The Summers Women Part II

"Dawn," continued Xander, "if you know I'm fucking your mom in her bedroom, you'll sit outside her door and rub your pussy while you listen."

"Buffy," said Xander, "you know Dawn has a huge crush on me, and think it's cute, and if you find out we are having sex, you'll be OK with it as you'd rather her be my fuck toy than some random guy's."

"Joyce, if you find out I'm fucking Dawn, you'll be jealous, but do nothing to stop it, as you know you obey me, not the other way around."

Tara snickered. She gave the women a trigger to put them back into this trance and woke them.

"OK, this is why I called you all here," said Joyce. She turned to her daughters, "Buffy, Dawn, I'm having sex with Tara and Xander."

Buffy rolled her eyes, and Dawn looked at Xander and pouted, but when he looked at her, she blushed and looked down.

"Is this true?" asked Buffy.

"Yes," said Tara, "your mom came on to us the other night and asked to have a three-way with us, so we obliged."

"She loves being our fuck toy," added Xander.

"Well, I'm glad if she's going through some mid-life crisis where she has to act like a sex-starved wench, it's with you two, and not some random people she finds in a bar."

"That's the spirit," said Tara. "Joyce, go up to your room and wait for us."

"Yes, Tara." Joyce got up and walked upstaris.

Buffy rolled her eyes again and shook her head. Afte Joyce was out of earshot, Buffy sighed. "Can't believe she's acting like a tramp, but like I said, if she's going to act like a slut, at least it's with friends no matter how pathetic this mid-life crisis is."

"You OK with this, Dawn?" asked Xander.

Dawn wanted to tell Xander how she felt, but not in front of Buffy and Tara. "I guess. You're all....we're all adults."

"Perfect. We're going to fuck you mom again."

Xander and Tara got up, Buffy shook her head and rolled her eyes for a third time and decided to go meet with Giles instead of being home while her mom was fucked by her friends. Dawn just sat in the living room until Buffy left then crept upstairs and sat outside her mother's bedroom door with her hand down her jeans.