Title: Age Of X - Coming Home
Keywords: mc, mF, teen, inc, brother, sister, mom, son, daughter, fF, mdom, group, anal, mat
Author: Caesar
Universe: Age Of X
Summary: A virus changes humanity, and in particular, one young man who must return home to his mother and sisters.





A certain young sheik of Algiers
Said to his harem, "My dears,
        Though you may think it odd of me,
        I'm tired of just sodomy
Let's try straight fucking."  (loud cheers!)

 

Age Of X - Coming Home

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.11 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

I do not remember where or when it started.  At least, not to the
exact day or even the week.  Yet I do remember the specific day that
it started for just my family and I.

Some called it a biological terror, others called it a chemical attack
- all would agree that it did more damage to the whole world than
anyone could have ever conceived.  Some related what happened to a
meteor causing the end of the dinosaurs - I shall let you decide for
yourself.

It started for me, in the news long before most of us realized what we
were reading or watching.  Snippets about water supplies being turned
off without any reason or how men in white suits and surgical masks,
with the armed forces as backup, came to haul away families from whole
blocks.  Rumours were more frequent than fact - and rarely could two
people talk without it becoming the main topic of conversation.

The terror started about then - when there was uncertainty and fear.
In large groups, people did not talk about it - in private they looked
to god or found consolation in some other way.  Our mood simply
changed from concern to fear as we saw that the whole world was
affected.  No one was exempt and the unknown left humanity trembling
in fear.

The men in white suits stopped their appearances eventually, the news
reports changed slowly from one of defense to acceptance, and the
world that we knew altered to what many started to call the 'Age Of
X'.

There was even the proposal of starting a new yearly calendar -
scientists pontificating that our species had radically changed and
that we should accept and adapt to that change.  I have to tell you, I
saw a lot of agreement to those arguments.  That decision, though,
would be made regardless of what I thought.

I am getting ahead of my tale - my personal account of those early
days when my existance changed... the lives of those around me changed
and the whole world changed with us.  Perhaps someone, somewhere, may
read this someday and know just a little of what my life was like - as
I am sure it was mirrored a million times throughout the globe.  The
strange thing is, I found myself actually enjoying this change in our
lives and, like many men that I knew, found that this new Age of X was
not so terrible.

I was one of the last of my peers to continue to attend my classes at
the university.  I lived on campus though my home was barely an hours
drive from school.  I saw my mates leave in small batches, returning
to their families in these difficult times - none returned and none
sent back word.  It was strangely quiet - no news.  Though I did not
return home immediately when the rumours started - the calls to my
mother seemed to solidify my hope that my family and I were immune to
what was happening around us.  Of course that was my youthful naive
nature - that I did not realize, none of us could, that no one was
safe.

When that call did come I was trembling in fear from what I could find
as I took the near-empty train home.  Mother had called in the middle
of the previous night and it was not her words but the sound of her
voice that scared me - that told me that this horrible thing that was
happening around the world had indeed hit my family.

At that point in my life I did not really understand what it was -
what the effects of it were.  Oh certainly the females faces that I
was familiar with started to disappear long before the news reports
started to mention female humans were being voted out of this
position, fired from that job and just not showing up in the normal
day to day positions of their lives.  The exact reason was not
mentioned - so I understood that the changes to our species was only
hitting the females of all ages.  Those changes were not stated and it
felt, up to that train ride home, that it was a widely known secret
that I was not allowed to share in.

The short walk from the train station was the hardest and longest of
my life - as my mind was formulating all sorts of things that my
mother and sisters were undergoing.  I did understand that they would
not look any different - that I was not going to be facing two scabby
and grotesque people that, in my short twenty years, were the two most
attractive women that I knew.

So as I reached for the door handle of my home, my hand sweaty and
trembling fiercely.  The months of stress, hearing the rumours and
suggestive news reports, all lead up to this moment.

What awaited was startling - as my thirteen year old sister Georgina
came bounding around the corner and smashed into me, her arms and legs
wrapping around me in a tight full-bodied hug.  "Oh Gill... I am so
glad you are home!"

I dropped my bag and hugged her back, after my initial, but pleased,
surprise was overcome.  After a lengthy hug, I pulled away first and
looked into her eyes - trying to see how the horror may have affected
her.  All that looked back at me was ecstatic happiness - her wide
smile a soothing balm on my soul.

Mother came around the corner about that moment - smiling happily and
dressed to perfection.  "Honey, I am so glad you're home!"

My wildly beating heart started to calm - whatever was happening out
in the world had not hit my family.  Something else must have caused
my mother to call me up in the middle of the night - begging me to
return to her.  Never had I heard her sounding so desperate... so
pathetic.

Charlotte came up behind mom - also dressed to perfection - wearing a
wide very happy smile of her own.  The three sets of female eyes were
looking at me expectantly, happily.

Mom broke the minute-long awkward silence by motioning to Charlotte,
"Take your brothers bag up to the room honey."

Charlotte jumped forward, her eyes looking at me happily until she
went around the corner with my luggage.  My eighteen year-old sister
and I had never gotten along - loud verbal fights filled our home for
years, as we were always at odds.  It was just a little strange that
she willingly, and silently, helped me by taking my bag upstairs.
Perhaps my family was also enduring stress from this new Age of X -
perhaps I should have come home weeks ago to face this threat to
humanity together?

"Georgina - go finish making the table please."

"Yes mother!"  My youngest sister backed out of the room, her smile
infectious and she practically swooned with joy when I smiled back.

"Would you like to come sit with me in the living room honey?"

Why not?  Now that my fear was ninety percent subdued, perhaps it was
the time to talk with my mother to see why she had called me home.
Perhaps, like some of the guys that had left my dorm at school,
returning home not because of something that happened but because
something may happen.  "Sure mom."

Her smile widened when I nodded my acceptance - and she followed me
into the living room with the clicking of her black heels on the hard
wood floor echoing loudly through the lower floor of my family home.

I sat forwards on the firm couch and was surprised when mother sat
directly next to me, her white nylon covered knees touching my denim
thighs, almost facing me perpendicular.  Having not thought about it,
I realized I had subconsciously assumed she would sit in the soft wide
chair across from me.  It was traditionally where we had our
mother-son talks as I grew up.

Mother reached out with both hands and grasped my leg at mid-thigh.
That fear within me started to rekindle yet again as things looked OK
at first glance, but there was something different about my family
that I could not yet put my finger on.

Mom spoke first, "Thank you Gill... for coming home to us."  There was
so much barely repressed emotion in that short sentence that it
surprised me - mother had always been a cool, reserved woman as I ws
growing up.  An unemotional strict disciplinarian that brokered no
room for more than one dominant voice in her house.

When I looked up from the hands holding my thigh, up to her face, I
was surprised that mother's eyes were tear-filled, proof that my ears
had not deceived me.  I merely mumbled something incomprehensible.

She took a deep swallow and then asked, "Did you think Charlotte
looked good in her new dress?  She purchased it especially for you
Gill."

Charlotte and I had always been at odds and never, ever, did we
consider what the other thought of in terms of apparel or even general
appreciation for that matter.  I mumbled, still a little stunned, "She
looked fine mother."

Mom nodded in agreement.  "She has the figure for it!"  I could hear
the distant jealous appreciation in mothers voice and it added to the
growing knot of fear and uncertainty in my stomach.  My eldest sister
had a curvy body with large breasts, small waist and wide hips - while
mother was the opposite.  "Your sister hoped you would notice that she
was not wearing a bra?"

"What?"  My question blurted out before I even thought about it.  And
in fact, I had not noticed.  Oh sure, growing up I realized that my
younger sister was turning into a very sexy woman - the curves in all
the right places, the sensuality coming natural to her - yet my
sibling-hate overshadowed any thoughts that my eyes may have conjured.

Mother did not acknowledge my question but seemed anxious to add, "I
wish I had half the body that your sister has honey - so you would
notice that I did not wear a bra, or panties, for you either."  She
put on this juvenile pout, her eyes fluttering at me so that I
considered this all had to be a malicous joke.

I should call mother on this jest - not so much testing her absurd
comments but telling her that this was not like her and so it had to
be a joke - but that long-standing fear of the unknown was gnawing at
me.  Mother was blinking her eyelids as if she was a teenage girl
trying to get the boy across the lunchroom to notice her.  That,
alone, was so alien, so out of this fucking world that I only sat
silent and stared, firmly, at my own mother.

It was then, though my peripheral vision, that I realized that through
her white silk blouse I did, indeed, see the dark round hint of her
tiny nipples.  It was so startling that I actually looked down from
mothers blinking eyes directly to her chest - seeing that her small,
near flat, bosom were topped with very pointed hard small nipples.

