A sleepy morning

You felt your body creak into life on the morning of day two. Day two of these strange, strange new abilities. You felt Ava sleeping beside you, her tiny body curled against yours. Her head was on a spare pillow, snagged from mum, and her warm breath was drifting onto your neck. She'd elected to sleep in her underwear, while you had worn pajama bottoms. Despite the lack of clothing, you were both warm and toasty.

An idle glance at the window showed a grey, cloudy sky. Bits of sunlight peeked through every now and then, but it was otherwise uniform. A grey Saturday, to mark the beginning of the weekend.

You look down at Ava's sleeping face. Eyes closed, her breathing regular. You see her tangled, curly hair has fallen every which way. A strand of it hangs in front of her nose, bouncing up and down with every breath. You resist the urge to run a hand over her cheek. You don't know how heavily she sleeps, and you don't want to disturb her.

You must be the luckiest guy alive. A beautiful woman in your bed, and powers unlike anything you've ever heard of. Even if it were all to come crashing down, this is a memory you'll treasure.

You want to do something for her. To give back a little bit of what she's given you. Sure countless orgasms is already something, but that's expected of a partner. No, you wanted to go beyond.

You gently, ever so gently, pull away from her. Like a nervous farter in a tiger den, you do your best to make no noise as you get out of bed. You move across the carpeted floor, picking up socks and a shirt as you travel, before slipping out the door.

As you click the door shut with the grace of a bumblebee landing on a flower, you hear something. Down the hall, down the stairs, the sounds of groaning. It's not too loud, like whoever it is has been trying to hold it in.

You scurry downstairs, dressing yourself as you go. You enter into the kitchen, and your curiosity turns on its head.

Your mother is standing at the counter. She has her eyes squeezed shut, and is gritting her teeth. Her face has gone red, as has her shoulders. Her pink hair, normally fluffy and voluminous, is slick. It looks like she's just gotten out of the shower, and strands of it are falling onto her face. Her tits are somehow even more massive than yesterday. She's leaning forward, grabbing the counter, but her tits are swallowing everything. Her strained arms look stick thin, sinking into the mass of boob. The boobs are also pressed right against the counter, spilling out to either side as she grinds against the wood. She's shirtless and bra less, though you have no idea if they even make something in this size.

Her nipples, each massive and sitting atop the shiniest pink areolas you've ever seen, are trickling milk onto the counter. Each spurt is accompanied by a groan and more clenching on your mother's face.

"Uh, mum?"

Your mother jolts, her eyes flying open and her tits releasing a surge of milk that splatters into the fruit bowl. A sensation of relief, then embarrassment, careens across her face.

"Jesus honey you scared me!" She cried, her breasts jiggling and wobbling with every word.

"Sorry, I just… are you ok?"

"I'm fine, I'm fi-" she says, waving a hand, only to be cut off by another spurt of milk that causes her shoulders to shudder.

"Ok, what's happening?" You ask, walking over to her, "don't you have a milking machine or something?"

"Urgh, you know I do honey," she says, groaning a little louder, "but I forgot to check the tank last night. It's full, and I didn't realise."

"Oh, shit, how do we unfill it?"

"We don't honey," she says, giving you a pained smile, "Marcus will be here later today. I already called him, so he'll bring me my new ones, but until then…"

As if on cue, a jet of milk shot out, splashing right over the counter and onto the floor.

"Mum, you can't just sit here like this all day."

"Unless you have a better idea-" she said, her voice rising, but then she took a deep breath, "well I don't have a lot of options honey."

"Is it… is it painful?" You ask, a sudden pang of regret hitting your chest, "because I could give you a back rub? I'm sure your back is hurting, I can go get-"

"No, it doesn't hurt," she says, grimacing, "it feels very nice, actually. It's just hard to focus is all. I don't like making a mess I'll have to clean up."

You gazed at the counter, where five puddles had already formed, as well as the white fruit bowl.

"What if I suck some out?"

You heard another groan, and another jet of milk.

"There's no way you can get it all," your mum replied, shivering.

"No, but I can at least relieve a bit of the excess, right?"

Her brow furrowed, parsing through the thoughts you'd put into her head. You decided to shuck your pants, revealing your rock hard cock. You still weren't too sure of the specifics of this power, but it seemed like it'd at least help here.

