Morning Report

I've never been one to dream, or at least not one to remember my dreams. I've always wondered if that was a good or bad thing. After last night however, I think it is a very good thing. I had no reservations about acquiescing to my mother's request. It was obvious she was conflicted about asking, but I get that she felt she had to. Some might have thought her worrying about being made to cut ties with my sisters and I was hyperbolic, but no one in my family would have thought so. We lost contact with my mom's sister for almost 15 years when her boyfriend got jealous of the time she spent with my mom. Finally my grandfather tracked them down, and told my Aunt Barb to cut the shit out. According to rumors, he also beat the holy hell out of the boyfriend. Barb came back to us, and we never mentioned her boyfriend again.

When I went to sleep, I was a bit anxious that tonight would have been the night that my brain got hyperactive during R.E.M. cycles. There was a lot on my mind, and I really didn't want to find out what sort of Oedipal visions would visit me. So I was greatly relieved to wake up early Friday morning, refreshed, energized and having my dick sucked. Even without looking I could tell that it was Farah. Something about her technique is unique, it stands out compared to all other blow jobs I've ever gotten. Maybe it's the combination of how she swirls her tongue around, or just the way she's constantly humming. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I knew it was her. Plus... I hadn't told my mom she could suck my dick this morning. We were still figuring out how this new dynamic of our relationship, but I got the feeling that I'd be doing most of the decision making.

"Good morning Farah. Have I told you lately that I love your version of a wake up call?"

"Hmmm," Farah hums, pretending for a moment that she didn't already know the answer, "Only every morning since we pushed our beds together. Pretty sneaky John. You have me put off adding our first harem member so that we can visit your family. Then, on our first night here, you add your mother to the club."

All I can do is shake my head at that. I don't know how Farah's learned how to goad me so effectively so fast, but she's a pro at it.

"I know it's a bit early, but I thought you'd want to be up on time," my dusky girlfriend/harem leader said, pulling herself off my dick, while keeping her hand luxuriously pumping up and down the shaft.

Craning my neck to check the clock, I was surprised to see it was just shy of 7 AM.

"You do know that we're on vacation right? No 8 AM lectures to get to."

"True, but I thought you might want to see your sisters off, on their last day of school, and the last day before they turn 18," she responds, before adding, "And you know... to see if you're mom's having any second thoughts about her request. You should have seen her washing her face this morning. Your cum was really caked on there, it took her a while."

Oh fuck, that's right! I had told my mom before she went to bed that she wasn't allowed to wash her face she woke up this morning.. When we put her to bed, her face was absolutely coated in my jizz. Taking a look at her pillow case, it looked surprisingly clean, she must not have rolled around in her sleep at all. Just the thought of her doing her best, even while asleep to follow my "commands" was enough to set me off.

"Farah! Here it comes! Swallow it!" I yelled as I emptied my first load of the day into her mouth, "Let's get dressed and head downstairs. I want to make sure I say good by to Gwen and Beth.."

With her mouth otherwise preoccupied, I took her wink as agreement. While she was being careful not to not miss a drop, she did seem to keep it in her mouth a bite, to "savor the flavor," as she had put it in the past. I helped her get dressed, and we headed downstairs. The girls were at the breakfast table, doing some last minute studying before their final exams. My mom was at the stove cooking up some breakfast. "Good morning ladies!" I cheerfully greeted them!

"John! What are you doing up?" Gwen asked, "Normally you're out cold until at least 10 your first day back."

"Oh, Farah and I wanted to see you two off, and wish you good luck on your exams."

"Uhh...thanks. But..." Beth started.

"But what kiddo?"

"Neither of us are all that worried about the exams... we're worried about..."

"Your birthday," I finished for them. Neither of them were ready to accept the fact that their whole outlook on sex, love, and lust were very likely going to change tomorrow, "I know it's gotta be weird for you two. Look, when you come home today, Farah and I will talk with you about our friends in college. Farah's part of the international program at school, and we're friends with a lot of girls from all over. It'll be an adjustment, but I don't think you have anything to worry about." Farah nodded in agreement, though her silence was a bit confusing for the girls.

"Good morning mom. How'd you sleep last night?" The twins missed it, but there was a delightful shiver that ran up my mother's spine at that question.

"I had the best night sleep I've had in a while. Must have something to do with having my baby boy back in my house." She recovered nicely.

I leaned in to kiss her check, "Good girl, you listened very well to my command. Farah told me you kept my entire load on your face all night, and didn't wash it off until the last moment possible. Now remember, you're not allowed to cum until you the girls are on their way to school."

As I made for the table, Farah caught my wink and nod at my mom. She and I should play charades some time, because she acted on my clue immediately.

Wrapping my mom in a big hug, with only moderately wandering hands she purred into her ear, "Good morning Stacy! It smells delicious, what are you cooking?"

Weak-kneed, my mom had to grab the counter edge to avoid falling down. **** by the question to swallow, she took a moment to savor the taste. "Uhhh....just some bacon and eggs. There's enough for you two."

"That sounds great!"

While I served Farah and myself, my mom plated the girls. Neither of them noticed that she didn't eat anything herself. Though, Farah and I did. The next twenty minutes were mostly a normal breakfast scene. I say mostly, because as we sat on either side of my mom, and after last night, just having us that close to her was causing shivers to run up and down her spine. The twins were oblivious to their mother's shaky breath and flushed cheeks as they packed up their bags and headed for the door.

"Hold up girls! I've got to say goodbye on this big day! Good luck on the exams! I know you two will do great!" Farah and I joined in, cheering from the table.

The instant the door closed, my mom looked back at Farah and I, with a wild **** look in her eyes. Simply nodding as I continued to eat breakfast, she fell to the floor, one hand snaking into her sweatpants, the other roughly kneading her large breast and tweaking her nipples. Her orgasm came fast and it came hard, leaving her as a panting mess, propped up against our front door.

When she finally the wherewithal to stand, she stumbled over to the stove, plated herself some breakfast and took a seat at the table, "Well, it would seem I asked the right guy, huh?"