As I starred, mother shoved her shoulders further back and thrust out
her chest so that those nipples jerked directly toward me, pressing
insistantly against her blouse.  I could see that they were as thick
as an eraser on a pencil and stuck out nearly a full centimetre.

Charlotte's impossibly high heels warned me before she entered the
living room and I immediately turned away from mother, my face burning
with shame from where my eyes had been locked.  Mother had, of course,
seen me staring and had said nothing.

I carefully looked toward my sister, trying hard to fight the urge to
again look at my mother, at her chest and those sexy nipples.  I saw
that my eighteen year-old sibling was a very beautiful teenager - not
the tall thin body of our mother at all, but the round sexy curves of
a Greek goddess.  She had also worn a very short dress that showed her
sexy, if not long like our mothers, legs.  My sister wore black
nylons, a one-piece black dress that ended barely, mid-thighs, and
that was sleeveless and had a wide-neck.  From her movements and
simply because her huge breasts were so obvious, I now realized what
mother had told me was true.

Charlotte had noticed that I was looking at her and seemed to slow
down, as she walked toward the chair across from mother and I like she
was walking the ramp at a fashion show.  Almost in slow motion, my
sister lowered herself in mother's chair and then carefully crossed
her legs.  She too was sitting straight so that her huge chest thrust
out obnoxiously toward me.  Her pose was obviously for me.  Her eyes
fluttering demurely as mothers had earlier.

I realized, then, with almost a blurt of maniacal laugher, that I
could not see her nipples like I had with mothers'.  Since my sister's
dress was not transparent like mother's blouse.  The laughter quickly
died out as I realized there was nothing humourous here - the horror
of my bad dreams must be true.

It was mother, again, that broke the silence - thick as it was,
"Charlotte and I have been going crazy these last few days and we
appreciate that you came home early from school to be with us honey."

From the calls these last few weeks mother had expressed fear at what
was happening around us - but a firm resolve that we, as a family,
would endure.  It was pure mom.  It was that single call last night
that her tone and words had changed - nothing overt mind you, but
enough to get me on the first train home.  For one, she no longer had
that stubborn resolve that our family would endure.  In fact with her
voice trembling almost as if she were about to break out crying,
mother had asked me to come home.  When I did not answer immediately,
she asked again and in a voice that can only be described as
begging... to return to her and my sisters.  That was not the voice of
the woman I had grown up with.

My head turned back to mother and I had to forcibly keep my eyes above
her chin so they did not drift back down to her chest and those thick
sexy nipples.  "Are you and the girls OK mom?"

Mom laughed lightly, using one thin hand to brush her blond hair from
her eyes, "I have never felt more... alive!"

I turned quickly to Charlotte to see her nodding in agreement.  Even
that small movement caused her bountiful bosoms to roll about her
chest and I quickly turned back to mother.  It seemed safer and mother
had always been the source of information in our home.

The question that I had feared since the phone had first rung the
night before came finally to my lips, "Has it happened here mom?"

"Has what happened here honey?"  Mother leaned forward and I realized
that two buttons at the top of her blouse had magically become undone
- possibly while I had stared at my sisters' entrance.  Mother's sheer
blouse was now open all the way to her sternum.  There was not much
revealed, with mothers small breasts, but I realized I was again
staring at the pale skin of her chest and, of course, those nipples
through her blouse.  Odd that I had not even noticed mother removing
her hands from my thigh - I must be more stunned that I thought.

It was Georgina that broke the latest tense moment, "Gill could I get
you something?"

Almost thankfully I quickly tore my eyes from mother and looked over
my shoulder where my youngest sister stood in the entrance to the
dining room.  "I could really use some water sis?"  Hell, I could use
a beer!  But drinking alcohol was out of the question in mother's
house.

"Coming right up big brother!"  She practically bounced back into the
dining room, and there, to the kitchen.  Georgina had always been a
bright personality, full of energy and life, but she had her own life
- and had never seen a reason to even give her older brother, by seven
years, a second look.  So this request was also out of character.

Charlotte asked from behind me, me almost too afraid to look at the
two eldest ladies in my family to turn back around on the couch, "Now
that your home Gill - you will be staying won't you?"  There was a
note of desperation in her question - both odd coming from my normally
stuck up sister.

It was mom that answered while I turned, reluctantly, facing forward
on the couch, "Charlotte - your brother will stay if he wants too!"
The voice reminiscent of that woman that had borne me all my life -
stern and leaving no room for discussion.

"Yes, of course mother."  Charlotte seemed a little embarrassed at
mothers not-so-subtle chastising.  Mother had never stood up for me in
any of our sibling arguments in the past.  Being the oldest had been
hard beneath mother's roof - and looking like dad, I wondered if her
hate for him transcended towards her only son.  "I forgot mother."

That seemed to strike a warning alarm in my head, "'Forgot' what
Charlotte?"

Mother answered yet again, as if not trusting my eldest sister to say
a word, "Your sister Charlotte, honey, is a very beautiful girl that
just radiates desire - but she has the seductive intelligence of a
cow."

Since I have never seen my sister with a guy, let alone seen her try
and seduce someone, I could not comment.  There was an invisible hand
in my chest, squeezing my heart and I had no idea what it foretold.

"If I was your sister's age and had a body like hers, sitting across
from her big brother in that very sexy dress, I would uncross my legs
and let him see up my skirt!"

Charlotte, as I watched, had red cheeks - from shame, embarrassment or
excitement, I could not venture a guess.  Yet, as I sat there stunned
and silent, Charlotte slowly, the nylon loud in the large cavernous
living room, uncrossed her legs and then carefully spread her knees.
I saw then, that she was not wearing the normal nylons that I have
only ever been aware of - but thigh-high stockings of the types women
in those magazines wore.  Through the shadows between my sisters
thighs I could not see what my eyes unconsciously squinted to see.

Again directed at my eldest sister, "I told you Charlotte, that there
is no need to be a 'lady' with your brother."  That was a word I had
heard time and time again in my house, as I grew up.  Not directed at
me, of course, but my sisters - ever since I could remember - had been
trained to be a 'lady', in the mould that mother had aways strived
for.

It felt as if things about me were going in slow motion as I turned my
head back toward mother; now seeing that her knee-length leather skirt
had been pulled up to a point just above her white elastic stocking
tops.  The sheer blouse had also been unbuttoned all the way to her
waist.

There was no underwear in evidence on either my mother or sister.

This was more than I have ever seen of mother or my sister in all the
years that I lived in this large house.  Nudity was forbidden and
simply not something that was tolerated, in any form, in our home.
The length of Charlotte's hem-line had been higher than I have ever
seen - more of her sexy legs than I have ever noticed - even before
the spreading of her legs.  We had never even gone to a pool or beach
together - our vacations were to places that taught us culture and
finesse - museums and churches in Europe, for the most part.

There was little question in my mind that whatever was going on in my
house was directly tied to the virus, or infection, that was sweeping
the world.  It was affecting the females of the species they had said,
but no one ever said they had lost their inhibitions and acted so out
of sorts.

"You see honey", I looked up into mothers soft smile and intense eyes
- as if she were playing poker and was afraid if she blinked she may
loose, "your sisters and I love you very much."

I was about to tell her that I loved her as well - that she should do
up her blouse and pull down her skirt, that she did not need to do
whatever she thought she was doing.  Yet mother was not finished,
"Since your father died years ago Gill - you are the only man in our
lives honey.  When...", she shivered slightly in that second before
continuing, "...when we realized things had... changed, we prayed that
you would come home to take care of us.  We were so scared that you
would not want to return."

Again my head turned to Charlotte, to see that her skirt had been
pulled all the way to her waist and she now had one leg hung over the
arm of the big chair.  I now had an unobstructed view between her
legs; the black lace strip of cloth that covered her sex.  It was so
enchanting that I did not turn my head, out of embarrassment or
otherwise, as I asked mother, "What do you mean take care of you
mother?"  It was the question that I thought of as she said that word
- for all our lives, mother had been the adult, the strict, cold,
distant woman that directed our every waking moment with a stern hand.
The thought of anyone, let alone her own child, taking care of her
seemed absurd to me.

Mother laughed nervously, "You really have no conception what is
happening here do you honey?"  She did not say this sternly or
maliciously; she genuinely was asking the question.

Georgina, ever the precocious one entered the living room carrying a
sweating tall glass of water.  I realized, as she handed it to me,
that she was wearing her normal well-worn jeans and tea-shirt over her
thin body.  Odd as it was, her usual attire was strange at that moment
and I frowned as I looked at my youngest sister normal clad body.
She, on the other hand, seemed in no way put out by my look and only
smiled brightly at me - seemingly happy to be looked upon so boldly by
her big brother.

Since my head was turned away from mother, as I looked at Georgina,
her voice was practically behind me.  "Georgina, Gill honey, has not
hit puberty yet - so the full brunt of this... 'thing'... has not
affected her.  Not like Charlotte and I at least."

