Chapter 77

Jaune Arc loved his life.

That's understandable. Really, was there any reason he shouldn't have? Sure he might not have gotten the best grades in Middleton High School, or been the most popular guy around, but it was hard to get too worked up over things like that while he was living so comfortably in his own skin, making his own path through life and, generally, succeeding in it.

The sexy red head bouncing on his cock helped, too.

"Oh, yesyesyesyes, Jaune!" Winter cried out, her voice taut with lust as she panted with the exertion of forcing her athletic body up and down the frankly excessive length of Jaune's cock. "I-It's always so big!"

And of course it was. Jaune was, in his own way, confident. He was relaxed, secure, knew what he liked and wasn't afraid of admitting it. He was even secure enough to cross dress once in a while.

It really spoke to how naive, insecure, and less than worldly the average teenager was that everyone didn't immediately figure out that he was hung like a barn yard animal.

Ever since they'd finally sorted out their feelings for each other on the day of the senior prom, Winter and Jaune had been insatiable. Almost immediately they'd settled into a ritual of daily visits to one or the other's houses, heading to the bedroom, and letting Jaune pound her senseless, fulfilling Jaune's endless urges and Winter's immediate addiction for his body.

Tonight they had gone to the Schnee house, where Jaune now lay on his back in his ginger girlfriend's bed while she rode him like a bucking bull, his tremendous length and thicker than her arm girth leaving a bulge visible in near her belly button every time she bottomed him out inside of her.

Winter was hopelessly addicted. Her breasts, sizable for a cheerleader and distracting as they stretched against nearly any outfit she wore, bounced freely with the force of Jaune's cock until they threatened to strike her in the face, and her orange hair was matted to her cheeks and scalp by her sweat, even her athletic heroine's body helpless to keep up with Jaune's limitless sexual energy.

She bit on her lower lip as she felt Jaune's cock throb and expand inside of her. Being filled up to her absolute limit meant that she felt with perfect clarity everything that happened to Jaune's body inside of her. And when he tensed up like this, that could only mean exactly one thing.

Winter Schnee was about to get filled.

"Ahh, Jaune..." she moaned, her voice low and husky. "I can feel you're getting close... I want it... Give it to me... Cum inside of me, Jaune! Fill me up!"

Jaune hardly needed the encouragement. Ever since he and Winter had started seeing each other "like that", Jaune had awakened to one of the great, universal cosmic truths of the world:

Cumming inside of a sexy redhead felt really good.

"Shit, Winter, whatever you say!" he cried out to her. "Get ready! Here it comes!"

The blond boy's ejaculation felt like a bundle of sticks of dynamite strapped to a bucket of hot glue. Thick, scalding hot semen splattered against the back of Winter's womb with the force of a fire hose spray, filling her in an instant. Her back arched like a pulled bow and her green eyes drifted and lost focus as she came in sync with her boyfriend, a line of drool trailing from the edge of her mouth as her thoughts and her self control were washed away in the torrent of pleasure flooding her mind.

When the tension abated and Jaune's bucking hips went slack, he and Winter both remained where they were for a spell, both breathing heavily as they took time to regain their bearings.

Unbeknownst to Jaune, the two of them weren't the only ones struggling to catch their breath...

Just outside of Winter's bedroom, a woman who looked much like an older, MILF-ier version of Winter was sitting on the floor, leaning her back against the wall next to the door. Her skirt was on the floor around her ankles, and two fingers were buried in the soft, pink slit between her legs. Many thick streams of clear fluid ran down both her thighs like spider's webs, and a pool of it was on the floor beneath her.

Winter's mother, Willow Schnee , had only wanted to ask her daughter and her boyfriend if they needed anything, and maybe say goodnight to them before she went to bed. But instead, she had seen her daughter getting fucked like a cheap fleshlight by the single biggest dick she had ever seen in her five decades on this Earth.

And the sight had driven her wild. She hadn't been able to tear her eyes away from the scene, and her fingers had moved without her awareness to start to run over the material of her underwear.

That had felt good, so she had allowed them to slip inside and touch herself directly for the first time in a long, long while.

