Incest/Taboo Discovering My Little Sister

Sunday morning I woke up naked and alone in my mom's bed. There are worse ways to wake up, I thought to myself. I stumbled back to my room and pulled on some shorts and a shirt. Then Polly came into my room and asked, "What do you think of this for my date with Joy?"

Polly gave a twirl that made her orange mini-skirt float just below her waist. The skirt was something Joy had picked out, while her tight white t-shirt had been picked by me. "She'll like it," I said in a sleepy voice, "But you should wear a nude bra with a white shirt."

"No, I like the white bra. It's like I'm saying, I don't want to be obvious, but I do want you to see my bra."

"Well then it's a fun and sexy outfit for an afternoon date."

"I don't have any shoes for it though. Vans are too much and flip flops aren't enough."

"I think Joy likes you in not enough."

She made a baby voice in protest. "No, I don't want to be her fuckdoll. I want a good pair of shoes, I want to look cute but also show her that dating is serious."

"Why don't you wear my black sandals that buckle around the ankle? They're in my closet."

Polly went into my closet and I sat on my bed. My legs were still wobbly from our long night. "What time is it?" I asked.

"About eleven-thirty," Polly answered, emerging from my closet.

"Where's Mom?"

She started fumbling with the sandals, which weren't exactly fashion-forward but probably more complicated than any shoes she'd ever worn. "Bike ride."

"How do you guys have so much energy?" I asked.

Polly looked up from my shoes and gave me a big smile. "Well, you did most of the work."

It was true. After my mom joined us, we basically spent the rest of the day and night in a nonstop family threesome. I licked pussy almost nonstop, switching between my mom and sister, while my mom guided us into a huge variety of positions and locations. I took it up the ass several times, first when Polly asked to return the favor and double-penetrate, which she did while I ate out our mom. I only had a few breaks from carpet-munching. One was when my mom ordered us some pizzas to keep our energy up. I can only imagine what the delivery person was thinking after my mom answered in a skimpy little robe, surely reeking of pussy. Another break was when my mom decided that Polly should sit to the side while she showed us how both how DP was done. Polly didn't sit and learn, though, instead masturbating what must have been a completely raw clit by that point. I learned a lot though, the way my mom fucked pussy with a strap-on while working my ass with a buttplug showed an expertise that I could have never imagined. I fell asleep several times, woken every time by a family member who needed her pussy licked. As an incest slut, I was overjoyed to oblige.

We heard our mom arrive back from her ride as Polly finished buckling the sandals. I advised Polly against makeup since both she and Joy rarely wore any, which was a surprise to Polly since Joy is so in-tune with fashion. But I did lend her a bag and advised her on which of her bracelets to wear. Then, with Polly almost completely outfitted, our mom came into the room. "Getting ready for her date together?" she asked with a smile, almost as if a regular mom and not our regular sex partner.

"Just needed some advice," Polly answered.

"Well sorry if I stink," Mom responded, "but I can't shower and risk missing my daughter off to her first date."

"I bet your sweaty cunt tastes so deliciously nasty," I cooed.

My mom softly laughed. "I'm gonna have to watch out for you," she teased.

I stretched out on my bed. "Well I'm here for your use if you need it. Or if you need help in the shower."

Polly interjected. "I better check my phone before you sex fiends make me late."

She started to leave and I taunted back at her, "Well if getting off's going to make you late, just invite Joy up and I'll help her to."

"This is a real date," Polly exclaimed. "I'm not letting sex get in the way."

"Easy girls," our mom said. "Polly, Carly is just trying to make you feel good and Carly, let your sister get ready. I'm going to see her off and maybe you should too."

"Ugh, stop being a mom," I complained.

"Impossible," she said with a wink as she followed Polly out.

I snickered to myself, rested for a minute, then went down to the living room. Now that Polly and I were close again - though perhaps not yet in the conventional way - I too wanted to see her off, especially to a date with my best friend. When Polly came down because Joy had texted her, my mom and I each gave her a hug as if we were a totally normal family that hadn't fucked each other's brains out the night before.

