I just turned 18 two days ago, and the best gift I received was from my best friend’s mom. She calls them “New House Rules.” Now, normally I am not a big fan of rules. I’ve learned to change my mind … maybe it’s because I’ve matured now that I’m an adult.

Or maybe I like the rules because they say I can fuck my best friend’s older sister and their mom whenever I feel like it.

You must first realize that my friend Zach and I have been close since kindergarten in order to comprehend the rules. We have experienced both highs and lows together, including uncomfortable phases in school, far too many awful haircuts, my ADHD diagnosis in sixth grade, and his parents' divorce in ninth grade. Since we've spent so much time in one other's families, we now resemble brothers.It just so happened that the week of my 18th birthday coincided with Zach's father's trip to New England to finalize his enrollment at the college where we'll be roommates in the autumn. Although though it hurt that he couldn't join us in our joy, looking back, I'm actually pleased he wasn't there.

Early in the week, Marian, Zach's mother, had texted me to let me know that she would be baking me a cake and inviting me to their home the day following my birthday to open my surprise presents. This is rather typical because their family enjoys festivities.The strange thing was that she made it clear to me that she would be attending the party alone, along with Zach's older sister Crystal, and that I needed to "dress something good." She advised me that since this was only a "little get-together," I wasn't supposed to invite anyone else.

I like to just wear a t-shirt and jeans, but again, I'm a guy now. I don't really enjoy dressing nicely. Doing things you don't want to do is a necessary part of growing up, according to my father. So I arrived wearing my best pair of khaki shorts and a good polo top. These should work for birthday shots, I assumed.Marian answered the door and appeared a little more frazzled than usual. She appeared to be blushing due to the flush on her face. She was still wearing her apron, and her hands were covered in little icing stains. She literally shouted to the entire neighborhood, "Come in, birthday boy."

I followed her inside and immediately caught a whiff of buttery frosting, vanilla cake, and perhaps some sort of perfume. It smelled just like perfume, which Zach's mother hardly ever used. But there were other things that appeared "wrong" as well.Marian and I both agreed that we don't much enjoy dressing up. When she was at home, she frequently wore a baggy tank top, a sports bra, and shorts. She was dressed to kill today. She wore a black dress underneath her apron that was form-fitting and showed off her long, toned legs. She made her round ass bounce tantalizingly in front of me with every stride she took in her heels as I attempted to maintain focus long enough for polite talk as we made our way to the eating area.

She yelled upstairs, "Crystal, the birthday boy is arrived!" Normally, Crystal is away at college, but she was home for the summer and had taken back the room next to Zach's. I slid under the streamers hanging from the doorway of the dining room and sat down at the table. When I heard footsteps heading downstairs toward the dining room, I looked up.It was obvious that Marian wasn't the only one who didn't look like herself.

I have never, ever seen Crystal wear a white sundress, but her tits were practically overflowing out of it. I had no idea she owned attire like that. Even at the height of summer, she wore a large black South Park hoodie about the house and exuded a rebellious vibe. She was just an inch from turning her cleavage into a nip slip when she bopped down the stairs today. For years, I had thought she was attractive and well-built like her mother, but this dress was on another level.Drew, you look fantastic. says Crystal. I stumbled out, "Wow, umm, so do you," somehow. She twirled around with a smile on her face, almost revealing her panties as the base of her dress floated up. however, did I see things or was she not even wearing any?

Crystal sat down at the table across from me, and for the briefest of moments, I thought I saw a cunning grin cross her face. When her mother entered, the grin turned into a warm smile. "Here is your cake. Despite her usual place being at the head of the table, Marian said, "I know you're a great lover of orange icing, and put it on the table and took the seat next to mine. When she mentioned the frosting, why did she wink at me?

I essentially had to hold back my gasps when Marian removed her apron. Even more so than Crystal's were her huge, double-d breasts. They partially protruded from her scandalously short dress' deep v neckline. I hoped in my head that she wouldn't ask me to stand up and cut the cake because by this time I had most likely developed a cum stain and was probably starting to show it through the front of my shorts.

Marian remarked, "Before you make your birthday wish, I'd like to offer you our gift." "I believe doing it that way would make more sense." She gave me a manila envelope bearing a large red bow. In girly cursive writing, "To Drew, finally a guy" was written. Drew. That's what Crystal referred to me as. This strange wording did nothing to improve my under-the-table erection predicament.