I realized what mom was saying and knew how terribly important this
was and turned back to her.  Even as she spoke, she had one of her
hands beneath the open front of her blouse - through the sheer fabric
I could see her index finger slowly rubbing her small hard nipple.

Mother now had my attention and she had to know how much I needed to
understand what was going on, "Oh, she will do anything her big
brother asks her to do - of course, even... but she does not ache for
you like Charlotte or I do Gill."

For the first time since sitting down and noticing mothers sheer
blouse, my eyes moved from each of the ladies in my family without
paying any attention to their bodies or clothing.  I could not be
hearing this correctly - that my comprehension of what mother was
suggesting was so crazy that I had to be nuts to even consider my
interpretation.  There had to be another reason mother was acting this
way, saying these things.

It was Georgina that my eyes finally settled on, feeling that she was
the closet to 'normal' in this house full of women.  "What is this all
about sis?"

My youngest sister laughed heartily and bounced on her toes - as if
happy to be in my attention and at being included in the conversation.
"You should hear mom and Charlotte these last few days Gill - crying
and moaning for you!  Planning for your return!  Even going at each
other... telling each other what they were going to do if you were
with them... getting so hot that they had to be together!"

That statement coming from a bubbly early-teenager, it felt like I was
surrounded by aliens.  "You mean they have been having sex with each
other?"  I would, could, never ask that question if not for mothers
near-undress and my sisters spread legs and braless chest.

Without a shred of embarrassment Georgina burst out laughing, "Oh god
yes Gill!  You should see them - when they were not planning or
talking about you, they had their hands or faces between each others
legs!"

"Georgina!"

I spun again toward mother, almost angry, to face her embarrassed red
skin of her face and upper chest.  "Don't tell her to shut up mother -
at least she is telling me how it is!"

Mother's mouth had been open but at my stern words, snapped it shut
and looked down to her white stocking covered thighs, even her hand
slipped as if forgotten from beneath her blouse.

It was Charlotte that stood up for mother, "Gill, please
understand...?  Even thinking about you had us so hot - and when we
learnt we were both feeling the same way... it just seemed natural to
... help each other."  When I turned back to my eldest sister, I saw
that her thigh had dropped from the arm of the chair and her knees
were again pressed together.

The anger overshadowed my stunned mind, and I blurted out, "Well?  Did
it 'help'?"

Georgina let out a sudden laugh and in a light manner answered, "If
watching them was any indication - I would say it only helped for a
very short while!"  Though I could not find the humour in her words, I
did not turn my anger toward my youngest sister.

The silence, after Georgina's laugh ebbed away, was very thick and
very lengthy.  I glared at the two half-exposed women and ignored my
younger sister - my confusion, my fear and my anger mixing me up so
much that I was at loss for words.

It was, strangely, Charlotte that broke the silence, "We fucked this
up didn't we Gill?"  Though it was the first swear word that I have
ever heard spoken in this house, let alone in front of my mother, it
only barely registered.

Mother, her fear and sadness obvious in her voice, blurted out,
"Please don't leave us honey!  Give us another chance?"  My own parent
was begging me, pleading with me - and I was only partially aware of
why.

Georgina gasped out when mother said 'leave us' and spoke up with fear
in her voice, "Oh my god Gill... I am so sorry!"  She started to sob
loudly and I turned to see the tears flowing freely from her eyes.

This was all too much - the strange actions, the odd words... the
exposed flesh...!  I shook my head like a wet dog and then clenched my
eyes closed.  "Georgina and Charlotte - would you both go to your
rooms please?"

I heard the click of Charlotte's heels and the bare feet of my
youngest sister as they moved out of the room.  When I heard them
disappear up the stairs - feeling confident that they had done as
asked - I then requested, "Mom, go sit where Charlotte had been!  And
for gods sake - cover up!"

I felt the couch shift as she stood, the few clicks of her heels and
then the compression of the big seat as she sat across from me.

When I opened my eyes - we were alone and she was seated, as I had
requested.  Her eyes were wide with fear and it appeared that she was
fighting back tears.  Mother sat on the edge of the chair with her
back straight, her thin knees together, her black leather skirt pulled
back down into place, and both her hands clenching the still
unbuttoned blouse closed.  She looked, I admit, gorgeous and
vulnerable.  That, in itself, was a strange admission on my part.

"Now that we are alone mother - tell me what the heck has been going
on in this house!"  Even now, I could not use any swear word stronger
than 'heck' - it was almost comical if not downright insane.

In a voice that was reminiscent of a less-confusing time, when mother
would sit across from me in that very chair and tell me how much I
looked like father, how proud of my grades she was, how relieved she
was that I was going to University and how to protect myself from
predatory girls my own age.  There was something new though; perhaps
it was only my newfound awareness - but mother looked more attractive.
Hell, downright sexy!  Sure she had dressed to perfection and had
applied just the right amount of makeup to highlight her best facial
features - but it was something else.  It was like there was a spark
within her - a glow that definitely agreed with her.  Don't get me
wrong - there was no mistaken her age of forty-three years, but she
had something that guys my age thought was very rare - a sexy natural
nature that any guy who looked upon her could not care how old she
was.  "Where do you want me to start Gill?"

Where to start indeed?  From the beginning?  No I did not have the
patience for that long-winded a story.  "Is everything that I have
heard today true mom?"

Her eyes were facing the hard wood floor at her feet and she nodded
affirmatively.

"You and Charlotte are... lesbians?"  That word was so nuts,
especially when I was talking to and about my mother.

The answer surprised me.  "No Gill we are not."  Her voice was tiny
and she sounded as if she was defeated.

"What about what Georgina was saying?"

She swallowed thickly before answering, "We... I noticed how the other
ladies in the neighbourhood started to act 'funny'.  Like the men they
lived with were becoming the central part of their lives - nothing
else mattered."

I nodded, thankful that I did not have to drag this tale out of her,
and motioned for her to continue.  I needed to hear this!

"You may not realize it but we are the only house on the block that
has no man in it - perhaps that is why it took so long for it to
happen to us."  I took a long swallow, to hide my nerves, of my water
cup.  "But all too soon, I realized that my work did not matter - even
catching Mr. Witherspoon, next door, having sex with three of his
granddaughters all at the same time just did not matter."  That was a
disgusting thought - Mr. Witherspoon was something like fifty eight -
but looked at least ten years older.  His granddaughters though, they
were lookers!  What the hell was I thinking - he having sex with his
own kin, thats disgusting... right?  "The only thing that mattered -
your sisters and I came to learn - was you."  Mother stole a quick
look up, revealed nothing in her gaze and then looked back down at the
floor before her heels.

"It was Georgina", the brighter of the two sisters I may add, "that
guessed that we had been hit by whatever was in the news - that it
somehow turned us toward the patriarch of our family.  When she told
me that - I looked closer at our neighbours and knew it was true - the
ladies of the neighbourhood had turned into harem-like-sluts for the
oldest males in their families.  But it was I that realized that
Georgina was not 'hit' the same way as Charlotte or I - that she was
as submissive as us, but it lacked the burning sexuality that now
haunted your older sister and I."

I took another lengthy drink of water - emptying the glass.

"I guessed it was because she had not hit puberty yet - and saw that
the young girls in our neighbourhood were the same way."  Mother
stopped just then and I set down my glass on the hard wood floor.

"So if I stayed at school or if I walk out right now - you and my
sisters will just...?"  I truly had no idea how to finish that
statement.

"I talked to a couple of the women in the neighbourhood - not shocked,
any longer, at their willingness to discuss sex in the greatest detail
- especially if it was about the man in their lives.  What I can
figure is that your sisters and I belong to you in every way - and for
Charlotte and I, we are helpless for the burning in our hearts and
between our legs for you.  The exception being; if there was no man in
our lives then we would search aimlessly until one agreed to take us,
devoting ourselves then to him, he becoming the head of our new family
- or you can willingly give us to another, with the same conclusion."

For some reason my mind flashed on Dunbar, back at the dorm.  He was
the last guy, when I left earlier today, that was still in attendance.
He also had no family - being a child of the foster-care system.  I
could give him my mother and two sisters - which would ease this voice
in my head about right and wrong, incest, greed and even going to
hell!

As soon as I thought about it - I rejected it immediately.  Regardless
of what goes on here today, my family's business was private.  Mother
had drilled that into my head over and over again as I grew into
manhood.  And the lesson was too well learnt to turn my back on it
now.

Mother continued unsolicited, "I... we wanted everything to be perfect
for your homecoming!  I thought with Charlotte's natural sex appeal
and very attractive body we may be able to convince you to stay."

The strangest question popped in my head and against common sense I
voiced it, "You did not think you had what it took mom?"