With Polly gone, I turned to my mom and asked if she was going to need help in the shower. "I'm a little raw down there," she answered, "but you're due for a shower if you want to join."

"Is it worth it if I don't get pussy?" I mused.

"I'll make it worth it," she promised.

And she did, fingering me to a hard orgasm while gazing into my eyes in the shower. Now clean in the dirtiest way, I put on a tanktop, a miniskirt, and the slightest touch of makeup. I came downstairs and my mom had heated up some pizza, which we ate on our back porch with a lime soda that we like during the summer. My mom had spiked the soda, which gave me a laugh because only incest could loosen her underage drinking policies, but boy were they loosened. We spent most of the afternoon enjoying the sun and our buzz, me asking questions and my mom spilling secrets she never thought she'd tell me.

I knew my parents had met in college, gotten married a year after, then had me the following year. I didn't know that my dad was the second person she'd slept with, or why they divorced. She had caught him cheating and, being six years removed from her English degree and five years removed from a job of any kind, she had a meltdown in front of the neighbor in despair over being stuck forever with a cheater. The neighbor would become the third person and first woman she slept with when they started an affair of their own the next day. My dad eventually found out and not only divorced her, but also disowned Polly and me, saying that "This dyke is going to raise two dykes and I'll have nothing to do with a dyke."

Estranged from her family - something I still don't know about - and kicked out of her house, my mom's fear of becoming destitute was on the verge of becoming true. But with some work and luck, someone took a chance on her selling real estate. Soon thereafter a client seduced her, which would become her first sale. Referrals started to come from that client, and most of those referrals wanted sex. She wanted sex too. She seemed like a superstar realtor, but really she had fucked more than half her clients, sometimes the man, sometimes the woman, sometimes both together, and once in a while each separately. Her claim that she specialized in smaller houses was a cover to prevent suspicion. No one, she figured, would care if she was sleeping with a cheap client.

She told me her number - 291 men and 324 women, including me, Polly, and Payton, but she didn't count Joy yet because "Sucking a tit is hardly sex." Most of them were ambiguous faces of suburbia, though she'd gotten with a few of mine and Polly's teachers. Ms. Alstrom, whom I thought was just a chatty friend, was a regular FWB. She wouldn't tell me the teachers but assured me that she made sure there was no influence on our grades. Ms. Alstrom, however, was a different story, and the idea of her sexy early 50s body being dominated by my mom would start driving more fantasies in me.

She originally mostly slept with men, but as she gained experience she started sleeping with men and women equally, then slowly took a preference to women because men wanted too much power in the bedroom. At first, men were great because of that, but as she became more confident and successful, men were intimidated by her and she wanted to take control. Sometimes she thought that having so much sex was her way of control, or her way to freedom from the boring suburban life. She had never felt choice in her life before she started making money as a real estate agent, which of course was tied to the beginning of her promiscuity. She couldn't have imagined life being better until she gave in and slept with her daughters.

As our conversation faded, I realized I was pretty buzzy and quite hot, both from the sun and from my mom. "I think I need to go in," I told her during a pause.

"Too hot?" she asked.

"So hot," I said with a wink.

She stood and we both began to clean up. "Are you saying you want to seduce me again?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm hot like horny but also hot like temperature and a little drunk."

"Well we can cuddle in the living room while you figure it out."

I agreed. The living room got good air conditioning; the basement was cooler but Mom kind of considered that mine and Polly's space, except for the movie nights that had become rare. My mom sat on the couch and held up an arm to tell me to sit with her. I did, slipping an arm around her and leaning my head on her shoulder, then she pulled us down so we were cuddling with me on top of her. "This shirt is so cute on you," I mused as I ran my fingers along her shoulder. She was wearing a light pink t-shirt that hugged her tits and came just to the waist of her little black shorts. "Makes me horny how it comes so close to exposing your stomach."

