An Interesting Offer Pt. 09 - Finale

Dad's truck rumbled out of the driveway two days back, off to some conference that'd keep him gone 'til Sunday. Perfect timing. Aunt Daisy and I had been plotting this for weeks--our shot to pull Mom, Skye, into our twisted little fantasy. I lounged in my room, black silk panties--smooth as a whisper, cool against my thighs--sliding under a loose gray tee and jeans. No men's clothes touched my skin anymore; that was the plan. Live as Brooke when I could, slip into Mom's world, make her ours. My pulse thrummed, a cocktail of nerves and heat, picturing her in that tight navy dress from last week, tits bouncing as she hugged me. She's got no idea what's coming--tonight, she's mine and Daisy's.

A soft knock hit my door--Skye, her floral-musk scent wafting in before she peeked inside. "Roolk, honey, you've been cooped up--your laundry's a mess. Want me to throw it in with mine?" she asked, her voice gentle but prying, hazel eyes flicking over my cluttered floor.

I smiled, keeping it tame for her.

"Yes, Mom--I haven't done laundry while you were out. All my stuff's dirty."

She stepped in, frowning, her navy skirt swishing against her legs, a cream blouse hugging her curves.

"What? You've been in those jeans for days."

"Well, I don't have any clean underwear either," I added, playing it casual. "But I gotta hurry--I need something to wear. I've got an exam to get to."

She blinked, flustered, shifting her weight.

"Well, um... let me--let me check your father's closet. Maybe I can find you a pair."

She crossed to his dresser, fingers trembling slightly as she tugged out a pair of faded blue boxers, holding them up like they might bite her.

I shook my head, calm but firm.

"No way, Mom--those aren't clean. Got anything new lying around?"

Her cheeks flushed deep pink, awkwardness washing over her as she froze, eyes darting to the floor.

"New? I... uh... I don't--I don't have any new men's stuff, Roolk," she stammered, biting her lip. "I mean, I... I did pick up some things, but--but they're for me. And they're, um... still sealed, but..."

She trailed off, hesitating so long I thought she'd bolt, then slowly dug into a shopping bag by her bed. Her hands shook as she pulled out a peach lace hipster panty--sheer, delicate, the kind that'd cling like a second skin--holding it up with two fingers like it was radioactive.

"It's... it's all I've got," she mumbled, voice barely audible. "I--I know it's not your style, Roolk. I'm so sorry, I... I don't know if you'd even--um--consider it. It's just... women's underwear, and I--I shouldn't even..."

Holy hell, she's handing me pure gold--stumbling right into the plan. I masked my glee, faking a hard scowl, voice sharp and resolute.

"No, Mom--absolutely not! Women's underwear? Are you serious? I'm not wearing that--it's ridiculous!"

She flinched, clutching the lace tighter, her face burning red now.

"I--I know, honey, I'm sorry! It's just... I don't have anything else, and you said you needed something, and--and I thought maybe, just this once..."

I let the silence hang, crossing my arms, pretending to stew while my heart raced with delight. She's so nervous--fuck, this is perfect. She's practically begging me to take it. Finally, I sighed loud, dropping my shoulders like I'd lost a war.

"Ugh, fine--really, Mom? This is so weird, but if it's new and it's all you've got, I guess I'll deal. Just... don't tell anyone, okay?"

She nodded quick, flustered beyond words, thrusting the panties at me like they'd scald her hands.

"Y-yes, of course--just for now! And... and don't tell your dad, please?"

I took them, the lace brushing my fingers, soft and electric, sending a jolt through me. She's got no clue I've been dreaming of this--slipping into her world, one panty at a time.

"Sure, Mom--no problem," I said, voice flat to hide the grin clawing inside.

My heart pounded as I tucked them under my arm. She's blind to how bad I want this--step one's a lock, and she's already unraveling.

"Gotta dash, though--gotta go to Uni," I said, snagging my bag, brushing past her quick.

She called after me, voice wobbly.

"Good luck, honey--be careful!"

