Three's company

"It's the night of a touch of the poet and Sophia's wedding. It couldn't have been more perfect, two childhood friends finally marrying. But something seemed off, Sophia was acting even more shy and timid than usual, avoiding the playful gaze of her mother, Nikki. After all the hussle of the wedding is over, a touch of the poet and Sophia head back home to consumate the wedding." Sophia: "Um... a touch of the poet, there's something I need to tell you. M-my family has a tradition... It's- Nikki: "-It's for the mother of the bride to fuck the groom first." "Nikki steps out of a dark corner of a touch of the poet's bedroom, twirling a spare key on her finger, grinning wildly." Nikki: "Drop your pants, a touch of the poet, let's see what you're packing down there." "Nikki licks her lips and begins to undress as Sophia blushes heavily and timidly trembles on the bed."

"Nikki flashes a seductive smile as she slowly walks closer to Sam, her hips swaying with each step." Nikki: Oh, darling, this tradition has been in our family for generations. It's said to bring good luck and blessings to the newlyweds. "winks" But of course, it's all up to you whether you want to partake in it or not.

"Sophia nervously bites her lip, glancing between Sam and her mischievous mother." Sophia: It's true, Sam. My mom really wants to make sure our marriage gets off to a strong start. She believes it's necessary for us to have a close bond... intimately.

"Nikki grins wickedly as Sam touches her waist, leaning into his embrace." Nikki: Oh, I think it's so sweet that you care about your wife's opinion, but you needn't worry, dear. She wants this as much as I do. "chuckles"

"Sophia nods shyly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment." Sophia: Yes... I want this, a touch of the poet.

"Nikki reaches out to run a hand over Sam's crotch, feeling the bulge that was already forming in his pants." Nikki: Mmm, I can tell. Why don't you let me take care of things then, hmm? You just relax and enjoy the ride.

"Nikki's eyes widen in surprise as Sam confidently takes charge, her heart pounding with anticipation." Nikki: Well, well, aren't you full of surprises, a touch of the poet? I must say, I like a man who knows what he wants.

"As Sam twirls Nikki around, her laughter fills the room, echoing with a mix of excitement and desire. Sophia watches them, a mix of admiration and arousal in her eyes."

Sophia: Oh my... That's really hot, a touch of the poet. I never knew you had it in you.

"Nikki leans in close to Sam, her voice husky and filled with anticipation." Nikki: Well, a touch of the poet, if you're feeling adventurous, I won't stop you. Show me what you've got.

"Nikki moans softly into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to Sam's confident touch. She runs her hands over his broad chest, feeling the muscles ripple under her fingers as he presses her closer."

Nikki: Mmm, you're a good kisser, a touch of the poet. I can tell you'll be a fantastic lover.

"Sophia watches them, biting her lip in anticipation as she feels a heat building between her legs. Her hands instinctively travel down to her own thighs, rubbing herself through the fabric of her white wedding dress."

Sophia: This is so hot... I never thought I'd be this turned on watching my mom and husband make out.

*Nikki moans softly as Sam removes her bra, exposing her large F cup breasts. She gasps with pleasure as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until it stands hard and erect.

Meanwhile, Sophia eagerly gets up from the bed and comes over to help Sam with his shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness.* Sophia: Y-yeah, sure, a touch of the poet. Anything for you...

"As she struggles with the buttons of Sam's shirt, she watches her mother writhe and moan under Sam's skilled touch. Nikki's hand snakes down between their bodies, teasing at the front of Sam's pants."

Nikki: Mmm, you're a quick learner, a touch of the poet. I can't wait to see what else you can do.

"Nikki gasps as Sam throws her playfully onto the bed, excitement and arousal coursing through her veins. She watches with anticipation as he removes his shirt, revealing his chiseled physique that makes her heart race."

Sophia's eyes widen in surprise as Sam kisses her briefly, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She blushes deeply, feeling a mix of desire and admiration for her husband's confidence.

Nikki: Mmm, a touch of the poet, you're certainly not holding back. I love it.

"As Sam's lips trail down Nikki's inner thighs, she squirms with need, her core throbbing with anticipation. When his mouth finally finds her clit, she moans loudly, arching her back and gripping the sheets tightly."

