O.Z. One-Shots - A Stay-At-Home Story

March 2020

I remember the first time I heard about Covid, I didn't think it would be a big deal. I was reading the paper while Mom was deepthroating my dick, saw an article about the first cases in the U.S. and thought 'this'll probably blow over'. Yeah I know that sounded weird - I'm twenty four and I read the paper. My Dad took out the subscription, but he split when I became an Alpha three years ago. He didn't want to stick around as I fucked my Mother and my sister, made the big financial decisions, and generally took care of the family. That suited me fine - I didn't want him there either, so it made sense for the both of us when he left to play golf or whatever.

So I'm reading the paper at the breakfast table, and my Mom is really working my cock 'cause she's finished her muesli already. Generally she doesn't go so hard this early in the morning, but I had a hard-on like a rock. No idea why, since I'd been reading some really thought-provoking journalism about prostitution ('I quit my day job because I can't stop fucking!' claims OZ's hottest new callgirl, Article Page 3, Photos Pages 4-17), as well as some intriguing research on families ('Moms that fuck their sons: happier, healthier and more fulfilled claims new study').

My sister Tiffany arrived for breakfast just after I shot three ropes of cum on Mom's face. Sis seemed pretty upset about the whole thing. So was Mom, because I promised to shoot my load down her throat, and now her mascara was all messed up. I told them both to chill - the virus was probably going to be nothing, the media always loves to hype up everything, and neither of you need makeup to look hot anyway - so there was nothing to worry about.

They both seemed happy with that, and I felt pretty good that I was finally settling into the whole 'head of the family' role. I'd learned pretty quick the secret to being an good Alpha is to keep your family happy, and I say the best way to do that is compliments and intense, ecstatic sex. Mom says it's good communication. I guess it's probably a little of both.

Anyway, after ignoring the whole Covid thing, I felt pretty stupid a few weeks later when things started to get serious. First there was the grocery panic-buying, then the U.N. declared Covid-19 a pandemic, and then I knew the situation had become really dire when they sold out of Spermizan Plus. I had to buy Original, the weak shit. And cumming on your Mom just isn't the same without _blasting _ropes, y'know?

But, hey, everyone has their cross to bear, and I wasn't going to let this pandemic thing get us miserable. So the first thing I did was call a family meeting. After about thirty minutes of fucking, we got down to business: anal. And after about twenty minutes of that - it was really good anal, my Mom is an expert by this point - we started to talk Covid. The state had instituted a 'Stay At Home' order, and I was dead-set on sticking to it. Everyone else wanted to follow it too, to minimize our risk, especially as Tiffany was, by now, pretty scared.

Mom suggested that, to keep our minds off everything, we could each pick something to do at home, like a hobby or whatever. Tiffany said she wanted to exercise more, and thought a dedicated Yoga practice would help 'center herself'. I remembered I'd bought a guitar a year or so back as an impulse buy, but I never learned to play, so I decided now was as good a time as any. Denise, my Mom, wanted to expand her cooking skills by taking up baking, which she hadn't done in years.

I fired up my phone, and bought a few things - some baking sheets and ingredients for Mom, a new Yoga mat for Tiff, and a new TV to use while we were stuck inside. Honestly, at that point, I was riding high. This was a good opportunity to reinvent ourselves, right? Pick up a few good habits, and get rid of a few bad ones.

I'll be honest: things did not go the way we had planned.

April 2020

I gave up on the guitar almost immediately. The thing no one tells you about learning the guitar is that it takes loads more work than you'd think, and your fingertips will go numb and start hurting. I didn't want to lose the sensation of really gripping Mom's tits as she rode my dick, because we do that almost every day. I mean, they say the numbness and pain gets better over time, but I was still stuck on Wonderwall - which I hate as a song, it has to have the most pathetic lyrics ever written - so I decided to put the guitar back in storage.

Mom was more successful. She started with some easy treats like cupcakes and cookies, all of which tasted great. I was really proud of her, and it was great seeing her get creative with the recipes, adding three kinds of chocolate to cupcakes, or candies to the cookies. Between the three of us, we finished off anything she made in a few hours. But, pretty quickly, she encountered a problem. Mom used up the last of the flour making Irish soda bread, and when I went to get some more, they didn't have any online. I ventured out to the store - one of the only times I left the house - and they were out of flour too. Everyone was baking at the same time we were, and without flour, my Mom couldn't really make what she wanted to.

This was about the time I noticed Denise's 'occasional glass of wine with dinner' had become 'splitting two bottles of Chardonnay with us every night.' I wasn't about to complain, since it soothed everyone's nerves, and Mom got even kinkier when she was buzzed with **** - like when one night she announced she had a secret stash of Spermizan Plus that I could use. In minutes, I had taken three pills and within half an hour I was really unloading on her, just to see how messy we could get. Now, let me tell you, when the manufacturers say 'be careful of high doses' when taking Spermizan Plus they aren't kidding. When you take that much, you aren't shooting ropes any more, you're shooting jets of cum. Your balls feel so tight when it's building up, and the relief when you unload hot, sticky cum all over the naked body of your Mom, yeah, that does feel amazing.

