I can do anything I want, and I'm just sitting here?

Spurred, maybe by an out-of-the-blue aversion to quiet loitering, maybe by my dick, I look to my mother and sister going for the door. The latter is tapping her toe impatiently against the tile.

"Mom, Jessica, come back here and thrust your vaginas at me." I wave them over. Jessica, while not looking pleased, dramatically drops her shoulders and obliges; mother as well.

As they situate themselves in front of my seated self, hips comically but not too ridiculously shifted forward, I look them up and down. Then, with blatant candor, I lift my mom's professional business skirt (if a little... racier than usual) up and poke at her pantie-clad pussy lips.

"Honey," my mother attempted to ease into my ministrations as I slapped her inner thighs exploratively, "if you're done, we really have to get going. Time is money."

"Bend over." I look to Jessica, inclusively. "Show me your rumps."

Despite her previous comment, my mom turns and does just that. Jessica follows suit, her naked bottom right in my face. I grab their asses, one hand on a different lady's cheek, and rub and squeeze.

Then, I stick a finger up Jessica's slit. It doesn't take long to elicit a reaction. Think a blink of an eye.

"Ooh! Hoo-hoo. Hoo." The girl hisses a little.

"What's up?"

Jessica looks back at me with a partially amused expression. "You just stuck your finger up my you know what! That's what's 'up'!"

"I know," I shrug, grinning a small grin.

Mother dearest scolds me without even a look. "Stop bothering your sister, John."

"Sorry, Mom," I draw my hand away from her plump butt, and with three fingers, shove it up her own pussy after willing a perfectly placed hole in her panties right where I could access it, which she accepts from her son without resistance. With a thought, I add a little moisture to the terrain. Like a dam, her honey pot begins to fill up and soften with spontaneously produced juices.

Her head flinches upward at the sensation, and she swivels her head back to face me. "Now now, honey, don't get too rough with me. I'm your mother."

Knuckle-deep, I start to twist and chuck my fingers in and out and around her crotch-area like it was batter in a bowl, while I did the same with Jessica via my other hand.

"Don't worry, I know," I assure her, "I'm your son."

Didn't stop anything from happening, earlier, but I digress.