Orgy 2: Gamer Samples some BlueberryMILFshake

John didn’t need a second invitation and he shuffled over to the pair. In some distant corner of his mind, a taboo thought began to bounce around. Brenda had all but adopted Kiera, which would make the bluenette akin to a sister to him. And since he was already crossing the line by being ready to fuck his mother, the family roleplay wasn’t too far a bridge to the gap.

‘Probably should keep that idea for later though,’ he thought. ‘Don’t want to overwhelm Kiera any more than needed.’

Once he was close to them, Brenda lightly pushed Kiera towards John, her eyes widening as John caught her. John’s eyes met hers for a moment before dipping down to her lips. She gave the smallest nod possible before he closed the distance between them and kissed her gently.

Kiera all but melted into his embrace, her arms holding John closely. After a second to just let the kiss proceed at Kiera’s pace, John moved his hands down to her hips and butt and began to knead her plush cheeks. Kiera moaned into John’s mouth as he played with her, his groping fingers slowly growing bolder as he tested her limits.

John raised his eyebrow as Kiera’s hands shakily began to explore his frame. Her soft fingers traced his arms and the lean muscles that were absent two weeks ago.

‘Didn’t take Kiera for being into that,’ John thought. As much as a part of him would like to ponder more about her particulars, he knew if they didn’t start to bleed away the lust, they would be there all day. Not a bad thing, but probably not something they wanted to risk.

John broke away from the kiss, causing Kiera to look up at him with needy eyes.

“As much fun as kissing you is, I think there’s more you want,” John said in a low voice, which made Kiera quiver. “How would you like it?”

“Um,” Kiera stuttered out, not ready to be put on the spot like that, and John realized a moment later she likely had no idea what position would work for her first time with a man. That was when Brenda slid over to them, capturing Kiera between the two Newmans, her large breasts squishing against her back as the most mature occupant of the room pulled both of them into her embrace.

John wasn’t sure if it was her perfectly done nails tracing lines up and down his arms or Kiera’s pale breasts now firmly pressing into his chest that caused his dick to throb wildly with need against Kiera’s thighs. Probably both.

“I think it would be best for you, Kiera, to be on top of you, John,” Brenda whispered in a husky voice. “There’ll be time for more experimentation later, today or otherwise, but I think that’s the best way to start.”

“T-that sounds g-good,” Kiera breathed out, the overstimulation causing her stutter to act up.

“John, sweetie, if you could lay down?” Brenda asked and John quickly broke away from them, his body suddenly cold from the lack of contact. As he got into position, he glanced over at Teri and Estelle. The slime was still pounding away at the witch with little input from him, but once his focus was on it, he felt the sensation from the tendril plundering her depths and he let out a groan of satisfaction. To distract from that, he focused on the sight of the witch cleaning out his cum from Teri’s pussy. Clearly, Estelle had some talent there given Teri’s enthusiastic moans and tight grip on Estelle’s hair.

But his attention soon returned to Kiera and Brenda as his mother led her to his prone form. As she was off slightly to one side, John got a good look at one of his mother’s breasts, the large boob surprisingly perky as it jiggled in time with her movements. It was about as large as Senka’s and some random part of his mind wondered if his mother’s proportions had influenced her body.

That errant thought was banished from his head as he took in Kiera’s fully exposed form. His eyes drank in her handful-sized breasts, her pale pink nipples barely visible against her equally pale skin. His gaze seemed to trigger her self-consciousness and she shifted to hide herself.

Both John and Brenda moved to stop her, and even with Brenda being right next to her, John was quicker. He sprang up with a fluidity he would have lacked before his powers and gently grabbed her wrist, running his thumb over the back of her hand in a reassuring way.

“You’re beautiful, Kiera,” he said with every ounce of honesty in his body. “You’re as beautiful as anyone I know. And I know everyone else thinks so too.”

“H-he’s not lying,” Teri chimed in before letting out a moan.

“I didn’t raise a liar,” Brenda added, her hand joining John’s in easing down Kiera’s arm. “And I don’t count myself one. Please don’t think you have to hide from us anymore.”

