Flashed

This is a continuation of “Flash!” by Giantnut. You can find it here: https://mcstories.com/FlashGiantNut/FlashGiantNut.html

I highly recommend you read it first (a few things will make more sense) and check out the other works from that author.

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Mom

I watch in disappointment as a familiar car pulls into my driveway. The same grey honda that we gifted to them all those years ago.

I really thought we could trust those two… Dylan and Phoebe I mean. They just seemed so ready. Dylan’s mind, though untamed at times, was as bright as a light bulb.

With Phoebe, being naturally gifted in a lot of the more physical areas, we were worried that she would succumb to the social pressure and abandon her studies in favor of partying, but she was responsible. Even enough so to keep her brother in check. I thought by giving them this sense of independence… I could be helping them.

That’s how I was raised anyways. Phoebe inherited a lot of her “womanly” attributes from me; I know what she had to go through. When I was her age, I moved off to college by myself and yeah, it was hard. People offered me and invited me out during finals, but I stood my ground and I became a better person because of it. I became stronger. I attribute my success to my self-control over those years of my life, and I thought I could do the same for my kids.

I see myself in Phoebe and to hear that she and her brother dropped out of school… and didn’t tell us for three months… stealing the money that was supposed to be used for their tuition… I just felt a giant sense of pain. The greatest sense of disappointment that a mother could possibly feel.

So where did it go wrong? I guess it’s partly my fault for not paying for their classes directly, for never checking in, for letting them go too early, I don’t know, for all of it. Somewhere in the middle of it, there’s no one to blame other than the people who raised them. I just wanted them to grow and become independent, the dream of any mother really.

When I found out, I immediately canceled their rent and ordered them back home. I was never the one to punish them, but I had to do something. It’s just bad timing that James is out on a business trip right when this all comes to light, he was always the one to set them straight. It’s okay, he’ll be back soon and he’ll slap some sense into them.

I watched as Phoebe and Dylan made their way to the door. They both looked as per usual. It’s hard to imagine that either of them would have such a change in character development over such a short period of time, but something felt off; I could just sense it.

Between the two of them, I wouldn’t say either were really in charge. Coexist is the word that I would use to describe them. They had a special kind of harmonical relationship. Dylan was the genius of the two. He wasn’t antisocial or anything, but he often got caught up in his crazy and sometimes stupid ideas. He was smart, but it just seemed like he wasted his potential chasing these wild fever dreams. Whenever someone told him to make something, he could do it. He could do it better than anyone his age had the right of doing. But when given his own free reign, that’s when he’d become questionable.

Phoebe was his more social and level headed counterpart. While not a genius, she wasn’t exactly stupid. She was considered above average in schooling, making her a perfectly well-rounded student. Whenever Dylan was up to no good, Phoebe was there to talk some sense into him.

Basically what I’m getting at is, neither of them were really in control of their relationship. They were equals. But, as I watched my children walk to the door of the house that they grew up in, Phoebe looked over to her brother with a sense of… I don’t know? Obediency? Like she was asking him what to do next.

With nothing more to base things off of, I brush it off and meet them at the door. Phoebe was carrying what seemed to be a heavy box of equipment.

“Welcome home,” I said. The pain in my voice must have been obvious since Dylan looked down in shame.

“Hey mom,” he barely built up the energy to spit out of his mouth.

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The kids got settled in just fine. Despite everything that happened, everything seemed normal with these two. Well, besides the obvious sense of guilt or embarrassment that Dylan showed. It’s weird that Phoebe seemed to show such little remorse, as she acted exactly as I remembered when I sent them off to college.

I went over to Stacey’s room, my other daughter. She was about to finish high school this year and, up until now, I had planned on also sending her off to college on her own, but I haven't figured out how this whole thing affects her. Maybe it would make her content to make the same mistakes that her siblings made, or maybe it would scare her of them, or maybe it’d make her too scared of doing anything at all with her life. Take no risks. There were just too many factors. Too many possibilities. I’ll have to sit down with her and James and discuss it all.

“Hey Stacey, goodnight,” I said. Her room was filled with boy band posters.

She looked over at me, obviously bothered by my presence.

“Night mom,” she said, turning back to her phone. She was probably talking to Marcus, her boyfriend of two years.

