Eat, of course. The stir fry is getting cold.

Jamie was leaning on Micaela's back, left cheek pressing into it, her spent dick nestled between the latina's soft ass cheeks, both breathing heavily with exertion and the afterglow of their incredible orgasms. The futa had barely enough strength to wrap her arms around her girlfriend's waist in a tight hug, which was reciprocated by Micaela with one hand squeezing Jamie's lower arm.

"This was... incredible..." the exhausted latina whispered. "Your dick is the fucking best... I don't think I can stand up..."

"M-me neither," Jamie stammered. "My legs feel so weak..."

"I'm, like, suuuper happy my two favorite girls enjoyed themselves so much," Anne beamed, squatting down next to the slowly recovering pair to face Jamie. Her legs slid into her cleavage, pushing her impressive tits to both sides until they slid out of the apron. Jamie's eyes went wide at the soft globes laid bare, dick twitching weakly against Micaela's ass, the now familiar pang of envy racing through her.

"But, y'know, our stir fry is kinda getting cold?" Jamie's mother continued, completely ignoring how her thick nipples crinkled and stiffened in the cool air. "If you need my help getting up, that's, like, totally cool!"

Jamie felt her stomach faintly growling - who knew intense fucking could make you so hungry? Eating sounded like a really good idea... but then again, so did sitting on the floor, embracing Micaela... A second, louder growl reminded Jamie that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and had spent the day expelling copious amounts of fluids and eating was definitely something she should do. Stat.

As Jamie fought to get to her feet, her mother lent a helping hand by grabbing her daughter's arm, pulling it into her bosom and standing up herself. The exquisite softness wrapping around her arm made heat rise into Jamie's face, and the flustered futa lost her footing in the sticky puddle under them. Falling into her mother's soft breasts, Jamie reflexively grabbed Anne's left tit with one hand, her fingers sinking deep into the pliant flesh, the older woman sighing softly.

"Aww, baby girl, I love you too, but we, like, need to..." Anne cooed, before her eyes strayed downwards, head leaning sideways, and she continued: "...get you two some new clothes. And towels. You're, like, covered in cum!"

Jamie felt her cock twitch and her pussy tingle as her mother called her with the new pet name she'd taken to using. Was she...? Nah, impossible. Besides, Jamie had more important things to worry about. Like the sticky feeling of cum running down her legs.

"Alright, you two stay here. I don't want you to drag all that yummy cum over my floors." With a heavy sigh, Anne mumbled something about 'If only it wasn't on the ground...' and hurried into the house to get new clothes and something to wipe off the jizz.

"Hey, guapa," Micaela's voice sounded out weakly from below, "Give me a hand, please."

The futa, heartened by her slowly returning strength, turned to her girlfriend, and pulled her up with both arms, Micaela immediately pulling her into a deep kiss. The latina's pants were absolutely soaked with their juices, but Jamie didn't mind - after all, her own legs didn't look much better. The pair mashed their lips together, exploring each other's mouth with their tongues, their hot breath mixing, until Jamie had to break it off, gasping for air. Micaela, breathing heavily, used the opportunity to lay her head on Jamie's shoulder, resting it again's the futa's own head, who felt a hint of the well-known envy creep into her contentment at the feeling of Micaela's tits pressing into her own.

"I... I honestly think this is the best day of my life..." the latina whispered, voice thick with emotion. "This morning, I... I literally cried in the car... my life was going nowhere, I hadn't gotten any modelling gig in months, and no one wants to date a high school dropout cleaning lady... And now, you gave me... so much. That incredible cock you fuck me with, these tits I have now, and... and your love... god, that sounded cheesy..."

"N-no, not really," Jamie choked out, holding back tears of happiness. "Okay, yes, but... I feel the same. I had the biggest crush on you forever, and now I get to hold you like this... I think I l--"

"OHMIGOSH, SQUEEE!" A sudden, giddy scream interrupted them. "You two look, like, so incredibly cuuuute!"

Turning their heads, the pair saw Anne bounce up and down in glee, her still naked tits jiggling wildly, the apron sandwiched between them. Jamie's mother had one arm full of towels, in the other a bunch of clothes that seemed to be yoga pants and... a dress?!

"Aww, Anne! She was about to say she loved me! Thanks for killing the mood!" pouted Micaela, still unwilling to disentangle herself.

"I know, that's why I... I couldn't hold it back, it's so sweeeet!" Anne replied, beside herself with happiness.

"Right? I'm so glad you let me move in," Micaela smiled, putting her cheek on Jamie's shoulder.

The futa herself, a bit flustered after her interrupted confession, tried to steer the conversation away from the embarassingly emotional topic. She was fine talking about it with Micaela, but her mother was another thing.

"Uh, thanks for the towels, mom." Reluctantly letting go of Micaela, she continued: "Let's get cleaned off, I'm starving."

After getting rid of their pants, Jamie and Micaela began cleaning themselves. The only slightly embarassed futa quickly noticed that her mother's eyes were glued to her swinging dick, and that Anne was biting her thumb lightly, an unmistakable expression of desire on her face.

"Could you... could you not stare at it so much, mom? It feels... weird."

"Aww, but it's, like, so huge and thick!"

"Oh hell yes, guapa! Your mom is so right about that!"

Hearing her mother gush about her dick size made Jamie's face redden fiercely, and she diverted her attention back to her legs, doing her best to ignore Anne's lustfilled stare. Soon, she was done getting more or less clean, as was Micaela, and Anne offered them the yoga pants and skirt. The latina immediately snatched the yoga pants for herself, leaving Jamie with the dress, who looked at it a little disheartened. The weirdness just didn't stop today, did it.

"Ooh, don't look so down, guapa. You'll look really pretty!"

"Like, totally! I even made sure to get my cutest skirt, baby girl!"

Again, there was a pleasant tingle in Jamie's nethers. Something was definitely up with that, but as she began feeling very hungry now, Jamie decided that it was not the time for thinking too much about this. With a deep sigh, she finally took the offered garment and slid the flowing navy blue dress on. The fact that Micaela had snatched the yoga pants had one massive good side, though: the tight fabric fit snugly around the latina's godly ass, enhancing the firm cheeks to a mouth-watering degree.

"See, Micaela, I was, like, totally right! Suuuper cute! And you can barely even see her cock!"

"Mhmm, only if you know it's there..." Micaela's appreciative comment was interrupted by a loud growl. "Damn, guapa, was that your stomach?!"

"Uhm, yeah... I didn't eat since breakfast..."

"With all this going on?! Okay, food. Now."

"In the living room. It, y'know, should still be warm?"

With that, the trio went over to the table and sat down to eat, Jamie's cock bouncing between her toned thighs the whole way. Going commando was probably not an option. Although like this, at least her dick didn't get squished into her cunt.