Chapter 20

Mom and Vicky chatted through texts daily, but no mention was made of scheduling another attempt. We didn’t pressure her and thought maybe she had changed her mind concerning her pregnancy.

The following Tuesday, after I’d taken Camila to school, I returned to find Monica in bed, nude, her hands holding her large breasts. “I’m sorry, baby. Could you ease the pressure again?” she pleaded, her voice heavy with anguish.

“Love to,” I replied, resting on the side of the bed. I leaned down and replaced her hand with mine as my mouth latched onto her nipple. Milk flowed freely, as I gently massaged and squeezed her taut breast.

After a moment, I heard the front door open and close, knowing it had to be Mom. Her footsteps echoed down the hall before she greeted us warmly, “Good morning. It looks like my son is receiving his morning feeding.”

Her giggling spread to Monica who replied, “He’s a lifesaver. Would you do me a favor and milk him while he takes care of me?”

“Of course,” Mom smiled and quickly unbuckled me, pulling my pants and shorts off. After a few strokes, she engulfed my prick with her mouth. While Mom savored my cock, I milked my wife, filling the room with a combination of slurping noises.

When the flow dwindled, I released her nipple and said, “Mom, I need to move over to the other side of the bed to drain her other one.”

Mom released me, stood, walked to the other side of the bed, leaned down, and said, “I have a better idea. I’ll take care of your wife while you stick that hard cock into my horny pussy.”

Monica asked, “Are you sure, Melissa? He can drain me and fuck you properly afterward.”

“No need,” Mom replied and latched her mouth onto Monica’s turgid tip. After sucking for a bit, she pulled off to say, “Who knows better how to milk a breast than a mother. I’ll have you drained by the time my son fills my pussy.”

Mom continued to milk my wife as I moved behind her, flipping her hemline onto her back and jabbing my spear into her soaked slot. She grunted when I bottomed out, her squeezing pussy welcoming my cock. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady so she could continue draining my wife’s breast.

While one of Mom’s hands coaxed the milk to flow, her other hand moved down Monica’s body until her fingers dipped into my wife’s pussy. Monica groaned and mewed, “God, that feels good.”

Mom’s pussy quivered with excitement as I thrust deeply, my body slapping against her soft ass cheeks. For the next ten minutes, I hammered her gripping glove. It was pure bliss, knowing the two women I love most were filled with ecstatic pleasure.

Mom’s pussy trembled and began compressing, triggering my orgasm. “I’m ready to fill your pussy, Mom. It’s so fucking tight and wet!”

Monica exclaimed, “I’m ready, too. Rub my clit, Melissa.”

When the first spurt escaped from my tip, Mom’s pussy collapsed around my shaft. She released her mouth from Monica’s tit and grunted as her body tensed and shook, her fingers squeezing Monica’s clit.

Monica groaned, her hips bouncing as she came on Mom’s fingers. “I’m cumming!” she wailed with delight.

Finished with draining Monica’s breast, Mom’s pussy expertly milked my prick as I pushed through her convulsing, contracting cunt. When our orgasms subsided, all three of us gasped for air, recovering from our sexual bout.

Mom moved forward, pulling her drenched pussy off my cock, and settled down on her side beside Monica while I flopped onto the bed, snuggling up to my wife. Mom’s and my hand caressed Monica’s belly, consoling her spent body.

After several moments, Monica asked, “How’s it going with Vicky?”

Mom recounted our last time with her, and as she finished, Monica’s expression revealed a clear understanding of how to proceed.

“I can understand her hesitation,” Monica said thoughtfully. “She wants her child to be conceived with love and emotion, not through a cold, clinical procedure. That’s why she asked to watch you two make love, desiring the same.”

“You’re right,” Mom agreed. “I think she’s still afraid of becoming close to Sam because of his love for you and me. I have an idea that might help sway her.”

Monica expressed, “Do whatever you think best and Sam, you have to show her the same affection and love that you share with me and your mother. I’m not asking you to fall in love with her, but she needs to experience the same level of love. Will you do it for me and your mother, baby?”

“Of course, I’ll do whatever it takes to fulfill her dreams,” I promised.

“Great, I’ll set it up,” Mom said. “Her cycle is starting in a day or two, so I’m going to try for Friday night. Sam, we’ll need you to abstain from sex until then, in the hopes that she wants to move forward with her plans.”

