Mom

-I can't believe she chose her! Over me!-.

You storm down Sierra Vista's bustling shopping street, though “shopping” is the last thing on your mind. Shoe stores, handbag shops, high-fashion boutiques, and perfumeries all blur by as you pass them, not sparing even a glance at their gleaming displays.

-That old witch! Why did she interfere? It was my turn with him, my turn!-.

-Come on, Kim, maybe it's not so bad...- Your sister mutters, sounding barely convinced herself as she trails behind.

-Shut up! This is your fault too!- You whirl around to face her, eyes flashing: -You gave Mom an excuse to keep Tom with her just because you were jealous he peeked on me and not you! Though, who could blame him, with those saggy jugs you have?-.

-Hey!- Tina plants her hands on her hips, making her heavy chest bounce with the motion: -Watch it, sis! And just so you know, Tom loves big tits, and so do I! Maybe that's why he chose Mom! Maybe you shouldn't have downsized, huh? I actually liked them, you know?-.

-My tits are perfect as they are now!- You bark back, voice loud enough that a few passersby glance your way, but you couldn't care less: -And clearly, he likes them too, since he screwed me just two days ago. Has he gone near you since Sunday, hmm?-.

Tina flushes a dark shade of crimson, and before she can reply, your father appears between the two of you, face blank and dull as it has been ever since Mom added a drop of your essence to him.

-Girls, please, don’t fight. I'm sure we can...-

-Take a walk, Dad!- You both snap in unison. He obeys without a second thought, turning and shuffling away. Tina crosses her arms and gives you an exasperated pout.

-You know, I thought with us running things now, the new Kim would be less of a bitch than the old one. Guess I was wrong.-.

-Excuse me?- You step toward her, glaring: -At least I didn't turn my sister into some lezzie skank!-.

-Oh, what, so you have a problem with lesbians now?- She doesn't back down, her sharp eyes locking onto yours, pink lips twisted in a fierce snarl as she inches even closer.

-What if I do?-.

-You're a homophobic bitch.-.

-And you're a fat slut.-.

-And you're a...-.

Before she can finish, you seize each other by the face and crash into a feverish kiss, right there in the middle of the street.

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Back in the apartment, a heavy silence hangs since Kim, Tina, and Dad left ten minutes ago. Kim had been seething, her mood unmistakable as she looked at you and Mom like she could burn you both alive. You're left sitting silently on your bed, mind racing through everything that’s happened recently, torn between dread and a strange, tingling anticipation—half-hoping, half-fearing that Mom might walk in, slip out of her clothes, and climb onto the bed beside you. You're not even sure which part of you wants it more.

But when nothing happens, you finally summon the nerve to leave your room, making your way to the living room. Your mom is lounging on the couch, seemingly relaxed in a striking red bikini as she idly works on a crossword balanced on her thigh.

-What do you think they're doing right now?- You ask, trying to sound casual. She scrawls a few more letters down without looking up.

-Oh, they're fine, sweetheart. Kim'll get over it; you know how your big sister can be.-.

"Do I?" You wonder silently. You thought you did, until Sunday, and the same for Tina and Mom. But now you just stand there, feeling rooted to the spot, your gaze unable to pull away from the elegant line of your mother's neck, the golden hair tumbling down her shoulders, the subtle muscles of her collarbone flexing with every swallow.

-Is... is something going on with Dad?- You manage, forcing the words out.

Your mom pauses, her face turning toward you with a faint, thoughtful frown.

-No.- She says calmly, studying you: -Why?-.

-I don't know. He’s been acting weird since... since we...- You stumble, knowing you can't dance around this forever: -I mean, does he... know?-.

Jessica Harris's mouth parts in a soft gasp, her expression melting into a knowing smile.

-Tom. I can see you're concerned about him, and it's sweet of you. But you don’t need to worry: I promise, he's happier than ever. Sure, I've noticed he seems a bit distant lately, but you know how much his company sends him overseas. He's always working, hardly ever has time to unwind. This vacation is for him too; and right now, he's having a great time with your sisters. Why don't you come sit with me instead?-.

