"You look like a fourth grade teacher or something," I told her.
"Hush up," she grinned at me. "I just don't want to be lounging around in my underwear when Cammy gets here." The skirt was convenient for her boot, which she complained about, but didn't take off. "When she gets here we're going to make her feel nice. She's nervous and needs her family. We need to show her how much we love her."
She had that tone in her voice again, that one that I hadn't heard since I was a kid. Her eyes skewered mine, and I swallowed all the questions and objections I had.
When Cammy arrived, she was wearing a skirt too, it looked just like the one she had worn that night. She wore a tasteful top with it, and had decided to wear a bra this time. I knew the look on her face, it was the one she put on when she was nervous or scared and didn't want anyone to notice. She gave a plastic smile and her eyes darted between me, at the door, and Mom behind me. "Hey Mom, hey Nick."
"Cammy!" Mom stood up with a little effort and hobbled over to her. I gave Cammy a stiff hug, then she turned to Mom. Mom hugged her too, but then she kept her hands on Cammy's hips, tightening just enough to tell her that she wasn't to back away. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Cammy's lips. Though it was just a little peck, not inappropriate for a Mom and daughter, Cammy's eyes were alarmed. Mom leaned in again, and then this time her kiss lingered. Neither of them opened their mouths, but Mom kissed over and over, leaving Cammy red faced. "It's so good to see you, Bell." That was Mom's nickname for her. Before I was born, Cammy was obsessed with Tinkerbell and Mom called her that. I had never heard her actually do it, just stories about it.
Mom cradled Cammy's cheek, and though her face was shocked, she leaned into it and nuzzled Mom's hand. "Mom..." she whispered. It was as if Mom had cast a spell on her.
"Give your sister a kiss, Nick. We're loving her as a family, remember?"
I took Cammy's hand and pulled her in, kissing her on the lips. I opened my mouth just enough to be an invitation, but she refused, and our kiss remained barely appropriate. But the second time she leaned in. I was shocked when she opened her mouth just as I had, but my mind had changed in that instant and I felt frozen, like this was too much to do in front of Mom, even though she knew everything. Despite how awkward it was, or maybe because of it, I started to get hard.
"You're a good girl, Cammy," Mom said, stroking her ponytail.
There was conflict on Cammy's face. She was nervous at what might happen here, but Mom's loving words and actions had caught her off guard. Cammy was such a planner and used to being in control that something throwing her for a loop like this was hard for her to handle. Maybe Mom had a better understanding of the situation than I thought.
Mom backed away from both of us. I was a little stunned too. "Well, come on in, don't be a stranger." Cammy came in, her eyes wary, and Mom put a hand on the small of her back. "My beautiful daughter. Isn't she gorgeous, Nick?"
She especially looked it now. The top was flattering, showing her toned arms and shoulders. "She's
so
gorgeous, Mom." I gulped, hoping my voice didn't sound too much like a nervous boy.
"I just want to look at her now that she's here, Tiger." Mom hobbled back. "Stand in front of me, Bell. Come on, don't be shy." I don't remember "shy" ever being a word that could ever describe Cammy, but I'll be damned if she wasn't that now. "Get next to her, Nick. Let me see my two kiddos together."
I stood next to Cammy and put my arm around her, like we were posing for a family picture. It seemed to steady her a bit. "Mom, what's going on?" She said, giving that plastic smile again.
"We're together as a family. Tonight we're going to show how much we love each other." The room was silent for a moment, as Cammy and I ruminated on exactly what that might mean. "Bell you've gotten so big," Mom said. She stared at her for a good few seconds, looking her body up and down. I could feel Cammy's discomfort in her shoulders. Mom stepped forward, and put her hand on Cammy's upper arm. She moved it down to her hand, and took it up to her mouth for a kiss. Meanwhile her other hand moved up Cammy's hip to her side, and Cammy gasped as Mom ran her hand over her breast.
My cock was completely hard now and getting wet drops of precum on my boxers. I was wondering where this was going and what Cammy would be willing to tolerate. Both of these women, both who were amazing fucks but also close family, were setting my blood on fire.
