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"I... how could you... I'm your mother!" Erin stammered and stumbled, not even confident in her own defense.

In some vague attempt at controlling the situation, or perhaps an equal amount of being just that uncomfortable in the position she was in, your mother swung her legs over Emma's shoulders to heave herself out of the chair and take a few steps forward.

You didn't even consider giving her a response, her stuttering was so shaky you could see her own reasoning crashing down in her own eyes, particularly because you were maintaining firm eye contact while stroking your firm hog. It crossed your mind momentarily that you were staring your own mother down while masturbating next to your defiled sister, like some kind of pervert, but labels didn't matter to you anymore, at least not for now. You were getting a sick pleasure watching your mother struggle to control her own reactions, shock and panic and rage and a healthy dosing of disgust flashed across her face in turn, over and over, almost on a loop. Mixed in to her myriad of moods however was hesitation. While struggling to gather up a response, her eyes kept wandering down to your soaked cock as you squeaked and squelched your hand up and down the messy length. Trying to think while you had your cock out was hard enough, but the noises... it was practically written on her face every time she was **** to think about having you inside her.

In the end, she cracked,

"Fine. Fine! You're right! I'm sorry! That's what this is about! I said it, I need to apologize! Just... just stop!" Your mother, face cherry red broke eye contact with you, and held up a hand, gesturing for you to stop, or more specifically, your cock to stop being jerked off given the direction she was gesturing her hand in.

You honestly didn't expect that to work. Honestly, you weren't really thinking about what you were doing at all. Regardless, you should aggressively jerk off during hostile negotiations more often.

"Alright, then strip."

Erin's head whipped around at your demand and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. That was clearly quite a thing to hear her son ask - no, demand - of her. You had a reason to your madness though, or an excuse rather.

Shrugging your shoulders you stepped towards your mother, cock swinging freely, she flinched at your first step and took a step backwards herself, there was fear, fear of her own son, and no doubt, his cock leaving her in an abused state just like Caitlin was in, in your wake, but your eyes finally slid off of her, towards the seat she'd just climbed out of and she all too eagerly picked up on this and stepped to the side allowing you the seat like it was your throne.

Somewhere along the way, Emma had leaned back, shoulders heaving in exhaustion as she had at some point came to the sight of you fucking your sister while smelling said sister's panties. You were having a family affair at the moment so you had unfortunately been to preoccupied to notice, but now with her exhausted at your feet, you sat back, feeling your mother's lingering body heat against yours, and you felt a throb of excitement, as you laid your slimy, protruding cock on top of Emma's head. Most women, well, most humans, period, would've recoiled from the uninvited mess, but Emma was eager to roll her head back, between your legs and nuzzle the dripping underside of your cock,

"If you wanna half ass this and just change - again, once we're done, fine, whatever! Just get over here and suck my cock clean. But y'know, if you did actually show me your tits this time I'm sure I'd blow a lot quick-"

"Enough!" Your mother's face was twisted in a pained, mortified expression as she very loudly cut you off, "I get it! B-but I'm still your mother! You... you can't... talk to me like that."

With every word she spoke her voice grew softer and softer, and even as she spoke your mother was hastily peeling off clothing. She tossed her shirt aside, and shimmied out of her leggings without giving you a second of a show until she got down to her underwear. Pausing, she glared at you while trying to awkwardly cover her fresh pair of undies with her arms while trying not to appear overly coy,

"B-but," Her voice shaking, your mother cleared her throat to try and compose herself, your mother added, "I'm only sucking your... your dick. After this we're done, got it? Your sisters already made up plenty for taking advantage of you at her work - and then some. I'm only doing this because I admit I tried to dictate her work, s-so it's only right I help out with her work...." Your mother tried to maintain confidence, but repeatedly fell into an uneasiness, as if she was trying to convince herself more than make terms with you, "But you can't do the same otherwise you're going to have to apologize to us! Am I understood?" Finally regaining her composure, your mother puffed out her chest.