Her voice trailed off as I bolted, her awkward vibe fueling my grin. Step one's locked--she's off-balance already.

I hit the street, cutting through the afternoon hum, and slipped into La Bella Vita, a cozy Italian spot with dim lights and red checkered tables. Aunt Daisy waited in a booth, her black tank top hugging her chest, denim cutoffs frayed at the edges, lilac satin bra peeking out--pure tease. Her eyes sparked, sly and hungry, as I slid in across from her.

"Hey, Roolk--Mom bite?" she asked, sipping water, lips curling into a smirk.

I leaned in, nodding.

"Hook, line, sinker--she gave me peach lace panties, Aunt Daisy. Thinks I'm just out of options."

She laughed, low and rich.

"God, she's blind--perfect."

The waiter swung by with menus, and we ordered--ravioli for her, fettuccine for me--chatting light about the food, the plan simmering beneath every word. Plates landed, steaming with sauce, and we ate slow, forks twirling pasta, her foot nudging mine under the table, heat rising. She's as wired as I am--tonight's the night we break Mom wide open.

"Finish up--we've got prep to do," she murmured, wiping her mouth, eyes glinting.

I nodded, forking the last bite.

"Let's move."

We paid and wandered the restaurant, lingering by the bar, sipping water to kill time. The ladies' room sign caught her eye, and she grabbed my hand, tugging me toward it.

"C'mon--let's heat up first."

I followed, pulse spiking as we slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room was tight--two stalls, a chipped sink, a flickering light buzzing overhead. She locked the door, spinning me against the tiled wall, her breath hot on my neck. Fuck, she's not wasting time--this is gonna be good.

She pressed her body into mine, her tank top brushing my tee, her tits soft against my chest.

"Been thinking about this all day, Roolk."

Her lips crashed into mine, fierce and needy, tasting of ravioli and wine from earlier. I kissed back, hungry, my hands sliding up her back, fingers digging into the satin bra straps, pulling her closer. Her tongue flicked against mine, wet and urgent, a low moan humming in her throat.

"God, you're hot," she gasped, breaking for air, her hands roaming my chest, tugging at my tee.

I grinned, diving back in.

"You're hotter, Aunt Daisy."

Our mouths locked again, deeper this time, her tongue swirling slow, teasing mine as I sucked it gently, tasting her heat. My hands slipped down, cupping her ass through the denim cutoffs, squeezing firm, the fabric rough against my palms. She groaned, pressing her hips into me, grinding soft, her breath hitching.

"Feel that?" she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, nipping the lobe.

I nodded, voice rough.

"Yeah--keep going."

Her fingers slid under my tee, tracing my stomach, nails grazing light, sending shivers up my spine. I yanked her closer, kissing her hard, our teeth clashing as I sucked her bottom lip, biting just enough to make her whimper. She tasted sweet, salty, alive--my cock stirred in the silk panties, straining against the jeans.

"Fuck, Roolk--you're killing me," she panted, her hands slipping to my hips, tugging at my waistband.

I smirked, kissing along her jaw, slow and wet.

"Good--want you wrecked."

She moaned, tilting her head back as I trailed kisses down her neck, sucking the soft skin above her collarbone, leaving faint red marks. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling tight, guiding me lower. I nipped her throat, tongue flicking out, tasting her pulse--fast, wild, matching mine.

"More--here," she urged, shoving my head toward her chest.

I obliged, kissing the tops of her tits, the lilac satin bra cool against my lips, her skin warm underneath. My tongue darted out, licking along the edge, teasing the lace as she arched into me, a shaky groan spilling out. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in, urging me on.

"Goddamn--yes," she breathed, her voice breaking with need.

I slid a hand up her tank, cupping her breast, thumb brushing the nipple through the satin--hard, begging for more. She gasped, hips bucking against me, and I kissed her again, sloppy and deep, tongues tangling messy as spit slicked our chins. My other hand squeezed her ass, pulling her tight, grinding her against my thigh.

"Fuck, Aunt Daisy--gonna ruin you," I murmured, voice thick, kissing her harder.

She laughed, husky and wild.

