Cream and Marine raced back to her apartment through the fatigue of their multiple orgasms and the vibrator eggs buzzing inside them. Cream was laughing the entire time, but Marine was mortified. She could not believe she actually just did that! A million thoughts raced through her head all at once. Did anybody recognize her from school? Did they know her mom? Did their parents? What were the chances word would eventually get to her, especially after the orgy broke out around them back at the playground?

Only after Cream shut the apartment door behind them did they pause and let out a sigh of relief. Marine dropped the bikini and leaned up against Cream for physical and emotional support.

"I... really can't believe we did that." Marine said. "How do you even have the courage to do that on a daily basis?"

"There is no shame in having a gorgeous body, simple as." Cream said. "Only people who protest it are bitter and jealous. Anyone who wants to fuck me is gonna undress me with their eyes anyways, so I might as well make it easier for them!"

"Have you ever been caught by the police?" Marine asked.

"Not really. I'm a lot faster than I look! Oh, hi mom!" Cream suddenly said, looking over Marine's shoulder. Marine whipped around and felt the blood simultaneously rush to and drain from her face. To say she was mortified was an understatement. Sitting on the couch was Vanilla. She was completely naked, too, legs spread far apart, knees level with her shoulders, and she was watching some sort of camgirl porn on the big TV while she rubbed herself off.

"Hey there, Cream." Vanilla said casually. "I didn't hear you come home earlier."

"I mean, you were busy in your room with another guy; I didn't want to ruin the mood. Who was the guy, anyways?"

"Oh, just some kid looking for a bit of lovin'. Nothing special." Vanilla said dismissively. Marine looked back and forth between Cream and her mom just being so casual about all this, like it was a perfectly normal part of their life. She was shocked, confused, intrigued and perhaps even a little bit aroused. She could not imagine even a fraction of this happening with her own mom. She was a much more conservative, reserved woman. Just like Cream and Vanilla, Marine's home life was just her and her mom, and even then her mom didn't like her walking around her house in just her underwear.

And then here was Cream and her mom, Cream having clearly just come from streaking outside, and her mom openly masturbating on the couch in front of her, casually talking about sex. Like, this was just normal for them! It was shocking, and if truth be told, Marine was more than a bit jealous. She was jealous of Cream's sexual liberation. She seemed to be enjoying herself all day, every day; in fact, Marine knew she was enjoying herself. And this was perfectly normal for her; not a result of depression or a broken household like so many like to claim.

"Clearly he left you unsatisfied?" Cream said.

"Well, you know, he tried his best." Vanilla said.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all! You know how to please mommy so well." Vanilla slouched down even more so she was basically laying down on the couch. Cream sauntered over to her, climbed up onto the couch, and sat down on her mother's crotch. From where Marine was standing, she could see their pussy lips pressing together. Cream braced herself against the back of the couch and rolled her hips back and forth.

Marine saw their video together from several weeks ago. She knew Cream and Vanilla were having sex, but to see it happening here, right in front of her, made it real in a way that simply knowing about it could not.

"Man, you guys are both nuts." Marine said, approaching them from behind.

"Oh, you're still here!" Cream said. "Do you want to join us? There's always room for one more."

"Tempting, but I gotta get home." Marine said. "Mom'll get concerned if I come home late. But before I go..." Marine fished the two vibrator eggs out of her pussy. She had gotten so accustomed to the vibrations that she didn't really register them anymore outside of a dull, passive tingle. Their absence stood out even more to her, now. "Before I leave, though, I'll just leave these... uhh, here." she hesitated for a moment before slipping the vibrator eggs, still buzzing at full strength, into Vanilla's plump pussy. She recoiled and arched her back under her daughter. Her moaning gave away that she was far along enough that that was enough to bring her to orgasm.

Marine left the room and gathered her belongings from Cream's room. She stared at her clothes for a moment and hesitated. She was torn between putting them back home or walking home naked. She wanted to continue to be naked, but her mom worked from home, and if she saw her daughter was being naked outside, there would be hell to pay.

A loud moan from both Vanilla and Cream in the other room brought her back to the present. She'd risk it. If Marine took the time to get dressed here, she might end up joining them. She gathered up her belongings, stuffing her clothes in her backpack, and without another word to Cream or her mom, left the apartment.