The effect was considerably lessened give that she was in her underwear and your dick was out and rock hard. It took everything you had not to roll your eyes,

"Yeah, sure. I get it. You gonna change your underwear again after or...."

"I'm getting to that! Hold your horses!" Just like that she was back to blustering as she reached behind her to unhook her bra.

"You already snapped at me for doing that." You aggressively shook your hog.

"Stop it! Don't be disgusting!" Your mother huffed, throwing her bra aside and aggressively bunching up her shoulder length hair to twist into a messy ponytail.

Despite the venom in her voice, and the fact she was your own, nearing middle aged, mother, her breasts were still full, with just the slightest pull of age, and the efficient, practiced way she prepared herself to swallow your cock, twirling her hair around her fingers into an efficient albeit messy knot, earned another throb of approval.

Once her hair was twisted your mother let her arms fall to her sides limply and sighed, looking down at her pure white briefs before glowering at you again,

"I'm keeping my underwear on."

"Whatever. If you want this to take as long as you can make it I'm not gonna complain but if you ask me -" You were quickly interrupted as your mother yanked her underwear off, hopping on one leg out of them and hurling them at your face

"Alright!" Your mother huffed a mere decibel below a yell before stomping over to you and glowering down.

It took you a moment to figure out why she wasn't immediately dropping to her knees and swallowing your cock, but when you followed her gaze and looked down, you grabbed your cock and pulled it aside, off of Emma's eyes, earning a squeak from the girl as she finally noticed your mother, and she crawled to the side, opening up space for your mother to assume her position.

Once the space between your legs was free your mother still hesitated for a moment longer, her eyes stuck on your cock, but then she glanced up to meet your eyes, to see you fiddling with her panties.

Surprising the both of you, you couldn't resist bringing them up to your nose. She was the one who so graciously hurled them at your face though, it was hard not to.

Seeing this your mother choked back a stammer, then with a huff dropped to her knees, getting eye to eye with your one-eyed beast, and swallowed hard.

Having just put on the pair less than an hour ago you were, again somewhat surprised by your initial disappointment with the smell, mostly detergent, but there was the tiniest of wet spots on the crotch. Despite that, the mere act, with your mother on her knees before you was exciting.

"Oh my god...." You mother muttered with a click of her tongue before you felt her fingers slip around your cock with a wet slap, "Urgh, can you at least, I don't know, shower first?" Your mother grumbled, leaning away from the slimy beast, doing her best to hold it with as little of her hand as possible, but that wasn't as simple as it sounded.

"You could've apologized earlier. You made your bed, now lie in it." You snorted.

Your mother immediately frowned and glared up at you with a stern expression, but you didn't falter as you glared right back. For a moment you had a battle of wills, but your mother, already naked, on her knees and with your cock in hand caved soon enough, her face crumbling back into a cringe as she slowly reached up her other hand and wrapped them around your pole. Her grip tightened as you saw a shiver run down her spine as she squished the cum between her fingers. It took her a moment to recover but she soon enough started to slowly pump both her hands up and down, earning a wet slosh with every stroke, a mix of juices wrung out over her hands.

"Oh come on, this isn't the first time you've handled my cum." You snorted, the previous anxiety and embarrassment you felt from that time all but forgotten now.

Flaring her nostrils and scrunching up her face even more your mother looked up past your cock as she slowly pumped harder,

"Yes, but not Caitlin -" she stopped herself with a sputter, and her hands stopped pumping, "I mean, it's not like that makes this any less... disgusting."

"Well that sucks... because you already promised me you were going to suck my cock." You gave your mother a scummy smirk.