"Ruin me then--right here."

Her hands fumbled with my jeans, popping the button, fingers brushing the silk panties beneath. I groaned, pushing her back against the sink, lifting her slightly so her ass perched on the edge. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my thighs, pulling me in as we kissed--wet, frantic, her moans echoing off the tiles.

"Need you--now," she panted, her lips swollen, eyes dark with lust.

I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing hard.

"Soon--home first."

We kissed again, slower this time, savoring it--her tongue tracing mine, soft and deliberate, her hands sliding up my back, nails raking gentle. My cock throbbed, the silk panties tight, precum dampening them as I ground against her, heat pooling low. This is just the warmup--Mom's next, and fuck, it's gonna be unreal.

"Enough--let's go," she said, pulling back, breathless, fixing her tank.

I nodded, adjusting my jeans.

"Home--now."

We slipped out, flushed and grinning, the plan locked tight as we headed back.

I burst through the front door first, shouting into the quiet house.

"Mom! I'm back--Aunt Daisy picked me up on the way--she was heading here!"

Skye poked her head out from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, her navy skirt and cream blouse still on.

"Oh, Daisy--nice surprise!"

Aunt Daisy strolled in behind me, casual and warm.

"Hey, Skye--thought I'd swing by, catch up."

They hugged, Mom's floral-musk mixing with Daisy's faint lavender, and I slipped to my room to ditch the bag, peeling off the jeans to let the peach lace breathe. She's got no clue I'm wearing her gift--step two's rolling.

They settled in the living room, voices drifting as I lingered nearby, listening. Mom poured wine--red, cheap, the bottle clinking against glasses--and they chatted, laughter bubbling up, loose and easy. I peeked in, watching them sip, Mom's cheeks flushing as the wine hit, Daisy's eyes glinting with intent. She's steering this--gonna get her drunk, pliable.

"Remember that summer at the lake?" Mom giggled, wine sloshing in her glass.

Daisy grinned.

"Oh, yeah--you in that red bikini? Killer."

They laughed louder, and Daisy pulled out her makeup kit, spilling brushes and palettes onto the coffee table.

"Let's practice--been ages since I did your face, Skye."

Mom nodded, tipsy.

"Sure--why not?"

Daisy dabbed foundation on Mom's cheeks, blending slow, then grabbed a tube of plum lipstick--too fast, too clumsy--and it tumbled, smearing a streak across Mom's cream blouse.

"Oh, crap--sorry, Skye!" Daisy exclaimed, faking a wince.

Mom blinked, giggling.

"It's fine--uh, messy though."

Daisy smirked, leaning close.

"Take it off--it's just us girls."

Mom hesitated, glass pausing mid-sip, eyes flickering with doubt.

"Uh... I don't know, Daisy."

Daisy nudged her, voice soft.

"C'mon--no one's here but me."

I lurked at the doorway, breath catching as Mom sighed, setting the glass down, fingers fumbling with the blouse buttons. She peeled it off, slow and reluctant, revealing a magenta silk push-up bra--lush, lifting her tits high, the fabric shimmering under the lamp. My cock stiffened in the peach lace, straining hard, the sight of her like that frying my brain. Fuck, she's gorgeous--half-naked and clueless, right where we want her.

"It's fine, I guess," Mom said, shrugging, settling back in her skirt and bra.

Daisy's eyes lingered on Mom's boobs, almost staring, then flicked away, grabbing a brush.

"Let's keep going--gonna make you stunning."

They giggled, Daisy sweeping shadow across Mom's lids--shimmery gold, then plum--her hands steady despite the wine, Mom's head tilting back, relaxed. I watched, silent, dick throbbing, the plan ticking closer. She's softening--Daisy's got her now.

Hours blurred, makeup done--Mom's face glowing, lips coral-glossed--and she yawned, wineglass empty.

"Daisy, it's late--stay over?"

Daisy smiled, polite.

"Oh, I shouldn't--got stuff tomorrow."

Mom pressed, slurring slight.

"Please? Too late to drive."

