Teacher, neighbour, brother and mommy

14 year old Jody has a great day with a teacher, her first black cock from her neighbour and her brother before mom claims her

"Mr. Callahan, can I talk to you about something?" Jody bounced on the balls of her white sneakers, her blonde ponytail swinging as she peered up at her teacher with wide, innocent eyes. The classroom was nearly empty, just the lingering scent of chalkdust and the muffled sounds of lockers slamming shut down the hallway.

Mr. Callahan set down his stack of papers, adjusting his glasses as he turned toward her. "Of course, Jody. What's the problem?"

Jody didn't answer with words. Instead, she stepped closer, her small fingers already working at the button of Mr. Callahan's slacks before he could react. "I miss how you feel inside me," she whispered, her voice dripping with eager hunger. His cock sprang free, thick and already hardening against her palm as she squeezed it with practiced familiarity.

Mr. Callahan groaned, his hands settling on her narrow hips. "God, you're such a good girl," he murmured, guiding her backward toward his desk. Jody climbed onto it without hesitation, hiking up her plaid skirt to reveal smooth thighs and the damp cotton of her panties. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, sliding them down just enough to expose her glistening slit before spreading her legs wide. "Hurry," she breathed, arching her back.

He didn't make her wait. Gripping her waist, he lined himself up and pushed forward in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight little cunt. Jody gasped, her nails digging into his forearms as she adjusted to the stretch—her body knew him well, but the first penetration always stole her breath. "Fuck, yes," she whimpered, rolling her hips to meet his slow, deep strokes.

The desk creaked beneath them as Mr. Callahan picked up the pace, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. Jody's moans climbed higher, her legs wrapping around him to pull him deeper. "Touch me," she begged, and he obeyed instantly, his thumb circling her swollen clit while he fucked her. Her back arched off the desk as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, her cries echoing off the classroom walls until she came with a shuddering gasp, her cunt clenching around him.

Jody's breath came in little pants as Mr. Callahan's cock pulsed inside her, his grip tightening on her hips as he groaned through his own climax. She giggled when he pulled out, watching his cum dribble down her smooth thighs before hopping off the desk with practiced ease. "See you tomorrow," she sing-songed, adjusting her panties and smoothing her skirt like nothing had happened—except for the sticky warmth between her legs and the satisfied flush on her cheeks.

The afternoon sun warmed her bare arms as she skipped past the school gates, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders. She took the long way home, humming to herself, her mind already drifting to the next adventure. That's when she spotted him—Mr. Johnson, their black neighbor, kneeling in his front garden, his muscular arms glistening with sweat as he tugged at stubborn weeds. Jody paused, tilting her head. She'd always liked the way his laughter rumbled deep in his chest whenever she waved at him from her yard.

"Hey there, sugar," he called, wiping his brow with the back of his hand when he noticed her lingering by the picket fence. "You look like you could use somethin' cold. Got fresh lemonade inside." His smile was easy, inviting.

Jody didn't hesitate. "Okay!" She pushed open the gate, her sneakers crunching on the gravel path as she followed him inside. The screen door slapped shut behind them, and the dim living room was a welcome relief from the heat. She plopped onto the couch while Mr. Johnson disappeared into the kitchen, returning with two tall glasses clinking with ice.

Jody sipped the lemonade, the tart sweetness making her toes curl against the worn fabric of the couch. Mr. Johnson sat beside her, the weight of him dipping the cushions so her thigh brushed his. She could smell the earthy musk of his skin, mingling with the faint citrus from the drink. "Hot out there," he murmured, watching her over the rim of his glass. His dark eyes flickered down to where her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the soft curve of her inner thigh.

She set her glass down with deliberate slowness, her fingers lingering on the condensation. "Mm-hmm," she agreed, tilting her head to study him back. "You're sweaty." The observation wasn't an accusation—just a fact, delivered with a playful lilt.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, low and warm. "Workin' hard," he said, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. The movement pulled his shirt taut across his broad chest, and Jody didn't miss the way the fabric strained. She reached out, tracing a fingertip along the damp fabric over his pec. His breath hitched, just slightly, and she grinned.

