This story contains sex between men and women, women and women, men and men, and supernatural creatures and humans; all of whom are over the age of eighteen.
A special editor thank you goes out to kenjisato.
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As I entered the kitchen, I found my twin sister Beth bent over the counter that separated the dining room and the kitchen. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but her thick, delicious-looking, ass wiggled delightfully, so I wasn't going to complain. Her panties were thin, tight, and translucent. Without intending to, she gave me an almost unobstructed view of her pussy. She glanced around and bit her lip. Her eyes pierced my soul causing a sensation in my groin to grow and radiate outward. I was feeling things I shouldn't have felt for my sister.
"Good morning, big brother," she said slowly. Her smile grew as she my eyes darting back and forth between her face and the outline of her warm center. As I watched, a wet spot formed and enlarged as her vagina clenched. "You want some... breakfast?"
The saliva got stuck in my throat and I choked. "What?!"
"Like my outfit?"
"It's... uh... It's very form-fitting."
She giggled as she slid from counter and turned toward me. My breath came in quick short gasps as her erect nipples pushed through her clinging tank top. My heart beat harder as she slithered toward me. "It feels like silk on my bare flesh," she said as she lay against me.
My hands, of their own volition, slipped around to cradled her firm pliable ass.
"What do you want for breakfast, Alexander," she asked, her voice low and sultry. Her gaze never left mine as her hand slid into my pants. "I know what I want."
Sweat beaded on my forehead as the blood in my veins caught fire and raced to my groin. The woman in my arms, with her hot little fingers wrapped around my cock, was my sister, but not my sister. My sister was damn near skeletal while the woman stroking me was anything but. Her curves were deep and gentle like that of a long slow drive in the mountains on lazy summer day. As we explored each other, I realized I too was different. I was taller, muscular, and the penis pressing into her was much bigger than my own. I had went to bed with a micro-penis, but had woken up with eight inches of manly flesh. Her hand looked tiny as she tried to close her fingers around my thickness.
A second pair of hands slid up my back as our mother moist words whispered into my ear. "Don't forget, Alex, your mother is expecting you to fuck her too."
Mom's warmth pressed against my back as she pushed me into her daughter. I gripped Beth's ass and lifted. Her legs spread encircling mine and Mom's waists. Suddenly, the three of us were naked and in my room. As I laid my sister back onto the bed, Mom laid down next to her. Mom smiled as Beth spread her legs for me and as I entered my sister's warm wet folds, she kissed our mother.
For a moment, all was right with the world, but then, as I drove my cock in and out of my sister, I realized I was dreaming. I looked at Mom as she exchanged kisses with both Beth and me and knew, like my sister, this wasn't my mother. The mother I knew would've been screaming about us doing anything remotely like what we were doing, let alone join us. Before my thought train could get to far away from the station, Beth pulled me close.
"Cum in me, Alex, fill me with your seed."
Her words were the trigger that caused every nerve along my shaft to scream. Sensations exploded through my body, and with a shudder, I flooded my sister's vaginal canal.
The dream broke around me as I created a sticky mess under my sheets.
I hated wet dreams. One, I didn't start having them until after high-school. That's not to say I hadn't had fantasy dreams, but none had ever involved sex. But when I started college, my fantasies, like me, grew more adult. The second reason I hated them was, they were so realistic and felt amazing, but upon waking, the disappointment set in. Disappointed because I never had a real sexual experience, and every pair of sticky underwear was a demoralizing reminder. The strangest thing about my dream, besides its rarity, was I had dreamed about Beth.
I knew it could've been worse. I mean, instead of dreaming of my family, I could have dreamed I was fucking my English Comp professor. And while Mrs. Bertram was a lovely lady, she was also in her nineties and her skin was so thin, you could see her insides.
Sadly, Beth and I had more in common with Mrs. Bertram, than we had with our mother, at least physically. Our hair was stringy with a layer of perpetual grease, our physiques were willowy, and our glasses were so thick we could see the future. These were not traits that made panties wet, or cocks hard. At least my sister had the luxury of makeup to help hide some of her physical issues, I had nothing but delusion.