“Y-you really think I-I’m beautiful?” Kiera asked in a small voice.

“Yeah,” John answered and leaned in to kiss her as proof. Kiera melted into it and sighed contently, the tension in her body fading. Once John pulled away, he fell back to the bed, ready for her to make the next move. Kiera’s eyes found themselves on John’s dick, the length twitching in time with his heartbeat.

“It’s big,” she whispered, which swelled John’s pride a bit.

“It certainly is,” Brenda purred and reached out to stroke John’s cock. The first truly intimate touch between mother and son was her giving him a handjob and John’s hips bucked upward at her touch. “And so full of vigor. I suppose right now’s not the right time to take things slow, so…”

Brenda let go of John’s shaft, much to his dissatisfaction, and moved her hands to Kiera’s wide hips, drawing a gasp from the bluenette.

“Up you go, Kiera dear,” Brenda said as she guided Kiera up and over John, leaving her kneeling over his crotch, his dick just below her dripping entrance. “I’ll help guide it in. John, sweetie, can you keep as still as possible until Kiera gives you the go-ahead to move?”

“Of course, I can,” John replied, gripping the sheets under him tightly. The last thing he wanted was to make things painful for her.

Brenda smiled down at John, making his heart beat harder for a moment before she began to guide Kiera down upon his cock. John took in a sharp breath as the tip met her wet lips, matched by Kiera letting out her own cute moan. Brenda took one of her hands off Kiera’s hip and properly lined up John’s dick. Then she allowed Kiera to sink down at her own pace.

John groaned as the tightness of her pussy began to envelop his cock like a vice and he **** himself still as Brenda helped ease Kiera down with gentle touches and whispered encouragement. All the while, John kept his gaze on Kiera’s face, their eyes locked on each other. About halfway down, Kiera leaned forward slightly, placing a hand against John’s chest to steady herself.

She blushed harder as she felt his toned pecs, her fingers slightly digging into the taut flesh. Then she bottomed out, the full length of John’s dick buried in her, and she let out a throaty moan.

“Don’t hold back those, dear,” Brenda cooed as she rubbed Kiera’s sides and kissed her neck. “Let us hear how you’re feeling.”

“I feel so full,” she breathed out, slightly grinding her hips back and forth. John groaned and pawed at the sheets as she did, the growing tension around his dick becoming harder to ignore. His plight must have shown on his face as Brenda stopped kissing Kiera and said, “Are you ready to start moving, Kiera?”

“Hmm,” Kiera hummed out as she nodded. “I-I’m a bit nervous though.”

“Okay, we’ll start slow and build up to a speed you’re comfortable with,” Brenda said. “Now, just go up a bit then back down. Just like this.”

Brenda ran a finger up Kiera’s side then reversed course to give her an idea of the pace. Kiera shivered at her touch and John groaned as her core squeezed around his dick. Then Kiera began to rock up and down at a sedate pace, causing John to throw his head back against the mattress as pleasure shot through his body.

“See, Kiera, just like that,” Brenda coached, her half-lidded eyes intently watching the show before her. “Look how you’re making John feel.”

“He’s t-twitching,” Kiera whined. “It’s so hot and h-hard! I’m…!”

Kiera sank hard and fast as she came, her inner walls contracting like a plush vice around John’s dick. John grit his teeth, not wanting to cum so quickly into Kiera’s first time with a man. The pressure on his cock lessened quickly enough to forestall his orgasm, but he was sure a second orgasm from her would cause him to spill over.

Brenda rubbed Kiera’s hips, her hand dangerously close to where she and John were joined.

“How was your first orgasm with a man, honey?” she sweetly asked, the tone a stark contrast to the lewd activities going on.

“G-good,” Kiera weakly moaned, before her hips began to gyrate slightly.

“Seems like you’re still good to go,” Brenda slyly remarked, her hand going the distance and lightly touching Kiera’s clit, causing her to moan and buck. “Do you want John to show you a bit more?”

