Aftercare

Hours later Jacob and Lauren lay in his bed, his most recent load oozing from her thoroughly fucked cunt. Lauren was grinning smugly at his side and running her hands across his chest and his own hand traced small, comforting circles in her back. He was also observing the ceiling in a bout of post nut clarity.

He had just fucked his own sister and yet he was not at all concerned or freaked out. That lack of panic was the source of his introspection. Maybe he wasn't concerned because she didn't much look like his sister? That sounded like the simplest reason and Occam's razor did dictate that the simplest explanation was the most likely to be true. Then what was the explanation for his dick growing so long and thick out of nowhere, what accounting could there be for the sure volume of his loads?

'Fuck it, it was probably magic.'

"Whatchu thinkin bout?"

"Oh, you know," Jacob replied blandly, "this and that."

"It ain't weird Jake-y," Lauren pouted up at him.

Figures, he'd never really been able to hide anything from her.

"No, it is very weird. What's bothering me is how little it bothers me."

Her eyes glittered with happiness, "Gucci, den ah'll be yo numbah one ho!"

She hauled herself over to straddle him and look Jacob in his eyes.

"Whenever you need some suga, you come ta me an give me sum dick! Don' matter when or where!"

That sounded like a deal, but, "'number one ho', huh?"

She grinned up at him, "yeh, you gotta break mom off a piece of dis!" She grabbed his cock for emphasis.

Whatever train of thought Jacob had going was thoroughly derailed. His sister was one thing but his own mom? Could he even do that?

He thought of the woman she was now and felt his dick throb powerfully. Okay, maybe he could.

"ugh, later," He wrapped his arm around his sister's waist and with assistance quickly shifted back to cuddling, with him as big spoon.

"I'm too damn tired for this, good night."

"Night boo!"