Awakenings

I jolted awake, morning light filtering through the curtains. I looked groggily around the room, forgetting where I was for a second and nearly falling off the bed. I was still riding high from last night’s sex marathon, and recalled that I split mom into two versions. But looking around, I only saw one woman on the bed with us.

As I searched for her teenage variant, my mother stirred beside me, stretching languidly before sitting up. The sheet slid down her body like water, the morning light bathing her in a soft glow, highlighting every curve of her mature, athletic body in turn as it unveiled her large, firm tits, then her washboard stomach, before settling around her waste, hiding just enough to tease with thoughts of what was barely concealed. She blinked sleepily at me as her legs tangled in the sheets, trying to fix her tousled hair, eyes heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

“Oh fuuuuck,” she commented with a yawn, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stretched, arching her back, presenting her ripe melons shamelessly to the world.

My father stirred as well, sitting up, his gaze going to his wife. “You look like you’ve been well taken care of,” Dad teased, nudging mom's shoulder playfully.

“It’s a small price to pay for being fucked so well,” she said with a laugh, rolling her eyes but not denying it. She leaned in and kissed him affectionately on the cheek, her voice soft but unmistakably sultry. "I can't believe the fucking you gave me last night. Both of me. That was... awesome," she added, affectionately running a hand across his chest.

"Speaking of, where did the other you go?" Dad asked, looking around. "And wasn't this bed bigger when we went to sleep?"

"I can't comment on the bed, but as for the other me, well, there's just one me now," mom said introspectively. "I remember watching you fuck me, and being fucked by you at the same time. I remember both of you fucking me while I watched and played with myself. I remember being younger and it feeling so good, but also being me. And I think I remember rolling over and back into myself in the middle of the night. It's all kind of confusing, but so hot. It's like I remember everything twice," she said, eyes wide with wonder.

"I think that's probably for the best," I commented. "Much as I would love to have even more of you around, an 18 year old suddenly appearing from nothing might have been weird."

"John, you have to use me like that again!" she added with an excited glint in her eyes. "I loved being your 18 year old 'little sister,'" she said, effecting a sexy pout. "Promise me you'll use me like that again sometime. Please, oh please my darling son, can I be your hot little sister slut again? Can my daddy fuck his hot 18 year old daughter again?" she added, wrapping dad in an affectionate hug as he looked on with amusement.

"Ok, fine," I said throwing up my hands. I couldn't say no to my mom. "It would be cool if you could transform back and forth between milf and teen slut whenever you want. Are you happy if I use you like that?" I asked, watching her face light up.

Mom closed her eyes, her breath steadying slightly as she concentrated, and she began to transform. It started with her face, her nose becoming slightly more delicate, cheekbones a bit more pronounced, lips curving a bit differently, her skin almost glowing with youthful vitality. Her body followed suit, getting just a touch shorter, her muscles softening but tightening up, her waist narrowing, her breasts slightly shrinking but rising and becoming more perky. Her lips parted slightly as she moaned softly, her voice changing, taking on an innocent teenage lilt in mid exclamation. "Hello again, big brother," she purred giving me a heady look, running a hand down her body, her movements fluid and graceful, her body now that of the 18-year-old version of herself. Her apple-sized boobs were pert and firm, her stomach flat and toned, her ass tight and round. "does daddy like?" she added over her shoulder, hugging his arm to her cleavage.

Then she concentrated again, and it all flowed the other way as she transformed back into her milf form. Her breasts grew larger, regaining their round, full shape as her hips widened slightly, muscles regaining tone, her body maturing in front of my eyes. Dad's arm went from resting between a couple of pert teen boobs to squished between a pair of large knockers. "Or would you rather have your milf mommy to fuck?" she asked sexily. "What say you, husband mine?" she added, arching against dad's arm. I was rock hard and I could easily tell dad was too, based on the tent he was making in the sheets.

"Hello?" Amy's voice called from downstairs, breaking us all out of our trance. "Where is everyone? Did anyone make breakfast? John and I need to head out soon."