"Have you always been this sexual?" she asked.

"Maybe deep down. Being with you has been like a dam bursting."

"As much as I love your touch, I keep worrying I've damaged you."

I lifted myself so that we were face to face. "No, you've completed me." I looked down and ran my hand over her breast. "Although you need some midriff-baring tops. Let me see those sexy abs."

She laughed and put a hand on my cheek. "You are drunk," she said.

"Not too drunk to love my mother," I replied, then lowered myself and kissed her.

We slowly made out, tongues carefully exploring the mouths that were now so familiar, our hands touching each other's hair, necks, faces. My dizzy state from earlier was cured, I was no longer confusing heat and hormones and drunkenness, but rather fully centered from the loving touch of my mother and lover. She kissed me with measured passion, so different from the subtly dominant way that she usually touched me, and I kissed back with the longing affection of a mature lover, not my normal hormonal desperation. I loved acting like a slut, but making love to my mother had an important role that could not be replaced.

Then she lifted me and turned me over so that I was lying on my back and she was over me, kneeling between my legs. She kissed my neck and pinched my nipples, then kissed her way down my chest, between my breasts, and finally along my stomach as she ran her hands down my sides. Then she lifted my skirt to see her prize, my glistening vagina covered only by my bush. She firmly ran one finger across my clit before lowering her head and delicately caressing my bead with her lips. I gasped and opened my legs wider, one foot on the floor and another on the back of the couch. My mom expertly kissed, licked, and sucked my normally desperate pussy, now ready for complete satiation as its maker dipped her finger then tongue then finger again inside my sacred canal. I was moaning uncontrollably, no, under the control of my mom, who would subtly change her rhythms to orchestrate changes in the way I screamed and writhed. As she guided me higher and higher, I succumbed completely to my body's response, bucking into her mouth and against her finger, thrashing my legs and grabbing the fabric of the couch. And at long last, she let me cum, drawing a gush of juices out of me and turning my wordless cries into pleas of "Mommy! Mommy!"

I went limp and she crawled back on top of me. I was gasping for her, my exhales voiced as my body remained in its heightened state. My mom just snuggled into my shoulder and I wrapped my legs around her. "I've never felt so satisfied," I sighed once I had calmed down.

"I'm glad you liked it," she whispered back with a kiss to my earlobe.

"No one's eaten me like that."

"I've eaten you plenty of times."

"But I'm always screaming something or acting like a slut. That was the first time someone just ate me out."

"Well I love to please, just like you."

"God, I feel so good," I groaned. My mom didn't say anything, just caressed my cheek. "I don't know whether I want to fuck or pass out."
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I passed out. I woke up with my mom gone and a light blanket over me. I heard my mom making noise in the kitchen so I pulled myself up and went to find her cleaning out the refrigerator. She turned out and I saw she was wearing the same shorts but had changed into one of my crop tops. With our difference in chest size, the top showed off quite a bit of underboob. I shouldn't have to say she wasn't wearing a bra. "Hey hun," she smiled. "Sleep well?"

"I see you raided my dresser," I teased.

"Just taking your suggestion. You like?"

"Very much. But you have to buy me a new one if those sexy tits stretch it out."

"Pretty sure I bought this one."

Then we heard steps and the front door. Polly was home. I checked the clock and we were just past six. I wasn't sure if six hours was long or short. Seemed short for someone she was already having sex with, but long for a first date. I realized that I hadn't ever really been on a proper date, just "hanging out" with a few guys, not realizing I wasn't even into guys. "Let's go say hi," my mom said as she moved past me. I followed.

As we walked to the door, we were met with a surprise. I want to say the surprise of our lives, but we had had bigger ones in the past few weeks. And I should have expected it, given what Polly had said yesterday. But my mom was shocked.

Polly's hair was a deep royal purple. "Wow," our mom said. "I, um, I didn't realize dying hair was a date thing."

