Embarrassed...and curious.

It's a moment that will forever be etched in your memory, all the actors frozen in place like sculptures. You, sprawled naked on your sister's bed, arms behind your head and a raging boner rising from your groin like a spear. Your equally naked, sexy sister on all fours, her full tits hanging heavily between your legs and her ass in perfect position for doggystyle fucking. And your mother, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands, her mouth slightly open in shock and her eyes laser-focused on where Shelly's lips are glued to your shaft. It's a tableau worthy of Renaissance painters, if they leaned a bit more to the erotic.

But just for a moment. And then the world crashes in, rushing together as if making up for lost time.

Your sister snaps her head up, leaving a thick line of saliva linking your cocktip to her mouth still. Your mother start apologizing profusely, her face blossoming with a rosy color so fast that you can almost see the heat radiating from it. You jump back, sitting up jerkily, your hard dick swinging wildly from side to side. Shelly's hands fly to her chest, trying and failing mightily to cover much of their bulk, before dropping them to her exposed pussy and foregoing any attempt to hide her titties. Your mother's hands start to shake, setting the plates and silverware on the tray rattling around like jumping beans. You grab a nearby pillow and throw it atop your crotch, silently willing your erection to go down to prevent any further embarrassment.

Unfortunately, fate is a cruel mistress and is conspiring against you.

The first problem is that you were so horny and excited at receiving a loving blowjob from your sultry, sex-obsessed sister that the blood that had rushed to your dick seems permanently stuck there. You doubt it has any intention of subsiding without some sort of...manual assistance. But the real problem is the eye-popping outfit your mom is sporting.

Gone is the risque silk robe from the night before, replaced by a lacy babydoll that you would never have believed your mom owned if you weren't seeing with your own eyes. It's light blue, complimenting the color of her eyes to perfection, with a matching pair of skimpy panties barely covering the special triangle between her legs. Her plump breasts, almost identical to the pair sitting prettily on her daughter, are spilling out of the tight top, their slopes suffused with the same red shade as her face. The cups are decorated with opaque swirls and curlicues, while the rest of the flimsy, transparent material sweeps down to her hips, splitting down the middle so her navel is uncovered.

She looks fucking amazing, the hottest possible MILF version of your sister. The changes that have occurred to her body since you first took her into your dreams are surprising, even to you. The extra flab she used to carry is largely gone, redistributed to other parts of her body, giving her a lush frame and curvaceous build she probably hasn't had since before she had kids. Her wrinkles have been smoothed away, leaving her face looking ten years younger and her blonde hair has regained a healthy sheen that gives it a golden glow. Everything's tighter and firmer, from her peach-shaped ass to her giant rack. You have to face reality, your mother has turned into a stone cold fox.

Faced with these lewd, unavoidable facts, how is your poor cock ever supposed to subside?

"I'm so sorry," your mom repeats for the fifth time, barely able to speak without stammering. "I figured you two would need some sustenance after last night so I decided to make you a hearty breakfast and bring it up." She lifts the tray up as evidence and you can see a mountain of pancakes, eggs and sausages lovingly stacked on plates. The smell suddenly hits you and your stomach grumbles in response, signalling that you are, in fact, ravenously hungry.

"But when I first brought it up I heard...I mean, I realized that you guys weren't finished yet." She shrugs and smiles nervously. "So I waited until there weren't any more noises and came in when I figured you were done. Apparently, I was wrong."

Your mind almost explodes as you realize your mother just told you that she had stood out in the hallway and listened to her children having sex, waiting patiently while you fucked Shelly just beyond a closed door. Even more, she didn't seem embarrassed by that, just that she walked in on you getting a blowjob. The effects the dreamworld can have on a person truly are astonishing.

Shelly, always the adaptable one, smiles widely to try and put your mother at ease. "How thoughtful!" she says, crossing her toned legs to more easily hide her still-dripping pussy. "Why don't you set it down over on my desk? We definitely did burn up a bit of energy last night and could use a refill."

Your mother crosses the room on unsteady feet, aware both of her children are watching her every step. She places the tray in an empty space, bending over slightly as she does. Your dick throbs as her round ass points directly at your sister's bed, her thin panties slipping between her smooth cheeks. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your sister lick her lips and you doubt it's because of the food.

Your mom shakes her head as she straightens back up. "I should have known after last night that the two of you would want to...continue your antics more this morning. Neither of you were very shy about what was going on. There were a couple of times when I thought for sure your father would wake up, even with the sedative I gave him." She pauses and clasps her hands in front of her. Her gaze shies away from you. She looks like she's arguing with herself as to whether to continue.

"Are you ok, Mom? Did Daddy wake up?" you sister asks.

Your mom looks to your sister, thankful for the lifeline. "No, he didn't but...." She takes a deep breath and continues. "But there were times I wish he would. I was so horny, knowing what was going on in here. It's so wrong, but I couldn't stop from touching myself. It's been so long since we've...since your father...." She can't get the words out but her meaning is completely clear. She looks down at her outfit. "I even put this stupid lingerie on in the hopes that he would wake up in the morning and want to fuck me for the first time in...well, a very long time. But he just got up and rushed out of the house almost like he was fleeing something."

"Oh, Mom, that's horrible," Shelly says consolingly. She pats a space next to her and invites her to sit down.

