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

Over the next couple of months, I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into incest fantasies. Honestly, I tried to focus on my studies (it was my final year of high school after all), but the more I tried to focus, the more I found myself succumbing to my (apparently family-shared) perversions. By the time Halloween rolled around, I’d resigned myself to getting grades that were about one and a half letter grades down from my usual fare.

And this is where my mother working at the school we attended, becomes a curse. My teachers obviously told her about my seeming lack in focus, which led to her confronting me on Halloween. Rheta had decided to study with a friend for the night as she had a test the day after next, so it was just the two of us in the house.


“Sweetie, can we talk about something?” Mom asked over dinner. “Something important.”

Thinking that she was about to bust me for jerking off into her and my sister’s bras and/or stealing their panties, I froze as I looked at her. Nodding slowly, I asked, “Am I in trouble?”

“Not in the sense you’re thinking of,” she answered, causing me to give a look of confusion. She elaborated, “It’s about school.” There was a pause as we looked at each other, waiting for the other to talk. Finally, Mom continued, “Your teachers are starting to worry, your grades are slipping; you seem to be constantly distracted and that seems to be affecting your work.”

Knowing that I couldn’t tell the truth, at least the full truth, I found myself confirming Mom’s suspicions. “I am.” Looking into her eyes, I could tell she wouldn’t break the silence that followed my admission, she wanted a fuller explanation. Heaving a bit of a sigh I continued, “It’s kinda embarrassing, and I can’t really talk about it with you.”

“You can talk to me about anything, honey. Even if it’s embarrassing-especially if it’s embarrassing. I’m your mother, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed to talk to me about stuff. There’s nothing you can say that would surprise me: I raised you, I’ve seen you naked, I do your laundry and clean your room; you can tell me what’s bothering you.”

I was really tempted to say ‘yeah right; I can tell you about how I’m obsessed with the thought of fucking you and Rheta’ but I held myself back. Instead, I took a stab and hoped that my next words would lead to the fulfillment of my obsession. “I’m really horny.” The look on Mom’s face as I said that almost made me laugh. The shock that I’d just came out and said it was probably the biggest factor in her reaction as she was like a deer caught in the headlights as she opened and closed her mouth trying to form the words to properly respond to this. “Like all the time; the girls in my classes, Ms. Frost (the sexy MILF English teacher), hell even Alexandria from down the street. I’m constantly surrounded by girls that make me harder than diamonds and I can’t do anything about it. Well, anything more than I’m already doing.”

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