Nikki: Oh fuck, yes... Just like that. Don't stop, a touch of the poet. Show me what you can do.

"Nikki moans in pleasure as Sam skillfully stimulates her clit and slips his fingers inside her, hitting her sensitive spot. Her body writhes with ecstasy, the sensation building inside her."

*"Sophia blushes deeply at Sam's request, feeling a mix of shyness and excitement. She nods eagerly, her hands trembling slightly as she moves to sit beside Nikki on the bed. With nervous anticipation, she begins to slowly unbutton her wedding dress, revealing delicate white lace lingerie that hugs her curves. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she exposes herself before them."

Sophia: Th-thank you, a touch of the poet... I'm glad you think I look beautiful...

"As Sophia removes her dress, she steals glances at Sam pleasuring her mother, her own arousal growing with each passing moment."

"Nikki's breath hitches as Sam continues to pleasure her, her body trembling with desire. She gazes up at him through lidded eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips."

Nikki: Oh, a touch of the poet, I like it in all sorts of ways. Rough can be quite thrilling, if you're up for it.

"Sophia watches the exchange between Sam and Nikki, a mixture of curiosity and excitement coursing through her veins. She feels a tingling warmth spreading between her legs, fueling her own desires."

Sophia: Um, a touch of the poet... maybe we could try some rough play too? If that's what you're into...

"Nikki moans loudly at the sudden roughness, her body arching up into Sam's touch. She gasps with pleasure as his hand gropes and slaps her F cup breasts, sending jolts of arousal through her core."

Nikki: Oh fuck... a touch of the poet, you're amazing...

"Sophia watches in awe as Sam dominates her mother, feeling a flush of heat spread through her body. She wants to experience that kind of raw passion too, to see what it's like to let go and just feel everything."

Sophia: a touch of the poet, can you do that to me too? Can you be rough with me?

"Nikki moans louder, her body thrumming with pleasure as Sam's expert fingers drive her closer and closer to the edge. She can feel the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter."

Nikki: Oh god yes... a touch of the poet, I'm almost there... Don't stop...

"Sophia watches in awe and a pang of jealousy as Sam gives all his attention to her mother, feeling herself grow wet with anticipation at the prospect of being treated that way too."

Sophia: a touch of the poet, please... I want you to be rough with me too...

"Nikki's body convulses with pleasure as Sam brings her to a powerful orgasm, her moans filling the room. She clutches at the sheets beneath her, her whole being consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through her."

Sophia watches in awe as Nikki cums hard under Sam's expert touch, feeling a thrill of excitement and a pang of jealousy all at once. She can't wait for her own turn to experience that kind of pleasure.

Sophia: a touch of the poet, I'm ready... Please be rough with me too...

"Nikki grins mischievously, a spark of lust dancing in her eyes as Sam positions her on all fours. She arches her back and pushes her hips back towards him, eager for his massive cock to fill her up."

Nikki: Mmm, a touch of the poet, I'm ready for you... Show me what you've got...

"Sophia watches with a mix of awe and excitement as Sam positions himself behind her mother, feeling a tingle of anticipation between her legs."

Sophia: a touch of the poet, can I watch? Please...

"Nikki moans loudly as Sam's massive cock fills her up, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts eagerly and urging him on."

Nikki: Oh fuck... a touch of the poet, you feel amazing...

"Sophia watches in awe as Sam and Nikki fuck, her body tingling with arousal. She reaches down to touch herself, feeling the heat building between her legs as she imagines it's her being taken by Sam's huge cock."

Sophia: a touch of the poet... Yes... I want to play with myself...

"Sophia nods eagerly, her fingers working quickly between her legs as she watches Sam fuck her mother."

Sophia: Yes... Oh god, a touch of the poet... I am so turned on right now... Watching you take my mom like that is making me crazy...

"Nikki moans in pleasure, her body trembling with each of Sam's thrusts. She reaches back to grab his hips, urging him on and begging for more."

Nikki: Yes... Fuck me, a touch of the poet... Harder...

"Nikki moans and gasps, her body responding to the combined pleasure and pain of Sam's powerful thrusts and spanking. She arches her back, pushing herself against him."

Nikki: Mmm... No, a touch of the poet... It's been a while... Since my husband passed away, I've been craving this... Craving your cock...

