Chloe whimpered loudly against my neck, finally pulling her hands away from her face. She turned her head and stared at the scene in front of us — my sister standing there covered in Ethan's load, Ethan casually stroking his slick cock with one hand.
"Oh my god…" Chloe breathed, her voice small and horrified. She scrambled off my lap in a rush, her small bra barely covering her big breasts as she turned toward me. Her cheeks were burning crimson, eyes darting everywhere except at me. "Robbie… I… I should go now. It's getting really late."
I could barely form words. My throat felt tight, my cock still painfully hard from everything I'd just witnessed. "O-okay," I managed.
Chloe hurriedly picked up her nightshirt with shaky fingers, and practically fled toward the door.
"Goodnight." She called back, her footsteps hurried and embarrassed as she disappeared down the hallway.
"Goodnight…" I muttered weakly after her.
Meanwhile, Bella and Ethan were still locked in their heated dispute, voices rising louder by the second. I could barely focus on their argument anymore. My eyes drifted away from my cum-covered sister and landed on Mom instead. I had completely forgotten about her in the chaos of watching Bella jerk Ethan off.
What the hell was happening?
Mom was leaned back heavily against Max's broad chest, her massive F-cup breasts rising and falling with deep, labored breaths like she was struggling to get enough air. Her beautiful face was flushed a deep, sinful red that spread all the way down her neck and across the tops of her overflowing cleavage. Her full lips were parted slightly, and her eyes looked half-lidded in a dreamy, dazed sort of way. The tight red qipao clung to her curves, the high slits riding up dangerously on her thick thighs.
Max's hand had disappeared completely under the fabric between her bare legs, and both of Mom's own hands were pressed tightly over his, holding him right there.
I couldn't see exactly what was going on beneath the red silk, but the way her hips kept twitching in small, subtle movements and the faint, soft, wet sounds I could barely hear told me something was definitely happening. She looked like she was floating on the edge of something intense, her body trembling every few seconds.
"Mom… are you okay?" I asked, stepping closer with real worry tightening in my chest.
Mom blinked slowly, like it took effort just to focus on me.
"I'm… fine, honey." she managed between heavy, shaky breaths. Her voice came out husky and broken, almost like she was trying to sound normal but failing. "Whose turn is next?"
Before I could say anything else, Bella's voice exploded across the room like a bomb. "Fuck you and fuck this stupid game! I'm done with all of you!"
She stormed off in a rage, still drunk and furious, not even bothering to pick up her discarded dress from the floor. She marched toward her bedroom in nothing but her strapless bra and those tight double-waist panties that hugged her firm, round ass like a second skin. Her ass cheeks swayed hypnotically with every angry step, the thin fabric wedged slightly between them. She didn't look back once before slamming her door shut with a loud bang that echoed through the house.
Max chuckled softly behind Mom, his voice low and calm. "I think the game is over for tonight."
Mom looked around groggily, still panting softly. "What? Did everyone leave already?"
"I was having… so… hic… much fun…" Her body gave another small tremble as Max's hidden hand moved again under her qipao. She didn't pull away. If anything, she seemed to press back against him a little more.
Max stood up carefully, supporting her weight like she might fall without him.
Even drunk and clearly out of it, Mom still had a little bit of her usual graceful presence. She smiled dreamily, her voice soft and affectionate. "I can't lie… I had a really great night tonight. You boys really know how to make a party memorable."
I forced a weak smile, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling growing in my stomach. "Mom, you should go sleep now."
"Aww, my sweet baby." she cooed, stepping forward unsteadily. She pulled me into a quick, warm hug and planted a wet, lingering smooch on my cheek. For that brief moment, the familiar scent of her perfume and the softness of her body made some of the night's craziness fade.
Max smiled smoothly, his voice low and reassuring as he looked at Mom. "I should get you to your room now, Mrs. Elena. You've had a long night."
He took her hand gently, almost tenderly, his large fingers wrapping around hers. Mom didn't resist at all. Instead, she let out a soft, tipsy giggle and leaned into him even more.
"Oh, you guys are so sweet." she murmured, her voice warm and slurry with alcohol and something much needier. "It's getting late too… you boys should just stay here tonight. No need to drive after all that wine."
Ethan grinned from beside me. "That's a great idea. We'll take you up on that."
Mom nodded happily, still flushed and breathing a little too fast. "You guys can stay in the guest room. There's plenty of space… hic… make yourselves comfortable."
Max didn't waste any time. He wrapped one strong arm around her thin waist, pulling her closer against his body. She moved after him without a second thought, her body pressing willingly against his side as they started walking toward the hallway. Her massive F-cup breasts jiggled heavily with every unsteady step, barely contained by the tight red dress, the deep cleavage on full display.
His hand rested possessively on her hip, fingers digging slightly into the soft curve through the thin silk. The high slits of her qipao rode up dangerously as they walked, flashing the smooth, bare skin of her thick thighs and the lower curve of her ass. I could see the way her hips swayed more than usual, brushing against him with every step. She looked completely oblivious, or maybe just too drunk and horny to care, as Max guided her like she already belonged to him.
Max glanced back at me over his shoulder. "Rob, I should take your mom to her room. She's pretty wasted right now."
He turned to leave before I could even process it fully.
"But—" I started, my voice weak and hesitant. The words died in my throat as I watched them move down the hallway together.
Ethan clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder, squeezing once with that same casual confidence he always had. "Relax, bro. Get some sleep. We'll just put your mom to bed so don't worry about anything. We'll head to the guest room right after that. Good night, man."
He gave me a lazy wave, flashing one last smirk before turning and following Max and Mom down the corridor.
An unease coiled tight and heavy in my gut. Something felt seriously wrong about this. But after this long, insane night exhaustion crashed over me like a heavy blanket. My head was spinning. My body felt drained. The mix of jealousy, arousal, and guilt had worn me out completely.
I rubbed my tired face with both hands and finally dragged myself back to my own room.
To be continued...
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