However she froze up completely, looking at your cock apparently sick to her stomach. You gave her a few moments to try and **** herself, but as the seconds passed you felt a twinge of sympathy for your mother. There'd be plenty of time to corrupt her further, to turn her into a fuck pet along with your sisters. You didn't even think twice about that anymore. With a new, twisted sense of familial loyalty, you stood back up out of the chair, towering over your mother, and slapping your cock against her face before she had had a proper chance to recoil away, and then you took her fresh pair of panties and gave your cock a few quick jerks with it, wiping most of the mess from it and your hands. The underwear was now a soggy sticky mess however, as you dropped it down into your mother's bare lap,

"Fine. Is that better?" You sighed, a twinge of sympathy in your voice.

"I..." You could see the desire to further object in your mother's face.

This entire situation was toeing the line of the employee customer relation you were allowed to pervert, and she was clearly struggling with that being the case, but as you made a clear - albeit half-assed - attempt to meet her in the middle and resignation quickly returned to her features. Shutting her eyes, your mother stuck out her tongue and licked at the tip of your cock.

Immediately you let out a groan as an excited shiver ran up your spine. Defiling Caitlin was oh so wrong and that just made it all the more exciting, but feeling your own mother's tongue had it's own depraved feel on a whole other level.

"Look, John if I'm going to do this for you can you... please not make those sounds?" Your mother sounded completely and utterly defeated as she made her plea.

You didn't so much as look at her though as you reached out and ran your fingers through her hair, resting your palm on the top of her head, your own head thrown back as you gave another satisfied sigh.

"This really -mmh" Your mother tensed under your grip, and struggled with phrasing her distaste, but as you leaned back and pressed your cock against her mouth she was **** to go quiet.

It took her a moment to properly compose herself after that, but even her soft lips pressed against your cock was heaven in it's own right. And it was certainly better than her nagging you. As it was very clear that you were getting far more into this than she was, your mother relented very quickly, giving up on any further attempts at complaining and slipped her tongue back out from between her lips. At first she just flicked her tongue up the sides of your head and underneath, but as she grew accustomed to your flavour - and the lingering taste of Caitlin, she slowly grew more bold, planting kisses over your meat like oh so many booboos. She seemed to be doing anything except sucking, but the noisy smack of her lips with each kiss, the increasingly aggressive licks she ran up your pole, and just the feel of her head, bobbing and weaving, up and down and side to side of your meat, your palm still resting on her head were more than enough keep your patience up.

Your mother without question had some reservations with flat out blowing you, but clearly she was working towards it.

Then she parted her lips and planted a big sloppy one right over your tip, practically frenching you cock, her lips stopping halfway over your head as her tongue wriggled around. As hesitant as she was to go all the way down on her son, the longer you held out, the more of her skills she showed, but as soon as she opened up for that kiss you let out another groan, and your hips took off on their own. Instinctively, you tightened your hold on her head pushed your hips forward, the only thought currently in your mind was fitting as much of your cock into the tight, warm hole you were presented with as you could. As soon as you spread her jaw however, she let out a moan and her hands flew up to your thighs to push you away,

"H-hey, slow -mmph - down!" You could still feel her lips flapping against the tip of your cock as she tried desperately to fight against you and voice her concerns.

You were done listening to her complaints and interjections though. As soon as she made her complaint, you went from instinct to intentionally pushing her down.

"Mmph!" Your mother let out a horrified mumble as you pushed back into her mouth, spreading her jaw to it's limit as your head pushed past her teeth in one shove and paused at her throat.

With an animal groan, you set your hips and grabbed hold of her head with both hands. Your mother started to twist and wriggle and push against your legs even harder, but her elbows quickly buckled as you pulled against her, easily overpowering her. While she tried, and failed, to stop you, you slowly and surely made it further and further down her throat and towards her stomach until your balls were on her chin, her throat bulging with your meat and her lips stretched tight around it.

Even as your mother dug her nails into your thighs and pushed against you, forcing you to keep your grip tensed, you savoured every moment of it. Giving her head a quick wiggle from side-to-side, rubbing her nose into your pubes you felt her throat squeeze against every throbbing inch of you as she tried to let out a yell, some other nagging complaint, but she couldn't. This situation should've been wrong, should've been disgusting, but being buried down her throat up to your balls felt righter than anything you'd ever imagined.

