O Mother Dear (Part XVIII - Trio)

All participants are 18+ years old. "America the Beautiful" plays in the background.

Cherry sat in a dressing gown,
Her milky breasts were bare.
The twins were fed and laying down.
She idly brushed her hair.
O Sisters, Dear! O Sisters, Dear!
Your sounds are indiscreet!
I hear your moans, your yips and groans,
You're like two cats in heat!

But still, she could not help herself.
Her cunt was getting damp.
She put the brush back on its shelf,
Her thighs began to clamp.
O Sisters, Dear! O Sisters, Dear!
You've provoked my desire!
Inside my pants my fingers dance
Around a ring of fire!

Her left hand trapped against her twat,
Her right massaged a tit
Until she squeezed a milky shot
Where she could taste of it.
O Daughters, Dear! O Daughters, Dear!
I give and you both take.
You suck your fill but never will
You drink all that I make!

She pushed her panties fully down,
Her knees were akimbo.
She drove her fingers in her mound
As far as they would go.
O Sisters, Dear! O Sisters, Dear!
We should try a threesome.
I want to play, I'm on my way
As soon as I have come!

Cherry finished her task at hand
And rushed to join the show
As Pearl coaxed Jewel's ass to expand
To take in the dildo.
O Pearl, my dear! O Pearl, my dear!
Your own pussy is wide.
It is dripping! Feel me slipping
My whole hand up inside!

Cherry smiled and formed a fist
And gave a little shove
To slide her arm up to its wrist:
Pearl's pussy was a glove.
O Jewel, my dear! O Jewel, my dear!
Now Cherry's joined the crew!
Another link; We're all in synch,
Let's see what we can do!

Jewel and Pearl clenched and then let go
On each respective thrust
Of Cherry's fist and Pearl's dildo
In newly combined lust!
O Sisters, Dear! O Sisters, Dear!
They cried in unison.
Their tensions built until they spilt,
Climaxing all as one!

Releasing Jewel, they rearranged
Like a jigsaw puzzle.
Legs apart, their positions changed,
Each cunt faced a muzzle.
O Sisters, Dear! O Sister, Dear!
Our heels are the aphelion
Of our orbits, around our clits,
A perfect triskelion!

All hands grabbed cheeks, as tongues and lips,
Impressed on pussies, worked
And the women swiveled their hips
While their pudenda jerked.
O Sisters, Dear! O Sisters, Dear!
What a picture this makes:
Our hands are firm, we writhe and squirm
Like a bag full of snakes!