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Whole Famn Damily Ch. 01

By: oedipal



Abstract: Two days before his sister's wedding, Paul awakens to find all the women in his family transformed into hyper-sexualized versions of themselves. The whole family seems to be living a waking fantasy as sexual tensions escalate and taboos disintegrate. Contains elements of sci-fi/fantasy, incest/taboo and group sex.

Essential Dramatis Personae:

Paul: Narrator. 26-year-old graduate student. Second of four children.
Anthony. 28-year-old civil servant. Oldest of four children.
Ted. 24-year-old lieutenant in the US Army. Youngest brother.
Cassie. 22-year-old private in US Army. Youngest child. Getting married in two days.
Elaine. 55-year-old housewife. Mother of the bride.
Austin. 60-year-old attorney. Father of the bride.
Bridget. 27-year-old attorney. Cousin of the bride (mother's side). Only child.
Liz. 52-year-old teacher. Aunt of the bride (mother's side). Widow. Elaine's sister.
Allie. 56-year-old housewife. Aunt of the bride (father's side). Austin's sister.
Jake. 25-year-old publishing assistant. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Older of two.
Mark. 19-year-old student. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Younger of two.
Mack. 58-year-old financial consultant. Uncle of the bride (father's side).





Chapter One

Something wasn't right. I'm not sure how I knew, but from the moment I woke up that morning, three days before Christmas, I knew the world was off. I felt detached: my brain was clouded but my thoughts clear. I felt as though I were walking on air. The world around me wasn't entirely real. When I blinked, the world shimmered, shifted, for but a fraction of an instant, just before my vision disappeared.

So perhaps I should have been prepared for what happened when I went down to the kitchen. But I wasn't.

My mother was at the stove, cooking breakfast. My aunt sat at the table, a mug of coffee in one hand. Normal enough, right? Except my mother and my aunt bore no more than a passing resemblance to my mother and my aunt, as I knew I should remember them. They were different women, with only a few core features similar enough for their intended identities to register in my mind.

My mother wore thigh-high leggings and a steel gray dress. Her ass was practically hanging out as she leaned over the stove. Her ass was big and round, but relatively firm. You couldn't fit her cheeks in your hands. Yet her waist was much slimmer than it ought to have been. Her heaving breasts were obvious even from behind. I'd never considered my mother an unattractive woman, but this woman was built from lustful dreams.

She wasn't really my mother. There was no reason to feel guilty about the rush of blood to my loins then. Could I help it if this woman who had my mother's hair, height and little else was rapidly arousing me?

Aunt Liz looked even less like her true self. My aunt was in better shape than my mother, but the woman who was sitting at my kitchen table was in better shape than most teenage girls. She wore a tight floral pattern t-shirt and even tighter mini-skirt. Her skin was firm, her age suddenly reduced by a decade or more. A noticeable bulge extended forward from my mesh shorts as I took in the transformed members of my family.

Even stranger was that neither my aunt nor my mother appeared aware that they looked different, nor of the raging hard-on I was sporting. We ate breakfast, talking about plans for my sister Cassie's wedding as though everything were normal. 

I shamelessly stared at the both of them, but that also went unnoticed. I couldn't figure out what was going on, or what the rules were. If I could get away with sporting an erection and staring at them, what else could I get away with? 

As I ate my eggs and tried to build up the courage to figure out the answer to that question, my sister and my younger brother came down the stairs. My brother looked about the same as usual, perhaps a bit more built. My sister was a bit different, but not as much as my mother and aunt were. Of course, she was young and beautiful to begin with. In fact, the over-sexualized version of her (if that's what these were) pretty much only differed from my sister in that her complexion was fair as crème and perfectly smooth, and she was a touch slimmer.

She wore tight black shorts and a red tank-top, both clinging quite tightly to her voluptuous figure. She was not as full-figured as mom, nor as athletic as Aunt Liz. She was a dark-haired fair-skinned hourglass with lips that had me ready to drool.

And somewhere in the last ten minutes, I'd decided not to even think about how guilty I knew I should be feeling. My sister actually still looked a good deal like my sister, but none of this felt real anyway.

My Aunt Allie and my cousins were due to arrive tomorrow. I wondered if this strange dream would still be going then, and if I'd get to see a sexed-up version of my other aunt, or if reality would have restored itself by then.

My mother reminded my sister of all the chores she had to run that day, my sister "yeah, yeah, yeah"-d her, and to all appearances it was a normal morning at my house. But I did notice my brother was as aware of the changes as I was. He too could not stop staring at the women of our family, although he was being more discrete than I'd been earlier. Perhaps he hadn't figured out that I was seeing it too.

After we finished eating, my mother wasted no time in convincing my brother to drive my sister to the mall and wherever else she had to go to run her errands. My brother sighed, looked as though he were about to complain, and then swallowed his thoughts when my mother stared at him. Her appearance was drastically different, but this version of my mother could lay a silent guilt-trip every bit as well as my actual mother could. My aunt volunteered to go with them, though whether it was because she thought my sister needed help or just wanted to be a part of the preparations, I couldn't have said.

After they left, my mother told me I should go make sure my older brother was up. She had separate errands for him to run too, and she didn't want him putting them off all day. Knowing my brother, it would take him a couple of hours to fix himself breakfast (he wouldn't eat anything my mother made without a lecture about how bad it was for you), get dressed, and actually leave the house.

As I climbed the stairs to my brother's room, I heard my cousin's giggling coming from inside. I stopped and waited a few moments. Anthony and Bridget were always closer than any of the other cousins, except maybe me and Jack. But there were friendly sounds and then there were friendly sounds. I didn't think my brother had just told a particularly good joke.

I knocked on the door. After a few moments and some hushed whispers I couldn't make out, my brother asked who it was.

"Just making sure you're up. Mom says you should have breakfast and so on, she wants you to go pick up your tux and so on before too long." 

"How soon?" he asked.

"No later than noon," I said. A full two and half-hours away.

He made a loud huff. "Whatever. I'll be ready."

More whispers.

"Why don't you come in? We're just hanging out," Bridget said.

Now that was weird. My brother never wanted to include me on anything, and it sure sounded like they were busy doing something they wouldn't want interrupted. But my curiosity won out over my better sense, and I said okay and opened the door, curious to see not only whether my cousin had changed the way the rest of the women in the family had but whether there were telltale signs of their "hanging out".

Yes and no. Bridget did not look her normal self, but neither was in a particularly obvious state of disarray. 

But my cousin was not exactly dressed for hanging around, watching tv in her cousin's bedroom. She was dressed for the bedroom though, that was for sure.

She wore a tank-top, panties, thigh-high stockings, and a heels. Like my sister, she looked basically like she usually did, but a little more toned, and her complexion was perfectly clear.

My cousin had always been thinner than I liked my women, but she was undeniably a beautiful woman. She lacked the curves the rest of the women in our family had. I doubted if she was a B cup. But she still looked pretty appealing sitting there half-naked, one slender thigh crossed over the other, a little peek of her panties showing.

Anthony, like my younger brother Ted, was a bit fitter than normal but otherwise looked pretty much the same. He was only wearing his boxers.

The television was turned to the news, telling me they'd obviously quickly changed the channel. Or had been watching a dvd. My cousin was into current events, but not my brother. Being informed never seemed as important to him as being tan or being fit.

"Anything new in the news?" I asked with a straight face. 

"Man, why the fuck you think they call it the news?" my brother said. "Dipshit."

"True," I said. I think my brother actually believed I was being serious.

I sat on the floor and watched the news. My brother sat next to my cousin, his arm behind her on the bed, but not quite touching her. They asked me what everyone else was up to, but didn't really pay attention to the answer before my brother broke off into a story about something his roommate had done last weekend that was apparently very funny, although why it was so humorous was lost on me.

After a minute or two they began whispering again. Sitting only a few feet from them, I still couldn't entirely make out what they were saying. But I did catch Bridget saying, "oh, he won't care, I guarantee you."

My brother didn't argue, but neither did he ask me if I minded whatever it was they were talking about. A moment later, I had my answer, as my brother produced a joint, lit it up, and passed it to Bridget.

Well, fuck it, as long as we're being open. "So what were you really watching?" I asked after they both started giggling at nothing in particular.

They stared at each other in silence.

Bridget pulled the remote out from under the pillow. "Just this," she said, and turned the dvd back on.

The screen went blue as she changed to the input channel before the movie came back on. Then a woman in nothing but high-heels filled the screen, as two guys filled her. Bridget turned the sound down low so we could barely hear the woman moaning about how she loved being double-fucked.

"Funny as hell, isn't it?" Bridget asked.

"Yeah," I said. But despite the giggling a few moments ago, neither was laughing.

I could tell from where I was sitting that my cousin was getting a little wet. And suffice to say, my brother appeared to be enjoying the movie too.

"You don't mind? This isn't too much for you?" my brother asked. His hand, meanwhile, crept its way across Bridget's thigh towards her crotch.

"Just because I watch what I say around the family more than you doesn't mean I'm straight-edge," I said. "Some people know how to be discrete."

My cousin laughed. She spread her legs apart ever so slowly, allowing my brother easier access. "That's good," she said. "Discretion is definitely key." One hand made its way towards my brother's shorts, the other slid up her shirt and teased one of her rapidly hardening nipples. "I told him you could keep a secret. If you couldn't, he'd have been disowned by now for any number of reasons, I'm guessing."

She was right, although fucking members of the family was one of few crimes my brother had committed that I was keeping to myself. But that was obviously about to change.

Bridget puller her slender knees up to her chest and slid her panties off. She kicked them at me and they landed on my head. She giggled, but the giggle quickly gave way to contented moans as my brother pressed his palm against her mound and worked his fingers inside her.

"Mmm," she said. "Are you just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to show me what you can do with that tongue besides snap witty lines at your brother?" she asked.

I sat in shock for a moment as she got to her knees, her ass just about hanging off the bed, and took my brother's waiting cock into her mouth from the side. Just before his eyes rolled back inside his head, he gave me the thumbs up and then pointed at her bare ass.

Okay, okay, what the hell. Obviously none of this is entirely real. Why should I feel awkward about it? There was a sexy woman aiming her pussy at me, begging me to service her, so service her I would.

My thumb accidentally brushed her asshole as I worked. Around my brother's cock, she managed to mumble a sound of surprise. Clearly welcome surprise. My brother, guessing what had happened, wasted no time in reaching behind the bed to his desk and pulling out a bottle of lube without his cock ever leaving Bridget's seemingly expert handling. He handed it to me over her back.

