MOTHERLY GRUDGE Ch 3 By ScumDumpster69

"Mom... I'm busy... Can you please just wait a bit?" The flickering of gunshots and explosions on his monitor could hardly hold Cole's attention anymore, nor could the voices of his friends over Discord. The wet, squishy feeling on his cheek was all he could think about at the moment.

"Come on, just a quickie?" his mother said, one hand wrapped around her cock as she smeared her son's face with precum.

"Yo, Cole, you AFK or what?" one of his friends said after Cole was picked off by a single, easy shot from a Counter-Terrorist.

Cole unmuted his microphone, leaning away from Christina's "affection", only for her to thrust her hips out after him. "Sorry, my mom wants help with... something..."

"Ooh, don't worry, man," another friend said."I'll come over to help her any day of the week!" Of course, this was immediately followed by all of the horny 18 year olds breaking out into laughter.

"You guys think he gets rewarded for helping her? Maybe she lets him feel up those tits a bit?"

Cole sighed as the laughing continued. "Fuck you guys," he muttered and tossed his headset onto the desk before exiting both the game and the voice comms. In the past, his friends' comments about him and his mother always evoked a feeling of disgust that bordered on rage. Casual jokes about incest weren't something he took lightly, as none should, at least not on such a personal level. But this time around there was no disgust. Only shame. After all, he had done a lot more with his mother than just feel up her tits by now...

Only four days had passed since Cole had slept with her, and since then, Christina had become a complete nymphomaniac. They would probably be having sex at least five times a day if it were completely up to her, but it was obvious that she was often holding back when Cole showed reluctance. He would notice her turning away from him just as he was about to catch her ogling him. He would see her trying to use any object at hand to shield her crotch, only to bring even more attention to the big swelling in her pants. He would detect the faint smell of cum in rooms that she had entered alone.

But while the two had quite the disparity in libido, Cole still desired his mother; he just didn't have to do anything noteworthy to give Christina the green light. Just giving her an extra little squeeze when she hugged him was enough for her to understand that it was go-time. Any time that happened it would only take her a split second to be all over him, touching his ass, cock, thighs and chest while practically shoving her tongue down his throat.

With a sigh, Cole spun his gaming chair towards Christina, her eager cock ending up perched on his lips. "A quickie then," he said, getting a taste of precum. He looked up to see the expression on his mother's beautiful, round face light up, an almost childish smile splitting her face apart.

"Yes! I love you, Cole!"

He forced a smirk, before looking down across the throbbing shaft in front of him, going cross-eyed as he once again found himself in awe of its size. With a soft touch, he eased his fingers around as much girth as he could, its warmth spreading to his palms. Two hands were always required for the job, seeing as how, despite having stacked them against each other as close to the base as possible, a good third of it still stuck out.

Getting more and more used to handling her without hesitation, he began showering the pink, meaty tip in kisses and licks, his hands slowly moving up and down the skin of her shaft. All the excess precum, which had been leaking out for a good five minutes of her rubbing against his face, was slurped up and swallowed by him, the taste making his already pounding heart pound even harder. Shame aside, he did enjoy the taste, no question about it. But not only the taste... He enjoyed everything about his mother's cock. The smooth, silky feeling of the head against his lips, the way it twitched with every flick of his tongue, and the fact that his fingers weren't even close to reaching all the way around it. It was all so erotic.

"Suck my balls as well, sweetheart."

"Yes, mommy..." Cole mumbled, diving underneath her and separating his lips as wide as he could, popping one of those fat nuts in between them.

Hearing him call her "mommy" had Christina's legs trembling and her cock throbbing even harder, even though it had lost contact with Cole's skillful lips and tongue. She could still hardly believe it, that her own son was pleasuring her... Her precious, handsome, submissive,perfect son... Whose cheeks were currently bulging with her entire ballsack, like that of a nut-hoarding squirrel.

"Mm, look at me, Cole," she moaned, her hand gently stroking the top of his head. To her surprise, the moment he obliged, his eyes glistening with tears and his cheeks squeezing her balls, she almost came on the spot. "Ooh, fuck... O-okay, sweetheart, I'm gonna need to borrow your throat..." With that, she shoved him back with the hand resting on his head, pulling her testicles free and making them swing like a pendulum between her legs. She gently gripped Cole's skull with both hands and guided his mouth to the tip of her cock.

"B-be careful..." Cole said. He opened his mouth and was immediately fed Christina's girthy cock, stretching apart his jaws and lips. Grabbing Christina's thighs for support, he closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, but let her do the moving. The pace with which he was pulled along by her strong grip was slow but steady, letting him ease into his task at hand. It was hardly something he was used to just yet. In fact, as the glans began prying the entrance to his throat open, his gagging came immediately. But he had just barely learned to endure it.

Christina let out a throaty gasp. Even now, as Cole's throat squeezed down on inch after inch of her shaft, a hint of bitterness still clouded her mind. He was as tight and inexperienced as she could ever hope at this point in their relationship, but she was not the first to experience it. That little slut Monica had stolen that privilege. And she had been way too rough about it. That said, it hadn't deterred Cole from doing it with Christina; he had actually been surprisingly quick to accept her request of being deepthroated a mere day after they had first made love in his bed. Perhaps she owed Monica some credit for that. Or perhaps sluttiness was simply something that ran in the family.

Before she knew it, Christina had her entire cock sheathed inside her son. From lips to esophagus, his insides convulsed around her as if made to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. She knew that it was actually a sign of his body struggling to keep the flow of air and blood going, but he wouldn't have to wait much more. Christina couldn't handle the stimulation any longer.

"Oh, god..." she moaned, her cock throbbing out of control within Cole's throat. "Here, sweetheart... Drink mommy's cum." Unaware of her own strength, Christina pushed her son's head against her crotch, his nose digging into her pubic mound and his chin wedged between her balls. Feeling a shudder going through her body, downright massive torrents of cum were deposited directly down Cole's throat. Christina could just barely hear his groaning amid her own howls of pleasure, but it was a huge turn-on all the same. In fact, her lust trumped her motherly instincts at that moment, and thus she failed to recognize that Cole's need for air was getting stronger with each second she spent dumping jet after jet of spunk into him. It continued for longer than even she had imagined, until her ever-throbbing cock merely trickled out the last bit of seed.

