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forkanna · 4 months

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NOTES: Yep, this is really the end! We have one or two side projects in mind for this little universe of ours, but this is THE definitive end of this storyline. Frui and I would like to thank you for your patience in waiting for this fanfic to finally come to light; a lot of editing, real life annoyances, and various economic situations have made it more difficult than we wish it was. We hope you can enjoy it with a "better late than never" attitude. And who's to say? Maybe we'll see the characters from this universe again sooner than you think.

This chapter is dedicated to the memory of the late great Christine McVie. Those who know will spot the tribute to her.

See you around! Where we're going, we don't need roads!

Jessex and Frui

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EPILOGUE

"And that's a wrap!"

Anna McFly wiped the sweat from her brow before she returned her Gibson ES-345 to the stand by the drumkit. Every day for the past year, she had regretted the decision to get the Pink Heels back together for a reunion tour — especially when most of them hadn't seen each other for five years before that. But that was only because she was getting older, and putting in the work of getting back in shape, both musically and physically, was no easy task.

"Gobshite," Merida groaned as she rolled her shoulder, setting her bass down. "The whole thing was gobshite."

"Oh, relax," Jane snorted, cracking her knuckles. They missed her drum skills, but she was always better suited to keyboards in the first place – and getting older meant she didn't hit those drum skins as hard as she used to. "It's all going to come together, loves. Already sounds brilliant, you ask me."

The two redheads grunted, "Who asked you?" But they were smiling, and the smiles remained even when Jane tossed an empty water bottle at Merida's head.

"We need to tighten up those solos," Anna said. "They're going to run over if we keep doing that, and you know old ladies like us can't handle that kind of extended show anymore."

"Old ladies?! Feck, you an' Jane might count yerselves, but I'm a sprightly forty-seven if ever I were a day, I am! Full of vigour and vitality!"

As they laughed, their new touring drummer stood, hand stuffed into her dark tresses and scratching nervously. "So… are you guys sure I still have this gig? I mean, I keep feeling like I'm bringing the tempo down, but it's because I'm listening; like, I'm such a huge fan of the Heels, I can't even-"

"We know, Moana, we know," Merida sighed.

Anna and Jane didn't have the heart to point out how the fangirling was the only real downside to hiring her; other than that, she was incredible. On par with Imelda, who had been severe but passionate before they lost her to cancer at the end of their final tour. That had been the true reason the band drifted apart; they all needed time to heal.

Time was also, in the end, what brought them back together. Life was too short to waste it, to not spend it with the people they cared about, doing what they loved. It had taken a bit of persuasion with Merida; she had moved all the way back to Scotland and "given up touring", as it turned out because she had been harbouring a secret fear of flying for many years. So to get her back to Dell Valley had been a bit tricky. But it was worth the effort – and all of Merida's hours of therapy – in the end.

Or at least, Anna hoped it would be. It felt like it would be already, but age truly was catching up with them. At least when she got home, she could relax. Her wife seemed to do nothing but work lately – though she was coming to the end of her 'project', as she called it. As though it wasn't a culmination of years of work and waiting and patience.

Before she had even realised it, Anna had a dreamy, dozy expression plastered on her face. Her mind tended to wander when she was tired, and she should probably have been concerned but she often daydreamed anyway. Honestly, the worst thing was when Merida snorted at her expression. She rolled her eyes, but there was affection there, honed by decades of friendship.

"Ah, go'n home," she said, making a shooing motion with her hands. "We've been 'ere all day an' we'll be 'ere all day tomorrow."

"Oh, Mer, the least I can do is help you clean up," Anna said, waving her away. It only lasted a brief second because Jane let out a snort that sounded as if it came from a gorilla, not the petite woman.

"Oh, you think we'll clean up? You're very funny, Anna dear. No, we just arrive before you do so you don't notice."

"Not blimmin' hard, either," Merida grunted under her breath. Anna let out a sound that may have been an "oi!" imitating the both of them, but it was really hard to tell under all the laughter.

Once the two old heads said they were taking the fresh meat out for drinks, despite Moana's insistence that she was barely 21 and had never so much as tried a sip of beer before, Anna bowed out gracefully. There would be plenty of time for getting to know the new girl another night. For now, she just wanted to make her way home.

Traffic was pretty ridiculous, but Anna was able to avoid the worst of it by bypassing the skyway – which was always jammed. Backstreets helped with that. She used her vocal shortcuts to place a virtual order and picked up some Thai food on the way home.

"Welcome home, Anna," announced the computer voice as she kicked the door shut.

"Thanks, EVE. News."

"Tension growing in the rural regions of-"

"Happy news."

"A litter of puppies was born in a teacup ride at a Disneyland. Sources say the mother wriggled into the park through a gap in the fence, previously thought too small for anyone to come through."

Anna smiled sappily as she set the bag of food down on the kitchen table. Those stories worked on her, every time. "Awww…"

Once she set out the food, and no one else had greeted her, she set off down the hallway. "Always working…" she muttered under her breath as she came upon a plain white door, save for the flickering LCD screen of a sleepy face, complete with little cartoon 'zzz's. Smiling softly, Anna ignored that status update and knocked gently on the door before pushing it open.

"Hey, sweetheart? I got some takeout for dinner…"

"Ggrmm."

Elsa's voice was barely a sound; it was obvious she had been sleeping, even without the screen telling her what she had been doing. Hunched over her desk, paper marks pressed into her skin and her hair a mad tangle, it was entirely likely that Elsa hadn't had a solid night of sleep for a week.

"Hey, what did we say about sleeping in here?" Anna asked. Her voice was reprimanding but still gentle as she came to rub Elsa's back in slow, soothing circles. Elsa gave a yawn, and then another, before she could answer.

"I know, I just… this deadline is really coming up and it's nowhere near done, and-"

"And it will be waiting for you after dinner and after sleep. Come on…"

"Mmmhh."

With a mixture of leading and pushing, she finally got Elsa into the hall and heading towards the kitchen. "Have you eaten today? At all?"

"Don't talk to your… mother that way," she said, interrupted by a yawn. When Anna laughed, she smiled blearily. "Alright, alright. Yes, I had a hydrated bagel with instant lox this morning with my coffee. Is that better?"

"It would have been better if that had been after you had a good night's sleep. But yeah, I guess I'll take it for now."

Once at the table, they set about tucking into dinner. Her mother had bags under her eyes, but even with those, she still looked very vaguely younger than Anna. That was thanks to the treatments, of course. They all lived healthy lifestyles, but Anna had never gone into the future for a treatment that wasn't available yet; it was an abuse of the power of time travel. Maybe eventually, when they got to be elderly, they would partake again. For now, their timestream-hopping days were at an end. And they had exactly the results they wanted.

When Elsa glanced up from her plate, rubbing at one eye with her fingertips, she blinked in surprise to find Anna watching her. "What?"

"What-what?"

"You're staring."

"So?"

"Why are you staring?" she said impatiently with a slight smile.

"Why not? Can't I just want to watch a perfect face?"

Elsa rolled her eyes, rolling the noodles around her fork. "What a weird way to phrase that. But… I suppose you may."

"Oh, thank you for the permission, Your Highness," Anna sassed. Elsa pointed her fork, dripping with noodles, at Anna.

"That's 'Your Majesty' to you," she said, grinning before finally taking a bite. "What time does Jennifer's flight come in?"

They both turned to look at the clock, even as Anna said, "Just before midnight." She heard Elsa put her fork down, ready to speak, but she beat her to it. "And no, you're not coming with me to pick her up."

"But-"

"Nope, no 'buts'. You need sleep, Elsa - real sleep. Not just a nap in the car."

She huffed, but there was a slight smile on her lips as she said, "You sound like me."

