Wakey Wakey, Little Snakey

"Wakey, wakey, little snakey" came the whisper as you shifted in bed. Your cock was being gently jostled to attention, and soon entered a wet orifice, a mouth, as another blowjob commenced. You smiled as you gripped the head of your fellater. The hair was short and curly. Not Margo or Maria. Or Brenda. Your eyes shot open in realization. "Mom!" You looked down at your own mother sucking you off.

She gave you a thumbs up as Maria entered, fully clothed. "Your mother came by while I was in the, uh, shower, to wake you up." You looked over at Margo to your right sitting topless, as her lower half was covered by the sheet, while she ate a protein bar. "Your mom does good work," she says as she nods approval.

Your mother exits your erect cock and coughs up some excess saliva, or something. "I saw those lovely pictures you sent me last night. Margo really is a looker. Now, I know you said otherwise yesterday, and I am running late for class, but..." she lifted up the hem of her one-piece dress, showcasing a trimmed bush and nothing else, "How about some motherfucking?"

"Sure, why not?" was all you had to say. She was over the moon with that statement, and attempted to mount you. "Nuh-uh," you stopped her. "I've had enough people mount me lately. If you want me to fuck you, then I have to be the one doing the fucking."

She smiled wider, somehow, as Margo exited the bed. Maria didn't want to leave, caught up, you suppose, in the show of familial love (and then some), but Margo dragged her little sister out. The door remained open, however, as you turned your back to it and loomed over your mother's figure.

Cock in hand, you feel for the entrance to Paradise. The one-way passage you've been to only once before, a long time ago. Thanks to Professor Warren Doe and the cacophony of four kids (including twins), you could hardly miss it, but it wasn't quite yodeling material either. It was a bit of work to get things going, but she didn't mind. And, after a while, you didn't either.

The motherfuck was going well. Her dress was pulled up, and you were cupping her large breasts for support. She may not have came, or she didn't hardly show, but you did. You really need to hydrate, you thought, after what seemed like a quart of fluid injected deep within your mother's pussy. And plenty to spare on the vastly stained bedsheets.

You relaxed for but a second before your mother got up and reached into her bag. "Here," she said, handing you a large bottle of Gatorade. Mom knows best. As you slurped it down, she dragged you up and tossed you some fresh clothes. Just a shirt and pants, you frown, but slip them on with flip flops at her uncharacteristic insistence.

"Sorry," she yelled to the naked Margo and clothed Maria watching TV on mute. "We're late for class."

Just then Brenda stumbled out of the bathroom naked. "Nice job, stallion," your mother said, slapping you on the ass to push you out the door. You were outside and in the car in less than five seconds.

As you rode through the streets, taking another big gulp, your mother kept blabbing.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you before, with Maria. I should've realized you just wanted to fuck her cute sister. This whole thing is new to you, and sometimes I forget that your family is old and boring. You want to explore the world, and all the pleasures therein. Still, I appreciate you indulging me with your cock."

You nod as you continue the drink and drive.

"That's why I arranged for this class today. No more boring old fucking with just me and your sisters. We're going to get you some co-ed tail!"

"What?!" you didn't get what she was saying.

"My class today, it's going to be all about you. You and me, and Margo, and Caitlin. We're going to discuss the anthropological ramifications of a man who has sex with any woman upon request. And then you're going to fuck whomever you want in the class. No judgments."

"Okay. But... I had plans."

"Well, break them. Please. I let you stay over and fuck Margo, even though Caitlin was primed and ready for you - I primed her myself, by the way - so it's the least you can do."

You called up Maria, but she must be on her own way to school. A bit late, but senioritis is rampant, so she probably won't be noticed. Your mother pulled into her assigned spot on campus at Santa Clara Christian University and got out. As the wind blew her dress up and she once again readjusted her breasts, you were reminded that she was wearing nothing underneath. "Come on," she said, cheerfully, as she grabbed your hand.

The lecture hall was packed. TAs, and Professors of other classes sat around to observe. Auditors of all sorts sat in the front row, while students sat patiently, or not, for the session to begin. She really got the word out. Your dad and Caitlin waved to you from the third row.

