Evelyn Saunders put on a pair of tights.

They came to her waist, a waist which was disconcertingly thin compared to her explosive motherly hips. A massive redistribution of fat pushed her figure well beyond an hourglass, and the aches in her tits and ass indicated she was still growing there. But wearing tights she felt contained.

Her case of Gush was mild. At least, it started mild. A little bit of fever. Some low aches. Then outgrowing her jeans was definitely a concern. And so was the moisture. Saliva pooled on her tongue at regular intervals. And then there was the OTHER moisture…

The important thing was she was still fighting it off. The tights would help. They would stretch with her new body. They would hold her in place. They made her feel safe.

Except, whoops, she forgot panties. Her cuntflower lips were smushed against the sheer nylon for everyone to see. It was a herculean effort to put on even just tights. She couldn’t double back now just to slip on underwear that was doomed to get drenched anyway.

But she couldn’t stop here either. Her five children didn't need to see their mother’s genitals clinging to a pair of tights.

So she stepped into a straight black work skirt.

The skirt brought with it new problems. Firstly, it pushed her thighs together where they became mutual sources of happy friction. And boy did it make her ass look way too big and fuckable.

Her three boys were already sneaking too many looks. She tried to give them grace. The whole family was a little feverish. It made people randy. And Gush affected men a lot differently. It flooded them with testosterone and made them simple and bossy With that in mind her boys were being remarkably polite. They took care to gawk only when they thought she wasn’t looking. She was tremendously proud of them.

It was Evelyn’s fault for growing such a big ass anyway.

“Put on a top now.” She told herself. “Cover the tits.”

That was hard to do. They got too big. No bra fit, and most clothing didn’t either.

That was just an excuse. Evelyn didn’t WANT to cover them. The longer Evelyn fought off Gush, the harder it became to ignore the excitement at her changing figure. The fifty year old mother of five wasn’t prepared for the ego boost the virus would provide.

She looked no older than thirty-five now. No, actually, she thought examining the mirror. It’s thirty today. Her blemishes and wrinkles finished tightening up. The last of her cellulite was gone. The drooping parts of her moved back into place, suppled up, and became new.

Her triple-sized tits sat unbelievably perky in a shape impossible for mammaries as heavy as these. They fell with swooping slopes into upturned nipples, jutting off her chest with gravity-defying pride.

She put on a white sleeveless sweater. The fabric was thin and stretchy, so it pulled easily over her boobs even if the honeyed rings of her nipples showed through it. And though the sweater held her boobs together, it couldn’t stop them from throwing their weight around. They bounced as a unit now, like two milk jugs in a tight sack.

At least she was dressed. A big achievement. And she looked good. In her glasses she looked like a sexy librarian. But now that she was mostly presentable, her real work began.

Parenting. And somehow, she had to do it without giving into the growing urges that Gush gave her. Already, she felt herself moistening in her tights.

Probably because her reflection looked so goddamn hot. On top of everything else, Evelyn was growing a new appreciation for the female form.

“Don’t fuck anyone.” She told herself. “Don’t you dare fuck anyone.”




LATER

Somebody creampied Mom.

Her oldest daughter, Clarissa Saunders discovered it when she went to apologize.

“Mom, are you in here??” She cracked open the door to her Mother’s room.

A smell seeped out that was stupid sexy. Clarissa felt naughty even breathing it. It was an earthy musk, the kind that sunk deep into the sheets to ensure the room would never smell fresh again.

“Mom? I’m SORRY about what I said.”

Opening the door further, Clarissa took shallow breaths. She was, against all odds, still buttoned up tight in a blouse and khakis. Normal clothes for a normal girl. But it was hard to deny in a room soaked with sex that she wasn't at least a little sick with Gush.

Not that sick was the right word. People with Gush didn't get sick in the traditional way. They didn’t cough or sneeze, and they certainly didn’t feel “bad.”

But they did leak a lot. The virus made its hosts all sucky and fucky, basically turning them into spurting factories of super contagious fluids. That made the pandemic that much harder to control. People with the flu weren’t biologically compelled to deliver their fluids directly to people’s mouths in the way horny people were.

And speaking of fluids, Mom was in a puddle of them.

“Oh you have GOT to be kidding me.”

Mom dozed on her side and wore a dazed smile that refused to fade even in her unconsciousness. Her naked body, expanded into fat pools of tits and ass, was liquid soft.

On her legs, she still wore a pair of torn tights. They were ripped open into a wide hole around the pussy. From the engorged slit, thick white cum leaked from deep inside where it had been deposited. Gravity pulled it out of her used slit and down her sweaty thighs like a sweet glaze.

Mom’s pussy was hairless. Gush did that to women, supposedly. It was how Clarissa knew she was still fighting off the sickness. Last she checked, her pussy was still a little fuzzy. And Clarissa checked a lot. In moments of insecurity, she would peek into her pants to make sure everything was totally normal down there. And it mostly was, save for a puffier, pinker vulva.

She just had to be careful not to touch anything while she was in there.

Mom’s meanwhile, was slick as sex. And with that sweet frosting filling oozing out of those wet folds, it looked like an overstuffed pastry.

Clarissa pushed thoughts of nummy yummy frosting out of her head. Mom’s pussy wasn’t a cream donut. It was MOM. And that wasn’t frosting. It was CUM.