"You're big everywhere, huh?" she mused, her hand drifting lower, over the hard plane of his stomach. She didn't wait for permission—not that she needed it in their world—before her fingers found the waistband of his shorts, slipping beneath to brush against the hot, thick length of him. Mr. Johnson exhaled sharply through his nose, his hips twitching upward into her touch.

Mr. Johnson groaned as Jody's small fingers wrapped around his cock, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the slick head already beading with pre-cum. "Christ, girl," he muttered, his deep voice roughened with want as he spread his thighs wider, giving her room to explore. Jody giggled, delighted by how different he felt compared to Mr. Callahan—thicker, darker, the velvety skin hot against her palm as she stroked him with growing confidence.

"Wanna taste," she murmured, sliding off the couch to kneel between his legs before he could respond. Her blonde ponytail brushed against his knees as she leaned in, her pink tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe from base to tip. Mr. Johnson's fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding—just feeling, as she took him into her mouth with a happy little sigh. She loved this part, the way her lips stretched around unfamiliar girth, the salty tang of him coating her tongue as she bobbed her head. His thighs tensed beneath her hands when she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder.

"Goddamn," he breathed, watching her through half-lidded eyes. "Where'd a little thing like you learn to do that?"

Jody pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him. "Practice," she said simply, before climbing onto his lap in one fluid motion. Her skirt rucked up around her waist as she straddled him, her damp panties grinding against his stomach. Mr. Johnson didn't hesitate—his big hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly as she wiggled her panties down just enough. Then he was lowering her onto him, her tight cunt stretching around his thickness with a gasp that turned into a moan. "Ohhh—" Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she sank all the way down, her body trembling with the delicious burn of being filled so completely.

Jody's breath hitched as Mr. Johnson bottomed out inside her, her thighs quivering against his hips. "Fuck," she whimpered, rolling her pelvis experimentally, the new angle sending sparks up her spine. His grip on her waist tightened, guiding her into a slow, grinding rhythm that had her biting her lip to stifle another moan. The living room air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the only sounds their mingled breathing and the slick slide of skin on skin.

"That's it, baby girl," Mr. Johnson rumbled, his voice rough as gravel. He leaned back against the couch cushions, letting her take control, his dark eyes locked on where their bodies joined—her tiny pink folds stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Jody rocked faster, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "You like that big black cock, don't you?" he teased, thrusting up to meet her movements.

"Yes—yes!" she gasped, her ponytail swaying with each bounce. The pressure built impossibly fast, her earlier orgasm with Mr. Callahan only priming her for more. When Mr. Johnson's thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles, she shattered with a sharp cry, her cunt clenching around him in pulsing waves. He groaned, his hips stuttering as her climax milked him, his release flooding her warmth in thick spurts.

Jody collapsed against his chest, her skin sticky with sweat, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. Mr. Johnson pressed a kiss to her temple, his hands smoothing down her back. "Damn, sugar," he chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her cheek. "You're gonna ruin me for grown women."

Jody giggled, nuzzling against Mr. Johnson's damp shirt as she wiggled her hips just enough to feel the last pulses of his cock twitching inside her. "Good," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone before reluctantly sliding off his lap. His cum trickled down her inner thighs as she tugged her panties back into place, the fabric already soaked through. She grabbed her lemonade, taking a long sip while he adjusted his shorts with a satisfied groan.

The walk home was lazy, her sneakers scuffing against the pavement as she swung her backpack by one strap. The golden afternoon light painted everything warm, and Jody tilted her face toward the sun, savoring the way it kissed her skin. Her body still hummed from the double pleasure of the day—Mr. Callahan’s familiar stretch, Mr. Johnson’s thrilling fullness—and she couldn’t help but skip the last few steps up her driveway.

The house was quiet when she slipped inside, the screen door creaking behind her. She toed off her sneakers in the foyer, padding barefoot down the hallway toward her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open with one finger—only to freeze mid-step.

Her older brother, Liam, was sprawled across her bed, his lanky frame taking up too much space as he thumbed through one of her notebooks. He looked up when the door clicked, his sharp grin widening as he took in her flushed cheeks and mussed uniform. "About time," he drawled, tossing the notebook aside. "I was starting to think you forgot about me."