After enjoying the feel of her struggling throat for a couple beats, you gave another moan of satisfaction and mercifully eased up on your hold, allowing your mother's attempts to push off your impressive girth to finally bear fruit. She got back up to your head before you yanked her back as hard as you could, thrusting in to bounce your balls off her chin as you did. Completely caught off guard by your apparent change of heart, your mother's arms gave out far easier this time as you easily slid her bruised throat back down you again. The only sound she could make was half a wet cough, it barely sounded voluntary, more like the natural reaction you having your meat slamming back in and rebounding her throat, but she paired it with a disapproving moan of some sort. You were too lost in the feel of finally defiling her throat to even care.

Pressing your advantage you slid your wholly unprepared mother back up your shaft before slamming her back down, again, and again. Each time it was a slow, concentrated and aggressive move, making sure she couldn't slip off if you relaxed your hold even a little too much, but each time her ability to hold you back weakened. Thanks to whatever your wallet had done to you, you had more than enough length to make the entire journey of her mouth more than stimulating enough to make each long, aggressive stroke better than the last no matter how long it took, but when your mother finally gave in, after maybe the dozenth time slamming her nose and chin into your crotch, and her hands merely rested limply against your thighs in what was little more than a testament to her attempts at calming you down, you went into overdrive.

Each yank of her head and each thrust against her was more intense than the last, until you were finally full on skull fucking your mother. Her grunts and groans, and stifled coughs quickly disappeared under the noise of your cock sloshing in and out of her wet throat and your own ragged breathing as you tried to fuck her face, harder and harder, more and more. You'd given Caitlin the business just moments ago, you liked it rough, you liked being in charge and the fact she was your sister had made you want those things even more, but with your mother those feelings were even stronger. All you could think of was turning her into a fuck doll, using her like a toy, with complete and utter abandon.

You never would've even dreamed of treating her this way, the level of disrespect alone - ignoring the sexual molestation and straight up **** on her throat - yet here you were using her like a cheap fleshlite, pounding and slapping away at her face. Even just yesterday, you were hesitant to give her a facial and yet now you were more sure than ever,

"Here I come!" You gave your mother a gravelly, warning, more of a threat really, your jaw tight and you refused to ease up on her until the very end.

Whether she heard or not was impossible for you to tell, the various coughs and groans coming from her stretched out throat could've just been the sounds of your cock squishing around inside of her. Even her hands on your thighs barely even twitched. If she had heard, your onslaught on her throat must have broken her, resigned her to her fate as your cum dump.

You refused to let up on her all the same, but you just had to steal a glance down to see her face, even though you had to put your whole body into plowing her throat.

You'd never seen your mother in such a sorry state. Her face was bright red, her hair was now a frizzy mess, tears streamed down her cheeks and her normally bright, cheery eyes were now dull and unfocused.

With a roar you slammed down her throat one last time with everything you had, just in time for you to unload down her throat, volley after volley of hot sticky cum. You were completely recharged after Caitlin one of the perks of your magic wallet you were well aware of by now, but the wrongness of fucking your own mother was unreal, your entire body shook with your orgasm as you pressed your mother's face into your pubes as hard as you could, grinding her nose in them as you tried to fit every last millimeter you could inside of her. You ground your hips against her, swabbing her throat with every throb of your cock as you filled her belly with another shot of her dinner as she milked every last bit of your 'apology' out of you.

It felt like there wasn't an end to your cum as you kept filling her. Eventually though, your mother started to squirm as you continued to hold her down. As the seconds ticked by, and cum started to flow back up her throat and squeeze it's way out down her chin, she started to gurgle and her fingernails started to dig into your thighs. She was trying to fight again, but it was like the swatting of a kitten as you held her, enjoying every last spurt into her filling belly.