I placed a few generous drops on my fingers and began fingering Bridget's ass with one hand, the other working her G-spot while my tongue worked her labia and clitoris. Judging by the muffled sounds she made, she enjoyed it greatly.

Apparently my brother enjoyed the moaning. He grabbed her hair and bucked his hips, thrusting into her mouth. She didn't complain or try to withdraw. It looked as though she took every last drop, because when she came up from his lap smiling, she was clean.

"Your turn," my brother said. "You've never had head like that."

He was right. I sat on the bed and presented my cock to my cousin, and she showed me skill I'd never seen. She started out slow, teasing, running the very tip of her tongue up and down the base of my cock before easing the whole length down her throat. She toyed with my balls with the backs of her nails as she worked. Every so often, she would take it all, her nose rubbing against my trimmed pubes. But mostly she worked the sensitive head, using her lips and tongue in equal measure. I was heaven.

My brother, meanwhile, was in her pussy. All the way in. And smacking her ass every few thrusts, which made her moan contentedly on my dick. 

Shamefully, I didn't last even a minute. Anthony was right, I'd never had head half that good. Of course, I'd been with maybe a quarter as many girls as my brother, but I'd still thought I knew what a good blowjob was. I realized now I only knew what an okay blowjob was.

Bridget slid me out of her mouth, her lips never leaving my cock until they met at the tip. "Mmm. You boys aren't afraid of getting a little closer are you? I always wanted to try two at once."

Who was going to say no at this point?

"You're on the bottom, bitch," Anthony said.

Bridget shrugged and shoved my shoulders, toppling me onto my back. She laughed as she straddled me. Taking my rapidly hardening cock in her hand, she gave me a few pumps before guiding me into her slit. She was unbelievably tight. Well, perhaps not unbelievably, since she was a good deal smaller than any girl I'd ever fucked before. But it sure felt amazing. It took her a few seconds to get all the way on. She smiled ear to ear and leaned forward, giving my ear a playful nibble. "I'm going to milk you dry," she said. "Just lay there and let your brother do the work."

I wasn't going to argue.

A moment later, I felt my brother's legs against the outside of mine. As she worked his way into her lubricated ass, I felt the pressure against my dick, nothing but a thin membrane separating us.

Bridget lost her breath. My brother waited a moment for her to recover before working up his rhythm. With each thrust both me and Bridget shuddered. She was biting her lip so hard I thought it would bleed. She dug her nails into my shoulders, and I'm pretty sure I did bleed. But the look on her face made it clear that she loved every second of it.

It was an awkward sensation physically, to say nothing of the mindjob of having my brother's cock separated from mine by a thin part of my cousin's body. But it didn't take long to get caught up in it. I would've expected to last longer my second time, but the whole experience was different, so wrong, so overwhelming, I couldn't control myself. Within another minute, all three of us got off.

"Wow," Bridget said. "Just wow."

"We better go shower. Why don't you make sure mom isn't looking for us," my brother said. Without waiting for my response, he took Bridget's hand and led her out into the hall towards the bathroom.

Whole Famn Damily Ch. 02



Story so far: Two days before his sister's wedding, Paul awakens to find all the women in his family transformed into hyper-sexualized versions of themselves. The whole family seems to be living a waking fantasy. Paul and his older brother have just had sex with their cousin bridget. Contains elements of sci-fi/fantasy and incest/taboo.

Essential Dramatis Personae:

Paul: Narrator. 26-year-old graduate student. Second of four children.
Anthony. 28-year-old civil servant. Oldest of four children.
Ted. 24-year-old lieutenant in the US Army. Youngest brother.
Cassie. 22-year-old private in US Army. Youngest child. Getting married in two days.
Elaine. 55-year-old housewife. Mother of the bride.
Austin. 60-year-old attorney. Father of the bride.
Bridget. 27-year-old attorney. Cousin of the bride (mother's side). Only child.
Liz. 52-year-old teacher. Aunt of the bride (mother's side). Widow. Elaine's sister.
Allie. 56-year-old housewife. Aunt of the bride (father's side). Austin's sister.
Jake. 25-year-old publishing assistant. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Older of two.
Mark. 19-year-old student. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Younger of two.
Mack. 58-year-old financial consultant. Uncle of the bride (father's side).





Chapter Two

While my brother and Bridget showered, I cleaned up and went downstairs to see what my mother was up to. She asked if Anthony was up, and when I said he was showering, she didn't ask any other questions such as why it had taken me so long to figure out if he was up yet. Which suited me just fine, as I realized I didn't entirely remember the answer. Just as I knew this world wasn't quite real, the memories formed within it apparently didn't take a very firm hold, because it took me a few moments to recall that I'd just had my cousin straddling me, riding my cock, while my brother fucked her ass.

Mom she just told me to hang out for a bit, that once she talked to Anthony and made sure he knew everything that needed done while he was out besides picking up his tux, she was going to ask me to help her make decorations.

I don't know why, but I was sort of surprised that the hyper-sexualized version of my mother was still around. In the back of my mind, I had assumed that this dream state was cooked up by my subconscious to address the fact that it had been a long time since I'd last gotten laid. Having just fucked my cousin, I would have expected the fantasy world to recede. But it had not. My mother was still sporting a figure I suspected was biologically impossible, with breasts close to the size of her head and an ass to match, but a waist I could have fit in my hands. The gray hair she'd started to get was gone, her mane jet black. Her skin was as firm and smooth as her daughter's. Her every movement caused a reaction in my pants. That body would have demanded attention in any clothes, but the flimsy dress she wore not only left a lot of delicious skin exposed, but swished to and fro across her hips and ass cheeks liberally as she moved.

My thoughts were broken as Anthony and Bridget came down the stairs. If mom noticed the guilty smiles on their faces, she didn't let it show. She just launched into her spiel on what had to be done. Big surprise, Bridget volunteered to go with Anthony, leaving me home alone with mom.

We went into the living room and set about making paper flowers to decorate the community center. She sat right next to me on the couch, one thigh pressing up against mine, and leaned in very close to show me how to make the flowers, her breasts inches from my hands.

Unlike earlier this morning, I couldn't be sure whether she noticed me staring lasciviously at her or not. A few times she paused in the middle of relaying the instructions, looked me in the eyes with a hint of a grin, then continued.

This was crazy. I didn't know what had changed, but for whatever reason some members of the family seemed to be caught up by it while others weren't. I allowed myself to not feel guilty about fucking my cousin because she had initiated it, and was clearly as subject to this fantasy within the waking world as I was. But there didn't seem to be any indication that my mother was, and yet here I was contemplating how to make a move.

Still, why was she looking at me like that? It hardly seemed like an invitation, but she never grinned awkwardly at me in that way.

As I worked on the flowers, I leaned closer to her, until before long I had one leg propped up on her thigh as I worked, my arm brushing against her left breast. She offered no objection, nor did she make any attempt to move away. As I finished the first stage of assembly, I handed the pile to my mother. 

When she took the flowers from me, I decided to lean in and kiss her. Not as a son kisses a mother, but as a man kisses a woman. She didn't react at first, neither recoiling nor returning the kiss. Then she kissed me back, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her full lips were soft, lush, and I was in heaven. I repositioned myself, sitting sideways on the cough, and slid one hand up her thigh. Her skin was soft, but there were thick muscles underneath giving them beautiful shape.

At last she pushed me away. I waited for her to demand to know what they hell I was doing. But she didn't. It was as if it was perfectly natural for me to act this way. "We have to get these flowers done, Paul. There are a million other things that need to be done in the next couple of days, we can't fall behind."

That was it. No mention of how wrong it was for a son to be feeling up his mother as they made out in the living room. Just the no-nonsense "we have work to do" tone she would have used if I'd asked if I could go hang out with my friends.

"I know," I said. "I know."

She ran a finger along the bottom of my jaw. "Everyone's busy running errands, and won't be back til later this afternoon. If we finish these quickly enough, maybe there'll be a reward for your hard work." With that, her hand trailed down from my face, over my chest, lightly across my crotch.

Well, if that wasn't an incentive to work hard. "Well that first part went pretty quick. I bet we can have them all finished long before everyone gets home." I gave her another kiss, lingering enough to savor it but not as though I were trying to do anything but sneak in one kiss.

Mom glanced at the flowers in her hands. "That was pretty quick. It took me a lot more than twice as long working on these by myself last week."

I dared a quick kiss against her neck, just below her ear. She moaned softly, rolled her head to the side. "Mmm. Well, then let's hurry up and finish. I'd like to have these done and woven into the lace and ivy within an hour."

"No problem. It'll be done in a half hour, just watch."

She laughed. "Is that so?" Her hand went to my crotch again, but her touch wasn't so fleeting this time. She rubbed her fingertips up and down against the fabric of my jeans. "Well if you manage that, I'll let you have me any way you want me."

That said, I moved down the couch to avoid the temptation of diving on my mother while I worked. Attaching the other layers of petals went even faster than the first round, inspired as I was to be as efficient as possible. It was tedious and repetitive work, pushing the green plastic stem through the paper cutouts, but I built up a rhythm soon enough. All I had to do was imagine it wasn't a plastic stem going into a paper ring but my stem parting my mother's eager flower petals.

But weaving the flowers into the ivy and lace proved more difficult than I'd imagined. I kept close watch of time, and realized pretty quickly that there was no way I was going to honor my boast. At the rate things were going, it wouldn't be hard to get everything done within the hour my mother had wanted, but there was no way we'd make a half hour. She hadn't specified what reward that meant I'd get, but something told me I wouldn't be able to do all the carnal things to her that I was imagining as we worked.

I was about halfway through my second strand of lace and ivy when I realized I was doing them wrong and had to start over. I was crushed. As it turned out, when I finally finished the last strand, the whole job had taken just a bit more than an hour.

"Well that's the last one," I said. I resisted the urge to remind my mother of the deal none-so-subtly by glancing at my watch.

"Yes it is. Thank you very much," my mom said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Nope. Although, the added motivation to finish early helped." I tentatively placed my hand on her thigh, gauging her reaction.

"Yeah, it did," she said. "I'd have to agree with that." She slid her thigh up on the couch and the dress rode up her leg. I could almost see her panties. "Too bad you didn't get done sooner. I was actually looking forward to seeing what you would do with the blank check."

I caressed her thigh, moving my hand inward in concentric circles. At first, my fingers only grazed her mound, but as they moved closer I began massaging her vulva through her dress. "It so happens I might be willing to show you nonetheless."

