Chapter 13

The next morning, I awoke with June and Mum, their legs draped across mine and each other’s. June pressed against my right side and Mum to my left. It was a bright, beautiful Sunday morning and the sun came powerfully through the blinds of June’s bedroom window ... now mine, too. My sister opened her eyes and smiled at me, kissing my bare chest while Mum sucked on my neck, giving me a hickey.

“Good morning, handsome,” June told me, rubbing my morning wood as Mum began kissing my left shoulder.

“Good morning, love ... my wonderful son!” Mum exclaimed.

Mum stretched herself atop me, pressing her bosom against my chest as she kissed me deeply, her tongue swirling in my mouth. June giggled beside me, her fingers wrapping around my cock in slow, teasing strokes.

“Let your mother ride you,” June urged me as she guided my cock toward Mum’s twat.

Mum sighed, lowering herself onto me, her slick heat enveloping me inch by inch. Her lips trembled as she took me fully inside, rolling her hips in slow circles to savor the stretch. June shifted behind her, gripping Mum’s hips and spreading her cheeks wide. She leaned in, her tongue tracing teasing circles around Mum’s tight little hole before pressing insistently against it. Mum gasped, arching her back as June’s tongue delved deeper, her fingers kneading the soft flesh of Mum’s arse.

The morning air was thick with the sounds of wetness—June’s tongue working between Mum’s cheeks, Mum’s breathy moans as she rocked against me, the slick slap of skin on skin. The scent of musk and arousal mingled with the golden sunlight spilling across the tangled sheets. June pulled away just long enough to spit into her palm before pressing a slippery finger alongside her tongue, stretching Mum open further, coaxing low, shuddering whimpers from her throat.

Mum rode me harder, her hips pistoning in desperate rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She clutched my face between her hands, kissing me hungrily—teeth scraping lips, tongues tangling—as June lapped at her from behind. The dual sensations drove Mum wild; her thighs trembled around me, her cunt clenching tight as she chased her peak, torn between the fullness inside her and the wicked heat behind her.

Then, with a gasping laugh, June pushed Mum off me, their bodies slick with sweat as they switched places. June straddled me, sinking down onto my cock with a groan, her thighs flexing as she ground against me. Mum wasted no time—she knelt behind June, spreading her cheeks wide, her tongue flicking against June’s puckered hole before delving deep. June arched, crying out, her nails digging into my chest as Mum’s tongue worked her open, her own hips rolling in slow, sinuous circles atop me.

I came inside June at last as she climaxed in response to Mum’s tongue, her body clamping down around me in pulsing waves. She threw her head back with a ragged moan, her cunt milking every last drop from me as Mum’s fingers replaced her tongue, thrusting in time with my fading spurts. June shuddered, collapsing forward onto my chest, her breath hot against my skin as Mum leaned over her, kissing her shoulder, her neck—her lips tracing a slow, possessive path back to mine.

We lay tangled and spent for a while, sticky with sweat and cum, until Mum finally sighed and stretched.

“Come on, loves,” she murmured, pulling June up by the hand. “Shower.”

We staggered to our feet, legs unsteady, and relieved ourselves in the toilet—June giggling as she watched me piss, Mum playfully swatting her arse before pulling her close for a lazy kiss. The air smelled of sex and sleep, our bodies humming with satisfaction as we shuffled toward the shower.

The steam curled around us as we crowded beneath the spray, water sluicing away the stickiness between our thighs. June soaped her hands first, lathering Mum’s breasts while I worked the shampoo through June’s hair, my fingers massaging her scalp as she sighed and leaned into me. Mum turned, pressing her slick body against mine, her nipples hard against my chest as she reached behind to grip June’s hips, pulling her closer until we were a tangled, slippery mess of limbs.

We took turns, washing each other with slow, teasing strokes—June’s fingers tracing the curve of my arse, Mum’s palms sliding down my thighs to cup my balls, her thumb brushing over my half-hard cock. I returned the favor, squeezing June’s breasts as I kissed her neck, my other hand slipping between Mum’s legs to rub slow circles over her clit. The water ran hot, but the heat between us burned hotter, our breaths mingling in the humid air as we touched, explored, worshipped.

June whimpered when Mum’s fingers replaced mine, her hips jerking forward as Mum teased her to the edge again. “Fuck—please,” June gasped, her nails scraping my shoulders as I bit her earlobe. Mum chuckled darkly, pressing two fingers inside June, curling them just right to make her cry out, her knees buckling against my thigh. I caught her before she could slip, pinning her between Mum and me, my cock nudging at her entrance as Mum’s fingers worked her open.

We exited the shower once cleansed and rinsed to dry each other off, towels dragging lazily over damp skin—June’s breath hitched when Mum’s towel grazed her nipples, still sensitive from earlier. Mum smirked, deliberately slow as she patted the water from between June’s thighs, her thumb brushing June’s clit just to watch her squirm. I took my time too, kissing droplets from Mum’s collarbone while June knelt to dry my legs, her lips following the towel’s path up my calves.