The Stud, The Wimp, The Son

Penny, your mother, was, without a doubt, a stone cold fox. She had voluptuous green eyes that complimented her curvy figure. Her body was that perfect hourglass shape that remained pristine even after pumping out you and your sister. With a sway of her peach fuzz ass cheeks, she could get any man she wanted in town.

Despite this, she carried herself with an air of conservatism. She was maternal, caring, and had never done wrong by anyone. As far as you knew, she had never strayed from her marriage with Ryan, your father.

Although their relationship was a bit of an unknown for you. Penny would kiss Ryan on the forehead before leaving for work, and Ryan occasionally helped Penny with household chores. But there wasn't much active affection between them. They never said, "I love you," to each other. They didn't cuddle on the couch. They went to bed at separate times.

This made your lust for your mother all the more difficult.

All you could think about, every time you saw their strained relations, was how you would treat Penny like the real, full bodied woman she was. You wouldn't accept a mere peck on the forehead to see you off to work. You'd pick her up, spread her across the kitchen island, and lick from the sweet honeypot that you came from. You'd feed from her drooling tits once more. You'd shove your cock up her ass, claiming a portion of your mother's virginity, before marking her as your property with your cum. You imagined her face drenched in your seed as you rubbed it in with your glistening shaft.

This was all just a fantasy, though.

You couldn't just blurt out your feelings to her, despite your package wanting to send that message any time she wore her tight nightie around. She was far too traditional to handle overt sexual confrontation. This would take a bit more finesse.

However, this is all dependent on how your relationship was going at this point in time...