Florence has Two Moms Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Florence has Two Moms Ch. 02 by KomradeErotika,KomradeErotika Florence took a long sip of her mai tai, and then rested the cool glass against her forehead. “What a mess,” she muttered to no one. She was floating alone in the pool on an inflatable raft. Some genius had added cupholders to it, and Florence had acquired a very large cup of frozen cocktail from her Aunt Cynthia before retreating out here. It was the best thing about the morning so far.

The night before had been… intense. The whole family had been out at the club, drunk and high off their minds on a mystery cocktail of designer drugs. Inhibitions had pretty much gone out the window after a couple of drinks. Florence’s memory was very hazy, but she knew she had woken up this morning naked in bed with her cousins Steph and Drea, smeared in both of their lipstick. Little flashes of memory were coming back as her hangover subsided, most of them extremely erotic. She had a sudden recollection of Steph, surrounded by the older women of the family, making out with her own mother while Kelly squatted down behind her and began pulling up her dress. She couldn’t remember what happened next, but just the idea was enough to make Florence moan.

But wait, she had fucked Steph in the shower yesterday afternoon, before the drinks and the drugs. She’d forgotten all about that. What the hell had that been about?

It wasn’t like she could ask Steph. Her cousin hadn’t said a single word to her all morning. Steph hadn’t said much to anyone, in fact. She had immediately retreated to the beach with a book and a big bottle of water, clearly intending to have some alone time.

Drea hadn’t been much more talkative, but Florence had been able to borrow a bikini from her before Drea disappeared off somewhere. The top was way too big for Florence, flat chested as she was, but the bottoms fit great. And they were much skimpier than the suit Florence had brought to the beach, which was ideal. Florence reached down and adjusted the little scrap of black fabric, making sure it was firmly tucked between her labia. She didn’t tan much, but she wanted to make sure what little color she got was evenly distributed. The fabric was soaked, Florence’s slowly returning memories were making her extremely horny. She slid a finger under her bottoms and ran a few circles around her fat clit. There had been a time when she had been self conscious of her marble sized button, but she had grown to love how big and accessible it was.

Florence sighed quietly as she idly toyed with her cunt. Would anyone else really care if she masturbated out here? She was already topless and wearing the smallest possible bottoms. It couldn’t really be a big deal if she stripped off. And after last night… The sudden image of Drea eating Steph’s ass popped into her head. “Mmm,” Florence slipped a couple of fingers into herself. Maybe real quick?

But no. She had no idea where anyone stood after last night. Florence decided she should play it safe, reluctantly pulling her fingers from her bottoms and licking them clean. She could feel herself just starting to get to the point of burning anyway. Time to find some shade.

A few moments of slightly awkward splashing later (her raft was comfortable, but not very maneuverable) Florence was safely out of the pool and under the cover of a canopy of dried palm fronds. She spent the next fifteen quiet minutes there, scrolling through her phone and sipping the remnants of her drink. Her solitude was only interrupted when Aunt Gia walked in.

Of all her sisters, Gia had always been the most athletic. Kelly had always said that her sister would’ve been destined for a soccer scholarship if she hadn’t got knocked up. But even now, Gia put in the work and time to stay in shape. This morning was a cardio day, and she was clearly coming back from a long run. Florence took a moment to appreciate her aunt’s lean and well muscled body. Gia just looked strong, in the way that only a girl whole puts in plenty of time in the squat rack can. Her legs looked perfect for wrapping around someone’s waist. Even with her hair plastered down and sweat soaking through her little sports bra and tight little workout shorts, she looked fantastic.

“Hey Flor, enjoying the pool?” Gia asked, kicking off her shoes as she walked over.

“Uh, yeah, Aunt Gia.” Florence gave a moment’s thought to covering up her tits, but she decided that the damage was done. “It’s a really nice place to chill.”

“I know, this is definitely one of my favorite spots in the house. And it has my favorite special feature.” Without any hint of self-consciousness Gia pulled off her bra and shorts. She had clearly had a bit of work done, but her surgeon must’ve been an artist, because her tits looked almost completely real.

Florence let out a little whistle. “Looking good, Aunt Gia.”

“Thank you for saying that,” Gia said with a smile. “In my old age it’s important to get compliments.”

“Aunt Gia, you aren’t even forty.”

“True. If I can give you one piece of advice, it’s to have children while you’re still in high school.” She paused for a moment in mock contemplation. “Oh, and make sure the guy is rich. Where was I? Ah, the special feature.” She walked over to a little alcove and hit a nob. Water started streaming from the ceiling. “An outdoor shower! I don’t even use the indoor one unless the weather is bad.”

