If at first you don't succeed...

Later that evening, Danny's mother Emilia was doing the laundry when she had a devilish idea. She called her son over and asked him to hold the dryer steady while she reached in to fix a problem. It was a front-loader, so she had to get down on her knees and thread her head and arms into the machine.

Danny waited. He heard a few tapping sounds coming from the inside of the dryer but not much else. Then suddenly Emilia yelped.

"Ah! Danny! I can't get out. Help! I think I'm stuck."

Danny's eyes widened. "What do I do, mum?"

"Grab my legs and pull!"

Danny crouched down behind his mother. She was wearing a pair of tight yoga pants, which clung to her sizeable ass. Danny reached out and paused. He felt a pressure in his groin. It was then he realised his hands were hovering over Emilia's gropeable buttcheeks. Meanwhile, inside the tumble dryer, Emilia smirked at the image of her son being reflected in the steel walls. She could see him biting his lip as he fantasised about kneading her ass.

Then Emilia frowned. Danny had pulled back from his fantasy, and her ass, and had moved to tug at her thighs instead. She rolled her eyes and started to back up.

"Ooh, I think you got it, dear," she said, trying to hide her disappointment. She thanked her son. His face was red, and there was a bulge in his pants, but all he could say was, "No problem." Then he hurried away to the comfort of his room. He planned on calming himself down there instead.

Emilia furrowed her brow and tapped one finger against the side of her head. She thought, "Surely there must be some way to get him out of his shell. I can't have my son not fucking his mother and sister - not in an OZ..." She pondered a while. Then finally her smile returned to her face.

It was the morning after. The family was sitting at the breakfast table once again. Everyone except for Emilia, who was at the kitchen bench, pouring some juice into a glass. She peered out the corner of her eye at her children. They were happily chatting to each other. Grace had a hand on Danny's knee and was slowly creeping it up only for Danny to push it down again. Emilia sighed. She pulled out a capsule, tweezed it open, and poured the powder inside into the glass. Then she stirred it and sashayed back to the breakfast table.

"Drink up, hun!" Emilia smiled that same smile from the night before as she placed the juice in front of Danny. "A special drink for my special man."

Danny was distracted by his sister's continuing attempts to paw at him. He thanked his mother for the drink and sculled it. Danny looked at Emilia who was still standing over him, peering down.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

"Of course," said Emilia. She reclined into her chair and relaxed.

So did Danny. All of a sudden he felt very, very relaxed. Soothed, even. He looked down at Grace's hand, trying once more to move up his thigh. Only this time he didn't stop her. His sister looked at him in surprise and he smiled back. His brother Will raised an eyebrow in appreciation. Soon Grace was openly kneading Danny's groin at the breakfast table. Danny leaned back and exhaled. He felt happier in that moment than any time since they'd moved to the OZ.

Emilia mentally patted herself on the back and got up to do the dishes. She heard Danny thank his sister and then the scrape of a chair being pulled out. Suddenly Emilia jolted and dropped the dish she'd been scrubbing into the sink. A pair of needy arms had wrapped themselves around her waist. A pair of hands clung to her full breasts and massaged them. She turned her head and saw Danny's face. He looked blissed out, eyes half-lidded.

"Oh, Danny, you - you scared me," she cooed.

"You look really beautiful today," he replied. Danny's fingers curled around Emilia's nipples and tweaked. His mother shuddered in his embrace.