We didn’t want to involve props, dress-up costumes, or other people. We didn’t want to work our way through the Kama Sutra or break any world reco...ds. We didn’t need to travel to faraway, exotic places to ignite our spark; our lust was never defined by location.If I had to describe our sex, I would use the word ‘primal’. A beautifully simplistic connection between two people, two bodies, two spirits. A space where masculine and feminine energy combines and combusts. An instinctive flow of. Mmm.”I leaned back and smiled. A smile of contentment. I had just fucked both of my mothers and they had loved it. Loved me. The only negative thought I had in my mind was that my knees felt they had been rubbed raw by the carpet.Note to self, beds are far better than carpets.Laughter filled my head. The damned djinn. I didn’t even know he was there, I had not heard from him during these sexual interludes.“You didn’t need my help, bro.”*Bro? Where was he learning this stuff?”Mom and I did not. I quickly slipped my fingers out of my tunnel entrance and massaged my hugelyswollen inner labial lips, rubbing my juices into the smooth, fascinating andcomplex layers as I explored their soft, warm flesh. Then I moved on. I slidthem up and around the outside of the delicate hood that tried in vain to protectmy clit from my fingers' slow, inexorable advance. Then, shaking uncontrollably,I squeezed my fingers down and together, pressing my wet, slippery hood overmy engorged, erect clitoris. I. His fondling became more eager, and less cautious.He gradually undid more buttons eventually pulling my jumper up and over my tits. The more I edged, the more difficult it was to stop myself coming. During one of these moments, teetering the precipice of orgasm , the man in front stood up quite suddenly. As he did, he glanced over his shoulder in our direction. It was dark of course, apart from the flickering light from the screen, so I’ve no idea exactly what he could see, if anything. We both.