Running it back with Mom

John tries to regather his sanity as his sister, Sarah, removes her tiny frame from beneath the relentless spray of the showerhead. The room is built like one giant bath with tiled floors and a central drain. All Sarah has to do is take a few steps to her side out from under the shower so that she can begin hand-patting herself dry by the vanity.

Even though the shower did get larger with the reality edit, it was still a bit cramped with three people. But with Sarah gone, Mom is able to move into the new space, causing her body to subtly ease off of mine.

Just as quickly as the strange event began, the two women began to put it behind them.

Sarah grabs a towel and begins drying her heavy breasts, whose weight quite literally pull her dainty posture forward. The sacks of meat are so large that she practically has to knead the gelatinous masses together in order to wring them dry. My eyes follow their hypnotic movement as she presses and squeezes her cleavage apart..

“Nice tits, sis,” John call out, remembering his privilege.

“Aw, you’re just saying that,” Sarah says with a smile as she wipes a bead of water from her cheek.

Despite being a bratty little sister, Sarah always appreciates any love her body gets. She drapes her towels aside to give John a wider view of her bare titties. Her chest subtly wiggles, allowing her tits to jiggle seductively.

Hunching forward, she begins to wipe away the thick wads of cum and water that roll out past her pussy and down her thigh. She seems to be in a much better mood now that she’s no longer stuck waiting for John to finish cumming all over her.

She throws on a pair of panties and a shirt as she steps out of the door.

Mom, on the other hand, continues humming to herself as she begins working suds in between the strands of her long black hair. Seeing as she was distracted up until this point, she hasn’t gotten that far in her own shower.

Despite being a young mother, Mia’s figure is now the epitome of MILF. Soapy water crawls over and flows through the ravines of flesh that form between her luxurious curves. As she runs her hands along the tender length of her body, the layer of playful fat that covers her figure sinks in beneath her own touch.

Mom couldn't care less as John stands there silently watching water and soap flow down the round and hilly silhouette of her gorgeously naked body. Even if his last orgasm was only minutes ago, John feels himself getting ready for more.

Though he feels some self-control holding him back, just maybe not for the reasons you might think.

Given the extent of his powers, John has little reason to care about the moral implications of his actions. If you could reset the universe back to normal whenever you wanted, why wouldn’t you go crazy making reality your personal perverted fantasy at least for the time being?

No, it’s definitely not that. Rather, John just doesn’t see the fun of making all women bend to his knee without any fan service. There will be plenty of time to fuck all the women in his life, but he’d rather peel back their inhibitions layer by layer until they finally snap on their own accord. He wants to savor the moment when they realize what they have become and that there isn’t any going back.

Though that doesn’t mean that John doesn’t need to play his part to have his sadistic fun. With that in mind, he begins to type in some new rules for society as water continues spraying down on the erotic scene.

18. John has a fast refractory period, being able to recover from ejaculation within minutes.

19. In John’s family, the shower is always a perfect time and place to engage in physical bonding to decompress from their daily stress.

20. Any time anyone besides John enters the family shower, they will no longer be able to recall any information regarding sexual actions or lust.

As John hits enter, he falls to the ground but catches his balance on the wall before anything dangerous can happen. As he gathers himself, he notices that not much has changed. He still finds himself alone with Mom in the bathroom as she lathers her heavy yet supple nude torso with a layer of innocuous suds.

Even as Mom stands there completely unaware of the obscenity of her own nudeness, John knows that it is up to him to take advantage of the opportunity he has created before him.

Without a moment of hesitation, John stands up and shoots his hand forward to scoop a pound of Mia’s titfat deep within his firm grip. Her slippery flesh instantly yields to the pressure of his fingers as he digs into his mother’s hot, pillowy mounds. Her thick nipple is soft under the warm rapid of the hot shower.

Mom lets out a sharp gasp, but as she turns to John her expression looks to be more confused than angry which is a good sign. His finger pierce deep and floats beneath the surface of her impossibly soft left tit. The pure mass of her milk jug forces John to spread his palm wide open.

“Is everything alright, baby?” Mom says as John’s fingers recoil against her slick, thunderous udders.

“Uhhh,” John cannot think as he stares at Mom in the eyes while he actively gropes her tit.

Water continues to roll off her face and down her body. He still cannot get over the reality of this situation.

On one hand, John feels the full weight (literally) and guilt of breaking social taboos with his loving mother who single-handedly raised him and his sister. He feels bad for allowing his finger to dig into the pink flesh of her insanely thick and feminine build, despite her always doing good by her children. That is all real. She did nothing to deserve this besides giving birth a perverted son.

