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Jake pulled up at the kerb at 7:14 and sat in the truck for half a minute with the jar on his lap.

The wreath on the Sutton front door was new. Pale eucalyptus and white ribbon. Either side of the porch, two short palm trees in glazed pots. The blinds in the front bay window were half-open and the small white dog was sitting on the sill watching him. Watching him hard.

Jake gave the dog a small wave.

The dog did not wave back.

Showtime, Jakey. Don't fuck it up, keep it cool.

He picked up the punnet of strawberries from the passenger seat. Twelve fat red ones, glossy, cut tops already sugaring in the heat of the cab. He picked up the jar in his other hand. The jar was the size of a small fist, warm to the touch, the chocolate visible through the glass and the pastel-pink label reading Double Dip Dipping Chocolate. Designed to share. For couples, families, and the people you love most.

He had read every face of the jar six times in his apartment on Tuesday night. He had paid the four hundred dollars to his fraternity brother Tyler at the Harmon Labs confectionery division. Remembered what Tyler had told him.

"Yeah, you can eat it too, no worries, it's chemically designed to have different effects based on gender. Actually, it's better if you have some - will make it the night of your life."

He had picked the night, the dessert, the brand of strawberries. He got out. Locked the truck. Walked up the path. Rang the bell.

Domestic two-tone ding-dong. Bare feet on tile. The door opened.

Tanya was in a white tennis skirt that landed mid-thigh and a fitted pink polo with the collar up. No bra. Hair down and brushed out. Glass of white wine in her right hand, half full, condensation on the bowl. Bare feet. Pink-pearl toenails.

Same shade as Mia's. Yep.

"Jakey!"

"Hey, Tanya - let me put these down before I crush them."

She laughed and stepped back from the door. He stepped through, set the punnet on the entryway console, set the jar beside it, turned, and took her in his arms.

Big hug. Slow. He let his eyes track openly down her body and back up while he was still inside it. Down her throat. Across her chest - the pink polo was doing a lot of work without a bra, and she had clearly known what she was wearing when she answered the door. Across her stomach. Across her hips. Back up via her mouth.

"Wow, Mrs Sutton. Gym's paying off. Your ass is even more toned than Mia's."

His hands slid down as he said it. Both. Past the waistband of the tennis skirt and up underneath it. Bare ass under his palms. Warm, firm, no fabric anywhere. He squeezed.

Tanya laughed. Soft. The kind of laugh that took half a second longer than it needed to.

She did not move his hands.

"The difference is, unlike with Mia, you have to stop at the entrance to this tight ass."

She winked. She walked back into the house, his hands sliding off her bare cheeks as she went, the tennis skirt falling back down to mid-thigh in the same motion. She left him in the doorway with both hands warm and the small white dog still standing on the rug giving him a fresh appraisal.

"Hey - are you seriously groping my mom right now?"

Mia was leaning in the kitchen doorway. Pink booty shorts. White cropped bra-top. Pink EarPods around her neck. Hair in a high messy bun. Bare feet. Pink-pearl toenails. Half a green apple in one hand.

She was already smiling.

"Relax, babe. That wasn't groping. That was just being friendly. Here - I'll show you some real groping."

He crossed the entryway in two steps. Took her hip in one hand and the back of her neck in the other and kissed her properly. Tongue. The good kind.

His left hand went down the back of her booty shorts. Bare cheeks. He found the cleft. His middle finger pressed flat against her bare asshole.

His right hand went down the front of the booty shorts. Bare pussy. His middle finger found her clit at the same time.

He worked both. Slow circles, both, same wrist.

Mia made a long muffled mmmph into his mouth.

He held her there.

From the kitchen, ten feet away, Tanya sipped her wine.

"OK, guys. Before all that. Should we have dinner first?"

Mia broke off the kiss. Her lower lip dragged on his on the way out.

"Mommy."

"You can have him after, baby."

Jake picked the jar back up and the punnet with it. He followed her in. The small white dog trotted past him and went upstairs.

The kitchen had cream cabinets and a white marble island and three plates on the counter near the stove with pasta and prawns on them. The whole room smelled like lemon and garlic and butter and a little bit of perfume he didn't recognise.

They sat at the island. Mia on a stool with her legs crossed and one foot bouncing. Jake next to her. Tanya across.

"This looks great, Mrs Sutton."

"Stop calling me Mrs Sutton, Jakey."

"Tanya. Sorry. Force of habit."

"Babe, stop flirting with my mom," Mia said around a prawn. She was laughing.

"Oh as if," Tanya said. "Why would Jakey flirt with me when he's got a hot young thing like you wrapped around him, honey."

"Exactly."

"Exactly," Jake said, deadpan, and Mia leaned her shoulder into his.

They ate. Pasta with prawns, a green salad. Tanya kept the pinot grigio coming. The conversation drifted the way Saturday-night conversations drift in suburban kitchens - Mia's friend Hannah's new boyfriend who Tanya had opinions about, Tanya's Pilates instructor who was getting catastrophically divorced and apparently fighting about a beach house in Pismo, a story Jake half-told about a client of his who was constantly changing requirements. Mia giggling at parts. Tanya refilling her wine.

He kept his eye on the jar.

It sat on the island between Jake and Mia. He watched Tanya's eyes drift to it twice during dinner. The third time she set her glass down and reached over.

"What's this - oh, Double Dip. Megan from Pilates was telling me about this."

Megan from Pilates. Of course.

"Yeah. It's good. Got it as a treat. Strawberries to go with it."

"Ooh."

She turned the jar in her hand. The pastel-pink label faced her now.

Mia bumped Jake's shoulder.

"You didn't tell me you were bringing dessert."

"Full of surprises."

"You're full of something."

"Mia, honey, don't be rude. He gives me free compliments. You should be encouraging him."

"Mom."

"What. He does."

Mia laughed. Jake said nothing, drank the pinot grigio, Tanya's line from earlier running through his mind.

"you have to stop at the entrance to this tight ass"

This better work.

Tanya cleared the plates. She put them in the sink and produced a small white fondue stand from a low cupboard.

"Honey. Remember when I bought this a year ago. I've been waiting for an excuse."

"Ooo, good idea, mommy."

She unscrewed the jar and used a small spatula to scrape the chocolate into the ceramic bowl. It came out in one warm-brown plug and slumped over the side and settled. She switched on the little battery tealight underneath - flickering electric-orange.

The chocolate softened. Ninety seconds. The plug went flat. The surface went glossy. The smell came up thick and dark, faintly salted, faintly expensive.

Jake arranged the strawberries on a side plate Tanya passed him.

He took the first one. Dipped. Ate.

It was excellent. A thick warm coat that broke clean on the bite. The chocolate did something at the back of his throat that he had only ever felt with very good chocolate, plus the secondary thing - a small warm pulse, two seconds long, right behind his sternum. Then something else, lower down, a slow steady building in his cock and behind his balls that he had felt once before on Tuesday night and recognised as the chocolate getting its second hand on the wheel.

"Oh my god."

Mia took one. Dipped it deeper than he had. Two bites. Licked her finger.

"Oh my god. Mom, you have to."

Tanya looked at the strawberries. Tanya looked at her wine. Tanya looked at the fondue stand and visibly did the math.

"I shouldn't, sweetie - I had carbs at lunch, I was going to be good through the - "

"Oh, mom, come on."

" - and your father and I always used to say the bad thing about chocolate was that you couldn't just have one, so I'll - I'll just let you two enjoy it - "

She started to stand off her stool.

"Here, Mrs Sutton - oops, sorry, Tanya - I'll get you one."

Jake was already moving. He slid around the island, picked up a strawberry, dipped it deep, brought it out, dipped it again, brought it out coated double, and arrived at Tanya's stool with the chocolate-loaded strawberry an inch from her mouth.

Tanya, mouth slightly open, mid-protest: " - oh, Jakey, I really - "

"Just one. Promise. I brought it for you to try."

He held it at her lips.

Tanya, after one half-second of looking up at him, opened her mouth.

He fed her the strawberry.

She bit through it slowly, and her eyes closed.

The chocolate worked its magic. Jake watched her face do what his own face had done thirty seconds ago, except slower, and on her it lasted longer. Her shoulders dropped. Her lower lip stayed parted around the strawberry stem he was still holding. A small sound came out of her chest she did not seem to know she had made. It was the type of sound someone made when a song they had loved twenty years ago came on in the car and they were alone.

When she opened her eyes again they were soft.

"Oh, Jakey, that is - "

A drop of chocolate had fallen off the bottom of the strawberry while she was holding her face up. It was now sitting in the pillowy upper slope of her left breast, just above the V of the polo, a single dark warm bead.

"Sorry, Tanya. Let me get that."

He brought his free hand up and dragged his middle finger along the top of her breast, slow, collecting the chocolate cleanly off her skin. His finger came up coated.

He brought it to her mouth.

Tanya, with the same soft open expression: opened.

He slid his middle finger into her mouth up to the second knuckle. She closed her lips around it. She sucked.

She sucked his finger clean, slow, eyes half-shut, the way someone savours a thing they want to remember the taste of, and when he pulled the finger out it came out with a small wet pop.

Tanya, very quietly: "Oh my god, Jakey."

"Yeah?"

"That is the most - "

"Yeah."

"Uhh - babe."

Mia was on her stool four feet away. Mouth open. Strawberry stem in her right hand. Two fingers of her left hand on the marble of the island like she had been about to push herself up off the stool.

"Shouldn't you be finger-feeding me?"

"Sorry, babe. Was just helping your mum out. Here you go."

He took a fresh strawberry, dipped it, brought it out, dipped it again. Walked the three steps back around to Mia's side of the island.

He didn't go straight for her mouth.

He drew the chocolate-loaded tip of the strawberry, slowly, along the edge of her crop top - from the outer slope of one breast across the small valley between them to the outer slope of the other, leaving a faint shining trail of melted chocolate on her skin and a long warm streak across the top of the white cotton.

Mia, giggling, looking down at her own chest: "Babe, oh my god, you got it on me - "

"Sorry, babe."

He fed her the strawberry. Mia bit through it. Her face went through the same slow lid-drop Tanya's had gone through. The small sound came out of her chest. She didn't say anything for a few seconds.

When she opened her eyes she said, "Oh my god," and her voice was an octave higher than it had been when she sat down to dinner.

"Hold still."

He bent down. He licked her cleavage clean. Slow tongue, base of the trail up. Mia's hand came up and wove into the hair at the back of his head. She held him there a beat longer than the chocolate required.

When he straightened up his lips were faintly chocolate.

He kissed her on the cheek. Left a small chocolate print.

Mia, breathless, dreamy: "Babe."

"Babe."

"That was - "

"Yeah."

He looked across the island. Tanya was watching them with her wine glass halfway to her mouth, motionless. Her cheeks were pink down to the collarbones. The tennis skirt was riding higher on her thighs than it had been when she sat down. She did not seem to have noticed.

She caught him looking and gave him a small almost-startled smile.

"Help yourselves, kids," she said. Her voice did the same octave-thing Mia's had. "I'll just - I'll have one more."

She had three more.

They ate the rest of the punnet. The chocolate disappeared down to the bottom inch of the warmer. Mia laughed at something on her phone she still wouldn't show them. Tanya refilled her wine. The conversation, which had been easy, went somewhere softer. Mia made jokes Jake didn't bother to follow because they didn't need following. Tanya laughed at them all. So did Jake. He kept eating.