I frantically tore open the envelope while the two stunning women in the room appeared to hold their breath. I was searching everywhere for something to distract me from the two pairs of flawless tits hanging over the table. "Oh wow! It's a contract, isn't it? I said, glancing bewilderedly at the lines for dates and signatures.Perfect. This might have been the dullest present ever given. Legal paperwork is the death of a boner. My normally stiff cock started to soften just a little bit. Marian, though, then placed a hand on my leg. She immediately reversed the mood-killing effects of the contract and put me into overdrive.

She whispered, "Andrew, this is a very... special... contract." Her voice was smooth and sweet, much like the fragrant citrus frosting that had by this point filled the room. If I hadn't arranged for Zach to be away this week, we probably wouldn't have given you one. What the—?I asked Crystal if she was aware of this as I glanced up in disbelief. Her grin indicated that she agreed.

Marian pronounced the phrase, "This is a free use contract," with great emphasis. "Are you aware of what that implies?" My eyes were frantically scanning the document. It surprised me that I could hear my heartbeat in my ears since it felt as though my entire body's blood supply was concentrated in an organ other than my heart. Marian's wonderfully manicured fingertips, which were now tracing my knee and fidgeting with the edge of my shorts, made it difficult to focus on anything else.

The words began to leap off the paper. Aged 18 years old. both Marian and Crystal Robbins. 24/7. Fulfillment. sexual yearnings. Andrew. Me. They intended to offer me this contract when we were by ourselves at this "little get-together" because I had achieved the legal age of consent.

Marian said, "These new house rules indicate you can utilize our bodies whenever you want while you're here. I looked up from the paper I was holding. Anytime," Crystal repeated after nodding and biting her lip.They themselves were their gift. "What's up with Zach?" I hesitated. We had been close for a long time. I believed that I owed him nothing more than this feeble justification. "Won't this make him mad or upset?"

Marian firmly asserted, "Zach doesn't need to know about the atrocities you do to us. She pulled the borders of her dress even more open at the neckline as she spoke, looking down at her chest as she spoke. But it's entirely up to you. We can simply terminate the deal and behave as though nothing ever happened if this isn't what you want. This is up to you.Zach was my closest pal. Everything seemed so... screwed up. Yet you can make your own decisions after you're 18 years old. Because of this, I boldly and large signed my name on the line at the bottom of the contract.

Marian clapped her hands excitedly while uttering the word "perfect." "Let's slice the cake now!" As I signed the new home rules, I had anticipated that something dramatic would occur, like clothing flying off the hangers or confetti falling from the ceiling. Nothing.The cake was placed in the center of the table by Marian. She got out of the chair next to me, leaned over, almost against her natural inclination, and began slicing big pieces. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of frosting. The icing wasn't just on the cake, I then realized.

Simply put, I couldn't look away from Marian's lovely, round ass, which was leaned over the table in front of me. The scariest aspect wasn't even that she had nothing on underneath the dress. It was the thin orange frosting line that ran straight down the center of her exposed pussy.Suddenly, I was able to think of my birthday request.

I silently got out of my chair, stood up, and knelt down. How big of a slice would you like, Crystal? "Marian replied, totally ignoring my presence. "Are you interested in an edge piece? I mustered the guts to try the icing as the ladies casually spoke. To slightly lift Marian's dress so I can smear my face within her pussy. Now that I'm 18, you do things that are threatening.

My tongue found the icing to be delightful. I took a short lick and then a larger one right after. one more. Marian may have just been using my face as a pillow, but I'm rather certain she leaned back and did so. My face started to get wet as soon as a new sweet taste joined the frosting.Crystal said with a smile, "Mom, I think this is the nicest cake you've ever cooked." "Drew, what do you think?" I snuck a peek from behind her mother while still feeling a little awkward about the situation but really loved it. I tried to catch my breath and said, "It's... well, it's... utterly amazing."

Crystal laughed out loud. Drew, your face is covered in frosting. Do you have access to the cake yet? She strolled around the table after picking up a plate with a sizable portion on it. She cleaned my face with a napkin and set the dish on her mother's still-horizontal back as she leaned over the table. She commented as she looked down, "It seems like you're making quite a mess!" What was her meaning?Oh. I could see the cum stain on the front of my shorts at this point. So much for getting dressed.