That afternoon, Mom texted Vicky, asking her to go out to dinner Friday evening. Several hours later she received confirmation. For the days leading up to our meeting, Mom attended to Monica’s breastfeeding needs, not wanting to torture me with blue balls.

Vicky arrived on time Friday evening, dressed in her usual drab, conservative attire. After greeting us, Mom ordered, “Sam, take your shower and get dressed. I want to talk with Vicky for a bit.”

I turned and walked to our bedroom, a wide smile spreading across my face as I thought about Mom’s plans. After a leisurely shower and dressing, I waited thirty minutes, as Mom had previously informed me the amount of time she needed.

When I finally joined them in the living room, I froze in my tracks, my eyes locking on the transformed Vicky. Her flowing, silky hair framed her face, now perfectly made up. Her glasses were gone, and her lips curved into a radiant smile under my admiring gaze. The finishing touch was her striking red lipstick, completing her sexy look.

“You’re absolutely stunning!” I exclaimed, my eyes drinking in her short sundress, hugging her lithe, curvy body. I recognized it as one of Lisa’s, figuring Mom must have borrowed it from my sister. I smiled, seeing her braless tits pressed against the material, the outlines of her nipples showing.

She blushed and replied, “Thanks, Sam. Shall we head out? Melissa tells me it’s just you and me.”

As I extended my arm, she gracefully took it, and I guided her toward the car, anxious to follow my wife’s instructions. On the drive over, her skirt drifted higher, revealing her creamy, toned legs, rarely exposed to the sun as a result of her normal attire. I glanced several times and noted, “Your legs are beautiful. You should wear shorter skirts more often.”

She blushed and stammered, “Thanks. I don’t get out very often anymore and saw no need to. I do appreciate your frankness, but they can’t compare to your mother’s, which are very sexy.”

“Well, Mom always said I was a leg man,” I replied, giggling, lightening the mood.

After assisting her out of the car, I guided her into the restaurant and provided the hostess with our names. She escorted us to a romantic table that Mom had thoughtfully reserved, a setting adorned with a glowing candle and a single red rose that perfectly matched Vicky’s lipstick.

Once I held her chair and gently helped her settle in, I took my seat across from her and remarked, “Mom did a great job choosing this restaurant, didn’t she? It’s a really lovely setting.”

“It truly is,” she agreed, her eyes warm with admiration. “Your mother never fails to impress me. It’s no wonder you love her so deeply.”

After we ordered and began eating, our conversation flowed effortlessly, her mood growing playfully flirty in response to my affectionate gestures. Midway through, I reached across the table, gently took her hand, and said, “I’ve been remiss in telling you just how beautiful you look. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Thank you so much,” she replied, her radiant smile lighting up with delight. “Though I have to give credit to your mother. Her expertise in making me up is unmatched.”

“She did an amazing job, but what I’m referring to goes far deeper than appearances. Your alluring eyes radiate warmth, making me feel truly at ease, and your radiant smile sends my heart racing with excitement. It’s a perfect reflection of your caring, loving personality, and I’m truly honored to share this evening with you.”

She blushed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she responded, “You’re making me blush. It feels strange hearing your compliments, knowing how deeply you love your mom and wife. How do you manage that dynamic with them?”

“It’s actually quite simple,” I explained. “My love for them remains unwavering. They’ve always encouraged me to express my feelings openly, even toward other beautiful women. Jealousy has never been an issue for us because our relationship is built on honesty and trust.”

“It sounds almost utopian, but it seems to work for you. Since we’re being honest, what really makes my heart flutter is when your eyes meet mine and I can see your desire for me, making me feel special.”

Her lips curled into a sly smirk as she teased, “And don’t think I haven’t caught you sneaking glances at my nipples pressed against my blouse, which incidentally, have been hard all night from your staring.”

I giggled and admitted, “Guilty, guess I’m more than a leg man.”

Our flirting continued to the end of the meal and she wrapped her arm through mine on the way out to the car, leaning her body against mine.

After parking the car and helping her out, we paused outside the front door, facing each other with our hands resting gently on each other’s waists. The moonlight dancing across her smiling face, coupled with her full lips illuminated by the soft glow, invited me for a kiss.

Before I could act, she asked, “What would your wife say about kissing another woman?”