That was enough to break the tension, if it had ever truly been there in the first place. They ate dinner in peace, Anna telling her about the changes the band had made, what they were up to in gearing up for their big reunion tour. Elsa shared the progress she had made on her novel, the changes her editors wanted that she didn't agree with.

"Just don't change it," Anna suggested, shrugging. Elsa gave a long-suffering sigh; they'd had this discussion before.

"I have to. I don't have any… what's the term? Cred?" Anna snorted, and Elsa glared. "If I want to start building a portfolio, I need to write what the publishers want."

They didn't stay on that topic long – there was no need to rehash an old argument. Elsa had not been writing nearly as long as her ex-husband and didn't have unrealistic expectations, Anna thought she should reach for the stars… rinse and repeat. At least they both agreed that the work was worth doing.

After dinner, they had a quick dessert of fruit salad and cream before hopping into the shower. They took a little longer than if they hadn't shared, but that also would have been the boring option. There was still plenty of time before Anna had to go and pick up Punz, but she refused to entertain Elsa's suggestion of queuing up a movie before she had to leave.

"Nope, you need rest, Elsa," she said sternly. Elsa scowled at her, and it would have been effective had it not been broken by a yawn.

"But I never see you anymore…" It wasn't completely true, but it wasn't exactly false, either. With their individual projects and differing schedules, they often only saw each other at breakfast as Anna ran out of the house, and at dinner. That may have been a very common trap many couples fell into, but it didn't make it any better that they missed each other so much.

So to help remedy that, at least for the day, they came to a compromise. Sleep for Elsa, and a catnap for Anna until she had to go and pick up her wife. At least this way, they got to lie together for a little while.

"I wish you weren't going on tour."

"I know," she sighed softly. "But I have to; I owe it to the girls, and to the fans. And you need to focus on your book, anyway."

"It's almost finished." But it was a weak protestation. Playfully, she whispered, "You're my daughter and you'll do as I say."

"It's because I'm your daughter that I won't." They both shared a laugh about that.

The time flew by once the chatter subsided and they simply enjoyed each other's closeness. Finally, Anna sat up and pulled her jeans up over her purple panties, a bra around her trim frame that used to be a little trimmer once upon a time. Elsa didn't seem to mind if the way her arms slithered around her middle was any indication.

"Come back soon. I'll sleep until you get here, I promise - so I can save up my energy for when you get back."

Anna melted completely into the touch. "Stop. I gotta run…" But the kiss against her neck made her sigh. "You're terrible."

"I'm in love."

"Yeah." Then she turned and got a handful of Elsa's face, shoving her back to bounce against the mattress with a little surprised laugh. "Me too."

"Alright, alright! See you soon, sweetheart."

In mere minutes, Anna was on the highway with her speakers blasting a steady stream of oldies from her usual internet radio choice. Most of them were from the 2000s, but a few from the 80s slipped in there. Tears For Fears cropping up brought a huge grin to her face that didn't fade until she was taking the exit for the airport.

Jennifer was already waiting for her along the terminal line. Her hair was getting long again, and she had gone back to blond; Anna knew she was going to miss being able to muss it up, even though she always got smacked for doing so. Despite the dim light of the lamps and a hundred other cars' headlights, her wife looked tired – or perhaps it was because of such light washing out her pale features. Either way, she perked right up when she saw their familiar car pull up alongside her.

"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing out alone at this time of night?" Anna asked when Punz stuck her head in through the window. She got a soft, if tired, smile as a response. She didn't actually speak until after her bags were safely stowed and she was in the passenger seat, kissing her wife soundly on the mouth.

"Oh, geez, I've missed you," she said, once they broke for air. "Told myself I wasn't going to say a word until I got my hello-kiss."

"Well then, hello."

"Goof," Punz laughed as they shared another brief peck. Putting her seatbelt on, she glanced around. "Elsa at home?"

Anna made a vague noise of annoyance. "Yeah, her dumb ass has been staying up too late and getting up too early trying to meet these editor's demands." Her grip tightened briefly on the steering wheel before she forced it to loosen. "You can ask her tomorrow. But how was your trip?"

"Not as exciting as it could have been," Punz answered wryly. "I think Los Angeles would be more fun if I weren't stuck inside the whole time with a band that's getting a little big for their britches. But that's what they pay me to do."

Anna pulled a face, releasing the wheel so she could hold Punz's hand. "Well, you're home, safe and sound."

"How is the reunion planning going? How is the new girl, uh… Mona?"

"Moana. She's… nice. Good at what she does, which is all anyone can ask."

They fell into more casual conversation after that. There would be plenty of time to debrief in the following days; for now, it was late and both women simply wanted to appreciate the others' company. It wasn't as though they hadn't gone without one another before; they had, many times. But each time it felt longer, seemed to suck a little more out of their sails. With Anna's reunion tour looming over their heads, and the potential for book tours in Elsa's future, their stable home life was somewhat uncertain.

"So have you been rehearsing?"

"Yeah, of course. Every day. I swear, Jane sounds better than she ever did in the old days; must be all those concertos in London. And we got…" Catching the look in Jennifer's eyes, she cringed. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"You mean rehearsing THAT."

Swatting Anna's arm, she said, "Yes, THAT! It's only a few days away now. And you have to get every word exactly right, or we might not-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. And I have been rehearsing. It's just…"

"Just?"

"Well…" Sighing, she pulled off the highway and began driving into Dell Valley proper. "I still feel bad. I know we're not really gonna be lying to her, but it feels that way. Since everything is rehearsed."

Jennifer's hand came up to pet along her arm. "Hey, I know. But it's so important you get this right! Or else… we might lose everything we've come to love about our lives over the past couple decades."

"But look at us! Are we really happy? Always running around, barely seeing each other? Sometimes… sometimes I wish I'd never gone into the past at all!"

The silence was long and heavy. "Do you?"

"No. But I'm just stressed, okay?" Turning on the self-driving and slumping down a little further in her car seat, she let Punz tousle her hair a bit. "Thanks for putting up with my cranky ass. And you're the jetlagged one, too."

"Not that jetlagged," she laughed lightly. "Just ready to be home."

"And we're ready for you to be home, too," Anna assured her. "Even if Elsa is probably asleep because she really has been running herself ragged."

Punz smiled softly. "I'll try my best not to wake her. Sounds like we could all use a good night's sleep tonight."

"I know that I always sleep better when I have both of my favourite girls with me, not just one of them…" Anna said, shooting Punz a sidelong glance. Her wife's grin lifted her spirits considerably.

Luckily for the both of them, they lived on the side of town closest to the airport; instead of having to drive the extra twenty minutes, they were home barely half an hour after leaving the terminal. They snuck in like two teenagers who had just played hooky, leaving the suitcases by the door to be dealt with tomorrow. Punz wasn't sure whether to have a shower or forego it. Fortunately, she didn't have to decide because Anna simply shepherded her towards the bedroom. She didn't smell at all; it was just that she had been flying all evening, and the warm water would do anyone a world of good after travel.

That turned out to be the right call, because no sooner had she crawled into the centre of the bed about thirty minutes later when a second pair of familiar arms wrapped around her from the other side.

"Hey, Elsa," Punz whispered softly. She got a grunt for her trouble, but Elsa's arms still tightened a little more around her. Scooting closer so Anna had some room to join in, she kissed Elsa on the cheek. "Go back to sleep," she urged gently.

"No," she shot back petulantly, which made the other two chuckle.

"Elsa, has Anna been practicing her lines?"

"Hey!" Anna burst out. But Elsa's answer was kind enough that she didn't have to stay upset for long.

"She has. And she has the spirit of the message down. There's sometimes one or two words of variation, but past-me is going to eat it up regardless."

Punz settled in between them, and Anna felt Elsa curl around her other side more tightly. She reached across to clasp their fingers together as they both nestled their faces into either side of Punz's neck, earning a little hum of satisfaction from its owner.

