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"Look at this one. This mom with a dick is banging her adolescent son in the ass!" Andrea flipped her phone screen around to show her husband exactly that image. "So after this RnD demonstration, you suit up as a MILF and I'll be the son. Cool right? And then we FUCK!" Markus was less than impressed. "No, that won't do. You want incest? You'll have to put effort into it, not just shout for your mom during sex!" Andrea grumbled aloud and Markus immediately interjected. "Effort is something you're too much for, isn't it? Face it Andrea, you're just too lazy to put effort into anything." He crossed his arms and let out a breath. "But if you want incest, I'll give it to you, my way. Now be quiet, sit, and wait. Kathy should be arriving any time now." "Yes dear." Jeanne was sitting on the other side of Markus, listening in on their conversation. As it finished, she finally leaned in. "So I take it we'll just suit up as similar-looking characters and bang, right?" "No. That would be far too easy now, wouldn't it? If Andrea wants incest, she'll get it. Besides, we haven't used the cover house for a while so we might as well go with that." Markus smiled. The "cover house" was a piece of real estate Markus owned in suburbia that they used on the rare occasions when Markus felt like living in one role for a while, akin to a vacation. Last time they were there, he and Jeanne pretended to be a pregnant woman with...an octopus living inside her. A new motion caught his eye as Kathy entered the cinema room, and what a form she had. She wore a ridiculously-proportioned blonde MILF with a bosom far outsizing even Andrea. She must've weighed at least a hundred and fifty kilograms, but she moved with an evident elegance. Kathy was, as the internet called it, a Big Beautiful Woman, fully in the nude. "Good day, Mr. Creneth, Andrea, Jeanne. I will be demonstrating RnD's latest breakthroughs for today. One breakthrough such as the suit I am currently wearing. As you can see, we're working on the development of middle-aged suits." She gestured to her eyes, noticing that Andrea was staring at her breasts instead. "The most important thing is this, something I've worked on myself actually." Kathy leaned forward and did a handstand. She should have toppled over and collapsed under the weight of her movement, but she didn't. "It has the feeling and the look of weight...but it's pretty light." Kathy lifted up her left breast by using two fingers on her nipple. "It doesn't strain as you wear it all day." Markus nodded. He would have to try that out later. Fatter suits were fun for a short while, at least until the weight really started dragging him down. "Then there is...a new way of unsuiting." She gave them a thumbs up and placed her thumb on the top of her head. After a few seconds of pushing, her skin split into two halves. Said halves fell off her body and collapsed into two outward, perfectly mirroring pieces. "Do you like this body?" S/he asked. Now Kathy was a tall, muscular male, with a chad-tier chin and a smile. She flexed her arms with impressive results. Andrea licked her lips in excitement. As she looked down at his crotch she saw...nothing. On a second glance, she spotted a pair of labial lips hidden behind a thick layer of fuzz. "Male body, female genitalia. The internet calls it a cuntboy. We just call it a she-man. So, Mr. Creneth, do you want to try this out?" Kathy pointed at her pussy. Markus raised an eyebrow. Kathy was always someone who wasn't interested in sex. Andrea had even sexually harassed Kathy a few times, at least until RnD requested her to stop. They were here to A) provide tech support and B) demonstrate new suits. Never ever had any of the people playing Kathy asked for sex. "Have you been Kathy before?" "Nope, but have you ever had sex with a man with a vagina before? Come on, Sir." He jutted his crotch out and rubbed it, moaning with an erotic undertone. Markus rubbed his chin before shrugging and standing up. "I'm mildly intrigued. Sure." Kathy squee'd, leaning back against a wall to make good use of his muscular frame, but making it easy to enter his vagina. As Markus came close, she shivered, smiled, and covered herself up with her hands. With an expertise, he approached and in one solid movement, he freed his cock and dropped his pants. Markus stood in front of Kathy, masturbating for a moment to get his monster erection into full gear before penetrating him/her. "So, we...ugh, nngh, thought it would be vital for you to test out our improved vaginal features. All mentally controlled of course." Markus could feel her vagina clamp onto his dick, getting tighter, like an asshole with all sorts of bumps on the inside. "So you could go for loose, tight, deep..." Something pushed him out for a moment, as Kathy's depth seemed to shrink before taking it all back in. "Good, good. I've got to admit this test is working out quite well." Markus was