Incest/Taboo Discovering My Little Sister

Tired as I was, I woke somewhat early the next morning because twin extra long beds are not made for two people. I untangled my naked body from Payton's and in doing so woke her too, even though she was groggy as ever. "Come back to bed," she groaned.

"I'm too awake now, but you can go back to sleep."

She groaned then asked, "Are you going to text your friend?"

"You're sure you want me to?"

"Yes, she's so hot."

I laughed. "You don't need to wake up first?"

"You know I just need a few minutes."

"Alright, I'll text her to go to breakfast."

Payton mumbled her assent and I texted Jessica. She texted back that she was already getting her food but I could join, so I roused Payton and gave her some pajamas and slippers to wear. I wore a white camisole and pink shorts with flip-flops. "You're going to freeze your ass off," Payton said as we went out the door.

"Then you guys can enjoy my hard nipples," I countered.

Payton smiled and nuzzled her head into my shoulder. "My bra shows through this shirt so we're even," she said when she pulled up.

"Are we? Your tits are awesome but they're going to stretch my shirt."

She kissed my cheek and we walked hand-in-hand to the dining hall, quiet the whole time. There was something beautiful about sleepyhead Payton in the morning, and the fact that she had barely straightened her hair before leaving added to that beauty. She didn't think so, quietly smoothing her hair in the reflection of the door as I bought her dining hall pass. We got our food and found Jessica, wearing a long, baggy t-shirt and pajama pants. The two of us sat across from her at the long, rectangular table. "Figure everything out?" she asked as we sat.

"Yes, thank you," Payton answered.

"Sorry, your name again?" Jessica's voice was flat, the voice of a college girl who didn't want to be at breakfast so early to talk to the person she was talking to.

"Payton."

Jessica ate. I watched, and Payton seemed to eat but I think she was watching Jessica. Twice during the silence Jessica seemed to pause and motion to speak, but said nothing. Finally, Payton said, "I'm really sorry I interrupted last night."

Jessica looked up to see that Payton was addressing her, not the both of us. "It's fine," she said, looking back at her meal. "I wish I had a friend who I could go to like that." Then she looked at me and opened her mouth to say something, but then went back to her meal once again.

"You seem mad," I said.

"I don't know, Carly. Like I said, I wish I had a friend I could go to like that. And I wish I had a friend who would drop everything for me like you did. But I thought we had a great time, and I wasn't ready to say goodnight, and, no offense Payton, but I kind of thought you'd come alone to see me."

"None taken," Payton answered, "and if you're, you know, frustrated, Carly will still go to bed with you."

"What the fuck?" Jessica exclaimed, looking at Payton then at me.

I tried to answer but Payton beat me. "Carly and I are together. I wasn't able to give her what she needed, but I am now. So dating, emotional connections, I'm calling those. But she has quite the libido and she's great in bed, so I'm not holding her back there."

"What the fuck, do you have some lesbian cuckquean fetish?"

"Haven't decided, but I think it'd be hot for you and Carly to hook up."

"Seriously, what the hell, Carly? Was this whole getting to know each other thing some kind of kink? Is that why you were moving so fast?"

"No," I answered, a meek, raspy denial like that of someone surprised to be caught, surprised to be in trouble.

"Is the two best friends thing a lie?"

"No," I said.

"No, we really do have another best friend," Payton continued. "We're a walking dumb blonde joke, but only I can say that and I have the grades to disprove it."

Jessica gave her a "not the time" look and then asked me, "So why didn't you tell me about Payton if you were telling me about your other friend?"

"I don't know."

"Look, I'm not going to be a pawn in your," she waved her hand between us, "whatever this is."

She started to move and then I got some courage. "Wait," I said. "I'll come clean. One hundred percent."

"So you were lying," she said, sinking back into her chair.

"Nothing big like you think. But you don't tell everyone everything on a first date."

"Fine. I don't know how you do this to me, but if you want to come clean, I'll listen."

"What I told you about my best friend and neighbor on her birthday is mostly true. Joy was instigating everything, but Payton was there. And it wasn't my neighbor, it was my sister."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I didn't actually have sex with her for a couple of weeks. But I hooked up with my sister several times over the summer. And my mom and I started fucking a week later and we fucked pretty much every night over the summer. The five of us had orgies every weekend, and Payton and I would sometimes go out and hook up weekday evenings. But I had no idea she wanted anything more until last night, and for what it's worth, I was pretty pissed at her until she explained why she had never said anything."