As Gia showered, Florence went back to her phone. Or at least she tried to. It was hard to keep her eyes off her aunt. Just the sight of Gia’s body was enough to turn her on. Had she kissed Gia last night? She couldn’t remember. Florence very much wanted to kiss her now. Her hand drifted down to her pussy, gently massaging herself as she watched her aunt. It didn’t help that Gia was putting on a bit of a show. She had glanced over in Florence’s direction a couple of times to make sure she was watching and then began arching her back as she soaped her tits, letting them jiggle and shake as she rinsed herself. Florence moaned as Gia bent over slightly and spread her ass. God, she wanted to lick that asshole.

When Gia turned off the water, Florence reluctantly stopped touching herself. She didn’t want to make a scene. But Gia walked right up to her anyway.

“Alright, Flor, why don’t you roll over?” She lifted a bottle of sunscreen. “With that pale skin you’re going to burn, even under the pergola.”

Florence dutifully did as she was told, laying the deck chair flat and folding up a towel for a pillow. She was very aware that Gia was naked as she straddled Florence on the chair. She could feel the heat of her aunt’s cunt on her lower back. But all her worries were wiped away when Gia started massaging her back. Her aunt was doing much more than rubbing in sunscreen, and her strong hands were working out knots that Florence didn’t know she had. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she started to relax.

It got even better when Gia’s hands traveled up her neck and began massaging her scalp. “You have such beautiful hair, Flor. This auburn color really suits you.” Gia was really working her scalp, and Florence was almost drooling, it felt so good. “Drea has such nice blonde hair, but she’s always dyeing it. The pink is pretty right now though.”

Florence liked Drea’s hair too, but she didn’t have much time to think about it. She almost sobbed when Gia left her scalp behind. But then her aunt’s digits were dancing down her spine, working out her legs, and rubbing her feet. The last one set off a little bit of the giggles, but it all felt so good.

“Let’s see,” Gia said. “One last bit of you to cover.” Gia reached up and pulled off Florence’s bottoms, giving her full access. Not that the bottoms covered much, the back was pretty much a piece of floss. “Hmm, you really did get the family bubble-butt, didn’t you? Even if it’s a bit smaller than average.” Gia was massaging Florence’s round ass, making it glisten with sunscreen. “Just a second sweetie, I need something.”

Florence raised her head as Gia walked back over to the shower. She returned with a squeeze bottle of some cloudy liquid. “What’s that?”

“Liquid coconut oil. Now lay back down.” The oil went into Florence’s hair first. Gia massaged it into every inch of her scalp, and then ran her oily fingers through Florence’s locks until every strand was shiny. Then Gia turned, looking towards Florence’s feet. Florence moaned as the first stream of oil slid down her ass crack. It ran over her asshole and slowly covered her steaming cunt. Florence moaned again, louder and harder this time, as Gia reached down and began to massage her. She started at Florence’s clit, then across her pussy, until she landed at her ass. A pair of fingers applied light pressure, circling and circling the sensitive spot. Florence moaned and squirmed, but Gia’s weight on her back stopped her from going anywhere. “We have to make sure to protect all your most sensitive bits.” She started to apply more pressure, and her fingers suddenly pushed into Florence’s anus.

Florence came, hard and messily, pussy juice squirting out of her to splatter on the chair. “S-s-s-s-hiiiiit!” She moaned. Gia didn’t let up, pumping her fingers into Florence’s ass as she came again, and then again. It was only after the third climax that she stopped, pulling her fingers out with a wet pop. As she stood, Florence turned to look up at her.

Gia gave her a wicked grin. “Ok, turn over so I can do your front.”

Steph was ideologically and morally opposed to the idea of private beaches. Beautiful places should be available to everyone, not just the people who could pay for them. But she had to admit, it was pretty convenient to have a whole stretch of sand to yourself when you were going through some shit.

What the fuck had even happened yesterday? Where did that all come from? When she got in the shower with Florence she honestly wanted to conserve water. It was one of her passion projects, and she shared showers with her friends all the time in college. Sure, she should have asked first, but Steph figured her cousin wouldn’t mind. And, like, five seconds later she was on her knees licking Florence’s pussy. What the fuck?