starting to sweat as he continued to pound Kathy, who egged him on with a warm smile and several moans. "We are planning on pushing this firmware update onto all your skins, and it will just take some time to get it done. As a final feature, the wearer can make any dick inside of our new vags cum instantly." Markus went from barely getting started to shooting his load up Kathy's crotch with his usual powerful shots. He moaned loudly, Kathy shouting along, keeping a smug smile on her face. "My...my God, you're amazing, Mr. Creneth." Kathy smiled, wrapping his masculine hands around Markus as his pussy continued to leak. Markus retrieved his meat and Kathy exhaled loudly. "So Mr. Creneth, do I pass?" "Pass what?" "At work I've heard so much about you and your two wives...about the skinsuits you have us develop for you and the kinky adventures you have. And...it's hot. So I want in." "You want in, Kathy? Are you straight-up asking me to just let a complete stranger that works for me into my life?" "Yes." Kathy looked him straight in the eye. "Yes I am." "Who even are you underneath that?" Jeanne asked. "Olivia Guerrero. 29 years old. I have a PHD in Chemistry at John Hopkins and I work on new materials for your sexual adventures...but I'd rather just join in instead." "It takes a lot of balls to straight-up ask something like this to a man who can make or break your future. Unmask to your real self." "Yes sir!" Olivia performed a mock salute as she repeated the action of placing her thumb on her forehead, pressing down for five seconds, and watching as both of her sides fell apart in two halves...excluding Kathy's vagina. The woman that stood there tugged at her face to show that it wasn't a skinsuit. Olivia Guerrero was a woman of hispanic decent with pecan brown silky smooth skin. Her smile conveyed her amazing confidence to just go ahead and ask such a big question to Markus. Her hair was a dark shade of black, reaching down towards her C cup breasts. Yet it contrasted greatly with her lovely emerald coloured eyes There was a definite curve to her hips, and her shorter stature only accentuated that fact. Markus inspected her like one would a slab of meat. "Do you really think you can just walk in here and ask to be let in?" She looked him right in the eye, not even a flinch passing by in her system. "Yes, please." Markus had to admit that this woman was intriguing to him. It took a lot of nerve to ask a request like this to someone who could, as previously mentioned, make or break your career. And this Olivia, she didn't even flinch--even when Markus was pushing back against her. He looked back at his wives. Andrea didn't quite care, and Jeanne was unsure of this entire ordeal. "Alright, but this is only because I couldn't believe you'd dare ask me this straight up." Olivia immediately let out an enthusiastic "YESS!" and Markus cut her off. "While you are here, you work for me. You obey every single order you're given, without hesitation. When I say jump, you ask 'how high?'" "Yes, sir." "Jump." "How high?" "As high as you can." Olivia immediately jumped, her breasts bouncing wildly as she landed. "As for my wives, you will follow their orders like they were my own. Am I clear?" "Yes, sir." She couldn't hide her smile and excitement, practically bouncing. "Get to the elevator. Lowest floor. Wait there. And don't you DARE touch anything." "Yes sir." It sounded almost mocking now. "And don't call me sir, either, that got old the second time you said it." "What do I call you then?" "Dear. Now go before I get second thoughts." "Yes dear." She left quickly, and Markus turned to his two wives. Jeanne had her mouth agape, unable to speak. "Why the HELL did you just do that? Allow some random stranger from RnD to join us? This is utterly ridiculous." "She amuses me." "That's it?" "Yes, and, if we're going to pretend to be a family, we might as well get a daughter. Mom, dad, son, daughter. If she turns out to be...not a good fit, we can just send her off too. What do you think, Andrea, you haven't said a thing?" Both of them turned to Andrea, who seemed quite ambivalent about it. "Another ass to fuck, another cock to fuck me, who cares? As long as it's fun, it's fun." Jeanne frowned. "I didn't know you were a poet, Andrea. Do you have more of these hot takes?" "Are you mocking me, Jeanne? You're overthinking this, really. What's this woman going to do? She seems pretty excited to be a part of this, and I'm looking forward to pounding her." "We have sex with strangers, yes, but we don't just let strangers into our domain." "Damien," Andrea replied with a smug look on her face. "Yeah, and you ended up blowing that up by..." "ENOUGH!" Markus raised his voice and both of them got quiet. "That's enough arguing for today. Let's focus on setting up our new family and-- if she turns out to be a liability...I'll clean it up. Don't worry Jeanne." He kissed her on the cheek. "Things will be fine." "If you say so..." "I just