The moment she says it, you feel an odd pull, practically drawn to her, and you find yourself settling in close beside her on the couch. As you sit, you notice something that makes you inhale sharply: what you'd thought was a bikini is actually a set of delicate red lingerie, held together by dainty ribbons on the lace-lined bra.

-Doesn't it seem strange?- She asks playfully, one brow raised: -How wearing a bikini is perfectly acceptable, but a piece like this, covering the exact same spots, isn't? I’ll bet if this were a swimsuit, you wouldn’t be making that face. Or... maybe you would...-.

-Mom...- You exhale her name in a soft moan.

-Don't worry, sweetheart. I’m here just for you~-.

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The strawberry taste of her lip gloss feeds your mouth, as you continue to kiss her again and again, each time trying to pull her lips with yours, until your mouths are **** to separate. Tina's breath flows in your nostrils, her moans fill your ears, her hair slide like silk between your nails.

Fuck, you hate her so much. She's childish, petulant, embarrassing... and so damn hot. Her blue eyes are so sexy, her blonde hair so luscious, and her tits... screw it, you adore them. You forcefully lift the helm of her t-shirt, assaulting one of them with your mouth. Your sister, her back pressed on the wall of the stall, tilts back her head, somewhat halfway between a moan and a chuckle exiting her lips.

-Kim... oh, Kim...~-.

"Say my name. Please, please, say it again.".

-Kim~~~!-.

You bite a nipple with your incisors, making her yelp in pleased surprise. You look up at her, feasting with the distraught expression she's making, who guides you in kissing her again. When you break off the kiss, her lips curl in a naughty grin.

-What?- You ask.

-Nothing, it's just... I feel like I want to merge with you. To sink deep down your skin, until there's no trace of me. I think it's normal, right? Because I love you. But, who knows, maybe we could really do that, huh?-.

You give her a smug smile, guiding her digits to brush against your bare nipple.

-Merge with me? Well, I'm sorry to say that, but this is how much you're allowed to get close to me.-.

-Mmm... can't really say it's a bad compromise...-.

Without needing to say anything else, you both discard your shorts and panties, your glistening pussies revealed to the warm air of the dressing room. Beyond the door, you can sense the clerk who greeted you when you rushed into the shop, and into whom you slapped a little piece of jelly to make him an obedient little ****, so that you could have all the privacy you had, and have, needed.

-It's been how much, four days? And I still can't believe I got a pussy between my legs.- Tina comments out. You rub it with your fingertips, making her sexually groan. Yours, of pussy, is getting wetter and wetter, and even if you'd never confess it out loud, you agree with her on this point. Having a pussy, this pussy, brushing every time you walk, warming every time you go to the bathroom, twitching every time you get aroused... not even Kim's native memories can get you used to it.

-Let's call Dad in...-.

You pause. You look up at her with a frown.

-What?-.

-Come on... it's not weirder than fuck our old body, right? Or each other...-.

Do that... with your father? Your first reaction is to shiver in disgust. And yet, at the same time, as that thrill reaches your groin, it becomes something else, something more enjoyable. You wrinkle your nose: -Eugh, Tina, among everyone; eugh.-.

-Why? Mom has sex with him already, and I don't think she's bothered by it. Indeed, since she stole our brother from us, wouldn't it be right that we stole her husband from her?-.

-But still...-.

-Besides.- She fixes her posture, straightening up slightly and bucking her hips toward you, shuddering as your fingers penetrate her more.

-Think about his big, fat cock sliding in our pussies... those strong hands grabbing our forms... our voices screaming his name... Daddy~~~-.

You clench your jaw, having suddenly found yourself wetter than before. Tina is staring at you with a glint in her eyes that you'd just love to swallow down full.

-Fuck, Tina, you're really a slut.-.

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A subtle moan escapes your mother's lips as you cup her breasts from behind, your lips fiddling with her ear.

