Enjoying your "personal space"

It’s a little unnerving how your mother and Tiffany’s eyes suddenly glaze over. How they blink unseeingly, their eyes staring past you even though now they’re completely conscious.

Tiffany frowns and faces your mother. “Hey Mom, why’d you set up a third plate, anyway? John’s not even here.”

Your mother gives the plate a puzzled expression for a moment before glancing at Tiffany.

“You said you were going to go pick him up from Thompsons’. Where is he?” she asks, her eyes narrowed angrily.

“Uh, I don’t know?” Tiffany raises her eyebrows. “I could have sworn I went to go pick him up. Maybe he went up to his room?”

Mom suddenly stands up from her seat, her huge breasts wobbling with the movement.

“John!” she calls out loudly. “Come down, breakfast is getting cold!”

You stare at her, aghast. Didn’t you tell them to do what they were doing before? Why are they freaking out about you not being there? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Time to give this trigger a real test. You can always iron out flaws later on.

You get up from your seat and approach your mother. She ignores you as you move behind her. You stare at her big shapely ass, barely constrained by the tight pants she’s wearing.

“Well, here goes nothing.” You grab your mother’s fat bubble butt with both hands, squeezing her pliant asscheeks.

“John!” she nearly shouts, completely oblivious to you. Tiffany rolls her eyes.

“Jesus, Mom. If he’s not coming down, he’s probably not hungry. Give him his space.” She crosses her arms disapprovingly.

Mom’s lips part slightly. She lets out a quiet sigh. “You know what, you’re right.”

Still squeezing your mother’s ass, you give it a quick slap. She doesn’t react, so you decide to move your hand to the side slightly and shove your fingers into her asscrack, effectively giving her a wedgie. Still, she gives no sign she notices what you’re doing. You laugh maniacally. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!

“I am?” Tiffany’s eyes widen. She places her hands on the table. The positioning of her arms squeezes her large breasts together.

Mom nods as you slip your hands down her pants to grab her buttcheeks.

“John’s entitled to his privacy, even if I might not like that,” your mother says obliviously. Suddenly she moves towards the table, and you’re **** to take your hands out of her pants before she sits down again.

“Huh. Never thought you’d say anything like that,” Tiffany mutters, then downs a large swig of her orange juice.

“Then you haven’t been paying attention,” your mother replies irritably. “I may be strict with him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to be happy.”

You smile as you hear your mother’s words. You move up behind her and plant a kiss on the top of her head, wanting to express your affection even though you know she can’t appreciate it now. You take a moment to appreciate the softness of her auburn hair as you inhale her scent. She smells like lavender.

“I know,” Tiffany says, a small smile on her lips. “I feel like we haven’t been as nice to him as we should, you know? I mean, I almost never tell him I love him. That’s bad, isn’t it?”

Your mother nods as you rest your chin on the top of her head, your hands moving in front of her to slowly massage her breasts.

“Maybe. I feel the same way. It’s like, I don’t know, we got caught up in life and in the process, we left him behind.” Her voice is soft, her tone somber. She sets her jaw. “That’s why I’m going to make it a point to tell him I love him more often, to make sure he knows. You should do it, too. You’re his sister. If you expressed your affection for him more often, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

Tiffany smiles slightly. “I hope so. We still joke around a lot, but we don’t spend that much time together anymore.”

Your mother hums. “You two should go out together.”

“Yeah?” Tiffany brightens slightly.

Your mother straightens herself in her seat.

“Of course! You guys should definitely make plans to go somewhere and hang out, like the movies. You can take my car and I’ll watch Ronnie for as long as you need.”

“Really?” Tiffany asks, leaning forward slightly, drawing your eyes to the valley of her breasts. You detach from your mother’s warmth and walk over to Tiffany, settling behind her. You crouch down slightly and rest your chin on your sister’s shoulder, allowing you to peer down into her amazing cleavage.

Your mother smiles. “I mean it.”

“Great. Now, if only he would actually get out of his room,” Tiffany grumbles.

The two of them share a laugh and start eating again, lapsing into small talk about the weather and the approaching holidays.

You give your sister a long kiss on the neck. God, you could stay like this forever, but there’s so much more you want to do with both of them as well as your other women.

