Check on mom...& Janalee?

Cami starts snoring gently. The church had taught you that heaven was spending eternity with your family. This is the first time that seemed remotely plausible.

You should let her sleep, you decided. You slip out of bed, kiss her gently on her blonde head, grab a pair of sweats and your cell phone and head downstairs.

Your mom is still dressed in the red cage lingerie and is hanging upside-down on the stripper pole in the kitchen, one leg wrapped around it. She's almost 50 but her body is incredibly toned. She gives you a glowing inverted smile when she sees you.

"There's my boy!" She gushes, then spins around to end up on her feet, leaning her back against the pole to better show off her tits. "I missed you when I woke up alone this morning! But I guess your sister needed you. The Good Lord knows you fulfilled your duty to me first! You fulfilled my fucking brains out!"

You blush. Somehow, hearing your mom say 'fucking' is more surreal than actually fucking her was.

"You weren't to tired to satisfy your sister after doing your father's work, were you?" She pressed.

"No, um, she seemed pretty... pretty satisfied," you say, astounded to be having this conversation.

"That's my good boy!" She says, swinging a leg up to rest on the pole so she can lean a head coquettishly on her knee. "Keep that sister of yours happy at home! If only you'd been old enough when Janalee was all ready to rut with whatever was available, we might have gotten her to hold off on getting married a little longer and I wouldn't be 4-months away from being a grandma! I mean, really, do these look like grandma boobies to you?"

She toggled her shoulders and jiggles the titties in question so distractingly that it takes a second to realize she just confirmed your older sister is indeed still married and pregnant in this reality.

"Your boobs are amazing, mom!" You affirm.

She spins around her pole as she lowers her leg and prowls over to cup your face with one hand and, when you don't do it quickly enough on your own, to grab your wrist with the other and press it to her amazing boob.

"That's my good boy!" She says as you squeeze.

"Wow..." Is all you can manage.

She chuckles.

"So, should I make you breakfast, or should I make YOU breakfast?" She asks and glances meaningfully at your crotch.

"Well, um," you stammer.

"Cami beat me to it, huh?" She said, then sighed. "I really should have had more boys. Oh well! Let's get some protein and fluids in you and later you can do the same for me!"

She turns away and you regretfully release her tit, wondering if you would be able to rise again so quickly. You are famished, but as good as a cook as your mother is, she's fed you many times. The novelty of her fucking you too is much more appealing. But all the rewriting of scripture isn't going to do a thing for your biology. You tell your willing but weak willie to pace itself.

Your mom puts on a frilly little apron that still shows plenty of cleavage and barely covers her twat and proceeds to cook you eggs and bacon, her ass swinging about delightfully as she putters about the kitchen.

It's a lovely sight, but you tear your eyes away to send a text to your older sister, who is apparently still married and pregnant so she should be at the OB/GYN. You text:

"Hey Sis! Missing you. Up for a visit today?"

You admire your mother's ass as you wait for a response. None comes. From what Cami said, you clearly have a sexual relationship with her. But maybe she isn't as into it as your mom and Cami. Really, it's kind of surprising how south they both got as soon as you have them religious permission. We're all Mormon women secretly nymphomaniacs held in check only by tradition and religious convictions, or did you just get lucky?

You suppose you should be happy with the two you've got. Lord knew you never expected to get so thoroughly laid 24 hours ago, especially not with the involvement of your mom and Cami.

Still, the memory of the pregnant Janalee in that obscene white outfit in the morning that never was lingers in your imagination. You've never thought of fucking a pregnant woman before, but now...

Your phone pings. Janalee texted back. You've barely read "I'm ready for you. Be ready for me!" when your phone pings again.

It's a selfie. Of her pussy. She appears to have taken it with her legs in stirrups at the OB/GYN.

"Who's texting you?" Your mom asks, curious.