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 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 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 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.
Oh, yes, I'm such a slut. Punish mommy."
Kneeling beside me, watching, her head practically getting hit by my bare ass, Eliza kept her hand in her panties, rubbing her clit, starting to make cumming noises. Kiki pulled off her own top and bra, then her shorts and panties until she was standing naked right next to me. The cute blonde had one soft, yet sticky, hand resting on my buttcheek and the other on the ass I was fucking. She nuzzled me so that her bare tits were on either side of my arm. I didn't last long. "Oh! OH! I'm coming!"
"Oh, yes, baby, come in mommy's asshole," my mother instructed. I was moaning as she said this, gripping her hips tight, my thighs taut as I held myself deep in her ass, my cock shooting its load as if into space. Done spraying my goo into my mother, I let go and pulled out, though my cock didn't go soft at all.
Kiki's eyes were big. She licked her lips appreciatively and we all just took in the scene. Even Eliza's fingers had stopped, though I didn't think she had come. "Okay, let's get her on her back," Kiki said finally. "On the floor." Mom cooperated or tried to. We kind of held her shoulders while she scooted off the arm of the couch and lowered herself onto her butt on the carpet, then lay back on her tied hands, looking around at all of us, her belly arched from the hands behind her. I surveyed the tall, naked form of my mother, large tits lolling to the sides of her torso, hips big below her slim waist, fiery locks at head and crotch.
"You kidsh going to fuck mommy?" she slurred. "You'll be mother fuckersssh," she continued, then laughed raucously at her own joke.
"Get those legs open," Kiki commanded our mother, brow darkening. Mom's expression turned from smiling to kind of sad and hurt but pulled her legs up, feet on the carpet, one still in a high heel, legs open. "Sit on her face," the blonde instructed her identical sister. Eliza reached for the waistband of her skirt but Kiki said, "Keep the skirt on," so Eliza reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, then flared her skirt as she straddled our mom's head.
"You want me to eat your pusshhy, little Elizsha," mom said, her voice getting muffled at the end as the blonde settled herself onto the older woman's unseen face. Eliza got immediately bug-eyed. She'd been staring at mom's blonde bush and bare tits but fell a little forward instead.
"Oh, my God, she's got a good tongue," Eliza declared, her body taut, her tits hanging as she supported herself. I swooped in and grabbed Eliza's naked torso and she grabbed mine as we kissed. She tasted as strawberry as her hair looked. I briefly thought about how the package advertised the taste.
Kiki turned to me. "You said you wanted to spank her tits." I pulled a small leather riding crop from my bag, still holding Eliza around the waist. I licked my lips as I stared at mom's tits, big, flattening on her chest like two saucers with hard nipples standing up. Then I smacked the one closest to me.
"Ooh!" I could barely hear from under Eliza's skirt. I pinched the nipple.
Kiki opened her own bag and pulled out a big green vibrator.
"Hey, that's mine!" Eliza exclaimed, regaining her senses. Kiki ignored her and, sitting between mom's leg, turned it on and started rubbing mom's clit with the tip.
"Oohhhh," we could again hear from under Eliza's skirt, mom's voice muffled by her daughter's ass on her face.
"Shut up and eat me!" Eliza exclaimed, and slapped mom's tit. I guess she was upset about Kiki borrowing her vibrator without permission. Mom flinched but must have obeyed because Eliza immediately relaxed and started moaning again.
I went back to slapping mom's huge breasts with the leather riding crop, alternating between tits.
Kiki, meanwhile, giggling, started pulling objects out of her bag and pushing them into mom's pussy. There was a cucumber and a summer sausage. I reached back and got my phone then shifted position so I could still reach mom's tits with my riding crop while watching this parade of foreign objects Kiki was using to fuck our mom. Eliza embraced me from behind as she sat on our mother's face. The neck of the plastic vodka bottle was next, then the neck of a beer bottle. Both went in and out easily, the threads on the vodka bottle stimulating our mother more than the beer bottle. But then, Kiki turned the beer bottle around and worked the base, the big part of it, into mom's snatch. That got a moan out of mom, who got another remonstration from Eliza and another tit slap from me. I was actually having trouble getting a rhythm with the riding crop because I was busy videoing.
The piece de resistance, though, was a wine bottle. Kiki didn't bother with the neck but instead lubed up the base a bunch. The little blonde worked the bottom of the bottle around and into our mother's cunt. Mom moaned but Eliza didn't hit or yell at her this time. Like the rest of us, she was hypnotized at this extreme penetration. Mom shifted her hips, I suspected to open her pussy more. "She's such a slut," the daughter bottle-fucking our mother said.