“Stacey, could I just have a sec?” I ask.

Stacey is a great kid. She is like the poster child of a well behaved athletic blond teenager. I know she’d rather me not bother her, but she’ll listen to me and my authority.

She let out a sigh.

“Gimme a second Mark,” she says as she mutes her phone. “What is it?”

“It’s just… your brother and sister moving back in. Have you noticed something off?” I ask.

“Uh not really. They seem fine,” she says. I didn’t tell her about all of the drama yet. Best to keep things private for now.

“How about Dylan. Does he seem… I don’t know… embarrassed or anything?” I ask again.

“No mom. Like I said the first time, they both seem completely normal,” she says.

“Okay thank you hun. That’s all,” I say. She acknowledges me with a nod and a slight “mhm” as she turns back to her phone.

I head over to Phoebe's room but find it deserted besides a few boxes. She hasn’t even unpacked her things. And it seems that she didn’t bring much over from their college home. I wonder where she’s keeping it all.

Naturally, I head over to Dylan’s room next and find that it’s locked. That’s strange, it’s always been a known rule in this house to not lock doors unless you’re naked. Maybe it’s a habit he gained from living on his own. I immediately knock, only to be answered by some rustling coming from inside.

“Give me a minute!” I hear from Dylan. I hear whispers coming from behind the door. Phoebe must be in there too.

The door opens and I’m greeted to Dylan and Phoebe in their nightclothes, both wearing messy hair.

“Hey guys, what were you doing in here?” I ask curiously. Are they having a secret meeting about all of this?

Phoebe speaks up.

“Uh… I was just collecting some things from Mast-... I mean Dylan. Our boxes got mixed around in the car,” she says.

I look behind her on the bed and see the same box she was carrying earlier, only this time I can see the contents. It seems to contain some camera equipment.

“Oh, I didn’t know you guys were getting into photography,” I say trying to make small talk.

Phoebe seems anxious, but Dylan speaks up: “Oh yeah, I started getting into it a few months back. Uhh.. I’ve gotten pretty good. Would you like a portrait?”

With no reason to say no, I agree. It takes Dylan a few minutes to set up.

“I’m sorry mom,” I hear him mutter, as he clicks the camera. I have no time to ask any questions.

FLASH!

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I woke up the next morning with a mild sense of confusion. I remember Dylan and Phoebe moving back in after graduating college, getting my picture taken, but that’s it.

I walk to Dylan and Phoebe's room; the room that they had shared ever since they were kids. I opened the door and was hit with an immediate stench--the smell of sweat and semen. I looked around and saw my two children cuddling naked in bed, as per usual.

“Morning sleep heads,” I said, trying to wake them both up.

Immediately, Phoebe opens her eyes and turns to Dylan who is just barely showing signs of consciousness.

“Good morning mom. Good morning master, I didn’t oversleep this time” she says as she crawls over to give him his morning blowjob.

I remember when we first decided as a family that whatever happens between Dylan and Phoebe wouldn’t be considered taboo as long as they kept it between them two. It was awkward at first, but over time, it became a natural fact of life.

Dylan opened his eyes to the feeling of his sister--my eldest daughter--licking his dick.

I could do no more than just watch. Looking at Phoebe's naked body, whoever woos her heart will be some lucky guy. Her womanly curves, her large breasts, her perfectly pink “lower flesh.”

Of course, this was all but a normal sight for me, I didn’t feel the need to linger on these thoughts for too long.

“Hey, I rented a movie. Do you two want to watch with me?” I ask.

There isn’t much else to do right now. Stacey is at school, James is still off on a business trip, and I have today off. I might as well catch up on some bonding time with my kids.

“Sure, if Kat- Phoebe is down,” Dylan says.

“OKEE,” Phoebe slurs, her voice muffled with the sound of Dylan’s dick down her throat.

I head over to the living room and they follow soon after, both still completely nude.

I sit on a single couch to the right whereas the kids take the larger, center couch. Phoebe takes a seat on Dylan’s lap, facing him. She grinds herself onto him, Dylan making sure to take a taste of Phoebe's breasts.

“Am I doing good Master?” Phoebe asks as she continues to lather Dylan’s private part in womanly fluids.

