Wake up call

As I wake up, I stretch my body, getting all the cricks that come with a good nights sleep. And boy was it a good nights sleep.

Suddenly, I jolt up, as all of the events of yesterday flood into my head. From mom giving me a great wake up call, to fooling around with my sister {if Sis1Incest >0}Scarlett{elseif Sis2Incest > 0}Dana{elseif Sis3Incest > 0}Jessie{endif}. That did happen right? Because if those were dreams, as much as I'll treasure the images for the rest of my life, I would still be inconsolable. I jump from my bed so fast that I almost trip on my small carpet, and rush to my mirror. Staring back at me was a tall, tanned, handsome man. It was all true. Thank god it's all true.

Was it god I should be thanking? After all, that weird giant from the void gave me this power, not god... right? I mean, that could have been god. He was big enough. I guess, I haven't met any other gods, so maybe he's a bit big among his brethren. Or maybe it was the devil. That red eye was definitely devilish. And those sharp nails. Hey, I'm being judgmental here. Here comes this guy, who gives me the greatest gift anyone can be given, and here I am, judging him. Mom raised me better than that.

Speaking of mom, I look down, and see my boxers are pitched up. Much larger than usual, thanks again Voidman. Time to make some new rules.

"HEY MOM, CAN YOU COME HERE!" I yell out, knowing that my command from yesterday is still in effect, and she'll come running, no questions asked, and even a bit turned on that I told her what to do. Life truly is great.

"Hey baby, you called me?" my mom says, walking through the door, wearing only a matching set of panties and bra. She must have been getting dressed when I called her.

"I sure did mom. I just had some questions for you." I said, patting the spot beside me on my bed, indicating for her to sit down.

"First of all, I want to know, why did you let me fuck your asscheeks yesterday?" My moms face instantly morphed, giving a very confused face.

"Because you asked me to baby."

"That's right. Don't worry, it wasn't a trick question. My second question would be what kind of woman would let her son do that to her, and cover her in his cum, all in front of her husband?" Once again, my mom looked confused, as she didn't know what I was getting at. After all, according to my command, it was all normal.

"I'll tell you mom. A slut. That makes you a complete slut. Do you think dad would want a slut like you?" My moms face turned to worry, although I could see a faint hint of arousal from the way I was talking to her.

"But hey, no, don't worry mom. Because I don't mind. In fact, I like that you're a slut. I like that you do whatever I tell you to." She smiled at this, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

"I want to make you mine. I want to make you my mommy slut."

"That would be great baby," she said, her face turning from her beautiful smile, to filled with lust.

"But that means you have to take care of me," I said, looking down at my dick, making sure she understands what I'm referring to. "Every single morning, you're going to come into my room, and you're going to worship my cock. How does that sound?"

"So good baby," she said, sinking to her knees as she said it.

"Open your mouth." She opens her mouth, and starts pulling down my boxers, never once breaking eye contact with me. As my cock springs out of my boxers, all 9 inches, I grab the back of her head. I start pushing my cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmm" she moans, with her mouth wrapped around the head. She lifts her hands, and wraps them along the base of my shaft. She starts licking the underside of my head, making me feel great. The entire time, she's pumping the rest of my cock up and down. She is obviously practiced in this. However, this isn't enough.

"Alright my little mommy slut, time to swallow more of my cock." I said, pushing at the back of her head. She starts gagging after 3 inches, and taps on my leg. I pull back, and hear her moan.

"Baby, you're so big. It's gonna take a while for mommy to be able to take care of her big, strapping boy. Your father isn't even close to this big." Hearing her tell me that my cock was way bigger than my dad turned me on even more, and I grabbed the back of her head again.

"Good mommy sluts make sure to swallow as much of their sons cocks as they can." I started pushing her down, getting a bit further than before. I pulled back, and pushed in, getting in further. We followed this rhythm of me skullfucking her for 10 minutes, until she could finally fit 6 inches down her throat.

As I push my cock even further down her throat, I hear someone at my door.

"Kimmy, you in here?" I hear my father say, as he opens the door.

"Oh hey dad" I say, as he walks into the room. "Just felt like fucking my mommy sluts face. You know how it is being young, always waking up with a hard on," I said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He seemed to pause for a few seconds, in which all I could hear was the sound of slurping, gagging, and moaning, coming from moms mouth. It seemed like he felt something was off for a second, but quickly responded.

"Oh yeah, I remember those days. Not much changes as you grow up you know," he said, trying to crack a joke to break the unexplained awkwardness he was feeling from watching his son jam his cock into his wifes throat. "I just needed to ask your mother if she knew where I had left my keys, I can't seem to find them."

"Oh, sure, that's no problem," I responded. I pumped my dick into moms mouth a few more times, just to make sure I remember the feeling, and pulled out. It really felt strange (but incredibly hot) watching inch after inch come out as I pulled back. "Well mommy slut, you heard your husband. You know where his keys went to?" I asked, resting my balls on her chin, and my cock smearing a mixture of her saliva and my precum on her forehead.

"Fred, you know better than to interrupt me when I'm comforting my big boy. Look how heavy his balls are; he needs to blow his load in his mommy sluts throat, and here you are, barging in!" she yelled, with more motherly care than a woman should have when she could still taste the flavor of her sons cock.

"Well, there you have it, she doe- ohhh," I moan, feeling my moms tongue on my balls. "Boy, she sure is spirited, isn't she? Anyway, you heard your wife, she doesn't know where your keys are, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to fucking her face."

"Oh, well, just thought I'd ask. You get back to enjoying... your activity together..."

"Oh cmon dad, there's no need to get shy, I'm just having my way with my mothers throat. She feels really good wrapped around my dick." I say, watching his emotions processing, not understanding why he felt odd. He turns around and starts walking out of my room.