A guy orchestrates a break-in to fuck his mom and sister

She went quiet for a long while as she caught her breath from what was clearly a massive orgasm. Without even touching myself, I’d jizzed my shorts; the scenario my mother had painted was so hot and so vivid in my head. If ever I got the chance, we’d definitely would do that. Feeling the stickiness that was now my boxers, I closed Mom’s door and ran to the bathroom as quietly as I could. Trying to stay undetected, I cleaned myself up in the dark, throwing my used toilet paper and Kleenexes into the toilet. I waited another fifteen minutes before I dared to flush the toilet, praying Mom had fallen asleep by then; during that time, I took off my boxers and buried them halfway down into the laundry hamper in the bathroom so that they wouldn’t be on top for everyone to look at in the morning. Sneaking back to bed, I tired to get myself to fall asleep, but my mind just kept replaying the audio porn that I’d just heard.

I’d like to say that when I woke up the next morning, I walked right into Mom’s room and fucked the shit out of her; that I turned all the fantasy that I’d heard the night before into my new reality. But alas, I am not so bold. In fact, I could barely look at Mom that morning. When she asked why I was acting so strange I (somewhat) lied and said that I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night as I’d stayed up later than I’d hoped having fallen down the rabbit hole that is YouTube. I also quickly alleviated any fears that she might have had at this by telling her I’d put my headphones on so as not to keep her up.

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I felt really bad that day as we drove home after school; I had promised Mom that I would try more in school, but after last night, I couldn’t think of anything else. Thankfully Rheta and Mom spent the entire drive talking about what Rhe and her friend had done the night before besides study. I was too busy trying to not picture them kneeling before me as they orally worshipped my cock to pay much attention. Getting home, I made a beeline for my bedroom, fully intending to spend the next hour until dinner jacking off to relieve (or was it relive) the stress from last night. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, I started to read the next chapter in the ‘What Goes Around Comes Around’ series.

I was about halfway through part three-having blown four loads from the hot combo of the story and Mom from last night-when Rheta knocked on my door saying that dinner was ready. Feeling comfortable that I was safe from randomly sprouting an erection for the next couple of hours, I put some sweats on and went down for dinner. It was during dinner, while Mom was talking about plans for the Christmas break, that my epiphany happened. I could be like the characters in the story I’d read; I could get someone to break into my house and force my mother and sister to have sex with me, thus allowing for my fantasy to become real and not appearing to have raped them in the process. And considering how much we all apparently wanted to cross that line, it wouldn’t really be rape.

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