Better plant some seeds in dear mommy too

Why push to tomorrow that which you can do today?

You open the door.

Instead of your parents' bedroom, as you expected, you find yourself in a messy trailer. The kind that Hollywood uses to make fun of trailer park hillbillies. Yet you immediately recognize the luxurious dressing gown lying on the unmade cot as the one you have seen Glynda wear. It always reminded you of the stuff that old-time Hollywood divas would wear in those black and white film noir movies. It also always gave you a boner, even though it revealed nothing.

Instead of a laptop, there is a crappy 14" portable TV precariously perched on a countertop. And sure enough, you can make out Glynda there. For some reason, she dreams of carrying a giant toothbrush in some sort of industrial setting. Man, the women in your life sure have weird dreams. But at least you know for sure that you're inside Glynda or her psyche.

A brief tour confirms the existence of all the same rooms. Her True Image and Self Image rooms are remarkably identical. Her Trophy Room is not much larger than Shelly's, even though she's 29 to her 19. Her Memory Cavern, on the other hand, is a mess. There's water there, dark and murky water, that looks about as inviting as a colonoscopy with a dragon dildo coated in ghost-pepper powder. The dozens and dozens of filing cabinets are two-thirds of the way sunk in. As you peer towards the back of the cavern, you think you make out a black mass of... something. Something that you're fairly certain you want absolutely nothing to do with. Yikes. You're no Freud nor ****, but even you can guess that there is some serious trauma in her past and you should probably let sleeping dogs lie. Perhaps Glynda had a really good reason to marry a wealthy man twenty years her senior, and it might not have had much to do with your fathers' wealth. Would explain how she transformed from a trophy wife into a pretty decent step-mother.

Returning to the Trophy Room, you start digging around, hoping to stumble across something that you could manipulate to your advantage. A voyeuristic moment of watching a girl and boy passionately make out on the backseat of a car. Good, except you turn the couple into siblings. Her memory of curiosity immediately turns into revulsion, so you massage it further, changing it into excitement. A picture showing Shelly and you morosely standing next to Glynda and your father next to some stupid statue. You recall that disaster of a holiday - it had been so bad that your father had forsaken family vacations ever since. So you twist the picture - now you're carrying laughing Shelly like a bride, and Glynda is smiling approvingly at the two of you. Another seed planted.

Returning to the trailer, you glance at the TV on your way out. You immediately freeze on your tracks and take a closer look. Glynda is dreaming of having sex with another woman! And that isn't some pink romance stuff, no, the strange woman is pounding Glynda from behind with a huge strapon dildo, making her sizable bust shake. Hot damn!

You had been content on just tweaking her personality so that she would overlook Shelly's future behavior and any hijinks the two of you might get up to. But now? Now you're aroused. You return to the True Image room. Yup, there's a little cellulite there and a bit of sag here. Easily fixed. The tits are great but will be overshadowed by Shelly's improved endowments. You throw them a little more mass. And maybe a little bit more. Okay, one last mass injection. Yeah, just think of the money saved when they can swap bras! How Glynda will explain her multiple-cup-size growth at her age, you don't know and frankly, you don't give a damn.

You're thinking of maybe adjusting more of her Personality Affecting Memories when an alarm sounds. It's not your phone, so it must be Glynda's. With maximum haste, you evacuate back to the Labyrinth and it's good that you did, for her door vanishes mere seconds after you had closed it behind you.

"And it's a good thing we did because we do NOT want to be in there when they wake up. We barely managed to pull us out of Shelly's mind when we fucked her dream up", you explain. You're again wearing a really nice suit as you sit on the wall of the Labyrinth. Wait, no, you're in the same old jeans as always and you're standing in the middle of the hallway, and-

"Yeah yeah, we know, it'll take some more time. We have to grow comfortable with the Labyrinth again. So we'll depart again, but just remember the advice we told us. No getting trapped inside an awake mind!" You vanish. Except you're still standing there like you were.

That is really fucking strange. It's as if you experience two same but different things at the same time, as if you're split in half yet both halves are whole.

Then there is no more time to ponder metaphysics, as you hear your own alarm going off.

****

Bleary-eyed and partially still in a coma, you stumble into the bathroom, still naked and with your morning wood proudly pointing the way. With a yawn, you open the door, step inside and -

"JOHN!"

Oh shit.

Shelly is standing there in her pale yellow babydoll. The one that you conjured and she subsequently purchased. The cups are tight across her bosom, the hem waving loosely around her hips. She's not wearing any panties, but she does have that matching garter around her right thigh. In that brief moment, your eyes drink in her sexy figure in all of its glory. So much glory to drink in, and to think that in the near future, there will be even more! The babydoll hides almost nothing, acting more like a decoration. A sexy decoration of sexiness.