Eventually, your throbbing erection is too solid to be ignored. Panting, you unzip your fly and drag your cock out. You stand up straight as you look at your mother and sister, wondering what you should do. You commanded them not to notice any action you take, but would they react if you suddenly urged one of them out of her seat, pulled her pants down, and fucked her over the table? Surely Tiffany would notice if you suddenly stuffed your cock in her mouth, right?

“So, what’d you get John for Christmas?” Tiffany asks. You nudge the side of her face with your cock. She doesn’t even blink.

Your mother grins.

“That’s a surprise,” she mutters. “What’d you get him?”

Your sister hesitates. You briefly press your cockhead against her lips. She sucks in a breath, her lips forming a seal around the tip of your penis. She coughs abruptly, and you pull your cock back. Saliva dribbles down her lips.

“Oh god.” She coughs again.

Your mother frowns. “Are you alright?”

Tiffany blinks, her face flushed. “Um, yeah. For a second it felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“You must have swallowed something down the wrong pipe,” your mother reasons.

“Maybe,” Tiffany allows, and you know she’s wondering why she choked. She hadn’t actually been eating or drinking anything when you’d blocked her mouth with your cockhead. In hindsight, it was a stupid thing to do. Next time, you’ll make it so she automatically starts breathing through her nose when decide to fuck her face while she’s like this. Or maybe make it so Mom and Tiffany can still hear your commands and obey them, but do so without being aware of them or your presence.

So, blowjobs are out of the question for now. But what about fucking?

You grip Tiffany’s chair and pull it backwards. Her big boobs jiggle as the chair groans against the floor.

She lets out a bemused hum. “Huh. I don’t remember being this far from the table.”

Your mother frowns, azure eyes gleaming curiously. “Me neither. Why don’t you scoot in?”

Tiffany moves her legs against the floor trying to do so, but you hold the chair in place.

“I can’t.”

“Is it stuck?” your mother asks, leaning across the table. Her breasts dangle beneath her tantalizingly.

“I don’t know,” Tiffany says. You hook your hands underneath her armpits and lift her to her feet. “What the hell?”

“What’s wrong now?” Mom says.

“I didn't mean to stand up just now,” Tiffany says. “Fuck, this is so weird.”

“Language,” your mother admonishes, raising a strict eyebrow.

“No, I’m serious. Something’s seriously wrong.”

Before Tiffany can sit back down, you push her towards the table and sit down in her seat. Then you pull her towards you by the waistband of her pants, then pull them downward, exposing her big pale bubble butt. You grin wickedly when you realize she hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear.

“Oof,” she grunts as falls into your lap. You feel a bit of pain at her weight, but the sensation of her voluptuous body being pressed against yours makes it worth it. Your hard cock is sandwiched nicely between her asscheeks. You use your legs to scoot the chair back into place so the upper part of Tiffany’s thighs brush against the underside of the table.

Your mother stares at Tiffany.

“Feel better now?” she asks.

Your sister shifts atop you. You wonder why she noticed you pulling her chair back, but not you dragging her pants down or making her sit on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m actually more comfortable than I was earlier,” Tiffany murmurs, shifting again. Your cock brushes up against her hot pussy. “That was still pretty weird, though.”

Fuck. You’d always imagined Tiffany being aware of your first time together, but you’re far past the point of being able to stop yourself now.

You reach between Tiffany’s legs and grab a hold of your cock. You lift her ass slightly before maneuvering your cockhead to press against her pussy lips. Tiffany lowers herself on her own, unknowingly shoving your cock fully into her pussy.

“Oh!” Tiffany gasps atop you. Her tight, warm pussy clenches and spasms around you. Stars dance across your vision as you experience your sister’s achingly tight cunt for the first time. “Oh my fucking god!”

“What’s wrong now?” your mother rolls her eyes impatiently. “Also, language.”

“Uh… uhh…” Tiffany draws a shuddering breath. She lifts herself slowly, gasping as part of her length leaves her pussy. Then she surprises you by lowering herself again. “Ah, so big! Whattheshit…”

She abruptly looks downward and then over her shoulder, emerald eyes searching, unseeingly. So, she can’t see you, but she can feel your cock in her pussy? How does that work? Why can she even feel you? Her pussy clamps down on your cock again, drawing you against her cervix. Oh god, it’s so hard to think. Her vaginal walls are gripping you like a vice! Holy fucking shit!

“Tiffany.”

“Hm?” your sister mumbles as she starts rocking against you, slowly fucking herself up and down your cock.

“What the hell is going on with you?” your mother asks. “Are you sick or something?”