The strain of the sudden deepthroating became too much for Cole to handle. His head felt about to explode from internal pressure, and his face went numb and prickly, as if assaulted by thousands of tiny needles. Still, the fact that he was about to pass out didn't seem to occur to Christina at all. Only when Cole began clawing the soft flesh of her enormous ass did she snap out of what seemed like a trance.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she said, finally letting go of his head. With a wetschlurp, her deflating cock fell out of Cole's mouth as she took a step back, the entire thing swinging back and forth much like her balls a moment ago, dripping cum and spit. She worried that he was about to collapse, but thankfully he merely coughed a few times before going back to normal.

He shot her a half-angry, half-horny glance, slowly regaining his breath. "God, mom... Can you please be a little more careful with me?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore," the big, curvy woman mumbled, twiddling her fingers. "You looked so cute sitting there, all sucked into the game."

"You always say I'm cute regardless of what I'm doing..."

Christina bent over and lifted Cole's face up towards hers with a finger under his chin. "That's because it's true. And that's why I can't control my urges around you." She closed the distance between their lips in a sudden kiss, one that thankfully ended up being reciprocated by Cole. Their tongues coiled around each other, the remaining cum that coated his mouth being reclaimed by Christina. Pulling back from him, she gave his forehead one last smooch and stood back up while savoring the taste of both her own seed and Cole's saliva.

"It's impossible to stay mad at you, you know that?" he said with a smirk.

"I know. And you bet I'm gonna take advantage of that." Giving him a playful wink, Christina turned around to head out of his room. "I'm gonna get dinner started. Could you give me some help?"

"Yeah, I'll be down in a few minutes," Cole replied, more than happy to assist his mother with her chores.

"Love you!" she exclaimed as she walked out the door.

"Love you too, mom." Cole leaned back in his chair, his lungs deflating with a deep sigh. Despite a sore throat and a body tender from sex, he felt good. His mother was so happy nowadays, and to Cole, that was definitely worth such minor discomforts.

But in an instant, his mood soured. There was a buzz on his phone, one that he had dreaded, seeing as how it sounded different from that of most notifications. It was longer and louder; no doubt an SMS message. And excluding his mother, there was only one person in Cole's life who didn't exclusively use third party messaging apps.

His heart rate spiked as he reached over to grab his phone. There was always the possibility that the message was some generic announcement from his service provider. Or from some old relative that had decided to get a phone. Or a nuclear missile warning. But sure enough, the name that appeared on the screen as Cole unlocked it belonged to the one person who could jeopardize his happy, but arguably twisted relationship with his mother...

Aunt Monica.

"Hey, babe. Hope you're doing good. I was hoping that you could rate my new lingerie on a scale of 1-10..."

When Cole finished reading, he had already received another message, this time in the form of an image. And by god, what an image it was... Monica, standing in front of her bedroom mirror with her phone in her hand, dressed in see-through, black lace lingerie, the bra of which was clearly insufficient in containing the massive chest that she possessed. The cups weren't even small, and yet so much of Monica's tits spilled out underneath and on the sides that they looked close to falling out of the bra completely. Not to mention that cleavage of hers... It could easily gobble up Cole's entire head and leave no trace of it.

Her face looked as beautiful as ever, like a slightly slimmer version of Christina with makeup added, but what caught Cole's attention the most was in the other direction. Panties made with such thin fabric could never give any sort of worthwhile cover to male genitalia, but in Monica's case there wasn't even an attempt at covering it. She was wearing a crotchless pair, letting her meaty cock and balls hang free between her legs, allowing Cole to confirm that she was ridiculously hung even while flaccid.

"Wow..." he typed back. Not very creative, but it was all he could manage at the time.

"Is that a 10?"

"Yeah... You look beautiful." He cursed himself the moment he hit send. Why was he leading her on? He would only dig his hole deeper. Of course, anything else might make her suspicious, but perhaps his best course of action was simply to tell her about him and Christina.

"Thank you, babe. Maybe I'll wear it for our date on Saturday... God, I can't wait."

Their date... Cole had forgotten about it completely. Repressed, more like. He still hadn't canceled it like he told his mother he would. Whether he was simply taking his time trying to come up with the best possible excuse to bail on Monica, or if some part of him still lusted for even more forbidden love with her on the side, remained unclear even to him. Then again, that type of greed could spell the end of his relationship with both women, and at this point it was doubtful if he could go back to his old life after the pleasure he had experienced.

He sighed, hesitating for a bit before he began typing up his reply, knowing that Monica's reaction would bring about problems one way or another."Listen, Aunt Monica... I may have to cancel our plans. Some stuff has come up."

Monica's response came almost instantly."Huh??? What stuff??"

"Just some things that I need to do. I had forgotten about them."

"Cole, you promised me! Are you really getting cold feet now?"

"I'm not! It's about mom, she needs my help. I can't bring myself to say no to her." The seconds after he hit "send" were pure agony. He sat there, staring at the display, desperately waiting for a reply, but this time it almost seemed as if he was going to be left on read. After what felt like a minute, the three dots indicating that Monica was writing back to him appeared.

"You're fucking her, aren't you?"

Cole was completely floored by the reply. Was he that easy to read? Or was Monica simply that sharp? Even if she was, what exactly had made her suspicious? It's not like she had any way of knowing about him and Christina, and to assume that they were having sex only based off him cancelling their date was quite the reach.

"Your silence says it all, Cole."

"I'm sorry... She knew about us..."

Once again there was a short pause before Monica replied."Alright, I'm coming over. I think we should talk in person."

Reading those words was like getting slapped in the face."What?? No! You can't!" Now he was panicking for real. Sweat began coating every inch of his skin as he waited for another message from her, his phone almost falling out of his shaking hands.

What in god's name was she thinking? There was no way for her to get to Cole without Christina getting in the way, and if that were to happen, it would not be unreasonable to think that the two sisters would get physical with each other. And with them being so much bigger than him, he could never hope to stop them without getting crushed.

Frantically, he sent another message."Aunt Monica? Are you there??" ... But no answer came. He waited and waited, but for all he knew Monica might very well have hopped into her car already. She lived less than ten minutes away, so the situation was very much a dire one.

Cole bolted out of his chair and into the hallway, then headed downstairs as he tried to conjure up something to say to his mother. He could hear the living room TV and the hum of both the kitchen fan and Christina. She sounded like she was in a good mood... but was there any way for Cole to make it last? Could he perhaps quickly drag her along to a restaurant, despite it being a regular Thursday evening? No, that would only anger Monica once she arrived...

