The sky was just beginning to pale when the three of them stumbled naked out the back door, still sticky with frosting and cum.
Cool morning air kissed their skin; the outdoor shower waited, river-stone walls already steaming from the hot water Lucas had turned on.
Sophia went first, stepping under the spray with a sigh, water sluicing down her curves, turning her dark hair black and sleek.
Elena followed, pressing against her sister's back, hands sliding up to cup those massive 36K tits, rolling nipples between frosting-slick fingers.
Lucas stood behind his mother, cock already hard again, eleven inches jutting up against the cleft of her ass.
Elena looked over her shoulder, eyes glowing.
"Put it in me, baby. Let Aunt Soph taste where we join."
He obeyed instantly, sliding into Elena's soaked pussy in one slow thrust.
She moaned, pushed back, and Sophia dropped to her knees in the water without a word.
The shower poured over all three, steam curling around them like incense.
Sophia's tongue found them immediately: lapping at Lucas's shaft as it pistoned in and out of her sister, flicking Elena's clit on every upstroke, gathering the creamy mess that leaked down his balls.
Elena braced one hand on the stone wall, the other tangled in Sophia's wet hair, riding Lucas's cock and her sister's mouth in perfect sync.
"Fuck, yes," Elena gasped. "Eat your nephew's cock while he breeds me, Soph. Taste how full he keeps me."
Sophia moaned into them, the vibration making Elena's thighs shake.
She reached between Lucas's legs, cupped his heavy balls, massaged gently while her tongue never stopped moving.
Lucas's rhythm stuttered.
He gripped Elena's hips hard, slammed deep, and held.
First load of the morning erupted straight into his mother's womb, thick pulses she felt in her soul.
Sophia sealed her lips around the base of his cock and Elena's clit, sucking gently, drinking every drop that escaped.
When he slipped free, Sophia rose, turned, and pressed her back to the stone wall.
She hooked one leg high around Lucas's waist, guiding him into her with a desperate whine.
Elena dropped behind them both, kneeling in the water, and did exactly what her sister had done: tongue lashing Lucas's shaft, Sophia's clit, the place they joined, over and over, until Sophia screamed into the dawn, pussy spasming, squirting across Elena's face and Lucas's cock.
Lucas pulled out, spun Sophia around, bent her forward beside Elena.
Two perfect asses presented side by side, water streaming down their spines.
He took turns again: five strokes in Sophia, five in Elena, hands gripping whatever flesh he could reach, until both women were trembling, foreheads pressed together, kissing messy and desperate.
"Together," Elena begged. "Fill us together."
Lucas gripped both hips, lined up with his mother first, thrust deep, then pulled out and slammed into Sophia, alternating so fast the water couldn't keep up.
They came at the same second: Elena first, pussy clamping down like a fist, squirting down Sophia's thighs; Sophia right after, walls fluttering, milking him with every spasm.
Lucas buried himself in Elena one last time and let go, pumping rope after rope of thick morning cum into her, then pulled out mid-spurt and painted Sophia's pussy with the rest, marking them both.
The three collapsed against the stone, water still pouring, limbs tangled, mouths seeking.
Sophia licked cum from Elena's lips, Elena licked it from Sophia's, Lucas licked it from both of them, until they were clean and shaking and laughing again.
Eventually Elena shut off the water.
They stood dripping in the cool air, sunrise turning everything gold.
Sophia rested her head on Lucas's shoulder, hand lazily stroking his half-hard cock.
"I'm never leaving," she declared, voice hoarse.
Elena smiled, kissed them both, slow and filthy.
"Good," she said. "Because the lakehouse just got a permanent third resident."
Lucas pulled them both close, arms around mother and aunt, cock already twitching against their bellies.
"Then let's go back to bed," he growled. "I'm nowhere near done with either of you."
They walked inside naked, leaving wet footprints and a trail of water across the floor, already reaching for each other before the bedroom door even closed.
The living-room curtains were half-drawn, sunlight striping the wide leather couch in lazy gold bars.
The three of them had collapsed there after breakfast, still naked, still sticky, still too hungry to bother with clothes.
Sophia moved first.
She straddled Lucas reverse-cowgirl, knees sinking deep into the cushions, back arched so her 36K tits thrust forward like an offering.
