works great, time to get incite again.

For a second, while watching her two clones lovingly kiss, Mom thought of one of her ex-husbands, the one who secretly had several mistresses. I chased the thought away. It was different from what was happening. There was consent, and his wife's lover was still herself. Could she be jealous of herself?

The two turned to her.

Second Mom: Now who's jealous?

Third Mom: Anyway, you know, I think I've had a second crush. Are you open to the idea of ​​a three-way marriage?

Mom smiled and hugged them. She could feel it; none of them would try to hurt her. She could find in them the perfect partners, the support she'd always wanted to raise their children.

Third Mom: Umm, children, what a tempting idea. I'm the only one here who doesn't have daughters with you... do we want to make up for that? I want to have your children inside me.

Mom: What a rush! Being a mother is a huge responsibility, you know?

Second Mom: Then we'll have to celebrate our reunion.

But despite their words, their actions were very different as they undressed the third, admiring her perfect body.

Third Mom: I wouldn't mind celebrating... putting one of my babies in your beautiful bellies, you'd look beautiful with your big bellies.

Second Mom: Oh, we are! ... so we each put a baby in our bellies? It would be like having twins.

Mom: I've always wanted twins, we've never been lucky in that sense. Although I must say, our daughters are so similar they could all be twins.

Third Mom grabbed the hands of the other two.

Third Mom: We'll have to make up for it.

I begin to lead them to their bed, to their love nest, they are happy with everything.

Once on the bed, they shed the remains of the outfits they had worn to visit their now-reformed daughter, displaying their divine bodies to each other. Their beauty was such that they were unsure how to proceed, which one to hold first, which one to kiss, which one to caress and whisper sweet words in her ear. It was the first time she was about to make love to two people at once.

They slowly moved from their corners of the enormous bed to the center, each finding the other's face.

The first to kiss were the third mother and the second. A few moments later they separated and the first and second did the same, then it was the first's turn to kiss the third.

Then they pressed their faces together, attempting to kiss in unison, all three at once. Pushed forward, they rose to their knees while their chests were pressed together and their arms wrapped in an embrace. Neither wanted to interrupt, they no longer needed to breathe, their kiss could last as long as they wanted.

It lasted a very long time, an eternity, but then their mutual hunger for something more drove them on.

Their hands caressed each other's bottoms, then each of them leaned over and kissed the breast of the Mother on their left.

Third Mother: I think we need a little quality control, after all, for our next children, our milk can only be perfect.

Mother: I agree.

Second Mother: But really, I think we just want to drink each other since we're so delicious, right?

Third Mother: Busted.

All three nursed each other, the sweet taste of breast milk entering their mouths, a flowing flow proving that their bodies were ready to raise a huge number of daughters, the milk dripping into their mouths faster than they could swallow it, dripping from their faces, down their necks, and then onto their own breasts.

They couldn't help but massage their breasts, spreading them over each other. They found it so erotic, the others' milk wetting the source of their own.

They parted, their faces red, their breathing labored, not from shortness of breath but from excitement.

Mom: Let's start with you, new arrival.

She and the second mother pushed the third to lie down and then were immediately on top of her.

While the first mother kissed and their tongues rolled in their mouths, savoring the residue of the milk mixed with their saliva in their mouths, the second mother leaned over, kissing the third's neck, which then turned into a hickey. The first mother's right hand and the second's left hand together moved down the third's abdomen and pelvis, reaching her pussy, delicately, and two hands fought over her, caressing her softly.

The third mother broke the kiss with the first to moan under the combined touches of her lovers.

Third mother: Oh yes... I feel your love, I want you inside me... I want to carry your children.

Each of them could very well have wished the other were pregnant, and it would have happened, but a child had to be conceived with love and with all the pleasure that comes from that love.

Only when the touch of their lovers had completely satisfied the other would she become pregnant with their child.

Mother: You will have them soon... you will have my child inside you.

Second mother: It's mine too, they will keep each other company in your womb.

The third mother kisses the second.

Third mother: I imagine it would be rude not to do the same, right?

The third mother's hands, which had previously held her lovers, began to rub along their backs and caress their buttocks, then moved to their pussies, grabbing them and returning the treatment.

The first and second mothers moaned, their bodies rubbing against the third's, their faces resting on her chest, meeting halfway. After gazing into each other's eyes with a lust that demanded explanation, they began kissing while their heads rubbed against the third's chest.

At that moment, the two realized that their positions meant they couldn't touch each other the same way they were touching the third mother, and vice versa. They decided to change positions, kneeling on the bed again. Their hands, which had previously been occupied with the third's pussy, instead went to their other lover's pussy, while their other hand, now that it had the space to reach it, replaced them.

Each of them had two hands, one for each lover, for each of their pussies, eager for their touch.

The third mother began to rock her hips, driven by pleasure. The hands of the first and second mothers didn't miss the signal, their fingers slipping inside her at the same time. The third mother began to go crazy with pleasure, her fingers doing the same in her lovers' pussies. She could do nothing but moan and plead for their children inside her, increasingly frantically. Then she came, and at the same time she felt two little lives ignite in her womb.

All three stopped, aware of conception.

Mom: Congratulations, my love.

Second mother: I wanted to say it myself, congratulations, they'll be perfect, true love.

Third mother: I couldn't wait... but now I have to...

She stood up and pushed the other two mothers to lie down on the bed.

Third mother: ...return by placing my children behind you.

Second mother: Ummmm yes, do it, I want your baby!

Mom: Me too, I want to carry our child!

All three of them doubled down, concentrating on pleasuring their still-unpregnant mothers, until they both came almost simultaneously and then cuddled sweetly together.

Time had flown by, or maybe not. Time was something that had little value to them, as they could bend it to their whim. For their servants, it might have been a few minutes, while for them it was nearly an hour of wild sex and post-sex cuddles. Still naked, they headed to the shower with their hands pressed against their bellies, unable to move, knowing that their daughters were already rapidly growing inside them.