did. Come on, ladies. Jeanne, bring that MILF suit." "Yes dear." ---------------- Flanked by both of his wives, Markus stepped onto the lowest floor, which contained their massive collection of skinsuits. Jeanne was carrying the massive MILF suit; it looked like a mass of skin she fumbled with. "All right, we'll all go as blondes because we're going to be a family." Olivia nodded. "Jeanne...that suit is for you. I'll handle my own. Andrea, male suit, decently toned, blonde hair, young face. Keep the cock realistic, I don't want a huge meatpole for my son's dick." "Yes dear...dad." "Alright, go. We'll meet back right here, fully naked in a few minutes." Markus clapped his hands and three of them left to different sections of the bunker, leaving Jeanne with the large MILF suit in her hands. The blonde woman laid out the suit, examining it. It was...generous in all proportions. Usually these kinds of suits were for short use only, but Markus had something planned that could be a while longer: life as a (fake) mother. Jeanne had to admit that it was both interesting and tempting. Plus, she'd get to order around Andrea...and that wasn't something she was going to pass up. She laid the suit out on the floor, admiring the impressive size of it's breasts and ass. She was overweight yet...pretty good looking, lacking any real imperfection or fat rolls. The cheeks seemed to be permanently rosy and the face seemed warm and motherly. "Here we go then..." She reached in between the G cup breasts and willed a zipper to appear. She pulled open a large hole for her to step in. She laid down on top of the suit, moving her arms and feet into it. Even before the suit adapted to her presence, Jeanne laid her head back under the skin. With both hands, she grasped the suit tightly and pulled it shut over herself. It contracted, melted and merged with her. Then the form of the BBW MILF started to stretch out in all directions, like an inflating balloon. The brand new Jeanne gasped for air as she lifted her flabby arms. It was astonishing light...yet paradoxically held weight. She lifted her breast up with ease. Her body fat moved normally with every gesture...yet did not drag her down. She jumped, feeling the rest of her body lag behind and shake. She noticed that she was taller than she usually was. This was it. Jeanne truly was a big, beautiful woman. Her face was round and filled, but there was a warmth radiating from it. A true MILF supreme stood there, waiting for the rest of her family to join her. First in line was her husband, who had had a relatively easy time. Markus decided to keep most of himself intact, except for lining up his toned body with a beer gut and a good, old-fashioned porno moustache. Not quite satisfied, he ripped two hairy arms off of a male skinsuit and put them over his own. To finish off, he donned a short wig that resembled a balding blonde man. In five minutes, Markus looked a good twenty-five years older than he actually was. He mimed flipping hamburgers on a grill with a mocking grin as he stared in the mirror. He altered his voice a bit to have a more rural accent. "Gosh darn it, the price of gas rose again. Filling up my truck just keeps on getting more 'spensive!" Markus now fully put on a southern accent. "I sell propane and propane accessories. God dang it, Andrew." "What?" Markus had missed that Andrea was not much more then ten metres away from him, looking perturbed. She hadn't gotten to suiting yet, as she was trying to pick out a suitable skinsuit for an 18-year-old. "Just...making a joke." "Damn, you look ugly, dear." "This is what regular people look like, dear. You're lucky that you get to spend your life with a handsome billionaire. Now come on, pick a suit and get in it, I'll get you your face." "Fine." Andrea picked out an unremarkable-looking male suit with a cock that paled in comparison to what she usually wore (but above average for a guy). The suit was extremely nondescript, and Andrea figured that this was what they were going for. Thinking of her father...her Markus pounding her young adult boypussy got her wet. "This is gonna be sexy..." She licked her lips and slid one foot into the neckhole, followed by the other. Grasping the skin by the neck she pulled it upward, stretching it into place. Her hips flattened, her vagina was covered up and the penis that replaced it immediately started going erect. Her E cup breasts flattened underneath an unimpressive male chest with only a few chest hairs while she herself shrunk. With some wiggling, she placed her hands and arms into the suit and they fused into one. Andrea was standing there with a new male body below the neck. Markus tossed something at her and she caught it. She lifted up the mask and noticed that it was a male one with spiky hair. Markus, in his dad form, began to speak. "Remember dear, once this goes on, you are Andrew, and you're just an average 18-year-old. No skinsuits, no transformations. Not for a