It was next day and I had woken up early, my mind already racing with the memories of the previous day confession and sex, how I had finally admitted my feelings to both my parents.

The air still hummed with the tension of that moment, the way Dad's breath had hitched when I knelt between them, confessing how much I loved them, how much I wanted to be with them in every way possible.

I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb them, but my mom stirred anyway. Her dark eyes, still heavy with sleep, locked onto mine as I stood by the dresser. She watched as I reached for one of her lace bras, the black fabric delicate against my skin. The cups were just big enough to push my breasts together, the underwires digging into my ribs in a way that made my nipples harden instantly. I arched my back slightly, letting the fabric mold to me, then turned to face her, my thumbs hooked into the waistband of her matching thong.

"You're wearing my things," Mom murmured, her voice thick with sleep and something else-something hungry. She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist, revealing the soft curves of her body. Her full breasts swayed slightly as she moved, her dusky nipples already pebbled from the cool morning air.

I bit my lip, stepping closer to the bed. "I wanted to feel close to you," I admitted, my fingers tracing the lace trim of the thong. "And I like the way they look on me." My other hand slipped beneath the waistband, my fingertips brushing over the vibrating plug nestled inside me.

Mom's breath hitched, her eyes darkening as she watched my hips roll slightly, the plug shifting inside me. "God, you're filthy," she whispered, her fingers curling into the sheets. "You like that, don't you? Sneaking into my things, playing with yourself while wearing them."

I nodded, my cheeks flushing. "And I want to do more than just wear them," I said, my voice dropping to a sultry purr. "I want you to see me in them. Feel me in them." I crawled onto the bed, straddling her thighs, the plug pressing deliciously against her inner thigh through the thin fabric of the thong.

Mom's hands flew to my waist, her thumbs digging into the soft flesh there. "You're such a little slut for us," she growled, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. "But you know what, baby? We like it."

I moaned, grinding down against her, the plug rubbing against her clit through the lace. "Fuck, Mom," I whimpered, my hips stuttering. "I've been thinking about this all night. About how good it felt when Dad fucked me while I wore your panties. How filthy it was to have your lace against my skin while he was inside me."

Mom's breath came faster, her hands sliding up to cup my breasts through the bra, her thumbs flicking over my nipples. "You're so wet already," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I can feel it through the lace."

I gasped, my back arching as she pinched my nipples through the fabric, the pressure sending a jolt straight to my clit. "Mom-please-" I begged, my hips rolling in desperate little circles. "I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me while I'm wearing your things."

In one swift motion, she flipped me onto my back, pinning me beneath her. Her lips crashed into mine, our tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss as her hands tore at the bra, yanking it down to free my breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak as I cried out.

"God, you taste good," she growled against my skin, her free hand slipping beneath my thong to pull the plug free. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but then her fingers were there, two thick digits sliding into me with one rough thrust.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed. "You're so big, Mom-"

She chuckled darkly, curling her fingers inside me as her thumb pressed down on my clit. "That's Dad's cock you're thinking about, isn't it, baby?" she taunted, her breath hot against my ear. "You want his big cock stretching you open while you wear my lace?"

I nodded frantically, my hips bucking against her hand. "Y-yes! Yes, Mom, I want it-I need it-"

She didn't make me wait. She pulled her fingers free, leaving me aching and empty, then hooked her thumbs into the sides of my thong and yanked it down my legs. The lace dragged over my skin, the fabric damp with my arousal, before she tossed it aside.

I spread my legs for her without hesitation, my knees bending, my feet pressing into the mattress as I offered myself up. "Please, Mom," I begged, my voice breathless. "Fuck me. Fuck me like Dad does."

She didn't need to be told again. She crawled between my thighs, her hands gripping my ass, lifting me slightly as she lined herself up. I could feel the head of her strap-on pressing against my entrance, the cool silicone glistening with lube.

"Look at you," she purred, her voice dripping with filth. "So eager to be filled up. So desperate to be our little fucktoy."

I moaned, my nails digging into the sheets. "Yes-please-"

With one deep thrust, she buried herself inside me, her hips snapping forward as I cried out, my back arching off the bed. "Oh fuck! Fuck, Mom-you're so deep-"

She pulled back slightly, then slammed into me again, her thighs slapping against mine with every rough stroke. "You love this, don't you?" she grunted, her grip on my ass tightening. "You love being our little slut, wearing our things while we ruin you."

"Yes!" I sobbed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "I love it-I love being your slut-I love being both of your sluts-"

She growled, her pace picking up, her fingers pistoning in and out of me with punishing force. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene, along with my desperate moans and her guttural grunts.

"Fuck, you're tight," she groaned, her fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises. "Taking my fingers like a good girl-"

I whimpered, my thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. "Mom-I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, baby," she demanded, her voice rough with lust. "Cum on my fingers like the filthy little whore you are."

Her words pushed me over the edge. I screamed, my back arching as my orgasm crashed over me, my walls clenching around her as I came with a broken cry. "Oh god! Mom! Fuuuuck!"

She groaned, her thrusts becoming erratic as she chased her own release. "That's it," she panted, her voice strained. "Take it-take all of it-"

I collapsed beside her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

For a long moment, we just lay there, tangled in the sheets, our hearts pounding in sync. Then Mom pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin.

"You're such a good girl," she murmured, her voice warm with affection. "Our perfect little slut."

I smiled, nuzzling into her chest. "And I don't ever want to stop."

She chuckled, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Oh, baby," she whispered, her lips brushing my temple. "We don't ever plan to let you go."

And as the morning sun continued to stream through the window, we stayed there, wrapped in each other, already dreaming of the next time we could be this close.