"Shit!" I cried, jumping off the bed, running down the hall to my room I frantically threw on my clothes. Fortunately, I had everything all packed up before all of this started yesterday, having finished my homework Sunday instead of waiting to do it on the Monday holiday, and doubly fortunately, I was perfectly clean even after a night of intense fucking.

I rushed into the kitchen to find Amy having grabbed some cereal. She gave me the stinkeye, then rolled her eyes when mom followed close behind me, trying to close a robe that would have barely covered her even if tied properly. My sister looked like she was about to make fun of me for staying up all night fucking mom, but then her eyes widened as dad arrived and she got her first extremely good look at his new body, clad only in boxers which were stretched to capacity by his new man meat. He was trying to get his arms into his robe, but was finding the sleeves too small for his now muscular arms.

"You're a beast in bed, dear," Mom casually said to dad, affectionately running her hand up his muscular arm as she passed him a bowl. "I can't believe how many times you made me cum on your huge dick. You did good too, John," she added as an aside. I didn't mind being second fiddle.

"Don't act like you had no part in it," Dad shot back with a grin. "You rode me and John until we all passed out, you slut. Twice over!"

"I do not need to hear about my parents' sex life!" Amy cut in, cringing dramatically and hands mock-covering her ears. I almost laughed out loud at how ridiculous it was for her to say that after she had watched me fucking mom on the couch just yesterday. I couldn't believe it hadn't even been a day.

Our parents laughed, but lowered their voices till we couldn't hear them, though it was obvious what they were still talking about. I dove into my own cereal, my eyes wandered to my sister, taking in how the tank top she wore clung to her now massive chest, casually displaying unadulterated cleavage, nipples hard and poking against the thin fabric. I couldn't help notice that Amy's gaze seemed to be locked on dad, surreptitiously wandering up and down his toned form, as he had just throw the robe over his chair and was sitting there nearly naked as he ate distractedly. Mom had pulled her chair right up to his and continued to take every opportunity to rub up against him while doing her best to sexily play with her food, which contributed to a very large erection being visible in his boxers.

“You okay?” I asked Amy, my voice casual.

“I'm fine,” she muttered, pointedly digging into her food, not looking toward our flirting parents and trying to pretend she hadn't been hungrily looking at our father's new body.

“Do you want to fuck Dad?” I asked her in a whisper, leaning in close, so only she could hear.

“No! I do not want to fuck dad!” she shot back loudly, her face flushing bright red. Dad raised an eyebrow at the outburst, but didn't seem perturbed at the implication.

“No fighting at the table," Mom admonished. "Amy, it's ok if you want to fuck your father. He a Dilf, it comes with the territory," she added in a motherly tone. Then her body flowed like water, her robe shifting into a thin, transparent nighty that showed off the youthened curves, small waist and pert breasts of her teenage form. "Daddy fucked this daughter long and hard all night, and I loved it. I'm sure my big sister would love having daddy's long hard dick inside her too," she said in a sing-song voice, moving to sit on dad's lap while posing to emphasize her smaller size contrasting his muscled bulk.

Amy’s blush deepened, embarrassed by how our mother was acting but not caring that she had just watched her get nearly a decade younger in seconds. "So what are you guys doing today," she hurriedly spat out, her gaze locking back onto her food as she desperately tried to change the subject.

"Well, your mother and I need to stop by the DMV before I head to work," Dad said, idly running his hands over mom's 18 year old form. "Update licenses and stuff."

"Isn't that gonna be a problem?" I asked. "I mean, neither of you look like you do on your licenses. Won't they wonder if you are who you say you are?"

"This is how you are using us," mom said, getting off dad's lap, growing more mature as she did so, her nighty shifting back into a robe. She adjusted it so it was loose around her waist, letting the fabric hang off her curves as she sat back in her own chair. "I'm sure there won't be any issues once we them know that."

I goggled a bit at the thought of them going into the DMV and telling the clerk they needed to update their licenses because their son was using them for sex.

“We need to get going,” Amy declared loudly as she finished her very much face-to-the-plate breakfast. “And if you want a ride with me, you’d better hurry,” she added to me, turning to leave and trying not to let me see her take one more long look at dad.