Then you realize that she's not even trying to hide her pussy with her hands, or screaming profanities. No, her eyes are locked on your dick. Oh right, your morning wood. All eight inches of glory, on full display.

Sadly, she then snaps out of it, as do you.

"Sorry Shelly", you let out as she flips around and you rush back to your room. After a moment, you hear Shelly calling that the bathroom is all yours.

Well, it seems that those seeds were certainly planted well.

At breakfast, Shelly acts as if nothing special happened earlier. In fact, she insists on serving "her favorite baby brother" as she puts it. Glynda smiles happily as she watches you two interact. You quite enjoy being pampered like this, but the short hemline of her gray pencil skirt, that doesn't even reach mid-thigh, distracts you, and the tan nylons over her legs do not help at all. Especially since you checked that she owns exactly zero pairs of pantyhose, meaning that you know she is wearing stockings and a garter-belt under that naughty secretary skirt.

"John, I'll try my best to leave work early so I can pick you up from school", Shelly promises you. "And I'll see if I can adjust my starting time so that I could start driving you to school as well". That would certainly be nice. She kisses your cheek and waves Glynda goodbye as she rushes out while you're still eating.

The school day is as unremarkable as ever, though on occasion you find yourself fantasizing about your classmates. And few teachers as well. There are several interesting candidates. Maybe once everything at home is firmly under control, you'll have the opportunity of finding more playmates. Ah, but better a bird in a hand than two in a bush. Greed will lead to ruin, you think. Better not to dream of future conquests when your first isn't even completed yet.

True to her word, Shelly picks up you after school. Several students give you long glances as they see you climb next to a hottie like her, yet you ignore them. Because Shelly has taken off her jacket and she has unbuttoned several buttons of her sleeveless white blouse. Enough of them, in fact, that you can make out a hint of lace inside, and a curve of pink flesh that makes your mouth dry. As if that wasn't enough, her skirt has ridden high enough, so that the tops of her stockings have become visible.

Next stop: BONER TOWN.

The drive home is both fun and awkward. Both of you try to make meaningless small talk, but it is a doomed effort. She is clearly checking out your erection, while you alternate between checking her tits and her legs. The temptation to move ahead is there, but with an iron will you're surprised to discover you have, you restrain yourself. Shelly isn't ready, she's merely curious. ****-curious. And while a part of your brain is telling you that FUCK THE WAIT FUCK HER FUCK HER, a slightly more sophisticated part assures that the wait will make everything sweeter, and that having Shelly actively seduce you will be thousand times better than rushing ahead now.

So the evening is pure ****. Sweet, delicious ****. Shelly's new hobby seems to be boner-spotting since she does her best to ensure that you have a good old stiffy at all times. She changes from her secretary outfit into "something more comfortable", which turns out to be white socks that run over her knees, red booty shorts that leave very little to the imagination, and a loose off-the-shoulder top. Meaning that not only is your leg fetish being visually entertained, her juicy butt is on display every time Shelly moves, but she can flash you an acre of titty just by shrugging her shoulders.

Yup, it's BONER TOWN, all day and all night.

And through all of this, Glynda merely smiles. "I'm just so glad that you two get along so well", she says.

For dinner, Shelly changes into a white bra and grey tank top. With her bigger breasts, both are working overtime to preserve her modesty. The cleavage is out of this world. Over her legs, she has white cotton thigh-highs with little pink bows on them. And the black pleated mini-skirt seems to be made of anti-gravitic materials, the way it constantly flips up and to the side, revealing her red lace thong. Again she insists on serving you.

You're not sure if you actually ate anything. You don't have a single memory of putting your fork in your mouth.

Finally, Shelly bids you and Glynda good night, kissing you on both cheeks and forehead - which incidentally gives you a magnificent view down her bust, yeah, incidentally, and pigs fly - then traipses off to take a shower. You thank Glynda for the meal and stumble, in complete lust-haze, to your room.

About two pints of sperm later, your mind is clear again. The planting of the seeds worked better than you had dared to hope for.

Now, you need to go for the kill and get Shelly to actually want to seduce you and have sex with you. Because there is no way you can stand this sexy **** for long. And dammit, you want her to want it that bad too!

"Bathroom is all yours, little brother!"

You're not little, as she very well knows. Oh well. As you brush your teeth, you glance at the shower. And then do a double take. Is that?

Yes, yes it is. A handful of blonde pubes stuck on a tile near the drain. Your big sister is all smooth now, now and forever.

You're going to have to jerk off one more time before sleep though.