That had felt even better, so she'd dared to slip the tip of a finger inside and – well, to cut a long story short, she had slowly lost control of herself until she found herself completely bare bottomed, fingering herself like it was the end of the world and moaning like a craven whore. Only her daughter and Jaune's own moans and the loud sounds of flesh on flesh they made had kept her from being caught then and there.

Even now, with the session of mad passion ended, Willow's body still tingled. With her nerves still crackling, the world seemed to have become more than itself; the air felt crisper in her lungs and on her skin, and she was more aware of herself than she had been in decades.

She could already tell it would be a challenge to pretend everything was still normal...

The next morning, Willow noticed that her daughter was a bit out of it – figuring that out wasn't exactly brain surgery – but life seemed to go on. She sent Winter, Jim, and Tim off to school as normal, bid her husband goodbye, and left for her work of actual brain surgery, feeling good about her continued contributions to human health.

But she couldn't help but notice that she felt... warm. There was a tingling in her abdomen that demanded some sort of attention, and thoughts wouldn't stop running through her head.

Mind you, Willow Schnee was a professional through and through. She understood better than anyone else how sensitive her work was, an in the operating theater, she was a machine; calm, focused, and the picture of efficiency.

But whenever she wasn't operating, images of her daughter's boyfriend's cock would continuously flash through her head. Thoughts of Jaune's thick, meaty, veiny bitch breaker tormented her from the moment she woke up – and probably before then – and every time she let her attention lapse afterwards. Everyone around her could tell she was distracted, but the woman expertly played off their concerns, not inaccurately telling anyone who asked that she'd "had an exhausting night last night".

Willow was able to make it to the end of her shift without any incidents, somehow making it through the entire day without giving in to the urge to find a janitor's closet to masturbate in, and return to her home as normal. She picked up the twins, Jim and Tim, from school, where they promptly went out in the backyard to play and/or work on their death ray (you could never tell with those kids). Willow was on the phone with her husband James, giving him his regular reminder not to get lost in his work and to be home in time for dinner when Winter got home. As Willow hung up, for the first time since she'd seen what she'd seen, she and her daughter were alone.

"Hey, um, Mom..." Winter began. It was clear as day that, whatever she wanted to talk about, she was nervous.

"Hey, sweetie." Willow replied in her perfect Mom Voice. She could tell Winter thought whatever it was was important, and she wanted to support her daughter through whatever she was going through like a good mother should. "Something on your mind?"

"Geez, Mom, it's kinda hard to talk about..." Winter said, scrunching her face and averting her eyes.

"Oh, Winter, you know you can always talk to me." Willow reassured her daughter. "I know that being a growing girl means you have to go through all sorts of situations you don't have experience with, but take it from someone who was your age once: it's never really as awkward as it feels at the time."

"Mom I know you watched me and Jaune last night." Winter said, speaking quickly.

"Oh."

...

...

...That was exactly as awkward as it felt.

"W-Well, Winter, I, uh..." Mrs. Schnee stammered, "...You weren't exactly being quiet in there..."

"Yeah." Winter said, her voice strangely flat and even. "I know."

"Neither were you."

Mrs. Schnee felt her face heating up like it had been shoved in a microwave. She froze in shock.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Winter yelled, attempting to mollify her mother. "So you got a bit horny looking at a big cock. What's the big deal? Happens to me all the time!"

Willow grimaced. "That's... not exactly something I want to hear from my baby girl."

"I'm just saying, this? This is so not the drama! It's really not a big deal, at all!"

"Really? Because it certainly feels like a big deal..."

"Really. In fact, if you want..." Winter began. Her tone was suggestive and conspiratorial. Mrs. Schnee knew her daughter was an independent woman pJaunee to making decisions on her own, but she felt that whatever Winter was plWillowing now had the potential to change both their lives forever.

"Winter, you know I love you, but this is sick and wJauneg!" Jaune Arc Willowounced as he stood in the door frame of his girlfriend's room, mouth agape at what he was seeing.

Sitting on her knees at the head of the bed, Winter was naked as the day she was born. She had her hands on her knees, looking like an eager to learn student sitting at attention. Her breasts were being slightly squished in between her arms, not having enough room to breath between them.

But they weren't nearly as big as her mother's.