I quickly inhaled the remains of my breakfast, not wanting to miss my ride. We were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere suburbia, and I didn't want to have to call an Uber that would cost as much as a textbook. “See you later, dad. Love you, mom,” I said, giving her a thorough grope and pinching her nipples on the way past.

Mom yelped and laughed softly, swatting me away playfully. “Get going, before your sister leaves without you.”

"So what should I do for clothes?" I heard dad ask her as I left. "These are the only things that just barely fit," he added, no doubt gesturing at his far too small boxers.

"Hey dad, your clothes should all fit perfectly and show off your body for mom to enjoy," I threw out as I headed to the door. If he said anything in response, I missed it.

The engine of our parents old car hummed softly as we pulled out of the driveway, the morning sun casting a warm glow through the windshield, Amy being moodily silent as we set out for the college we both attended, me as a sophomore and her as a senior.

“Be honest, sis,” I said, my voice low and teasing, “you know you want to fuck Dad. Just admit it.” Ever since I had spotted her checking him out at breakfast, I couldn't get the thought of my own personal daddy-daughter porn out of my head.

“Stop it, John” she said in an annoyed tone, shooting me a glare, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel. She was sitting quite a bit further back than she had the last time she drove in order to keep her massive tits off the wheel, but gave no sign that this was unusual for her

"Don't be like that. I had to help dad out. Mom would have fucked him into a heart attack if I hadn't used him. She's a milf, he's a dilf; it just made sense. His daughter wanting to fuck him is literally in the title." I pressed on. I added, seeing her trying and failing to ignore me. "Come on, admit it. His new body is insane, even I can admit that, and last night? He fucked Mom a dozen times in a row in a dozen positions. I'm sure you’d love it too.”

“I said stop,” she shot back, her voice sharp with frustration but her tone wavering, face flushed red. She stayed stubborn focused on driving, but she was wriggling sexily in the driver's seat, her skirt riding up and her hard nipples poking against the thin fabric of her tank top.

“I can tell that you like the idea. You can't really hide it," I added, as she let me lightly flick one of her hard nipples. "Does it make you hot, thinking about dad? I can see you doing the horny dance over there. I bet you need some relief before classes; we wouldn't want you to be too horny to concentrate. How about the car drive us to school on its own while you enjoy sitting on your brothers morning wood?" I proposed as if it were a perfectly reasonable suggestion, letting my hard dick out of my pants. I hoped this worked like I though it would; this old beater definitely didn't have self-driving.

She rolled her eyes but let go of the wheel, climbing gingerly over the shifter and onto my lap as the car continued smoothly down the road without missing a beat. Amy's short leather skirt was no impediment, and she pulled aside her panties with while the other bracing herself against the roof, guiding my dick to her entrance as she sat back against me. She sank down slowly, her breath hitching as she took me in. Her tight pussy clenched around my dick, massive tits bouncing gently in her tank top as she gently rode me, face flushed with desire, her lips slightly parted as she moaned softly.

“Oh god,” she moaned softly, as I reached around and cupped her massive tits. She was so tight, so wet; my only regret was that she could only move a little bit to avoid hitting her head on the roof.

“Fuck, Amy,” I groaned, my hips meeting hers thrust for thrust, the sound of her ass softly impacting me filling the car. “You feel amazing.”

“Shut up and fuck me, bro,” she panted, biting her lip and arching back into me, her breath coming in short gasps now. "You were so fucking determined to get me all worked up, you better make me fucking cum buckets."

I obliged, my hands roaming over her body as the car drove smoothly on, undeterred by our antics, the world scrolling past outside the window.

As we pulled into a parking spot, Amy screamed incoherently as she seized on me, cumming, and I grunted and shot inside her, my own release sending hers even higher. The car came to a smooth stop, and Amy collapsed against me, her massive breasts rising and falling, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Don’t you dare tell Dad,” she muttered, her cheeks flushed as she got out of the car, adjusting her clothes. She leaned over to the drivers side, in the process pressing her hanging tits around my upthrust dick, grabbing the key and her bag. "Be back here at 4," she told me over her should as she headed for class, leaving me to tuck my own dick back into my pants.