Keeping it -in- the family

Jennifer was clearly going to need a moment, twitching absently in the cum sink he’d sat her in.

My cum smells and tastes delicious. He thought and like that, she slowly was lapping at her covered lips happily.

“Yeah, when you are done here. Tell them to come over.”, John said with a new found confidence of the dicked down quivering mess conquest of his Sister. Today’s conquest had only just begun.

She barely eked out a nod in confirmation.

John went back to his room. Still reeling back the past 10 minutes. He’d found out he could change himself and others. He could make himself huge. He could and did fuck down his sister. Not once, but twice. The thought caused a twitch from his mammoth tool.

And now his sister’s friends were coming over, for him. He wanted to make sure he was ready.

Standing there in front of his mirror again.

I want to look hot. I want girls legs to go weak when they see me. Whoever I fuck can always take the size of my dick. Oh, I want big balls to cum all over them.

The feeling warmed through him. His first changes took hold, as his face shifted slightly, becoming classically attractive. Then they kept their shifting pushing to otherworldly. Then the warmth traveled lower and soon he felt his sack pushing back against his legs as they fought for space, inflating. He groaned as he absently started pumping at his engorged tool, feeling the weight of the sloshing beneath him more clearly now.

A squeak came from behind him, he’d left the door open. The squeak turned moan, as he turned around to see. His mother, Anne was standing just passed the door. Her hips aggressively swayed against each other as she looked over his naked glory. Her hand had already having fallen beneath the band of her sweatpants and attacked her growing damp.

Anne was in her mid 50’s, her blonde hair now a bit more platinum. She certainly was not the athlete she was in her youth, having the two kids had taken their toll on her. Large D cup breasts, having already tented their arousal.

Slowly he walked closer, still pumping the now reinvigorate organ. Her eyes finding it hard to look up to his gaze, giving the lightest flutter as she saw him truly. As is if on command, her hands latched onto the door frame as her legs gave out underneath her.

“It’s alright that you two fuck, its cute, but can you close the door…”, she tried to say, becoming harder as her breath began to catch. The musk of the beautiful creature surging closer, fought hard against her senses. She slowly tried to pull the door closed.

Johns meaty hand the door in place, pulling it open. His mother still was holding onto the door and was pulled with it. Finding her feet she stood, hitting her head on something hard. Grabbing onto what she could, she pulled herself up holding his legs. When she finally was face to face with his throbbing member, John was still pumping. It leaked pre at her hot breath with each stroke.

Anne has got her 20 year body again. And she loves my dick and had no problem sucking it. He thought, pushing his leaking member closer to his stunned mother.

He didn’t have to wait long to see if it worked. She latched voraciously onto his head. A mix of sucking and tongue twisting to took him deeply. Groaning as the warmth enveloped his member, his hand found the back of her head. Now a luscious golden blonde. Looking down to the familiar but youthful face distended on his organ, made him shudder. She filled out and firmed up, the years had fallen away. Her skin, her muscles, *all* of her tight. Her humming moan vibrated along his shaft through him, it was overpowering.

She moved herself, her throat now being pushed further than ever possible. His wish that they were always big enough seem to work for face fucking too! The head pulsed as it was clearly seen bulging down her throat. Even his angry veins of his throbbing want could even be seen dancing in her neck. Her moans shook his whole length down her throat.

It was all too much and the wave was surely approaching. He groaned deeply as the feeling built upon itself. From the vibrating hand in her pants, he could tell she was well at work. He released on a deep stroke, his surging rod pushing her mouth out further. Now both hands held her head latched onto his draining rod. It pumped and pumped, filling her stomach quickly. Trying to breath, her face’s strain only caused him to push just that much further. Her eyes rolling back as a warm snake rut deeper in her.

The churning beneath him rumbled through him. He pulled her from his still erupting manhood. The slurping and sputtering, his cum filling the difference as he pulled back. Once they’d finally pulled the head from her pathetic looking face with a pop. Coughing and desperately trying to swallow in air or cum or both? He tried to set her back down, but her muscle failed her. Collapsing into the growing pool of his spunk. A few more thick cupfuls of his seed spattered over her chest and face. Her hand had stopped its fingering at some point, but she was breathing.

God she was hot now, now glistening in white. Her taut little muscle danced and convulsed carelessly.

Hnngh, ok dicking down the whole family this morning. He thought to himself. Looking down passed his still leaking tool as it slowly deflated. It obscured the weakly moving, now young, body of his mother. Still clearly in the heat of yet another climax or the same one…

When those chicks showing up? His dick twitching at the thought.