Cora and Alena show their love for each other. The family's journey comes to an end. All characters are 18+
For the first time since Dad died, I had a deep, untroubled sleep. I didn’t remember my dreams, but I remember them being happy ones. I knew my father was in them, and that he was proud of me. He was proud of where his family had ended up without him.
When I woke up again it was fully dark out. I was still laying in my mother’s bed drowning in the smell of sex. I was no longer in a big lovepile with Mom and Cora, but the warmth remained. I wasn’t alone. I could hear them whispering next to me. The two must have woken up slightly before I did, and were now hugging each other tightly having a conversation. Part of me was jealous not to have their bodies wrapped around mine anymore, but as I groggily tuned in to what they were saying, I was glad they were taking this moment to talk things out together.
“...when I found out I was so jealous. It drove me crazy, I never felt that way before.” Cora was saying. “I mean part of me was happy. That the two of you had found a way to support each other. But I felt left out. Like I was losing both of you and getting cut out of the family. It made me feel so isolated and alone. After losing Dad, I just couldn’t stand that.”
“Oh baby,” I heard Mom say supportively. This was punctuated by the sound of a surprisingly wet kiss. Cracking one eye I could see Mom’s face pressed into Cora’s. The kiss they were sharing was far more intense than normal between mother and daughter. It involved their entire bodies, and no small amount of tongue. The love and need they shared for one another was palpable. I smiled.
“You’re my only daughter. You’ll never be on the outside of this family.” Mom continued, panting. The kiss was broken but the two were wrapped up in each other like lovers. Cora’s head rested on our mother’s chest, and Mom was holding it in both arms. Cora gently kissed Mom’s collarbones.
“I know. On some level I always knew that.” Cora continued shakily, “But the feeling was so intense; I was panicking. I know I should have just talked to you. But how could I? How could I say that the fact that my mom and brother were in a physical relationship made me jealous? That it made me horny? That I needed physical intimacy with Kevin too?”
Mom nodded. Her focus was 100% on Cora, attention undivided. Mom had always been an excellent listener.
“So I basically forced myself on him. Whatever happens please don’t be mad at Kevin. I know it makes me a piece of shit, but I needed to feel that love and support, so I emotionally manipulated him into having sex with me. It was a shitty way to treat him. I knew I was making him betray you, and that wasn’t fair to either of you. It was selfish. But I needed it.”
Mom squeezed Cora tight. “I’m not mad at either of you baby. Things were so fucked up without your father. I think we all needed each other. I’m already a failure as a mother for using your brother the way I did. I can’t be mad at you for seeking solace the same way I did. I love both of you kids so much. Honestly when I caught you two I probably felt the same way you did. I was so envious he was giving you what I wanted so desperately, and I was so worried I was going to lose him. Lose you. It would have killed me.”
The two devolved into a weepy hug. Cora held Mom’s hand and kissed her knuckles. Tears streamed from both their eyes. But I could see the tension leaving their bodies. They needed this catharsis.
The hug turned into a grinding kiss. Suddenly, mother and daughter had gone from crying into each others’ arms to moaning into each others’ mouths. I couldn’t see perfectly, but it looked like they had their legs entwined with one another. The motion of their hips suggested they were pressing their genitals into each other in a less-than-chaste way. I knew just how Mom’s sopping wet pussy must have felt on Cora’s leg. There was gasping, and the tang of pussy in the air grew stronger.
“I love you, Mom.” Cora panted, rubbing her cheek on our mother’s neck.
“I love you too, baby.” Mom replied, sneaking her hand between their bodies and gently nibbling at my sister’s earlobe. Cora groaned, and the two pressed against each other. It was slow, and sensual, and made my heart burst with love. A sense of peace washed over me. This was, I realized, the only way our situation ever could have resolved. The three of us loved each other; loved each other completely. As I started hearing the wet sloppy sound of Mom fingering my sister, a profound joy filled me. The women I loved loved each other. We needed each other, not just in an emotional way, or a familial way, but a physical way. And now we could have that.
