A shower, breakfast and new family dynamics.

Smiling serenely, Mary Anderson rose with the coming dawn. Welcoming the start of a brand new day, she snuggled against the warm body lying in bed next her. Oh how she had missed this, having someone to cuddle with when she woke, kiss her good morning and make her feel beautiful and special. Derek had never cared for any of that, typically pushing her away and telling her to make breakfast if she was already awake.

Reaching over she caressed her son’s muscular torso with a surge of motherly pride and giddy arousal that made her feel like a horny teenager again. It felt like her little boy had grown up overnight into a real man. He had a respected job that provided for the family, was an active member of the community, worked with upstanding heroes like Miss Militia and Panacea on a regular basis (nothing dangerous, thankfully) and had been following an effective fitness routine for months (she must have been too busy to notice before)!

Yet as busy as he was now with his new job, he always made time for Megan and her. In fact, it felt like the first time the three of them had been a proper family since Andy… since Andy… “...Your father would have been so proud of you… “ she whispered melancholically.

Something warm and hard slipped under her hand, pulling her from her thoughts as her Biggest reason for seeing him as a man hardened like iron in her hand. God, it was so big! How had he kept this wonderful thing hidden from her for so long?! His old baggy jeans bulged around the crotch even when flaccid. Where he had relieved himself before was a mystery to her since a month ago his room hadn’t been perfumed with the sweet heady musk that now blanketed every room in the house.

She had lost count of how many orgasms he’d given her with this monster. Surely more than she’d ever had without it, she mused, bringing a creamy finger up to her mouth for a taste. Mhmmm. That was a better pick me up than any cup of coffee in the morning.

‘Oh that’s right. Today’s the first day of classes after the break!’ she recalled with a growing smile. ‘Last night Saul asked me to wake him up so he can get to school early!’ Will miracles never cease? ‘That means I can get an early start my~self!’

Quietly she peeled off the sheets from her stark naked body. She might not have been quite as bodacious as the typical heroine or villainess, but she worked hard to maintain her good looks as part of her job, with a pretty heart-shaped face, full pouty lips and long silky brown hair.

It wasn’t long before she was straddling him, her aroused labia trailing wet kisses across her son’s erection.

“Mmmm?” Saul mumbled, rousing from his slumber. Seeing his dear mother-cum-lover wearing nothing but a smile brought a sleepy grin to his own face. “Morning mom.”

“Good morning, sweetie.” she greeted him with a tender kiss on the lips, cooing in delight as he began palming her ass with the arm Megan was not adorably clinging to in her sleep like a great big teddy bear. Awww! She dearly wished she could take a picture but Saul’s manhood sliding against her was making her friskier by the moment. Perhaps some other time.

Motherly curves pressed to sculpted pecs, she had to lift her hips as high as she could to allow Saul to guide the crown of his shaft into the entrance of her own nether regions.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have lowered herself quite so quickly, but imagining how salacious she surely looked with her rump raised in the air was just so ‘embarrassing’ she could not stop herself. The pleasure left her weak in the knees and she fell back even further, which make her legs even more like jello, which made her slide more of him inside her in an orgasmic feedback loop.

When she was lucid once more she was passionately kissing him with her mouth and cervix, and his di- penis all of the way inside her.

“Oh sweetie!” she cooed breathlessly, “Mommy feels so good! You’ve been taking such good care of us! Let me do the work this time. You don’t want to be tired on your first day back to school, do you?”

“We certainly wouldn’t want that. I have a lot of “inspections” planned for today. I can’t leave any girls unsatisfied if I can help it.”

Hearing how seriously Saul was taking his new responsibilities; taking charge and leaving a trail of pretty young girls dazed and slathered in his thick, virile semen, left her body tingling with ‘pride’. Oh! He was just so Manly now, it was getting harder and harder to see him as just a child with each passing day!

Her body certainly agreed, hips instinctively twerking her ass up and down his big fat cock, lewd slurping noises gushing to the primal rhythm of their rutting. Her calves burned but soldiered on, bolstered from weeks of repeated strain and the dangling carrot that would reward her perseverance.

When he finally did cum, riding on her third orgasm for the day which spilled over to her fourth and fifth, her body sagged in bliss and a runner’s high. The pain in her legs melted away to a distant memory, breathing deeply and basking in the afterglow in the arms of her lover, wishing they could stay like that forever-

“‘Ey bro, if you’re done with her, how ‘bout letting me have a turn at that juicy cunt?” a third voice called out blearily.

Such crude words came from the mouth of a young woman that was practically bursting with juxtaposition between body and style.

Short and petite, she would barely stand at 5’3 with her heavy ass kicker boots, making her look younger and more androgynous than most 19 year old girls. Soft brown shoulder length hair that had been bleached and dyed into an explosion of bright electric pink spikes. Fair skin painted with a slew of tattoos: a pair of crow wings on her shoulder blades, a shapely devil girl surrounded in flames posing provocatively on her right arm, a snake winding around her left arm to bite its own tail, on her left wrist a jagged red Anarchist “A” and on the right a stylized “sXe" with crossed swords in the middle. A sweet cherubic face with a pierced bottom lip, nose and tongue.