And the club? Steph blushed at just the thought of it. Her fragmented memory had been coming back over the course of the morning, and the things she had done… Steph had definitely made out with her own mother, a lot. And she’d definitely let Aunt Gia and Aunt Melisa finger her pussy. Plus there was a vague memory of Aunt Kelly licking her ass. And then after they got home, with the cousins, it was all flashes of mouths and tongues and fingers.

Steph groaned with frustration, and more than a little desire. She took a deep breath and her tits popped out of her cut-off wife beater. Her next groan was pure frustration. What had compelled her to put on her sluttiest outfit this morning? She loved these shorts, but they were practically inside of her ass by this point. And the stupid shirt… It had been a joke gift from her roommate, an attempt to show just how insane Steph’s boobs were. She tugged the little scrap of fabric back over her nipples, where it stayed, barely.

She pulled her hat down over her eyes and resolved to listen to the waves for a while. But after a far too short moment of quiet, she heard footsteps. Steph popped her hat up just enough to look, and saw Aunt Kelly and Aunt Melisa walking down the path from the house with a little cooler. Steph pulled her hat back down, resolving to look like the least welcoming version of herself.

It didn’t work, and her aunts set their towels down on either side of her. “Hey, Steph, how are you feeling?”

“Fine.” If they were going to try and have a conversation, they were going to get the most monosyllabic conversation ever.

“That’s good,” Kelly said. “You did a bunch of shots last night, so I hope the hangover isn’t too bad.”

Steph’s blush deepened. The last thing she wanted to talk about was last night, especially with these two. “No. I’m good.”

“Well that’s good,” Melisa said. There were a pair of pops, cans opening, and the three of them sat in silence for a while.

“If you were hungover,” Kelly started, “I have a good solution.”

Steph’s head was still aching, a bit. “What?”

“You just need to cool down a bit.” The cooler opened and there was the sound of ice shaking about.

Steph gasped when the ice cube touched her belly. “Shit, Aunt Kelly!” But she couldn’t move much or her tits would pop right out.

“It’s ok, Steph, just let the ice work its magic.” Kelly rubbed the cube around Steph’s belly button and along the line of her abs. “You have such beautiful skin, and not a tan line on you. I don’t know how you do it.” Kelly moved the ice cube up, climbing the slope of Steph’s mountainous tits.

“I’d be one big freckle.” Melisa joined in now, running an ice cube across Steph’s shoulder and along her collarbone.

Steph was moaning and sighing under their attention. Kelly was right, it felt really good. It felt even better when she started circling Steph’s nipple with the ice, the melting water soaking into the thin fabric of Steph’s top. Melisa was running her ice up Steph’s neck, across her cheek, and then she took the final chip to Steph’s lips. She pursed her lips, letting the cold water coat them, soak into them. Steph opened her lips a little wider, and Melisa’s fingers slid into her mouth. She sucked on them, letting her tongue wind between them. When Melisa withdrew, her tongue went with them, draping over her lower lip with a pleading moan.

“Oh, I think she’s feeling better,” Melisa said with a sultry chuckle.

There were four hands on her now, four ice cubes. They had pushed up her top, exposing Steph’s stiff little nipples. The ice on her sensitive skin made it feel like her nipples were going to pop. But more important were the pair of hands heading south. She moaned wantonly as they hit the waistband of her shorts. But that barrier didn’t even slow them down. The ice slid over her mound, along her sensitive lips, until it was lost and forgotten somewhere in her ass. Kelly and Melisa’s fingers were on her, in her. A jumble of fingers was sliding across her lips, pressing on her clit, stroking her g-spot. Their mouths were on her nipples, their other hands were at her mouth as her tongue flailed wildly, licking and sucking at the offered digits. Steph came explosively, her back arching as a gush of nectar poured out of her cunt to soak into her shorts. They didn’t let up, holding her down as they worked climax after climax from her quaking body. Her shorts, and the towel under them, were sopping with her juices. After a while she didn’t have the energy to do anything but moan, quake whenever a new orgasm roared through her, and suckle weakly at Kelly’s offered thumb.

It took Steph a while to realize that they had stopped, but eventually she opened her eyes, smiling at the pleasurable sparkings that were traveling up and down her nerves.

Kelly and Melisa were smiling back at her. “I told you I had a hangover cure,” Kelly said.

When Drea got home the house was dead quiet, and seemingly empty. That suited her just fine. After a brief chat with her mother this morning, and agreeing to let Florence borrow a bikini, Drea had decided to take off. She needed to get away from everyone and process the night before.