“Who did this??”

The suspects were few. The family had been in quarantine for two weeks. As per the CDC guidelines, nobody came or went. Narrowing the field even further, Dad was stuck five states away on business. And obviously the ladies of the house, Clarissa and her sister Faye, couldn’t produce jizz.

Which meant the culprit had to be one of their three brothers. Drake, Ari, or Spencer. It was one of them who left Mom so freshly fucked.

Which was so totally gross. One of Mom’s own sons fucked her and dumped a big fat tasty looking load in her.

“Boys!!” Clarissa barked.

For the past couple days, Clarissa took to avoiding her brothers. The Saunders family was never one for movie or game nights anyway. But the virus put a lot more distance between them. Clarissa didn't want to call it sexual tension. That was a reality she was not yet willing to accept even in her horniest moments. But there was a tense pall over the house. It electrified the air like a storm about to break.

“What!!” One of them yelled back.

Clarissa couldn’t tell who was speaking. All three had dropped registers, and she still wasn’t used to their new testosterone fueled baritones. She wasn’t used to a lot of things about them. They were starting to look like Calvin Klein men.

Still, they were her brothers. They were her family. No virus could change that. But just to be safe, she buttoned the very top of her blouse which had at some point popped apart. God, it felt tight today.

“Get in here!”




EARLIER

Evelyn came downstairs in her tights, skirt, and sweater. She was awake before any of her children. She preferred it that way. It gave her a chance to cook breakfast without any prying eyes distracting her.

She cracked eight eggs into a bowl. The 30 egg carton was getting low, but they had another in the basement freezer. At the rate her boys were eating, they would burn through that in no time, too.

This quarantine was untenable. How long could people to be expected to wait around in all this uncertainty? They needed real information and fast.

“You’re all staying healthy, right?” Her husband Marshall said over the phone.

“Yes, dear.” Evelyn said.

For his own sanity, Evelyn decided to keep the details of their fevers to a minimum. Marshall didn’t need to know just how big they were growing, or just how horny she was getting.

“I’m worried about you. It sounds like it’s getting bad over there. And just earlier this morning, Jim from next door called and— Jesus. He offered to let me sleep with his wife.”

“That’s concerning.” Jim and Abigail were devout Christians. Hell, they were basically Mennonites. Evelyn could hardly imagine them sleeping with each other. “Do I even want to know if he wanted anything in return?”

“You really don’t. Ugh! I feel so helpless trapped in a damn Hilton. Monica texted about having me to her hotel room for a socially distanced coffee and— Ugh, I’m going so stir crazy I think I might do it.”

“You should, Honey.” Evelyn said. “She’s your BOSS. I trust you.”

“Are you sure? I mean. She’s been in the same quarantine I have. And really, like NOTHING is going on here still. It’s the middle of nowhere. So I thought it might be fine.”

“I’m sure it is. You should do it.”

Marshall sighed. “Thanks, Eve. And Hun. You’re still not masturbating, right?”

Marshall was still one of those believers in the celibacy rule for fighting the fever. But what did he know? He had no firsthand experience with Gush.

“Of course not, dear.” Evelyn lied.

There were too many conflicting reports. The early advice maintained that orgasms would multiply the viral load. People were advised not to do it at any costs. Later reports said that cumming was not only safe, but a GOOD way to fight the fever. It burned it off. It made you feel better.

So what the fuck was Evelyn supposed to do? She erred on the side of cumming only at night. Just to help her sleep.

“But I have to go, okay? I need to finish breakfast. Love you.”

Her pussy had gotten all wet and naggy at the sound of her husband’s voice. Her clit was already a swollen protrusion that rubbed between her thighs and against her nylon tights. It was basically masturbating itself. At this rate Evelyn would probably orgasm no matter what she did.

She looked at the time. It was just before dawn. Technically, it was night.

“Close enough.”

She took one last glance to make sure the kitchen was empty, then leaned on the counter with a wide stance. Her skirt rode up all on its own. It did NOT want to stay pulled over her rear.

“Ooohhh!!!!”

A few light slaps over the tights did it. The brief simulation made her gush a small helping of fluid through the nylon and all over her fingers. It felt searingly good coming out. Evelyn never used to squirt like this, but she was adjusting to it. It made cumming feel even more like letting go.

Speaking of letting go, Evelyn decided that masturbating had to help the fever. A lot of people were saying it. There was no use holding onto outdated recommendations.

Feeling much more clear-headed, Evelyn straightened her skirt and got back to whisking the eggs. It was only when they were sizzling on the pan did she realize she probably should have washed her hands first.




LATER

The boys were here. All three of them.

The Saunders were a family of half-Scandinavian, half-Scottish descent. Their Mother had the blondest of hair, and their Father the reddest, which meant that the siblings ran the spectrum in between. The familial bonds lie in the faces then, with the same strong brows and blue eyes marking all of them.

“Woah.” Drake said, tall and blonde.

“The fuck?” Ari echoed, bearded and brown-haired.

“Wow.” Spencer finished, freckled and sandy.

They took in the sight of their caked up mother with the torn tights, the leaky pussy, and the fuck-happy grin.

