Tom's POV

You can't believe what's happening to you. This morning your sisters, especially Kim, acted strange, making weird discourses, moody proposals and constantly giving you odd glimpses, the same type that you usually address to them rousing Kim's rage; instead, even if she has kept her sour manners, you have perceived some kind of... flirtiness. But you have convinced yourself that it must have been your imagination: Kim was only cruelly pranking you, Tina woke up a bit carefree, and your mom was simply, uh, underweighting her own words. Instead everything suddenly exploded, your relatives clung to you in ways nor a sister neither a mother should ever do. The ways you secretly have dreamed for years. But it's too good to be true, it's too impossible, too out of character, thus you closed your eyes waiting, hoping, for the alarm to wake you up.

Fluffy lips proved you wrong. Your mother's, your mother's! tongue is creeping in between your teeth, and her breaths are mingling with yours. Your hand is groping her impressive boobs, hers are caressing your back and your chest. Is this what dad feels like? No, it's not, this is just for you; and it's not just mom. Kneeled at your feet, her mouth wrapping your dick, the ordinarily reserved Tina is producing guttural sounds you've never heard in the most hardcore movie; and Kim, the sister who detests you all, after first blowing you is now eating your mom's pussy like honey from the jar. This is all real.

-Mom... I don't... understand...- You munch between kisses. Your turmoil is such that your eyes water; she heeds that and gently wipes your tears: -Don't cry my little baby. I want you to be as joyful as I am. This is what you always wished, so please, be happy.-.

-How... how do you...-.

-Oh, sonny!- She chuckles: -Do you think we haven't noticed how you look at us? How do you want to possess us?- then, murmuring in your ear: -Do you think we don't know what's inside your folder?-.

You turn white. Tina stops her work and smiles at you with complicity, Kim licks her own soaking lips and does the same. Then you feel yourself being laid down on the sofa, your mom placing above you with her blonde hair tingling your skin. By how she is positioned exactly in line with you, you understand what is going to happen.

-Mom!- You panic, you need this, nevertheless you're scared as hell: -You really, you really want it? You're really not mad?-.

-Oh Tom.- She says with a hint of sadness, cherishing her belly and her bosom: -I could never be mad. You don't know what it feels like to wake up every morning and to watch your body slowly age, to see your skin fold, to feel your bones weaken. Your dad... he doesn't look at me like he used to.-.

-Mom...-.

-But,- She sighs, looking down: -but knowing that a young boy like you, the boy I love more than any other in the world, still finds me beautiful, it makes me feel desired again, it makes me feel... sexy.- your eyes meet again and you find yourself breathless, moved and hornier than ever.

-I think you're beautiful mom.-.

She smiles shyly and moves down slightly, but you stop her once again.

-It's just that, mom, I'm... I'm a virgin. I'm afraid I won't be able to please you as you deserve.-.

The tip of your penis touches something warm, something welcoming, that craves you.

-I'm sure you will, baby.-.

She closes her eyes and, finally, she lowers. A soft, clammy cushion progressively envelops your boner. You wail like a kid, while your mom barely parted her lips and moans sensually, first a whisper and then a real groan; until she sits on you, and your member erupts in pleasure.