Triplets and Mom

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Notes:

This story is a sequel to “Triplets.”

All participants are eighteen or over.

This isn’t real – at least, as far as I know.

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It was a Saturday when we finally decided to take advantage of the drunken sluttiness of our mom. Unfortunately, since our first threesome, our mom was actually drinking more than she was fucking. She would say stuff like, “I need to build up my courage to leave (or meet guys or whatever,)” or “This is my pre-funk.” She bought big plastic bottles of booze and made cocktails that were more alcohol than mixer. About half the time she passed out on the couch or in her bed instead of going out.

When she passed out on the couch, she was completely out. If she didn’t have her legs open so I could look up her short skirts, I would often move one out of the way. Sometimes she would moan and shift her position when I did that, most of the times not. Regardless, I got to look at her pussy with its deep black bush. My sisters and I would usually help her to her feet — she worked with us once we started to seriously move her around — and get her to her bed. Sometimes she was too dead drunk and we just left her on the couch. Always, though, we made certain that she was on her side in case she puked, which happened occasionally, so she wouldn’t choke on it. We also made certain there was a towel under her head so it was easier to clean up the mess. While the three of us helped her to bed or adjusted her, I usually grabbed a tit surreptitiously. They were bigger but softer than my sisters’. Since I was doing it without permission in addition to her being my mother, it was even more deliciously forbidden and naughty.

The three of us were sitting in our bedroom one night while our mom was on her fifth martini when Kiki decided it was time. Mom didn’t have any vermouth or olives so she was just drinking cheap vodka out of a martini glass; the first few were chilled but then she stopped doing even that. “We should do her,” my busty strawberry blonde sister said. She was wearing tight jean shorts and a tight t-shirt with the Grateful Dead logo on it. The clothing brought out her curvy figure. Her blonde hair was done in pigtails.

“What?” Eliza said sharply. She had on a broomhandle skirt, the folds going down to her ankles, and a loose button up top. Her hair was a cascade of flames down over her shoulders. The two of them had gotten into this butch/femme thing.

“You know you’ve thought of it,” Kiki said. “And we certainly know she’s thought of it, at least with Joe.” We’d heard my mom call out my name several times in the heat of passion, and occasionally to tell her man of the evening to “fuck mommy.”

I was silent and the girls were ignoring me. My part in this was a given, I guess. If Kiki convinced Eliza, we would do it and I would go along. If not, I would just continue copping the occasional feel of my mom’s tits and looking up her skirts and then fucking my sisters.

“I don’t think we should fuck our mom,” Eliza said.

“You said that about fucking me,” Kiki rebutted, and Eliza turned red under her freckles. While I had black hair and relatively swarthy skin, my triplet sisters had pale, freckled skin and reddish blonde hair, with matching fire crotches to boot. Any kind of blushing on their faces looked like a housefire on white sheet rock. It might have embarrassed Eliza to talk about it, but I knew she was completely enthralled to Kiki in bed. Kiki bossed us both around and, in all things sexual, Eliza had become the submissive partner to her sister. Technically, one could say I was submissive to both of them, doing whatever either of them told me. Actually, though, I just didn’t care what we did; I was happy to keep getting laid by two hot girls. And the fact they were my triplet sisters and this was very, very wrong made it just that much better.

I realized I had been zoning out and Eliza, biting her lip, had said something. “What?” I asked.

“I said,” Eliza hissed, glaring at Kiki, “What would we do with her?”

“What do you want to do?” Kiki hissed back.

“I don’t want to do anything. You’re the one who wants to rape our mom while she’s drunk.”

“It’s not rape if she consents.”

“She can’t consent while she’s drunk.”

“She does it all the time.” And with Kiki’s statement, they were at an impasse.

“What would you do with her?” Eliza asked, finally.

“Fist her,” was the quick reply. Kiki had tried to fist Eliza multiple times with no success; she had become almost obsessed with it. Eliza’s pussy was simply too tight and Kiki’s knuckles, small as they were, too large. We’d tried different kinds of lube, watched videos on it, even got the book, “A Hand in the Bush,” but no luck. Kiki was disappointed and Eliza felt bad that she couldn’t give this experience to her sister and lover. They’d even gone so far as to try changing places, Eliza fisting Kiki. Kiki had said that having it done to her was almost as good as her küçükçekmece escort doing it to Eliza, but that didn’t work out either. In this case, I didn’t know whether Kiki was purposely playing on Eliza’s guilt to manipulate her into agreeing to fuck our mom, but I could see on Eliza’s face that it was working.

