Yeah, why not

This chapter originally written by BiBiComte, minor edits by Samus1001

Damn right he did. But why? Why did she turn him on this bad? She was his own mother!

Oh, right. That was it.

But was he really going through with this in the first place? Was there any going back? What about all those imaginary vows he made after every...

"Let's go!" Caleb rose to his feet. Forget it. His lust could be pushed away no longer. What was once just bursts of pleasure he would engage in within the confinements of his room now becoming manifested in reality pushed him to the absolute edge.

"Oh my, sweetie." His mom giggled at his enthusiasm, then leaned forward and whispered seductively, with smoldering eyebrows, "I can't wait to give my own son a good one-on-one talk. I feel this will be our most productive one yet. Don't you agree, baby?" She rubbed her crotch against Caleb's leg and kissed his brow, keeping her hand on his proudly erect cock and flicking down his tip with each finger. Once she removed her lips from his face she smiled at him. It was strange, and undoubtedly arousing; to be looked at by both a mother, and a ravenous, beautiful woman as hungry for you as you were for her. "To be stretched by my own, handsome son," she dreamily admitted, "would be such a great, considerate appetizer for my evening."

Caleb shuddered. They expended a moment of brief hot and bothered silence, then in a flash left the kitchen and bounded up the stairs. Caleb's exposed manhood pointed straight ahead as he pondered over his mother and pulled her hips onto him, grinding it against her ass. She gladly pushed onto him, and he suddenly realized how close his hard-boiled infiltrator was to her wet, moist snatch. And it was surprisingly mushy down there. Was she behaving like this because of how much he wanted this, too? He wasn't sure. Though... remove your ability to hate anything about someone, throw in twice the disposition, and add a mother's level of fondness and that's probably what you'd get.

Or... maybe she was a lot more sexually deprived and dirty in bed than he thought.

Caleb's thoughts quickly collapsed once he realized he couldn't think with his dick out and hard at the same time. All he could think of now was how sexy his mother was, and how her face sent his dick to override every time it pivoted in his direction, smiling. The two of them stumbled through the hallway and into the master bedroom, kissing and making out as she grabbed his dick and looked at it with adulation.

"Son," she breathed out, laughing. Her breath pushed a stray hair over his scalp. "I couldn't believe I haven't asked you to ram your mommy's cunt earlier... my goodness! This cock deserves to be in all women's pussies.. EVERY single one... and it came out of my stomach!" She patted her stomach, smiled, then grabbed Caleb and pulled him into the room, kissing him from the lips down to his neck and across his chest. Finally she reached his manhood. She pulled down his jeans, and kissed the attentive dick before her like it was a cross. "So... proud," she said between slobbering kisses, "of my... so... grown-up... beautiful... boy... and his beautiful beast junior." Grinning lewdly at the last part, Caleb's mother looked at her son with eyes he'd never seen from her, and never would have imagined directed at him.

With the motherly command he did recognize, she pushed him onto the bed and climbed in after him. Her apron fell on the floor as she stroked his dick. Caleb let his head fall back and he grunted as his mom licked his tip. Not a moment afterward, it was in her mouth and she was sucking and dancing her tongue across his hard, long cock with amazing proficiency. His dad was a man to be envied. If she wasn't so strong-willed, she would have been deemed a trophy wife ages ago.

Thinking back, Caleb also realized how she used the word 'stretched' from before, and how she instantly proposed sex like some nympho after seeing his penis in the open. This all meant the normality worked, just as he suspected! To have such wholesome power over society; this was incredible!

That's when he remembered he was now engaging with his mom in a profoundly sexual act... and all because of the watch around his wrist. He gulped. He just hoped it wouldn't suddenly malfunction in the middle of all this. Luckily, as his mom popped her mouth out of his dick, her face was still one of matronly love and affection as she positioned herself upright and removed her dress, slicking it over her body.

"Oh honey," she doted, leaning over to him and placing a hand on Caleb's cheek as she stroked it adoringly, "I love the way you look at me. It's why I love you so much, sweetie. You were always distracted by things -- but only the things you really liked." She giggled, fingering herself after she'd removed her panties. "Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect son." Caleb realized he was looking straight at her soft, luscious tits as she talked, but continued to drink it in. "Do you want them out of this bra?" He nodded, and his mother smiled. "Good choice."

She brought her hands behind her. The quiet unclasping of her bra could be heard. When she let her breasts free, Caleb's dick pulsed even harder. They were glorious.