Without pause, she nodded negatively before replying, "I am old, I
have no breasts and thought I alone could never seduce you.  Together
I thought we had a chance.  When I saw how you reacted at seeing my
nipples through my shirt I got so excited that I may have something to
add to the seduction that I let it get out of hand... and I apologize
honey."  I saw a single tear slip from her eye, down her cheek, to
drip down to her lap.  "I will understand when you give me to someone
else... that you may think it strange to see your own mother this
way?"

Stunned throughout mothers frank admission, I blurted out without a
thought, "I am not giving you or the girls to anyone mom!"  Though it
was said in a stern voice, mothers face lifted and I saw hope in those
tear-filled eyes.

Only then did I realized what I had just said - what the consequences
of keeping my mother and sisters meant exactly.  As crazy as this
felt, this was not some far-fetched dream - this was the reality that
I faced.  As so many other men across the globe had to be facing, I
reminded myself.  Women seeked out a male of their blood and family to
submit or baring that begged the first male that looked at them to
take them in, to let them be their... slave?

The world had gone nuts - the species was indeed changing.

Now that I have come to grips with what the infection, or call it
virus, had been - and how it affected the females in my family - how
exactly did I feel about that?

Big question huh?

I go from a faceless twenty year-old, anxious to leave a stifling home
and parent, only to find that I have inherited my family as slaves!
Not just 'slaves' I remind myself, at least in the case of Mom and
Charlotte, but sex slaves - so impassioned for me that they turned to
each other for some form of release.

Mom... mom is a gorgeous woman.  Charlotte is just plain hot!
Georgina had the makings of turning into another, younger, mom.  Taken
as simply female flesh - any guy would be crazy to turn down what was
being offered.

"How do you feel about... this mom?"  I could not, yet, say it - tell
my mother that she was now my slave.  That I was now considering if I
could, if I should, take on this burden that I find myself in.

"I... I can't think of anything else but being with you... making you
happy."  I thought she was finished - but after a small sigh, mother
continued, "My soul tells me I belong to you and my vagina... my cunt
is always hot and wet... ready for you!"

Her use of that word, a word that sounded like a foreign language
coming from the strict and proper middle-aged woman seated before me
had a more profound affect than even the content of her admission.
Mother was seated across from me and she is mine in all ways that
either of us could possibly think off.

Throughout the world men were faced with the same dilemma - how many
refused what was offered?  If any shared a position so closely aligned
to my own - I would guess almost none would deny his mother or sisters
from his life.

"Stand up... with your feet together and your hands by your sides
mom."  It was not spoken firmly but I used a voice that brokered no
discussion.  The way mother jumped up to comply, a new wide smile and
glow to her cheeks - she felt nothing but joy at my change in
direction.

I openly looked upon my mother - staring for a long while at the tiny
hard nipples easily seen beneath the sheer white blouse.  The seconds
turned into minutes and I realized mother was starting to pant - her
body trembling randomly as she tried with all her will to stand still
facing me.

"What was the last man you were with mother?"  It was a question that
was unimaginable only a few hours before.

She did not hesitate though, "Your father honey."

It was a little shocking - dad had been dead for five years and I knew
mother had gone out on a handful of dates, nothing serious evidently.
She felt the need to defend her past, "I will be a better lover than I
was with your father Gill - I promise!"  Odd hearing that, in more
ways than you may realize.  Mother had little to say that was kind
about my father.

She had a determination and passion in her words that I doubted her
not.  There was the question of why she had bothered to say that, "Why
would you say that mother?"

"I never liked sex."

"Before now you mean?"  It was a question that need not have been
asked - but I felt a malicious humour in asking.

She was all too anxious to reply, "Oh yes honey... I want to do
anything, and everything, for you!"  From the trembling of her body
and the wide anxious gaze she was giving me - it was apparent that she
wanted to start right this moment!

"Would it surprise you mom that if", I let that word hang in the air
for longer than I should, "I keep you and my sisters as my slaves",
there it was said and mother did not even blink, "that it is not
Charlotte that would have the strongest seductive power over me?"

I said it, initially, to help my mothers self esteem - hating how she
thought Charlotte had the body and the sex appeal to get me interested
enough to keep my new slaves.  Yet after I said it - I realized that
it was true.  There is something completely naughty about the image of
my intelligent and cold mother turning into a passionate sexual
submissive for my selfish whims.  My sister was hotter; her body
perfect; her mind blank enough where it was both a bane and a boon -
yet mother was ageless and beautiful and until this day was
unattainable and forbidden.

Mother's eyes had widened noticeably - like a deer in the headlights.
I could see that she had never considered that I could be attracted to
her over her sexy younger daughter.  After several seconds of her
awareness level being heightened - mother's knees almost gave out and
she reached for the edge of the chair to steady herself.  A guttural
groan had escaped her throat and I realized mother was hotter, deeper
into the throes of passion, than any woman that I've ever met.  She
pushed herself back to her instructed position, with difficulty.

"What about grandma mom?"  The question came out of thin air - as I
just realized that, as the paternal head of this family, mother's
logic also should apply to her mother.

Mom had difficulty talking and had to talk very slowly and carefully,
as to annunciate her words properly, "She is like Charlotte and I. She
phones every day to see if you have come home... to beg to come to
you."

Grandma was sixty one years old and an older version of mother - tall,
thin and blond.  The one exception was the large breasts upon her thin
frame - looked out of place but rather attractive.  Mother had been
managing the financial aspects of my only surviving grandparent's life
for some years.

"You will call her later today - tell her she can move in tomorrow.
Georgina can give her any help she needs in moving or getting rid of
her stuff."

My mom's eye brows rose in surprise, her happiness did not fade in the
least at the thought of her parent coming to live in the same house as
her son and lover.  "Thank you Gill!"

A delicious thought occurred to me, "Don't thank me yet - you will
have to help out your mother just like Charlotte has helped you when
you have been horny!"

Mom's smile widened, if that was possible.  "If that is what you want
honey - I look forward to it!"

Now, one of the reasons that I had left home to attend school in the
city was simply to have my own space - and that meant being free
enough to bring a girl back to my place at a whim.  I lost my
virginity at fifteen and had never looked back - often enjoying at
least one different girl a week when I moved to the dorm.  I knew very
early on that I had several things going for me - my families
financial position as we are stinking old-money rich, I was rather
good looking if I say so myself, and that I had the reputation of a
good if a touch, bossy fuck.  You see I liked to hear the screams of
pleasure from the girls I am with - I have always been insistent that
they do what I want and when I want.  I was boss - dominant as my
closest friends called me.  I got it from mother of course - the bossy
quality I mean.

So seated there, looking up at my sexually-heightened mother trembling
before me as I openly appraised both her physical and spiritual
attractiveness was not such a switch in my personality as it may seem.
Oh certainly that it was my mom, standing in our living room, was a
big stretch - that she stood for me, waiting on a single word from me,
was not.

After I confirmed that whatever had happened to the females of this
world was happening to mother, that it was an impossibility to deny it
- acceptance came easily.  I loved my mother and sisters after all -
and could not simply toss them out for the next man to take and abuse
them for his own sick reasons.  No - someone had spiked the world's
female population for their own reasons and I would just have to live
with the consequences.

It was not just sex - you have to understand - it was money and power.
The old-money I mentioned was on my mothers side - and if my mom had
no cares about anything besides me, she will not be worrying about our
inheritance shall she?  Even my instruction that grandma join us in
this large house had not been totally as warped as you may think -
though my mom was rich, grandma still held the bulk of her own
deceased grandfathers fortune and was stinking-rich!

"I guess things are going to change around here mom?"

Her response was simply to smile widely.

"I see no need to return back to school, do you mother?"  Especially
since I held all the power now - and the companies and people that
fawned over our money would now direct their interests my way.

"We had prayed that you would stay with us Gill!"

"I am going to need your help in a lot of things mom - things you no
longer care about?"  I was not so confident to think I could simply
fill the needs of the corporation that controlled our families
fortune.

She nodded, reassuringly - anxious to please.

"I will need your help with Charlotte and grandma too mom?"  She was
like a dog, anxious to please - her head bobbing up and down.  "I am
only one guy so you ladies will have to continue to help each other
sexually.  Yet I don't want to be bothered about the details - I want
you to handle that mom?"

Mother was swaying on her feet so much I thought she was about to
faint.  Her eyes looked feverish and cloudy.

After a short pause I gathered my strength and with a smirk and a
thumping heart I ordered, "Take everything but your stockings off
mom."

Her trembling hands leaped to do as asked and I had to grunt for her
to slow down.  Mother dropped her blouse all too soon, already
forgotten before it hit the floor behind her.  That blouse was
expensive and the mother that I had known before going off to school
would never treat her clothing so commonly.  The black leather skirt
fell to her feet very quickly, a single button and then a short zipper
behind her waist.  The black heels slipped off her feet and soon my
mother stood as instructed, wearing only her white thigh high
stockings.

