Saga of Littown Ch. 11

Cum burst out of Karen's ass in a constant fountain as she was simply unable to hold her butt closer any longer. Alyssa shot out of her mother's ass in the sudden deluge, followed closely by Emily. The girls slid across the lawn and finally stopped when they hit the fence.

"There, that got them out," Jaime said.

He finished up inside Karen, which involved his cum running through her as fast as it could be pumped in. The spray from her ass kept knocking Alyssa and Emily down as they tried to stand up on the slippery lawn and make their way back.

Jaime was finally spent, and the cum fountain slowed down as Karen deflated and was more or less emptied out. Half the yard was a gooey swamp by that point, and the girls nearly drowned a few times before they got back to safer ground.

"That was so awesome!" Emily said. "It was like a sweet water slide, only with cum instead of water."

"And my mom's ass instead of a slide," Alyssa added.

"Can we go again?" Emily asked. "Pleeease?"

Her features were totally obscured by dripping sperm, so her pleading puppy eyes didn't have the same effect they usually did. However, she still had Jaime wrapped around her finger sufficiently that he couldn't say no.

"Alright," he said. "But just one more ride. Then we really have to go get cleaned up before Mom wonders where we are."

Emily clapped excitedly. "Thanks, bro. You're the best."

She gave Jaime a big hug and kiss, which were both a little too gooey for his taste. Then she and Alyssa clambered back inside Karen for round two.

It took a while to set up, since the whole plan was based around getting Jaime off another two times after he'd already cum twice. Luckily, having three beautiful sluts all working his shaft in perfect synchronization helped the process alone nicely.

Karen's ass remained as snug and cuddly a cock toy as ever, while Emily and Alyssa dedicatedly used all the tools at their disposal from within. Tongues, pussies, boobies, hands, buttholes, and even their feet, which Jaime thought was weird, but hey, some people enjoy that sort of thing.

Once he came again and filled Karen's bum up with the primer load, Jaime once again fucked her face so he could cum down her throat. He made sure to ask politely beforehand, of course. Even though she'd said yes last time, it was important to always get consent and treat women with respect. In hindsight, he probably should have asked before using her body as an anal cum ride in the first place, but he couldn't be expected to think of everything.

Jaime unloaded in Karen again, and again the girls went flying in a fit of joyful shrieking and giggling. They raced back to him, or rather slid and tripped their way back as rapidly as they could manage. They and the lawn were goopier than ever.

"Again! Again!" Emily cried, with Alyssa firmly concurring at her side.

"I said-"

"Pleeease," the girls chorused.

"Fine," Jaime said. "Once more."

In fact, it was several more rounds before they finally stopped. The girls were having too much fun to quit, and they were adamant in taking another ride, then another. Every fresh cum explosion from Alyssa's mom's butt was an undiminished thrill for them.

They only gave in and called it quits when Jaime simply couldn't cum anymore. He'd actually gone soft, which was distressing for everyone involved, even though it was fully understandable. There were only so many Pacific Oceans worth of cum a boy could be expected to produce in one afternoon.

Not that Emily and Alyssa didn't try their best. They licked, sucked, and stroked Jaime's poor, abused cock to try and coax some more life into it. They rubbed their cummy boobies on it, and Emily made a valiant effort at stuffing it into her pussy, all to no avail.

"Sorry, Em," Jaime said. "I promise you're still the sexiest girl ever, even in your spooky ghost costume, but that was too many times all at once. I can't fuck at all right now."

Emily pouted, though no one could tell through all the cum dripping down her face. "I guess it's ok. We had our fun." She brightened. "And we could maybe try again tomorrow or something. Thanks for doing as much as you could, anyway. It was very sweet of you to fuck and cum inside Alyssa's mom so many times just to make us happy."

"Yeah," Alyssa agreed. "Thanks for using my mom like a cum storage unit and amusement park ride. Very noble and generous of you."

Jaime nodded seriously. "That's just the kind of sacrifice I'm willing to make. I should get a medal, honestly."

The girls dove on Jaime and kissed and hugged him as further thanks and proof of their affections. He wasn't able to fend both of them off at the same time, and ended up getting quite gooey with his own used cum.

