Elena waited until Lucas was still half-drowsy from their morning nap, body lax, cock resting thick and heavy against his thigh.
She moved like a cat: silent, smiling, gathering four long silk scarves from the dresser drawer.
By the time he realized what was happening, his wrists were already tethered to the headboard, ankles spread wide and lashed to the footboard posts.
The scarves were soft but unforgiving; he tugged once, muscles flexing, and the knots only tightened.
"Mom…?" His voice cracked, equal parts nerves and raw hunger.
Elena straddled his chest, naked, skin glowing in the afternoon light.
She leaned forward, breasts swaying inches from his lips, and brushed a kiss over his mouth.
"Today you don't move until I let you," she whispered. "Today you're my toy."
She started with his face.
Scooting up the bed, she planted her knees on either side of his head and lowered her dripping pussy onto his mouth.
No warning. No mercy.
Lucas groaned into her, tongue spearing deep, lapping at the mess they'd made all morning.
Elena rolled her hips slow, grinding her clit against his nose, riding his face like she was born to do it.
She came twice in the first ten minutes: once soft and rolling, once sharp and violent, squirting straight down his throat while he swallowed every drop like it was holy.
Then she slid down his body, leaving a wet trail over his chest, his abs, until she hovered over his cock.
It stood straight up, flushed dark, a fat bead of precum trembling at the slit.
Elena didn't take him inside.
Not yet.
She wrapped both hands around him, barely able to close her fingers, and stroked slow, twisting at the head, thumb smearing that precum in circles.
Lucas jerked against the scarves, hips bucking, a desperate sound ripping from his throat.
"Please… Mom, please…"
She ignored him.
Instead she shifted lower, settled between his spread thighs, and dragged her soaked pussy up and down the length of his shaft, coating him in her cream, never letting him inside.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
The head of his cock bumped her clit on every stroke until she was shaking again, cumming just from the friction, squirting over his balls.
Lucas was crying now, real tears of frustration, wrists raw against the silk.
"Inside me," he begged, voice broken. "Please, I need to breed you, I need—"
Elena finally took pity.
She rose up on her knees, lined him up, and sank down in one merciless glide.
They both screamed.
She rode him slow at first: deep, grinding circles that kept him buried to the root, her walls fluttering around every inch.
Then faster.
Harder.
Tits bouncing wildly, head thrown back, using him exactly how she wanted.
Every time he got close she stopped, lifted off, let him throb in the cool air until he sobbed.
Three times.
Four.
Five.
On the sixth edge she leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and untied one wrist.
"Hold me," she ordered, voice trembling with her own need. "Hold me while you fill me."
Lucas's freed hand clamped onto her hip like iron.
The other stayed tied; he didn't even try to free it.
He thrust up into her with everything he had, brutal, perfect strokes that slammed her down onto him again and again.
Elena shattered first, pussy clamping down so hard he couldn't move, squirting in messy pulses that soaked them both.
That broke him.
He roared her name, hips jerking off the mattress, and came like a firehose: thick, endless ropes flooding her cunt, overflowing instantly, running down his shaft and balls in creamy rivers.
She kept riding through it, milking every drop, until he was shaking and begging and still coming.
Only then did she reach up and untie his other wrist, his ankles.
Lucas flipped her instantly, still buried inside, and fucked her through the aftershocks: slow, deep, possessive strokes that made fresh tears spill down her cheeks.
When he finally collapsed, cock still pulsing, Elena wrapped arms and legs around him and held him like she'd never let go.
"I love you," she whispered into his sweat-damp hair. "Love every single way you give yourself to me."
Lucas kissed her slow, tasting both of them on her lips.
"Every day," he promised, voice raw. "Tie me up, edge me, ruin me. I'm yours."
They stayed tangled and leaking for hours, scarves still dangling from the headboard like trophies.
The clock had just slipped past midnight when Elena padded into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a tiny apron that read "Kiss the Cook."