I openly looked upon mother's naked form - seeing it for the first
time in my life.  I have seen many women without clothing in my short
years since loosing my virginity - I found mother's mature body very
delicious in comparison.  Oh certainly she had the ageing body of a
skinny woman - someone that looked better clothed than not.  Yet there
was the nasty realization that this was my own mother and thanks to
the virus, her body was mine to enjoy - or not.

One look at my parent and you could tell that she knew all of that as
well - and you will also realize how sexually excited the woman
standing before a young man seated on the couch truly was.  It was
like her sexuality was being drawn out of her, as if a magnetic force,
by the young man - me.

My world had changed literally overnight and I was a willing
participant to what, only yesterday, had been unthinkable.  Looking
upon the mature and sexy thin body of my own mother caused my penis to
harden in my pants and I knew, then, that all this was possible.  This
offer of servitude from mom and my sisters came with no strings
attached and the world had changed so that it was now acceptable
behaviour.  Mom and the girls were suddenly objects that I owned - all
anxious to please me, to prove to me their worth.

It was at that moment that I wondered if this virus, or chemical
agent, also affected the males of the human species.  I do not have
any recollection about being attracted to mother!  Though I recognized
her distant sort of beauty, it was her cold and stern personality that
turned me right off.  Charlotte was another matter - I enjoyed
watching my younger sister blossom into womanhood.  Yet, at the same
time, we fought like cats and dogs - barely being able to stand each
others company for more than a few minutes.  I left home, happy to be
on my own.

To sit here and look upon my mother with a dominant sort of lust felt
suddenly alien, when coldly analyzed.

The woman trembling in anticipation before me was no longer my parent
- the virus had changed that.  I think it changed me as well, but in
less perceptible ways.  I have seen the world change on the television
- noticed the departure of the female faces that we used to see every
day, saw how the virus no longer instilled fear in the reports, but a
weird sort of acceptance.  Could this have been simply the natural
reaction by a young man to the impossible string-free offer of his
mother and eldest sister as his uninhibited sex slaves?

What is happening in my family home is being mirrored thousands,
millions, of times throughout the world.  Sons, brother, fathers,
uncles, grandfathers - all sat like I am now, and had to judge
themselves against the morality of what we used to consider as wrong.

My hand trembled in anticipation as well, as I slowly lifted it up and
motioned toward mother.  She rushed forward on her stocking feet and
dropped down to her knees before me - her eyes wide, anxious and
ecstatic.

Here was my own mother, a cold and distant personality that had held
all power within this home - even when father was alive.  She had
accepted her fate, saw the uselessness of resisting and was now a
slave to her son's whim even before I entered the house this morning.
Not only that, she had conspired with her eldest daughter, to use that
younger supple voluptuous flesh to entice me into the position of
master of this family.  All the while as they planned for my return,
they sought solace between each others legs and damned the morals and
ethics that bound us only months before.

This was no longer mothers home, her family - but my own.

"Take it out mom."

I watched amused as her trembling, unexperienced, fingers fumbled with
my belt, zipper and button of my jeans.  Her face looked feverish -
sweating and trembling while her eyes were wide and unblinking at that
place between my legs.

It took a rather frustrating amount of time for her to yank my boxers
low enough for my three-quarter hard dick to pop out of my pants -
though I did find the malicious humour in the moment.

Mothers eyes were wide and she looked like a starving refugee, as she
stared at my circumcised penis.

I asked gently, "Have you ever sucked a cock mother?"

Her eyes reluctantly lifted to my own as she nodded negatively.  I've
known for years that mother was a prude - and would have been
surprised at any other response.  "Do you want to suck mine mom?"
This question had many layers, not the least of which, was a test to
all that was discussed here already.

Her head bobbed up and down anxiously, "Oh yes Gill - more than
anything!"

"If you miss a drop mom, you will have to lick me clean!"

Mothers face showed that she did not understand what I was referring
too until I saw the light go off in her brain, her face turned red and
her lips widened into a shy smile.  "I would love too Gill."

There was nothing else to say, so I reached out with a hand and
grasped a handful of mother's shoulder length straight blond hair and
drew her down and toward me. She went willingly, and my fully hard
penis entered easily into her mouth.

I could tell immediately that she lacked in experience - but she made
up in enthusiasm.  Mother was trying her best to please me with her
mouth, lips and tongue - but it was so awkward that it was more
comical than exciting.  I decided to take the initiative and grasped
mothers small head in both hands and held her still.  "Slow down mom",
I gently began to lift and drop her head above my dick, "and suck
gently.  Don't forget to use your tongue on the head.  Thats it mom!
That feels better."  There was much more I could teach her about
sucking cock, my cock - but had taken my instruction to heart so
quickly that her blow job was starting to feel good.  Further
instruction will come later.

My hands dropped from her head but mother kept up the rhythm that I
had set for her.

My eyes feasted on the sight that I had never before envisioned, one
that I had never dared even to conjure up even in the darkest and most
secret of my fantasies - mother sucking my cock enthusiastically.  Not
only that, but I sensed a change in technique not long after I dropped
my hands.  No nothing technical.  Mother had stopped sucking a cock
and had begun to make love to my penis orally.  Perhaps its what one
of my dorm mates at school used to joke about - that all women are
born natural cock suckers.

The sight above my lap as well as the loving mouth on my organ was
causing my pleasure to rise so that I could not stop the moans
escaping my mouth, my head falling back to the couch and my eyes
closing.

"Faster mom!"  She kept the same technique but accelerated her
movements - a little of that added love was missing with the faster
pace, but I was beyond caring at that moment.  "Don't stop mom... its
gonna be soon...!"

My hips were thrusting upward in time to mothers down thrust and
distantly I felt her moan in pleasure against my rod.  When it began,
it was like a white sheet over my consciousness before I felt the
energy of my soul jerking out the head of my penis.  A part of me
could hear the loud swallowing and even a little gagging from mother
as I flooded her mouth with my seed.

The spurts of life-giving juices slowed down and I felt every muscle
in my body relax finally, in near-exhaustion.  Mother continued to
suck me - having again slowed down to the original pace that I had set
for her.  Only when my dick was nearly soft and I lifted my head and
opened my eyes, did she gently remove me from her lips.  She looked up
with doe-like eyes, and I could see the saliva and a little of my
sperm upon her chin, and asked, "Did I please you honey?"  How surreal
is that?

Rather than answer her, as it was now my prerogative to do so, I
motioned to a drop of sperm on my upper thigh.  "You missed a spot
mom."

She remembered my earlier instruction, or threat if you will, and
slowly moved forward.  Her mouth opened and her tongue slipped out and
began to slowly lap at my thigh.  Mother had closed her eyes as she
cleaned my hairy skin, while somewhere deep in the back of her throat
she moaned with pleasure.

I realized, a little surprised, that she was highly excited.  So much
so that I could smell the oddly familiar scent of her cunt - and felt
a great desire to do much more with mother than just getting a blow
job.

Though my thigh was clean, mother kept licking the same spot - as if
content to make love to five square centimetres of my skin.  With my
hand I gently pushed her from her work and she opened her eyes,
anxious for whatever I had in store for her next.

"Go back over to that chair mom and sit down."  I motioned with my
chin and mother crawled quickly to it.  This gave me an unrestricted
view of her raised thin ass and the treasures between until she was
seated as instructed.  "Now place each leg over the arm."  She did not
understand where my orders were taking her but I could see that she
did not care - as she carefully placed both stocking covered legs over
the wide soft arms of the thick arms of the chair, leaving her crotch
wide and ready.  From across the room I could see how deliciously wet
and pink she was.  "Reach up behind you and grab the back of the chair
and do not let go!"  She immediately did as I ordered.

I then bellowed, "Charlotte - come here!"

From upstairs I heard my eldest sister run down the stairs in her
heels - it was no wonder that she didn't trip and break something.
Yet within seconds she was standing before me, a little out of breath,
and transferring her gaze back and forth from our obviously excited
mother on display in the chair to my limp glistening cock hanging from
my jeans.

Mother, on the other hand, kept clenching and releasing the couch
behind her while her eyes were glued to me and especially to my cock.

"Remove every stitch of clothing Charlotte."  I had thought to leave
her in the black stockings, in contrast to mother's white, but my
sister had delicious shiny smooth legs that did not need nylon or silk
to enhance.  Charlotte hesitated for only a second to look at our
mother, but she was ignored.  My sister is a very attractive young
woman - large breasts with wide brown nipples, short curvy legs and
long brown hair.  She removed her clothing robotically and quickly and
it left me wanting.

"Mother?"  My parents eyes yanked from my dick up to my stern eyes.
"You and Charlotte will practise stripping for each other starting
tomorrow.  I place you directly responsible for her education as well
as your own."