I’ll admit part of me wanted to roll over at that very moment and insert myself into what my mother and sister were doing. But I’d had each of them alone. There would come a time later for all three of us to enjoy our bodies together. For us to dissolve into each other in a perfect triad of unity. For us to lose track of where one of us ended and another began. For us to indulge in every depraved fantasy we’d ever had in an environment of pure love and acceptance. But that could wait. For now, I lay still and pretended to sleep. I wanted them to have this moment with just each other.
Cora ground her hips into our mother’s hand and moaned. She squirmed as Mom delved her insides, her twitches and gasps making it obvious when Mom found a sensitive spot. Her face grew flushed and her nipples hardened. Mom’s arousal was also obvious as she worked more of her fingers into her daughter’s body. Cora’s writhing meant Mom never hit the same spot twice, but she showered Cora with kisses all the same. Cora grit her teeth. Her moaning became deeper and more strained. I knew damn well what that meant. So did Mom, it seemed.
“That’s it baby.” She said, “Cum for mommy. Let me take care of you, let mommy take care of her beautiful girl. I love you so much, I want you to feel good. Fuck you’re pussy is so tight baby. That’s a good girl, let mommy stroke your stiff little clitty until you cum.”
Cora did as she was told. She rode Mom’s hand and panted like she was running a marathon. Her hips never stopped moving. She put her arms around out mother and help on for dear life. Her trembling body looked so cute as our mother planted her lips firmly on Cora’s neck. A long sustained moan emanated from my sister. She gripped our mother with all her might. Then she screamed. A deep, primal scream of satisfaction filled the room. It came from the depths of my sister’s being, not merely from her soul but from the deepest part of her vagina where our mother’s fingers were now stroking her to orgasm.
Mom made soothing noises into my sister’s ear and stroked her hair lovingly. The two held each other through Cora’s orgasm. Even as Cora started coming down Mom didn’t stop fingering her. I watched my sister’s body twitch, writhe, and tremble as our mother guided her from her massive orgasmic high down through several smaller climaxes until she finally decided Cora had had enough. By that point Cora’s head was lolling and her eyes were rolled back in her head. Mom kissed her cheek gently. I heard the wet slosh as she withdrew her fingers from her daughter.
“I love you so much, baby.” Mom whispered as she rocked Cora in her arms, “I love you so so much.”
Cora smiled and sighed. “I love you too, mommy.” She said. Her words were slurred but carried a deep warmth. Turning her head Cora met our mother’s lips. The passion was still present, but had reached a lower flame. Mother and daughter took several minutes to slowly enjoy each other’s mouths. But increasingly Mom was clenching her thighs together and her kisses grew more passionate. As her hunger increased, she reached out and held Cora’s face in her hands. I could see the glistening juices on the fingers that had so recently been exploring my sister’s love tunnel. It left smears on Cora’s face. Mom noticed after a moment, too, and pulled that hand away. Cora grabbed Mom’s wrist. Breaking the kiss, she brought the lubricated fingers to her lips. She kissed them. Looking our mother directly in the eyes, Cora sucked her fingers into her mouth. Mom moaned. So did Cora. She sucked Mom’s fingers, then popping them out of her mouth licked each finger so it was totally clean.
Mom’s eyes were swimming with lust. Cora gazed into them and chuckled. Grabbing Mom’s other wrist, she pounced on her. Mom rolled onto her back and Cora came to rest on top of her. Mom’s bosom heaved, her nipples hard and prominent on her chest. Electricity passed between them. Mom licked her lips. Cora smiled.
“Now let me make you feel good, mommy.” Cora said. Mom swallowed a visible lump in her throat and nodded. Cora leaned down and began kissing. She kissed Mom’s lips. She kissed Mom’s neck. She kissed Mom’s shoulders, and she kissed Mom’s tits. Mom liked that. Her legs jerked as she thrust her hips in the air. Cora handled Mom’s breasts with such love and tenderness. She teased them, playfully tweaking the nipples and sending jolts through our mother’s entire body. It struck me that my sister had so much to teach me on this front. She licked Mom’s right nipple as her fingers played with the left. Hefting the entire boob in her hand, Cora put her entire mouth around Mom’s areola. She planted her leg between Mom’s and pressed her knee into the gaping, drooling hole she found there. Mom pressed down on her and grunted. She writhed this way and that, her vocalizations rich and needy.