while, at least. You wanted incest, you'll get it...and you WILL stick to it." The more domineering Markus got, the more Andrea's cock twitched with joy. "Yes dear." "Call me dad." "Yes dad." She pulled the mask on, struggling to compress her voluminous hair into it. Mark gave some help to stretch it into place, working on his future's son visage until it came to life. "Alright, that should do it. Let's go see how your sister and mother are doing." ------------------------------------------------ As the two men returned to the meeting spot, they were met by two women; the lovely MILF Jeanne, and the brand-new Olivia. Olivia had surprised Jean with her speed of picking out and donning a suit. She was another young adult, though she could've passed for a 16- year-old. She had B cup breasts, while her ass was thick and round like her mother's. Her eyes were an icy shade of blue and possessed adorable freckles. "Hi daddy!" She waved with excitement and Markus grinned. So far, she seemed to love all of this, but he was curious to see how well Olivia could perform in the field. "So, ladies, and Andrew, of course." He squeezed his son's ass, the latter leaping up with a yelp before getting hard again. "Let's get dressed, create our fake IDs, and move into our new home." "Fake IDs? Wait, really?" Olivia asked. "Actually I just bought the official printing equipment for it, so it's a real ID." "But how did you...possibly..." "Friends in high places. Is this really what you want to be talking about though, Olivia?" "No sir...dad." "And to better get into character we'll get different names for each as well. I'll be Mac, you'll be Alice, Andrew is Andrea and Jeanne is Jane Hadsburg." "Hadsburg?" "One letter away from a noble family in Europe that was famous for their legendary incest." "Speaking of which," Andrew interjected. "How about we have some before we go?" Three pairs of eyes turned to Mac, who shook his head. "No. Not until we get there. Let me print out the IDs while you three get dressed." --?------------- The Hadsburg family stepped out of the SUV. There were a few curious onlookers who watched them step onto their grey, two-story home at S. Backdoor road. A standard family of four, the most remarkable of which was the mother (for her massive proportions). They carried several of their suitcases and bags inside, intent on unpacking them before finally shutting the door. The father had a white t-shirt, a beer belly, and a strongly receding hairline. The curvy mother had a radiant warmth coming from her, enunciated by her sunny yellow dress. The son had spiky blonde hair. He looked bored, but as he glanced at his own father, a clear bulge appeared in his pants. The daughter seemed to be in a very good mood, wearing skintight jeans and a baby blue shirt that was thin enough for the tits on her breasts to poke through. "Close the blinds, check that all the doors are shut, and then get to unpacking the clothes." Andrew grumbled while Jane got to work organizing. Mac himself went off to the living room to see if the TV worked when his daughter stopped him. "Ehm, dad, why don't you help out with unpacking?" He brought her to heel with his intimidating glare. Jane and Andrew picked up some of the bags and headed upstairs. Alice stuttered, blushed and averted her gaze. "W-Well, it was just a suggestion." "Come with me." She silently obeyed, suddenly worried that one ill-advised comment would completely undo her chance to participate in her boss' crazy sex adventures. Mac sat down on the couch, his beer belly on full display. WIth one hand, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. "Suck." He grasped his cock and held it up. Without a second of delay, Alice crouched in front of her father and gently wrapped her lips around his meat. Olivia didn't have any experience with such a large cock, but like she did before, she just went at it with full commitment. It tasted lovely to her, and she even pressed herself against the base, deepthroating with ease. Her hair was messy and she couldn't see what Mac was doing. He lifted up both of his legs and wrapped them around her neck, pinning her in place. "Can you breathe?" "Mhmm." Alice did her best to service him, but he had her pinned down. "Let me get this right, Olivia. When I order you something, you do it. No delays, no buts, you just do it. Like I said before." He leaned in, towering over her now. "I'm in charge. I determine what happens and you follow my orders to the letter. One of the perks of being in charge is not having to clean up unless I feel like it. Get to work, and don't let me catch you slacking." He let go of her and she pulled out, involuntary coughing before standing up and turning around. With a loud thwack, he slapped her ass before she got out of range. "And tell the other two to report back when y'all are done." He watched her leave before zipping his pants back up and turning on the flatscreen tv. In his mind, he wondered if Olivia was