"Sorry I'm late folks. A bit of a sticky situation getting the subject over here. Alright, let's begin. John, please remove your clothes."

"What?!" you turned to your mother, and she just raised her head briefly. "All of them. Please."

You looked to the crowd. Many were recording. A camera sat on the ceiling. This was going live online. You felt a pit in my stomach. "Sorry folks. He's shy all of a sudden," she turned into a whisper. "Johnny, don't embarrass me."

You calmed yourself and closed your eyes. The flip flops flipped off. Your baggy t-shirt crumpled to the ground. And the pièce de résistance, your faded jean shorts, faded away as you kicked them into the pile. You stood there fighting the urge to cover your junk viewed by many (except three) for the first time. As the lecture began, a spotlight hit you, and the crowd disappeared to darkness. You couldn't see them, but you could feel their presence.

"As you can see, the subject, my biological son John Frederick Doe, aged 18, born January 21st, 2002, appears to be a normal young adult male with no physical abormalities or deformities. Fairly tall, penis is above average, his musculature is defined but not absurdly so. Nothing really stands out. But as you are all aware, the subject has been having sexual intercourse with females of an older persuasion since yesterday morning.

"I haven't delved into the reasonings behind this - that is not my field. But this is a class of Modern Anthropology, and we have a subject who can redirect and counter the usual societal hiccoughs that bind us. What does this level of unheard of sexual freedom mean for society? Will others, like the subject, emerge with the same... skillset? Will his predilection towards unprotected sex lead to another generation with this ability? These are important questions. John, will you please make yourself erect."

You couldn't do such a thing, especially on command, try as you might, and you looked down in shame, attempting to masturbate before the crowd. No use.

"I thought so. As you can see, I am now fully naked." You quickly pivoted to confirm that your mother removed the dress, wearing only her wedding band and a headset microphone as a second spotlight hit her. You didn't know what she had in mind, but had an idea.

"Would Subjects 2 and 3 step forward? John, please face the audience." You did so and listened.

"Subject 2, please state your full name, age, and occupation."

"Tina Rebecca Crandall, 41, Officer in the Santa Clara Police Department."

"Subject 3."

"Dana Diana Doe, 20, student at Apache County Community College."

"Officer Crandall had full reproductive sex with the subject yesterday morning upon his request. Ms. Doe, my daughter and the subject's sister, gave him fellatio - a blowjob, early yesterday afternoon. As you can see their full forms - please rotate for the camera - they are fully presenting females of fair attractiveness. I also have reason to believe that the subject had sexual intercourse with two other females last night, but I was not able to prepare them for this morning's lecture. Sorry. Pictures of his sexual activities with Miss Margo Moore are available on the University's website and are being handed out as we speak.

"His eagerness to have minor sexual relations with his own siblings, as well as full reproductive sex with me, his own mother, indicates that the subject is not bound by taboos such as the Westermarck effect. This could be a personal fetish, but perhaps is indicative of where true sexual freedom may lead. More research is planned to be done in this field. Are you erect yet, John?"

You shook your head no as you continued to jerk. Soon enough, your mother was by your side. "Let me help." Her voice was soothing as she removed your hand, even though the whole situation was crazy.

She knelt down in front of you and tied her hair back. "This will be my second blowjob of the subject, but hopefully not the last. Heh heh. Okay."

And with that, she began sucking you off. You balanced forward onto her, and looked back towards Officer Crandall, standing naked and stern-faced, and your sister Dana, waving hello as you saw her completely naked for the first time. But attention drifted away and onto your mother.

"Okay," she said standing up. "That was easy enough. We'll have to get a doctor to measure his response time. It's abnormally fast, and may be linked to this entire event. As you can see, when fully erect, the subject does not display anything you wouldn't expect from a man his age when fully erect."

A couple of flashes continued as you winced. "Please, take all the photos you want, but try not to use the flash, it disturbs my son's vision. There will be plenty of high-definition footage available on the website and the University's YouTube page.

"Now, before we turn over to questions, we have one more event. I'll needs the lights on." The entire hall was illuminated as you adjusted to view the packed theater, with even more stragglers standing in the back.

"For this next bit, we'll turn over to the subject. John, who would you like to fuck? Me, Officer Crandall, Dana, or someone from the audience?"

