This is filed under Sci-Fi & Fantasy because it’s set in an alternate world. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18.
This first chapter’s just a short prologue to set the scene – – plenty more to come!
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“Alex! Are you out of bed yet? You’ve got that audition today, remember?”
I groaned at the sound of my mother’s raucous voice that came shouting up the stairs as I finished getting dressed. One of these days, I kept telling myself, I’d get a good job, a good acting gig that paid well and I could move the hell out of the family home and into a place of my own. Twenty years old and still living at home – – trust me, it sucks.
“Yeah, big brother, don’t want to miss your chance for an Oscar, do you?” came the voice of my sister. As if living with my obnoxious mother wasn’t bad enough, I had to deal with the eighteen year old version of her as well.
“Fuck you, Chelsea,” I muttered under my breath, pulling my tie up and looking at myself in the mirror.
My parents had both been lookers in their earlier years and I’d inherited their good looks if nothing else, even if I say it myself. Dark hair, square jaw, green eyes, standing nearly six feet tall, I’d had more than my share of girlfriends. Of course, most of them had smiled and walked away after seeing my less than impressive dick. Those that had stuck around hadn’t exactly been impressed by inability to last more than a couple of minutes in bed. Judging from the ridicule my mother used to pour on my father, that’s something else I’d inherited.
Great, I thought, just the things to dwell on before an audition. That’ll get my confidence up.
My mother, Lisa, was making breakfast for her and Chelsea in the kitchen when I got down there; no sign of any food for me.
“Didn’t want you to get anything on your suit,” she said when I complained.
Like I said, she’d been good looking in years gone by but now, ten years after my father’s death in a factory accident, she’d long gone to seed. Overweight, lank hair, bad skin – – I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her looking anything other than like that.
Chelsea was turning into a younger version of her, as well. Not quite as fat yet, but getting there, all the weight was in her belly and thighs, leaving her no tits to speak of. Her hair, like mine and our mother’s, was dark but untidy; I don’t think she’d ever had it professionally cut. As to boyfriends? She’d a bit of a reputation a few years before of being a prick tease, leading guys on but never giving up the goods. Now, I don’t think she’d had a guy even ring her for months.
“So what’s the part for?” Chelsea asked, eating her fried bread, eggs, bacon and beans.
“Just a small part on a soap,” I said, picking up my car keys from the board on the wall.
“You should be the man for the job if they want a small part,” Chelsea said with a smirk. I’d gone out with one of her friends a year or two ago and she’d delighted in telling my sister of my small dick.
“Fuck off,” I said wearily.
“Alex? Language,” my mother said automatically, not even looking up from her breakfast.
“I gotta get going,” I said, heading out the door and to the car.
An hour or so later and I was in the city, heading to my agent’s office. I’d signed up with Darla Lassiter a year before and she’d found me several auditions over the last few months which had led to some one off jobs, but no steady work. Today’s job, she thought, had the best chance of becoming a repeating job.
“You’re looking good, Alex,” she said to me, “but you need to wow them today. I know the producer but I can’t swing anything for you; it’s all down to you, okay?”
Darla was a no-nonsense sort of woman who’d been in the business for years. Mid-thirties, blonde and skinny as a bean pole, me and a couple of her other clients suspected her of being a lesbian. We’d never seen any sign of her love life, with a man or a woman, but she’d rejected several of the men who worked for her, myself included, so we just assumed she wasn’t into guys.
She gave me the details of the audition again, who I’d be seeing, who I’d be playing, where I’d be going, and ran through some scripts with me to get me in the right frame of mind. Soon, though, it was time for me to head off and do my thing.
The drive to the audition was long due to the amount of traffic and I found myself worrying that I wouldn’t make it on time. Stuck at some lights, I saw a small alleyway that seemed to cut between a builders’ yard and an office block and would, if I was right, save me about twenty minutes. As the lights changed, I swung hard on the wheel, turning across the oncoming traffic that was just leaving their lights, heading for the alley – – and the car stalled.
“Fuck!” I shouted, sat in a powerless car that straddled two lanes of oncoming traffic.
I reached for the key as I heard the loud blare of a horn which made me glance up just in time to see the front of the truck that slammed into my car and sent me rolling up the street and into unconsciousness.
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“That’s it, baby – – suck that cock.”
“Mmmmm – – I love your big dick – – make me take it – – make me glummpppffff – – ackkk – – ggacckkk – – koffff – – aahhhh, God yeah – – mmmllffff!”
I half opened my eyes and slowly turned my head to the sounds.
Some guy sat in a chair, trousers around his ankles, long white coat falling to the floor, his admittedly big dick being enthusiastically sucked by a nurse who knelt between his thighs, her head being guided up and down by both his hands.
She was stunning; she looked like she’d stepped out of a porno set in a hospital. Gorgeous face, tiny white uniform that was open to reveal her red lingerie: g-string, stockings, suspenders and a bra that was currently fighting to contain two huge, round, fake tits.
“Fuck – – cumming!” the doctor groaned.
The nurse reared back and grabbed his cock, jerking on it frantically as it started pulsing and bucking in her hand. Streams of jizz spurted from his dick, coating her face over and over as she moaned and purred in delight. I’d seen enough porn in my time to know he was giving her a facial worthy of an award and she was taking it like it was the best thing in the world.
I closed my eyes again, thinking this was a strange dream, and everything went dark.
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Dream or no dream, when I woke up sometime later, I was definitely in a hospital bed, laid in a small room with a couple of chairs to one side and a bedside cabinet to another. An IV tube was stuck in my left arm and my right was held aloft and in plaster. As I turned my head, I could feel a thick bandage wrapped around it.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my throat sore. “Least I’m not dead,” I said as I remembered the truck heading towards the car.
“Mr Taylor. You’re awake,” a man said from the door of the room. It was a doctor; he might have been the man from my dream but I couldn’t be sure that had even happened. “How do you feel?”
“Sore,” I croaked. He took some water from the cabinet and poured me a glass, offering me a straw to sip it through. “Thanks.”
“You had a nasty accident. Do you remember much about it?”
“The car stalled; there was a truck coming; that’s pretty much it,” I said.
“Okay. I understand the police are going to want to talk to you as well, just as a formality. All the witnesses describe the same sort of thing happening, but they need to do the right thing, of course. Now, can you remember your name, how old you are?”
Turned out I could, as well as answering a few other basic questions like the date of the accident (which had been three weeks before) but when it came to world figures like the President of America or the Prime Minister of Britain, I was coming up with names he’d never heard of. When he told me who was in those roles, he could have been making names up for all I knew.
“Well, let’s not worry about that right now,” he said. “We’ll get you back in for some tests in a week or so but for now, your mother and sister are here to take you home.”
As if waiting for a cue, they stepped into the room – – and I nearly passed out in shock.
My mother looked like she did twenty or more years ago: she was slim again, wearing figure hugging jeans and a cropped vest top that left her tiny waist bare; her make-up, what little there was, was immaculate and she looked gorgeous; her hair was piled up on her head in a big 80’s style perm.