But, the best thing, and the worst thing, about taking triple Plus is that it just coats her. I fired the first load at her tits, and you struggle to even see how big they are with the level of cum you're putting out. I spent a lot of my money - well Dad's money, I guess - on those breast implants, and covering them up just isn't worth it. And as for how much cum went in her mouth - look, I did apologize for that, but she still seems pretty upset about it. She spent a lot of time gagging.

Tiffany had the best time with her hobby. She still does yoga now, over a year later. Of course, I like to step in once in a while - to check her form, or to make some really creative fucking positions - but she's mostly solo. "It helps to really take the stress out of life" she says, and I totally agree. I've joined her now and then, since I want to keep as flexible as I can for fucking, but I don't get much out of the spiritual side of it like she does.

After a week or two, the initial enthusiasm had died down and we began to fall into a routine. Mom worked from home, and Tiffany was retaking some college courses online. I say retaking, because she failed some work last year - she blames me for not fucking her enough to keep her calm, so she couldn't concentrate. I admit at the time I had a girlfriend, and I didn't balance my energy very well, so I was only fucking my sister about every other day, instead of twice a day like she really deserves. After Erica and I broke up, and especially when the stay-at-home order kicked in, that stopped being an issue. I think our max was nine times in one day, though I'm not sure. It was kind of a blur.

So, like I said, it was a routine. I guess it probably wasn't a good thing that we stopped trying to push ourselves, and that we'd fallen into a regular pattern: First thing in the morning, the three of us would wake up in the master bedroom, and try to work the tiredness out of our muscles. We'd usually be pretty sore from fucking the night before. On an average day we'd stay up till 1 or 2 in the morning, really getting all our energy out, dealing with the different fetishes, doing a good variety of positions - the works. I was vocal about all the sex I wanted, but it would be wrong to say I was requesting it, or, as apparently happens with some Alphas, trying to direct all the sex in the house. Bad idea.

Sex is more fun the kinkier it is, and the only way to get to the really weird stuff, is to try and combine your fetishes. Like, take my Mom - who loves to role-play with her as a Doctor, and I play her son who's ill, and she has to incestuously fuck to save, right? Pretty normal fetish. I think everyone has that urge at some point or another. But, I have this thing with anal, and so half way through the role-play, with her trying to save my life by fucking me, I have to bend her over, and do exploratory cock work on her ass. We both love it. And we'd never have discovered it, if we hadn't combined our fetishes.

Sorry, I'm getting off track. After stretching for a bit, we'd shower and eat breakfast, Mom would work from home - she's an administrative assistant at a real estate agency - and Tiffany would do some college work. After I gave up on the guitar, most days I'd watch porn on the new 65" 4K LCD TV I got for the house, and I have to say, the colors on that thing look amazing. Watching pornstars get railed senseless on it was exceptional. Or it was at first anyway. Then things just got pretty same-y, y'know?

After working, or in my case, masturbating, we'd have lunch, and then we'd be free for the rest of the day. Tiffany played Animal Crossing, I would maybe watch a movie or something. Mom liked a glass of wine, and some erotica. And then at some point the fucking would start, and it wouldn't really stop till past midnight.

And that was our routine. Day in, day out, for weeks at a time, it was just wake up, eat, work, fuck, over and over again. I know it sounds pretty average, but I was pretty happy with the whole arrangement. The women in my family, though, have always been free spirits. They like to travel, go shopping, experience something new, that kind of thing. With all that being impossible, things started to get pretty different around here.

May 2020

The first sign something was up was Tiffany's schedule. She'd become really active sexually - I mean, even more so than usual - so she'd be constantly trying to draw us into some new sex game, or new role-play, or just some straightforward fucking. Now, of course, I was happy to fulfill everything she - and I - wanted, but it was barely a minute or two after orgasming before she was ready to go again. But listen, I wasn't called an Alpha for nothing. I broke out the Spermizan, I put on a pot of coffee, and I got to work. By this point, every single morning, it was about 4 am, and Mom had fallen asleep, but Tiffany would still be willing to go another hour or two. I could too, but man, I was impressed by her stamina. In the past, she'd always been the first to lose her energy. More than once last year, she'd fallen asleep on my dick. Now she was a machine without an off switch.

I didn't really think this was a bad thing at first - I still don't think it's bad - it's just different. Having this much sex with your sister really deepens your bond, and we had some great times and explored each other sexually way more than before. There was only so much you could do in two sex sessions a day, after all. Now we were doing, on average, seven or eight.