Her tits spilled out the sides, nipples already hard from the cool air.
On the counter: a three-layer chocolate cake, still warm, waiting for frosting.
She was halfway through spreading thick vanilla buttercream when the screen door creaked.
Sophia (Elena's younger sister, 38, curvier than sin, same dark hair but shorter, same hungry eyes) stepped inside, barefoot in a silk robe that barely contained her 36K breasts.
She'd arrived that afternoon for a "surprise visit," took one look at Lucas's bare chest, and hadn't stopped licking her lips since.
Now she leaned against the doorframe, robe slipping off one shoulder, voice low and velvet.
"Need an extra set of hands, sis?"
Elena's smile was pure wickedness.
She dipped two fingers into the frosting, walked straight to Sophia, and painted a perfect swirl across her sister's exposed nipple.
"Lucas!" Elena called, never breaking eye contact with Sophia. "Come taste what Aunt Soph brought us."
Lucas appeared in the doorway, cock already jutting against his thin sleep shorts.
The second he saw them (his mother and his aunt, both half-naked, both dripping with intent), his shorts tented obscenely.
Sophia didn't hesitate.
She untied her robe, let it pool at her feet, and stepped forward until her heavy breasts pressed against Elena's.
"Show me how you take care of my favorite nephew," she whispered, then licked the frosting from her own nipple, slow and filthy.
Elena pushed Sophia back against the counter, bent her over right beside the cake.
Two round, perfect asses side by side, both glistening (Elena's pussy still leaking from earlier, Sophia's already soaked from watching them all day).
Lucas groaned, stepped up behind them, and freed his cock.
He started with his mother (always his mother first).
One slow thrust into Elena's creamy cunt, bottoming out while she moaned into Sophia's neck.
Then he pulled out, slick with Elena's juices, and slid straight into his aunt.
Sophia's back arched, a broken cry ripping from her throat as eleven thick inches stretched her open for the first time.
"Fuck," she gasped. "He's even bigger than you said, Lena…"
They took turns like that: Lucas alternating between them, five strokes in Elena, five in Sophia, hands gripping hips, frosting smearing across both their tits as they kissed messy and desperate over the counter.
Elena grabbed the frosting bowl, scooped a handful, and slathered it over Sophia's breasts.
Lucas bent to lick it off, sucking her nipples clean while still buried in his mother.
Sophia came first, suddenly, violently, pussy clamping down so hard Lucas had to fight to pull out.
She squirted across the floor, legs shaking, screaming into Elena's mouth.
Elena followed seconds later when Lucas slammed back into her, frosting-covered fingers rubbing her clit in frantic circles.
Her orgasm milked him hard, walls fluttering, gushing around his cock.
That broke him.
He pulled out, fisted his slick shaft twice, and painted them both: thick ropes of cum striping across Elena's ass, Sophia's back, dripping down into the frosting bowl.
The sisters turned instantly, dropped to their knees together, and licked him clean: tongues swirling, sharing the taste of cake, cum, and each other.
Then they attacked the cake with their fingers, feeding Lucas bites between kisses, smearing frosting over every inch of skin they could reach.
By the time the bowl was empty, all three of them were sticky, trembling, and laughing like teenagers.
Sophia leaned over, kissed Elena slow and deep, then looked at Lucas.
"Your mom said you last all night," she purred. "Prove it."
Elena grinned, pushed her sister onto the kitchen table, spread her thighs wide.
"Start here, baby," she said, guiding his cock back into Sophia. "Then come finish inside Mommy. We're not done until sunrise."
Lucas thrust deep, the table creaking beneath them, while Elena straddled Sophia's face and rode her sister's tongue to another screaming orgasm.
The cake sat forgotten, half-eaten, covered in cum and fingerprints.
Outside, the moon hung full and bright.
Inside, mother, son, and aunt fucked slow and filthy until the sky turned pink again, promising this was only the beginning of Sophia's "visit."