"Well, she had the three of us," Eliza pointed out. "That's gotta take a toll on a vagina." Finally, Kiki got the base of the bottle, followed by the main part, into our mother's pussy. She was able to get half of the bottle in. The vibrator kept whirring and there was moaning under Eliza's skirt. Mom thrashed around. "That's making her cum," Eliza said breathlessly. Apparently, mom didn't need to be reminded by Eliza to keep licking because, between watching this and mom's tongue, Eliza started to cum hard herself. "Oh, mommy. Oh, yes," the blonde bubbled out and started twisting her own nipple.
Kiki watched, satisfied, as Eliza had her orgasm. Then she said, "Okay, let's switch places." She pulled out the bottle and Eliza got off mom's face so Kiki could take her place. Mom was covered in her daughter's goo, makeup running, "Oh, you're right! She does have a great tongue!" Kiki exclaimed as she settled onto her mother's face.
Eliza knelt beside the bound woman, her skirt again flared out around her, and held the phone, filming all this. I'd gotten mom's tits red, not the apple red of her ass, more pink actually, but I liked how they looked. "Get between her legs," Kiki instructed me so I knelt there, cock rock hard, slimy, and dripping pre-cum. "Now put your hand in like this," Kiki said, her fingers straight and thumb tucked in. I could see mom's tongue working Kiki's clit under the strawberry blonde bush. I pushed my four fingers into mom's cunt. "Joe's hand is bigger than mine. You like that, mom?"
Mom nodded as much as she could under her daughter's butt. "Mmm Hmm."
"Now keep going," Kiki said to me, closing her fist. I kept going. Like Kiki, I'd tried fisting Eliza and my knuckles always got in the way. With mom, they kind of caught and she jerked but then I was in. It was so hot inside. Of course it was wet. I stared at my wrist coming out of mom's pussy. I'd seen Kiki's but this was something more, almost like a magic trick, the black hairs tickling my wrist as it disappeared into her cunt, my hand completely inside and immobile. I knew to twist it back and forth.
"Oh. Oh," Kiki was saying, staring straight ahead. Her whole body was tense. Mom was getting her off as well. Both girls had come faster than I'd ever seen; I thought mom's tongue must be amazing. I knew I was going to have her suck my cock. Mom didn't stop licking as she came. Just like Kiki said, it felt like she would crush my hand. The pressure came from all sides, seemed impossible to resist. I just kept telling myself that my hand had bones, that her pussy wasn't going to crush actual bones. Eliza panned her phone from my wrist in mom's pussy, up her body past bush and tits whipped red, to Kiki's bush on mom's face, up over her tits to the sublime look on the blonde's face.
"Oooohhhhh," mother and daughter intoned together, Kiki and mom climaxing together. Mom's voice was much louder, like it always was when she came, but still muffled by her daughter's ass. Eliza just held the camera on Kiki's orgasmic face while I kept twisting my fist in our mother. The climax seemed to last forever. Mom thrashed around, spasming, while Kiki curled in on herself. Finally the pressure on my hand, so inexorable, lightened and both women relaxed. I pulled my fist, now as sloppy as Kiki's, out of mom's cunt, like my whole body had exited so long ago at my birth.
"Your turn," Kiki, breasts heaving, skin soaked in sweat, said to Eliza. Eliza didn't say anything, just handed Kiki the phone as the naked blonde got off my mom's face. "You kidsh are sho good, making mommy feel hso good." Mom squirmed a bit. "Untie mommy?"
"No," Kiki replied flatly.
"Okay, honey. I ate my daughtersshh pusshies. Now I wanna shuck Joe'sh cock," she said with an emphasis on cock. I crawled over and straddled mom's head on my hands and knees so I could watch as Kiki instructed Eliza on fisting our mother. I lowered my hips and, while I was watching the girls, felt mom's lips engulf the head of my cock. I looked under myself so I could watch my mom's mouth around my penis, her cheeks pulled in from sucking, as I lowered myself so my balls were resting on her nose. I heard a sound I'd pretty much gotten used to on weekend nights, mom slurping around a cock. It actually felt good, really good. Her tongue was swirling around the head of my cock while she sucked, engulfing the sides of my cock with her cheeks. She was skilled at working the head of my cock and her slurping added to the hotness of it all.
"Oh, that's nice, mom," I moaned, and she didn't reply.
I groped one of her large tits as Eliza, holding her vibrator to mom's clit, got her own fist in while Kiki filmed. "It's so hot!" she echoed Kiki and me.