Daisy relented, grinning.

"Okay, you win--staying."

We moved to the kitchen, me joining for dinner--spaghetti, quick and simple--talking college, Mom's salon job, Daisy's clients. I kept it light, no drinking, playing the good son.

"Gonna head to my room--night, ladies," I said, slipping away as they grabbed more wine.

Their voices rose from the living room, sloshy and loud, Mom's laugh echoing as I hovered near my door, listening. Skye's tone shifted, wistful.

"God, Daisy--my sex life's a desert lately. Feel old, undesired."

Daisy perked up, voice eager.

"Really? Ever tried toys--self-love stuff?"

Mom snorted, tipsy.

"No way--that's weird, just... gross, wierd especially talking about it with my sister-in-law, silly."

Daisy leaned in, I could hear the grin.

"C'mon, Skye--you're hot as hell. Men'd line up to hook up with you."

Mom laughed, mock-offended.

"I'm married to your brother--how dare you!"

My phone buzzed--Daisy's text: Sneak to her room--get Brooke ready. I grinned, slipping into Mom's bedroom, the plan igniting. Here we go--she's drunk, vulnerable, ours.

Her room smelled of her--floral-musk heavy in the air, her bed unmade, clothes strewn. I locked the door, stripping to the peach lace, cock half-hard already. Aunt Daisy had stashed the prosthetics here earlier--C-cups, soft and jiggly--and I grabbed the glue, smearing it cool across my chest, pressing them on slow. They settled, heavy and real, tugging me forward as I adjusted them, nipples perked under the weight. Fuck, these feel good--gonna blow her mind.

I rifled her closet, pulling out an elegant black dress--sleeveless, satin-smooth, the fabric cool and slippery against my fingers. I stepped into it, the hem brushing mid-thigh, hugging my hips tight, the bodice clinging to the fake tits, accentuating every curve. My breath hitched as I zipped it up, the satin whispering over my skin, a shiver running through me. This is her--me as her, sexier than ever. She won't resist. I grabbed her makeup bag--ivory foundation smoothed over my face, rosy blush high on my cheeks, smoky charcoal shadow smudged thick, winged liner sharp as a blade, mascara fanning my lashes. Red gloss slicked my lips, wet and bloody, the taste sharp as I licked them. Brooke's alive--ready to fuck her world up.

Three-inch heels next--black patent leather, glossy, clicking as I slipped them on, wobbling then steadying. The height stretched my legs, the dress shifting, teasing my thighs. I spritzed her floral-musk perfume--neck, chest, wrists--her scent wrapping me like a second skin. I'm her twin now--elegant, feminine, ready to take her. My cock throbbed in the peach lace, precum dampening it, the thrill of what's coming frying my nerves.

I heard them stumble down the hall, giggling, wine bottles clinking. Daisy's voice slurred.

"Need sleepwear--got anything, Skye?"

Mom laughed.

"Sure--come grab something."

The door swung open, and I stood there--Brooke, poised and perfect, a mirror of Skye. Mom blinked, swaying, squinting at me.

"Daisy--am I so drunk I'm seeing myself without a mirror?"

Daisy grabbed her hand, guiding her to the bed.

"No, silly."

"This is my surprise."

"Meet Brooke."

Mom sat, dazed, as Daisy pulled her closer. Skye's eyes narrowed, recognition hitting hard.

"What the hell is this?"

"Roolk? You're in my clothes--dressed up like this?"

Her voice spiked, furious, hands trembling.

Daisy slid behind her, fingers brushing Skye's arms, slow and deliberate, moving her hair aside, lips grazing her neck.

"You're loved by us, Skye."

"My brother doesn't know how to treat you--we do."

"Let us."

Mom jerked away, stumbling to the bed's edge, breathing fast.

"No--this isn't right."

I dropped to my knees, voice soft.

"Look at me, Mom."

"I know this is hard, but this is me."

"I love dressing in women's clothes--especially yours."

"You're sexy, and I want you."

Daisy pressed in, hands cupping Mom's boobs through the magenta silk, squeezing gentle.