To Clarissa’s dismay, they too were barely dressed. There was supposed to be a strict full-clothing policy in the house, but all three were without shirts. But that was nothing new. They started breaking that rule two days ago, and Clarissa’s Mother had failed miserably to enforce it. So did Clarissa, to be fair.

The boys did have nice chests.

“That all you have to say for yourselves?” Clarissa said sternly. She crossed her arms over her much-too-pillowy bust and stared down her brothers. “Whoever did it, fess up.”

The boys shared looks of hesitation.

“Wasn't me.” Drake said.

Clarissa narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?”

It was hard to tell exactly how sick Drake was with Gush. Her basketball star brother was in good shape before all this started, so his firm pecs and cut abs didn't stand out from before before. Still, she was pretty sure he’d gotten even taller, and that was concerning. Drake should have been done growing years ago.

“I'm serious!” He said. “I didn't do that! Ask Spencer, he was the one talking about how hot Mom was getting.”

“You what?”

“Bro! Don't throw me under the bus like that!” Spencer said.

It could definitely be Spencer that plowed Mom. The guy used to live on his computer eating snacks and playing League of Legends. But despite all the free time they had in quarantine, Spencer hadn’t gamed in four days. Instead he burned off energy in the basement gym, putting more hours into the treadmill in a few days than he ever did online.

That was a serious change in personality. To top it off, his considerable pudge had melted away into a sculpted and lean chest. He glistened with pungent sweat, and Clarissa wondered if it was from working out or fucking Mom senseless.

“What exactly did you say about Mom?”

“I was concerned.” Spencer said. “Her ass was getting rounder in those jeans by the day. She kept bending over and I thought they were gonna straight-up rip. And then that SKIRT today.”

Clarissa suppressed an exasperated sigh. She was keenly aware of how her own khakis fit today. They were supposed to hang straight, but instead they hugged her flared hips a little too tightly. To bend over would be to tempt fate.

“What about you?” She asked Ari.

Ari, the once wiry and shy wallflower, answered with an uncharacteristically deep voice.

“I mean yeah, I noticed.” He said. “Her ass, I mean.”

The word “ass” sounded alien coming from Ari’s mouth. Before today, Clarissa simply couldn't imagine the sensitive pianist objectifying anyone, let alone going to town on their mother.

But of the three, he’d grown the most. His shoulders broadened into a wide T, forcing his hunch to straighten and spread into a new configuration of masculinity. Plus, he had that beard now. It grew in fast and thick, and framed his jaw into a square shape. He hadn't practiced the piano in days. Instead, he was hiding out in his room every chance he got.

“You've been spending a lot of time in your room.” Clarissa said to him. “What have you been doing?”

Ari made a mortified face, and Drake and Spencer stifled their laughter. Drake made the jerk-off motion with his hand. “Yeah bro, tell her!”

“Shut up, dude!”

Clarissa stamped her foot and her top three buttons popped open. The deep crevice where her boobs met pushed through eagerly and instantly. Clarissa had to admit that the breathing room felt kind of nice. Plus, the boys’ drifting attention snapped right back to her. Or to her cleavage, anyway. Which was close enough.

“This isn't funny, you guys! Look at her! She’s full infected now. When she wakes up we're gonna have a serious problem.”

It was more than that. Her brothers didn't have to worry about it, but one of these guys was fully infected too. Somebody was so far gone that they were willing to plunge their cock into their Mom’s pussy. Clarissa needed to find out who, or her pussy might be next.

“Did anyone HEAR anything?” Clarissa asked.

“Nah. I was in the basement gym. Cant hear shit down there.” Spencer said.

“The shower.” Drake chimed.

“Watching a movie in my room. With headphones.” Ari explained.

“Yeah, a ‘movie.’” Drake made scare quotes in the air before bursting into more laughter.

Ari shouted in a deep bass that Clarissa felt in her chest. “Shut the fuck up, dude!” He charged towards his brother, and on instinct Clarissa took a step between them and stuck out her arms. “Guys, stop!”

She found herself flanked by pecs. Drake was still dewy from his shower, and Ari lightly sweated with anger, but both chests burned hot on her fingers. The heat traveled up her arms to her body, making all parts of her flush.

Down below, her tunnel throbbed and there was a small but certain release of fluid. It brought both boys’ focus right to her. It was as if they could SENSE she’d just squirted in her pants. They closed in tighter. They surrounded her with their heat and took deep breaths, and Clarissa’s privates pulsed like crazy.

Fuck. This was bad. She was gonna gush again. She could feel the pressure building deep in her abdomen. This time, she doubted she could she subtle about it. And with how much was coming, it might drive the boys feral.

She removed herself from the brother sandwich in a hurry. It was hard to squeeze through without rubbing her tits and ass against them, but that was a price Clarissa was willing to pay for freedom.

“No fighting.” She dictated. “We have to figure this out. If you need it spelled out, the house is seriously breached and we’re all dominoes waiting to fall. You think Mom won’t turn each of you into Gush-heads like half the country?”

“Well what were YOU doing, Clarissa?” Spencer said. “Why didn't you hear anything?”

