Morning of a mother with an EDP son

It was a busy morning as always. I’d woken up early to get a head start on things, not throwing on much at all, since I’d doubted my son would appreciate me covering up my titties with multiple layers.

The house was, as always, a mess because of the prior night’s activities. Not that I minded of course, half the fun of having an EDP son was getting to clean up all his sweet little messes for him. A few couches and chairs in need of cleaning here. A few loads of cum needing to be wiped up there. And lots of lingerie and other undergarments from my daughters, strewn about wherever my son threw them, needing to be picked up and washed.

The process calmed me quite effectively, which I desperately needed. The last three weeks had been the most stressful of my life. It had started with my son Isaiah’s diagnosis at the beginning of the month. My poor innocent boy, so undeserving of being shackled by such a life-altering condition as Ejaculation Dependence. And yet he’s been such a trooper.

As I load up the laundry, I think back to that first week after his diagnosis. Oh how worried I’d been! Isaiah’s always been such a shy boy, and the diagnosis only made him more so. I’d tried to bring him out of his shell, tell him that I was completely and utterly on board with whatever perverted desires he had or wanted to try out, anything that would make him happy and able to properly release. But he didn’t budge. When I’d dropped the bomb and admitted to having already peaked at his search history and learned all his fetishes, he only freaked out more. I’d thought getting to know his tastes would make him happy, but it was clear I’d been rushing him too much.

In the end, I can’t help but be in eternal debt to my daughter, Ella, Isaiah’s twin. Unlike me, she had a connection with her brother that had already transcended the familial, prior to his diagnosis. He’d been crushing on her for years, and she was well aware of it, making it a rather easy transition post-diagnosis. It was Ella who’d slowly but surely managed break her brother out of his shell, and because of her I’m able to enjoy the smile of my little pervert boy as he enjoys himself to the fullest each and every day from now on.

And speaking of my wonderfully helpful daughter, it appears she’s already started on breakfast. Having finished all my other morning tasks, I take my place beside her in the kitchen, and begin helping with preparing our morning meal.

“Eggs, bacon, sausage, cinnabons, toast… AND WAFFLES!? You’re really making the whole shebang, aren’t you? And after the feast we already ate yesterday morning? Don’t you think it’s a bit much, or are you purposefully trying to make your brother gain weight?” I ask teasingly, nonetheless greatly appreciating the effort Ella puts into things, as I look over at her.

She’s wearing nothing beyond her undergarments, which doesn’t surprise me. Over the past week, Ella has grown increasingly uncomfortable with the idea of putting on lots of clothes without first getting her brother’s opinion and approval for the day’s wardrobe. I personally find it rather cute, always worrying about her brother’s needs and desires before her own.

And the clothing was the least of it. Just a few days ago her hair had been much longer, until Isaiah proudly told the whole family about his love for shorter hair, abs, and all things tomboyish. Ella and my older daughter Lillian had both been quick to snip their hair shorter and start new workout routines, all just to better fit their brother’s specific sexual tastes.

“I’m just making exactly what Isaiah asked for mom. He said he wants this kinda stuff all week long, as well as his cock stuffed inside a warm or wet hole while he eats, of course,” Ella answers me, continuing to fry and plate waffles in nothing but her underwear.

“Well sweetie, just know I’m proud of you. You’ve been a better sister to your brother these last few weeks than I could’ve ever imagined. This meal is proof of that, as is how much better you’ve gotten at not **** when your brother puts it all the way down your throat. You’re getting really good at that by the way!” I reply happily, rubbing Ella lovingly on the shoulder.

“Fat lot of nothing that I’ve got to show for it,” Ella replies annoyedly, her eyes shifting down the hallway and towards her big sister’s bedroom.

I catch her meaning rather quickly, replying as reassuringly as I can, “Oh honey… don’t worry yourself. Lillian is only getting more attention these past two days because she just got back from college. Isaiah is just all excited about her decision to drop out and become his full time cumdump alongside you.”