-Tom... Oh, my baby...- She grabs your head and turns around to kiss you, satisfying your mouths' hunger for each other's taste.

-I still can't believe it's all real.- You eventually murmur. She chuckles softly and plants another quick kiss on your lips.

-It is, my love. And I'm so, so horny right now~ oh, and you too...- She's groping the bulge within your pants, her finger skillfully working your shaft even if it's covered by both your jeans and your boxers.

-Baby.... would you like me to... suck you off?-.

You gulp, suddenly feeling your throat all dry.

-I... yes, I think I would.-.

She stands up, pulling your wrist to make you do the same, and then lowers down her bra, presenting to you her supple breasts in all their glory. Her hands pinch and knead her skin, twerking her puffy nipples like joysticks. When she sees that you're completely transfixed by the vision, she jumps back on the couch, on all fours, and hastily drops your trousers and pants. Your cock is already hard and pulsing, and you shiver when her cold, dainty fingers caress it. Your mom smiles eagerly, then opens wide her mouth and gives a sensual lick to your head, making you moan in reaction, your mind already spacing out.

-M-Mom...-.

She looks up at you, then focuses back on her task and starts thrusting back and forth, her tongue and cheeks' muscles squishing and circling your size like a pro. With each stroke, she goes deeper, sloppier, until her mouth meets her hand at the base, and you feel your tip going past her uvula and squashing her tonsils.

You don't know how she suppresses her gag reflex, or how you control yourself from ejaculating here and now. Then, delicately, she moves back, your glans brushing its way against her palate, until she ends up with a kiss, sucking and licking it like a juicy popsicle.

-Ah!- She gasps to breath in some air: -Did you enjoy it sweetie?-.

-Wow, Mom, that was...- You don't even know how to describe it. You still remember the sensations of Kim and Tina blowing you, but this time was... something else entirely.

She chuckles, clearly seeing through you: -You know, your father has always been **** to have kids. I had to learn how to... make him more compliant.-.

You gulp, scenarios of your parents together filling your mind, stirring mixed sensations.

-I see.- You murmur.

-But...- Your mother's hand has traveled down between her legs, slowly brushing the soft folds barely covered by her panties: -I think it's time for the real deal, what you do say?-.

You avidly nod and furiously take off all your clothes, while she does the same with her lingerie. She turns around and jiggles her ass at you, spreading it open with one hand.

-Now sweetheart, would you be a dear and fuck hard your mommy's pussy?-.

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-Thank you and goodbye!- The clerk smiles at you, undoubtedly hiding a boner between his legs at your majestic sight, while he hands over your purchase. That top is barely decent, but you needed a decent excuse for all the time in the changing room. As soon as you're out, your sister starts again with her babbling.

-I don't know about you, but I still feel the need for a nice warm cock to fuck my pussy.- She complains. You roll your eyes, knowing she's still annoyed at your dismissal of her earlier suggestion involving Dad.

-Really, Tina, if you're so starving, find some guy to snoop, there's plenty. But girl, it's like I don't even know you anymore. The old you would never have even thought of hitting on a guy, and now it's like you’re always thinking about one thing.-.

Tina shrugs, a self-conscious grimace flitting across her face: -I don't know what to tell you. Maybe it's because she ignored those urges for so long that now...- To your relief, the conversation dwindles as she loses interest, giving you a moment to focus. Finding Dad is your next task: if he's taken your instructions literally, he's likely wandering around nearby.

-Um, listen...- Tina's voice pulls you back.

-What now?- You sigh.

-I... well, yesterday, right before Mom came in, I almost told Tom everything.-.

You freeze, staring at her in disbelief. Tina's expression is a blend of guilt and vulnerability.

-Are you kidding? Without telling us? And weren't you the one who suggested we keep quiet about it in the first place?- You demand, unable to keep the frustration from your voice.

-I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just... I feel bad, you know. You seem to handle this so easily; you're like... well, the old Kim.- She murmurs, looking away. -But I don't feel that way. I know I'm not really Tina, and...-.