With slow, nervous steps, he made his way into the kitchen, finding Christina standing there, chopping onions, her enormous ass on display within a tight pair of jeans. "Hey, mom...?" Cole said, without a single idea of how to approach the situation at hand.

She turned around, flinging her long, flared out ponytail aside. "Hey, sweetie! Took you long enough."

"Yeah, I..." Cole began, pausing to swallow hard. "... Sorry. What do you need me to do?"

"I was thinking you could get some rice going. Just give it a rinse first."

"Got it." And just like that, he had left the issue to his future self. At least this way he would grant his mother a few more minutes of peace before the shitshow that would be Monica's arrival.

Christina glanced at her son as he went to open the pantry, noticing the strange aura he exuded. "Something wrong?"

"N-no! I just have a bit of a... headache." He only realized after he said it that it was actually true. Probably from having all that dick down his throat.

"Aww, poor thing," Christina said. She leaned over to give him a kiss on the top of his head. "Mama will fix you right up after dinner, okay?"

Cole flashed her a forced grin. Exhausted as he may have been, Christina's implication sounded awfully inviting at this point. Little did she know that her mood would most likely plummet within a couple of minutes, as would her lust.

Unable to take his eyes off the front door, Cole tried to perform his cooking task at the same time. He brought the big box of rice and saucepan over to the counter, clumsily banging them against damn near every surface in the kitchen. He measured up half a cup of rice. Then a full cup. Was that too much? Well, maybe Monica would want some food as well. A second cup went in. Wait... What was he thinking?

Then, at last, came the sound of the doorbell. A shiver went through Cole's spine, and as his mother headed over to open the door, he was close to simply bolting out of there, out through the back and continuing on until he could no longer see his house. But the responsible part of him wouldn't allow it, nor would his frozen body.

Christina swung the door open without a second thought, hardly expecting anything out of the ordinary. But once her brain realized just who was standing in front of her, the peaceful evening that she was going to spend with her son was instantly spoiled. And something was definitely amiss. She never dressed up like that on normal weekdays, with the same red tube dress from last Saturday, and the glimmering jewelry and makeup that must have taken over an over to apply.

The older sister's face twisted into a scowl. "Monica? What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Damn, Chris, you're as cold as ever," Monica said, cracking a little smirk. "I came to pick up my date."

"Yourwhat?"

Monica's smugness only increased as she took in Christina's expression. "Oh, you didn't know? Me and Cole are going on a date today."

In the kitchen directly opposed to the front door, Cole stood in complete silence, his face red as a tomato. The anxiety he had felt knowing that Monica was on her way was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now, with both women staring at him. While his aunt was still smiling, Christina had a look of complete disbelief on her face.

"You didn't cancel it, Cole?!" she virtually shouted at him.

"I did, like ten minutes ago!" he said. "And she said the date was on Saturday!"

"Why would you wait that long?!"

"Oh, come on, don't you get it?" Monica chimed in, rolling her eyes. "He didn't want to cancel. He wants me, and I want him."

Christina went quiet, her disappointment no doubt visible on her face. "Is that true, Cole?"

Cole's mind was a clutter of words to form some explanation with, but he simply couldn't seem to string them together. He stood there like an idiot, his mouth gaping open and his throat going dry, feeling as if his mother's tall frame was looming over him like a menacing giant despite her standing many feet away from him. It was baffling to think how quickly everything had turned to shit, and salvaging the situation seemed impossible at this point. How Monica could possibly think that this would lead to a good outcome for anyone involved was beyond him.

But shamefully enough, the thought of having sex with her right now did make him really horny...

"O-of course not, mom, that's silly..." he mumbled at last.

Monica chuckled. "Aww, still acting innocent, huh? That's cute. Don't worry, Chris, you'll get him back tomorrow. Then you can keep his tight ass to yourself for a while."

"His tigh--" Christina began, baffled over her little sister's abhorrent language, but also realizing what her words implied. She glared at Cole. "You told her about us?!"

"Of course he did," Monica said. "We don't keep secrets from each other. We're a couple after all."

"No! Cole belongs to me! He's done with you!"

Monica let out a deep sigh. "I really don't see the problem here. I thought you would be okay with sharing him?" She was certainly jealous over the fact that Christina had been able to freely fuck her little boy-toy of a son, and the entire point of coming over to visit was indeed to snag him away from her. But that was only because she had done the same by making Cole cancel their date. And it was only for one night, so why was she so uptight about it?

In fact, Monica knew that both sisters were predisposed to jealousy, and as contradictory as it may sound, she had hoped that Christina would consider both of their feelings because of that. Neither one of them wanted to be left out. And in the past it had seemed like neither of them would, considering the fact that every single time the two drank together after Cole turned 18, both of them eagerly shared their sexual fantasies involving him.

"Why the hell would I?!" Christina roared in response. "You don't love him like I do! You're just... a predator taking advantage of his innocence!" There was no lack of conviction in the way she uttered the words, but the moment they left her mouth, her anger immediately shifted to guilt. She had no doubt gone too far. And the look that her little sister gave her confirmed it, a rare frown on her face.

"A predator?" she said, crossing her arms. "That's how you view me? Some sister you are."

Christina looked down at the floor. "I-I'm sorry. I just think he's better off with me..."

"Hm. Why don't we ask Cole how he feels?" Monica leaned to the side, looking past her sister's voluptuous curves that blocked the entrance, at Cole standing there in the kitchen, looking like he wanted to die. "Come on, Cole, tell her. You want us both, don't you?"

"You don't need anyone else, Cole!" Christina protested. "You're happy with the way it is now... right?"

Once again, Cole found himself in an unwanted spotlight. His eyes alternated between mother and aunt as he tried to come up with something to say that could satisfy them both. The truth is that he was happy with just his mother, and she could definitely do a perfectly good job in satisfying him. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that he wanted to experience whatever Monica could give him as well. She could be that little thrill that might be absent in an otherwise fulfilling life with Christina, considering the fact that both him and his mother were quite the unadventurous pair.

He cleared his throat. "Well... Maybe we could talk about this a little longer? Over dinner, perhaps?"

His mother scoffed. "What, you wanna invite her in? After all this?"

"No, I was thinking that we could all go out on a date together... You know, so we can discuss things on neutral ground?"

"Oh my god, that's a genius idea!" his aunt said. "What do you say, Chris? It's on me!"