Chelsea was still a younger version of her: slim but not skinny, her legs revealed from beneath a very short tartan skirt; knee high socks and a tight blouse completing a sort of slutty school girl look; her hair was short and spiky, though, and her make-up was dark and gothic, her black lipstick set off by a studded collar around her neck.
As if that wasn’t a hell of a change, both of them had fake tits as big as their heads. I mean seriously big – – Tiffany Towers, Sarenna Lee, Wendy Whoppers style big. Don’t know those names? Go search Google and you’ll see what I mean.
“Mom? Chelsea?” I gasped.
“Oh sweetie, thank God you’re alive!” my mother said, rushing over and hugging me as carefully as she could, her huge tits squashing against my chest.
“We were so worried about you,” Chelsea said, moving around to the other side of the bed and hugging me from that side, being careful not to hit my plastered arm.
Four enormous, fake, round tits pressed against me and even though they apparently belonged to my mother and sister, I couldn’t help glancing down mom’s vest top and Chelsea’s wide open blouse. I’ve always had a thing for big tits – – that’s why the models I named above came instantly to mind – – but this was the closest I’d ever come to any this size.
Beneath the covers, I felt my dick start to stir – – which gave me another surprise. Unless I was very much mistaken, my old familiar member had undergone some changes as well. Something to investigate at a later time, I thought.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” I said, feeling them stand up. “I’m liking the – – the new look,” I said, nodding at both of them.
“What new look?” my mother said, looking confused.
“We’ve always looked like this, Alex,” Chelsea said. They both turned to the doctor.
“There’s the small possibility of some memory loss,” he explained. “To be expected in cases like this. We’ll get him back in next week for some tests but on the whole, he’s good to go home.”
“You hear that, sweetie?” my mother said. “We can get you home today.”
“Your son’s obviously going to need some help doing everyday tasks,” the doctor said. “So please be ready to help him when he needs it.”
“What sort of help, doctor?” Chelsea asked.
“Bathing and dressing, mostly. His right arm’s going to be in plaster for another week so that’s going to limit his movements. Alex?” he turned to me. “You’re going to have to put up with this pair of lovely ladies being at your beck and call for a while. Think you can manage that?”
I looked at the new versions of my mother and sister, my gaze dropping to their huge chests for a second, before smiling up at the doctor.
“I’ll try,” I said.
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Later that morning I sat in the passenger seat of my mother’s car, waiting for her and my sister to finish up in the hospital before they took me home.
A man, dressed in a long black coat and a wearing a black, wide brimmed hat walked over to the car and tapped at my window. I wound it down a little and looked up into his white, drawn face. He really didn’t look well: thin, sunken cheeks and eyes, pasty white complexion, dark shadows around his yellowed eyes.
“You’re not meant to be here,” he said.
“Well I’m waiting for my mother; I’ve just been discharged – – ”
“No. You’re not meant to be – – here,” he said again, emphasising the last word.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“The truck should have killed you. You should not be here.”
We stared at each other, him just looking at me, his eyes never blinking, me sat in shock at his words.
A moment later he turned and walked away.
“Hey sweetie,” my mother said as she as Chelsea got in the car just as the man in the black coat stepped out of sight. “Ready to go home?”
“Sure,” I said. I turned back to her and smiled, glancing down at her tits again which made her smile indulgently back at me. “Sure. Let’s go home.”
This is filed under Sci-Fi & Fantasy because it’s set in an alternate world. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18.
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My name is Alex Taylor. I had an accident and I woke up in a world where every woman looks like they’ve stepped out of an early 90’s issue of Score magazine. Am I in a coma? Am I mad? Or have I died and gone to heaven? Whatever the hell has happened, it’s like I’m on a different planet. With a bit of luck, if I can work out what the fuck is going on, maybe I can get back to the real world. If I want to, that is.
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Despite the obvious changes to my life since I woke up from the coma after the traffic accident, I still expected mom to drive me and Chelsea back to our little mid-row house that we shared. Instead, she drove out of the city to an area I’d never seen or heard of before – – Rockway Hills. The place was populated with big houses, mansions really, set back from the road, all overlooking the city below. There was some serious money here and as I watched the scenery through the car window, I wondered just where we were going.
“Here we are, sweetie,” my mother said as she pulled the car off the road and into a drive leading up to one of the huge houses. “Home sweet home.”
I sat and stared at the place: three stories high, a huge garden, balconies along the upper levels and, as I would discover, an enormous pool out the back.
“We live here?” I asked.
“Of course we do, sweetie,” my mother said as she opened my door and helped me out, taking care not to knock my right arm which was in plaster. Chelsea was instantly at my other side, trying to help.
“Wow, you really have lost your memory, haven’t you?” she asked kindly. She was so different from the sister I remembered – – not just in looks (though the sexy, big titted, goth schoolgirl look was a world away from what I was used to) but also in how she treated me: she obviously cared for me which was a pleasant change.
“Let’s get you inside and we’ll worry about your memory later,” my mother said. “Chelsea, get the door, sweetie?”
As my mom helped me up the drive and the steps, Chelsea ran ahead and sister or no, there was no way I could stop myself staring at her pert little ass as it flashed at me from beneath her tiny tartan skirt.
“Haven’t lost your appreciation of sexy girls, I see?” mom whispered, leaning in to me.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “Guess I shouldn’t be looking at my sister like that.”
“Being related has never stopped you looking before,” she said. “Hell, you should know both of us love having you pay attention to us like that,” my mom said with a big smile.
“What are you two talking about?” Chelsea asked as we drew level with the door.
“Alex was just watching that little ass of yours bounce up the steps,” our mother said before I could say anything.
“Just my ass, big brother?” she asked, cupping her big, round, fake tits and giving them a squeeze, making them bulge out the top of the tight blouse she wore. She laughed at my startled expression and ran inside the house.
“Chelsea, go and make us all some coffee,” my mother laughingly called after her as we walked inside. “I’m going to get Alex up to his room.”
Still stunned, I let my mother lead me up the wide marble stairs – – marble stairs? Seriously?! – – to the second floor and my room which turned out to be more of a complete suite. Sure there was a bedroom with a very large bed dominating the whole thing, but there was a sunken lounge area, an en suite shower and bathroom and even a small breakfast bar affair with my own coffee pot, refrigerator and small sink.
“This is my room?” I asked as mom led me over to the sunken lounge and helped me sit down. My arm was the only thing broken but both legs had taken a battering in the accident and my ribs were bruised as well, so I sat down with some relief.
“Sure is, sweetie,” mom said, leaning over and brushing my hair out of my eyes, giving me a fantastic – – and deliberate – – view down her cropped top. Her perfect, huge tits nestled together, the cleavage dark and oh so inviting. She smiled as she saw me looking. “We should probably get you changed out of that hospital gown,” she said. “God knows who’s worn it before you.”
I looked down at the basic green all in one thing the hospital had given me to go home in. “I guess so,” I said, glancing round the room, having no idea where my clothes were.