But on the other hand, he is also able to look past Mom and see Mia as the same self she always has been: his prude, anvil of an older sister who was obsessed with her career. Even if Mia loved him as a sibling, the weight of raising a child who wasn’t her own was too much for her to bear. Once she snapped and abandoned John, she left him with nothing after giving him a taste of everything. She didn’t understand how much that hurt. THAT version of Mia owes something to John.

John deserved his fair share of the bug bites that made up her flat, Asian chest in their old life together. But instead her new, massive udders will have to do in this one.

“Your tits feel good Mom,” John says as he gives her a wet squeeze on her chest.

“Uhh thanks,” Mom, clearly caught by surprise, says through a mild yelp as she continues wiping at her side despite John’s hand.

John still hasn’t made **** outright acceptable, but he removed his mother’s sense of inhibitions by erasing the concepts of sex and lust from her brain. Mentally, this is her first time experiencing the sensual touch of a man across a sensitive part of her body and John can tell. Her eyes jump wide open as a shiver travels down her spine. She obviously enjoyed the odd sensation and has no qualms participating in physical bonding in the shower.

For a moment, she stands there unsure of how to act as she stares at John’s probing fingers playing with her supple breasts. In her hesitation, John decides to get a better look at his catch. He steps to Mom’s side to where he is able to take in the sight of her thick, MILF frame. Despite the heavy curves that surround her entire self, they all lack in comparison to the ridiculously round masses of meat that hang from the front and back ends of her busty side profile.

Her gravity-inducing milk jugs abruptly protrude off of her supple torso. They would surely be too saggy if not for her body’s impossibly gelatinous composition which allows the shape of her breasts to gently roll down her chest and support its own heavy weight. This has the effect of giving her warm tits a tender, memory foam esque squeeze in John’s hand.

On her rear end, a thin layer of meat appears over Mom’s lower back and slowly slopes outward to form what eventually turns into her thick ass. Similarly to her chest, Mom’s butt hangs low and heavy due to her massive nature but maintains a somewhat supple shape. Just from a glance, it is clear that her ass cheeks would have an insanely satisfying recoil if shaken. The two symmetrical spheres of pillowy goodness guide a stream of water down from her back.

Mom catches John’s perverted gaze and adjusts her body to face him. John prepares to be questioned, but instead he immediately notices something looks up with her: a tired sadness in her eyes. Still, it’s not in her nature to worry about herself, especially in the presence of her children, so she keeps quiet.

John has never noticed Mia randomly yield negative emotions like this. She’s the type of strong person to hold things to herself for as long as she thinks she can handle it – which is usually a long time. John can’t think of any reason for Mia to suddenly break character.

Though maybe John’s intention to make showering a more physically exciting activity manifested itself in unintended ways. For example: by making the bath a space of communal bonding where family members can feel comfortable with each other, rather than just a place where John could feel up his hot mom. As the effects of his rule changes flood his mind, it makes sense. When else would be a better time to open up your feelings with your loved ones than when everyone in the room is already physically open and **** with each other?

“Are you sure everything is alright, dear?” Mom says as she notices John eyeing down the curves of her thick, MILF body.

She looks down at her own torso. Nothing seems out of the ordinary as water flows down her long strands of hair, which clings to the round surface of her gargantuan breasts. Her unkempt pubes direct the continuous stream down her belly button and through her legs. What could John possibly be staring at, she wonders. Maybe there is something caught in her pubic hair?

“It’s uh, nothing,” John says. Despite Mom’s questioning, he has no reason to remove his touch or gaze from her naked figure. “It’s just… your body looks nice too, is all.”

His fingers stay locked deep into Mia’s heavy breasts. Mom seems confused by the attention, though she doesn’t seem put off in the slightest.

“Aww, babe. You’re so sweet to your mommy,” Mom says as she nudges John’s hand aside and lightly grabs the back of his waist, pulling him against her. Her hand confidently shapes to his body. “I’m so lucky that I don’t even need to ask. Every time I have a tough day, you and Sarah are always here for me.”

Through the relentless spray of the shower, her soft arms snake under John’s shoulders as she pulls him in for a tight hug. Her massive, tender breasts feel hot and heavy as they compress against his midsection. Her soft nipples rub against him as the two adjust themselves.

The pair stays locked in a tight embrace as Mia decompresses from a long day. The act catches John off guard for multiple reasons.

