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As breakfast ends, you spend time helping to clean up, making sure that you have physical contact with all the females as they get ready to go about their day. A kiss on the cheek for Mama Melanie as she leaves for work, her slim body tantalizing and alluring in your arms. A quick, unobtrusive exploration of Lily's ass when she bends over to grab her backpack, deftly maneuvering your body to block your wandering hands from the rest of your family; two silent moans slip from your sister, one when you begin and one when you end. 'Accidentally' grabbing a handful of Violet's tits when she trips over your extended foot, and you apologize profusely but let your hand linger longer than necessary. An encouraging squeeze when Abby shyly approaches your father.

"Daddy," Abby says in her sweetest little girl voice. Your father turns to his youngest daughter and his voice catches in his throat, overwhelmed by her innocent yet sexy look; the combination of her kneesocks, schoolgirl's skirt, double pigtails and pornstar-sized boobs would make any man weak in the knees. She twists her body nervously, sending her tits in a hypnotic sweep across her body. "Would you mind giving me a ride to school today? I need to get in early to work on a group project."

Your dad clears his throat, his mouth dry. "Sure, Cupcake," he says. When he grabs his briefcase, you notice him make an adjustment to his pants and you smile inwardly. Looks like Abby's well on her way to accomplishing her task today. They leave, Abby walking through the doorway first and your father's eyes recording every movement.

You're left alone with your mother in the kitchen. As she works on the dishes, washing them in the sink, you grab a towel and set about drying them, taking every opportunity to brush against her. Every moment you spend with her compounds the lust she's been feeling since you entered the room for breakfast--not to mention the dream from last night--and she's pointedly not looking at you. Her hands begin to shake and she drops a plate, sending soapy water splashing everywhere, including all over her.

"Here, let me get that," you say nonchalantly. Without waiting for her approval, you use your towel to wipe the suds off her skin. She jolts when you move across her huge tits, the rough surface of the towel playing havoc with her already swollen buds, but she can't bring herself to raise an objection. Even through the towel, you can feel their plump softness. You end abruptly, pulling the towel away when no water remains, leaving your mom at a loss and unsteady.

A few minutes later, you finish with the chore. "Thanks for helping," Mama Tara says, "It always goes quicker with more hands."

"No problem," you reply and pull down your shorts. Your cock, which you've grown to its full, impressive size, bobs around freely in the open air. Although it's supposedly a normal sight in your house for family members to see each other naked, your mother's breath still catches in her throat as she stares at your pole. You can see her eyes wander from stem to stern, drinking in all of her son's prick and ultimately deciding she doesn't care whose cock it is. She likes what she sees and licks her lips appreciatively.

"Time for work," you say and, boxers in hand, you leave your mother standing in the kitchen panting after you and your seed shooter.

In the living room, you open your box of porn and pull out the next case on the pile, titled 'Paradise Beach.' On the cover are a quartet of nubile teen girls, each sporting a just a skimpy bikini bottom and a smile, with a picturesque shot of a blue-green ocean in the background. You place the disc in the player and get settled in for your review.

It turns out to be a softcore feature with the first girl, a lanky blonde with nice handful-sized tits, strutting around on the beach while wind and surf play around her. She's gorgeous but honestly, given the new reality you've created, you find the whole scene a bit lackluster even after she strips and gives the cameraman a perfect angle at her wide open holes. Even a week ago, you might have found enough in the performance to rub one out but everyone in your new family puts this girl to shame.

Your mom wanders in just as the blonde girl is finishing up her sultry posing. For a moment, she looks lost and she fiddles with some items on a nearby bookshelf even though there's nothing wrong with them. Sneaking glances steal your way, noting your cock at less than half mast, as she continues moving about the room, fidgeting a lot but accomplishing nothing. A new scene starts, with a young brunette taking over for the blonde, with big perky tits and a tight body that looks like a yoga instructor's. As the new girl cups her breasts and throws passionate looks at the camera, your mom gives up her pretense and takes a seat to watch the porno with you.

