Hanging with the sisters after school

After school, Annie had practically dragged you to their home to spend some 'quality time with my bestest friend'. It was obvious she wanted to learn the trick, but she also did like your company, something you never understood.

Megan followed the two of you out of habit.

A warm, bubbly voice greeted you when you entered the house.

"Hi girls! Oh, Dougie! So good to see you!"

Helen was the twins's sexy mother, a bimbo in her mid thirties that looked like Annie with a few more years and an F cup you soon found yourself buried in.

"Hi Helen," you managed to mutter while suffocating in her soft chest. What a good way to go...

Megan rescued you from her affectionate mother, reminding her you needed to breathe. "Oops!" She giggled, hugging you tighter for a second before letting you go.

"I was baking a cake. Go play and I'll call you when it's ready!"

Minutes later, you were in the girls' room, trying to withstand Annie's begging while Megan pretended to read a book nearby, but most definitely listening in to your conversation.

"Please please please! I wanna know! Pretty please with a cherry on top, bestest friend? Dougie?" She begged, hands clasped and puppy dog eyes capable of melting ice.

You finally caved in. "Ok, fine! But..." You trailed off as Annie silently cheered.

"Buuuuut?" The bimbo said, excited at the prospect of learning the trick. Megan almost imperceptibly moved closer to the two of you.

"But I would... Need someone to use it on them. You know, as a demonstration," you tried to say as casually as possible, hoping that would dissuade her.

'You could try it on me!"

You should have known better.

You sputtered, taken aback by the blatant offer while Megan wasn't surprised at all.

"Is sex the only thing you think about?"

"Yep."

Her audience rolled their eyes.

"Or do you want to, like, go first?" She asked her sister, strangely a bit eager at the idea.

"Not a chance," Megan deadpanned.

"Then what about mom?"

Now both Megan and you sputtered, blushing at the idea of the bimbo MILF melting under your hands, the trick reducing her to a moaning, orgasming mess.

Megan was blushing harder than you, but did not seem against the idea. She was hesitating, though, leaving the decision on your hands.

Either use the teen bimbo, or the MILF bimbo. Your boner was fine with either, but it was up to your brain to choose.