Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III

... it home and slamming my balls against her slit. Sheena squealed. Her screech woke up Cora, who pulled on the largest strap on in the bag and went to work on our mother’s ass.

I don’t understand what happened next. Somehow the four of us connected. We became one, we knew what each other felt, we became a single, sexual, spiritual thing. A mother, her eldest daughter, and her twins. We became something that would never be pulled apart again, a single unit, a single entity, a single soul inhabiting four bodies. For the rest of our lives, we would be one.

And as one single connected thing, we all came in a single crashing, soul-rending orgasm a few minutes later.

We collapsed into a puppy pile, covered in lube, pussy juice, sweat, jizz, and even a tiny bit of blood. We touched each other, kissed, and dozed under the warm evening sun. Utterly satisfied, utterly content, utterly as one.

Then the door to house slammed open. Standing there were two women I recognized from photographs. A woman in her thirties - my aunt - and a woman in her fifties - my grandmother. They both looked pissed.

My grandmother held a shotgun.

TO BE CONTINUED...