Christina remained silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. "Fine... But don't expect me to change my mind." She wasn't actually planning on considering neither Cole nor Monica's suggestions. But she knew that she needed the opportunity to calm down before saying or doing something regrettable.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go and get properly dressed. We can't have you looking like that. And... take a shower."

Catching a look from Monica, Cole realized that she was talking to him as well. Though he had already showered not to long ago, it was probably for the best to wash off the lingering smell of sex before going out to a restaurant. But could Monica really detect it, or did she just correctly assume what her sister and nephew had been up to mere minutes ago?

He nodded, then went separate ways from his mother. An aura of gloom shrouded her as she entered the downstairs bathroom, while Cole continued to the one upstairs. It had become commonplace for them to shower together, which usually led to other things... But now was not the time for that. Even if Monica wasn't waiting for them to get a move on, it was probably for the best to leave Christina alone given the mood she was currently in.

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With a thumb endlessly swiping the screen of her phone, Monica was just starting to get impatient when she suddenly heard the sound of steps from the staircase. She lifted her head off the armrest of the living room couch to see Cole coming back down after almost 30 minutes of preparation. More than what she would have expected from an 18 year old boy, but one look at him made it clear that it had been worth it.

She had never, ever seen him looking so handsome. She didn't even know that he had such a sense of style. He was wearing a pair of gray dress pants and a white button-up shirt that hugged his slender torso so tightly that every bit of his boyish musculature could be seen. And as if he was a wrapped up package of deliciousness, he even had a little red bowtie!

While there wasn't that much of a difference in terms of his face, what with him being male and all, Monica had an eye for such details when it came to her beloved nephew. His facial hair was usually only enough to result in a faint, fuzzy outline when hit by the sun, but now it was all gone. It made his smooth, pretty features pop even more. Not only that, but his entire face had a noticeable glimmer to it, suggesting the use of moisturizer. He hardly needed it with skin like his, but Monica certainly appreciated it. Better yet was his meticulously styled hair, its sandy-blonde color having turned almost golden with wax, swept up and to the side like a field of grain in the wind.

"Holy shit, Cole..." Monica said. She was on her feet in a millisecond and went to meet Cole as he came down the last step.

Cole blushed, Monica's tits now practically in his face thanks to the few inches of height her heels granted. "Do I look okay...?"

"Do you look 'okay'? Does this answer your question?" Her arms embraced him lightning-fast, pulling him towards her bosom as she leaned down to plant a wet kiss on his lips. Sudden as it may have been, she didn't wait at all before shoving her tongue into his mouth, engaging in a french kiss that she had been longing for ever since their last one. God, he even smelled amazing...

But their kiss was short-lived. A click could be heard from the bedroom door not too far from where they were standing, prompting Monica to quickly pull away from her handsome

nephew. Before the door had opened entirely she had already backed away a few feet away from him, and with feigned innocence on her face, she saw Christina emerging in a state that she had only appeared in a handful times in her life.

Cole was particularly blown away by it. Barely even having recovered from the kiss he had just partaken in, his jaw practically hit the floor from the sight of the near unrecognizable person standing before him. The everyday t-shirts, blouses, sweatpants and shorts that one would have thought made up Christina's entire wardrobe were nowhere to be seen. Instead, she had actually put on a dress... And dear god, did it fit her beautifully.

Unlike Monica's, it seemed like a dress made for more casual settings. Its fabric was a deep yellow that covered Christina's entire torso, shoulders included, and the skirt went from knee to waist. But while clearly made to be spacious and rather loose-fitting, that did not apply in a case like this. It offered no cleavage for Christina's giant tits to attempt to squeeze out of, thus the fabric itself visibly struggled to encase them, and despite the sheer width of the skirt, its ruffled texture was stretched flat around her hips.

"So are we leaving or what?"

Hearing her speak made Cole direct his attention to her face instead, and to his surprise, it was as if he was looking at Monica. The two sisters' lips were almost completely identical, as plump and juicy as always, and both now covered in red. It seemed like Christina had tried to match her little sister when it came to makeup as a whole, having even applied eyeshadow of her own, albeit in sparkly light pink rather than purple. And while Cole thought he had outdone himself with his hair, Christina blew him out of the water. She still had a ponytail, but it was all entwined in a series of silvery strings that had shaped it into a long, thin rope rather than its normal fan-shape. A hairstyle befit for a queen.

"God damn, sis, you look fucking amazing!" Monica said, beaming.

Cole gulped as his mother came towards him. "Yeah, you're gorgeous, mom," he said, reaching out to take her by the hands, but was ignored completely. Not even acknowledging his compliment, she merely continued to walk towards the door, grabbed her purse that hung from the coat rack and put her phone, wallet and keys in it.

Her darker-haired sister shrugged. "Eh, she'll get over it. Pour some red down her gullet and she'll start humping you until you wish you had pepper spray."

"Shut up, Monica," Christina muttered. "I'm not gonna drink anything tonight.

"Yeah right. I know you. The only reason you agreed to this was so you could have an excuse to get wasted."

"Nope, not this time." She held the door open for the other two, a little frown on her face. "Now let's get this over with."

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"So much for not drinking, huh?"

Cole sat between his mother and aunt in the middle of the padded, U-shaped seating in their booth of choice, digging his fingernails into his thighs as the tension rose with every passing second. It didn't help that Monica refused to lay off the teasing quips against her older sister. Cole stared at her with frustration in his eyes, the smug grin on her face equally sexy and irritating.

The mood was stale, but the overall atmosphere in the restaurant was nice enough. Due to the nature of their visit they had opted to sit at the very end of the otherwise empty VIP section, a single row of booths isolated from the rest of the restaurant. It was a fancy place to say the least. Columns of dark wood jutted out from the walls, framing a series of vaguely Victorian paintings that were dimly lit up by crystal chandeliers high above. Truth be told, if it weren't for the fact that it was all courtesy of the comparatively wealthy Monica, the restaurant may very well have remained overlooked by her sister and nephew for as long as they lived.

Christina set her lipstick-stained glass down on the table and went on to fill it back up. "Whatever... I guess I overestimated my ability to deal with you."

"Oh, come on," Monica said, lacing her voice with playfulness. "That's cold! I'm just trying to brighten the mood, you know."

"Only alcohol can do that right now."

"Really? What about the thought of double teaming your cute son with me?" Her eyes slowly traveled over to Cole, whose blushing face was barely returning eye contact. She gave him a wink that ended up turning him away completely, like a turtle pulling back into its shell.

