“Minako agrees.” Then I sucked in a deep breath as our mother rose, her salmon-pink dress rustling. “Okaasan is doing it.”
Our mother undid the built in belt of her dress, uncinching it. Her dress no longer hugged her waist. She dressed to show off her body, attracted to Clint. Then she undid the square buttons of her bodice. She trembled as she revealed the bra she wore beneath, dark, cupping her round breasts. I licked my lips, so eager to see our mother naked.
Her dress fell down her body. She looked so beautiful. So sensual. So mature. Her panties were sexier than I imagined she owned. Black and tight, cut to ride high on her hips and show off some of the cheeks of her ass. Clint looked her up and down as she trembled.
“I see where your daughters get their beauty,” he said. “Show it all to me. Don’t be shy, slut.”
“Yes,” she whimpered and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra with such ease, such skill.
This wasn’t the first time she’d stripped for a man. She bared her breasts, so round, her nipples thrusting from wide areolas. They were darker nubs than my twin or I possessed. They looked fatter and begged to be sucked on. Clint seized one, tweaking it and making her shudder.
Her fingers hooked her panties’ waistband. She shoved them off her hips and down her legs, her black bush adorning her pale-olive flesh. She whimpered as he kept fingering her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as she stepped out of her panties, her toned thighs flexing. She kept on her white heels, her black hair sweeping about her naked shoulders.
“Lovely,” Clint groaned. “It is a crime that no one has worshiped this body in so many years.”
“T-that changes tonight, Clint… sama.”
“Sama…” He smiled. “I like that, slut.”
“I love seeing okaasan naked,” whimpered Kimiko.
“Minako thinks she is gorgeous,” I whispered back, slowing the speed of my pumping fingers in her asshole. I wanted to savor this as Mother touched herself. She stroked her body while Clint drank it in, his cock throbbing and twitching before him.
“There is a blindfold on the nightstand,” Clint said, his voice so strong. “Put it on.”
“Yes… Clint-sama,” she said, her voice a sultry purr.
She sauntered with such confidence away from Clint, passing before the closet door. Her breasts swayed before her, her hips rolling. She knew she was a beautiful woman. That she was naked before a man who appreciated her beauty. She wasn’t bashful like a maiden. Like I was.
She picked up the sleeping mask and drew the black cloth over her face, the edges lined with a dark-red lace. She adjusted the straps behind her head. She couldn’t see anything now. She licked her lips, her breath quickening.
Kimiko’s asshole squeezed down on my fingers. “Look at her pussy, onee-chan. She’s so wet.”
My eyes flicked down to our mother’s bush. Juices sparkled on her silky strands. I wanted to lick her. To eat her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted feast on her. Just make her cum on my face. I would love her so much.
“Now lie down on the bed,” Clint ordered as he approached, his right hand lightly stroking his cock.
She obeyed with a sensuous grace, stretching out her naked body on the bed. The springs creaked as she adjusted herself, her black hair spread out across the bed. She ran her hands up her body to her breasts, squeezing them, jiggling them.
Offering them to Clint.
Clint stroked his hand up her thigh as he walked along the side of the bed, passing our hiding spot. He glanced at the closet while our mother whimpered from his touch. He had such a hungry smile on his face as he stared at us.
I trembled and my pussy burned, my juices flowing.
His hand stroked up from Mother’s thigh, past her hip, to cross her stomach. He gripped her round breast. He squeezed her, groped her. His thumb swiped over her nipple. She gasped and squirmed on the bed.
Then his hand continued stroking upward, crossing her collarbone to her shoulder. He swiped down to her right arm, his finger lightly touching down to her elbow, to her wrist. He seized her and pulled her arm over her head to the restraints attached to the bed frame. Our mother squirmed but didn’t fight even when he wrapped the cuff about her wrist and tightened it.
“Clint-sama,” she moaned.
He grabbed her other wrist and pulled it to the other corner of the bed. I shivered at how pliant our mother was. She trembled on the bed, her breasts rising and falling, pillowed into two soft mounds. Her flat stomach tensed and squirmed as she writhed on the bed. He bound her in place then his hand moved down her body, slipping past her breast this time.
She moaned with such wanton delight, shuddering at his touch.
“Minako is getting so wet, onee-sama,” I whimpered as Clint ran his hand down our mother’s left thigh, pulling it open. “Okaasan is so pliant.”
“She is,” my sister whispered back. “It’s as hot as your fingers reaming my asshole, onee-chan.”
I agreed, fighting the rising moan as Clint bound first our mother’s left leg then her right. She was bound spread-eagle to the bed, helpless. She looked so delicious. I licked my lips, plunging my fingers so deep into my twin’s asshole.
Clint knelt between our mother’s thighs. He stroked his hands up both her thighs. She groaned and whimpered, pulling on her restraints as her body shuddered. Her breasts quivered. She licked her lips as he came closer and closer to touching her snatch.
“It’s been ten years since someone has worshiped this cunt,” Clint said when his fingers reached her wet, curly bush. “What a crime.”
“Yes, Clint-sama,” she moaned.
“We’ll worship it all the time, okaasan,” my sister whispered.
I gave a soft moan of agreement.
“Clint-sama!” Mother moaned as he nuzzled his face into her pussy.
He ate her.
Mother gasped and quivered, pulling on the restraints as he feasted on her. He pressed his face into her dark curls. His hands reached up her body and groped her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them as he devoured her.
I knew how passionate Clint was. He ate pussy with such gusto. He loved making a woman gasp and moan for his pleasure. I shuddered beside my sister, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. My heart pounded. My breath quickened, pressing my tits against my dress.
“Clint-sama!” she groaned, her blindfolded head tossing back and forth. She humped her pussy against his mouth, the bed creaking, her bonds groaning as she pulled against him. She couldn’t do anything but lie there and receive ecstasy.
Her breasts heaved as her back arched. As he licked her, he made her body move more and more. Her stomach flexed. Her thigh muscles bunched as she spasmed. Her toes curled. The sounds she made sent trembles rippling through my body.
My fingers plunged faster and faster into my twin sister’s asshole. I gave Kimiko as much pleasure as I could, reveling in the velvety feel of her. I couldn’t stop pleasing her. I wanted to make my sister come. I wanted to hear her gasping and moaning in delight. To hear her passion sing through the closet.
But we had to stay hidden. Clint hadn’t told us to come out.