...hm?"

"Mm-hm," Bernie murmured, nodding.

"Then let's start your day off with a little sugar in your bowl," Veevee said. She cupped Bernie's nipple, gave it a squeeze, and stroked her hand smoothly down Bernie's breast and belly to rest on the younger woman's thickly-haired pubic mound. "Open a little, hon."

Bernie parted her knees.

Lil let out a long, quiet sigh. She felt like she was still under the spell of last night's bisexual orgy, watching Gary and Bernie have sex together, watching Bernie having sex with that little surfer chick Reiko, watching Gary mixing it up with Stuart and that long haired younger guy. Wow. Lil had been too wrapped up in watching it all that she hadn't played with anyone but herself. Leaving aside a little kissing and giggling early in the party, last night had been a candy store of hot sex to watch. Up close even. To watch and jill off and come again and again. And that was totally Lil's speed.

But now it was the morning after and the party was still going on. Mom's fingers were in Bernie's pussy, moving with confidence and speed. Bernie hugged Veevee, leaning into her shoulder, holding on, and moaning with rising pleasure. Lil raised her eyebrows. This wasn't Mom's first time finger banging another woman. She'd had a lot of practice.

Lil plunged a hand under the hem of her sleep shirt. Uh-huh, yeah, wet and swollen and wanting her fingers. Yeah. Oh wow Mom was stroking Bernie's clit. Whoa, she had a big one. Looking right between Bernie's thighs, with Mom pinching Bernie's clit hood, Lil got an angle she hadn't seen last night. Wow, and I thought Mom and I had kinda big clits. But not big like hers.

Lil worked her fingers on herself, staring at Mom's fingers working Bernie's pussy. Mom is really good at that. Who's she been doing to get good like that?

Maybe Mom just practices on herself. Lil's legs trembled. She was going to come soon if she kept it up. Lil paused her fingers, just cupping her pussy, pressing lightly. Her legs were still quivering a little. Shivers. Good shivers.

Hold on.

Hold on and watch Bernie come on Mom's fingers. Hold on. Lil pressed her cupped fingers between her legs. Her knees shook, with a little vibration and a wave of excitement.

"Are you ready, hon? Ready to get your sugar, missy?"

"Oh please yes, oh please Mrs. Menard, yes, make me come," Bernie fairly sobbed into Veevee's shoulder.

"Ask mama. not Missus," Veevee said. "Ask mama to make you come."

"Mama, oh mama make me come," Bernie pleaded. "Oh ma, oh ooh AAAHHH!" Her body stiffened. Her hips rocked into Veevee's stroking fingers. Her toes curled and stretched, curled and stretched.

"Yes, child, come for mama, you good precious girl, good girl, good girl," Veevee crooned. "Mama loves you."

Bernie moaned into Veevee's neck and shuddered in her lap. Her thighs shook. vibrating erratically. Her breaths were fast. deep, and uneven, as much sobs as moans of pleasure.

"Come for mama, mama loves her good girl getting a good good come, that's right, that's right," Veevee said.

Lil couldn't see Bernie's face but wow, that was a big one. Lil felt her legs quivering and just watching was gonna send her over too. Oh here it comes. Lil's legs folded under her and she slid down the wall she'd been leaning against, but she didn't take her eyes off Naomi Bernice Bernstein, getting off on Mom's fingers while cuddled up on her lap and oh wow oh wow. Lil's climax caught her but she kept her gaze fixed on the sweet, hot scene at the kitchen table until she had to close her eyes and surrender to the waves of sensation.