"It's not happening," Christina said, already going in for another swig of wine.

"Why not?"

"I already told you--"

"Don't give me that crap," Monica interrupted, her playfulness gone. "You know I would never mistreat him. That's just some excuse you made up out of jealousy."

"Monica, you got him drunk and damn near forced him to suck your cock!" Christina shot back perhaps a little too loud.

"Excuse me?! I didn't force him to do anything! I only showed him what women like us were like, and now you're giving me shit for it? You two wouldn't even have gotten together yet if it weren't for me!"

"So what?!" Christina objected, almost lunging out of her seat. "I would have told him how I felt eventually!"

"Uh-huh. In, what, ten years?"

"It doesn't matter!"

To any other man, the view of these two gorgeous women fighting would have been the best thing ever. With every sassy hand gesture, the rest of their meaty bodies jiggled hypnotically. To Cole it was mostly disheartening. Partly because they seemed to think that he had no say in the matter, but more because of the fact that he was the cause of the rift that had been created in their relationship.

"Umm, one medium rare sirloin steak with roast potatoes?" a fourth voice suddenly said.

Cole was surprised to already see their waitress in front of him with their meals ready. "Ah, here..." he mumbled. The waitress leaned over to set his plate down in front of him, and he gave her an appreciative little nod. She was pretty. Really pretty. Blonde of hair, short and thin, and a cute face to boot.

But despite being able to recognize that she was objectively attractive, he felt absolutely nothing as he looked at her. As little as a week ago he would have considered a girl like her to be damn near perfect. Nowadays though? Not even close. She wasn't tall enough. Didn't have a pair of huge tits, or an equally huge ass. And probably didn't have a giant cock swinging between her legs...

But thankfully her arrival brought the ongoing argument to a pause, albeit most likely a short one. The two sisters entered a silent staredown and went in for more chugs of wine as the waitress served them their meals. Even she must have taken notice of the mood. Once done, she spun around and without a word virtually started running back to the kitchen.

"We'll have another bottle of wine!" Monica called out.

The young girl turned her head back, but kept walking. "O-of course!"

With the waitress out of earshot, Cole finally spoke up. "Come on, guys. You need to stop fighting. It's not getting us anywhere."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Monica said and refilled her glass nearly to the brim. "You've been silent since we got here."

"Well... Maybe we should talk about our feelings a bit? Try to understand and sympathize with each other?"

Christina knew that Cole would choose a diplomatic approach. And he was right. It's not like insults would accomplish anything. She had just hoped that he would make the suggestion a little later, so that she could relieve her anger by cussing out her little sister a bit.

With her wine glass in her hand, she leaned back in her seat. "Alright," she said. "Why don't you start, then?"

"Uh, okay." Cole cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Mom... These last few days have been some of the best of my life. A little exhausting maybe, but I've loved every second of them. It's like I've discovered a whole new side of you. You always seem so happy nowadays." Seeing as how it was rare for Cole to open up like this, the embarrassment quickly mounted up. He hardly even dared to look at his mother, but the glances he threw at her confirmed that his words worked to at least some degree. Her frown seemed to abate little by little. "But while I completely understand if you want me to yourself, I just wish that you were more understanding of me and Monica. We can't just erase our feelings for your sake. It's not that simple of an issue."

Christina's frown quickly crept back on her face. "So you admit that you have feelings for her?"

"Well... yes. I can't help it, mom. She can't help it."

"Well, there you have it, Chris," Monica said from the sideline, swirling her fork through her carbonara. "You raised a wise son, I'll give you that."

Christina clenched her teeth. "Yeah, and what did you do?"

"Huh?"

"When I poured my sweat, blood and tears into raising my son, what did you do for him? Nothing."

Cole's eyes darted between the two as silence fell over the table once more. "Mom, it doesn't matter," he said. "I love you both, regardless of--"

"It does matter!" Christina interrupted, her eyes tearing up. "Cole, my life has revolved around you ever since you were born! You are my world! I never had the time or energy for anyone else after you came along... I never got to experience love again... And now, you're the only one that I want..."

"I understand, mom," Cole said, putting his hand on his mother's thick thigh. He wanted nothing more than to hug her, but he had to sort things out first.

"So just because of that, only you deserve him?" Monica said. "I may not have been there to raise Cole, but are you conveniently forgetting the times that I've supported you financially, Chris?"

Christina went quiet, swallowing the angry retort she was building up. "Well, no... I'm thankful, but you're a bank executive and I'm a librarian. I figured you weren't giving up too much for me."

"What?!" the younger sister shouted, her voice likely reaching all the way to the kitchen. "Oh, no, no, no. You do not wanna go there. I worked my fucking ass off to get to where I am, and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and listen to you taking me for granted."

"Okay, both of you just calm down!" Cole said, almost as loudly as Monica. "Is there no room for some sort of compromise here?"

"I'm all for a compromise," said Monica. "It's Chris who's against it." She eyed her older sister, expecting anger or a snarky comment from her, but she just sat there, slowly sipping up the last bit of wine in her glass. It was hard to know what she was thinking, but the optimistic part of Monica immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was relenting ever so slightly. And Monica had to take advantage of that. "Maybe you can come up with something, Cole? You're the neutral one."

"Well, it's just that..." Cole said and sighed.

"What?"

"I don't like talking about myself like this, because it feels like I'm being put on a pedestal. Like I'm a prize for you to win. And I don't think that I'm worth it. I'm just... some guy."

Christina was taken aback, and it showed on her face. "'Some guy'?"

"Yeah. I mean, you're both so gorgeous. I feel like if you just had some more pride in yourselves, you'd see that you can do better than me." At last, it had happened. His rationality had trumped his lust. To actually give up what he had with his mother and aunt would no doubt fill him with regret, but there was no denying that it was the most reasonable thing to do.

Christina said nothing as she shared a glance with her sister, who slowly began smirking. And Christina did the same. A giggle escaped her mouth, and Monica followed along. Soon enough they were both cackling in unison, and Christina felt as if things were just barely beginning to swerve towards the kind of jolly evenings she and her sister always had together. The wine certainly helped, as it always did.

"Do better than you, Cole?" Monica said, struggling to get the words out. "Did you really just say that?"

Christina nudged her son's shoulder. "Handsome, kind, and humble... You really are the full package, huh?"