John fully remembers a reality where Mom raised him with unconditional care and love, which allowed him to subconsciously pick up on his mother’s subtle bodily cues that acted as loud cries for help. And now, John must feel the guilt of tainting the wholesome act to live his dream. For the first time in his life, John felt loved and accepted by Mia, and nothing was holding him back from taking more. Not only did he now have a family to belong to, it would all be on his terms.

After the initial shock of Mom’s nude, warm embrace subsides, John lifts his arms and wraps them around Mom’s delicate neck. The pair of naked bodies stands under the stream holding each other: a mother who loves her son and a son who loves his mother. As perverted as the whole scene could be, John feels surprisingly satisfied and at peace being here with his mom. Even John himself must be experiencing the effects of showers encouraging a physical boding mindset.

Mom must’ve had a long day at work as, despite lacking the perverse motivations to extend the hug’s duration like John does, she does not make any move to break the embrace. Instead, she simply closes her eyes and rests her face against John’s chest as she recovers from her long day — the physical comfort with her baby boy acting as a therapeutic remedy. John naturally picks up on this and pulls her thick body tighter against his own bare frame, showing her how much he appreciates her. Still, John can’t help but notice how nice his cock feels sandwiched between Mom’s soft belly.

“Long day at work?” John asks as he loosens his grip over his mother’s body. Though, Mom continues clinging to her son’s frame dearly.

“Yeahh…” Mom reveals quietly. Even though the shower should be the perfect space to open up, that doesn’t change the fact that Mia is not one to openly complain to her children.

“Do you wanna talk about it though?” John offers.

“No it’s really okay,” Mom says as she continues to hold herself against her son. “Being here with me is all the support Mommy needs from you, dear.”

As John pushes his chest against his mother’s breasts, he wonders why Mom wouldn’t want to open up with him. He wants to be there for her like she is for him. Luckily, John now has the power to make that his reality.

“Did you know you can tell me anything?” John speaks.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, they instantly resonate with Mia. The demeanor strung across her entire bulky body shifts, causing her to instantly feel more relaxed and comfortable in the conversation. Even the way she desperately clings to her son in the middle of the torrid spray of the shower feels more delicate and ****. No longer does she have to stay strong and rigid; she allows herself to lean her weight into John so that she can melt deeper into his protection. And of course, John is able to sink deeper into the pillowy curves of Mom’s body.

With their faces inches away and locked in a tight embrace, the two look at each other as water continues to pour onto their exposed flesh. Finally, Mom speaks and her warm, soft breath sends shivers down John’s spine as her words travel up his neck and directly into his listening ear.

“Yeah I know. It’s just- I had an annoying client at the massage parlor today is all. It’s no big deal, dear.”

“Oh what?” John asks, his attention divided between Mom’s soft body and her story. “What did they do?”

Despite one part of him genuinely caring for what Mom has to say, another part of John’s brain has been waiting its whole life for a moment like this. While doing his best to pay attention, he begins to trace his hands down the figure of his mother’s creamy waist and onto her hips. As his hands rest on her hip bones, Mom continues.

“Well, I was supposed to get off work at 5 today,” Mom says as John snakes his hands across the soft body that stands before him. “But at 4, this lady came in demanding a 2 hour massage. Our standard is 30 minutes! Can you believe that?”

“And did you massage her? Why couldn’t anyone else do it?” John asks, annoyed on her behalf as he rubs the side of her supple thigh.

“Well, my co-worker Vanessa called out sick today so we were short staffed,” Mom continues. “My manager basically begged me to stay and finish the job.”

John’s hands subconsciously reach behind Mom’s round rear-side and begin to dig into the delight that is her thick ass. The supple globes of fat melt between his fingers as he kneads her slippery masses. Even in this universe, John had always fantasized about the massive dump truck that Mom was always lugging around. And the warm, tender bags of meat don’t fail to live up to expectations.

“He can’t make you do that, right?” John asks, dumbfounded.

“Well, of course he can,” Mom says. “You’ll learn one day dear. Even if your boss can’t fire you over something, they have other ways to get back at you.”

With a cheek firm in each hand, John begins to playfully shake the fatty composition that makes up Mia’s motherly buttox. As he flicks his wrist in opposite directions, momentum carries her asscheeks to continue jiggling with rhythmic ****.

THWAP

FWUP

Mom does little else besides let out a surprised yelp as John gives her rear two firm smacks.

“Okay, so then what happened?” John prods her to continue with the motion of her ass.