going to try and step out of her place again. It wasn't even a bad suggestion, but Markus just felt like establishing his dominance over her. He idly slapped his beer belly, feeling it jiggle around. "Man, I am never getting fat for real." =================================================================== Alice walked back to the others, blushing and feeling aroused by all of this. It was so...sexy. She just wanted to run back there and suck him dry. However, Olivia knew that she needed to gain his trust and that of his two wives, currently in the form of a MILF and a perpetually horny young adult, whom were organizing clothes and putting them away. "So, what happened?" Jane asked. "He made me suck him off while making sure that I remembered that he was the one in charge." "Aaargh! Oh come on, I've been trying to lose this boner since we got here and you hit me up with that?" Andrew complained, throwing down some clothes in frustration. He was hard and horny, but he knew that he had to get this over with so he could get to banging his fake family. Andrew began to rush through it, chucking clothes into the appropriate places and shutting the closet. "I've waited long enough for this. Let's go already." Alice looked at her brother, confused. "Mark...Mac--Dad is going to flip out at him, isn't he?' Jane sighed. "He has his own "special" way of charming your father, which lets him get away with doing things like this. It's a natural equilibrium; she makes a mess of things until it gets too bad and Markus forces her to clean it all up. I try, but I can never quite command her around like he does. Let's just finish this properly, and then we can see what the boys are up to." ========================================== Andrew walked into the living room, and his dad met his glare. "All done." He couldn't help but be rock hard, and it was clear for all to see. "So, are we going to get to it or what?" Mac sighed and looked at his son. "I told you about the effort, Andrea...w. You only put in effort when you're planning some insane prank and sex plans. Beyond that, you're a wasteland." "Mmmhm, yeah dad, lecture me harder. How about you show me just how you discipline your son?" He licked his lips and played with his hair. He walked forward while swaying his hips, like a woman would to accentuate her figure. Mac let out a quick breath as his attention was ripped away from the cop show he was watching. Damn it, he thought to himself, he really should have done a better job to teach Andrea how to be more than a horny slut....but he was getting turned on by his twink manwhore of a son. "I know as much as you do that there's only one thing you want right now. Your body doesn't lie." He reached forward and lovingly rubbed his father's bulge. "F-Fuck, I brought us here to try and teach you a lesson, but you just waltz all over it." "The only thing I'm going to waltz over is you, dear dad." Andrew lowered his shorts, baring his anus to his father and rubbing his ass against the bulge. "When we're done, I'm going to find a way to get rid of your inherent laziness." His son looked him in the eye with a whimsical smirk. "You and I both know that isn't happening. Just lay back and enjoy, dad." He reached for his father's zipper and gleefully pulled out his father's throbbing erection. "I'm glad that you didn't change that part of yourself." Andrew put his tongue against the underside of the cock and dragged it upwards. "There we go, all lubed up." Andrew stood up, turned around, and lowered himself onto his papa's pole. Mac's moans increased as his son wrapped his lovehole tightly onto Mac's cock, trying to make himself as tight and pleasurable as possible. "You think you're in charge, yet in the end you can't help but fall before me." Mac boasted. Andrew's cheeks were rosy as he kept up an incredible pace, his cock waving up and down with every movement. His father leaned forward and had one hand reach around for his son's cock, beginning to jack it off. "Yeah, that's it, keep it up, please, dad!" "Let's change position." Mac wrapped both of his arms around Andrew's shoulders and pulled him back onto the couch. "Get on your back." The father pulled out and stood up on one side of the couch while his son lay on his back, his rock hard cock dripping precum over his belly. Mac lifted up both of Andrew's legs, pulling them over his shoulders while he pulled his son's ass over the edge. Without a moment of rest, he slid inside Andrew once again, now in a standing position. With the other hand, he grasped his son's cock, deliberately masturbating it while aiming it straight at Andrew's face. The bottom was squirming and laughing, coated in sweat. Compared to him, his father was stone-faced, focused on aiming his son's cock for maximum damage. Mac continued his handjob until his son's writhing concluded with him cumming all over himself in a barrage of shouts and screams that held absolute joy. "YES! YES! YES! OH GOD!" Streams and