Cole sat stunned for a moment, slowly showing the hint of a smirk. "Am I really that special to you?"

"Of course," Christina said. She raised her heavy rump off the seating and sat down right next to Cole in the middle of the rounded booth. "I wasn't joking when I said that you are my world. What else do I have in life?" It took her only a couple of seconds to realize that what she had intended to sound wholesome to Cole sounded an awful lot like an insult to her sister. Christina looked at her, and much like she had excluded her with words, Monica remained by herself while Christina rubbed up against her son. Her little sister said nothing; she merely drank in silence, staring at the floor. Christina took a deep breath. "I've known for quite a while that Monica likes you as well, Cole. And I don't mind. I was actually relieved when she told me, because then I had someone to talk to about my own feelings. I just figured that she would..."

"Let you be his first?" Monica filled in.

"Yeah..."

Monica sighed and filled up her glass once more. "I get it."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I mean, I thought a blowjob wasn't that big of a deal, and that your reaction to what happened was kinda... well, selfish. But I guess I underestimated the power of motherly love. And maybe I got a bit too defensive when I should have considered your feelings more."

Cole's mind was already going into celebratory mode as the situation seemed to be defusing, with what felt like minimum involvement from him. But as his aunt suddenly rose from her seat and sat next to him, his mind became flooded with other thoughts. She sat with such proximity that her thigh actually slightly overlapped his, and thus he found himself squished deep into the soft flesh of both big, soft women. He certainly didn't mind. And to his delight, neither did his mother, judging from the look on her face.

"This is how it's meant to be," said Monica. "The three of us together, with Cole in between."

Christina frowned. "But I'm his mother. He's mine. Mostly."

"Fine, whatever. As long as I get a little slice." Monica looked down at Cole, whose face was a blushing mix of joy and nervosity. Or perhaps lust. "Is that okay with you, you handsome, handsome boy?"

"W-well, of course," he said. "If it's okay with you two, then it's okay with me."

Monica smiled and ran her long, painted nails through Cole's thick cordage of waxed hair. "God, I'm so grateful that you were born. Though I gotta say... I sometimes wonder what would have become of your sweet mother if she never had a child. Would she have ended up like me?"

Christina chuckled. "Like what, a slut?"

"Oh, shush. I'm pretty sure you were about to go down that path yourself. Remember that one time in college?"

"You mean when we..."

"Yeah, that."

"Okay, hold on," Cole said. "What are we talking about here?"

With a grin, Monica put her arm around her nephew. "Oh, you should have seen it, Cole. Empty bottles of booze all over Chris' little dorm room, her roommate on his back with me balls deep in his throat and Chris in his ass. And how we leaned forward to kiss each other while that pretty boy writhed and moaned in pleasure beneath us."

Cole's mouth hung agape, and Monica's words lingered in his ears like an echo. "No way..." he mumbled. "There's just no way." He turned to his mother. This time she was going to give Monica a concussive slap to the face, right? Both for lying and for being her usual, inappropriate self? Nope. She sat there, blushing, her gleaming eyes clearly taking in Cole's reaction to what he had just heard.

"Well, what can I say?" she said, smiling in that pseudo-innocent way that only a mother could. "He kept staring at me from day one. Monica came to visit and... you know. Things happened."

"Beautiful things," Monica added.

Christina locked eyes with Monica as the two of them drank several mouthfuls of wine. Her heart pounded just like it had in that sweet moment that had been dragged out of her memory. She had come to consider it a downright whorish act as she grew older, but now she had dove head first into a loving relationship with her son, so in what way was her current self more reasonable than her younger self? Swapping spit with her little sister in a steamy, incestuous threesome might have been the most outrageous act of her life, but also one of the most exciting ones. But it wasn't too late to top it. And she only just realized how sexy Monica looked after having dropped her annoyingly smug act.

There was no doubt in Monica's mind what her older sister was longing for, and she was more than willing to give it to her. She sat up tall and leaned over her nephew to plant a wet kiss on Christina's awaiting lips. They immediately took each other in a meaty embrace, and moans came pouring out as if having been bottled up ever since they shared that kiss in college.

Cole's voice of reason vanished from his brain. He found himself literally up to his ears in tits, like a soft prison that embraced his head in a perfect position to view the debauchery taking place above him. He took in everything with total awe. The pillowy lips of his mother and aunt rubbing against each other with their continuous kissing and sucking motions, smearing lipstick well beyond where it was supposed to be. So ravenous was their kissing that saliva began raining upon Cole's face.

Though Christina was noticeably enraptured by the kiss, Monica abruptly ended it and turned to her nephew. "Cole," she said between heavy breaths. "Get on your knees. You have work to do." She finished with a kiss on his lips.

"Now?!" Christina said. "But we're in a restaurant!"

"It's okay, we're VIP. Besides, he'll be under the table."

Cole gulped, slipping out of his seat and down under the table. He looked at his mother, who was clearly in shock at how quickly he obliged, but a bite of her lip betrayed that she longed for Cole's lips as much as her sister. Alcohol was absolutely what had done the trick, but she was clearly fully aware of what was happening. As for Cole, he didn't need any substance. He was supposed to be the reasonable one, but seeing his sweet and kind mother making out with his vixen of an aunt had torn that idea apart real quick. His hard-on raged in his fancy pants, and he imagined that Monica and Christina were already about to burst down there.

Monica spread her legs the moment Cole was on his knees. "See this?" she said, lifting the short skirt of her tube dress. "I'm still wearing those panties I showed you. Gives you real easy access, don't ya think?"

About to burst, indeed. Cole salivated at the sight of Monica's throbbing cock and the balls that lay heavy on the seating, all of it framed by the thin, black fabric of her panties. Her precum practically came shooting out, forming a little puddle on the floor. On the plate above Cole's head was an untouched sirloin steak, but that was nothing in comparison to the meat that Monica was serving.

"Wait a second!" Christina said. She reached under her skirt and yanked aside her panties, almost ripping them apart. "Do me first!"

Monica grumbled. "You know, this was supposed to be a date between me and--"

"Cole!" Christina interrupted, bobbing her cock up and down in her grip. "Mommy comes first. That's the deal."

Cole nodded. Honestly he wasn't really thinking at that point, but the highest authority was certainly his mother. He reached out to take over Christina's grip and received an appreciative pat on the head that warmed him to his very soul. He could feel the love behind the look she gave him as he planted a kiss on the tip of her dick. Hell, he could almost hear her thoughts. Good boy.