He watched it land.

Mia stopped mid-laugh at one point and just sat there with her mouth slightly open, blinking, like she had momentarily lost the shape of the sentence. Her face had gone pink from the collarbones up, all at once. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. She picked up her water glass and took a long drink.

"Mom. It's, like - really warm in here."

"AC's on, honey."

But Tanya was also adjusting where the tennis skirt sat on her thighs.

Mia squirmed. Her crop top was doing nothing for her nipples, which had gone hard and were pressing the fabric into two clear points. She caught Jake looking and her face went through a small what is happening flicker and settled back into I don't care, I want him.

She slid off the stool. Wobbled half a step on her bare feet. Caught the edge of the island. Recovered.

"Me and Jake are gonna go hang in the living room. Thanks for dinner, mummy."

"Of course, baby. You two have fun. I'll tidy up in here." Tanya slid off her own stool, standing on wobbly legs. Hand bracing against the kitchen island for support.

Mia padded out toward the living room. Jake watched her go. Her booty shorts were riding up. She walked like she had forgotten one or two things about her feet.

He stood. Picked up his wine.

He did not follow Mia immediately.

He walked, instead, around the island to Tanya's side. She looked up at him.

"Thanks for dinner, Tanya. It was delicious."

"Oh - of course, Jakey, it was - "

He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. Slowly. He let his lips rest against her warm skin for two seconds, three, four.

"I hope the dessert I brought won't mess with your diet. It really is a tight ass. Would hate if you lost it."

His right hand had slid down her back as he said it. Past the waistband of the tennis skirt and up underneath it. Deeper, this time, than at the door. He found the bare cleft of her ass and let his fingers slide between her cheeks. Found the rim. Brushed it once, lightly, fingertip.

He squeezed the cheek in his palm.

Tanya's whole body went hot under his hand. He felt her thighs press together. Her face went pink down to the collarbones. The breath that came out of her was small and shaped wrong, the way someone's breath went when their body suddenly handed them more sensation than they could process.

"Y-yes, of course, Jakey. I'll keep it tight."

She didn't seem to know why she had said it. Her eyes were on his mouth.

He gave her cheek one last squeeze, slid his hand out from under her skirt, kissed her once more on the temple, and walked away toward the living room.

He heard her, behind him, set her wine glass down on the marble very carefully.

Give her a minute.

Tanya sat back down on the stool when Jake left the kitchen.

For about fifteen seconds she did not move at all. She sat on her stool with her hands flat on the marble and looked at the empty doorway he had walked through. The tennis skirt was still riding higher on her thighs than it had been. The fondue stand on the counter beside her was empty of strawberries and almost empty of chocolate. Her wine glass was where she had set it. Condensation rolled down the bowl.

Her thighs would not stop pressing together.

She tried to take a sip of her wine. Her hand was unsteady. She set the glass back down.

She tried to think. Something was happening to her. The room had gone warm in a way that was not the AC. Her skin was singing. The small dark wet patch on the inside of the tennis skirt at the front had spread to the outside in the last five minutes and was now visible. The seat of the stool, when she shifted her weight, was wet underneath her.

The thought she should have had was: something is wrong, I should sit and breathe and figure out what is happening.

The thought she did have was: my god, that chocolate.

She shifted on the stool.

The motion dragged her bare pussy across the wooden lip of the seat where the cushion ended. A small electric jolt ran up her spine. She made a tiny sound she did not recognise.

She did it again.

The same jolt. Bigger this time.

Her hand had already gone under the tennis skirt and she had not consciously chosen to put it there. The pads of her fingers found her clit and started circling. She closed her eyes.

Heat. So much heat. Heat everywhere - across her chest and down her belly and under her tongue and in her hair. The chocolate was still on her lips. She licked them. She tasted it again and another small involuntary noise came out of her.

She rubbed her clit slowly at first. Then less slowly. Her own slick was already coating her fingers; she could feel it down the inside of her thigh. The polo was sticking to her back. Her nipples were hard enough that the pink fabric over them was making its own small tents.

She climbed.

She knew what she was doing - knew this rhythm intimately, the exact two-finger circle with the exact pressure she used in the bath on a Sunday night when the house was quiet. She climbed the way she always climbed.

She didn't crest.

She got close. Closer than close - right on the cliff, her whole body going tight and ready, the orgasm a quarter of an inch away - and then it slipped sideways and did not arrive.

She made a small frustrated sound into the empty kitchen.

She tried again.

She added pressure. She added speed. She used her other hand to pull her own polo up under her arms - bare-breasted at the kitchen island now, one hand between her thighs under the skirt and the other on her own breast, thumb working the nipple. She climbed again. She got closer than the first time.

She didn't crest.

"Oh, what the fuck," she said softly into her own kitchen.

She slid off the stool onto her bare feet. The whole front of her tennis skirt was wet now. Her thighs were shining down to mid-thigh. She got the polo the rest of the way off and dropped it on the marble - bare from the waist up, blonde hair down her bare back, nipples hard and dark in the kitchen light.

She got the tennis skirt off too. She did not bother with the zipper. She wriggled it down over her hips and stepped out of it and kicked it aside.

Naked at her own kitchen island.

She climbed back onto the stool. Her bare ass against the cool wood, her bare pussy already leaking onto it, the smell of her own arousal coming up sharp into a room that ten minutes ago had smelled like prawns. She tipped forward and forward until the lip of the stool was up against her clit and ground down against it.

The jolt this time bent her forward at the waist with a small open-mouthed gasp.

She rocked.

She rode the lip of her own stool with both hands now free - one of them came up and tweaked her own nipple, the other reached around and pressed her middle finger flat against her own bare asshole, no preamble, just there, applying pressure.

Her face did something she could not see.

She climbed faster than she had ever climbed. The whole kitchen narrowed to the lip of the stool and the finger at her rim and the heat coming up the inside of her.

She didn't crest.

She got so close. Closer than the first two times. She felt the orgasm gather in her hips, in her belly, in the back of her neck, gather and gather and arrive at the edge and not cross.

A small genuine sob came out of her.

"What is - what is - "

She rode the stool harder. She pressed her finger in past her rim, one knuckle, two. The slide of her own finger inside her own ass was easier than it had ever been, easier than any of the practice she did alone at the back of her bedside drawer - wetter, somehow, slicker, her body lubricating itself in a place that had not previously bothered to. She didn't notice. She moved her other hand down to her clit. She climbed and she climbed and she climbed and she did not cross.

From the living room came a sound.

It was muffled by walls and a corridor - a long high broken noise that she recognised, after a beat, as her daughter. The sound was followed by another, lower, that she recognised after a beat as her daughter's boyfriend.

Tanya stopped rocking.

She sat at her own kitchen island, naked, one hand inside her own ass, the other still working her clit, breathing hard, listening.

Another sound. Mia again. Bigger. Wetter.

Tanya, with the part of her brain that was still working at all: I should put my clothes back on.

Tanya, with the rest of her hazy lust-filled brain taking over, did not put her clothes back on.

She got down off the stool slowly. Her legs were not entirely under her control. She pulled her finger out of herself with a small wet sound that echoed in the empty kitchen. She did not pull her other hand off her clit. She just kept it there, two fingers moving in their slow constant circle, and walked on bare feet across the cream tile out the kitchen doorway.

Naked. Wet. Soaked to mid-thigh. Hair down her back. Hand still working between her legs.

She reached the entrance to the living room and stopped just before it.

She did not step into the room.

She watched.

Mia had not made it as far as the headrest of the couch. She had made it to her knees in the middle of the carpet and gone no further.

The booty shorts had come off somewhere between the kitchen and here. Jake found them thrown on the couch. Mia herself was on the carpet on all fours, ass up, head down, crop top still on but riding under her armpits, hair coming out of the bun. Her bare pussy from behind was visibly wet down the inside of both thighs.

She looked over her shoulder at him. Her pupils were enormous. The pink was high in her cheeks.

"Babe. Babe. Please."

The living room was beige carpet and the long grey L-shaped sectional and a glass coffee table with white peonies in a vase. The TV was on with the sound off - two cheerful people in a kitchen somewhere choosing between two countertops.

Jake set his wine glass down on the side table. Undressed in about twenty seconds. Shirt over his head. Belt undone. Jeans down with the boxer-briefs. He had been hard since the entryway. He stayed hard now - the chocolate had hit him too, and his cock was leading him into the room ahead of the rest of him.

He noticed it again as he straightened up - the slow steady building in his cock that he had felt at the kitchen island. Stronger now. Every nerve along the shaft was firing on the kind of band he usually only felt in the last six strokes before he came. Except he wasn't anywhere near coming. He was just standing there, naked, with his cock pointing forward and feeling the kind of feeling it normally only felt at the end.

OK. So that's what Tyler was talking about.

Mia, seeing him: "Oh my god, babe, please, please."

He went to his knees behind her. Put one hand on her lower back. She arched into it. He lined himself up against her pussy from behind. She was soaked. Not warm-up wet, not the polite-introductory wet of a normal Saturday - soaked, all the way through, the kind of wet that was going to leave a mark on the carpet under her knees.

He slid in.

Mia made a sound like a kettle.

The inside of her was different too. Tighter than usual. Hotter. Every ridge along the front wall fired against him like she had been edged for an hour before he had even arrived. He had not in his life been inside a body that felt like this.

Christ.

He fucked her. Slow at first because Mia liked it slow first. Then harder, because Mia's body was already telling him harder - her ass coming back to meet him with each stroke, her shoulders dropping, her forehead pressing into the carpet. He gave her a solid two minutes of straightforward doggy on her own mother's living room rug and watched her come apart in real time.

She was past speech inside thirty seconds. Her hands clawed the carpet. The crop top had ridden all the way up around her shoulders. Her bun came undone the rest of the way and her hair fell over her face.

He felt her climb. He knew that climb - six months of fucking her, he knew that climb exactly. The shudder building in her thighs, the small noises starting in her throat, the way her ass got tighter as the orgasm gathered in her pelvis.

She got to the edge.

She didn't cross.

Jake felt the moment where she should have crossed and instead her body locked up just short and held there, vibrating. Mia made a frustrated nnngh into the carpet and pushed back against him harder.

"Babe - oh god, babe, harder, please - "

He went harder.

She climbed again. The same shudder, the same gathering, the same broken-vowel noises. She got to the edge.

She didn't cross.

He went deeper. Hit the angle. The one that had reliably worked since their second night together. He reached around and worked her clit with two fingers in the exact circle she liked.

She didn't cross.

She had now climbed three times in about ninety seconds without crossing once. She was crying, a little, into the carpet - not full crying, but the wet noises had crept in. Her hands had gone from clawing to clutching.

"Babe - babe - what's - what's wrong with me - "

"It's OK. It's OK. Slow down."

He pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. She let him do it like she was made of warm dough. Her crop top pulled off over her head somewhere in the motion - bare-breasted now, nipples hard and dark in the mood lighting from the lamps. He started at her nipples. Mouth, tongue, light teeth, the way she liked it. Worked his way down her belly. He ate her the way he had been eating her for six months - every move he had on her, every move that had ever worked.

She climbed.

She didn't cross.

She climbed again. Whining now, openly, her hands in his hair, her hips coming up to meet his mouth.

She didn't cross.

