Ro3: Back downstairs

"S-sharon! This isn't what it-Oooh!" The milf between Jim's legs took that moment to crank up the suction, her hands pressing firmly into his backside to keep him locked in place. Shannon rolled her eyes, "N-no-(gasp). Not what it looks like Jim? Because it looks like you're letting my Mom suck you off." She meant it to be scathing but she could barely get the words out before she had to lay back and catch her breath. Suzanne had really done a number on her. The thought made the pit in her stomach deepen but also caused a painful throb from her tired pussy, her abdominals quivering at the prospect of having to contract again.

"B-but I'm not-Nngh-I didn't mean to..." In spite of herself Shannon felt a twinge of sympathy. It wasn't like she'd wanted her mom to get her off either, maybe she was being too hard-"OOOH Fuck! Gah!" Then again, she wouldn't be the only one who was being too hard. Jim's hands had found their way to Suzanne's head and his passive plausible deniability gave way to forceful thrusts before he swayed, nearly falling onto the sucking milf as he drained his balls down her throat.

After a few moments Suzanne released him and his grip on her head faltered as he fell back against the door. The milf licked her lips, barely winded from the intense ordeal, "Bit of a hair trigger but you taste better than I expected. Of course, you'll never measure up to Sharon. Have you tasted her? I can only imagine that's why she keeps you around." Jim looked overloaded, "Yo-you and-" He glanced at the couch in amazement, "You and Sharon?"

Shannon had almost made it to her feet, lower body beginning to sluggishly respond, when she froze at the question. Should she still keep up the ruse? This was Sharon's boyfriend, it wasn't like she could fool him for long. And of course there was the guilt of pinning more awkwardness on Sharon but at this point did it really matter? Her mom fucking everyone in sight was definitely the weirdest thing that ever happened in the house. She found it hard to believe anything could ever top this in terms of bizarreness. She might as well keep using her stolen identity as a shield, then she wouldn't have to deal with the consequences, "Jim it's-"

"Oh that's not Sharon dear, that's Shannon! Couldn't you tell from her lack of dick?" Oh that BITCH. Shannons face flushed deep red, mostly from what she told herself was anger, glaring at her traitorous mother. Suzanne gave her a coy smile over her shoulder, "What? It wasn't like you could keep the ruse up forever sweetie, it's pretty obvious from this angle that you're not hung like a horse." What the fuck is she even talking abou- Shannon glanced down and squeaked to find her shirt had ridden up, revealing her entire lower half, and just how well-used it had been.

Jim gawked for a long moment before his brain caught up, "Wait, what? Lack of dick?" Suzanne rose smoothly to her feet, somehow perfectly in control of the entire ridiculous situation, "Yes dear, as you can plainly see she hasn't a cock on her. Would you like to rectify that?" She didn't give him a choice, seizing him about the waist and practically carrying him over to Shannon, who had been trying to stretch her shirt to cover herself. Looking up into the milf's sultry eyes, she realized she really should have run for the stairs while she still had the chance.

Jim glanced back and forth between his girlfriends sister, naked and scared-looking on the couch, and her mother, whose hands were busy fully divesting him of his shirt and pants. What the absolute fuck was going on. As Suzanne groped his ass, sliding her breasts down his leg as she removed his pants, his brain short-circuited and he just decided to go with it. "C'mere, Jim. I know you have a few left in you. Hopefully you'll last a little longer with my daughter, after all this is her first time." She half-pulled half-shoved him onto the couch above Shannon, deftly spreading her legs with surprisingly strong hands.

He was as much of a horndog as the next guy but he felt guilty as hell looking down at his girlfriends sister, tears in her eyes, mouth working but no sound coming out. "Mrs. M, I don't- Shannon doesn't want-" He yelped as the milf's fingers slipped over his perineum to cup his balls, his traitorous erection pulsing at full mast as she sank onto the couch behind him, "Of course she wants it, she just doesn't know it yet. Now be a dear and put that little thing to good use."

Suzanne was positively in heaven. All these young, nubile teens in her house to play with. They were putty in her fingers. She really should have put the moves on Shannon sooner, the poor girl seemed ready to cry as her mother pushed her back onto the couch. Maybe she did come on rather strong to begin with... not like it mattered, she was still here and ready to fuck. Suzanne felt an perverse motherly thrill at the thought of being present for her daughters loss of virginity and an even dirtier thrill of her losing it to her sisters boyfriend, "Just lie still dear, I'll make sure he does you right."She spooned Jim, dragging her nipples up his back and eliciting an aroused groan as she settled into position. One hand slipping around him to line up his cock and the other finding one of his nipples to twist. Her breasts mashed against his muscled back and her chin rested on his shoulder so she had a good view of what was to come, "I warmed her all up for you dear, you'll have the ride of your life if you just relax and let me do what I do best." Jim didn't have time to reply as she bucked her hips and drove his cock into her daughters waiting pussy.