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In the Masters kitchen, Cyndi was the only member of the assembled family that hadn't embraced Aaron and expressed her elation at his nothing short of miraculous remission and physical recovery. Cyndi naturally loved all of her children but Aaron was easily her favorite, One might even say she was obscenely hot for her own son after living the last 13 years without the warm, honest companionship or the blazing hot-blooded libido of a real man. Aaron was her son and she loved him with all her being as she did all her children, as a mother should but over the last couple of years Aaron had turned into a tall, handsome and fit young man... Whenever she looked at him she was always surprised by how much he looked and acted like his father so it really shouldn't exactly come as a revelation to any of you that Cyndi was attracted to and aroused by her own son. Of Course, She tried everything she could to curb these urgently growing compulsions for her son to fuck her brains out but she'd only succeeded in wearing out every toy in her extensive collection, porn didn't help because there was always something about the men that reminded her of Aaron and the women made her think of herself getting fucked by Aaron, and fantasizing only made things worse because every fantasy inevitable turned into a rather lurid sex scene involving her naked, sweat drenched body writhing beneath Aaron as he mercilessly ravaged her again and again.

Aaron couldn't take his eyes off of his mother and he watched almost hypnotized as she got up and strutted towards him like she was a super model sexily sashaying down the catwalk in the newest, skimpiest lingerie to ever grace the bountiful curves of a porn star. Aaron was borderline watering at the mouth watching her exquisite breasts bounce teasingly up and down, up and down in slow motion.

Aaron was stunned when his mother sidled up beside him and lowered the boom on him with a kiss that made his sister, Monica's seem like a lukewarm drizzle while his mother Cyndi's was like being at ground zero in a thermonuclear blast and it didn't help that she was **** his tonsils with her tongue or grinding her vulva on his thigh. The kiss had left Aaron in an almost vegetative state that would have made any zombie look like a Nobel prize winning physicist so he was only very vaguely aware of the intense heat radiating from his mother's needy cunt, the growing wetness between them as she ground her pussy up and down on his leg, or the rhythmic pulsing of her Kegel muscles as Cyndi lost herself in the kiss and actually experienced a small but very satisfying orgasm.

Amid the wolf whistles and catcalling, The boisterous laughter of the twins resounded, "Wow, Mom between you and Monica, Are you trying to kill him?"

"Yeah! And you said I was going to Melt David's brain.," Came the cheeky teasing of Aaron's sister Kimberly.

Barely recovered form his kiss with Monica, Aaron's superior brain functions were sluggishly beginning to reassert control over his body but not as fast as before because his mother was massaging his rigid shaft through the straining fabric of his expensive trousers while nibbling on his earlobe causing the majority of the blood in his brain to rush down and into his genitals. The incredible sensations burning their way through his loins were reaching critical mass so Aaron gathered all his remaining willpower to pull away from his mother's intensely inviting affections. Cyndi was impressed to say the least because after this kind of treatment most men were reduced to quivering post-orgasmic zombies, the only exception she'd ever known was her first husband , Marsellus which only made her desire for her son's cock even more **** and all-consuming but she managed to hold on to her tenuous grip on her raging libido and helped her lust overdosed, shaky legged son to the table.

Aaron was thoroughly unaccustomed to all this affection and intimacy because of his immunodeficiencies which prevented close contact with his family for years so what if they were a little grabby and over enthusiastic now that he could finally be a proper son and a brother again. Aaron was a little embarrassed at all of the attention he was receiving but at the same time he was starved for love and he was simply jubilant beyond what any mere words could convey that his mother and sisters could finally kiss and hug and talk to him again in person and not through some clean suit or over an intercom but like real family with all the warm, tenderness that family should have for one another.

Garrent was his typical self-absorbed self so he was completely oblivious to the events taking place outside his narcissistic little bubble of overinflated self-importance and was instead indulging his Fixation on fantasies of power, success, intelligence, attractiveness, etc., and he barely acknowledged Aaron when he sat down across the table from him in between his sisters.