She arched her back just so. "Mmm. I don't doubt that you are. But who knows how much longer your father will be out, let alone your sister. We're going to have to make this quick and save the rest for later."

Later? That took some of the sting off the refusal.

Mom got up, took my hands in hers, and pulled me up from the couch. "Let's go," she said, and led me by the hand into hers and dad's bedroom.

I couldn't resist the urge to slap her ass as we walked. I was mesmerized watching her cheeks sway, her hips roll, as she walked. That airy little dress was as hot as lingerie. As I expected, her cheeks jiggled lightly on impact. I wanted to shove her up against the wall, spread her legs apart with knees, hike her dress up to her waist, and ravage her from behind right there in the hall. But I didn't have my blank check. I could only imagine how it would feel to have those glorious globes of flesh cushioning my every thrust. Bridget was a beautiful girl, and she did give head every bit as well as my brother had promised, but she didn't have the curves on her this sex goddess in front of me did.

As my mother eased open the squeaky door to her bedroom, my thoughts strayed just long enough to wonder if whatever had come over the house worked outside. Clearly it didn't just effect me, given what I'd walked in on with Anthony. Was Cassie giving my younger brother road-head while Aunt Liz fingered herself in the backseat? Vice-versa? Were they both crammed in the front seat, with his cock in one beautiful mouth while the other pair of lips pleasured his balls?

There would be time to wonder about the limits of the fantasy bubble later. Just then, I had more pressing matters to attend to.

Once I walked in the room behind her, my mother spun on her heel and shoved me none too softly backwards. I pressed the door closed behind me with my back. Mom pressed one hand firmly against my abdomen, kissed me firmly, then dropped to her knees without ever moving her hand.

I stood back and let her do her job. She unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down with her free hand. She peered up at me through her unnaturally long and lush eyelids, licked her rosy lips, then devoured my cock.

She was not as expert as Bridget, I was disappointed to discover. By no means was she inept. But Bridget found the perfect balance between deep-throating and teasing my head, never lingering on one method of pleasure too long. I wasn't sure any woman could rival her. My mother's tongue-work was skilled, to be sure, but she was a bit too aggressive, never teasing me enough to built the blissful tension that Bridget so effortlessly created.

Perhaps that was why I had enough clarity of thought to feel a wave of crushing shame and guilt.

Or perhaps the guilt was already building before she started, and that was why I didn't feel like she was as amazing.

One way or the other, I was enraptured, frozen in ecstasy too pure to truly contemplate putting an end to it, but at the same time my stomach was turning as I thought about what was happening. She didn't look like my mother, but she sounded like her, at least while she was explaining how to make decorations. The woman on her knees in front of me, eagerly servicing me orally, may not have worn my mother's guise, but there was no mistake that it was my mother and no one else.

I loved it. And hated myself for loving it. 

Which somehow only made it more exciting.

Having already blown two loads that day, it took a long time before I shot a stream of sperm down my mother's throat. I was almost surprised I even managed to muster up another ejaculation, but I wasn't complaining. In fact, it only meant I got to savor the blowjob longer.

I lifted my mother up by the shoulders and took charge the way she had earlier. I half-led and half-forced her over to the bed before gripping her shoulders firmly and spinning her around. I then slapped my hands over her hips rather firmly and used my thumbs to pressure her into bending over. All the while she gave little squeaks of approving surprise. Once I had her bent over, her arms stretched across the bed with a fistful of quilt clenched tight in each hand, and no sign of resistance anyway, I slowed down. I wanted to enjoy this, even though I knew we had to be quick.

My hands explored her thighs and her ass. Her body defied belief, so extreme were her curves. She wasn't as exaggerated as a cartoon, but about as close as I'd ever laid eyes on. Her big, round ass gave nicely beneath my kneading fingers. But she tensed her cheeks at one point, and I swear a walnut pressed between them would have cracked.

By this point, she was good and wet, and I could smell her sex wafting up between her legs. I wanted so badly to taste her, to kneel before her and gently part her petals with my fingers before licking her stamen until I tasted her nectar. But I couldn't forget the time constraints. 

I also wanted to find out what it felt like to fuck her in the ass, despite having just realized she could easily break a walnut if she squeezed hard enough. It would have to be the tightest hole I'd ever been inside. But again, I'd ruined my opportunity to take her any way I wanted her.

A dark circle engulfed the better part of her panties, I discovered after tearing them away. I held her round hips like handles, lined myself up behind her, and pressed my helmet against her waiting lips. Slowly, I worked in the tip, then another inch or so. But the gradual approach died there. She was more than adequately lubricated. I thrust all the way to the hilt, eliciting a grunt from her.

A hundred images of all the different positions, styles, and speeds I would love to experience with my mother filled my head. Too bad there was no time. 

I savaged her, pounding her pussy mercilessly. Her ass cheeks rippled against my thighs. Were it not for my firm grip on her hips, she would have collapsed onto the bed. But not because she didn't want it. She pressed back against me as best she could, more or less timed with my thrusts. But I wasn't going easy on her. I was overcome with lust, fueled in part by the guilt of knowing that my cock was reveling in the tight grip of the same canal through which I'd entered the world. I was also mesmerized watching her ass. Bridget might have my mother beat in the oral sex department, but I'd take this slab of ass over my cousin's trim and athletic form any day.

I felt thick, sticky liquid trickle slowly down my shaft and collect on the top of my sac. My mother was cumming, and quite a bit. I, on the other hand, was completely empty from earlier. I was too aroused to lose my erection, but I doubted sincerely that I would cum again. I just kept fucking my mother with reckless abandon. Eventually, I felt her walls pulsing, squeezing against my shaft like a vice. I decided that was as good a time as any to change positions.

Mom toppled forward on the bed. Sweat coated her neck. "Oh my. That was unbelievable, Paul. I can't remember the last time I had sex that good."

I climbed onto the bed beside her, leaned in and nibbled on her ear. "Well there's plenty more where that came form," I said. I rolled onto my back and held my glistening rod up proudly with one hand, beckoning her to impale herself atop of it.

"Mmm, I don't know, honey. I think you just wore me out. Besides, I think we're both going to need to shower before everyone gets home, and it's already getting late."

Just going to have to save the rest for later, I guess.



Whole Famn Damily Ch. 03



Story so far: Two days before his sister's wedding, Paul awakens to find all the women in his family transformed into hyper-sexualized versions of themselves. The whole family seems to be living a waking fantasy. Paul and his older brother had sex with their cousin, and then Paul had sex with his mother. He suspects his younger brother has hooked up with their aunt and their sister. Contains elements of sci-fi/fantasy, incest/taboo and group sex.

Essential Dramatis Personae:

Paul: Narrator. 26-year-old graduate student. Second of four children.
Anthony. 28-year-old civil servant. Oldest of four children.
Ted. 24-year-old lieutenant in the US Army. Youngest brother.
Cassie. 22-year-old private in US Army. Youngest child. Getting married in two days.
Elaine. 55-year-old housewife. Mother of the bride.
Austin. 60-year-old attorney. Father of the bride.
Bridget. 27-year-old attorney. Cousin of the bride (mother's side). Only child.
Liz. 52-year-old teacher. Aunt of the bride (mother's side). Widow. Elaine's sister.
Allie. 56-year-old housewife. Aunt of the bride (father's side). Austin's sister.
Jake. 25-year-old publishing assistant. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Older of two.
Mark. 19-year-old student. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Younger of two.
Mack. 58-year-old financial consultant. Uncle of the bride (father's side).





Chapter Three

I finished showering upstairs a little before mom finished her own shower. We had about ten minutes to collect ourselves and look busy planning for the wedding when Ted, Cassie, and Aunt Liz got back. The girls looked like nothing was out of the ordinary, but my brother's demeanor spoke volumes. From the minute he walked in the door, his eyes were focused off in the distance, he had the beginnings a smirk on his face, and he failed to realize when people were talking to him until the second or third time.

He'd had a good time chauffeuring the girls around town, there was no doubt about it.

I almost envied him. Though my day was hardly off to a bad start, it was hard not to feel a pang of jealousy knowing my brother had almost certainly had these two beautiful women sucking his dick at the same time. And God were they beautiful. Where Bridget was a bit too slender, at least for my taste, and mom had all the curves I enjoyed but would still probably register as a bit too much for many guys, my sister and my aunt were more in the middle ground. Cassie was a bit closer to my mother's voluptuousness, but she was still thinner. While all four had the same classical beauty with fair skin and black hair, their shapes and sizes varied considerably, and Ted had spent the last few hours with the two your average guy would be most likely to consider "just right".

There was no reason to be jealous, of course. I too had had amazing sex with two of the women in our family that day. I could run on the memories of those experiences for months. At least, assuming the memories remained. I kept looking at my mother and finding myself surprised to find her image altered, only to remember the bubble of fantasy that had enveloped our world since I'd awoken that morning. And of course I couldn't be sure that the memories would remain even that tenuously once the bubble burst, as certainly it must sooner or later.

Thinking of which made me think if I was going to get the chance to sample the goods my sister and my aunt had to offer, I'd better make a go of it sooner rather than later. But I was so worn out from my cousin and my mother already, even if I could get it back up, I would only be torturing my poor balls trying to milk another load of semen out of them. Not to mention, it wasn't clear there would be any more opportunities.

For, as I was daydreaming about Aunt Liz sitting on my face and sucking on Cassie's tits while she rode me, my mother was discussing the arrangements for the barbeque we were hosting that afternoon. We were expecting about twenty guests, the most important of which being the family of Jason, my sister's fiancé. 

Most of the preparations had been taken care of already, but a few last minute things needed to be done. Rooms needed to be swept even though we'd be outside. Someone had to check to make sure the coolers had enough ice. That sort of thing.

While we were discussing who all was coming, what was going to be served and so forth, Anthony and Bridget returned, starting the conversation back at the beginning.

Before long, my dad arrived with the rest of the supplies, and his friend Karl in tow. Karl was the father of the maid-of-honor, and my dad had met Karl the same way Cassie had met Michelle: through me being friends with Karl's oldest son, Keith.

As one might expect with such a tight circle, it wasn't long after Karl arrived that Michelle and Keith did as well. While the barbeque wasn't supposed to start for another hour, that probably only meant that the Thompson's wouldn't be there until then. All of the guests on the bride's side felt free to drop by early.

It was a bit of a downer as it meant there certainly wouldn't be time to try and bed any other members of my family, but it wasn't an unpleasant interruption. The beer was flowing, the conversation was full of laughs, and everyone was allowed to forget about all the stress the wedding had brought.