There was a little boardwalk along the beach, not too far away. So she grabbed a bike out of the garage and rode down there. There was a cute little coffee shop, and the light was really nice, so she grabbed a latte and took a couple of shots for her Instagram. Her little black tennis dress wasn’t Drea’s idea of daring or fashionable, but she looked hot and that was what mattered. Then she found a nice bench and gave the night before some thought.

That had been something, for sure. Drea was no stranger to drugs, especially the designer ones that had names that were just random strings of numbers and letters. She was a rich kid, and had grown up with access to all the fun rich kid playthings. Molly was definitely involved, she had felt that familiar touch after drinking the first cocktail. But the rest? Who knew… whatever it was it stripped away every ounce of inhibition from the entire family. From the entire club, from what she could remember. The whole place had been one big fuck fest by the time they left.

Drea could feel how slick her thighs were. She looked around to make sure that there was nobody nearby, and then hiked her skirt up just a little until her bare ass was on the bench. She would rather leave a puddle than soak her skirt in pussy juice.

She thought hard about everything that had happened. The drinks, the dancing, the making out. Shit, she had fucked Florence in the bathroom. And the way her mom and her aunts had been crowded around Steph. Drea let out a little moan at the memory. Not that she had been any better. Steph had definitely climaxed around her fingers in the car ride back home. And after they got back to the house? Drea’s memory wasn’t great, but what she did remember was the taste of Steph’s pussy.

Her face was flushed, breath getting heavy. There was a steady dripping noise below her, Drea’s nectar running off the bench to stain the sand below. She needed to get home before she burst. The bike ride was not easy. She kept slipping off the slick seat, and the leather was pressing into her crotch in interesting ways. Drea made a note to clean it off later.

So the house was empty. “Hello,” she called out. No answer. Maybe they were out at the pool? Drea decided to step out onto the deck and see.

“Goddamn, Flor, you have the best fucking nipples.” Gia was pawing at Florence’s chest with one hand, the other holding up her niece’s leg so she could straddle her cunt. “Cynthia doesn’t even have them like this!” She wasn’t wrong. Florence’s nipples were easily an inch long, and as big around as her thumb. Gia reached for the squeeze bottle of coconut oil and squirted it all over Florence’s tits. Then she turned it and aimed it towards the place where their sloppy pussies were grinding together, working up a sticky mess of nectar, oil, and sunblock.

‘F-f-f-f-fuuuck, Aunt G-g-g-g-giiiiaaaa!” Florence came, again. She had lost track of how many times this was. Her brain was pretty much a hazy mush of incestuous lust at this point. Her tongue was hanging out, draped over her lower lip, and Gia turned the squirt bottle on it. Florence moaned as her mouth flooded with the flavor of coconut and let the oil drool out over her tongue and onto her chest. The pair of them were coated in oil, shiny, slippery, sticky with it.

Drea couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Even after the events of last night, watching her mother fuck her cousin was a pretty major shock. But she wasn’t about to look away. She simply bent over the railing, reached under her skirt, and began stroking her needy cunt. After the whole morning of thinking about the previous night, her cunt was practically gushing. Pussy juice was running down her legs, sticking in strings between her thighs, and dripping onto the deck with audible plops. She had to clamp her lips shut to stop herself from screaming when she touched her clit.

But that didn’t stop Drea from letting out a shocked little squeak when a hand touched her back.

She turned and saw Cynthia smiling at her. “Aunt Cynthia! It’s not–”

Cynthia put a finger to her lips, and then looked down at Gia and Florence. “Shh, don’t interrupt. Your mother was always so good at that. She can make me cum buckets.” Cynthia put her finger under Drea’s chin and guided her into a passionate kiss.

“Wha–” Drea tried to ask when they broke apart. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about that, let’s just focus on you.” Cynthia reached down and pulled Drea’s skirt up over her ass. Her hand drifted down, until it rested between Drea’s thighs. “My god, Drea. Speaking of cumming buckets. How have you not passed out from dehydration?”

“I don’t… Mmmm,” Drea’s hand sped up on her clit. “Fuck it.” She grabbed Cynthia and pulled her back down into a kiss, her hand a blur on her pussy. Cynthia easily slid a pair of fingers into Drea’s sopping cunt, and the younger woman moaned into her mouth. She pressed right on Drea’s swollen g-spot, the slightly rougher texture a target for her fingers that couldn’t be ignored. Drea came, girlcum fountaining out of her, gush after gush of it splattering onto the wood of the deck until it looked like someone had dumped a pail of water below her. Drea was sobbing into Cynthia’s mouth. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Until all she could do was hold onto her aunt’s shoulders and let the full body shakes roll through her.