Emily and Alyssa weren't so rude as to leave him in such a state, and kindly licked him clean again with their little pink tongues. It took a while to finish him, then longer still to clean each other off afterward, but they were tough and persevered, and ended up with bellies full of tasty, yummy cum as reward for their diligence.

After everyone was cleaned up, Emily and Alyssa exchanged the traditional girls' parting ceremony of rubbing their tits together and patting each other's butt.

Since the yard was a full cum swamp by this time, Jaime had to hire a gondola to ferry him and Emily back to their house. It was a lovely romantic boat ride to end their exciting visit with their neighbours.

They walked hand in hand into their house, still fully naked. They'd been too preoccupied to remember that they had to sneak around their mother, and were almost immediately caught.

"What is going on here?!" Christine demanded. "Why are my two super hot children naked?! And coming home so late after skipping school, no less."

Jaime and Emily each guiltily let go of the other's hand and tried to cover themselves as best they could with no clothes.

"Sorry, Mommy," Jaime said.

"Sorry? You're sorry? Being naked around each other is literally the worst thing siblings could ever do! It could lead to..." Christine shuddered, then composed herself. "It could lead to incest."

Emily and Jaime shivered as well, though in their case it was a far more pleasant physical reaction as they recalled all the incesty fun times they'd shared.

"That's nonsense," Jaime said. "If Em and I were doing any incests, then I would obviously be hard right now because we're both naked together and she is the absolute hottest piece of ass in town."

"Aw, thanks, bro."

Christine narrowed her eyes and examined her son's penis carefully. It was totally flaccid, which could only mean he was telling the truth and there was nothing inappropriate going on between him and his sister.

"Well then how do you explain your lack of clothing, and also my other complaints that I don't feel like listing again?"

Jaime didn't have any explanation that didn't lead to further interrogation, but luckily Emily was on the case.

Emily cleared her throat, cracked her knuckles, then burst into tears. "Oh, Mommy!" She dove at Christine and buried her face in her mother's ample cleavage. "It was horrible! It was a bully!"

"A bully?" Christine asked skeptically.

"Mmhm. A bully took our clothes and wouldn't give them back, even though we needed them for school. It was especially heartbreaking because of how dedicated we are to our studies and education."

"Yeah," Jaime said. "We like... you know... math? Math's a school thing, right? Oh, and history. Very dedicated to it."

Jaime silently congratulated himself on a well-orated supporting point to Emily's cunning ruse.

"That's right, Mommy," Emily sobbed. "We didn't learn even one history today. Because of the aforementioned bully. Then we had to walk all the way home without letting anyone see us because it would have been so embarrassing and illegal. And not at all incredibly hot or enjoyable."

"Well!" said Christine. "I shall certainly be having a long conversation with your principal if that sort of behaviour is going on at school. I can't have my helpless little children be subjected to nudity and the interruption of their studies."

"Yeah, that'd be awful, alright," Jaime said. "We mustn't allow it to continue."

"Indeed we mustn't," Christine concurred. "But for right now, let's just run you two a nice, soothing bath and get you all cleaned up. Poor Emily looks like someone's spit all over her."

Emily looked down at herself. Traces of Alyssa's saliva were still present after the lovely tongue-bath she'd been given.

Christine picked up her children and cradled them lovingly in her arms as she dragged them off to the bathtub. Jaime instinctively tried to suckle at her breast, but she was still clothed so he didn't get very far.

After running a nice, hot bath, Christine carefully sat Emily in the tub at one end, and Jaime at the other. She then rolled up her sleeves and began scrubbing her bedraggled children.

Both Jaime and Emily thoroughly enjoyed being rubbed all over by their loving mommy, even though it was a totally maternal thing and not at all sexual. Jaime's cock hardened in a platonic way as he stared down Christine's top while she bent over to wash him. Likewise for Emily's pussy warming up as she also perved on their mother.

Luckily, Christine was too focused on bathing her children to notice how horny she was making them. It could have been a disaster otherwise.

Christine did, however, note the presence of Emily's butt plug when she turned her kids over to wash their backsides.

"Emily! What is that?!"

Emily, who was so used to wearing her plug that she didn't even register it as not being a normal part of her body, craned her neck to try and figure out what her mom was seeing. Jaime had to come to the rescue.

"That's just some butt jewelry, Mom," he said. "Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?! My precious, innocent little baby girl has been wandering around with a sex toy up her bum and you tell me there's nothing to worry about?"

