You get behind it. So does your father.

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Chapter 5

"Mom! Dad!" You hope your parents are home. Maybe they can solve whatever is going on.

"We're in the living room honey" you hear your mother's voice.

"Thank God," you gasp in relief, turning to Mackie...and freeze. A devilish smile is on her lips.

"Did you..." She nods, baring her teeth.

"No help from them," she says cheekily. Quickly you grab her by the arm and drag her to the living room.

There, your worst and horniest fears are confirmed. Your mother, a colorless housewife, squats on the freshly cleaned living room carpet, her arms and legs spread wide, the massive body of your father, previously an ordinary man, behind her.

"Hello, you two" Willow Lynchwood greets you while her ripe breasts jiggle in time with your father's pounding thrusts. Her hair is tousled over her shoulders and her smile is dim and washed out as she tries to focus on her children. "Shouldn't you be in school?" You can only stare at the scene before you. Your father hasn't noticed you yet, is too focused on ramming his cock into your mother with animalistic fury while their combined love juices hang to the floor in clingy strings. Then you see the white powder on the woman's torso whose image you can never banish from your mind.

"What did you do?" you hiss at Mackie. "Mom... is that... cocaine!" But Mackie just giggles, even as you pull her petite body close to you.

"What's cocaine?"

"What is...what else is it?"

"It's flour, honey," your mother moans, her hands clenching into voluptuous fists as her husband works her ass with the flat of his hand. "I wanted to prepare you hnngh... something for dinner but ha... but your father oh..."

"A good wife gives her cunt to the man of the house whenever he asks for it" you hear Mackie speak next to you in a devilish tone. She moves away from you and saunters over to her mother while her ass shakes invitingly under her small pants and she pulls her shirt off her body. You're too weak to stop what's happening.

"I'm so proud of you honey" your mother purrs, holding out her arm while the other begins to tremble under your father's fierce assaults. "Come here..." Mackie, her denim shorts more of a slip than a pair of pants and now only in a bra, her childlike breasts anything but chaste and with pointed nipples under the fabric, leans down to her mother.

"Oh Mommy" she moans, stroking the face of the older (she too seems a few years younger) woman.

"Put tongue in bitch's mouth" grunts your father, sounding angry. He grabs Mackie by the hair, who squeals happily and pulls the women's heads together. "Horny women kiss like whores."

"Honey," moans Willow Lynchwood.

"Mom," purrs Mackie Lynchwood. Then the two's lips meet and there's nothing familiar about their kiss. It's like two paid whores kissing for your father, who rams his cock into your mother's overflowing cunt with even more relish, watching his family's goings-on with a fiery gaze.

You start to tremble and clench your hands into fists. This can't be happening, you think to yourself, but your eyes see your innocent little sister's hands lift and go under her mother's white bra. Seeing the two women makes you angry and sad.

And it makes you horny.

And this makes you even more angry.

You know it's wrong but neither Willow nor Mackie act like family members and both of them are, Mackie always, Willow maybe always, but now definitely, very attractive women.

"Fuck Mom your udders are so gorgeous. Why can't I have udders like you?" gasps Mackie, leaning down and freeing one of her mother's swinging breasts. Almost reverently, her hands place themselves underneath, then she grins, opens her lips, sticks out her wet pink tongue and sucks on the flesh. Your legs go weak at the sight and adrenaline makes your skin tingle.

"Oh darling," Willow hums dreamily as her cunt smacks around her husband's cock. "Yeah, suck me dry. You have nice breasts too."

"But I want them to be as plump and magnificent as yours." Carefully and gracefully your mother raises her arm and pats her daughter's shiny hair as she continues to suck and thrust her tight ass at you in her hot shorts.

"Don't worry darling. You are my beloved daughter and someday your udders will grow as nice as mine." Willow kisses her child gently on the forehead, almost maternally. "Mine Are so big because I squeezed you and your brother out of my tight teenie cunt. Someday you too will... oh... become a woman and have beautiful, big... fuck!... full breasts like me." Her eyes turn to you and you feel the cold in your heart and the heat in your crotch. "You just need to get a... ficking god yes honey... a baby fucked in your... right there... in your fucking!... you belly."

"Mom... that can't..." With a wet 'mmmuah' Macke releases her mother's stiff nipple from her greedy mouth, twirls it with her fingers and turns her head to you as well.

"That's an excellent idea mom" she hums seductively while holding the shivering body of her mother. "But who's going to stuff his stiff, hard thingy up my tight, innocent little cunny and make my tummy go 'bang'?" Her voice is as innocent as you know it but her words... "I'm still an innocent virgin" and her lips twist into an innocent dirty smile.

"Your brother has always...hnnn... helped you in other...ha... ways, hasn't he? Maybe he can..." The two women look at you expectantly. The energy of your father fucking into his wife continues through their bodies, making Mackie wobble under his thrusts as well.

"What do you say bro?" she grins cheekily, but then goes all feminine again. "Will you help me get my boobs round and full and put me a brother sister baby in my belly?"

"Please honey?" your mother agrees with her daughter. "Harold is already making this family bigger. Won't you contribute to it too?"

"I'm all yours brother. You know that."

"Fuck sister. Go!" your father grunts, ramming into his wife so hard that her abdomen is lifted off the ground.

"Mackie... I can't just..." you say weakly, knowing it's no use.

"Yes you can," she retorts, a little angry, a little hazy. "We both know it. You're hot for me. For your little..." she wiggles her butt. "Hot..." her hand goes under the tight fabric of her jeans. "Willingly..." You see the start of her young butt cheeks, the gap leading down to... "Sister..."

You are powerless against it. Your instincts take over.