“Y-yes!” Kiera cried out, her neediness making John’s heart race.

Brenda smiled down at John, a sinful expression of forbidden desire. “It’s rude to ignore a lady’s request, sweetie,” she purred in a sultry voice. “Just don’t go overboard, alright?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” John replied and smiled at Kiera. Her blush exploded and her core contracted between his grin and his hands coming to gently grip her hips. “Let me know if I’m going too far. Still kind of a novice at this.”

At Kiera’s nod of acknowledgement, John finally began to fuck her. With slow and steady thrusts, John bounced Kiera in his lap, watching with great satisfaction at how her pink-tinged face twisted in pleasure. John’s eyes glanced over at Brenda, who watched their union with a perverted gleam in her eyes, a sort of perverse joy. With John taking control, her hands had left Kiera and had drifted down to her obscured pussy, the slight shift of her shoulders a clear indicator of what she was doing.

A part of John, fully ready to jump into debauchery, wanted her to join in some way, but he didn’t want to mess up Kiera’s experience. His glance over to Brenda was noticed by Kiera, who turned her attention from him to her.

“B-Brenda,” Kiera moaned. “D-do y-you want to, um, j-join?”

Both Newmans were surprised by Kiera's suggestion, but Brenda was quicker to recover and asked, “I do. But how do you want me? A girl’s first time is something special, after all.”

“Um,” Kiera stuttered, the topic and John’s continued thrusts making her mind lock up. Her face grew redder as she came to some realization then she gestured towards John. “H-how about, um, w-what we d-did before.”

“Oh?” Brenda purred. “Want me to sit on my son’s face so you can watch as he eats me out?”

John found that idea very appealing and it seemed Kiera did too if the strong contraction of her pussy was any indication.

“Y-yes!” Kiera squeaked out before covering her face with her hands.

“Now, now, no need to be ashamed about your desires, dear,” Brenda softly soothed, gently pulling Kiera’s hands away as she glided out from behind her. “You don’t want John’s last view of you for a bit to be the back of your hands?”

“N-no,” Kiera quietly said as she let Brenda pull her arms down and placed them on John’s chest. Then Brenda shifted over and swung her leg over John’s head. John looked up, getting his first real clear view of his mother’s dripping pussy. With his hands firmly on Kiera’s hips to keep her steady, he was unable to reach up and draw the forbidden flesh down.

Thankfully, Brenda wasn’t keen on drawing things out and she brought her pussy down towards John’s mouth swiftly. John’s vision went dark as Brenda’s thick and luscious thighs and round ass cheeks blocked the light around him, and that lack of sensory input heightened the heady scent of her desire. A scent that John found himself quite eager to sample the source of.

Brenda’s moans only increased the fervor with which John ran his tongue between her lips, the incestuous Rubicon truly crossed as he ate out the woman who had given birth to him. All the while, he maintained his steady thrusts upwards into Kiera, her softer moans joining Brenda’s in a sweet duet of his orchestration.

As John basked in the sounds and sensations of the threesome, something beyond pleasure came to his attention. Someone was lightly poking his tendril.

‘Tendril?’ John thought, the notion coming to him as automatically as if it was his hand or foot that had been touched. ‘Man, that’s weird. Cool, but weird. Almost forgot the slime was still going. The feeling was kind of muted.’

Now that his attention was on it, he could definitely feel everything. The sinful pleasure of the slime slowly plundering Estelle’s pussy and a tentative and short finger poking it. That had to be Teri, John reasoned, and he took greater control over the spirit-infused slime and made it approximate a thumbs up to signal he was listening.

He wondered just what Teri wanted as she poked her finger into the slime, then her whole hand. Once her extremity was inside up to the wrist, Teri began to move her finger in what was unmistakably a beckoning motion, one finger curling back, palm upturned. Then, with her other hand, Teri grabbed the slime’s outside and gently shaped it into another tendril.

The combination of the two actions made it clear what she was wanting him to do. And who was he to deny a lady her wants?

