I wake up slowly, still nestled deep inside my sister's pussy. She stirs when she feels me twitch, lets out a little whine, and reluctantly lifts her hips so I can slide out. A thick flood of last night's cum immediately follows, soaking the sheets. She kisses me softly, licks her lips, and murmurs, "Come back soon, husband."
I pad naked down the hall. Mom's already in the living room, legs spread wide on the couch, fingers lazily circling her clit, pussy visibly dripping.
Mom (pouting playfully): "Come here, baby… Mommy's turn. Fuck me, please?"
I smile, lean down and kiss her forehead.
"Later, Mom. I need a little break. I've been inside big sis non-stop since she got home. My cock needs five minutes of fresh air."
She laughs, understanding completely, and blows me a kiss. "Fine, fine. Go be a good boy."
I head to my room, shut the door, and flop onto the bed. My phone lights up: 17 missed calls from "Ms. Aiko ♡" (my homeroom teacher). I call back instantly.
Ms. Aiko picks up on the first ring, voice breathy and worried:
"Hubby! I was so scared something happened… why didn't you answer?"
"Sorry, love. Been buried in homework." (A half-truth.)
She giggles, already touching herself; I can hear the wet sounds through the phone.
"Mmm, okay… when are we going on our date, baby? My pussy's been dripping for you all weekend…"
"Tomorrow night," I say, grinning. "Wear black stockings, those black lace panties you soak through in ten seconds, and that tight black dress. No bra."
She moans softly. "Yes, hubby… I'm already fingering myself just thinking about it… I'm gonna cum—"
I listen to her whimper through a quick orgasm, then tell her goodnight.
Phone down, I open my laptop. The little puzzle game I've been coding for months is finally ready. I push the build, upload to both stores, and hit "publish." Nothing fancy (just clean code, nice art, satisfying mechanics). Enough to show big studios I can actually ship something. A few hours later I refresh the dashboard: a couple thousand downloads already, climbing steadily. Not life-changing money, but solid pocket cash and a legit portfolio piece.
Feeling good, I book a sleek private hotel suite for tomorrow night (the kind with floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge bed, and soundproof walls). I order a box of ultra-thin condoms and some toys she likes, all set to be delivered to the room.
Everything's lined up: tomorrow I get to spoil my beautiful, horny teacher rotten while my family waits patiently (and wetly) for their turn when I come home.
I crawl into bed, cock already half-hard thinking about tomorrow, and let sleep take me. I wake up hard as steel, take a quick shower, and throw on jeans and a hoodie (the most "normal" I'll look all day). Downstairs, Mom's at the stove naked, hips swaying as she cooks. Big sis is sprawled on the sofa, legs already open, lazily circling her clit while some random show plays.
I don't say a word. Just unzip, pull my cock out, and step between her thighs. One smooth push and I'm buried in that perfect, soft, dripping heat. She gasps, back arching, eyes instantly turning into glowing pink hearts.
I grip her waist, lock eyes with her, and start moving (steady, deliberate strokes, balls tapping her ass every time). No kissing. I just want to watch every single expression as she falls apart.
Mom glances over, bites her lip, grabs her phone and starts recording. With her free hand she rams a thick dildo into herself, fucking the toy in time with my thrusts.
The living room fills with pure filth:
Big Sis: "Ahh! Ahh! Yes, husband! Fuck me! Fuck your wife's pussy!"
Mom (moaning like a porn star): "Look at my babies… breed her, son… fill her up…"
A few minutes of that rhythm and we all lose it at once.
I slam deep and unload, pumping rope after rope into my sister.
She cums so hard her tongue lolls out, eyes crossed in a perfect ahegao, then she goes completely limp, passed out with a blissed-out smile.
Mom squeals, yanks the toy out, and squirts in a long arc across the floor, phone still recording every second.
I pull out slowly (a river of cum immediately pours from big sis's gaping pussy). I tuck myself back in, zip up, lean down and kiss Mom's cheek.