“I was DOING LAUNDRY, dickweed. Cause it seems like I'm the only one around here still following the chore wheel.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Clarissa didn't know whose day it was for laundry. But she recently made the discovery that the washing machine felt stupid good to sit on. Because of that, she did the laundry every day with no fuss, chore wheel be damned. Today, she let things go a little too far. She’d perched her big butt right on top with a pile of used gym clothes in her arms, taking deep whiffs of dizzying boy smell while the machine vibrated beneath her.

All the while, her poor Mom was getting fucked into slut-hood two floors up. Clarissa felt horrible. If she had been paying more attention, she could have prevented this.

She recalled the last words she said to her mother before this all happened, and guilt stabbed her conscience.

“Okay, so nobody can account for anybody.” Ari threw up his hands. “Great.”

“Dude, it's TOTALLY you!” Drake laughed. “Hand wasn't good enough anymore, I bet.”

“Bro, it's YOU! You fucked Mom then you showered to hide the evidence!”

Drake scoffed. “Get real! You’ve been jacking off non-stop. You're totally horned up. I bet she bent over one too many times and you snapped.”

“Enough!” Clarissa yelled.

Brotherly conflict had a new edge to it. The boys were running hot, and their interactions came with the implicit risk of explosive physicality. The danger made Clarissa disconcertingly excited.

“Okay. No more accusations for now. Ari’s right. You all have alibis. We’ll get nowhere like this.”

Nowhere except a big manly brawl, which Clarissa would have no choice but to get in the middle of. It would be an odor-heavy ordeal, what with all those natural musks closing in on each other. There would be a lot of touching. She’d probably get smushed between them again.

Clarissa felt hopeless. It felt like the family’s depraved downfall was a foregone conclusion the moment somebody came in Mom. After this, it was only a matter of time before one of her brothers put that cockdrunk smile on Clarissa’s face, too.

And not just her, but their younger sister Faye. Innocent Faye, who was more horrified by the Gush pandemic than anyone. She’d done such a noble job fighting it. Meanwhile Clarissa couldn’t keep her shirt buttoned in front of her brothers for five minutes.

“Wait a minute.” Clarissa said. “Where is Faye?”




EARLIER

“Mom, tell the guys to put shirts on!” Clarissa said at breakfast.

“Put shirts on.” Evelyn said halfheartedly.

Drake scarfed down half his omelette in one bite. “After breakfast.”

“You guys, too.” Evelyn said to her other sons.

Spencer and Ari gave non-committal grunts.

“There.” Evelyn said to Clarissa.

She hoped that settled it. She admitted her rule enforcement was slipping a little. The boys went shirtless more often, and she couldn’t find the words that would get through to them.

Not that she could blame them. Fighting off Gush was a warm endeavor. In her tights and sweater Evelyn felt like a human oven. If she wasn’t sporting a big pair of Mommy Milkers, she’d probably be topless too.

“Moom, they’re not gonna do it.” Clarissa said.

“Clarissa, please. Just ignore your brothers and eat your breakfast.”

Her eldest daughter had a lot of complaints lately, but Evelyn was tired of fighting her sons. Two weeks of quarantine was starting to get to them. If Evelyn felt stir crazy, she couldn’t imagine how her growing teenage boys felt. Evelyn decided it was better to pick her battles. And shirts were just shirts.

Chests were just chests. Even broad, firm ones.

In her heart, Clarissa must have felt the same. She fell silent and returned to her oatmeal, which was mixed into full-fat yogurt sweetened with copious squirts of honey. She took big mouthfuls and chased it with a gulp of cold whole milk.

“How is it?” Evelyn asked.

“Really good.” Clarissa admitted.

Evelyn agreed. She had the exact same meal in front of her, and every bite filled her with primal satisfaction.

It was a bad sign. Supposedly, Gush made women crave fat and sugar. Evelyn didn’t believe it until she found herself spreading bigger helpings of butter on her bread the past week. Shortly after, she’d noticed the same pattern in her daughters. That was when they all started wearing their baggiest clothing in a futile attempt at hiding where all the fat went.

Evelyn knew she was feeding the virus that was turning her body into breedstock, but that knowledge didn’t translate to self-control. She downed her glass of milk and told herself that the swelling sensation in her tits was psychosomatic.

Ari finished his omelette and stood abruptly. “Thanks Mom. That was good.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Dishes, Ari.” Evelyn pointed to the chore wheel. She’d done her part making breakfast. But it was Ari’s turn to clean up. The wheel said so.

“But Mom, I—”

“What’s so important back in your room, Ari? You’ve been spending an awful lot of time in there.” Ari’s brothers stifled some laughter at the accusation. Evelyn did her best to ignore the implications. “Clean up and play some piano or something. I miss hearing it.”

Ari’s jaw clenched. “Fine.”

He collected the dishes with disgruntled resignation. With his new beard, Evelyn barely recognized him as her own son. He looked like a brown-haired clone of his father.

Evelyn’s sex throbbed at the remembrance of her husband. The things she would do to that man if he was here.

“And Faye, remember you’re on lunch.”

Faye finished her glass of milk and wiped it with one of her sleeves. “Sure, Mom.” Ari took the glass out of her hand, and she glanced to Evelyn nervously. “Actually. I kind of wanted to talk to you about something. Privately.”