"It's not," Polly said almost dreamily. "But we were talking, and it came up that I've always wanted to try it, and Joy said it'd look hot and there's a hairstylist in the mall so I went for it! It was fun."

"Well color me surprised," Mom said.

"I think she needs to be punished," I asserted. My mom turned to me with a look of confusion. I gave a sultry look in return and continued, "The little slut thinks she can dye her hair without telling her mom and big sister? And unnatural colors are so skanky."

Our mom turned back to Polly, who looked at her with a doe-eyed expression of guilt. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she said. "I try to be obedient but the color's so pretty."

"We clearly have to make sure you don't forget your place again," our mom said, taking a strand of short, purple hair between her thumb and index finger. "I bet you just had sex too, an underserved reward for a naughty girl like you."

"No, Mommy. We just kissed, I didn't want to be a slut on my first date."

Our mom put a hand on Polly's back and pushed her past herself. "Upstairs with you," she said. "You ARE a slut so next time you put out on your dates. Poor Joy's probably at home fingering herself when she should be using your dirty mouth."

"Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mommy."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Joy. After your punishment of course. And to Carly, in case her friend's mad at her."

"I'm sorry, Carly."

"Oh we'll be even in a few minutes," I told her. I didn't know what my mom was planning, but she was picking up quickly on what Polly wanted.

Polly got to the bedroom and my mom ordered, "Clothes off, bitch."

"You don't want a strip tease?" Polly asked.

"You're already a tease in that skanky skirt and leaving Joy hanging. Stop being a bitch and get naked. Carly, get the strap-ons from my dresser."

I went to the closet and my mom continued. "You wore underwear with that skirt? What if someone had wanted your pussy?"

"I thought it's inappropriate to wear a skirt without underwear," Polly moaned.

"Yes, exactly why good sluts don't wear any. Fuck, you're school smart but a stupid slut."

I had the strap-ons and saw Polly was sitting naked on the bed except for her - my - sandals, which she was struggling to unbuckle. "I know, Mommy," she said. I moved toward her to help with the shoes as Polly was saying "I try and..."

"Don't help the dirty slut," my mom shouted at me. "She's being punished so she has to struggle a little."

"I'm trying to learn to be a proper slut," Polly said after she finally got one shoe done. "I'm just too horny to pay good attention."

"Then maybe you need to fuck your sister more so you can learn what a good slut does. Like she would never leave me waiting like this, she'd wear fuck-me heels that you don't take off for sexual punishment."

"I'm sorry, Carly, I'll let you fuck me more."

"I think I'm about to fuck you," I said as Polly got the other shoe off. She was now completely naked and my mom and I were still clothed.

"Damn straight," my mom said as she took the double-ended strap-on from me. "You're a good slut so you get to help, but you're still just a slut so I get the good strap-on." She dropped her shorts and started putting the straps into place. "You can stay clothed if you want but put that cock on."

"I want to be naked for you," I said.

"See? Such a good slut. Good. Clothes off, cock on."

I pulled the strap-on up first than took off my skirt and shirt. Mom watched ravenously, Polly with a smirk of pleasurable submission. Mom had to help me secure the dildo, still being quite new to me. Once ready, she said, "OK slut, lubricate your sister's cock so she can punish your ass."

Polly leaned back and spread her legs, but Mom held me back. When Polly realized I wasn't moving, she said, "My slutty pussy's really wet, she can lube it in here."

"This is punishment for you, not her," Mom answered. "Don't make your sister go inside your dirty slut pussy, come get on your knees like a good slut."

Polly jumped up and knelt before me. "Fine," she said. "I've always wanted to suck cock, I'm not a lesbo like Carly."

Mom responded, "I'll make that lesbo fuck you like a cheap whore if you don't show her more respect. Now suck her cock before I tell her to just fuck your ass dry."

