Home for a rest

Less than an hour later, the front door to Michael's house... To your house... Bursts open.

Mike rushes inside first, carrying April One in his arms. Your friend is completely naked, and his mother is wearing a schoolgirl outfit that hides absolutely none of her recently-expanded assets. Her thin, fit body is light enough to carry, but her massive tits make for an awkward grip as Mike tries to fuck her and walk at the same time.

He half-falls half-runs down the entry hall, colliding hard with the first thing that gets in his way. It just so happens to be a sturdy bookshelf, which shudders as Mike continues fucking his mother against it. April grunts with the **** of the impact but manages to keep her arms and legs locked around him, a contented smile on her face all the while.

They're still going at it when you and April Two come into the hall, arm in arm. She's still wearing the tiny red dress, although it's a little cum-stained from the gangbang in the food court and the ride home. The shiny material is pulled down off one of her tits, which juts out obscenely.

"They're really going at it," she murmurs, rubbing up against your shoulder. You both stand there for a minute, looking on as Mike humps April One against the shelf. A few books fall to the floor, but the pair just keep going, faster and faster with each passing second.

"They... Might be a while," you finally reply, reaching down to adjust your crotch.

"Really? I know my big little boy has some stamina, but when he's fucking my holes like that..."

Your pants grow even tighter. "My holes..." Damn, that's hot.

"To be fair, this isn't exactly his first nut of the day," you chuckle. "He's pumped so much into both of you that he must be just about empty. Should slow him down a little, yeah?"

With that you guide your current fucktoy toward the stairs, slapping your friend on the back as you pass by. Mike waves you off without so much as a glance, but April One manages to blow you a kiss between thrusts.

You follow April Two up the stairs, grinning as her skimpy dress rides up and exposes every inch of her ass. You lean forward to kiss it, then quickly reconsider. Who know how many lucky shoppers jizzed on that booty after we split up?

"Why don't you take a quick shower, 'Mom,'" you say, reaching out for a quick spank instead. "After that, you can come tuck me in. I think Michael's taking One to bed tonight, so I'll have to settle for Two."

April giggles, swaying her hips even more than usual. "Trust me, John, you won't be 'settling.' How would you like to spend all night with my big, soft lips wrapped around your cock?"

That does sound heavenly, and in that moment you realize just how tired you are. While your chosen April splits off and heads for the bathroom, you strip off your dirty clothes and drop them all over the floor. You live with two devoted mothers, after all, and they never seem to complain when you make a mess.

Worse messes than this, you think, remembering the lazy Sunday that Mike spent jacking off to porn in the living room, letting his cum fall wherever. When the recently-bimbofied Peter got home, he was furious... But April took it in stride, licking up every drop while you and Mike molested both parents.

Soon you're falling back into a mountain of pillows, and then closing your eyes...

...But you awaken shortly after, feeling your soft (but rapidly hardening) cock enveloped by April's mouth. The warm, wet feeling relaxes you even further, and you barely have time to run a hand through her hair before falling back to sleep.

Your dreams are soft and comforting in nature, filled with thrones and feather beds and friendly faces. Occasionally they become erotic, moments of passion breaking through the gentle fantasies whenever you blow a load in April's mouth. Then you go back to drifting through the clouds, at least until the next orgasm.