“Yeah, you’re doing perfect,” Dylan says with a loud moan.

“Can you two quiet down? I’m trying to watch,” I say. If they didn’t want to watch this with me, they could’ve stayed in their room. I’ve been waiting for this movie to come out for like a year.

Dylan takes me into consideration and quiets down. He pushes Phoebe off of his lap only to hear a soft whimper.

“Master, can I at least suck you off?” she says.

“Okay okay, fine. But be quiet. Mom’s trying to watch the movie,” he says.

It’s slightly annoying and paradoxical how loud he has to be to tell Phoebe to be quiet, but at least I can enjoy the rest of the movie in peace with my kids.

*SLURP SLURP*

I miss this. I know I sent them away, but I missed spending time with them.

*SLURP*

I miss how it used to be, when they were little impressionable kids always eager for family movie night. In the last few years, the house has been more quiet, but their eagerness to watch this movie with me right now is quite nostalgic. With them coming home, it’s almost like how it used to be.

I hear a loud moan from Dylan as I turn over to see that he finished all into Phoebe's mouth. She swirled his seed around her tongue, making sure to give him a chance to see his creation before she promptly swallows and smiles.

“Good girl,” he says as she lays down next to him and coos, placing her head into his lap.

Finally, some real quiet.

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We finished the movie around noontime and the two of them retreated back to their room. Oh, what an inseparable pair they are. I’m glad how perfectly they turned out. They fit together like a puzzle with Dylan in charge.

Just then, Stacey gets home from school and I realize that she’s wearing a rather revealing low cut shirt. I remember in the morning that she left wearing a hoodie.

“Young lady, what do you think that you are wearing,” I say.

She seems to have a moment of realization as she figures out that she forgot to put her hoodie back on.

“What do you mean?” she asks, attempting to appear innocent.

“You know what I mean. You’re far too young to be going out dressed like that. Does your school even allow that kind of outfit?” I ask.

“Well, no one told me otherwise,” she says, realizing that there is no way out.

Dylan walks in and realizes that there is some sort of commotion. For some reason, he is fully dressed.

“What’s going on here?” he asks.

“Look at Stacey’s outfit. Can you believe what she wore to school today? How often do you do this young lady?” I say with a hint of outraged mother in my voice.

“Oh. That’s absolutely unacceptable,” Dylan says. I’m glad I can always count on him to be the responsible one. “Don’t worry mom. I’ll take care of this. Stacey, come to my room so we can have a chat.”

He seems to eye her up and down, probably looking in disgust at her tight, disgraceful outfit.

I’m lucky Dylan is back. To have some help keeping Stacey in line will do wonders.

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STACEY

I follow Dylan into his room where he sits me down on his bed. I prepare myself for a heart to heart talk from my older brother of all people. I love my mom, I really do. I respect her. But to say that I was confused as to why she would hand me over to Dylan is an understatement.

It felt like she was passing me off… like some sort of burden.

“Stacey, do you know what you did?” Dylan asks.

I’m much more comfortable admitting this around Dylan.

“Yeah…” I say.

“How often do you do it? Change clothes for school I mean,” he continues to interrogate.

“Uhh. A few times a month,” I say.

“I love you Stacey, I really do. But you can’t be doing that. You have to save that kind of behavior for the right people,” he says.

It’s kind of weird that Dylan is talking to me about this so bluntly, but I guess I can see what he means.

“I know I have a boyfriend alright. It’s just tha-”

“Oh I wasn’t talking about him,” Dylan says, interrupting me.

“Then who-”

As I turn over to look at him, I see that he has taken out a large camera. Before I can say anythi-

FLASH!

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I wake up naked on the bed with such a migraine.

I see Master watching over me--how grateful of him. I don’t remember undressing, but who cares. As long as only the people within this house sees me like this, everything will be okay. Plus, Master seems to have undressed himself. His erect member points eagerly in my direction.

“Hello again, wakey wakey,” Dylan says. “Do you remember your name?”

“Uhh. Yeah I do. It’s Abbey. Why does Master not know my name?” I ask.

“Nothing, just making sure you remember,” Master says as he runs his hands down my thighs.

