The days before Emma went back to camp passed relatively uneventfully, if you considered living with two horny teenagers fucking at any opportunity to be uneventful. Sam hadn't really come to a decision on that yet. Regardless, she was happy they were happy.
Their rampant rutting had caused a few awkward encounters. She'd walked in on them mid-fuck in the kitchen after work and it had taken them a good thirty seconds to notice she was standing there. She hadn't meant to stare, but the sight of them in full flight - hands clutching, lips locked, hips slapping - was hypnotic, and incredibly sexy. She'd excused herself and went to change out of her work clothes, and by the time she was back downstairs they were clothed, red-faced and sweaty, in the living room.
The other memorable encounter was a poolside blowjob. This time only Jake noticed her presence, and he just looked over at her, eyes half closed in ecstasy. Sam got a side profile of Emma's technique. Seeing the girl's lips wrapped around Jake's cock, head bobbing, cheeks concave, only told half the story. The other half was in Jake's moans and twitches with each mouth-fuck. The girl was talented.
Sam did her best to just go on with her normal routine. Jake still slept with her at night, and he did not slouch in his duty to service her one bit. She could tell his loads weren't as big, but that just meant less cleanup. It was to be expected, he was getting a real workout with two women demanding his attention.
Things were going swimmingly between the three of them, and by the time the weekend came along, it was like they'd been living together for years.
Saturday afternoon things got interesting.
Sam found some free time and so put on her swimsuit to get some pool time in. Jake and Emma were out there already, splashing and flirting. Sam was sure they'd disappear at some point to get naked and she could have some quiet time. As she exited the house, the two stopped their horseplay and swam to the edge in unison.
"Hi, Sam," Emma called.
"Hi, are you two having fun?" Sam asked, rhetorically. She put her book and water bottle down on a side table.
"Of course!"
"That's nice," she said, arranging a pillow on a lounge chair. She could hear splashing as someone got out of the water.
"I'm just going to grab...something," Emma said, walking by.
As Sam turned to lay down on the chair, she jumped. Jake was standing right behind her.
"Oh! I didn't hear you," she said.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said, as he leaned in close, planting a kiss on her lips.
A rather intense kiss.
When he let up, Sam smiled at him, and said, "MMmmm, that was nice. Do I get some daytime love, for a change?"
His answer wasn't verbal, as he stepped in closer, pressing his body against hers, and putting his hands on her hips. Sam felt herself respond to his touch, tingles spreading across her pelvis. He leaned in for another kiss. As their tongues met, Sam felt the hard lump in his swimsuit press against her mons. Did Emma cut him off, or something?
Suddenly feeling the effects of having her near naked, glistening wet son come on to her so aggressively, Sam purred deep in her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck. He'd have to be careful, or she'd strip him bare and ride him right there in the open.
She put her cheek next to his. A tasty nub of flesh was dangling in reach, so she flicked her tongue out to capture it, sucking his lobe in her mouth. He groaned, and she whispered into his ear, "Careful, tiger. I'm not up for a tease, today. If you start something, you better finish it."
"He will," said a voice from behind her.
A second set of hands joined his, caressing as they moved to her front below her breasts, and suddenly Sam was sandwiched between the two teenagers. Sam pulled her head away from Jake but couldn't fully separate, as he still held her. She turned her head to look at Emma, who was grinning behind her. The girl stepped up even closer, until Sam could feel two soft lumps press into her back.
"What do you think is going to happen here?" Sam asked them.
"We thought you could use some fun, Mom," came her son's voice in her ear. "Just relax, we'll take care of you. You are pregnant, after all. You need to take it easy."
At the words 'take care of you', Sam felt one of the hands on her chest start to drift lower, lightly brushing her belly as it descended. She gulped as the full impact of what they were proposing hit her.
"I'm not sure -" she started, but was stopped by her son pressing his lips on hers. He captured her bottom lip between his, sucking it lightly, his tongue flickering across it. At the same time, she heard a quiet 'sshhhhhh' from behind.
Emma's voice drifted in her ear, "There's nothing to worry about, we'll do all the work."
Sam really did like her. She was a nice girl, thoughtful and giving. Just as the drifting hand was about to run out of room, Jake pulled his groin away, and the hand encountered Sam's bikini bottom.
The mother was caught. In front of her was her son, kissing her, distracting her while Emma's hand was digging into her bikini, tickling and worming closer to the wetter-by-the-second pussy contained within. Now Emma's other hand was pulling her top up, releasing her breasts, and then cupping one of the weighty orbs. The temptation was too much for Jake, as he let go of her hip and cupped the other tit.
Sam had never felt this before. So many hands roaming over her, overwhelming her ability to track them all. A mouth on hers, and another one nipping at her neck. Now one hand was tracing her labia, and another one was squeezing her breast, one was pulling down her bikini while one pulling on her nipple.
She stood there, hands limp on Jake's shoulders, eyes closed, body twitching as each new sensation registered in her brain. The soft, warm body pressed up against her back. The tickling of Emma brushing across her now naked ass. The fingers deftly delving between her lips, brushing across her clit.
Jake was now kissing down her chin, along her jaw, down her neck. His tongue sent chills up the back of her head.
"Ohhhh, you two are bad," she moaned.
Jake took her hand from his shoulder, pulling it down to his middle, where she found his Man Cock in his suit, hot, hard and straining towards her. She caressed it with her fingers, the now-familiar shape sending Pavlovian signals to her pussy. The pussy that was now producing a river of fluid, drenching her lips, and the fingers between them. The fingers that were dancing between her entrance and her clit, spreading her lubrication, sending delightful waves of pleasure throughout her groin.
Jake had kissed his way down to the upper slope of a breast, little licks and nips punctuating his progress. When he arrived at her nipple, he drew it into his mouth, the warm, wet pressure of his suckling sending signals to her body that weren't motherly.
"Ohhhh, soon, baby, soon," she murmured to him. She caressed his head as he sucked at her teat.
There were too many things going on at once to pay attention to, but the loss of the warmth against her back stood out among them. Emma's hand left her pussy, and then it was pulling at her hips, turning her to the side. Sam opened her eyes and watched as the young woman, maintaining eye contact, took her other nipple in her mouth. The sight of the two teenagers nursing at her, coupled with their hot, tight mouths and tongues working her nipples, sent warm tingles down throughout her body.
"You darlings, this is wonderful," she murmured.
A hand was back caressing her labia, but now she had no idea whose it was. Another hand was caressing her butt, squeezing her ass cheek, before trailing down and slipping into her crack. She had two hands working from both sides.
