Well, whoever's home

The two of you bundled inside the house. Ava barely touched the ground, skipping along as if she were made of helium. Her cheeks were fighting to hide the smile that threatened to cover her face, and her eyes shone like beacons.

"Yo! Anyone home?" You called out into the house.

"In the kitchen sweetie!" Your mother called back.

Ava spun around to face you, her whole body shuddering.

"Look, I get it, it's your mum, but it would be so fucking hot you have no idea so could we-"

You held up a hand, halting her ramble. You had to chuckle to yourself. Such a role reversal.

"I've already done it."

"No fucking way…" Ava's voice was a whisper, "When?"

"Right after my first time," you reached your hand to her chin, pulling yourself a little closer, "with you."

Ava's eyes sparkled, and she pushed into you, her tongue finding purchase in your mouth. It wasn't the confident, controlled makeout session you had yesterday. There was wildness here. Her tongue seemed to be trying to fill your mouth, to get as much of her touching as much of you as possible.

She pulled away, and you both entered the kitchen. Your mum was busy preparing dinner. She had her apron on, a heavy duty monster of a garment that she'd had since you were born. Despite the stains, the burns, and the general wear, it was still intact. She often remarked that the apron would outlive her.

Underneath it were her jeans, but above it… was nothing. Your mum didn't have a bra on, let alone a shirt! Instead, those pumps you remembered from yesterday were affixed to her breasts, bulging out the apron as she busied herself with the carrots.

She turned, seeing you both come in.

"Oh hello Ava! What a lovely surprise!" She grinned, before turning to you, "you should've let me know she was going to live here now, I'd've started charging her rent."

She giggled at her own joke. You and Ava laughed along, but not quite as hard.

"I'm just putting lunch together, so why don't you two sit down?"

You both did as you were told, and Ava whipped out her phone.

"Did either of you want anything to eat? There's some leftovers in the fridge."

"It's okay mum I-" in all the excitement, you'd kind of forgotten your body. You hadn't even eaten breakfast! "You know what, that sounds great."

You felt a rumble in your pocket as your mum turned to Ava.

"And anything for you?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any greens would you?" Ava asked, her face a stop-sign red despite her dark skin.

You saw a new text from Ava on your phone.

--- A: So how does this work? Do you have to say magic words or something?

Your fingers set to work

--- D: No, I just have to show her my cock.

--- D: Just want to double check. You're sure you're okay with this?

"You have no idea how long it's been since someone asked me for greens!" Your mother remarked, giving you some exaggerated side-eye that you didn't catch, "let me see what's in the fridge."

Ava looked at her phone, then turned back to you. She tilted her head forward, glancing down at your crotch, which was tenting against the inside of your pants, and nodded. You took a deep breath, and stood up. You pulled down your sweats, walked around the counter, and stood. Waiting.

“Ah, look at that, broccoli! I knew there had to be something. Let me cook this up for you, I’ve got a seasoning that you will just-” she turned back around, and caught sight of you. Your cock bobbed, “Oh well hello there.”

“Hey,” you reply, “wanna go again?”

In response, your mum removed her apron, folding it onto the counter. Her giant tits were now unobstructed. You watched two beads of milk roll down, from her giant nipples down into the shadow of her underboob.

“I’d love that darling,” she said, flashing a gentle smile. She stepped closer to you, running her hand over your cheek.

“Holy fucking shit it’s real...”

You looked over. Ava. Watching you. Eyes on you. Eyes everywhere, flitting all over your family. Blush spread underneath her light freckles. Shaking shoulders. Shaking hands. Long nails itching to dive down. Itching to dig in.

Your mother pushed your cheek. Bringing you back to face her, as she kissed you. Your lips exchanged that heat, drawing out the lingering taste of Ava from your mouth. Mixing it with the taste of your mother.

You pressed your hands into her shoulders. She stumbled, but figured it out. Your mother leaned backwards, sprawling over the countertop. Her arms fell. One landed against her breasts, producing a squirt of milk. Another landed on the counter, inches away from your squirming girlfriend. Ava’s fingers rolled up to her mouth, and you watched her half-lidded eyes looking back at you. Her tongue darted out, slurping up the milk, drinking it down as easily as that kiss.

“Ava,” you said, your voice hoarse. Barely above a whisper as you stood over your mother, “could- No. I need you to go get my condoms. They’re in my bedroom. Top drawer.”

Ava's ass flew off the seat like a bullet out of a gun. You heard her stumble up the stairs, before she got out of earshot. Your mother reached out a hand, slipping it up your shirt and across your skinny chest.

"You really should keep a condom in your wallet sweetie," she said, her mom voice at odds with her milky tits and bedroom eyes.

"In fairness," you replied, your breath hitching a little as her fingers found a nerve, "I didn't have a girlfriend before yesterday."

When Ava returned, she found you two making out on the countertop. Tiptoeing closer, she moved around behind you. Hooking her fingers into your belt line, she pushed your pants down, freeing your cock so that it could rest against your mum's pelvis.

You intensified your kissing as you felt your dick bounce against your mother's jeans. Ava wasn't done. Peeling the condom open, she reached around your ass and under your crotch. Squatting down, her face inches from your tensed butt, she got her hand all the way to your dick. With her deft fingers, she slid the condom around your throbbing cock, pulling it tight. When she’s done, she shot back up. Ava walked around to the side of the counter, and leaned towards your ear.

"You're all set string bean," she whispers, "show me the power of your cock."

You reached down, kneading your mother’s breasts. The wam milk soaked between your fingers, filling the air with the scent of her. Your mum squeezed her arms together, pressing her boobs in as she reached for her jeans. You rubbed the nipples with your thumb, flicking milk all over her and the counter, causing her to groan. She unzipped her pants, and Ava was all too happy to pull them off.

“Now young lady I-” your mother said, but then her face bunched up into another moan, the words dying in her throat. She slid her panties down to her cushiony thighs, “Fuck me sweetie. Fuck me with that amazing cock.”

You didn’t so much thrust as drop.

Your cock slid into her, your chest pressed against her tits, and your neck was right around her mouth. She began to lavish you with her tongue, licking up your Adam’s apple and underneath your chin. Your cock sat inside of her. It soaked in the overflowing juices. You concentrated, trying not to cum straight away from the supple softness. Of her. Of the situation. Your cock twitched, and she twitched with it. Her body pressed against yours, your shirt drenched with milk already.

Ava’s hands… Ava’s hands found your back. Your arched spine. Her fingers ran up your shirt, playing around the nubs of bone. Gliding ever upwards until she reached your shoulders. Her palms pressed against your skin, and you could feel your own heat, radiating into them.

Her hands slid around, reaching under your shirt and across your chest. Her fingers splayed. Gripping your body. Sinking into what little fat you had. You pulled your cock back. Your hips, pressing into Ava's. Then back in. You went back and forth. Bouncing between the hips of these two beautiful women.

You laid into her. Thrusting deeper, and deeper, and deeper until…

"I'm going to cum," you rasp. Sweat dripped down your hair. You look down at your own mother, her eyes unfocused in pleasure, "wh- who should I choose?"

"Choose?" Your mother said, her eyes half focusing for just a moment.

Ava's hands squeezed your shoulders, a wave of tightness growing and then fading in your back.

"Choose her. Then tell me about it."

You release.