The walk back to her own apartment on the other side of the complex was an interesting experience. She was wracked with self-consciousness at first, worried if she would run into anyone on the way home. After a few minutes, however, she was able to relax and think about how good the warm, spring air and sunlight felt on her bare skin where they normally wouldn't touch. She thought about earlier, when she and Cream were in the park, and how good it felt to have sex outdoors. It was liberating, and just the idea of being able to do it again was making her very much aroused.

Marine shook her head. Why was she thinking about sex so much? Ever since Cream's little exhibition game several weeks ago, her thoughts have been wandering more and more to sex. Before that day, she would masturbate maybe once or twice a week. Now it was several times a day. Hell, she had two orgasms just in the past hour, and that was turning out to not be enough to satisfy this itch.

Around the corner from her apartment, Marine ducked behind the stairwell. She dropped her backpack on the ground and began to masturbate. It was exciting, feeling the air all over her body, the lack of anything burdening her except for her shoes, and the danger of someone catching her naked, let alone in the act! It was all so arousing, and that arousal was quickly turning into a mania.

With the image of Cream and Vanilla scissoring on the couch back at home still fresh in her mind, Marine was able to cum in less than a minute. She rubbed her palm against her clit very rapidly to prolong her orgasm. She gushed out all over the sidewalk. Her orgasm was so intense, she had to lean up against the wall to prevent herself from falling over. The rush this gave her was addicting. Even coming down from it didn't give her the mental clarity she expected. There was no sense of dread or regret; only a pressing desire to engage in it more.

That being said, she still had enough sense to remember that she needed to get home soon. Marine reluctantly threw her clothes back on and dried her hand off on her spats. Only after catching her breath did she go around the corner to her apartment.

"Hey, mom, I'm home!" she announced as she crossed the threshold.

"Welcome home." her mom replied. She was in the kitchen, making dinner. "You're home later than usual."

Marine looked up at the clock and was startled to see it was a little past five. She clearly lost track of time.

"Sorry about that." she said quickly. "My friend wanted to show me a new outfit she got, so I went to her place."

"I see." her mom said. "Is this friend that rabbit girl I've heard has been causing trouble around town?"

"Uhh, I don't think so?" Marine said confusingly. What else has Cream been up to that her mom would have heard about? "But Cream is a good friend. She's nice to me and doesn't... she doesn't pressure me to do bad things."

Her mom put down the knife she was using to chop vegetables and looked up at Marine.

"Look, I know you're at that age where you will ignore most of everything I say," she said carefully. "But girls like that are nothing but bad news. She may seem nice, but she's heading down a bad path, and I don't want you to get caught up in that. There are plenty of men who prey on young and impressionable girls like you, especially in this city, and if you are not careful, they will chew you up and spit you out. It's too late for her, I'm sure, and I don't want the same to happen to you."

Marine considered the terrible irony. From what she saw, Cream was the one able to manipulate others by playing to their sexual urges, not the other way around. She was empowered by her sexual liberation, not made vulnerable by it. Marine remembered some months back where Cream got in with this guy who started to hound and attempt to manipulate and blackmail both her and others by recording them in the act. She always thought it was strange that only he was arrested and nobody else.

More importantly, Cream seemed to have the healthier relationship with her mom. Marine and her mom weren't hostile towards each other, but it was a stiff and stilted relationship due to her mother's sexual repression and inhibitions. She didn't even like implied sex in movies. They never had "the talk", and Marine's sex ed class was gutted. Everything she learned about sex was through online porn and lessons - such as they were - from Cream.

As much as she wanted to dispel all of this to her mom, however, she didn't want to compromise what relationship they had. She felt like it could only go downhill from there, and she was the only family she had.

"I understand." Marine said, which was as honest a response as she could muster. "I'm going to go do my homework now."

She went to her bedroom, where she removed her homework assignment from her backpack, sat down at her desk, and proceeded to work through it. None of it was difficult; just what was effectively busywork. She wondered half the time if the teachers actually graded it correctly, especially the ones that required an answer based more on creativity.

Marine was most of the way through her homework assignments when she started to get that urge to strip down again. She looked over at her door. It was slightly ajar, her mom was around two corners, and by the sound and smell of things, dinner was going to be ready in fifteen minutes, tops. Carefully, silently, Marine got up from her desk and closed the door. She then went around the corner next to her closet and removed her clothing. The more she did it, the more she was starting to understand that this felt right and natural, on top of making her feel aroused.

Without even thinking about it, Marine found herself jilling again and had to make the conscious decision to stop. She looked at her fingers in disbelief, which was dripping with her musky pussy juices. What was happening to her? Was this what also happened to Cream before her sudden change in character?