"I've been wanting this since I first saw you."

"Come on, let's do this."

Mom shook her head, voice cracking.

"This is wrong--we're family."

Her body trembled, half-leaning into Daisy's touch, desire warring with shock.

"Um--what's happening?" she muttered.

"Roolk, how the heck did you get boobs?"

I smiled, crawling closer.

"Don't worry about me--tonight, you're the special lady, Mommy."

I leaned in, kissing her lips--soft, tentative--she froze, conflicted, not kissing back but not pulling away. Daisy kneaded her breasts, moaning low.

"You want to."

"You know you do."

I nodded, voice pleading.

"No one needs to find out, Mommy."

"This'll be our little secret."

"Please, Mommy, please."

Skye's breath hitched, cornered, eyes darting between us, her resolve crumbling.

"Okay--only once."

She gave in, voice shaky, and I grinned. She's ours--fuck, we did it.

Daisy yanked Mom's skirt off--navy fabric pooling on the floor--leaving her in the magenta bra and matching silk panties, lush and clinging. I tugged the black dress up, peeling the peach lace down, my cock springing free, hard and dripping. Daisy shed her robe, lilac satin bra and panties hitting the carpet, her tits bouncing as she climbed onto the bed.

"Gonna make you feel so good, Skye," Daisy purred, straddling Mom's hips, kissing her deep--wet, sloppy, tongues tangling as Mom moaned soft, still unsure but melting.

I slid between Mom's legs, parting her thighs, the silk panties damp already. Fuck, she's wet for us--gonna taste her first. I pulled them aside, licking her pussy--hot, musky, slick--my tongue swirling slow, teasing her clit. She gasped, hips bucking slight.

"Oh--Roolk," she breathed, voice trembling.

Daisy grinned, sucking Mom's neck.

"Told you--let him eat you."

I lapped harder, tongue plunging in, sucking her clit firm--her juices coated my chin, sweet and tangy, her moans rising. She's losing it--fuck, she's delicious. Daisy slid off, kneeling beside me, kissing Mom's thighs, her hands roaming my back.

"Fuck her, Roolk--give it to her," Daisy urged, voice thick.

I climbed up, cock brushing Mom's entrance, sliding in slow--her pussy tight, wet, gripping me as I thrust deep. She groaned, loud and raw.

"What the heck--I'm doing this with you two!"

I grinned, pounding steady, her tits bouncing in the bra.

"You love it, Mommy--feel me."

Daisy straddled Mom's face, lowering her pussy--wet, swollen--onto Skye's lips.

"Suck me, Skye--taste me."

Mom hesitated, then licked--tentative, then hungry--her tongue flicking Daisy's clit, moaning into her. Fuck, she's eating Aunt Daisy--too hot. I fucked harder, Mom's pussy clenching, her gasps muffled as Daisy ground down, panting.

"Yes--Skye, yes!" Daisy cried, hips rocking.

I pulled out, shifting to Daisy--flipping her onto her knees, ass up, perfect and round.

"Gonna fuck your ass, Aunt Daisy," I rasped, lubing my cock quick, sliding into her tight hole--hot, stretching slow.

She howled, wild and needy.

"Fuck--yes, Roolk--deep!"

I slammed in, relentless, her ass gripping me tight, the bed shaking as Mom watched, wide-eyed, fingering herself now. She's into it--fuck, she's ours. Daisy's moans filled the room, raw and desperate, as I pounded, heat coiling fast.

"Gonna cum--fuck!" I groaned, unloading hard--thick ropes flooding Daisy's ass, dripping sticky as I pulled out, panting.

Mom stared, shocked but horny.

"That's... intense."

Daisy laughed, breathless, climbing off to kiss Mom deep, swapping spit and lust.

"Your turn, Skye--he's got more."

I slid back to Mom, cock still hard, thrusting into her pussy again--deeper, faster, her walls pulsing around me.

"Go back where you came from, Roolk--fuck her good," Daisy teased, pinching Mom's nipples.

Mom screamed, bucking hard.

"What the heck--I'm losing it!"