"You like the taste of your own ass, mom?" I actually sneered a bit.
"Mm hmm," mom said and she sucked harder with more slurping. If I hadn't been so hard before, I would have been now.
Eliza was doing something with the vibrator while she fisted mom. "Oh, yeah, get it in there," Kiki said.
"Hey, Joe," Eliza called, as if to another room, "get your cock out of that nasty slut's mouth and come over here." I did as I was told.
"Ooohhh," mom complained, pouting, "I wanted Joe'sh cum in my mouth."
I scooted around to look at mom's pelvis, her big asscheeks flattened on the carpeted floor, Eliza's wrist coming from her pussy, along with the vibrator. The teen had both inside mom's pussy. Mom's labia were opened with little spaces on the side between vibrator and fist. Eliza pulled the vibrator out. "Put your cock in there." That sounded hot. I straddled my sister's arm. She had to bend over to keep it low enough as I started pushing my cock in to join her hand in our mother's pussy. I was up against the heel of Eliza's fist and I pushed it in so that I was in her hand.
I smiled back at my sister. "You're giving me a handjob inside our mom's pussy," I said, elated. She looked back at me, having to look up because of the angle, her face right by my bare ass. Kiki had rotated around to get a better shot and put one knee on mom's bare belly.
I started pumping in and out carefully. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" mom started to scream rhythmically.
It was certainly tight in there, but I wanted more. I pulled out and then started working my cock back in along the back of Eliza's hand, getting it in and the tip past her knuckles, the ridges stimulating me. She was bent over her knees so she was doubled over, looking between my legs to see her wrist coming from mom's cunt. "While you're back there," I joked, "how about a rimjob."
"Maybe later," Eliza said breathlessly.
"Maybe suck my balls?" I said, continuing with my upbeat tone. She reached between my legs and grabbed them instead. I froze.
"Is this good?" Eliza asked.
"Um, maybe we can do that later too." She smirked and let go and I once again started fucking my mom's pussy alongside my sister's fist.
"Oh, you children are filling me up," mom said, then smiled as if at a joke. "You ful-fill me," she stretched out the word, volume rising. Then mom's face looked almost surprised. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she started again. She jerked her whole body and started coming again, mewling and moaning and writhing. I came too, shooting my load into our mother's cunt, coating Eliza's fist, but leaving plenty to leak out later.
I pulled out, followed by Eliza's fist. Mom passed out. We turned the drunk woman on her side after that, her cunt stretched and leaking cum, some from her ass too. Kiki filmed that before finally turning off the camera. I untied her wrists and put a blanket over her as she, spent from her orgasms, started snoring.
"Maybe you got her pregnant," Eliza joked as we all went to bed.
"Shut up!" I said, acting indignant.
The next morning we woke to the sounds and smells of breakfast being made. The three of us, the girls in their shirts and shorts, me in my pajama pants, came out to find mom at the stove. She usually looked like hell in the morning but she seemed chipper now. She was wearing a silk robe that went down to mid-thigh, tied at the waist, and had seemed to fix her makeup and hair.
"Good morning, kiddos!" our transformed mother said cheerily. "There's sausage and eggs on the table and here's some pancakes."
We kind of gawked and then sat down for breakfast.
"This is an awkward question," mom said as she doled out pancakes, "but you're adults now so I guess we can talk about this." All three of us held our breath as we thought about what our mother might say next. "Did you happen to get a look at the guy mommy brought home last night?"
We all looked at each other then Eliza said, "Mom, you know we respect your privacy. We wouldn't look."
"Yeah," Kiki said, "and you say all kinds of names when you're, um, with them." Eliza and I glared at her. The three of us always pretended we didn't hear anything.
"Well, it was some of the best sex mommy has ever had," our mother continued, in what would have been an awkward conversation in any family, but especially ours since we were the ones that fucked her. "Also, I think there was a girl or two," she said speculatively, standing still with the spatula raised. "Did you hear any girls?"
"Oh, yeah," Kiki continued. "I think one was named Hannah or Monica or something ending in '-uh'."
Eliza glared at her sister. "I thought I heard one named Vicky." Kiki glared back.
"Wow, your mother hasn't had a woman in years. I hope I can figure out who they were. Not to change the subject but, Joe, do you ever practice your knots anymore. I remember you doing that when you were in Scouts."
I looked at my mother's wrists, a light purple from where the ropes had tightened when she'd struggled the night before. "Not really," I said uncomfortably. "That was a phase when I was younger."
"Pity," mom pouted, and passed out more pancakes.