"I missed this," she breathed.

"Me, too," Anna agreed. There was a long pause.

"If you're waiting for me to say 'me, three', it's not going to happen. Ever."

Grinning, Punz whispered, "Except you just did, Elsa."

When Anna laughed, the hand squeezed hers a little tighter for one second but she made no further comment. All three of them were swiftly dozing off, but none actually wanted to take the leap into dreamland. They just wanted to enjoy this tender moment a little while longer.

"When was the last time we were all together like this?" Anna asked. The reply came in unison.

"Your birthday."

There was a brief silence before Anna let out an ungodly snort. "That was an adventure and a half."

"Mhmm," Elsa sighed in agreement. "I didn't know a human adult was capable of making the noises you did."

Punz giggled. "Oh, and your breath smelled for days afterwards!"

"Whose bright idea was the chocolate-covered pickles, anyway?"

Both Elsa and Punz's voice rang through the late night. "Yours!"

Once more there was silence, though this time it was broken by a soft, "Oh yeah…"

As they tended to try doing when they were reunited, all three of them pushed their faces in together for a three-way kiss. It was a lot more comical than it was romantic, but they persisted, and always ended up grinning and giggling into the contact. Then they settled in again to relax.

"Ever think we would all end up in a cuddle puddle?" Punz whispered.

"Not I. Who wants to be in a cuddle puddle with their daughter and her wife?"

"Elsa McFly, duh," Anna joked.

"Hey – that's Cyndi Lorraine Mann to you, and any legal authorities who ask, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Mommy." The slight poke into her ribs made her grin. "Okay, okay, we know how you feel about that."

Punz leaned up just enough to kiss the tops of both their heads. "Come on, you guys. I know we joke but we have a great life. Don't pretend we don't."

"You're right, Jennifer," Elsa whispered as she clasped Anna's hand again, resting the both of them on Punz's stomach. "I wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China. Even with all the twists and turns and time travel, I just love you both so much."

Anna sighed contentedly as she settled in again. "Yeah. It's been… educational."

As they drifted into dreamland, Anna McFly had the world's biggest smile on her face. With those two women beside her and the future looking brighter than ever, she felt like she was on top of the world. And her future had room to get brighter still; they had nothing but time.

~ THE END ~

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forkanna · 7 months

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WARNING: Punzelsanna continues. NSFW. Anal and breast and foot play and lots more.

NOTE: This is the penultimate chapter. Surprise! I know a lot of you have been waiting too long to see the end and we only hope you won't be too terribly disappointed in the little epilogue!

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This whole situation was as fascinating as it was hot for Jennifer. The way Anna was fervently grinding against her face at least proved she was enjoying having both her girlfriends get her off, even if one of them was now assaulting her ass. Elsa seemed to be liking it, too. With the way she was positioned, her breasts hung directly above Punz's head like tantalising fruit. Her nipples weren't as pronounced as they had been, likely from lack of stimulation and the heat of the sauna, but Punz had little doubt that Elsa was just as aroused as she had been earlier.

With Elsa helping speed Anna along to a messy end, it became harder and harder for the redhead to concentrate on Punz. Not that she was really complaining – she had already had her own delightful finish, and the idea that Anna was deriving pleasure from something so obscene was still a pleasant one. Moving her hands, she left Anna's clit for a moment to better kiss her pussy.

That did put her face a lot closer to the other one working on Anna, but luckily Elsa seemed to be quite the professional in placing bodies in ways that worked for all parties involved. So she kept her focus on her own job, and let Elsa get on with hers.

"What are you… doing back there?" Anna finally managed to pant as her hips rolled, a little at a time. "Feels like… five mouths!"

As Elsa chuckled, Punz chanced another look upward. The sight of those beautiful mounds was doing a lot for her — more than she wanted to admit, given that she didn't really think of herself as a breast woman. But they were calling out to her, gorgeous and heavy… soft… full…

"Go ahead."

"Huh?" she breathed, glancing up at Elsa to see that she had paused in her efforts. Her thumb was now pressing up against Anna's ass, shifting back and forth just enough to keep stimulating her, but her gaze entirely was for Punz at this moment.

"My tits. If you want to play, help yourself. I can take over for you."

"But… I wanted to help Anna with…" With what? Oh, right; her orgasm. "Well… my hand can do a good job of that, too, I guess…"

"What are you guys plotting back there?" Anna asked, and Elsa chuckled. Then when Punz's folds began to disappear downward as she inched along the bench, she said, "Aww… you snooze, you lose, I guess. Should have been- AH! -been doing my part!"

The gasp was from Elsa's tongue pressing against Anna's ass again, going back to work. But Punz had something else she was focusing on now. She had managed to scoot far enough back that even while Elsa was doing something she quite frankly found to be bizarre, she could wrap her lips firmly around one of those gloriously large nipples. The way Elsa responded made it entirely worth it: she let out a low moan of her own, leaning even closer to Punz's lips.

There was something wonderful about breasts, and the multiple ways to appreciate them. She felt so blessed to get to play with one of the greatest pairs she had ever seen.

True to her word, Punz also kept up teasing Anna using her hand. The redhead quivered above her, the combination of her hand and Elsa's tongue between her cheeks. She seemed to enjoy it – particularly the latter part – more than Punz would ever have guessed.

Anna never complained about their sex life, but it wasn't exactly spicy. Punz was self-aware enough to recognise that she wasn't the most adventurous person. She hadn't even been able to buy her own toy! Anna had to do it – online, in an incognito window – and then Punz had just given her the cash for it later! But she hadn't laughed, and for that, Punz was grateful. She doubted that Elsa would, either.

Therefore, she felt it was only fair to indulge the McFly girls in all these kinks – and if that included… butt stuff, well, who was Punz to complain? It wasn't her thing, but it was hot watching Elsa do this to her girlfriend - and there was no denying that she wanted to be part of whatever was going on. She wanted to be nipping at Elsa's breasts, teasing and kissing and loving them.

So she did. Why did they have to be so large and round? So perfect? Of course, they weren't normally like that — they weren't implants, so they had begun to move downward thanks to the gradual effects of gravity, even after the surgeries and treatments had helped perk them back up. But with Elsa in that position, from Jennifer's point of view, it was like they were two perfectly round globes of softness. Without any flaws.

Crazily enough, it was turning her on again. Listening to Anna and Elsa moan, the latter less so but increasing with all the attention her chest was getting, and loving the feeling of the stiff peak against her tongue. She thought this was too much, but she also wanted more. She wanted…

"AH!" Anna was crying out as she reached her end, bucking against Punz's fingers and the mouth plying at her backdoor. Not that she could tell from that angle, but it seemed to be that maybe Elsa had worked her tongue in past the perimeter, but either way it seemed to have worked: Anna came and came hard.

And that was it. Well… it should have been. For some reason, even though the show was over, Punz really didn't feel like stopping. Her hand fell away to simply pet Anna's thigh, but her mouth and other hand were still preoccupied with the weighty deliciousness above.

"Good God," their owner chuckled breathlessly, leaning against Anna's hip as she weathered the attentions. "Someone down there thinks they're going to get a little milk if they try hard enough."

That was enough to rouse Punz, and immediately she released Elsa to sit up, face alight with shame. "O-oh, God... sorry…"

That was a little silly. The fun was over – and surely so was their time in the sauna, right? She looked around, searching for the baggie with Anna's phone in it to check the time. Her search came to a pretty rapid end when Anna moved forward to kiss her on the cheek, and Elsa sat down to sandwich her between the two of them.

"It wasn't a criticism," she began. "It felt nice. If you wanted to continue, I wouldn't stop you."