Then, Crystal started unzipping and buttoning my shorts. "I'll clean these up for you. Here." She also removed my boxers. I had a huge erection and was standing half-naked in my closest friend's dining room while his sister carried my clothing to the laundry room. His mother was also hunched over the table. Now was the only option.

Once Marian's fingers touched my knee, my cock had become stiff, so I shoved it into her pussy. It was sodden with moisture from when I ate the frosting. she was very wet with anticipation. I was astounded by how small her hole was as well. When I thrust in and out, her warm, gripping lips began to coax the juices out of me right away, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

Marian muttered between small sighs that she was attempting and failing to stifle, "Andrew, you know that... uhm... y-your wish won't come true if you don't—er—eat your cake." Although I was unaware of this restriction, I decided not to object. I've come to love rules.I took a mouthful of cake and continued to screw Marian. In several ways, I became aware of how hungry I was. That was very excellent. My chin was covered in icing, but I was no longer embarrassed by my mess. At this moment, I also had frosting all over my dick, indicating that I hadn't completely removed it before starting to fuck Marian.

At this point, Crystal entered the space once more and took a seat at the table. While moving the cake on her plate with an empty fork, she appeared distracted. She had a flushed face, which I could see, but she also had a trace of disappointment. Was she resentful because I had not yet hurt her? that she didn't participate in the festivities?

I didn't want to exclude Crystal from the celebrations because I knew I was on the verge of cumming. Even though I briefly wondered if I was crazy to pull out of Marian's gorgeous pussy, I did. I circled the table while my dick was spewing delicious orange come all over the floor and bobbing up and down. Do you suppose Crystal could clean me up once more? I smiled as I spoke.

She virtually bounced in her chair and had an ecstatic expression. Of course!" Stupidly, you have crumbs all over your legs. The napkin was once more in her hand as she crouched down in front of me. Her bouncy tits popped out as I slowly tugged the front of her sundress down. Her nipples were clearly stiff, resembling tiny pink party hats that she had pulled out just for my special day. She turned to face me and grinned.

Marian replied across the table, "You ate your cake, therefore your wish is surely going to come true. I softly reached for her daughter's back of the head and slipped my dick through her awaiting lips as we met eyes.Her tongue started to work right away. sanitizing me. I'm sucking the sweetness right out of my cock's tip. I inched forward. Remember how I sacrificed Marian's pussy for this? For my birthday, I already knew what I wanted. I yearned to go into Crystal completely.

My entire shaft was pushed into her mouth till my testicles were resting on her chin when I began softly fucking her face. then leave again. I was boosting my own ego. i'm savoring my birthday. Even after I shoved the head of my dick down Crystal's throat, she continued to stare up at me with a beaming expression on her face. I could see the front of her neck slightly extending to make room for my lengthy cock when I wasn't watching her gorgeous breasts heave up and down.She was my present. She was also really talented.

I couldn't bear to watch her throat contract. As I squirted my entire load into Crystal's mouth, I held her firmly in place with my hands around her head. As I poured every last drop of my come inside of her, I groaned loudly. My head rolled back, my eyes were closed. I was about to lose my footing and fall backward when I felt a set of warm, familiar hands touch my back. Marian helped me as my body shook from orgasms. My seed was being swallowed by her daughter as I was.

I gently began to take my dick out of Crystal's mouth when I felt like I was about to run out of fuel. She sucked on the tip as though she were avaricious and didn't want any of my money to be wasted. I looked down once I was away from her wet lips. My cock sparkled. Spotless. Neither Marian's nor my icing or cum were left.

I removed the orange cream that was beginning to drip down Crystal's chin using my thumb. I remained silent, but my eyes expressed my gratitude to Crystal for what she had given me. what was snatched from me by her. I whirled around and looked Marian in the eyes. Using the back of my palm, I gently stroked her face before inserting my moist, dripping thumb into her mouth. The results were clear.

Marian gave me a bear hug while wrapping her arm over my drained body. Crystal, who was still lying on the ground, joined our embrace by encircling my exposed leg. Marian's throat-clearing came after she had swallowed.Marian wished Andrew a happy birthday with a contented tone of voice. Yes, Drew," Crystal happily chimed in. "This year, may all of your dreams come true,"

I answered with the assurance that only an adult man can manage, "Something tells me they will." "I genuinely believe that 18 will be a lot of fun."