Morning Texts

William sat up in his mother's bed and answered her.

"Not for Morgan. I need it for tonight, though," he said, "if you save it, could you make something with it? Maybe something baked?"

"I supposed I could," she said, a confused look on her face, "But baking your sperm sounds gross. It's one thing to get your sister to drink it, but using it as an ingredient in baking? It sounds kind of perverted."

"Save it and use it in your brownie recipe," William said, remembering to make it an order, "I have to bring it to a dinner I've been invited to tonight."

"Oh, of course sweetheart!" his mother smiled around the words, "That's such a good idea! I bet it will taste great!"

Then William was left alone. He flopped back down onto his pillow, surprised how sexually exhausted he was. Sexually exhausted. He didn't know if that was a thing, a normal thing, for someone getting as much action as he was, but he felt it. His muscles were sore, as if he was getting a workout. He felt sticky and spent. All he wanted to do was sleep. But the light was pouring in through the window signaling the beginning of the day. His mother had gotten his heart rate up talking about his spunk, so there was no chance of returning to his dreams, not that he wanted to experience the one he had been having. Elements of it were so sexy, but overall William felt unsettled when he thought of it.

So he didn't. Pushing the dream from his mind, William rolled over and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his mother's hair on her pillow. Had she always smelled that great? Maybe William had never gotten that close, or maybe he hadn't noticed it. He noticed it now. He noticed so much now. She was no longer just his mother. She was his. His anything. He could tell her to forget being his mother and she would. She would gladly become his girlfriend, his ****, his wife, his anything. It was dizzying. He felt giddy.

Both Morgan and Christine, too, were in the same boat. It wasn't the same as his mother, though. His sister was hot, so was his boss, but his mother was something special. Maybe it was a fetish he was discovering he had, something that had hidden deep in the darkest place of his psyche, but had now become uncovered. Whatever it was, it was awake, and he liked it. He would conquer many women, but his mother would always be special.

Rolling back to his side of the bed, William reached over and grabbed his phone. 47 messages! Using his thumb to unlock the phone, he began to scroll through the texts. All pictures. Both Morgan and Christine had been busy, although Christine had gone much further. Morgan's messages consisted of just three pictures, in various states of masturbation. She had, as instructed, followed her new bedtime routine perfectly. William knew he would, until he told her otherwise, always enjoy a peep show just before he went to sleep.

Christine's pictures, though...

Forty-four times she had sent him a picture! Each picture in a different piece of underwear, lingerie, or even naked. She posed, she teased, she did her best to be as sexy as possible, showing off her body for William. And she succeeded. He had always know that his boss was hot, but in these pictures Christine went way past hot. She was volcanic. Despite having just had a sexual encounter with his mother, William's penis began to inflate as he scrolled through the pictures.

"Down boy," he chuckled, realizing what was happening and closing his phone after texting a thanks! to Christine. He wasn't sure what the etiquette was for responding to something like that, but he felt he should at least send something.

Then, putting down his screen and swinging his legs off the bed, William decided it was time to get out of bed. He smelled bad, he felt gross, and wanted to clean up. There were still hours before he had to leave for his dinner, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun before he left.