I pull into the driveway and step inside. The house is quiet except for the low drone of the TV. Big sister is passed out in her room, still leaking from earlier. Mom is sprawled naked on the sofa, thighs already parted, pussy glistening and dripping onto the cushions the second she sees me.
"Welcome home, honey," she purrs, spreading herself wider in invitation.
I strip in the hallway, drop my clothes in a trail, and slide between her legs. The moment our bodies meet, my chest crushes against her heavy, milk-swollen breasts; my cock rests right against her soaked entrance, mixing the MILF's cum from the theater with everything already inside her. The sofa is instantly ruined (wet, warm, and smelling like pure sex).
I look into her lust-drunk eyes.
"Mom… you're absolutely soaked."
"I've been horny all day watching you destroy your sister's pussy," she whispers, guiding my mouth to one leaking nipple. Warm, sweet milk floods my tongue the instant I latch on. I drink greedily, swallowing in rhythmic pulls that make her moan and clench around nothing.
I pull back just long enough to ask, voice rough, "You're pregnant?"
She nods, biting her lip. "My boss. Business trip last month. I seduced him, begged him to fuck me raw every single night. He proposed. We're getting married next month. He's a billionaire. After you graduate, you and your sister will move into the villa with us. Top-floor office waiting for you, baby."
I line my cock up and sink into her in one slow, possessive thrust. She throws her head back and screams, milk spurting from both nipples in thin, creamy arcs that paint my chest and her chin.
"Thank you, Mom," I groan, bottoming out.
"Don't thank me," she laughs breathlessly, locking her legs high around my waist and yanking me deeper. "Just keep fucking Mommy like this every day."
I start moving (long, unhurried strokes that drag every inch through her flooded channel, then slam back in until my balls slap her ass with a wet, filthy smack). Each thrust forces another jet of milk from her breasts; I catch it on my tongue, swallow, let it drip down my chin and mix with the sweat rolling between us.
The living room disappears. There is only heat, wetness, and the obscene symphony of skin on skin. Her walls flutter and squeeze, swollen from pregnancy and hours of aching need. The scent is overwhelming: warm milk, her familiar musk, the faint metallic edge of new life already growing inside her.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and drive in harder. The angle makes her eyes roll back, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
"Aaa—aaa—holy shit, you're in my womb—!"
I growl against her breast, biting down gently on the nipple, sucking hard as I pound into her with everything I have. Milk sprays in rhythmic pulses, painting us both. The sofa creaks dangerously beneath us.
"Cum with me," I rasp, voice raw from milk and lust. "Cum on your son's cock while he fills the woman who's about to be a billionaire's wife."
That breaks her.
She screams my name, whole body seizing, pussy clamping down so hard it almost hurts. A fresh gush of her juices squirts around my cock, soaking my balls and the cushions. The sight and feel of her shattering drags me over the edge; I slam in one last time and explode, thick, endless ropes flooding her already-pregnant womb until it's leaking out around my shaft in creamy streams.
We stay locked together, trembling, breathing each other's air. Milk still drips lazily from her nipples; cum still oozes from where we're joined. I lower her leg gently, collapse on top of her, and we lie there in the wreckage (sticky, spent, perfect).
After a long moment she strokes my hair, voice soft and sated.
"Go shower, baby. Mommy's keeping every drop right where it belongs tonight."
I kiss the last bead of milk from her breast, slide out slowly (watching my cum pour from her swollen, well-fucked pussy in a thick river), and head upstairs, legs shaking from how thoroughly I just claimed the woman who will soon wear another man's ring… yet will still spread her legs for me every single night, forever
In the master suite of the penthouse, the billionaire boss has his nineteen-year-old biological daughter pinned beneath him on silk sheets that cost more than most cars.
She's spread wide, knees pushed almost to her shoulders, ankles locked behind his back as he drives into her with slow, punishing strokes. Every time he bottoms out, his heavy balls slap her ass with a wet, lewd smack that echoes through the room. Their mouths are fused together (tongues sliding, swapping thick strands of saliva, moaning into each other like they're starving). Drool leaks from the corners of her lips, runs down her chin, and drips onto her bouncing breasts.
"AAA—AA—yes, yes, Daddy—fuck me—fuck your little girl's pussy—make me cum—!"
He growls against her lips, hips snapping harder, the bedframe slamming against the wall in perfect rhythm. Her pussy is obscenely wet; every thrust forces out a fresh gush of creamy arousal that coats his shaft and splatters across his lower stomach. The air is thick with the scent of her juices and his sweat.
She claws at his back, nails leaving red trails. "Deeper—please—I want to feel you in my stomach—!"
He shifts his angle, drives in even deeper, and she screams, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out as the first orgasm crashes through her. Her walls clamp down so hard he has to fight to keep moving, but he does (relentless, stretching her open again and again while she squirts in hot pulses around his cock).