Biting her lip, Punz glanced between the two women on either side of her. Anna looked giddy and basically the same way she did after a week of celibacy being broken by a good orgasm – or several. Elsa looked happy, true, but she also had an expression on her face and in her eyes that Punz hadn't really seen before today – and one that Anna currently lacked: arousal, with a heaping topping of desire.

She and Anna had figured out their preferences mostly together. Elsa had a good thirty years to know what she liked, and it felt odd asking. Anna would know what she liked, right? And Elsa wouldn't say she was interested if she wasn't.

Decision made, Punz leaned over and down, nuzzling Elsa's generous chest. A hand slowly wove its way through her hair, and she paused only long enough to turn to Anna and say, "Wanna pitch in?"

The smirk was definitely worth it. This was probably a dream come true for the redhead, and for Punz… it wasn't far off.

"Sure, you bet," Anna began. "But I might have a better idea…"

"Yeah?" For a moment, she waited for Anna to tell her the idea, or to show her. When Anna only kept petting Punz's stomach idly, smirking like she had the world's best secret, she finally turned back to see what Elsa was doing. Sure enough, she was also looking a little curiously at her daughter. But deciding they weren't going to find out right away, Elsa turned back to Punz and shrugged.

"Up to you, Jennifer."

So she did what she wanted. Having to turn slightly away from Anna, she curled around Elsa's chest and wrapped her lips around the nearest tit. Her other hand wandered its way up to grasp at the one not occupied, and she more felt than heard Elsa sigh in distant pleasure.

Then she had an idea of her own. Heedless of what Anna was plotting, though curious, she was thinking about something Elsa had said before. So shifting up a little higher, she switched her mouth to the other breast, curling close to Elsa in that way as she sucked and swirled her tongue around it.

"Oh," Elsa breathed with a shaky little laugh. "Are you my baby now? Feeding?" Punz nodded very slightly. "Do you want me to call you 'baby'?" She shook her head, and Elsa grinned. "Alright. Do you want to call me 'Mommy'?"

"I don't want to call you 'Mommy'," Anna joked from where she was shifting around behind her back, and Elsa laughed a little louder at that. Which wasn't something Punz was used to hearing. "Why do you think Punz would?"

"Well, I don't know, do I? She could have an oedipal complex." When she felt a visible cringe from the woman in her arms, she looked down at her with mirth in her eyes. "Sorry. I wouldn't judge either way, obviously."

Letting go of the pebbled nipple, Punz began kissing around the breast instead. "There's no way I'd do this with my mom," she said, every few words punctuated by another kiss, or a scrape of her teeth. Pausing in her exploration, she looked up at Elsa. "Though I guess you are the literal definition of a MILF."

With that bold statement, she went right back to work. Neither Elsa nor Anna knew what to do for a moment; they weren't used to a bold Jennifer Punzel. Elsa, luckily, didn't actually have to do anything but sit there and take what her new "baby" was giving her.

It didn't take Punz long to curl around her again. The closeness was comfortable and comforting. She felt Anna move closer and kiss her once on the forehead before leaning across her to kiss Elsa. As soon as Punz realised what Anna was doing, she doubled her efforts. And when they broke apart, it seemed like a good time for her to follow suit. Give Anna a chance to get in there.

But the redhead didn't. She sat back and just looked at Elsa for a moment. "Today has been a super weird day," she began. "So I think this calls for something a little… special."

"And having two gorgeous young women to take care of me isn't special?" Elsa questioned. She had a lot more control than Punz would have thought possible, especially considering she had just brought two other people to orgasm and yet her own had only just been teased – if that.

"True," Anna chuckled, leaning down to take the other nipple at last. But she clearly wasn't in a position to keep it up very long. Punz went back to work on hers, and Elsa actually did let out a sigh of pleasure at having both suckled at once. Then her daughter pulled off to whisper, "Just turn a little bit for me?"

Elsa didn't even ask. She let Anna's hands manoeuvre her around so that Punz was almost curled up in the corner of the benches and Elsa was turned very slightly in her direction. Anna sat very close to the corner on the neighbouring bench, petting along Jennifer's ass. It felt nice, so she hummed as she laved over the reddened peak.

"You're quite good at that," Elsa admitted with a vague smile. "Either you and Anna have been practicing or you were breastfed a little longer than most children."

"Do you really want me to call you 'Mommy'?" she asked in a whisper, kneading the other breast and dimpling the flesh with her fingers as she manipulated it, tugged and pinched. Trying to give herself something to focus on so she wouldn't panic. "Because it almost s-seems like you do."

"Not really," she chuckled, a little breathless from the stimulation. "But I'd play along if you did."

Punz wasn't sure if she believed her. Still, she didn't really want to turn Elsa into a sexual mother figure; that seemed like a kink better left unexplored. That was Anna's territory and hers alone! She preferred the idea of her as a second girlfriend. Which was crazy enough in and of itself!

But maybe she could "play", as Elsa had put it. Try it on for size just once.

"Mommy has the best tits."

Elsa blinked in surprise, head drawing back a fraction of an inch. Punz felt an irrational sense of triumph; she had done it! Elsa was the one surprised instead of her for once! Not that it really mattered, but she was smiling as she went back to work on the nipple in her mouth, laving and suckling hard, relishing the sensation even more now.

"Well, I really didn't expect you to try it. But… interesting. And I can't say this isn't a fantastic experiOH!"

At first, Punz thought she had accidentally bit down or something, even though she was reasonably sure she hadn't. But then she felt something brushing past her back. Pulling off Elsa, she looked over her shoulder to see Anna was sitting there just as she had been before. So what had she felt?

"Anna Victoria McFly!" Elsa hissed, using a "mom-voice" she had avoided using the entire spa trip. "I told you that I don't… that isn't something I'm interested in!"

Giggling, Anna's leg kept shifting beneath Punz's back; that was the only thing it could be. "And I don't believe you. I think you just convince yourself that you don't since it has such a weird origin story."

When Punz rolled back to look up at Elsa, she could see that her cheeks were flushed much deeper than she'd seen them in a long time. And this was a blush of shame. What was Anna doing to her that flustered her so much? Letting a hand slide down behind her, she couldn't feel anything other than Anna's leg. Was she trying to tickle her? But as her hand kept investigating, it became apparent what Anna was doing.

Or rather, what Anna's foot was doing. Really?! Glancing up, Punz could see Elsa's expression still held that same amount of shame, but now it warred with something else. She looked ill, and yet… still aroused. It could have been to do with the fact that her body still reacted to pleasure, regardless of its source. But if so, why was she ashamed? Was it that her body was reacting to Anna? Or was it because she was actually enjoying this specific activity?

"I feel like that story… must be pretty interesting," Punz said mildly, shifting into a better position. With her free hand, she rubbed along Elsa's stomach as her lips and other hand continued to attack her chest. It was in part an attempt to distract her; if she really didn't want Anna doing what she was doing, then she would put a stop to it.

"Definitely," Anna purred, clearly satisfied with herself. "Would you like to tell her, or should I?"

But Elsa didn't look as amused by the situation. "I'll tell her. You left your shoes behind in 1985, and a footprint on my windshield, and that was all I had left of you for thirty years of loneliness. So I developed an emotional attachment. Are you happy?"

That did get Anna to hesitate, and Punz even felt reprimanded – though she knew in her mind that she was upset with Anna, not her. She looked between the two women, worried about what might happen next.

"You like my feet," Anna insisted once she had recovered, though she wasn't smirking anymore. There was a sobriety in her words beside the arousal now. "I just thought… I'd try this out while Punz was busy with your chest. Because I think you want to – I think you've wanted to play with these for a long time. You just feel like it's 'too weird' or whatever, so you talk yourself out of it."