I watched closely to see if anyone outside the family observed the changes in the appearances of the women in my family. Neither Karl nor Keith said anything. Michelle told Cassie how beautiful she looked, but Cassie hadn't picked her as her maid-of-honor for nothing. The two were practically sisters.

But the changes hadn't reversed. While it would appear that everyone else still saw an out of shape middle-aged mother of four when they looked at my mom, I saw the irresistible sex goddess I'd nailed that afternoon. Clearly Ted saw much the same. He'd more or less recovered from his experience with Cassie and Aunt Liz, as he was now capable of recognizing that people were talking to him on the first try, but his jaw was slack and he hadn't stopped grinning.

More and more people arrived, and I sensed a good opportunity to disappear for a few minutes. There were so many side conversations that I obviously couldn't be expected to talk to all of the guests. Therefore, it became easier to talk to none of them. Several of the girls were discussing floral arrangements while a group of the men were discussing the terrible year the Yankees were having. Nothing important anyway. I told Ted there was something I wanted to show him inside, grabbed myself a fresh beer, and dragged him into the den. 

"You've obviously noticed something strange going on today," I said.

He hesitated before nodding. "Yeah."

"Enjoying it? And feeling pretty disgusted with yourself for enjoying it?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Although I don't know how bad I should feel about it anyway. Is any of this real?"

"I don't know. That's exactly what I've been wondering." It didn't surprise me that Ted wasn't feeling very guilty. I was clearly coping with my guilt, and I'd also been the most introspective and most conscientious brother. Not that Ted was half as self-absorbed as Anthony. Where I was always questioning my moral compass, Ted was completely confident in his, and no one was sure how much of one Anthony really had. That was why I was on my way to becoming a university professor while Ted was a proud lieutenant in the army.

"The fuck could have caused it?" Ted asked.

Perhaps I should have been surprised that he'd stopped to think that much about it instead of devoting all his energy to figuring out how he was going to add the rest of the women in the family to his list. But for all that Ted wasn't given to questioning whether what he was doing was right, he was more predisposed to thinking about solving problems than a lot of people gave him credit for. "Hell if I know."

"That's your answer? Come on, professor. Haven't you got any tentative hypotheses or whatever?"

I shook my head. Truth was, I hadn't thought much about it. I guess because I had a scientific mind, and it told me the explanation for this wasn't likely to be natural.

"Okay. Me either. But one thing I feel pretty sure of. It's got to do with the wedding, and that's when it'll end," Ted said.

"How do you know that?"

He shrugged. "It just makes sense. What could have created a charged atmosphere of palpable sexual tension besides the first wedding in the family?"

On a symbolic level, yes, it did make sense. That wasn't exactly what passed for causality where I came from, but it was better than anything I had so far. "I suppose I can buy that. Should we be worried? Should we do something about it?"

Ted looked at me like I had just told him I'd recently become a Red Sox fan. "What should we do about it? I don't know about you, but what I plan to do is enjoy the fucking hell out of it. I feel like I'm in a living wet dream."

I chuckled and clinked my beer against his. "Fair point. It just seems weird, like some kind of bad movie that would be on Sci Fi late at night. It seems like there should be some discredited academic or perhaps shunned wise woman we should be consulting, you know?"

Ted put a hand on my shoulder. "Dude, you're over-thinking things, as usual. This is more like a movie that would be on skin-emax late at night where no one ever questions the ridiculous plots; they just fuck. Frankly, I don't want to know how to fix it. If I bump into an old crazy lady who no one listens to but who's obviously the only one who knows what's going on, I'll ask her how to make it last." 

This wasn't going anywhere. I could obviously see where he was coming from, and I fully intended to continue taking advantage of the situation no matter how it might make me feel later, but I couldn't silence the rationalist voice in my head that kept saying "this ain't right". But clearly that was something I'd have to tackle on my own. "Hey, it's not like I'm hating it. Don't worry too much about that."

"Aaall-right," he said, clinking his bottle against mine again. "So what happened to you? You were home alone with mom, weren't you, you fuck?" He shook his head in the sort of disapproval that really implied he thought it was too good to be true. "I can't believe the fucking body on her today. Where do you find tits and ass that juicy on a woman with that size waist?"

I laughed. "Couldn't agree more. Yeah, I was home alone with mom. We decorated for the wed-"

"Bull-fucking-shit. Don't lie to me, man," Ted said. "What do you think, I'm an idiot? Or were you just feeling too guilty to do anything?"

I held out my hand, trying to get him to let me finish. "Obviously that's not all we did. I just mean I didn't have the time I would've liked to explore all the opportunities. We honestly did put together flowers and shit for most of the time. Then she took me into their bedroom and sucked my dick before I bent her over the bed and fucked her stupid, doggy-style. I wanted to keep going but she said I wore her out. And you guys got home maybe ten minutes after we finished showering up."

Ted scrunched up his lips as he appraised the story. "Not bad. How was she?"

I smiled from ear to ear.

Ted laughed and downed the rest of his bear. "Fucking right. I would've have expected that. With that banging body...a little thick for my taste, but I would really love to watch her ass ripple as I slap it."

I shrugged innocently. 

He chuckled. "Lucky bastard."

I was about to tell him about me, Anthony and Bridget, but I decided against. Too many times growing up, I had judged Anthony for pulling stunts like that, including one time he and a friend tag-teamed a girl Ted had sort of been seeing at the time. Ted claimed not to care, since he wasn't really into the girl, but I don't see how a guy couldn't consider that a little bit fucked up on the part of his older brother. Fantasy bubble or no, I didn't feel up to confessing I'd helped Anthony DP Bridget. Of course, Ted would probably hear about it sooner or later, but at the moment, I was pretty okay with later.

"What about you? I know you guys were at the mall, but I've got this feeling you got road head from one or both of them."

Ted help up one hand. "I plead the fifth."

"After I just told you about me and mom?"

"Come on, you hit the nail on the head, mister professor. What do I need to say? It was amazing, and I almost got into an accident as a result? I didn't get the chance to fuck either of them, if that's what you mean. But Cassie mentioned something about expecting that I wouldn't give her away to Jay without a proper sendoff. I don't know when she's going to be free long enough, probably not tonight. If Jason's not spending the night, she's probably going to be at his place. But there's still some time." Ted scratched his stomach, but I got the impression his itch was a little lower down.

"Good for you," I said.

"Good for me? At least you got laid."

Twice. But we don't need to mention that. "So are you as curious to see what Aunt Allie's going to look like as I am? Wondering if it's a localized phenomenon or if it'll include every member of the family, even if they weren't here when the change hit?"

Ted nodded. "Yeah, I thought about that. I never thought she was an unattractive woman, really. I mean, Jake and Mark are pretty nerdy, but we'll blame that on Uncle Mack. Besides, whatever this is worked a real number on mom, so even if Allie was ass ugly, she'll probably come in tomorrow looking fine as hell."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Huh. I wonder if Jake and Mark are hitting that now." I said. If the theory was the change resulted from sexual anxiety over giving away one of the women in the family, it wouldn't matter quite as much to our cousins as to her brothers, but if it effected Aunt Allie there was no reason it wouldn't effect them.

"Hah. Probably. And probably the first time Mark has gotten laid. Can you imagine that, losing your virginity to your mother? Shit."

I stared at him blankly.

"Dude, you didn't lose your virginity today," Ted said.

"True. But still." And yet, he didn't think we should be worried about anything but how to fuck as many of the family's women as we could before the wedding. My kid brother, ladies and gentlemen.

"Have you talked to Anthony? Or dad, for that matter? He hasn't been home since this morning, but do you wonder if he fucked anyone besides mom before he left?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Anthony and Bridget have been together all day, so there's no reason to think they haven't fooled around. But dad? I guess he could have, he's always up before mom, but then, no one else is up for him to bone. I'm going to guess he hasn't. But I think I caught him looking at Bridget and Cassie somewhat curiously while we were outside just now, so even if nothing has happened yet, I think he's part of this waking fantasy."

"Only fitting. He's got to be more worked up over this wedding than anyone besides mom. And he'd probably be even more so, if he were spending half the time planning it that she is."

"Ain't that the truth," I said. I looked at my watch. I wasn't sure there was much else we could say about it for now, and our absence was probably going to be noticed soon, if it wasn't already. "Ready to get back out there? I'm ready for another beer, and I see you are too."

"Yeah, let's do it." He started to walk then stopped. "Should we like draw straws, or call dibs, or something? I mean, there are more women in this family than men."

An interesting point. "I see your point, but what can we do about it? You and me can't speak for the other guys, and just because we arrange for you to go for that one while I go for this one doesn't mean it works out that way. I think we should just let things play out the way they will."

"Okay, but it still can't hurt to give each other a heads up. I'm trying to finish the job with Cassie, priority one. But since she's going to be so busy, I think I'm targeting mom in the meanwhile. You've already had her, so we don't need to be getting in each other's way, right?"

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel nauseous. We were bargaining over the batting order for fucking our own flesh and blood. This was as sick as sick gets. And it turned me on. I just might have to look into finding that crazy professor or shaman after all. Or at least visit a therapist afterwards. The operative word being afterwards, of course. "Well, I can't say I consider myself done with mom. She mentioned making it quick and saving the rest for later, so I don't think she's done with me either. But at the moment, I think I'm looking to get with Aunt Liz as soon as I can."

Ted clapped me on the shoulder. "Damn good problems to have, eh? Not knowing which gorgeous as fuck woman you're going to sleep with next?"

"Amen." Ted forgot to mention family members. Was he not even seeing that part of it?

Good for him. He'd sleep easier when it was over. I'd say it'll catch up with him, but I've heard the stories he tells about Iraq, and seen how he feels about them. Not the way a lot of soldiers do, that's for sure. No questioning that moral compass. Lucky bastard.



Whole Famn Damily Ch. 04



Story so far: Two days before his sister's wedding, Paul awakens to find all the women in his family transformed into hyper-sexualized versions of themselves. The whole family seems to be living a waking fantasy. Paul and his older brother had sex with their cousin, and then Paul had sex with his mother. At the family barbeque, he and his younger brother discuss the situation, and recount their respective exploits with the women of the family. Contains elements of sci-fi/fantasy, incest/taboo and group sex.