"I don't know what to say to that."

"You don't have to say anything, but don't feel like I used you. Call me a slut or a bitch or whatever, but I really don't want you to feel like you were used. I think you're awesome. I liked you. I like you. But I'm in love with Payton and the timing was just really bad."

"This is too weird."

"I don't see you trying to leave," I observed, shrinking back to a more timid tone.

"That's the weirdest part. No, the weirdest part is that I'm kind of turned on."

"Incest and orgies will do that," I teased.

"But I don't think I can sleep with someone and not get attached."

"I'll take that risk," Payton said. "Only because you deserve some after how I treated you."

Jessica sat quietly, looking up at the rafters. I gave her a moment then said, "So are you coming with us back to my room?"

She paused a bit more, then grabbed her tray and said "Fuck it. Let's go before I change my mind."

Payton and I followed, with Payton giving me a little slap on the ass then a wink and smile. We dumped our trays as fast as we could, trying to play cool but all doing our best to contain excitement or nervousness or whatever we felt. The walk back to the building was quiet and awkward but terribly exciting. We didn't say anything until we were in my room and Jessica had closed the door. Payton took my desk chair and Jessica leaned back against the door. I stood and turned toward Jessica. "What?" she asked, noticing all eyes on her. "I have no idea what to do."

"Whatever you want," I said.

"Carly will do an-y-thing you want," Payton teased.

"Maybe I'm too vanilla for you guys. I've only slept with women I was dating and I've really never done a three-way."

"Doesn't have to be a three-way," Payton said. "I might just watch."

The comment didn't seem to calm Jessica. I stepped toward her and said, "It's OK, I know what you want. I saw you looking at my nipples through my top."

I slipped my arm out of a spaghetti strap to expose my already-hard right nipple, drawing a gasp of "Oh my God" from Jessica. She bent, lifted my tit, and sucked my nipple without hesitation. I moaned as her tongue began to tease my nipple, starting with a slow massage that somehow hardened the bud even more. Then she gave a little flick, which made my moans even louder. The massaging, flicking, sucking, swirling, and even biting were like nothing I had experienced - this girl knew how to suck a tit. Finally she popped her mouth off and I shouted on pure impulse, "Oh FUCK that's good."

"Hands and knees on the bed so I can enjoy those skimpy shorts," she answered.

I climbed over the footboard and waited in the position she had ordered. She walked around the bed and ran her hand over my shorts, starting above my pussy then up through my asscrack. That hand then started massaging my entire crotch while I felt her other start feeling up my leg. I was whimpering again at her deliberate touch. Then she pulled up the leg of my shorts and slipped her hand under, using one finger to slowly massage at my entrance. My whimpers turned to moans. "God you are hot in these shorts," she said. "I wish you could fuck my pussy while I felt you up in them."

"Yes," I groaned.

I heard the drawer under my bed open and Payton pull something out. "You want to use this on her? Inside's a vibrator. Maybe pull her shorts down a little and take her."

"Holy shit, you guys use that thing?" Jessica stopped moving her finger and was now inside me, but just up to her first knuckle.

"Carly takes it in both holes."

"Fuck, I'm going to need to see that."

I was still breathing heavy but was able to talk since Jessica wasn't moving. "I wish I had two so you could both take me at once."

Jessica pulled out of me and touched my chin with her other hand. "You can't say shit like that and not eat me out," she said, then stripped her pants off in a flash, giving me a glimpse of her full bush before her t-shirt fell to cover.

"Fuck, I need to eat that," I answered, and she began to climb onto the bed.

"I need to masturbate," Payton said. She was just out of my range of vision, but I was focused on the pussy positioning itself in front of me.

"Wow, your friend's got some legs," Jessica said as she settled on a pillow to give me maximum access.

I responded, "She's fucking hot, but it's your turn now," and put my mouth into her pubic hair and snaked my tongue to her folds. She gave a small groan.

"I like you watching me," Payton said as soon as Jessica's groan ended, "but I want to see those tits."

"Strip me," Jessica panted. "She eats too good."