At that, Elsa sighed and let some of her irritation go. "Those pink heels are the most important thing I own. People are more important to me; you girls, Kristoff, my other children. But as far as material possessions…" She shrugged, looking away. Her cheeks were still quite rosy. "You getting me off with them really complicated my feelings about them, that's for sure."

"You got her off with shoes?!" Punz hissed at Anna, and saw her nod, a little of her former smile returning. "How does that even work?"

"Oh, just like… think about stepping on a cunt with your shoe and just rubbing a lot. It's not like I actually stuck the shoe inside or anything crazy."

"Oh… well, good, I guess. But that still sounds unsanitary!"

"It was through my clothing," Elsa explained, swallowing hard at all the attention being on a topic she didn't want it on. Punz felt for her, and began to kiss her chest again to provide another distraction. "And maybe I'm being kind of childish about this. But I really don't have the fetish you think I do, Anna."

"Then don't call it that," Anna said simply. "But this is a day for trying new things – and you already admitted that the shoes were important. If you decide that it really wasn't for you, then we can stop. I just don't want you to… miss out on something that you might end up really enjoying, just because you think you shouldn't enjoy it to begin with."

"Fine," Elsa said, almost wearily. "But don't expect it to happen again-ngh!"

As soon as permission had been granted, Anna did what she did best: took it and ran with it. Either her toes or the ball of her foot pressed into Elsa – Punz couldn't honestly tell – and Elsa's body obviously enjoyed it. Her nipples had grown harder still, and this was the most overcome with need she had seen the older woman's face since she had known her.

Their eyes met, which only reminded Punz of her own job. Wrapping her arms around Elsa's midsection, she squeezed her tight. A hug, but mostly to enable her lips to trail over and explore every inch of her sweaty flesh. Elsa's skin was soft and salty, and as much as she was distracting the elder woman from Anna's ministrations, Punz felt her own body being wrapped up in the sensations.

Especially when she could hear Elsa release little puffs of air that certainly sounded like she was enjoying what was going on.

Biting her lip, Punz had an idea. Perhaps Anna was right – and Elsa was always able to say no if she wasn't. But if she maybe did like this as much as Anna believed… there was no harm in asking. Kissing her way up Elsa's chest to lave for a moment at her throat, Punz had to pause a moment just to build up her courage. Elsa didn't notice at first – her eyes had slipped shut and she was biting her lip. It almost looked like she was trying not to enjoy it as much as she was. But that would be silly. Clearing her throat, she moved up to nibble at Elsa's ear lobe.

"Do you…" she began in the quietest whisper, before losing her nerve. It was enough to get Elsa's attention, though, and if she maybe looked a little grateful for the distraction, well, Punz wasn't going to judge.

"What is it?"

Swallowing, Punz shrugged. "I just… I have feet, too…"

"Oh, not you, too," she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry!" Punz backpedaled right away, going back to kissing at her collarbone. "I mean, you can probably tell I don't really know what I'm doing. Is… is this okay?"

Elsa didn't answer right away. Her hand came up to run gently through Punz's hair, reassuring her with actions instead of with words. For a minute or so, things continued in that way: with Elsa resisting the temptation to give into the sensations Anna was delivering to her because of how she was delivering them to her.

Finally, Anna cleared her throat and said, "Hey… Elsa, I can stop. I'm really sorry, this is too much for today, isn't it?"

"No, Anna, I'm sorry," she sighed as she wiped at the sweat on her face. "I didn't mean to dump my emotional baggage on you like that, when you were only-"

"Nah, it's my fault for teasing you. Sometimes I forget how bad those years were for you, and… and that really is my fault, so…"

They were all quiet for a moment. Then Elsa smiled over at Anna. "I know you do. And neither of us wanted those thirty years to happen; they just did. A cruel twist of fate." Then she reached down to pat her shin. "And… I do think you're being a brat about this, but it doesn't feel terrible. You don't have to stop. Just don't tease me about it anymore."

"Got it," Anna said with an actual honest-to-god salute. "Sensitive topic, Miss Mom-Girlfriend, sir." Punz giggled, and Anna's sweaty features changed to a chagrined little smile. "If you're sure…?"

With a smile, though still a little tentative, Elsa opened her legs just a little wider. "Then... step on my pussy, if you must. I'm all yours."

"Ours," Anna corrected, shooting Punz a grin. "You're ours for the moment."

That brought a little bit of reality back to Punz, though surprisingly, it didn't make her feel bad about it. Elsa may or may not have a thing about feet and Anna may or may not have a thing about butt stuff, and both girls may or may not have a thing about older McFlys. And that was okay, and with Anna and Elsa, it was actually fun and exciting. God, if she wanted to try something else that was a little out there, she sincerely doubted that they would have a problem with it. And if she wanted to never do this again, well, that would be okay too. How lucky they all were.

Resuming her quest to cover every inch of Elsa's upper body with kisses, she made special note of that. She was lucky to have Anna, her beautiful, sweet Anna. She was lucky to have Elsa, a woman who could be a mother figure – the kind that her own was not – or a lover, and it was okay that the line was a little bit blurry.

But by that same token, she came to realise that they were lucky to have her, too. And today had been about showing her, proving to her that she was just as valuable to their lives. After thirty years of loneliness, as Elsa had put it, the elder McFly ought to have wanted Anna only for herself. But she didn't. She just wanted Anna to be happy.

That thought alone was more than enough to encourage Punz to redouble her efforts. The peaks of Elsa's nipples stood up so invitingly from her chest, and Punz was helpless to resist returning to them. Whatever Anna was doing was working, and she took a moment just to appreciate the sight.

Elsa still hadn't completely relaxed, but neither did she look like she hated it. A hand gripped the hard surface of the bench and she had her eyes closed. Even to Punz's untrained eyes, she definitely still looked too tense. So, biting the inside of her cheek and hoping that Elsa would react positively, she cupped Elsa's breast with one hand and moved the other to her cheek, and before she could even react, Punz was kissing her softly on the mouth.

A very soft hum was Elsa's only outward acknowledgement of the change in tactics. The part that still scared Jennifer was how easy it was to be with her, even though they had never tried this before today. Almost as if all that time spent with Anna had been "practice" for this new encounter with her mother – which freaked her out every time she thought about it, even if her body had stopped reacting by going into panic mode anymore. Knowing Anna was there took away the guilt she might have felt over being with another woman, and also helped set her at ease, because a good friend was there to help reassure her.

Crazy. It was crazy how natural it felt. Like finally being home.

When Punz felt Anna's hand teasing over her ass again, she was broken from the trance. That was when she noticed her mouth was open, Elsa's tongue was inside and searching for hers, finding it easily. That had happened while she wasn't even aware, so lost was she in thought, in feeling. She had no willpower to fight her off. Only once she felt a slight shiver and squirm did she draw away, gazing up at Elsa and seeing lust there. One of the woman's thighs kept squirming against her side while Anna's knee brushed past her back.

"H-how is it?" she whispered.

"Good," Elsa told her, just as quietly. Her face was flushed, and there was still a hint of shame there even if she had mostly given herself over to the moment. "Just… strange."

"I can barely get in there," Anna told them from behind. Punz tried to picture what was going on below her - and the image of toes trying to tease labia was so wild that she decided to turn her focus back to Elsa's chest instead. "Could you put your leg up or something? Would probably help."

Elsa started to raise the leg further away from them, but it almost caused Punz to fall, and they laughed briefly. Then Punz said, "Oh, here – get your other leg up here. I can hang onto it."

"Is this bench big enough?" But she was already trying it. Punz helped lift it over her body and ducked down as the leg was artfully passed over her, and then wrapped her thighs around it to hold it in place. That would definitely open the elder McFly up a lot more to Anna's teasing.

