Comfort and Respect

I hit enter and after a few moments, Mom begins to coo.

She opens her eyes and immediately realizes that something is off: her tits are out for everyone to see.

Normally in this situation, one might expect themselves to quickly cover their exposed private regions. However, Mom just looks down at herself in a state of confusion.

“Thomas, when did I take off my bra?” Mom asks.

“I don’t know,” I say, wanting to see what conclusion she comes to on her own.

But, she never comes to any conclusion. Heck, she doesn’t even care enough to continue thinking about it as she looks back up at me, completely unphased that her tits are now exposed.

“What’s the matter?” she says with a concerned look on her face. She seems to be confused as to why I’m staring at her chest.

I was able to see this view just moments ago, but it is much different when she is awake and aware. Just the way that her tits slightly shift as she looks around the room is an inspiring sight. She wasn’t trying to cover herself up--the thought probably wasn’t even going through her mind. It wasn't too long ago that she had withstood the peer pressure to keep her top on to hide her breast from the family, and now they are out in the open.

“Nothing is the matter,” I say.

She looks down at her chest to try and catch my gaze. “Is there something on your tits?”

“My tits?” I ask. Was she calling me fat?

“Well, _my _tits,” she says as she motions to her exposed breasts. I supposed that that does make more sense. “I’m just so used to thinking that they belong to you guys.”

Holy shit. When I wrote that into the Fast Learning Machine, I didn’t realize that she would take it so literally. I wonder if I can test it out…

With her still sitting on the same chair, I reach out and place her breasts within the grip of my hand. Despite my fingers being lightly around her meaty flesh, she seems unphased.

I take it a step further and give her tit fat a squeeze. They feel very similar to Diana’s, but they have a little more “give” to them. They are softer and a little less perky--which makes sense, after all. She is the older woman between the two.

Despite seemingly wanting to get up, Mom waits for me to finish. I continue to feel her tits between my hands, moving them in every direction that I can.

I look at my usually conservative mother--now standing before me in nothing but her underwear as her son turns her tits into his own personal plaything.

My mind is so occupied by this view that I don’t notice Mom’s gaze switch onto something behind me.

“Hey bro,” I hear Diana say as her moist hand gives me a playful slap on the ass. She has just gotten out of the shower and I panic; would Diana be okay with me using the fast learning machine on mom? Would she be okay with me actively groping mom? “Whatcha doing?”

I turn around and see that she is wrapped in a towel. Her mind then notices the fact that I was using her machine without her permission.

“Thomas… what did you do?” she asks.

“Oh uh… I was just showing Mom your machine. I didn’t do anything bad,” I say. I really have no excuse as to why Mom was sitting in the machine. The best thing I can do at this point is to hope that I can convince her that I didn’t use it at all. Still, this is a stupid plan--I should’ve expected for them to finish showering sooner.

“Oh, okay,” Diana says.

What? Oh! Diana’s trust in me still makes her more inclined to believe everything I say. This gives me some room to work with.

Just then, Stepanie walks into the room. It seems that she didn’t dry herself as much as Diana did as droplets of water are splattered across her youthful body. Her nipples stand erect into the cold air. I instantly realize that she doesn’t hold the same trust in me, but she should be okay seeing me groping Mom as long as Mom tells her that it is okay.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Stephanie asks.

“Oh, Tommy was just playing with my breasts. It’s alright dear, don’t be rude,” Mom says.

“Oh, alright then,” Steph replies.

“Oh and Stephanie,” Mom continues. “We are just going to stay the night here.”

I expect Stephanie to question Mom’s reasoning, but she never does. Instead, all she does is speak in an obedient tone: “Okay Mommy.”

Having already showered, Diana and Stephanie are already sound asleep next to me--both still completely naked. I feel Diana cuddled up against my arm for warmth. She coos in her sleep while I caress her soft ass. Stephanie is on the other side of her. Despite convincing her and Mom that we would all sleep in the same bed tonight, I don’t want to try and push my luck by trying to grope her.

I hear footsteps approach. Having just gotten out of the shower, Mom enters the room with her still slightly wet and slippery body.

The dim moonlight reflects off of the droplets of water that are found across the surface of her soft flesh. She didn’t feel the need to put her panties back on. Her bush, still wet from her shower, seems to be maintained well enough.

She stands before the bed unsure of what to do so I lift up the blanket to motion her in.

Half reluctantly, she slides into bed next to me and lays on her back. Her sizeable tits fall to her side as gravity takes its effect.

Taking advantage of my god-given right, I reach out and cup her breasts in my hand. She seems annoyed as I am inhibiting her ability to sleep, but she has no grounds to argue on--no grounds to tell me to stop, so I don’t. Instead, after being given her silence of approval, I continue my work from earlier and knead her soft titflesh between my fingers. She does her best to remain quiet as to not wake up my sister’s, but I can tell that she is suppressing heavy breaths.

However, I don’t care if I awaken Stephanie or Diana. I get up from my spot and position myself to kneel on top of Mom, my knees to either side of her. She looks up at me but remains silent. I slowly lower myself and place Mom’s tit inside my mouth. I encircle her with my tongue and take in the feeling of her textured areola.

I continue to suck on her tits, lathering them in my fluids. Just as the water of the shower dried, she is again covered in another liquid--only this time, my own spit. The moonlight glistens more intensely off of her melons than it did before. Through actions, I make sure that she know's what is mine. These tits that are currently filling my hands and mouth are mine, not hers. She knows it already but I make a point to reaffirm it. Her eyes are now closed and I realize that I have had my fun.

