Both of Them
"Stepmom and stepsister have been competing for his attention since the wedding. When Dad leaves for a month, they stop competing—and start sharing."
It starts as a competition.
Linda makes me breakfast in her robe—the silk one that shows too much cleavage. Her daughter Megan comes down in tiny shorts and a tank top, no bra, nipples visible.
They glare at each other across the kitchen.
I pretend not to notice.
Dad married Linda six months ago.
She's forty-eight, maybe five-five, easily two-sixty. Her breasts are enormous, her ass is legendary, her belly is soft and round. She looks at me like I'm something to eat.
Megan is her carbon copy, twenty years younger. Twenty-three, same height, same weight, same curves. They could be sisters instead of mother and daughter.
I'm twenty-five, just moved back home after grad school. Dad's always traveling for work. Which leaves me alone with two thick women who want the same thing.
Me.
Week One
Linda corners me in the laundry room.
"I've seen how you look at Megan," she says, pressing me against the dryer. "I know what you're thinking."
"Mrs. Harrison—"
"Linda." Her hand finds my chest. Slides lower. "And I'm not here to lecture you. I'm here to offer an alternative."
"What alternative?"
"Me." She cups me through my jeans. I'm already hard. "Megan's a child. She doesn't know what to do with a man like you. But I do."
She drops to her knees.
She sucks me off while the dryer runs.
Her mouth is experienced, confident. She takes me deep, moans around my cock, looks up at me with those hungry eyes.
"Don't tell Megan," she says afterward, wiping her lips. "This is our secret."
"I won't."
That night, Megan climbs into my bed.
"Mom thinks she's slick," Megan whispers, straddling me in the dark. "But I know what she did. I could smell her perfume on you."
"Megan—"
"Shh." She grinds against me. "I'm not mad. I'm competitive."
She pulls off her shirt. Her breasts are massive—young, heavy, tipped with pink nipples. She shoves them in my face.
"Suck them. Show me what she got."
I suck.
She rides my face until she comes, then rides my cock until I fill her.
"Don't tell Mom," she says, climbing out of bed. "This is our secret."
Week Two
They escalate.
Linda catches me in the shower. Joins me. Fucks me against the tile while the water runs cold.
Megan ambushes me in the garage. Bends over Dad's workbench. Makes me take her from behind while she bites her arm to keep from screaming.
Linda wakes me at 3 AM for a blowjob.
Megan drags me into her room after dinner.
They're competing. Using me as the score.
And I'm exhausted.
Week Three
"This has to stop," I tell them both.
We're at the kitchen table. Dad is gone for the month—some project in Tokyo. The three of us are alone, and I've called a meeting.
"What has to stop?" Linda asks innocently.
"This." I gesture between them. "The sneaking. The competition. I can't keep doing this."
"So choose," Megan says. "Me or her."
"I'm not choosing."
"Then what?"
I take a breath. "I'm saying... maybe you both win."
They stare at me.
Then at each other.
Linda speaks first. "You want us to... share you?"
"I'm saying it's better than this. Better than sneaking around, competing. If you both want me—and I want both of you—then why not?"
"Because she's my mother," Megan hisses.
"And she's my daughter," Linda counters. "You think I want to see—"
"You won't have to watch. Or you can. Whatever you want." I stand. "Look. This is the offer. Take it or leave it. But I'm done being fought over like a piece of meat."
I walk upstairs.
I don't know if they'll follow.
They follow.
Both of them. Together.
Linda enters first, still in her dinner dress. Megan behind her, already pulling off her shirt.
"We talked," Linda says. "We agreed."
"To what?"
"To this." Megan moves past her mother. Drops to her knees in front of me. "We share. No more competition. No more secrets."
She pulls out my cock. Strokes it.
Linda kneels beside her.
"Room for two?"
I've never had two mouths on my cock before.
Linda takes the shaft. Megan takes my balls. They work together—not competing, collaborating. Their tongues meet at my tip, and they kiss around me, sharing the taste of my precum.
"Fuck," I groan.
"You like that?" Linda looks up at me. "You like having us both?"
"Yes—"
"Good." She stands. Starts undressing. "Because this is just the beginning."
Megan follows her lead.
In seconds, they're both naked.
They're identical in shape, different in detail.
Linda's breasts hang lower, her belly is softer, her nipples darker. Megan's skin is smoother, her curves tighter, her pussy shaved bare.
But they're both massive. Both beautiful. Both mine.
"Bed," Linda commands. "On your back."
I obey.
Linda straddles my face.
Megan straddles my cock.
I'm drowning in flesh—Linda's thick thighs around my head, her wet cunt on my mouth. Megan's tight heat swallowing me, her weight pressing me into the mattress.
"Oh God," Megan moans. "He's so deep—"
"Tongue him," Linda gasps above me. "Lick while he fucks you—"
I don't know what that means. I don't care. I'm lost in sensation—tasting Linda while Megan rides me, both of them moaning, both of them using me.
"Fuck, Mom—I'm gonna—"
"Do it. Come on him. Show me."
Megan screams. Her cunt clamps down on me, milking me. I groan into Linda's pussy, and she grinds down harder, using my tongue, taking what she needs.
"YES—right there—oh God—"
She comes on my face. I come inside her daughter.
We collapse.
"That was..." Megan trails off.
"Yes," Linda agrees. "It was."
They're lying on either side of me. Two BBWs, mother and daughter, both leaking and satisfied.
"Same time tomorrow?" I ask.
They laugh.
"Same time always," Linda says.
"From now on," Megan adds.
The New Normal
Mornings: Linda wakes me with her mouth. Megan joins when she wakes up. Breakfast is usually cold.
Afternoons: They trade off. Sometimes one watches while the other rides. Sometimes they share.
Evenings: Together. Always together. The three of us in Linda's bed—Dad's bed—using every inch of it.
Nights: They sleep on either side of me. I'm never cold. Never alone.
One Month Later
Dad comes home from Tokyo.
He's tired, jet-lagged. He kisses Linda at the door, hugs Megan, claps my shoulder.
"How was it? Everyone get along?"
"Perfectly," Linda says. Her hand finds my ass behind his back.
"We bonded," Megan adds. She winks at me.
"Good, good." He yawns. "I'm going to crash. You three... do whatever."
He trudges upstairs.
We wait until the bedroom door closes.
"Megan's room," Linda whispers. "Quiet this time."
"I'm never quiet," Megan says.
"Then bite a pillow."
That night, I fuck them both while their husband/father sleeps down the hall.
Linda rides me first—slow, silent, covering my mouth when I try to moan. Then Megan takes over—faster, needier, muffling her screams in her own pillow.
They kiss while I thrust into them. Mother and daughter, sharing me, sharing each other.
"This is our family now," Linda whispers afterward. "The three of us."
"And Dad?"
"He has his work." Megan curls against my side. "We have you."
I thought I'd have to choose.
I thought it would tear the family apart.
Instead, it brought us together.
My stepmother. My stepsister. Both of them. Forever.
"No regrets?" Linda asks sometimes.
I look at them—two beautiful women, soft and warm and mine.
"None."
She smiles. Megan smiles.
And we begin again.