The semen had barely finished trickling down their faces when an inexplicable, primitive force took over my body. The exhaustion that should have kept me pinned to that chair vanished, replaced by a surge of testosterone and pure adrenaline. Looking at Mom right there, kneeling in front of me with her cheeks marked by my fluid, awakened something completely insane inside me.
I didn't wait. I didn't ask for permission.
I gripped Mom firmly by her shoulders and pulled her up all at once. She let out a gasp of surprise, but her mature eyes flashed with pure delight as she noticed my sudden aggressiveness. She was wearing only an old, oversized dress shirt of mine that barely covered half of her thighs—and, as I already knew, absolutely nothing underneath.
With a swift movement, I swept the plates and silverware to the side, clearing a space right in the center of the dining table. I threw Mom onto her back right there on top of the wood. The hem of the shirt slid up instantly to her waist, exposing her shapely legs and her completely bare intimacy, already glistening and absurdly wet with desire.
My cock, which should have been in its refractory period, reacted to that sight by rearing up like an iron post, throbbing violently.
"Lucas..." Mom panted, her fingers digging into my arms, but her warning was muffled as I drove myself between her legs.
I gripped her thighs firmly, pinning them wide open, and lunged forward. Without any foreplay, without warning, I penetrated her all at once, burying my entire length deep inside her.
"Ahh!" Mom’s cry echoed loudly through the dining room, her back arching against the table as her eyes rolled back from the force of that blunt entry.
I began to fuck her with absolute intent, in a fast, heavy, and relentless rhythm. The impact of our hips colliding produced a sharp, slapping sound that filled the room, blending with the high-pitched moans Mom tried to muffle against her own arm. I was riding her with a savagery I had never used before, taking out all the tension of that insane Saturday.
While I pounded Mom on top of the table, the atmosphere of depravity reached its limit on the living room floor. Sophia and Bia, completely hypnotized by the violence of our sex, gave in to the heat of the moment. They knelt facing each other and locked together in a fierce kiss, mixing the recent semen that still coated their lips in a hungry exchange of saliva.
Below the waist, their skirts were pulled up. Synchronized with the rhythm of my thrusts, Sophia buried her fingers inside Bia’s pussy, while Bia shoved her fingers deep inside Sophia’s. They finger-fucked each other hard, moaning straight into each other's mouths, their fingers sliding up and down soaked in lubrication, while watching from the front row as Mom was totally dominated by me.
The sight of my sister and my girlfriend trashing each other right there on the floor while I possessed my own mother broke my last remaining barrier of resistance. Mom’s inner grip was boiling, milking me with every single movement.
"Lucas... go, put it all inside me!" Mom begged, locking her legs around my back to pin me even deeper.
I delivered the three most brutal, deepest thrusts of my life. My hips locked against hers with a dull thud, and I came inside Mom. It was a massive release, jets after jets of hot semen filling her womb until it overflowed. Mom let out a sharp shriek, having a violent orgasm right along with me, her entire body trembling on top of the dining table. On the floor, Sophia and Bia hit their climax at the exact same second, collapsing into each other's arms, while our family harem drowned in pure pleasure.