For a second, your mother appraises the situation, having to make the odd decision whether to join both of you, still naked, on the bed where you were just having sex. Your mother from last week definitely wouldn't sit, but the one who's dream have become increasingly erotic and filled with incestuous motifs doesn't have the same qualms.

As your mother takes her place, Shelly slides close and wraps her arm around your mother lovingly. Behind her back, your sister shoots you a look that coaxes you forward as well, until you've sandwiched your mother between your bodies, pillow still covering your genitals. You place your own hand in the small of your mom's back in what you hope is a comforting gesture. The instant your fingers press against her, the filmy cloth the only thing separating you, her entire body jumps like an electric current shot through it. She tenses like an animal about to flee. You rub in small circles and after about a minute, you sense her begin to relax.

"You deserve so much better," your sister confides to your mother. "Dad may have been a wonderful guy once, but he's turned into a giant asshole and I hate the way he treats you...and me. He's become arrogant and doesn't appreciate the women in his life. You deserve so much more. You deserve to have a man who loves you and treats you like the goddess you are."

Your ears perk up. That's almost the exact same language I used in Dad's dream last night, you think. But Shelly hadn't arrived yet and didn't hear me speak them. Is it just a coincidence.

Your mother obviously remembers those words as well. Her breath grows short as the dream reforms in her brain, her eyes fluttering to you with growing desire. Two dots appear at the center of the cups of her babydoll, growing larger with every second as her arousal from the night before attacks her nipples. Her head begins nodding slowly, accepting the words from your sister.

Shelly places a hand on your mother's creamy thigh, close to where her lingerie ends, letting it rest there lightly. "You are a beautiful, sexy woman and I want you to find the same love, the same passion that I found, with my caring, compassionate brother. You need someone like him to tell you everyday how amazing you look; to give you little gifts to show you he's been thinking of you; to hold you close and never let you go." She pauses, leaning close until her lips are actually touching your mother's blond tresses. "You need to find someone, like I did, who will give you mind-blowing sex and fuck you so hard that you pass out from the strength of your orgasms."

Your mother shudders once, then again as Shelly trails her fingers across both silky thighs, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Your mom's eyes are glazed, almost as if placed in a hypnotic trance by your sibling's quiet but forceful words. Shelly's hand reaches the pillow in your lap and deliberately pulls it away, leaving your dick poking free like a flagpole, as thick and hard as it's ever been.

Your sister kisses a bare spot on your mother's shoulder. "My brother, your son, knows how to do all that. He makes me feel like the most special person in the world every time he kisses me, when his hands are on my body, caressing my skin, showing me how much I am loved." Her lips travel up your mom's neck.

"Look at his penis," Shelly commands. Your mother can't help but obey, her resistance crumbling against the persistent onslaught of her daughter's coaxings. "Have you ever seen one so wonderful, so big, so delicious? It makes my little pussy tingle just looking at it. I bet it's bigger than Daddy's right?" Your mother's so far gone that she can't even answer. Her lips are trembling and sweat has broken out on her brow. Shelly's mouth reaches her chin.

"It's meant to please a woman, to fill us up, over and over again until we feel like we're going to die from sheer ecstasy. Make us cry his name repeatedly, beg him to never stop, to keep giving us every exquisite inch until he drowns us in his manly seed." Your sister stops and asks one final question. "Don't you deserve a cock like this?"

Two things happen simultaneously. First, Shelly kisses your mother full on the mouth, their lips mashing together in a steamy display of passion and lust. And second, your sister takes one of your mother's hands and wraps it snugly around your iron shaft.

Instinctively, she pumps her hand and down, giving her own son a handjob. You're unprepared for the torrent of carnal lust that rockets to your core at the feeling of your mother's fingers pressed against your sensitive cock. You last two seconds, maybe three before gooey white ropes geyser from your mushroom tip, splashing down on your mom's hand and running down the sides like lava from a volcano.

Her trance shatters. She pulls back from her daughter, blue eyes coming back into focus, turning to look down at her jizz-splattered hand. It takes a moment for her mind to process what she's seeing, to understand that she just jerked her son off and made him cum. But when that realization hits, there's less of a reaction then you'd expected. She shakes her hand, sending semen flying in miniature missiles, but otherwise doesn't try to clean it. Her head twists back and forth between you and Shelly, and both of you just smile back at her shyly, trying to radiate a sense of acceptance and love.

It must work because she doesn't run screaming from the room. Instead, she climbs wobbly to her feet and mutters a quiet, "Sorry for interrupting you." Her voice cracks at the end and her blush returns. Then she departs before she can make matters any more awkward for herself, leaving the two of you sitting on the bed, supremely satisfied.

"Well, I guess my work here is done," Shelly says, wiping her hands together like she just accomplished her major task for the day. Her grin is almost a foot wide. She stands up and, still completely naked, grabs a pancake from the stack and shoves it into her mouth. "Oh shit!" she says, looking at the clock. "Is that really the time? I'm going to be late to school if I don't bust my butt and get in the shower." She comes to give you one final smooch that conveys all of her love for you in a single breath.

She pauses halfway out the door, pancake still dangling in her grasp. "Oh, and one other thing, big brother." She points in the direction your mother left. "In case you couldn't figure it out, I give you my approval for Mom. Just don't be surprised if I get to her first!" She gives you a wink and disappears, leaving you smiling from ear to ear.