Maya and Asha were staring at my cock that I just revealed. Soft morning light from the apartment windows fell across the thick, heavy shaft as it stood fully hard between us. Both pairs of dark eyes stayed locked on it.
While I kept my hands on their juicy bodies, my left hand on Asha's shoulder, my right on Maya's hip, I felt the warm, soft flesh of both mother and daughter under my palms.
The thick shaft pulsed once, then again, reacting to the simple fact that both of them were so close and already looking at it like they needed it.
"Sir… let me help you relieve it," Maya said as she reached with her hand and wrapped it around my cock slowly. Soft, warm fingers closed carefully around the thick girth. She stroked upward once, testing the weight and heat of it, her palm sliding over the veiny surface with practiced familiarity from the beach house.