She reached between her thighs, gripped his cock (eleven inches, hard again, slick from their earlier shower), and sank down in one slow, greedy glide.
The sound she made was pure filth: a low, broken moan that echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
Elena watched for exactly three seconds, eyes dark, then climbed up and planted her knees on either side of Lucas's head.
"Open," she ordered softly.
Lucas's hands shot to her hips, pulling her down until her dripping pussy sealed over his mouth.
His tongue speared inside her instantly, fucking her with the same rhythm Sophia was already riding him.
Two women, one cock, one tongue.
Perfect symmetry.
Sophia rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles, pussy swallowing every inch of her nephew on every down-stroke.
Elena ground against her son's face, clit dragging over his nose, cream coating his chin.
They faced each other over Lucas's body, eyes locked, mouths open on shared breath.
Elena leaned forward first, cupped Sophia's heavy tits, thumbs flicking both nipples until Sophia whimpered.
Sophia returned the favor, squeezing Elena's 34J breasts, rolling the nipples between sticky fingers, then pulling her sister into a deep, messy kiss.
Tongues slid, teeth nipped, moans poured straight into each other's mouths.
Below them, Lucas was lost to the world.
His hips snapped up to meet Sophia's every descent, balls slapping her ass in wet, rhythmic smacks.
His tongue fucked Elena in perfect counterpoint, curling to hit her G-spot, then flattening to lash her clit.
The couch creaked beneath them, leather sticking to sweat-slick skin.
Elena broke the kiss first, voice trembling.
"Touch me while he fucks you, Soph. Rub my clit. Make me cum on our baby's face."
Sophia's hand slid down Elena's belly, two fingers finding her swollen clit, circling fast and sure.
Elena returned the favor, reaching between Sophia's thighs to rub tight circles over the place where Lucas's cock disappeared into her sister again and again.
The room filled with wet sounds: pussy on cock, tongue in pussy, fingers on clits, three heartbeats racing toward the same cliff.
Sophia went first, back bowing, tits bouncing wildly as her orgasm crashed through her.
Her pussy clamped down so hard Lucas groaned into Elena, the vibration sending Elena over seconds later.
She came with a scream muffled against Sophia's shoulder, squirting straight into Lucas's eager mouth, thighs shaking around his head.
That was all it took.
Lucas's hips jerked up hard, burying himself to the root in Sophia, and he erupted: thick, endless ropes of cum flooding her cunt, pulse after pulse, until it overflowed and ran down his shaft in creamy rivers.
Sophia kept riding through it, milking every drop, while Elena kept rubbing her clit, drawing the orgasm out until Sophia was sobbing into Elena's neck.
When Sophia finally lifted off, a torrent of cum followed, splashing across Lucas's abs and thighs.
Elena slid down instantly, licked him clean, slow worshipful swipes from balls to tip, gathering their mixed release.
Then she crawled up, kissed Sophia so they could both taste him, then kissed Lucas so he could taste all three of them.
They collapsed sideways, a sweaty, trembling pile: Lucas in the middle, one arm around each woman, cock still half-hard against Elena's thigh, Sophia's tits pressed to his back.
The sun shifted, painting new stripes across their skin.
Elena traced lazy circles on Lucas's chest.
"Every afternoon," she murmured, "exactly like this."
Sophia nipped his shoulder, voice husky.
"Every morning, every night, every fucking minute."
Lucas pulled them tighter, kissed them both slow and deep.
"Deal," he said. "Forever starts right now."
The moon hung huge and silver over the lake, turning the water into liquid mercury.
Elena and Sophia walked hand-in-hand down the dock, naked, skin glowing like pearl.
Lucas followed a step behind, cock already jutting up against his stomach, eleven inches of moonlight-shadowed need.
At the very end they sank to their knees together, side-by-side on the warm planks, the lake lapping softly beneath them.
Elena looked up first, eyes shining.
"Give us your cum under the moon, baby. Paint your mother and your aunt like the sluts we are for you."
Sophia licked her lips, leaned in, and dragged her tongue from Lucas's heavy balls all the way to the tip in one slow, worshipful stripe.
Lucas groaned, threading fingers through both women's hair.
They took turns like they'd rehearsed it in dreams.
Elena swallowed him first: lips stretching wide, throat opening, taking every inch until her nose pressed against his pelvis.
She held there, humming, cheeks hollow, eyes watering with love.