Faye, unlike her siblings, hadn’t changed much. The sensitive girl was always the most willing to confide in her mother. And though Evelyn could recognize some tell-tale swelling in her daughter’s boobs, Faye’s body had clearly done a better job fighting Gush than the rest of them. Her old shirts still fit her, and even today her favorite band tee was only a little tighter around her rounded bust.

“Sure, Faye.” Evelyn said. “What’s up?”

Faye glanced around to her siblings and twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “Upstairs?”




LATER

Faye, at least, followed the chore wheel too. They found her in the kitchen making lunch.

She stood over the stove in an overlarge sweater cooking a deep pan of ground beef and onions. The sweater draped over her body so fully that only the bare parts of her legs came out the bottom.

“Perfect timing!” Faye said with helpful blue eyes. She looked the same as ever, though her lightly freckled face was suspiciously clear of blemishes. And were her lips always so soft? “Food’s ready.”

The boys dragged stools to the counter and piled meat onto plates in a frenzy. “Sweeeet.”

“Hold on. Not sweet. We have a problem, remember?” Clarissa reminded them. “Faye. Uhm. Did you hear any sounds coming from Mom’s room?”

“Sounds like what?”

Clarissa bit her tongue. This was really bad news they were about to deliver, with Mom going all J-cup fuckslut. More importantly, one of their brothers was behind it. But before Clarissa could find the right words to explain the situation, Drake answered thoughtlessly.

“Sex sounds.” He said. “Somebody fucked Mom. Spencer or Ari, obviously. You didn't see Spencer run upstairs with a boner, did you?”

“I was in the GYM!” Spencer snapped so loud that Clarissa quivered. Her body was getting sensitive to stuff like that. Deep baritones struck new nerves. The more those nerves were stimulated, the more responsive they got.

She really ought to do another pussy check soon. Things were slick down there ever since her latest gush. Suspiciously slick. She hoped she still had hair, but she suspected it more of it had been washed out.

“Besides, Drake. You’re the one who was closest to Mom’s room when Clarissa found her.” Spencer added.

“Ugh, dude, I’m telling you I was in the shower. Took a long one, too. Faye, tell ‘em I kicked you outta the bathroom to take a shower like an hour ago.”

“Oh. Yeah. He totally did.” Faye said. “I was in there before he…”

“Kicked her out.” Drake finished.

“Yeah.”

“You were in the shower first?” Clarissa asked.

Faye nodded.

So then why was Faye’s hair still freshly damp? The golden strands hung crimped and heavy down her back. Clearly, she HAD been in the shower. But a whole hour ago?

“So somebody fucked Mom? Oh gosh, that’s… That’s crazy.” Faye said softly.

“Nuts.” Ari piled a spoonful of meat onto a bed of rice.

“And now we know it wasn't me.” Drake said definitively.

Clarissa frowned. Faye was acting awfully calm for finding out that their Mom was freshly fucked. It was only a few days ago that she cried over the idea of anyone in the family succumbing to Gush. Her best friend Lianna caught it fiercely, and poor Faye found out from a graphic series of texts about the sordid things the former Chess Club president was getting up to with her Daddy.

Stories like that were becoming prevalent. Clarissa heard a few of them herself. An unfortunate byproduct of the quarantine was that many families gave in to the fever with each other. For most Americans, normative family values were the very first thing to go.

The thought of that happening to their own family was unthinkable. At least until somebody creampied Mom.

Clarissa caught herself staring at the boys eating their pork. Their was an immediacy to how the shirtless hunks devoured it with violent gnoshes. It was primal. And it stirred the roiling desire inside of her.

Clarissa’s mouth filled with saliva. She had a bit of an appetite herself recently. She grabbed a carton of whole milk out of the fridge and took a big swig. The thick milk tasted delicious. It satisfied a deep craving in Clarissa, but she couldn't help sneak glances at her brothers from over the carton.

Faye was even less subtle. Her eyes dropped to Drake’s chest and she bit her lower lip in uncharacteristic appreciation.

It wasn’t a good look for either girl. But it wasn’t their fault their brothers were getting so mega hunky hot. Anyone would be little fascinated by rippling muscles like these. They strained and flexed with every bite the boys took, and though Clarissa’s sex throbbed like she was back on the washing machine, she knew it was only a natural curiosity she was feeling.

“So let’s say it wasn’t Drake.” To get the boys’ attention, Clarissa undid her blouse to the fourth button so it made a deep V to the bottom of her titties. To her delight, their eyes popped right back to them. She wiped dribbling milk off her lips and realized it had been spilling on her tits while she drank it.

“Drake was in the shower as confirmed by Faye. That leaves Spencer who was in the gym and Ari who was in his room. Can either of you prove that?”

Neither Spencer nor Ari looked eager to do that. They dropped their forks with awkward clatters.

“Fine.” Ari said gruffly. “I was masturbating. Happy?”

The admission hung in the air. Even after two weeks of escalating virus symptoms, Clarissa had never before heard her once reserved brother openly discuss such a thing.

“So why did you deny it before?” She asked, trying not to make him feel judged.

Masturbating was totally normal, especially with Gush going around. It was okay to do, supposedly. Although some health officials were still adamant that the new “Touch Yourself Healthy” Campaign was really, really bad.

“It’s embarrassing! I’ve been horny as fuck. Like way more than usual. But I didn’t fuck Mom, that’s gross.”