She came down off the cliff for the fourth time in under five minutes and started actually sobbing. Tears at the corners of her eyes and a small genuine shake in her shoulders. She was twenty years old and she had not in her life gone five minutes of focused stimulation without coming and her body did not know what to do.

"Babe - babe - I can't - I don't know what's - please please please - "

He came up off her pussy. Kissed her thigh. Wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist. Sat back on his heels and looked down at her on the carpet, hair fanned out, bare-breasted, mascara running, chest heaving.

She was wrecked.

He had never seen her undone like this. Her body had never had to figure out not coming before.

He breathed.

He had expected this - Tyler had let him know the chocolate's exact effects. What he hadn't expected was the moment a twenty-year-old girl with a face full of tears realised her body had stopped working and didn't know why. His cock strained so hard it hurt.

He stayed kind. He stroked her belly before moving to and sitting back on the couch.

"Come here, babe. Come here a minute."

She came. She crawled to the couch on her hands and knees, naked, mascara smeared, half-laughing through the half-crying.

"Suck me for a while, babe. That usually gets you going."

She did not question this.

She didn't even think about it. Her hand came up to his cock the way it had come up to his cock a hundred times before and her mouth followed, and she opened wide and took him in.

Mia gave excellent head. She had given excellent head on their second date and had given excellent head every time since, and tonight, with the chocolate in her, she was giving the kind of head that Jake had on previous occasions had to ask her to slow down for. She didn't ease in. She went straight to the back of her throat - saliva pooling immediately, the wet sound starting straight away, her free hand at the base of his shaft squeezing while her mouth bobbed.

She moaned around him. Constantly. A low desperate mmm mmm mmm that vibrated up his shaft and into his belly.

He let her work for a minute. Two. She didn't slow down.

Then, gradually, she did something he didn't ask her to do.

She slid lower.

Her mouth came off his cock and onto his balls - first one, then the other, taking each one into her mouth in turn and massaging it with her tongue. She didn't open her eyes. She had gone somewhere inside herself.

Then she slid lower again.

Her tongue traced a slow line down his perineum. Flat, broad, wet. She lingered there. She had never lingered there before. She had been on his perineum exactly twice in their time dating and both times she had been working her way back up.

Tonight she was going the other direction.

Her tongue kept moving. Past the perineum. Into the start of the cleft of his ass.

Jake, very smoothly, slid forward on the couch until his ass was hanging off the edge of the cushion. He pulled his knees up to his chest. He spread.

He didn't say anything.

Mia did not hesitate.

Her face went into his crack and her tongue came out and her tongue landed on his asshole.

The sound she made when it landed was one Jake had not heard her make in the six months of forcing every sound imaginable out of her. It was part moan, part recognition, part oh thank fucking god, that's what was missing.

She ate his ass.

She ate his ass like she had been starved and given her first meal. Flat broad strokes against his rim. Then narrowing to a point and pressing in. Then back to broad. Her hand had gone to her own pussy and was working her clit in fast tight circles.

Her hips bucked.

She made a small high oh into his ass.

Jake watched her face - what he could see of it, half-buried in the cleft of his ass - and watched her body shudder in a different way than it had shuddered for the last fifteen minutes. Not the build-and-fail of the doggy on the carpet. This was a low clean wave coming up out of her pelvis. Small. Compact. Not the full crash she should have had ninety seconds into being fucked.

But something. A small clean release. Her body went tight and held for two seconds and then released, and a small fresh slick of wetness ran down the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes rolled back. He saw them go.

She didn't stop licking.

She doubled down. Tongue digging in harder. Mouth open wider. Wet slurping sound coming out of her now in a way that Mia would have been embarrassed about an hour ago and tonight was not.

There it is.

He let himself look to his right toward the corridor.

Tanya was in the entrance-way.

She was naked. Completely. Polo gone, tennis skirt gone, blonde hair down, breasts bare and rising and falling, bare pussy soaked down both thighs. Her right hand was between her own legs, two fingers in slow constant circles on her clit. She had not stepped into the room. She was hiding just outside the frame, and she was watching her daughter eat her boyfriend's asshole.

When Jake's eyes found hers, she did not look away.

She didn't move at all.

Jake smiled at her. Not a big smile. A small private one. The smile of a man who had been correct.

"Hey, Tanya. Whatcha doing?"

Tanya, voice an octave higher than it had any right to be: "Uhh - just seeing what you kids were up to."

"We're just chilling, Tanya. Want to join us?"

She came into the room. Slowly. Bare feet on carpet. Her hand did not stop moving between her legs. The fingers were shining.

She was beautiful in a way Jake had thought about for the entire time he'd been dating Mia. Mia's body twenty-two years on - fuller through the bust, slightly softer at the hips, the faint lines of her only pregnancy low on her belly, the trace of an old summer tan-line at the cleft of her ass. Nipples darker than Mia's. Pubic-bare like Mia. Soaked like Mia.

She stopped four feet from the couch and stood there, naked, rubbing herself, looking at Jake and at her daughter's face buried in Jake's ass.

Mia, with effort, pulled her face off Jake's asshole. A long string of saliva stretched between her lower lip and Jake's rim before it broke. Mia turned her head.

She saw her mother in the room.

Her mind, on the long delay it was now running on, processed the image: mom - naked - masturbating - in front of my boyfriend.

She blinked twice. Tanya spoke.

"Umm. Y-yeah. You two really don't mind if I hang too? I wouldn't want to cramp your style."

The hand that wasn't between her own legs had crept up to her own bare breast and was tweaking her own nipple. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

Jake, grin steady: "Of course, Tanya. We're just relaxing. You're always invited. You don't mind, right, babe?"

Mia opened her mouth.

She was, by the look on her face, going to say no.

She was going to say, yeah, kind of, mom, or can we just have a minute, or some other version of the territorial twenty-year-old protest that two minutes ago she would have made without thinking.

She did not get to say it.

Jake's right hand came out and caught the back of her head and pulled her face firmly back down between his cheeks. Mia's protest came out as a muffled mmmpf against his asshole and her tongue, on instinct, came back out.

Within three seconds she was eating him again.

"I think that was a yes, Tanya," Jake said, with a wink. "Come sit next to me."

Tanya crossed the last four feet on legs that were not entirely under her own control.

She sat next to him on the couch. Her bare thigh pressed against his bare thigh. She was still rubbing herself. Her face was eight inches from her daughter's face, and her daughter's face was in her daughter's boyfriend's ass, and the angle of the couch meant Tanya was looking down at the top of Mia's head and the line of Mia's bare shoulders and the way Mia's hips were rocking back against her own hand.

For about five seconds Tanya did not move.

Then her free hand - the one not between her own legs - came up and rested very lightly on Jake's bare chest. Tentative. The hand of a woman touching a thing she was not sure she was allowed to touch.

Jake reached over and took her wrist and brought her hand down to his cock.

"Here, Tanya."

Tanya's fingers wrapped around his cock and her breath came out of her in a long slow exhale.

She started stroking him. Slow. The grip and pace of a woman with experience, who had been stroking cocks for longer than Mia was alive and remembered exactly how this was done. Her thumb traced the slit on each upstroke.

"Oh, Jakey."

She kept her other hand between her own thighs. She climbed slightly. Not enough.

"Tanya."

"Yes, Jakey."

"Look at your daughter."

Tanya looked.

Mia's face was buried in his cleft. Mia's tongue was visibly inside him. Mia was making small steady wet noises around his rim. Tanya, inches away, watched her own daughter eat ass and felt her own pussy clench against her own hand.

"She's been like this for ten minutes, Tanya. She can't crest. Nothing I'm doing is getting her there. She's hurting."

"Oh, baby - "

"She needs help, Tanya. She needs her mum."

Tanya's hand on his cock paused. Her face did a thing.

"Jakey - I don't - "

"She needs you, Tanya. Just put a hand on her. She'll feel it. A mothers touch. You know what she likes."

Tanya, very quietly: "Mothers touch."

"Mothers touch." Jake echoed.

For two seconds Tanya stayed exactly where she was - her hand on his cock, her other hand on her own clit, her face inches from her daughter's bare back. Then she slid off the couch.

She slid down onto her knees on the rug beside her daughter. She switched the hand between her own legs. The other hand - the one that had been on Jake - went to her clit, her other came up and floated, hesitant, above her daughter's spine.

Her palm came to rest on the small of Mia's back.

Mia, against his asshole, made a small approving mmm. She did not stop.

Tanya's hand moved. Up the line of her daughter's spine. Down. Up. Down. Stroking. The kind of slow soft hand a mother put on a child's back to soothe her after a fever. Tanya did not stop rubbing her own clit. She did not look at Jake. She looked at her own hand on her own daughter's back and rubbed her own clit and let her foggy mind stop trying to think and give way to her body.

"That's it, Tanya. That's it. She's calmer already. Just like that."

Tanya, breathing through her open mouth: "Honey."

Mia, around her work: "Mm."

Then, after about a minute of the slow back-stroking, Tanya's hand slid sideways. Off her daughter's back. Down the curve of her daughter's bare ass. Stopped on the cheek.

Tanya squeezed her daughter's ass.

Mia, against Jake's asshole, made a small surprised noise that was not protest.

Tanya, very quietly: "Oh, honey."

Tanya squeezed again.

Then her hand crept inward, between her daughter's spread cheeks, and her fingers brushed against the wet bare pussy from behind. Mia jolted. Tanya, operating on what was now clearly horny-lust only, slid two fingers slowly inside her own daughter's pussy from behind.

Mia made a long muffled oh into Jake's ass.

Tanya started fucking her own daughter with her fingers. Slowly. Carefully. The way she would have wanted somebody to do it to her.

She climbed.

She didn't crest. But she got closer than she had got at the kitchen island. Some component of the trigger was here in the room that had not been there in the kitchen.

She looked sideways up at Jake. Apologetic. Confused. Aroused past speech.

"Jakey - I can't seem to - "

"I know, Tanya."

"Nothing is - nothing is - "

"I know. Try this."

He held his hand out to her and she took it, him pulling her towards him on the couch. Then once in range, his hand let go and switched to holding her head. He started pulling her down towards the cleft of his ass, the one Mia was already hard at work between.

Tanya, halfway there: "Jakey, no, I can't, that's my - "

"Try it."

"That's my daughter's - "

"Tanya. Try it. She needs you and you need this. Try it."

He kept the gentle pressure on the back of her head. Tanya, on the second-to-last shred of resistance her brain had left, kept her face six inches from his ass for two full seconds, fighting it.

Then her face went into his crack alongside her daughter's and her tongue came out.

The sound she made when her tongue first landed on his rim was the same sound her daughter had made. Lower. More controlled. But the same.

She ate him with her daughter.

Two tongues working the cleft of his ass on the living room rug. Tanya's tongue went higher, found the rim where Mia had been working it, and met her daughter's tongue there. They licked the same square inch of him simultaneously for a beat before Mia, possessive, pushed her mother's tongue out of the way and reclaimed the rim.

Tanya yielded the rim. She took the perineum.

Mia, around her work, muffled: "Mom. Mom. It's so - "

"I know, honey."

"It's so good - "

"I know, baby. I know."

They ate.

Both of them micro-climaxed inside the next two minutes. Quiet, contained, small releases - Tanya gasped against Jake's perineum, her thighs trembled, a fresh slick of wetness ran down her leg, her hips jerked once. Mia made a high oh oh oh into Jake's rim and went still for two seconds and then doubled down.