Mrs. Schnee was lying between her daughter and her boyfriend on Winter's bed, thighs up and legs spread, exposing her waiting womanhood and the patch of red hair above it. Her green eyes and upturned mouth were already conveying lust, although the blush on her face seemed more embarrassed than purely aroused.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic!" Winter dismissed his concerns. "There's nothing weird about what we're doing here!"

"I'm pretty sure having a threesome with your own mom is kinda weird, Winter..."

Jaune was, of course, correct, but Winter was always worse than him at keeping her head clear and not getting swept up in trends, patterns, or other people's opinions, and getting regular dicking downs from a man with orgasms that felt more like blasts from a twelve gauge shotgun has a way of altering your sexual mores.

"Come on, Jaune!" Winter pleaded without shame. "I think seeing you use that huge cock on another girl will be really hot! Come on, please?"

"No!" Jaune stood fast.

"For me?" Winter asked.

"No, I won't–"

But Jaune's demands died on his lips.

Winter was hitting him with the puppy dog pout. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and her lip quivered.

Jaune was usually powerless against this ultimate instant killing technique. Even now, he felt his resolve wavering.

But this was more important than any quest they'd been on before (with the exception of, y'know, the many, MANY times they'd worked together to save the world). Jaune steeled his resolve.

"Nope! Not even the puppy dog pout will convince me to–"

Jaune made the mistake of opening his eyes again.

Both of the Schnee women were hitting him with the puppy dog pout.

That being struck head on with two puppy dog pouts at once would double their already considerable destructive power is so obvious it goes without saying. It's likely that, even setting aside any other factors that may fave influenced their epic battle of wills aside, this combination attack would have been enough to shatter Jaune's will like a desiccated leaf in a category five hurricane.

But there was more going on.

Willow was giving Jaune the puppy dog pout while naked and spread for him. And that changed the dynamic of the attack considerably.

Willow Schnee 's genes were clearly very powerful, for the resemblance between herself and her daughter was staggering, even with over thirty years of age difference between them.

And if this was where Winter was going to wind up after a few more years, Jaune was even luckier than he looked.

Willow Schnee had her daughter's pretty face and lovely reddish hair, but she differed in one major regard:

Her curves were even more dramatic.

Her breasts overflowed past the edges of her chest, areolas dark and wide and skin looking temptingly squeezable. It was clear how Winter had grown into such a stJauneg young woman, and that the twins would no doubt grow just as well, having all been fed by such a bounteous feast.

Her wide, child bearing hips were balanced and proportionate with her tits, looking fit to swallow up the biggest, fattest cocks in the world without any effort, and reward them with easily delivered children.

In short, Willow Schnee looked like a woman built to be bred.

And this fertility goddess of a woman was lying in a bed, naked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Pleading specifically for him to fuck her.

Jaune felt his fly tightening as his greatest weapon grew erect.

He had lost the battle.

"Fine." he groaned with a roll of his eyes, removing his pants to expose a cock already sticking a great ways out from his body. Willow gasped in surprise as Winter's face lit up like a winning slot machine at Vegas.

Jaune stepped forward and placed his meaty cock at Willow's entrance.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, ma'am?" he asked, giving himself one final excuse to back out.

"I am." she affirmed, blue eyes transfixed by Jaune's cock. While it was a cliché to think at a time like this, she couldn't deny: Jaune was much, much bigger than her husband.

Jaune didn't even have the self control left to respond in words. His cock seemed to be pulled into Mrs. Schnee 's body against his will, being swallowed in an instant.

She was so wet that Jaune was able to slip all the way in until his pelvis slammed in to hers. He couldn't stop himself from groaning loud and unrestrainedly at the feeling. His girlfriend's mom was so tight that he felt the need to work his cock back and forth against her deepest parts, afraid that if he stopped and allowed either of them to adjust themselves to the feeling, she'd completely mould herself around him and never let him go.

And while a part of him found the thought kind of sexy, not being able to use his favorite flesh tone cylinder (sorry, Rufus) would have posed a bit more than a few problems in day to day life.