Eliza changed the subject, turning to me. “What about you, Joe?” she asked. “What would you do to her?” No question of whether I would fuck our mother, just what I would do. I didn’t know if she was skipping the question of “whether” because she thought I was a hound or a pervert or because she knew I would do what they decided. Well, I had a surprise for them.

“I would tie her up.” They both looked at me, open mouthed, surprised. We’d never talked about bondage but I was obsessed with it. Well, I was obsessed with anal sex and ass to mouth, too, but we did that all the time — bondage was something I hadn’t told them about. “Then I’d spank that big ass, maybe with a paddle,” I had a ping pong paddle I’d bought for when I could paddle a girl, maybe one of my sisters, “and maybe those big tits too.”

I waited, unsure of myself, unsure what my sisters would think of my perverted fetish. Finally, Kiki swallowed and said, “Well, that’s hot.”

Eliza seemed to agree and also to realize my discomfort of coming out as someone who wanted to do BDSM. “How come you never asked to tie us up?”

I tried to answer, but I just couldn’t.

“Yeah, brother,” Kiki returned to her old, horny, mischievous self. “I’d be down for being tied up. I don’t know about being spanked or paddled, but you could tie me up and fuck me. Actually, I’d let you spank me while you fucked me while I was tied up.” The girls’ reactions had me elated. I started thinking what I would do to them and when we could do it and how to do it. I already had the rope, too. I’d bought some nice quarter inch, black, cotton rope and I had practiced knots and even tied up one of my own arms to try it out. But that wasn’t what was on the table right now.

“So, you fist her and Joe ties her up and whatever,” Eliza continued, “which he could totally do to us,” she said as a side note. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, I don’t know.” Kiki turned the tables. “What would you want to do to or have done by a big-titted, big-assed MILF, or your mom, or both?”

Eliza thought; I could feel the seconds tick by. “I’d wanna make her scream like she does with all those guys,” she said finally. That was kind of a downer, a statement filled with the pathos of our existence, our mother leaving us every time she could to pick up some guy and bring them home to fuck her, ignoring the fact that we were there.

Kiki looked her exact copy soberly in the eye. “Let’s do this,” she said finally. Eliza nodded her head.

We’d fallen behind. Mom’s plastic half-gallon vodka bottle was empty and she had a fifth of Cuervo tequila out. It had been a gift from some guy and she was drinking it straight from a glass. Mom looked more like me than the twins with coal black hair which she’d curled so it stood out from her head like a black halo. Her huge tits were covered by a sleeveless pink blouse with decorative folds in the front and a V-neck that showed her ample cleavage. A black stretch miniskirt fit her wide hips and big ass like a second skin, going down to mid-thigh, leaving her legs bare down to her black heels. She’d applied heavy makeup, suitable for being visible in a nightclub — blue eye shadow, black eyeliner, rose red lipstick, but it couldn’t really hide how puffy her face looked from all the booze.

“Hey, mom,” Kiki said, “whatcha doin’?”

“I’m getting ready to go out tonight,” she said, barely slurring her words.

“By yourself?”

“I won’t be by myshelf for very long.” She giggled at her own joke.

“Mom, why don’t you stay in with us?” Kiki continued, ever fearless.

“Honey, mommy needs things.”

“You can get those things here,” Kiki purred.

Mom giggled again, like she was being clever and subtle about her plans. “I don’t think so.”

Kiki grabbed my arm. “Look, mom, here’s Joe. He can give you those things.”

My mother had an evil smile on her face as she looked at me blurrily, but she said nothing. I think she was drunk enough to want me but sober enough to resist saying it.

“Come on, we’ve heard you,” Kiki went for the kill. “You want Joe to give you those things.” Our mother seemed frozen, smile stuck on her face, trying to figure what was going on. Were her children mocking her? What did we want from her? “Help her with her shirt, Joe,” Kiki said and I stepped up and locked eyes with my mother. Was I supposed to kiss her? Instead, I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up gently. My mother hesitated a second and then lifted her well-manicured hands with matching pink nail polish above her head so I could peel it off.

Mom was wearing a black lace küçükyalı escort bra to support her huge tits. She had acres of cleavage and the bra showed just a hint of areola at the top of each cup. Mom’s shirt off, as her arms came down, Kiki pressed us in so that the two of us were in her embrace. I looked deeply into my mom’s bleary eyes. Next to me, Kiki pulled down the front of the bra on her side and started sucking our mother’s nipple. The MILF looked down in surprise. “Now, I don’t think…” she began, then, “Kiki, honey,…,” then “Aaahhh…” Behind us, practically instinctively as a teen girl, Eliza had pulled out her phone and was filming.

