Understanding

Scott, Sr. drops you off only about three blocks from his house, but it was still nice riding in his Mercedes Benz. Even nicer riding his daughter earlier this morning, and the man had it all on tape.

Your pants were back on, and they were tight. You had gained weight over last summer, but kept refusing to buy a larger size. As a consequence, your pants were all tight and showcased your bulge (something you tested by erecting and de-erecting yourself at will).

You texted your mom as Fellows drove off, telling her you'd slip in the back and get a few hours rest. She, hopefully, didn't know that you spent seven hours **** last night. She responded by opening the front door in a robe and nightie.

"Mom, sorry I stayed out late," you offered a contrite apology as you stared at the ground. You felt arousal at your mother's appearance, but thank God, could now control the outward sign of that, even as she embraced you in a tight hug.

"How was your first time?" she said, cordially, as if asking you about your first date. "Did you just fuck Cindy or Samantha or both?"

She knew, somehow, that you had been a virgin, but didn't have an issue with you fucking people. "Next time you need to fuck someone overnight, let me know. Me and Andrea were worried until Samantha called."

You doubted Andrea cared as you entered the house and thankfully closed the door. What would the neighbors think of this conversation? Would they even care?

She sat down at the breakfast table and handed you a banana. "Details, please!" she started drinking coffee and looked at you in anticipation.

So you told her everything. Well, not about the Developers... just the parts you pieced together where you asked to fuck Cindy and Scott's mom, and the later events of fucking them and Jodi.

"Oh, how sweet. I haven't heard from Jodi in years. She was always an attractive girl. I bet she was a very good fuck."

"She was," you respond, drinking an orange juice. There's a tenseness in the air as you try not to think of your own mother as a sexual object. You had not thought of her, or Andrea, in that manner when in the Developer's Room. Merely concerned with fucking Cindy and others at school or around town when offered the opportunity.

But nothing in the rules precluded ****. They applied to all women, everywhere, anywhere, of age. Your eyes kept drifting to your mother's chest, and she could probably sense it too, even if she maintained a cheerful smile. Judging by Scott and Scott, Sr.'s reaction a few hours ago, you felt that you could probably take Andrea or mom to the center of town and fuck them to no reaction.

You gulped down your last drink as your mother interrupted. "John," she placed her hand uncomfortably on yours as you looked up from her large tits barely concealed by the robe and her nightie, "if you ever want to fuck me or your sister, just go right ahead. You don't even have to ask. You're my baby boy, and I just want you to feel good."

You may have nodded, or just sat there dumbstruck. "Did you want to see them?"

You almost spit out the orange juice you had swallowed. "W-what?!"

"My tits. You keep looking at my tits. Here." And right as she sat, a mere couple feet away, she took down her robe and lowered her nightie, exposing her large tits. With her hand still on yours, she lifted it up and placed it on her left breast.

As you gently kneaded her tit, you began stuttering, "I- uh, um..." You didn't know what to do, what to say, how to react.

"Should we take this up to the bedroom? Or would you like to fuck me right here?" There goes that cheerful smile again.

It took all the strength in the world to remove your hand and bolt out of the chair, banging your knee on the table. "Ow... I, I've got to get to sleep. I was already up all night, fucking. Ha ha. I, um, uh... I'll see ya." You made a hasty retreat as your topless mother looked at you confused.

You were in your locked bedroom pacing when your mother gently knocked on the door. "Sweetie, I have to go run errands for work. If you need to fuck someone, Andrea's still asleep, so just fuck her. Or use one of the neighbors. I'll try to get off work early."

"Okay, mom," you yelled, betraying that you were supposed to be napping. She left after a couple minutes, probably dismayed at a lack of a goodbye kiss or grope or whatever the fuck she expected.

Andrea's room was down the hall. She had a modeling gig this afternoon, but you didn't really know much about it. You did know that she was very, very attractive. Like, the most attractive girl in town. That's why she dropped out of school to start modeling.

You pondered fucking her, or maybe just taking some nude photos. She was always a bitch to you and your friends. Maybe she had an attitude adjustment due to your need for sex. As you paced, you heard noises. She left her room, and headed for the shower. The shower was going.

You decided to test her out. You grabbed your phone and crept to the hallway bathroom. You opened the door, slowly and looked inside. Your sister was cleaning herself behind the translucent glass. You took some shots of whatever figure you could discern, but it wasn't enough.

You decided to take this a step further. You got naked and waited. Your sister must've heard you slipping off your pants, because the water stopped and she stood there, looking in your direction. "Get the fuck out, pervert!" her translucent form yelled.

"I need to cum, sis," you responded plainly. Her attitude hadn't adjusted, but her acquiescence probably had. Her sigh of frustration was echoing, and she opened the glass partition, and stood there, dripping wet, as she stared at you in frustration. You, of course, were taking pictures for posterity.

She was beautiful. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect breasts. Her pussy was completely shaved and the definition of perfect contouring. If you didn't know better, you would think she was some kind of pornstar. "Did you want to fuck me or just take pictures? You're not even erect, asshole!"

You ended that last comment with an instant erection. "Woah," she said.

"Suck it," you said.

And that's how you got your bitch sister, on her knees, on camera, blowing you for all to see.

"Oh, how sweet!" said your mom, appearing behind you. She apparently forgot her phone.