You keep watching her, saying nothing, waiting for her to continue.

-I loved her, you know that. I still do. And now I love our brother. And all of this... it feels wrong, sometimes. I thought maybe he could help me make sense of it. But I know it was reckless of me, and I’m sor-

-Tina!- You exclaim startling her, rubbing your temples as frustration builds.

-Look, I get it, ok? You feel guilty, you've drawn the worst body, or something. But, honestly, we have enough on our plate without you adding more drama. So, could you try to hold it together, at least until this vacation is over and I find the asshole who damaged my car?-.

Tina hesitates, searching your face before nodding.

-...Alright. You're right. I’ll try.-.

-There we go. Now let's find Dad and get back to the hotel. I just hope Tom has more common sense than you and hasn’t been charmed by that busty hag.-.

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-OHHH FUCK!!!-.

Your mom buckles her hips and presses tighter your head against her cleavage. With your arm encircling her back, you can feel her muscles jerking and fluttering each time her crotch brushes against yours.

-Mmm, yes, suck them, suck Mommy's nipples like when you were a baby!- She pleads you, lust filling her voice. Your heart is beating fast, just the idea of someone suddenly opening the door, maybe another guest annoyed by the noises, maybe a staff member, or maybe your father, and finding your mom riding you, gives you a euphoria you can barely explain.

-M-Mom, don't scream like that...- You grunt between a moan and the next.

-I'm sorry honey, you're right, but if only you could experience what I'm feeling!- She screams apologetically: -Oh Tom, Tom, you're filling me so right!-.

Your mom saying these words is something that you wouldn't have thought possible a week ago, but now, they only make you want to fuck her harder. As if sensing your thoughts, she twists her torso and leans to the side, allowing you to grab her firm ass cheeks and her to see them wobble every time they slam down on your balls.

Her pussy, oh Jesus, is so comfortable. Her fleshy walls, dilated by the three pregnancies she endured, are wrapping your penis like warm pillows, and they massage and squeeze it with all the expertise of a woman who has two decades of marriage (with your father, you think for a second) on her back. And despite all of this, as you touch her skin, she feels so smooth and shapely, fat only in the right areas and toned in all the others. You still can't believe this beauty is your mom, and that you're fucking her for the third time in four days.

She lets out a moan that has nothing to do with Mrs. Jessica Harris, faithful wife to Robert, loving mother of three, and respected real estate agent; but everything to do with the wild, panting woman who is currently above you.

-Ohhh baby, baby, I'm so close!- She hisses gritting her teeth, her voice almost turned into a snarl in an attempt to tame the instinct to shout.

-Please son, take me from behind!-.

You don't need to be told twice. You flip her around and groggily stand up, managing somehow not to break the pelvic connection with her, and you grasp tight her glorious boobs while you throw in again. You too, soon, will come, but if you pause just for that second to formulate it out, you know it's over.

-I love you! I love you so much!!!- Arrives her growl.

"I love you too! Mom!!!".

Your whole body trembles, your back instinctively straightening up and forcing you to move the grip on her hips, while you desperately increase your tugs.

-Oh Gawd! Kh! God! Oh God it's coming, it's coming!!!- She whines a high-pitched moan and then crumbles on the couch, her form shaking with a striking, dampening orgasm.

This is the last strand for you too. Your cock pulses frenzy, you groan your Mom's name once again, and then start shooting your seed inside of her vagina, until you're utterly spent.

-Oh... honey... that was... incredible...- She pants, managing to turn on her back, your now-flaccid dick screwing out of her dampened womanhood. You sit back on the pillow, your mind dazed by the post-orgasm stun, your eyes hypnotized by the leaked semen dripping on the sofa. You wonder how you will explain those unmistakable spots to the renters.

And yet, even if your libido is lowering down at incredible speed, the sight of your mother's splendid naked form, her milkers like two gorgeous pearls swelling with her breath, still makes your heart quiver.

-Mom...-.

-I know, sweetie, I know. Me too.-.