“You stay there, I’ll get you something,” mom said. She headed off to the bedroom area and I watched as she went through some drawers and a wardrobe. She made a big show of bending over at the waist, her round ass pointing back at me, and smiled every time she looked back and caught me staring. Eventually she returned with a loose shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. “Come on, sit up and let’s get that thing off you,” she said.
I did as she asked and she leaned into me again, reaching behind my neck to untie the knot, thrusting her big tits into my face. For some reason it took her a minute or so to get it undone, all the while rolling her huge jugs against my face. God knows how I resisted grabbing hold of them and stuffing them in my mouth. Unsurprisingly, my cock reacted as just about any straight man’s would and started swelling. Unless I was mistaken, that was something else about this weird fucking world that had changed too.
“There we go,” mom said, finally stepping back and before I could do anything, whipping the entire gown off me, the large arm hole thankfully missing my plastered arm, and leaving me naked. Both of us stared at the huge cock that sprang up in my lap.
Before the accident – – in what I was starting to think of as the Old World – – I wasn’t exactly blessed in the penis department. Just about every girlfriend I’d had was less than impressed and I honestly couldn’t blame them. Now though, to match my mother’s and sister’s porn star sized tits, it looked like I’d been upgraded as well: that was about a foot long cock that stood proudly out of my groin, above a pair of balls that looked to be the size of two lemons.
“Fuck,” I said in amazement.
“Are you offering, sweetie?” my mother asked. I suddenly realised I was naked in front of her with a hard-on and tried to cover myself up.
“What? No!” I said automatically – – this was my mother, after all, despite all the flirting that we’d been doing.
“Shame,” she said quietly with a gentle shrug of her shoulders. “I wondered if the memory loss might have changed your mind.” My blank look made her smile kindly. “Despite our jobs and everything, you’ve always had this moral code about me and Chelsea.” She shrugged again. “I sort of wondered – – hoped – – if things might have changed.”
“Our – – our jobs?” I asked, confused as all hell.
My mother looked genuinely sad for a moment as she realised I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Don’t worry about that now,” she said. “We’re just happy you’re safe and back home.” She dropped to her knees between my legs and held up my shorts. “Now, let’s get you dressed.”
I slowly lifted one leg, allowing her to slide the shorts halfway up before doing the same with the other. She pulled them up to my knees, bringing my legs together, then leaned up and over me.
“You’re going to have to lift your ass up so I can get these under you,” she said with a smirk.
“I could – – I could probably manage,” I said.
“Oh hush. Doctor’s orders, remember?”
Bracing my shoulders against the back of the sofa and with my feet on the floor, I lifted my ass up. My mom took hold of the waist band of the shorts and pulled them up my thighs, dropping her torso on to my waist. Her huge tits landed on my hands that were still covering my dick and ballooned out the top of her T-shirt.
“You have to move your hands, sweetie,” she said with a devilish smile.
I slowly moved both hands aside, leaving my rock hard monster cock nestling beneath and between her enormous tits, separated from them only by the thin cotton of her top. Staring at me all the while, gently biting her bottom lip, she pushed and pulled and wrestled with my shorts, rolling and moving her tits over my dick, grinning as I looked down and watched her mounds slide all over it. She glanced down, staring at the head of my mammoth cock as it poked out from beneath her tits, then looked up at me.
“Are you sure I can’t tempt you, sweetie?” she asked quietly. Her tongue slid out from between her lips and licked them, slowly. “Maybe just a blow job?”
Mother or not, I had to admit I was incredibly tempted right then, not to mention incredibly fucking horny. We stared at each other, my apparently never softening prick pulsing beneath the weight of her fantastic tits.
“What’s happening here?” Chelsea said with a smirk from the doorway.
The moment broken, I managed to use my good left hand to ease my mother back a little and pull my shorts closed over my hard-on. Mom actually pouted a little as she knelt back up, then winked at me.
“Just following the doctor’s advice and helping Alex dress,” mom said as Chelsea walked in carrying a tray with three coffee mugs on it and sat beside me on the sofa.
“Uh-huh,” my sister said, obviously not believing her. She openly stared at the big lump in my shorts as mom took her drink and I reached for mine. “Looked more like you were trying to get Alex’s dick in your mouth,” she said with a big grin, the pair of them laughing as I blushed.
What the fuck was going on here? I wondered.
“By the way, big brother,” Chelsea said, reaching over and prodding the still hard lump in my shorts when she said ‘big’, “there’s a message on the phone from Darla. Sounds like she found out the hospital let you home and she wonders if you’re – – up – – for a visit.” Another prod, leaving her finger against my dick just a little longer this time.
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” mom said. “The sooner she gets you back in front of the camera the better.” She looked back at my stiffy. “Not that she’ll find that – – too hard.”
She and Chelsea giggled and, for the first time in what seemed like forever, I found myself laughing with them.
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We spent the rest of the day relaxing and, from my point of view, getting to know them, while they spent a lot of time flirting not only with me but each other, sometimes for my benefit, sometimes not. At the end of the day we sat in the huge lounge and watched a horror film together, Chelsea climbing into our mom’s lap because she claimed to be scared. I couldn’t be a hundred percent certain but from where I sat it looked like mom took her mind off the movie by slipping her hand up Chelsea’s skirt. I half-watched my sister move gently up and down, her eyes half-closed, her breathing coming in gasps as – – I think – – our mom fingered her pussy.
It was, I guess, no surprise that my sleep was filled with dreams of the pair of them.
The next morning over breakfast, mom told me she’d been in touch with Darla, my agent, and was going to take me into the city to see her.
“I need to pick up a few things anyway,” she said, “so I’ll drop you at Darla’s office and pick you up later if that’s okay?”
“Sure, mom, thanks,” I said, looking at her. Skin tight jeans once again showed off her lovely legs and her perfect, round ass. A low-cut spaghetti vest top struggled to keep her huge tits inside it, displaying a massive cleavage and a fair amount of side boob. I looked away as I felt my cock stirring beneath the loose dressing gown I’d managed to pull on over my plastered arm.
She stood in front of me as I drank my coffee, putting one hand on her hip, the other on the table, leaning forward, her tits right in my eye line.
“You need any help getting dressed?” she asked softly, staring at me with a big smile.
“No fair, mom,” Chelsea said from the doorway – – it was obviously a habit of hers. “You helped him yesterday. Surely it’s my turn?”
We both looked over at her. Gone was the goth schoolgirl look, replaced instead with a pair of plain, pink cotton pajamas that she still managed to look sexy in. The fact that the top was unbuttoned almost to her navel and was spread wide by her big tits helped, of course.
“I suppose so, sweetie,” mom said, kissing her lightly on the lips as she came into the kitchen-cum-breakfast area. “But you’re going to have to hurry if we’re going to make the appointment,” she said, pointing up at the clock.
“Come on, big brother,” Chelsea said with a smile, taking my drink out of my hand and placing it on the table. She took my hand and led me out and back up to my room. Once there, she took me over towards the bed, leaving me standing as she rummaged through my clothes, looking for something for me.