Jody's breath caught—not in surprise, but in anticipation—as she let her backpack slide off her shoulder to thump onto the floor. Liam's gaze tracked the movement, his grin turning wolfish as she sauntered toward the bed, her hips swaying with deliberate exaggeration. "Like you'd ever let me forget," she teased, perching on the edge of the mattress beside him. The scent of him—sharp citrus shampoo mixed with something darker, muskier—wrapped around her as he shifted to face her fully.

Liam's fingers brushed her knee, tracing idle circles on her skin just above her sock. "You smell like sweat and sex," he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper as his hand slid higher, beneath her skirt. His touch was familiar, possessive, as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric of her panties. "And you're still wet." The observation sent a shiver up her spine, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Maybe I saved some for you," she breathed, nipping his earlobe playfully before pulling back to watch his reaction. Liam's pupils dilated, his grip tightening on her thigh as he dragged her closer until she straddled his lap. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her through his jeans, and Jody rocked against it with a sigh, her arms looping around his neck.

"Greedy little thing," he growled, his hands sliding under her skirt to grip her bare ass, kneading the soft flesh as he ground her against him. The friction made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders as heat pooled low in her belly. Liam didn't waste time—he yanked her panties aside with one hand, his fingers sliding through her slick folds with practiced ease. "Fuck, you're dripping," he muttered, circling her clit in tight, maddening strokes that had her hips jerking forward.

Jody whimpered as Liam's fingers teased her clit, her hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. "Please," she gasped, her breath hitching when he suddenly withdrew his touch. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back with a strength that made her stomach flutter. The mattress dipped under his weight as he knelt between her legs, his jeans already unbuttoned, his cock springing free—thick and flushed, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Look at you," Liam murmured, his gaze raking over her sprawled form. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs with agonizing slowness before tossing them aside. "All fucked out and still begging for more." His thumb brushed her lower lip, and she opened her mouth instinctively, sucking it in with a soft moan. The taste of salt and sweat filled her mouth—Mr. Johnson, she realized, the remnants of him still on Liam's skin. The thought sent a fresh surge of wetness between her thighs.

Liam didn't tease her further. He gripped her hips, pulling her toward him until her ass rested on the edge of the bed, her legs draped over his thighs. Then he leaned down, his breath hot against her folds before his tongue swiped through her slickness in one long, filthy stroke. Jody arched off the bed with a cry, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked into her with greedy, open-mouthed kisses. "Liam—oh god—" she babbled, her thighs trembling as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, the pressure just shy of unbearable.

Her brother hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight to her core as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Jody's back bowed, her toes curling against his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight, then snapped—her orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her gasping, her cunt clenching around his fingers. Liam didn't let up, licking her through it until she squirmed, oversensitive and whimpering. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he rose over her, his cock nudging her entrance.

Jody’s breath hitched as Liam’s cock pressed against her, still throbbing from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She arched her back, her fingers digging into the sheets as he pushed inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was familiar—Liam had been her first, after all—but the way he filled her never failed to make her gasp. "Fuck," she whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers.

Liam groaned, his forehead dropping to hers as he stilled, letting her adjust. "Always so tight," he muttered, his breath hot against her lips. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her slightly to angle himself deeper, and Jody cried out as the new position sent sparks up her spine. He didn’t give her time to recover before pulling out almost entirely and slamming back in, the force of it jolting her up the bed.

The headboard knocked against the wall with each thrust, the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe mingling with their ragged breathing. Jody clutched at Liam’s shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as he fucked her with a pace that bordered on punishing. "You—ah!—you feel so good," she panted, her voice breaking on a moan as he hit a spot inside her that made her vision blur.

Liam’s grin was feral, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Yeah? You like your big brother’s cock stretching you open?" He leaned down, catching her lower lip between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Jody keened, her thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tighter, her orgasm building again with dizzying speed.

Jody’s world narrowed to the relentless drag of Liam’s cock inside her, the way his hips pistoned against hers with a rhythm that left her gasping. She could feel the sweat-slick press of his stomach against hers, the rough catch of his breath against her throat as he drove into her deeper with every thrust. Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him closer still, as if she could fuse them together.