“Well, that was only the start of the story,” Mom says. “The real worst part of the whole thing was the client herself. She was some uptight and entitled businesswoman.”

“Oh, what did she do?” John asks.

As the two continue their tender embrace and conversation, John begins to spread Mom’s soft cheeks apart. As his fingers venture closer to thick flesh around her anus and pussy, he is further engulfed by a radiating warmth. Rough, stray pubes begin to scatter Mom’s otherwise porcelain skin.

“She was just super rude to me,” Mom says. John notices a crack in her voice mixed in both sadness and sensual shivers, but the shower masks any greater display of emotion hard to distinguish. “She said if I was gonna have an easy job, I should at least do a good job.”

“What!?” I say, completely shocked over the audacity of the woman. Mom is great at what she does. Anybody who makes my sweet mom sad must be walking around with a branch up their ass. “Why did she say that?!”

I can see her hold back the sadness in her eyes. This is clearly something that bothered her deep down.

“I don’t really know,” Mom says. “She was just really, uh- uptight the whole time. Talking about her big business presentation this week and how she needed me to remove the knots in her back…”

“Should’ve left them right where they were!” John rebuts.

“Aw dear,” Mom says, obviously just happy that John is standing by her side both physically and emotionally. “It doesn’t work like that, honey. Sometimes people are gonna be mean and what can we do about it?”

“Refuse service to them!” John says with his upper torso still pressing against his mom’s warm rack. Her nipples poke into him like a pair of firm pencil erasers as his hand rests on the top of her fat ass.

“Well then I wouldn’t bring home any money, dear,” Mom does her best to reassure John that she really is okay.

Loosening her arms, Mom places her hand against John’s bare hip so that she can get a better look at her dear child’s face.

“That lady and I just have different priorities, is all. Maybe being a masseuse isn’t the most lucrative or complicated work, but it leaves me enough time to spend with you and Sarah, and for me that’s everything.”

She pulls John in for a tighter hug. As he melts into her embrace, their nude bodies finally alight perfectly to create skin-to-skin contact across both of their entire lengths. His mom’s wonderful curves engulf John’s entire front side.

Her familiar scent burns into John’s nose as her fragrances are exemplified with shampoo still in her hair. Her firm embrace does not waver.

With the water flowing down her forehead, forcing her eyes shut, a genuine grin grows across her face as Mom finally begins to look at ease again.

“That lady is out there stressing over a presentation a week away, and here I am complaining when I still get to spend the rest of my day with my babies.”

As Mom squeezes John one last time, she finally breaks their long-lasting embrace, allowing their slippery bodies to peel apart. John spreads his mom’s cheeks one last time as his erect cock – which he was far too preoccupied to notice until now – springs up with enough **** to slap against his lower abdomen.

As John watches Mom return to shampooing her hair, he considers what it means to live at the intersection of his two lives and how to juggle the complex guilt that inevitably entails. Mom loves being a mom – it’s what gives her purpose, it's what broke her out of her slump. But obviously, John knows that she was not always that way. John knows that there was a reality as real as this one where Mom related much more to that uptight businesswoman than who she is now.

And as fucked up as it is, thinking about that old reality with that old life of his only makes John feel more unhinged. John was now painfully aware of the throbbing erection that his mother inadvertently caused him, and he was ready to cash in. As warm and comforting as his nude, groping embrace was, it was not enough to satisfy his urges.

“Mom,” John says as he summons the app and begins writing a new rule.

Something to test the bounds of Mom’s obliviousness to sexual desires while getting to push Mia to her edge…

21. Everytime John slaps Mom’s ass, she gets twice as horny and physically sensitive until she cums.

22. Mom will always hug John exactly how he likes it.

Enter.

John hardly notices any effect beyond a slight “hiccup” in Mom’s movement. With water cascading down her head, Mom wipes her face so that she may open her eyes and find John’s gaze. All he can think about is how Mia is already caught under his complete control.

“Mia…” John lets out his mother’s real name. She is immediately confused by the act.

“...What?” Mom tries to respond, but she is cut off by the forceful impact of John’s hand.

THWAP

His open palm strikes her booty with a much more thunderous **** than his playful smacks moments prior. A wet slap echoes along the tiled walls with a violent boom. In the moments after, his hands simply ride the reverberations of his impact across his mother’s gelatinous ass.

“AH-,” Mom lightly yelps as her hips jump forward from the impact. She turns to face John. “Hey?! What was that about?”

