Your parents.

Ultimately, if you plan on turning your house into a bordello of incestuous lusts and desires, where no act is taboo, you're going to need the backing of your parents. They set the tone for how the house runs, how people behave and what is or isn't allowed (assisted by your suggestions at times). If you want to change the attitude in your home, you need to start with them.

In the darkness you find yourself, you can feel the presence of your father and you reach out for him. Although space seems to be a tricky thing here, two others can be found nearby and you reach for them too, bringing both of your mothers into this amorphous, undefined space. All three are wearing what they fell asleep in, but you sense rather than know that you can alter their outfits into anything that you desire, warp and wish anything into existence. It's almost like a virtual Motherboard, to mold this unformed world so completely.

You set the scene:

Your dining room at home, a table twice the size of the usual one placed in the center. At one end, you place your father, attired in his best business suit. Along each side, you produce replicas of other lawyers who work at your father's law firm, all men, all in their work clothes as well. You place yourself at the other end, the head of the table, with a suit of your own but a fuzzy face that hides your true identity. This is a business dinner your father has agreed to host, but you are the boss and you are in charge.

You dress your mothers identically, with server mini-skirts--complete with tiny aprons across the front--nylon stockings and four-inch stiletto heels. Both Mama Tara's dark hair and Mama Melanie's ginger hair have been pulled atop their heads in tight buns and a french-lace headband ties it all together. As usual, their tits are on full display.

With a snap of your fingers, you call dinner to order and your mothers rush to serve you the food and drink that has magically appeared in their hands. As Mama Tara leans over to place a steak on your plate, you raise your hand to her breasts and openly grope and knead them while the rest of the table watches, including your father. Similarly, as Mama Melanie fills your cup, you place your other hand on her inner thigh and run it up the silky nylons until you reach the top. Underwear was not included in their uniforms and you can feel her pussy begin to leak as your hands find her most sensitive bits.

After serving you, the two women move down the rest of the table and, after having seen your actions on display, the rest of the men have no fear about touching the beautiful serving girls. As boobs are squeezed, nipples licked, asses slapped and pussies played with, the women begin to lose their composure, falling to the desires that are now running rampant through their bodies. Cunt juices are leaking down their legs and both are breathing heavily, faces flushed. Both pairs of hardened nipples lead the way as they get closer to end of the table.

By the time they get to your father, you know they're not the only ones highly aroused. The men at the table shift uncomfortably in their seats, reaching down to adjust their pants as they keep their eyes trained on your mothers. Even your dad can't hide his erection and he grins stupidly as his wives finally get to him. He doesn't even wait for the pretense of letting them serve him. He immediately grabs Melanie and pushes her onto the table, bending her over so her supple as is pointed back at him. Just as you planned, he isn't going to be content with the actions the other men took. These whorish women are his wives and he's going to fuck them in front of the entire group to make them jealous of what he has.

Showing great dexterity, your father frees his cock from his pants with one hand and lifts your mother's skirt simultaneously. her pale skin shining in the dark room. He doesn't wait at all and plows straight into her pussy, making Melanie cry out in pleasure, her hands gripping the tablecloth in white knuckles. The whole table shakes as he pounds away, the entire meal forgotten and more than a dozen pairs of eyes glued to the spectacle.

With a thought, you have one of the businessmen closest to the action stand up and wordlessly grab his own crotch in a question that was understood, even though unspoken. Broken by his lust and arousal, your father is too far gone to give much a damn about it and he nods furiously, his focus almost completely on fucking his gorgeous wife. The other man fishes out his own cock--generously proportioned, at your insistence--and lines it up with Mama Melanie's face. Without thinking, she automatically opens her mouth and the new dick plops in with no resistance. She doesn't have much leverage to move her own head on the meatstick but the gentlemen obliges by bucking his hips toward her mouth in a rhythmic fashion that time out well with your father's movements and soon, Mama Melanie has a cock either buried in her cunt or in her throat at any given time.

Another businessman stands up and steps in front of your other mother, his own dick already pointing straight at her. Without prompting, she drops to her knees and lays his rod directly between her fat titties, spitting down into her own cleavage to grease the way. She lets the man take control, and soon the tip of his cock is piercing through the top of her cleavage like a whack-a-mole game.

The dam breaks. Every seat empties as the men all make their way to the two sluts at the end of the table, cocks in hand, stroking to make sure they're ready to be used. By the time your father grunts and unleashes his sperm close to Mama Melanie's womb, she's added another two cocks to her collection, one in each hand. As he stumbles away, his dick is immediately replaced by another and the fucking continues. Mama Tara is switching back and forth, servicing two dicks with her mouth while the third continues it's torrid path between her melons. Your father wanders her way, his own penis drooping after his orgasm, and pushes her legs apart until he can crawl between them and attack her dripping snatch with his thirsty tongue.

Watching the bacchanal you've set in motion, you begin to rub your own member, keeping it out of the action until the final moment. Even you're surprised how well all this came together, your parents participating in this dream fantasy so willingly, enjoying themselves as they almost assuredly never would in real life. But after all, it is just a dream, right? What's the harm in indulging in a little sexual deviancy?

Cum flies everywhere, covering your mothers in so much white goo that it's hard to find a dry spot anywhere on their bodies. But there are always more dicks to suck, rub or fuck and the women are more than up to the challenge. When all is said and done, your cock is the last one standing. Waving everyone forward, you have the business men carry your mothers forward--both of them long past having the ability to stand--and place them on the table in front of you. Panting, barely able to focus, they stare up at you with your still erect cock and moan delightedly like the sluts they've become. It doesn't take more than a few moments of pumping your shaft before your own balls begin to boil and you feel your cockjuice begging to be free.

Just before you let loose, you remove the fuzzy mask from your face and you see both of your mother's eyes open in shock. They're quickly closed again however as your semen hits them directly in their faces. Unable to do anything but lay there as you spray them down, you take your time and let your moms really have it, adding yet another layer of cum to their sexy bodies. When the tank is empty, you give a wink to your father, who is also looking at you with wide eyes...and then you let the dream dissolve.