Neither of them came properly. Neither of them stopped trying.

Jake, still lying back on the couch with both women working him from below, both hands stroking the back of one head each - Mia's hair under one palm, Tanya's under the other - let his head tip back and breathed at the ceiling.

Holy fuck.

After about ten minutes of this he had to start directing them.

They would have eaten him all night otherwise. He could feel it. They were both pinned to his asshole like it was the answer - and the asshole was the answer, partly, but his asshole alone wasn't going to crest either of them, and Jake had plenty more fun planned this evening.

He pulled gently on Tanya's hair.

"Tanya. Come up here. Bring your mouth."

Tanya pulled her face off his perineum slowly. A line of her own spit and Mia's on her chin, mixing. She came up off the rug and onto the cushion beside him on the couch. Her face six inches from his. Her bare breasts pressed against his ribs.

He kissed her.

Full tongue. Slow. She kissed him back the way she had wanted to kiss him from the doorway every time he came over and had not been allowed to.

While they kissed his hand found the back of her head and guided her down, the kiss breaking. Past his mouth, past his throat, past his chest, down to his cock - which was hard and shining and waiting between his thighs.

Tanya, without protest, opened her mouth and took him in.

She went straight to the back of her throat. No easing. Mia's exact technique twenty-two years older. Jake felt the soft give of the back of her throat and the press of her tongue against the side of his shaft - her head bent down from beside him on the couch - and the controlled steady breath through her nose, and he understood, in real time, what Mia would be in twenty-two years if Mia kept practicing.

He let his head tip back against the couch and made a small low mmm in his chest.

Mia, who had still been on the rug eating his ass when this happened, lifted her face.

She watched.

She watched her mother deep-throat her boyfriend on the couch above her.

She watched Jake's hand in her mother's hair.

She watched Jake make the soft moan he had just made, which was a moan Mia had not, on reflection, ever heard him make in six months of trying to make him moan.

Her face did a thing.

"Mom."

Tanya kept sucking.

"Mom."

Tanya, on a long upstroke, came off Jake's cock with a wet pop.

"Yes, baby?"

"He's mine."

Tanya hesitated.

Mia, on her knees on the rug between Jake's spread legs, reached up and put her hand on her mother's shoulder and pushed.

"He's mine, mommy. Off."

Tanya, after a beat, lifted her face away from his cock. She sat back on her heels on the couch cushion. She looked down at her daughter. Her hand wandered back between her own thighs.

Mia took her mother's place.

She came up off the rug onto the couch and put her mouth on Jake's cock and went straight down to the base in one motion - not as smoothly as Tanya, with a small choke at the back of her throat, but with a kind of possessive intensity. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Her hand wrapped tight around the base under her mouth. She held there for three seconds with her cheeks hollowed and her eyes shut.

Then she pulled back and started fucking her face onto him in fast hard strokes.

Tanya, on the couch beside her, watched her daughter deep-throat Jake and put two fingers back in her own pussy with the dejected uncertain motion of a woman who had been told, very clearly, that she was not welcome.

Jake watched all of this.

He let it run for about twenty seconds.

Then he reached down with his right hand, took a handful of Mia's hair at the roots, and pulled her firmly off his cock.

She came off with a wet pop and a small surprised sound. A long string of saliva connected her lower lip to his cockhead. Her mouth stayed open.

Jake brought his cock up to her face with his free hand and slapped her, lightly but firmly, across the cheek with it.

Slap.

Then the other cheek.

Slap.

Mia's eyes went wide.

"Don't be a bitch, Mia. You should be nice enough to share with your mom."

He slapped her face with his cock a third time, more slowly. He left it lying against her cheek, slick from her mouth, glistening across her cheekbone.

Mia, blinking up at him from below the cock pressed against her cheek: "...sorry, babe."

"And?"

Mia turned her head, awkwardly with his cock still on her face, and looked sideways at her mother on the couch.

"Sorry for being a bitch, mummy."

Tanya, fingers still inside herself, made a small soft sound.

Jake gave her face one more slap with his cock for good measure. "Good girl."

Jake left the cock against Mia's cheek for two more seconds. Then he slid it slowly across her open mouth - let it drag past her lips, leave a wet streak across her chin - and lifted it away.

He stood up off the couch.

He kept the fistful of Mia's hair he still had and used it to walk her - on her knees first, then up onto her feet - the four feet across the rug to the open side of the L-shaped sectional, the short end of the L that ran along the wall opposite the TV. He turned her. He lifted her by the waist with one arm and the back of the knees with the other and dropped her down onto the cushion on her back, head hanging off the edge of the cushion at the end of the short-side of the L.

Mia, head dangling upside down off the cushion, looking at him from below: "...babe?"

"Stay there, Mia."

He turned. Walked the four feet back to the long side of the couch where Tanya was still kneeling on the cushion, hand between her own thighs, watching him with eyes that had not quite caught up.

He held out his hand.

She took it.

He pulled her up onto her feet gently - much more gently than he had pulled Mia anywhere - and kissed her once on the mouth, slow, warm, an apology and an invitation in the same kiss.

"Come here, Tanya."

He walked her by the hand the four feet to where her daughter now lay upside-down over the end of the couch. He positioned Tanya on her knees in-front of Mia's upside-down face, just behind where he was about to stand, then he took position between them, facing Mia.

He looked at Tanya over his shoulder.

"Sorry, Tanya. You can play around back there for a while. I've got to teach your daughter a lesson."

Tanya, on her knees behind him, hands already coming up to his ass cheeks: "Yes, Jakey. You're such a good boy. Make sure she learns."

Her hands spread him. Her tongue extended.

Jake turned his head forward again.

Mia was below him, head off the cushion, mouth slightly open, two huge wet eyes looking up at him from upside-down.

He stepped forward.

He let his cock - hard, slick from Mia's mouth and Tanya's mouth and the chocolate-thinned spit of both of them - settle against Mia's open lips from above.

"Open up, babe."

Mia, looking up at him from below, his thick hard cock, his two heavy swinging balls, his cheeks being spread by her mother, her mothers tongue sliding in and out of his anus perversely. She opened. He pushed in. Her mouth opened around him the way the throat opens when the head is tilted back and the neck is straight - easier than at any other angle, the whole tube of her opening into a clean line down to her stomach.

He slid all the way in.

Mia's nose pressed against the underside of his balls. Her chin pointed up at the ceiling. He could feel the back of her throat opening against him.

Behind him, Tanya's tongue kept working. Her mouth was in his asshole, one hand spreading a cheek, her other hand back between her own legs.

He kept Mia's head where it was - head off the cushion, mouth taking him to the back of her throat - and started to fuck her face.

By the hair. Roots. His hands his pivots. He moved her head up and down on his cock the way a man moves his own hand, only with more grip. The clean straight line of her throat meant he could go further than he had ever gone in Mia's mouth before, and he did - every stroke went root-deep, her nose pressing into the underside of his balls every time he bottomed out.

Wet sounds. Gagging sounds. Her own saliva running down over her nose and into her eyes and into her hair and onto the cushion beneath her head. Her moms saliva coming down too and mixing.

Mia, between strokes, gurgling: "Mppf - mppf - mppfh - "

Tanya, against his asshole: "Mmm."

Jake, throat-fucking his girlfriend by the roots of her hair while his girlfriend's mother ate his ass behind him, looked at the muted home-improvement show on the wall and at the empty wine glass on the coffee table.

Doing pretty well for a Saturday.

He let it run for five minutes before he changed positions again.

He stopped throat-fucking Mia. She came off his cock gasping and red-faced and crying and grinning, her head still off the edge of the cushion, mascara now in her hair, the corners of her mouth stretched pink and shining. She looked, by any measure he could think of, like the happiest she had ever been.

"Good girl."

Mia, hoarse: "Thank you, babe."

He reached behind and pulled Tanya's face off his ass too. Tanya came off with a small reluctant mmm. Her chin was also a wreck. Her cheeks were flushed dark pink.

He took both their hands and pulled them up off the couch. He walked them, on shaky legs, the four feet to the coffee table.

The coffee table - glass top, low - had the white peonies still in their vase at the back and Tanya's empty wine glass at the front. He cleared the table, setting them both against the wall of the room.

"Mia. Bend over."

Mia bent over the coffee table without thinking. Her cheek pressed flat against the glass. Her ass came up. Her hair fell over her face.

"Tanya. Beside the table. Watch."

Tanya knelt beside the coffee table where she could see her daughter's face.

Jake went to his knees behind Mia. He spread her cheeks with both hands. Her asshole was small and pink and tight and waiting - and then he noticed it, the way he had noticed her pussy's hot tightness earlier, the way he had noticed his own cock's constant build. Her rim was already producing a slow steady weep of its own slick, not just the leak-down from her pussy, something else, something coming from inside her ass itself, slippery and warm and ready in a way no anal he had ever done with her before had been ready.

Of course. Of course it does that too. What can't that stuff do?

He spat once for form. He lined himself up. He pushed in.

No real prep beyond his own saliva and her body's own preparation. Mia gasped - a high choked sound - and her face went into the that's the spot blank-slack expression Jake had seen exactly once before, under perfect conditions, when entering her pussy. Her ass took him in without resistance, the muscle of her rim closing soft and warm around his shaft.

Tanya, two feet to the side: "Oh - oh, Jakey - "

Jake started fucking Mia's ass.

Slowly at first. Then faster. Both his hands on her hips. He watched the small white curve of her ass meet his pelvis. He watched Tanya's face change as Tanya watched it too.

After about ninety seconds he pulled out.

He stood. Walked the two steps to Tanya. Stopped in front of her face.

"Open up."

Tanya looked at the cock - fresh, glistening, straight from her daughter's ass. She looked at her daughter bent over the coffee table behind it. She started to say something.

"That's been in my - "

"Open."

"Jakey, I can't, that's - "

He reached down with his free hand and took a handful of her hair at the crown - not gentle, not now. He tightened his grip until she felt it. He pulled her face forward and pressed the tip of his cock - wet, slick, straight from her daughter's asshole - against her closed lips.

He applied pressure.

Tanya kept her mouth closed for one second. Two. Three. He could see her fighting it. He could see the chemicals and lust fighting back. He could feel the small spasm in her jaw where she was holding her teeth together.

He tightened his grip in her hair. He pressed harder with the cock. The tip of him pressed flat against her closed lips, slowly forcing them apart by sheer pressure.

Tanya made a small sound in her throat - half protest, half something else.

Then her mouth opened.

He slid in.

Tanya's eyes rolled all the way back the instant he was past her teeth. He felt her tongue come up automatically along the underside of his shaft, slow and exploratory - already tasting. She moaned around him. The moan vibrated up through him. Her hand on her own clit moved faster.

He let her go to work.

She bobbed twice and pulled off.

Her lower lip was wet and shining.

"Oh, Jakey," she said. Her voice had gone the same low dreamy place it had gone in the kitchen when the chocolate first hit. "Oh, that is the most - "

"Yeah?"

"That is the most delicious - what is that - "

"It's good right?."

She put her mouth back on him. She held him at the back of her throat. Practiced. Steady. No struggle.

She came off him after thirty seconds with a small focused sound, her hand working her clit fast under her own thigh, her hips rocking - and she got close. Really close. She made a small high oh and her thighs locked and her ass clenched against her own heel and a fresh stream of her own wetness ran down the inside of her leg.

