Your mom wonders what all the noise is

A click and a creak are all that precede your mother's sudden entrance. Still dressed in her suit, hair slightly disheveled and wearing an "I don't even want to open my eyes" expressing, it seems she'd fallen asleep shortly after leaving you to your sister's mercy. "For God's sake, girls, I just wanted a nap, is that so much to-" Your mother's tirade is cut short upon seeing you, stuffed with Meg's dick while wearing a wedding dress, atop your little sister's bed. Her mouth hangs slightly agape, lips moving as if to form words only to find that none will come. She glances from you, to the dress, and finally settles her gaze on Meg, apparently searching for some kind of answer.

Meg, defiant as ever, locks eyes with your mother and thrusts her hips upward, driving her cock as deep into your asshole as she can, earning an effete squeal from you. She grinds against your ass, her thick pole exploring your depths, squeezing into every nook and cranny you have. Precum drools from your own member, and it's obvious you won't last much longer.

The sight of your further violation seems to momentarily shock your mother out of her stupor, her face reddening as she finally seems to realize what she's stumbled upon. You expect her to come instantly to your aid, only to realize that her disapproving glare has shifted to you. "Doug! I know you're both at that age, and if the two of you want to roleplay, that's fine, but I just cleaned those sheets! Couldn't you at least have done it somewhere else?!"

"I...what?" Meg grins, and pulls you down with her, keeping you pinned to her lap. Her fat cock twitches inside you, pressing hard against your prostate, and you realize you're about to come. "Hnn! I, M-mom, please, I..." Your cock spasms, your body goes rigid, and Meg squeals as your asshole involuntarily squeezes the base of her dick. Thin ropes of jism streak through the air, landing on your mother's breasts and face, soaking into the fabric and even managing to land in her open mouth.

Meg leans forward, pressing her budding breasts against your back, and whispers "Nice distance, bitch" into you ear. You cast your gaze downward, unable to maintain eye contact with your mother any longer, only to notice a growing bulge underneath her skirt...