Sophia didn't wait.
She ducked lower, mouth sealing around his balls, sucking gently, tongue swirling, drawing filthy sounds from deep in his chest.
Thirty seconds.
Then they switched.
Sophia's turn: she took him even deeper somehow, throat fluttering around the head, gagging softly but never pulling back.
Elena licked his sack, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin behind, making his thighs shake.
They kept trading: perfect rhythm, perfect teamwork.
One deep-throating while the other worshipped his balls, then swapping again, saliva dripping, strings of it connecting their lips to his cock, shining silver in the moonlight.
Lucas's hips started to jerk.
His grip tightened in their hair.
"Close," he growled. "Fuck, I'm so close."
Elena and Sophia pulled off at the same second, mouths open, tongues out, foreheads pressed together, tits pushed forward.
"Do it," Elena begged. "Cover us. Mark us. Please, baby."
Sophia echoed her, voice wrecked: "Paint your aunt and your mommy, Lucas. Give us every drop."
He fisted himself once, twice, and erupted.
The first rope shot across Elena's face: thick, white, perfect, striping from her forehead to her chin.
The second hit Sophia square on the tongue, dripping down onto her massive tits.
He kept coming: rope after rope, painting cheeks, lips, necks, breasts, until both women were glazed and dripping, moonlight making the cum glow like liquid starlight.
They didn't let a single drop go to waste.
Elena licked Sophia's face clean, slow and deliberate, then kissed her deep so they could share the taste.
Sophia returned the favor, tongue gathering cum from Elena's tits, feeding it back to her in filthy, open-mouthed kisses.
When their faces were mostly clean, they turned to Lucas's still-hard cock and licked him together: two tongues swirling around the head, sliding down opposite sides, meeting at the base, kissing around him until he was shaking again.
Finally Elena pulled back, cum still glistening on her lashes.
"Carry us to bed," she whispered. "We're not done. The moon's still up."
Lucas scooped them both up: one under each arm like they weighed nothing, and walked back to the house while they kissed his neck, his chest, his jaw, leaving sticky trails.
Inside, he tossed them onto the mattress, climbed over them, and spent the rest of the night sliding from one pussy to the other, slow and deep, until the moon set and the three of them were too wrecked to move.
The first pink rays were just licking the windows when the three of them tumbled naked into the kitchen, too desperate to make it to the bedroom.
Elena dropped to the tiles first, back flat, legs spread wide.
Sophia crawled over her in one fluid move, knees on either side of Elena's head, mouth already descending to her sister's dripping pussy.
Sixty-nine, perfect mirror image.
Two sets of huge tits pressed together, two tongues spearing into soaked cunts at the same moment.
They moaned into each other, the sound muffled and wet, hips rolling in slow, greedy circles.
Lucas stood over them, cock in hand, watching for exactly five seconds before he lost his mind.
He knelt behind Sophia first (because she was on top) and slid into her in one brutal thrust.
Sophia screamed into Elena's clit, the vibration making Elena buck and squirt across her sister's face.
Ten strokes.
Deep, punishing, balls slapping Elena's forehead with every drive.
Then he pulled out, slick with Sophia's cream, and slammed straight into Elena beneath her.
Now Elena was the one screaming into Sophia's pussy, the cycle repeating.
Ten strokes in Elena.
Ten in Sophia.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The kitchen filled with obscene sounds: wet flesh on flesh, muffled cries, the slap of Lucas's hips against whichever ass was presented, the squelch of two pussies being swapped over and over.
Sophia came first, violently, pussy clamping around nothing the second Lucas pulled out, squirting straight into Elena's open mouth.
Elena swallowed greedily, then shattered seconds later when Lucas buried himself back inside her, her own orgasm gushing across Sophia's tongue.
Lucas never slowed.
He kept the rhythm merciless, hands gripping hips, switching holes like he was possessed.
"Gonna fill you both," he growled. "Back and forth until you're dripping on the floor."
They begged for it: two voices, one plea.
He gave Sophia the first load: slammed deep, held still, and pumped rope after thick rope into her spasming cunt.
Didn't even let the last spurt finish before he pulled out and shoved into Elena, giving her the rest, flooding her until cum poured out around his shaft and pooled on the tiles beneath them.
