Chapter 94: Drying

Sophia still sat fully seated on Kyle’s cock, her hands resting weakly on his chest. The silence after Stacy’s proposal stretched long enough that the only sounds in the room were their uneven breathing and the occasional soft, wet shift of Sophia’s body around him.

Then Sophia’s face crumpled.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice thick. She couldn’t quite meet her daughter’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what came over me. He was… and I was drunk, and lonely, and I watched you and I— I should never have let him touch me. You’re my daughter. This is disgusting. I used your man behind your back and I—”

“Mom.”

Stacy’s voice was quieter than before, but steady. She pushed herself up further, wincing at the deep ache between her legs, and scooted closer until she was sitting right beside them. Her naked thigh brushed Sophia’s. She reached out and gently took her mother’s face in both hands, forcing Sophia to look at her.

“We already share blood,” Stacy said.

“Sharing a man is nothing compared to that. If it keeps you from coming home empty and crying into your pillow after those bitches pretend to be your friends… then it’s alright.”

Sophia’s eyes filled. “Stacy—”

“It’s alright,” Stacy repeated, softer. “I’d rather you be happy and full than lonely and touching yourself in the dark while I pretend I don’t hear it.”

She leaned in and kissed her.

It started as a gentle, closed-mouth press of lips—awkward, tentative, full of everything they hadn’t said to each other in years. Sophia made a small, broken sound against her daughter’s mouth. For a second she stayed frozen. Then her hands came up and cupped the back of Stacy’s head, and the kiss deepened.

Kyle, still buried inside Sophia, stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

‘What the actual fuck is happening right now.’

Their tongues met. Soft, wet sounds filled the small space between their faces. Stacy’s bare tits pressed against her mother’s fuller ones as they leaned into each other. Sophia was still fully seated on his cock, so every small shift of her hips as she kissed her daughter made her cunt squeeze and drag around him.

‘Where is my consent in this conversation? Did I become a shared appliance? Hello?’

Kyle’s thoughts spiraled in pure comic disbelief while the two women made out above him. Sophia’s pussy fluttered around his cock every time Stacy’s tongue slid against hers. Stacy’s hand had drifted down and was resting on her mother’s waist, thumb stroking absently.

‘I belong to Lira. I have a whole girlfriend who kisses me like a normal person and doesn’t offer to share me with her mother. What the fuck do they mean their man? I am not a community resource.’

Sophia pulled back just enough to breathe, foreheads pressed together with her daughter. A thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Her eyes were wet, but the shame had softened into something more complicated.

“You’re sure?” she whispered.

Stacy nodded once. Then she kissed her again, slower this time, while her hand slid down and rested over the place where Sophia was stretched around Kyle’s cock, feeling the wet heat of it against her fingers.

Kyle’s brain short-circuited a little further.

‘They’re making out with my dick still inside one of them. This is the most unhinged morning of my entire life. Lira is going to murder me if she ever finds out.’

Sophia’s hips gave a small, involuntary roll as her daughter kissed her, pushing his cock deeper. Soft, wet sounds of their mouths mixed with the quieter sound of her cunt shifting around him. Neither woman was looking at him. For the moment he had been completely sidelined reduced to the warm, hard thing connecting them while they quietly rewrote the rules of their relationship above him.

He could only lie there, cock throbbing inside Sophia, and watch the mother and daughter make out with the dazed, slightly hysterical realization that his life had officially left any version of normal far behind.

Kyle cleared his throat, still half in disbelief at the two women kissing while he was buried inside one of them.

“Alright… I should probably give you two a moment,” he said, carefully trying to lift Sophia off his cock. “This is clearly a mother-daughter thing and I don’t want to—”

Two pairs of hands immediately pushed him back down.

Sophia’s palms pressed firmly against his chest. Stacy’s fingers locked around his wrist. Both women looked down at him with the same tired, hungry expression.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Stacy asked, voice still rough from sleep and everything else.

Sophia shifted her hips, keeping him fully seated inside her. “You used both of us for an entire day and night. You filled us until we couldn’t think. You made me clean my own daughter with my tongue.”

Her cheeks were still flushed, but there was a new, quiet determination under the embarrassment. “Now it’s our turn to use you.”