The sky was just beginning to pale when the three of them stumbled naked out the back door, still sticky with frosting and cum.
Cool morning air kissed their skin; the outdoor shower waited, river-stone walls already steaming from the hot water Lucas had turned on.
Sophia went first, stepping under the spray with a sigh, water sluicing down her curves, turning her dark hair black and sleek.
Elena followed, pressing against her sister's back, hands sliding up to cup those massive 36K tits, rolling nipples between frosting-slick fingers.
Lucas stood behind his mother, cock already hard again, eleven inches jutting up against the cleft of her ass.
Elena looked over her shoulder, eyes glowing.
"Put it in me, baby. Let Aunt Soph taste where we join."
He obeyed instantly, sliding into Elena's soaked pussy in one slow thrust.
She moaned, pushed back, and Sophia dropped to her knees in the water without a word.
The shower poured over all three, steam curling around them like incense.
Sophia's tongue found them immediately: lapping at Lucas's shaft as it pistoned in and out of her sister, flicking Elena's clit on every upstroke, gathering the creamy mess that leaked down his balls.
Elena braced one hand on the stone wall, the other tangled in Sophia's wet hair, riding Lucas's cock and her sister's mouth in perfect sync.
"Fuck, yes," Elena gasped. "Eat your nephew's cock while he breeds me, Soph. Taste how full he keeps me."
Sophia moaned into them, the vibration making Elena's thighs shake.
She reached between Lucas's legs, cupped his heavy balls, massaged gently while her tongue never stopped moving.
Lucas's rhythm stuttered.
He gripped Elena's hips hard, slammed deep, and held.
First load of the morning erupted straight into his mother's womb, thick pulses she felt in her soul.
Sophia sealed her lips around the base of his cock and Elena's clit, sucking gently, drinking every drop that escaped.
When he slipped free, Sophia rose, turned, and pressed her back to the stone wall.
She hooked one leg high around Lucas's waist, guiding him into her with a desperate whine.
Elena dropped behind them both, kneeling in the water, and did exactly what her sister had done: tongue lashing Lucas's shaft, Sophia's clit, the place they joined, over and over, until Sophia screamed into the dawn, pussy spasming, squirting across Elena's face and Lucas's cock.
Lucas pulled out, spun Sophia around, bent her forward beside Elena.
Two perfect asses presented side by side, water streaming down their spines.
He took turns again: five strokes in Sophia, five in Elena, hands gripping whatever flesh he could reach, until both women were trembling, foreheads pressed together, kissing messy and desperate.
"Together," Elena begged. "Fill us together."
Lucas gripped both hips, lined up with his mother first, thrust deep, then pulled out and slammed into Sophia, alternating so fast the water couldn't keep up.
They came at the same second: Elena first, pussy clamping down like a fist, squirting down Sophia's thighs; Sophia right after, walls fluttering, milking him with every spasm.
Lucas buried himself in Elena one last time and let go, pumping rope after rope of thick morning cum into her, then pulled out mid-spurt and painted Sophia's pussy with the rest, marking them both.
The three collapsed against the stone, water still pouring, limbs tangled, mouths seeking.
Sophia licked cum from Elena's lips, Elena licked it from Sophia's, Lucas licked it from both of them, until they were clean and shaking and laughing again.
Eventually Elena shut off the water.
They stood dripping in the cool air, sunrise turning everything gold.
Sophia rested her head on Lucas's shoulder, hand lazily stroking his half-hard cock.
"I'm never leaving," she declared, voice hoarse.
Elena smiled, kissed them both, slow and filthy.
"Good," she said. "Because the lakehouse just got a permanent third resident."
Lucas pulled them both close, arms around mother and aunt, cock already twitching against their bellies.
"Then let's go back to bed," he growled. "I'm nowhere near done with either of you."
They walked inside naked, leaving wet footprints and a trail of water across the floor, already reaching for each other before the bedroom door even closed.