Essential Dramatis Personae:

Paul: Narrator. 26-year-old graduate student. Second of four children.
Anthony. 28-year-old civil servant. Oldest of four children.
Ted. 24-year-old lieutenant in the US Army. Youngest brother.
Cassie. 22-year-old private in US Army. Youngest child. Getting married in two days.
Elaine. 55-year-old housewife. Mother of the bride.
Austin. 60-year-old attorney. Father of the bride.
Bridget. 27-year-old attorney. Cousin of the bride (mother's side). Only child.
Liz. 52-year-old teacher. Aunt of the bride (mother's side). Widow. Elaine's sister.
Allie. 56-year-old housewife. Aunt of the bride (father's side). Austin's sister.
Jake. 25-year-old publishing assistant. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Older of two.
Mark. 19-year-old student. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Younger of two.
Mack. 58-year-old financial consultant. Uncle of the bride (father's side).



Chapter Four

Despite having started drinking early in the day and not stopped drinking until late at night, I woke up the next morning just before nine. Normally I'd sleep off a night like that, not rolling out of bed before noon if I could help it. As it was, my mother wanted the boys up no later than eleven, as we were going over to the civic center to decorate today and my sister would be busy with the bridal shower. I suppose I woke up early because the fantasy-made-real bubble that had surrounded my family troubled me. At least, that's what I preferred to believe, because that would be quite reasonable.

But I rather suspected the real reason I woke up early was because, with how late we'd all been drinking, I figured I'd be the first boy awake and I'd have some of the women all to myself for a few hours. My sister had wound up spending the night at Jason's, and if Bridget was not already in Anthony's room, she'd probably go there first thing when she awoke. 

But that still left the opportunity for me to be alone with my mother and my aunt, the same as yesterday morning. Only for longer, and now knowing what was going on with the fantasy state. Well, I didn't know what was going on exactly, but yesterday I had just stared dumbfounded at the sexy women of my family, wondering if they noticed me staring. This morning, there was no reason to stop at staring, provided we really were the only ones around.

I grabbed a quick shower, aware that, with any luck, I'd need another one relatively soon. Then I went down to the kitchen, hoping to find a similar scene to the one from the previous morning, with my aunt and mother replaced by over-sexualized versions of themselves and no one else around.

I was not disappointed.

Not expecting anyone to be up this early, my mother hadn't yet started breakfast. She and my aunt sat at the kitchen table, each wearing a skimpy negligee and drinking coffee.

"-sorry Bridget and I kept him up past his bedtime. I hope you don't mind," Aunt Liz was saying as I walked in.

"No, that's fine. Kept him off me for a change. When he drinks he's either insatiable or incoherent, and there's no telling ahead of time which it will be. Besides, I made sure I was taken care of good and well yesterday anyway," my mom said. Then she noticed Aunt Liz looking up, and she cut short whatever else she was going to add. "Oh, good morning, honey. We were just talking about you. I'm surprised to see you up this early."

I had another of those moments where I almost thought everything was normal again, where I didn't remember that yesterday my older brother and I had sandwiched my cousin and I had taken my mother forcefully from behind. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, trying to figure out why I thought I knew what they were talking about. 

Then it all came back. Mom was telling Aunt Liz that we'd fucked yesterday. And by the sound of it, Aunt Liz and her daughter had double-teamed my father last night, which didn't bother mom in the slightest.

So that was it. There wasn't one member of the family that hadn't committed incest yesterday. My younger brother had gotten blowjobs from Aunt Liz and our sister, Cassie. My older brother and I had double-penetrated our cousin, Bridget, who then had a threesome with her mother and my father. And I had fucked the hell out of my mother.

What had caused this strange, surreal state? I didn't know. Ted, my younger brother, thought it was simply because my sister was getting married, and letting go of one of the women in our family had created an atmosphere thick with tension, much of it sexual. That didn't quite satisfy me, scientist that I was, by way of an explanation. And as much as I was enjoying the amazing, uninhibited, utterly depraved sex, part of me needed to figure it out.

Later.

"I couldn't get back to sleep, I guess. Is anyone else up?" I asked.

"Just your father. He slept a bit late, for him, but he left about twenty minutes ago to take Jason and his father out to play golf. Apparently they arranged this last night." My mom didn't bother hiding what she thought of that.

"That's okay. The boys can manage the decorating without him," I said.

"I'm sure you can. And I suppose it is important for him to bond with our future son. But I can't help wishing they'd either chosen a better time, or at least planned this in advance so I'd have known about it," my mother said. Considering that she was essentially planning the wedding by herself, only recently getting some much needed help from Aunt Liz, it was perhaps understandable that any unforeseen change in plans, whether it actually complicated things or not, would throw her for a loop.

Which certainly made you wonder how she felt about the sex craze that had overtaken our family. But apparently it had overtaken her every bit as strongly as the rest of us, preventing her from seeing it as an unwanted interruption in her careful plans.

"You sure we shouldn't be worried about the three of you being alone for a few hours? There won't be any fighting?" Aunt Liz asked. "With all the peacemakers at the bridal shower, you boys won't have anyone to put the band-aids on afterwards."

I laughed. There had been plenty of that when we were younger. And into our teens, perhaps unlike some families. Anthony had a way of getting under everyone's skin, especially Ted's. And I, being the would-be noble guy that I am, was always there to pick a fight with Anthony on Ted's behalf when he was too small to defend himself. But we hadn't had a fight that came to blows in years, though we certainly still had plenty of heated arguments. "We'll manage, somehow or other."

Here we were, talking about the family as though everything were normal. Why does Anthony have to instigate. Why can't his brothers learn to block it out. Who's going to be where, when, to make sure everything that needs done gets done. Absolutely no acknowledgment of the fact that my mother and aunt were not wearing their natural bodies, or that they'd just been casually discussing incest.

"You'd better, because the shower's liable to run long. I decided to buy some party favors yesterday when we were out," Aunt Liz said. A mischievous grin spread across her face. I didn't need her to explain what king of party favors she was talking about. 

It sounded like the bridal shower was rapidly turning into a bachelorette party, which was pretty ironic since my sister had canceled the best man's plans to throw Jason a bachelor party tonight. In fairness, she was being deployed immediately after the honeymoon, and had only come home a few days ago, so her objection to the party had more to do with wanting to spend every possible minute with Jason more so than disapproving of bachelor parties in general. All the same, Jason was going to have to behave himself tonight, while my sister was privately fooling around with her family members and apparently openly having a risqué shower.

"I'm still expecting you guys to wrap up by dinner time," my mom said. "Even if we're late joining you."

"Or don't ever make it," Aunt Liz said, again with a grin.

"Or don't make it," my mother agreed, blushing. "Your cousins will join you when Aunt Allie drops them off on her way to the shower. But around seven we're going out to dinner with the bridal party and Jason's family, and I don't want anyone to have to go back to the community center after dinner or tomorrow morning to have to finish up."

"I got it. I'll try and make sure there's more decorating than arguing about decorating, but you might want to talk to Anthony about that," I said.

My mom waved her hand in a, "yeah, yeah," fashion. "I know, I will."

I waited a moment to make sure the stored-up lecture was finished before taking a seat.

"Would you like some coffee? Liz brought some gourmet beans, and the pot's not twenty minutes old," my mom said.

"Kona. You'll love it," Liz said. "Let me pour you a mug."

"Thank you," I said.

When she came back to the table with a steaming mug of coffee, she bent over to place it in front of me and her large breasts almost popped out of her negligee. She stubbed her toe—or more likely, pretended to, as there was little upon which to stub it—and nearly tripped into my lap. I stabilized her with one hand on her shoulder and one her on fine, rounded hip. "Whoa there," I said.

"Sorry about that. You have quick hands," Aunt Liz said. She nibbled on her lower lip ever so slightly upon remarking that.

I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard my mother murmur something to the effect of, "does he ever."

"Well, they're quick when they need to be, I guess," I said.

"Is that so?" Liz said. She had yet to step back, so I kept my hand on her hip. And badly wanted to slide it back around to feel her ass, but resisted the urge.

She stepped closer, placed one hand atop the one on her hip, and slid it back for me. "And how about your tongue? Is it only good with words?" 

I immediately thought of the line her daughter said to me just before I went down on her. "I've been told it's good for other things as well, though I'm not sure what," I said.

Aunt Liz glanced over her shoulder at her sister. "Mm-hmm. I'm sure you aren't. Well, maybe we should find out, no?"

"Don't look at me, we didn't get that far," my mother said.

Well then. All out in the open.

"I guess you'll have to show both of us then," Aunt Liz said. She draped one glorious firm thigh over the other side of my chair and sat in my lap, facing me. Then she leaned in as close to my ear as possible, like a stripper at a bar about to take a dollar from your neck. "You've got us all to yourself. Your mom wasn't even planning on waking up your brothers for another two hours, and your sister isn't even home. I hope you've got enough tricks to keep us entertained." Her breath, hot and heavy against my neck, and her breasts pressed against my shoulder, called my staff to attention.

"Oh don't you worry about that. The better question is whether the two of you have the stamina to last that long, or whether you going to call me off early," I whispered back.

Liz gyrated against my now erect cock. "I see. Well I think we're up to the task. Don't forget, you're outnumbered."

Then she leaned back and stood up. Before stepping away from my chair, she raised her negligee up a bit, exposing her shaved sex to me. "I hope your hungry, because breakfast is an all you can eat buffet."

Without standing up from my chair, I lifted her by her hips and sat her down on the kitchen table. Only then did I get up and slide my chair back. "Ravenous," I said.

As I set to work teasing Aunt Liz, kissing her inner thighs and around her labia without ever quite reaching her vulva, mom came around the other end of the table and pulled down Liz's negligee to play with her breasts. They were beautiful. She had pink areola, and eraser-nipples. They had to be D-cups, unlike her daughter. 

Her vulva was a beauty to behold as well. Her scent was light, but distinct. Her lips were a little puffy, but still quite tight. Her clitoris was slightly more visible than many women's, standing at attention and commanding respect.

I enjoyed my breakfast, and went back for seconds and even thirds. Aunt Liz enjoyed it as well, particularly the combination of my fingers applying pressure to her G-spot as my tongue worked every bit of her external sex organs. I wasn't quite sure, but I thought she ejaculated a little the third time she came.

"My turn," my mother said, draping one thick thigh on the edge of the table. 

Liz climbed of the table, pulled off her negligee, and knelt at my side. As my mother slid across the table, taking up Liz's position, my aunt took my cock into her warm mouth.

