None Jamie can think of for now. Better relax and enjoy the evening.

Jamie kept wracking her brain for something, anything, but when her mother and Micaela were done eating, she hadn't gotten anywhere.

"Okay, why don't you two lovebirds, like, settle down on the couch while I take care of the dishes?" Anne interrupted Jamie's increasingly frantic thinking.

Futa and latina exchanged a look - that sounded like the best idea of the evening. Granted, the other was Jamie fucking her step-dad, so the bar wasn't very high. So, while her mother busied herself in the kitchen, Jamie and Micaela got comfortable on the couch, the latina resting her head on her girlfriend's perky boobs. Wrapping her left arm around the latina's waist, Jamie would have felt nothing but contentment, if not for the faint wish for a bigger bust so Micaela would have a more comfy pillow.

"Mmh, this is nice..." the latina mumbled, her hand brushing over Jamie's lower thigh. "I didn't have anyone to cuddle with since... high school..."

"I, uh, I never had anyone to--"

"Oh my god, am I your first girlfriend?!" Micaela squealed, sitting up partway to look at Jamie, who looked at her knees a little embarassed.

"Y-yeah, I've never... been with anyone before..."

"Well, you've won the lottery with me, guapa," her girlfriend replied, laying her head on Jamie's shoulder. "But, to be honest, so have I with you. I mean, you pretty much gave up your life for me."

"It honestly wasn't much... I was stuck in community college, had no friends and my mother hated me--"

"Aww, I didn't hate you, baby girl," Anne pouted from behind them as she walked around the couch to sit down next to Jamie, whose cock throbbed lightly at the pet name. "I was just... I dunno, I don't even, like, remember... Maybe I was trying to be strict and stuff?"

Jamie's throat suddenly felt dry as she felt Anne's squishy, pliant boob press into her right arm. Yesterday, James had been a virgin, today, Jamie was sitting on the couch, a smoking hot woman two her left and one to her right. Did it even matter that one of them was her own mother? After all, family members cuddling was pretty normal. Granted, Anne wanted much more than cuddle, but why ruin this perfect moment with pointless anxiety?

Instead, the futa sighed happily and wrapped her right arm around her mother's shoulder and pulled her closer, causing Anne to hum contentedly and rest her head on her daughter's other shoulder, letting her right hand lie on Jamie's toned stomach. Soon, Jamie felt her exhaustion from the frantic fucking earlier overpower her, and she drifted off into a nap.