Dad had barely ended his last call when Sophia's phone buzzed with his calendar reminder: another 30-minute team huddle starting in five minutes. Perfect timing.
She didn't bother closing the master bedroom door. Instead, she grabbed Mia's wrist and mine, pulling us down the hall to the guest room—the one Dad used when he worked late and didn't want to "disturb" anyone. The door stayed wide open. Hallway light spilled straight in. From the guest room, you could see directly down the corridor to the open door of Dad's office, where he was already adjusting his webcam and clearing his throat for the meeting.
"Door stays open," Sophia whispered, slipping out of her robe in one fluid motion. Her voluptuous body glowed in the afternoon light—heavy breasts, thick thighs, pussy still shiny from the office creampie. "Dad's mic is live in thirty seconds. We fuck right here where he can hear every creak if he listens hard enough. Same rules: whoever makes Alex cum first wins. Loser has to walk past his open office door leaking the winner's load when the call ends."
Mia's eyes flashed with pure competitive lust. She was already naked, the remote plug and egg still buzzing inside her. "I'm taking him on the bed while you eat me, Mom. And I'm not even trying to be quiet this time."
Sophia smiled that calm, predatory smile and pushed Mia onto her back on the guest bed, legs spread wide toward the open doorway. She climbed on top in a 69, burying her face between Mia's thighs while lowering her own dripping pussy onto Mia's mouth. Then she looked back at me, ass high, and mouthed *now*.
I stepped up behind Sophia and slammed into her soaked cunt in one hard thrust. The wet slap echoed down the hallway. Dad's voice drifted from his office—professional and calm—as he started the meeting.
"…good afternoon, team. Let's dive into the Q4 forecasts…"
Mia moaned loud and shameless into Sophia's pussy, the sound carrying clearly. Sophia's tongue never stopped working Mia's clit while I pounded her from behind, hips slapping loud enough that the bed frame groaned in protest.
"Fuck— harder, baby," Sophia gasped between licks, her voice just loud enough to travel. "Right there— breed Mommy while your father talks about spreadsheets."
Mia reached back, cranked both remotes to max, and the buzzing grew louder. Sophia's walls fluttered wildly around my cock. She came first—thighs shaking, moaning into Mia's pussy loud enough that Dad actually paused mid-sentence for half a second.
"Everything okay on your end?" a colleague asked through the laptop speakers.
Dad chuckled. "Yeah, just the house settling. Continue."
Mia grinned around Sophia's clit and sucked harder, determined to win. I kept fucking Sophia deep and relentless, the open door making every moan and every wet slap feel ten times filthier. Sophia came again, louder this time, and I exploded right after—thick ropes pumping into her while Mia licked up every drop that leaked out around my shaft.
Sophia's win. First load.
She didn't even let me pull out fully before she spun around, shoved Mia onto all fours facing the open doorway, and guided my still-hard, cum-slick cock straight into her stepdaughter's dripping pussy.
"Your turn, princess," Sophia whispered, loud enough to carry. "Take it while Dad's on camera. Let him hear how loud his little girl can get."
I slammed into Mia balls-deep. She cried out—raw, bratty, shameless—her voice echoing down the hall. "Yes— fuck— breed your stepsister right here, Alex! I want Dad to hear me taking your load!"
Sophia knelt beside us, one hand rubbing Mia's clit, the other reaching back to finger my ass while Dad's voice droned on about quarterly targets. The risk was insane: open door, hallway light, Dad literally thirty feet away on a live call. Every thrust made the guest bed creak. Every moan carried.
Mia came hard, screaming my name loud enough that Dad actually cleared his throat again. I followed instantly, flooding her with the second massive load of the call—thick, heavy, overflowing so fast it ran down her thighs and dripped onto the guest-room carpet.
The meeting wrapped up. Dad's chair rolled back.
Sophia grabbed Mia's hand. Both of them were still leaking rivers of my cum as she pulled her toward the doorway. "Loser walks past his office. Now."
Mia grinned, cum running down her legs, and strutted straight down the hall—naked, dripping, plug and egg still buzzing—right past Dad's open office door. He was just closing his laptop, back to us, but if he had turned even an inch he would have seen everything.
Sophia and I followed a step behind, both of us leaking, hearts hammering.
Dad never turned around.
The second his office door clicked shut, Sophia pulled us back into the guest room, locked it this time, and kissed us both—deep and filthy.
"Two loads while he was literally on a live call," she panted, cum glistening on her lips. "Tie again. But the real victory is that we just fucked in the guest room with the door wide open and he still has no idea."
Mia licked a thick strand of my cum from Sophia's thigh and smirked.
"Tomorrow we're doing the same thing… but in the master bedroom while he's on his morning call. Door wide open. And I'm tying you to the headboard so you have to watch me win."
Sophia's eyes sparkled with pure filth.