NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 277 277: Don’t Mind Me, Sweethearts~

While the pair was growing accustomed to one another's forms, Oliver caught the creak of the bedroom door swinging open, trailed by the patter of footsteps entering the space.

"Oh... Oops."

Next came a feminine voice, and upon glancing over, Oliver spotted his mother framed in the doorway.

She sported a provocative white blouse that scarcely concealed her generous bosom, flaunting a generous expanse of cleavage along the way. The fastenings tugged taut from the strain of her curvaceous silhouette.

A short skirt just skimmed her upper thighs, exposing her sleek legs that swept into a shapely rear. It highlighted her firm cheeks perfectly, while her dark heels lent her an air of allure and poise at once.

Moments ticked by before Mia flashed a grin and gestured with her hands, urging the duo to carry on undisturbed. "Ahaha... Don't worry about me, dears~."

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. Those lush orbs were encased in a tantalizing white lace bra that amplified her curvaceous appeal even more.

Afterward, she discarded her skirt, disclosing that she wore coordinating lace underwear below.

"Mmh~," Mia sighed, nibbling her bottom lip while trailing her fingers across her intimate area. "See, Oliver, your mischievous mommy is all worked up. Care to handle it for me?"

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

Noticing her son's lip-licking, Mia beamed at him with a sultry look in her gaze. Without pause, she advanced toward the bed, unfastening her bra along the way until it dropped away.

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

Amara emitted a soft whimper as her brother's arousal swelled inside her, sparking tingles across her frame.

Catching that response, Mia giggled mischievously and murmured provocatively, "Hmm~. Did someone get stiff just from eyeing Mommy's naughty form?"

Oliver dipped his head in agreement, fixing his mother with desirous stares. "Yes, it's all because I adore you that much, Mom."

His words drew a wide smile across Mia's face as she neared the bed once more, this time scaling it and slinking toward the siblings.

In the process, she lifted her rear skyward as she moved. That ample, curvaceous backside—so plush yet silky—presented an enticing lure for Oliver, who yearned to plunge his length deep into his mother's core.

"My darling Oliver, forever voicing the words that melt my heart. Thanks for cherishing me so deeply always."

Finishing her thought, Mia pressed her lips to Oliver's, allowing him to sense her profound affection in return.

Simultaneously, she pressed her bare bosom against his toned torso, savoring his warm exhalations brushing her mouth.

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

"As for you, Amara, know you're fully part of this, my dear. Mommy treasures you every bit as much as your brother."

With no more preamble, Mia bent in and claimed Amara's lips too, though this embrace stretched on far 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 thrusting her tongue inside the girl's.

The pair waged an intense duel with their tongues, leaving Amara winded by the time it concluded.

As Mia pulled back from the kiss and rose to confront Oliver anew, she clasped Amara's hand, alerting the girl that a plan brewed in her thoughts.

Amara arched a brow. "What's your plan, Mom?"

Yet Mia merely laughed alluringly and offered a captivating grin as she directed her daughter's face toward Oliver's, then inclined her own forward.

Before Amara could grasp the situation, she was locking lips with Oliver—from an odd vantage, no less—while sensing her mother's mouth joining his as well.

A shared kiss involving Oliver, Mia, and herself.

Even Oliver hadn't foreseen it.

Mia's abrupt involvement startled him, and his member stiffened more insistently within Amara's depths, prompting her to gasp out loud.

Meanwhile, their tongues intertwined in a messy, sugary exchange.

This novel thrill was uncharted territory for them, its intensity utterly consuming.

After prolonged moments of trading kisses and stroking one another's skin, Oliver's restraint finally shattered.

His craving for these two ladies had surged beyond endurance.

Thus, he began driving more forcefully into Amara.

With each deeper push, he sensed Mia's breasts gliding over his chest, her peaks peaking from the rub of flesh on flesh.

Mia voiced a moan at that feeling, and Amara's sharpened breaths only spurred Oliver onward.

Not long after, though, they paused the kisses to catch their breath.

In that instant, Oliver peered deeply into Mia's azure eyes. He discerned the mirroring blaze of desire there, plus a hint of zeal that mildly astonished him.

"Mom... Amara... Would you stack yourselves for me?" he ventured abruptly.

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

A cunning smile crept over Mia's features. She chuckled lightly while nodding gradually, then, out of nowhere, she shifted atop Amara.

Next, she aligned her thick, rounded rear toward Oliver.

Their current pose toward him resembled an invitation, like a delectable feast laid out for his indulgence.