"Oh, you're a greedy little slut, aren't you?" Monica hissed, biting her lip as she leaned in closer to her sister.

Christina giggled. "Runs in the family." With one hand practically attacking Monica's tits with a vicious groping, her other one pulled her in by the neck for a kiss. Monica was even fiercer now, and Christina was happy to match it. They entered a wet duel of tongues as her precious son began sinking the head of her cock into his mouth. She groaned into her sister's mouth, feeling as if she was about to be ripped in half by the two opposing forces. But she welcomed that feeling. Gone was Cole's hesitation and fatigue when it came to blowjobs. He sucked and slurped harder than ever, and his hand masterfully matched his lips in their back and forth motion.

Monica fueled her every kiss with jealousy, but was not ignored by her nephew. His hand came as if in search of prey, striking her huge cock with a death grip that he proceeded to jerk her off with. In a moment of shock she surrendered to Christina's kisses, ceasing all motor functions in response to Cole's squeezing hand. Monica would never have expected this so soon after she had seduced him. Such initiative... Such skill. His hand moved in a manner that he couldn't possibly have learned by himself; a technique of long, aggressive, twisting strokes that would have been useless for his own size. It would seem Christina had taught him well.

Taking in the beauty unfolding before him, Cole found it hard to focus on pleasuring his mother and aunt. But it made no difference. Seeing the two slobbering all over each other's mouths -- and their dresses being splattered with falling saliva -- was all it took to crank Cole's autopilot to the max. Indeed, while the view and the sounds were something he desperately wanted to etch into his memory, his subconsciousness wished for two giant loads of cum to fill his mouth as soon as possible. To that end he took Christina's massive, throbbing cock as deep as he could while keeping a rhythmic sucking motion, ramming it against the back of his throat over and over.

Monica let out a grunt of frustration as the pleasure from having her cock squeezed began to plateau. She tore herself from her older sister's gripping hands and lips in what was almost an explosion of spittle. "My turn, Cole!" she said groggily. "Please?"

Cole pulled back with a nervous smile, swallowing a sticky load of precum. "Of course, aunt Monica."

"Oh, such a good boy... You deserve a reward." Not even looking around for any spying eyes in the restaurant, Monica stuck her chest out and swiftly pulled her dress down to turn her cleavage into a full display of her goods. And she did so with a proud grin.

Cole could almost feel his brain reverting to that of a caveman as he drank in the perfectly round orbs that were Monica's chest, her hands groping them tantalizingly. He scooted over to sit in front of her, keeping his eyes on her stiff, thick nipples that almost seemed to be staring back at him. They were so beautiful that Cole barely even noticed one of Monica's hands letting go of her tits and proceeding further down. She wrapped it around his own, which was still holding her cock.

"These are just eye candy for now, babe," she said. "This is more urgent."

Inches in front of Cole's face, Monica heaved her heavy cock up to catch his full attention. The view of her tits was partially blocked by its width, but he realized at once that he had been given a better one. Sitting directly in the shadow cast by that huge thing, Cole almost came on the spot as Monica peeled back her foreskin with a slow stroke of her dick. The swollen head was absolutely beautiful. He took a moment to stare at the way it swelled up tight and shiny as she throbbed in his hand.

Monica let out a little whine. "Come on, don't be such a tease... I've longed for this."

"S-sorry!" Cole lunged at his aunt's cock, landing it on his tongue and sliding it deep into his mouth. He basked in the scent of its musk and the familiar scent of Monica's femininity that seemed even stronger than normally. An approving smirk came from above, between a pair of thick, perfect tits. Cole shuddered. He, too, had longed for this.

Christina sat quiet as her moaning sister was sucked off by her son. There was a twinge of jealousy stirring up in her heart, but the blush on her face was certainly not from anger. Her cock throbbed even more now, and much to her joy, Cole's hand still pumped away at her cock. Monica had stolen most of his attention, but there was no sign that he favored her over his mother. If that were to remain true, there was no doubt that this was the best outcome. Others might call it sick and deranged, but Christina could hardly wait to see where their relationship would head with Monica included. She could already picture Cole nearly passed out in her bed at home, the mattress sullied with cum as both sisters delivered one last load on his cute face.

With that being said, she wasn't going to lose to her sister in any way. "Don't forget about these, Cole!" she said and plunged an arm inside the top of her dress.

Though Cole's mind was still adjusting to all the overwhelming visual treats, there was always room for more. He almost choked on Monica's cock as Christina began revealing her chest. Her dress wasn't one that was easily slid off, so her approach differed from her sister's, and that approach didn't exactly make it an easy task considering her size and the tightness of the dress. So big were his mother's udders that one hand seemed insufficient in lifting them out of her dress. The soft flesh wobbled like jelly in her palm as she brought each titty out, yet didn't droop like you'd expect. Even as she dropped them and let nothing but gravity act on their heft, they stayed visibly firm and full.

"Holy fuck, Chris," Monica said. "Those things are... Are you trying to overshadow me?"

Christina caught Monica in her embrace, putting them nipple to nipple. "I'm treating my son to a nice view. This is all for him." That was a lie. The kisses she gave Monica were mostly for her. She gave her another one.

"Oh, shit..." Monica moaned, as over half of her cock vanished beyond Cole's lips in an instant. "That really got him going..."

"Well then, how about this?"

With their tits squished together, the sisters were back to kissing deeply and sloppily, and Cole's sole objective had now become to give them the night of their life without any regard for his own interests. Now, and in the relationship that would follow, he would do anything to please his loved ones. He wrung his mother's wrist-thick cock with all his strength, while just barely impaling his throat with his aunt's tip that was straight up feeding him precum by now. He knew the soreness that would follow, yet he continued to gag on Monica's cock over and over. Even the sudden footsteps coming from behind him did nothing to deter him.

Prompted by an alarming squeal from her sister, Monica opened her eyes to see their waitress standing next to the table, a wine bottle in her shaky hands. "Hey there, sweetheart," Monica purred. "You don't mind us getting a little... naughty, do you?"

A series of unintelligible stutters came out of the girl's gaping mouth as her eyes went wild all over the two women's erotic bodies. "N-no, of course not! I-I mean... You are VIP after all..."

