Tasty Intermission

The evening had turned the sky and its reflection in the ocean into a painter’s palette of shaded blues and bright oranges when you noticed Amore and Aurora walking down the street. You were not the only one either as the other townsfolk, who had been slowly emerging from their homes throughout the day, enjoying their walk along the beachfront kept stealing furtive glances at the tittering teenagers, especially to the burly and lengthy shafts hanging from their crotch. The futahoods swung back-and-forth with each step, in time with the several shopping bags they carried between.

After taking a few seconds to place down a ‘Help Wanted’ sign in one of the front windows, you ensured that you were placed directly in their path just in time to catch them entering through the chiming front door. Without skipping a beat and only a shared glance, both of them split off. Each of your two children took to one side in an attempt to distract and overwhelm you. Unfortunately, you had an equal number of hands. You seized them both by their cocks, stopping your daughters in their tracks.

“Ara? And where are you missies going” Despite not holding them in a strong grip, they, Amore especially, seemed to cringe and groan as if you were instead wrenching a sore arm. You smiled, realizing that was exactly what you were doing. But it faded as you, with more motherly gentleness this time, slowly coaxed them into a state of semi-erectness and brought them up to your lips for a chaste kiss. They must’ve fucked their friends very hard if they were this tired.

But you also intended to be serious about this new tradition and waited for them to dutifully greet chinpo through the lace cocksock she wore after you had exchanged your uniform for more casual clothes before unleashing them on the table of sweets behind you. A quick “Hi mom! Looking good, mom!” resounded from both of them, followed by the sounds of dumped bags and the clattering of porcelain and cutlery.

“The whipped cream in this sponge cake is amazing!” Amore’s moaning commentary and how she reflexively steadied herself when her knees buckled from the pleasure brought a blush to your cheek. “Kind of tastes familiar though,” she loudly smacked her lips together then licked the residues off her with her tongue. Her expression was thoughtful and unbelievably cute.

“Fufu. It should, you were drinking so greedily from me this morning. Here,” you added a tablespoon of strawberry curd that you had made from the leftovers from the chocolate cake, “you should try it with this. No points for guessing the secret ingredient, however.” A few seconds passed, then seeming to come to a decision, your eldest futa daughter dug in with another shudder passing her lips moments after. It warmed your heart to see cleaning the plate with such vigor. “Glad you liked it. Next time, I’d like to try it with your and Aurora’s cum.” You clapped your hands together and giggled, having had the most wonderful idea. “Maybe we can compete to see which one the customer’s likes best!”

You told them both to load up their plates with anything else that seemed tasty before you went upstairs together. As you settled down, limbs, bodies, and cocks, all entangled together to watch the evening news and listening to the catgirl news anchor flawlessly incorporating ‘nyan’s into her delivery, Amore stirred and began to paw then crawl into your virgin-killer sweater. She made a bee-line for your breasts, noisily licking and sucking on your areola until your nipple burst out with a wet pop. You cradled the teen's head through the fabric as she bit down lightly as she brought the erect bulge into her mouth. Stiffling a moan, you pulled Aurora closer in an intimate embrace, lovingly leaning your head against hers as she nuzzled closer.

Amore did her best to chime in between the mouthfuls of milk as you asked them about their day, and then shared what had happened with yours.