Go home

You figure that going home and taking it easy for a while would be the best. After all, it certainly is not normal to pass out in the middle of the day or hallucinate as vividly as you did.

As introspective as you are being, you pay scant attention to your surroundings and almost collide with a gaggle of teenagers.

"Hey, watch it!" They shout at you in near unison and you take a step back in surprise. The group looks entirely normal aside from the tallest girl, who had gone full blown slut. The others look like high schoolers, which makes her outfit even more surprising, as she had on a very short, pleated red and black miniskirt that left the tops of her highly decorated black stockings visible as well as a patch of milky white thigh above them. She only appeared to be the tallest of the gang as she had donned a pair of cheap looking stripper platforms on with tall stiletto heels. A thin sweater barely hid an impressive looking bust and a cloud of bronze curls framed a cute, freckled face.

The others were dressed in typical teenage fashions but none of the girls were as daring, far more comfortable looking in their jeans and t-shirts and sneakers. The boys turned at him and frowned, one going as far as shouting at him: "Fuck off you fucking pervert!"

Realizing that you were staring, you mumble an apology and go on your way. After a dozen steps, you can not help yourself from sneaking a peek at her. Storing her sexy image in the mental wank bank.

Soon enough you make it home.

"Mom, I'm home! You wouldn't believe what happened to me at the park!" You announce as you walk into the nice little suburban home that your parents are so proud of. What awaits you in the living room, however, stuns you into silence.

"Yes, honey, what happened at the park?" Your mother innocently asks. She would normally be in sweats during the day. Today is not a normal day, as she is wearing a flowery summer dress with a hemline so high that the tops of her sheer white stockings are just visible. As she sits down on the couch the dress rides even higher, making it clear that she was wearing garters instead of stay-up stockings. Surprised as you are, you sit next to her on the couch, admiring her long legs and the strap-on platform sandals on her feet. You can not recall the last time you saw her wearing heels and she has, to your knowledge, never worn stockings.

"I ah, um, I mean, I -", you stammer and stutter. Your mother puts a warm hand against your forehead.

"Are you sick dear? You do not feel feverish", she says. Your eyes steal a glance at her cleavage, though the dress - scandalously short at the bottom - is quite decent up top.

"I hope you are not coming down with an illness. You know it is your sister's 18th birthday tomorrow and she has been looking forward to adulthood so much. We have a shopping trip planned for the day, I got her an excuse for the school and of course, she is so eager to finally be able to offer her mouth for you!"

Yeah, that sounds like your sister alright, getting the day off for shopping with your parents' money and - wait, what?

"Uh, offer what now?"

Your mother nods, fussing with her dress, making sure that you can keep watching her legs and the fetching, white stockings.

"Yes, the poor girl has been so jealous of all the girls in the neighborhood, whose mouths you have been using for the last few years, not to mention all those college girls who must be slobbering all over your penis. She really hopes you at least give her a chance, dear", your mother lectures.

You just stare at her, mouth agape, like you actually had a degree in baboon arselogy.

"Oh do not act so shocked my darling son. I know, I know, you have been adamant that you do not play with my mouth and I respect that. But I honestly believe that you should consider her. A good brother includes his sister in his life, instead of shutting her out. Think about it, honey. I should start dinner preparations before your father comes home", she says as she gets up and walks to the kitchen.

You stay on the couch. Either you were not dreaming or you have simply gone utterly mad or this is merely a continuation of the hallucinations you had earlier - though you have never heard of such a thing. If this is actually true and really happening, and while the slutty, barely-legal girl on the street does not really prove anything, your mother - in both dress and language - is a wholly different matter. Are the mouths of each and every woman now your free-to-use cock holsters?