“I could – – I could manage to – – to do this on my own, Chels,” I said nervously, watching her go through the same moves our mother had the day before. She bent at the waist, the pajamas clinging to her gorgeous, pert little ass, her huge tits straining against her top.
“No can do, Al,” she said. “Got to do what the doctor told us, remember? Help you with bathing and dressing, that’s what he said.” She smiled at me as she held up another pair of shorts and a baggy T-shirt. “And you’re going to need a shower this evening, I’m guessing.”
She dropped the T-shirt on the bed and the shorts at my feet then took hold of my dressing gown and pushed it off, the cord unravelling at my waist, leaving me naked. Maintaining eye contact all the while, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me, her huge tits brushing against me every now and then. She only looked away when she came level with my big dick which, while not fully hard, was definitely more than a semi and pointed out almost horizontally, bobbing beside her head.
“Oh wow,” she breathed, staring at it. She moved closer and I could feel her hot breath against it as she examined it close up. “You’re so fucking big, Al,” she said quietly.
I looked down at her, unable to move, unable to speak. My hugely fake titted sister knelt in front of me transfixed by my cock. Part of my brain – – okay, it was mostly my dick – – wanted to just move to one side and slip the head of my knob into her mouth while the rest of me was screaming “This is your sister, dude! Don’t you dare!”
“I’ve never had a dick this big,” she said looking up at me again. “But I’d really – – really – – like to.”
I swallowed nervously, still unable to speak or move or do anything except watch.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head, laying her cool cheek against my heavy prick, moving her face along its length once or twice.
Somehow I found my voice.
“Chelsea – – Chelsea – – I can’t,” I said, surprising myself at how sad I sounded.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me again, smiling despite her obvious disappointment.
“Okay, big brother,” she said. “I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to.”
She reached beside her for my shorts and directed my legs, lifting first one then the other into them just as our mother had yesterday. She moved around a little, wiggling them up my calves, before leaning back and then forward, kneeling up quickly.
I watched as my big dick, still half-hard and now trapped between us, slipped down the front of her pajamas and between her big tits. I gasped at the feeling, groaning as Chelsea moved her upper arms together, sandwiching my cock in her cleavage.
“Oops,” she said with a smile, not sorry in the slightest.
“Chelsea?” I gasped, simultaneously loving the feeling of her huge mounds of tit flesh squeezing my cock and panicking at having my dick anywhere near my sister.
“Sorry,” she giggled. “Guess I should have seen that coming, eh?” She moved again, my dick sliding around in her cleavage. “Have to admit it feels real good, though,” she sighed.
“Chelsea – – I can’t,” I said again.
“Okay, big brother,” she said with that same smile. “Then you’d best take your dick out from between my titties, don’t you think?”
We stared at each other as I slowly, oh so fucking slowly, used my left hand to take hold of my big cock and pulled it free of her cleavage. I couldn’t help groaning at the feeling of her hot, firm flesh against my dick, the biggest pair of tits I’d ever had wrapped around it, and here I was, turning them down.
As my cock popped free, Chelsea stared at it and blew it a kiss before pulling up my shorts, letting me tuck myself away before she did them up. She pulled on my T-shirt over my head, carefully feeding my arm through it, then patted my still bulging crotch.
“See you later, big brother,” she said, standing on tip-toe and kissing me briefly on the lips. “Your sneakers are slip-ons so you should be able to manage those.”
With that, she skipped out of the room.
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Darla Lassiter, it seemed, was still my agent but whereas in the Old World she’d had a single room office above a small store, here she was part of a thriving partnership that she was in charge of. Mom drove me into the city and let me out of the car outside the building of Lassiter, Dash and Collins, a big, sleek multi-storied office building with mirrored windows and a big reception hall.
“You’ll be fine, sweetie,” mom said, leaning over the passenger seat and looking out the window at me. She knew full well her vest top was bulging under the weight of her huge tits, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage. “Just ask for Darla at the reception desk and she’ll come and get you. I’ll pick you up in a hour or so, okay?”
“Okay, mom,” I said, watching as she drove away.
I turned to the entrance, stopping as a man, dressed in a long black coat and a wearing a black, wide brimmed hat stepped in front of me, the same man that had talked to me outside the hospital the day before.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, same as yesterday.
“Who are you?” I asked, wincing at his sunken cheeks and eyes and his pale, sallow complexion “What do you mean I shouldn’t be here?”
“You need to go home,” he said, never blinking. “You need to get back to your world.”
“What? How do I do that?”
“You need to leave here.”
He stared at me for a moment longer then walked off, turning round a corner and out of sight.
“Weird,” I said to myself. Whoever he was, he obviously knew something was odd about me, about this world I’d woken up in. He knew this wasn’t my world, my reality, and wanted me to go back to the old one.
I thought about my mom and Chelsea and wondered if I wanted to go back to the Old World.
Still wondering, I walked into the office building to meet with my agent.
This is filed under Sci-Fi & Fantasy because it’s set in an alternate world. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18.
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My name is Alex Taylor. I had an accident and I woke up in a world where every woman looks like they’ve stepped out of an early 90’s issue of Score magazine. Am I in a coma? Am I mad? Or have I died and gone to heaven? Whatever the hell has happened, it’s like I’m on a different planet. With a bit of luck, if I can work out what the fuck is going on, maybe I can get back to the real world. If I want to, that is.
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The big reception hall of Lassiter, Dash and Collins was busy to say the least. Dozens of people moved to and from, most of them very good looking girls with figures built for porn. They moved to and then away from the central reception hub, a circular desk in the centre of the floor manned by three attractive, busty young women. As I stepped up to the desk, one of them, a cute blonde, looked up and smiled automatically for the briefest second before her smile, and her eyes, became wider as she apparently recognised me.
“Good mor – – oh, Mr Hazard, oh it’s so good to see you back,” she said, confusing the shit out of me as my surname’s Taylor.
“Ummmm, I think you have the wrong person,” I said a little uncertainly, watching perplexed as the two other receptionists turned at her words.
“Mr Hazard, thank goodness you’re back,” one of them said, ignoring my words, before the other said “We were so worried when we heard about your accident, Mr Hazard.”
It might have been wrong of me – – they obviously thought I was someone else – – but having three cute, busty girls coo over me was kinda flattering. I also noticed one or two of the other girls in the room casting their eye over me, nudging each other and pointing me out.
“Well – – thank you, ladies,” I said, smiling back at them. “I’m here to see Darla Lassiter.”
“Of course, Mr Hazard,” the first receptionist said, pressing a button on her console. “I’ll buzz Miss Lassiter’s secretary.”
The three receptionists returned to dealing with other customers, though they’d occasionally glance over at me and smile. I have to admit to loving the attention but eventually, another young lady tapped me on the arm and said “Mr Hazard?”
