Try to ease Mom into the idea of a threesome with you and Abbie

You hear Abbie head into the bathroom and the shower starts running. She’s getting ready for her final exam. You pull on your jeans and a tee shirt and head downstairs.

You can hear your mother puttering in the kitchen. It’s still hours until lunchtime; she’s just keeping herself busy and out of your way while you’re with Abbie. When she sees you, she breaks into a wide, happy smile. “Hi, Honey. Did you have a good time with your sister?” She comes over to you and hugs you tightly.

You can’t help but laugh. “Mom, it’s kind of blowing my mind how well you’re taking this. You know, Abbie and I…” you don’t finish your thought. It still seems strange to you — talking openly to your mom about fucking your sister.

“Why wouldn’t I? If Abbie makes you happy, that’s wonderful,” Mom says as she gives you an extra squeeze. “I just hope when you’re done satisfying your depraved lust for your sister, you’ll have some time and attention for your poor old mother,” she adds with a tone of mock despair, but she smiles up at you.

You grin back at her, “I always have plenty of time for a woman as sexy and loving as you, Mom. And you are far from old,” you tell her. Your hand slides down her back to grip and squeeze her soft, round ass cheek through her thin robe. “I’m not going to play favorites. I don’t think I could choose between you and Abbie if I had to.” You bend your head down and place a long, wet kiss on the side of her neck, then whisper in her ear, “It’s going to take both of you to satisfy my depraved lust.” You chuckle.

Your mother grabs your ass with both her hands and pulls you harder against her. She grinds against your crotch. “Ohhhh… tell me more about what you lust for,” she says in a sultry voice. “I want to know everything you want so I can give it to you.”

You slide your fingers into your mom’s silky dark hair, grip it tightly, and pull her into a kiss. You press your tongue between her lips and slide it over and around her tongue. She suckles on it and moans. The rocking of her hips grows harder, more intense.

When you pull back from the kiss, you can see your mother’s face is flushed red with excitement. You caress her cheek with your fingers and she leans into the touch, looking lovingly at you.

You want to broach the subject of a threesome in a delicate way. You know the spell would just let you tell her to do it, and she would, but you don’t know how it would affect her. “I know you want me to be happy, and you’d do anything for me, Mom. You’re the best,” you reassure her and stroke her hair. “But adding Abbie into things… does that complicate it for you? Make you ****?”

Your Mom grins at you. “Dave, are you trying to ask if I’m up for a threesome with you and your sister? Does the idea of having a mother and daughter at the same turn you on, naughty boy?” she asks, then giggles. “Considering the things I’ve been fantasizing about doing with my son and the things I’ve already done with other women, it would be kind of silly and hypocritical to say I wouldn’t touch Abbie if you wanted me to. It might be a little strange at first, but considering how much I enjoy what I’ve already done with you, I imagine I’ll have a lot of fun. She’s a very sexy girl.”

You had expected your mother to be willing to go through with anything to please you because of the spell, but you thought the woman you always saw as reserved and proper would be more **** about doing anything with her daughter. Even more surprising, she said she’s already done things with other women. “Other women? Mom, are you bi?” you ask, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice.

She laughs and kisses your chest. “I did have a life before I was a single mother of two, you know. My days of wild sex were short, but they were torrid. I never put a label on myself or anything. I’m flexible.”

“Wow,” you breathe out. You look at her, puzzled. “If that’s the case, why did you seem **** to get naked before?” you ask her.

Your mom blushes at that. “I’m sorry. I should have just done it. I know you wanted it,” she sighs. “It’s just, I know how young and beautiful Abbie’s body is, and yours too. I was feeling a little insecure about you seeing us together. Comparing us. I didn’t think I could compete.”

You smile at your mother, and cup her face in both hands, to kiss her lips softly. “It isn’t a competition. You’re both the most beautiful women I know.” Your hands slide down to open her robe, slide it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. She’s naked under it. “And you have an amazing body, Mom,” you assure her.

You cup one of her full breasts in your hand, feeling its weight and its warmth against your palm as your fingers squeeze gently. You bend down and whisper huskily in her ear, “Besides, you’ve got bigger tits than Abbie.”

You both laugh at that. Your mom slaps your arm playfully. “David, I thought I raised you better than that, a woman’s worth is more than just the size of her tits,” she pretends to chide you. “You have to take into account how pert they are, and our asses and pussies, too.” She snickers.

“Well, all your parts are grade-A as far as I’m concerned,” you say, as you squeeze her tit a little harder. She moans low, and you press your mouth to hers, while it is open in the moan. As you kiss, you back her up to the kitchen table and hike her up to sit on the edge.

Your mother’s hands grab your tee shirt and pull it up over your head, then they glide up and down your chest and belly. Your fingers pinch her nipples lightly and tug on them. They stiffen in your grip, and you roll them back and forth between your fingers and thumbs. Her moans grow louder and raspier. She rushes to unbuckle your belt and open your jeans, as you drop your head and suck her nipple into your mouth.

Then you hear Abbie’s voice, “Don’t mind me. Just heading out. Pretend I’m not here.” You turn your head to see her in the hall, passing the kitchen door with her hand up next to her eye to cover her view of you and Mom.

“Don’t be silly,” your mother tells her. “Come here and give Dave a proper goodbye kiss. You know you both want it.”

Abbie almost skips over to you. “I guess Mom isn’t as shy as we thought,” she laughs. She puts her arms around you and kisses you hard and deep, thrusting her tongue into your mouth, then sucking yours into her mouth. “I really would love this not to be a goodbye kiss, and stay instead. This is a very tempting sight,” she says with a sly grin, as her hand slides up your bare back. “But I have to take my last final and graduate.” She gives you another, quicker kiss. “Take good care of Stretch, Mom,” she says cheekily, as she pulls away from you.

Your mother grabs Abbie’s arm. “Don’t forget my kiss, sweetheart,” she says, pulling Abbie in and kissing her on the mouth. Abbie looks surprised at how forceful and aggressive Mom’s kiss is at first, but then she melts into it. She closes her eyes and leans into her mother’s naked body.

When Mom finally lets Abbie go, they both look at you and see what must be a very hungry expression on your face. Your mother grins triumphantly at having put that look on your face. Abbie pouts, “Oh gahhhhd, I really wanna stay now.”

You give her a swat on her ass. She jumps and squeaks. Her face turns red. “Go take your test,” you tell her. “We’ll both be here when you get back.”

She nods, but her pout gets deeper. “Not fair,” she grumbles as she heads for the door.