Teri smiled as the small tendril she had sculpted from the slime extended into a proper tentacle, a twin to the one still lazily pumping in and out of Estelle. The witch mewled in pleasure, the ceaseless fucking the tentacle was giving her leaving her blissed out. Which didn’t make her the best partner. She hadn’t been too bad licking her pussy, but the burning desire running through her left her wanting a bit more.

And she wanted to gauge how the witch was feeling about all of this.

Even as the slime slid down her abdomen and began to seek out her pussy, Teri focused her magic on it. There was an odd duality to the spirit-possessed slime, as two different sources of emotions radiated from it. John’s shone clearly from it, and it was a bit disorienting to feel the same person from two different spots. But under his was a more subdued current, one that had to be the spirit. It was far simpler and only seemed to grow active once John’s emotions faded into the background.

Like right now his attention was returning to Brenda and Kiera. There was a sense of resigned obligation flowing from the slime as it acted upon John’s desire, a sort of inertia to its actions based on John’s most recent input. And, if Teri was right, something she could influence with her abilities.

With a slight shudder, the slime’s actions slowed down, turning the motion of its tentacles into something much more sedate. The reduction of activity didn’t seem to register with John as no surprise or concern came to mingle with his lust. But it did shake Estelle from her pleasure-induced stupor and she looked up at Teri with bleary eyes.

“What’s going on?” she slurred a bit as her mind recovered from the pleasurable onslaught.

“Dialing things back a bit,” Teri answered, suppressing a moan as her tentacle lazily moved in and out of her pussy. “I'd like to have a word with you.”

“Bit early for pillow talk, isn't it?” Estelle joked as she **** herself to her knees. “Ohh, that’s not a bad change. Almost relaxing.”

“Figured it wouldn’t do if we started to get overly horny mid-way through,” Teri remarked, trying to avoid looking at Estelle’s gently rising breasts.

“And what’s so important that it can’t wait until this is all done?” Estelle asked, the tone of her voice matching the earnestness of her emotions.

“I just don’t want things to be weird after this,” Teri explained. “You’re kind of the odd one out.”

Estelle blinked, clearly not expecting this sort of talk. “Oh, you mean about John, right? I suppose that’s true. I mean, it’s not like I don’t think he’s a great guy, but I don’t know him like you all do. But, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t mind if this develops into something. You all are great people, and…”

Teri leaned forward and placed her hand over her mouth, quickly silencing her.

“You were getting a bit loud,” Teri said, glancing back at the threesome. “I’m probably overstepping by doing this, but I don’t want anybody’s feelings to get hurt. But it’s clear you’re not going to try and worm your way in if we don’t think it’s going to work. And, not that I have a lot of say in who could join, I wouldn’t say no if the question came up.”

Teri scanned Estelle’s emotions as she withdrew her hand and found acceptance and understanding. Along with a pang of disappointment. What gave Teri pause was that emotion only sparked into being as she removed her hand.

‘Oh!,’ the answer came to Teri in a bolt of inspiration. ‘Oh, that could be fun. And since we need to burn off this lust anyway.’

She shuffled closer to Estelle, their height difference standing in stark contrast to the developing power dynamic between them. The growing anticipation blaring from the witch was a clear signal that Teri hadn’t crossed any line yet and the goblin found herself mirroring the emotion herself.

“Being an empath has its uses, you know,” Teri murmured in a low voice that caused Estelle’s breathing to pick up. “Makes getting an idea of what someone wants to do so much easier.”

Teri gave Estelle a long moment to stop her, to give any signal of hesitation. And while there was a bit of trepidation in her emotions, anticipation was far stronger. Teri surged forward, capturing the witch’s lips in a heated kiss. Her hands found Estelle’s large tits and began to knead them, first gently then with more **** as Estelle’s emotional chorus dictated.

With her focus no longer on the slime, it began to increase in tempo, driving its two tentacles into them with greater fervor. Between that and Teri’s fondling, Estelle came, her body shuddering against Teri’s.

“More, please,” she breathed out.

Teri grinned and granted her request.