I sigh as I dismount my mother and lay back down into my spot surrounded by the uncovered bodies of my recently tamed family members--their direct thigh heat transferring onto mine as our skin makes contact and I drift asleep.

I wake up alone in bed. I know Diana has gone off to work on a new invention, but she hasn’t told me what. I’ll save that for another day. For now, all this means to me is that I am completely home alone with Mom and Stephanie.

I get up and hear the sound of the TV playing in the family room. I exit my bedroom and see that mom is eating breakfast while she watches her morning shows. Despite not visiting often, Mom is still comfortable enough to feel at home here.

I take a step to greet my Mom good morning, but I am distracted by a familiar rhymic robotic voice churning in the background.

I enter the lab and see a new sight: Stephanie is sitting in the fast learning machine. She must have tried to sneak a second use of the “skin care” device that I let her use last night and got trapped in whatever program Diana was running last.

I take this moment to appreciate Stephanie’s well-maintained form. Her breasts are the smallest of the bunch, but as I reach out and cup them I can’t find anything to complain about. They feel perfect between my hand. I look at her face, looking so young and innocent, and wonder about her. She has her own ambitions and goals. Her own thoughts and worries. But for now, none of that matters because I am borrowing her body from her own self. As long as she is in my house (and maybe even when she is at home), she is mine.

Staring at her with this kind of power… I can’t help myself. I Inch my boner closer to her face until it makes contact with her soft lips. Unable to resist my entry, I slide my dick into her mouth, swirling my head under her lips before going deeper inside. Her mouth, being 100% relaxed due to the machine, accepts me inside of her. I always feared that one could be woken up while under the influence of the fast learning machine, but I guess those who are under are in a deeper sleep than I have previously thought.

I shove my dick into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat. Her breaths turn into gurgles as she breaths around my pulsating cock. I thrust in and out of her unresponsive mouth a few times, but I feel bad. Despite this being what I normally do, it feels wrong when she is in this kind of state. I slowly pull out of her mouth and lower myself down.

Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun. I walk over to the terminal of the fast learning machine and type:

Social taboos don’t apply to families within the confines of their own homes.

As Thomas’ younger sister, you need to respect him and his desires. This also means that he can touch you anywhere you want. Though, you are so used to this that you usually don’t feel the need to react if Thomas randomly touches you.

If Thomas is masturbating, you don’t care about where he aims.

If Thomas cums on you, that is a form of compliment so you do not clean it off.

Eating out your family is on the same tier as scratching someone's back. If someone asks you to eat them out, you should oblige and do them the favor.

That should do it. I turn off the fast learning machine and I listen as its robotic hum dies down. Stephanie blinks her eyes open. She stretches her jaw a few times--something most feel off about her mouth.

“Were you using the machine without asking?” I say to her.

“Uhh maybe. Don’t tell Diana okay!” she says as she jumps up. She seems to have completely forgotten about the weird feeling in her mouth--as if it was just being used moments ago.

I put my hand on her soft titflesh and push her back down, though she doesn’t seem to mind this excessive physical contact.

“It’s alright,” I say.

Stephanie doesn’t question the fact that I made her sit down.

In the same position that she was in before, I push myself higher and inch my cock towards her lips, only this time she is fully awake. She doesn’t react as my cock makes contact with her lips. She doesn’t react as my cock creeps its way into her mouth. She just stares up at me with the same eyes that she always has been as my cock rests in her mouth.

“Steph, can you give me a quick blowjob?” I ask. Sticking my dick in her mouth without her giving a care is fun and all, but I could really use a quickie right now.

“MhmM,” Stephanie mumbles through my cock. She doesn’t say anything else as she begins to bob her head on my dick. I can instantly tell that she doesn't have much experience giving head, but she definitely has some sort of idea. Maybe the extent of her oral knowledge stems from watching porn?

Nonetheless, she seems to be having at least a little bit of fun with it. At the very least, she doesn’t hate it. She seems to be experimenting with the speed of her bobbing, how far she can take my cock, and last but not least, her tongue work.

Oh her tongue work… say what you want about an inexperienced head giver, but there is something about feeling a shy tongue creep around your dick not knowing exactly what to do. She obviously is figuring this out on the fly, but that isn’t stopping her from trying to put her indirect experience to work.

She lets out soft moans as she pleases my cock. I grab her dirty blond hair and hold her tightly to my crotch. She returns the favor as she caresses my balls and stares up at me with the eyes of someone fulfilling their duty.

When I feel myself close to the edge, I pull myself out of her. She lets out a gasp as she catches her breath.

“Woah, that was fun,” she says with a smile and a surprising amount of enthusiasm.

I’m not done yet. I start to rub my dick, which is still covered with the slobber of her mouth, in front of her face. As I jerk myself off, she continues to look at me, waiting. She doesn’t seem to acknowledge that I am aiming the full **** of my load at her face. Stephanie doesn’t seem to care.

As I finally cum, she doesn’t even flinch as my barrage of semen hits upon her young, innocent face. Instead, she continues to stare at me patiently, probably not wanting to disrespect me by getting up before I am done.

Within a few moments, her entire face is covered with my spunk. As it slides down her face, I can’t help but notice the fact that she isn’t even trying to wipe it off. Instead, I move out of the way and she gets up and walks out of the room as if this was all second nature to her.

“Thank you,” she says right before she leaves. As she walks around the corner, I watch as her tight, athletic ass sways with her steps.