"You're so old fashioned," Jaime said. "Maybe back in your day, like four years ago or whatever, girls only used their bums for sexual purposes. These are modern times. Girls can use their buttholes for style, just like getting their ears pierced, or getting tattoos, or whatever."

"That's right," Emily agreed, happily seizing upon the clever excuse her brother had come up with. "I wear a pretty jeweled heart on my butt because of how cute it looks, and also because of how much I love my family."

Christine couldn't stay mad at such a pure symbol of familial affection. Even though it still looked very much like Emily was wearing a butt plug, she had to admit that it was impossible to keep up with all the teenage trends that popped up.

For all Christine knew, all the girls were wearing bum jewelry these days. If that was so, then Emily's display of love for her family was probably actually quite wholesome and adoring, rather than a sign that her daughter was a total slut. Unbeknownst to her, it was a mixture of both.

"I suppose that's ok," Christine said. "I wouldn't want to stop you expressing yourself. Just as long as it's not a disgusting sexual thing."

Emily couldn't help getting quite offended at the way her mother was implying that sticking things up one's butt could in any way be disgusting. "What are you-"

Jaime hurried to cut her off. "Of course it's not anything disgusting, Mom. Just some perfectly ordinary butt jewelry, like all the cool kids are wearing."

Christine nodded. "That's fine then. But I'll need to take it out for now, until you're all cleaned up."

With that, she popped Emily's butt plug out, leaving a beautifully gaping bumhole in its wake. She examined the plug closely.

"Are you sure this isn't a butt plug?" she asked. "It looks an awful lot like one."

"Nah, it's just 'cause the shape happens to be really good for staying in a butthole," Jaime explained. "Pure coincidence, I assure you."

Christine narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And just how do you know so much about your sister's butt jewelry anyway? You haven't been looking at Emily's cute little bum, have you?"

Jaime flushed and stammered, having been caught without a good answer. "Uh, well... you know... no... but... I mean..."

"Mommy!" Emily said. "Do you really think I'd let my brother look at my bare bottom? Or touch it, or taste it, or finger it, or fuck it?"

"Well, no, baby," Christine said. "Of course not. I know you're both good and well-behaved children."

"Phew. Thank goodness,' Emily said. "That was almost a disaster."

"Em, you're still talking out loud," Jaime hissed. "We can hear you."

"Oops," Emily said. "What I meant to say was that Jaime knows all about butt jewelry because of how popular it's become. So many girls are showing theirs off at school."

"But not in a sexual way, I hope," Christine said.

"Of course not," Emily said. "They only show their bums to everyone for the purposes of displaying their jewelry. Not for anything lewd or lascivious."

Christine was satisfied, and resumed bathing her eighteen year old babies. She did their backs all the way down to their butts, at which point she decided she'd better make sure their adorable little buttholes were clean too.

Emily and Jaime both happily let their mother finger their tight assholes. Emily even moaned wantonly as her mommy got deeper and deeper, until she was actually getting fisted.

Jaime was less enthusiastic, though he had to admit, his mommy's hand felt very nice up his bum. It so soft and maternal and loving, even if she was stretching him out rather painfully by shoving her arm up his ass.

"Ooh, Mommy," Emily cooed. "Thank you for cleaning my bottom so thoroughly. That feels very nice."

Christine wasn't quite sure what was happening. She only meant to bathe her teenage son and daughter, just like any mother might do for her children. Perfectly normal and natural. Yet somehow, she'd ended up wrist deep in each of their asses, and she was pretty sure that wasn't quite so normal and natural.

Their sexy, slutty little bodies called to her, begging for more. Despite her involuntary mental conditioning, of which she remained unaware, she wanted to keep fisting them, to keep wrecking their beautiful fuck holes. Something was wrong with her.

"Why did you stop, Mommy?" Emily asked as she rocked back and forth to keep the action going.

"Yeah, I was just starting to really like it," Jaime said.

Christine shook her head. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Obviously fisting us good, right up the bu- I mean, cleaning us," Emily said, hastily correcting herself. "Giving us a lovely bath after our trying day. Just doing mother stuff."

Even Jaime was bouncing back and forth, impaling himself further on his mother's fist. "Don't stop," he whined.

