Salted Eggs

“So what shall we have? Sausage, breakfast sandwiches, eggs, and maybe some cream and honey?” Sally asked in a chipper voice. Jane sat down beside me, her robe sash coming undone just a little bit with her movements. I couldn’t help but think of an alternative menu that had all three of those ingredients.

“Sounds great, Mom!” Jane said and looked at me. “Want to give Mom a hand?” she asked, winking. My cock twitched and was at full mast again. I didn’t quite know what she meant by that, and I didn’t know what the girls had talked about in the shower. “Sounds like you’re getting pretty good at trying to crack eggs,” she added with a little giggle. I saw Sally’s robe shimmy as a delicious shiver rocked through her body.

Sally started rummaging in the fridge, bent over at her waist. If it wasn’t for the door, I’d have an amazing shot at her delicious tits and I’d be able to see whether or not she shaved that pussy this morning. Jane got up from the table and got some glasses down from the cupboard, but I noticed she only got out two glasses.

“Mom? Something to drink?” she said as she started bumbling around the kitchen as well, a good portion of her cleavage on view from her robe working itself slowly open.

“I’d take some juice, honey,” she said winking at me as she stood up. She turned before straightening completely and one of her tits had freed itself from the robe, her round nipple being caressed by the rough terry cloth. She licked her lips a little looked down, adjusting the robe to cover herself, but in doing so, the sash was almost completely undone. Jane chuckled as she took her turn at the fridge while Sally prepped the food for cooking. I moved over to Sally and gave her ass a slow feel while her daughter’s back was turned.

“What did you two talk about?” I asked quietly as she unwrapped meat and moved things on the counter to make just enough noise to conceal my voice.

“Everything,” Sally said, opening her robe to show me her freshly shaved pussy.

“Oh?” I asked, my dick trying to fight its way out of my pants.

“Yes. She’s highly interested in our arrangement and open to it as well,” Sally said, unbuttoning my fly and taking my erection out of my pants, stroking me while she turned the stove on. The room was silent as the stove clicked, waiting to ignite the gas for the flame. I could feel pre-cum starting to ooze from the head and she slowly worked my shaft. I didn’t even notice that Jane was staring at us.

“Did you tell him?” Jane asked, moving to my other side, her hand joining her mother’s.

“Yes she did,” I said. “She said you were open to the same arrangement as your mother and I have,” I finished with a groan as both hands, 8 fingers and 2 thumbs started working in tandem.

“I am,” she said quietly. I tried hard not to cum as two of the girls I’ve lusted after for my entire life gave me a slow hand job. I reached into her robe and felt her pussy, noticing that it was also freshly shaved. She whimpered slightly. Not wanting Sally to be left out, I started caressing her flawlessly shaved mound as well, eliciting a quiet moan from her as she parted her thighs.

“Mom took care of that pesky fur for me,” Jane said breathlessly. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, tasting her mother’s pussy on them. I groaned into her mouth and both hands on my raging hard on slowed down, as if by plan. I broke the kiss and stood up, my knees ready to give out.

“She took care of me, too, James,” Sally said, whispering into my ear. My lips went to hers and I tasted Jane’s cunt for the first time on them. She was almost like her mother, but lighter and sweeter. The hands on my dick sped up and I followed suit, plunging fingers into their pussies as the mother and sister of my best friend jacked me off.

“Gonna cum,” I grunted quietly. Sally grabbed the bowl she intended to use for the omelets and put it in front of my cock, waiting to catch my sperm.

“Cum in this, sir,” she said, her voice wavering from her actions and from the three fingers sawing in and out of her freshly cleaned pussy.

“Yeah, do it,” Jane encouraged. “Let’s see that monster shoot,” she purred as she leaned against me, her tits sliding around my arm.

Both girls came at the same time I did, fresh rushes of their honey coating each of my hands and their thighs. I shot into the bowl, 7 powerful blasts of thick cum. I was starting to wonder where it was all coming from, but I was too busy unloading and fingering these two sexy sluts.

“Oh fuck!” both girls moaned as I kept fingering them, struggling to still stand. Their hands kept milking my cock, squeezing every last drop into the bowl.

“That’s my sluts,” I said with a sigh, pulling my fingers out of their cunts. “Now, clean my hands,” I said, turning and offering two cum soaked hands to the girls. I watched Jane suck her mother’s juice from my fingers as Sally licked her daughter’s honey from the other.

We were all shocked back to reality as we heard Syd’s car thunder into the drive. They barely had time to get their robes tied and I just got my half-hard cock stuffed back into my pants when he piled in the house. We looked like nothing was wrong and Jane’s eyes went huge at the sight of 2 ounces of cum in the bottom of the mixing bowl. Sally quickly covered by cracking some eggs into it.

“Just in time, Syd,” Sally said cheerfully. “The first omelet is for your sister, but the next one can be yours,” she finished, winking at Jane and I as she said it. Jane licked her lips, looking at me with lust filled eyes before breaking the spell.

“So what’s the plan for the day then?” Syd asked, not suspecting anything.