But seriously, Willow was tight! From the suffocating death grip she had on his base, the tight, wet vacuum seal running unerringly up and down his entire shaft, clinging to him so desperately that he could feel the rhythmic pulses and twitches of her body as though they were his own, to the gentle yet desperate kiss like suction on the tip of his dick that he was certain must have been the entrance to her womb teasing him, begging him to give her a hot, sticky load inside... Did this woman seriously have three kids!? How the hell had any of them managed to fit all the way through such a clingy, needy space?

Willow, for her part, was already having the time of her life. Nerves that hadn't fired in decades and nerves that had never even been touched before alike were both firing on full blast, and she now felt alive for the first time in a very, very long time. Her face turned red as her blood immediately started pumping, and she was instantly wet to her thighs. She bit down hard on her lower lip, feeling her eyes starting to lose focus.

Winter's eyes went wide at the sight of her mom taking such a huge dick, and she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"H-Holy shit, Mom!" she said. "I can't believe you actually did it!"

"He's so big..." Willow breathed. Winter wasn't sure if her mother had entirely heard her. Willow's eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy look on her face, as though she were off in her own little world.

Winter's eyes traveled down her mother's body.

"Is... Is that a bulge in your stomach!?" she blurted out.

Jaune, for the first time since feeling Willow's insides, opened his own eyes.

"Huh." he said. "So it is."

Willow looked down as well.

"Goodness me..." she said with a shudder. "I've never been fucked so deep that I could see it before..."

Winter had never heard her mother use language like that before. And obviously, she'd never seen her mother looking like this before, either.

"This is so hot..." Winter said, as she moved one of her hands between her legs and started to stroke her slit...

"I really messed you up in the head, didn't I, Winter?" Jaune teased her.

"Yeah." Winter replied, making her voice low and sultry. "Guess you did."

"WWillowa make my Mom the same way?" she asked.

The words hit Jaune like a gun shot. Despite himself, he was getting in to it.

"Then what's stopping you, stud?" she asked again. "She's certainly not stopping you. Are you, Mom?"

Willow looked up at Jaune with sexy, half lidded eyes.

"Do it, Jaune." she begged him. "Give me that bi~ig dick. Fuck me deeper than my husband ever did. Mess my mind up the same way you messed up my daughter's."

She seemed to be gazing right through him.

"Ruin me."

Jaune's self control was certainly ruined, at least. It was one thing to be told that your girlfriend wanted to watch you fuck her thicc mom. It was a completely different thing to actually be inside said thicc mom, feeling her neglected womb already trying to squeeze you dry, looking at her pleading for you so seductively, all with your knock out red head girlfriend already touching herself on the side.

They'd only just started, and Jaune was already in full "my hips are moving all on their own!" mode.

Knowing that he was dealing with a delightfully fertile MILF with the potential to make at least a few more kids in there, Jaune instinctively pressed her straight in to a mating press. Even though the height difference between them was usually in Willow's favor, Jaune loomed over her now, beating her innards in to submission seeming to shrink her somehow. He hovered his chest above hers, only giving her enough space to ensure that her big MILF-y titties could bounce as he fucked her.

Winter slipped a finger inside. She couldn't stop herself from immediately going to town. Quickly, she got herself so wet that it stained the sheets beneath her, the dark spot she made widening rapidly.

Jaune was pistoning into Winter's mother so furiously that her whole body shook. He was deeper inside of her than any other man had ever been, and she was loving it.

"Oh, Jaune!" she moaned to him. "I knew you were big, but... I can't believe this! It's so deep!"

Jaune was, naturally, feeling pretty good about himself. "Yeah, you like that, Mrs. P?" he asked her.

"Yeah, Jaunenie, fuck my Mom!" Winter demanded. "Oh fuck, this is so hot..." she purred, fingering herself at a mile a minute.

"Shit..." Jaune breathed. "I think I'm going to cum..."

Mrs. Schnee 's eyes shot open. "What? Already?" she asked him, a bit of panic seeping in to her voice.

"Don't worry, Mom." Winter reassured her mother. "Sometimes Jaune cums a bit quick."

Jaune immediately proved her point. Suddenly, so abruptly that Mrs. Schnee felt it all at once as a stJauneg, rapid scrape followed by an unbearable emptiness, Jaune pulled out.