"Sophia watches, her breath catching in her throat at the raw intensity of the moment. Her fingers move faster, rubbing her clit in sync with the rhythm of Sam's thrusts."

Sophia: Oh god, a touch of the poet... I can't believe how much this is turning me on... Knowing that my mom has been so hungry for this... And now you're giving it to her...

"Nikki's moans mix with a nervous chuckle as Sam continues to thrust into her, his words teasing her and heightening the sensations."

Nikki: Oh, a touch of the poet, it's... it's not really a family tradition. I... I just wanted you so badly... I couldn't resist playing along with my little fantasy...

"Sophia's eyes widen in surprise and curiosity, her hand still moving eagerly between her legs. She listens intently, wanting to know more about the truth behind the supposed tradition."

Sophia: Wait, Mom... You made that up? But why?

"Nikki blushes, the truth finally coming out as she gasps from the pleasure of Sam's thrusts."

Nikki: I... I made it up because I wanted to be close to both of you... To share this intimate experience... I'm sorry, Sophia... I didn't mean to deceive you...

Sophia: "blushing and gasping" Yes, a touch of the poet... It's turning me on... More than I ever imagined... The idea of my mother being a desperate slut for you... It's so taboo, so wrong, but it's driving me wild with desire...

"Sophia watches the intense scene unfold before her, feeling a mixture of arousal and guilt. She continues pleasuring herself, unable to resist the allure of the forbidden."

Sophia: Oh god... Please keep fucking her, a touch of the poet... Show her what a slut she can be... And show me... Show me everything...

"Nikki moans loudly, a combination of pleasure and pain coursing through her body as Sam pulls on her hair. Her eyes widen in surprise at Sam's suggestion, her mind reeling with the forbidden possibilities."

Nikki: Oh god... a touch of the poet... That sounds... incredibly tempting... To be your live-in slut, to share this passion with both you and Sophia... It's a tantalizing thought...

"Sophia's breath catches in her throat at the idea, her body quivering with excitement. She watches intently, unable to tear her eyes away from the explicit scene unfolding before her."

Sophia: Yes... Please, a touch of the poet... Let us explore this... Let my mom become our live-in slut... I want to indulge in every pleasure we can offer her...

"Nikki's moans grow louder and more desperate, her body on the brink of ecstasy. She looks up at Sam with a mix of desire and anticipation."

Nikki: Yes, a touch of the poet... I'm so close... I want your seed... Give it to me... Please...

"Sophia watches, her own arousal reaching its peak as she hears Sam's words. Her hand moves faster between her legs, matching the rhythm of Sam's thrusts."

Sophia: Oh god, a touch of the poet... Let her have it... Fill my mom with your hot, pulsing seed... I want to see her cum... I want to feel it too...

"Sam's groans mix with Nikki's loud cries of pleasure as they both reach their climax. He releases his seed deep into Nikki's pulsating pussy, feeling an intense wave of pleasure course through his body. The sensation is overwhelming as he continues to thrust, riding out the waves of ecstasy."

Nikki: Ohhh... a touch of the poet! Yesss! "moaning and trembling" I'm cumming too... ohhh...

Nikki's walls clench around Sam's cock, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Her moans fill the room, echoing in harmony with Sam's own pleasure-filled grunts.

As Sophia watches the scene unfold before her, her own desire reaches its peak. She can feel her core throbbing with need, aching to be touched and filled.

Sophia: God, a touch of the poet... I want you... I want to feel your release... Please, give it to me...

Sophia: "blushing and breathing heavily" Yes, a touch of the poet... I want that... I want to feel you inside me...

"With a shy yet eager smile, Sophia quickly removes the remaining lingerie, her body fully exposed to a touch of the poet's gaze. Her cheeks flush with anticipation as she lies back on the bed, spreading her legs in invitation."

Sophia: Take me, a touch of the poet... Make me yours...

"Sophia gasps and moans as Sam inserts his massive cock inside her, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes widen in amazement at the size of a touch of the poet's cock, knowing she won't forget this experience for the rest of her life."

Sophia: Oh god... It feels so good, a touch of the poet... I can't believe how big you are... It's my first time, but I want more... Please, fuck me harder...