Polly slowly wrapped her lips around the dildo sticking out of my crotch. I had been focusing so much on the roleplay that I didn't realize how turned on I was. Polly looked up at me with her big brown eyes as her pink lips and short purple hair slid up and down my red dildo. Her naked tits and swollen nipples looked amazing in the submissive position. I wouldn't get much pleasure from this strap-on, but I was ready to cum at the first touch.

Mom grabbed Polly's hair and lightly but dominantly pulled her away from me. With a subtle nod of her head, she directed me to lay on her bed. Then she was guiding Polly to squat over my crotch and said to me, "Point that thing into her asshole, this stupid slut won't know exactly where to sit."

"I'm sorry I'm such a stupid slut, Mommy," Polly cooed as I aimed the red cock at her puckered entrance. "Ohh!" she cried when I started to push against her.

I saw my mom's hands on my sister's hips and Mom said, "Take your sister's cock and make up for it."

Polly let out several guttural moans as she lowered onto me. I could see from the flexing of my mom's long, tanned fingers that she was pushing Polly down. "Now lean back and take Mommy," our mom said, her stern tone replaced by a raspy voice.

Polly started leaning back onto me and I found that I could use the change in position to start thrusting. I did, slowly crunching my stomach to fill her again and then recoiling. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, feeling her hard nipples between my fingers and the soft flesh against my palms. "Oh God," Polly squeaked. "I can't go further, Mommy, Carly's fucking me too deep."

"Fuck yeah she's a good fuck," Mom breathed. I felt her moving between us, then I saw her face come into view as I continued slowly penetrating my sister.

"Oh Mommy," Polly cried, "Your cock is so good Mommy. This is the lesson I need."

Our mom lowered Polly further back and soon her fists were on either side of me, allowing her to thrust into her youngest daughter. "That's right, Mommy's teaching her little girl not to be a naughty slut."

My mom and I were now each penetrating Polly with our own rhythms, causing her to jostle and continue groaning and gasping with surprise as her body couldn't figure out how she was being fucked. She tried to respond to our mom but couldn't seem to piece together words as we selfishly wracked her with pain and pleasure. Mom was focusing on her own pleasure and I was only interested in dominating Polly's ass. Polly was nothing but the meat within our sandwich of female gratification. Soon my mom was grunting, growling, and cursing and she fucked Polly harder and harder. My strap-on was providing enough friction against my vulva that I was breathing heavy too, ready to climax at the first touch of human skin from the incredible scene above me. Mom's beautiful face, bobbing up and down with a look of both power and ecstasy, and Polly's sexy purple hair against the smooth white skin of her youth. I was grabbing her breasts like a lioness tearing apart her prey, although my firm grip and my nails in her flesh only seemed to make her enjoy more. I just couldn't get enough of this scene, a scene simultaneously so beautiful yet so depraved, an entire family piled on one spot of a bed, intent on giving each other sexual satisfaction.

Mom and Polly both increased their sounds. I could tell they were both close. "Don't cum before your Mommy," our mom growled at Polly.

"I can't help it, I'm so close."

"I will pull out. You're Mommy's bitch now."

"But then Carly'll fuck me to an orgasm."

Then my mom was repeating "Oh God," over and over, louder and louder until the final scream of her orgasm. Then Polly started cumming, shouting, "Yes Mommy, fuck your little bitch, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck, ARGH!" and they both collapsed in a heap onto me.

"You need to finish me, slut," I gasped.

"Get the fuck off your sister and eat her," our mom ordered Polly.

"I can't with you on me," Polly protested.

"Figure it the fuck out," Mom replied. "Your punishment's not done till your sister cums. You're lucky you don't get more punishment for cumming before her."

Polly writhed between me and our mom until finally our mom let up and Polly pulled herself off of the dildo still buried in her ass. Mom undid one of my straps while Polly fumbled with the other one, giving Mom time to get a few pillows to put under my head. I didn't ask why but in any case she said, "You're gonna want these."

