NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 271. Don’t Mind Me, Sweethearts~

As the pair began to grow accustomed to one another's forms, Oliver caught the creak of the bedroom door swinging open, accompanied by footsteps entering the room.

"Oh... Oops."

A feminine voice reached his ears next, and upon glancing over, he spotted his mother framed in the doorway.

Her alluring white blouse clung tightly, scarcely concealing her generous bosom and flaunting deep cleavage. The fabric's buttons pulled taut across her curvaceous silhouette.

A short skirt skimmed just above her thighs, exposing her silky legs that flowed into shapely hips. It highlighted her firm rear perfectly, while her dark heels lent an air of both allure and grace.

Moments ticked by until Mia flashed a grin and gestured lightly, urging the duo to carry on undisturbed. "Ahaha... Don't mind me, sweethearts~."

With that, she began shedding her clothes too, her graceful motions captivating Oliver and Amara completely.

Slipping off her blouse, Mia unveiled her full, rounded breasts encased in a provocative white lace bra that amplified her voluptuous allure even more.

She then discarded her skirt, exposing panties of matching lace underneath.

"Mmh~," Mia sighed softly, nibbling her bottom lip while tracing her fingers along her sensitive area. "Look, Oliver, your naughty mommy is aroused. Won't you please handle it for me?"

Her fingers dipped beneath the delicate material, tugging it aside to bare her exposed intimacy, prompting her son to swallow hard as he stared at her enticing figure.

Noticing her son's lip-licking, Mia beamed at him with a sultry glint in her gaze. She moved toward the bed without pause, unfastening her bra and allowing it to drop away.

This view sent Oliver's shaft pulsing within Amara's warmth, stiffening to its utmost rigidity.

Amara emitted a quiet whimper as her brother's arousal swelled inside her, sparking waves of sensation through her frame.

Observing this, Mia giggled mischievously and murmured with a playful tease, "Hmm~. Someone got a hard-on while eyeing Mommy's lewd body?"

Oliver dipped his head in affirmation, fixing his mother with desirous stares. "Yes, it's because I love you so much, Mom."

His words drew a wide, delighted smile from Mia as she neared the bed once more, scaling it and inching toward the siblings on all fours.

In the process, she lifted her rear high, presenting her lush, smooth backside that tempted Oliver endlessly, fueling his urge to plunge deep into his mother's core.

"My sweet Oliver, always uttering the words that warm my heart. Thank you for loving me this deeply."

Finishing her thought, Mia pressed her lips to Oliver's in a tender kiss, conveying her reciprocal affection.

Simultaneously, she brushed her bare breasts against his toned torso, sensing his warm exhalations near her mouth.

Once their lips separated, Mia turned her attention to Amara, who reclined on the sheets watching them intently.

"And you, Amara, don't think you're excluded from this, my dear. Mommy cherishes you every bit as much as your brother."

Without delay, Mia bent in and captured Amara's lips too, though this embrace stretched on longer than anticipated, leaving Amara startled and unable to pull away from her mother's unexpected advance.

Far from a mere peck, Mia drew firmly on Amara's mouth before delving her tongue inside the girl's.

The pair tangled in a passionate oral duel, leaving Amara winded by the time it concluded.

As Mia pulled back and rose to confront Oliver anew, she clasped Amara's hand, hinting to the younger woman that a plan brewed in her thoughts.

Amara arched a brow curiously. "What are you planning, Mom?"

Yet Mia merely laughed with seductive charm and offered a captivating smile, directing her daughter's face toward Oliver's before joining in herself.

Before Amara could react, she was locked in a kiss with Oliver from an odd vantage, while also sensing her mother's lips meeting his too.

A shared triple kiss involving Oliver, Mia, and herself.

Even Oliver hadn't foreseen this twist.

Mia's abrupt involvement startled him, making his length surge harder within Amara's depths and drawing a sharp intake of breath from her.

All the while, their tongues intertwined in a messy, delightful exchange.

This novel thrill washed over them, its intensity almost too much to bear.

After prolonged moments of lip-locking and tender explorations of each other's skin, Oliver's restraint finally shattered.

His craving for these two ladies had swelled beyond endurance.

Thus, he began driving more forcefully into Amara.

With each deeper push, Mia's breasts grazed his chest, her peaks stiffening from the intimate contact.

A soft moan escaped Mia at the feeling, and Amara's ragged breaths only spurred Oliver onward.

Before long, though, they paused the kisses to catch their air.

In that instant, Oliver locked eyes with Mia's vivid blue ones, mirroring his own blazing desire alongside an unexpected fervor that caught him off guard.

"Mom... Amara... Could you stack yourselves on top?" he proposed abruptly.

The women stared at him blankly at first, but comprehension dawned quickly.

A cunning grin spread across Mia's features. She chuckled lightly, nodding gradually, then shifted over without notice to straddle Amara.

She aligned her full, curvaceous rear toward Oliver.

This arrangement presented the pair to him as an inviting feast, primed for his indulgence.