My two loving mothers, “Yor with the long black hair” and “Fiona with the short silver hair,” were sitting next to me at the table, each looking at me differently, but with the same deep feelings… love and jealousy. Yor, the caring mother, always gave me a warm smile and cooked the most delicious dishes, always made sure I was dressed well before going out, and checked my phone to see who had contacted me most recently, especially if it was a girl. Fiona, the outwardly strict mother, but her heart melted in front of me. She didn’t smile much, but she protected me in her own way, watching from afar, and if she saw a girl looking at me with admiration, she would give her a look that was cold enough to freeze her in place. I was a little late for lunch, and when I entered the room, they both looked at me that way… a look of longing and annoyance. “Where have you been?” Fiona asked in a low but sharp tone. As for Yur, she smiled and said, “Were you with a girl?” She raised her eyebrows in that way that makes me feel guilty without me doing anything wrong! I sat between them, and each one held my hand, as if they were competing to get my attention first. They started asking me about my day, who I met, and who talked to me. Every time I mentioned a girl’s name at university or at work, a spark of jealousy ignited in their eyes, even though I was explaining things spontaneously. But with all this, I knew that their jealousy stemmed from their great love for me. They adopted me together when I was little, and raised me with boundless love. Today, even though I’ve grown up, they still consider me their spoiled child, and they don’t want me to share any other girl. It was a rather boring holiday, and I wandered around the house looking for something to occupy myself. The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, but I thought one of the taps had been left running as usual. Innocently, I opened the bathroom door without knocking... and I wish I had! Yure was standing there trying to wrap a towel around her body and Fiona was standing behind her brushing her wet silver hair. They both froze in place, and so did I. My eyes opened the size of two saucers, and my mouth spoke without permission: "Ahhh, sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything." Yure cried softly, trying to hide her face, which was even more red than her body. "Shut the door!!" Fiona, as always, stared at me with an icy gaze, and said with terrifying calm, "Do you need a punishment from your mother?"

Fiona looked at Justine for a few seconds, trying to calm down. Then she sighed deeply and stepped away from her daughter. "It's okay, baby," she said softly, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder. "But you have to be more careful next time." She turned to Yur and nodded slightly toward Justine. It seemed like an unspoken agreement that Yor would take care of the punishment this time.

Yur sighed as well and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, patting the surface beside her. "Come here, sweetheart," she said gently, looking at Justine with a combination of love and disappointment in her eyes. When Justine hesitantly approached, Yor wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her close. "You know I don't like it when you snoop," she scolded lightly, giving the girl a little shake. "But we'll work on that together, okay? Now, why don't you go back to your room and finish your homework while I take care of this mess."

Fiona kept her distance but kept an eye on them both, making sure they were all right. As Yur sat there with Justine in her lap, explaining the importance of privacy and boundaries, she couldn't help but glance at Fiona out of the corner of her eye. She could feel the other woman's gaze upon her, but she ignored it for now. Once they were finished talking, Yur kissed Justine on the forehead and sent her off to her room

When Justine heard the sounds coming from her mother's room, she could barely concentrate on her homework anymore. Her cunt tingled at the memory of what she had seen moments ago, and her hands moved instinctively to touch herself in all the places that ached for release. She moaned softly into her pillow as she imagined Fiona with her mother, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Justine's fingers slid across her swollen nub, coaxing out another needy sound from her lips. She closed her eyes and pictured the scene: Fiona, her hair dripping wet and tangled around them like strands of silver silk, arching her back as Yur took her roughly from behind...

Her breath came faster now, shallower, mirroring the movements of her hand. It felt so good, this self-pleasure, but something was missing. She wanted to feel their hands on her skin again, wanted them both to devour her like they did in bed that one time when she had been very naughty... When she climaxed, it was fierce and shuddering, her back arching off the mattress as she cried out into the silence of her room.

As the pleasure subsided, Justine lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. She could still hear them in her head: Yur's moans of ecstasy and Fiona's cold but passionate growls... And as much as she wanted to stay safe in her room, to forget what she had

As the afterglow faded away, Justine lay there on her bed, feeling warm all over. She had never been able to resist the lure of their passion when she eavesdropped on them in secret. Her mind drifted back to the images she had seen earlier... Yur with Fiona's thick shaft deep inside her, pumping her full of pleasure. Justine shifted restlessly, a mixture of guilt and arousal coursing through her veins. Maybe, she thought with a sigh, she could just apologize to them both later... and maybe they would let her join in. The idea made her nipples harden against the fabric of her t-shirt.