Next to me, I could feel Kiki doing something. Mom’s arms fell away and I stepped back to see Kiki, her blonde head with the pigtails sticking out sucking our mom’s nipple, had her hand up the older woman’s dress. The angle and the play of the muscles on Kiki’s arm showed she was shoving fingers into mom’s pussy. Mom reached over, picked up her glass and sipped her tequila, then moaned, resting her free hand gently on her daughter’s head. Kiki released her mother’s nipple and looked up at the older woman. “Joe has a game he wants to play.”

“What kind of game?” mom slurred breathlessly, sipping more tequila. She was apparently fine being finger banged by her daughter. I didn’t know if it was the booze or if she had fantasized about fucking her children, much as we had fantasized about fucking her.

“He wants to tie you up,” Kiki said matter-of-factly.

“Oooohhh,” my mother replied with a sultry tone.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Kiki continued, her arm, protruding from the tight skirt like mom had a huge dick between her legs, moving around as she continued to finger the older woman.

“Mmmm, so naughty. You kids are so naughty.” Kiki looked at me, her meaning clear. I ran into our room and grabbed the box with the rope and the paddle and some other stuff and ran back. It had only been a few seconds but Eliza had moved to the other side of mom from Kiki, mom’s bra on that side pulled down so she could also suck mom’s nipple. Eliza still had her phone up, though, now in selfie mode, filming herself, her sister and her mother. Mom had her eyes closed, one arm around each daughter.

“Stand up straight, mom,” Kiki instructed and Eliza helped her get mom straight up and down on her feet, still swaying. I didn’t think but got behind mom. I pulled her wrists behind her but, before I could do more, Kiki said, “Pop her bra, Joe.” I hesitated but then obeyed. I’d learned to undo bras on my sisters but, where theirs had two or three hooks, this one had five.

The two girls helped pull the garment off, Eliza saying, “Nice bra, mom. Can I borrow it some time?”

Mom, bare-chested now, her huge tits hanging out, looked her daughter in the face and reached up to caress it. “Oh, honey, it’sh too big for you.” With my mom naked from the waist up, I again pulled her arms behind her and quickly secured her wrists together, using knots I knew would tighten if they were pulled on. I had them pretty tight already so her wrists were starting to get pink around them.

“Come over here, mom,” Kiki said after I’d tied our mother’s arms, and guided her to the couch. “Lie here,” and she and Eliza helped drape her over the arm of the couch, her head in the pillows there, her tits lolling up towards her face, her big ass sticking straight up under her skirt. It wasn’t covered for long. Kiki pushed the black fabric up so that the skirt was bunched around her waist and a black lace thong was revealed. The blonde girl didn’t hesitate but pulled that down and over the black heels and off. I stared at my mom’s gaping, swollen pussy, and tight asshole, wreathed with black hair, sandwiched between her muscular yet soft thighs.

“Wait a minute,” mom started to protest. “Thish ishn’t…” I assume she was going to say, “right,” before Kiki shushed her. My triplet held mom’s panties up to her nose and sniffed them, then to Eliza, who did the same, though she looked unsure about it, then up to my nose. I got a snoot full of pussy, mom’s musk more intense than my sisters’, which I thought smelled fresh in comparison.

“Okay, Joe,” Kiki said. “There she is. What’re you going to do?” I thought hard about it. Do I start soft? But this might be my only chance at this. I got out the ping pong paddle. Mom couldn’t see it but my sisters could. Their eyes got big, but neither of them said anything. Kiki actually smiled toothily after a second.

I caressed the smooth, soft skin of my mom’s big ass, feeling the roundness. Then I lifted the paddle and smacked one big globe. It was maybe too hard, because mom yelled, “Ow!” loudly.

“Shhh…” both my sisters admonished.

“The neighbors might hear,” Kiki continued, whispering. I couldn’t stop myself. I lifted the paddle and smacked the other buttcheek again, even harder.

“Ow!” mom said kültür escort again, trying to get up, but Eliza, a wry grin on her face, just pushed her mother back down.

Smack! “Ow!”

Smack! “Ow!” Eliza was having to hold the middle-aged woman down and mom was squirming, her back with its arms tied twisting. She was kicking her legs up but I dodged and pushed her thighs down so she couldn’t lift them. A few more smacks and it was getting too loud. Kiki balled up mom’s panties and shoved them in the MILF’s mouth. Mom didn’t protest or try to push them out of her mouth with her tongue, just clamped down with her jaws. With each hit, she just kept yelling, “Ow!” muffled by the panties.

