Sarah, your real mom.

Standing in Rachel's doorway looking shocked is Sarah, your real mom!

You haven't seen much of her since the divorce, and this is the first time she's showed her face at your dad's house since then. You'd been staying with your dad during breaks from college partly because all your PC equipment was already here, but mostly because the prospect of getting to ogle a hot new stepmother was just too tempting.

You look your real mom up and down, your cock still buried deep in Claire's tight throat. This is the first woman you've seen since waking up in BJ Universe that you've never wanted to fuck. She's not exactly unattractive, just... normal mom. Nothing more. She looks like a typical mother of three kids - she's a full head shorter than you, with a curvy, voluptuous body that's made somewhat unflattering by the baggy sweatshirt and jeans she's wearing. If anything, she's put on slightly more weight since you last saw her. Not enough to be fat - but enough to give her a busty, matronly look. A surprising amount of the increased weight seems to have gone to her breasts. You notice the difference in her figure even under the sweatshirt. She retains some of the youthful features that made your dad want to originally marry her, too; she has long, thick brown hair, a wide generous mouth and piercing green eyes. All in all, not bad looking for an older woman. You frown at the thought. You're not so perverted that you'd **** your own mother given the chance. Are you?

Claire starts to gag around the base of your fuck stick, breaking your train of thought. You're close to blowing your load and the interruption is frankly unwelcome.

"What are you doing here, mom?" you ask, irritated, "I'm kind of busy here."

Claire gurgles and grabs your thighs, slobber spewing through her lips and tears flowing down her face as you deny her the right to breathe.

"Oh. Err... I just came round to pick up Rach and Mel for dinner. I didn't know you guys were..." She glances at Tommy, who gives her a thumbs up and turns back to her daughter.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry! I should have called first!" Sarah looks totally embarrassed. It's quite likely she doesn't even recognise her daughter under all the messy fluids. It must seem to her as though she's just stumbled upon her son's orgy. You can't tell what she thinks about you fucking Claire, but her eyes are wide and she can't seem to rip her gaze away from your rampant display of dominance over her replacement.

Holy crap! Dinner! You've been so busy having sex all day that you totally forgot to eat!

"Rachel and Mel are busy, but you can buy me dinner if you want. Just let me finish! Up! Here!" you grunt, slamming your crotch into Clare’s face-pussy to the base a few times, feeling her throat convulse around your cock-head, milking your orgasm from you. You groan and slam your 10 inch prick as deep as you can, clutching your fists so tightly that you start to pull strands of her hair out. Claire clenches her hands into shaking fists but makes no move to stop you as more mascara-stained tears flow down her cheeks. You feel her lips spluttering around the base of your third leg as she resolves to endure your brutal fucking.

You climax, grinding her head into your groin as you pump ropes of hot, thick cum into her face. Claire swallows again and again. Your orgasm is considerable, and after 5 squirts you allow her head to fall back before shooting a few more strands onto her make-up smeared face. One flies up and lands across her nose and forehead, and another falls into her gaping, sloppy mouth. The rest dribbles onto her blouse and skirt.

Claire sits down. Her mascara has run, streaking black lines down her cheeks. Her carefully applied lipstick is now a red smear across her mouth. Cum hangs in strands across her face, and her hair looks like she's just come out of a wind tunnel. She tries to draw breath, snorts, gags a little, then leans over and spits out a glob of cum that'd been clogging her nose. She holds one nostril closed and snorts out the rest. Then, finally able to breathe, she goes about spitting the remaining juices out of her mouth, and wiping away the gravity-defying strands of thick cum swinging from her chin and then slumps on the floor breathing heavily and trying to compose herself. You laugh. Only a few minutes ago she was moaning about the state of Rach's room, and now here she is spitting your cum on the carpet. You have no doubt she'll make Rachel clean it later. Your step-mom has been utterly dominated, and is now discarded like a broken toy. Which is pretty accurate.

Now that you've come, your priority quickly turns to just how hungry you are.

"Okay, ready. Let's go," you say to Sarah.

The two of you walk out the room before a shout from Rachel makes you turn back.

"Seriously? You can't just leave me like this, I need to eat sometimes too, you know!" Rachel croaks, her voice hoarse. "And you can't leave me with him! He's fucking mental, he'll kill me - you have to get rid of him!" Rachel points at Tommy, who frowns and shoves her down onto her bed. She falls back onto her cum-soaked mattress with a wet splat. Tommy advances on her and pins her arms down.

"Please..." Rachel whispers.

"Don't worry dude, I'll take care of her," Tommy says.

Rachel tries to speak but Tommy grips her lower jaw and shoves 3 fingers into her mouth causing her to dry heave as she clutches his arm and fresh tears spill from her eyes.

As funny as it's been, It's probably best if you get rid of your sister's super-gag reflex. After all - you might want to fuck her again later, and you'd rather she not get too skinny. And if you leave her alone with Tommy then who knows what the guy will do to her. Tommy has a sadistic streak, and a lust-fueled obsession with degrading your little sister. Combine this with the seemingly infinite stamina of BJ Universe and you imagine his sexual advances will continue to get more and more brutal. Girls might have nearly invincible fuck holes in this world, but how much more oral **** can Rachel take before she breaks down mentally?

And do you really care?