A natural calling.

Suddenly, a ringing breaks through the slobbering noises.

"Oh crap, it's Heather." Jessica eyes her cellphone screen and picks it up, giving Mom an apologetic look. The older woman is appeased, however, and as she returns to the stove she wipes her butt with her hand and sticks it into her mouth licking it clean.

"Hey Heather! Girl, what's up!"

My attention is once again drawn to Jessica, who is now laughing into the phone. Her best friend Heather, a hot brown-haired volleyball player, is on the line. They always liked poking fun at me, which typically I didn't mind. But here I decide to spin that into an incentive for mischief. I wave at Jessica to get her attention.

"What is it?" she asks with detachment, tilting her phone away and looking at me.

"Who is that?" I ask her, bending reality to her explicit unawareness.

"My girlfriend, idiot." Jessica quickly looked at Mom. To her relief, the woman is still cooking, humming some tune to herself. We lock gazes once more as Jessica adds, "You already know."

I give her a nod of confirmation and let her sit back and resume chatting with her new girlfriend, Heather. This goes on for a few seconds before I get bored by their convo about the latest girls' film and cute clothes for the summer and choose to spice things up.

Under my breath, I whisper, "I wish Jessica and Heather would start having phone sex, and that Jessica would masturbate shamelessly while they do so."

Suddenly, Jessica takes her other hand and buries it between her thighs, pushing against her skirt. She moves it hard, up and down across her pussy before finally sticking it inside and spreads her legs to start casually masturbating. She smiles coyly into the phone as she stares into the ground, her hand efficiently tending to her snatch.

"You know I love dirty talk," she utters sultrily, barely audible even for me. It's clear what that means, regardless of whether or not you knew the context.

As usual, I decide to make no one notice anything off unless I wish them to. Somewhere I think my subconscious has placed that effect as a result of my inner preference, and likewise, my mom returns to the table and flops an egg onto my plate without showing any display of shock at her masturbating daughter, whose leg was now riding up the back of her chair as her head pressed against the wall.

"Yess. Yess, baby, yess! Ohhh Heather! Heather, you slut! My slut!" she says, breaths harried.

This is great, and the tent in my pants is massive. I look at my mother and say, "Mom."

"Yes?" she turns.

"Show me your right tit, would you?"

"Sure thing, sweetie," she relocates the spatula to her other hand as she pulls her already low-cut top down to show off her wonderfully hefty boob. "Like this?" I nod and she smiles. "You used to suck on it all the time, you know."

I nod, giving her a thumbs up. Then I snap a finger, and her boobs expand a size larger. My mother looks down at it, and after a thought from me, wiggles it in her hand a little. Then she pulls her top back over it.

After another smile at me, she leaves, saying something about using the restroom. I watch her 'BAD' ass drift away when another voice breaks through my fixation.

"Yees yesss YEESS!" As my sister begins to have her climax, I compel her to start recording herself on video. Taking her phone out of her ear, she opens her camera and swaps it to her face, then clicks record. "Yeess!!" she screams, looking determinedly into her phone's camera lens. "Look at me, ugh, shiit! Look at me fucking myself silly!"

As she pulls her skirt down to show her hand frigging away at her now naked pussy, situating her phone camera over it, I look at the time, and realize it's about time to get going. I get my backpack and prepare to head out.

Except, I suddenly remember I don't have to go to school if I don't want to anymore. I stop, my feet upon the welcome mat below just before the door, and peruse my aisle of options.