Finally the strap-on was off and Polly dove onto my clit. "Oh YES!" I cried, then pleaded "Fingers too."

Polly obeyed and I was in heaven. I had cooled a tiny bit after Polly and my mom had finished, but that just made Polly's cunnilingus last that much longer and better. Then our Mom said, "Ass in the air, bitch."

I opened my eyes and there was my mom behind Polly, still wearing her shirt and strap-on. She entered Polly and said, "Let's see if this slut can really have an anal orgasm," then started pumping hard.

Polly didn't let up on me. She kept bringing me closer and closer as I watched my mom fuck her in the ass. Then my mom stopped, looked me in the eye, and pulled off her shirt to expose her defined shoulders and magnificent breasts. She put her index finger on her lips and seductively folded down her bottom lip. And with that erotic, beautiful, sight of my mother, I was cumming, bucking my hips into Polly's face and screaming "Yes Mommy, yes Polly, yes, yes, yes..." until completion.

Mom was now jackhammering into Polly, and after I flopped back in orgasmic bliss, Polly moaned, "Finish me Mommy," then screamed, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ASS!" and slumped against my leg with an orgasm of her own.

My mom pulled out of her. She went into her closet and came out with a pair of black pumps. She started putting them on Polly's feet. "What are you doing, Mom?" Polly asked.

"You've completed your punishment, but you're still on probation. So you'll wear these while you make us dinner."

Polly stood up and slipped but caught herself. "You know I can't walk in heels," she said. "And they're too big." Polly had the smallest feet in the family.

"Well then making dinner will be a good time for you to practice."

Polly smiled and kissed our mom on the lips before awkwardly walking out, naked except for our mom's heels.
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My mom turned to me and asked with a smile, "So did you know she was going to dye her hair?"

"No. She told me yesterday she had a fantasy of us punishing her for dying her hair, but I didn't think she'd show up the next day with it purple."

"Kind of a weird activity for a date."

"I wouldn't know, I've never really had a true date."

My mom shrugged and began taking off her strap-on. I watched the smaller dildo slide out of her. "Even taking that off is erotic," I told her.

She smiled and sat next to me. "I should get you girls some better ones, the question is what kind."

"I would hope like that purple one," I said as if it was obvious.

"Oh there's so much more variety," she told me. "Ones that double-penetrate your partner, ones that double-penetrate you, battery-powered, I think they make one that flips down so you can wear it under a skirt then flip it up like you've got a boner."

I laughed. "Dicks are gross, why would I want to see someone get hard for me?"

"You don't know, weren't you straight two weeks ago? Besides, a surprising amount of them are made for men."

"There's a whole world out there," I said in surprise. But now that I accepted I was a lesbian, I couldn't even try to imagine why a man would use a strap-on.

"There is. Now how about this," she said holding up the strap-on. "I clean this and you put it on under a skirt and tease your sister during dinner."

I agreed. I went to my room and put on a flowing skirt just past my knee, then tried to decide on a top. My mom came in wearing her stilettos and a skin-tight black mini-dress that I'd never seen. "That won't show much leg," she said.

"Well what should I wear?" I asked.

"Loose like that, but shorter."

"I only have mini-skirts like that, won't she be able to see everything?"

"Alright, then that one. Now just throw on a tank or something and let's get down there. And heels." She sat on my bed and crossed her legs to watch me dress, strap-on at her side.

I quickly put on a white camisole but added sheer flowered cardigan, then found my own pair of stilettos before my mom strapped me in under my skirt. I told her I loved when she put things inside me as she slipped the small end into my vagina, and she just smiled and continued her task. Walking downstairs with a huge fake erection under my skirt was surreal. But surreal is OK if it makes for good sex.

Polly was in the kitchen, cooking spaghetti and meat sauce, butt naked except for the heels as instructed. She was leaning against the counter, nothing needing to be stirred. We walked in and our mom asked, "Almost ready?"