burts of his own cum coated his face and the young man sought to catch as much of his own ejaculation as possible. His own father meanwhile noticed that the tight orifice he was fucking got even tighter; it was at the degree of which he was sent over the edge and deposited his load, causing Andrew was leaking from his behind. Mac pulled out, using his hands to combine his and Andrew's cocks together and cover the blonde, young adult's body in cum. It was so intense that their combined ejaculation must have lasted a minute or two, soiling the couch and Andrew as much as is possible. "Thank you...dad." "Clean it all up. All of it." Andrew nodded as he grasped his fading erection and tried to milk remnants from it, but it didn't work. "I wonder what the girls are up to..." --------------------------------------------------------------- Alice and her mother had finished organizing and were heading downstairs when Jane gripped her daughter by her shoulder. She looked back at Jane-- the figure that towered over her, a truly incredible MILF. "I think they would prefer just to enjoy each other without us there." "Wasn't the whole point, 'Mom'." Alice slathered on an emphasis on Jeane's title. "Of this exercise to get some intense incest going?" "Yeah, but there's plenty of time to get to that. Before that moment arrives though..." Jeanne looked down at Alice and gently pushed her against the wall. She pressed her hanging G cup breasts against her daughter. "I guess the phrase is 'ara ara', isn't it?" "Oh, you want to?" Alice wore a surprised look before her lips curled into a smile. "Okay, I'm all in. Never quite made love to a woman before, but there's always time for something new. I wonder though..." Jane looked at her daughter, the dominance over her broken as curiosity overtook the former. "What?" "Well, the stories at work speak of you being the submissive one. I'm surprised that you would be the one initiating this." "Are you saying you aren't interested?" "Oh hell no I'm not saying that!" Alice enthusiastically reached for her mother's hard nipples and began playing with them through the dress. "I'm all in, Mom." "My room, G...Alice." Jane led her to the master bedroom, with the extra- large double bed with silky soft sheets and dark oak ornamental beams to keep it steady. Alice gazed at her mother's ass, knowing full well how much fun it was to wear her suit and to have so much junk in the trunk. She would have loved to stay in that suit longer but...well, she had to prove herself first. There was no better way to do that than to pleasure her mother. "Let me help you out of that dress." She stood behind her and lowered the zipper, pulling it down. She continued until she had reached close to the bottom before fondling her mother's ass in her soft hands. "You have no idea how long it took me to develop this breakthrough. Weight...filling...motion, all without actual weight and the restraints of such a size. Do you think Markus would object to me asking for a raise?" Jane looked at her daughter and gasped. "Where...where did you ever get to be this bold?" "If you never ask, you never succeed." Jane stepped out of her dress and turned around, crouching to meet her daughter's eyes. Her gaze was deadly serious. "Let me get this straightened out, Olivia. Markus is amused by you right now, but the moment you stop being amusing to him, you're done." "I don't mean to step on anyone's toes, Jeanne. I'm just here to enjoy myself, that's it. And if I end up getting a raise because of it, even better. Look at me..." Alice undressed in front of a nearby mirror, examining her own form. "I didn't think I'd be a big fan of the barely- developed-eighteen-year-old look, but here I am. Am I not pretty, mom?" "Yeah. But the last time we let someone in, it ended very poorly. Don't make that mistake and push it, Olivia." Alice met her mother's glare and nodded. From there, Jane seemed to lighten up. From her perspective, it was rather pleasant to find that Olivia took her advice seriously. "So with that out of the way," Olivia began. "Shall we?" Jane nodded, and her daughter approached with a cheeky smile. Kneeling in front of her, she gazed upon her mother's dripping pussy. Alice looked up, winked, and began to service her mother. Jane gasped as her daughter's head seemed to disappear within the folds between her thick legs. The sensation rocked Jane's body before she saw her daughter's head reappear. "Am I doing well, Mom?" "Yeah...carry on," Jane breathlessly responded. Alice nodded and adjusted her hair, moving it back so it wouldn't get in the way. She took another dive in, not noticing how her mother seemed to smile. Alice continued when she felt a slight rumbling motion, a strange shifting underneath her mother's pussy. She suddenly felt something emerge from within and shove itself down her throat, pushing her head back. For a moment, she was shocked before moving back and beginning to suck her mother's thick erection. Jane