Her eyes are glued to the screen, equal parts hungry and wistful. The actress wiggles her ass in time with the music, writhing her whole body in order to show off her youthful aspects to perfection. Your mother gives a deep sigh. "I used to look like that," she says quietly.

You turn your head to stare at your mother. "Are you kidding?" you splutter. "You're ten times hotter than that girl, Mom!" It's the truth, too. The girl is a knockout, but so is your mother and given your choice, you'd pick your mother every single time.

Your mom waves a hand in protest, obviously not believing you. "That sweet, honey, but you're just saying that because I'm your mother. I couldn't keep up with a girl like that."

You pause the movie, the girl's backside pointed at the camera. Leaving the couch, you approach your mother and hold up a fist. You lift up a finger. "First, your face is so beautiful that sometimes it's too painful to look at for long, with your perfect skin, captivating eyes and playful lips." You continue to raise fingers as you praise your mother's attributes. "Second, you have the best tits in the family, the perfect combination of size and firmness. I don't know how dad or Mama Melanie can keep their hands off them. Third, your pert ass will draw the attention of anybody who isn't already staring at your rack. Fourth, your body is the whole package, lush curves and trim muscles carried with a maturity and confidence a slut like that actress can only hope to match in her dreams. And last, look down. This is all because of you."

Your mom, whose face has flushed a deeper red with each word, follows your direction and gasps. Your cock, which had been uninspired by the girls on the video, is reaching for the sky, skin pulled tight along your shaft and pulsing with desire. She's been around you for a long period of time and you see the barrier in her mind, separating her son and appropriate sexual desires begin to crumble. She mounts on final defense. "For me?" she asks weakly. "You don't mean that. I'm your mother. You can't have that huge"--a deep swallow--"erection because of me."

Slowly and deliberately, you bring your hand to your shaft and begin stroking it, piercing your mother with an uninhibited, carnal stare that leaves no further questions regarding the object of your desire. She bites her lip, fighting the rising passion in her loins. A drip of precum is squeezed free and, at its appearance, the tip of your mother's tongue peeks out of her mouth and her nostrils flare. Goosebumps erupt on her exposed flesh and her thighs spread minutely as she is enraptured by her son's swollen member.

But watching isn't all she's going to do.

You pull your hand from your shaft, leaving it wide open and uncovered. Placing your hands behind your back, you take a step forward, positioning yourself directly in front of her chair. The tip of your penis is inches away from her, hovering, waiting. Your eyes meet, wordless desires spinning between you as you await your mother's decision--keep your normal relationship as mother and son, or give in to the wanton, incestuous feelings that have been plaguing her recently.

In the end, it only takes her five seconds to abandon her morals and wrap both of her hands around your cock, moaning with lust and erotic joy.

"Oh, God, it's so large!" she cries, tugging and pulling it like a whore. Even double-fisting it, a good couple of inches sticks out from her fingers. "So warm in my hands! I can't believe I'm doing this, but I want it so bad! I want to make my son cum, please cum for Mommy! Give me your seed, right here on my big breasts!"

Her plea makes your balls ache. Gone is the woman who raised you, replaced by a slut who wants nothing more than to coax loads of semen from her own son's cock, to cover herself with his sticky goo. And you have no reason to disappoint her.

"Get ready," you tell her. "You're about to get your wish!"

Leaving one hand to continue her hand job, your mom wraps her other arm beneath her mammoth boobs, lifting them into a perfect target for your target practice. A thick rope rockets onto her slopes, quickly followed by five or six more, each one finding the soft flesh of your mother's rack with ease. The dollops slide down her curves, leave messy trails behind as gravity pulls them lower. Your mom moans with each spray, desperately hoping that they would never end.

Finally, breathless, you look down on your mother, covered in your cum. Your cock is still hard and from her unfazed expression, she wants more too. Time for phase two.