She glanced down at it, and back up to you. Pressing a hand on either side of her titanic bust, she swung them around to face you, just as Beth walked in.

"Mornin'," she said, her purple hair frizzy like a blow dried pom-pom, "you two having sex this early?"

"No sweetie, your brother's just helping me relieve myself," she gestured back to the machine in the corner, "Bessie broke."

You looked between the two of them, your brain starting to speed back into reality. You reached a hand forward, sinking it into the tit flesh. A spurt of milk shot out, dousing your chest. Your mum's breath hitched. You leaned forward and took the enormous nipple into your drooling mouth.

"I still can't believe you named it," Beth replied, rolling her eyes.

"It's -ah- very helpful. I name all my little help-ahhhaha oh- I name all my little helpers," your mum shivered, causing her nipple to wiggle in your mouth, "that's why I named you two-oo-o."

The milk sprayed into your mouth like a flood. It was rich, sweet, and warm, like liquid chocolate flowing into your mouth and down your throat. Your eyelids fluttered as the raw power of her milk filled your body. Unfrozen, fresh, right from the source. You shuddered, your teeth digging into the nipple, before releasing as you let out a steamy exhale. Your fingers went limp against her breasts, before a surge of arousal filled your body and jammed your hands back into the soft flesh.

The taste was everywhere. Heavenly. You gulped and gulped and yet more came. You pulled your head back, taking the nipple and tit with you. You stretched it out, feeling the milk come faster as your fingers kneaded her lovely chest.

"Well if you're not gonna play with him, I will."

A hazy thought crossed your mind. Of Beth's awkwardness and hesitation last night. Of the way she seemed scandalised by what had happened. Contrasted with the confidence in her voice. The ease. All that flew out the window as you felt soft lips wrap around your cock.

You felt your hips buck slightly, pressing into her face. Your erect cock was pulled down, pushing your hips back. She was below you. You felt her hands on your thighs, and released she was right underneath your legs. Gazing up. Swallowing your cock. As your mum's milk poured down your throat.

Your hand shot out, grabbing the other tit. You **** your mother to move, with how tough you were being. You heard her yelp, as if to say something, but the moaning sensation of her tits being manhandled overwhelmed that.

You let the tit go free from your mouth, and grabbed it with your other hand. You squeezed them both shut, until they were reduced to a trickle. Your mouth was open. You aimed them both. You released, and squeezed. The milk blasted into your mouth. Over your face. Your mum howled in ecstasy. Your body shivered again, moving your sister's head around like a toy.

The milk dribbled down your chest. Along your chin, onto your neck, under your shirt, and down to your crotch. Still it sprayed. It mixed with your cock in your sister's mouth, the warm milk and precum. The smell of cock and tit. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Beth's hand left your right leg, as she idly rubbed her soaked pajama crotch.

You felt the lips depart from your cock, just as it bulged and thickened. Ready to cum. Ready to add to the white spray.

"God your cock tastes good," she muttered, "but I think I owe you something from yesterday."

You felt movement beneath you, but you didn't care. You pulled your mother forward, and she stumbled into. You tried to jam both nipples into you mouth, stretching wide as the milk continued to flow. Your tongue did figure-eights over each, claiming them. Using them. God these tits were-

You felt something rub the tip of your cock. A gooey warmth, and a flexing muscle. You felt your tip slide in, the muscle unclenching. Slowly, slowly. It was unbelievably tight. You and Beth groaned in sync. Your chest shook as you tried to contain the urge to jam into her. To fuck her. To fuck through her. To use her, and then use her as a condom while you fucked your mum. Maybe that was possible. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

The tightness kept approaching. Millimetre by millimetre. Aching, twitching groans. You wanted to cum so badly. Your mum would not stop cumming. If she wasn't wearing pants, Beth's hair would be covered in pussy juice. That thought made your cock throb. The hitch in Beth's throat meant she felt it.

With a shuffle. A whump. A squelch. You bit down on a nipppe. Your mum let out a moan of pleasure and pain. Your cock was wrapped. Surrounded. Buried in your sister's ass. Her cheeks were warm against your crotch. Her body convulsed. You felt her belly flex to push back against you. Your legs rocked back. You whipped your hand down to steady yourself, grabbing her waist. Pulling her in as you shoved your hips forward.

Your balls tightened. The load was coming. Your body shook. You let out a long, long moan as every restraint came undone until…