“Oh… ohhh… um, no, it’s nothing…” She bites her lip, her knuckles pale white as she grips the table. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Uh-huh.” Your mother frowns skeptically. “Having a baby, especially as young as you are, can be pretty stressful. I heard Mrs. Thompson is a pretty good therapist. She might be able to help you if you need it.”

“Ugh…” Your sister lowers her hands to grip the chair and lifts herself up, exposing your throbbing erection to the relatively cool air. Then she lowers herself again slowly, easing your length back inside her, where it belongs. She shivers atop you, unconsciously sagging against you. “M-Mom, I don’t need to see a therapist…”

You kiss her neck, wishing for a moment that you were alone so she could fully reciprocate. But seeing Mom sitting across the table, a befuddled and concerned look on her face as you fuck your own sister in front of her is hotter than anything you could have imagined in your wildest dreams.

“I still think it’d be a good idea for you to have a talk with her. Relax, she’s pretty friendly. I have her number if you ever feel like having a chat with her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” your mother says.

Your sister whines, shuddering atop you as she orgasms. Her pussy spasms wetly around your length and before you realize it, you’re emptying your balls inside her, spurt after hot spurt of your cum spewing into her fertile pussy. Is she using birth control? You don’t know. A part of you hopes she isn’t, loving the idea of doing something so depraved and dangerous with her.

Tiffany, panting, exhausted, and covered with sweat, collapses against the table.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s so good…”

Her position makes it easy for you to lift her up. She whimpers again as your softening cock leaves her used pussy. Thick white cum dribbles from her vagina.

Shit. The moment Tiffany realizes her pussy’s stuffed with cum, she’s going to have an aneurysm trying to figure out where it came from. Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck are you going to do?

Relax, you tell yourself. You’ve gotten a trigger into Tiffany’s head. Maybe there’s a way to make her rationalize it away, somehow.

You roughly pull up her pants, and already you can see a wet spot between her legs as your combined juices dampen her pants.

Scooting out from beneath her, you allow her to collapse back in her chair. Her stark red hair is wet and matted. She’s still panting, but her lips are curved up into a dreamy smile.

A surge of pride grips you. This is your sister. Your annoying older sister who’d teased you all your life. And you’d made her orgasm in front of your mom.

“Tiffany, I’m about one second away from calling an ambulance.” Your mother breaks the spell that had come over you and Tiffany. She’s holding her cellphone in her hands, a worried look flickering across her face. Awareness suddenly resurges into Tiffany’s eyes. She sits back up in her chair and swallows.

“N-no, don’t do that, Mom! I was just… whatever came over me, it’s over now, okay? Just relax,” she says. She reaches out to grab her cup before downing another large swig of her orange juice. “See? I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Your mother stares at Tiffany, her eyes wide and confused. You sigh. Stupid. You’d gotten a measure of power over both of them and immediately let it get to your head, throwing all caution to the wind.

It’s about time you set things straight.

Putting your cock away and rezipping your fly, you sit back down in your seat.

“Okay, I’m back now,” you say.

Suddenly, both women look at you, and it’s like their earlier concerns are forgotten. They smile at you in a way that causes your heart to do somersaults in your chest. God, living with two of the most beautiful and curvy women you’d ever seen basically ruined any chance of you being at least somewhat normal. Fuck it, you decide. Normalcy is overrated.

“Hey, look who finally decided to join us!” Tiffany says, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, slightly husky from lust. She leans towards you and puts an arm beneath her breasts, pushing them upward. Your eyes flick downward and she smirks deviously.

“Your breakfast is probably cold,” your mother grouses. She grabs your plate. “Let me heat it up again in the microwave.”

She stands up from the table, an exaggerated sway to her hips as she walks towards the microwave, which is embedded between the cabinets near the stove. You can’t help but stare at her amazing ass, wondering what it’d be like to finally fuck her doggystyle or perhaps take her up the ass like you had with Sharon.

Mom glances at you over her shoulder, sapphire eyes glimmering with amusement for but a moment before she places your breakfast in the microwave and pushes a button. It whirs to life immediately.

Just then, you feel something touch your knee. You look over at your sister.

“Hey,” Tiffany whispers. “After this, you wanna come upstairs with me?”

She gives her chest a shake, causing her breasts to jiggle.

You smirk at her.

“I’d love that.”

Just then, your phone rings.

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