Your mother, Charlotte

Charlotte stares at the sight before her, her two children made one, Taylor bent in half over the kitchen table and dribbling, you with your dick buried deep in her snatch. Mrs Abbott is already dressed for work, in a flowery dress which hugs her hourglass figure down to her shapely thighs. A long, narrow V stretches down its front, exposing the cleavage right down to the underside of her tits, no bra in sight. She wears such eye-catching attire because she's the CEO of the world's leading fashion brand, which under Charlotte's leadership has monopolised everything from handbags to blouses to lipstick. But not only does she lead the company, she's also quite literally the face of the company, her azure eyes staring seductively out of every billboard, her curvy body the perfect model for new releases. You've never known how to feel, given it's no secret that millions of men look to her as a sex icon.

If Taylor is your flaming hot sister, Charlotte is your centre-of-the-sun hot mum. They actually look very similar to one another, except Charlotte is endowed with even better breasts, a more rounded butt, and waves of platinum hair down to her hips. Add to that her narrow waist, and she looks like the stereotypical bimbo - it's no wonder she got knocked up twice as a teen. But you know she's far from dumb. Her eyes are already deviously calculating as she beholds the situation, and she can be just as manipulative at home as in the workplace.
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Not knowing what to do, you withdraw your slick cock from Taylor's cunt, keeping your eyes on Charlotte for her reaction. Now you're coming off the adrenaline high, a nasty thought hits you; what if your power is somehow inherited? Could your mother be resistant somehow?

To your relief, Charlotte's eyes widen with lust as she catches sight of your still-hard dick. Taylor seems to be slowly recovering, as she smiles groggily at her mother - your cum still seeping out of her snatch, down her legs and onto the stone floor.

With an irresistibly seductive smile, your hot mum saunters towards you, her toned legs brushing against one another as her hips sway. As she places her smooth hand under your chin, your remaining apprehensions dissolve into incestuous desire.

"Your sister looks like she's had fun, doesn't she?" remarks Charlotte with a lazy smile. Taylor nods dopily as you both look at her. "I'm curious what the two of you taste like together. After all, someone has to clean this mess up." Charlotte runs a soft finger across your lips, then kneels between her daughter's legs. Ever the seductress, she starts at the bottom, licking slowly from Taylor's left heel to her knee, up her creamy thigh to the source of the trouble.

"Oh, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, honey," Charlotte groans, swallowing. "You taste amazing..." She slowly licks her lips, then starts on the right leg. As she cleans the cum off your sister, she keeps her eyes on you as much as possible, her eyes devouring you with her tongue erotically extended. The sight is so arousing, your cock hardens even further - however that's supposed to be possible - as you stroke it in front of them. You can hardly believe what you're seeing - Mrs Abbott's policy has always been 'look but don't touch'. Taylor's head falls back to the table with a moan as her mum reaches her opening, and eats the juices right out of her pussy. After twenty seconds, Taylor's whole body is shuddering, and after ten more she orgasms, sending a fresh stream of pussy nectar into Charlotte's waiting mouth.

When she is finally finished, your mother finally stands and turns to you, sucking smears of cum off her fingers. Slowly, deliberately, she looks down at your almost-painfully hard cock, then back to your eyes. "I see why my little girl is so out of it," Charlotte smiles, leaning to whisper in your ear. "Care to show Mom who's the better daughter?"

You almost cum right then to those sensual words, but hold back, clenching your jaw, your eyes roving your sexy mother. Charlotte follows your gaze.

"Oh, silly me," she giggles. "Would you undo me, darling?"

You obligingly stand behind her, your hardened shaft nudging at the crack between her butt cheeks, and pass your hands around her waist to undo the knot that strains to hold the dress over your mother's big breasts. Then you slide your hands up her chest, feeling its swell beneath your fingers, to slide the dress off her shoulders. As it slips down her body, her a smooth, pale shoulders are exposed, followed by a pristine back that arches at your touch. You finish, and your mother lets the dress fall to her feet, her panties quickly following. "Ah, that's better."