She didn't fully crest.

The release was bigger than the rim-ones - half an orgasm, maybe, scattered through her body in pieces - but the actual crest stayed just out of reach.

She made a small frustrated whimper.

"Jakey. Jakey, why can't I - "

"Soon, Tanya. Soon."

He turned. Walked back to Mia. Mia was still bent over the coffee table, looking sideways with her cheek on the glass, watching. Jake slid his cock - fresh from her mother's mouth, which had been fresh from her own ass - back into Mia's ass without warning.

Mia made an ooof and her hand scrabbled for the edge of the coffee table.

He fucked her ass again. Two minutes. He could see Mia's face turned sideways with her cheek flat to the glass, eyes half-shut, mouth half-open, gone.

Then he pulled out. Walked to Tanya. Tanya was already opening her mouth before he got there.

He slid in. She moaned around him. She climbed again. She got closer than the first time.

She didn't cross.

He pulled out. He took her by the hand and pulled her up and walked her back to the coffee table - to Mia's side of it. He arranged her there: Tanya kneeling, cheek pressed flat down across the top of her daughter's bare ass like she was using it for a pillow, her face now at exactly the height where she could reach the cleft of her daughter's cheeks with her mouth without lifting her head.

Tanya, cheek on her daughter's ass: "Jakey?"

"Just stay there, Tanya."

He turned his hips, lined up, and slid back into Mia's ass - Tanya's cheek now resting on Mia's bare back-cheek inches from where his shaft was disappearing into her daughter's rim. Tanya could feel the impact of every stroke against her own face. Every time he bottomed out in Mia, the bounce ran through Mia's ass and through Tanya's cheek and into Tanya's neck.

He fucked Mia for thirty seconds like that, watching Tanya's eyes go more and more out of focus from the rhythm against her own jaw.

Then he pulled out.

He brought the cock around the curve of Mia's hip and laid the head against Tanya's mouth from the side.

Tanya, without lifting her cheek off her daughter's ass, opened.

He slid in sideways, his hand at the back of her head holding her cheek down on Mia's skin, fucking his cock slowly into her mother's mouth at the angle the position offered. Tanya bobbed. The wet sounds went directly through Mia's ass-cheek into Mia's body. Mia, on the coffee table with her face on the glass, made a small whining sound that was half babe and half something else.

Back to Mia's ass. Tanya's cheek absorbed the bounce again.

Back to Tanya's mouth.

Back to Mia's ass.

The rotation built its own metronome inside ten minutes. Jake stopped having to think about it. His hips knew the timing. Mia knew when to expect him. Tanya knew when to expect him. The two of them started talking to each other across the gap.

Tanya, mid-suck, pulling off, panting: "Honey. Yours is the best."

Mia, from the coffee table, cheek on glass: "Mom. Mom. It feels so good."

"Honey."

"What is happening to us."

"I don't know, baby. I don't know."

Mia laughed. A real laugh, against the coffee table glass, while her mother's mouth was above her ass on her boyfriend's cock.

The rotation shifted.

After another five minutes or so of cheek-on-her-daughter's-ass, Tanya lifted her face off Mia's bare skin. She rose up off her knees, shifted her body alongside her daughter's, and tipped forward over the coffee table - slid her cheek down onto the glass beside Mia's, hands flat to the table edge for support, ass up beside Mia's ass at the back of the table. Same position as Mia. Identical.

Both of them now bent over the coffee table, side by side. Two bare asses up. Two glistening wet pussies and buttholes visible from behind. Two faces sideways with cheeks pressed flat against the glass, three inches apart.

Tanya, looking sideways at her daughter: "Honey. I want a turn."

Mia, with her cheek on the glass: "Mom, no."

"Honey - "

"Mom. I let you eat his ass and cock, but he's still my boyfriend. Mine. You can keep using your mouth, but my asshole is plenty for him."

Jake reached down and grabbed Mia by the back of the neck. Gentle. Firm. He tilted her face up off the glass.

"Mia. Share."

Mia, sulking through the haze: "Babe - "

"Share, babe. There's lots of me to go around."

"...fine."

Jake did not let go of her neck.

He stepped around behind Tanya - still bent over the coffee table beside her daughter, ass up, waiting - and lined himself up at her rim with his free hand. He held there. His other hand stayed firm on Mia's neck, her head still tilted up off the glass.

"Mia."

"...yes, babe."

"Tell your mom you're sorry."

Mia blinked at him from her tilted-up position, mouth opening.

"For what, babe?"

"For being a bitch about sharing. Tell her."

Mia turned her head sideways - awkwardly, Jake's hand still firm on the back of her neck - and looked at her mother three inches away on the glass.

"...I'm sorry, mommy. It just feels so good. I was being selfish."

Tanya, very softly, her own cheek still on the glass: "Oh, honey, it's OK - "

"Good girl. Now show her you're sorry."

Mia, confused, mouth opening to ask how - Jake didn't wait. In the same motion he pushed forward into Tanya's ass, burying himself in one long smooth stroke until his hips pressed flush against her cheeks. Tanya's mouth opened in a wide O against the glass.

In the same motion he used the hand on Mia's neck to pull her face the two inches across the glass to her mother's, and pressed Mia's open mouth onto Tanya's open mouth.

Their lips locked.

Both of their eyes went wide.

Jake settled his hips against Tanya's ass and pinned her down, her body held in place by his weight and her face held in place by the press of her daughter's mouth on hers, and started to fuck her ass.

His hand stayed on Mia's neck, holding Mia's mouth against her mother's. Neither of them could move.

Jake fucked Tanya's ass slowly. Long deep strokes, bottoming out on every push, his hips slapping wet against her cheeks. Tanya was moaning uncontrollably into her daughter's mouth - small high broken sounds that Mia, lips locked to her mother's, was catching with her own mouth and not letting escape.

"Come on, girls," Jake said softly, fucking. "Kiss and make up. Family forgives each other."

Mia closed her eyes.

Her tongue came out.

She started wrapping it around her mother's.

Tanya's tongue came up to meet her daughter's, slow and reciprocal, both of them adjusting to the kiss the way the kiss wanted them to adjust. Soon they were properly making out - mother and daughter, lips and tongues, while Jake fucked Tanya's ass behind them at the coffee table.

He removed his hand from Mia's neck. His right hand slapped Tanya's ass once, hard, and gripped the cheek. His left came back and slapped Mia's ass beside her mother's - same motion, same grip.

The girls broke apart for a moment, gasping, their faces still inches apart on the glass.

Mia, breathless, looking at her mother three inches away: "I'm sorry for being such a selfish bitch, mommy. I love you."

Tanya, her body rocking with each stroke of Jake's cock in her ass: "I love you too, honey. It's OK. I would never steal Jakey from you, you don't have to worry."

Their lips came together again. Tongues entwining. Then separating again.

Tanya, soft and dreamy: "Oh, honey, his cock feels so fucking good in mommy's ass. Your boyfriend's going to make mommy come just from ass-fucking."

"Yes, mommy, how fucking good is it? How does it taste after - when it's coated in ass?"

"Mmhm, baby. It's the best tasting cock in the world. Your ass tasted so so soooo good off it. I can't wait for you to taste my ass, you're not going to believe it."

Then their lips locked again, full make-out time, tongues, Jake behind thrusting in Tanya and slapping away at both their cheeks. Tanya was making small focused noises, the climb building in her hips, the cliff getting closer - she got to the edge again, the way she had got to it so many tonight, and once more her body locked up just short and held there vibrating against him.

She broke off the kiss for one second, eyes shut, frustrated tears at the corners.

"Jakey - I'm so close, I can't quite - "

"Soon, Tanya. Soon."

Her mouth went back to her daughter's.

He fucked her like that for another minute. Then he pulled out.

The wet pop was loud against the glass of the coffee table. Tanya gasped at the empty feeling. Mia, mouth still on her mother's, made a small disappointed mm.

Jake reached down and took a fistful of Mia's hair at the crown.

He pulled.

Mia's face came up off the glass - and her chest with it - kiss breaking with a small wet sound. Her hips stayed at the table edge where Jake's free hand pinned them. He turned her face by the hair until it was angled up at his cock, then pulled her down onto him. His cock - fresh from her mother's ass - slid past her lips and to the back of her throat.

Mia took him without a struggle. Her tongue came up underneath. She sucked.

He let her work for thirty seconds, watching her throat, watching her cheek hollow, watching her free hand come up to her own breast and tweak her own nipple.

He pulled her off.

He pushed her face back down by the hair onto the glass beside her mother's. Her chest collapsed back onto the table. Her cheek hit the glass. Her face was three inches from Tanya's again, mouth back at her mother's mouth.

Mia's lips found her mother's without being told.

Jake stepped back behind Tanya and slid into her ass from behind a second time. Pinned her again. Found his rhythm again. Tanya's moans went straight into her daughter's mouth.

The kiss this time was different. Less surprise. More commitment. Tanya, with her daughter's mouth on hers and her boyfriend's cock in her ass again, kept the tongue rhythm her daughter set and let her own body rock with the strokes coming through her.

He fucked her like that for two minutes. Then he pulled out. Hair-fistful again. Mia up off the glass. Face turned. Cock to mouth, fresh from her mother's ass, root-deep. Suck. Thirty seconds. Off. Face pushed back down to her mother's. Kiss resumed. Behind Tanya. Slid back in.

The kiss-and-fuck rotation locked itself in. Mother and daughter made out across the glass of the coffee table, breaking only for the moments when Jake pulled Mia's head up by the hair and brought her face around for his cock - every cycle, Mia's mouth going from her mother's lips to Jake's cock and back to her mother's lips, every cycle the cock arriving in her mouth fresh from her mother's ass.

After a while he started moving them around the room.

He pulled Mia up off the coffee table by the hair he still had at her crown, smooth and slow, and walked her the two steps to the long side of the L-couch. He sat. Shoulders against the back-cushion. Spread his knees. Pulled her down onto him.

She climbed on, back to his chest. Knees on the cushion either side of his hips. Hands braced on his thighs. She reached behind herself, found his cock, angled it up against her own ass, and lowered down. He slid up into her to the hilt.

She gasped. Her head fell back against his shoulder.

She rode.

Her ass was tight and slick and hot around him. Slicker than usual - the self-lubricating warmth he'd first noticed at the coffee table, only now wrapped right around his shaft and sliding. Every grip of her rim lit up the nerves along his cock at the level he usually only felt in the last few strokes before coming. He wasn't anywhere near coming.

Tanya did not need to be invited. She came up off the rug on her knees and crawled the two feet between Jake's spread feet and tipped her face up between her daughter's thighs. Her tongue came out. She started at the lowest point she could reach - the underside of Jake's balls where they hung down between his thighs - and worked upward. Balls. The thick base of Jake's shaft. The slick join where his cock disappeared into her daughter's rim. She lingered there, mouth open, tongue dragging slow flat strokes around the rim of Mia's asshole wrapped tight around her boyfriend's cock. Then up across the small strip of Mia's perineum. Then up to her daughter's bare pussy hovering above. Clit. Lips. Back down again. Balls. Cock. Rim. Perineum. Pussy. Slow loop.