She sexily swiped her tongue across her full lips.

“My wife and mother would admonish me if I didn’t properly reward my date,” I answered, leaning in and kissing her gently, our lips brushing lightly. The soft, sensuous touching lasted several seconds before her tongue quickly ran across my lips before retreating. Thinking she was finished, I released her succulent lips and pulled back a few inches.

Maintaining eye contact, one of her hands rose and held the back of my head, pulling me tightly to her open mouth. Her lust-filled eyes displayed her excited condition as her tongue darted into my mouth, searching for mine. While we French kissed, my hands ran up and down her back. She moaned in my mouth as our kiss intensified, hot air escaping our nostrils. I hugged her tightly, pressing her heaving breasts into my chest.

After several more minutes, she pulled back, her wide smile displaying her pleasure. When we entered and Mom greeted us with a light hug, Vicky turned to me and firmly stated, “Sam, please wait in the bedroom. I want to discuss something with your mother.”

Mom’s reassuring smile and nod were all I needed to follow Vicky’s request without hesitation or the need for explanations. While I waited, my angst grew as to what they were discussing. Finally, Vicky entered, closed the door behind her, and sashayed toward me with sultry grace, her hands settling on my waist.

“Is Mom joining us?” I asked, unable to decipher her expression.

“No,” she answered, teasing me by not elaborating.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, hopeful she wanted to continue from our kiss.

While her fingers unbuttoned my shirt, she replied, “First, I’m going to strip you, then you’re going to make love to me like you would your wife or mother.”

I kicked off my shoes and lifted my feet one at a time to remove my socks as she pulled off my shirt. I waited, allowing her to unbuckle my belt and shove down my pants and underwear. My prick bounced out, semi-hard, but stiffened as her hand wrapped around it. “Ever since that first time I came on your marvelous cock, I’ve masturbated every night, reliving that moment.”

I kissed her and replied, “Tonight, we’ll fulfill all your desires.”

Stroking my cock with one hand, her other ran through my chest hair while leaning in to kiss me. With our mouths locked together, I reached up and slid the straps off her shoulders, dropping her dress to land on top of my clothes. Goosebumps popped up on her flesh as my hands explored her stomach before moving upward and cupping her baseball-sized breasts. I gently squeezed and flicked her rock-hard nipples with my thumbs.

She groaned and softly asked, “They’re too small, aren’t they?”

“Not at all. Never be ashamed of your body. They’re perfect as you are,” I assured her.

“It’s hard not to feel inadequate, seeing the large, perfect breasts on your Mom and wife. Even your sister appears to be bigger,” she remarked.

“Lisa’s are actually the same size as yours, and I shared the same sentiments when she voiced her concerns,” I replied.

Her body stiffened and her eyes flickered as if pieces of a puzzle aligned together. “She’s carrying your baby, isn’t she?” she raspily asked.

“Yes, she is,” I replied, feeling her body tense with excitement.

Her hand stroked my cock faster as she kissed me again. “That’s so fucking hot!” she exclaimed. “Does Hank know? Do you still make love to her?” she asked in rapid succession.

“He knows and no, we discontinued having sex when she met Hank. We agreed that she wouldn’t feel right continuing with our relationship. He’s okay, knowing her baby is mine, and is actually a little turned on by it.”

Her hand gripped my cock tighter as her breath shortened, becoming even more excited. “Fuck me the way you took Lisa the first time. If she’s going to be my sister-in-law, I want to experience everything she has. It’ll allow me to connect with her better.”

I kissed her again, one of my hands lowering, exploring her smooth abdomen, and finally ending on her mound. I grabbed tufts of her sparse, silky pussy hair and gently pulled.

She gasped and whispered, “Sorry, I should have shaved for you.”

“No,” I replied adamantly. “I love a hairy pussy. In fact, before Lisa and I became involved, she asked me whether I preferred a bush or not. She kept hers unshaven, knowing I liked it.”

Her body trembled as my fingers dipped into her wet slot. “Fuck me now!” she exclaimed. “I’m so fucking horny!”

I smiled, guided her to the bed, and gently pushed her face down. Gripping her waist, I pulled her rearward while lifting her. Once in position, I stroked her long, slender legs, gently edging them outward, opening her wet pussy.

She rested her head sideways on the mattress and asked, “Jesus, you fucked her doggy-style the first time?”