“That’s a good girl. Let it all out,” Cynthia said soothingly. She stroked Drea’s face as the girl let out a few more ragged sobs. She slowly turned Drea around until she was facing away from her mother. “Let’s make everything all better.” Cynthia squatted down in front of Drea, pushing her dress up her hips.

“Oh shit, Aunt Cynthiaaaaaa!” Drea trailed off in a ragged moan as Cynthia dragged her tongue up Drea’s cleft.

“Mmmm, Drea. You taste so good.” Cynthia smiled up at her. Girlcum was already dripping from her chin. “I’m gonna get addicted to you.” She dove back in, parting Drea’s lips with her tongue, letting her mouth massage Drea’s mound, her labia, her clit. When she locked around Drea’s clit a river of nectar poured out of her, soaking into Cynthia’s shirt. Drea moaned, any sense of decorum going, and grabbed the back of Cynthia’s head with both hands. Cynthia moaned into Drea’s cunt, her tongue spearing out to slide across her clit and slip between her lips. Cynthia grabbed Drea’s ass for balance and pushed two fingers into her, stroking across her g-spot again and again. Drea was dripping, squirting, gushing, a seemingly never ending river of sticky lust pouring out of her at Cynthia’s slightest move. But that wasn’t even the grand finale. When it finally came, Drea bent nearly double over Cynthia, a strangled groan all she could let out as her core flexed. A drop of drool fell from her lower lip to splat onto her aunt’s head. Her cunt exploded, gush after gush of nectar pouring from her. Cynthia tried her best to swallow, but she was overwhelmed, and she fell back with a gasp. She settled for opening her mouth, tongue draped out, as a rain of girlcum cascaded over her.

It took Drea a while to come back to herself. She had squeezed her eyes shut when she came, her ears were ringing, and her ragged breath was the only thing she could hear. But when her vision finally cleared, she let out a low moan at what she saw. Cynthia was kneeling on the deck, licking her hand clean. She looked like she had been in a wet t-shirt contest, hair matted down, her translucent shirt pasted to her skin. She grinned wickedly up at her niece.

“My turn.”

“Oh, that’s it baby! Eat my fucking asshole!” Gia was bent over, holding onto the deckchair. Florence squatted behind her, the girl’s tongue burrowing into her ring. Gia looked up at the deck, and saw Cynthia in a similar position. She could just make out Drea’s silhouette through the bars of the railing, squatting down behind her aunt, face buried between her thighs. The sisters shared a wave and a wink, before going back to their pleasure.

“Oh my god! Oh my fucking gggggggooooood!” Steph pulled her face from between Kelly’s thighs and screamed her orgasm into the sky. She was sixty-nined with her aunt, Kelly’s lips and tongue latched tight to her pussy. But Melisa was back there too, her slick muscle swiping and burrowing at Steph’s asshole. They were working a seemingly never ending series of climaxes out of her shivering body. Steph was trying to reciprocate, but it seemed like she was cumming three times for every orgasm she could coax from Kelly’s dripping cunt. Licking, sucking, fingering, even lightly slapping Kelly’s clit. A girl in college, one of her first tastes of pussy, had loved that one. Kelly did too, gushing the first time Steph did it. But if they were keeping score, Steph was way behind.

She fell further back when Melisa, finally giving in to Steph’s increasingly desperate pleas, pushed her middle finger into the girls ring. Steph groaned into Kelly’s pussy, a deep and low sound that originated in her chest. Her entire body convulsed. Sticky lust drooled out of her cunt to coat Kelly’s face. Her hips twitched, involuntarily seeking even deeper penetration. Steph’s breath caught, vision narrowing, as her entire world narrowed down to the singular point of pleasure.

When she finally came back to the world, Steph was laid out on her towel, her head in Kelly’s lap. Melisa was at her side, one hand between Steph’s thighs gently massaging her cunt. “Ohhhh, wow,” Steph moaned. “That was… wow…”

“There she is,” Melisa said with a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Perfect.” She sighed as Melisa’s fingers slid into her for a second. “Ooh, sensitive too.”

“Why don’t you give the girl a break, Mel?” Kelly had her fingers on Steph’s temples, rubbing in little circles. “We might want to get back anyway. Everyone is probably wondering where we went.”

Melisa was sucking her fingers clean. “Yeah, you’re probably right. We’ve been in the sun a while anyway. Time for a break.”