It certainly is, you think, looking at her damp cunt. You can't help but compare her to your sister: your mum's tits and nipples are larger, and her pussy lips are more pronounced, but Taylor is marginally more athletic. On the other hand, Charlotte's case 'less athletic' means 'more curvy' and certainly no less erotic.

Your busty mother rolls her eyes at you, tired of waiting. "Oh, honey. Come here and fuck me already," she demands, grabbing your dick. As she leads you by the penis to the far wall, a sudden thought pops into your head.

"But - but what about Dad?" you stammer. Whilst Taylor is between relationships, your parents are still happily married, at least as far as you can tell. Your dad's not bad-looking either, which explains how your sister turned out so hot - but doesn't mean you don't feel bad about seducing your mother to cheat on him. It's not your fault, these powers emerged of their own accord, right? At this point, however, with your mum's sexy body just inches away,{if Futa==true} her breasts rubbing against yours,{endif} you're not sure you care either way.

"I've been fucking him since before you were born," says Charlotte, her breath shallow with anticipation. "But I've known you for eighteen years, and never even mentioned sex. It's about time we got to know each other a little more... intimately, don't you think?"

With that, she stuffs your cock deep into her pussy, and you both gasp with pleasure. Charlotte is not quite as tight as Taylor, but{if Futa==true} that just means she's a better fit for your monster cock.{else} her cunt still holds you firmly inside her.{endif} If it weren't for the pussy juices already overflowing inside her, you reckon she would never be able to hump up and down your shaft as smoothly as she does now. As Charlotte clasps her arms around your neck and closes her eyes, your hips move of their own accord, thrusting balls-deep into her cunt as she descends on you. Your hands go to her thin waist, helping lever against her as you up the pace, your dick throbbing with pleasure.

"That's it," encourages Taylor, her voice the horniest you've ever heard it. She's clearly recovered enough to walk, as now her breasts press into your upper back as she rubs her clit against your bum. "Fuck our mum real good. Fuck her brains out, just like you did to me."

Those words make you consider what you're doing, as Charlotte hums with delight. Why are you servicing these women for their pleasure, when you're clearly the alpha in the house? You give one more thrust, then pull out of your bimbo mum. Her eyes shoot open with disappointment, before you roughly spin her round and shove her face-first into the wall, her tits spilling out to either side of her body as she gasps. Without hesitation, you ram your cock back between her thick ass cheeks and up into her waiting pussy. Charlotte moans into the wall as you pound her, keeping the pressure on her back as you gather her platinum hair and pull her head back.

"Yes, oh FUCK yes, baby," she moans, eyes scrunched up with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, that hurts so good, yes, ohhhhhh..." Your mum shudders in orgasm, but you push through, and somehow her arousal and tension doesn't diminish, only increasing as you keep fucking her.

Releasing Charlotte's head, you slide your hand between her tits and the wall and squeeze as hard as you please, eliciting another orgasm and a particularly loud gasp from your mother. In response as you increase the intensity of your fucking, she bends her knee to stroke your leg with her elegant foot, whilst splaying her arms against the wall, knocking a canvas picture onto the floor but not caring. Meanwhile, Taylor is practically humping your upper leg with her clit, her breasts mashed against you whilst she caresses your chest. You turn your head to meet her lips for a hungry kiss, never letting up on your mum.

Over the thumping of Charlotte against the wall, you suddenly hear your father's voice.

"Everyone having a good morning?"

Shocked, you turn your head to see him stroll through the doorway, a newspaper tucked under his arm. You marginally slow your pace as you watch him pour tea with surprise, but Taylor is totally unabashed.

"Oh, we're just great, thanks Dad," she beams, leaning further against you. Charlotte moans wordlessly in agreement.