Christine pulled her hands free with a long sucking sound. Her children's buttholes gaped open, sad and lonely at having been so thoughtlessly abandoned. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"Don't be silly, Mommy," Emily said. "We love it."

"But... but... I think it might have accidentally been sexual," Christine said. "I think I might have been sexually fisting my super hot, naked, teenage son and daughter."

"Well, that's a risk we're willing to take," Jaime said. He wiggled his butt for more.

After some more protesting, it became clear that Christine wasn't going to be doing any more sensual anal fisting. Jaime and Emily were disappointed, but they also recognized that they had an opportunity. After all, anyone who had just delightfully wrecked their children's buttholes by shoving their fists up them might very well be in a frame of mind where they could be convinced to do more.

"You should join us, Mommy," Jaime said. "If you don't want to deep-clean our asses anymore, at least get in with us. You seem like you could use a relaxing soak."

"I don't think I should," Christine said. "I've already done such a questionable thing."

"Mommy!" Emily said in her fiercest voice. "Your mind is certainly in the gutter this evening. First you think that somehow stretching out our little teenage buttholes with your hands is inappropriate and sexual, now you're suggesting that even just joining us in the bath is wrong? I'm very disappointed in you. Obviously it would just be some lovely and innocent family bonding."

"Exactly," said Jaime. "We might not even fuck at all. Probably. Maybe."

Christine was very tempted by some soaking in a nice warm bath. She tried not to think about how tempted she also was by her sexy, pouting kids.

"Maybe just for a little bit..." she said slowly.

"That's the spirit!" Jaime said. "Now get your clothes off."

"Ok, but don't look."

Christine nervously stripped down until she was naked. Despite her plea for privacy, both Jaime and Emily watched her intently. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed of herself, partly because they were staring, but mostly because she actually enjoyed that they wanted to see her body. Something was definitely wrong with her.

"You don't have to cover yourself like that, Mommy," Emily said. "It's just family here."

"Yeah, we might be checking out your sweet mommy-tits and pussy, but it would certainly never be in a sexual kind of way," Jaime said.

"I'd like to believe that," Christine said, "but you're both playing with yourselves."

Jaime looked down to where his hand was busy on his cock. "Oops. Didn't realize I was doing that."

Emily, likewise, was rubbing her clit. "We're just washing ourselves, is all. Really, thoroughly washing."

Christine shook her head. "I don't believe that. You two are aroused, aren't you? You're turned on by your own mother."

"Well... maybe we are," Jaime said while still jerking off. "But I only want to masturbate and maybe fuck you in the most platonic and non-sexual way possible."

Emily nudged him. "Jai, I think our cover's been blown."

"No, no. I think she's buying it."

"She most certainly isn't." Emily turned to Christine. "But that's ok. You still want to get in the bath with us, don't you, Mommy?"

Christine really, really did. Even though she knew it was wrong, she wanted to get all cozy and slippery with her children. "I do," she whispered.

"Good," Emily said. "Make some room, Jai."

Jaime nodded acknowledgement and opened up the house editor to widen the tub. He made it about twice as wide as normal, so it was more square than rectangle, and had plenty of room for three. He'd have to remember to reset it later so it wasn't taking up the whole bathroom.

Christine sank gently into the water between Jaime and Emily. She was still nervous, but she knew she needed this. The trapped sexual areas of her brain were leaking back in, overriding her magically-enforced desire for propriety.

Emily slipped close as soon as her mother had settled in. She nuzzled at Christine's neck, then bowed her head lower to suck on some big, tasty boobies.

Once Jaime was through fiddling with the dimensions of the room, he joined his sister and sucked on their mother's other breast.

The siblings nursed like a pair of eighteen year old babies. They suckled so hard and with such determination that they actually got some tasty milk flowing. They lapped it up and kept sucking for more.

"Babies, don't do that," Christine said without conviction. "Don't suck Mommy's tits."

Even as she spoke, she cradled them lovingly and held them to her breasts. She was filled with a confusing mixture of maternal and sexual loves. She wanted to take care of her children and protect them, but she also wanted to fuck them silly. She didn't know what to do.

Emily drank her fill first, mostly because she'd started with her tummy already nicely cummy. Jaime suckled more greedily, being more used to getting nourishment wherever he could when he wasn't too busy fucking.