I doubted they ever actually compared strategies or anything, but I could almost say I could see where Bridget learned to suck cock. Aunt Liz was even better, and yesterday I would have said that was impossible. It made it quite hard to focus on servicing my mother as skillfully as I had my aunt. I don't think a whole minute went by before Liz was wiping the remnants of my first load from her chin and licking it off her finger. She took me back in her mouth after that, but I found it a little easier to focus on eating my mother's pussy as best I could after that first orgasm.

Feeling a little guilty about the rough start, I took care to bring out every move I knew on my mother. I licked her hood when I thought her clit was getting too much direct attention. I rested my gums on her frenulum, the area between the slit and the clit. I used some fingers inside, some to put pressure on her fourchette, and slowly worked my way up to two fingers in her ass. I licked her inner and outer labia. I took my fingers out and licked her asshole and all up and down her crack. When I sensed she was on the brink of her second orgasm, I took my fingers out of her, gave her clit a few quick licks, and then moved up to her chest. 

I kissed around her nipples for a bit, throwing only an occasional furtive flick across them, to tease her. Her breasts were unbelievable. Again, I thought that most guys would probably consider Aunt Liz's body to be just right. At least, speaking of the current, exaggerated forms they both wore. But to me, preferring my women just a touch thicker, my mother's body was better in every way. Her nipples were just a bit bigger than her sister's, the areola quite a bit wider, and the breasts themselves appreciably bigger, if more prone to sagging. I would have to guess they were E or EE. Considering that her waist couldn't have been 26 inches at the moment, that absolutely defied reason. I soon began to work her nipples more, using my hands to tweak whichever one was not in my mouth at the time. Seeing as she was about to cum again before I'd abandoned her pussy, it didn't take much of this stimulation to put her over the top and throw her into another climax. Only then did I put my head back between her luscious thighs.

I couldn't recall the last time I was so thorough about attending to every possible pleasure spot. I couldn't actually count my mother's climaxes, because one rolled directly into the next, and it seemed as though, at the end, she was continually cumming for five minutes.

Liz had stopped sucking me off after I shot a second load against the back of her mouth. She returned with a banana, a cucumber, and a bottle of vegetable oil. "Stay there," she said to my mom. "Paul, I want you to fuck me doggy-style while I entertain your mother."

I certainly didn't need to be asked twice. I came around behind her, fondled her goods for a few moments, then eased my shaft into her wet pussy. I didn't attack her furiously like I did my mother last night. She needed to be able to focus on pleasuring her sister. And I wanted this to last. I didn't want to wear myself, or my aunt for that matter, out in ten minutes. I worked a good, passionate, but controlled pace. Every so often I would slap her ass to watch it jiggle. It didn't ripple the way my mother's had, but it was still a nice sight, and she enjoyed the firm touch.

Meanwhile, Liz had oiled up the banana and was fucking my mother with it while licking her clit. She used her free hand to stabilize herself, pressing it down atop my mother's heaving breasts. My mother, for her part, clung to the table as though her life depended on it with one hand, and pulled her own hair with the other.

I had just begun to wonder why Aunt Liz had grabbed both the cucumber and the banana when she oiled up the cucumber, handed both it and the bottle of vegetable oil to me, and asked me to fuck her ass while using the cucumber as a dildo for her pussy. I was a little bit shocked by it. With all that had happened in the past few days, this was nonetheless the first time I'd ever used vegetables, simulated double-penetration, or had a threesome. That was a lot of firsts at once, to say nothing of the fact that they were all taking place with my aunt and my mother. But the depravity of it excited me, and I quickly agreed.

Liz's ass wasn't quite as tight as I imagined my mother's would have to be, her ass cheeks being appreciably smaller. But it was still tighter than her pussy, which was far from loose. And with the cucumber—a thick cucumber at that—in her pussy at the same time, her hole was even tighter. I almost came, despite having already blown two loads, right away. But I had little left to give. Had I not already gotten off twice, I doubt I would have lasted. As it was, I felt as though I were on the brink of an orgasm, or perhaps even in the early stages of one, pretty much nonstop while I fucked both of my aunt's holes.

After a few minutes, Liz's whole body tensed up. I saw it in her back muscles a moment before it felt it around my shaft. After the orgasm subsided and she relaxed again, she announced it was time to switch positions. Neither I nor my mother protested.


"Lie down on the-" Liz started to say to me.

"Not yet," my mother said, as she was slipping down from the table. She wobbled a bit as she got to her feet, which made her giggle. "I want him to do to me what he just did to you before we both get on top of him."

The two women swapped places. I waited until my mother went to work licking her sister while slipping the banana in and out of her snatch to re-oil the cucumber and slide it into my mother. After a few strokes, I oiled up my thumb and eased it into her ass. I waited for her sphincter to relax a bit more before replacing the thumb with my own hard, thick cock. I did not have the longest piece of meat out there, but it was as thick as three of my fingers, and I had trouble getting it into my mother's backdoor. She was clearly not as accustomed to anal play as my aunt. That, and her cheeks were so much thicker that there was less room to work with. But when I finally got in, we both gasped with pleasure. She froze up, her cheeks tensing just a bit. That alone almost finished me off. They applied every bit as much pressure as I'd previously imagined they would. It was pure bliss. Any tighter a grip, and it would have actually hurt. But as it was, I couldn't imagine a better feeling. And clearly my mother was enjoying what I imagined was her first experience with having both holes filled at once. She either hissed or gasped with each thrust. Her thighs began to shake. She kept chanting, "oh my fucking God," as I fucked her. It was such an incredible sensation, I could barely keep my eyes open. But I forced myself to, because watching her breasts sway with every thrust, to say nothing of the gentle and hypnotic ripples across her backside, drove me even crazier. Having noticed her pulling her hair as my sister fucked her, I managed to find the presence of mind to tug on her mane with enough pressure to add a new sensation without hurting her. This meant I didn't have a hand free to smack her ass, but the way it reacted just to the thrusts of my cock, I figured I could live with the loss.




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Before long, my mother fell forward, letting go the banana, and slapping her hands atop the table. Her hips bucked backwards, impaling herself deeper on both my fat cock and the even fatter cucumber. "Fuck!" she yelled, as all her muscles locked up, then spasmed wildly, before finally relaxing.

"Good, wasn't it?" Aunt Liz asked. "That kid of yours definitely knows what he's doing. He knows just when to push things further, and when to ease off a bit and let you recover. Amazing."

"You're telling me," my mother said. "Good Lord, that was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I think I only used to think I knew what an orgasm was."

I slowly pulled out of my mother's ass, careful not to do it so fast as to shock her. Than I gave her ass a playful but firm tap. "I'm nowhere near done, ladies. I hope you're not getting ready to quit on me."

Liz looked at my mom, pleading clear in her eyes. Aunt Liz was hungry, starving even, for more, and she was hoping my mother was as well. My mom looked numb as she nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready for more," mom said. "Just give me a second to recover."

In the meanwhile, Aunt Liz grabbed my cock and walked me over to the sink. She pumped a few squirts of soap into her hands and gave me a sensual rinse. "Just want to make sure that thing is clean before I put it back in my mouth," she said. She started to go to her knees, but before she lowered herself far, she held up a finger. "Hold on a moment." She opened the refrigerator and got out an aerosol can of whipped cream. "That's what we were missing."

She covered my helmet and placed a few puffs on my balls before dropping to her knees to polish me off. I held the back of her head with one hand and the kitchen counter with the other. My balls had little left to give, but I couldn't endure this level of pleasure forever without reacting. By the time my mother finished wiping herself off and recovered her breath, I had spunked inside Aunt Liz's mouth once more. It was a meager load, but the orgasm that produced it made my head spin.

"Ready?" Aunt Liz asked her sister.

Mom nodded, her eyes barely open. "God, this is overwhelming. I might die of sensory overload."

"Please don't," I said.

"We've still got use for your body," my aunt added.

My mom laughed. "I'll try not to."

"Now then," Aunt Liz said. She applied a hasty whipped cream bikini to her "just right" figure. "Lay down. I'm going to sit on your face and your mother is going to ride your cock. Think you can handle that?"

I scoffed. "I think I'll manage. Would you like to grab one of the vegetables? I've only got just the one tongue."

Aunt Liz raised her eyebrows at me. "Okay, smartass. Why don't you eat my pussy while fucking my ass with that monster of a cucumber."

"You sure it will fit?" I asked. I had a little bit easier of a time fitting my dick inside my aunt's ass than my mother's, but neither was easy. And the cucumber had me beat by a considerable amount.

"You'll make it, but be careful," she said.

She placed whipped cream on my mother's heavy breasts, eliciting a soft gasp at the sudden cold, while I oiled up the cucumber and myself for good measure. There was no sense in putting whipped cream on my mother's pussy, as my dick and not a tongue was headed there. Then I laid down on the cold tile floor and waited for the two sex fiends to sit on top of me.

My chin was covered in half-eaten whipped cream and vaginal secretion. I had an awkward time of fucking my aunt's ass with the cucumber while she was sitting on my face, but after a few fumbled tries, I managed it. Only after I slid the bulk of its length deep into her body did it work though, as until that point I had a half a cucumber trying to dig into my forehead. 

The women alternated between making out with each other while fondling the other's breasts and sucking each other's nipples. My mother bounced vigorously up and down on my pole, which was somehow still rock hard even after three intense orgasms. 

I bent my knees and aimed my cock a bit towards my head, since my mother was leaning forward to play with my aunt and I wanted to make sure she felt my thrusts against her G-spot. At one point, I managed enough air to tell my mother to lean back. She took a few moments to get the hang of aiming her hips away from Aunt Liz while bending forward with her upper back enough to still reach her sister's lips. But once she did, I could feel the spongy tissue of her G-spot quite distinctly with my dick, and I thought every thrust would be the one to give her another orgasm. Maybe more than a few of them did. Her vaginal walls went crazy, tensing up and relaxing in rapid and sporadic cycles.

When we all agreed we'd finally had enough, the three of us were covered in sweat. Not one of us could walk straight. It was the most thorough fucking I'd ever experienced. I suspect they felt the same. No one was even able to say anything afterwards. We just smiled at each other with fatigue and ecstasy, cleaned up the mess we'd made, and then headed towards the showers. Aunt Liz decided to join my mom in the downstairs shower while I dragged my weary and used body up the stairs towards the other one.

Ted would be quite jealous when I told him. For that matter, so would Anthony. I might as well rub it in his face as well. 

What were brothers for?