"Thank you, hun. I knew you'd understand." In truth it wasn't much of a gamble on her part. It had only been a few weeks since Monica had seduced the blonde at the end of her shift and taken her straight to the backseat of her car. Monica had told her that she wasn't looking for a relationship, so by now the young girl was probably really excited to view the show that the older brunette was putting on with her sister. Perhaps she could even hear the unrelenting slurping coming from under the table. But she didn't stick around to find out for certain what the sound was. Monica could see the poor girl's legs buckle as she scurried away, likely about to take a bathroom break to deal with her soaked panties.

Christina gritted her teeth, her thick glutes pumping her hips up and down to match Cole's moving hand. "God, she saw everything..." she moaned. "Why am I so fucking turned on?!"

"Because you finally get to show the world what a good little slut you are, Chris. Come on, let it all out..." Taking the lead, Monica decided to take things up a notch. She gave her sister a deep kiss, then tilted her head sideways as her lips continued down Christina's neck.

Christina threw her head back with a deep groan. Each kiss she received was like a warm tickle against her skin, and the lower Monica went, the stronger the sensation got. Monica clearly knew exactly what she was doing. Christina could feel the intent behind each and every one of her motions, the harmony in her kisses and her hands that came sliding up Christina's back and over her shoulders. Past her collarbones and onto her obscenely big pair of breasts Monica's lips went, as her palms rounded their low-hanging underside and gripped them with a sudden aggression. Christina almost lost her breath as her tits were squeezed together and lifted up in the air, after which her girthy nipples suddenly fought over the limited space within Monica's mouth.

While Monica's fiery glare was locked onto her sister as she sucked away at her tits, she clearly noticed the effect her actions had on Cole. In fact, despite him having remained silent -- save for the wet noises of his voracious blowjob -- he now began to moan in tandem with his mother. Monica felt the tremors of his voice against her throbbing cock, and she knew that she had to work fast to bring her sister to her own level of pleasure. She wouldn't last much longer. Her vast sexual encounters and mental fortitude were ultimately not much of a help in terms of endurance in this base but loving union with the two people more dear to her than anything else. Of course it was all accelerated by the fact that Cole knew very well how to work his lips that seemed to inch ever deeper down Monica's shaft.

With a gasp, Christina's moans abruptly stopped. "Cole..." she mumbled, reaching for a tuft of her son's hair. "Come here..." As gently as she could, she pried Cole off Monica's cock and guided him to hers.

Cole stared at her, bewildered, but knowing. As he went to take his mother's swollen, pink cockhead in his mouth yet again, he received a look of both surprise and slight disappointment from Monica. He still worked his hand around her shaft, but he knew that he had pulled away from her at the most critical time. Although Christina was clearly closer to climaxing than Monica...

"Deeper, baby," Christina said and pulled his head towards her. "Let me cum in your throat..."

Slowly but surely Cole's lips neared Christina's pelvis. He was warmed up enough for her to slip into his throat without too much resistance, but his gagging was inevitable with her size. With that said, this would be over soon. His mother's entire body shivered around him, and the noises she made had taken on a bestial, throaty sound that indicated what was about to happen.

When Christina at last felt Cole's face sink into the little pudge on her lower body, she finally freed herself of the inhibition that had held back her climax. She sighed and relaxed her muscles, letting her orgasm course through her body and materialize into a vicious flood of cum. She worried if Cole was going to be able to handle it, knowing that this time would be different from when he had sucked her off in his room earlier.

Despite free passage down Cole's throat, it was as if his mother's cumshot exploded in all directions. The thickness and quantity was so extreme that a clean descent was impossible. He could actually feel it forcing itself up through what little space there was between his throat and her shaft. Normally he could stay calm whenever taking Christina's cock down his throat, but not now. He went into a strange state of both panic and euphoria that was completely new to him, as cum began seeping into his mouth and nose.

Monica only realized what was happening when two jets of cum shot out of Cole's nostrils, and she pulled away from Christina's tits in pure shock. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "You're filling him up, Chris!" She stared at Cole's reddening face as the sound of choking and gagging forced its way through his plugged mouth. Even now he still jerked her off, but his small hand was just barely not enough. Monica bit her lip and joined in, wrapping her own hands around his and stroked herself as if trying to strangle her cock. That did the trick. "F-fuck! My turn, Cole! Quickly!"

A splatter hit the side of Cole's face, which was enough to clear his mind a bit. Like a robot he obeyed, unsheathing his mother's still-orgasming cock and turning to Monica. She had deliberately angled her cock towards him, giving him another shot of cum to the forehead just as Christina did the same into his gaping mouth. He swallowed and pounced at Monica, and this time, he instantly took her entire cock down his throat. The two sisters were a perfect tag team. Monica's orgasm burst inside Cole's throat over and over, and Christina still had plenty in the tank to cover Cole's every facial feature.

"My god..." Christina moaned, trying to keep her aim still as she continued to pump out ropes all over her son's face and hair. "You're such a slut, Cole..."

Monica bared her teeth in furious pleasure. "Fucking tell me about it..."

The rain of cum ended before long, and by then, Cole's vision was completely blocked by it. Monica gave a few last spurts that thankfully didn't add to the pooling amount in his mouth and nose. Seconds from passing out, Cole retracted his head. He gulped down the semen coating his tongue, before filling his lungs with the air he desperately needed, nis nasal passage having been rendered useless the moment Christina began dumping cum down his throat.

"Damn, you're a mess..." Monica said.

Christina grabbed Cole under his arms. "Come here, baby. Let me clean you up a bit." She lifted him up on his feet and sat him down between the two women. After a quick kiss on the cheek, she began wiping cum from his face using only her hand.

Monica did the same on her side. "You okay, Cole?"

"Yeah..." he mumbled. "I'm great." More than great, in fact. This was heaven.

Monica chuckled. "So am I. I think this beat anything that happened during college. What do you say, Chris?"

"Hmm, I'm not convinced," said Christina teasingly. "I think we're gonna need to try out more things."

"I'm up for it if he is." Just as she stuck her fingers in her mouth to suck off some cum, Monica was the first to notice that they had a spectator. Their waitress, standing next to their table in complete silence, her eyes wide. She probably didn't even have an actual reason for being there beyond curiosity. "Hi again, sweetheart."

"We'll take the check, please," Christina said with a smile.

The blonde gasped and pressed her thighs together. "R-right away!" And just like before, she bolted on unstable legs.

Monica wiped back the dark hair that had fallen in front of her face. "So... Date at my place, Saturday? All three of us, of course."