As I look back at Ella to see if her worries have been dissuaded at all, I’m interrupted by footsteps entering into the room, soon followed by a loud, “You can say that again mom! Little bro is over the fucking moon with energy today. Nearly broke my jaw with that wake-up bj, and even after he nutted all over me he was still hard as a damn rock,” Lillian states cheerily.

“Language! There’s no need to speak like a low life or yell indoors. You can speak about your brother’s sexual activities in a calmer tone,” I command, still getting used to having Lillian back home from college.

“Yeah yeah mom, I hear you. Now looky here,” Lillian says, pointing to the brotherly cum dripping across her nose and cheek, “Ain’t it an absolute beaut? A real symbol of sibling love, ain’t it? Isaiah is just getting so damn good with aiming these things and making sure they stick. And he even took some nice photos of the load on my phone for me, so I can post them later. When did my little bro get so sweet and fun while I was gone?”

I nod my head in stark agreement, a smile stretching across my face as I reply, “You look gorgeous sweetie! It matches so well with your goth aesthetic. Dropping out to be a full time cumdump-sister was definitely the right choice, it suits you.”

I don’t need to look to my side to sense Ella’s conflicted feelings. She wants to find a reason to yell at her elder sister, but nonetheless can’t help but appreciate the beauty of a good Isaiah cum facial.

Nonetheless it seems she’s found a reason to reprimand her sister as she states, “Keep your damn chin up Lillian. It’s all gonna drip off immediately if you keep doing that. Don’t you know by now that Isaiah likes us to wear his facials all day long, so that they can cake and dry? You’d think a full time cumdump would have the basics down by now,” she scoffs.

Surprisingly, Lillian doesn’t play into her little sister’s attempt to start an argument, instead just maneuvering on over to Ella, before lovingly hugging her and rubbing her cum-covered cheek directly against Ella’s face as she replies, “Thanks for the suggestion little sis! You really are such a pro at all this, aren’t you? I’m so glad to have you alongside me. Us three siblings need each now more than ever.”

I can see Ella beginning to blush, probably from both the unexpected affection, and from the pure enjoyment she feels from getting some of her sweet brother’s cum onto her nose and eyebrow.

Before I can lean in and try getting some of said cum onto my own face, however, I am interrupted by the entrance of the most important boy in the world. As usual, Isaiah’s lower body lacks any sort of pants or boxers, just completely winnie-the-pooing it as he casually jerks himself off while walking.

Ella bolts out from her sister’s grasp almost immediately, lunging over to pull out a seat at the table for Isaiah, as she excitedly asks, “So… ah… what’s the game plan for today bro? You decided on who’s doing the breakfast cock warming? Cause I’d be happy to if there’s no volunteers! Cause in that case I’d be the only volunteer. And in that case I really deserve to have your cock in my mouth… please?”

I watch as Isaiah casually grips directly onto his twin sister’s crotch, rubbing her panties as he gives her a quick peck on the lips, before taking his seat and replying kindly, “Oh sis, I would love to have your lips around my cock, but that will have to wait,” Ella’s eyes almost look like a puppy dog as Isaiah continues, “Cause right now what I really need is a nice tight ass in my lap. Can you hop on up here and help me out with that, Ella?”

I laugh teasingly as I watch Ella begin tapping her feet excitedly, before eagerly hopping her way on up and into her brother’s lap at the kitchen table. I suspect her panties will soon be down her leg and a shaft plunged deep up and into her while we all eat.

“I know you’re all probably hungry, but I’m sadly gonna need all hands on deck during this meal. Ella will be here putting her holes to some good use in my lap of course, but I’ll also need you to feed me my breakfast Lillian, and mom… how about you get those shorts off and bounce that ass around while I eat. Eye candy is always an important part of a balanced breakfast,” Isaiah explains casually, making it abundantly clear me and his sisters aren’t gonna be eating breakfast anytime today, besides probably swallowing a few nice creamy cum loads.

Nonetheless, I couldn’t be happier. I push my thumbs into the waistband of my jean shorts, I pull down, I lean over, I hear Lillian feed a waffle bite into Isaiah’s mouth, I hear Ella plunge down onto her brother’s morning wood, and I continue my morning with a smile spread across my face…

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