"I think so," Polly's voice trailed off as she looked us over. Then she started to giggle. "Oh my God," she laughed, "Are you wearing a dildo under your skirt?"

I didn't know what to say but my mom stepped in anyway. "You're not going to be laughing when she's pounding you silly," she admonished.

"I know, I'm sorry," Polly replied, trying to suppress her giggles. "I just wasn't expecting that."

Mom stepped toward Polly and softly said to her, "I think it's nice that your sister's hard for you. Maybe you should apologize and give her a little rub."

Polly stepped toward me and tilted her head down in apology. "I'm sorry, Carly," she said as she slid her hand around the strap-on through my skirt and started jerking me. "I like seeing how hard I make you. And you make me so wet."

The motion of the inner dildo sent relaxing jolts through my body. She only gave me a few strokes, but enough that my eyes closed and I let out a satisfied exhale while my legs began to turn to jelly. She stopped and said, "Almost time to strain the pasta, why don't you two sit down."

We did, even though my clit was throbbing again to be inside my sister. No, I wanted her inside of me. But our mom was running this show and submitting to her was the best feeling I could think of. Soon enough Polly was setting the table and then serving us spaghetti and sauce, knowing that our mom liked a full layer like at a restaurant and that I only wanted a few chunks. She seemed a little more natural in the high heels she was wearing, but still needed a lot of practice. But the contrast of her purple hair against her fair skin was sexy enough to compensate. Finally she sat down and said to us, "So, Joy and I have another date tomorrow."

"What's in store this time?" our mom asked. "A tattoo?"

I grunted and said, "Ugh, right over your pussy, I'd eat you all night."

Polly laughed and said, "No, the hair thing just kind of happened and I don't want a tattoo. I think she's just taking me to dinner."

"So it did go well," Mom continued.

"Yeah, I don't know. I mean, I don't know what dates are supposed to be like, and kind of neither of us knew what to say. I mean, it felt so weird, like this ultra hot girl who I've already been with suddenly confesses she's always liked me, and like I was all tingly inside but I also had no idea what to say."

"So how did the hair thing come up?" Mom asked.

"Well after lunch, Joy was like 'I thought we'd eat and see a movie, but that doesn't seem like enough.' And I asked her what she meant and she was like, 'An amazing girl like you deserves an amazing date and I can't think of anything.' So I told her that I was really nervous and didn't know what to say, and we kind of bonded over not knowing what to do, and as we were laughing about it and hugging, I saw the hair stylist and was like 'You know, I've always kind of wanted to dye my hair purple,' and she was like, 'Oh my God, that would be so hot, let's do it.'"

"Did you tell her the rest of the fantasy?" I asked.

"Yeah, before we went in. And I also told her that I didn't want to go to bed with her on the first date if we were looking for something serious. Even though I wanted to."

"And what did she say?" our mom asked.

"She said she didn't know if she should be disappointed or ecstatic."

Our mom chuckled but I asked, "Is it weird if I ask what she wore?"

"I don't know," Polly answered, "but she looked so good. She had a short tan jacket over a low-cut white shirt, with a short burgundy skirt and light brown boots to her knees."

"Oh my God," I groaned, "I wouldn't have been able to resist that." I knew that skirt and boots combo that Polly was talking about. Obviously, I had resisted it, but now that I'd been with Joy and knew I was a lesbian, I wouldn't want to again.

"It was hard," Polly agreed, "but you know, if she wants something real, we have to do more than have sex."

"That's good," Mom said. "You don't want to commit to someone you haven't built a personal connection with. Just be careful you aren't seduced by all the attention she clearly gives you."

"I'm trying but that's going to be even harder than staying out of bed with her."

"What I'm wondering," I said, "is why you didn't do anything with just us until yesterday."

"I mean, I think part of it was feeling weird, and part of it was I don't want to be exhausted for school. I still want to be valedictorian. But if tomorrow goes well, I might have to break that for Joy."