Mom's hand rested on Cammy's tit, but she didn't rub or squeeze. "Such a big girl," Mom said. "We're here to show our love and so there's nothing to hide. Nick, help her get out of that top." Both of us were stunned at Mom's words, and it was becoming clear exactly where this was going. Wouldn't this scare Cammy off? Mom couldn't think that something like this would help, could she?
I recovered before Cammy did, and reached over to unbutton her blouse. Cammy's eyes were alarmed, but she held perfectly still, letting me unfasten one button after another. Her bra was light blue with a little bow at the bottom. Even in the bra, her tits looked stunning and I wanted to tear the bra off and tease her nipples with my tongue. I was painfully hard.
"My God, Bell. Look how fit you are." Mom placed her hand on Cammy's flat belly and felt her barely visible abs. "How do you keep this fit? I wish I looked like this."
"I go to the gym and run. It relaxes me." Her breadth fluttered. "Mom, you're so much prettier though, curvy is beautiful." Cammy looked down and gulped, "I wish I had tits like you."
"You're too nice to your old mom. I bet you have to beat the boys off with a stick."
"No, Mom. It's true..." Cammy said.
I took Mom's hand. "Both of you are beautiful..." I took a deep breath. "And sexy and hot."
"I knew I raised my handsome boy right. But I want to see my little girl's tits for real. Help her with her bra, Nick." This time I was a little more ready for Mom's command. I reached behind Cammy and unhooked her bra with the speed I was so proud of. Her hands gripped each elbow, covering her small, firm tits. Her skin was goosebumped.
"Bell, don't be shy. I want to see them." Mom said. "She touched Cammy's arms, giving them a slight push.
I could see the discomfort in Cammy's eyes. This needed a little more finesse. "Mom, hold on. I think Cammy is a little uncomfortable being the only one here showing her boobs. You heard how much she likes your tits. You should be an example and show her."
Cammy's eyes were as round as I had ever seen them. But she said, "Yeah, Mom. I'd really like to see yours too. Please." Her breathing quickened just slightly and her blush had spread down her chest.
Mom grinned. "You know flattery will get you everywhere. I can't believe how much you like Mommy's body, Bell. You and your brother." She started unbuttoning her blouse. She was impetuous in contrast to Cammy's paralyzed anxiety. Her hands flashed behind to unfasten her bra and soon her huge tits were swinging in front of her, her nipples already hard and blushing. "You like what you see, Bell?' Cammy gave a trembling nod. On its own my hand reached up and cupped Mom's tit. Just like always, it felt so soft and warm and exquisite. I squeezed and massaged the soft meat. Cammy couldn't take her eyes off Mom's boobs, and her hand absently unfastened from her elbow and took the other tit.
Cammy squeezed and rubbed, Mom's hot flesh squishing between her fingers. "My God, Mom..." she whispered. She twirled her thumb around Mom's nipple while Mom beamed.
"The two of you are like babies, aren't you? Can't get enough of Mommy's tits." I leaned forward and kissed Mom on the lips, this time fully opening up. Electric jolts ran though my body as our tongues squirmed together and I tasted her luscious taste. I rolled her nipple while we kissed and she whimpered out her nose. "Well come on, then. I know you want to suck on them."
Cammy opened her mouth, and her lower lip trembled. I was hypnotized by Mom's tits, and though I had had her nipple in my mouth so many times I wanted it again. I kissed Mom's neck, then her shoulder, and she giggled. Her breast squished between my fingers and she sighed with pleasure. Next to me Cammy was level with Mom, and I saw their boobs side by side, Cammy's small, firm, and fit, with Mom's low, soft, and massive. Mom's hand on her shoulder prompted Cammy to get on her knees, and her face lowered next to mine. Cammy's eyes darted back and forth from my face and Mom's. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek.
"It's here for you Cammy. You're going to let me suck on yours later, so now's your chance to do the same." My kisses reached the side of Mom's boob, and her large, hard areola rubbed the side of my face. I ran my tongue around it, and Mom looked down approvingly. Cammy stared, slack-jawed as I flicked Mom's nipple back and forth. She looked back up at Mom. "Baby, it's ok," Mom said. Her hand snuck up Cammy's neck, and guided her chin to her nipple, just as erect and incandescent as the other. Tentatively, Cammy's tongue stuck out and licked the very end of Mom's protrusive nipple.