“That’s fine.” Clarissa said. “Masturbating is, um. Fine. You can do that all you want. Just as long as that’s all you were doing.”

“If Ari really was in his room, there’d probably be like a million wadded up tissues.” Drake said helpfully. “Couldn’t cum in Mom if he was cumming in his hand. Let's go take a look.”

Horror washed over Ari’s face.

“Come on, Clarissa...” He said pleadingly. “Do we really need to do that? This is humiliating enough.”

Clarissa imagined walking into Ari’s man cave. The room would probably be full of spunk and musk and sweat, a smell so overpowering it would surely make her head spin. And there’d be tissues.

Clarissa didn’t need to see that. All she wanted was to hop on the washing machine and cum her troubles away. To just let the big, vibrating box masturbate HER box. Smushing her folds against it, riding it, jerking on it. Leaking on it.

In the other room, the TV was on. On it, a big-assed Latina wearing only heels knelt on all fours on a table getting plowed by some beefcake.

“You guys, there's PORN on the TV!” Clarissa said.

She wasn’t actually that shocked. Spread thighs and stuffed twats on the family tv seemed strangely normal to her overheated brain. But she knew well enough that a tit-swinging, ass-rippling pounding like this was not fit for the living room.

“That's not porn.” Ari said. “It’s the local news.”

Now that she looked closer, Clarissa recognized the naked broad as the Channel 8 anchor Lola Cruz. And the dark and handsome dreamboat laying pipe on her was her co-host Guy Mackie.

“Oh.”

Clarissa could hardly justify turning off the news during a pandemic. It was so important to stay informed. And behind the very distracting, very sweaty and very loud specimens on the anchor desk, a map of America was colored almost entirely red.

“Did it reach the Midwest?” Clarissa asked.

That was pretty bad. So why were the words “G-14 VIRUS EMERGENCY OVER!!!” flashing in a banner along the bottom of the screen?

“Yeah. Apparently last night was a pretty big time for spreading.” Drake said. “People kinda said fuck the quarantine. God she’s fuckin’ hot.”

Drake sported a big hard woody in his pants. He nodded along eagerly as Guy Mackie clapped Lola’s big cheeks. And when Clarissa scanned her other brothers, she realized with a hot flush that they were hard as fuck too.

“So as you can see— Nnghh!! The virus isn’t actually dangerous or bad for you at ALL.” Lola moaned into a discarded lav mic on the desk. She thrust her ass higher and Guy gave it a nice hard spank. “Here at Channel 8 we ALL have it and— ahh!! We can do our— ooohhh— joooobs no problem! Holy fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s great news!” Faye said brightly.

Like her brothers, she too was overly interested in the news. As she watched, she idly nibbled a finger and wiggled her hips side to side.

“No, it’s NOT!” Clarissa snapped. “We’re still quarantining. Their brains are sex mush now, we can’t trust them.”

Her titties ached. It wasn’t fair that Lola Cruz got to let hers swing free on live television while Clarissa had to mostly hide hers. It felt like society’s norms were shifting beneath her feet. Just last week, the whole country was on the same page about reducing the spread of Gush. Now, people were apparently breaking quarantine like it was nothing. Even as she and her family were being so good.

But not everybody was being good. Somebody fucked Mommy. One of her brothers bent Mommy over and stuck his big, hard cock in her. And then he came inside of her.

That’s not fair either, Clarissa thought yearningly.

Fuck, when did she get so dripping wet? She’d have to change her panties soon. They were sodden with the silky, viscous fluid that her body was intent on producing.

The three boys were immersed in the news. Clarissa couldn't blame them. Guy Mackie looked ready to pop, and she found herself wondering if he would unload inside co-anchor’s pussy or on her ass. Her fingers crept to her khakis, and when she realized she was thumbing at the zipper, she yanked them away.

“Okay, that’s it.” She said definitively. “We’re checking Ari’s room for jizz tissues.”




EARLIER

Faye closed the door to her bedroom with a soft click. She leaned against it and held her arms across her stomach.

“What’s wrong, hun?” Evelyn asked.

“Mom. I think I’m getting it.” She said smally.

“Gush?”

“Yeah. The aches. The heat. The… urges. It all hit me last night. I barely slept. And when I did sleep I had these DREAMS. Oh, Mom. What’s happening to us?”

Evelyn put her hands on Faye’s shoulders. Her daughter’s eyes were big with worry. She chewed her lip.

“It’s going to be okay, Faye. We’re all riding this out until they find a treatment. You’re not alone. Surely you’ve noticed that I’ve gone through changes myself?”

Faye looked instinctively at Evelyn’s body. “Well. Yeah. But I’m having thoughts, Mom. I’m no longer disgusted by the same things I was a few days ago. Like… Look.”

Faye played a video from her phone.

“When Liliana first sent this to me it made me sick. Now for some reason I just… Keep going back to it.”

In the video was Liliana herself. The once wiry mousy brunette was now a full-figured whore. She aimed the camera at herself while she bent over a table, and a bulging figure pounded her from behind while she moaned “Oh Daddy YES! YES Daddy! YES!”

“That’s my best friend getting… screwed by her own father. This shouldn’t excite me. But all I can think about is how big Mr. Warren’s arms are. How strong he looks.”

