Rule 2 before the day unfolds

“Well, I thought we’d go out tonight,” Jane said, licking her lips while looking at her mother fold two eggs into the bowl of cum. “You know, like out to a bar, go dancing, get shit-faced,” she said, her eyes shifting to her mother to see if she would be scorned for swearing. I stifled a laugh at the gesture; even after the two were just giving me a hand job, her mom still had her programmed to be a lady in her presence. That gave me an idea.
“Sounds pretty damn good to me,” Syd said, stretching. I could smell another pussy in the room and I’m pretty sure he returned from just giving his girlfriend a good working over. “Jim?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, looking at Jane and nodding. She smiled and I felt her fingers snake to my knee, covered by the table cloth.

“Mom, wanna go? It’s been ages since you’ve gotten out of this house,” Jane said cordially. Sally considered it for a moment, posing with her egg whisk in a contemplative look. I was more interested in the fact that her robe was so worn it was almost transparent at her ass and I could plainly see her separate her thighs and the ribbon of her dripping slit came into view. I pulled my eyes from it, but the damage had been done and my abused cock started coming back to life.

“I think I’ll stay home this time,” Sally said after a few seconds. She closed her thighs again and my gaze shifted to Jane. She had worked her robe open just a hair, just enough for me to get a look at her left tit and the tight little pink nipple. I licked my lips and couldn’t help but think the soft flesh was the same color as her mother’s.

“Your loss,” Jane said, shrugging.

“Well, if that’s what we’re doing, I’m gonna go shower,” Syd said and wandered off.

“Okay, sweetie,” Sally said with a chipper tone in her voice. “I’ll cook yours last,” she said with the same sing-song tone. Syd strolled to the back of the small house and we heard the bathroom door shut and the shower come on.

I looked right at Jane and said, “Your mother is well acquainted with Rule Number 1. Did she tell you what that is?”

“She does absolutely everything you tell her to do. She is your cumslut, your whore, your bitch,” Jane said without blinking. Her hand slid higher, finding my dick, still rising as it lay on my thigh. “I was guessing that Rule Number 1 applied to me as well,” Jane said, her tongue sneaking out along her lips. “I was hoping it would…”

“It does. So does Rule Number 2,” I said, my dick twitching as her fingers slowly stroked up and down its length, her nails teasing the super-sensitive flesh through my pants. “Rule Number 2 is that you will treat your mother the same way you treat me, and she will treat you the same way I treat her.” Sally turned around from her cooking at the thought of that, and Jane shivered as the thought rolled through her brain.

“Really? This little bitch actually has to listen to me after 23 years of defying me?” Sally said with a smirk.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “That’s the rule, you’re already committed this far, you have to go through with it,” I said distinctly.

“Done,” both girls said simultaneously.

“Now then,” Sally said, tapping her daughter on the shoulder with the egg whisk. “I still haven’t cum yet, you cunt-eating slut,” she said and put one foot on the table between Jane and I. I got a delicious view of her ass and my hand immediately went to stroking her inner thigh. “Eat my pussy, my darling little cum slut. James needs a little something extra special in his omelet, too. Eat my fucking cunt until I’m ready to spray cum all over your fucking angelic face,” she commanded.

Jane hesitated for only a second and then she leaned forward. I could see everything through the thin fabric of Sally’s robe. I could see as her daughter stuck her tongue out and gave her mother’s slit a slow, tender lick, savoring the taste with just the tip of her tongue. I saw her hand reach up and two fingers slide into her mother’s ass as her tongue slipped into her mother’s twat.

“Oh fuck, you little cunt, where did you learn to eat pussy like that?” Sally moaned. Jane laughed against her mother’s pussy, making Sally’s knees almost buckle.

“Kathy Stewart,” Jane mumbled into her mother’s clit. I could hear her lapping at the pink flesh, her tongue tip almost splashing against the flow of cum running out of Sally’s snatch.

“My Kathy?” I asked. I knew she was talking about my ex-girlfriend, but the words just came out. Jane moaned an “Mmm Hmm” against her mother’s clit and Sally about fell down again.

“Like mother like fucking daughter. Both of you are cunt eating sluts, so are both of them,” I said. I fished my cock out of my pants for Jane and she immediately went to stroking it. She ran her hand across her own pussy for lube and started giving me the hand job of a life time. If I hadn’t cum so many times before, I’d have shot clear up to her chin at her mom’s snatch.

“Oh fuck sweetie, Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Sally started to pant. Her thighs were both quivering and we all knew she was close. “Get me that bowl, you cunt-sucking whore,” Sally hissed. She spun away from her mother to grab the bowl she had made the omelets in and as she did, I stood and slid my dick straight up her abused pussy.

“Oh Jesus!” she cried. I pounded up into her 5 times before Jane spun around with the bowl. As I pulled out, we heard a powerful squirt of cum splash down into the bowl, followed by another and another.

“Finger fuck her clit!” I commanded Jane. “Keep your mother’s cunt cumming, I want to taste more pussy than egg in my breakfast,” I hissed. With that, I slid my dick up into Sally’s ass with no warning. Her head flew back and she screamed silently, her body heaving as she kept cumming and her whole body started shaking violently. As soon as she slowed down to a trickle, I pulled out and tucked my dick back in my pants. Sally worked very hard to regain her composure and Jane went to wipe the cum from her neck and face.

“Leave it on there, see if Syd notices,” I said to her. Jane blushed deeply but giggled devilishly. Sally managed to take the bowl from her daughter and walked back over to the stove, her knees wobbling so bad I thought she’d collapse in the three steps it took to get there. We heard the shower turn off just as Sally started cracking eggs into the bowl.

As if nothing had just happened, Sally turned and said, “James, how many eggs would you like?” I laughed, answered, “3,” and we ate our breakfast, waiting for Syd to come in after he was showered and had found some clean clothes.