Yes

Instead of immediately fucking him, she pulled Avery into a deep, claiming kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, slow and thorough, until he was breathless. When she pulled back she kept her lips close and let a thick strand of saliva drip from her tongue into his open mouth. Avery swallowed without being told.

“Good boy,” she murmured. “You’re going to worship us first. Properly. We start slow.”

She made him begin with her feet. Avery knelt on the floor and kissed the sole of one foot, then the other, licking slowly while Martha watched. Only when she was satisfied did she allow him to move higher—calves, then the soft skin of her inner thighs. Laura and Sophia watched, stroking themselves, occasionally giving quiet orders.

“Bite his nipple,” Martha told Laura.

Laura leaned over and closed her teeth around one of Avery’s pink nipples, just hard enough to make him gasp. She flicked her tongue over it, then bit again while Sophia did the same to the other side. Avery’s back arched, a soft whimper escaping him, but he never pulled away. Spit ran down his chin as Martha fed him more of her saliva between kisses.

They tested him further, step by step.

First it was only tongue and fingers. Then Martha pushed his face between her cheeks and made him lick her hole for a long time while Laura and Sophia took turns spitting into his open mouth and making him swallow. When they finally let him suck their cocks it was slow and controlled—Martha holding his hair, making him take every inch until his throat bulged, then pulling him off to share a deep, spit-slick kiss with Laura or Sophia right in front of him.

Only after he had thoroughly worshipped all three of them—feet, asses, cocks, breasts, nipples—did Martha speak the words that changed the tone of the night.

“This little slut likes being pissed on,” she said calmly, looking at her sister and Sophia. “And he likes it inside him too.”

Laura and Sophia both froze for a second, clearly stunned. No boy they had ever been with had allowed anything close to that, not that they had slept with many. Then the shock melted into raw heat. Their cocks twitched visibly.

“You’re serious?” Laura asked, voice rough.

Martha nodded, still stroking Avery’s hair. “He didn’t stop the women at the party. He won’t stop us either. Will you, baby?”

Avery’s face burned. He shook his head once, soft and almost shy. “No, Mom…”

That was enough.

They took him harder after that.

Martha bent him over the edge of the bed and spanked his ass until both cheeks glowed red, calling him a filthy little family whore between each sharp slap. Laura shoved her cock into his mouth at the same time, fucking his throat while Sophia slapped his soft cock over and over—stinging, deliberate blows against the head and shaft—until Avery came with a muffled cry, spilling onto the sheets from the cock-slapping alone.

They double-penetrated him next.

Laura lay on her back. Avery was lowered onto her thick cock. Once he was fully seated, Martha pressed the head of her own cock against the same stretched hole and slowly forced her way in beside her sister. Avery’s cry was high and broken. Tears spilled down his cheeks, but he pushed back onto both of them, taking the brutal stretch. Sophia climbed up and fed her cock into his open, spit-slick mouth so that he was filled from both ends.

They fucked him like that for a long time—two cocks stretching his hole to its limit, one using his throat—while dirty praise and insults poured over him.

“Look at you taking two cocks in that greedy hole like a proper little slut.”

“You were made for this.”

“Mommy’s toilet. Auntie’s whore.”

When they finally came, they pulled out and painted his face together—thick ropes of cum across his cheeks, lips, and tongue—before Martha pushed him onto his back again, spread his legs, and pissed directly into his open, cum-filled hole. The hot stream forced its way deep inside him. Avery moaned through it, body trembling. Laura and Sophia watched, then took their turns, each of them pissing into him as well until the overflow ran out around their fingers and soaked the sheets.

The shower afterward was long and filthy.

They pushed Avery to his knees on the wet tile and took turns pissing across his face, into his mouth, and over his chest while the warm water ran. He drank what he could, eyes closed, cheeks scarlet. Only when they were finished marking him did they pull him under the spray and wash him slowly—hands everywhere, fingers in his hole, soft bites to his nipples, deep spit-sharing kisses under the water.

When they finally left the bathroom they fell into Martha’s bed naked, Avery in the middle, Martha’s cock still half-hard against his ass, Laura and Sophia pressed close on either side. Sleep took them quickly.