She too was good looking with a mass of dark hair piled up on her head in a neat but looks untidy sort of style. She wore a black skirt and white blouse and had a pair of round specs perched on the end of her nose. In one hand she held a clipboard, in the other a pen. She looked like the perfect definition of a secretary in other words.
“Please come with me, Miss Lassiter will see you now,” she said, turning and heading to the elevators over on one wall. I waved goodbye with my good hand – – my right was still in plaster – – to the receptionists and followed the pertly jiggling ass of my agent’s secretary.
Since when did Darla have a secretary anyway? I wondered as we rode the elevator up to the top floor. Back in what I was thinking of more and more as the Old World, her business was a one-woman affair – – she had a single room office above a small store and dealt with everything herself. She didn’t have enough clients to need a secretary and yet here she was, so my mother told me, as lead partner in a thriving business.
Her secretary led me from the elevators down a short corridor before tapping on an office door, letting me in then closing it as she left to do whatever she had to.
I glanced around Darla’s office which was so different from the one I was used to in the Old World. Here there was a massive wooden desk with keyboard, monitor, mouse, desktop pads and pens and a huge leather seat behind it. The window looked out on to the cityscape with a view that was breathtaking. A mini-bar stood in one corner, a large sofa in another and, from behind a door next to that, came the sound of running water, presumably an en suite bathroom.
Around the walls hung movie posters with titles and images that left me in no doubt what sort of films this world’s Darla was providing actors for – – The Italian Boob Job showed three hugely titted women astride red, white and blue Minis; Avengers ASS-emble had female superheroes bent over, their asses to the camera, looking back over their shoulders; Charlene’s Angels had three other big titted girls as private investigators; Meet The Fuckers had an almost wholesome family scene before you realised the dad’s hands were cupping his wife’s and daughter’s tits; Alien 3DP showed another big boobed babe in a sci-fi setting being menaced by three aliens with long tentacles.
Then Raiders of The Lost Ass caught my eye. A mock-up of the famous 1980’s film poster showed the hero in fedora, beaten up leather jacket, carrying a whip and fighting off Nazi’s. But here, the hero was a woman, Alabama Jones, whose shirt beneath her jacket barely contained two huge, perfect, round tits that squashed together forming a fantastic cleavage.
Alabama Jones was played by one Lisa Hazard.
My mother.
“That’s always been my favourite of your mother’s films,” Darla said from behind me, having walked in from the en suite.
I turned and, once again, was struck by how different things were here. Back in the Old World, Darla was a mid-thirties, dirty blonde women who was as skinny as a beanpole – – here she was an absolute MILF, just like my mother. White, platinum blonde hair down to her waist; long legs; a firm, round ass; a tiny waist; and, best of all, a pair of huge, fake tits. All this was wrapped up under a severe yet sexy business suit that looked professional but couldn’t hide her figure.
“How are you feeling, Alex?” she asked, walking over and hugging me, taking care not to knock my plastered arm, her big tits squashing against my chest. The move caught me by surprise as we’d never been close in the Old World.
“I’m – – I’m good,” I said, feeling my cock lurch a little in my shorts.
“When I spoke to your mom,” Darla said, letting me go and heading to the mini-bar, “she said you were having problems with your memory.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” I said, taking the whisky and coke she offered me, watching as she sipped her own.
“What’s another?” she asked.
“That I don’t have a clue what’s going on around here,” I said, laughing a little despite the truth of it. “The receptionists kept calling me Mr Hazard which confused the hell out of me.”
We both sat down, Darla behind her desk, me on one of the comfortable chairs in front of it.
“That’s your screen name, Alex Hazard. When you decided to follow your mom into the business, you kept her screen surname.”
I indicated the poster for Raiders of The Lost Ass over my shoulder. “Which is why she’s called Lisa Hazard on the film poster back there?” Darla nodded. “Can I ask, what type of film is that? I mean, is it just a B-movie knock off or – – ”
I left the question dangling, unsure whether I wanted to hear the answer I thought I was going to get.
“Oh, sweetie, you really have lost your memory, haven’t you?” Darla said with sympathy. “Your mother’s a porn star – – that film was the one that really made her name in the business and was the first one I produced.”
“You produced it?” I said, not sure why I was so surprised.
“I’d starred with your mom in about half a dozen films but wanted to get behind the camera as well as in front of it,” Darla said with a smile. “We became good friends so she was happy to star in my first film as producer and things just took off from there.”
“Wait, you’ve starred in porn films?” I asked.
“Now that does a girl’s ego no good,” she said. “I’ve starred in porn films with you and you don’t remember?” I stared at her, fucking amazed. She sighed, tapped at her keyboard and, moments later, turned the monitor round to face me.
On screen, Darla lay on her side on a table, wearing nothing more than stockings and suspenders, her huge tits moving gently as she sucked on the big cock of a coloured guy who stood at her head. Behind her, holding one leg up, spreading her legs wide as his slid his huge dick in and out of her pussy, was me.
I swear I heard my jaw drop open in surprise.
“Uh-huh – – uh-huh – – fuck me baby,” Darla said on screen, taking a break from sucking the black guy’s cock for a second.
“Holy shit,” I said from the chair, painfully aware that my dick had sprung to life and was bulging down the leg of my shorts.
“You seriously don’t remember this?” Darla asked, a little curious and maybe a little hurt as well. I silently shook my head. Darla tapped at her keyboard again, closing the media player and bringing up another file. This time a redheaded girl lay on a bed, legs spread wide as Darla knelt on all fours, eating her out. I was behind Darla, cramming my dick in her pussy again. “How about this one?”
Again, I slowly shook my head, my eyes glued to the screen.
“I’m a porn star?” I asked dumbly.
“Yep, and a damn good one, too,” Darla said. “Just like your mom.”
That shook me out of myself and brought me back to the first part of our conversation. “So my mom does porn as well?”
Darla laughed and again closed one file and opened another. She and my mother appeared on screen in a classic lesbian sixty nine, my mom on top, both of them naked except for stockings, mom in white, Darla in black. With all the hints from my mother over the last couple of days, with everything Darla had said, it shouldn’t have shocked me, but I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of my mother and my agent engaging in full on, lip smacking, finger fucking, girl on girl sex. And I couldn’t help but feel my cock swell even more as I watched.
“Jesus,” I whispered.
Darla grinned. “You pair aren’t the only ones in your family, you know,” she said, once more closing the file and bringing up another. A younger girl with big, fake tits appeared on screen, riding a skinny dude’s dick, gasping in pleasure as he fucked her. It was my sister, Chelsea.
“Jesus,” I said again. “Chelsea does porn, too?”
Darla laughed. “The three of you are pretty much porn’s first family,” she said proudly. “The fans love the fact you’re related.”
I looked at her, remembering something both Chelsea and my mom had said over the last couple of days about not doing things I didn’t want to.
“But I haven’t – – you know – – I haven’t with my mom or – – or my sister, have I?” I asked.
“No, as much as we all try and convince you to,” Darla said with a matter of fact smile.
“What? Really?” I gasped. “You want me to commit incest?”