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Story so far: Two days before his sister's wedding, Paul awakens to find all the women in his family transformed into hyper-sexualized versions of themselves. The whole family seems to be living a waking fantasy. Over the course of the first day, Paul and his older brother double-teamed their cousin, then Paul had sex with his mother. The second day of the fantasy began with Paul having a threesome with his mother and his aunt. Contains elements of incest/taboo, sci-fi/fantasy, voyeurism and rough sex.


Essential Dramatis Personae:

Paul: Narrator. 26-year-old graduate student. Second of four children.
Anthony. 28-year-old civil servant. Oldest of four children.
Ted. 24-year-old lieutenant in the US Army. Youngest brother.
Cassie. 22-year-old private in US Army. Youngest child. Getting married in two days.
Elaine. 55-year-old housewife. Mother of the bride.
Austin. 60-year-old attorney. Father of the bride.
Bridget. 27-year-old attorney. Cousin of the bride (mother's side). Only child.
Liz. 52-year-old teacher. Aunt of the bride (mother's side). Widow. Elaine's sister.
Allie. 56-year-old housewife. Aunt of the bride (father's side). Austin's sister.
Jake. 25-year-old publishing assistant. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Older of two.
Mark. 19-year-old student. Cousin of the bride (father's side). Younger of two.
Mack. 58-year-old financial consultant. Uncle of the bride (father's side).





Chapter Five

As I climbed the stairs, I heard sounds coming from my older brother's room. It looked like I hadn't gotten up earlier than everyone else the way I'd thought. My guess was I'd had mom and Aunt Liz to myself not because I was the only one awake, but because Anthony was only interested in Bridget.

Good for him. I wouldn't trade a threesome with voluptuous women like mom and Aunt Liz for the chance to share slim little Bridget with my brother.

I stopped by the door to eavesdrop for a moment. Bedsprings were squeaking, voices were grunting, and was that an ass-slap? I thought it was.

"Fucking tight, ain't she?" I heard Anthony ask.

So they weren't alone. Interesting. I guess Bridget really had liked her man sandwich.

"Incredible," Ted replied.

I guess they wouldn't be quite as envious if I told them about my morning as I'd thought after all. But then, why shouldn't we all be enjoying this waking fantasy state?

For a moment, I considered knocking on the door and joining them. But I was pretty good and worn out from mom and Aunt Liz. Plus, while part of me found the idea of seeing if my cousin was as willing to try triple penetration as double perversely arousing, part of me also found my own willingness to entertain the notion repulsive. I was relatively sure there'd be plenty more depravity ahead of me that day. I slipped down the hall towards the shower, careful not to elicit any squeaks from the floorboards and thereby interrupt my brothers.

When I got out of the shower, I stumbled and nearly fell. I wasn't sure if it was just because I was so exhausted from the workout my mother and my aunt had given me or simply because whatever change had overcome the family had loosened my grip on reality both physically and psychologically. Once again, I found my memories eluding me, and I wasn't sure if I had dreamed the incestuous acts taking place since yesterday or if they had actually happened.

I was too tired to deal with the issue anyway. I crawled back into bed and waited for my mother to call up to us to make sure we were awake at eleven.

#

My brothers and I made it to the community center a little before one. The women had all gone over the maid-of-honor's house for the bridal shower. Mom had sent a stack of papers with us, covered with sketches of her plans for the decorations. They didn't look too terribly complicated. If we could manage to agree on how to interpret them, and agree to stick to them, we shouldn't have any trouble being done in time for dinner at seven. The trouble, of course, was that Anthony was with us, and if he thought there was a better way of doing things than what my mom had drawn out, it was liable to take a good deal of arguing before anything got done.

The first hour went by relatively smoothly. We got out all the tables, positioned them appropriately, set up the chairs and tablecloths. While we worked, none of us discussed the incestuous sex craze that had overtaken the family, nor its apparent supernatural origin that had transformed their appearances of the women of the family. I'd already heard Ted's thoughts on the matter and I wasn't sure how interested I was in Anthony's. Sooner or later, the topic would come up, but I was more than happy to delay that moment for now.

Anthony didn't even argue with my mother's planning too much. He did decide that the tables shouldn't be positioned quite the way she wanted, but the alternative design he proposed wasn't radically different and it did actually made sense, so Ted and I let him change the plans without arguing. He also felt the need to lecture the two of us on how fucked up it was that Cassie wasn't letting Jason have a bachelor party.

"You know she wouldn't have cared if they threw it a week or so ago, before she got home. It's not that she can't stand the idea of him looking at a stripper or anything. But they haven't seen each other in months, and won't see each other for a few more months after the honeymoon. And when they do, it'll be on a base in South Korea," Ted said. "Cut her some slack."

Anthony was having none of it. "Dude, I don't care. They didn't know what they were getting into when they planned this wedding? It's still a tradition, and she's taking it away from him. That sucks for him, and it sucks for everyone else who would have gone, including us."

Though I was more inclined to agree with Ted, I agreed with Anthony to humor him, hoping Ted would take the hint and do the same. After a few more minutes, that plan succeeded. I was glad he wasn't fighting too many of my mother's plans, but Anthony was getting on my nerves already and I couldn't wait for Aunt Allie to drop off Jake and Mark on her way to the bridal shower. She should have arrived already, and I was starting to wonder where they were.

About twenty minutes later, my cousins finally arrived. Aunt Allie came in behind them. As I'd suspected, she too was transformed. The normally very plane, petite, middle-aged woman with gray streaks in her sandy blonde hair had been replaced with a young, tight-bodied blonde with the ass of a physical trainer and respectable breasts. I'd guess they were towards the fuller end of a B cup.

"I'm sorry we're late," Aunt Allie said. The car keys still dangled from her polished nails. "Your uncle isn't feeling well at all. I don't know if it's a stomach virus or what. I tried to get him to stay home, but he wouldn't hear of it. He says he's feeling better, but I don't know if I buy it."

"He's fine, he's just whiny because he hates long car trips," Jake said.

Aunt Allie ignored his comment. "Anyway, I have a huge favor to ask you guys. Could one of you boys follow me to the hotel, so I can drop Mack off and leave the car with him in case he actually does decide he's feeling better and wants to join us later on? Then could you drop me off at the bridal shower?"

"I'd be glad to, Aunt Allie," I said, beating my brother's to the punch. I wasn't sure if I'd get a chance to do anything with this over-sexualized mimicry of my aunt on the way to the shower, but if nothing else, it got me out of decorating and listening to Anthony's sanctimonious lectures on anything and everything for a little while.

"Thank you so much. I feel horrible about showing up this late to the shower as it is. I didn't want to bother with waiting for a cab."

I did have to wonder why they hadn't taken two cars, since my cousins were staying at my house while their parents were staying in a hotel, but I didn't ask. I just followed Aunt Allie out to the parking lot, enjoying immensely the way the gray stretch pants clung to her bubble butt.

Aunt Allie put a hand on my arm. "You're such a dear, always so helpful. I sort of figured you'd be the one to volunteer, but I didn't want to put you on the spot."

"It's no problem, really. I could use a break from Anthony, to be honest."

She chuckled and slapped my arm lightly. "I'm sure you could." Her hand fell back to her side. "Well, just follow me to the hotel," she said. Looking a bit uncertain, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek before heading over to her car.

My cock was halfway hard as I followed Aunt Allie. This was showing some potential. I'd be a little disappointed if nothing panned out, but again, it would have been worth it just to get away from my older brother for a little bit.

When we got to the hotel, I parked beside my aunt and put the car in park. I didn't turn it off, because I figured she wouldn't be long.

Uncle Mack got out of the car, and I hated thinking it, but he didn't look terribly sick. I wondered if Jake had been somewhat close to the mark about my uncle being grumpy because he didn't want to make the trip.

Aunt Allie came around to my car as Uncle Mack entered the registration office. I lowered my window. She leaned in, her face only a few inches from mine. I peaked quickly down the top of her blouse.

"Uncle Mack's feeling just fine, isn't he? Don't worry. I won't say anything. I can understand wanting to play hooky from decorating, to be honest."

She reached into the car. I thought she was going to clap me on the shoulder and tell me what a good nephew I was. But her hand came to rest on my thigh, awfully close to the growing erection I hadn't bothered to hide.

"Actually, he really isn't feeling well, but that just made it more convenient. There is an ulterior motive here and it's not to avoid decorating."

Well now. This was getting interesting. I shifted a little closer to the window, ensuring that her fingers brushed over my cock.

My aunt wrapped her hand around my stiff rod through my khaki shorts then leaned in even closer and licked my ear. She slid her hand down my pants and gave my cock two good pumps before taking her hand back. "Why don't you come inside for a little bit? Your uncle has something he'd like you to help him with."

Whoa. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of this after all.

My aunt blushed. "I don't mean that. Your uncle has a cuckold fantasy. He's into voyeurism."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was experimenting with many things I'd never thought I'd be interested in before these past two days, but I wasn't sure I was up to experimenting with another guy. But if my uncle got his rocks off watching me fuck his wife, I could live with that.

"What about the bridal shower?" I asked.

"I guess I'll just have to be late," Aunt Allie said. "It's not even two-thirty. Something tells me they'll still be there for a while."

I couldn't argue with that. From what Aunt Liz was saying this morning, they'd probably be there well after four, when it was allegedly supposed to end.

My aunt undid one button of her blouse, exposing more creamy flesh. "You don't have a problem with this, do you, Paul?"

Lord fucking no. I glanced down at my crotch suggestively. "Does it look like it?"

She smiled and patted my cheek. I thought she might pinch it, like she did when I was a kid. "That's good. Come on in."

I tucked my hard cock up in the seam of my shorts and pulled my shirt down to further conceal it, turned the car off, and got out of the car. Aunt Allie asked me to help her carry their bags. Just as I was taking them out of the trunk of their car, Uncle Mack emerged from the registration office with two keys. A smile formed on his face when he saw me standing beside his wife, her blouse opened a bit more than it had been and me trying to hide a bulge in my pants.

Aunt Allie closed the door behind me. Uncle Mack took one of the two chairs at the small round table by the window and motioned for me to sit on the king-sized bed. I did put the bags down in front of the dresser then did as he directed. Aunt Allie sat next to me, draping one leg over mine and putting an arm around my shoulders. I eased one hand in between her legs and massaged her vulva through her pants. She was sopping wet already.

"So I take it your aunt has already told you why we asked you here?" Uncle Mack said. He sat forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees. A hint of sweat beaded on his forehead and his one knee twitched up and down.

"She did," I said.

"And you're okay with it?" he asked, his voice quivering a bit.