I felt Payton moving above me and tried to lift my head to see Jessica's tits exposed for the first time. But I felt a hand on my head and Payton said, "Finish your job and then maybe she'll let you see."

I moaned and refocused on the forest in front of me. I had eaten full bush before - Joy didn't trim and I had eaten Polly before she started - but nothing like Jessica's. The hairs seemed to hold her feminine scent and add to the flavor as they filled my mouth and got caught in my teeth. I loved it. There were so many pussies to experience, and Payton was going to let me. Jessica was moaning as I sucked her clit, tongued her hole, and enjoyed her sweet, hairy nectar. I could hear Payton panting behind me and periodically gasping, "Oh fuck!"

Then Jessica started shouting, "Come on! I'm so close, finish me." Then she screamed. I thought I had her then but she started shouting, "More! More! MORE!" I obeyed and oscillated my tongue with every fiber I had in the muscle. Finally I felt the juices flow and then she her loud grunt filled the room to signal she had cum. "Fuck, you're good at that," Jessica gasped.

I pulled up and saw her exposed body for the first time. Her tits were massive - Joy was flat compared to her - so much so that her pink nipples were just tiny little sprouts on mountains of mammary flesh. "I need your body," I gasped.

"I need to see you two fuck first," she replied.

I looked over at Payton, her golden legs spread wide and her hand still in her lap, presumably from masturbating while I ate Jessica. Her pants were gone and she was only wearing my white t-shirt, through which her bra was just barely visible. Jessica continued, "I want to see Carly impale herself on that dildo."

Payton got up and said, "Are you sure you don't want her fucked doggy so she can eat you again?"

"No, I want to see her ride you and lose control."

I sat up on the end of the bed while Payton readied the strap-on. Then she started to climb onto the bed and turned to face Jessica, who said, "No, I want your head here so I can see her."

"She's pretty damn hot reverse cowgirl."

"It's hotter with your pretty face between my legs."

"Just don't sit on my face."

"Deal, but take off your shirt and start fucking."

Payton smiled and stripped off her shirt then bra. She twisted to lay between Jessica's legs. "I wish my tits were perfectly shaped like yours," Jessica whispered. She started to touch herself; I hadn't even started to mount Payton and Jessica was already masturbating to my girlfriend.

"I wish my tits were as perfectly sized as yours," Payton replied.

I was over Payton by then and interjected, "I love both your tits, but right now I need my pussy split open."

"Do it," Jessica groaned.

I positioned Payton's thick tool at my entrance and looked straight into Jessica's eyes as I slowly lowered myself. "You really do take that whole thing," Jessica moaned as I came to the bottom on Payton's crotch.

"I love the way she fills me," I said as I lifted myself and began humping. Payton held my hips tight, but I guided myself. "I love sex and I love seeing your hot body on my bed."

Payton tightened her grip with one hand but reached up to fondle my tit with another. "I love your puffy pink nipples," Jessica replied, her hand starting to move with an intense rhythm.

"You're both fucking hot," Payton grunted, "but Carly needs to be fucked."

With that comment, she went back to my hips and jammed upward, taking control of me and making me bend forward. Her hard thrusts began to overtake me, I felt endorphins rushing out of my pussy and through my stomach and legs. My mouth was agape and my face was contorted in pleasure. I was being fucked too hard to analyze Jessica's pretty face, but I had a perfect view of her huge chest, when I could keep my eyes open. "Fuck her," Jessica whispered. "Fuck that pussy."

I found myself moaning as Jessica kept encouraging Payton. No matter how many times I had the thick plastic inside my holes, I always lost myself when the woman taking me took control. My moans were getting louder, Payton's thrusts were getting harder, and I was slamming back against them for maximum pleasure within my womanhood. "Oh fuck, are you getting close, baby?" Jessica panted.

"UHH!" was all I could get out. I was so close, how did I even last this long? Payton was fucking like an animal, I was putting on a great show, and Jessica was giving me back just as good a show. Her hand was a blur in and out of her bush and her tits were on full display, so tempting to touch if I didn't need my arms to support my thoroughly fucked body.

"Cum for me, baby," Jessica goaded. "Let's cum together."