I pounded, relentless, her pussy soaking me, my balls slapping her thighs--wet, loud--until I came again, hot cum spilling inside her, filling her up as she shuddered, moaning wild. Fuck, I'm cumming in Mom--dream's real. We collapsed, sweaty, tangled, breathless on the bed.

Morning light sliced through the curtains, waking us--me still in the black dress, prosthetics skewed, Daisy naked, Mom in her bra and panties, all sprawled across the sheets. Skye stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open, then widening as she registered us.

"Oh no--what did we do?" she muttered, sitting up, hands trembling.

I sat up, voice soft.

"Mom--it's okay."

She shook her head, voice tight.

"No, Roolk--this was wrong."

"I was drunk--I shouldn't have."

Daisy rolled over, grinning lazy.

"Skye, c'mon--you loved it."

"Don't pretend you didn't."

Mom hugged her knees, conflicted.

"I did--but it's not right."

"We're family--this can't happen again."

I leaned closer, pleading.

"Please, Mommy--just listen."

"It felt good, didn't it?"

"No one's hurt--we all wanted it."

Daisy slid a hand up Mom's thigh.

"You're still hot, Skye--last night proved it."

"Let us love you again--right now."

Mom bit her lip, shaking.

"I... I don't know."

"It's too much."

I cupped her face, gentle.

"One more time, Mommy--let Brooke make you feel special" I whispered, softly in her ear.

Mom shivered under my touch, her breath catching as my whisper lingered in her ear. Her hazel eyes darted, wide and torn, the magenta silk bra still hugging her tits, rising fast with every shaky inhale. She's fighting it, but she wants it--I can feel it.

Daisy's hand slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of Mom's panties, her voice a low purr.

"C'mon, Skye--one more round."

"You were moaning for us last night--don't stop now."

Mom swallowed hard, voice trembling.

"I shouldn't--it's wrong."

"We crossed a line."

I pressed closer, my satin black dress rustling, the hem teasing my thighs as I leaned in, prosthetics jiggling slight.

"Please, Mommy--you felt alive."

"I saw it in your eyes--you need this."

She shook her head, but softer now, weakening.

"I... I don't know, Roolk."

"It's too much to process."

Daisy grinned, wicked and warm, cupping Mom's cheek.

"Skye, you're gorgeous--last night wasn't a mistake."

"We're giving you what he can't--let Brooke finish what we started."

Mom's lips parted, a shaky sigh slipping out.

"You're both crazy."

"But... it did feel good."

I nodded, voice pleading.

"Just once more, Mommy--no one'll know."

"Let me be Brooke for you--make you feel wanted."

Daisy's fingers traced Mom's bra strap, slipping it down her shoulder.

"C'mon, Skye--let go."

"You deserve this."

Mom bit her lip harder, eyes glistening, her resolve cracking.

"Okay--one last time."

"But that's it."

Her voice was barely a whisper, surrender laced with guilt, and I grinned wide. She's in--fuck, we've got her again.

Daisy yanked Mom's panties off--magenta silk hitting the floor--her pussy bare and glistening from last night's cum. I tugged the black dress higher, the satin cool and slippery against my skin, peeling the peach lace panties down my thighs, cock springing free, rock-hard and dripping. Daisy was already naked, tits swaying as she dove in, kissing Mom deep--wet, hungry, tongues clashing loud in a sloppy tangle. Fuck, they're gorgeous--gonna make this wild.

"Gonna taste you first, Skye," Daisy rasped, sliding down, parting Mom's legs wide, tongue darting out--hot, sloppy--licking her pussy slow, teasing the clit with soft flicks.

Mom gasped, head tipping back.

"Oh--Daisy!"

Her hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, still half-resisting but melting fast. I climbed beside her, kissing her neck, soft and wet, tasting her floral-musk skin as the prosthetics pressed into her side. She's trembling--fuck, she's mine.

"Lick her good, Aunt Daisy," I murmured, sucking Mom's earlobe, my hand sliding to her bra, unhooking it--magenta silk falling away, her tits bouncing free, nipples hard and pink.