Faye let the video play for a little while longer. She squirmed to the rhythm of her friend’s moving hips. Evelyn agreed that it was a scorcher. For a small girl, Liliana filled out like a

“Faye, dear.” Evelyn said. “Do you pleasure yourself?”

Faye looked down at her feet. “I thought we weren’t supposed to. They say doing it makes you sicker.”

“Faye that is OLD advice. You need to burn off these urges. It’s GOOD for you. You think I don’t have urges, too? With THIS fevered body? Honey I’m positively burning. That’s why I do it daily.”

Faye paused the video.

“But—! No, Mom! You shouldn’t!”

“Shhh, honey, dear.” Evelyn rubbed her daughter’s arms comfortingly. “It’ll make you feel much better. I promise it’ll help you forget about that naughty video.”

Temporarily, anyway.

“And it’s easy, too. Your pussy will be so sensitive. You’ll cum in no time.”

Faye wormed out of Evelyn’s hold. “Mom, you’re acting weird. I don’t think I should.”

“Oh, you absolutely should. Faye, I can’t have you getting all pent up under my roof. You’re going to start looking at your brothers differently and then—”

“My brothers?? Ew, Mom!!”

“I'll show you how to do it.” Evelyn sat on Faye’s bed and hiked up her skirt. “It’s EASY.” She scooted back her butt and thrust out her engorged pussy, still smushed behind that maddeningly thin layer of hosiery.

“Mom, STOP.”

“All it takes is just a few little love taps and--”

Evelyn gave her clitty six light pats.

This was a big one. The stimulation put into motion what was quickly becoming a well-oiled orgasm machine. At once, she released her built-up pressure like a bursting pipe.

“AaaaAND-- Oohh!!”

Evelyn sprayed through her tights and all over a horrified Faye.

“Oohhfuuckk AAHH!!”

It wouldn't stop. Evelyn suffered through the body wracking pleasure for a good fifteen seconds, spraying the whole time as she quaked like Jello.

“Ooh, Faye, honey, I’m sorry!” Evelyn giggled weakly when it was finished. Holy shit that was a good orgasm. Maybe the best ever. She didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed by it.

Faye stood frozen in shock, absolutely soaked and dripping with the fruits of Evelyn’s orgasm. She spit the taste out of her mouth and wiped it futilely with her arm.

“I need to— Shower.” Faye whispered. “To get this off of me. Get clean.”

She had a dazed expression about her. Her cheeks were bright red and her nipples were hard. She licked her wet lips idly.

“Sure Baby. Jeeze I really got you, huh? Anyway that’s how it’s done. But in the shower you can try the detachable head.”

“That’s NOT why I’m going there! You CONTAMINATED me!”

Without another word, Faye darted out the door. Shortly after, Evelyn heard the bathroom door slam shut and the shower turn on.

“Whoops.” Evelyn said to herself. She hoped Faye would forgive her for the soaking. She was only trying to help.

Evelyn jumped to her feet and straightened out her skirt. Her body throbbed in afterglow and— Gosh she just felt so good. Masturbating was definitely the key. Evelyn wondered if she should encourage family porn nights with the kids, or— No. Better to keep that private. That was how it was supposed to be, right? Though for the life of her she couldn’t remember why.

She slowed down as she passed Ari’s closed bedroom door. Speaking of privacy…

Her hermit son was still doing the dishes downstairs. In his absence she could take a peak, just to see what he had been up to in there. Gently, Evelyn creaked open in the door and slid inside.

At what she saw, her heart dropped. “Oh no.”

Fuck. This wasn’t good. How did this happen under her own nose?

Even worse, Ari had been right behind her. His broad fingers wrapped around her wrist and spun her to face him. He loomed over her, looking down on her like a young, beefed up version of her husband.

Ari growled. “You shouldn’t have come in here, Mom.”




LATER

“Seriously Clarissa, you don't wanna go in there!” Ari yelled after her.

Clarissa was half-tempted to listen to him. He had such a deep and booming voice now, and if he used it a little more forcefully she'd probably fold like wet tissue. The aching in her tits and the heat between her legs made her feel physically weak. It wouldn't take much to bring her to her knees.

But she had a mission. She had to confirm that Ari was jacking off and not fucking Mommy. Then they would know once and for all that it had to be Spencer who did it.

Clarissa didn't know what they would do after that. Mommy and Spencer would still be horny-headed sex freaks, and once Mommy woke up the pair would probably get back to doing it on every surface of the house.

They’d need a lot more disinfectant. Clarissa wondered with things opening up again if there'd be more in stock. But unlike two weeks ago, today’s stores were probably dripping with contagious fluids. Clarissa doubted she could make a purchase without some big strong clerk bending her over and introducing her to the new way making purchases.

Stop thinking about getting stuffed at a Walmart, Clarissa scolded herself as she approached Ari’s closed bedroom door. Square up for this.

“Clarissa, WAIT!”

With his final protest, Ari hit a manly register that made Clarissa throb fiercely. If he kept talking to her like that, she would have done ANYTHING for her big little bro. But it was too late. She was already swinging the door open when he made the order.

On Ari’s bed, a set of legs eagerly spread to a hairless snatch greeted them.

“Mmm, finally back to give me more, stud?” She purred.

“Woah.” Drake and Spencer said simultaneously.

