“You should have been standing where I was,” came Caroline’s voice. Carl looked back over his shoulder, grinning at his sister who stood in the doorway, a t-shirt not quite covering her pussy, Carl’s baseball bat in her hand. She looked down, following their eyes and shrugged. “I heard a scream, it could have been anything.” She grinned, embarrassed.
Carl eased himself from Judy and she sat up. “So you came down to see what it was? I’m proud of you, baby.”
“Do I get a reward? When is it my turn?”
Judy laughed, rich, deep, amused. “I think you might just have to wait until Carl recovers.” She laughed again. “I can recommend his video for stimulus!”
Caroline laughed. “Sounds like fun, and he still owes me slave time.”
“Come and sit down, sweetheart,” said Judy. “Let’s you and me think of what to get him to do.”
Judy got up from the floor and sat on the couch and Carl collapsed beside her, still breathing heavily. Caroline gazed at the two of them for a moment, then stripped off her t-shirt, throwing it aside.
“You guys are naked, so why not me?”
“Why not? It’s still National Nude Day, at least for the next hour and twenty minutes or so.” Judy smiled up at her daughter. “Here, honey, sit down.”
Caroline flopped down beside Judy, who leaned across and kissed her cheek.
“I’m a little embarrassed at being caught fucking Carl,” she said, “especially when I told you ‘no way’, earlier.”
“So why did you?” said Caroline.
“Because I’m irresistible,” said Carl with a grin.
Judy smiled at her son. “Because I couldn’t get the thought of your prick out of my head.” She frowned. “It shouldn’t have happened, but I can’t say it will never happen again, because, frankly, it was marvellous.” Judy giggled suddenly. “Your porn film might just have tipped the balance.”
Caroline grinned. “I told you he felt good,” she said.
“You did, sweetheart, indeed you did, and you were right.”
“Does that mean I can fuck him? You never did answer me before, not directly.”
Judy smiled sadly at her daughter. “Sweetheart, how can I forbid you after I’ve just fucked him myself?”
“I guess not.” There was a pause, silence from all of them, but it was a relaxed silence, not a strained one. Caroline broke it. “Mom?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?”
Judy glanced sideways at her daughter. “Was Carl fucking me when you came down?”
“Yeah, he was.”
“You should have been a little earlier, you’d have seen Carl eating me, so the answer’s yes, I have had my pussy eaten.”
Caroline made a face. “I haven’t. Jimmy doesn’t like it.” She laughed softly. “There are compensations, he has a lovely prick.”
“Jimmy’s a fool,” said Carl. “Pussy eating is great.”
“So is cock-sucking,” said Judy. “Have you tried that yet?”
“No, I haven’t. I take it I missed that, too?”
Judy laughed. “Yes, honey, I’m afraid you did. Never mind.” She reached out and squeezed Caroline’s hand. “There’s a slave here who owes you an hour of slave time. Have you decided what you want him to do yet?”
Caroline shook her head. “Not yet.”
“Open to suggestion?”
“Of course, Mom. Did you have anything particular in mind?”
“Something possible, I hope,” said Carl. “I’m not Superman.”
“No, I guess you’re not, baby, but you were when it mattered, before.” Judy grinned. “I told you. It’s the best sex I ever had.”
“Thanks, Mom,” said Carl.
Judy turned to Caroline. “I was going to suggest that you get the slave to eat your pussy. I think asking Carl to fuck you as well might be asking too much right now, but I’m sure he’ll be ready to go in the morning, won’t you, son?”
“I guess,” said Carl. He grinned. “I’d do that anyhow, sis, you don’t need to waste my slave time!”
“Generous of you. Thanks. What about the pussy-eating? Is that free?” Caroline giggled. “Heck, listen to me!”
Carl chuckled. “Maybe. It might depend on what you actually have, or had, in mind for me, before Mom’s suggestion.”
Caroline shrugged, and Carl watched the bounce of her tits with appreciation. “I hadn’t really thought it through,” she said. “I mean, earlier, I had visions of ordering you to try to fuck Mom, but I realised that I can’t impose that sort of thing on anyone.”
“True, baby,” said Judy, “but you did get me thinking about it, and look what happened.”
Caroline laughed. “Yeah, there’s that.” She frowned. “Mom?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Was Carl fucking you a once-only thing?”
Judy grimaced. “I thought so, before it happened, but it was so damned good I just don’t know. Why do you ask?”
“I thought of ordering our slave – ”
“Our slave?”
“Yes, Mom, our slave. I thought I’d give you equal rights.”
“Hey,” said Carl, “don’t I get a say in this?”
“Hush, dear,” said Judy. “You were saying, baby?”
Caroline grinned. “I thought maybe, if we all piled into your bed, Carl could eat us both, and then maybe, in the morning, he could fuck me.”
“Fuck you? With me there?” There was a strange note in Judy’s voice.
Caroline shrugged, a slight flush on her face. “Why not?” She grinned. “I don’t know about you, but it makes me excited.”
“And me,” said Carl.
Judy stared at Caroline for a long moment. His mom’s nipples were erect, Carl realised. Judy swallowed. “Okay,” she whispered. She stood. “Now, before I get cold feet and change my mind.”
In Judy’s bedroom there was a sudden awkward pause. “How are we going to do this?” she said softly.
“Mom, you and Caroline lie on the bed. I’ll practise my pussy-eating skills on Caroline, and you just do whatever feels good to you. Soon as I’ve eaten sis, then I’ll come back to you. Okay?” said Carl.
The women stared at Carl for a long moment, and then turned to each other. Caroline held out her hands to her mother, squeezing Judy’s fingers. “Sounds like a plan to me, Mom.”
Judy smiled faintly and lay back on the bed, scooting across to make room for Caroline and propping herself up on one elbow. Caroline grinned at her and lay down beside her mother, spreading her legs and smiling at Carl. “Okay, Carl. Show me how good you are.”
“He is good, baby,” said Judy, reaching out and squeezing her daughter’s hand.
Carl lay down and got himself comfortable between Caroline’s legs. She watched him with interest as he positioned himself. He grinned up at her. “Just testing the range,” he said, extending his tongue and taking a swipe up Caroline’s slit. She jumped, giggling. Carl wiggled his eyebrows at her, then shuffled forward an inch or two on his elbows and extended his tongue again. Perfect. He glanced up. Caroline was holding her mom’s free hand, fingers entwined.