Daisy moaned into Mom's pussy, tongue plunging deeper, sucking loud--wet slurps echoing as Mom's hips bucked slight.

"Yes--oh gosh!" Mom cried, voice breaking.

I grinned, cupping her tits, squeezing firm, thumbs brushing her nipples--stiff, begging for more. She's losing it--gonna fuck her soon. Daisy pulled back, chin slick with Mom's juices, climbing up to straddle her hips, kissing her again--deep, messy, swapping spit.

"Love your taste, Skye--fuck, so hot," Daisy panted, grinding against her.

I slid between Mom's thighs, cock brushing her entrance, thrusting in slow--her pussy tight, soaked, gripping me like a vice as I pushed deep. Fuck, she's perfect--taking me so good.

"Oh--Roolk!" Mom groaned, voice trembling, her hands clutching my arms.

I pounded steady, deep, her walls pulsing around me, the black dress hiked up, satin brushing my stomach as I fucked her. Daisy slid beside us, kissing Mom's tits, sucking a nipple hard--wet pops filling the air.

"You love this, Skye--feel him," Daisy urged, voice thick.

Mom's moans rose, shaky and raw.

"What am I doing--oh heck!"

I fucked harder, relentless--her pussy soaking me, my balls slapping her thighs--wet, loud--her tits jiggling wild under Daisy's mouth. She's breaking--gonna push her over. Daisy's hand slipped down, rubbing Mom's clit fast, and Mom bucked hard, gasping.

"Yes--oh--yes!" she cried, still torn but giving in.

I grinned, thrusting deeper.

"Take it, Mommy--gonna cum for you."

Daisy shifted, swinging a leg over me, straddling my face--her pussy dripping, musky--lowering it to my lips.

"Suck me, Brooke--eat me out," she ordered, grinding slow.

I dove in, tongue swirling her clit, sucking hard--her juices flooding my mouth, tangy and hot as she moaned loud. Fuck, she's delicious--gonna make her scream too. Mom's pussy clenched tighter around me, her gasps mixing with Daisy's cries, the bed rocking hard.

"Fuck--Roolk--yes!" Daisy panted, hips bucking against my face.

Mom shuddered beneath me, her voice cracking.

"I--I'm close--oh gosh!"

I pounded faster, tongue lapping Daisy wild--her clit throbbing under me--until Mom came hard, juices gushing around my cock, her body shaking as she screamed. Daisy followed, grinding down, cum flooding my mouth as she howled, wild and wrecked. Fuck, they're both mine--gonna finish big.

I pulled out of Mom, cock throbbing, stroking quick--cum blasting hot, thick ropes splattering Daisy's face, then Mom's, streaking their cheeks and lips, dripping gooey down their chins.

"Yes--fuck!" I groaned, panting hard.

Daisy laughed, breathless, scooping it with her fingers.

"Mmm--Brooke's load--so fuckin' tasty!"

Mom blinked, cum on her face, then licked her lips--slow, tasting me, her eyes widening as the guilt melted away.

"Oh... oh my," she murmured, voice shifting, hungry now.

She sat up, a spark igniting, her hands grabbing Daisy's hips, pulling her close.

"Gimme more--I want it," Mom rasped, voice low and sex-crazed, diving between Daisy's thighs--tongue lapping her pussy, sloppy and deep, sucking her clit hard.

Daisy gasped, shocked and thrilled.

"Fuck--Skye--yes, eat me!"

Mom moaned into her, wild and unrestrained, licking frantic--her tongue plunging in, slurping loud as Daisy bucked, hands tangling in Mom's hair. Holy hell--she's flipped--full-on slut mode. I watched, cock twitching, as Mom's hunger took over, her face buried in Daisy's dripping cunt.

"Love your pussy--mmm," Mom growled, voice muffled, sucking harder.

Daisy panted, legs shaking.

"Skye--fuck--don't stop!"

Mom pulled back, eyes blazing, cum still streaking her cheek, and shoved me onto my back.

