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Nancy stands in the doorway looking at me, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Sorry," I tell her. "I wasn't thinking."

Nancy saunters into the room, "Don't be. I understand the desires of youth. At least you have my daughter to help you out. But I'm kind of jealous, actually. It looks like you've been ignoring me," Nancy said in a complaining tone.

She sits next to me, and I have just enough time to close my browser before she can see the twins. She smiles as she places her hand on my thigh and says, "Your mom decided to take a bath, so it's just us right now." She leans forward and kisses me.

I can't say it's completely unexpected, from the look in her eyes, eyes so like Tina's and enhanced with her new jewelry, and I gladly kiss her back. I'm highly turned on after watching Stephanie and Stacy, and this will provide just the release I need.

"I don't think I thanked you properly for the jewelry," she says, with her hands already working on my pants. I lift my hips to allow her to take them off, and then moan as she drops her head to my lap, swallowing a few inches of my cock. Nancy is very talented at giving head, as her tongue swirls around my knob, and her hand works up and down my length, using her saliva as lubrication.

"Oh, fuck, Nancy," I tell her, moaning, "I'm not going to last long if you keep that up." She quickly pulls her mouth away and smiles up at me.

"Not yet, young man. It's been too long since I've had this baseball bat in me, and I need to get fucked. I need more than what my hand can do for me alone." I'm shocked to hear her expose herself, but when I think about how lonely she's been all this time, I guess that's normal.

Nancy stands, stripping, and I pull off my shirt, and then think I'd better get up and shut the door. The older woman lies down on her back, and I think I'll warm her up a bit before slipping my stick into her, but when I start to move my mouth to her vagina, she stops me.

"We don't have time for that, right now. Just shove it in me, quick," Nancy said impatiently.

Not one to argue with such a demand, especially if the demand is coming from such a gorgeous and hot milf like her….

I move my mouth up to hers and start kissing her luscious lips while I rub the head of my penis against her already slippery lips.

Nancy's legs wrap around my rear, and with one powerful pull, she forces me into her, fairly deep.

"Oh, God, I've missed this. My daughter is a lucky woman to have you in her life so often," Nancy said with a lustful moan.

She sets a pretty quick pace with her legs, alternating between kissing me and moaning as she starts to cum in a few minutes around my penetrating tool.

I'm able to sink my full length into her, and can feel my balls slapping her motherly ass as I slam into her again and again. Lifting my back, I bring my lips down to her hard, round milf nipple, sucking it between my teeth, as I nibble on it, making her cry out, as her nails dig into my back. She digs me deep enough, I know I'm going to have scratch marks, but just then she starts to cum again, making her motherly oven wrap more tightly on my Thomas, which increases the pleasure I was feeling and makes me forget all about the scratch marks. Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard, I think she is going to crush it, but luckily, she is wet enough, and I'm still able to move inside her.

Between the twins' video, Nancy's magnificent blowjob, and the way her naughty milf pussy was wrapping tightly around my schlong, refusing to let go, I only last a couple of strokes past her orgasm, before I'm losing my load deep into her tight twat.

"That's it, Nick. Give me your cum. Fill my old womb with your hot young semen," Nancy was so lost in her lust that she kept uttering lots of depraved words.

"Oh, God...I can feel it leaking out of mEee….It's too much, I can't hold it all in." Nancy starts to cum again, making me moan even more into her tit.

My rod seems to twitch forever, sending volley after volley of my virile spunk into her, before finally subsiding...

A few minutes later, I roll off to her side, and she gives me a quick peck on the cheeks before pleasantly cleaning my penis with her talented mouth, getting dressed, and going to the guest bathroom to get herself cleaned up.

While she's in there, I send a reply email to the twins, thanking them for my present and telling them how much it meant to me. I add that I can't wait to see them again, that I already miss their laughter and the easy way they fill a room. Before I hit send, I hesitate, then tack on a final line about the video, admitting I'm more curious than I probably should be about how it ends. The message feels warm and honest, and when it disappears into the outbox, I feel oddly lighter.

I drift back to my room and stop in front of the mirror, twisting slightly as I try to see how badly Nancy scratched up my back. I crane my neck, lifting my shirt, turning one way and then the other, but I can't see much of anything; there were no angry red marks, no dramatic evidence of the moment. It probably felt like more than it looks, I decide, it's a trick of heightened sensation and adrenaline. The mirror reflects a version of me that looks calmer than I feel, my pulse beating in a steady rhythm.

Mom is just coming out of her room as the girls get home from shopping, their arms full of bags, with paper rustling with every step. Their voices overlap as they both spill into the house, laughing, already talking over one another about sales, colors, and things they almost bought….

Later, they all migrate to the kitchen to finish making dinner, and the space quickly fills with the comforting sounds of clinking utensils and the low hum of conversation.

At one point, Tina pulls me aside, her fingers curling lightly around my wrist as she guides me away from the others.

"So you told your sister about your abilities?" she asks. From the look in her eyes, I can't tell if she's upset or just processing. "I guess I'm not the only special one anymore," she adds, her tone carrying a mix of sadness and something almost playful, like she's half-testing me.

"I had to," I say quietly. "Somehow, Loveth can magnify my ability, and at the same time, she can see everything I do. But that doesn't mean you are not special to me. Not even close."

"I guess I understand," she replies, though the way she says it tells me she isn't entirely convinced.

"She's your sister, after all. She has special abilities, too." She pauses, studying my face.

"She also told me about what you did to your dad." The pause stretches, and I can't help but wonder how much Loveth actually shared, and how she framed it.

"I wonder if we'll ever be that close," Tina says softly, almost to herself.

"I know I can't claim you for myself," she continues, lifting her eyes to meet mine. "I know that you're meant for something greater. And I'm just glad you're willing to share yourself with me." She smiles then, a small but sincere smile, and rises onto her toes to brush a light kiss against my lips. "Oh, and by the way," she adds as she steps back, already turning away, "I have another present planned for you later."

I laugh as she leaves, shaking my head, my thoughts spiraling in a dozen different directions. I can't help wondering what she has in mind—and whether I'll be up to it after that powerful orgasm with her mom earlier.

I'm not allowed into the kitchen, but I hover nearby, leaning against the doorway as I watch the four women move around one another with practiced ease. The room smells like spices and something sweet baking in the oven. Tina drifts close to my sister, teasing her, brushing shoulders, saying things just soft enough that I can't hear them. Loveth, an avowed lesbian, seems to take the flirting in stride, her smile easy, her laughter unguarded. At one point, Tina glances over at me, winks, and then playfully pinches Loveth's bottom. Loveth yelps and swats at her, laughing, and all I can do is shake my head and laugh along with them, the moment light and unburdened.

After dinner, I build a fire in the fireplace, carefully stacking the logs until the flames catch and begin to crackle. We settle into the living room, mugs of spiked eggnog warming our hands, the fire casting soft shadows on the walls. The conversation drifts from one memory to another about Christmases past, old traditions, and stories that have been told before but never seem to get old. Laughter comes easily, blending with the pop of the fire and the quiet satisfaction of being together. The night stretches on, comfortable and full, until the hour grows late and the world outside seems very far away.

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