“Close,” she whimpered, her voice fraying at the edges as pleasure coiled impossibly tight in her belly. Liam’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat as he bit down on the tender skin just above her collarbone. The sharp sting sent a jolt straight to her clit, and she cried out, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless spasms.

Liam groaned, his rhythm stuttering as her orgasm crashed over her, her body clamping down on him like a vice. “Fuck, Jody—” His hips jerked erratically, his grip on her tightening as he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. She could feel the hot pulse of his release filling her, the sticky warmth seeping between their bodies as he shuddered above her.

For a moment, they stayed like that—breathless, tangled, skin sticking where they touched. Then Liam rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until she sprawled across his chest, her cheek pressed to the rapid thud of his heartbeat. His fingers traced idle patterns along her spine, sticky with sweat but soothing all the same.

Jody sighed against Liam’s chest, her fingers tracing the damp trails of sweat along his collarbone. The late afternoon sun slanted through her bedroom window, painting golden stripes across their tangled limbs. She could feel his softening cock still nestled inside her, their combined fluids trickling down her thigh in lazy rivulets.

“You’re gonna make me late for dinner,” she murmured without moving, her voice muffled against his skin.

Liam chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her cheek. “Mom knows better than to expect you on time.” His fingers combed through her tousled ponytail, tugging gently when he hit a snag. “Besides, you’re the one who came home dripping two different loads.”

Jody giggled, nipping his pectoral in retaliation before reluctantly rolling off him. The cool air hit her overheated skin as she stretched, arching her back like a satisfied cat. Liam’s gaze lingered on the way her small breasts lifted with the movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Jody stretched her arms above her head, her spine popping softly as she rolled onto her side to face Liam. His dark eyes tracked the movement of her tongue when she wet her lips, his breath hitching just enough for her to notice. "Still hungry?" she teased, trailing her fingers down the taut plane of his stomach until they brushed the base of his half-hard cock. Liam grabbed her wrist before she could wrap her fingers around him, flipping her onto her back with a growl that sent heat pooling low in her belly again.

"You're insatiable," he muttered, pinning her wrists above her head as he settled between her thighs. His knee nudged them wider, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against her sensitive inner skin. Jody squirmed, gasping when his teeth scraped along her pulse point—not quite a bite, but the promise of one.

The bedroom door creaked open.

Neither of them reacted at first, too wrapped up in the heat between them, until a dry voice cut through the haze. "Really, Liam? On her good quilt?"

Jody twisted beneath Liam to peer over his shoulder, her breath catching—not in embarrassment, but in delight—at the sight of their mother leaning against the doorframe. Mrs. Callahan’s arms were crossed over her chest, one eyebrow arched as she took in the scene: Liam’s jeans around his thighs, Jody’s skirt bunched at her waist, the unmistakable stickiness glistening between her daughter’s legs.

"You’re gonna stain the fabric," their mother continued, stepping inside and closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her heels clicked against the hardwood as she approached the bed, her gaze flickering between them with amused exasperation. Liam groaned, dropping his forehead to Jody’s shoulder, but didn’t pull away—their mother had walked in on them enough times that the novelty of shame had worn off years ago.

Jody wiggled her fingers in a playful wave. "Hi, Mommy."

Mrs. Callahan’s lips quirked as she perched on the edge of the mattress, reaching out to brush a sweaty lock of hair from Jody’s forehead. "Hi, baby." Her fingers trailed down to cup Jody’s cheek, then lower, skimming the bite marks Liam had left on her collarbone. "You’ve been busy today."

Jody giggled, arching into her mother’s touch as Liam finally rolled off her with a grunt. "Very busy," she agreed, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh. Mrs. Callahan’s gaze lingered on the sticky sheen between her daughter’s thighs, her fingers tracing the curve of Jody’s knee before sliding higher.

"I can see that," she murmured, her thumb brushing the sensitive skin of Jody’s inner thigh. The touch was light, teasing—just enough to make Jody squirm. Liam propped himself up on one elbow, watching with lazy interest as their mother leaned down, her breath warm against Jody’s stomach. "You smell like sweat and sex," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up Jody’s abdomen. Jody gasped, her hips jerking upward instinctively.