cooed, her mouth falling open. She played with her own G cup breasts and sizable nipples, feeling her body respond to every touch. Olivia pulled back for only a moment, glaring at her mother's cock. A semen-spitter unrivaled in size and length. Something so massive that Olivia had doubts of being able to swallow it down, yet compared to the rest of Jane's body it seemed appropriate in size. "I thought Markus said no skinsuits, but it looks like you've worn an extra one underneath." "Andrea is so wrong about most things, but one lesson of hers has always stuck with me. No matter who you are....you always bring a secret dick along." Jane tauntingly ran a finger alongside her ginormous erection. "And, well, if it were any smaller, it would be out of shape, wouldn't it?" "I'm not complaining, Mom. I'm all in." Alice rubbed her hands in obvious excitement. "Come to your mother then." She opened her arms wide, inviting her daughter in. She sat on the edge of the bed with her mighty dick pointed upwards. "Please." Alice smiled as she spread her legs over her mother's and impaled herself onto her cock. Both of the women let out an involuntary moan of sexual pleasure as Alice snuggled into position. Jane wrapped both her arms around her daughter, pulling her into a caring kiss on the cheek that turned into the two of them french kissing. Jane pressed her large breasts against her daughter's, whose own paled in comparison. Alice began to ride her mother's erection, which felt like it had split her in half. Both of them had long blonde hair, both heads of which unravelled as the two of them shared spit. Jane dicked her daughter down below at a romantic pace. She tilted her daughter to the right, pushing her onto her back while now beginning to truly "rev up". With every movement, Alice's body shifted in a most pleasurable way. The daughter was squirming, covered in sweat, and her mother going all the way into her daughter's snatch. Both of them moaned, yelping loudly as Jane finally deposited her load inside of her daughter. The mother pulled back, freeing her semen- spitting appendage and coating Alice, whom on her own initiative crawled towards Jane, wrapping her lips around the monster cock. She looked up for approval and Jane caressed her hair in a very motherly fashion. "Good girl. I guess it's official now...welcome to the family." Alice swallowed load after load until her mother had finished. A few minutes of cleaning up later and the both of them had swapped out the bed sheets. "One thing you should know, Olivia. Markus hates dry cum or cumstains, so we always clean up after we're done. Don't ever forget that." Alice nodded. "As long as I'm not myself, please do call me Alice. That was the whole point of this exercise, wasn't it Mom?" "I understand, Alice." "Looks like both of you have been busy with some family bonding." Both of the girls looked up to see the guys standing on the far side of the room. "Yeah." "And you've brought a cock with you I see." "Mmhm." Jane looked at her husband, gulping as her deflated dick retracted within. "Just for when I need it." Andrew started undressing when his father stopped him. "What are you doing?" "We're here, mom and my 'sister' are naked. Let's fuck!" "No, I'm done for tonight." "Come on, a quick--guh!" Mac grabbed Andrew by the balls, the spiky- haired son breathing heavily as his father squeezed them. "I'm done for tonight. You can head off to your own room and masturbate as much as you'd like. Heck, if your sis wants to, you can keep on fucking. But me and Jane are heading off to bed. Our bed. Understood?" "Yes dear....dad." "Goodnight Andrew." Mac gave his son's testicles another squeeze before patting him on the back. "You too, Alice." Both of them left the room without argument, even though Mac could hear Andrew grumble under his breath. "He's going to probably masturbate for hours until he finally falls asleep in front of his PC." "It made so much sense to have her be the teenage son, since she acts like a bratty teenager too!" Jane chuckled. Mac leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "So, what do you think of Olivia so far?" "She knows how to service me, and she seems excited to be here...but that still doesn't change the fact that you let in a complete stranger into our...marriage, again." "The leverage I have over her is far greater than I had over Damien. If things go south, we can make a clean break without much trouble." "Hmm..." Jane couldn't help but yawn, and Mac joined in as well. "Let's get some rest. I've got a feeling we will be quite busy tomorrow." "Shouldn't you have ordered Andrew to get some sleep as well?" "Do you really think he's ever going to stop being horny?" "Fair." Mac leaned forward and kissed Jane on the cheek with a smile. "Let's head to bed." As the two of them tucked themselves underneath the sheets, Mac could feel a soft hand wrap around his cock. "Alright. A quickie then, and then we'll actually sleep."