Before Kyle could form a proper protest, Sophia lifted herself off his cock with a wet sound. Stacy immediately swung a leg over him and sank down in one smooth motion, taking every remaining inch inside her still-sore pussy.

“Ah—fuck—” Stacy’s head tipped back. She planted her hands on his chest and started riding him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips.

Sophia didn’t stay idle. She crawled up beside them, but instead of only focusing on her daughter she leaned down and kissed Kyle first deep and open-mouthed, tasting him while Stacy rode his cock. Then she turned and kissed Stacy just as deeply, their tongues meeting above his face. When she pulled back she guided one of her full breasts to Kyle’s mouth.

“Suck,” she murmured.

He did. Sophia’s soft, heavy tit filled his mouth while Stacy continued to fuck herself on his cock in steady strokes. Sophia’s hand slid down and wrapped around the base of him, feeling her daughter rise and fall on every inch. Then she leaned over and kissed Stacy again, the two of them sharing messy, wet kisses while Kyle’s mouth stayed busy on Sophia’s nipple and his cock stayed buried in Stacy.

They switched without needing to discuss it.

Stacy lifted off him, breathing hard, and Sophia immediately took her place—sinking down with a low, satisfied sound. This time Stacy leaned in and kissed Kyle deeply, tongue sliding against his, while her mother rode him. Stacy’s hand cupped Sophia’s breast and offered the nipple to Kyle’s mouth; he latched on and sucked while Sophia ground down on his cock. Then Stacy kissed her mother again, the three of them connected Kyle’s mouth on one woman, his cock in the other, their mouths on each other and on him in turn.

Round after round they traded him, but they never left him out.

One would ride while the other kissed him and fed him her breasts. They took turns sucking his cock whenever he was between them, their tongues often meeting around the head before one of them sank back down onto him. Sophia would hold Stacy’s hips and help her ride while kissing Kyle over her daughter’s shoulder. Stacy would lean down and suck bruises into his neck while her mother used his cock. They pressed their breasts into his face from both sides, took turns feeding him their nipples, and kissed him between every switch until his lips were swollen and wet.

Kyle’s bewildered internal monologue slowly dissolved into pure overload.

‘These two are going to kill me with their cunts and their mouths and I’m going to die between them. What the fuck is my life.’

They didn’t stop at one or two rounds.

Sophia rode him through an orgasm, grinding down hard as she came around his cock with a broken moan while Stacy kissed him through it. The moment she lifted off, Stacy took her place and fucked herself on him until she came too, thighs shaking, while Sophia sucked on his tongue and played with her daughter’s breasts. They kept going switching, kissing him, kissing each other, whispering filthy little things about how it was only fair after everything he had done to them.

By the fourth round Kyle’s cock was hypersensitive and his balls ached. By the fifth he was reduced to broken groans and weak twitches of his hips. They still weren’t finished. Stacy held him inside her while Sophia sat on his face and kissed her daughter above him. Then they reversed it. Then they both leaned over him and took turns sucking the remaining hardness back into their mouths whenever he started to soften often with both of their tongues on him at once before one of them sank down onto him again.

He came until there was almost nothing left.

The final time it happened, Sophia was riding him slow and deep while Stacy kissed him messily and rubbed her own clit. Kyle’s orgasm was almost painful a dry, twitching climax that left him completely drained. His cock pulsed weakly inside Sophia as the last thin spurts left him. His vision went white at the edges. His entire body went limp against the mattress.

Only then did they finally stop.

Sophia lifted off him with a wet, filthy sound. A mixture of their combined fluids leaked out of her onto his spent cock and stomach. Stacy collapsed on his other side and immediately pulled him into a slow, open-mouthed kiss while her mother kissed along his jaw and neck. Both women were breathing hard, bodies shiny with sweat, soft breasts pressed against him from both sides.

Kyle stared at the ceiling of the colorful bedroom for a second, chest heaving, completely emptied, then let his eyes close as the two of them continued to kiss him and each other in lazy, satisfied turns.

He couldn’t even form a proper thought beyond a weak, mental whimper.

‘…I need a hospital. Or a priest. Or Lira. Possibly all three.’

Mother and daughter lay on either side of him, mouths still occasionally finding his, and neither of them looked even remotely finished with the arrangement they had just decided on.