“I didn’t have much choice,” I replied. “She was busy sucking on my wife’s pussy.”

Her hips jolted back as she gasped and uttered, “Too bad we couldn’t repeat that, too.”

Seating my prick, already coated with my pre-cum, I shoved in a few inches, splitting her tight, slick walls. I gripped her ass cheeks and fed my cock into her hungry hole, my bloated head spreading her folds. She moaned as her hands gripped the edges of the bed, bracing herself for a pummeling.

I stroked in and out, advancing deeper every few strokes until her pussy relented and accepted my thick cock. She gasped for air and when my balls nudged against her mound, she grunted and exclaimed, “I’m so full of cock. It’s an unbelievable feeling. Fuck me hard and fast, just like you did your sister.”

I rapidly thrust in and out of her velvety, snug channel that squeezed and clung to my prick. My thoughts drifted to anything other than what I was doing so I wouldn’t blow my load when her first climax hit.

Fortunately, after a dozen more strokes, her cunt clenched and flooded my cock with her juices. Between gasps of air, she yelped, “Fuck, I’m cumming on your big cock. It feels better than the first time.”

After her contractions diminished, I paused, allowing my cock to bathe in her warm oven, the threat of my own climax no longer a threat.

When her breathing returned to normal, I watched my cum-coated cock as I withdrew it from her clasping cunt. Pushing her forward, until she was flat, I flipped her over, spread her legs, and crawled between them.

Her gaze locked onto my wagging cock as she raised her knees and flopped them outward, opening herself for me. “Did Lisa cum as hard as I did?”

“She didn’t get the chance to climax because Monica wanted her to experience a more intimate position for her first time with a man,” I replied.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “You took her virginity and impregnated her?” Her hips bounced up, eager to cum on my cock again.

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t know she was my sister at the time. I’ll explain more later. Right now, I need to fill you with a big load of sperm,” I replied, inching forward until my slippery snake slithered into her hole.

As I leaned down, my cock slid in, her walls as tight and clingy as before. Her expression filled with joy as I shoved my thick prick to the bottom of her gripping glove. I kissed her, while my hands wrapped around her tits, my fingertips pinching and twisting her rock-hard nipples. She groaned in my mouth as I furiously fucked her.

There wasn’t any holding back, no delaying my climax as I put all my energy into plowing into her soaked slot. Her juices splattered out each time I slammed into her body. Her arms embraced me, her nails digging into my flesh as her body writhed and twisted beneath me. She pulled her mouth off mine and gasped for air.

Between breaths, she screeched, “The pleasure is unbelievable! My pussy is ready to explode. Finish me off and plant a baby in me!”

I chuckled inwardly as she wrapped her legs around me, just like Mom had done when she watched us make love. Digging her heels in, she lifted her body to meet mine, my prick slamming against her cervix each time. My hips were like a pendulum, my cock sawing in and out of her quivering quim, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Remembering Monica’s words, I locked my mouth onto hers, her lust-filled eyes staring deep into mine. When she felt my body shake and my cock swell, her pupils dilated as her pussy convulsed rapidly. Slamming my prick into her, a strong stream of baby-batter shot out, gushing through her cervical opening and flooding her fertile womb, my vigorous sperm instinctively seeking out her eggs.

With each spurt, her pussy reciprocated in squeezing tightly, ensuring she received every ounce of semen. Her eyes conveyed the ultimate blissfulness flowing through her body and mine mirrored hers. After my prick ceased jerking, her pussy squeezed one final time, before relaxing.

I buried my prick to the hilt and paused, plugging her hole, keeping our fluids inside her soaked pussy.

“Thank you so much,” she mewed, her hands holding the sides of my head, kissing me gently.

“That was fantastic. You’re a wonderful lover and will be a loving, caring mother,” I attested.

After ten minutes, I rolled off her, fearing my weight would cause her discomfort. She immediately rolled on top of me, kissing me several times, before resting her head beside mine.

“When I explained to your mother that I wanted to make love to you, do you know what she said?” she asked.

“Either good luck or congratulations,” I replied, with a slight giggle.

“No, silly,” she replied, playfully poking me in the ribs. She rose to look me in the eyes and continued, “She’s staying the night at Monica’s and told me you were mine for the night, to do whatever I wanted.”

