Kitchen Happenings

Matt strode through the house, dick still out, thrilled to have lived an impossible dream. He got to fuck his own mom, who was hot as hell. Sure, he'd imagined it a bunch of times after watching things on the internet, but the reality of his mother always dashed any fantasies he might have. But now he had done it, although he kinda wished he'd been able to get her to fuck him with those huge tits before they shrank. On the other, hand, she hadn't seemed to really realize what was going on, so really he had done all the work. Matt wondered what else he could do. Was it everyone or just his mom? Probably everyone given past trends, but he had to be sure.

Matt headed to the kitchen, wanting a quick drink after his activities. Clair was there as well, grabbing a plate which she probably meant to stock with snacks. Matt thought about putting himself away before he walked in, but as he was thinking about it she briefly looked up, not acknowledging his free-swinging cock. "Done with the bathroom?" she asked, leaning over to get snacks from the drawer, for some reason doing so from the waist, so her lingerie clad ass was prominently displayed to Matt. Matt appreciated the sight as he walked over the sink.

"Yeah, all done now, in more ways than one," he replied cheekily. He grabbed a glass and turned on the faucet. Water filled his glass, then, defying all physics, the faucet spat some water out diagonally upwards in an arch, as Matt frantically tried to turn off the faucet, drenching Clair completely somehow despite it not having seemed to be so much. As she stood up she threw her wet hair back sexily, shaking her whole body, the lingerie peeling off her and leaving her nude, leaving her somehow dry but completely naked. "Sorry," he said somewhat lamely.

"For what?" she asked, confused, as she lay out the snacks. "We're thinking of watching a movie. Do you want anything?" she asked leaning back over, her now bare cunt thrust directly at Matt. "We've got chips, some cookies..."

"Ah no... no thanks," Matt replied, stuttering. He casually walked over to her and hesitantly reached out, just touching her bare cunt. "I'm good," he added, pressing into her lightly, feeling her wetness.

"Ok," she replied, making no move to stand up or respond to his touch. Matt pressed in harder, sinking a couple fingers into her and moving them back and forth, but she just stood there bent over, apparently still looking at the snacks and thinking if she wanted to add anything else to her plate. Emboldened, Matt put down his glass and moved up behind her, grabbing his dick and pressing it against her, rubbing up and down her slit. "Maybe some chips after all? Do you think Brandon would want potato or maybe tortilla?" she asked, her voice not breaking as Matt, no longer able to hold back, grabbed her hips and slammed into her, a loud smack echoing through the room as he bottomed out in her, shoving her forward slightly against the counter, breasts bouncing from the ****, which she didn't seem to mind.

"Tortilla," Brandon put in as he walked into the room. Matt froze, fully inside his sister, as Brandon walked up, sidling past him to grab some water like Matt was just a little in the way. Seeing him not react, Matt experimentally pulled out and thrust again, making sure there was no way Brandon couldn't see, but he just filled a glass with some water and brushed past again, dodging Matt's swinging hips but otherwise not acknowledging anything. "Hey, do you have those fudge stripe cookies Sam likes?" he asked, casually looking over the table, standing next to Matt and the still bent over Clair as she was pounded harder and harder, loud claps filling the room on each downstroke.

"Oh yeah. They're in the fridge, though," Clair replied, pointing up and to the side from her prone position. "Could you grab some?" she asked, not even trying to stand up to do so herself. Brandon went over and found them, grabbing a few to add to the plate.

"Any preference on movies?" he asked, picking up the plate and heading for the door, as Matt pounded Clair even harder. She was now bent up against the counter, breasts pressed into it and bulging sexily to the side, in a position that should have been painful, but wasn't acknowleded at all, other than with the copious juices lubricating Matt's thrusts.

"Whatever Sam wants," she replied, shrugging upside down. "Maybe she knows something we wouldn't think to watch. We've run through most of our favorites on various date nights."

"How bout you?" Brandon asked, and it took a second for Matt to register Brandon was asking him. "You gonna come watch too?"

"AHHH..." Matt cried, as this situation sent him over the edge, cumming hard into Clair. "Ah.... Ahhh... AHHHH...Uhh... sure, no preference," he gaspingly replied, resting with his dick still in Clair, cum oozing around the edges of his impaled hardness. Brandon gave him a thumbs up and left the room.

"Fuck me," Matt said under his breath, pulling out of Clair's pussy. She awkwardly righted herself, tossing her hair back over her head sexily again as she stood up. She stretched for a second, which did brilliant things for her bare body. As she did, she leaned back, thrusting her tits upward, which made it very obvious they were expanding as she did so. From behind two bit of cloth snaked around, cupping her growing boobs and smashing them together as a black tube top (or maybe 'breast strip' would be better, as it was just wide enough to cover that area) formed. Matt glanced down and saw his cum flowing out of her and to her waist, then stretching downward into a leather miniskirt, with no sign of any remaining below to make panties. A couple drops of cum on the floor flew at her feet and her feet arched as dancing shoes formed on them; reasonably high heels, but nothing crazy. Matt noticed her overall height hadn't changed, meaning she got slightly shorter when the heels appeared. Her face was now lightly made up, with tasteful earnings.

Matt expected her to head to the living room, and was about to grab his water, when instead she reached out, grabbed his still hard dick, and stepped in, raising one leg up and slipping him directly into her cunt, one leg wrapping around his waist athletically, proving her new look had no panties after all. "Are you sure you don't have a preference?" she asked causally as she began thrusting herself on him. Matt was too surprised to respond. "If you let Sam pick it's probably gonna be some kind of Sci-Fi action thing. She has a type," Clair added, still thrusting herself on him steadily, almost mechanically.

"Ahhh, no... no.. I don't ... Mind... oh faster.. I mean" Matt stammered. As he said it, she sped up, trusting on him faster. This only drew more moans from him.

"Alright, if you are sure, no complaints later," she replied, wagging a finger at him in a jokey manner, the gesture only slightly odd as she was thrusting up and down on him at the time. She made no move to get off him and leave, even though that clearly should have been the end of the conversation.

Matt was trying to figure out what was going on. He had thought today was about them no noticing him, but here she was fucking him standing against the table. But she still seemed to be ignoring the sex... Wait, earlier he said 'fuck me', and as soon as she stood up she did! And he said 'faster' and she did!! But she was still taking to him normally, no sign on her face she was pounding his dick into herself.

"Blow me," Matt said experimentally. Clair was pulling up, and instead of thrusting back down, she pulled all the way up and stepped back, then knelt in front of him, grabbing his dick and putting it into her mouth. Matt couldn't take anymore and came immediately down her throat, grabbing her and jamming her onto him. As he came she continued trying to talk around his dick, which was utterly unintelligible but felt great. After a few hard squirts Matt released her and she got up, not a drop of cum having escaped her mouth.

"Come on," she cried, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the living room just like she normally would. Matt dumbly allowed her to pull him along, only stopping to grab his long forgotten glass of water, and to switch her grip so she was pulling him along by his dick rather than his hand, and let her lead him through the house.