You looked around. There were some attractive students you've met, seen and some you never saw before. They all had looks of want in their eyes, that they were perfectly willing to give their bodies to you. You thought about the Japanese TA in the front row. Your mother's stern but attractive Dean in the back of the lecture hall. The ditzy blonde, Anissa, who used to tease you when she was a high school senior and you were a freshman. And then settled on the one. The object to your subject. The person you already passed on once, even as she offered her body and soul to you. "I choose her," you say, pointing to the left.

Your mother is overjoyed as furious notes are being taken. "Note: the subject has demonstrated the complete incompatibility of the Westermarck effect, as he has chosen to deflower his 23-year-old sister, Caitlin Ginger Doe."

Your father helped Caitlin out of her seat, and people were oddly clapping as she approached the central area. The lights dimmed again as Caitlin stood by your side and grabbed your hand, smiling briefly before facing the unseen crowd.

Your mother interrupted. "Caitlin, remove your clothing please." This took a while, as she was dressed to the nines, per usual. Her large pile of clothing towered over yours, as she proved to the audience why her middle name was Ginger.

In the meantime, you look back to see two burly assistants push in a large foam mattress. No sheets, no pillow, just foam on wheels. This will be where Caitlin is robbed of her virginity.

You whisper to your eldest sister as you two face each other. "Are you sure about this?"

"This is what you want, John," she said, smiling, not understanding the question.

"But, you're supposed to become a nun. Don't you need to be chaste?"

"I'm not a nun yet. And Chastity is about more than just sex. If I fail in one regard, and loving my little brother is not a failure, it doesn't mean I'm not chaste. Let's do this." She gave you a quick peck and led you to the bed, like a lamb going to slaughter.

You didn't think that was the Catholic Church's definition, but who knows in this topsy turvy world. The spotlights on your mother, Crandall, and Dana all pointed to the central mattress now, as you and Caitlin approached.

"Do you know what to do?" you asked Caitlin. She was supposed to be the virgin here. She nodded. "Mom showed me some things with the vibrator last night." Mom interrupted with a white and purple vibrator. "This vibrator."

You smelled it. "I think you forgot to clean it." She laughed. She crawled on the bed and got on her back. "Missionary style seems appropriate for a first time," she said, "but you can have me however."

"Well, it worked with Mom a couple hours ago." She smiled at the reminder that you both had such a loving mother.

You took the used vibrator and stimulated around your sister's pussy. Mostly her clit. It inflamed to what you considered a necessary level and was coated in what you assumed was a necessary fluid. The audience couldn't get a good view of the insertion, so a cameraman was soon invading your personal space, but you were getting numb to all sorts of privacy invasions.

As you lined up, the crowd, your family, the camera, Officer Crandall, all watched in anticipation. And then you pushed in, slowly at first, kissing Caitlin and trying to prevent any lasting harm. She grabbed your ass and pushed you in further, trying, perhaps, to satisfy the crowd, her mother, and most especially you.

You pulled out a tad, and pushed back in. And repeated a few more times, watching the pain morph to pleasure, and the defloration to a standard fuck. Her breathing became moaning, and your grunting became... a different kind of grunting.

Her pussy was tight, tight, tight, and you knew you'd want a return visit soon. But for now, you had to finish what you started, and she smiled as you released your sperm.

Sperm cells would be working around blood cells as they sought out those eggs, but you were on Cloud 9 having fucked an angel. And she turned to you and smiled. And then your mother pulled you both to your feet, and the stained mattress and vibrator were taken away.

Your mother stood between you two, still in her state of abject nudity, as she did some sort of joke on family resemblance. Caitlin wobbled a bit as your mother held her still, but was very cordial for the crowd.

"Alright, you just witnessed an act of sexual relations between Subject 1 and Subject 4, and, outside of the taboo nature of it, it was fairly mundane. This helps illustrate that the subject's skillset is psychological in nature, and not rooted to his physical lovemaking skills. How this applies to modern anthropology will be a continued topic of research."

"Since we've seen every inch of the subject, how he acts, seduces, and fucks these women, let us turn over to the audience for some questions."

The lights turned on, and the audience lined up to ask questions.