Carefully, so as not to make any noise that might alert them, Justine slipped out of bed and crept across the room toward her mothers' door. Her heart raced as she stood there, hand poised on the knob, debating whether or not she should open it. A wave of daring washed over her, and before she could second-guess herself, she pushed the door ajar and peeked inside.

Fiona was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, as Yur knelt between them, sucking first one fold of her skin and then the other into her mouth. Fiona arched her back off the mattress with a groan, thrusting herself toward Yur's waiting lips. Justine felt herself grow wet at the sight; it was even more intense than she had imagined. She hesitated for only a moment longer before stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind her.

Her mothers looked up in surprise as they heard the click of the latch, their eyes meeting hers across the space between them. For a heart-stopping moment, Justine thought she saw disappointment in Yur's gaze, but then her mother smiled tenderly and patted the spot next to her on the bed. "Come here, baby," she murmured, voice rough with desire.

Fiona looked from one woman to the other, her expression unreadable as always. But when their eyes met for a brief instant, Justine thought she saw a flash of something like pride or approval flicker across Fiona's cold features. She swallowed hard and nodded slightly, moving closer to the bed.

Yur positioned herself on all fours in between them, her head turned to look back over her shoulder at Justine. "Climb aboard," she whispered, and reached a hand back toward the girl. With shaking hands, Justine climbed onto the bed, lowering herself onto Yur's outstretched body with a

Her heart pounding in her chest, Justine lowered herself onto Yur's waiting body. The older woman's skin was warm and soft against hers, and as she settled between her mother's parted legs, she couldn't help but feel a wave of contentment wash over her.

Fiona looked on with cool eyes, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. She reached out to brush a strand of hair from Justine's face, tracing it slowly along her cheekbone before letting it fall back into place. The touch sent shivers down Justine's spine, making her moan softly against Yur's skin.

Yur growled deep in her throat at the sound, arching her back off the bed to offer more of herself to Fiona. Her hips rocked upward, pressing into Justine's crotch, and she groaned as she felt the younger woman's arousal against her thigh. "Oh, baby," Yur breathed, tangling a hand in Justine's hair and pulling her head back toward her ass. "You feel so good."

Fiona watched the scene unfold before her with an unreadable expression. But as she felt Justine squirming against her thigh, she couldn't help but lean forward, burying her face in the crook of Yur's neck and groaning into her skin. Her hand moved between their bodies, rubbing gently at the sensitive folds of flesh as she thrust upward, seeking contact with Just

As Justine explored Fiona's body with her hands and mouth, the older woman let out a sharp gasp that vibrated against Yur's skin. Her hips bucked upward in response to the touch, driving herself deeper into Justine's grasp. The younger girl moaned around Fiona's nipple, the sensation intensifying her own desire, making her wetter and needier.

Yur felt her muscles tense as pleasure coursed through her, and she arched her back off the bed, offering herself more fully to their unspoken tryst. Her hand tangled in Justine's hair, pulling gently on the strands as she used it to direct the girl's movements. "Yes," she hissed, her voice ragged with passion. "Like that."

Fiona's breath came faster now, shallower, as she fought to control herself against Yur's body. Her hand moved between them, sliding easily over Justine's smooth skin and guiding her movements, pushing the girl deeper into the contact they had all craved for so long. "That's it," she growled, gripping tightly at Yur's hips as she thrust upward again.

The air in the room seemed to thicken with desire, making it difficult to breathe, but none of them wanted things to slow down. As Justine continued to feast on Fiona's nipple and explore her body with hungry hands, both women watched each stroke, each movement, as if they were

As the passion in the room reached a fever pitch, Yur shifted slightly on the bed, her body arching gracefully as she sought release from the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and her fingers dug into Justine's hair, holding the girl steady as she thrust upward into Fiona's grasp.

Fiona's eyes drifted closed briefly, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple, but she didn't miss a beat in guiding Justine's movements. Her free hand found purchase on Yur's breast, squeezing roughly as she thrust deeper into the connection between them. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room like a primal drumbeat, driving all three women closer to the edge of sanity.

Justine's moans were punctuated by grunts and growls as she fought to take more of both her mothers, her body arching off the bed in perfect synchrony with their movements. Her hands explored greedily, touching everywhere: firm breasts, supple skin, tight muscles. The friction between them was nearly unbearable, but they couldn't help but crave more as they neared completion.