“Look at your 18-year-old tits. They look so young. You and Kate get it from mom,” he says as he begins to knead them together.

That’s a weird thing for him to say as we’re always naked in this house anyway.

He brings his mouth to my breast and gives them a kiss, swirling his tongue in circles around my areola.

My body reacts naturally, with my pussy dampening and my nipples becoming more erect with every lick from Master’s tongue.

“Stand up and show yourself to me,” he says. I obey without a word. I stand in the middle of the room.

I have a vague memory of working out a lot, being very proud of my toned ass, so I turn around and squish my cheeks together for Master to see. I hope he likes it.

Just then, the door clicks open.

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MOM

After waiting a few hour’s, I realize things are taking quite some time. I head to Dylan’s room to check in on them. Hopefully, Stacey isn’t giving him too much trouble.

Passing Phoebe’s roo- I mean the guest room, I see Phoebe laying on the bed, patiently waiting.

Hmm… Strange.

I walk over to Dylan’s door and slowly turn the handle, peeking in ever so slightly so that they don’t realize my presence.

I see Dylan sitting on the bed with his camera, completely nude. His erect penis shooting up for some reason.

I turn the door slightly further and I see… I see… Stacey in the nude showing off her butt to Dylan, squeezing it and kneading it as if to give him a show.

I burst into the room with the full outrage of a distressed mother.

“STACEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” I scream.

She looks at me blankly.

“Who’s Stacey? Do you mean Abby?” she asks.

“DYLAN WHAT DID YOU DO?” I scream.

“Master, what is she talking about?” Stacey says.

Dylan turns to look at me, I notice him staring at my figure.

“I’m sorry mom,” he says.

“YOU SHOULD BE. NOW YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHAT’S GOING ON HERE,” I scream yet again.

“I’m so so so sorry. When I got home, I swear I didn’t plan this. I had a plan. I had a plan! I was gonna make you guys all feel normal around me and Phoebe, get some other people to come over, but I was gonna leave you guys alone. I swear” he says.

“What do you mean?” I question, anger still flooding my voice.

“I got carried away. I saw Stacey come home today, and I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry mom,” he continues.

“SORRY FOR WHAT?” I scream, taking a step towards him.

“Sorry for this,” he says as he picks up the camera and points it at me.

FLASH!

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I woke up with the worst headache that I’ve felt in my entire life. I looked around confused and slowly gathered my surroundings.

I was in my room with three other figures. Across from me in the bed, I saw Master, Kate, and Abby, all in a tangled pile of human flesh. My headache starts to clear as I take in the sight before me.

Master is laying down on his back as Abby, knelt down over his legs, engulfs his dick in her mouth. I’ve never noticed how hot Abby’s still teenage body was. She was turning 19 soon, and her womanhood was obvious. She wasn’t as large or curvy as me or Kate, but her perky tits and smaller yet still jello ass made my pussy quiver.

Speaking of Kate, she is laying near Master’s head alternating between making out with him--drooling everywhere in the process--and letting him suck on her large spit covered titties.

I call his attention.

“Master… Master. I’m awake,” I say. My memory is foggy. Why was I asleep? It must be near noon.

“Oh good morning,” he says turning over to me.

Abby and Kate send greetings my way as well, both of them crawling over to me on their knees and giving me a passionate kiss. Still not knowing what’s going on, I share saliva with the both of them, giving me a taste of Master’s semen, which only made me crave for it more. It’s the only thing that makes sense at the moment.

“Do you know your name?” Master says.

“Of course I do. It’s… uhh-” my mind meets me with a blank.

“That’s okay. You don’t need a name, because you’ll just go by Mommy,” Master says.

“Mommy…” I let the words slip out of my mouth. Saying it gives me a sense of obedience and makes my pussy moist. It just felt right.

“Or mom. Whatever feels right... Anyways, growing up, it was hard not to notice you. You always teased me about girls in my grade, but I never cared about them because deep down I knew none of them were as attractive as you. You were always there for me. You cared for me. So for that… I want to offer you something, a choice. What do You want mom?” he asks.

I think for a moment, wondering what such a loaded question even means.

“Uh… I want… I want… you,” I say with uncertainty. It’s the truth though. I want Master so bad.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure. I want Master so bad,” I say, more decisively this time.

