Yes

Martha closed the bedroom door behind them and locked it with a soft click.

The lamp on the nightstand cast a warm, low light across the large bed. Martha turned to face them, still in her robe, and let her eyes move slowly over Avery—flushed cheeks, short skirt, the obvious tent beneath the fabric.

“Take everything off,” she said quietly.

Avery obeyed without a word. Sweater, skirt, stockings, panties—all of it folded neatly on the chair the way she preferred. When he was naked she crooked a finger at him. He stepped closer. Martha cupped his face with both hands and kissed him, deep and unhurried, while Blair watched from the side of the bed, already pulling her own shirt over her head.

Martha pulled back just enough to speak against his mouth.

“On the bed. On your back.”

Avery climbed up and lay down. Martha shrugged off her robe. Her thick cock was already half-hard, heavy against her thigh. She climbed onto the mattress and straddled his chest, knees on either side of his ribs, then reached down and guided the head of her cock to his lips.

“Open.”

He did. She fed it to him slowly, inch by inch, until his nose pressed against her stomach and the thick shaft filled his throat. She held him there for a few long seconds, rolling her hips in small circles, before pulling back just enough to let him breathe. Then she pushed in again.

Blair crawled onto the bed beside them, naked now, her own cock already fully hard. She leaned down and kissed Avery’s cheek while their mother used his mouth, then trailed lower—kissing his collarbone, his nipples, the soft plane of his stomach—until she reached his small, leaking cock. She took it into her mouth and sucked gently, matching the rhythm Martha set.

Avery’s soft, muffled moans filled the room.

Martha fucked his throat in steady strokes for a while, spit running down his chin, before she finally pulled out with a wet sound. A long string of saliva still connected her cock to his swollen lips. She wiped it across his cheek with her thumb, then looked at Blair.

“Your turn. Use him however you want. He’s already nice and open from earlier.”

Blair didn’t need to be told twice. She moved between Avery’s legs, pushed his knees up toward his chest, and spat on her fingers. Two of them slid into him easily. She scissored them once, twice, then replaced them with the head of her cock. She sank in with a low, shaky groan, hips pressing forward until she was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck… he’s still so warm…”

Martha settled beside Avery’s head, stroking her spit-slick cock while she watched her daughter fuck him. Every few thrusts she leaned down and spat into Avery’s open mouth. He swallowed without being told.

Blair started slow, almost careful, but the way Avery pushed back onto her and the soft, needy sounds he made quickly eroded her restraint. She gripped his thighs harder and began thrusting deeper, the wet slap of skin filling the quiet room. Martha reached over and pinched one of Avery’s nipples, twisting just enough to make him arch.

“That’s it,” Martha murmured. “Take what your sister gives you.”

Blair’s rhythm grew rougher. She leaned down, kissed Avery messily, and whispered against his lips, “I’m gonna come inside you… okay?”

Avery only nodded, eyes glassy.

Blair buried herself deep and came with a broken moan, hips stuttering as she flooded him. She stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard, before Martha gently pushed her aside.

“My turn again.”

Martha moved between his legs, lined up, and pushed into the wet, cum-slick heat in one smooth thrust. She fucked him harder than Blair had—long, deep strokes that forced soft cries out of him with every impact. One hand wrapped around his small cock and stroked in time with her hips until he spilled across his own stomach. The tight clench pulled Martha over the edge a few seconds later. She came deep inside him with a low, satisfied groan, grinding against his ass until every pulse finished.

She didn’t pull out right away. Instead she leaned down, kissed him slowly, and spoke against his mouth.

“Tomorrow you can go to that party. You can let those girls use you however they want. But when you come home…” She rolled her hips once, still buried inside him. “You come home to us. Understand?”

Avery’s voice was soft and wrecked. “Yes, Mom…”

Martha smiled, dark and pleased, and finally eased out. A thick trickle of mixed cum followed. Blair immediately leaned in and licked it up, then shared a messy, cum-slick kiss with Avery while Martha watched.

They cleaned up slowly after that—warm washcloths, quiet touches, soft kisses. Eventually the three of them settled under the covers, Avery in the middle, Martha’s arm draped possessively over his waist, Blair curled against his back with her soft cock resting against his ass.

The house grew quiet.

Avery drifted off still feeling the pleasant, heavy fullness of both of them inside him, already wondering what Saturday would bring.