And she's not stopping now.

In no time, you've changed into some fresh clothes for a jog, slightly put off by knowing you'll need to shower again as soon as you get back. As you get down the stairs and head toward the front door, you glance over to see Mom and Theresa still chatting at the table. They must not be as tense as you, for how animated their conversation seems to be, but that may just be Theresa. Neither of them notice as you go by, leaving the house for a refreshing run. Dad didn't either, but you're not sure how long he's going to sulk in his room. You don't want to think about any of it for a little while.

...That's what you want, but your mind isn't letting you dwell on anything else. You stretch and warm up, body going through the motions on its own and leaving you alone with your thoughts. The family dynamic has really shifted over the past week or so. Part of you loves this power you have; the ability to take what you want and do as you please, nearly consequence free. It's the nearly that keeps you in check and perpetually concerned about what you're doing.

More specifically, what Theresa is doing.

You love Tess, truly, but you deeply wish she would let you explore your power at your own pace. There's no fault in how excited she is, and her own ambitions for your sake are admirable in a weird way. But claiming your mom?? Tempting you into sex under the pretense of helping with Penny? You didn't buy that excuse for a second, and yet you definitely didn't back down when she started stripping and teasing you. Even though you're the one who owns her, you can't help but be a little afraid of just how good Tess is at getting what she wants. She promised she wasn't just using you, but that doesn't really make you feel any less used. That girl's just too cunning for you. Maybe you should do something about that...

No. NOooo no no no, don't think that. Don't go down that path. You really would be a monster if you started stupefying people just to get an edge over them. Was it possible, though? You mull over the concept of maybe testing it a little... but nothing permanent, no way. Rather than take the low road and bring her down a peg, you feel more driven to use her constant challenges as a means to bring yourself up. Why trip her in the race when you can just work harder and run faster?

...That's what she's doing, right? Motivating you? Sure, she's taking her own form of 'payment' for the process, but she's still doing things that benefit you in the long run. The workout clothes you're wearing feel fantastic, even as you huff and puff down the sidewalk. No awkward rubbing or chafing, and they don't stick to you even as you sweat. Not being as uncomfortable makes it easier to keep going, to push a little farther. The clothes were her idea. You only went to the gym with her once, but she set up a workout schedule for you in her free time. Maybe you'll go with her again over the weekend. The sex... well, you're not sure who that benefits more. Maybe that one's a mutual win-win just for the fun of it. Can't complain, really.

But claiming your mother... what's that about? She doesn't really expect you to seduce Monica Shaw; the woman who raised you? She knows you've fantasized about it now, but never did you ever think about acting on those fantasies. Now that you own her... it isn't impossible, but how could you do that to her? You just promised nothing would change. No... no, as cock-stirring a thought as it is, you're better off leaving those fantasies in your head.

Maybe there's something else you could do for mom? Claiming yourself came with some pretty awesome benefits right off the bat. Would the same kind of psychological motivation work just as well on others? No reason it shouldn't. Looks like you're going to have to run some more tests.

As you return, you catch Mom and Theresa both in their own workout clothes, apparently tagging you out for a jog of their own. The atmosphere is calmer, thankfully, as the two lovely ladies of your family wave on their way out. As your gaze tracks them, following two very supple rears in tight shorts, Mom shudders from a cold chill while Theresa simply glances back at you with a knowing grin. Your face flashes red on getting caught, but at least it isn't Mom giving you that look. Not sure what you'd do if she did. You're really going to have to behave yourself if you don't want to **** Mom with unwanted sexual energy.

As far as you can tell, dad is still in his room, but that's not too strange. Whether he's fuming or just doing a little work at home, he tends to keep to himself. No reason to disturb him at the moment, especially after breakfast, so you instead meander into your room for a quick wash and some relaxation. Back in some looser around-the-house clothes, you flop onto your bed and pull out your phone. No messages, nothing really interesting in the news... maybe you'll just surf around for a while find a video or something.

Not even minutes into a video, your phone pings with an alert. Tess has sent you a photo! Shouldn't they be jogging right about now? You pop open the message and... goddamnit, Theresa. What did you even expect?

Your sneaky sister has snapped some pics of the two of them taking a breath during their jog. The first one makes your breath catch right off the bat. Mom is doing her best to stretch and limber up, giving Theresa an amazing view of her big, round ass stuffed into her tight jogging shorts. You're not entirely sure what they're made of, but they may as well be painted on. With such a clear view, you can already imagine getting your hands on those pillowy cheeks, mashing them with your fingers and feeling the flesh bulge around. You can still recall the jiggle of the night last week. Within moments, your cock starts to stir to life, pushing against your comfy sleep pants.

Another image joins in. You're not sure how she's getting these pictures without alarming your mother, but the animal part of your brain isn't arguing. As your hand slowly snakes down your pants, you gawk at the sight of Mom's barely contained bustline, nearly bulging out of her tight workout top. They've worked up a sweat already, glistening beads of moisture clinging to the expansive flesh of her front, silently gliding into that deep valley of cleavage. Her blood pumping, you can clearly see her thick nubs jabbing at the fabric, practically on full display. You wonder to yourself how heavy they would feel in your hands... if they would bulge around your fingers as much as her as, or maybe more. What it must feel like to pinch those fat nipples, and what sounds she would make if you did...

Now with pants nudged down, you openly stroke yourself on your bed as Theresa goes for round three. Oh no... it's a video. Swallowing hard, seeing a still of that jiggly rear, you tap the play button, making sure your volume isn't up too loud.

"Hah... hah...! Oh god, I'm not... not built for this..." Your mother's heavy panting chimes in through your phone, accompanying the incredible view Theresa has from behind her. Each step makes those cheeks wobble and bounce, accompanied by the rhythmic sway of her wide hips.

"You can do it mom, go go go!" Theresa is cheering her on, but is somehow keeping her own breathing out of the shot. Fit as she is, perhaps the jog simply isn't wearing her out. Mom, on the other hand, is panting and groaning the entire way. You don't even have to close your eyes to convert those noises into other activities in your mind. You stroke more fervently, watching her ass bounce for you, listening to her effortful grunts and moans. It's so easy to imagine her bent over in front of you, hands and knees dug into the soft bed as you slam into her, accenting each slap of flesh to flesh with a wanting, needy moan. Her hair tumbles and dances around her face, mouth trapped in a lovely O shape as you give her the ride her upwelling of lust demands. Her doughy bum ripples with each impact, your twin desires only growing with each pleasurable smack.

The video ends pretty soon, but you just press play again, maintaining your fantasy. Your cock is a steel girder in your hand, throbbing and leaking with every pump along the shaft. You jack yourself with need and vigor, moaning through your teeth as you unload, long strings of cum swinging up into the air and landing on your shirt. When the haze passes and you sit up, you curl your nose at the smell, peeling the shirt away and tossing it into the bin. Looks like you need to change yet again. Getting a new top on, your phone pings once more, this time just a message.

'You have fun with those, Bubby? ♥'

You don't reply. What could you even say?

'I can't feel you from here, so either you're ignoring me or it doesn't work at range. :P I'm gonna bet on the latter. Doesn't she just have the best ass? Besides mine, of course. And she has no idea what she's doing for you right now.'

Ugh, stop. You toss your phone aside, laying face down on your bed like a plank. You just fapped to your Mom. You want to blame Theresa, but she didn't put your cock in your hand. This one's all you.

Fuck it. You need a nap.

Sorry everyone. I just can't do it. I've tried, but I'm too distraught. I'm going on total hiatus and I'll be back... when I can.

Love your family, guys.

Spookity