"Touch them, baby. Touch and squeeze and grab, to your heart's content." His pretty mother put on a faux-serious face, pointing at him sternly. "Mother's orders."

The teen, however, was as rigid as a statue. Sighing affectionately, his mom grabbed his hands and shoved them into her chest as she wiggled into them. Feeling breasts through fabric was one thing. Feeling the warm, soft flesh of a woman's skin making contact with yours? 'Twas a whole 'nother world.

While he squeezed her breasts, she straddled him. Then she leaned towards his ear again, whispering in that potently sexy way. "I can't wait for you to stretch out my pussy to kingdom come, honey. I love a good big penis. Every woman does. But yours has to be the best I've ever seen in my life..." Lifting her face, she grazed her nose against his and rubbed his stomach, smiling. "...though then again, I'm biased."

Caleb emitted broken breaths. He still couldn't believe his own mother was talking this way, to him! It was unfathomable! Inconceivable! Unbearably hot!

"Mom," Caleb grunted, as she rubbed her half-trimmed pussy against his scrotum, "are you ready to be fucked?"

"Yes, honey," she answered, rubbing his chest and bringing her fingers down to the bottom of his shirt as she began sliding it over his back. "Trust me, I'll make it a good experience for both of us."

It was then that a girly voice could be heard outside in the hall.

"Hold on, I think it's in my parents' bedroom!"

Caleb froze, realizing that voice belonged to his sister. A flurry of steps followed, and then halted once they were by the door to the room. He gulped. Then he glanced to his watch. This better do its thing on her, too, he hoped. While he held a breath, his mom pushing on top of him, a few seconds passed and the door finally swung open.

Hazel was at the doorway, entering one foot in. When she looked up, her taut body as ever pleasant to visually undress, and saw the scene unfolding before her, her eyes went wide. When she saw them, she looked from side to side, naked mom to naked son, and for a moment, Caleb was ready to bail. But he knew what he'd seen before. Every time he doubted, the watch proved him wrong. So he just stayed there and stared, hard at her, while his mom caressed his torso, unfazed by the interruption.

His faith was rewarded, and just like in the kitchen, his sister was not impervious. The typically caustic Hazel, or at least what normally would have been in this case, instead of cursing a storm or shouting at them, broke into a soft, wry smile, while she went to a drawer to get the fabled table she'd been looking for. "Oooh, Mom," she said, "you're having sex with my brother. I'm telling Dad."

Their mother smirked as she swiveled her head back to look at her. "Then tell him. He'd probably make Caleb do you too for always mouthing off you know. Oh yes I've seen how you look at her sometimes, honey." She chuckled and kissed Caleb on the forehead again as she guided his hand to her pussy, rubbing it with his. He could feel how hot and moist her lips were. It was not your everyday morning dew and it was driving him up the all with lust.

"Mooom." Hazel looked over to them. "Caleb, you better fuck her so hard that she stops playing favorites," she said this while a curve sat at the corner of her lips, however, "because you're my favorite." She finally had the fabled tablet in her grip as she raised a brow, grinning widely as she placed a hand over her mouth, eyes shifting downward and fixated on a certain protrusion. "Oh my god, bro! Your dick is huge!"

Caleb grunted, though it was more in response to the surreal nature of his situation rather than a yes or no. His sister was going along with the fact that he was about to fuck his mother, their mother... and even freely commenting on his cock? He could've blown his load right there if his mom wasn't gripping it so hard!

"Caleb," said his sister impishly, and he realized she had suddenly approached the bedframe, looking down at him with a slight reddening across her cheeks. "Could... do you think you could fuck me next? I would love a stretched pussy thanks to your cock. Plus," she smirked and poked her brother in the cheek, "you still owe me from last time when I gave you the last chocolate pudding."

Their naked, voluptuous mother laughed. "Figured as much," she remarked. "I would say, like mother, like daughter, but I think it's just the load you're packing, honey." Caleb's hand was now fingering her pussy on its own while she talked. All the while, Hazel looked down at their steadily tangled figures without a care in the world about its implications.

"Oh," his sister rested a hand against him, "and is there anything I could do for your guys' sex together? Anything to get more comfortable? Hm, Caleb?"

He felt his dick tingling with a cavalcade of erotic thrill at it all. Being asked to fuck them, simply because they got a glimpse of his huge penis. And not with a single shred of shame. And wanting it! Sure enough, his perverted self was loving every second of it. He looked at Hazel, who he realized now had her hand lightly squeezing his shoulder, the tablet in her other hand, as her tight legs stood only an inch away from him, and he tried to croak out a response.