"Marvellous." Your dad looks over at your incestuous threesome, and to your arousal, his expression is utterly neutral, as if seeing his son{if Futa==true}-turned-daughter{endif} fucking his wife and daughter was the most mundane activity in the world. Charlotte orgasms again with a moan. "Anyway, I'm gonna head off to work now," he continues. You nod, still pounding your mother's pussy whilst Taylor rubs her naked body against you and kisses your neck. "Have a good day, Abbotts. Don't get cum stains on the table please." With a final nod to you, he strides out the door, as if he had just left a totally ordinary breakfast with his wife and kids.

"God, I love my life," you groan.

"Mmmm, good," Taylor murmurs, mouthing your ear. "Get even hornier for us. Stretch out our mum, do whatever you want, just as long as we can keep doing this."

"Please... faster..." adds Charlotte between moans.

"What did you say, slut?" you say angrily, grabbing her neck and forcing her head right against the wall. Her pussy oscillates in yet another orgasm around your pumping cock, and she rasps a moan. "Because that's what you are, isn't it?" you continue. "You think you're the smart one, but in your heart you know you want to be just another stupid bimbo slut." Both Abbotts moan at your words, Taylor's grinding intensifying. "Here you are, cheating on your husband with your own {if Futa==true}daughter's cock{else}son{endif} - how much more of a slut could you be? Now cum for me like a good bimbo."

At your command, Charlotte cums harder than ever before, her pussy desperately writhing around your cock. You move your hands to grab both her tits as you slam into her one last time, groping those melons for all they're worth, as she screams aloud. Simultaneously, Taylor reaches her own orgasm, shuddering against you and draping herself over your {if Futa==true}soft {endif}shoulder as you feel her juices gushing onto your entangled legs. It's more than enough to make you explode inside your mother, triggering her to writhe wildly, before suddenly freezing, her eyes glazing over.

"Well, Mom," you pant, as Taylor continues to kiss and caress you. "I think you performed very well as a bimbo - so well, I'm going to keep you that way. You always were too good for the rest of your family, weren't you? You never did give Taylor and me the time of day, but now we'll be all you think about. You will become far less intelligent, to the extent that you struggle with three-syllable words, and you'll be obsessed with sex, particularly sex with me; **** with your son{if Futa==true}-turned-daughter{endif} will be your favourite thing in the world. You already have a bimbo body, but since you are still my mother, I'll make you a gift: the hornier you are, and the more pleasure you are in, the larger your breasts and bum will grow, the thinner your waist will be, and in general your proportions will become more and more exaggerated." Then you add the standard behavioural modifications to your mum, making sure she has no inhibitions and total loyalty to you, before waking her up.

Once you've dumped your entire load in her, you pull out and release your grip. Charlotte's beautiful body crumples to the floor, utterly spent, your cum oozing out of her gaping slit.

You walk over to recline in a sofa, satisfied with the morning's work. Taylor slides down next to you, massaging your balls with one hand as she kisses you gratefully. "Thank you - *kiss* - for fucking us - *kiss* - {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," she says between kisses. "You have no idea - *kiss* - how damn hot you are."

Charlotte eventually recovers, and soon joins her daughter in peppering you with kisses and caresses.

"Thank you soooo much for fucking me, baby," she crows, her new, airy voice higher-pitched than you're used to. "It was, like, totes amazing! I'm so lucky to have such a big {if Futa==true}girl{else}boy{endif} to take care of me!"

"What do you think about fashion?" you ask, testing her. "How do you think you should dress?"

Your bimbofied mum looks rather stumped by the question. "I don't know fash-on, much. It's, like, so comp... compli... it makes my head hurt! I just know I want you to see more of my big boobs and my sexy bum." She pouts, looking at you with her big, azure eyes for guidance.

"That's fine. I'll help make your decisions now, Charlotte," you comfort her.

Your bimbo mum's face lights up with joy at your approval. She instantly seizes your head and thrusts her tongue into your mouth, her technique basic but full of unquenchable passion, as you kiss back lovingly.

There you lie, with the two drop-dead-gorgeous women of the Abbott family pressing their tits to each side of you, having fucked both of them stupid. Life at home's sure to be a lot more interesting now, you muse happily.