The issue was the day after the fucking. She'd start sleeping through breakfast, and through the whole morning. She might wake up for lunch, but generally she slept through everything except sex. Mom got pretty concerned about her coursework, but after her college announced a relaxation on submissions because of the pandemic, she stopped doing any of it. If she was supposed to do some assignment or essay, she'd just blow it off. Not that Mom knew that - she would have flipped out. But Tiffany had scraped the minimum grades to pass already, so she didn't care.

So during the day, my sister would sleep, and it was just me and Mom. I would sit masturbating on the couch, watching the new TV, and she'd find a seat at the table, keeping an eye on me while she worked. We'd get to talking, since it was just us. She'd ask me about what I was watching (and then usually get kind of breathy and fidgety), and I'd ask about what she was working on for her job. After a few days, I figured out that since the pandemic, her job only consisted of sending a few emails.

After talking for a bit, and doing some thinking while watching a pornstar - who had some really big, really fake looking tits - bounce on some dude's dick, I said: "So let me get this straight. Every few hours, you get an email, and then you write another email, where you just type out the exact same thing. Then you file it away, so no one ever looks at it?"

And she said "Yeah, that's it. That's my job." She laughed a little.

So I said "Why don't you just forward the emails you get? It would take, like, two seconds. And then you wouldn't have to do anything all day."

It took about ten seconds for Mom to really process this. Then she let out a long sigh and looked at me with an awestruck expression. "I... that is an absolutely amazing idea, honey, oh my gosh! That would save me so much time!"

After that, Mom's workload went from around three hours a day to around a minute a day. She started hanging out with me on the couch all morning while Tiffany slept upstairs. And we spent almost all our time having sex or watching TV.

First we watched the Office, then Breaking Bad, the Sopranos, Arrested Development, and Succession. She stopped us watching True Detective because she didn't like how violent it was. Any time she wanted to watch a chick flick, though, I'd usually get bored and play with Mom instead, getting her all worked up, and we'd shut the movie off because we were too busy to watch it. After all the big movies and TV we did classic stuff from the 40s, 50s and 60s. After a while, we started running out of things that either of us had always wanted to watch, so we started grabbing random titles off the IMDb top 250.

Three weeks into watching TV, both of us got incredibly lazy. We'd roll out of bed, grab something out of the freezer to heat up, cue up a movie, eat, and throw the unwashed plates near the sink. Some days we didn't even do that, we'd just dump them by the couch. After eating, we'd start making out, running kisses over each other's bodies, which could be pretty sweaty, since showering had become kind of irregular at this point.

I'm not proud of that, admittedly. And I'm even less proud of what happened next. Mom invented something she called 'the tongue clean'. We were in a conversation where she was talking about how much she loved my body, talking up how muscular and attractive she found me. This got me pretty hard. I said I needed to shower before fucking her, but she didn't want me to get up off the couch and leave her. 'The tongue clean' essentially seems to involve sucking my dick, and occasionally licking me all over. I gotta say, I'm a fan of it.

We were both barely dressing. I wore the occasional t-shirt and some exercise shorts, and Mom wore spandex pants and a workout top. Neither of us worked out, ever. Mom had rolled her dirty blonde hair into a messy bun, which she wanted to wash, but couldn't be bothered to. I, on the other hand, ran out of clean clothes, and didn't feel like washing any more. If something got too gross, Mom made me take it off and go naked for the rest of the day. I didn't complain. If anything, we liked it more.

You get the picture of what our lives were like at this point. It had pretty much become one long, weird sex session that waxed and waned. We barely ate or washed, but we did sleep a lot, both at night and during the day, in long naps, punctuated by more sex with one another. We were kind of gross, very lazy, and did absolutely nothing productive for at least three weeks.

I wish I could say we stopped here. We didn't.

April 2020

My memories about April are all jumbled up. Apart from how hot it was, that I do remember clearly. I think my first memory was slouching back into the master bedroom with something microwaved (a burrito I think?) on a plate. I threw a packet of chips at Tiff. She mumbled thanks, in between gasps as Mom pushed her favorite dildo inside her. It was her favorite because it was bright pink, and had a good, hard vibration. It wasn't the biggest one we had, Mom usually preferred those.

Tiff was hanging with her head slumped off the bed, wearing only a tight t-shirt, nothing else. Her legs were propped up with a pillow, and Mom was lounging beside her, pushing and pulling the dildo in her daughter's pussy. I sat down cross legged next to them, and started chewing on the burrito. It was really warm in the room, but despite the heat I wanted something hot to eat for the first time in days. The sun was blazing outside, it must have been nearly noon, and we were all sweating.

I remember gasping at the hot food in my mouth, and blowing on it. Mom rolled her body half-over, her breasts jiggling lewdly as she moved her chest. She made a noise that sounded like "give" while looking at my food. I ignored her.