My body obeyed. The rush came through me, my moans became screams and my body jolted with every slam Payton gave to my cervix. Jessica started screaming too and the cacophony of our mutual orgasm echoed off the walls of my room and surely crept through to the hall as well. Payton kept banging me until finally my orgasm finished and I collapsed into her chest, panting to catch my breath and try to recover. Jessica went quiet as well, enjoying her second orgasm with her legs surrounding my spent body wrapped up in Payton's.

I felt Jessica shift and then say, "That was so fucking hot, you two." I felt her fingers open my lips and I sucked them in, again tasting her deliciously strong pussy. "But I'm going to need to see that dildo in Carly's ass."
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Jessica didn't take me in the ass right away, we all needed to recover a bit and Payton and I hadn't really gotten to finish our breakfasts. We ordered lunch in and then spent the afternoon in a romp that was primarily me and Jessica with Payton watching and masturbating. Jessica seemed fascinated by my willingness to do whatever she wanted and my generally successful attempts to to stay a step ahead of what she asked for. She was clearly new to group sex and probably to all-weekend romps - we barely convinced her to stay for dinner delivery and then she insisted on leaving around nine instead of letting me eat her to sleep.

Payton had no doubt what she wanted to do after Jessica left, though. She took me missionary then took me doggy and the whole time cooed about my sexual prowess and how nothing was hotter than seeing me fucked. After my body finally said enough and made me pass out, I woke up to a snuggly Payton who wanted to have a lazy Sunday, eat a normal dining hall breakfast, and slowly make passionate love. And so we did, forsaking toys and using only our fingers, lips, and tongues to seek out even the tiniest erogenous zone on the other's body, until the time came for me to take her to the airport. I called my mom upon returning to my dorm to discuss her meddling, which led to us getting off as I told her the sexual adventures of the weekend and how Payton seemed to enjoy being cuckolded. We saved the stories of her rare girls-only weekend with Polly for the next night.

Jessica texted me Tuesday morning to ask if I'd like to do an early lunch. I accepted. I debated changing into something skimpier - I was wearing black nylons (garter belt, of course) and boots with a long-sleeved white shirt for warmth. My pink skirt was all the way to mid-thigh. I decided not to change except to take off my panties. Jessica was dressed up by her standards, jeans and a t-shirt that was not overly baggy. The meal started as a normal lunch between friends except that Jessica was a little awkward. She was clearly afraid to ask for what she wanted, but I would make a move before we left. For the foreplay, though, I was getting off on watching her squirm. She clearly wanted my pussy and didn't know what else to do with herself. Finally, she took the plunge, during a lull in the conversation with no apparent preparation. "So did you really have sex with your mom?"

"Of course. We had phone sex last night."

"Was it weird?"

"No it was hot. She freeused my sister all weekend and told me about all the nasty things she did that we could have done together."

"No, I mean the first time. Or first few times."

"A little. She walked in on the four of us and I still thought I was straight, so I was more nervous than anything. But my sister loves incest porn and basically led the way, then my body took over. Then the second time, she was helping me process my gay panic and it was exactly what I needed. She's a great mom and it was just right."

"Hmm. I guess it's good my mom's a huge bitch then."

"I don't follow."

"I don't feel an ounce of attraction to her. She's hot, but straight and horrible. Don't know what stupid things I'd do if I were attracted to her."

"Maybe my mom and I could hatefuck her for you."

"I don't want you to Ra*e my mom!"

"Hatefucking isn't Ra*e. It's just sex that comes from a place of hate. And my mom's quite adept at flipping straight women."

"You put too many ideas in my head."

"So you like the image of me and my mom DPing yours?"

"I dunno. I like the image of you and your mom. I don't even know what she looks like and it's still driving me nuts."

"We could do a FaceTime three-way."

"Maybe. But right now, I can't get over the idea of you taking me with that strap."

"Me? Or would you rather Mommy Carly took you."

Her lip quivered as she said in a husky whisper, "I think I want Mommy Carly."

"Then take Mommy's plate and she'll give her baby what she needs."

The speed with which Jessica piled my tray onto hers was almost comical. I walked to the exit while she took our food, waited for her, then hooked my arm in hers when she arrived. "You take such good care of Mommy," I whispered in her ear as we walked out.

"God, can't you wait?"

"Are you embarrassed that your friends' mommies don't love them enough to fuck them?"

"Carly, we're in public, please."

