A Clean Family

POV: John

As John works his eyes open, he cannot believe what he is seeing. Standing in the spot where his 40-year-old, slender, ironing board of an older sister once was is now the silhouette of an astounding Asian MILF.

Her face is still that of Mia: loving, caring, and, more importantly, familiar. Though beyond that, much has changed. What were once slender and sharp facial features that conveyed a sense of serious authority to match the tone of an aspiring businesswoman is now the round and warm face that screams loving motherly charm much more loudly. She is still pretty and cute, but her slightly doughier facial features look to downplay her strong sense of fierce ambition to emphasize her more patient and caring side.

Her once thin lips are now naturally moist and plump. Her sharp cheekbones now hide under a layer of adorably puffy Asian cheeks that look like they were engineered to hold 20% more cum.

Her short hair—which was almost like a Karen haircut—looks very similar from this angle. She has the same straight bangs that she always had, except they somehow look much more stylish. It is only then that John notices she now has two strands of long curtain bangs that frame her feminine face that wouldn’t have been possible with her previous Karen cut. From the back of her head, you can now see that she has a much longer bunch of hair tied back in a thick, messy bun. John begins fantasizing about fucking Mia doggy style while pulling back on her hair, but he quickly notices something he'd rather hold onto instead.

The massive presence of her absolute udders protrudes intensely from her chest. Her upper body is thicker and curvier to match the energy of this new pair of E-cup breasts that put her old A cups to shame. Her once petite frame is filled in with the perfect creamy, mother-like curves. Of course, her lower body is equally as stunning. Her hips shoot outward with a new pair of creamy, MILF thighs, which bridge her round, juicy rear to her slender legs.

He created a reality where everyone was the ideal version of themselves physically, and yet he was not happy with how his sister envisioned herself. To John, this version of Mia—now his biological mother—is her ultimate form.

Suddenly, a surge of memories floods his mind. A childhood that he never experienced after Mia took the family and moved away from "Grandma and Grandpa."

The first night staying at the new apartment with Mia and Sarah was scary. Mia told John that he was now the man of the house—a joke that he mistook as a serious responsibility as a gullible 8-year-old. Mia thought that his seriousness was adorable and hilarious, making the situation less intimidating to even herself. But of course, it wasn't long before their house became a place for John to feel proud calling home.

Like turbulent rapids, the flow of new memories keeps flooding in. Any form of recollection he makes spirals into a saga of thoughts that are all equally new and interesting to him. However, John knows that these memories aren't the whole truth. He has all the memories of this new life if he tries to think of the distant past, but if he begins backtracking his day, he can vividly remember his old reality with his washboard of an older sister.

But none of that “truth” nonsense mattered anymore. John had the power to decide his own truths. And right now, Mia stands in front of him not as his independent and caring older sister, but as the over-nurturing MILF of a mother that raised him into the man he is.

“You two are back from the pool late,” Mia says as she enters the room, unphased by the casual nudity of her children.

Sarah is squatting on the tiled floor with her inflated curves riding her petite frame. With the natural cleaning properties of semen being common knowledge, there was never a need for John to ever freeze Sarah in order to satisfy his sexual urges. Instead, she willingly stares up at John with her cute face turned in an animated expression to convey her annoyance.

"We were back some time ago," Sarah says, staring up the barrel of John's erect member impatiently. "But John here is taking his sweet time with his cum. Can't we just buy the chlorine soap, Mom?"

John almost jumps when he realizes his fist has been pumping up and down the length of his dick this entire time. But neither his mom, Mia, nor his sister, Sarah, seems surprised by this. Sarah even carries a blank expression on her face as she stares straight up at your loaded barrel.

"Don't be impatient, dear. Remember what I said," Mom says as she puts her items down and begins removing her masseuse apron. "John doesn't owe you anything; sharing his cum is a favor because he loves you so, so much."

John's body seems unaware of the absurdity of this situation as he automatically begins to blush as if this was some embarrassing compliment.

"Mooommm," John blurts out as he continues to jerk his dick. What the fuck is happening?

"Be nicer, dear, and maybe he'll be faster. Try to give him a hand."