Darla frowned. “Your head’s really messed up isn’t it?” she asked again, not unkindly. “Incest hasn’t been illegal for years, not since President Fitzgerald repealed it in the 60’s after genetic testing revealed the fears of inherited problems were unfounded. As long as everyone involved is over the age of eighteen and consenting, you can fuck anyone in your family that you like. As much as your mom and Chelsea are up for it, though, you’ve always resisted for some reason.”
For a moment I was baffled as a few questions rattled through my head – – who the hell was President Fitzgerald? Did they really have genetic testing in the 60’s? Incest is legal? – – before one percolated to the top.
“So – – my mom and Chelsea – – have they – -?”
Darla didn’t bother saying anything, just opened up a new file and let me watch.
On the monitor, my sister wore a porno French maid’s outfit – – tiny skirt, frilly apron, white hat, blouse cut way down low to reveal her huge tits – – while my mom wore a large ball gown made of shiny silk or something. She’d pulled the bodice down and was cupping her own big jugs, her skirts pulled up to her waist, her legs spread wide. Chelsea knelt between them and was fucking her with a thick, black dildo, occasionally dipping her head to suck and lick at her pussy.
Once again I sat stunned into silence.
“That’s one of my biggest sellers,” Darla said after a while. “Fans love watching your mom and sister fuck on screen. I think the only thing that would be a bigger success is if you joined them.”
“I – – I can’t,” I said, for the first time finding myself wondering if I could. This was some weird, fucked up alternate reality world that I was in. Did the normal rules apply here? Not to others, obviously.
“Well, that’s your choice, Alex,” Darla said, shutting down the media player. “My immediate concern is finding out when you’re going to be ready to get back in front of the camera.”
“Ummm – – I’m not sure,” I said, a little thrown by her straightforward manner. “The cast is coming off in a few days,” I said, “so maybe after that?”
“That’ll be good timing,” Darla said. “Shoot magazine have finally agreed to pay what we’re asking for you so they’re keen to get you into some of their girls, and I know you are too.”
“Shoot magazine?” I asked, embarrassed by my lack of knowledge.
Darla sighed. “Yes, Shoot magazine. The one you’ve been trying to get into for the last year? The premiere magazine in the big boob market?” She reached into her drawer and tossed me over a small, glossy booklet. “Those are the girls that are going to be available and Shoot know their fans are going to love you working with them so they’re basically giving you your pick. Read through and let me know by the end of the week which ones you want me to set up for you.”
I looked at the booklet’s cover which showed a hugely fake titted, gorgeous model cupping her big melons and smiling at the camera, the Shoot logo above her head. He shoots, he scores, I thought, making the connection between the Old World and the New, realising what I had in my hands.
“Now, you head home because I’ve got work to do,” Darla said, standing up and kissing me on the cheek as I stood, giving me another hug. She gave my half-hard cock a friendly squeeze and then pointed me toward the door where her secretary was waiting to take me back down to the exit.
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I stood in the sunshine outside Darla’s office building, waiting for my mother to come and pick me up, the brochure of the Shoot girls in my shorts pocket. I wanted to look through it, to browse the girls that were willing to work with me, to confirm my suspicions as to the names that would be in there, but figured I’d wait until I got home.
Home, where two of the horniest, sexiest, bustiest porn stars were living with me. Why did they have to be my mother and sister? Why did that have to bother me so much when it obviously didn’t bother them?
“You know you don’t belong here, don’t you?” a voice said from behind me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said as I turned, expecting the thin, gaunt looking guy in black who’d approached me twice before. Instead, I found a gorgeous girl dressed all in white – – T-shirt, mini-skirt, shoes, sunglasses – – smiling up at me. For a second I wondered if any woman in this world was anything other than good looking, before her low cut top caught my eye and I dropped my gaze to her big tits and fantastic cleavage.
“Sorry,” I said. “I thought you – – ummm – – sorry.”
“You thought I was someone else,” the girl said with a smile. “Maybe a tall, skinny dude who dresses in black?”
“Ummm, yeah, actually. How’d you know?”
She shrugged. “I know all about him and his creepy, scary warnings. For all his ridiculous ways, he’s right – – like I said, you know you don’t belong here, don’t you?”
I sighed. “If you mean I’ve woken up to a world where my entire life’s changed and I don’t know how I’m supposed to react, then yeah, I guess so.”
She reached out and stroked my good arm reassuringly.
“I know it can be disconcerting. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to give me a call.” She handed me a business card with her number and name – – Daphne – – on it. “I can help you, Alex. Give me a call over the next day or so. And stay away from the man in black.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said, putting her card in my pocket. A car horn beeped twice and I turned to see my mom pulled up at the roadside, waving at me.
When I turned back, Daphne had vanished.
“This just gets weirder and fucking weirder,” I said to myself, heading to the car where my porn star mom was ready to take me home.
This is filed under Sci-Fi & Fantasy because it’s set in an alternate world. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18.
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My name is Alex Taylor. I had an accident and I woke up in a world where every woman looks like they’ve stepped out of an early 90’s issue of Score magazine. Am I in a coma? Am I mad? Or have I died and gone to heaven? Whatever the hell has happened, it’s like I’m on a different planet. With a bit of luck, if I can work out what the fuck is going on, maybe I can get back to the real world. If I want to, that is.
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I was sat in my car again, stuck in traffic, desperate to get to my audition. Seeing a different route, I swung across the empty oncoming lanes and stalled. As I struggled to get the car started, a truck appeared heading straight for me, blaring its horn. I turned the key and pumped the gas pedal but nothing happened. The truck bore down, its huge grill filling my sight – –
I jolted awake from the dream, for a moment wondering where the hell I was. I knew it was less of a dream and more of a memory – – the crash had happened, leaving me in a coma with a broken right arm and severe bruising over my legs and torso. Thing is, when the crash had happened, I was a struggling actor still living with my grossly overweight mother and sister who ridiculed me every chance they got. My agent was next to useless and my love life was non-existent, not helped by my small penis and inability to last more than a couple of minutes when I did get to bed a woman.
That was the Old World, though, as I’d started thinking of it. Because the world I’d emerged into from the coma, the New World, was a whole different ball game. Here I was a porn star with a huge cock; my mother and sister were also porn stars, both of them fitted out with huge, fake tits, and they both loved me. They both also wanted to have sex with me; here incest was legal as long as everyone was at least eighteen and consenting but, for some strange reason, I couldn’t bring myself to do it with them.
I looked round myself, realising I was sat on the sofa in my suite of rooms. That’s right – – suite of rooms. The tiny house I’d shared with my mother and sister in the Old World was now a mansion paid for by our porn star money. I’d returned from a meeting with my agent, Darla, who’d also turned out to be a sometime porn actress that me – – and my mom – – had fucked on screen more than once, not that I remembered it. My life right now was a weird mixture of the Old and New. Anyway, after getting home, I’d fallen asleep on my sofa and dreamed about my accident, woken up, and here I was.