“That sounds about right,” I replied.

“Really?” she asked. “Did you spend the night with every client?”

“When we first started, I only stayed long enough to fertilize them, but when the clients became a combination fantasy-fulfilling and impregnation service, I’d spend the first night with them and of course, any family member,” I explained.

“Family? Other than your Mom, isn’t it just Lisa?” she asked, her brows raising.

“Well, there was my aunt and now you. Mom and my wife both consider you family, so it’s not surprising,” I replied.

“That sounds like some interesting stories. You have all night to describe them in full. Were the women’s fantasies about mothers and sons?” she asked.

“Mostly. However, one of our clients was a wealthy woman whom Lisa and I helped join with her brother,” I explained.

Her smile grew as she said, “Tonight, I want you to make love to me in every position you’ve done with Lisa.”

“So, you want to be my sister for the night? And I’m your brother?” I asked.

The lust in her eyes shifted to worry, as if afraid I might uncover something she was hiding. I replied before she could back out, “I’d love to do that. From now on, you’re my sibling and I’ll show you exactly how a brother treats a sexy, horny, older sister.”

Her smile returned, happy that I was on board to entertain her fantasies.

Her stamina and insatiable hunger for sex matched Lisa’s and I found it hard to keep up with her. After each sexual bout, we’d rest for an hour or so before moving on to a different position. Ensuring I called her ‘Sis’ initially, I transitioned to calling her Lisa later on, her excitement elevating each time. At six in the morning, after another coupling, we took a bathroom break and collapsed in bed, her on top of me.

Both of us exhausted, we didn’t stir until Mom shook Vicky, still melded on top of me. “Good morning sleepyheads. How about some lunch?”

My eyelids flickered until Mom’s joyful face came into view. I asked, “Lunch? How late is it?”

“Almost noon,” she replied, giggling.

“Hi Melissa,” Vicky chirped. “Thanks so much for letting us sleep in. Your son kept me up all night, not that I’m complaining.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Mom said. “Hopefully, you’re pregnant from it. But if not, we’ll keep trying until we succeed. I’ll be in the kitchen getting ready. See you two soon.”

“We’ll be out in about twenty minutes, Mom,” I replied.

After she left, I turned to Vicky and asked, “Do you want me to show you another position Lisa and I did together? It involves the shower.”

“Definitely!” she exclaimed, kissing me. After she jumped off the bed, I admired the backside of her lithe sexy body as she traipsed into the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before I was pounding her pussy, her back against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around me. When my thoughts drifted to when Lisa and I had fucked in the shower, my prick hardened. I pulled her body down onto my cock as I thrust hard into her clinging cunt. She orgasmed twice before I intensified my attack, ready to blow my load into her battered pussy.

When she neared her climax, I slowed and asked, “Are you ready for your brother to fill you with sperm?”

“Yes, little bro, cum in me,” she chanted, her breasts heaving rapidly.

“Who do you want to sperm you, Lisa?” I asked.

“You, my brother,” she murmured.

“Which brother?” I asked, pausing my stroking.

She humped her hips, trying to bring herself off, begging, “You Sam, fuck me hard.”

“Sam isn’t your brother,” I stated, jabbed in deeply, and paused again.

“Hank!” she screamed. “Fuck me hard, Hank!”

I rewarded her, fucking her fast and hard as her pussy snapped shut, her orgasm sweeping through her. My cannon shot off a series of salvos, filling her spasming cavern with my load of cum. Her convulsions felt even stronger than normal, probably as a result of her lustful declaration for her brother.

When finished, I kissed her and taking notice of her beet-red face, I didn’t mention her confession. After drying, we joined Mom in the kitchen, who was finishing preparing lunch.

After serving us, she sat down, idly picking at her meal while smiling and watching us eagerly devour ours, exhausted and ravenous from our all-night, intense workout. “Sounds like you two had a fun time in the shower,” she chirped, grinning widely.

“I highly recommend it, if you haven’t tried it,” Vicky said, her sexy smirk reflecting her pleasure.

Mom gave her the same look she’s given me as if to say, “Really?”

Vicky blushed and replied, “Of course you have. All this is so new to me. I’d never envisioned that a family could be so open and loving. You’ll have to excuse me for acting so naively.”

