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"SHARON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" All of a sudden, you heard a crash from the top of the stairs. Sharon quickly jumped off of your face and pulled her spandex up, coming face to face with your angry mother. "Just having some fun with Doug, Lisa! Nothing too bad." Sharon put her hand on Lisa's shoulder, which was quickly shunted off, causing Sharon to step back. Your mom had just finished her shower, but even then, with her bathrobe on, she looked as if she was not to be trifled with. Her firey red hair seemed to glisten in the light of the living room, despite being wet and put up in a bun.

Still on the floor, stunned, you heard your mom yell. "I can't leave you for even a second without you trying to fuck my son?! I invited you here to eat and catch up with him, not fuck him!" Sharon laughed, and went to the kitchen. "Lisa. Calm-d-o-o-w-n. You need to lighten up, have a glass of rose, and come hang out with us! I mean, come on! Look how cute your boy is! It's almost impossible _not _to have some fun with him!" Your mother looked over at you with worried eyes. "I just didn't want you to hurt him. I remember high school, good god, the guys you left high and dry." Sharon laughed. "We're family, Lis! Don't even worry, I wouldn't lay a hand on him." Lisa seemed to calm down; you collected yourself and sat down on the couch. "Don't worry, Mom. I think Sharon was just excited to see me." Your mother shot you a quizzical look, before looking back at Sharon, holding a glass of wine in her hand. "Relax, sis." Sharon said. "Sit down on the couch with us before we start the barbecue!"

Your mother took the glass of wine, snatched it even, before walking over and sitting down next to you. "So, Dougie." She put her hand on your knee. "How was school today?"

"Ah, well, same old. Ashley and I were planning a sleepover in the next couple of days." Lisa took the remote and flipped on the tv. "She's always welcome to sleep here! Ah! No wonder you got hot and bothered, Shar! You were on the hottest damn channel!" Sharon laughed from the kitchen before coming back into the living room with a glass of beer, sitting down next to you. As you sat there, you noticed that Lisa really had gotten the tall and large genes in the family. She dwarfed your aunt by almost a foot, and was at least eighty pounds heavier. Regardless, her figure was nearly impeccable; even in her bathrobe, you noticed her curves hugging tightly around the fur fabric. All of a sudden, you were shaken by your aunt. "HellOoo, earth to Doug! Did you want another beer? Jesus, you can't stop oogling your family members for a damn second! Lisa, these hormones are something else." Your mother laughed, before putting her arm behind you on the sofa. "Yeah, I've done my fair share of cleaning around the house and had noticed, thanks for the reminder." You turned red. Ah, damn. That's not too good. "Oh, really?" Sharon asked, excited. "Did you make Doug clean it up?" "Of course not, he would've been too embarassed!" "No wonder he's so stuffy, he needs some real world experience." You tried to get up from the sofa to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but Sharon tugged you back down. "Ah, ah, ah! You need to listen to this conversation. I'm going to get another glass of wine for Lisa, and another beer for myself." You looked over, and noticed that your mom had already finished her wine, and was looking at you intently. "Now that you mention it, he is old enough to wipe his own ass, he should be cleaning up around his room more." Sharon reassured her from the kitchen, before returning with the drinks. "Don't go too hard on him, it's hard to say no to such a cute face!" Sharon squeezed your side, causing you to yelp. Laughing, she slapped you on the back "Oh come on you big weenie, just have some fun with us!"

Your mom started laughing, before looking at Sharon and nodding in agreeance. Looking over to the kitchen, you couldn't help but notice that your mom's junk had shifted out of her bathrobe. Even flaccid, it seemed to look like the size of a ruler; thick, and laden with veins and light freckles over her foreskin. At the base, she had shaven her pubes in the shape of a square; but her firey red hairs seemed to jump out at you. Sharon squeezed your side again, laughing. "DUDE! You are SO OBVIOUS. Here, let me help you with that!" Sharon grabbed the nape of your neck and **** your face into your mom's crotch. The smell of honey and sandalwood filled your nose, and the warm wetness of her post-showered body felt nice on your face. Lisa yelped, but Sharon shot her other arm out to calm Lisa down. "C'mon, sis! Look, he _loves _it." Any attempts at moving your neck back were shunted by Sharon's strong grip; so, to Lisa, it seemed as if you did like it. Oh no. "Sharon, let me go!"

"C'mon, Lisa, don't tell me you never looked at Doug's ass and got hard. I had one in seconds of me coming in. He's too cute! What if we have some fun with him?"

Your face shoved in her pelvis, you couldn't see much, but you felt your mom's penis start to throb, and her balls start to shift. "I've gone in to tuck him in sometimes after a long day, and thought that his mouth was just so perfect. But he's my son!"

"Oh, you're just as much a square as him, Lis! There's nothing wrong with it; think of it as discipline for some of the stuff he's done. Or just a nice bonding experience between the two of you!"