“Got some soup for you, big brother,” my sister Chelsea said as she walked into the room carrying a tray which, sure enough, held a bowl of soup and a spoon.
Have to admit, though, my attention was less on the food and more on what she was wearing. Her big hair had been pulled back and tied into two bunches on top of her head. A tiny, pink, low-cut and cropped T-shirt left her taut belly bare and, I imagined, if she moved her hands over her head, the bottom of the shirt would slip up and over her huge tits which were clearly not held in place with a bra. The shortest shorts I think I’d ever seen tried to cover her round ass but left a lot of her butt cheeks free, a sight I got when she bent over to put the tray on the table in front of the sofa.
“You need to keep your strength up,” Chelsea said, holding the bowl and spoon as she knelt beside me, letting me put my left arm around her shoulders so she could get really close. Her smooth belly touched my side, her huge tits squashed against my upper torso, as she spooned some soup from the bowl and held it up to my mouth.
“I think I can manage to eat on my own, Chels,” I said with a smile.
“Maybe you can,” she said, paying no attention to me and feeding me the soup. “But I like to help you, big brother.” I took two or three spoonfuls of chicken soup like this, conscious all the while of her big tits pushed against me, her deep cleavage on display every time I dipped my head to take some food. Not surprisingly, I felt my cock lengthen and thicken in my shorts and, due to my size, there was no way Chelsea didn’t notice it, either. Not that she took offence.
“Am I distracting you, Alex?” she asked, pointedly looking at the long lump that ran down the inside of my thigh.
“You know you are,” I said, unable to be angry at all.
“Mind if I have some?” She held up a spoonful of soup to her own mouth, sucking it in before letting it dribble from the corner of her mouth, the pale fluid pouring over her chin to fall on to her huge tits, running into her cleavage. “Oops,” she said, using a finger to scoop it up, licking it clean as she stared at me.
“God damn it, Chelsea,” I said, part exasperated, part turned on. “I wish you’d stop teasing me.”
“Do you? Really?” She ran her hand over my thigh until it encountered the obvious lump of my cock, her fingers sliding up and down its length. “Looks like one part of you disagrees, at least.”
“I can’t help that. Any man would have the same reaction to you dressed like that and sat so close.”
“Is that what gets you hard, big brother? Just my clothes and sitting next to you?” She put a finger into the already low cut neck of her T-shirt and pulled it down, revealing her deep cleavage and the inner slopes of her tanned melons. “Not my big tits as well?”
“Jesus, Chelsea,” I whispered, swallowing hard as I looked down at my sister’s huge fucking tits. Despite all my protests, all my claims of not being able or wanting to commit incest, I couldn’t take my eyes of her perfect, round melons. Just that morning she’d helped me get dressed and accidentally on purpose ended up with my half hard dick between her tits. I remembered how they’d felt wrapped around my dick and swear my cock grew another inch in response.
“Mmmm, you do like my big tits, don’t you?” Chelsea asked me. She put the soup bowl and spoon down and now ran both her hands along my shorts, folding the material close around the length of my cock. “Such a big dick,” she whispered. “You know what my favourite porno is at the moment?” she asked me.
I shook my head. Part of me wanted to ask her to stop this; a large part of me didn’t.
“It’s your scene in The Best Little Whorehouse in Arkansas. You remember?” Again, I shook my head. “It’s the scene where you get to fuck Dolly Partridge because you’re threatening to close her down and she doesn’t want you to.” Chelsea ran her hands along my cock, squeezing it gently. “She goes down on you, then you fuck her, then you fuck her big – – fucking – – tits – – before you cum all over her face.”
Chelsea looked up at me, a little breathless as she relayed the scene to me.
“The director wanted you to fuck her ass as well, but she was scared to take your big dick up her butt and you’re such a nice guy you wouldn’t force her to do it.”
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said quietly. “All round nice guy,” I said. Back in the Old World I’d never even had a finger inside a girl’s ass – – despite nervously trying once or twice – – and yet here I was, apparently having refused to butt fuck a girl because I’m such a good guy.
“I’d let you,” Chelsea said quietly. “I’d love to take this up my ass,” she said, still running her hands up and down my now painfully hard cock.
We stared at each other, neither one knowing what to do or say.
“Ahem!” our mother said as she walked into the room. “I sent you up here to feed your brother, Chelsea, not to seduce him.” She stood in front of us wearing an old, long T-shirt that was almost transparent, allowing us to see the tiny bikini she wore beneath it, her huge tits covered by basically two triangles of cloth and some string. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail but for all that, my eye was caught by what she was carrying in one hand – – a tube of Saran Wrap and a roll of duct tape.
“You need a shower, Alex,” our mother said, taking my good hand from around Chelsea’s shoulders and pulling me upright, Chelsea pushing me from behind. Together they walked me into my bathroom – – big, sunken tub on one side, large walk-in shower cubicle on the other, toilet in a separate little room.
Mom led me into the middle of the room and had me lift my plaster covered right arm up and out before she started wrapping it in the clear film.
“Can’t have it getting wet while you shower, can we?” she asked. Once covered, she took the duct tape and sealed up the top edge to prevent any water getting under it. “There, all done. Chelsea? Start the shower, sweetheart,” she said.
“Thanks, mom,” I said, still conscious of my very hard – – and uncomfortable as it was still pointing down my leg – – dick. “I can take it from here, I think.”
“Oh no, sweetie,” mom said. “Doctor’s orders – – we’re to help you with dressing and bathing, remember? But to spare your blushes,” she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head in one move, “we’re going to wear our bikinis while we wash you.”
My mother’s bikini, as I mentioned, was tiny – – a little dark blue number that covered her nipples and her pussy and not much else. As she took me by my good hand and led me to the shower, I watched Chelsea take off her shorts revealing an equally small pair of bikini bottoms. She took hold of her cropped shirt and started to lift it up over her head as mom had done.
“Oh no,” she said without any real regret. She was half-way done and showing an expanse of underboob that was more than most women had in total. “I forgot my bikini top,” she finished, whipping her shirt off, her massive, tanned tits revealed to me and mom.
“Oh Chelsea, shame on you,” mom said, half-frowning, half-smiling. She turned to me. “Well, you can’t have a shower while you’re dressed,” she said.
The pair of them carefully pulled my T-shirt off, making sure not to knock my arm, their hands running over my defined abs and pecs. They then knelt down on either side of me and together, as I looked down and watched, undid my shorts and slowly pulled them down. Inch by inch, they revealed my swollen cock until the material cleared the head, letting it bounce up and free, pointing straight ahead.
“Did mean old Chelsea tease you, sweetheart?” mom asked me, licking her lips as she looked at my cock.
“I didn’t mean to,” Chelsea lied with a smile.
They knelt there for a second or two, both of them just looking at my dick before I cleared my throat to get their attention.
“Ummm – – the shower?” I said, more to break the moment than anything.
