Start with breakfast

You reach past your mom to pick up a crisp piece of bacon. You take a bite, then hold it up to her lips for her to taste. She locks her eyes on yours and takes the end of the offered bacon between her lips in a way that can only be described as sensuous. You’re surprised by that and freeze, holding the bacon out for her. She keeps taking little licks and nibbles at the bacon turning her head one way then the other. Cute little high-pitched moans emanate from the back of her throat.

Fuck! Your mom is putting on a show of fellating the bacon worthy of a porn star. Your cock stiffens and swells. When she feels it pressing against her ass cheek, she gives you a sly smile and gyrates her hips to grind her ass against your hard-on. She bends her head down, taking the remaining bacon into her mouth along with the tips of your finger and thumb. She suckles on them gently.

You continue breakfast like that, alternately taking a bite for yourself and then feeding your mother from your fingers. She writhes on your lap and presses her big, soft breasts against your chest through the meal. Your mother is licking syrup from your finger when you hear Abbie’s voice from the hallway, “Damn, I wish I had time to stay for breakfast.”

Your mom blushes at that. You give her a little squeeze with your arm around her waist, to reassure her. “Abs, I talked to Mom, and she agreed that since we're all consenting adults with strong mutual attractions, we’re going to defy society of our own free will. We’re going to express our love for each other without limits, um, physically. Isn’t that right, Mom?”

Your mother nods, “As long as that’s what you want, Honey.” She snuggles into you and bends her head down to kiss your neck. “Anything you want,” she adds huskily in your ear.

Abbie smiles and steps closer to you. You slip your other arm around her. “So you’re into it, Mom?” she asks. “Of your own free will, no external influences on you?” Your sister gives you a brief glance. She doesn’t look like she’s accusing you or disagreeing, she's just confirming that you didn’t mention the magic to your mom, and don’t want her to, either. You give just a slight nod in return.

“Oh Sweetheart, do you think it would take any pressure to make me love this perfect young man?” your mother purrs, as her hand rubs over your chest.

Abbie presses against you from the other side and puts her arms around you. “I can’t argue with that, Mom. At all,” she says and laughs. “Looks like you’ve got both of us wrapped around your finger, Stretch. Or maybe some other appendage of your choice."

Your mother watches Abbie pressing against you. She takes in a breath and then asks shyly, “David, were you thinking, or hoping, that Abbie and I would, well, be physical with each other? Is that something you’d like?”