Help All Around

Your Mom and Dad are chatting at the counter as they put away eggs and milk and other essentials. "Hey sport," says your dad, as he walks by you, seeming oblivious to the fact that you were naked from the waste down having just cum down your sister's throat. "Did you have a good blowjob?", although not completely oblivious.

You nodded mutely as you approached your mother, looking for answers. "Mom, is it okay for me to be naked?" She keeps a very clean house, and always insists everyone wear socks in the living area (I saved Dana from getting yelled at for painting her nails on the loveseat).

"Of course, sweetie. It'll make fucking you alot easier if you're naked more often." Her eyes widened. "Oh, do you want me naked?" She set down her can of soup and pulled the hem of her shirt, briefly displaying her tan bra before you told her to stop.

"No, no! I don't plan on fucking you," you lied. "I just don't want to get you upset."

She frowned. "We're all family here, John. We need to love each other, you especially. If you don't want to fuck me, that's fine. I'm just glad you're using your sisters. Just know, my body is always here for your pleasure. I love your cute cock, by the way. Bigger than last time I saw it." She laughed as you repositioned yourself behind a chair.

Caitlin and Dana and your father Warren came in and out a few times, still in their states of dress and undress, delivering a week's worth of groceries for a family of six adults. Your mother smiles at her nude daughter as she exits. "Have you taken Caitlin's virginity, yet?" You shake your head, "Not yet."

"She really needs to lose that. She has all these weird opinions about becoming a nun and marrying God. Maybe treating her like a whore can help dispell those. Although, I get it. Dana's prettier."

"Aww, thanks, Mom," Dana said as she brought another bag in tow, which she set on the counter. "I wish my boobs were bigger." She looked down at her topless form.

"They're lovely handfuls," mom said, as I rolled my eyes at the insanity and inanity of this conversation. My mother scolded me, however. "John, compliment your sister's breasts."

"They're nice, Dana," I said, faux-sincerely. She took it took heart, however, making a beeline to me, giving me a tight hug and very unsisterly like deep kiss. We shared her bubblegum for a moment, before she fished it out.

I was feeling light-headed from the kiss and didn't feel like driving. But it was nearing three o'clock and high school would be out shortly. I wanted to see my girlfriend, the real love of my life and try to find some sanity in all this. "Mom," I said, tensely. "Can you give me a ride?"

She smiled, motherly. "I knew you'd come around. So, in the bedroom, living room, or right here?"

"No! To school. School. Can you give me a ride to the high school?"

"Oh, I see. You want to fuck Janie. No problem. We're pretty much done here. Let's go!"

Mom was a little annoyed when I insisted on getting dressed first, but came around as we entered in her Lincoln and pulled away. She waved at all the college-age neighbors and professors, who seemed to be all lounging around, probably surreptitiously to get glances at your two unclad siblings.

The drive was short, but your mind was long, going over all the details from the day. This started from a dream last night that was really a wish. A wish to fuck older women, like your mom. You never had sexual thoughts about your sisters before, not really, but the number of wet dreams about your own mother could fill volumes of bedsheets. It was a secret shame.

And one that was no longer considered shameful. As you made your way around another roundabout, you glanced at your mother's tits. As large as Caitlin's, they were the object of many a fantasy of yours and your schoolyard chums.

She caught you glaring at them and smiled. "You do seem to like looking at my tits, John. It always used to make me feel uncomfortable, but now I'm just uncomfortable not displaying them properly."

"I can fuck you?" you said, asking what you know is an obvious question.

She nodded congenially, "Of course. I can pull over and we can fuck in the back or on the hood." You never heard her say 'fuck' before, but she's been treating it like any other word.

You said "No," and she kept driving. "What if I got you pregnant?"

"I'm a bit old, sweetie, but it's still possible. I wouldn't worry about it though. Your father gave me four kids in five years. I was a regular broodmare for a minute there. So this wouldn't be my first rodeo." She laughed as you felt a little queasy. "What about Dana or Janie or Caitlin? What if they get pregnant?"

She looked over and placed a hand on your cheek. "That's so sweet you're worried about their future. But don't fret over it. Babies happen. It's natural. We're all family, afterall. You just might expand it a bit. And can you imagine Caitlin pregnant? Heh, she'll be a pregnant nun in the convent. I don't know if I ever saw such a thing!"

You laughed with her for some reason, not really finding any of this funny. But you felt a need for one more thing.

You unbuckled your belt and slipped down your pants and underwear. Mom looked over and curiously asked what you were doing. You didn't answer her, instead remaining silent as your again-erect came into view. You grabbed her right hand off the steering wheel and wrapped it around your cock.

She understood what you needed and maintained her eyes on the road while multitasking a handjob. You reached out with your left hand, pulling up your mom's shirt and reaching into her bra, feeling her nipple for the first time and tweaking it.

The handjob was going great, and enough time passed that your mother eventually parked in the school parking lot, amidst a bevy of other students and parents. Most weren't paying attention to the old Oedipal handshake being performed, although some took longer to peruse the activities.

You didn't care. You were just enjoying the forbidden touch when a knock came at your window. It was Maria and Janie. Maria waved Hi as your mother unlocked the doors and they made their way to the back. "We're almost done, kids."

You stared at your girlfriend, who didn't seem upset or confused or even bored. Just happy to see her boyfriend as you panted and squeezed and finally came. On your shirt. On the seat. On the dash. On mom's hand. I think a glob somehow reached the rear view mirror.

"Nice job, Bro," laughed your twin sister Janie. "I called shotgun, but it looks like you're the one doing the shooting."

You glared at her as you pulled up your pants. Your mother doesn't bother to readjust her now exposed tit, over her bra with her shirt pulled up over it, so you readjust it for her. She thanks you, and goes in for a French kiss, but you exit the car door first.

You and Janie switch seats, and you sit in the back as you wince when Janie nonchalantly sits in a pile of cum. "How was your day?" asks Maria, politely, as she squeezes your hand.

"Exhausting," you answer honestly.