At Home

You don't speak as Hannah, dressed at last, gives you a ride home. She seems sad, but you don't feel like comforting her. Well, you do, but you try not to show it.

"You can go now," are the only words out of your mouth as you quickly exit the car into the bright day Sun, moving up the walkway and not looking back to see her response. Mom and Caitlin are at the door looking worried, but you easily make it through them and up the stairs.

You find your parents' room, now your room, and sigh at the realization that they moved all your stuff in here and your father's out. It was a shared room now with your mother. Your laptop was next to her work computer. Her dresser had some makeup kits and a vanity mirror over it, yours had some old collectibles and a couple academic trophies. Definitely an odd pairing. Your sheets, freshly cleaned, sat atop the full-size bed that you would now share. You lay down to decompress.

Some minutes later, your mother arrives and lays next to you, her left hand going directly into your pants and to your cock in a familiar, familial action. "You came recently?" she said, questioning your flaccid state.

"Yeah," you responded, looking at the ceiling as she removes her hand and continues to spoon you. "I'm going to hold off until dinner."

Dinner should be in an hour or so, you reckon, well within the time limit. You can practically feel your mother smile as she kisses your neck, smells your hair, and whispers into your ear: "I better get started on dinner then." That was enough to get you a little peace and quiet.

You maybe take a quick nap, but are awoken by the subtle vibration of your Apple Watch, giving you a thirty minute warning. You sigh and take off your pants, rubbing your cock to full erection before proceeding downstairs.

It was not an unexpected sight to see you walk into the dining room bottomless with your cock at full mast. Maybe a few months ago, but now everyone was used to your frequent handjobs, and recent fuckings, that nudity on your end, or their end, was commonplace. Your father nods in acknowledgment, as your mother grins and goes to retrieve your plate.

Caitlin is there, seated next to your assigned seat. She's topless, of course, her perky breasts visible for all to see. This indicates to you that she's volunteering to take care of your erection, as she and mom often removed their tops for ease of cleaning. Seeing either of them topless was common these days.

You sat down as Caitlin ignored her food and slipped under the table. She engulfs your member in a blowjob as mom hands you your meal. Your father and mother talk a bit as you briefly attempt to eat, before giving up in the midst of ecstasy. Your mother quits talking as she begins rubbing her clothed breast, her other hand reaching under the table, her husband rolling his eyes and eating his peas.

Mother and son reach orgasm about the same time, as Caitlin dutifully guzzle most of it down. You scooch back in your seat as Caitlin crawls back into her chair. Your mother wipes a little of your sperm off Caitlin's chin, licking her finger when done.

"So, how was the party?" asked your mother, after another minute to recompose herself.

"It was something," you said, a sense of unease in your voice as you took another bite of steak.

"Fuck any cute girls?" she asked.

You thought about Sabrina. How she didn't ask for you to medicate her. To violate her. She had no clue what you did. You didn't feel hungry anymore, as you pushed away your plate. "I'm going to bed."

You stormed upstairs, as everyone watched your bare ass on the way. "I'm coming with," your mother yelled after a moment.

You didn't shower. You just got naked and slipped under the sheets. Your mother came in and followed suit, as you felt her bare breasts poking into your back. "Do you want to talk about it? No judgment," she said, her hand wrapped around your dick.

You manage to turn around and make out her face in the dark, your eyes adjusting as you continued. "What if I raped someone?"

Her brow furrowed, "You won't rape anyone. You're a sweet boy. Plus, everyone will have sex with you. Just ask."

Your annoyance was clear on your face, but you don't know if she could see.

"Oh, did you want to roleplay!" Her eyes went wide in glee. "Caitlin and I - or one of your school friends... you could chase us around town. Tackle us down. Maybe butt-fuck us! That sounds fun! We can get Caitlin's work involved, to make it seem real."

"No, no. I mean... what if I really raped someone? Had sex with them against their knowledge or consent?"

Her brow furrowed, more in confusion than worry. "I don't think that's possible. At least, not easily. Maybe if we lied to someone, an out-of-towner, and had them masked up with no knowledge of who you are. Ooh, then you could molest 'til your heart's content! Do you have someone in mind?"

She still assumed you were speaking in hypotheticals, and was suddenly willing to help, a fact that sent shivers up your spine.

"Forget it," you said, testily. But your body betrayed your words, as an erect cock was already poking into your mother's vagina.

She smiled, as she repositioned herself for ease of entry. "Oh, no. Please don't..." she said, falsely, as you covered her mouth and then fucked her.