Hearing Mia tell her daughter to "give me a hand" with my cum is a crazy thing to hear as she begins removing her shirt. As she lifts her poor shirt over her thick, womanly body, she reveals the heavenly yellow curves of her creamy waist. The sight of her stretched, toned abdomen is enough of a sight as she tries to work her shirt over her giant build of her gelatinous upper body. Her exposed bellybutton looks like the perfect shot glass to have Sarah taste John's seed...

As she finally manages to remove her shirt, her bra-clad milk jugs fall free with thunderous ****. As her arms fall to their resting state, the soft tissue of her MILF body relaxes downward, creating creamy love handles for which to latch onto.

"Ughh, fine," Sarah says.

Without any other verbal communication, Sarah cups John's dangling ballsack into the firm grip of her fingers. This sensation causes John to flinch.

"Oh, uhh, sorry," Sarah says as she loosens her grip. She then reapproaches John's testicles with a more delicate grasp. Her fingers traverse their way across his back, sending sweeping shivers down his spine. "Is this better?"

"Uhh, yeah. Lots," John does not know what else to say.

Compared to the hot shower, Sarah's fingers radiate a sense of coldness that tickles John's very core. But still, he cannot keep his eyes away from Mom as she reaches back and unclasps her giant bra. Her milkers instantly drop downwards, falling free from the restrictive hold of Mom's undergarment.

Mia's new rack is an entirely different beast compared to anything he's seen. Everyone's tits are perfect and perky, but Mia's thick body conveys a sense of softness and comfortableness that other people seem to lack. Yes, a pair of perky tits is probably one of the hottest things John could see on a woman. But for his dear sister Mia? A thick pair of mommy milk jugs was a personal preference.

Her thick, puffy nipples and wide areola bob up and down as her body finds equilibrium.

Now completely topless, Mia continues her effort and begins removing her pants. This scene is much more melodramatic, as she has an easier time wiggling her tight pants down her thick booty. Once she works the garment down her meaty thighs, she is able to pull down her panties in the same motion, leaving her unceremoniously naked as she begins folding up her clothes into a neat pile.

John's eyes are able to freely range on his mother's hairy cunt and dumptruck of an ass. To think that this was the same Mia from his other universe—his petite older sister. And now he was birthed from between her meaty thighs.

As she finishes and turns towards the shower, her eyes meet John's giant cock and the pair of hands that fondle his balls with the energy of a lazy amateur.

"Oh, come on, Sarah," Mia says with an eye roll—an exasperated sigh causes her tits to shudder. "You can do better than that."

Mom walks under the stream of the communal shower, the water forcing her bun to fall apart. Her dark brunette hair falls well past her shoulder level.

"Huh?" Sarah says, obviously annoyed. "John is fine with this. Right, John?"

"Uhh yeah," John says. While Sarah isn't really doing too much, the thought of his sister fondling his balls is already a satisfying state. Plus, the part of his brain that grew up in his old reality doesn't want to put Sarah on blast.

"See!" Sarah says, relieved by your backing.

"Oh, Sarah, you know he's just being nice," Mom says as she nuzzles Sarah's hair, her massive tits colliding with Sarah's cute and impatient face. "It's alright, dear; let Mommy handle it."

John did not realize that he had not stopped jerking off this entire time. The shock of the situation has kept his ejaculation at bay, but that peace soon subsided as Mom reached down and brushed away Sarah's hand and gave John's testicles a comforting squeeze—almost like a hug.

Mom then brushes John's own hand aside and replaces it with her own—her delicate yet firm fingers leave a singeing hot sensation radiating deep within his shaft. Her fingers wrap around John's cock with a level of comfort and familiarity—as if this was a task she'd done many times before. In fact, she HAD done it many times before. It's just that the memories are only flooding back to John as needed.

Just like many family showers before, Mia is able to replace the collective might of both Mia and John with an even mightier expertise over his own cock.

Of course, Mia wasn't one to swim, so she rarely needed a dose of John's cleaning agent. However, Sarah and John were frequent poolgoers and thus needed frequent cleaning. She quickly formed an unbreaking chemistry with her son's cock so that she could save them the trouble of buying synthetic cleaner.