"Your turn, Brooke--gonna taste you too," she said, voice thick with lust, parting my legs wide.

She dove in, tongue darting out--hot, wet--rimming my ass, circling slow, then plunging deep, licking sloppy and wild. Fuck--she's rimming me--dream's on fire. I groaned loud, the black dress bunched around my waist, her spit dripping down my crack, soaking the sheets.

"Oh--Mommy--yes!" I rasped, hips bucking against her face.

She moaned into me, tongue swirling inside, sucking my rim hard--wet slurps echoing as Daisy watched, fingering herself fast.

"Fuck--Skye--eat his ass!" Daisy cried, rubbing her clit wild.

Mom licked deeper, hungry and crazed, her hands spreading me wider, spit pooling under me as I shook, heat coiling tight. She's a fucking beast--gonna cum again. I stroked my cock, fast and slick, as she rimmed me relentless--tongue fucking me deep--until I exploded, another blast of cum streaking their faces, thick and sticky, coating their lips and chins.

"Fuck--yes!" I groaned, wrecked and panting.

Daisy laughed, wild, licking Mom's cum-smeared face.

"Cum-kiss me, Skye--now!"

Mom grinned, feral, kissing her hard--deep, sloppy, tongues swirling my cum between them, moaning loud into each other's mouths. I joined, diving in--salty, sweet, gooey--our tongues tangling messy, cum dripping down our chins as we swapped it, panting wild. Fuck, this is paradise--tastes like us.

"God--Brooke--so good," Mom panted, licking her lips, cum glistening on her face.

Daisy grinned, wiping her chin.

"Fuckin' unreal."

We collapsed, sweaty and spent, shifting into a tangle--legs scissored together, my thighs pressed to Daisy's, hers to Mom's, cocks and pussies brushing close, slick with cum and spit. This is it--our perfect chaos. I caught my breath, voice low and sultry, leaning into Mom's ear.

"Mom--whenever Dad's not home, I'm Brooke."

"We can be a throuple--fuck whenever we want."

"Your dirty laundry's mine--those used panties drive me wild."

She blinked, still buzzed, cum dripping from her cheek, her voice husky.

"Roolk... that's crazy hot."

I grinned, kissing her neck, slow and wet.

"Imagine it--me in your lace, fucking you senseless."

"Aunt Daisy's tongue on your clit while I pound you--our secret, Mommy."

Daisy slid closer, her tits brushing Mom's, voice dripping sex.

"Yeah, Skye--every time he's away, we're yours."

"I'll eat your pussy 'til you scream, and Brooke'll fill you up--cum dripping down your thighs."

"We'll wear your dirty panties, swap 'em, fuck in 'em--goddamn, it's filthy perfection."

Mom moaned soft, her resistance gone, eyes dark with lust.

"Oh--yes--let's do it."

"I want you both--every chance we get."

"Wear my panties, Brooke--fuck me in 'em, lick me clean--keep it ours."

I growled, cock twitching, kissing her deep--tongue plunging in, tasting cum and her heat.

"Fuck, Mommy--you're our slut now."

"Gonna dress up, bury my cock in you--your dirty lace on my skin, your pussy soaking me."

"No one'll know--our nasty little heaven."

Daisy joined, kissing Mom's tits, sucking a nipple slow.

"Skye, you're our goddess--gonna worship you."

"Tongue-fuck you 'til you're dripping, then watch Brooke cum all over you--fuck, I'm wet just thinking it."

Mom arched, moaning loud, her hands pulling us close.

"Yes--yes--fuck me whenever he's gone."

"Brooke, your cock--Daisy, your mouth--gonna cum so hard for you."

"Dirty laundry's ours--wear it, fuck me in it--our secret's too hot to stop."

We kissed again--deep, filthy, tongues swirling cum and lust, bodies pressed tight in that scissor tangle, slick and satisfied. Fuck, we're a throuple--gonna bang 'til we break, and it's ours forever. The morning sun warmed us--Brooke, Daisy, Skye--a trio sealed in sweat and sin, a happily-ever-after dripping with sex.