I whispered in her ear, "There's no one around, and you will address me as 'Mommy.'"

"Yes, Mommy," she sighed.

I kept quiet until my room. She spoke first when the door was shut, saying "I don't know if I can be in public with you."

"Then next time just come to Mommy's room and take what you need."

"God damn, fuck me," she sighed and pulled me to her, vigorously giving me a deep tongue kiss and backing herself into the door.

I pressed into her and met her ravenous tongue with equal energy. I wasted little time in pulling her t-shirt up, which was her cue to grab my bare ass under my skirt. As I brought our lips back together, I lifted her bra over her tits and roughly took one in each hand. We kissed more before she guided me toward her neck, whispering "Are you wearing a garter?"

"Of course," I told her between nibbles to her neck. "Good sluts wear stockings. Pantyhose is for obnoxious teases." She groaned and grabbed my ass harder as I continued to find sensitive spots on her neck. Once I felt she was ready, I told her, "Now don't tease Mommy. Get out of those jeans and on my bed."

I released her and she quickly undid her jeans then finished removing her bra as she assumed a spread eagle position on my bed. "Mommy will take care of you, but first you have to help Mommy," I said as I slowly climbed the bed and positioned my legs around her head. I lowered my wetness to her mouth and her tongue flicked out and caused me to loudly moan. "Oh God!" I cried. "Oh you eat Mommy so good." I bucked onto her mouth as if her tongue were a stiff dildo. Before I knew what hit me, I was cumming. I moaned a bit longer and as the climax peaked, I shouted "Oh yes, like that, eat Mommy, you make Mommy cum, FUCK!" and I slowed my motions and lifted my leg over her.

"Now what can Mommy do for her baby girl?" I asked.

"I want your strap."

"How do you know Mommy has a strap-on? Were you going through my drawers?"

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

"Why would you go through your mommy's personal, private things?"

"I'm just so horny for you, Mommy. I needed to see nudes or dirty panties, and when I saw your strap, I just couldn't think of anything but you taking me with it."

She was lightly fingering herself as I pulled out my strap-on and secured the toy under my skirt. "Do you think your fingers are better than Mommy's dildo?" I asked.

"No."

"Then why are you touching yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm just so horny for you."

"Well there's no point in Mommy fucking you if you can take care of yourself."

She removed her hand and lifted herself to look at my strap-on sticking out from under my skirt, my top, stockings, and boots still in place. "Oh God, you are so hot in that strap," she groaned.

"Don't use that lesbo slang," I ordered as I turn on the inner vibrator and crawled over her naked body. "This is Mommy's cock, and Mommy's gonna fuck you with her big cock."

"Yes Mommy, fuck me with your cock," she begged as I moved the tip into position. Then I pulled a massive grunt out of her as I penetrated her entry.

"Oh, this is what I need, Mommy," she cried as I bottomed out. "You're splitting me in half!"

"That's right, take all of Mommy," I growled as I started my motion.

I wasn't sure I had ever been on top in a missionary so I started slow. The pace seemed right for Jessica anyway - she probably wasn't like me, who would take any speed my mom chose. With every thrust, she whimpered "Mommy," and her immersion into fantasy quickly had me close again. Her hands were creeping up my back and I knew she was working her way toward pulling my top off. I wanted her mouth on my nipples but I was also turned on by fucking her with all my clothes on. I began moving faster, trying to get deeper inside her with every cry of "Mommy." Her hands continued to pull at my shirt, so I lowered myself to put all of my weight onto her enormous chest while I continued to fuck with my abs and knees. "I know you're obsessed with Mommy's perky tits," I whispered in her ear, "but Mommy's fucking right now so just lay there and cum like a good slut."

"Oh yes Mommy," she cried. "You make me cum so hard."

"That's right," I breathed, lifting myself again. I started to go even faster. "Mommy uses you as her bitch and you just cum."

I was completely pounding her at this point. I couldn't go any harder and my abs were going to be sore later. She was holding tight onto my back and soon enough cried, "Fuck, Mommy, I'm so close. Finish me, Mommy. Finish me!"

I looked straight into her eyes, which were closed in ecstasy. "Look at Mommy," I ordered. Her almond eyes opened wide, and I could tell by her look what she needed. I knew because I had fucked my actual mom, and I knew what made that perfect. "Mommy fucks you like a slut because she loves you. Mommy loves you and knows you need your pussy stuffed and your body owned."