Just as I thought Cora was going to push our mother over the edge she stopped. Cora released Mom’s breasts and broke contact with her pussy. Mom’s eyes shot open. They were wild, hungry, on the verge of tears. Mom began to sit up. Cora planted her hand on Mom’s chest and pushed her back down. She slithered down Mom’s body kissing the entire way. Briefly she rested her chin on Mom’s mons pubis, looking up at her with a beatific smile.
“Time to go back home.” My sister whispered. Mom looked down at her and nodded. Cora lifter her head off Mom’s pelvis. Sticking out her entire tongue, Cora placed it on our mother’s perineum. In a single broad, slow motion she licked the entirety of Mom’s slit. Mom flopped down and grunted in pleasure. She whimpered as Cora’s tongue passed over her clit. Cora looked up smiling at her once more, juices glinting on her face. Then she dove back in, devouring Mom’s box.
The wet slurping sounds were downright vulgar. It was like the messiest eater enjoying a thick bowl of macaroni and cheese. It made my sister’s enjoyment of her task obvious. Mom clamped her thighs around Cora’s head. She drew her daughter’s face deeper into her body. Mom’s moans were unrestrained as she squirmed, flailed, and ground her sex into Cora’s mouth. She planted a hand on the headboard and braced herself to stop her head from bashing against it. Her other hand groped her breasts and pulled her nipples with increasingly force. She abused her own tits as her daughter went to town on her pussy, her entire body animated by frantic sexual energy.
Suddenly Mom stopped writhing. She threw her head back groaned. She hooked her ankles together, trapping my sister in place. She pulled her right nipple a shocking amount and began vibrating. Her breaths came in sharp and ragged as she yelled out in pleasure.
“Oh god yes baby right there right there right there right there!”
Mom cried through her orgasm, her encouraging refrain echoing off the walls. The slurping sounds between her legs only grew louder and faster as Cora did her best to push Mom to new heights of pleasure. I was worried Cora was going to drown. I was worried Mom was going to tear her own nipples off. I was in love with how good these two women could make each other feel. Mom ground her pelvis into Cora’s face and screamed her agonizing pleasure. Then, she collapsed into a heaving heap. The slow slurping sounds told me that even as she basked in the afterglow my sister was still licking our mother’s cunt. Eventually Mom rolled over, face red and eyes bloodshot. Her legs released their death grip on Cora’s head. The pleasure had finally turned painful enough that Mom needed my sister to stop.
In a series of awkward jerking motions, Cora crawled up the bed so she and Mom were face to face once again. Cora’s entire face was coated in thick, frothing juices. I’d given her cumshots less messy than this. They kissed, and my cock jumped as Mom began cleaning her juices off of her daughter’s face. Then Mom pulled Cora’s head to her heavy bosom. Cora rested there for a moment, then reached out with probing lips. Soon, she had latched on to one of our mother’s perfect nipples and was suckling without a care in the world. Both women had a look of pure bliss on their faces.
“I love you so much, Cora.” Our mother murmured. She cradled my sister’s head in her arms, gazing down on her with the love only a mother can feel for her child. Cora cooed as she continued sucking Mom’s tit. Mom closed her eyes in satisfaction. She repeated herself, quieter this time. Cora cooed again. This went on for several beautiful minutes.
Then Mom released my sister’s head. She reached out and absently started stroking my erection. “We love you too, Kevin.” She said, looking right at me. I didn’t even feign waking up. Looking deep into her eyes I smiled. Cora’s mouth popped off our mother’s teat.
“It’s true. I love you so much it hurts, big brother. But if it’s with Mom, I’d also love sharing you.”
Mom nodded in agreement.
I scooted in and put my arms around them. “Good, because I love both of you to death and no matter what happens I can’t give either of you up. I need you. Both of you. This family isn’t complete if we all don’t have each other.”
We held each other and cried. They were tears of relief. Suddenly I felt like everything was fixed. Dad was still gone, and we all still missed him, but we’d found a way forward together. Together we could face the future, and together we could heal. Mom wrapped her arms around both of our heads and pulled us in. My sister’s eyes twinkled as we smiled at each other. Our lips found each other and we sloppily kissed atop our mother’s heaving breasts. Then, breaking the kiss, we turned to her at the same time. Cora’s lips clamped down on her right nipple, mine on her left.