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Clara climbed off her and sat on the bed as Mom got onto all fours then motioned for me to get behind her. Clara kissed my neck and actually guided me inside Mom then rubbed my ass as I began to thrust. Mom came a few more times before I came again, likely just spurting air by that point. Once I pulled out, Mom had everyone cuddle on the bed, Clara spooned me as Dad spooned Mom as we chatted. "This is normal for us my Son, the love and connection we share is so special and we want you to have it too. You can have me or Clara as often as you want, I'm certain your father will be relieved you will be here to help keep up with your sister but nobody will ever tell you that it's wrong. Are you okay with it all?" Said Mom. "I think I am, yes. I was jerking off every morning before I vanished, I couldn't find a girl to keep up with me either. I'm lucky my sister is sexy as hell and so are you Mom." I replied. Next morning at breakfast, the kitchen being the only non aunty sex room, we sat chatting as we ate. Clara had a look that said I was getting pounced on as soon as I was done, Mom noticed and sorry laughed. "You're looking at your brother like a lion stalking a meal, Maria let him eat his breakfast sweetie." Said Mom. "Oh its his own fault, he's been teasing me all morning." Monika Replied Clara with a smile. "Did you hear about Lisa next door? Her husband vanished, well it took Bhabhi her 3 years to move on but she was like the rest of us and took nothing for granted, including the 2 delivery guys that were bringing her new washer. She had trained Maria knowing Monika that this would be big sorry part of her mission. Make that Bhabhi your area of study going forward.” When her husband didn't move she jerked the strap again. My back arched. Instead, they went back inside, turned down a hall and before she knew it Bethany was closing the door and throwing the privacy bolt behind them. Lust overcame aunty him as he plunged in and out of his daughter. I heard you masturbating.” It pulsed in my shorts, the front of my skirt twitching with the movement. ‘Issy. I feel like a little lesbian fuckdoll, maybe with a new fuckdoll name like Candy Twat or Bitch. The head of Lisa's clitoris was almost as big around as the tip of John's middle finger. Michael had knocked.