“Can you help me out here?”

You try to not so subtly indicate what you want help with by wiggling your eyebrows. Jen blinks, her cheeks flushing, but her smile stays.

“Help you out with what?” she asks incoccently. She turns in her chair to face you, leaning an elbow onto the table and resting her head on her hand. You recognize the challenging glint in your twin’s eye. You want to keep it obviously vague.

“Oh well, my breakfast is getting cold,” you explain. “And I need both of my hands to eat.”

Her eyes stay on your face, the movement of you wanking it dangling at her periphery.

“Oh you need both of your hands do you?” she asks, cloying. “And I suppose… you want a … helping hand?”

“Seems like the sisterly thing to do,” you say, and saying that word tingles your spine and Jen’s mouth opens in surprise for just a brief moment. She collects herself and leans towards you.

“Eat your breakfast then,” she says, then reaches down. Her fingers brush yours and you let go so that your sister can wrap hers around your cock. The hand off from your touch to hers makes you groan and Jen bites her lip. Her eyes flick up to check your expression, which is ecstatically grinning, and she shakes her head a little. “Dummy,” she teases. She strokes your cock, her eyes fixated on your heated, throbbing meat.

You manage to pick up your knife and fork somehow and attempt to make a start on breakfast. “You’re so hard,” Jen notes, squeezing your dick and you bite down on the fork. “How long have you been jerking it, Jon?”

To be honest you weren’t keeping track. You had offered to help your mother make breakfast but she insisted that you just ‘sit there and keep yourself hard for mommy’. So you did just that. You shrug at your sister, trying to maintain a straight face while chewing. The girl’s technique is amazing, gliding over your length like she knew exactly how to make you feel good with her sogt hand. Realising now that you hadn’t really been paying much attention to what kind of Big Barn work Jen had been getting into, you’re now reaping the rewards of her own labours. And despite this not being the first time you’ve done this kind of sibling bonding, the taboo of it still makes you throb at the root of your manhood. Perhaps it’s also the setting.

Your mother continues to shift around the kitchen, and you and your sister occasionally glance at her ass jiggling by before returning to your respective tasks. At one point Jen’s jerking of your stiff rod slows down as she picks up her glass of milk with her spare hand. She takes a long swig, continuing to pleasure you the entire time. She takes a sighs after swallowing.

“Jon,” you hear your mom call and it takes you a moment to swim out of the building sensations to pay attention to her. The woman is standing next to you with a half eaten piece of toast in hand, buttered. “Make sure you let me know when you’re almost finished,” she says, taking a crunching bite. Again you need a second for that to register. You look down at your barely eaten breakfast and wonder why she needs to know about when you’re almost finished… but then it dawns on you that she obviously means something else. You feel your sister’s hand clench a little tighter and it makes you focus on Jen’s face. The expression she gives you is quizzical. She doesn’t get exactly why your mom is now just standing there, expectantly watching her daughter jerk off her son. There’s no time to explain. Sitting between these two gorgeous women you feel that anticipated end arriving quick.

You stuff more scrambled egg into your mouth in a hurry, your heartbeat increasing. You almost choke, forcing that bolus down your throat so that you can make your announcement.

“I’m gonna cum!” you tell them, dropping your utensils with a clatter. You grab onto Jen’s wrist to stop her and she reacts by letting go of your shaft like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Jon?” Jen says, shocked as you scoot your chair back a little. Your mother moves between table and chair, lifting her apron as she lifts a leg over you. “Mom??” your sister stares wide eyed as your mother mounts you. Jen feels your grip, still locked around her wrist, tighten and your head rolls back.

You feel the weight of the woman who birthed you in your lap, and how her vaginal walls collapse around your cock as she buries you inside her.

“That’s it baby… give it to momma,” she moans once you’re completely planted, then she rocks back and forth, wanting to ensure you finish properly but her extra effort is entirely unnecessary. You start erupting inside her and groan. She feels the pressure of your first shot, the load no longer held back after such tight clenching moments before due to how expertly your sister had wanked you off. Now the girl could only watch in slack jawed awe and disbelief as her brother filled her mother with cum. You thrust up into the woman with each potent spurt as much as she bears down on you. You bury your face into her soft cleavage, her arms wrapping around your head as she grinds her cunt down on your pulsing cock. You’re lost in theh smell of her… still of hay, sweat and sex…. of the smokey breakfast butt…just the erotic, motherly pleasure of her for blissful seconds, but all the while you know you have your sister’s arm in tight grasp. You don’t feel her pulling away. You know she’s sitting there witnessing the entire thing and it just makes you cum harder.

“Fucking hell!” Jen swears when finally its over. Or at least your mother has stopped mashing her pelvis into yours on you and you’re leaning back on your chair again, trying to catch your breath. Your twin rubs her wrist now that it’s freed and you look over at her with heavy eyelids. Her face is red and her eyes are saucers. “Oh my god you came in mom!” she exclaims, but it’s not accusatory in any way. It’s just Jen needing to vocally confirm what she just saw you do. What she saw her own mother do. “That’s… that’s fuckin… hot… wow,” she breathes. She starts to absently squeeze her chest over her shirt, like her breasts are stress relievers.

“Mmmm… it is hot,” your mother confirms, her lips curling devilishly. “Your brother’s cum is nice and hot inside me.”

You grit your teeth as she gives you a few squeezes with finely honed muscles, and you’re sure she extracts an extra ounce of semen from you like that.

“So… what, is that a thing now?” Jen asks, gesturing to her brother and mother still locked together, cock in cunt. You’re not sure you want to explain what this thing is right now, mainly because you’re still buzzing and also reminded of your still mostly empty stomach.

“Sort of,” your mother says in your stead, still clear headed. “We’re working on a...project…”

At this Jen’s face get bright red. She stares at the two of you.

“Project??”

“No not like that,” replies your mother with a wave. “Jon is just… priming me.” None of this helps explain anything and so your sister looks to you for some help. You swallow and try to make it not sound ridiculous.

“Mom says… I can start making her milkable if I just… cum in her a few times,” you say. “A day.”

“At this rate it should only take a couple of days,” your mom smirks. The open face of your sister remains.

“Make mom… milkable?” she repeats, and that seems to slowly sink in but it doesn’t really change her state of utter confusion. “Like a cow?”