I nodded. Wasn't the fact that I was here, my hand pressed up against his wife's vagina something of a hint as to what my answer was? But he was clearly nervous, so I forgave him for asking a question that didn't need to be asked.

"Good. We have some specific requests. I hope they don't bother you," my aunt said.

"Such as?" I asked.

My uncle swallowed hard. "My fantasies are very graphic, and very intense. I would really appreciate you recreating them in detail."

Yeah, I was getting that. "Okay," I said tentatively.

My aunt got up from beside me and went over to the bags.

"It's not just voyeurism," my uncle said. No shit. I was quickly realizing that. "I'm also into rough sex. Bondage and so on. I have these fantasies about my slut wife cheating on me, begging for a real mean to do to her the things I'm too loving and kind to do to her. I want her to beg you to do those things to her while I watch."

Whoa. I wasn't sure how crazy I was about that. God, I wanted to fuck the hell out of Aunt Allie just then, but I wasn't sure how rough he meant by rough, but the fact that they'd brought a bag of gear told me he meant more than hair-pulling and name-calling. I held up one finger. "I'm on board, but I have some limitations. I can do light bondage, and a little rough play. But I'm not comfortable with needles, whips, or hot wax."

My uncle's face went a little pale. 

"That's fine," Aunt Allie said. "No problem."

"Yean, no problem," Uncle Mack said.

But I noticed neither of them tried claiming they weren't going to ask about any of that.

"I can do cuffs, a blind-fold, spanking, hair-pulling, and name calling. Only very light choking or biting." I tried to think if there was anything I would actually be open to that I was leaving out, as it looked as though they'd probably come prepared for just about anything. "I'm also okay with dildos or other objects."

"Great," my uncle said. "That will do it for me quite nicely. Especially the name-calling. I'd like a lot of dirty talk."

"Good thing you said dildos," Aunt Allie said. She'd opened one of the bags and taken out a bungee cord, a bottle of lube, and an enormous dildo. It was not just long, but thick as well. I was only of average length, a bit under six inches. That dildo had to be close to eleven. And where I was a good three fingers in width, this dildo was only a little bit thinner than my palm. "He's been dying to see if I can fit this whole thing inside me."

I was rather curious myself. Slightly uncomfortable as well. I imagined that sliding it into her would be like watching a train wreck, where your conscience tells you that you really should want to look away, but you still find it absolutely fascinating.

My uncle got up from his chair and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He was sporting a respectable bulge in his pants now as well. So the fantasy didn't stem from erectile dysfunction. "I think I'll watch from the bathroom. I'm going to sit on the lip of the bathtub and leave the door propped open. Just give me a minute before you get started."

I looked at Aunt Allie and shrugged. She started undressing. 

"He wanted us to wait," I said.

"I know," she said. "I'm just getting changed." She peeled off her ultra tight pants and slipped out of her blouse, replacing them with fishnet stockings, four-inch heels, a garter belt, and a black choker. Then she leaned in against the mirror and touched up her makeup, though I doubted Uncle Mack would be able to see how much mascara or eye shadow she had on. She held her arms up over her head. "How do I look?" She bounced her hips to one side then the other.

"Fucking amazing." Then I remembered about the dirty talk. "You're a perfect little filthy slut, dying to be treated the way you deserve. And don't worry, you're going to be. I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to beg me to stop, only secretly you're going to be really happy when I don't."

Her eyebrows shot up. She chewed one plump lip with her extraordinarily white teeth. "Oh yeah?"

"That's right. You're going to pretend not to want it that rough, when we both know you do, and you're going to thank me afterwards. Because that's the way you like it, you're just to ashamed to admit it," I said.

My stomach turned a little as I said these things. This was my aunt. I couldn't believe I was talking like this. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. I'd never liked rough sex.

Of course, I'd never had a threesome, or participated in a double-penetration before yesterday either.

Perhaps it would have turned me on just a little more if I thought my aunt was really into this. But as I watched her face, I got the impression she was willing to do this, but it was for Mack's benefit. Given her choice, she probably wouldn't have wanted it quite this way, I was guessing. Or maybe I wanted to believe that because I didn't like the thought of my aunt enjoying being degraded.

Either way, she did look positively amazing in that outfit, and I was more than primed for sex. I took a step towards her, yanked her hair back and buried my tongue in her throat as I kissed her. Then I slapped her ass quite vigorously, producing a loud smack. She stumbled forward a half-step. I grabbed her shoulders as she did, spun her a round, and threw her on the bed. Then I got the bungee cord, wrapped her wrists together, and secured the hooks behind the headboard.

"You like that, don't you? You like being treated like the piece of meat that you are."

"No. No, I don't. Please, be gentle with me," she said.

I smacked her across the face. Not very hard. It barely made a sound. I couldn't quite bring myself to do it properly. This really was out of my comfort zone.

"Shut-up. Stop lying. You're loving this."

I took a break from the trash talking and set about enjoying the gentle curves of her body with my tongue. With her wrists bound together, rather than each tied separately to a different corner of the bed, it was easy to roll her over onto her stomach. An ass that fine needed some attention too. I must have licked her ass, sinking my teeth into her cheeks and spanking her in between, longer than I spent licking many women's pussies in the past. Then I turned her back around and gave her vulva the treatment it deserved. Only each time I sensed her nearing an orgasm, I'd step back, call her some names, and walk away for a few minutes. By the time I finally let her climax, she was bucking her hips like a madwoman, her trim thighs wrapped around my head so tight I feared for my neck.

After wiping my chin, I moved up on the bed, straddling her chest. I presented my cock to her. Leaning forward so far the muscles in her neck strained, she was just barely able to get the very tip in her mouth. I reached down and tweaked her nipples with one hand while jerking myself off with the other.

"Can't you do better than that, you whore? Don't you want it bad enough? Don't you want to taste my sperm slide down your throat?" I said.

But I didn't come any closer, and I actually didn't think she could get any more of my dick in her mouth. Not for lack of trying, mind you. After a few minutes, I leaned forward and shot my load across her eyelids.




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"Hope you're ready for the real fun, you filthy slut. I'm going to take your ass, without any lube."

Despite the threat, I only forced the head on and slid it back and forth for a moment before climbing down from the bed and grabbing both the bottle of lube and the dildo. I greased up my cock, placed a few drops along her crack, and worked them in with my fingers.

"Say it. Beg me to pound your ass. Tell me how bad you want to feel my warm load spraying your bowels."

"Fuck yes! I want your pipe all the way. I want to feel my sphincter spread wide. I want your seed to wash over my intestines," my aunt said.

I slapped her across the face, a little harder than before but still relatively lightly. "Damn straight you do."

This time I didn't work it in slowly. I spread her gorgeous ass cheeks wide apart with my hands, watching her hole gape, then thrust my cock all the way in on the first try. My aunt gasped rather loudly and jerked away. But I clamped my hand down on her hip, fucking her ass while she lay on her side.

After I felt she'd had enough of that, I pulled my cock out of her ass, rather abruptly. She hissed as her sphincter snapped shut. "Oh God."

"Are you enjoying this? Do you want me to stop, or are you ready for this monster dildo?" I asked.

"Please," she said.

"Please what? Please stop?"

She hesitated. "No. Don't stop. I want you to stretch me wide with that thing. Bury it inside me. Poke my kidneys."

I did as she asked. I took my time easing every inch in. She shimmied up on the bed, as though trying to get away from it. But she shuddered with ecstasy every time I managed to slip a little more in. Her lips stretched farther and farther, making way for the beast. I thought her hips might pop out of their sockets, her legs were spread so wide. I thought I saw her stomach bulge when I finally slid the dildo in all the way up to its fake balls.

"Fucking shit! I love it! It's so big!"

I gave her a moment to get used to it before working it in and out at a moderate pace. Intense shudders wracked her body. As one bout ended, I turned her on her side again, keeping one hand on the dildo, applied a little more lube to my dick, and entered her ass again. She cried out as I did.

Aunt Allie appeared to be in a state of continual orgasm. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, she chewed on her lower lip, and she'd grabbed the quilt tightly in her feet. I was too caught up in ecstasy myself to continue talking dirty to her. Before long, I punched my dick as far in her ass as it would go, my balls slapping against her cheeks, and let loose a load of semen. I slowly withdrew, watching my load bubble as her hole closed back up. I eased the dildo out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her. I reached up and unfastened the bungee cord.

Aunt Allie lowered her arms and rubbed her wrists as she wiggled her bum closer to me, pressing it up against my crotch. I could feel a few drops of my cum against her ass cheeks. I draped an arm around her side and nuzzled up against her neck. "That was good, but I really don't think I'm into sex that rough."

"I know," she said. "But you did a good job anyway." She gyrated her ass against me ever so softly. "I always figured you were a more tender, attentive, lover. I'd love to have you that way some time."

My deflated cock began to find new life. She'd "always" figured I was an attentive lover? Not just since this strange fantasy state descended on us? Or did the fantasy have the power to make her believe she'd long thought about it even when she hadn't?


Uncle Mack came into the room, closing his pants as he walked. "Thank you, Paul. That was everything I'd hoped for."

Somehow I doubted that. He had looked a little disappointed when I'd ruled out some of the more extreme elements of rough sex, and I was sure he'd noticed I had never really slapped her, let alone choked or bitten her. But he did look satisfied.

"I need to wash up. I think you do too," Aunt Allie said.

I nodded, but waited for her to get out of bed before getting up. I enjoyed watching her every movement. The body bestowed upon her by whatever force had caused this bubble demanded no less.

Uncle Mack collapsed on the bed. He would fall asleep soon. That much was obvious.

I hurried into the bathroom behind my aunt, planting my hands on her hips and pulling her body back up against me. God, I really did love the gentle swell of her firm, round little ass. I pulled her hair off to the side so I could kiss her neck. She bent her head to the side, inviting me to proceed.

"How about that tender, caring sex now?" I asked. "I'm dying to show you how I really treat a woman."

"Sounds like a plan," she said.

We climbed into the shower and took our time washing each other. I fucked her from behind in the shower, then we got out and toweled off. I laid her on the floor, knelt before her altar, and worshipped her clit with my tongue. Then I picked her up by her hips, sat her down on the bathroom shelf, draped her legs over my shoulders, and fucked her once more. Only then did we get dressed and decide it was time for me to drop her off at the bridal shower. I had no doubt that the girls would still be going, and for some time. 

I just hoped my brothers and cousins forgave me for skipping out on decorating for so long.