I could see the small flutter of fear and doubt in mothers eyes, but
she immediately responded, "Yes Gill."  She understood that my sister
had removed her clothing with all the eroticism of a cow.  Hadn't
mother, herself, said as much minutes after we had initially sat down?

My eyes spend a long while comparing mother and daughter, realizing
that they shared little in comparison but a few facial features.  My
mother had a tall thin and mature body.  Her eldest daughter was
shorter, rounder and younger.  It was not only in body that they were
different, where mother was a cold and intelligent woman her eldest
was warm, except to her big brother, and not too bright.

I have learnt, since leaving home, that there was more to a woman than
how great a body she has.  I have poked some dead meat that were
considered, by most of the guys at school, to be the prettiest chicks
in existence.  On the flip side, I have also enjoyed some prime cuts
in the girls that you barely noticed - the average, plain, girls.
Yes, even girls that were a little older than me.

So right now I was less than enthusiastic about Charlotte and what she
had to offer.  The sight of mothers bubbling and ready sex was more
appealing than the smooth sexy curves of my oldest sister.

Even as I compared them, I felt my dick jerk in response and knew it
would not be much longer before it regained its full stature.  Mother
gasped when she noticed it move and begin to harden, my sister was
oblivious.

"Charlotte," her head snapped back toward me from looking at mom,
"mother just gave her first-ever blow job and she did a rather good
job of it too."  I quickly gave mom a wide 'thank you' smile which
caused her face to radiate with pleasure.  When I turned back I saw
that Charlotte was noticing, probably for the first time, the
glistening juices upon our mothers chin.  "To thank her, I want you to
crawl over and lick our mom until she orgasms."  Since Georgina had
told me that mom and Charlotte had been having relations together, I
could not get the image of the two eldest ladies of my family from my
mind - thinking them locked together in a lesbian incest tumble.

Charlotte brightened up suddenly and I wondered if she had more
interest in what lay between mothers legs than my own, before turning
and stepped toward mom.  That was when I barked out, "On your knees
Charlotte!"

She immediately paled and dropped to the floor and crawled, not so
unlike the way mother did, toward the chair.  The damage was done and
I saw mother's disgust upon her brow toward her daughters stupidity.
Charlotte mumbled as she crawled, "I am sorry Gill!"  I ignored her.

"Mother, you will whip Charlotte's bare ass ten strokes before bed
tonight with dad's old belt.  Georgina will watch."  It was the method
of extreme punishment in our family as we grew up - Charlotte and I
had been spanked this way numerous times, often for our bickering.
Georgina was too young to taste the stinging heat of the leather
before the belt had stopped being used in our home.

Mother nodded readily, "Of course Gill."

In seconds Charlotte was kneeling on the hard wood floor before the
chair.  She leaned in and with all the grace of a rock sliding down a
hill, began to greedily lap at our parents sex.  My sister sucked and
slurped at the abundant juices, tried to stick her tongue far up into
the hole she had appeared from eighteen years before and used her
tongue to grind the enlarged excited pink clitoris.  I could tell that
she was enjoying herself while also trying to fulfil her brothers
instructions.  Mother did not know a good cunt-lick from a bad and
dropped her head immediately backward and started to moan.

I think the state mother was in, a stiff breeze would have brought her
to the conclusion that Charlotte worked aggressively toward.

It took less than ninety seconds but mother's groans of pleasure
turned to gasps and then finally guttural screams as the orgasm
overtook her.

It took another minute before mother opened her eyes and looked back
toward me.  What she found was her only son seated naked stroking his
hard cock.  A new energy, or spark, filled her face and particularly
her eyes as she saw me.

I didn't say a word, and did not need too as my eyes spoke volumes, as
she absentmindedly pushed her daughters slippery face from between her
thighs and came toward me with but a wiggle of my finger.

Mother slipped quickly to the floor and then crawled toward my spread
knees as if she were a Bengal Tiger approaching its prey.  Her eyes
were locked to my slowly stroking hand and the thick hard meat it
held.

Without a doubt, the woman approaching me was not my mother.  Just
looking in her eyes was proof enough for me.  She bore the semblance
of my parent - but the woman crawling to me was my obedient sexy
slave.  This enlightened age, this Age of X as it has started to be
called, has taken my cold parent from me and left me with this
crawling sexy woman.

Just before she arrived, I motioned mother to climb up onto my lap.
With feline grace she crawled up to straddle my thighs upon the couch
and looked into my eyes as if to await my next instruction.  With my
free hand I pressed her hip down so that the top half of my prick
impaled her very hot and wet vagina, the bottom still in my firm
grasp.

When I looked up from our joining, I saw that mothers half-closed eyes
looked glassy and feverish.  It was almost as if she were high on some
drug, barely conscious.

Mother sat in her erotic seat as still as a statue as I felt her hot
slick juices flowing over my hand and sliding down in a slow river to
drip from my hairy balls.  I simply looked at all that I could see,
enjoying the sexy sight of my pale-skinned thin mature mother poised
for my pleasure.

It was an undetermined amount of time until I slipped my hand from
between our bodies, from holding myself.  The tops of mother's thighs
twitched with effort, but still she did not move, her hands steading
herself upon my shoulders.  Her eyes, though, opened and she looked
down at me with an anxious pleading gaze.

I simply smiled and calmly stated, "Go ahead mother."  Mom did not
hesitate and let her body slip down so our thighs slapped together.

The first thing that came to my mind was, strangely enough, how tight
my own mother's cunt was - especially after three children and years
of marriage.  She was tighter than most of the chicks I banged at
school!  My only guess was that she truly did dislike sex when she had
been married to my father - so that her vagina had been barely used.

Mother then started to move her hips and ass so rapidly that our
bodies were bouncing upon the couch and where we joined echoed with
nasty bawdy sounds.  I had to grasp mother's thin hips to roughly
steady her, to slow her down.  She quivered from head to toe in a
violent shake as she began to move in a tortuously delicious movement.
Though her eyes were closed, I saw the edges of her lips turned up in
a very happy smile.

It was about then that I remembered Charlotte and stretched my head
and neck to the side to see her sitting on the floor, knees spread, a
large breast overflowing one hand and the other rotating the top of
her vagina.  Again, all it needed was a motion with my finger to get
my eldest sister to approach me.

When she was within reach, I took her hand and drew her to me.  Our
lips met, for the first time in our lives, and we kissed.

It was less than satisfactory.

I hissed at her while glaring into her unreadable eyes, our two noses
so closed they almost touched, "You will kiss me better than that or
else I will have mother strap you until you bleed!"

Mother did not break her stride and for all purposes did not seem to
have heard me threaten her eldest daughter.

Charlotte's eyes widened and she paused, perhaps a little stunned,
before leaning forward to kiss me yet again.  This time, I felt her
put more effort into it and it was an admirable and lengthy kiss.  Our
mouths were wide, our tongues duelling - and I felt her passion rise
at our first erotic touch.

This time when we broke apart, it was because I had grasped her long
curly hair and pulled her from me.  Charlotte had just enough time to
gasp in surprise at my rough treatment of her before pressing her face
up toward our mothers chest.  She may not be the brightest bulb in the
family but she understood enough to open her mouth and take our
mothers small nipple deep as she could suck.

When she was properly latched on, I stretched my head and took the
other nipple.  The first thing I noticed was the sour taste of sweat
upon mothers skin, the second, how thick, hard and how long her
excited nipples extended.

As babies, my sisters and I had never taken a latch upon mothers teats
- as we were fed from a bottle.

My mother, through all this, was making loud passionate noises.  She
had taken her hands from my shoulders and was cradling the backs of
her two eldest children's heads to her bosom.  The lower half, though,
did not fault in its movement and every so often I could feel a
flutter of trembling muscles within her vagina upon my hard hungry
dick.

Our dry sucking of mother's teats finally ended after some minutes and
Charlotte eagerly sought out my mouth for another sloppy passionate
kiss.  The best of the three attempts.  My sister was moaning into my
mouth as one of my hands fondled the heavy 'D' cup breasts.

Just as her passion was rising, I pulled my hand and face from
Charlotte.  She slowly opened her eyes and awaited my next command -
she was learning.  "Stick out your tongue Charlotte."  She did, and it
hung down wide and relaxed, a pick wet ugly thing.  "Straight out and
hard!"  She did as ordered, so that it pointed directly from her lips
with the tip tapered perfectly into a point.  "Now go behind mother,
pull apart her cheeks, and fuck her ass with that tongue!"

I watched mother as Charlotte moved to comply, and she never made a
sign that she had heard us.  Then I felt mother tense up slightly and
barely a second later she froze every muscle in her body and jerked
her head up with her eyes wide and unfocused.  Charlotte had hit the
mark!