He felt every stop. Tongue flat on his balls. Tongue at the thick base of his shaft. Tongue dragging the wet ring where his cock disappeared into her daughter - that one was the new sensation, and he felt it twice, against his shaft and through the rim wrapped around it.

Good girl.

Mia, riding above her own mother's face, made a long broken sound and her right hand came down off Jake's thigh and found Tanya's hair at the crown and grabbed.

She pulled.

She pulled her mother's head up off the slow loop and pressed Tanya's open mouth flush against her own bare pussy and ground against it. Her hips rolled forward, then back, working her own clit across her mother's lips, working her own ass up and down on Jake's cock with the same motion, every rock forward grinding her pussy harder onto Tanya's mouth and every rock back pushing her own asshole back up the length of Jake's shaft.

She set the pace.

The grinding above translated through his cock. Every roll forward of her hips pulled her ass back up his shaft. Every roll back drove him to the hilt. Mia was doing the fucking now.

He was the pole.

Tanya, hair fistful in her daughter's hand, face pinned to her daughter's pussy, did what her daughter wanted. Tongue out. Open mouth. Took whatever the grinding hips delivered.

Mia worked her own clit on her mother's face like a toy. Her thighs trembled. The climb gathered in her belly the way it had been gathering all night. She made the small high oh oh oh she had been making each time.

She got to the edge.

She didn't cross.

She got closer than the rotation had been getting her. The grind plus the ass-fuck plus her mother's mouth plus her own grip in her mother's hair was a combination that almost did it.

Almost.

She made a frustrated noise into the room and pulled Tanya's head sideways off her clit. Her mom's chin was wet to the throat.

Tanya, breathless, looking up at her daughter from below: "Honey?"

"I'm still not coming mommy."

Mia lifted herself off Jake's cock with a small wet pop and slid down onto the rug, knees finding the carpet where her mother's had been. Tanya, after a beat, came up. She climbed onto the couch and onto Jake's lap face-to-face. Bare breasts hanging level with his chest. Knees on the cushion either side of his hips.

She reached behind herself, found his cock - still warm from her daughter - and angled it up against her own ass. She lowered.

He slid up into her ass to the hilt.

She gasped. Bent forward. Her forehead came down against his shoulder. Her hands gripped the back of the couch behind his head.

She started to ride.

Slow first, finding the angle, then settling into a steady grinding rhythm. The pilates was in her hips - fluid roll, controlled descent, the slow vertical glide of her bare ass on his cock.

Tanya is just Mia with twenty years' practice.

Mia, on the rug between Jake's feet, looking up at her mother's toned ass above her, did not wait to be told. Her tongue came out. Different geometry this time. Tanya was facing Jake; her bare ass was presented backward toward Mia at the bottom; her stuffed asshole was the thing Mia was looking at, sliding wet on Jake's shaft. Mia worked her own loop. Jake's balls at the bottom. Up the underside of his shaft. Up to the slick join where Jake's cock disappeared into her mother's stuffed asshole - slow flat strokes around the rim there, lingering, tongue tracing the wet ring of skin gripped tight around the cock, back down.

Good girl.

Tanya, riding atop of her daughters boyfriend: "Oh god, oh god, baby, oh god - "

She climbed. The pilates roll got faster. The grip on the back of the couch tightened.

She got to the edge.

She didn't cross. The same edge. The same lock-up. She stayed there for forty seconds, hips still working, body humming at the cliff with her daughter's tongue working everything that was reachable from below and her boyfriend's cock buried in her ass to the hilt, the crest sitting just out of reach.

She let out a wrecked little sob and her hips slowed.

"Jakey - I'm - I can't - "

"Soon, Tanya."

He kissed her. Slow. The soft of his lips against her open mouth while her body sat impaled on his cock and gave up trying.

She'll get there.

Then he tipped her gently sideways, helped her off him.

She landed on her hands and knees on the rug beside Mia. Both flushed, both dripping. Mia's chin still wet. Tanya's eyes still glazed from the cliff she could not cross.

Jake stood up off the couch.

He looked down at them. Tanya facing him on her hands and knees. Mia beside her mother.

Let's see what those pilates classes are for.

He nudged Tanya at the hip with one bare foot, easy, no command in it. She rolled.

She rolled onto her back on the rug. Her bare legs came up automatically. Jake reached down, took her ankles in his hands, walked her bodily across the rug the foot or so until her bare ass was pressed flush against the front edge of the couch cushion. He kept walking her ankles up - past her face, back past her own head, until her toes touched the rug behind her shoulders.

She folded.

Without effort. Plow pose. Hips up. Bare pussy and asshole pointing straight at the ceiling. Her own thighs against her own chest. Her face pressed sideways between her own knees.

Beautiful.

He stepped over her - feet planted wide on the rug to the outside of her folded body, his legs straddling the entire compressed shape of her from the outside. He squatted. He braced both hands forward against the seat cushion of the couch and leaned his weight onto them. From this position the angle was clean: hips above her hips, cock pointing straight down at the ceiling-facing rim, arms forward bracing his weight against the cushion so he could drive instead of just hover.

He lined himself up. He pushed in from above.

Her folded body compressed her own muscle around his shaft. He felt the grip in his thighs and in his stomach. His cock was held at the kind of nerve-fire he usually only hit in the last few strokes. It stayed there.

The angle was steep. Gravity helped. He fucked her ass downward, hips driving the stroke, his weight on his braced arms, the seat cushion taking the load while his hips moved free. Tanya, folded in half below him, made a sound that came out of her chest sideways - pressed by her own thighs against her own ribs - a low broken oh god oh god oh god that the position made breathless.

Better.

Mia, on the rug beside them, did not wait to be told.

She crawled in. Hands and knees, between Jake's planted feet on the rug, under the bridge of his braced body, her own body hovering above her mothers face. From there she could see, inches in front of her face, the inverted bare pussy of her own mother pointing at the ceiling just below Jake's working hips. And above her own head, the curve of Jake's ass-cheeks where his weight braced forward onto the couch.

She put her tongue on her mother's clit.

Tanya, folded in half, made a small high broken squeak.

Mia licked. Broad flat strokes across the inverted bare pussy, lapping up the slick that was running down toward Tanya's belly in the upside-down position.

Then, on impulse, she shifted. Dropping her weight - Tanya's face was right there, framed between her own thighs, mouth open, eyes wide. Mia settled. Lowered her own bare pussy down onto her mother's open upside-down mouth.

She ground.

Tanya, mouth full of her own daughter and ass full of her own daughter's boyfriend, gave up trying to make sense of anything. Her tongue came out and met the hips coming down to meet it. Mia rocked. The grind of Mia's clit against her mother's mouth from above synchronized with the thrust of Jake's cock from above into her mother's ass.

Mia lifted her face - kept grinding on her mother's mouth - and tilted her head up. Up to where Jake's ass-cheeks were braced and working above her. She put her mouth on his asshole from behind.

Fuck.

He fucked Tanya like that for two minutes. She breathed through her own folded thighs and could barely move. She climbed higher than she had climbed all night and stayed there - every stroke from above and every grind from her daughter's hips on her mouth pinning her at the edge.

She didn't cross.

She did, somewhere in the middle, start crying - a strange mix of intense feel-good endorphins and the edge-induced frustration that had been building all evening.

Soon.

He pulled out.

Mia rolled sideways off her mother's face onto the rug. Tanya, freed, came up off the floor in stages - legs down, head up, sitting. Jake reached down with both hands, took her under the arms, and brought her up onto the couch on her back. Head against the back-cushion. Body along the seat of the long side of the sectional.

Mia, still half-dazed on the rug, watched. Then climbed up after them.

She came up onto the couch on top of her mother, face down, body in reverse - head between Tanya's spread thighs at one end, her own bare hips above Tanya's face at the other end. Her face came down between her mother's legs at her mother's pussy. Her own pussy hovered above her mother's open mouth.

Both at the right height. Both able to reach.

Neither of them needed to be told.

Mia's tongue came out and found her mother's clit from above. Tanya, looking up, found her daughter's clit from below.

Look at them.

Jake stepped in at the end of the couch where Tanya's head was. From here Mia's bare ass was presented up at him - propped above her mother's face by Mia's own knees on the cushion to either side of her mother's shoulders. And Tanya's open mouth was below, between Mia's thighs, working her daughter from below.

He took Mia by the hips from behind. Pushed his cock into her ass.

She didn't stop eating her mother. Her own ass clenched around him.

He fucked her ass for ninety seconds. Long deep strokes. He could feel the small focused sounds Mia was making - they went straight down through her body into her mother's mouth and Tanya was catching them and gasping back into Mia's pussy.

Then he pulled out. Lowered his cock the six inches down to where Tanya's mouth was, between Mia's thighs. Tanya's tongue came off Mia's clit. Her open mouth caught Jake's cock descending fresh from her daughter's ass. He pushed in.

Tanya moaned around him. He fucked her mouth for thirty seconds - short shallow strokes, her face pinned by his cock and by Mia's hips hovering above. Her tongue worked his shaft on the upstroke.

Then back up to Mia's ass.

Above. Below. Above. Below.

Good girls.

After a stretch of that he walked, around their locked bodies to the other end - the end where Mia's head was buried between her mother's spread thighs.

Tanya's hips were tilted up here. Her bare legs were up in the air, splayed around her daughter's body, knees bent, thighs framing Mia's head. Her bare pussy was at the top where Mia's mouth was working it. Her bare asshole was just below, between her own spread thighs, presented backward and up toward where Jake was now standing.

Mia's mouth above. Tanya's ass below.

Different game this end.

He stepped in. Lined himself up at Tanya's rim, between her thighs spread up around her daughter's head. Pushed in.

Tanya, on her back, mouth full of her own daughter, made a long muffled mmm directly into Mia's pussy. Mia, mouth full of her mother, felt the sound through her own clit and gave one back.

He fucked Tanya's ass for ninety seconds. Long deep strokes from above, his hips meeting hers at the angle her raised thighs allowed.

Then he pulled out.

He reached down with one hand and took a fistful of Mia's hair at the crown.

He pulled.

Mia's face came up off her mother's pussy in a long slow drag, mouth shining, hair lifting, lips coming away with a thin string of her mother that broke against her chin. He brought her face around and up to his cock - standing between Tanya's raised thighs - and pressed his cock against her open lips. She took him.

He mouth-fucked her, fresh from her mother's ass. Her body still face-down on top of Tanya, her chest pressing into her mother's belly with each thrust, her head pulled up by his fistful of her hair.

Then he released. Her face dropped - straight back down between her mother's spread thighs. Mouth back on Tanya's pussy.

Down. Up. Tanya's ass. Mia's mouth.

He moved between them at this end without thinking about it. Mother and daughter were not communicating in words anymore.

Then he stopped releasing Mia.

He kept her head where he wanted it by the hair instead, and started fucking her face harder. Deeper. Driving his cock down into her throat between her mother's raised thighs. Mia gagged. Her body jolted under his strokes. Tanya, mouth still full of her daughter's pussy, made a sound that vibrated through her.

Next he moved back to the other end, entering Mia from behind. Pushing deep into and against her.

He kept pushing.

His thrusts were bumping Mia off her mother. Each stroke down pressed her chest harder into Tanya. Each one slid her body further along. He fucked her ass for half a minute and by the end of it she had been bumped clear off - tits-down on the cushion, hips at Tanya's hips.