Although she doesn’t immediately seem at all turned on, just the fact that she isn’t outright angry shows that John’s edit must’ve had some effect. John only removed her memories regarding lustful intents, but other than that she has no other reason to react calmly to randomly being slapped across any part of her body.

SMACK

Again, his hand collides violently against her wet flesh. The shock wave travels through her fat rump, causing the curves across her entire body to jiggle forward as a sharp gasp escapes her mouth.

“Ah!- What the-! Cut it out,” Mom says with annoyance as she turns her body and begins rubbing the red spot beginning to form across her plump cheek. Her entire thigh shifts with her butt.

“Sorry, Mom,” John says, unable to ignore his mother’s direct gaze. “I was just wiping soap off your ass.”

“Hey, and watch your language! What’s gotten into you right now?” Mom yelps sternly as her face begins to turn a flushed angry pigment. Though for whatever reason, her mind seems stuck in other places as she continues to run her hand across the warm, stinging area of flesh that outlines the impact zone. “-And just be more careful. That hu-”

THWACK

“ahH!,” Mom lets out a moan as her knees bend together, causing her voluptuous frame to shrink inwards at her crotch. Her heart shaped ass presents itself to John as her body folds forward from the growing combination of pleasure and pain.

It takes a few moments for Mom to recompose herself, though she keeps her ass jutted open and outward during this process.

“God damn it John!” Mom is finally able to say with a somewhat angry tone. “Could you please ju-”

Before she can react further, John sees his opening and lets out a barrage.

THWACK

SMACK

“uAghhH,” she is unable to move.

Her ass jiggles with a playful candice as her knees begin to waver.

SMWACK -ACK

“MMMhmmmMM!!” Mom almost screams at the impact of the last strike, which is able to land a hit horizontally across both of her cheeks.

Mom can’t hold it in anymore as she lets out an involuntary moan. The anger and confusion that once flooded her skin with redness is battling for Mom’s attention with other emotions that she has never felt before. And this strange new sensation of pleasure is hard to ignore.

“Aghhj-” an uncharacteristically seductive noise continues to escape from Mom’s windpipe as she grabs the wall.

Her face, normally sweet and dimpled, looks nothing short of erotic and seductive as her entire MILF body aches with uncontrollable pleasure.

“J- John…,” Mom says as she tries to get a hold of her breathing. I see a dribble of cum begin to form by the side of her pussy. “What are you doing?- Can you stop tha… st- op hitting mommy?”

Even though her words are indicating one thing, neither her tone nor her body language is indicative of someone who wants to stop. She bends forward, shoving her ass out against John’s hot body. Despite not knowing the meaning of the word, she looks back at John with lustful eyes behind the soaking black hair that covers the top of her eyes.

John may have overdone it. If each strike really doubles her pleasure, then she’s surely feeling her pleasure increased dozens of times over by now. She looks to be barely holding on as she is just able to keep herself upright by leaning forward against the wall.

Just as before, John reaches his hands forward and sinks his fingers deep into Mom’s thick MILF dumptruck. Only this time, John’s view and access to Mom’s ass is much more seductive than during their wholesome embrace.

Following the guidance of his powerful fingers, Mom presses her face deeper against the tiled wall as she bends forward. The spray of water travels down her soft back and through the crack of her ass. Her knees bend apart, causing her massive ass cheeks to spread apart. As John’s fingers are overwhelmed with a sense of softness and warmth, he has a direct line of sight with the tip of his Mia’s untrimmed pussy. His imagination flashes with different versions of the same perverted landmark: a taboo pussy belonging to both his workaholic sister and his dearing mother.

As he continues to knead her ass, John begins to notice how dripping wet her cunt is. Despite not making contact with any egregious zone, Mom’s body feels sensitive to the touch. Her skin is covered in goosebumps and she definitely seems to be enjoying her son’s grip digging into her womanly form, even if she could not possibly understand why it feels so nice. Eventually, she works her hips to press her ass firmer into John’s grip.

“Okay dear, that’s okay… just like that…” Mom tries to say as she is unable to stop herself from enjoying the strange situation. “Just no more of that hitTT-”

THWAKP

“tT-AHH-...” Mom looks back at John with a sizzling complexion. Her face doesn’t look like she can take it anymore. John can practically hear her heart beating.“PLEASE JOHN! What are you doing… Please....”

John instantly notices that Mom is no longer specifying what she is requesting. She seems broken. Her tone is a wild concoction of emotions: is she finally begging for more or is she still living in the fantasy that my hand doesn’t feel good as it strikes across her meaty ass?

