How was work?

A classic. You turn and ask your sister.

"Oh? Yeah, nothing too crazy. Mrs. Hufflebuff was out of control. Bit Mark's hand, jumped on Boris, and when we were getting her ready for adoption, she tried to eat the perfume bottle."

Ava's wide eyes conveyed the question she wasn't sure she should ask. Your sister turned to her and chuckled.

"I work at a rabbit sanctuary. Not, like, an adoption agency for humans or something."

"Oh thank god. I was going to ask what sick bastard names a kid Mrs. Hufflebuff."

"Don't get me wrong, it's still a terrible name," your sister replied, as she almost put her phone down on the counter. Catching herself before the screen became a sticky mess, she stowed it in her pocket.

"I've never had rabbits before, I wouldn't know," Ava replied, "I don't think I've even held one, come to think of it."

"Oooh, I'm sure Beth could take you to work if you'd like," your mum chimed in, setting down a huge plate of glistening pork belly, "you've got a shift tomorrow, don't you sweetie?"

"Oh no, that’s quite alright," Ava said, putting her hands up, "I've got training tomorrow anyway, I wouldn't be able to come."

"That's a shame. Well perhaps another time then. Such cute little things… I so love their adorable little ears," your mum said, "anyway, tuck in while it's hot!"

The four of you began to eat. Your mum, as always, had cooked up quite the spread. Pork, peas, seasoned carrots, a bit of leftover pizza, the works. If your family wasn't lugging around the kind of metabolisms that could power jet engines, this would be too much food.

However, the newest addition to the nightly feast was a big bottle of milk with no label. You thought nothing of it at first, even going so far as to fill your cup and take a swig. However, it was sweet. Not quite as plain as cow's milk. It had this sensation to it, like you were drinking a milkshake, but not quite as thick.

Then you looked over at mum, who's breasts had now shrunken back to where they… used… to be.

You gulped down the milk, and stared just a little too long.

"Darling? Is something wrong?" Mum asked, pausing to set her fork back down, "did you want a refill?"

"No, no, sorry, it's okay," you said, your eyes shooting back to your plate.

Ava took another bite of pork, her eyes glowing as she felt the taste fill her mouth, "This is delicious Ms…"

"Oh darling, just call me Jen. Or Jenna if you prefer."

"Gotcha," Ava replied, smiling, "well thank you for having me, and this milk is really lovely. Ma always used to get us some when we were little."

"How delightful! And how is Marilyn doing these days?"

"Well she's still looking for work, but she found something out at…"

The conversation falls away as your eyes return to your mother's chest. Since Ava was little? That shouldn't be possible, right? Even accepting the fact your mum had made the milk you were drinking, there's no way she could've hidden it before now… and that didn't explain a thing about why she'd been so comfortable with you seeing it, if it was something she'd been trying to hide.

"...And then dad ran off with the settlement."

"Oh you poor thing! I'm so sorry to hear that."

"We're better off without him. My brother's too young to… get it, though," Ava replies, stabbing her fork into her second helping a little too hard, "besides. With any luck, I can place in one of the MMA youth brackets. The money's not great, but it'll keep us afloat a while."

"MMA? You a fighter?" Your sister pipes up now, having polished off her plate in her classic world record pace.

"Hah! You don't get these weapons by sitting on a couch," Ava says, flexing her lithe biceps for the table. She grins, and puts them back down, "yeah, yeah I am."

Your mind floats back to nibbling on those tight muscles of hers, the way they'd tense and ripple in time with her moans. Weapons indeed.

"Hah! Now I know why you asked her out," your sister says, getting up to put her plate away and slapping your back as she passes, "you needed a body guard you could fuck!"

"Language young lady," your mum says, her eyes glinting despite her tone.

"Issat right stringbean?" Ava asks, turning to face you with a grin playing on her lips, "maybe you should come to practice tomorrow, I'll get you filled out in no time."

"I'm already too tall for most chairs, I can't be falling off the sides," you say, a grin of your own lighting up your face, "but I'd love to come watch."