“Undress,” he says with a hint of shame in his voice.

“Okay, mommy will undress for you,” I say as he strokes Abby’s long, athletic legs.

“Will you two leave the room for a while? Go eat each other out in the guest room,” he says.

“Okay,” Kate responds. They both giggle in unison as they run out the door hand in hand. I watch their ass’s sway with each hop.

I get on my knees and remove my cardigan. Why did I go to bed in a cardigan?

Then I remove my shirt… then my jeans. This is really strange sleeping attire, especially since everyone in this house is always naked.

Soon I am on the bed in only my underwear and bra… Master takes obvious eyefuls of me.

“This is so wrong… but I can’t stop,” he says.

There’s an obvious solution here.

“Then don’t stop,” I say as I guide his hands to my back. He takes it the rest of the way and slowly unclasps my bra, my tits bursting free after they are freed from their prison.

Master takes a moment and stares at his mommy’s tits. He closes his eyes and lets out a large sigh as he moves his hands forward and kneads my large breasts together… The breast that used to be his lifeline.

Without saying a word, he moves his hand down to my panties, rubbing the surface of my pussy through the fabric. He feels the wetness and rubs it throughout his fingers. He gently pulls on my final garment, and slowly removes it. I maneuver myself to make it as convenient as possible for him.

He discards my panty and pulls me towards him, positioning my pussy near his dick.

“Y’know, when I first took Phobe, or Kate, or whatever. It doesn’t matter. When I first took her, I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed of what I did. It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that I made her mine. After passing that line, it was easy. It made taking Stacey easy. Taking stacey WAS easy. But you’re… my mom. This is different. This feels different. One last time, are you sure you want this? Tell me it’s okay,” he says with an eager sadness to his voice.

I had no idea who the heck he was talking about, but I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

“Master, please, take me. My body is yours. I’ll be a good girl for you,” I say.

Without a word, he quickly picks up my legs and positions the tip of his dick so that it just barely kisses the surface of my pussy. I lay on my back and wrap my legs around his waist, waiting in anticipation.

With one fell swoop, he thrust the entire length of his cock deep into my pussy. I feel his tip hit the back of my inner walls as pleasure rushes every vein of my body.

I let out a loud moan as Master enters me once again, only this time he goes faster.

“I can’t believe this is real. You feel so fucking good,” he manages to let out.

We begin a seismic rhythm of thrusting. My pussy moistens with every repetition.

He grabs my tits which have, until now, been free to jiggle with each motion of our bodies. His hands are a little too firm making my breasts feel slight discomfort, but his eagerness turns me on which more than makes up for it immensely.

Watching Master knead my tits while he rearranges my pussy just seems so fucking right. Nothing in my life has made as much sense as this moment right now.

“You’re my little sex aren’t you,” he says with a pant.

I can’t take it and my pussy bursts as I cum everywhere, though he doesn’t stop.

“Did you hear me? What are you?” he asks.

“Uhhh huhh. I’m you’Re LITTLE SEX ,” I say, my voice shaky with screams.

“How the fuck are you still this fucking goregous mom,” he says as he continues to thrust into my pussy and feel around every inch of my body.

I no longer have the energy to respond.

He moves forward and our lips touch. His tongue sticks into my mouth as he claims what is so obviously his.

His hands reach under me, being squished between the pressure of my large ass and the bed below us. I feel his finger as it inches itself into my asshole.

I feel his cock throb as he shoots his strings of cum deep into the back of my inner walls. He cums into the pussy that he once came out of.

The thought of all of this is enough to push me over the edge for the second time. My pussy seems to clench itself in rhythm with the throbs of Master’s cock, as if I’m trying to manually squeeze each drop of his cum out of his dick.

“Did I do good master,” I say panting.

“Yes . You did really good. And you’ll BE really good every day,” he says, his eyes falling tired.

With one final moan, he lays down on top of me, resting his head in between my tits. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me, but I can tell that Master likes it, so I stay quiet. He starts to drift to sleep with his cock still inside of me, promising that Abby and Kate will both clean my pussy of his cum later.

This is my life, and what a wonderful one at that, I think as I drift to sleep with Master’s face mushed onto my bare chest.

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