Fuck...

"Fuck..."

"What's that sweetie?"

"Will you... fuck me?" you said, almost imperceptibly, as your mother struggled to hear. Her eyes shot up almost immediately as she realized what you were asking her. Tears formed as she embraced you, making out with you in a most-unmotherly fashion as you squirmed a little from her embrace, but felt her large breasts pressed into you perhaps a little too keenly.

"Let me go tell your father!" she said, as she raced out of your room with no time for you to stop her. Oh, brother...

Before you could even slide off the bed, your father, mother, and sister all squeezed into your bedroom, as you looked on in horror.

"It's about time, son," said your father, as he looked towards you in pride.

"I never thought I'd see the day," responded Caitlin, even though you had willingly fucked her yesterday and she may have gotten the ball rolling on your newfound appreciation for sex.

But your mother pushed away from the crowd and began stripping down, taking off her shirt and pants before you even spotted it. "Take a picture, Warren!" she said, as her husband fumbled with his cell phone.

"This is so great," continued your mother, showering you with kisses as she pushed you down onto the bed. She removed your shirt, your boxers, and was overjoyed to see your familiar erection. You stared at her globes, letting Warren and Caitlin fade away as your mother jumped up to straddle you. As your cock was enveloped by your mother's cunt, Warren getting many pictures, you tried to exert some self-control over the interaction.

"Oh, God. Oh, fuck." Your mother sounded almost like she was faking it, but you were pretty sure she wasn't. She wanted to please you, to get you to ejaculate, and that had warped her mind in some way to believing that sex with you was a duty, a necessity, and the greatest thing ever. Just like a teenage boy gets off mere seconds into fucking his first time, your mother was getting off on the idea of saving you from ****. And the liquids, not your own, pouring onto your lap proved this.

It wasn't long before you were beginning to cum, as well. You sat up and sucked on her tits, not that there was anything in them, but the mere act both overstimulated both parties to this transaction and you flooded her insides as she flooded your outsides. Applause filled the room as you both finished the copulation.

Your mother laid next to you and smiled along with you after the completion. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie," she said, reaching into her pussy and fishing out some spunk that she licked off. "You're such a big boy, now." She grabbed your hand and attempted to get up. "Let's go take a shower!"

"No," you said, feeling a bit drained. "I'll take one in the morning."

She nodded, but loved you asserting yourself. She jumped up next to Warren and smiled at some of the shots he got, as the husband and wife left the room with the door opened.

You didn't care about your own nudity, for once, as Caitlin sat beside you. "So, mom, huh? Didn't think you had it in you?" she toyed with your cock a little, which you did not bother to stop this time. "Remember when you first got diagnosed and the nurse Rosa and I were giving handjobs to you for weeks until we talked you into letting mom give it a try?"

"Yeah."

"It was a lot easier convincing you to actually fuck her this time."

You sat up and grabbed your sister's breast, groping her as she smiled. "Alot has changed."

"Oh, has it, mister?" she coyly replied.

"You're going to sleep in here tonight."

"Okay then," she said, with a tinge to her voice. "I call left side." Her clothes were removed and tossed next to mom's as she returned to the bed and let you nestle in between her breasts. You fell asleep in her naked arms.

Several hours passed before you woke her up by fucking her. You came and fell asleep. When morning arrived, she led you into the shower, and you took the lead in soaping up her body. The inside of her vagina was the cleanest it had ever been. Her asshole, not so much, after you bent her over and engaged in a spirited round (your first) of anal sex with Caitlin.

Life was good, you thought, watching the mess flow down the drain.

"That was a fun ass-fuck!" you said, loudly, as you pinched your sister's covered ass as she raced you downstairs.

"Woah, hey, kids!" said your father, as Caitlin nearly ran into him going downstairs. He looked like he had been freshly fucked as well. The whole household had enjoyed several rounds of sex in the last ten or so hours. Caitlin, politely kissed her father, the two were always close, but her eyes betrayed her annoyance that she would have to leave what she considered paradise, for her job with the state police.

In the meantime, you raced around the two and into the kitchen, where your mother was wearing a robe and cooking some eggs. "Hey, mom," you said, almost sensually, as you wrapped your arms around her and started kissing her neck. A hand reached into her robe and began finger-fucking her open vagina.

"John?" She asked, before even seeing you. "You certainly have gotten a bit more sex positive than yesterday," she said, trying to ignore the finger fuck and set the eggs to the side. She turned around, freeing herself from your grip, as her robe flung open. She leered, "Do you want a quickie before school?" she asked.

But... no. "Actually," you said, calming yourself down. "There's a girl at school, I really want to fuck. And I'm going to fuck her in homeroom today," you finished, realizing that that will be about two and half hours after you last fucked Caitlin.

Your mother pouted, but agreed, quickly (albeit, incompletely), closing the robe back up and giving you an extra helping of eggs. "This will help your appetite, no doubt. Both of them." The eggs were devoured as you watched your mother collect the fresh laundry hamper and change to her work outfit. You two were closer than ever before, and she didn't mind your presence as she dressed.

Driving you to school, you had a bit of a restless leg syndrome as you fidgeted in preparation. Fucking your mother and sister in your own home was one thing, and something that was inevitable after they had been jerking you off for months. But fucking a classmate, really fucking them, in school, was something you had to psych yourself up for. It was daunting, but you felt necessary. You were a shy person, but you wanted to dominate, to make them realize your presence in a sexual manner. And, more importantly, you really wanted to fuck her.

As you walked into Miss Angela's homeroom, she smiled at you, her angelic, Angela smile. You knew you would fuck her eventually. But first thing's first: You turned to see some of your classmates, Kelly, Haley, and Hannah, and pointed at the object of your affectation.

"You," you said, to the one you wanted. "I need to fuck you now."