He pulled out. Mia stayed where she landed. Face-down on the cushion. Ass up. Breathing heavy.

Tanya, freed of her daughter's weight, lay flat on her back on the couch. Bare. Chest rising and falling. Mouth open. Eyes on Jake from below.

Jake sat back.

His ass came down onto her open mouth.

Tanya's tongue came up. Flat. Open. Full access from below.

He braced his weight on his knees so he didn't crush her. His cock was pointing up and forward at the ceiling along the line of her body. His hands rested on her bare breasts.

Mia lifted her head. Looked back over her shoulder. Saw Jake on her mother's face. Did not need to be told.

She turned. On her hands and knees on the couch. She crawled back around toward them.

Good girl.

She arrived at Jake's hip and looked up at him. He looked down. He reached out, took a fistful of her hair at the crown, and brought her face onto his cock.

She opened. He pushed in.

She took him all the way to the back of her throat. Tanya's tongue in his ass below. Mia's throat around his cock in front. He held there for a beat, head tipped back, looking at the ceiling.

Two mouths on him at once. He could feel his cock and his ass on the same nerve and his brain couldn't entirely sort which was which.

He ground his ass down onto Tanya's open mouth. He pushed his cock further into Mia's throat. The two ends moved together.

Tanya, mouth full of his ass, made a long muffled mmm and her tongue dug in.

Mia, with him at the back of her throat, gagged once and steadied and took him.

Christ.

He sat on one lover's face and his lover's daughter sucked his cock in front of him, and he ground his ass down on the open mouth beneath him in slow heavy circles until the sensations blended together.

He let it run for a minute.

Then he pivoted.

He pulled his cock out of Mia's mouth. He came up off Tanya's face on his knees. Swivelled 180° on the cushion - still straddling her, now facing the opposite direction along her body - then tipped down onto his hands and knees above her. His cock hung down over her open mouth. His ass swung up-and-back behind him, toward where Mia was still kneeling on the couch.

Tanya, finding his cock now descending at her face, opened. He pushed down into her mouth. The full length of him went straight to the back of her throat - easy from this angle, her head tipped back, the line of her throat clean under him.

Mia, behind him, did not need direction. She came forward on her knees, mouth open, eyes on his ass. Her tongue arrived at his rim.

He fucked his cock down into Tanya's mouth. He pushed his ass back onto Mia's tongue. Same rhythm, now top-and-bottom.

Doing pretty well for a Saturday.

He let it run another minute, then lifted off them.

Both women were wrecked. Both reaching for him before he had even straightened.

He took Mia's hand. Pulled her up off her mother. Onto her wobbling feet. Turned her, sat her down on the long side of the sectional facing the room. Her back against the back-cushion. Bare ass against the seat. Then Tanya's hand. Up. The foot or so across the rug to her daughter. Down onto Mia's lap face-to-face - Tanya straddling, bare knees on the cushion either side of Mia's hips, bare breasts hanging level with her daughter's face, hands coming up automatically to the back of the couch behind Mia's head to brace.

Tanya's bare pussy hovered just above Mia's lap.

Mia, looking up at her mother's face from inches away, brought her hands up automatically to her mother's bare hips.

Their faces were six inches apart.

Tanya leaned forward.

Their mouths met.

Mother and daughter, on the couch in the middle of the long side of the sectional, started making out - slow this time, languorous. Deeper than before. Tongue. Both of them adjusting.

Jake went around behind Tanya. Her ass was presented backward, hips angled forward by her daughter's hands on her hips. He lined himself up at her rim. Pushed in.

Perfect.

He fucked her ass slowly. Long strokes. Tanya was moaning into Mia's mouth again. Mia's hands on her mother's hips guided the rocking.

Then he pulled out.

He did not walk her off her daughter's lap. He did not switch them. He stayed where he was, cock slick from Tanya's ass. He hooked both his hands behind Mia's bent knees from underneath.

He lifted.

Mia's knees came up toward her chest, her hips rolled forward, her back slid down the back of the couch cushion until her shoulders were against the seat and her hips were tilted up at the edge. Her bare ass was now presented up at him from below, her legs splayed in the air with Tanya's body still straddling her face-to-face above.

Tanya, still on her daughter's lap, did not move with the shift. Her own straddling knees stayed on the cushion. Her face stayed inches from her daughter's - closer now, since Mia's face had slid back and up under her mother's chin. The kiss did not break.

It deepened.

Mia's bare ass was right there at the front of the cushion now, her pussy and asshole exposed and presented up at him with her mother's body framing her.

He lined up at Mia's rim from above. Pushed in.

Mia's body arched. The breath went out of her into her mother's mouth. Tanya caught it. Did not let her out of the kiss.

He fucked Mia's ass from this angle, her legs back and up, his hips driving down into her, her mother's body straddling her shoulders and her mother's mouth on her own mouth holding her in place from above. Tanya's bare pussy hovered above Mia's belly. Mia's hands had come up to her mother's hips again, guiding the kiss.

Jake fucked her like that for two minutes. Mia made small high sounds into her mother's mouth that Tanya swallowed.

Then he pulled out and slid back into Tanya's ass - Tanya still straddling, bare ass still presented to him from above her daughter's body. Tanya's moans went straight back into her daughter's mouth.

Then back down to Mia.

Then back up to Tanya.

The two of them moved together with him without breaking the kiss. Mother straddling daughter from above. Daughter pinned below with her hips lifted and her ass open. Jake working between the two open holes presented one above the other. Mother and daughter making out across the small inches between their faces for the whole rotation, breaking only to catch each other's broken sounds.

By the end of it both women had had something like dozens of micro-shudders each across the evening. Both of them were dripping. Both of them were close in the way a person who has been edged for two hours is close - at the edge of a cliff with the cliff getting shorter every time they walked up to it, and yet never quite reaching the top.

Tanya was crying now, quietly, in between turns. Not full crying. Tears just leaking. A small focused frustrated please please please she didn't seem to know she was saying.

Mia was past speech. Her mouth open when Jake came round to her face. Her hand always on her own pussy. Her eyes mostly closed. Her hair completely destroyed.

Both of them clinging to each other in the gaps. Mother and daughter on the couch between turns, foreheads together, cheek to cheek, sometimes a small kiss, sometimes a soft whisper passed between them that Jake didn't try to hear.

The hesitation in Tanya was gone. The possessiveness in Mia had softened to small reflexive babes under her breath whenever Jake came back to her side. The two of them had become, by the end of the rotation, something close to a single thing.

OK. Let's finish them.

He pulled out of Tanya's mouth.

He moved her gently down off the couch and back to the rug in front of it. Mia, on the couch beside her, watched.

"Tanya. Hands and knees."

Tanya, on legs of jelly: "Yes, Jakey."

She put herself on her hands and knees on the rug. Her hair fell forward. Her ass came up. The dark cleft of her was glistening in the lamplight.

Mia, from the couch, lifted herself: "Babe - "

"Watch this, babe."

"...what are you - "

"Watch, baby."

She watched.

Jake went to his knees behind Tanya. He spread her cheeks with both hands. He lined himself up at her ass and pushed in - and this time, this time the difference was the intent. All night he had been treating her ass as a pit stop, a part of the rotation, a place his cock visited and left. This was different. This was where he was going to finish. His cock knew it. Tanya's body knew it the moment he pushed in deeper than he had pushed all night, deeper than the rotation pace, all the way home and held there.

Tanya gasped a real gasp. Her whole body shuddered from her shoulders to her thighs.

He fucked her ass.

He let himself go this time. He had been holding for over an hour. He went hard. Faster than the rotation pace, faster than the teaching-Mia-a-lesson pace, the pace of a man who was going to come in the next ninety seconds and wanted to come deep.

His hands were on her hips. Pulling her back onto him as he pushed forward. Skin-on-skin slap noises filling the room.

Tanya was climbing. He could feel it. The muscles of her ass clenching against him in tightening pulses. Her thighs trembling under the strokes. She was closer than she had ever been all night and she was not going to make it across - he could feel the gate holding even from inside her - and that was fine, because she would get hers. His came first.

He looked sideways at the couch.

"Mia."

Mia, on the couch, head still hazy: "Yes, babe?"

"Your moms ass feels so good. I'm going to come in her."

Mia, dreamy: "Yes, Jake. Give it to her. You own her ass. Use it, babe."

"That right, Tanya? Your daughter says I own your ass."

Tanya, into the rug, voice wrecked: "Yes, Jakey. Oh god yes. You own both of us. However you want to come, do it. Please."

His balls were starting to tighten.

He went deep.

"Tanya. I'm gonna come."

"Jake - yes - "

"In my girlfriends moms ass."

"Yes, Jakey."

He grabbed her hips and went deeper. He pulled her back onto him as he pushed forward in one final long stroke and he came.

Deep. Long pulses. He held her flush against his hips and emptied himself inside her ass and let it go.

His vision went white at the edges.

He held there for the aftershocks. Three. Four. Five. Six.

Tanya was making a long rolling oh oh oh oh into the rug. She was, on his softening-but-still-hard cock, locked at the absolute edge of an orgasm she could not reach. Her thighs were shaking. Her whole body was strung tight.

He pulled out slowly.

Tanya's just-fucked asshole stayed open in the wake of him for a long beat. A small thick thread of his cum was already escaping the rim and starting to slide down toward her pussy.

Behind him, on the couch, Mia made a sound.

Jake turned his head.

Mia was up off the couch. She had come up onto her knees on the rug at some point in the last sixty seconds and he had not noticed. Her face was slack. Her pupils were the size of dinner plates. Her eyes were fixed on the thread of cum sliding down out of her mother's ass.

She crossed the rug on her knees in two seconds. She put her hands on her mother's ass cheeks and spread them wide.

"Honey - " Tanya's voice was wrecked. " - what are you - "

Mia put her mouth on her mother's asshole.

The exact one Jake had just been in. The exact one with his cum currently inside it.

She started licking.

Then she started digging - tongue pointed, working into her mother's rim, drawing out what Jake had just put there. Pulling it back into her own mouth.

Slurping it down.

Tanya, on her hands and knees, made a sound Jake had not heard yet from any human being in his life. It came up from her chest and out through her open mouth into the carpet - a long rolling animal noise with her daughter's name buried in it somewhere.

"Mia - Mia - oh god, honey, don't stop - "

Mia did not stop.

She worked her mother's asshole with the same focused open-mouthed greed she had shown for Jake's cock when she had first refused to share. She slurped. She dug. Her tongue went in deep and came back out with another wet mouthful. The sound was wet and slow and unmistakable.

She rocked back on her heels.

Her mouth was full.

She looked at her mother's back. Then at Jake. Her eyes were huge and her cheeks were puffed and she did not seem like she was going to be able to hold it much longer.

Tanya turned her head. She had to crane around her own shoulder. She saw her daughter on the rug behind her with a full mouth.

"Honey - oh, honey - "

Tanya pulled her body up off her hands and knees and turned, knees on the rug, to face her daughter.

Their faces were six inches apart.

Mia, with her mouth full, did not move forward.

For one full second she did not move at all.

Her face was open and soft and almost embarrassed. Behind the haze her eyes were genuinely uncertain - a twenty-year-old looking at her own mother through chemical-blown pupils and trying to remember if this was a thing daughters did. A small frightened wanting expression. Then it cleared. Her face went warm. Her chin lifted. The decision arrived behind her eyes.