"There," Punz sighed. "That works, right?" Now that they were secure in the new position, she reached a hand up to start caressing over one of Elsa's breasts again. This time, she did relax; not a huge amount, but enough to be noticeable, especially compared to earlier. One hand came to rest on Punz's back, rubbing gently at the skin as she let out little sighs and gasps.

All in all, it looked like she was enjoying this, but it still seemed as though she disagreed with what was actually giving her pleasure. Punz felt, more than saw, Elsa's free hand disappear downward, and assumed that it was in order to hurry herself along. The choked groan seemed to prove so. But then Anna let out little noise of her own and it was impossible not to pause and look.

While the hand on Punz's back dusted against the skin, Elsa's other hand between her legs held right to Anna's foot, thump digging into the sole with her fingers against the top. Seemed she enjoyed it a little more than she wanted to let on if she was actualy holding it in place now.

Swallowing, Punz leaned up a little to kiss Elsa's chest. "You know," she began softly, sincerely, "my offer still stands. If you want…"

"What?" Elsa asked dazedly. A little too absorbed in what she was doing and having done to her to fully focus. Meanwhile, Anna did something between a giggle and a moan due to the massage she was getting as a way of Elsa controlling the stimulation against her most sensitive area.

That was when Punz began to have second thoughts. Maybe it wasn't feet – maybe it was just Anna's feet. After all, that had been part and parcel of the explanation given: she only had foot-related things to remember her by once she vanished into the future. A story that still seemed crazy, but too crazy not to be true.

So for a moment, she went back to playing with Elsa's nipples because it was honestly fun for both of them. More than Punz expected. Of course Elsa liked being stimulated there, but she hadn't thought she would want to play with them this much; she never did with Anna. It was true that Anna's breasts weren't this huge, and most of the time she enjoyed focusing on her face, on bringing her pleasure and receiving it in return. So that made sense. This was almost like…

Elsa let out a particularly sultry moan, and that was when she realised. This was porn. Even though she'd never looked at porn in her life, this was basically it.

The pink nub fit in her mouth so well, felt incredible sliding over her tongue… satisfying. So was the weight of it, the softness. Even though she knew logically it was alright, she felt so perverse doing this! Being with a woman more than twice her age, related to her girlfriend, all of it felt both thrilling and wrong. And then there was the "Mommy" thing they had brought up. She hated to think they were right, but… what if some primal part of her brain still craved that from her childhood? It could be true. Maybe it didn't apply to her, but it could.

After all, it wasn't like her own mother was actually all that great. She hadn't been the worst, but she most certainly hadn't acted like a parent most of the time. She cared only as much as she had to, preferring to spend her time judging Jennifer's grades or appearance. Pretty much every aspect of her life.

But even though Elsa and Anna's familial relationship was a little… warped, it was still plain to see that they loved and respected each other, first and foremost. Punz had the advantage of knowing the two of them before they realised who they were to each other, and that relationship was something she had longed for in her own family life. And never received.

That being said, she now had a place to call home of her own. And this wasn't something she wanted to analyse further; no, right now, simply the feeling of having Elsa writhe beneath her, because of her, was enough. Perhaps Anna could shoulder most of the blame for that, but it was undeniable that Punz was helping.

Maybe that was why it felt like porn, too. There were so many taboo things going on that it was hard to keep track.

"Oh, Anna," Elsa moaned, cutting through the swamp of her thoughts about too many things. She never could have predicted that having a breast at her mouth so she couldn't talk would make her mind wander so much.

"Yes?" There was definitely a slight smugness in Anna's tone. Sure, she was trying to keep it from being too bad because Elsa was sensitive, but she had been right: her mother was enjoying this.

"N-nothing."

"Go on," she urged her, and Punz could feel the leg shifting against her side. "You know it's just us in here. Anything you want to say, or try… it's all good."

For a few seconds, Elsa just kept up what she had been doing, and Punz really wondered if that was going to be it. So she redoubled her efforts on the breasts, squeezing and tugging as she laved them all over. Not that she fully knew what she was doing, but their owner didn't seem to mind in the slightest if her panting was any indication.

Then she moaned, "More… it's… s-so good…"

It was impossible to tell who Elsa was talking to. Not that it stopped either of the girls from trying harder. While Punz couldn't do much extra, she could ensure that what she was doing was enough. At the same time, she knew that Anna was a little less lost than she when it came to pleasing Elsa, and she used that knowledge to her advantage. For whatever reason, it was still taking them longer to get Elsa off than either had probably assumed. Surely they had to be running out of time by now; they needed to pick up the pace.

"Do you really want more, Elsa?" Anna asked. She gave a particularly hard thrust at the same time, causing Elsa to gasp and then moan before even attempting to respond.

When she did, it was a simple, "Please…"

"Tell us," Punz urged. "Tell me what you want." But still, Elsa didn't give voice to her desires. She really did seem to be enjoying their actions, and maybe she could ride them all the way to her climax, even if it was taking a little while longer than the others.

Punz was also having a hard time ignoring how this was affecting her. Feeling those fantastic breasts under her lips and tongue, in her hands, listening to Elsa moan and Anna egg her on. Hell, even the two different hands on her back and two different legs pushing into her body…

That gave her an idea. "Here," Punz whispered, hiking Elsa's leg up a bit higher. Which had an effect neither of them had expected.

"OH!" Elsa gasped. "Jennifer, that's you… on my…" She swallowed, and she looked up just in time to see the elder woman staring down at her in mild surprise before she looked away, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Sorry! It was… an accident…" It was; she was only aiming to open Elsa's legs up further for Anna to pleasure her. However, seeing the reaction made her want to try a little more. The arch of the foot sliding against her wetness didn't do much for her personally — or at least, not because it was a foot. But it was warm skin belonging to another woman, and that was definitely welcome.

"O-oh… was it?"

Swallowing, Punz kissed the side of her breast. "Yeah… but if you want me to keep going…" She began to grind on Elsa a little more deliberately, a soft moan slipping from her throat.

More than a way to get her own release, this was a way to show Elsa that it was okay. That if she could find pleasure from something that didn't have any emotional attachment, then it was more than okay for Elsa to do the same. So, grinding down, she let loose another moan, this one louder than the others. She heard a soft, "Fuck," from behind her that was definitely Anna; in response, she just opened her legs a little wider, reaching down to grab Elsa's ankle and hold it in place.

It seemed as though both Elsa and Anna slowed down their own ministrations just to watch her. Punz's actions weren't hard or violent – in fact, it was rather smooth as she rolled her hips, grinding gently against the foot of her girlfriend's mother.

"You feel so good, Elsa," she managed to gasp out, before biting her lip. Whether it was her words or the action, it had an unexpected, but not undesired, result: Elsa pressed back. Her ankle lifted up and against Punz's core, wrenching a choked cry as it slipped through her wetness, applying pressure to where she needed it most.

She wasn't going to last long, but that was okay. Now only using her grip on Elsa's foot to steady it, Punz let herself tip forward again to resume her caresses of Elsa's breasts. This time, Elsa responded with a lot more vigour than she had previously, and Anna was capitalising on it, it seemed. Behind her, Punz could sense her girlfriend moving harder. It jostled Elsa just enough to provide a little bit of extra friction against Punz.

Her original assessment was right: she wasn't going to last long at all. Being stimulated herself and helping to stimulate Punz in return, both using this forbidden technique that seemed to give her both shame and great satisfaction, Elsa came hard all over her daughter's insistent toes. Punz stopped her own actions for a moment as she witnessed it, purely to watch this calm, controlled woman lose all control. It was magnificent.

Once she began to calm again, Punz kissed and sucked at one of her nipples for a moment, hips moving again. She privately wanted to have a mouth or some fingers down there, but this wasn't nearly as bad as she'd been expecting; just something to grind against. She had done that with stuffed animals as a little girl. If Elsa and Anna wouldn't think any less of her, then she was just fine finishing herself off that way.

