Jack wakes up with new confidence.

Jack rolled over.

There was a banging on his door. As the world came back into focus, he realized it was his mother.

"Damnit, Jack, open this door!"

"Hold on," he said. He stumbled out of bed and walked to his door, which was locked. Turning the knob, he opened the door slightly to see his angry mother.

"Are you dead or something? I've told you three times to get up and get ready for school!"

Jack's mother really got under his skin.

'I wish you'd go fuck yourself, Mom,' he thought to himself. Just as soon as the thought had come to him, his mother got the most urgent look on her face. She walked down the hall to her room, removing her dress shity along the way. Just as Jack saw her fiddling with her bra, she slammed her bedroom door.

Jack turned his head quizzically, but gave little thought to why she'd leave in such a hurry. Jack closed his door and started to dress for the day.

He put on one of his less-dirty t-shirts, a pair of jeans, and his favorite hoodie. As he threw on socks and shoes, he hear banging from down the hall. Walking out into the hall to go downstairs to the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice a weird sound coming from his mother's room. He paused at the top of the stairs. He could make out a mechanical sound, and what sounded like his mother saying something to herself. As he walked over to her bedroom door, he noticed the door hadn't latched when she slammed it. Slowly pushing the door open so he could peek inside, Jack was shocked to see his mother naked, facing away from the door on her bed, fucking herself with a big blue dildo.

Jack had never thought of his mom in a sexual way, but knew she was good looking. His buddies had joked about it many times. But now, as she laid on the bed thrusting a fake cock in and out of her pussy, he felt a bit of a stirring in his pants.

'I wish she'd turn so I can see her pussy.' As soon as he thought it, she seemed to spin as if on a turntable, using no effort to move. Jack now had a perfect view of the blue dildo, which was shaped like a cock, diving into her pussy.

Jack couldn't deny that the scene was giving him a hardon. As he casually ran his fingers along his shaft through his jeans, he failed to notice his 18-year old sister, Samantha, emerging from the bathroom in the hallway.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jack?" she asked. Jack turned to see his sister standing in the bathroom doorway, her long hair wet, and a small towel barely covering her body.

"I, uh..." Jack stammered.

"Are you spying on Mom or something?"

"Er... uh... I was going to see if..." Jack didn't know what to say. That's when Samantha saw the tent pole in his pants.

"You're horny, aren't you," she said with a sly look on her face. "You ARE spying on Mom, aren't you?"

"No. I mean, I was just..." Samantha strutted across the hallway to their mother's door. As she walked to Jack, her towel came off and she held the front of it against her chest. As Samantha peeked into the bedroom with a gasp, Jack couldn't help but notice the fine ass his sister had. He found himself wishing she were in his mom's room doing the same thing. As Jack blinked, his sister was gone.

He looked around, trying to figure out what had happened to her. As his eyes moved back to the door, he found his answer.

Next to his mom, on the bed, was his sister - naked, and pumping her pussy hard with a matching blue dildo, just like his mom's. Jack nearly creamed himself seeing the two of them on the same bed doing the same thing. That was when he realized something: his gift.

Jack opened the door and walked in. He thought about his sister and his mom in a 69, pushing dildos into each other's cunts, and it happened. There was no transition. They didn't get up and rearrange. They just were.

Jack sat down on the chair near the bedroom door.

"This is my gift?" he said aloud.

In shock, his mother and sister screamed after hearing his voice. The two scrambled to cover themselves.

"Damnit, Jack, what are you doing in our room? This is our private space - only for me and your sister!"

Jack looked at them in confusion. "What do you mean? Samantha has her own room. And she's your own daughter, why are you fucking her?"

"We weren't fucking, Jack, you know that. We were getting each other off. It's perfectly normal for two horny women who live in the same house to use toys on each other."

"The hell it is," he said.

"What's gotten into you?" Samantha cried. "Every mom and daughter pleasures each other, it's completely normal, you freak. Just because you don't get to doesn't mean you have the right to barge in on us."

Jack laughed. He wished to himself that they could see the situation they were in. And just as he thought it, everything changed.

"What the fuck, Mom! What are you doing to me? EW!"

"Samantha Christina Jones, what are YOU doing to ME?" his Mom yelled back. The two rolled off the bed, Jack's mom covering herself with a blanket, Samantha only having her hands to cover herself with. As Samantha stormed out of the room, Jack chuckled.

"I can change whatever I want!" he said to himself.

"What's that, young man? What nonsense are you saying?"

"Nothing, Mom. Forget I was even in the room," he said. And just as he said it, his mother looked around and dropped the blanket.

"What did I come in here for?" his mom asked herself. Jack stood up and walked out. He went downstairs, out the front door, and looked to the sky.

"Thank you," he whispered to the wind.