Minutes blur into one long, filthy crescendo. When he finally cums, it's with a guttural roar: he buries himself to the hilt and unloads, thick, endless ropes flooding her womb until it overflows, creamy white leaking out around his pulsing shaft and soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
They stay locked together, panting, kissing lazily as the aftershocks ripple through them. When he finally pulls out, a torrent of their mixed cum follows, pooling between her thighs in a sticky mess.
She sits up on shaky legs, still dripping, and watches him dress.
He buttons his shirt casually. "I'm marrying another woman next month. She's probably already carrying my child. She has two kids—a son and a daughter."
The daughter licks her lips, fingers drifting to her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles as fresh arousal drips onto the floor.
"A brother…" she whispers, voice breaking with sudden, desperate lust. "I'm going to have a big brother with a cock just like yours… maybe bigger… maybe he'll fuck me for hours…"
She's already panting again, thighs trembling.
He smirks, zips up. "Meeting in twenty. Behave."
The door clicks shut behind him.
She collapses back onto the ruined bed, fingers plunging into her leaking pussy, moaning to the empty room:
"Brother… brother… next month… I'm already soaked for you…"
Within minutes she's screaming through another orgasm, squirting across the sheets, passed out cold with two fingers still buried inside herself and his cum still oozing from her well-fucked hole, dreaming of the stepbrother she hasn't even met yet.
The video call connects.
On screen, the older sister is on all fours in some hotel room, getting railed hard from behind by a random gym-bro type. The camera shakes with every thrust; wet slaps and her broken moans fill the speakers.
Older sister (panting, hair stuck to her face):
"Hey, little sis… how's Daddy's cock treating you today?"
Younger sister (still naked on the ruined penthouse bed, cum leaking between her thighs):
"Big news… Daddy's marrying another woman next month. She's already pregnant. That means… we're getting a brother."
The second the word "brother" leaves her mouth, the older sister's eyes go wide. Her whole body locks up; she screams into the pillow, pussy visibly spasming as she squirts in a violent arc that soaks the guy's jeans and the carpet beneath them.
Random guy (startled, pulling out):
"What the fuck—?!"
He grabs his clothes and bolts, door slamming behind him.
Older sister collapses forward, trembling, cum and squirt dripping off her chin. She finally catches her breath and looks back at the screen, eyes glowing with the exact same heart-shaped obsession.
Older sister (voice hoarse):
"Is that true? We're really getting a brother?"
Younger sister nods frantically, already rubbing her clit again.
"Yes… and I'm already so wet for him…"
Both sisters moan in unison, staring at each other through the phone, fingers moving faster.
Older sister: "I can't wait… I need him inside me the second he walks through the door…"
Younger sister: "Same… we'll share him, right?"
They both nod, lost in the fantasy, and the call ends with both of them still touching themselves, whispering "brother… brother…" like a prayer until they pass out in their separate beds, dripping and dreaming of the same cock they haven't even met yet.
The billionaire's phone buzzes on the nightstand.
He answers with a lazy smirk. "Hey, honey. What's up?"
His wife's voice comes through, low and dripping with satisfaction:
"I met our new stepson today… and let's just say he's perfect."
He raises an eyebrow. "Already?"
"Twice," she purrs. "I told him your cock was tiny and you finish in thirty seconds. Then I climbed on his lap in the back row of the theater and let him fill me up while the credits rolled."
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest.
"My cock is tiny, huh? Short duration?"
"Exactly," she teases. "So tonight, husband… you're going to fuck me until I forget I ever said that. Until I can't remember any cock but yours."
He's already hard, loosening his tie with one hand.
"Bring it on, baby. I'm going to ruin that pretty pussy so thoroughly you'll be leaking me for a week. Be ready when I get home."
She laughs, breath hitching with anticipation.
"I was born ready."
They both hang up at the same time, grinning like predators.
The night ahead is going to be a war of orgasms, and neither of them plans on losing.
I wake up rock-hard, the usual morning ache throbbing between my legs. On my way to the shower I pass the laundry basket in the hallway. Mom's and big sis's clothes are piled on top, still warm from last night.
I fish out Mom's black lace panties first (completely soaked, the crotch stiff with dried cum and fresh wetness). I press the slick fabric against my cock, rubbing slow circles, letting my pre-cum mix with hers. The scent hits me like a drug.
Then I grab big sister's pink cotton pair (still carrying her sweet, musky smell). I bury my face in them, inhaling deep while I stroke faster, the soaked lace of Mom's panties gliding over my shaft.
It doesn't take long. A few minutes of that perfect, filthy combination (Mom's juices slicking me up, big sis's scent filling my lungs) and I'm groaning into the cotton, shooting thick ropes all over Mom's already-ruined panties.
Satisfied, I drop both pairs back into the basket exactly as I found them (now even messier), and step into the shower with a grin, letting the hot water wash away the evidence… knowing they'll both notice later and smile when they do.