I breathed in, a heady mix of salty cum and a spicy musk. A scent different from my own pussy. From Kimiko’s. A dizzy wave washed through me as my twin and I lowered our faces the last few inches. Cum-stained silk caressed my face as I nuzzled into my mother’s bush.
My tongue flicked out with Kimiko’s. We lapped up our mother’s slit.
Mother moaned as I tasted salty cum seasoned with her delicious spice. A naughty thrill ran through me as I licked again and again. My twin and I feasted on this incestuous snatch. I wiggled my hips, bumping into Kimiko’s side. We moaned, our tongues brushing each other as we explored our mother’s folds.
“Two?” gasped mother. “Clint-sama, two women?”
“Did you think I could contain myself to just one?” Clint asked. I felt his eyes watching.
She let out a purring moan. “I knew you were fucking both Asuka and her daughter… But… but… At the same time?” She shook her head. “No, no, it can’t be that. Is it Asuka and Stefani?”
“Interesting idea,” Clint said. “Stefani is a delicious fuck.”
I pictured the redheaded girlfriend of Clint’s older sister, Zoey, riding his dick, her breasts bouncing.
“But, no, it’s not those two.”
“Pam and Stefani?” whimpered Mother as my tongue dove into her pussy, scooping out her cream and Clint’s delicious cum. The two flavors melted in my mouth.
“Nope,” Clint said, amusement in his voice. He loved this game.
So did I.
Mother had no idea her daughters feasted on her. It was so wicked. I fought my moans, not wanting to give away it was us as my tongue swirled through her folds. Kimiko lapped and fluttered and at her clit, the pair of us making our mother buck and gasp.
“Is it… Ooh, it’s so hard to think. Their tongues… I’ve never had a woman lick my pussy. It’s so different. And two of them.” Mother groaned. “Please, please, Clint-sama. Tell me.”
“You need to keep guessing,” he said, moving up the bed to stand on the side. I saw his cock out of the corner of my eye.
My tongue licked up Mother’s slit, joining Kimiko’s at her clit. It was so naughty for both our tongues to play with her. To make her gasp and moan. The bedsprings groaned as she shuddered beneath our twin assault. Her musk filled my nose.
“Then… then… Is it Pam and Melody?” gasped mother.
“Oh, so you know I date my cousin?” Clint said. To the outside world, his half-sisters Melody and Lee were simply his cousins, no one knowing that his mother and aunt were both his father’s lovers before he passed away a few years ago.
“Asuka showed me the pictures of your daughters,” groaned Mother. “Or… or… is one of them Lee. I know you fuck her, too. She’s pregnant with your child.”
“She’s not the only one,” Clint said. “But it’s not Melody or Pam. Nor is it Lee.”
“Then who… The only other women in I met are… are… Your sisters. Your mother. Your aunt. Surely not.”
Clint didn’t answer her.
“That’s incest!” she groaned. “It has to be someone I haven’t met. Some other sluts that you fuck! I can only imagine! There must be some happy housewives on this street with you here.”
My tongue fluttered against Mother’s clit. Her pussy juices flowing faster and faster. I whimpered as Kimiko moved lower. Mother gasped as my twin jammed her tongue deep into the pussy that birthed us. I latched my lips onto her clit and sucked.
Mother gasped and moaned. Her breasts jiggled before me. Her head tossed back and forth. Her moans filled the air. They flowed around me, ringing with all her passion. Her stomach flexed as she gasped louder and louder.
“Are you about to cum?” Clint asked, leaning over the bed.
“Yes!” Mother moaned.
A hot surge ran through me. I sucked so hard on her clit, my cheeks hollowing. My twin sister let out a wanton moan. My body shook, my body rubbing against my sister’s side. I nipped mother’s bud. She gasped.
Came.
“Clint-sama! Your sluts! Your sluts are amazing!” she screamed.
Her juices gushed out of her. She bathed my face. My twin’s face. She covered us in her spicy passion as she thrashed on the bed. Her tits heaved as she moaned. Her mouth opened wide. It was so naughty. So wonderful.
My twin and I made our mother cum.
Clint’s hand shot out and ripped off her blindfold. Mother blinked as she stared down her body at us. Her daughters. Our tongues lapped at her pussy as her orgasm rippled through her. Her eyes widened.
“No, no, no!” she gasped, bucking from her climax. “Why are my daughters…?” Then she switched into Japanese. “What are you two doing? I am your mother! Why are you…? This is… This is incest! Stop this! Stop this right now!”
Shock hit me. I thought Mother would be consumed with rapture. That she would embrace this. I suddenly shrank, pulling my face away from her pussy. Kimiko rose up, her arms hugging her tits, like she was trying to hide them.
“Okaasan, we—”
“How could you do this to your mother?” she demanded. Then she glared at Clint, switching back to English to snarl, “What depravity is this.? Was that my daughter’s…? Did I taste…?”
“Yes, that was Minako’s cream on my dick,” Clint grinned. “She’s a delicious, little slut. So is Kimiko. They take after you. They have that same hot blood.”
“No!” hissed Mother. “I would never do something so filthy.”
Clint grinned at her. “Of course you would. Even now, I can see through that anger. You’re scared at how hard your orgasm grew when you saw it was your daughter. The breadth of your lust terrifies you. You don’t understand how you can crave something so taboo as enjoying your daughters. Look at you, trembling. You crave more of their incestuous touch.”
“I do not! Untie me!” She fixed him a hard glare. “Right now!”
“I’ll untie you when I’m ready, slut,” he growled, looming over her. “You are mine now, you understand? You gave yourself to me the same way your daughters did.”
“We did, okaasan,” Kimiko said. “Minako and I both are his. And… and… Minako is mine.” She put her arm possessively around my shoulder. “Don’t be afraid of this.”
Mother shook her head. “This is filthy. I do not want this.”
Clint’s grin was so knowing. “Yes, you do. I’ll prove it.” He marched to the bedroom door and opened it.
Melody and Pam stood naked on the other side, both so different, one a blonde, American girl , standing a few inches taller, her breasts round, nipples thick and dusky. Pam looked more like my twin and I, her body slender, her breasts a little smaller than Melody’s. She had dusky skin and slanted eyes. But… in their faces they had traces of their father. It was subtle. You would never think they were sisters unless you already knew.
“Mmm, we love our mothers,” Melody said, standing on Clint’s right. “Mrs. Mihara, our mothers are all Clint’s sex slaves.”
“They are, Mihara-san,” Pam said in accented Japanese. “Our mothers gave themselves to Clint. Our brother is just that dominating.”
“Brother?” gasped mother.
Clint frowned. Then barked, “Get in here, slaves.”
His mother, his aunt, and Mrs. Hiragawa all entered next. His mother and aunt were clearly sisters, though his mother had her hair dyed blonde. Their faces were similar, the shape of their large breasts so close. They moved with a willowy grace, identical tattoos over both hearts, a triangle around three letters. Beside them, Mrs. Hiragawa looked so much like her daughter only mature and ripened.