"Oh FUCK!" she screamed. "Fuck, Carly, I'm cumming! Ah, ah, ah..."

I kept up my pace but then found myself cumming. "Oh God, baby," I yelled. "Mommy's cumming for her sweet little girl!"

I came hard, the feeling of the vibrator in my pussy, the pleasure of splitting Jessica open, looking down at her beautiful face, and thinking of how I was giving her the closest thing she'd ever had to the pleasure my own mom gives me. I lost track of how hard she was cumming or if she was even still able to handle my thrusts as I rode the wave of orgasm. Then I heard her yell, "Oh God, Mommy, another one's coming!"

Our screams syncopated together as my orgasm came to completion and I finished Jessica off. As we both calmed, I gave her one last slow, long, deep thrust, held our mounds together, then slowly slid out. "Mommy needs to work now," I whispered to her, "but you know where to come next time you need a fucking."

Jessica lay blissfully on my bed, legs still spread. I pulled off my strap-on then went to the bathroom to clean off our juices. She was in her bra pulling her jeans on when I came back. I tossed my dildo in its drawer then sat at my desk and started working on a lab report as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "I didn't realize you going to work as if I wasn't here," she said to me.

"I'm right down the hall next time you need Mommy," I told her without looking up.

I heard her laugh then say, "So you're really sticking with the roleplay."

That comment made me turn to her and I answered, "Of course, if I break before you, then I might ruin your fun."

"It was damn fun. I've just never done anything like this."

"Well I'm here whenever for whatever you want to try." I uncrossed my legs and continued, "Even if there's something you want to try right now."

She watched my legs as I opened them enough to hike my skirt above the tops of my nylons. "So many things," she said, "but I think I have to prepare for class."

I crossed my legs again. "Then I guess this is goodbye for now."

"Yeah, thank you," she said. I just smiled as she left.
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I called Payton that evening. "I fucked Jessica again," I said when she answered.

"Oh God," she groaned. "Tell me everything."

"Turns out she was really turned on hearing about my incest."

"I bet she was. She was so horny for you."

"We did lunch and once she admitted it, I made her call me 'Mommy.'"

"Did she call you that in the cafeteria?"

"Took some convincing, but eventually."

"So fucking hot. Then what did you do to her?"

"Put on my dildo and fucked her missionary."

"God yes, that's so hot."

I could hear her panting so I asked, "Are you masturbating?"

"Yes. Carly, it's so hot, hearing about how much you need sex and how much people want you."

"She wanted me bad."

"Of course she did. Tell me more."

"I made her strip completely naked, but I fucked her with all my clothes on. I put the strap-on on under my skirt."

"Oh yes," Payton groaned. "What were you wearing?"

As I told her everything I had worn that day, I could hear her cries through the phone. Then she asked me if I was masturbating and I said no, but hearing her make herself cum was making me want to. "I'll masturbate with my mom when I call her after this."

She screamed and I could tell the last comment had set her off. I really did want to start touching myself as I listened to her finish, but I also wanted to be told what to do by my mom. "Thank you for telling me all that," she said as she recovered.

"Honesty is an important part of a relationship, right?"

"So is getting off, and hearing about you sleeping around gets me off."

"That's good. Because now I've got to go so I can get off with my mom."

"So hot. Tell me about that later."

We hung up and I FaceTimed my mom. After our hellos, I told her "I fucked that girl from Friday night."

"My dirty slut's already cheating?" she asked.

"Well she said I could. I told her about it just now and she touched herself till she came."

"Well are you going to tell me about it so that I can cum?"

I did. My mom was much more active, asking me to show her my outfit and telling me to put on the strap-on for her. She told me to turn on the vibrator so that I could cum too. We came several times, with her telling me how Payton might have looked, and what she would do if we could take Jessica together. Then she told me that once Jessica was spent, she would make me take off my strap-on so that she could pound my pussy. In response, I took off my strap-on and pounded myself to my last orgasm of the day.