He began to beat his cock, but it looked as though it wasn't actually necessary, for he only just barely managed to slip his length out of Willow a fraction of a second before he began to spray his cum. With powerful shots, thick white globs of semen shot out from his tip, flying wildly, covering Willow's face, breasts, her taut stomach, pussy, thighs, and most of the space in between.

"Oh! Oh my!" Willow remarked, too stunned to speak properly. She felt her daughter's boyfriend's warmth all across her entire body. "He's cumming so much!"

She realized at once that if such a huge, virile load had been shot inside of her instead of all over her, she would, even at her age, gotten pregnant at once. There was no way she could have avoided it.

The thought made her unbearably wet.

Panting, she forced her eyes open, wanting to see the face of the man who'd just given her such a heavy cum bath.

But the first thing her gaze fell on was his hard, red, throbbing cock.

She stared at the completely undiminished beast, eyes wide and stunned silent down to her soul.

"That's why it's not a problem." Winter told her, smug as could be.

"He never calms down after the first shot."

"I think he fired more than one shot at me, sweetie..." Mrs. Schnee remarked. Despite her detached tone, she was grinning like a total loon, eyes sparkling.

"Heh. Sorry about that." Jaune said. He didn't sound sorry.

Winter began to crawl on all fours towards the two some, seductively wiggling her ass in the air.

"So, for our next trick, how about we–"

But neither her boyfriend nor her mother were listening to her. All of a sudden, Jaune rammed himself back into Willow's body and started thrusting again, hard enough to clap her hips.

"...Oh." Winter said. "T-That's... That's fine, too, if you two want to... do a bit more..."

She was blushing shyly.

"I'll just... sit here and masturbate some more."

And that's exactly what she did.

Jaune responded by grabbing one of Mrs. Schnee 's legs and hoisting it up, wrapping both arms around it to support himself and using it as leverage to fuck her even harder.

And Winter just sat there and watched.

No longer backed up to the limit by his body's constant over production of cum and sex hormones, Jaune was able to keep at Willow for quite a while this time.

And still, he never gave his girlfriend anything to do.

They seemed to be off in their own little world, not even hearing anything that Winter said to them.

"You two are really hot together." she told them.

Jaune responded by grabbing one of Willow's breasts, hard enough that it squished and warped under his fingers.

After a few minutes passed, Winter asked her mother "Does it feel good, getting the shit pounded out of you by a boy your daughter's age?"

Jaune hit a particularly sensitive spot on Willow's body, and she moaned so hard her tongue protruded from her mouth.

Winter's wavering sight line found its way to Jaune. "Hey, Jaune." she told him. "Kiss me."

Jaune's eyes were screwed shut as he yanked his girlfriend's mother towards him by the leg, hard enough to lift her off of the bed. She yipped in surprise, but wasn't upset. In fact, she smiled at him and giggled in delight.

For the second Jaune gave her before he moved his body parallel above hers and began pounding his entire weight straight down in to her.

Winter rubbed her arm awkwardly. "Okay, then, you two, you two keep on having fun together. I'll just... sit over here... jilling off alone."

And she slipped those fingers back inside of herself. Hey, whatever else, it was still a really hot thing to watch.

"So not the drama..." Winter said softly, in reassurance to herself.

Willow managed to pry her eyes open and looked at Jaune with a sultry expression.

"Fuck me harder, Jaunenie!" she begged. "Put a baby in to this slutty MILF's pussy!"

"I don't think I could stop myself." came Jaune's reply. "I'm still kicking myself for pulling out of you earlier. I don't care what my rational mind tells me any more, this shot's going right in side of you!"

"OH, YES!" Willow responded, eyes rolling back in to her head.

With a loud, shattering groan, Jaune pressed himself completely against his partner and allowed his semen to flow.

Willow moaned in a way Winter never imagined, even in her wildest dreams, that her intelligent and put together doctor of a mom could ever look or sound.

After a few minutes that felt like several hours, Jaune pulled himself of out Mrs. Schnee with a pop. Instantly, a torrent of cum (was Winter imagining things, or was that more jizz than he'd ever managed to make for her?) came spilling out from between the middle aged woman's petaled lips.

