Notes:
This story is a sequel to "Triplets."
All participants are eighteen or over.
This isn't real - at least, as far as I know.
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It was a Saturday when we finally decided to take advantage of the drunken sluttiness of our mom. Unfortunately, since our first threesome, our mom was actually drinking more than she was fucking. She would say stuff like, "I need to build up my courage to leave (or meet guys or whatever,)" or "This is my pre-funk." She bought big plastic bottles of booze and made cocktails that were more alcohol than mixer. About half the time she passed out on the couch or in her bed instead of going out.
When she passed out on the couch, she was completely out. If she didn't have her legs open so I could look up her short skirts, I would often move one out of the way. Sometimes she would moan and shift her position when I did that, most of the times not. Regardless, I got to look at her pussy with its deep black bush. My sisters and I would usually help her to her feet -- she worked with us once we started to seriously move her around -- and get her to her bed. Sometimes she was too dead drunk and we just left her on the couch. Always, though, we made certain that she was on her side in case she puked, which happened occasionally, so she wouldn't choke on it. We also made certain there was a towel under her head so it was easier to clean up the mess. While the three of us helped her to bed or adjusted her, I usually grabbed a tit surreptitiously. They were bigger but softer than my sisters'. Since I was doing it without permission in addition to her being my mother, it was even more deliciously forbidden and naughty.
The three of us were sitting in our bedroom one night while our mom was on her fifth martini when Kiki decided it was time. Mom didn't have any vermouth or olives so she was just drinking cheap vodka out of a martini glass; the first few were chilled but then she stopped doing even that. "We should do her," my busty strawberry blonde sister said. She was wearing tight jean shorts and a tight t-shirt with the Grateful Dead logo on it. The clothing brought out her curvy figure. Her blonde hair was done in pigtails.
"What?" Eliza said sharply. She had on a broomhandle skirt, the folds going down to her ankles, and a loose button up top. Her hair was a cascade of flames down over her shoulders. The two of them had gotten into this butch/femme thing.
"You know you've thought of it," Kiki said. "And we certainly know she's thought of it, at least with Joe." We'd heard my mom call out my name several times in the heat of passion, and occasionally to tell her man of the evening to "fuck mommy."
I was silent and the girls were ignoring me. My part in this was a given, I guess. If Kiki convinced Eliza, we would do it and I would go along. If not, I would just continue copping the occasional feel of my mom's tits and looking up her skirts and then fucking my sisters.
"I don't think we should fuck our mom," Eliza said.
"You said that about fucking me," Kiki rebutted, and Eliza turned red under her freckles. While I had black hair and relatively swarthy skin, my triplet sisters had pale, freckled skin and reddish blonde hair, with matching fire crotches to boot. Any kind of blushing on their faces looked like a housefire on white sheet rock. It might have embarrassed Eliza to talk about it, but I knew she was completely enthralled to Kiki in bed. Kiki bossed us both around and, in all things sexual, Eliza had become the submissive partner to her sister. Technically, one could say I was submissive to both of them, doing whatever either of them told me. Actually, though, I just didn't care what we did; I was happy to keep getting laid by two hot girls. And the fact they were my triplet sisters and this was very, very wrong made it just that much better.
I realized I had been zoning out and Eliza, biting her lip, had said something. "What?" I asked.
"I said," Eliza hissed, glaring at Kiki, "What would we do with her?"
"What do you want to do?" Kiki hissed back.
"I don't want to do anything. You're the one who wants to rape our mom while she's drunk."
"It's not rape if she consents."
"She can't consent while she's drunk."
"She does it all the time." And with Kiki's statement, they were at an impasse.
"What would
you
do with her?" Eliza asked, finally.
"Fist her," was the quick reply. Kiki had tried to fist Eliza multiple times with no success; she had become almost obsessed with it. Eliza's pussy was simply too tight and Kiki's knuckles, small as they were, too large. We'd tried different kinds of lube, watched videos on it, even got the book, "A Hand in the Bush," but no luck. Kiki was disappointed and Eliza felt bad that she couldn't give this experience to her sister and lover. They'd even gone so far as to try changing places, Eliza fisting Kiki. Kiki had said that having it done to her was almost as good as her doing it to Eliza, but that didn't work out either. In this case, I didn't know whether Kiki was purposely playing on Eliza's guilt to manipulate her into agreeing to fuck our mom, but I could see on Eliza's face that it was working.
Eliza changed the subject, turning to me. "What about you, Joe?" she asked. "What would you do to her?" No question of whether I would fuck our mother, just what I would do. I didn't know if she was skipping the question of "whether" because she thought I was a hound or a pervert or because she knew I would do what they decided. Well, I had a surprise for them.
"I would tie her up." They both looked at me, open mouthed, surprised. We'd never talked about bondage but I was obsessed with it. Well, I was obsessed with anal sex and ass to mouth, too, but we did that all the time -- bondage was something I hadn't told them about. "Then I'd spank that big ass, maybe with a paddle," I had a ping pong paddle I'd bought for when I could paddle a girl, maybe one of my sisters, "and maybe those big tits too."
I waited, unsure of myself, unsure what my sisters would think of my perverted fetish. Finally, Kiki swallowed and said, "Well, that's hot."
Eliza seemed to agree and also to realize my discomfort of coming out as someone who wanted to do BDSM. "How come you never asked to tie us up?"
I tried to answer, but I just couldn't.
"Yeah, brother," Kiki returned to her old, horny, mischievous self. "I'd be down for being tied up. I don't know about being spanked or paddled, but you could tie me up and fuck me. Actually, I'd let you spank me while you fucked me while I was tied up." The girls' reactions had me elated. I started thinking what I would do to them and when we could do it and how to do it. I already had the rope, too. I'd bought some nice quarter inch, black, cotton rope and I had practiced knots and even tied up one of my own arms to try it out. But that wasn't what was on the table right now.
"So, you fist her and Joe ties her up and whatever," Eliza continued, "which he could totally do to us," she said as a side note. "What's in it for me?"
"Well, I don't know." Kiki turned the tables. "What would you want to do to or have done by a big-titted, big-assed MILF, or your mom, or both?"
Eliza thought; I could feel the seconds tick by. "I'd wanna make her scream like she does with all those guys," she said finally. That was kind of a downer, a statement filled with the pathos of our existence, our mother leaving us every time she could to pick up some guy and bring them home to fuck her, ignoring the fact that we were there.
Kiki looked her exact copy soberly in the eye. "Let's do this," she said finally. Eliza nodded her head.
We'd fallen behind. Mom's plastic half-gallon vodka bottle was empty and she had a fifth of Cuervo tequila out. It had been a gift from some guy and she was drinking it straight from a glass. Mom looked more like me than the twins with coal black hair which she'd curled so it stood out from her head like a black halo. Her huge tits were covered by a sleeveless pink blouse with decorative folds in the front and a V-neck that showed her ample cleavage. A black stretch miniskirt fit her wide hips and big ass like a second skin, going down to mid-thigh, leaving her legs bare down to her black heels. She'd applied heavy makeup, suitable for being visible in a nightclub -- blue eye shadow, black eyeliner, rose red lipstick, but it couldn't really hide how puffy her face looked from all the booze.
"Hey, mom," Kiki said, "whatcha doin'?"
"I'm getting ready to go out tonight," she said, barely slurring her words.
"By yourself?"
"I won't be by myshelf for very long." She giggled at her own joke.