Getting Steph dressed for the walk back to the house proved to be a bit of a challenge. Her shorts were soaked in pussy juice, and pulling the wet fabric up over her hips was a job for all three of them. But after a fair amount of tugging, and more than a little giggling, they made her decent. Or decent enough, anyway.

The house was quiet when they got back. But then Florence came out of one of the bathrooms wearing a fluffy robe, her hair wrapped up in a towel.

“Oh, hey guys. How was the beach?”

“It was great,” Kelly said, looking at her wife with a smile. “Just the thing to cure a hangover. Right, Steph?”

“Uh, yeah, for sure.” Steph blushed a little. “Where is everyone?”

Florence gestured back towards the bedroom the cousins shared. “Drea is taking a nap. I’m not sure where your mom and Aunt Gia went. Probably to their rooms though.”

A nap sounded wonderful to Steph. “I think I might go join Drea and try to get some rest.”

Florence and her moms watched Steph go, waiting for the door to close behind her. Florence undid the robe, pushing it off her shoulders, and pulled the towel from her hair. “Hey you two.” Nude, she stepped forward and kissed first Kelly, and then Melisa. “What have you guys been up to?” She licked her lips, savoring the taste of pussy.

“Why don’t we tell you in our room?” Melisa asked, grabbing her daughter’s hand.

Steph was exhausted in the best possible way, the sun and the exertion of too many orgasms to count had left her drained. The bedroom was dark and cool, and the shape of another person was too inviting to resist. Drea was sprawled out in bed, her wet hair splayed across the pillow. She had mostly kicked the sheet off in her sleep, her body on display. Steph pulled off her clothes, her soaked shorts hitting the floor with a splat, and slid onto the bed next to her cousin.

Drea stirred in her sleep, turning to plant a light kiss on Stephs neck before snuggling up to her. “Mmm, you’re warm.”

“I was out in the sun,” Steph said, reaching around Drea to hold her shoulders.

“That’s nice,” Drea said sleepily. “Steph?”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“Did we take it too far last night?” Drea looked up at her in concern.

“What? No, I don’t think so. I liked it.” Steph patted her head. “What I can remember, anyway.”

“Ha, good.” Drea smiled “I remember eating your pussy. You tasted really good.” Her hand slipped between her thighs, gently rubbing her slick lips.

“Ahhh, yeah. You definitely did.” Steph ran a finger down her cleft, and then started making little circles around her clit. “Florence rode your face while I licked you too.”

“Ooohhh, fuck,” Drea moaned. “I forgot about that. She’s so hot.”

“Fuck yeah she is,” Steph agreed with a breathy sigh. “Oh, god. I ate your asshole.”

“Mmm, I ate yours too.” Drea sped up working out more wet little noises from between her thighs.

“Should we–?”

“Shut up!” Drea moaned in frustration. “I mean don’t shut up. Keep talking about last night.”

“Oh, okay.” Steph pushed a pair of fingers into her cunt. “I loved sucking on Flor’s nipples.”

“Mmmm, yeah. That was awesome.”

“Oh, fuck you two, fucking eat me!” Florence threw her head back as the orgasm rolled through her.

The three of them had barely made it into her mother’s bedroom before they pounced on each other. Kelly and Melisa had taken a bare moment to strip off their bikinis before kneeling on either side of their daughter. Kelly was sucking on Florence’s fat clit, making the occasional trip down to slide her tongue up Flor’s slick cleft. Melisa was assaulting her asshole, tongue licking and probing. Florence has a hand on each of their heads, holding them between her thighs.

Her eyes were screwed shut from the pleasure, so it was a surprise when someone caressed her nipples. She found Cynthia smiling at her.

“You weren’t going to have all this fun without us, were you?” Her aunt grinned wickedly.

A kiss on her shoulder made Florence turn, only to find Gia standing there. “She wouldn’t do that to us, I’m sure.”

“Oh, fuck,” Florence moaned.

Steph and Drea moaned into each other’s mouths, recollections of the night before set aside as they stroked and fingered their steaming cunts. Steph had reached out with her free hand to maul one of Drea’s tits, but Drea grabbed her wrist, guiding Steph’s hand between her thighs instead.

“Holy shit, Drea. You’re fucking soaked,” Steph said with a whispered moan.

“Do you like it?” Drea groaned as Steph’s fingers slid over her clit.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

“Good. My ex said I got too wet, too messy.”

“Well fuck him.” Steph slid a pair of fingers into Drea’s cunt and was rewarded with a splash of nectar up her forearm. “Cause this is crazy hot.”