She leaned forward.

Her mother met her halfway.

They kissed.

Open-mouthed. Slow. Full transfer.

Jake watched a mother and a daughter exchange the cum he had just put in the mother's ass, mouth to mouth, on the rug of the mother's own living room, while their hands came up and cradled each other's faces.

It was the filthiest thing he had ever seen, and he was extremely interested to discover that his cock, which should have been done, was already getting hard again.

It was also, by his read of both their faces, the first thing tonight that looked like it might cross either of them.

Both of them were shaking. Both of them were climbing into the kiss. Tanya's tongue went in to take the cum back. Mia let her - and then chased her mother's tongue back into her mother's mouth and gave it forward again, and Tanya gave it back, and the cum moved between them mouth-to-mouth in a slow soft transfer that did not seem in any hurry to end.

Jake moved.

He came up onto his knees beside them. Tanya on his left. Mia on his right. Their faces locked together at the centre between them.

He slipped his left hand around behind Tanya and his right hand around behind Mia. Found both their assholes. Tanya's still slick with his cum and Mia's saliva. Mia's still wet from the rotation and the natural lube her body was producing. Both still hot.

He pressed his middle and ring fingers, both hands, against both assholes.

Both women made a small mm into each other's mouths.

He pushed in. Slow. Both hands at once. Two fingers up to the knuckle in his girlfriend. Two fingers up to the knuckle in his girlfriend's mother.

He started fucking.

Both hands. Same pace. Same depth. Same rhythm. His own metronome from the rotation now firing through his hands instead of his hips, finding the inside of both assholes at the same time.

Mia and Tanya did not stop kissing.

Tanya's right hand slid down from Mia's face to Mia's pussy, two of her fingers starting to lightly rub her daughter's clit, then picking up pace. Mia followed suit, her own right hand going to her mother's clit. Now the two of them were kissing, holding each other's faces with their left hands, working each other's clits with their right hands, with Jake's fingers in both their assholes from behind. Six simultaneous points of contact between them.

The cum was gone - they had stopped exchanging anything ten seconds ago. Mouths locked. Tongues tangled. Left hands on each other's faces. Right hands between each other's thighs. Small synchronised mm mm mm sounds going into each other's mouths in time with everything that was happening to them.

He went harder. Both hands. Two fingers each. Knuckle-deep. In and out.

Mia's thighs went tight.

He felt the same lock run through Tanya a second later.

He felt it happen in both of them at the same time. The whole two-hour build of edging finally finding the combination it had been waiting for. He felt their assholes clench around his fingers. Felt their bodies lock. Heard the sound come up from both of them at once, muffled into each other's mouths, a single shared moan that lasted seven seconds and then kept going.

They came.

Together. Mother and daughter. Fully bonded. Their immense love for each other entwining simultaneously with another base need - one they had never expected to experience together.

Lips locked. Tongues lustfully sliding against each other in a haze. His fingers buried in both of them, squeezed between the hot walls past their rims. Right hands rubbing each other's needy ripe red clits, each three times the size of normal from the constant edging.

The crest went on. He kept fucking with his fingers because he could feel they weren't done. The orgasm rolled through both of them in waves. Their thighs shook. Their left hands tightened on each other's faces. Their right hands kept moving on each other's clits. Mia made a small high broken sound into her mother's mouth. Tanya made a low rolling one back. Neither of them let the other one out of the kiss.

It went on.

It went on.

It went on.

He felt the second wave hit. Then the third. Both of them locked together, riding it.

He kept his fingers in them.

By the time it slowed, both of them were shaking too hard to stay upright on their knees. Mia broke first - sank sideways onto the rug, her mouth pulling off her mother's with a small wet sound. Tanya followed. They ended up curled on the rug face-to-face, hands still on each other's faces, both breathing hard, both with completely destroyed makeup, both still aftershocking.

Jake pulled his fingers out slowly.

He sat back on his heels.

His cock was up again and he could not feel his legs.

Christ.

He was, he thought, doing extremely well for a Saturday.

For a while after that, none of them talked.

Tanya lay on her side on the rug, facing her daughter. Her hand stayed on Mia's cheek. Mia lay facing her mother, one knee drawn up. Neither of them moved. Both of them watched each other from six inches away with the soft warm expressions of people who had just been through something together.

Jake watched them for a beat. Then he climbed onto the couch behind them and let his head fall back against the cushion. He picked up the glass of wine waiting on the side table. He drank.

After about forty seconds Tanya whispered something to her daughter that Jake couldn't quite catch. Mia made a soft sound back. They held a small private conversation that did not include him. He didn't mind.

Then Mia turned her head and looked up at him on the couch. She did not speak. She just looked. Then she pushed herself up onto her hands and crawled, slow, the three feet across the rug to the couch. She climbed up onto the cushion beside him and lay her head on his bare chest, eyes closed, one knee tucked up over his thigh.

Tanya, watching, did the same. She crawled the three feet across the rug and climbed up onto the couch on his other side. She lay her head on his bare chest opposite her daughter, eyes closed, her own knee drawn up over his other thigh.

Their faces were six inches apart across his chest. Their eyes opened to look at each other.

Tanya's hand crept across his stomach and found her daughter's hand. Their fingers laced.

Jake's arms came down. He put one around each of their shoulders, his right hand still holding the wine glass, his left hand drifting up and stroking Mia's hair at the back of her head. Tanya tipped her head into his collarbone. Mia tipped her head into his other collarbone. Their joined hands rested on his stomach. The three of them breathed together.

The TV on the wall was still playing on mute. Two cheerful people somewhere in California were now embracing in front of a finished kitchen they had built together.

Mia closed her eyes.

Tanya closed hers.

Jake took a sip of wine.

Jake woke up at 10:09am Sunday morning in Tanya's bed.

It was a king. White linens, soft cream walls, the kind of mattress serious money had been spent on. Mia was asleep on his chest, hair on his collarbone, one knee thrown across his thigh - the same position she had drifted off in on the couch. Mia's mascara was completely destroyed and she was breathing slow and deep into his sternum.

The other side of the bed was empty. The sheets were pulled back. Tanya was up.

Jake eased Mia gently off him and onto the pillow.

She murmured something in her sleep, turned over, and burrowed her face into the pillow he had just vacated.

Jake stood up. He was naked. He looked around for his clothes and did not see them. He thought about this for two seconds and then decided not to bother.

He padded out of Tanya's bedroom and downstairs.

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and butter and warm milk.

Tanya was at the stove. Her back to him. Bare feet. Bare legs. Bare back. The only thing on her was a pink ruffled apron tied at the waist - bow at the small of her back, strings hanging down over her bare ass. She was humming while flipping a pancake.

Jake stopped in the doorway and watched her for ten seconds.

Then he walked across the cream tile on bare feet and came up behind her.

He pressed his bare body against her bare back. His chest against her shoulder blades. His knees bent slightly, his hips against the top of her bare ass. His cock, which had been waking up since the doorway, settled against the warm cleft between her cheeks.

His hands came around her, slid up her ribs, and cupped both of her bare breasts at the same time.

Tanya, without missing a beat in her humming, looked down at the hands on her breasts and laughed.

"Good morning, Jakey."

His cock started hardening against her. She wiggled, the tiniest amount, back against him.

"Morning, Tanya."

He kissed the back of her neck. Slowly. He let his hands stay where they were and rolled her nipples gently between his fingers.

Tanya, into the air above the pan: "Mmm."

Behind them, a footstep.

Jake turned his head. Mia was in the kitchen doorway. She was in one of Tanya's silk dressing gowns, short, lightly tied at the waist, the front gaping at the V to show a slice of bare skin from her sternum down to her belly. Her hair was in a messy nest. Her mascara from last night was still smeared under both eyes.

She stopped.

She saw her boyfriend pressed against her mother's bare back, hands on her mother's bare breasts, his half-hard cock visibly resting against her mother's bare ass.

Her face went angry.

Tanya, registering it in the same beat: "Oh - morning, honey. I'm making your favourite. Pancakes."

She said it slightly guiltily. She did not, however, remove Jake's hands from her breasts. Her humming had stopped. Tanya was very still under his hands - her shoulders tight against his chest in a way they had not been five seconds ago, her face turned away from her daughter's at a careful angle, her bare hip braced against the front of the stove.

She had no idea where the morning was going to go. The night had been amazing, and beautiful, and had also been more intimate than any night any of them had ever had, but the night was over - and now her daughter was standing in the kitchen doorway watching Tanya have her boyfriend's hands on her tits at the stove, and there was a version of this morning where Mia was furious, and there was a version where the whole thing was a one-night madness Mia wanted forgotten, and there was a version where Mia was OK with last night only when she was also there, and Tanya did not know which version she was about to live in. She kept her hands on the pan and did not move and waited to find out.

Mia did not say anything for two seconds.

Then her face changed.

The angry version of Mia softened into a different version of Mia - the version Jake had seen for the first time last night when she had hesitated in front of her mother with a mouth full of his cum and decided, after one quiet second, to lean forward. The mischievous version.

"Hmm," Mia said. "I think I have a new favorite breakfast."

She walked across the kitchen behind Jake and Tanya.

She did not stop.

She got down onto her knees behind Jake.

She pressed her face between his ass cheeks. Her tongue came out the moment her chin reached his skin. She did not announce herself. She just started licking.

Tanya, feeling the change run through Jake against her back, exhaled a breath she hadn't known she was holding.

Jake made a soft low sound against the back of Tanya's neck.

Mia's right hand came around between his legs. He felt her small warm fingers find his cock and grip it. She angled it, gently, upward - and then forward, between her mother's bare cheeks.

Tanya, looking down at this, made a small surprised "oh."

Mia's left hand came up and pressed against Jake's lower back. She pushed.

Jake stepped forward.

He pressed himself harder against Tanya's back. His cockhead, guided by Mia's hand from behind, slid into the cleft of Tanya's bare ass. Mia angled it. Searched. Found the rim.

Jake's right hand came up off Tanya's breast and slid around to the back of her neck. He applied gentle pressure. Tanya's body bent forward at the waist, one hand still holding the pan above the stove, the other coming up automatically to brace on the counter beside the burner.

Her stance widened. Her bare feet shifted apart on the cream tile. Her ass came out to meet him.

His cockhead pressed against her rim.

She was - Jake could feel it without effort - un-naturally lubricated, the chemicals from last night's chocolate still very much running through her system. There was no resistance.

The pancakes are going to burn, Tanya thought.

Jake pushed through.

He slid up into her ass with a single long slow stroke until his hips were flush against her, until her bare ass was pressed back into his pelvis, until Mia's face was buried deeply behind him, her tongue working his rim from behind.

The three of them paused.

For about three seconds none of them moved. They stood and knelt joined together in the Sunday-morning kitchen with the smell of pancake batter rising off the stove and the soft sound of the radio Tanya had switched on earlier filling the empty space.

Something of beauty passed between them, an unspoken moment, all three completely at peace. The tingling sensation of lust and anticipation. The comfort of the deep connection they were all feeling. The all-consuming passionate love both girls felt for Jake and him for both of them. Finally the indescribable family bond of love between mother and daughter, now stronger than ever.

A chain with three links -

Jake's rim, wrapped around Tanya's daughter's tongue.

Mia's mother's rim, wrapped around her boyfriend's cock.

Eventually the moment passed.

Then the fucking began.