"Thanks, Mom," Sarah says with a relieved expression as she can finally get back to waiting impatiently.

As she continues to jerk off John, Mom uses her other hand to begin her own shower—a skill that could only come with years of practice. John's cock is instantly rock hard as Mia pumps up and down his shaft with a thoughtless precision. Her mind is probably absentmindedly reflecting upon her day as she gropes suds across her own tit in one hand and jerks her own son's cock in the other.

John's vision dances around the room, unsure of what to focus on. His voluptuous mother as the water meets her skin and glides down her cleavage like a water slide? Or Sarah's enhanced body rocking a pair of perky DD tits atop her petite 5'1" frame.

Before John knows it, a primal pressure releases from his loins as she shoots a thick spray of her seed over Sarah's unreactive face.

"Ugh, finally," Sarah says as a second rope of cum splatters right in the dead center of her nose, causing just a subtle flinch.

"Sarah, we just talked about this," Mia says with a disapproving tsk—her fingers still wrapped around John's hard cock. "Say thank you to your brother right now."

"UGH!" Sarah says as she begins scooping up John's semen and lathering it across her face, allowing John's spunk to soak deep into her clear skin. "Thank you, John."

A third wave of orgasm squeezes another round of cum out of John's penis and straight onto Mia's chest.

"Oops," Mom says as she tightens her grip on John's dick.

Sarah stares down at the thick goo oozing down her perky tits. Without saying a word, she simply begins lathering her busty lower body with his seed.

"Come on," Mom says. "Don't forget the backside, now."

"Mooommm," Sarah sighs. "Do we have to? This is humiliating."

"Yes, dear. You know the rules," Mia says.

"Whatever," Sarah says. She stands up and leans against the wall, sticking her pert ass out enticingly.

Without further conversation, Mom resumes the craft that she has perfected over her son's cock. Her fingers dance down John's shaft, causing a third barrage of cum to slam against Sarah's ass with tremendous ****.

Mom gives out a surprised and satisfied gasp.

Sarah reaches back and spreads John's cum all across her meaty rear side. She's practically using John's cum to spread her ass wide open for his own viewing pleasure. The innocence of her anus is something John cannot fathom. Her hairy pussy looks perfectly plump to take a cock.

"Don't forget your insides," Mia says.

Wait, what? John is frozen.

"Eww, Mom, can we just not do this part?" Sarah says.

"Well, maybe when you get a boyfriend of your own," Mom says teasingly. "But for now be glad for John, or who knows what filth you'd have all over you."

"This is so unfair!" Sarah protests. "Millie's parents buy her synthetic cleaners at the store!"

"Well, Millie's an only child, and her dad lives out of the country," Mia says. "So, like I said, just be grateful for your brother. Now, were you going to take care of your own hygiene, or did you need me to do it?"

Mom says that last part as a bluff, but Sarah knows that Mia would have no qualms fulfilling her motherly duties.

"Noo, ughh, fine. I can do it," Sarah says, defeated.

She scoops a glob of cum resting at the top of her ass and spreads it between her two main fingers. Taking a deep breath, she reaches back to her ass and begins slowly massaging John's love juice across the outer folds of her pussy.

"Come on, Sarah, that doesn't count," Mom said. "The doctor said you have to start going deeper, remember?"

Sarah just sighs as she slowly inserts the tip of her semen-lubricated fingers into her pussy. She slowly wiggles herself deeper and deeper until her digits disappear and her knuckle bottoms out against the base of her own clit.

Once her fingers are fully submerged into her orifice, John watches as she wriggles her finger around and spreads the cum along her inner wall doing the best to clean the pool chemical from her inside.

"There!" Sarah says with relief as she removes her pointer from the depths of her pussy. A dribble of cum begins to drip out of her lips and down her leg.

"See, that wasn't so bad," Mom says as she releases John's shaft.

"Yeah, yeah," Sarah says with an eye roll as she walks out of the shower's stream, grabs her stuff, and heads out the door as the dribble of cum begins to roll toward her lower thigh.