They collapsed sideways, still tangled, still licking, Lucas's cock sliding free with a wet pop.
Sophia rolled off, lay on her back beside Elena, both women panting, thighs trembling, cum leaking from swollen pussies in steady streams.
Lucas dropped between them, licking one clean, then the other, slow and reverent, until they were shaking with aftershocks.
When he finally crawled up their bodies, they pulled him down into the mess, three mouths meeting in a slow, filthy kiss that tasted like all of them.
Elena traced his lips with a cum-slick finger.
"Every sunrise," she whispered, "we start the day exactly like this."
Sophia nipped his jaw, grinning.
"Every sunset, every midnight, every breath."
Lucas kissed them both, hands already sliding back between their thighs.
"Then let's never stop breathing."
Outside, the sun cleared the trees, flooding the kitchen in gold.
Inside, mother, son, and aunt stayed sprawled on the cool tile, tongues and fingers and cock already moving again, ready to greet the new day the only way they ever wanted to: together, dripping, and never, ever done.
The pontoon drifted in the dead center of the lake, engine off, anchor dropped, not another soul for miles.
Sunday sun blazed straight down, turning the water into hammered glass and their skin into warm honey.
Elena and Sophia knelt side-by-side on the wide cushioned bench that ran along the bow, knees spread, backs arched, asses high, faces turned toward each other so they could kiss slow and deep while they waited.
Lucas stood behind them, naked, eleven inches jutting proud, a bottle of coconut oil in one hand.
He drizzled it over both of them in lazy rivers: down the curve of Elena's spine, over the swell of Sophia's ass, letting it pool where their thighs met their swollen pussies.
Then he started.
First stroke into Elena: slow, deliberate, bottoming out until his hips pressed flush against her oiled cheeks.
She moaned into Sophia's mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them.
Ten strokes, deep and steady, the pontoon rocking gently with every thrust.
Then he pulled out, slick and shining, and slid straight into Sophia.
Same rhythm.
Same depth.
Same oil-slick glide.
Back and forth.
Elena.
Sophia.
Elena.
Sophia.
The boat swayed harder with every switch, water slapping the hull like it was cheering.
Sun glittered off the oil on their skin, off the cream already leaking down their thighs, off the bead of sweat rolling between Elena's tits.
Sophia broke the kiss first, voice wrecked.
"Harder, baby. Fuck us like the lake is watching."
Lucas gripped their hips (one in each hand) and gave them exactly what they begged for.
He slammed into Elena so hard her tits bounced forward, nipples skimming the cushion.
Then into Sophia, same force, same angle, until both women were screaming into the open sky, the sound skipping across the water like stones.
Elena came first, pussy clamping down so tight Lucas had to fight to pull out.
She squirted in a long, perfect arc that hit the lake with an audible splash.
Sophia followed seconds later when he buried himself in her again, her orgasm gushing down his balls and dripping off the edge of the boat into the water.
Lucas never slowed.
He kept swapping, faster now, oil and cum making everything filthy and loud.
"Gonna fill you both," he growled. "One after the other, until you're leaking into the lake."
They begged for it in perfect unison.
He gave Sophia the first load: slammed deep, held, and pumped rope after thick rope straight into her womb.
Didn't wait.
Pulled out mid-spurt and shoved into Elena, flooding her with the rest, then back to Sophia for another pulse, back to Elena, painting them both in endless waves.
When he finally slipped free, cum poured out of them in twin rivers, running off the cushion, over the edge, disappearing into the water below.
Elena and Sophia turned instantly, dropped to their backs on the warm bench, legs spread wide, pussies gaping and dripping.
Lucas knelt between them, licking one clean, then the other, slow worship under the blazing sun, until they were shaking and laughing and crying all at once.
Sophia reached down, threaded fingers through his hair.
"Every Sunday," she panted, "we anchor right here and do this again."
Elena pulled him up for a three-way kiss that tasted like coconut oil, cum, and pure devotion.
"Every day that ends in 'y'," she corrected, grinning against his lips.
Lucas collapsed between them, arms around both, cock already twitching against Elena's thigh.
The pontoon rocked gently beneath them, lake lapping at the hull like it was jealous.
They stayed there until the sun burned high, then higher, trading slow kisses and lazy thrusts, filling each other again and again, until the water around the boat was cloudy with their love and the cushions were ruined forever.