"Dooooorks!" Your sister said as she exited the room.

You two just grinned at each other, and she gave you a quick peck on the cheek that caused you to freeze up.

"Ah, young love. Hold on, I'll find the camera app… gotta be here somewhere…" your mum said, fumbling with her phone.

“Mum- Please- No-”

But she had already fished the phone out of her purse and was taking photos of you both. Cheeks burning and awkward silence setting in fast, you both made your excuses and left. As you did so, your mum called out behind you.

“Sleep well lovebirds! I’ll be out in the morning so just help yourself to the leftovers on the second shelf.”

The two of you got back to your room and Ava flopped onto the bed.

“Man, your mum is so cute,” she said, peeling her clothes off once again.

“Mmm, in more ways than one.”

“Oh no, are you being cryptic with me? It’s always the ones with the best dick...” she said in mock dismay, flinging her shirt onto your… Well, it was once your floor. Now it was a pile of clothes that was in an eternal limbo between your wardrobe and the laundry.

“No, no, I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s been a weird day,” you explained, giving a small smile.

“Good weird?” she asked, running her thumb up the strap of her bra.

“Hah, well, the shower was definitely good.”

“Well I’d hope so. I enjoyed it too.”

As you shed your pants, your dick is exposed to the elements once more. Ava shucks the last of her panties, and turns back to you. Her eyes weave across your body in an instant, before fixating on that member.

"Tell you what I'd enjoy right now…" she says, her words trailing off.

"Oh?"

You flop backwards onto the bed, letting your cock bounce as it begins to harden. Ava gives you a wicked grin, and crawls onto the bed with you.

"Yeah. I wanna see how far I can take this fat prick."

Without another word, she leans into your cock. Her tongue snakes out, licking at the point where your balls meet the rod. She's not as skilled as your mum… but the thought of the saliva bath you received a few hours ago has your cock jumping to attention.

In seconds, your erect cock is nestled against her dark, curly hair. She continues to lavish your balls, cupping and curling around them with her tongue. She slides her tongue right down the middle of the sack, before reaching the bottom and sliding along the underside.

Reaching down, you lay your fingers against her hair, but she snaps a hand up.

"No hair touching."

With that, you drop your arms to your sides, and bask in the ripples of pleasure. You run your fingers along your own body, feeling them bump over your ribs and play around your nipples.

Ava's tongue moves up your cock, until she reaches the tip. Then, as if diving, she slides her head up and forward, engulfing the cockhead.

The heat is immediate. The sensation of tightness. Her mouth is so much smaller than your mum's. Your cock jolts again. You moan Ava's name as you continue to enjoy the feeling of your own hands gliding across your chest.

Ava, for a second, parts her mouth from the cock, "I love men that moan."

And with that, she returns, full ****. Her mouth slides down your shaft, the veins bumping against the edges of her lips. The tip is already pressing against the back of her tiny mouth, but with every bob, she gets a little further.

She pushes, getting three quarters down, and gags. As she pulls back up, spit is left covering your cock like lube. She redoubles her efforts and you groan in pleasure. Her hands grasp your thighs, her fingers sinking into what little fat is there.

She pushes herself all the way down. Your cock is buried so deep, you can see her throat bulge. She gags. Once. Twice. But she holds herself in place. She inhales. Deeply. With your pubes around her cheeks. Your crotch bumping her nose. She sniffs your musk, taking it in as she holds there. Tears sting her eyes, and one of her hands abandons its grip on your thighs. It dives downward. She fingers herself to your smell. As oxygen is leaving what little space it occupied. She moans on your cock, only halted by another **** sound.

She has to come up for air. She pulls back, tears streaming down her face. Her whole body vibrates as her hand pumps into her soaking pussy. But she doesn't leave your cock. Just enough to free her throat. Just enough to inhale a big breath of air. She looks up at you, as your eyelids shudder. You clench the bedsheets in your hands. She keeps watching you, watching your face as she brings herself to orgasm. She screams onto your cock.

You can't take any more.