By the time you finally felt your senses coming back to you, your orgasm finally starting to ebb, your mother's clawing had started to flag, and just as you gave a satisfied groan and pulled, slick, sticky inch after inch out of her throat she went limp, leaving you to hold her up, and pull her off of your cock, entirely by her hair.

The very second she was free she gave a massive cough, hocking out a fat wad of cum and started gasping for air, but she continued to hang limp in your grasp.

With your senses coming back to you, you felt a twinge of pity,

"I suppose... that's enough... apologizing...." You chuckled breathlessly.

You concern faded almost as quickly as it had appeared and you dropped your mother into a heap at your feet, finally feeling satisfied with the job her and your sister had done.

She was already in the the same state as your sister, and you'd only pounded her throat, you had to wonder what state you'd leave her in if you decided to ream her pussy too....

Speaking of your sister, you glanced over to Caitlin, you weren't entirely sure what you were hoping to see, shock, horror... arousal, but she was just laying on her back, where you left her, eyes shut as her bare chest rose and fell peacefully. cum drying on her face and the fountain that had been pouring out of her pussy long since shut off.

They were going to need a carpet cleaner after tonight, without question. Hopefully they didn't expect you to rent one for them.

Looking around the rest of the room you were reminded Emma and Nalini were still there. Emma was now leaned back against the sofa and was idly stroking the lips of her pussy, but she seemed spent - but very happy - Nalini on the other hand was just kneeling beside her, looking bored and just twiddling her thumbs and looking around the room trying to distract herself somehow, until she saw you looking that is, and sat up in rapt attention.

You had finally calmed down considerably, not that you came into this night particularly heated, you didn't have anyone you needed to prove it to - not anymore anyway, it seemed you'd knocked both of them out with your cock - but you had only been slightly chaffed before, your real cloudy judgment came from just how horny they made you. Just remembering Caitlin shoving her tits in your face, the way she squealed when you ruined her pussy, and even your mother's struggling....

That was a thought that required an extra couple seconds of contemplation. Did absolute power really corrupt absolutely or was this magic sex wallet doing it's magic on you to make you more depraved? Did the 'why' really matter, was this a path you wanted to walk down?

You almost got concerned again for a moment there but your attention suddenly refocused back on Nalini,

"Hey, how would you girls feel if I asked you to help me with something here...." You had already toed the line with fucking your mother's throat, especially when she clearly was trying to back out once you started to skull fuck her, but you had a sneaking suspicion that the fact she wasn't actually able to back out with her throat stuffed was key, and going with your gut had done you wonders so far tonight.

"That... depends on what... I guess?" Nalini hesitated, raising an eyebrow at your cryptic request.

Right, being assertive along with going with your gut was also a big part of what got you to this point in the night too.

Clearing your throat, you decided to commit to the idea. Even just remembering the **** you put your family through was getting you excited again. That said, you'd pushed your mother pretty far, both physically and as far as you were willing to press your magic freeuse powers. And Caitlin was still your sister, you'd paid them both back for their minor impoliteness with an obscene amount of interest you'd say... but you still wanted a little memento of the night,

"You mind grabbing my -" Unconsciously feeling around for the pockets you didn't have you suddenly remembered you didn't bring your pants along

Or your wallet for that matter. It took you a second to reminded yourself that you'd already fucked your family without consequence so that wasn't really pertinent at the moment.

Leaving your sentence hanging for a bit longer you looked around the room. You weren't sure what you were looking for, but you were surprised to find it. Sitting on the coffee table at the far end of the sofa, nearest Nalini,

"-Caitlin's phone, actually."

Nalini followed your finger and then shuffled over on her knees, but hesitated, looking over at Caitlin's form,

"Are... you sure?"

"It's fine I just need to send some pictures to my phone."

"I take no responsibility for any of this." Nalini shook her head.

While she looked uncomfortable, you thankfully picked up that it was at touching someone else's property. You didn't feel any disgust at what you were doing next.

