Back inside the house, the living room is dim and quiet except for the low glow of the TV.
Mom (still completely naked, thighs glistening) curls up on the sofa with the remote. She scrolls to the hidden folder, clicks the video she recorded last week, and hits play.
On screen: me on top of her in her bed, missionary, buried to the hilt. Her legs are locked tight around my waist, ankles crossed, pulling me deeper with every thrust. We're kissing like we're drowning in each other (messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding, moaning into each other's mouths). The camera catches every wet slap, every time her pussy creams around my cock, every filthy thing she gasps:
"Fuck Mommy's pussy, baby… yes, just like that… give Mommy all of it… I love you so much, son… fill me up…"
Real-life Mom watches, thighs falling open on the sofa. One hand cups her heavy breast, pinching the nipple; the other slides between her legs, two fingers plunging into the same pussy that's now dripping onto the cushions again. She matches the rhythm on screen (slow at first, then frantic), eyes locked on the moment the video version of me groans and pumps her full.
When video-Mom screams through her orgasm, real Mom loses it too. She arches hard, fingers buried deep, squirting a little across the sofa as she cums with a broken, "My baby… oh God, my baby…"
Exhausted, she doesn't even clean up. She just leaves the video on loop (the wet sounds, the "I love you, Mommy," the "Breed me, son," echoing softly through the empty house) and curls into the damp spot she made, drifting off to sleep with a happy little smile, dreaming of both her children coming back to her tomorrow.
I wake up slowly, still buried deep inside my big sister's warm, soaked pussy. My morning wood swells instantly, stretching her open again. She stirs, feels me throb, and lets out the softest, happiest moan.
Big Sis (sleepy, needy): "Mmm… good morning, husband… go ahead. Fuck your wife. I've been waiting for this all night."
I start slow, long gentle strokes that make her creamy walls squish and squelch around me. She wraps her legs tighter, nails digging into my back.
A few minutes in and slow isn't enough for either of us. I slam in hard, the car rocking with every thrust. Wet slaps echo through the garage like gunshots.
Big Sis (voice breaking, hearts practically glowing in her eyes): "Ahh! Ahh! Fuck! Yes! Harder, husband! I love you so much—never leave me again!"
I pound her exactly how she needs, her huge tits bouncing, pussy gripping me like it's trying to keep me forever. We explode together (me flooding her so deep it gushes out around my cock, her walls spasming and milking every drop).
We stay locked, panting, foreheads pressed together.
Big Sis (pouting, possessive): "Do you have to take it out…?"
I kiss her softly. "Come on, wife… I'm starving. Let's get breakfast."
She whines playfully, then lifts her hips. A thick river of our mixed cum immediately pours out of her, soaking the seat and dripping down her thighs.
Big Sis (grinning, wiping a strand from her pussy and licking it off her finger): "Fine… but you're feeding me every bite, understood?"
"Deal," I laugh. "First, shower. You can bend over for me doggy-style while the water's running."
My cock's already half-hard again just thinking about it. She giggles, legs still shaky, and we slip out of the car naked, cum still leaking down her legs as we sneak into the house together, straight to the bathroom, ready to start the day exactly how we mean to spend all of it: together, inside each other, never apart again.
The hot water pours over us as I soap her up slowly, reverently. My hands glide over every curve: shoulders, waist, those heavy breasts that fit perfectly in my palms. I lift one to my mouth and suckle gently like I did when I was little; she arches, moaning, fingers threading through my wet hair.
Big Sis (voice trembling): "Ahh… ahh… yes, baby, just like that…"
I turn her around, press her hands to the tile, and nudge her feet apart. She bends eagerly, that perfect ass pushed back toward me, water streaming down her spine. I line up and sink in to the hilt in one slow push. She gasps, walls fluttering around me instantly.
I hold still at first, letting her feel every inch, then start rocking: deep, steady strokes that turn into hard slams. Each thrust makes her ass slap wetly against my thighs, the sound echoing off the tiles along with her broken cries.
Big Sis: "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, husband! Fuck my pussy hard! Don't stop!"
The bathroom fills with the obscene symphony of skin on skin, water splashing, her slutty moans begging for more. I grip her hips and pound until her legs shake. When we cum it hits like a storm: she screams, pussy clamping down so tight I can barely move, milking rope after thick rope out of me. Her eyes roll back and she goes completely limp, literally passing out from the pleasure.
I catch her before she slips, shut off the water, and lift her dripping body into my arms like she weighs nothing. She's out cold, lips parted, a blissed-out little smile on her face. I carry her precious, trembling form to her bed, dry her gently with the softest towel, and tuck her in. She curls instinctively toward my pillow, still leaking a mix of us onto the sheets.
I kiss her forehead, whisper "I love you, wife," and leave her sleeping peacefully.
Then I pad naked to my desk, pull out my homework, and start writing, every few minutes glancing over at my beautiful sister sleeping off the best welcome-home she could ever ask for, already counting the minutes until she wakes up needy again.
I finish the last page of homework, close the book, and lean back in the chair, still naked, cock half-hard from the quiet of the room and the sight of my big sister sprawled asleep on the bed, thighs open, our mixed cum still slowly leaking from her swollen pussy onto the sheets.
The door creaks. Mom slips in, barefoot and naked, eyes immediately locking on her daughter's messy, glistening folds. She doesn't say a word, just crawls onto the bed like it's the most natural thing in the world, lowers her mouth to my sister's pussy, and starts licking her clean with long, loving strokes. My sister sighs in her sleep, hips twitching, but doesn't wake.
I watch, stroking myself slowly, already fully hard again.
Mom finishes, tongue coated in the taste of both of us. She turns, sees me, and smiles that soft, hungry smile. Crawling off the bed, she kneels between my legs, takes my cock straight into her warm mouth (slick with my sister's cum and mine). The taste makes her moan around me.
I thread my fingers through her wet hair and start fucking her mouth in slow, steady thrusts while she fingers herself frantically, three fingers plunging into that dripping pink pussy. The room fills with wet sounds again: her gagging softly on my cock, her fingers squelching, my sister's sleepy breathing.
We cum together hard. I flood Mom's throat; she swallows every drop, licking her lips clean of the mixed load like it's the sweetest thing she's ever tasted.
She lies back on the rug, legs spread. I drop down instantly and bury my tongue inside her, lapping up her fresh orgasm until she's trembling and clean.
Mom (breathless, stroking my hair): "Next time that cock goes right here, baby," she whispers, tapping her soaked entrance. "Mommy's turn."
I nod, kiss her inner thigh, and crawl back into bed. My big sister instinctively rolls toward me in her sleep, arm draping over my chest. I pull her close, our naked bodies fitting perfectly, and let sleep take me again, surrounded by the two women who own every piece of me.