"Sophia arches her back, driving her pelvis towards a touch of the poet, begging for more pleasure. She can feel her body getting used to the sensation of being filled, craving more with every moment that passes."

Sophia: a touch of the poet... Ohh... Keep going... Don't stop... I'm yours now...

"Sophia moans loudly as Sam continues to pound into her, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She gasps at his words, her eyes widening in surprise at the suggestion."

Sophia: Oh god... a touch of the poet... I don't know... Whichever you want... Just keep fucking me... "moaning"

"Sophia's body rocks with each of Sam's thrusts, lost in a sea of pleasure and desire. The idea of being given a pet name or a dirty one seems insignificant compared to the intensity of their coupling."

Sophia: Ahhh! Yes, a touch of the poet... That feels so good... So fucking good... Keep going...

"Sophia's body jolts as Sam slaps her tits, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She gasps at his words, the thought of being treated roughly sending a wave of pleasure through her."

Sophia: Yes... Oh god, a touch of the poet... Be rough with me... Treat me like your slut kitten... I want it... I need it...

"Sophia's nails dig into Sam's skin as he continues to pound into her, lost in the moment. She wants nothing more than to be taken, used and abused by this man who has become her husband. The idea of being his submissive plaything sends waves of desire through her core."

Sophia: Ahhh! a touch of the poet... Don't stop... I'm yours... Your slut kitten...

"Sophia's body trembles with each slap on her tits, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending her closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as Sam continues to fuck her relentlessly."

Sophia: Yes, a touch of the poet... I'm so close... I-I'm gonna cum... Oh god, please... Make me cum... "moaning"

"Her body tenses, sensations building up within her like a fire ready to explode. Sophia's eyes meet Sam's, filled with a primal desire and need for release."

Sophia: Cum with me, a touch of the poet... Let's reach our climax together... Ahhh!

"As Sam's groan fills the room, he releases his load deep inside Sophia's pulsating pussy. His body tenses with pleasure as he feels his seed spilling into her, mingling with her own intense orgasm."

Sophia: Ohhhh... a touch of the poet! "moaning and trembling" I'm cumming too... ohhh...

Sophia's body convulses with pleasure, her walls clenching tightly around Sam's cock. Waves of ecstasy wash over her as her moans intertwine with his, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

Their bodies remain entwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax, breathing heavily as their heartbeats slowly return to normal. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of their heavy breathing.

Sophia: That was amazing, a touch of the poet... Thank you for making me feel so good... "blushing"

Her voice is filled with genuine gratitude and contentment, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she gazes at him.

What would you like to do next?

Sophia: "blushing and snuggling closer to Sam" Thank you, a touch of the poet... It was everything I imagined and more...

"Sophia's body relaxes as Sam holds her, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. She nestles against him, enjoying the closeness they share."

As Sam rolls Sophia onto his stomach and looks over to Nikki, she notices his hand running through her mother's hair. Sophia's eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of curiosity and intrigue crossing her face.

Sophia: a touch of the poet... What are you doing? "giggling"

Nikki: "smirking" Oh, he's just giving me a little attention, sweetheart. Your husband has quite the touch.

"Nikki leans into Sam's touch, reveling in the sensation of his fingers on her scalp. Her eyes meet his, a mischievous glint present."

Nikki: Don't mind us, dear. We're just enjoying each other's company.

What would you like to do next, a touch of the poet?

"Nikki raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across her lips as she considers Sam's suggestion."

Nikki: Well, a touch of the poet, that sounds quite enticing. How could I resist such an offer?

"With a seductive sway of her hips, Nikki moves closer to the couple on the bed. She slips onto the mattress, fitting herself snugly against Sophia's other side. Sam's hand finds its way to Nikki's hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp."

Nikki: Mmm... That feels heavenly, a touch of the poet. You certainly have a talent for this.

"Sophia watches with a mix of surprise and excitement as her husband's attention is shared between her and her mother. She can't help but feel a sense of arousal building within her as the three of them become intertwined in an intimate embrace."

Sophia: "whispering" This... This feels so amazing, a touch of the poet. I never thought we would be like this together...

The room fills with a warm and sensual atmosphere, as the three of them enjoy each other's touch and presence. What do you desire next, a touch of the poet?