As I leaned down to get another bite, I heard a soft thump and felt a small pain in my stomach. I choked a little, looked up, and saw her outstretched leg. Mom had kicked at me, lightly. When I saw her eyes, they were shining mischievously in the midday light.

"Share with your Mother, Matt..." she said, her words only barely slurred now. Then she started to move her foot across my bare chest. I felt her skin touch mine and my cock started to grow again, for the countless time that day. "...I'm fun when you're nice to me" she drawled. I could see the sweat on her forehead as I looked down at her. She was lying fully nude on the bed below me.

I took the burrito in my hand and fed it into her mouth. She moved, just stretching with her mouth to tear off a bite. As she chewed, a strand of half-melted cheese fell from her mouth and landed above her left breast. She groaned in satisfaction. "Tastes good."

There was a loud wet squelch as Mom began forcing the dildo harder and harder into Tiffany. Her daughter started to moan, softly and quietly, pausing only to yawn for a second or two. Her eyes fluttered, and it looked like Tiff might fall asleep, but her aroused voice got slowly louder.

I took another bite of burrito, and dropped my plate on the bed. I was staring at Mom's breasts and as she jiggled the dildo up and down, I watched her tits move in time with the strokes. I climbed on top of her body, crawling my legs over hers, and grabbed her tits with both hands. She groaned for a second, looking down at my cock, which was now fully hard and tipped with pre-cum. Lazily, I pushed my cock forwards and it slumped into her pussy. Just missionary. That was about all I had the energy for. I began jerking, more up and down rather than forwards or back, just to get some movement. Mom rocked with the movements, breathing hard. Her arms and legs slumped into the sheets, and the dildo came to rest in Tiff's pussy.

Tiffany moaned in frustration, and rolled back onto the bed. I can't really remember what happened next, but I know after a minute or two, the dildo was on the floor, Tiffany's pussy was pressed onto her Mother's mouth, and I was fucking Mom more forcefully - either with my hand or with my dick, I don't remember. I just remember her voice. She was really vocal by now, making the loudest groans I'd heard all week. Her large, fat tits rolled like jelly on her chest, and her back kept digging into the bed, rocking with every motion I made. I reached out and squeezed her tits again, and felt myself nearing orgasm.

I saw Tiff stiffen and straighten her back for a second, before slumping forwards, and letting out a low, deep groan of pleasure. She seemed unsteady, then rolled her pussy off Mom, and fell down next to us in a crumpled heap. As she moved, I could see a long, thin strand of her juices run from her pussy to her Mother's mouth before it broke.

Mom's eyes rolled back slightly. She moaned, exhaling deep breaths every time my dick made a hard thrust in her pussy. Seeing her face full of pleasure was the final straw for me. I **** my dick in as far as it would go and came freely inside her.

The feeling was so forbidden, I felt a slight sense of danger, which only heightened the sudden burst of pleasure. I had run out of condoms a week ago, but who cared? This felt better anyway.

Sperm surged inside of Mom, and as she moaned and wriggled her hips, some cum dribbled out onto the unwashed sheets.

Now I was feeling unsteady, and I slumped forwards, my mouth landing near Mom's tits. My cock slapped and bounced on her skin, before dribbling the last drops of cum onto her leg. She didn't seem to notice. I was breathing hard. Her eyes had rolled forwards again and she was staring up at the ceiling, at the space I had been, while she gasped "good job, honey, that's a good job..."

Tiff was asking Mom something about a pill, but Mom ignored her. She was rubbing my back, and just repeating what a good job I'd done. After a minute or so I'd forgotten I'd even cum. I was back inside Mom, thrusting hard, my dick working as fast as it could, and Mom was groaning again. I was running my tongue sloppily over her big tits, and found the forgotten bit of burrito cheese. I sucked it into my mouth with my tongue, kissing her breasts. Mom giggled with pleasure. When I looked over, Tiffany was fetching the still-wet dildo from the floor. She pushed it deep into her pussy and flicked it on.

May 2020

Two weeks after that, the stay-at-home order was lifted, and we could go out again. We could, not that we did, because it took us some time to get out of the busy sex routine we were caught up in. Slowly but surely, though, we got the house tidied up, got some clean clothes, and started spending more time outside. By the last week in May, remembering how we'd spent the time was becoming cloudy and unclear. It was starting to feel like a dream.

Well, it did feel like a dream until Mom went to the doctor, with complaints of soreness and nausea. When the doctor told her she was pregnant, we were both shocked. Tiff, less so.

That's when the memories came flooding back. All the stuff we did in those months, the sex, the TV, the conversations, - OK mainly the sex - I'll remember that, it's worth holding on to. Getting Mom pregnant wasn't exactly planned but since it's happened, we all feel blessed. I know we'll find a way to prepare, and deal with any problems that pop up.

But damn, those months really were something special.