Caitlin's phone was predictably locked, but you simply grabbed her hand and used her limp thumb to unlock it, so Nalini could shuffle back with it. From there you had Emma help you pose your sweet, **** family. The first picture you had Nalini take was with your mother, who you picked back up by the hair, and Caitlin, propped up by Emma, their messy faces on either side of your cock. Just feeling them on either side of you, was already bringing you back to life, and you were tempted to do things you knew you probably shouldn't.

You next pushed them both face down, their bare asses high in the air and stood over their conquered bodies. While technically Caitlin was the only one properly conquered, your hesitance to the idea was gone. Your mother didn't work often, but looking down at her round, plump and plush ass, you made a mental note to keep an ear out for when she did. Maybe she'd have a yard sale, or maybe you could pay her for something else...

Now that was an idea, could you just pay women to be freeuse sluts? Like prostitution, but with manual labour added in....

You had to put a pin in that thought for now, wasn't much you could do with it at the moment, but it was in the back of your mind as you continued your photo session. With your mother and sister as limp, fucked **** dolls, you propped and posed them in various submissive, humiliating poses, making extra sure to really feel them up throughout the process. Even out cold Caitlin's ass was multitudes tighter than your mothers, but the softness of your mother's cheeks just made you want to slide between them and get a buttjob. With her in the state she was in you were sorely tempted, but had to remind yourself, multiple times, that there were still lines you shouldn't cross... especially with witnesses.

In an attempt to lessen your temptations you switched places with Nalini so the girls could lick and suck on your family for you, something Emma was all too excited to do. Nalini just seemed relieved to not be holding Caitlin's phone anymore.

You had to end the photo session there though. The more you took the more you wanted to do, and not just as a photographer. After you ordered Emma and Nalini to suck on one of your mother's breasts each, you had to stop yourself from joining in. Making sure to text yourself the relatively short sessions worth of photo's you were left painfully hard with only Nalini and Emma to keep yourself company. Both your mother and sister had slept through the jostling around of posing them and while your mother and let out a moan, sounding almost annoyed, when Nalini and Emma sucked on her breasts, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to wake up. You weren't particularly interested in anything either of them would have to say after what you did to them anyways though....

Walking Nalini and Emma over to the dinner table you decided to give your family a chance to wake up on their own, while you had yourself a meal of now cold food while you had Nalini and Emma lick your cock clean. You managed to have your fill and even steal a 'doggy bag' of food in some tupperware to feed Nalini and Emma back home to save yourself some cash, by the time you finally heard sounds of stirring back in the living room,

"Holy fuck... whu happen...." Caitlin's groggy voice alerted you to the fact she was the first to be done with her little nap, but as she trailed off you could practically hear the cogs turning in her brain from the next room over before she shouted, "God fucking damnit John! This is fucking disgusting! You couldn't even clean me up?" She sounded annoyed.

And entitled....

After her shouting you heard your mother next,

"What's goin' on?" Your mother sounded equally hoarse, but was much quicker on the uptake, quickly joining your sister's grumbling, "Oh lord, I just cleaned up! Ugh my whole mouth tastes like... damnit!"

You stifled a laugh not wanting to alert them to your presence. You were right when you thought they'd be awful dinner conversation at present. With Nalini and Emma both slowly stimulating you the entire time however and now hearing them bitching about your cum - and the taste no less, you decided to give them one last present before sneaking out.

Getting both your girls on their feet, you had them stand to either side of you and jerk off your now spitshone shaft until you gave one last load over the food. It was hardly the same amount you'd left inside either of your family, but thanks to your wallets affects on you, it was a solid amount of gravy. Besides, it felt like a fitting end to the night as you quickly shuffled your little group towards the door.

All three of you being bottomless and lacking a car was a bit of an issue, but you quickly called over your shoulder,

"Mom, I'm borrowing your car to get home!"

"John? Wait - you-"

Slamming the door behind you, grinning ear to ear, you ushered your girls inside and headed back to your dorm.