“Her.”

“What?”

“My ex is a girl,” Drea said with a shrug.

“Oh. Well fuck her then. She’s a moron.” Steph rolled over to find a better angle on Drea’s pussy. “Now squirt for me.” She dragged her fingers over Drea’s g-spot, the desperately swollen tissue a perfect target. Steph leaned forward again as she pounded Drea’s cunt, heer lips seeking Drea’s mouth, and they kissed as Drea moaned into her. Her cousin’s cunt was splashing away from each thrust, thick strands of nectar stretching from her palm to Drea’s lips.

Drea broke their kiss as she came, eyes rolling back as she arched her torso off the bed. “Fuuuuuuck!” She moaned, her spasming cunt sucking on Steph’s fingers for a moment until she finally released. A thick blast of girlcum sprayed around Steph’s palm. Again and again, as Steph continued to stroke her fingers over Drea’s g-spot. Until Drea finally had to push her away, curling up into a little ball as the final tremors rolled through her. When she finally recovered she turned back to Steph, moaning at the sight.

Steph was dragging her tongue up her nectar coated forearm, savoring Drea’s taste. There was a lot to go around, she was splattered in Drea, girlcum streaked across her belly, even drawing lines across the underside of her tits. Steph saw Drea’s look and grinned. She reached her slick hand out and presented it to Drea’s lips. “Here, we can share.”

“That’s it, baby, eat mommy’s pussy!”

Florence had found herself in quite the predicament. The four older women had taken complete control of the situation. Cynthia was under her, licking and sucking at Florence’s dripping cunt. Melisa was eating Cynthia out in turn. And Kelly was standing over all three of them, pulling Florence up into her own pussy. Gia was… Florence had lost track of Gia.

Until something thick and rubbery tapped against her cheek. Florence looked up, and moaned at the sight of Gia standing at her side, wearing a very thick, very long, strap on dildo.

“I made sure the house was well stocked with toys for your visit.” Gia was rubbing coconut oil into the thick faux-cock. “Now, where should I put this?”

“Oh, fuck,” Florence moaned. “Wherever you want!”

“Oh, wherever?” Gia made her way behind Florence. “In that case, I think I’ll take care of this little hole back here.”

Florence came, hard, as the strap-on pushed into her asshole. But none of the other women were willing to let up, and Kelly quickly guided her back onto her cunt.

When Florence eventually made it back to her room, Steph and Drea were genuinely napping, spooned together and curled around the wet spot in Drea’s sheets. They both looked up sleepily as Florence came.

“Hey guys,” Florence mumbled. “Imma take a quick shower.”

“Didn’t you already take a shower today?” Steph asked.

“Uh, yeah. It’s vacation, I can take a bunch of showers if I need to.” Florence looked a little sheepish. “You guys want to join me?”

Drea and Steph looked at each other and shrugged. “Alright. But just a shower. I’m too tired for any funny business,” Steph said.

“Deal.”

Dinners on vacation were a collaborative affair, with everyone pitching in to do their part. Tonight’s meal was grilled mahi with a mango salsa, a nice salad, and rice pilaf. The deck was the perfect place to eat, drink a bottle of wine, and enjoy the evening.

Florence, who had the ability to burn a pot of boiling water, pitched in by doing the dishes. She found cleaning to be a soothing activity, and she liked a moment to herself. After the events of the day she was feeling twitchy and sensitive. Her shower with Steph and Drea had been tough. They hadn’t done anything, but three soapy bodies squeezing under the water and rubbing together had sent pleasurable jolts up her frazzled nerves, and she was still getting over it.

“Hey Flor.” Cynthia came in from the deck to grab another bottle of wine. “How are you doing?”

“Good Aunt Cynthia,” Florence said, scrubbing a bit of stuck rice off the pot.

“Nobody loves doing the dishes, I know.” Cynthia was rummaging in the fridge, until she came up with a bottle of white. “But we appreciate it.”

“I don’t mind.”

“As long as you’re good with it.” Cynthia slid up to Florence’s flank. She gave her niece’s ass a quick grope, and then pulled up her short sundress. Cynthia applied light pressure to Florence’s asshole with two fingers.

“Aunt Cynthia, what are you d–” Florence had to clamp her lips shut to shop from screaming as Cynthia pushed both fingers into her ass. Her knees knocked together, and her pussy let out a gush of nectar that splattered on the kitchen floor. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned quietly.