The two of them were silenced and immobilized by the need to catch their breaths for a spell.

Winter took advantage of the opportunity to creep up to her boyfriend and took him around one arm, holding him by it while she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Wow, Jaune." she told him, green eyes half lidded. "You really gave my mom the dicking down of a life time."

Jaune scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I, uh, guess I did kind of lose control over there. Sorry about that." he said.

"Oh, I guess I can forgive you." Winter replied. "...Provided you can rock my world the same way you rocked hers."

Jaune seemed taken aback.

"Ah, geez, Winter." he said. "I wish I could, but I kinda... emptied the whole tank back there, you know what I mean."

Winter blinked twice at him.

"I'm really sorry, Winter, I didn't think it would go like this." Even now, Jaune's tone was soft, warm, and apologetic. And that made it imSchnee for Winter to get angry at him.

"Oh, no, really, it's fine! I'm the one who should be sorry, this whole thing was my idea!" she reassured him. "Seriously, I totally should have thought about your limits before I went and proposed something like this!"

In some ways, she was right. She had never considered Jaune's physical limitations in the bedroom before. Of course, that was because she had never had to.

A part of her wanted to chastise Jaune for talking about "his limits" when he was the one who had gone off and spent all of his energy on fucking another woman right in fJaunet of his loving girlfriend, but...

She couldn't get mad at Jaune! That would be like getting mad at a cute little puppy dog in some sort of wicker basket, looking up at you with those big, wet, glistening little puppy dog eyes! You couldn't do that! Only villains could do that!

"Alright." Jaune told her, a warm smile on his face. "I'll just have to make it up to you next time."

Winter liked the sound of that, and her tone made it obvious. "Oh, next time, eh? I'm looking forward to that."

"Yeah." Jaune agreed. "Mind if I come by same time tomorrow?"

Winter's mind stopped. "You, uh..." she hesitated. "You want to come to my place again?"

"Yeah?" Jaune responded. He was confused why Winter was confused by that. It was all very confusing to the young man.

"...Two days in a row?" she asked him.

"Yeah." Jaune replied.

"...While my Mom's going to be home?" she asked.

Jaune looked down at Mrs. Schnee . She was staring up at the ceiling with eyes more thoroughly glazed over than Jaune's favorite doughnut.

"I don't think she'll mind." he said.

"Riiiiiiiight..." Winter had a really bad feeling about this.

She was just about to make some excuse as to why that wasn't going to be an option tomorrow night, something in her brain desperately telling her that terrible, terrible things would happen if she allowed what happened just now to happen again...

But then she looked at Jaune's face. His big, dopey, smiling face.

Winter couldn't deny that face anything. She swore, even when he wasn't trying, sometimes Jaune was better at wielding the power of the puppy dog pout than her or her mom.

"Fine." she acquiesced. "I'll..." Winter looked down at Willow's blitzed out form. "...We'll see you tomorrow."

"Great!" Jaune said with a tooth showing smile, completely unaware of his girlfriend's inner turmoil. "See you tomorrow, Winter!"

The next night, Jaune came inside of Winter's mom three times.

The night after that, he came inside of Willow four times.

And both times, it went the same way as it had that first night the three of them got together:

Jaune had stepped in to the bedroom and immediately started fucking Winter's mom.

He'd pressed her down in to the bed and fucked her in to the mattress, almost instantly ruining her composure, if not her very mind.

And the whole time, Winter was forced to just sit off to the side and watch while joylessly masturbating alone.

Immediately, and without her even noticing, they'd fallen in to that rut. Jaune seemed to have completely forgotten her sexually and started focusing all of his energy (and his "energy") on her mother.

Now, no one could accuse Winter Schnee of being incompetent or out of touch. Winter was, in fact, a rather smart young woman, and, like all of the world's teenagers, she was terminally online.

She'd read those articles proudly proclaiming that the world's obsession with teenaged dream boats and heart throbs were a mistake, and that a woman didn't hit her sexual prime until she was in her thirties.

More importantly, she had two functioning eyes, so she could see that her own mom did, in fact, have it going on. Willow Schnee could get it, and she could get it good. She had an ass that wouldn't quit and a pair of tits that could feed an army.

