Try, try again.

Emilia was delighted. Danny had been much more attentive since she'd given him a little something that morning. Much more touchy-feely. The local pharmacists had been only too happy to help her with her wayward son.

Later that day she called Danny into the laundry once again. The moment he walked in his mother was already 'stuck' - in the washing machine this time. She was about to ask him for help when she squeaked. Danny had enveloped both globes of her ass with firm hands.

"Thank you, sweetie! As you can see I've gotten myself stuck again, silly me.... You know what to do."

Indeed Danny did. He dug into the material of her tights and ripped a hole in them, exposing her fair skin to the outside air. Then he spread her cheeks and crawled forwards. Emilia felt something prodding against her entrance but it couldn't have been Danny. She'd seen him before and he wasn't that big. Nevertheless she braced herself. It was dry, whatever it was.

"Honey, there's some lube on top of the machine. Can you grab it?"

She didn't hear a response.

"I, uh... Had it ready in case we needed it. To get me out. In case I got stuck again."

A laugh bellowed out from behind her.

"Don't play dumb, mum," Danny chortled.

The sound of a cap being popped. Then Emilia felt something cool pour onto her skin. She couldn't see it, but her ass was soon glistening as bright as the washing machine's steel drum.

"I know you want me to fuck you. How obvious can you be?"

A hand rubbed the liquid between her cheeks. It grazed against her pussy lips. Then the sound of something being oiled up.

"You really want this dick inside you? Then take it."

Emilia yelped as her son plunged his cock deep inside her. Her yell echoed out from her metal 'prison', into the laundry, and through the rest of the house. Somewhere Will gave his bro a silent thumbs up.

Danny laughed as he railed his mother's pussy. "I can't believe you're such a slut that you move your own family to an Oedipal Zone just so your son can fuck you. Have you no shame?"

Danny slapped Emilia's ass, reached into the washing machine, and tugged on her hair. "Well?"

"You're right! I'm a slut! I couldn't wait for you to fuck me. My own son. I really... needed... this... Aaah!" Emilia came around her son's cock, still pistoning into her without mercy.

She gasped, "Honey, I just came. I don't know how much of this I can take. It's been a while..."

Danny grunted. "You wanted this. You're going to take as much as I can give you!"

Grace and Will snuck over to the laundry room door. They didn't need to be very stealthy. The sounds of their footsteps were easily overpowered by the steady thudding coming from inside. They peered in.

Danny was still going, now shirtless, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Beneath him was the prone form of their mother. Emilia's ass was caked in semen. From what little they could see, when Danny reared back for another thrust, both her holes had been thoroughly used. Emilia's ass and pussy had been stuffed full of cum. When one hole wasn't being used, the other one leaked a steady stream in time with Danny's thrusts.

Danny looked up at his younger siblings. "Hey guys," he moaned. "I finally broke mum in... I feel so much better now. Hey, Will, you're looking pretty tense yourself... Grace, get your hand out of your pants and bend over for my little brother."

Grace quickly followed Danny's order and arched up against the closest wall. Will shucked off his shorts, clapped his hands, and stroked himself to hardness. At long last, everything and everyone was starting to come together.