Watching mother as she unsuccessfully tried to find the rhythm of our
earlier movements was like plotting a graph as she rose toward that
erotic summit.  I reached around and placed my hands over Charlotte's
and helped her pry our mother's skinny ass wide apart.  Then I grunted
for mother, "Kiss me mom!"

Mother dived downward and our lips smashed together violently.  I
could taste blood but had no idea if it was my own or my mothers.  She
kissed and tongued me like a mad woman as the guttural screams rose
from within her breast.

And then, it happened!  There was no mistaking the exact second that
her climax started but there was little doubt that it was a powerful
explosion to her senses.  Mother suddenly grasped one last time, froze
for a lengthy few seconds and I could feel every muscle in her body
taunt and ready.  And then she began to scream into my open mouth
while her body began to jerk violently and her sex clasped my dick in
a vise.  The climax lasted all of a minute and I enjoyed every voyeur
minute - feeling as if this was the true testament of our new lives.

Then mother collapsed upon my body, each of our sexual organs still
joined but unmoving.  I could feel the thick coating of sweat upon her
skin and the random quivers of exhausted muscles as well as smell the
mixture of perfume, sweat and cunt in the air.  Mothers head lay upon
my shoulder and her face hid in my neck.

I saw over her sweaty back as Charlotte lifted her face from her work
- the skin of her cheeks and chin slick with juices.  I growled at
her, "Get back down there - I did not say you could quit!"

Charlotte's face again disappeared behind mother while the top of her
head moved only slightly in a back and forth motion.

Mother was kissing my neck and whispering, "Thank you honey... thank
you my love... oh god was that great...!"

Turning my head I saw that her hair was plastered to her forehead and
she looked like a woman freshly and properly fucked.  "Did you enjoy
that mother?"

She had to lick her dry lips a few times before answering, "Oh
Gill... I've never experienced anything so... so delicious before!"

That statement brought a smile to my lips.

It was one thing to own what has traditionally been unobtainable - but
to be considered next to god is nothing short of than a blessing.

Mother suddenly sighed deep and sharp - and I knew Charlotte was doing
a fine job behind her.

"Tell me what your feeling mom?"

Another sigh before she answered slowly and carefully, as if unsure
she could articulate each word, "She is pushing her tongue... it feels
like a finger... or a little penis... I could feel the tip moving
around inside!"

"You like your ass getting a little attention mom?"

"Oh Gill!  This is the first time... I never realized...!"

My hand slipped further around the smooth skin of mothers hip and my
fingers slipped into the sweaty, greased, channel of her buttocks.  I
felt Charlotte's tongue and the rim of mothers rough hard rectum
muscle.  I played with it as mother moaned into my neck, her vagina
muscles attempting to milk my very hard dick.

Minutes passed before I roughly pushed my sisters face away from our
mothers ass - and firmly and slowly shoved two of my fingers into her
rectum.  Mother hissed loudly into my neck, but I was not sure if it
was from pain or pleasure.  She was certainly tight, even with the
lengthy tongue massage her daughter gave her.  I could see over
mother's sweaty back as my sister watched with wide eyes at our
mothers back-side and wearing a small smile upon her saliva and
pussy-juice covered face.

I grunted for Charlotte's sake, "Lay back on the floor with your legs
spread."  Charlotte jerked her eyes up to me, as if she had forgotten
that I was there, and then she dropped out of sight behind mother.

I pulled my hands from mothers backside and pushed her up into a
seated position above me.  Her weary eyes found mine instantly and
they were filled with love and trust.  I was about to put those
feelings to the test.

"You have been a bad little slave mom."

She gulped loudly and frowned, and I knew she was rapidly thinking of
her transgression.  Quickly she blurted out, "I'm sorry
Gill... truly!"  I knew she had no idea what she was apologizing for -
but I thought it comical that she looked so hurt.  My own parent was
not like the child.

I was frowning as if angry, pausing to let her fear build and her mind
loop through our time together today.  Her face was blank when I
finally revealed, "Are you my slave mother?"

Rushed, "Of course Gill!"

"And do you feel this mother?"  I clenched my scrotum so that my hard
dick jerked in her wet hot folds and mother could not help but sigh at
the feeling.

"Oh yes... yes Gill, I do!"

I did not make her wait this time, "You had an orgasm and left me with
a hard dick!"  I jerked it yet again but mother had no reaction to the
movement within her.  Instead her eyes were wide as she started to
comprehend my feigned anger.  "Though you are a lovely sight when you
orgasm mother - you must never, ever, finish leaving me still hard and
ready. Do... you... understand?"  I spoke each word very carefully and
rather sternly - almost as if I was speaking to a child.

Mothers eyes had welled up with tears and her eyes could barely hold
my own.  "I... I am sorry Gill.  I will never finish with you again!"
I could her the firm determination in her voice - she was taking my
malicious jest a little too far.

I reached up and took both of mothers still hard nipples between my
thumbs and forefingers, and gently squeezed and twisted the thick
wrinkled dark skin.  "Silly little slave!"  I smiled for effect and
mother sniffed and blinked, confusion again coming upon her brow while
she also unconsciously thrust out her chest.  "Did you not hear me say
how sexy I thought you are when you come?"

She nodded slowly.

"What does that tell you mother?"

She frowned as if thinking of the meaning of life.  "That it is OK to
finish as long as I don't get too tired?"  She was stretching her
thoughts - mother, if my memory is correct, had never thought in
sexual terms in her whole life - at least until the start of the Age
of X.

I nodded negatively and saw the fear again return to her brow.  "No.
When you orgasm you will never hold back - I want you to scream with
pleasure and enjoy every second!  What you must do, my silly little
slave, is that you must ask permission before you are allowed to
orgasm."

Mother's face brightened up at my small speech and she began to nod
vigorously.

I stopped her enthusiasm with, "Now let me tell you your punishment."
Her face froze and the skin of her cheeks whitened as the blood
drained from them.  I could almost imagine her thoughts - perhaps I
would have both her daughters take the belt to her ass, before she
returned the same to Charlotte.  And I would wager a very large guess
that mother had never, ever in her whole life, felt the leather of the
belt in anger upon any part of her pale smooth flesh.  "Your
punishment mother... is to crawl down there between your daughters
legs and lick her... and do not stop licking her as I... as I fuck
your virgin ass hole!"

I called over mothers shoulder, to my sister out of sight on the
floor, "And you Charlotte have my permission to enjoy what mother is
about to do for you.  When you orgasm I want you to thank our mom by
saying, 'thank you mother may I have another?'  Do you understand?"

A small voice somewhere behind mother spoke up, "I understand Gill."

"Do you understand mother?"

Mom did not look too sure of the instructions but answered
immediately, "I understand honey."

"Then get into position slave!"

Mother slowly and with regret gently stood up, disengaging my hard
dripping cock from her perfectly proportioned cunt.  As soon as it
escaped from her hot furnace, a large amount of thick clear liquid
escaped and plopped onto my lap with disgustingly loud farting sound.
Mother's face turned red as she turned and slowly descended to the
living room floor.

I sat up to watch the show.

Charlotte spread her short curvy legs wider and was lifting her neck
to look down her naked body as her mother knelt and positioned her
self carefully.  I knew it was not the first time mother had tasted my
eldest sister's sexual juices but I knew that this time was the most
important for her, her son and now her Master was watching.

Placing both open palms upon the smooth soft flesh of her daughters
inner thighs, mother leaned in and daintily licked at the thick outer
labia before her.  Charlotte reacted immediately - arching her back
off the floor and clenching her eyes rightly closed.  This caused her
very attractive vagina to thrust up into her mothers face.

"Grab your big tits Charlotte."  My sister did, immediately clawing
her her huge breasts.  The tips of her fingers digging into the smooth
voluptuous flesh.

Charlotte started to make small mewing noises while her hips began to
pump up into our mothers face.  I could see mother's tongue
disappearing between those meaty lips, moving up and down slowly,
patiently.

Less then three minutes passed before my eldest sister clenched her
chubby body and began to vibrate violently upon the hard wood floor.
Her tanned skin shinning with sweat and her long curly hair a mess.
In less than a half minute afterwards, Charlotte gasped out, "Thank
you mother - may I have another?"

Our mother, though, had not even paused.  If anything, it appeared
that she was working more aggressively - trying to push her whole face
into that young hot wet cunt!

Finally, I let my eyes trail down mother's sweaty flat back to the
raised ass almost facing me.  With her knees spread shoulder width
apart, and her back arched downward, her ass was pressed up and back -
spreading so that I could see the treasures that I had told her were
to be mine.

There near the bottom of the wet valley of her buttocks was the tiny
brown wrinkled anus.  It was partially open, perhaps still relaxed and
slick with juices from her daughters earlier attentions, as it gently
clenched as if winking at me.