"Not going to be able to resist that hot body?" I asked.

"Fuck no," Polly acknowledged.

"Then maybe we should practice one more time," Mom suggested.

"I'm already hard," I said, trying to be as seductive as possible. I slowly jacked off the dildo through my skirt.

Polly smiled, perhaps from the humor and perhaps from the anticipation. "And I'm already naked," she said, watching my hand run up and down the clothed toy.

She moved her plate to the side and lifted herself to sit on the table. I stood up and went between her legs then wrapped my hands around her back and softly pressed my lips against hers and slid my tongue into her waiting mouth. She put her arms around my neck and delicately returned my motions. The rocket under my skirt rested over her pubic mound as we made out. But just kissing her, feeling her, was incredibly satisfying. I pulled one hand back squeezed her full breast, which she returned by dropping a hand and twisting my puffy nipple through my thin top. Once fully aroused by her sweet kisses and rough pinches to my nipple, I pushed her back and pulled my skirt up over the strap-on. Slowly I entered her, stretching her walls as she breathed loudly in anticipation. I heard my mom whisper "Fuck yes" as she too exhaled in satisfaction. I looked over at her to see she had spread her legs at her seat and was rubbing her whole hand over her mound.

I focused my attention back to fucking. The gratification of watching Polly's tits bounce as I controlled her was even better than the firm rubbing against my G-spot from the strap-on. There was still something unnatural about driving Polly, perhaps that I didn't actually have a cock or perhaps that I wasn't used to a dominant sexual position. Yet the power I had with my hands on her hips and my sex toy inside of her, seeing her splayed on my dining room table for my pleasure, this power was bringing me close to cumming. I pumped harder to make sure Polly would be able to get off, but the harder I fucked the more I needed to cum.

Then I heard the click of my mom's stilettos and glanced right to see her gracefully stepping onto the table, her dress still up around her waist. She deftly stepped over toward Polly's head, smooth movements as if she knew the chandelier wouldn't hit her head. She faced me and squatted down over Polly, looking me in the eye as she lowered her crotch to Polly's mouth. She screamed a long "Ohh!" as Polly unfolded her hood with her tongue. I couldn't believe the flexibility as my mom suspended herself over my sister, keeping her balance as Polly's talented tongue flicked around her sex. I was now thrusting as hard and deep as I could, trying to hold back my orgasm but quickly losing the control that was also getting me off. "Fuck yes, Mom," I cried. "Use your daughters, we love your sexy body."

Mom screamed a few more times before moaning, "Fuck yes, my daughters are so hot together."

I couldn't hold back anymore. Polly's bouncing tits, my mom's graceful but depraved sexiness, and the friction against my G-spot brought cries of "Oh yes," "Oh fuck," and "Yes, Mommy" to my lungs as the dams of orgasm broke. I was cumming hard, my mom's screams were at a fever pitch, and I even felt Polly's muscles convulsing as I gripped her hips. My mom let out a final groan and slid backwards to sit over Polly's head, and as I finished I too gave one last "Oh fuck," and slumped down over Polly. "Fuck that was hot," Mom said as she pulled one leg over Polly to get up.

"Amazing," Polly cooed.

I pulled myself back up and began undoing the strap-on. "It was amazing driving like that," I said, "but I think now I need someone to control me."

"We can probably go to up to bed now," Mom said, "then you can start by cleaning that thing." She pointed at the strap-on. "And how about you, honey?" she asked Polly. "Did you get to cum?"

"Yes, Mommy," Polly hummed, still on her back.

"I could feel her muscles contracting in my hands," I said as I started to walk toward the stairs.

"You coming with though?" Mom asked Polly as she too started toward her bedroom.

"I have to get ready for school," Polly answered, turning toward us. "Don't worry, I'll clean up too."

"Two wonderful daughters," our mom said.

"Both at your service," I answered, taking her hand to go up to her bedroom.​