Choose Cool as Fuck. On a 10+, get out of trouble with no problem.

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Tom Jackson, Older Brother, +1 Hard, Cool as Fuck (+0 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, +1 Control), ****, OMG, Cunt-Licking, Sisters.

When you GET OUT OF TROUBLE, in a 10+, you do it, no problem.

"Shasta, Sarah! Hey girls, I'm home!"

You know Mary Forbes' voice very well. You, Shasta, and Sarah look at each other and blink in confusion.

Before you can think of anything to do, Mary sweeps round the corner and catches the three of you naked in front of the washing machine. Mary puts a hand to her mouth. You see the corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement.

"Tom Jackson, I do declare!" Mary says. "Shasta and Sarah. All in your birthday suits? What have you been doing?" She looks her daughters over. They give her a deer-in-the-headlights stare. Her nose wrinkles, and she sniffs. "Tom? Young ladies? Have you all been up to hanky panky in my house?" She steps close and takes a good look at the moist, matted hair around Shasta and Sarah's pussy lips. Sarah's pussy is visibly creamed with your semen. Your own cock head is moist with yours and Sarah's mingled juices. Again, you hope Sarah's on the pill.

You feel a twitch and a stiffening between your legs. Your cock pulses, swells, and lifts up into a firm, up-tilted erection. All three Forbes women are suddenly looking at your crotch. Shasta and Sarah's nipples are erect, and all three of them are pink-cheeked with excitement.

Mary shakes it off first.

"Oh, never mind," Mary says. "I was a holy terror in my time. No harm done, but for Jesus' love, young ladies, don't be roaming the house naked. You'd give your father a heart attack, or worse. Let's get you all back dressed. You can make it up to me by bringing in the groceries and getting dinner going."

When Shasta and Sarah are in the middle of making dinner, Mary takes you back to her bedroom. As she changes her clothes, she shows off her body to you, getting into a little competition with her daughters, perhaps. And she lays down a few lines for you.

"Tom, son," she says. "Did you put your wiener up my daughter Sarah?"

"Yes, ma'am," you say.

"I'm not angry at you, Tom, but I do have some expectations that you should take more care," Mary says. "My girls are on the shot, but you don't want to give each other anything. Use a rubber. Sarah has them in her nightstand. If both of you forgot, you need to not be in so much of an all-fired hurry," Mary says. "I hope there wasn't booze or weed in when you decided to do the nasty together. So what was Shasta doing?"

You tell the straight truth. "Sarah begged to lick between Shasta's legs, and Shasta said yes."

Mary steps into a new pair of stockings. She's facing half-away from you. Mary takes a quick, deep breath, and you see her cheek and ear flush pink at the news. "Did Shasta reach her joy? Did they both like it?"

"She did," you say. "They both liked it a lot."

Mary shakes her head and sighs. "I was hoping that my daughters would find the right man first," she says. "Now my man Brian and I, by God's love and our marriage bond, we share each other's perversions, forgive each other, and transform desire to love. God loves love, but the world is a hard place." She relaxes her shoulders. "You know, I hadn't even thought on it. There's you and your sister Taylor, loving up on each other. Taylor's our brightest, sweetest young waitress, and she and I have shared a lot of love." She turns round and smiles. "Not what I was expecting to walk in on." She laughs. "I expected Shasta'd be off on the back of a motorcycle with one of her bad boys. Though, come to think of it, I think she's run out of bad prospects around here. I thought Sarah might be in her room having a hot phone date with her boyfriend. Guess I have some catching up to do." She turns round and meets your eyes. "I loved watching you and Taylor. It was so sweet."

"Sarah and Shasta were sweet together," you say.

Mary swallows.

"Do you wish you'd seen Sarah and Shasta making love together?" you ask Mary.

"Yes," Mary admits. "My sweet lovely girls. Tom..."

"Yes, ma'am?"