What I'm getting at is that Winter had known that Jaune would like her, and that she would like Jaune. That much was obvious.

But this was ridiculous! Jaune was HER boyfriend, not her mom's!

It took a week for those feelings to finally boil over, but finally, Winter could take no more.

She slammed one hand down on the bed (the other remaining fiddling between her legs. Hey, whatever else she was feeling, seeing her boyfriend fuck her mom in to a horny little puddle was still super hot.) and suddenly yelled at the two of them.

"Jaune!" she yelled at him.

Jaune responded with a high pitched, distinctly unmanly scream before he used any words.

"Winter!?" he cried out. "What is it? What's wJauneg? Did you see Dr. Drakken and Shego out the window or something?"

"No!" Winter yelled out him.

"Señor Senior, Sr.?"

"No!"

"Señor Senior, Jr.?"

"Jaune, I-"

"...Lord Monkey Fist? Winter, I'm running out of bad guys to guess here-"

"It isn't any bad guy, Jaune!" By now, Winter was fuming.

Jaune smiled at her obliviously. "Oh, that's good." he said.

"No!" Winter roared. "It isn't!"

Jaune blinked at her.

"...I-I mean, it is good that there aren't any bad guys around to interrupt us, that... that IS a good thing..." Winter stammered.

"But things are not good, like, in general!" she Willowounced.

"They aren't?" Jaune asked. He was befuddled.

"No! Jaune, you haven't fucked me in over a week!"

"I haven't!?" Jaune asked. He sounded genuinely shocked.

"No!" Winter yelled at him. "You haven't! All of your sexual energy has been spent on..."

Winter gesticulated wildly with her arms, indicating generally what was in fJaunet of her.

Jaune hadn't stopped thrusting in to her mom the entire time they'd been talking.

"Oh." Jaune said flatly.

"Yeah." Winter said, equally flatly but in a clearly irritated way.

"Sorry, Winter." Jaune told her. "I guess I just wasn't thinking. I mean, me sleeping with your mom was your idea in the first place, so I didn't think I'd have to worry about the two of you-"

Whatever Jaune was about to say beyond that was to remain undisclosed, for he suddenly stopped with a hitch and a gasp. Subtle tremors ran throughout his body as he clenched his eyes shut.

Mrs. Schnee screamed with pleasure, and even with Jaune's huge cock plugging the way, Winter could smell the manly scent coming from her body thicken slightly.

A thin trail of white began to seep from the space between Jaune's thick shaft and the edges of Willow's entrance.

He'd just cream pied her again.

Winter's face scrunched up in disgust.

"Seriously, Jaune!?" she demanded, outraged. "Right while we were talking."

"I-I'm sorry! I couldn't control myself!"

"Evidently you couldn't! I can't believe you!" Winter ranted at him, red in the face. "I was RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of telling you how much it bothered me that you were wasting all of your cum in my mom, and what do you do? Remind me again, what did you do, Jaune?"

Jaune was sweating buckets. "I, um... I wasted-"

"YOU WASTED YOUR CUM IN MY MOM! Completely ignored everything I was saying to you, ignored that I was saying ANYTHING to you and just shot off all your-"

"Um, sweetie?"

Winter and Jaune both went quiet.

To be honest, they'd both kinda forgotten that Willow was an actual person present in the room and not just Jaune's new favorite sex toy.

"If you want to be involved that badly, I can think of something you can do."

Winter was thrilled. At least Mom was always on her side!

"Oh, Mom!" she cried out, her wide eyes brimming with unshed tears of joy.

"Jaune, dear, get out of mommy for a second, will you?"

"Uh, Of course, Mrs. P." Jaune said.

He pulled himself back... and back... and back, both he and Mrs. Schnee softly moaning from the feeling of his long cock sliding against her insides the whole time.

Eventually, he finished pulling out. A gush and a steady flow of the creamy white stuff came spilling endlessly out of her.

Winter was giddy with excitement. "Alright!" she cheered with the lungs she'd built up over four years of cheer practice, uncaring if anyone even heard her at this point. She was too pent up, too neglected, and just too horny to care.

