Wake up!

A rogue ray of sunlight crept through your window, hitting your eye at just the right angle to prompt a yawn and a stretch. Your room, now a soft and welcoming yellow, was lit up by the daylight -- a different, more peaceful quietness caused a similar dreamlike state to the one you had last night. Raising your arms, a comprehensive soreness singed through your body, accompanied by a very noticeable emptiness in your bed; Lisa was nowhere to be found, but the pain and oozing pile of cum in your nether regions told you that last night was _very _real. Her side of the bed was made, corners neatly tucked as if to completely remove any evidence of her invasion last night.

Slowly getting out of bed, the images of Lisa impaling you on her cock in a midnight rendezvous darted across your still tired brain, causing your tender ass to wince. A muffled sound of footsteps shuffling downstairs indicated that someone else was awake; in a reflexive response, your heart raced with curiosity as to how the morning would unfold. Slowly limping over to your dresser in a naked shame, you threw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, before opening your window. The birds in the tree outside your window paused for a moment before continuing to chirp, almost as if they were recanting your sins from the night before. You rolled your eyes at the annoying shits before opening your creaky door, and hobbling down the stairs. With great difficulty, you finally made it down to an empty living room; but saw your mother in the kitchen fixing up a glass of coffee and rubbing her head. She had changed into a dark purple bathrobe that looked to be a size too small; the fuzzy material clinging to every curve, with the flimsily tied cincture loosening with her every breath, slowly revealing her soft belly in a tantalizing fashion. Her red hair was tied up messily in a bun, with stray hairs dotting off of her head to cement the fact that she was indeed extraordinarily hungover. You shuffled into the kitchen, taking Lisa by surprise.

"Doug! Good morning, honey." Your mother fumbled with her coffee, awkwardly, before taking a sip and setting her hands down. Her fingers drummed on the countertop as you limped to the kitchen table and slowly took a seat. Wincing as you sat down, Lisa chugged her coffee before reaching up to get a glass from the cabinet. The tight fabric around her bathrobe stretched, revealing a small bit of her ass between the separation of her outfit. She looked to be wearing a pair of your boxers, but you quickly averted your eyes as she grabbed a mug and poured some of the dark liquid into the cup, before sitting down next to you and pushing the porcelain white cup in front of you. Lisa sighed.

"Sweetie, I want to talk about what happened last night."

Saying nothing, you took coffee cup in both hands, staring placidly at the chequered tablecloth. Bringing the scalding mug up to your lips, you let the coffee run through your mouth, singing your tongue in the process. Putting the cup down on the table, you maintained a fixed stare downwards, content to not look at Lisa. Your mother brought a hand up to your chin, pushing it upwards. Looking up at Lisa, her blue eyes stared softly through you, before she brought a hand over yours.

"Doug, I didn't mean for that to happen. I got too drunk, and I... I had urges. During the movie, I just saw you, and the wine, and I --."

You looked at Lisa's face; she looked confused, but underneath you could sense that the lust still hadn't died down from her cumming in you from last night. Matching your eyes with hers, a subtle static picked up again beneath the table, as she squeezed your wrist with her hand. In the corner of your eye, you saw Lisa crossing one leg over the other, as her bathrobe hiked up, revealing her thigh.

"-- and I had to fuck something... Look, sweetie , I don't remember much from last night, but I remember that was the best sex of my life." Lisa's eyes looked right through you as she brought the coffee cup to her mouth and sipped lightly. She put the mug down and brought both of her hands on top of yours.

"I woke up this morning ready to be on top of you; every bit of me as a woman wants to _make _you take me, but I'm concerned as your mother." You looked back at your coffee cup, before taking another sip. Lisa squeezed your hand again. "It feels right, but it doesn't feel right, you know?" She said.

"I don't know, mom. But I felt it too, last night." Looking up at your mother, you subtly noticed that Lisa crossed and uncrossed her legs once more, before spreading them. The bathrobe succumbed to her size and retreated to her hips, revealing a pair of your worn boxers, and a very noticeable outline of her thick cock. Soft, it nonetheless threateningly hung down to the centre of her dimpled thigh, stretching your boxers to the limit.