They stood and as I tried not to stare too openly at Chelsea’s fantastic tits, I let mom lead me into the cubicle and under the warm spray of the water. It felt good to be washed again, the first shower I’d taken since waking up from the coma. It felt even better when first my mom and then my sister followed me into the cubicle. The thing was large, like I said, but it wasn’t designed for three people and I had to stop myself from moaning as first mom then Chelsea squashed up against me, their huge tits – – in a bikini in mom’s case, naked in Chelsea’s – – pressing against my skin.
“Pass the shower gel,” mom said to Chelsea who reached out – – running her tits against my arm as she did – – and passed the bottle of gel to our mom who was on the other side of me. In seconds the warm water that splashed and ran down our bodies was joined by the fresh, lemon scent of shower gel foam that mom rubbed all over my chest and shoulders, Chelsea quickly joining in, doing my neck and back.
The foam and bubbles made it easier for them both to rub against me effortlessly as I stood there, my cock still pointing forwards, one hand on the shower wall in front of me to brace myself, the other held to one side. Chelsea took my good hand and covered it in suds, holding it up against herself, her huge tits sliding either side of it.
“Got to get you nice and clean, big brother,” she said over the noise of the spray.
“I hope you don’t mind, son,” my mom said from my other side, “but this just keeps slipping and getting in the way.” I turned to look as she took her bikini top off, her enormous tits, covered in soap and water, naked and pressed up against me as she washed my chest.
I couldn’t help but stare at my mom’s huge, fake tits as they ballooned out to either side as she pushed close to me, water trickling off their slopes. My cock gave a lurch at the sight and rose upward, something which both women noticed.
“We’ve got to clean everywhere, you know,” Chelsea said, winking at me.
“Your sister’s right, Alex,” our mom said. “This is just us following Doctor’s orders. Nothing else.”
Together, as if they’d planned it, their hands slid over my chest, down my stomach to the base of my hard on. Both of them watched me as they slowly, oh so slowly, used one hand each to encircle the root of my cock.
I knew I should stop them – – this was my mother and sister, New World or not – – but I just let out a sigh and closed my eyes, not making a move.
Fingers entwined with each other, my mom and sister slowly ran their hands up my big dick, the water and shower gel making it easy for them. As they reached the big, flared knob, they slid their fingers around and across the head, rubbing it softly before travelling back down the length of my cock. Back up to the top they went together, in no rush at all, taking their time to enjoy getting their hands on my dick at last.
I opened my eyes to find they’d leaned forward and, as they continued to slowly stroke my dick, they kissed beneath the spray of water, tongues gently probing each other’s mouths. Their hands started to speed up a little, their grip tightening as they made out together while jerking me off, still under the pretence of washing me.
“God, mom,” Chelsea muttered, “he’s so big.”
“I know, baby,” mom replied. “But we’re just washing him, remember?” She looked up at me, blinking at the water that splashed on her face. “We can’t make him cum because that would be wrong,” she said before turning back to Chelsea and kissing her deeply.
I groaned in frustration at the thought of not being allowed to cum. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shot my load – – certainly not since waking up from the coma despite all the horny women that seemed to inhabit this world. Now here I was, two busty pornstars slowly jerking me off and they weren’t going to let me cum?
“Sorry big bro,” Chelsea said looking up at me. “Mom’s right. We’re just washing you. You wouldn’t want us to do anything sexy with you. Would you?”
As she asked, she gripped my cock harder, her and mom speeding up a little, still stroking my cock from the base to the tip on every move.
“Oh God,” I groaned, putting my hand against the shower wall again, steadying myself as the pair of them slid their fists up and down my dick.
“Would you like to cum, sweetheart?” mom said. “I know this might feel odd as we’re just washing you,”
“Washing your big fucking cock,” Chelsea interrupted.
“But if you want us to stop, of course we will,” mom continued, looking up at me. “All you have to do is tell us to stop. Tell us to stop – – or tell us to make you cum.”
I groaned again – – not the most eloquent of responses, I know but my mind was in a whirl, here. Even before I’d woken up from the coma I’d apparently always resisted the advances of my mom and sister and yet now, after just a couple of days, I was being jerked off by both of them at the same time.
“What do you want us to do, sweetheart?” mom asked me.
I hesitated for just a second, imagining a cartoon angel version of myself on one shoulder piously protesting to get them to stop, while on the other shoulder, a devilish version just stood there, tongue lolling as it jerked itself off.
“Oh God,” I said again. “Make me cum. Please.”
They both grinned up at me before holding my dick under the water, washing off the suds and soap. Once clean, they bent at the waist and together, one either side, slowly kissed the head of my cock. I gasped as I felt their tongues wrap and play around my knob, their hands still jerking me off. If I had died at that point, I would have died happy. Thankfully I didn’t as things got better when my mom eased my thick cock head between her lips and into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on it for a moment before letting Chelsea have a go.
I watched them taking turns blowing me and, at that moment, wondered why the fuck I’d resisted this.
Chelsea reached up with one hand and turned the shower off, the only noise in the cubicle now my heavy breathing and the slick, sloppy sounds of my mom sucking my cock.
“You going to cum soon, baby?” my mom asked as Chelsea took her place, sucking on my big dick. “You going to cum all over us?”
“Do it, Alex,” Chelsea said, the pair of them still jerking on my dick. “I want to feel your cum on my face and tits.”
They obviously felt me tense up at that thought as they managed to squeeze together in front of me in the cubicle, both of them holding their tits up, mom using one arm under both of her huge jugs, the other hand still jerking me off.
“Do it, Alex,” mom said. “Cum all over us.”
I gasped as my dick swelled even more and – – finally – – spat out a huge wad of jism which ran in an unbroken, thick line from my mom’s forehead, over her eye and cheek to hang off her jaw line before pooling slightly on one of her tits. My dick bucked and throbbed and shot out more jizz, adding a heavy coating of spunk over my mom’s face and tits, then another, and another. Laughing in surprise, mom pointed my cock at my sister, aiming my continuing blasts – – each one as full and heavy as the first – – at Chelsea’s face and tits.
“Yeah, do it – – cover us in cum!” Chelsea cried, sticking her tongue out and eagerly sucking in my creamy load, mom deliberately aiming a couple of blasts at her open mouth before turning it back to herself. She opened her own mouth and leaned forward, taking my next few shots straight down her throat.
Eventually, after what seemed like an age, I stopped cumming. My mother and sister still knelt in front of me, covered in my thick cum. Cords of jizz lay crisscrossed over their faces and tits, their huge mounds looking like they’d been glazed there was so much spunk on them; a large pool of jism nestled between my mom’s fake tits as she held them up.
“Do you – – do you need the – – shower turned on?” I gasped at them.
“No need,” mom said, smiling as Chelsea leaned in and started to lick and suck the cum from our mother’s face, mom turning and doing the same for her, the pair of them kissing and swapping my cum between them. Once their faces were relatively clean, they turned their attention to each other’s cum-covered tits.
As I watched them eat my cum from their tits, I felt my cock lurch and start to harden again but found myself thinking this was wrong.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “What have I done?”
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