And now she was finally, finally going to get that itch deep inside of her scratched again.

She crept right up next to her boyfriend and started reaching for his beautiful cock.

"Now, then, if you don't mind me, I'll just be taking this for myself..."

Suddenly, Willow hoisted both her legs up in a perfect V, presenting herself like an experienced slut.

"Fuck mommy's ass, Jaune." she ordered.

A stJauneg kick ran through the entire length of Jaune's cock as he turned hard as diamond.

"Wha!? Mom!" Winter shouted.

But it was already too late. Jaune had already gone to work.

It was an incredible sensation. Willow's asshole was much tighter than her pussy. It was so tight that it was difficult to move, even with the generous amount of her juices lubricating his dick. And yet, beyond the strangling grasp of her entrance, there was a gentle, warm pressure. Jaune felt like he was getting a firm handjob from Willow's tight entrance while simultaneously fucking a pussy.

It was intense. It was delightful. Already he was, once again, fucking like a man possessed.

Willow was loving it.

Winter was not.

"...So, uh, what do I do?"

Willow looked at her daughter with stars in her eyes. A predatory grin split her face.

"Lick the cum out of mommy's pussy." Willow demanded of Winter.

Winter was stunned. "What?" was all she could ask.

"Lick. The cum. Out of mommy's. Pussy." Willow repeated.

Winter sat there, mouth hanging open. She couldn't believe it.

Having a threesome with your mom was one thing (her thoroughly shot sense of sexual mores told her), but touching her with your tongue... down there? That was a whole other ball game. And Winter didn't play ball games, she cheered at their sides!

And yet...

Winter gulped and looked at the target she'd been given.

The rough anal pounding Jaune was giving her continuously shook new globs of thick, creamy seed from between Willow's legs. The jelly-like substance seemed to glisten in the light.

It had been a long time since she'd gotten any of Jaune's cum in her mouth.

"...Okay." Winter said softly.

She leaned forward.

She stuck out her tongue.

She closed her eyes.

She felt pressure on her tongue.

She tasted cum.

There was no going back.

Winter scooped Jaune's delicious cum, the taste she'd learned to love so much, with her tongue and greedily swallowed it down. The feeling of her mother's pussy lips, and even the sweet yet slightly spicy taste of her juices, wasn't enough to deter her. She needed something of Jaune's, and if this is what she was offered, it was what she'd take.

Willow giggled, both at the extra stimulation of Winter's tongue and at the sight before her.

"Aw, my little Winter's a big girl now..." she teased.

Winter rolled her eyes. She hated it when her mom embarrassed her in fJaunet of her friends.

But she kept on licking. Even through Jaune's rough fucking making her mother's body shake, she kept on going. She unerringly managed to find her target, instinctively seeking the seed of the person she knew to be a superior man.

Every lick got her more of the flavor she craved, and every taste drove her to lick more.

Until, finally, there was simply no more cum left inside of her.

Swallowing down the last of it with a gulp, she opened her mouth to show it empty.

"All gone. Did I do a good job, mommy?" she asked.

Jaune thought that was the sexiest thing on this earth.

And he expressed it by cumming buckets in her mother's tight ass until it overflowed.

"...I'm not licking that one." Winter said.

Everyone chuckled at that.

"So? How was it sweetie?" Willow asked her daughter. "Did that fix your craving?"

"I mean, a little..." Winter admitted. "But I still want his cock!"

Willow fixed her face into her Kindly Mom Expression.

"Oh, Winter. I never wanted to take your boyfriend away from you. If you want to have Jaune's cock inside of you, of course you can, any time you like."

Winter was on the verge of crying. "Oh, Mom..."

The Schnee s, mother and daughter, hugged each other.

Over their delight that they could both have sex with Jaune.

Jaune Arc loved his life.

The hug broke, and the two women turned to face Jaune.

"So, Jaune..." Winter said. "Mind if it's Mom's turn to sit and watch?"

Jaune started to sweat. "You mean right now?" he asked. "Winter, I'm feeling kinda tired..."

Winter and Willow both began to crawl towards him on all fours, their faces looking seductively predatory.

Jaune Arc... Usually loved his life.