Liam snorted, reaching over to tweak Jody’s nipple. "Greedy," he teased, but his mother swatted his hand away without looking up.

"Don’t interrupt," she chided, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Jody’s skirt to tug it down her legs. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her bare except for her rumpled blouse and socks. Mrs. Callahan’s eyes darkened as she took in the mess between Jody’s legs—Liam’s cum still glistening there, mixed with her own slick. "Such a pretty little pussy," she cooed, spreading Jody’s folds with two fingers. "All used up and still dripping."

Jody whimpered as her mother's fingers traced her swollen lips, the teasing touch sending sparks up her spine. "Mommy—" she gasped, her hips rolling upward in silent plea. Mrs. Callahan chuckled, the sound low and knowing, before dipping her head to lick a hot stripe through the sticky mess. Jody's fingers twisted in the quilt beneath her, her breath hitching when her mother's tongue flicked her clit with practiced precision.

Liam shifted beside them, his hand sliding up Jody's blouse to palm her small breast through the fabric. "Fuck, she's still twitching from me," he murmured, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her cry out. Their mother hummed in agreement, the vibration against Jody's cunt drawing another broken moan from her lips.

Mrs. Callahan pulled back just enough to meet Jody's dazed gaze, her lips glistening. "You taste like your brother," she purred, before pressing two fingers into Jody's slick heat without warning. Jody arched off the bed with a gasp, her thighs trembling as her mother curled those fingers inside her, rubbing firmly against that sweet spot that made her vision blur. "Such a good girl, taking cock after cock and still so tight."

Jody's toes curled, her breath coming in ragged pants as pleasure coiled impossibly tight. Liam's mouth closed over her nipple through her blouse, his teeth scraping the sensitive peak as their mother's fingers pumped faster. "Please—" Jody sobbed, her hips jerking erratically. "Gonna—"

Jody's body arched off the bed with a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her, her cunt clamping down on her mother’s fingers in pulsing waves. Mrs. Callahan didn’t relent—her fingers kept working inside Jody’s fluttering walls, drawing out the pleasure until tears pricked at the corners of Jody’s eyes. Liam chuckled against her breast, his tongue soothing the sting of his bite as Jody collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and gasping.

Mrs. Callahan withdrew her fingers slowly, lifting them to her lips with a satisfied hum. "Delicious," she murmured, sucking them clean before turning her attention to Liam. "Your turn." Her hand closed around his half-hard cock, stroking him back to full stiffness with practiced efficiency. Liam groaned, his hips jerking into her grip as Jody watched through heavy-lidded eyes.

Jody wiggled onto her elbows, still breathless but eager as Liam knelt between her legs again. This time, their mother guided him, her fingers interlacing with his as he positioned himself at Jody’s entrance. "Slow," Mrs. Callahan instructed, her other hand smoothing over Jody’s trembling thigh. "She’s sensitive now." Liam obeyed, sinking into Jody with agonizing slowness, their mingled gasps filling the room.

The stretch was exquisite—Jody’s body still humming from her climax, every nerve alight as Liam filled her inch by inch. Their mother watched with dark eyes, her fingers tracing the place where they joined. "Look at how she takes you," she murmured, pressing down lightly to make Jody whimper. "Perfect little cunt, molded just for her brother’s cock."

Jody's breath hitched as Liam bottomed out inside her, the slow stretch making her toes curl against the quilt. Their mother's fingers stayed pressed between them, tracing the outline of Liam's cock through Jody's stretched pink flesh with possessive delight. "See how deep?" Mrs. Callahan whispered, pushing down harder until Jody gasped. "Right there—that's where you belong."

Liam groaned through gritted teeth, his hips twitching forward reflexively at the pressure. Jody clenched around him instinctively, earning a ragged curse as his control slipped. Their mother laughed—low and throaty—as she finally withdrew her hand to stroke Liam's sweat-slick back. "Go on, baby," she urged, her nails scraping lightly down his spine. "Fuck your sister properly."

He didn't need telling twice. Liam's hips snapped forward, driving into Jody with enough force to shove her up the mattress. The headboard slammed against the wall as he set a brutal pace, each thrust punching little punched-out moans from Jody's lips. She clung to his shoulders, her blouse rucked up around her armpits, her small breasts bouncing with every movement.