Of course, her girlfriends had other plans.

"Hey," Anna chuckled, petting up and down her back. "Come on, you don't have to hit numero dos that way. Sit up." Punz obeyed. She was sad to feel Elsa's leg leave her, but her brain was in a fog; she would do whatever anyone told her, more or less.

"Mmm," Elsa sighed as she immediately curled around her and let a hand fall in her lap, tracing fingers along her slit without any foreplay. They were past that now.

"Elsa?"

"Thank you, Jennifer. That was… most exquisite." Her legs wrapped around one of Punz's as she worked at her, and Punz let her eyes close — but they flew open when she felt two other legs wrapping around the free one a moment later. "Hello, Anna."

"Hey, guys," she said in a feigned casual voice, hand drifting up to caress over Punz's chest. Having both of them play with her this way at the same time was very nice, and she smiled. "Ooh, I think she likes it."

She wanted to let out a smart quip or something, but it was easy to decide against it: she didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, she had never thought of herself as especially funny.

Now they had come full circle. Today was about Jennifer, or so they said, and now they weren't going to let her forget it. Feeling Elsa at her front and Anna at her back would be a dream come true if she ever let herself dream of it in the first place. So when Elsa's thumb grazed her clit, the same moment that Anna's fingers found her nipples and squeezed gently, she couldn't help the gasp that slipped from her lips. Neither could she prevent the moan that followed. Anna scooted closer – if that were even possible! – and the sensation of her girlfriend at her back only sped along her climax.

She knew what she wanted, but it felt wrong to ask for more. Not when Elsa and Anna were already giving it their all. For a while, only her gasps and groans filled the air. Her orgasm came close, but she was never quite tipped over the edge – a frustration for all of them.

"What do you need, love?" Elsa asked gently, while Anna was biting her earlobe. She squeezed just a little harder, but that wasn't it. And now that she asked, Punz knew she should be able to answer. They had already explored Elsa's kink so there was no harm in voicing her own.

But that was a lie, and she knew it. Elsa's was personal and private to her. But what Punz wanted, right now, it would throw both Elsa and Anna back into a position she doubted they would appreciate. She just bit her lip and shook her head and chased after an orgasm that seemed to be getting further and further away.

That is, until Elsa spoke again. Her words were soft and gentle – soothing, but not like Anna would soothe her.

"It's okay, baby girl. Mommy's here."

Immediately, she felt silly. Childish. She wanted to crawl away from them and hide, but she knew she could never do it; not with them on either side of her, making her feel so good. Not that she wanted to admit how she felt about that word. This sensation was brand new to her, and she wanted a chance to think about it before…

Before what? Neither of them would ever tell a soul. They weren't mean like that. If she couldn't trust Elsa and Anna after all of this, then she really couldn't trust anybody. And that wasn't the kind of person Jennifer Punzel was.

"Mommy wants you to come," Elsa was saying now, in the same gentle tone. Over her shoulder, she noticed Anna wince, a little less comfortable with this type of play but not so offended that she was fleeing from the sauna. "Can you do that?"

"I-I…" Swallowing hard, she looked away. "I want to… it f-feels so good…"

"Can you do it?" Elsa pressed a little more, tipping up Jennifer's chin with her other hand to stare down into her eyes. "It sounds so good when you come. Do it now."

Swallowing hard, completely unable to believe what she was doing, she whispered, "Y-yes, Mommy." A vision of her own mother swam into her memory, but luckily it was very easy to waft that away. To replace it with Elsa.

"Very good, Jennifer," she told her with a smile. "Here…"

And then she began to thrust a finger inside of her, hoping to coax her orgasm there faster. That was definitely doing the trick; the head of steam she had lost was building back up at an incredible speed.

As her hips rolled, she moved closer to Elsa – not on purpose, but she wouldn't deny that she wanted to be closer. It didn't help that Anna seemed to be pushing her forward, either, the pressure against her back getting harder, heavier, with each passing moment. As soon as she was close enough, Elsa leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. Her fingers never stopped moving.

"Good girl," she said against the soft skin of Punz's face. "Nearly there…"

"Ngh!" She tried to bite back the groan, but the sheer force of it ensured that some entered the air between them. Before she even realised what was happening, Punz's arms were wrapped around Elsa, head pressed against the older woman's chest. There was no urge to begin pleasuring her, if only because there wasn't room in Punz's mind for anything other than the fantastic pressure inside her, and Elsa's words, washing over her. She was so close!

But as always, Elsa knew exactly what she needed. With a precise thrust, she kissed the top of Punz's head and said, "Mommy's so proud of you. Come for me."

That was enough to break her, to have her tip over the edge and into the burning inferno that was her orgasm. The dampness on her face wasn't only from the sauna, and she had no say in what her body did afterward. Jerking gently against Elsa's fingers, still inside of her, seemed alright for now. Anna's hand drew lazy circles against her stomach, running up and over her breasts occasionally – not to tease, but rather to help bring her in for a gentle landing. Every part of her felt on fire, and she couldn't build up the strength or courage to either open her eyes or lift her head from Elsa's luxurious chest, where she had screamed with pleasure for longer than she wished were true.

And just like that, the shame began to wash over her, dousing her body in a cool chill that was so out of place.

"No, no," Elsa soothed her gently the moment she felt Punz shiver, actually sounding less motherly now that she had finished teasing her. Interesting. "Listen. Don't feel like you've done anything wrong, okay?"

"B-but… but I let y-"

"Shhh." Punz was only too glad to let herself be shushed; she hadn't known what she was going to say, anyway. "Anna and I are here for you. We don't ever have to do this again if you decide it's not for you, but please don't feel like you made a mistake. You just… let yourself have some fun."

Jennifer so badly wanted to accept that as the truth. But how could she? Essentially, she had used the word "Mommy" as a sexual conduit through which to get off a second time in one day. Channeled some lingering feelings of abandonment from her own mother into what they did in the sauna. It was sick and wrong.

"Punz?" Anna whispered into her neck. "Seriously, you okay? I… I really didn't mean for this to end up, y'know, as a three-way. But Elsa's right; it can just be a one-time thing if that's what you want, and we'll never push you to try it again. Swear to God."

Her cheeks were wet when she sat up a little straighter, but she didn't push either woman away. "I… you don't think it's f-fucked up? That I did this whole breastfeeding thing on your mom, a-and she had me call her 'Mommy', and… I think I'm losing it!"

Two pairs of arms were instantly around her, both women comforting her. Little by little, she began to feel less panic, even if she still was disgusted with herself. At least she could be disgusted with good friends surrounding her.

"It's not fucked up," Anna assured her. "A little different, sure, but if it's something that felt good for you, and it didn't hurt us in any way, then what's the problem?"

"But I–" she started, "I was so disgusted when you first told me what was g-going on with you two, and now-"

"And now you don't know what to think," Elsa finished for her. Punz nodded her head, feeling pathetic. "Jennifer, tell me. Was it the roleplay that you enjoyed, or the words themselves?"

Lifting her head, eyes still a little red, Punz looked at Elsa. Confusion had setting between her eyebrows, and she wasn't entirely sure what Elsa was asking. "I… I liked it all…" she said. Was that what Elsa wanted to hear?

It seemed not. The elder McFly gave a soft smile and said, "I know you did. But I suppose… what gave you the most pleasure? Pretending there was a mother-daughter relationship between us, or me praising you?"

Oh. That wasn't as easy to answer – and perhaps it should have been. Shouldn't she know what she liked and disliked about sex already? How was it that Elsa was so experienced when she hadn't had a serious relationship with a girl… ever? Swallowing, she tried to put her thoughts into words. Anna's presence at her back was a comfort, and she found herself leaning into it more.

