Always

I shifted downwards slightly to align my cock with her hairless pussy. As I touched the head to her entrance she opened her legs wider, displaying thighs splattered with my dried cum from the night before. Even asleep, her body knew what to do. I lined myself up and drove deep inside. Her cunt, always wet and ready, eagerly swallowed my cock to the hilt. I started pumping in and out, trying to cum quickly. Some mornings I make an effort to get her off too, she is my mom after all, and I love her, but today was all business. She moaned lightly in her sleep regardless, her bimbo brain programmed to enjoy cock contact of any kind.

I pushed myself up, away from her titanic tits, to look down at my bimbo mom as I fucked her. Everything about her was perfect, plastic and fake. Her skin was smooth and had a permanent hideously fake tan. Her lips were swollen, **** into a pout, true cock-pillows, covered in a hot pink lipstick. The lipstick, along with the copious eye makeup, was a recent addition, newly developed tech that would smear and streak beautifully but could never be truly removed. Wash her face and the smears would go but the base would remain, ready to be ruined again. She had received a whole lot of skullfucks the day I had that installed.

Her hair was forever bleached blonde, displaying dark roots, and long, reaching her ass when she stood up. Her tits though were her crowning glory. An absurd size, they were almost as big as her head. They were obviously fake, standing proudly out from her chest, thrusting her constantly hard nipples forward. They were the first thing I had installed after dad died. See, I’d always fucked my mom, as is a son’s right, but dad was pretty old fashioned and refused to have her modded. No matter how much I pleaded, he never agreed to even a little breast increase. He never even got her the permanent body-hair removal treatment, forcing her to shave her pussy manually! My dad was a great guy, but a little weird when it came to women.

A couple of years ago, he got sick and died. It was pretty sudden and we were all really shaken up by it. Especially me, as I was now the man of the house and therefore responsible for my mom and my little sister, Celia. I think the grief made me a little crazy, and my mom had her new knockers installed that same week. After many titfucks, she started to complain about the weight of them straining her back, so I took her back to the mod parlor for back strengthening. The guy there was very friendly, and offered me a full-bimbo package for pretty cheap. He even threw in the mental mods for free! After testing out one of the display bimbos I had eagerly agreed.

That evening, I fucked my new mom all over the house, in every hole she had. I filled her pussy in her bed, suckled her tits in mine, assfucked her while she was making dinner and had her suck me off while I ate. All the while she giggled and moaned, calling me ‘baby’ and promising to ‘make my boy feel happy’. It was quite a personality shift, and I had felt a twinge of regret. Never again would I see or speak to the woman who raised me, the woman who had always been there for me with a kind word or a hot cunt. Maybe dad had been onto something. Then again, I had thought as mom hungrily sucked down another thick load of my cum, the upgraded version had some definite perks.

That night I fucked her doggystyle over a sleeping Celia, our juices dripping onto the girl’s naked body. Mom even started to drool in pleasure, spit flowing down onto her daughter’s face. After I came in mom yet again I had felt the urge to piss, and pulled out in time to spray urine all over my little sister’s front. Mom joined in, squatting over the girl’s innocent looking face and letting go, drenching Celia with a mix of urine and my cum. Little sis was soon covered in piss, the sheets beneath her yellow and soaked. After me and mom had climbed off I looked down to see a happy smile on my sister’s sleeping face. The girl loved to be used as a toilet, and was completely used to being pissed on at any time. She had quickly become the family urinal. I tried to make her happy by using her whenever I could, only peeing on mom or some stranger if I was ****.

“Baby?”

Someone was speaking to me. I shook my head, brought out of my reminiscence. Damn. Mom’s bouncing tits had hypnotised me again. They always sent my thoughts off to memory lane. I looked up to meet my bimbo-mother’s vacuous gaze.