“Heh! Sure thing sis.” Saul graciously agreed. “She’s your mom too, after all. We can’t have her picking favorites, can we?” Carefully he lifted his mother off of his still hard member, drawing a pitiful whine from the older woman as he easily flipped her around to lay on her back with a leg on either side of the rebellious girl’s head. Crawling lethargically on her belly towards her, the girl nonetheless had a hungry gleam in her eye that brought to mind one of those shambling corpses that she had seen in one of the girl’s videogames.

Briefly Mary recalled how aghast she had been as her daughter first came home with her tongue pierced, two years ago. In her mind, it was the first step in an ever widening rift between the two of them until Saul had laid down the law and helped them find common ground in the bedroom. How ironic that that very nub of metal that she had once despised would bring her such joy now, licking her cootch with increasing vigor.

“Fuck, mom!” Megan exalted, breaking away with with a leering cum-smeared chuckle. “This greedy cocksleeve of yours is fighting me for every drop! No wonder Saul and I turned out to be such big whores when we popped outta such a grungy hole, huh?!” Then promptly went back to feverishly eating out her mother’s jizz filled snatch.

“No~OooooO~! AH! Me-Ganh! Saul JuUUSHT-! Don-AH! You-RAH! Too~OH! ruUUUFFFUUUUUUUU~~-DGE!!” Mary squealed as her daughter mercilessly blitzed her by simultaneously pinching her inflamed clit and spearing her ass with a pair of fingers. Brute forcing another thunderous orgasm from her overstimulated body, Mary’s womb clenched and spasmed, spraying a cocktail of cum directly into Megan’s waiting mouth. Drained in the literal and figurative sense Mary collapsed bonelessly on the bed with a glazed smile.

“Mmmmmmmmhmmm!” Megan smiled and stretched when she was finished, far more energetic than when she first woke. “Damn! I don’t know if it’s all that dick milk you pour into her constantly or some Freudian bullshit mumbo jumbo but fuck if this ain’t the tastiest fucking skank I know!”

“Mphf, language dear…” Mary murmured absently, still sprawled out on the bed.

“Urgh. Seriously mom? We’ve talked about this. It’s fucking dirty talk! It’s a part a sex! You wouldn’t want Saul to have to report his own sister and haul me off’ta jail, would ya?!” she did a good job of sounding incredulous considering she was winking coyly at her brother.

Saul just shook his head at her bemusedly. “I’m still amazed at how easy you make that look. You’re like the vagina whisperer or something.”

“Fuck yeah! Not all of us are blessed with a great big fucking womb splitter to do the heavy lifting like SOME PEOPLE.” she accused playfully. “The rest of us have to master the art of breaking bitches the hard way. I cou~ld give you some pointers bu~t in exchange I want you to write me up a pass to get me into Immaculata for the day. I’ve got a big commish for a corruption comic and those prissy little tarts would be the perfect reference material!”

“Le gasp!” Saul cried theatrically. “My own sister working with “The Man” just so she can defile a bunch of school girls?! Have you no shame?!”

“Shame? What’s that?” she shot back with a straight face, holding out her hands expectantly. “Gimme.”

A scrap of loose paper, a scribbled note and a magical stamp of authenticity later and he handed over Immaculata’s demise. “MwaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa! Okay, follow me.” she instructed, rolling out of bed and taking the time to swat her mother on the ass on the way to the master bathroom. “Up and attem young lady! I didn’t fuck you THAT hard!” Then pulled her brother into the bathroom without even bothering to shut the door as she began bestowing her perverted wisdom.

With an indignant huff, Mary pulled herself out of bed, only grabbing a pair of smart looking spectacles from inside the nightstand littered with vibrators, lube, dildos and beads. She spared a fond moment watching Megan guide her larger brother’s hands almost tenderly around her body in front of the mirror, teaching him the finer points of clitoral stimulation with her own body as a reference.

‘It’s so nice to see them getting along.’ “Don’t forget to wash up you two. Breakfast will be ready soon.” she told them, heading out the door when they answered in the affirmative.

Entering the kitchen and donning an apron she set to work cooking a stack of pancakes, a pot of boiling eggs and a skillet of sausages. Saul himself ate enough for three, which was hardly a surprise given how much and often he ejaculated each day.

“OH FU~~~UCK!!” Megan’s voice howled from the shower, right on cue as if to prove her point. “Okay now just- Ooooh! A little to the left and AH FUCK ME! Don’t fucking stop now! HARDER!! YeSsSsSsSs~!”

Hopefully the neighbors wouldn’t call the police about the noise. Again.

Eventually the two wound down, a few minutes later and so too did the spray of the shower. The two made their way out to the breakfast table, naked, but at least they had the sense to towel off first. Megan was practically skipping, somehow unencumbered by her smaller frame.

They settled in their seats and she ducked down under the table. Just as she suspected, her son’s penis was still stubbornly hard, not to mention dribbling his and his sister’s sexual fluids.

She would have scolded them for their poor hygiene practices, but that’s rather hard to do with a giant dick in one’s mouth.