“You’re family, now,” Mom asserted. “There’s nothing we won’t do for you. If you two think you can take a break, would you mind taking Camila for a walk through the park today while I take care of Monica? This evening I’d like to go out and eat.”

“Sounds great, Mom,” I replied.

“I’m all for that,” Vicky said with a smile. “My legs are a bit stiff and could use a good stretch after being wrapped around your son most of the night.”

Mom chuckled, relating to her experience.

After visiting with Monica for a while, Vicky and I took Camila out for the afternoon. Camila took to Vicky right away and held her hand while we toured the park, taking in the gardens. By the time we decided to turn around, they were close friends, giggling and chatting.

When we returned, we spent some time conversing with Monica, Camila resting on her new best friend’s lap. Mom had already left for her house and when the time arrived to get ready for dinner, we bid Monica and Camila farewell and walked back to join Mom.

I dressed first while Mom and Vicky remained in the living room. When I returned, they set off to get ready. Their voices, filled with laughter and chatter, drifted from the bedroom as I waited anxiously.

As they paraded out, my wide smile reflected my approval of their outfits. Mom had chosen a floral sundress, one of my favorites, while Vicky was dressed in one of Lisa’s restaurant work ensembles. While the edges of Mom’s blue bra peeked out of the plunging neckline, the outlines of Lisa’s nipples were clearly visible and pressed against her thin blouse.

“You both look stunning!” I exclaimed, my eyes moving between the two of them. “Mom, you are one hot milf, and Vicky, you look absolutely radiant in Lisa’s outfit!”

Mom smiled warmly, while Vicky blushed, still unaccustomed to such flattery. They both responded with a simple, “Thanks.” Linking their arms with mine, I held them close and guided them toward the car.

By the time we arrived, it was nearly eight, and the parking lot was packed. As I walked them to the entrance, Mom observed, “Good thing I made reservations. It looks crowded.”

She gave our name to the hostess, and fortunately, our table was ready. It was a semi-circle booth, with Vicky sliding in first. I settled in beside her, and Mom took the seat on my other side.

After taking our order, Mom and Vicky struck up a conversation. While they talked, my hands disappeared underneath the table, seeking and landing on the nearest leg of each. I stroked up and down their soft, smooth flesh, easily venturing higher, due to them ensuring their hemlines were raised. While I squeezed their upper thighs, they smiled and continued talking, as if I wasn’t there.

When the food arrived, I removed my right hand from Vicky’s leg to eat while keeping my left hand on Mom’s thigh. Vicky’s left arm dove under the table, her fingers deftly unzipping me and freeing my stiff prick. While she pumped my cock, my fingers crept through Mom’s hairy mound, my fingers diving into her pussy.

Her breathing increased and before she climbed too high, I eased off, content with caressing her upper thigh. She smiled and her lustful look signaled her horny condition. When I’d finished my meal, I moved my right arm underneath and pulled Vicky’s hand off my cock. When my hand squeezed her thigh, her hand landed on mine, guiding me higher.

I cupped her pussy, squeezing her mound, pressing her juicy labia together. She moaned and smiled sexily at me, slowly taking a bite of food off her fork, before running her tongue seductively across her lips.

Memories of dining out with Mom resurfaced as I turned to Vicky and said, “Mom might not have mentioned it, but the outfit you’re wearing used to belong to Lisa when she worked as a waitress. That was before we discovered she was Mom’s daughter. She was quite the flirt, her long, shapely legs really caught my attention.”

She gasped as my fingers played with her folds, and replied, “That’s amazing. Tell more about it.”

Mom snuck her hand underneath and wrapped it around my hard cock. She squeezed and stroked it, twisting my mushroom-shaped cap every other time. My breath became ragged as she jacked me off. “I think Mom can tell it better than me,” I said, between pants.

Vicky squirmed around as my fingers dug into her horny pussy, scraping her sensitive sides.

As Mom related the scenes where we teased Lisa with our exhibitions, Vicky’s pussy leaked, turned on by Mom’s story. My prick was taking a thorough beating from Mom’s tight hand as she described in intimate detail how I fingered her pussy.

When Mom finally reached the part where I brought her off with Aunt Rachel sitting across from us, I squeezed and stroked Vicky’s engorged clit, until her face scrunched up, her climax taking hold. She covered her mouth with her hand, groaning and moaning as my fingers fucked her spasming slot.