Stop by mom first before heading out.

Candy and Mandy it is.

But you should probably do something about the situation with your crotch right now. Kinda covered in sticky fluids, if you forgot. And you're not in the mood for something like a shower in this world. Not right now at least, not when there's... other methods for cleaning. You could ask Cindy and/or Mindy for a quick cleaning service via mouth, but that would probably lead back into a loop of more full-blown sex. Fun idea if there weren't places to be.

There is, however, another person in the house right now...

Your sisters occupied with talking, you head downstairs to find your mom sitting on the couch, mindlessly toying with the remote as she's watching some daytime drama show you couldn't remember the name of, if your life depended on it. Only difference is some of the actresses are wearing sluttier clothing than you could imagine possible for television, same as your sisters. As you get closer though, you see your mom is... purring? And is that a wet spot on her pants?

Yep, right on her crotch. Not only that, but she's rubbing it a bit. Poor girl probably hasn't had any action in a while.

I know broadcasting content laws are a bit more lax these days, but I doubt the show is that titillating, you think to yourself. She was definitely riled up by the sights and sounds of the events upstairs.

Remembering that she just not only saw, but encouraged hardcore sex between her own son / daughters right in front of her eyes like it was the most normal thing that could happen, you find the last tiny bit of social norms still instilled in your brain fire off a quick note of embarrassment as your cheeks flush a little.

"Uh- mom?"

Your mother shoots up in her seat. Not out of embarrassment, just surprise more than anything.

"Hm? John?" She asks with her full attention on you.

It's about this time that her physical appearance sinks in. She's not "hot" in the sense that a young girl is hot, but she definitely isn't slacking either. No, she more so has a sort of mature aura around her. Reassuring and warm. Combined with her bubbly, happy attitude, anyone would feel safe in her arms. Her soft eyes are slanted slightly towards the outside, giving her a non-threatening look. She doesn't have many wrinkles at all, but the small ones she does have around her eyes betray a lifetime of smiling. Her hair is a deep brown that forms a single thick braid that rests over her shoulder and spills onto her bosom, aside from the short, thinner strips that hang on either side of her eyes, in front of her ears. Speaking of her chest, it seems bigger than you remember. Her sweater is loose, but it's certainly getting a workout being stretched taught over her boobs, which while they aren't perky (and probably never were), are quite large and hefty without sagging. You never learned bra sizes too well, but they look far more than a handful. If you were to grab one with both hands, you probably wouldn't be able to wrap your hands around and touch your fingers together. Finally, her hips also seem to be exaggerated more. "Child-bearing" are the only words to describe them. Her plump tummy in the middle bridges the gap between her upper and lower torso. Everyone puts on a bit of weight after having children, but after her oldest moved out and graduated from college, thus easing the load on the food budget, she's packing a few more pounds than normal. She's nowhere near overweight or flabby though, even though she's a bit shorter than you.

In her younger years she would've driven the boys crazy, and now she might pass for one of those "fertility goddess" depictions from olden times.

Wait. Was she this attractive back in the old world? You can't seem to recall. Figures there wouldn't be any ugly, or even just plain average-looking women in a sex fantasy world. Thanks, Charles.

Ah fuck. Charles. The rules. You did say only women 18-30 were free use, hence the skimpy wear to denote their age from far away. And your mother is clearly wearing pants, the ones with a wet spot in the middle. Ya know, since she's 44 years old.

But that was just for free use, right? You can't just walk up to a woman above 30 and fuck them... but what if they want to have sex anyways? Are they all off the table for good? And if your sisters were that horny when they only ever loved you like a brother before this, it's probably a safe assumption that everyone has their libido setting turned up in this reality. So... do you just ask? You figure if she says "No", then it's not just because of the whole **** thing.

"John? Helloooooooo? Maybe your brain needs some time to catch up with that little guy of yours."

Oh yeah, you're standing in front of your mom in dead silence. Fuck it, if you're wrong then Charles will probably just smite you down like an angry God. Or something. Now or never.