Scooping up some of that goo from my crotch, I smeared the whole
outside of mothers back passage aggressively.  She moaned a few times,
muffled sounds coming from within the folds of her cunt she was busy
munching on, as she rotated her backside in time to my touches.

It was the first indication that this may be more a pleasure for her
than a punishment.

Slick from the goo, I watched as my two fingers eased slowly into that
very tight back passage.

I tore my eyes from that bawdy sight and saw that Charlotte's shapely
thighs were being pressed back almost to her own busy hands upon her
chest, as mother was pressing her hardened tongue into her daughters
anus.  From the look upon my sisters face and the way she reacted, it
was obvious that daughter was much like mother.

A third finger joined the first two but the going was tight and slow
as I eased my digits into mothers rectum.  I heard her gasp and groan
with difficulty against her daughter but I also felt her push her hips
back to get more of me inside of her.

God damn, I realized at that moment, this has got to be the most
incredible shag of my life!  Two chicks that will do anything I tell
them and appear to like anything I will do to them!  Take into the
fact that I feared my mother while growing up, hated and also admired
my eldest sisters beauty and now have these two as my slaves.  Don't
tell me that you would do things differently?

My mother had two fingers spearing slowly in and out of her daughters
ass while her tongue did a dance between the cavity of her cunt to the
pulsating clitoris.  As I watched, Charlotte's legs jerked once, twice
and then her feet shot skyward - her toes pointed at the ceiling as
she froze.

Her whole body trembled, a minute later, Charlotte gasped, "Thank you
mother, may I have another?"

It was time - and I slid off the couch and onto my knees behind my
parent.

What had to be the most demented thing that a guy can do, sexually
speaking I mean?  Would bugger your own mother be up there?  At least
in the top three maybe?  How about if she was going down on your
sister at the same time?

These are the things that were going through my head - almost thankful
that my life had changed so radically because of this new Age of X, as
those on the television call it.

Mother's hips were too high for a direct impalement and I had to
stand, squatting awkwardly above her with my dick aimed downward.  So
as I placed my fat smooth head against her relaxed anus I had a great
upper seat view as I watched my hard dick disappear into my mother's
virgin hole.

My parent had stopped breathing, and had certainly stopped licking my
sister as she felt me enter into this new territory.  Grasping her
shoulder-length blond hair in a fist, I shoved it back into my sisters
pulsating widely spread cunt.  Mother got the message and immediately
continued to eat out her own daughter with a renewed abandon.

Soon Charlotte was gasping toward another impending orgasm and mother
was grunting while pressing her hips back to my thrusts.  I have
buggered half a dozen girls in my past and mother had the tightest and
she also seemed to enjoy anal sex the most.  The noises she was making
were different than her earlier ascent up that peak - more animistic,
grunting and hissing for the most part.

It was a thrill just to attempt to stay remote and watch this erotic
show.

But, of course, that is impossible.  Since the second that I fully
submerged into mothers bowels I knew that my orgasm was but moments
away.

What took me for a surprise was when mother shot her head up from the
cunt she was busy with and screeched out, "May I come Gill?"

Both my hands had a firm hold on her hips as I pounded in and out of
her body, and replied sternly, "No!"

Mother's face again lowered and worked anxiously upon her daughter.

Less than a minute later mother again rose her head from her work and
shouted, "May your slave orgasm Gill?"  She sounded desperate and
there was a definite pleading note in her voice.

"No!"  Much louder than the first and I used a hand to force her face
back down between Charlotte's thighs.

Mothers whole body was jerking in uncontrollable movements, every
muscle in her body trembling and her rectum trying to milk the sperm
from my balls.

Her head rose for the third time, "Oh god Master... oh Gill...", her
voice suddenly dropped two octaves, "... mommy really needs to come!"

Again grasping her short straight hair in a fist, I yanked her head
back so that she was bent like a pretzel upward as my hips pounded
against her sexy thin buttocks.  A deep guttural groan was escaping
from inside her torso, sounding like a wild animal that was trying to
escape.

I leaned forward enough to place my lips next to her ear and in a
calmer voice than I felt whispered, "When I count to three mother -
you may orgasm."

"One... two...", she held her breath and tried to freeze every part of
her nearly-uncontrollable body and I could sense the dam about to
burst, "...three!"

The guttural groan rose up from her gullet and rose high in both
volume and octave.  I was but a witness to the most amazing scene in
my life even though the thrashing body beneath me had me on the verge
of my own climax.  I did not even try to hold back the tide, as the
waves overwhelmed me and I felt my mother's rectum milk the juices
deep into her bowels. I allowed myself to fall forward onto her sweaty
smooth back and the both of us dropped onto our sides, my cock still
spurting juices in mother's back passage.

It was the sounds of three persons gasping for breath and then the
thick smells of vicious sexual intercourse that awoke me from the haze
of my passion.  I lay behind my mother, spooning her body perfectly -
while across from us was my sister, looking at her mother and brother
with wide lust-filled-exhausted eyes.  I doubt she had ever felt, or
had witnessed anything so amazing as what just happened here.

"Get over here and cuddle Charlotte."  I could hear the tired tremor
within my own voice.

My voluptuous but very sexy eighteen year-old sister did not waste a
second as she quickly crawled over and lay upon her side, facing our
parent.  I felt her hand wrap around my mother and grasp my raised
buttock almost tenderly and I knew that her time would soon come, but
it would not be this afternoon!

Taking my free hand I reached between the ladies and firmly turned
mother's face toward her shoulder so that I could bring my lips to
hers.  Our kiss was sloppy, passionate and weary but I thought it
fantastic.  I especially liked the flavour upon her lips - ala
Charlotte-cunt.

I had energy for one final effort and wiggled my finger so that
Charlotte stretched her head toward me.  Our lips met and we kissed -
with more skill than mother had shown but with less passion.  Yet it
was the flavour of the kiss that I paid the most attention - ala
mother-cunt.

"Lick each other clean slaves."

I was raised on a single elbow as Charlotte and mother began to
enthusiastically lap at the others faces - like puppies.  They spent
as much time licking their sweaty cunt-soaked skin as they did
french-kissing the other - though I saw no room for complaint.

When the scene started to get old, probably more due to my tired body
and mind than the actual act I was witnessing, I grunted.  "Thats
enough!  Charlotte - go upstairs and have a good long bath."  She gave
each of us a parting quick kiss before a bright happy smile had spread
over her face even as she retrieved her discarded clothing and then
strode wearily out of the room, her shapely ass swinging saucily.

I was alone with mother.

"If you keep doing that mother", though my dick had shrunk
considerably, it was still large enough to feel her rectum return
slowly to its normal size - while also clenching my dick possessively,
"you are going to get more of the same!"  In truth I doubted I would
be getting another stiffy for at least a couple of hours - I was truly
exhausted.

Mother did something else that was nearly at the top of that list of
things she had done for the first time today - things that I will
never be able to forget.  She giggled like a teenage schoolgirl.

That was not all actually, she wiggled her hips and drove her ass
against my pelvis suggestively.  It was obvious to me, if not to you,
that another buggering would not be unwelcome from my parent.

That was enough for me - so pulled myself from within her body before
rolling away from her.  Mother groaned at the loss and then rolled
onto her back, her eyes following me lovingly.

"Tell me mother - did Charlotte take my luggage up to my room or
yours?"

Mother was a bit surprised at the question and did not say anything
before I continued, "A slave should not get the largest bedroom room
in the house.  Don't you agree mother?"

Her face brightened up merrily before she replied, "Of course Gill."

"You and my sisters can move your shit out of your old room before bed
time tonight."  Mother nodded looking not the least put out at my
change in sleeping quarters.

"You may go upstairs as well mother."  Tenderly, as if in slow motion,
she pushed herself up to a seated position.  "Before you are allowed
to bath mother, I want you to sit down with Georgina and tell her, in
detail, everything that went on here today.  I want you to tell her
that when the time comes that she will have to crawl to me naked and
beg me to fuck her.  Do you understand?"  With that last statement,
about my youngest sister - I was reassuring my mother that her
pre-adolescent daughter was not going to be joining our little get
togethers'' but that I will wait until the heat of the virus course's
through her veins and she can not help but beg me to fuck her.

Mother gathered her clothing slowly, stealing glances my way often, a
wide smile plastered on her lips and in her eyes.  It was a look that
I can not say that I have ever seen upon mother before - a truly
content happiness lay within her.

I watched her every movement until she disappeared from the room -
leaving me naked, sweaty and tired.

My life had just changed and all I could think of was whom should I
share my bed with tonight?  Most probably Charlotte - as I should see
just how closely mother and daughter are truly alike.

And then there was tomorrow - when grandmother joins our little
family.  I think the threesome that occurred today was about to be
repeated as a foursome tomorrow.

Hell of an introduction to this Age of X huh?

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