Feeling an unknown sense of sexual pleasure for the first time while being repeatedly spanked by your son must be a strange experience. John can tell that he needs to continue unraveling the layers of Mom before she can truly accept this reality.

“I’m just trying to hug you,” John says. “It’s something new I wanted to try.”

Suddenly, Mom’s entire demeanor shifts. The undeniable pleasure in her body remains. However, it is no longer being clouded with feelings of confusion. Instead, the look of pleasure plastered across her face is almost entirely motivated by maternal satisfaction.

In Mom’s new understanding of reality, recreational sex does not exist. Instead, this feeling of intense physical pleasure must be one of the many normal rewards that come with devoting her life to her loving children. Just an endearing hug between mother and son.

Her fulfilled smirk is similar to the look of comfort and care she expressed earlier as she recounted the struggles of her day to John – only this time her smile is accompanied by the uncontrollable urge to draw her jaw wide open and shut her eyes gingerly.

The perverted part of John’s brain cannot deny that Mia looks erotic as hell, and the part of John’s brain native to this reality cannot deny that Mom looks more relaxed than she has in years.

“Oh uhh… Aghh- baby… a hug? ” Mom says to John. “Well whatever you’re doing… it feels so goo AGGHhh—”

She continues to press herself backwards, allowing her massive ass to fill the shape of John’s fingers. As he continues to knead her ample flesh, he can’t help but notice just how much physical pleasure she was feeling just from the act of having her ass groped.

As John spreads her cheeks apart to get a better look at his Mom’s drenched pussy, a dribble of cum oozes from the depths of her heavenly cavern.

While his cock is now erect and ready to go, John can tell that Mom’s knees won’t last much longer given how intensely they are shaking while she manages her composure against the wall.

He could grind his cock against her pussy like he did with Sarah, but John decides that he wants to take advantage of his new role with Mia.

Without saying a word, John walks his way around Mom’s front side and ducks under her arms so that he crouches between her face and the wall. Lowering himself, he sits down under Mom’s heavy tits with his back pressed against the tiled surface. Mom now squats over Caleb.

“Hh- hHh-” Mom continues to catch her breath from the strange sensation of lust taking over her. A glob of thick, creamy cum drips out of her pussy. “Hh- what h- are you doing?”

Despite not understanding her own situation, Mom’s tone seems disappointed that John had stopped his spanking frenzy. But no, John was just getting started.

“Wait, let me show you this other hugging position,” John says. “Sit on my lap.”

It’s a strange request, but from the uncharacteristically obedient expression sprawled over Mom’s it is clear that she will not need much convincing. Unable to speak, Mom finally gives in and lets her knees buckle under her own weight. Her fat ass violently comes crashing down toward John’s thighs, but she catches herself at the last moment to avoid impact. The tender meat covering the length of her thick, MILF body recoils from the sudden change in direction. She drives her knees into the ground, carefully lowering herself and allowing her massive cake to engulf John’s entire lower half in a meaty veil. His erect cock is pressed down by the moist, rigid texture of Mom’s slippery sex and anus between the pillowy cushions of her silky smooth cheeks.

As Mom’s ass makes contact with John’s cock, she wraps her arms around John’s neck to keep herself upright. Her massive breasts, which had eluded him in another life, are now covered in heavenly suds hanging inches from his face.

John unconsciously begins grinding his cock against Mom’s hyper-sensitive pussy, and Mia can do nothing else besides look her endearing son in the eyes as an uncontrollable giggle escapes between her heavy panting.

Mom cannot hide her enjoyment from this. If groping her ass was enough to make her feel pleasurable, who knows how sensitive her clit feels right now. With the genuine sense of love that Mia feels deep within, her problems from work begin to seem less small.

“This is- uhH-...hh- this is nice, dear,” Mom says enthusiastically as she clings to the embrace and watches John like an attentive learner.

Her face is bound to a genuine smile that could not possibly be contained if she tried. Though wholesome and innocent at heart, there is no denying that Mom is unknowingly showing me a face fueled by unsuppressed sexual gluttony.

Mom is a quick learner and begins doing her best to move her hips in a similar rhythm to a bitch in heat. With their bodies lubricated with water and pre-cum, Mom’s powerful thighs begin to take over as she assertively humps and grinds against John’s throbbing erection. With each thrust, John can feel the slippery water lathering his cock being replaced by Mom’s thick love juices as she practically cries.

With each thrust of her hips, Mia holds onto John more tightly.

“Ahh ohohhmhmm OHH! What… are you uSSING.”

