I thrust forward, pushing her up a little. Sal pushed back, getting deeper in her ass. We went back and forth like this, one of us going in while the other pulled back. The fourth or fifth time that Sal pushed forward, I felt Mama’s tits against my chest. I’d felt them before, of course, but this time I actually noticed them. “Hey, Sal, you may have gotten both holes, but I’m getting her pussy and her tits at the same time.”
“Isn’t it amazing going into the same pussy you came out of?” Sal asked.
“It’s surreal,” I said. “When I was eating her, I was thinking how cool it would be if I had a Fantastic Voyage-type adventure, but entering that way.” We kept fucking her and soon, I had an idea. I waited for Sal to pull back, and I didn’t push forward. Instead, I let him push again, and I did the same.
“Oh, God!” Mama cried.
“Oh, shit!” Sal said. We continued to go in and out in unison. Our dicks didn’t actually touch each other, but I could feel when he was coming forward, and it was almost like a gay-but-not-gay brotherly moment.
“Keep doing that,” Mama moaned. “Oh, you boys love your Mama, don’t you?”
“Of course we do,” Sal said.
Her tone didn’t change. “And you love each other, don’t you?”
I started to worry. “What are you getting at, Mama?”
“Nothing. Just that you both seem to be enjoying doing this together.”
“Well, yeah,” I said.
“Sure,” Sal added.
“So, if you love me and you love each other, then just keep doing what we’re doing, and don’t worry about the implications. I always told your dad I wasn’t just heterosexual, I was Daryl-sexual. We’re all just family and we love each other.”
She’d distracted me but not Sal. “Gosh, Mama, you always just know just what to say. I really do love you.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
“I love you, too, Mama,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. I opened my mouth to use the tongue.
Before Mama could decide whether to reciprocate, Sal complained. “No fair!”
“I would have done the same if you asked for it,” Mama told him, and she opened her mouth for me. The way our tongues felt got me to start fucking her in earnest again. She wrapped her arms around me. Sal wrapped his arms as far as he could around the two of us, which meant I could feel his hands just around my back.
I hadn’t noticed before, but Sal’s hands were manicured. Not with polish, but his nails were a lot smoother than I’ve ever tried to get them. He ran them up and down my outer back, and it kept me hard while I fucked Mama. I freed my hands and tried to do the same for him, but he pushed my arm down as soon as my jagged nails touched him. “I appreciate the effort,” he said. We both pushed in, and he announced, “Coming!”
“Me, too!” I shouted.
“Me three,” Mama informed us. Our positions reversed, I held us all together while Sal held Mama closely. “Oh, God … Oh, God,” she moaned.
Out of nowhere, Sal let out a chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Mama asked.
“Next time someone asks me, ‘Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?’ I’ll just say yes.”
I added. “I’ll say, ‘Kiss her? I eat her with it!'”