“Goddamn, Flor, I could tell you were a buttslut by the way you came on Gia’s strap-on. But I didn’t think you would cum like that.” Cynthia pushed her fingers even deeper into Florence, and was rewarded with a fountain of girlcum. Florence had to grip the counter to stop herself from falling over. “You’re lucky, most women can’t cum just from anal play.” Cynthia withdrew her fingers, leaving Florence’s ass gaped slightly. “Have fun cleaning up.” She headed back out to the deck.

“Your grandparents were wonderful people, and fantastic parents. But they had full and busy lives.” Gia looked at her sisters who nodded in agreement. “So we were on our own a lot.”

“Especially once I got old enough to babysit!” Cynthia said with a laugh.

The evening had segued into storytime, with the parents mostly talking about the good old days. But nobody minded a bit of reminiscing.

“Melisa and Kelly had been friends since kindergarten, and she was always around, so it was just like having another sister,” Gia said. “We were a little gang.”

“I didn’t exactly have the best home life,” Melisa said matter of factly. “So your parents pretty much took me in.”

Florence had never known any of her grandparents. Kelly’s mother and father had died in a car accident before she was born. And she had no idea if Melisa’s parents were even alive. Her mother had cut them off as soon as she turned eighteen. There had been a time when that made her sad. But her aunts and cousins were enough family for her these days.

“We even took Melisa with us to the beach every summer,” Kelly said. She took her wife’s hand and looked at her fondly. “Those were the best summers, the four of us running around in the sun, causing trouble.”

“That’s why I wanted to buy this house so much,” Gia said. “I wanted to get that tradition going again.”

“So how did you two know?” Drea asked. She saw their confusion. “I mean, you were friends. How did you know there was something more there?”

“Oh, I can answer that one,” Cynthia said. “We got it in our head that we would play spin-the-bottle.”

“Except we didn’t know any boys, so it was just us,” Gia chimed in with a giggle.”

“Exactly. But we thought we might some day, and we figured we should practice kissing.” Cynthia was smiling at the memory. They all were. “And we made Melisa spin first since she wasn’t related to any of us. To break the ice, I guess. She landed on Kelly, and that was all she wrote.”

Kelly and Melisa were smiling at each other, their love clear for all to see. “I already had the worst crush,” Melisa said. “But I was afraid to say anything. So thank you to random chance for forcing me to kiss you.”

“I would have made you kiss me by the end of the summer anyway,” Kelly said with a smile.

“So, wait, you didn’t kiss my mom or Aunt Gia?” Steph asked.

“Ha! Of course I did!” Melisa had the biggest grin. “We played spin the bottle almost every night. I kissed the shit out of all three of them.”

“That’s not the worst idea, you know.” Cynthia lifted up an empty wine bottle. “We could have a little fun tonight too.” Nobody immediately objected, so she set the bottle on the table in front of them. “You first, Melisa. Tradition is tradition, after all.”

Melisa rolled her eyes, but reached out for the bottle anyway. She gave it a good spin, and they all watched eagerly to see where it landed. “Alright, Gia, it’s your lucky night.”

“Damn right it is,” Gia said, leaning over to make out with Melisa. It was a passionate kiss, with plenty of tongue, and both women looked a little out of breath when they broke apart. “My turn.” The bottle spun and spun, until it stopped and pointed right at Steph.

“Oh, I–” Steph started to speak, but Gia cut her off and planted her lips on Steph’s mouth. Steph didn’t exactly protest much, and the make out went on for a while before they split. Steph was a little shell shocked after, and it took her a moment to make her spin.

The bottle stopped right on Cynthia.

The building erotic tension in the group ratcheted up another notch. Everyone knew that Steph and Cynthia had made out at the club, but tonight they were mostly sober. Steph looked hesitant, but Cynthia simply stood, walked over to her daughter, straddled her lap, and cupped her face. “Don’t worry baby, I have this.” It wasn’t long before the two of them were moaning passionately into each other, mother and daughter swapping spit, tongues dueling for control. Steph reached around to grope Cynthia’s ass, squeezing her flesh through her shorts. The rest of them could only watch in silent appreciation.

“Uh, Cynthia,” Kelly said after a while. “It’s your spin.”

Cynthia looked up from her daughter, the two of them wearing expressions of pure lust. “Pass. I have my partner for the evening, and I’m keeping her.” She bent back down to Steph’s lips.

“Okay then. Gia, back to you.”

“I don’t mind. Round and round she goes. Woo! Flor, get over here and give your aunt a smooch.”