Better than you could have hoped.

Your alarm wakes you in the morning and you allow yourself a single snooze button hit, luxuriating in the comfort of your bed. The dream you'd set for Shelly and your mother had gone amazingly well. You'd only planned for your mother to watch the events unfold between you and your 'girlfriend' on the tennis courts, but apparently you sister had other plans. Well, given the wide range of incestuous porn on her hard drive, I guess I can't be too surprised that she's had fantasies about our mother as well. Mom didn't complain too much either when Shelly started sucking on her tits; I don't think dad's been too attentive in that department recently.

You take a quick shower before grabbing a pair a jeans and a button-down shirt to wear to class. As you step out into the hallway, you run into Shelly--not literally, unfortunately. She's looking as hot as ever. She's wearing a dark blue t-shirt with her high school's name emblazoned across her chest, although on your sister the name is stretched by her massive rack and distorted quite a bit. Additionally, it looks to be about a size too small, and her huge boobs create enough of a shelf that the bottom of her shirt leaves her smooth midriff exposed. A white, ruffled skirt falls to mid-thigh and shows off her toned legs.

You give her a kiss--not the brotherly kind--and she melts in your arms, fitting against your body like she was always meant to be there. You reach underneath her skirt and give her panty-clad ass a squeeze, making her whole body jump. "Did you have sweet dreams?" you ask, fighting hard to keep a knowing smile off your face.

"Yeah, more than sweet," she says, her beautiful baby blues regarding you with hidden questions. "But for some reason I think you knew that already."

You wait for her to say more, to ask the questions you know must be racing through her mind, but she doesn't. You can't blame her. How could she imagine that I could enter other people's dreams and create whatever scenes I desire? I've been doing it for almost the last week and I still have a hard time believing it, let alone have a good understanding about it.

Eventually she sighs and pinches me on the upper arm like she does when she's annoyed with me. "So, loser, did you ever actually do anything about your 'so-called' plan with mom? You know, the whole thing that's supposed to make it okay for us to be a couple around her?"

You don't answer her, rubbing at your pinched skin and smirking widely. Instead, you grab her hand like you did in the woods yesterday and pull her toward the stairs. "Come on, let's grab some breakfast."

Shelly huffs loudly, clearly not happy with your non-answer, but she follows behind you without too much resistance. As you both enter the kitchen, your mother is already at the stove, putting together breakfast. She's wearing a silk robe, different from the normal terrycloth one that she usually wears, the thin material swaying slightly as she cooks. The table is set with three places; your father is once again gone to work before the rest of the family even wakes up. You can smell bacon and pancakes cooking and your stomach rumbles in appreciation.

Your mother turns her head and Shelly instinctually tries to pull her hand from yours, but you hold on tight and don't let go. "Breakfast will be done in a minute or two. Would you both mind getting drinks?" Her eyes flicker to your hands, with intertwined fingers, but doesn't even blink.

After taking a moment for her disbelief to fade, you send your sister to the fridge for the orange juice while you grab glasses. The cupboard with the glasses is right next to your mother, hanging directly next to the vent for the stove, and while one hand reaches to open the cupboard door, you lay your other one directly on your mother's thinly covered ass. You can feel her tense at your touch, but with no apparent protestation coming, you linger there while slowly pulling down three glasses from above. Your fingers can feel the outline of her panties.

Meanwhile, your sister has procured the orange juice and unburied her head from the confines of the refrigerator. Her jaw drops when she sees your hand, which had recently been feeling up her ass, doing the same to your mother, without any complaint. She stands there, like a statue, unsure of what's really going on.

You move to the table, leaving your mother's plump butt behind and set the glasses in their places. The _thunk _made when setting them down breaks your sister's freeze and she joins you at the table, pouring orange juice into all three glasses before placing the empty carton in the trash. Your mother finishes at the stove glides across the room, carrying two trays piled with pancakes and bacon. The view from the front is even better than the view from the back was. Her robe is loosely tied, with the knot barely hanging on, and beneath you can clearly see a pair of black panties. Up top, her large breasts show very little sag--the dream perkiness you added last night obviously filtering into the real world--and, unencumbered by any bra, wobble back and forth with each step.

Shelly's brain has short circuited, her blue eyes wide and her entire body unable to move. You certainly don't help the situation when, after she sets down the plates, you wrap your mom in your arms and give her a loving kiss--not a normal mother-son one. Her tongue and your tongue swap spit for a good thirty seconds before you pull away. "Thanks for making breakfast, Mom! You're the best!" you say brightly.

Your mother looks back at you, her face warm. "You're very welcome. Thank you for grabbing the glasses."

She pulls away and circles the table. You expect her to find her seat and sit down, but then she does something that shocks even you. She steps up to Shelly, who is still trying to figure out what the hell is going one, and kisses her full on the lips. Your sister, whose mind is working on auto-pilot, automatically starts kissing her back. There's not much heat to begin with, but as their mouths keep in contact with each other, the fire slowly builds. Their chests crush together, both pairs of giant mounds rubbing together so hard you begin to wonder if their friction will actually cause a real fire. Your mom's hands cup Shelly's face, her fingers laying lightly against your sister's chin, tangling themselves in her blond hair. You've never seen two girls kiss before in real life and it's probably the most erotic thing you've ever witnessed.

A full two minutes later, they break apart, neither of them in complete control. Shelly's hair has become mussed with clumps springing in all direction and her eyes are glazed. Your mother's robe has loosened further and a single tits has popped free, with a large, fat areola standing proudly at attention. As she finally takes her seat, your mother makes no effort at covering up and leaves herself partially exposed as you and your sister take your seats--Shelly doing so by letting her weak legs give out from under her.

Most of the meal passes in silence. Shelly's eyes keep darting across the table to your mother and her exposed breast, alternating between disbelief and lust, never fully committing to one feeling or the other.

You finish eating first. Setting your fork down, you wrap your arm around your sister and let your hand rest atop of her ripe melons. When your mother looks your way, you deliberately begin kneading your sister's soft flesh with gentle squeezes...and again, your mother just accepts your actions with Shelly without question. Shelly, on the other hand, almost spits up her orange juice.

"So, any major plans for today?" your mother asks both of you. Shelly just sits there, unable to respond.

"Just class," you say. "But tonight, I was planning on taking Shelly out on a date. You know, dinner and a movie, the whole nine yards. We'll probably be out pretty late."

Your mother nods like it's the most common thing in the world for a brother and sister to have a romantic date. "That sounds nice," she says wistfully. "I remember when your father used to take me out on dates too. I kind of miss it."

She sounds sad, but before you can say anything to cheer her up, she sweeps all the plates off the table and starts cleaning them in the sink. Looking at the clock, you realize it's time to leave. Turning toward Shelly, you say, "Want a ride to school, squirt?"

"Sure," she says, her voice cracking. You both gather your things, Shelly finally seeming to regain her footing as she follows her normal routine. Not wanting to push things further, you give your mother a chaste peck on the cheek--although you do let your crotch press into her backside briefly--and step aside for your sister to do the same.

Shelly hesitates. Then with conviction, she moves close and kisses your mother in the same spot you did. And reaches up to grab your mom's still-exposed boob. She tweaks the nipple a few times before letting the breast drop. "Goodbye, dear," your mother says, her voice a bit heavy.

Shelly brushes past you and you hurry to catch up with her. You climb into the car, start the engine and pull out of the driveway and are a mile away before Shelly speaks.

"Okay. What the fuck is going on?"