I was having a great time, holding the backs of my mother’s thighs in place right where they met her ass, smacking that big ass with the ping pong paddle, making her ass more and more red. Her butt was big enough that I had to vary the locations of the hits so that I could make the whole glorious thing red.

Kiki was watching, hand stroking her face as if thinking, then turned to our sister, “Get on your knees and eat her out.”

Eliza looked shocked. “What?! No! She’s our mother!”

“You know you want to,” Kiki replied calmly. Eliza seemed to have a war with herself, her conflict showing on her face, then walked to where I was. I stood off to the side and paused paddling our mother. “Take off your top,” Kiki instructed, fully in charge, before Eliza kneeled. Her triplet looked over at our sister, stuck her tongue out at her, then pulled her top over her head to reveal her milky white, freckled shoulders and white, patterned, cotton bra. Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off to reveal firm perky tits. I thought she was going to say something more to our sister but she just dropped to her knees, pulled our mother’s thighs apart, and stuck her nose deep in the woman’s pussy. I could see her jaw work as she started licking mom’s clit. Mom, for her part, relaxed completely, not struggling at all. “Mmmmmm,” she groaned around the gag. She stayed still, even when I started paddling her ass again, this time harder.

I got the big ass the dark red I wanted when Kiki returned from the kitchen and our room with a big bag. She pulled out a big thing of lube, coated her hand and started working it into mom’s cunt. Eliza adjusted her position so her head wasn’t in the way. Months of effort to fist Eliza hadn’t worked but it only took seconds for Kiki to get her little hand into our mother’s cunt. All of our eyes got wide as we stared at Kiki’s fist disappearing into the black-haired pussy.

“It’s so hot in there,” Kiki exclaimed.

Mom opened her mouth wide so her panties fell out. She said, “Oh, honey, yes. Oh, that feelsh so good.” The book had said to twist the fist in the pussy and Kiki started doing just that, her rotating forearm without the hand looking like a magic trick.

A few twists and, “Oh, my God, it’s crushing me. It can’t hurt me, can it?” Kiki said with just a little panic in her voice.

“Oh, God, I’m coming…” Mom groaned, lowing almost like a cow, her loud voice filling the apartment living room. I started beating her ass again, this time with my hand. “Oh, yes, punish mommy. Fist mommy. You’re making mommy come,” she repeated.

Eliza had sat back on her heels to watch Kiki fist our mom. Now she pulled up her skirt and shoved her hand down her panties and started masturbating while she watched our mother climax on her daughter’s fist. “She’s letting go,” Kiki said and mom seemed to relax. We hadn’t realized how tense she’d gotten. Kiki pulled her hand out of our mom’s pussy and sucked one slimy coated finger, staring at me. “Get undressed,” she said. I didn’t hesitate but obeyed, pulling off my t-shirt. I didn’t know if Kiki meant all the way but I pulled off my jeans and underwear. She stepped up to me. My cock was rock hard. Grasping it with that slime-covered hand, she started twisting and rubbing it, getting it fully coated with lube and vaginal juices. Satisfied, she said, “Stick it in her ass.”

I didn’t like being ordered around by my sister but I did like anal sex. And Kiki knew that I liked it a lot. Eliza was pulling mom’s skirt from around her hips, down and off. Mom had lost one shoe on the floor so now she was dressed just in one heel and the rope I’d used to tie her wrists. She’d apparently struggled because her hands were even darker from the automatic tightening of the rope. I grabbed the big hips that had birthed me and pulled mom so her legs were hanging straight down. Then I lined my cock up with the dark brown asshole and worked it in. “Oh, yesh, Joe,” mom practically lowed again. My cock slid easily into my mother’s tight ass, her rectum a ring or a vise around it. Balls deep, I just stood there staring at mom’s bare back, just a hint of tit sticking out the side, her curly black hair hanging over her face. I did one hard thrust. “Ooohhh…” she moaned. Then another one. Then more, hitting her ass fast and furious with my hips, the ring of her asshole squeezing the shaft of my cock, milking it. “Oh, little Joey, I love you in my ass…”

“I’m not little anymore,” I grunted through clenched teeth.

“Oh, no, honey,” she corrected herself. “You’re a big boy now.”

“And you’re a fucking butt slut,” I snarled back.

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