The next few weeks proceeded in a similar way. Jessica would call me most days, probably 4-5 times a week, we would eat if we needed a prelude to sex, then we would roleplay mother-daughter (switching off the roles). Then I would tell Payton who would cum on the phone before I called my mom and we would cum together. On days that I didn't hook up with Jessica, I would FaceTime my mom first and then make Payton cum by telling her the fantasy my mom had come up with. I wanted to take pictures with Jessica for my girlfriend and mom, but she wasn't comfortable, even if I didn't show distinguishing features. In fact, she was barely comfortable with anything after we finished. The few times I got her to stay the night, she rushed out in the morning. I tried to entice her into weekend romps, but she always found a reason to go back to her room. I guess, when I think about it, a weekend romp is easier with five women than two. But she wasn't just getting off and dashing, which would have been hot. She would linger, and she seemed to want more, and sometimes she took more but things always ended with her making nervous excuses.

By Thanksgiving, I was starting to wonder about my newfound relationship. Payton and I had always been best friends, in many ways closer to each other than either of us was to Joy. But now that we were dating, our connection was dominated by sex - specifically me having sex or phone sex and then telling her. We would talk about other things in our lives, but sparingly. For me, my sluttiness was as satisfied as ever, but I couldn't understand why my best friend would suddenly want to turn our relationship into little more than her apparent cuckquean fetish.

Being a chemistry major, I was the last to arrive home for Thanksgiving. Joy's Wednesday classes were cancelled and she was driving distance anyway, Payton was arriving in the afternoon, but I would only be home in time for a late dinner. My mom picked me up from the airport and kissed me on the lips, but a quick kiss, like we were in a long-term relationship. She was wearing a black skirt suit with nylons and a purple blouse that said she had been working, but the skirt was short enough to say we might be up to something more. "Any plans for tonight?" she asked.

"Well I want to see Payton, but we haven't planned anything."

"So text her."

"You don't have any plans?"

"Polly and Joy are out, so I figured that if you didn't have plans I'd just make you dinner and then, well, you know."

"'You know' sounds great, but I think I need to see Payton before our little scheme for tomorrow." Payton and Joy had agreed to tell their families that they were going Black Friday shopping after Thanksgiving dinner. They didn't have to tell us what that really meant.

"Well then, text her."

"That's the thing, I don't know what to say. It's like, our whole relationship was basically her breaking up my first date, we fucked, we called my date and fucked her, she left, we fucked some more, and then I started fucking that date and she gets off on it. It's nothing but me fucking another girl."

"And you want something more?"

"I just want to understand what we're doing. I'm not complaining about a shit-ton of NSA sex, but I want to balance that with my relationship to Payton."

"So then text her that your mom is making steak and ask her if she wants to come over for dinner. You can talk to her then."

I did while my mom and I continued to talk about the status of my unusual relationship. Payton responded that she had eaten but she'd love to see me. I told her we'd pick her up and she could eat or not eat. Actually, since I got in so late, I dropped my mom off because she wanted to start cooking and I went and picked up Payton. I greeted her with the same kiss on the lips that my mom had greeted me with, but was struck dumb. Not only did I have no idea how to approach my concerns, I hadn't thought about my concerns deeply and had barely seen Payton since we became official. I barely even noticed how much bust her long sleeved scoop neck showed. I was dressed for a flight, but if I didn't screw things up by talking about our relationship, she'd see that there was nothing under my zip-up sweater and sweats.

Payton bailed me out and asked some benign questions about my day and flight, and we had an awkwardly normal conversation until getting back to my house. My mom, still wearing her suit and pumps, was cooking when we got home, so we sat at the table and Payton continued to lead the conversation that now included my mom. As if to add to the ridicule of the situation, my mom answered questions about work as if we didn't know the dark underbelly of her career, and Payton didn't ask any questions in that direction. Finally my mom brought out plates for the three of us - Payton couldn't say no to a small second dinner - and asked, "So when are we going to stop beating around the bush?"

Payton turned to me with an anticipatory look in her eye while I sat quiet like a kid who knew she was doing the wrong thing. My mom casually cut her steak. "I was thinking we could just bang it out," I finally said, looking at my mom but noticing Payton's confused look from the corner of my eye.

"You have four days to bang it out. Tonight, you talk."

I took a deep breath but didn't say anything. Payton interjected herself to ask, "What are you guys talking about?"