"I… liked pretending with you…" she started. "I liked touching you and k-kissing you. But I think my body liked it more when you were calling me… calling me a good girl. Telling me I was doing really good. B-but I also think that maybe because we were… playing… I reacted to it stronger. I don't, I don't know…"

"That's kind of what I thought. If I were to make a guess… I think you just needed to be 'shocked' into that second orgasm. Mother-daughter play is high on your list of taboos, and the wrongness of trying it was thrilling. And I understand that, Jennifer; getting off the second time can be a lot harder than the first."

"Yeah," she breathed in relief. "That's totally it!"

"However, you may still actually have a 'Mommy' kink," Elsa said with a slight smirk. "But it definitely doesn't have to mean you want to do anything with your own mother. For some people, they're totally unrelated. I once knew a woman who had a Daddy kink, and she has a great, completely non-sexual relationship with her father. She just liked that element of taboo in her sexual activities."

Punz could have done without that part of Elsa's help. Still, it was nice to know that if indeed she was into that kind of thing, it didn't have to mean she would end up like Elsa and Anna. Not that it was bad for them, but it wouldn't be good for her specifically.

As she was nodding, Anna kissed her shoulder and whispered, "And most of us have a thing about boobs, because of breastfeeding. Like, I love her boobs, too. And yours! And you're not my mom."

"Thanks for clarifying that I'm not your mom," Punz laughed, and the other two chuckled as well. As she snuggled into Elsa's chest and felt Anna doing the same against the back of her neck, she smiled and whispered, "And… yeah, I guess you guys are right. This is all just super new for me."

"It's new for us all," Elsa assured her gently. "And it certainly yielded some rather… interesting results."

"Mmmm…"

Punz was more than prepared to just rest between the two McFlys for a few more minutes – recover some of her strength – when a rather odd and unwelcome noise sounded throughout the room. It took a couple seconds for Anna to move away and find it: an alarm.

"Ugh," she groaned, not bothering to return to her position behind the girls. "That's it, party's over. Our hour's up."

"An hour?" Punz hissed. "What the- we did not do- do that for an hour!"

Turning back to look at Elsa, she was met with a not-unkind smirk. "Pretty good for an old lady, eh?"

Punz just stared at her, looking a little lost for a moment before she turned to Anna. "That's longer than you and I have ever-"

"Tch-tch-tch, hey!" Anna interrupted. Too late: Elsa was already giggling. It was light and there was no malice in it. Still, it seemed like Anna's pride had been wounded, and she pouted until both girlfriends beckoned her back over to them.

"Guess the old lady has some things to teach us, then," Punz suggested gently. An apology and an invitation, all in one. It broke Anna out of her embarrassed funk, and she looked at Punz with something akin to excitement on her face.

"Really?"

"Well… if she doesn't go senile, and I don't check myself into a psych ward, I don't think I'd mind…"

"Don't get too excited," Elsa laughed. "I'm not some BDSM queen who's going to put you through your paces. Just… yeah, I've done this a few times before."

"With two girls?"

Anna's mother shrugged as she pulled on her swimsuit. It seemed she had brought it after all, just had shucked it off once in the sauna before Punz ever entered. "No, but I've been with far more than two in total. That has to count for something. Plus…"

As the others also struggled into their clothes, Anna asked, "Plus?"

"Well… alright, so Kristoff and I did try a threesome once."

"WHAT?!"

"We were trying to navigate the murky waters of my sexuality," she chuckled with a little wave of her fingers, as if sexuality and magic spells were synonymous. "So we thought, hey, this is one way for us to see where that leads. I was already a little less interested in sleeping with him and it was more or less a last-ditch attempt to see what might work. It… went alright, but we decided not to repeat the experiment."

The completely appalled look on Anna's face made Jennifer giggle. Though she did feel a little guilty; it wasn't her parents being discussed and she should have been more sensitive.

"Less interested- oh my god. Was I- was I born yet?" Her voice turned to a hushed whisper before she threw her hands up. "Nope, never mind, I take it back. I don't want to know. Yuck!"

"Anna," Elsa began seriously, suddenly locking eyes with her daughter. "Do you… when you left, did you honestly believe that whatever had brought Kristoff and I together would last? Would be enough to maintain a marriage? After the things you showed me… knowing who I was, did you leave believing that it would all be fine and dandy?"

This time the discomfort on Anna's face was less to do with the insinuations of her parents having sex, and she looked away. "I wanted you to forget about me."

"Well, I couldn't. Maybe if I'd never met you I could have repressed everything – by your accounts, I did, and it made me wretched. But this life was good. Even if I did some things that in hindsight I probably should not have attempted. Your father and… well, someone else. Hmm. Though Kristoff certainly enjoyed it…"

And just like that she broke the tension. She was also no longer naked, either, and both Anna and Punz rushed to follow her.

"I really am sorry," Anna said again as they left the sauna. Punz wasn't sure if she was cold when the cooler air hit them, but there was no denying that it was refreshing. "Like, I'm always going to be sorry for the pain I caused you."

"You really don't have to keep apologising," Elsa sighed, drifting over to catch Anna around her shoulders and pull her in tighter against her side. "Just… I want to be realistic about how things transpired and what I felt at the time. Truthful. But that doesn't mean I'm still upset or needing you to say you're sorry for what's in the past. Everything turned out for the best."

"I gotta agree," Punz added as she hugged her from the other side.

"Well… oh, I know you're right. Just still a little surprised that I made such a big difference when I was just… trying to get out of there without ruining your lives too much."

Elsa kissed the top of her head. "Nothing was ruined. Just… changed. For the best."

"Yeah… for the best."

~ o ~

It didn't take the three women long to shower off and change back into their normal clothes. As they left the spa, they confirmed where they would be having dinner and tried to make plans for the rest of the day.

"We should go see the new Marvel movie," Anna suggested. "There's gotta be some theatres around here somewhere."

"Do we really need to be alone in a dark, distracting room?" Elsa asked. The wink she shot at Punz showed that she wasn't serious, but that didn't mean it wasn't a valid question. After all, what they had just spent the morning doing wasn't exactly typical.

"I think we need food first," Punz piped up.

"Aww, but-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Anna's stomach let out the most horrendous growl. All three of them stopped to stare at it for a second. The silence was broken by an incredibly unladylike snort from Punz, and then it was only a few seconds before Elsa joined in with her own giggle. When Anna's stomach did it again, it just made the both of them laugh louder until Anna joined in.

"Well," Elsa said, wiping her eyes. "I guess that answers that. Food first, otherwise we may not even hear the movie!"

"Hey! I'll have you know-mmm…"

This time her words were cut off not by her stomach, but by Punz, leaning in to kiss her. It was soft and chaste and she pulled away after a few seconds. Elsa kept walking towards the car, but this wouldn't take long.

"Thank you," she said. "Today has been amazing. All of it, not just the happy ending. You made me feel… really special, and I'm never going to forget it."

Anna's face softened into a sweet smile, and she wrapped her arms around Punz in a hug. "You're worth it. But I didn't plan it alone. Elsa helped with a lot of it."

"Well, I guess I'll have to thank her, too. Race ya!"

And just like that she was off, barreling towards Elsa and the car. When she arrived, she paused for a moment, hands clasped in front of her, until Elsa turned to look. Then she wrapped her arms around Elsa's midsection in a chaste hug that only lasted a few seconds.

"Thank you," she said earnestly. "I just told Anna this, but today has been really… it's been something else. In a good way. And you helped me get over a lot of my hang-ups, and I'm so glad you're here!"

"You're very welcome, Jennifer," Elsa answered with a huge grin, petting over her fuzzy brown hair and kissing her forehead. "You are most definitely worth it."

A second later, when Anna tackled the two women, they all burst into laughter that continued once they were in the car. And really, it continued into the rest of their day.

To Be CONCLUDED…

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