As her pussy gets wetter and more lubricated, Mom begins to shake her hips more freely and aggressively. She seems to have discovered her clit, as she focuses the head of John’s cock to work circles around her most erogenous zones.

“MM yes! Yes!” Mom exclaims. “Holy sh-... this feels… so good- aaHH. What… is… this… oh my god John…”

With Mia bearing the working load of their energetic grinding, John is free to indulge himself with the relentless barrage of boobies swinging against his face with each cycle of Mia’s body. With a whole lifetime of jealous admiration behind him, John finally reaches for what is rightfully his as he places Mom’s thick nipple into his mouth.

“Ahjj-” Mom lets out a surprised gasp as she looks down at John with a look of nostalgic admiration. Through her intense moans, Mia runs her fingers through John’s hair and acts sentimental. “Aww dear… you’re still my little HHh-.. baby huh-AHh!?”

John is not able to respond. With his mom’s giant tit snug in his right hand, John is finally able to fulfill his dream of suckling on Mia's breast and being accepted into her family.

With the insane size of her tits, not much more than the immediate surface surrounding her large areola can fit within John’s suction. As his tongue rockets and swirls around her thick pencil eraser of a nipple, it is clear that Mom is enjoying the relaxing sensation on top of the more intense feeling happening in her yearning pussy. Her breathing and heart rate slow down as her desire for lust is partially quelled and replaced with a sense of sentimentalism as her baby suckles on her motherly breasts for the first time in many years.

Still, with her body driven by a new emotion that she has no sense of control over, she is unable to stop her hips from grinding her wet cunt across John’s hard shaft. As she reminisces about the memorable feeling of the edge of her breasts disappearing into John’s hot mouth, her hips continue to lather John in the love juices that share his place of origin. With each stroke of her pussy, the tip of John’s shaft sends a feeling of immense sensitivity and pleasure originating from her clit and radiating out to every inch of her body.

How could a hug possibly feel this good? Even the way his tongue swirls around her nipples sends a chill down her back and all the way to the base of her anus… It’s not an understatement to say that this isn’t the exact joy Mia felt as a young mother nurturing her firstborn son. But still, to be fulfilled physically and emotionally by John was everything; Mia was now certain that the rude customer she served today was truly the unlucky one.

John continues to grope his mom’s tits with his hands and mouth. While she continues to clap her juicy thighs against John, he returns the favor by squeezing and sucking on her tits more vigorously. His fingers, and even his tongue to a certain extent, melt into the supple flesh of Mom’s tits with impossible ease.

With the increased sensitivity, it doesn’t take long for Mom’s knees to finally buckle as she finally cums. The full **** of her weight comes crashing down against John’s body. Despite being the much smaller figure, her busty ass has enough mass to completely engulf John’s spasming groin. With her entire body pressing down against John, she finds herself unable to stop indulging in this new sensation of intensified sexual pleasure as she continues to rock her hips back and forth. Mom’s ass claps, jiggles, and glides against John’s cock in ways and combinations that he could not ever imagine in his old life with Mia.

A spew of cum squirts out of her pussy, depositing her hot spray directly onto John’s throbbing penis. John doesn’t dare stop sucking his mother’s tits as he finally loses his battle as well. As Mom’s twitches and grinds against John’s cock, he shoots a spray of cum directly against her pulsating clit. His second barrage doesn’t wait, and neither does the motion of Mom’s rotating hips as John shoots his seed over the folds of Mom’s gentle love handles and belly button.

“Aghh! AGhhhh!HH!” Mom lets out a confused yelp as she continues to ‘hug’ her son. This is her first time experiencing an orgasm, and she can’t help but wonder why she can’t control her bladder and what the strange hot goo shooting out of John’s cock was. “I’M SORRY- AHHH.”

Mom does not yield as her pussy continues to let out the occasional squirt followed by her best attempt to suppress her echo screams. She is a woman possessed and driven by pleasure, both the strange sensitivity taking over her body and the feeling of endearment with her boy.

The two nude lovers cling peacefully together on the shower floor. Despite the curves of Mom’s busty body pressing against John’s frame with no space or air in between, the two rock the weight of their bodies to further stimulate their pulsing sexes against each other.

John knows he could take this all a step further, but he decides to let their post-orgasm libidos naturally decline.

There would be plenty of time to teach Mom new forms of “hugs” in the future. As long as she is in the bathroom, Mom has no recollection of what sex even is. It would surely be too easy to take her now as she wouldn’t know any better than to follow along as she has.