"Heading out. See you tonight."
Mom, still panting on the floor in a puddle, just waves weakly. "Have fun, baby… bring that cock home full for us."
I step over the mess, grab my keys, and walk out the door like I'm just a regular college kid off to class, except I'm leaving behind two naked, dripping women and a house that smells like sex and breakfast.
Time to go spoil my teacher.
I hopped in the car and drove to her location; she was standing on the roadside wearing a long coat, a mask, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat that completely covered her face. The moment she spotted my car, she slipped into the back seat without a word. Neither of us spoke; the silence was absolute. I drove straight to the private hotel, collected the keys and a pack of condoms from the discreet staff (no one said anything), and we headed directly to the room. As soon as we were inside, I locked the door behind us.
She lets the coat fall to the floor.
Black stockings, sheer and glossy, run all the way up her trembling thighs. A tiny black bra barely contains her heaving breasts. And between her legs: black lace panties with a deliberate, shameless crotchless slit, framing her swollen pink lips perfectly. They're already glistening, dripping slow strands onto the carpet.
I strip in seconds, cock jutting hard and heavy. We stand there, inches apart, breathing the same air, eyes locked.
I lift one finger. She drops to her knees without a word, takes it deep into her mouth, and sucks like it's my cock (slow, swirling tongue, cheeks hollow, little moans vibrating around it). A few minutes of that worship and she pulls off with a wet pop, leaving my finger shining with her saliva.
I bring it to my own lips, taste her, and groan.
"Sweet as ever."
The words alone make her thighs clench. A fresh gush of wetness trickles down her leg. She whimpers, climbs onto the bed, and lies back, spreading wide (stockings taut, crotchless panties framing that perfect, leaking pussy like a gift).
I crawl between her legs, voice low and hungry.
"I'm going to lick every single fold of this pussy until you forget your own name."
She nods frantically, fingers already tangled in my hair, guiding me down.
"Yes, hubby… please… start now."
I crawl between her spread thighs and drag my tongue slowly up those glistening pink lips, tasting her sweetness mixed with the faint salt of her arousal. She shivers hard, back arching off the bed.
I push my tongue inside, curling and thrusting, fucking her with it while my nose grinds against her clit. She loses it instantly: loud, broken moans, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back, drool running down her chin like she's already broken.
"Mm—mm—yes, yes, just like that—!"
Minutes later she screams, thighs clamping around my head as she cums, squirting hard, a hot flood that soaks my face and the sheets. Before she can come down, she scrambles up, grabs my cheeks, and licks every drop off my skin like a desperate kitten.
I stand, cock throbbing. "Open."
She drops to her knees, mouth wide, eyes glassy. I aim and let go, a strong stream straight onto her tongue. She gulps greedily (gulp, gulp, gulp) until I'm empty, not spilling a single drop.
"Doggy. Now."
She flips instantly, ass high, face buried in the pillow, pussy dripping fresh strands onto the bed. I rub the head along her slit once, twice, then slam in to the hilt with one brutal thrust.
She screams into the pillow, drool soaking the fabric, body shaking. I stay still, letting her feel every inch stretching her.
"Please… please, hubby, fuck your slut… I'm begging…"
I pull back slow, then start pounding: steady at first, then harder, wet slaps echoing off the hotel walls. Thirty minutes of relentless rhythm, her ass rippling with every thrust, her muffled screams turning into sobs of pure ecstasy.
We crash over the edge together. I bury myself deep and unload, pulse after thick pulse flooding her. She convulses, pussy milking me dry, then collapses face-down, completely passed out, tongue still out, a blissful puddle of a woman.
I slide out slowly; a thick river of cum immediately pours from her gaping pussy onto the sheets. I get dressed, leave the room key and a soft kiss on her forehead, and walk out, letting the door click shut behind me.
She'll wake up sore, leaking, and smiling, already counting the hours until I ruin her again.