I looked at my mom who nodded to me. "Queen Nosy over here thinks we should talk about our relationship," I said.

"Don't make this about me," my mom admonished.

"Why?" Payton asked.

"Because I feel like we haven't talked since we became official. But I'm not complaining either." I said the last bit while staring hard at my mom, who continued eating almost too casually.

"I feel like we talk about everything. I don't want to hear about polymer chains and you don't want to hear about operating systems, and we've talked about everything else."

"But you don't think it's weird that our entire relationship has been me fucking another girl?"

"It's fucking hot. I mean it might be weird for others, but I'm constantly turned on by you."

"But we're not going to lose our relationship or friendship, are we?"

"I don't think so. I mean, at some point I'll probably be less horny, and don't act like you don't like eating that bush."

"I mean, the sex and phone sex is pretty great."

"Linda, even you've never seen a bush like this."

"Slut can't get me a picture to prove it," my mom mumbled with her mouth full. I felt something drip onto the inside of my sweats - calling me a slut meant we'd be eating something else soon.

"But can you at least explain to me what we're doing?" I asked.

"Carly, it's just like it's always been, except we admit we're in love and I admit I love thinking about you having sex."

"So it's not bad that I sleep with Jessica so much?"

"Carly, that's silly. If anything, I hope you bring more girls back to bed."

"But I don't get it."

"Do you love me less because you fuck other women?"

"I mean, no."

"For me, I dunno, maybe it's my trauma, but I love that you're getting your needs met. And it turns me on so much that you're so horny, and that Jessica and your mom and probably half the girls at your school want you, but at the end of the day, you're in love with me."

"That really turns you on?"

"Have you seen yourself getting fucked? There's nothing hotter than your sweaty body being used, especially when your mom's sitting on your face and your sister's eating you out."

"I actually haven't."

"Maybe we should make a porno," my mom suggested. "It's about the only thing I haven't done."

"Really?" Payton asked.

"Stupid risk," my mom answered. "But considering this conversation is usually a blowup fight, I think our core group can be trusted."

"You've seen a lot of these conversations?" I asked.

"A lot of times people have them in front of me. Sometimes right after sex. Sometimes one tells me about it afterwards while looking for a hookup."

"So what's your take?" I asked.

"Well it's different because I'm related to one of you. I think things are fine but you gotta pay attention to a few things. Like Carly, you can't think this is a TV relationship but you also get to sleep around. Like you have to accept it for what it is to work. And you shouldn't worry because in a way this is just continuing the relationship you've always had. Joy's in her own relationship now, so she's drifting from you guys and so you're naturally going to become closer. So 'girlfriends' is new but 'Carly and Payton' is same as always. But Payton, at some point you're going to need to address why you like all this cuckolding. I've cucked plenty of willing men and women and it works until it doesn't."

"I mean, Carly's super hot, shouldn't I enjoy that?"

"Of course. But when people don't understand why their relationship is the way it is, that's when things go off the rails."

"I feel like I just said why."

"Maybe, but you also have a lot of trauma, and I understand somewhat more experience than either Carly or Joy. Something else might be going on."

I could feel the tension rising and I was starting to lose hope in the evening as Payton responded, "I don't get why that matters. Carly wants sex, and I want her to have sex."

"It matters because Carly's my daughter, and for that matter you're like a daughter. I've seen a lot of relationships, I know how things go because I'm usually the side piece. So I don't want you guys making the obvious mistakes."

"But I feel like I know what I'm doing. I've been around and now I know what I want."

"Sure. But if there wasn't something else going on, you would have said 'Hmm' and gone back to your food."

Payton sighed and allowed silence to linger for a moment. We all continued eating, but somehow even my mom seemed less casual. "I guess it relaxes me," Payton finally said.

I waited for my mom to say something but she just looked at me and back to Payton and back to me. Payton continued unbidden. "Sometimes it feels like everything is work. School is work, friends are work, sex is work. Sex is always so much work. Except this summer it wasn't work, and then I made it work by trying to get more from Carly, but when Carly tells me about being with Jessica, it's just easy. We all get off and I can just relax."

"See that's important," my mom said. "Now Carly should know what to do to keep things relaxing. But you guys should keep open about this stuff, because anxiety in open relationships is real."

"Was our first time work?" I asked.

"Carly, I did all the work."​