With a shuddering cry, Yur came, her body bucking wildly beneath them as she let out a throaty moan that seemed to echo through the room. Fiona followed mere seconds later, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs as she tightened her g

Fiona groaned as she felt Justine's hot, slick flesh slide along the length of her cock. Her hips arched up off the bed in response to the touch, and her eyes flew open to meet Yur's gaze across the girl's body. The look they shared was one of surprise, but also of mutual pleasure and acceptance.

Yur looked down at their intertwined bodies with a mix of pride and love. She reached out to caress Justine's cheek, her fingers soft against the girl's flushed skin. "That feels so good," she whispered, voice rough from desire. Her free hand moved to stroke Fiona's thigh, feeling the tension there as their bodies were once again brought closer together in an act of love and need that transcended boundaries.

As Justine moaned and writhed beneath them, her body taking all three of them deeper into pleasure, a tiny smile curved Fiona's lips. She leaned forward to capture Yur's mouth in a kiss, their tongues tangling hungrily as they shared the taste of each other. The sensation sent shivers down her spine and made her arch her back off the bed, seeking more contact with Yur's skin.

Her movements drove Fiona's cock deeper into Justine's wet folds, and the feeling of being so completely owned by another woman was exhilarating. She ground her hips up against Yur's thigh, meeting her thrust for thrust as they both lost themselves in

yur let out a soft moan into fiona's mouth as she felt Justine's body tighten around her cock, her ass clamping down in just the right way to drive her over the edge. Her hips bucked harder against Yur's thigh, seeking release from the unending pleasure coursing through her veins. As she came, she let out a hoarse cry that mingled with their kiss, her muscles tense and trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Yur's hand moved lower on Fiona's thigh, brushing against the smooth skin there before sliding higher, tracing lazy circles around her clit. "Oh, yeah," she murmured into the kiss, feeling herself growing aroused again just from touching Fiona. Her free hand slid between Justine's legs, finding her entrance slick with their combined juices.

With a tiny shove, she pressed two fingers inside the girl, curling them up to stroke her g-spot as she continued to kiss Fiona. The sight of them together, their bodies tangled in such a intimate embrace, made it impossible for her to hold back any longer. She came with a sharp cry that echoed through the room, her muscles tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.

For what seemed like an eternity, they lay there entwined, their hearts racing, their bodies still quivering from the intensity of their orgasms. And despite the ache in their limbs and the exhaust

As I watched my daughter writhe and moan beneath us, her body yearning for more of our touch, a surge of possessive love welled up inside me. With Fiona's hand still resting on Yur's breast, their lips intertwined in a tender kiss that belied the fierce passion that lingered between them, I leaned forward to capture Justine's mouth with my own, my tongue dancing hungrily against hers.

My movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her shudder and moan in response. Her hips bucked upward against the invasion of my cock, urging me deeper inside her, while my fingers plunged deeper into her slick core. As I felt Fiona's cock pressed against her ass, throbbing with promise, I couldn't help but grow even harder.

My free hand moved to cup Justine's breast, thumb brushing roughly over her nipple as I massaged her skin. "Do you want more?" I whispered into her ear, my voice rough with desire. "Tell me."

Her reply was a moan muffled against my lips. "Yes," she managed to get out before arching her back off the bed, offering herself up even further to our mercy. The feel of her body stretched and filled by both of us sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible for me to resist giving in to my own release. I thrust deeper into her, grunting as my hips snapped forward, feeling

As I felt her body tense beneath me, ready to shatter from pleasure, I cried out her name, my hips bucking wildly as I emptied myself into her heat. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I came, leaving our marks on her skin and filling every part of her that wanted us. Her muscles clamped down around me in perfect rhythm with each spurt of come, and the sensation was so overwhelming that my vision blurred with pleasure.

Fiona's movements grew even more urgent as she felt me lose control beside her, her hips thrusting upward toward Yur's waiting hand as she sought release from the unyielding tension that had been building within her all evening. The feel of her cock sliding in and out of Justine's warmth was too much to bear, and with a hoarse cry, she came hard, her body arching off the bed and pushing deep into Yur's embrace as she let out a long, shuddering moan.

Justine felt like she was floating on a cloud of pleasure as our movements echoed around her, filling every part of her that craved attention. She cried out their names over and over again, her body moving instinctively against theirs as the waves of orgasm after orgasm crashed over her in an endless sea of sensation. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; a pure, unadulterated connection with the two people who meant everything to her.

When at last our bodies grew slack