Beth also had Mom's personality. It was forceful and strong, and other girls had responded to her as their leader. My personality was that of a smartass, which only got me bullied. Granted, it was more verbal than physical, because apparently, if a kid looked sickly, it was more acceptable to crush his soul rather than his body. My only solace was that I hadn't had to go through the ugly life alone. The boys I called friends were like me, covered in acne and not in the best physical shape. I'd known them all my life and unlike them, I couldn't seem to grow out of my awkward phase.
Once, as I wandered the halls of higher education, I figured out why we were so miserable, Mom was too damned attractive. My hypothesis was simple. If Mom had been like Beth and me—ugly—we would have had a better life. I mean, it stood to reason an ugly mother could teach her ugly children to live in a world where we were at a disadvantage. But Mom wasn't ugly, not even a little bit, she was gorgeous. At times, almost supernaturally so. She, and not my sister, was the one the men of our neighborhood wished they had a chance with, she was the reason my friends begged to stay the night.
I hated to admit it, but Mom was a MILF, in the truest sense of the word. She stood at five-eleven, taller than me or my sister, and she had luxurious raven-dark hair. It was long and fell down over her full breasts and supple back. Mom was the type of woman who never had to exercise, and even though she ate like a starving trucker, her body was taut all over. My friends wanted my mother in a base teenage way, but their parents were on another level. Where my friends stared and drooled, their parents swarmed her whenever we were out. She was every man's wet dream, exuding sexuality as others exuded sweat. Her outfits were always very conservative. She was always buttoned up to the neck, she never spoke without purpose, and she was generous to a fault. That was the woman we grew up with, that was the woman I expected to see when I entered the kitchen on my twenty-first birthday, but that wasn't what I got.
The morning of my birthday, the morning after the dream, I entered the kitchen to find a woman bent over. Unlike my dream, it was Mom instead of Beth I'd found, and I couldn't help but freeze at the sight. Mom had gone to bed in a long, modest nightgown and arose in a short, lace-trimmed silk dress. No, that wasn't right, it wasn't a dress. It was more like two flaps of cloth held together at the sides by dental floss. I saw more of a real female's body in five seconds, than I'd ever seen in my entire life. She knelt on the stools, legs spread for balance, giving me the perfect view of her waxed, glistening pussy. My micro-cock was hard in an instant, but I didn't care as all I could concentrate on was the entrance to my original home.
"Oh my God, Alex, stop staring at Mom like that."
Mom looked over her shoulder. "Don't worry, Beth, that's how men look at pussy. Besides," she said, with a smirk and wink, "if they stopped loving pussy, how would we control them?"
My jaw dropped, having never heard Mom say anything close to what she had just said. Then my jaw fell off, as she jumped down from the stools and ran to hug us. Beth cringed away, but I pulled her tight to me and enjoyed how warm and soft she felt.
"Happy birthday! I'm so glad you're both twenty-one now," she said, as she let me hold her. When she whispered in my ear, "Who wants to spank Mommy," I almost embarrassed us both, but luckily, I'd already come once that morning.
"Mom," Beth yelled. Like a bear with its cub, my sister pulled me away from my mother and stood between us. It was funny, but Beth seemed to think she needed to protect me from our mother. "What the hell has gotten into you?!"
Mom bit her bottom lip, as she looked at me and said, "Nothing... yet."
My eyes grew wide as her meaning became clear. Beth put her arm back and pushed me further behind her. We were twins, and while I was taller than her and a tad stronger; in that instance, she was in protection mode. I'd seen her do it at school, when she caught others picking on me, but I'd never seen her do it at home. Of course, Mom hadn't ever acted like a sex-starved maniac before either.
Mom rolled her eyes and sat on one of the stools crossing her legs, her erect nipples pushing out of her silk nightgown. "Calm down, Beth, I'm joking. You're twenty-one now, take the stick out of your ass and loosen up."