No… that wouldn’t make up for what Mia had done to him in his past. As John’s cock softens against his mothers drenched cunt, it becomes clear to John that the perverse part of him is much stronger than the part of him that really cares about his very real life here. John realizes that he takes just as much pleasure in tainting the version of the family that was sweet and perfect to him as the version that abandoned him.

As John feels his mother begin to wind down and lower the intensity of her loins, John does the same as he continues to rhythmically suckle on Mia’s teat.

That is, until Sarah walks in with a white tank top and a pair of sweatpants. Her hair is still damp from her earlier exit from the shower, and it is now noticeably brushed straight. She stands just outside the doorway with a look of pure terror over her own face.

Despite both her and her mother being dolls molded by John’s perverted desire, one could still say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Sarah still shares the same facial similarities with Mom. And now that they have both been bustified to John’s desired level, Sarah really does look like a younger splitting image of Mia again. Sarah is just a shorter, more youthful, and smaller framed but equally busty version of Mom.

Her frame hasn’t been filled with the same unbelievably full curves of Mia, but her body is still covered in a layer of meaty play-doh to act as cushions between my fingers and her bones. Not to mention, her tits and ass look proportionally smaller to Mom’s but equally as dense and tender which is impressive when comparing a 20 year old to a MILF.

“Uhh?!” Sarah lets out an alarmed yelp as soon as she turns the corner. “Aw what the FUCK!?”

John’s younger sister screams as she averts her eyes away from the unholy scene before her. Despite cleaning her insides with John’s seed just 15 minutes earlier and living in a world where physical contact with family is somewhat acceptable, there is no denying that she just walked in on her mom and brother in a horny frenzy.

The back of Mom’s ass drips with semen as Sarah lets out another yelp.

“GROSS!” Sarah screams.

She is about to take a step away into the hall when John has an idea. He doesn’t even need to use the app to fix this.

“Sarah, wait!” John calls out as Mom holds herself in a half-conscious post-nut state

“NO?! Why would I wait! Come on! What the fuck could you possibly say to make thi- …“

. “-Did you know you should come in here first! Let me explain.”

As soon as the magic words leave John’s mouth, Sarah turns back around and takes one step into the room.

“UGHH! Fine,” she doesn’t even begin to argue as she turns back. In fact, she can’t argue back – a fact which just furthers her frustration. “But NOTHING will change how fucking weird it is to walk in on your MOM and BROTHER fucking on the GOD DAMNED BAT-”

But the second her toe passes the doorway, her entire demeanor instantly changes. She stops trying to avert her gaze from the incestuous view before her. The redness and shock from her face subside and is replaced by a casual look of mild confusion. Her shoulders drop down to her sides as she walks into the room. Her eyes don’t seem to lock onto anything unusual.

““… … Uh- huh? Oh what’s up? What are you guys doing?” Sarah's curious voice echoes throughout the tiled walls – the last tinge of heated disgust vanishing from her body.

“Nothing, nothing! I was just hugging Mom,” John, obviously getting a kick out of Sarah’s apparent bipolarness.

“Yeah dear mmh–m,” Mom lets out a moan as her pussy continues to finish drenching my lap. A tiny spew of her hot liquid glides off my thigh and slaps across the floor. “It feels s-so good… you two should try it.

Sarah doesn’t even flinch at the perverted view of her Mom cumming over her brother. She seems more caught up over other matters.

“As if!” Sarah pouts as she crosses her arms.

“Yeah, what she said,” John unconsciously spews out, matching Sarah’s tone.

It doesn’t take long for John to succumb to the false mundaneness shrouding this perverted scene.

“It’d make me so happy if you guys got along,” Mom says as she slowly lifts herself from over John, ending their long embrace. After orgasming, her libido and sensitivity seem to be returning to normal. Though that doesn’t stop her legs from shaking as she carries herself up.

“Whatever,” Sarah says. “I was just coming to ask what’s for dinner.”

“Oh I have last night's leftover meatloaf,” Mom responds as she finally stands up and begins to squeeze a bottle of conditioner into her open palm.

“Ughh. Do we have to?” John says.

As he scours both sets of memories he possesses, one thing becomes clear: John dislikes Mia’s meatloaf in either universe.

“Yes dear, we have to,” Mom says as she runs the thick solution between her hair. “Why, you don’t like my cooking.”

“Yes yes I do, it’s just that,” John contemplates. Why is he doing this? “Aw fuck it-”

“Languag-” Mia begins to speak.****

23. The **Tanaka **family will be having takeout for dinner tonight.