Lisa brought a hand to her face to move a stray hair that had found its way to her freckled face, before tidying up her posture and leaning back into her chair. "I need some time to think, and I think you do, too. In any case, I'm sorry about your a-" Lisa abruptly stopped speaking as Crystal careened down the stairs before rounding into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee.

"Sup guys?"

Something looked different about her; she was in her normal black pair of sweatpants and poorly-fitting black tank top, but you couldn't catch what had changed until Lisa boomed at her.

"CRYSTAL! Did you change your hair?! It looks great!" Lisa stood up from her chair and ran her fingers through your sister's hair; Crystal was no longer the other redhead in the family, instead opting for a dark blue that made your two family members look like fire and ice.

"Yeah, I just did it today! I like it, but holy hell do I look white with this dark of a colour" She twirled a strand, looking at her freckled porcelain arm, before looking at you and Lisa. "What's going on in here? The air seems funky."

Lisa removed her hand from your sister's hair before returning to the her seat. "Nothing, we were just discussing the movie last night." she said, matter-of-factly. "Anyways, I thought I heard you get up early. Is that why the shower was on for an hour?"

Crystal looked at your mom with slightly widened eyes, before looking at her coffee. "Uh, yeah. That's why, Had to make sure I washed all the dye out of my fingers."

Lisa shot you a sly look before getting up. "Well, seeing as it's one of my only days off today, I'm going to go to the gym. " Crystal quickly took the opportunity to steal Lisa's seat, spreading both her legs out and pushing yours out of the way. "Ahhhh, much better." she cheered.

Lisa looked at your sister with exasperation, before walking upstairs to get ready. Crystal smirked, before leaning over the table close to your ear. "I didn't just dye my hair, by the way." she laughed.

"Crystal! What the fuck. You're gross." You rolled your eyes as she nearly choked on her coffee.

"Hah, you should've seen your face! But really though, you should let me try to dye your hair sometime. It was super fun."

"If I let you dye my hair, this whole damn country would be in a drought with how long you take for your showers." Playfully pushing Crystal's leg away, you took your coffee and left Crystal at the kitchen table, before walking back up the stairs to your room. As you passed in the hallway, you noticed Lisa's room was slightly ajar, and you saw the outline of her getting dressed. In the full light, you received a strong reminder as to why you were so sore; Lisa's fat, uncircumsised cock hung down nearly to her knees. Flush with veins and supplemented with a thick red forest of pubic hairs at the base, it stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her chubby, feminine frame. Lisa finished pulling up a pair of tight leggings that stuck tightly to her curves, before tying her hair into a tight bun. Transfixed by what you just saw, you got the sense knocked back into you as Lisa opened the door and bumping directly into you. A neon pink sports bra and massive set of breasts greeted your face as your mother looked down at you. She smiled, slyly, before putting a hand on your cheek and bringing you in for a tight hug. Smashed against her, a light smell of sweat and perfume aromatized beneath your nose.

"Before your sister interrupted, I wanted to apologize about your ass. I still want to continue this conversation, though."

You looked up at Lisa, her musk laying a light fog over your brain, before the odour caused you to subconsciously lower your hand over her soft bulge and squeeze. You could barely cover your hand over the thickness, even through the spandex; another soft moan escaped her lips before she used her free hand to squeeze your ass. Recoiling a bit from the pain, your mother released you from the hug before kissing your forehead. "When I get back from the gym." She said, with a commanding, sultry tone. The roaring energy that caused last night, that also subtly returned underneath the kitchen table earlier, raced up the stairs to match the two of you again, as Lisa made her way down the stairs, leaving you stood in the middle of the upstairs hallway, paralyzed by the soft touch of lust that you exchanged.

You walked into your room to grab a towel and then headed to the bathroom. The sound of the front door shutting signified that Lisa had left for the gym, and Crystal's quiet shuffling downstairs let you know she had staked her claim on the living room. Walking into the bathroom, the cold tiles stung your feet, but did little to alleviate the soreness that still pervaded your entire body. Sighing as you turned on the hot water, you closed the door and undressed, before stepping in and closing your eyes. The steam lifted a great deal off of you, while simultaneously covering you in a heavy blanket of relaxation. Humming to yourself as your body recovered to the hot water hitting your skin, your meditation was interrupted by a loud rapping on the bathroom door. Startled, you collected yourself for a second before calling out.

"Who is it?!"