Mrs. Callahan watched with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand idly toying with her own blouse buttons. "That's it," she murmured when Jody's cries climbed higher, her legs locking around Liam's waist. "Make her come again." Her fingers dipped between her own thighs, the wet sound of her touch barely audible over the slap of skin on skin.

Jody's vision blurred at the edges as Liam's cock hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. Their mother's fingers danced over Jody's clit in time with Liam's strokes, the dual stimulation pulling another broken moan from her lips. "I can't—" Jody sobbed, her nails raking down Liam's back as her thighs trembled. "Too much—"

Mrs. Callahan shushed her gently, pressing a kiss to Jody's flushed cheek. "You can take it, baby," she murmured, her fingers circling faster. "Look at you—so pretty when you come." The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Jody's belly, her cunt fluttering around Liam's cock as she teetered on the edge.

Liam's rhythm stuttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps against Jody's throat. "Fuck, she's squeezing me—" His hips jerked erratically, his grip bruising on her thighs as he drove into her harder. The bedframe groaned in protest, the sound drowned out by Jody's sharp cry as her orgasm ripped through her, her body bowing off the mattress.

Liam followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside her. Jody whimpered at the hot rush of his cum filling her already oversensitive cunt, her limbs twitching with aftershocks. Mrs. Callahan stroked Liam through it, her other hand still working Jody's clit in slow circles until she squirmed from overstimulation.

Jody lay boneless between them, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Liam finally pulled out, his softening cock glistening with their combined fluids. Mrs. Callahan caught his wrist before he could collapse beside them, bringing his fingers to her mouth to lick them clean with a pleased hum. "Sweet," she murmured against his skin, her tongue swirling around his fingertips.

The mattress dipped as Liam rolled onto his side, his arm draping possessively over Jody’s waist. Their mother’s fingers traced idle patterns up Jody’s inner thigh, pausing to gather the sticky mess trickling from her well-used cunt. "Such a good girl," Mrs. Callahan crooned, pressing two slick fingers past Jody’s parted lips. Jody sucked obediently, her tongue lapping at the salty-bitter taste of her brother’s release mixed with her own arousal.

Liam’s breath hitched as he watched, his cock twitching against Jody’s hip despite his recent orgasm. Mrs. Callahan noticed, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she withdrew her fingers from Jody’s mouth with a soft pop. "Still not satisfied?" she teased, her hand sliding down to cup Liam through his jeans. He groaned, his hips jerking into her touch as she palmed him through the denim.

Jody giggled breathlessly, wiggling backward until her bare ass pressed against Liam’s renewed erection. "Round three?" she asked over her shoulder, her fingers trailing down her own stomach to play with the cum still leaking from her pussy. Their mother’s eyes darkened at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Mrs. Callahan leaned down, her lips brushing Jody's ear. "Not yet, baby," she murmured, her fingers replacing Jody's at her sticky entrance. She gathered Liam's cum on her fingertips, swirling them lazily through Jody's folds before pressing two fingers back inside her daughter's twitching cunt. Jody gasped, her thighs trembling as her mother's fingers curled deep. "Mommy's turn first."

Liam groaned against Jody's shoulder, his cock pulsing against her ass as their mother's fingers worked Jody open with slow, deliberate thrusts. Mrs. Callahan's other hand unbuttoned her blouse with practiced ease, the fabric slipping off her shoulders to reveal full breasts barely contained by lace. Jody's breath hitched—she'd always loved how her mother looked undressed, the way her curves seemed designed to drive them both wild.

"Watch," Mrs. Callahan commanded, tilting Jody's chin up with slick fingers as she straddled her daughter's thighs. The warmth of her body pressed against Jody's as she guided Liam's hand between her own legs, his fingers sliding easily through her soaked folds. "See how wet Mommy gets watching you?" she breathed, rocking against Liam's touch with a throaty moan.

Jody whimpered, her cunt clenching around her mother's fingers at the sight—Mrs. Callahan's nipples pebbled tight, her hips rolling in time with Liam's strokes. "Please," Jody begged, her hands scrambling to grip her mother's hips. "Wanna taste you."