Fusion 3

You had a fierce discussion about the title of the video. Lisa had tried to keep it plain, but was overruled in favor of something more suggestive. In the end, 'Hung MILF fucks her Sexy Femboy Son' became the final call, which a grumbling Lisa types into the upload form of the porn site.

You and your sisters watch her hit the 'Submit' button with a trembling finger. One second passes, then five. Then ten. There is no going back anymore. The Internet does not forget. It feels like forever until a notification lets you know that the video has been accepted and published. You look up at Lisa, who is sitting beside you, biting her index finger knuckle softly.

"And now, we wait," she murmurs quietly, staring at the screen.

It is done. You can feel the stress and anxiousness of the last few days leaving your body. All the preparations, all the worrying, the planning, everything is finally over. Your sisters are home and the family is not in tatters. They accepted your relationship with their mother with minimal resistance. They understand and respect your choices. Everything is good.

In this relaxation, your stomach takes the opportunity to loudly remind you that you haven't eaten since yesterday. A long, drawn-out growl emanates from within, making all three women turn their heads sharply towards you. Lisa looks at you affectionately, Sarah and Crystal blush slightly.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Crystal asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "Right now?"

"Yeah," Lisa replies in your stead, rising from the couch and pulling you up with her. "Your brother has worked very hard the last couple of days. Cut him some slack."

Sarah sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes. "Fine! Have fun!" She groans as Lisa pulls you away towards the stairs. Stealing a glance back, you catch your sisters' eyes jumping back up from your butt to your face, fierce blushes dusting their cheeks.

Although it's weird for your sisters to witness the effects of your mother's affection sloshing around in front of you, they do an impressive job of keeping their thoughts to themselves. Over the entire rest of the day, there are no rude comments, snide remarks, or insinuations of any kind. They just... roll with it.

Of course, it's not like you're clumped on the couch the entire day. After two months of being cut off from the internet, your sisters spend a lot of time in their rooms catching up with all the content they missed out on. They chat with their friends, browse their favorite blogs and check up on their social media profiles. Sarah forwards a hilarious short video into the family group chat, and wheezing laughter fills the house in short order. It feels good to have them here again.

And then there are other preparations. Summer break is nearing its end, and school looms on the horizon. The Department of Education slowly comes to terms with the fact that the Internet actually exists, and enables certain things to be done remotely before school even starts. You and your sisters choose courses, download textbooks, and fill out applications, so that by the first week of September, everything is ready and in place.

In the evening, you convene to check up on how your porn is doing. You and your sisters stand behind Lisa as she opens up her laptop and browses to the website that hosts your video.

"Five bucks says it has less than a thousand views. It's been up, what, six hours? Yeah, it'll probably go viral in a few days, but...", Sarah mumbles as the page loads, but her words die down when she sees the loaded page.

"... nevermind," she whispers, her jaw falling open.

There, on the front page, where there are usually video suggestions for various different fetishes, is your own face, looking right into the camera, your hair messily hanging over your forehead, and droplets of sweat clinging to your skin. The background shows Lisa looming above you, her huge cock pumping furiously into your ass, while her hands grab your head in a powerful grip. 'EXCLUSIVE NEW VIDEO: Hung MILF fucks her Sexy Femboy Son' is written in red letters across the top.

The promotion is so aggressive that you cannot even see other porn being displayed. Your own video takes up all the space.

"That's a little unusual," Crystal mutters, staring in disbelief at the screen.

Lisa just shakes her head, doesn't even click on the link, but goes straight to the stats page that only the uploader of a video can access. Four pairs of eyes jump to the stats section and read the numbers in stunned silence.

"Holy fucking shitballs," Sarah chokes out, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Amazing..." Crystal murmurs, barely able to speak.

Lisa exhales, then scrolls down to the revenue estimations. She reads the number, once, then again, to make sure she didn't misread anything. Then, an almost inaudible whimper escapes her mouth and her shoulders start shaking. You quickly wrap your arms around her, your sisters following suit after a second or two. Her dam finally breaks and she starts crying, tears of joy and relief streaming down her face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she whimpers softly, "I... We needed this!"

Lisa had given you the rough rundown of the families' financial situation some time ago, of course. It was, after all, the origin of the whole porn idea. But what she hadn't been able to properly express was the tremendous weight of responsibility on her shoulders. The fear of not being able to provide for her family was in her mind all along, always looming over her head like a dangling sword, and it is only now that she can breathe freely again.

The three of you hug her tightly, letting her cry for as long as she needs to. Eventually, she calms down, her breathing slowly returning to normal. When she pulls back, there are still traces of tears on her face, but she looks more composed than before.

"Kids, this is above my wildest expectations," Lisa whispers softly, wiping the corners of her eyes. "We need to celebrate!"

And so you do. Lisa uncorks a bottle of champagne, Crystal pulls out her phone and puts on some uncharacteristically bass-heavy music, and Sarah produces a pack of weed from somewhere. It speaks about Lisa's state of mind that she doesn't even raise objections to that last one. The four of you dance in the living room, laughing and joking, enjoying each other's company. The mood is light and relaxed, everyone is having fun.

Some time into the evening, dozens of hilarious dick jokes and sappy stories later, someone suggests strip poker, because why the heck not.

"Looking good, sis! And nice tits," Sarah calls out as Crystal strips off her shirt. "Wish I could bounce my puppies up and down like that."

"Jeez, Mom, that is one huge cock. Got a weapon license for that thing?" Crystal later laughs in the direction of a slightly **** Lisa, who chuckles and makes a vague motion with her hand.

You've lost your shirt fairly early on in the game, and when it comes to your pants, well. In the heat of the moment, you stand up and take your time, bending over slowly to pull them down past your butt cheeks. Your sisters stop dead in their tracks, staring intently at a revealed thong of red silk, mouths agape, eyes glued to your bum. Their eyes follow the motion of every muscle as you lower your pants down your thighs, exposing inch after inch of flesh.

When your fingers touch the floor to steady yourself, the silence is finally broken.

"Damn, Doug..." Crystal mutters under her breath, unable to tear her gaze away from your round ass. "Just... damn."

Your face is flush with color as you sit back down and take your cards, looking at your highly amused mother out of the corner of your eye. Her attention was split between you and your sisters, and she grins at the reactions they had.

"Hmm? Something the matter, sis? Come on, it's your turn." You say with a smirk, stick out your tongue at her, and pick your cards back up.

For some reason, Sarah and Crystal enter into a losing streak after that, stripping off their remaining clothes in short order, revealing their delectable assets to the room. There's teasing and joking around, but nobody takes it too far. A few rounds later, you find yourself naked except for your chastity cage, which Lisa ruled as not being part of the game.

Crystal sits next to you, equally nude, having lost her last article of clothing just a minute ago. You can see her cock resting on her thigh, soft and flaccid, but appealing even so.

Lisa emerges victorious from the game against Sarah, standing up and lifting her right foot on the table, where she proudly presents a black sock as if it were a million-dollar piece. Her cock hangs down beyond the rim of the table, arresting your attention.

"A-Ha! You'll have to try harder next time!" She laughs heartily, before pulling it off, waving it triumphantly through the air, and finally dropping it into the pile of clothes on the table. She does it with such drama that it elicits laughs from all three of you.

"And for my prize... I think I'll claim this," she announces with a grin on her face, pointing her finger in your direction.