It was Ari’s piano teacher Paula. Rather, it was a more youthful, buxom version of the once frumpy Polish woman. She had silkened black hair and smoky eyes, and on her mountainous tits pooled fat tender nipples.

“Ari, what the fuck is she doing here!” Clarissa barked.

“She texted me yesterday that she was giving lessons again…” Ari said not-so-guilty. “She came over and… uh. Hasn’t left since.”

“You’ve been FUCKING her!” Clarissa gasped. “You have Gush! Like all the way have it!”

In the bed, Paula leered at her new visitors. The three boys were still as hard as could be, and the piano teacher didn’t bother concealing her appreciation of their bulges.

“Ari… You DID fuck Mom!” Clarissa added.

“Hold up!” Ari said. “Okay. Yeah. I’m fucking Paula. I tried to resist but… Holy shit she sucked my cock so good. You have no idea.”

“ARI!”

“But I DIDN’T fuck Mom. I’ve been BUSY, Clarissa. Paula needs dick like, every half hour. She’s insatiable.”

“Sure am!” Paula giggled. “So whose gonna take care of me next? How about you, tall boy?”

“Faye, go downstairs.” Clarissa told her sister.

“Huh?” For some reason, Faye was draped over Drake’s shoulders and taking dreamy whiffs of his neck.

Now that the shock wore off, the stains and puddles in the room were becoming apparent. “It’s not safe in here.”

“Jeeze, Clarissa, relax!” Drake said.

He put an arm over their sister and she nestled into him closer.

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Clarissa shouted. “Don’t you see what’s happening!”

Clarissa’s cell phone rang.

“Shit.” She muttered.

It was Dad.

“Uhm. Hello?”

“Clarissa? It’s your Father. How is everyone there?”

It felt good to hear him. Clarissa missed her Dad. In all the chaos, his voice brought some comfort.

Clarissa stumbled over her words. “Oh. Uhm. All good here, Dad. Everything’s fine.”

“Is that Daddy??” Faye chirped. “Tell him I say hi!”

“Shh!!”

“Good, good.” He said. “They’re running flights again so I booked one. I’ll be home tonight. Can you all survive until then?”

Fuck. He was going to be so mad when he found out that Mommy got creampied. And for letting it happen, Clarissa was going to be in trouble. Big trouble.

“Yes, totally.” Clarissa lied.

“I’ll be home soon. I know these past two weeks have been a lot. But just a little bit longer, and I’ll be able to take care of you. I’ll take care of ALL of you. I promise.”

Clarissa’s throat dried up and her cheeks burned. Something sounded off about him. He spoke with an uncanny assuredness that tugged at Clarissa’s nerves. How could he be so calm when the entire country was careening towards shameless hedonism?

Then again, he was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Maybe the pandemic wasn’t so bad out there. Maybe he didn't know how dire things could get.

“Clarissa?” He said.

“Uhm. Sorry. Still here. That's great, Dad. I can't wait to see you.”

The next words her Dad said, whether he intended them to or not, shook Clarissa to her core.

“Mmmm. Good girl.”

Fuck. She REALLY couldn't wait to see him. With everything happening to her family, she was buckling under the responsibility. How nice would it be for Daddy to take care of everything? Daddy was big and strong. Daddy was in charge. If anybody could get the boys in line, it was him.

And if Clarissa got a little punishment for letting things get out of hand, well, maybe she deserved that.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” She sighed.

Then, though it pained her to do it, she hung up.

“He’s coming home.” She announced. She stuck out a finger to Paula. “So you better leave if you know what’s good for you. And you, Ari, are remaining locked in here until Daddy deals with you.”

“That’s bullshit!” Ari yelled. “I didn’t creampie Mom!”

Paula lifted her hips and spread her pussy wide with two fingers. “And I’m not going ANYWHERE! Not until I get fucked again!”

“You know what? Fine! You two can stay locked in here together.”

She turned to Drake, Faye, and Spencer.

“Come on. Let’s go. Daddy will handle this tonight. Until then we all just need to keep our cool. Take more Ibuprofen. Fight off the fever. Just like we’ve been doing. Right?”

Spencer and Drake closed in on Paula. It was inevitable that they would fight over her. Faye watched off to the side with unblinking eyes, and even Clarissa found herself falling into a passive stupor. Lightening in the air. Conflict brewing. The sisters were developing a keen interest to see who would win. Who was stronger.

“EYES HERE BOYS!”

Out of patience, she ripped her blouse apart causing the rest of her buttons to fling away. Their heads swung back to her. Her titties hung fully out now, heavy engorged bells with puffed up nipples that prickled against the air. It was Clarissa’s first view of them since this morning, and, shit. They were definitely bigger. A lot bigger. No wonder they ached so much. She must have gone up two cup sizes.

But her ploy did the trick. Her brothers were back on her, and for a brief moment, they would listen.

“Leaving. Now.” She said again.

She gave her tits a shake for good measure. She wasn't used to the weight. They knocked into each other like wrecking balls, and the contact felt concerningly good. Clarissa wondered what it would feel like to squeeze them. Or have them be squeezed.

The boys followed Clarissa and her jugs out into the hallway. Before she slammed the door on her sick brother and his piano teacher, she sneered at him.

“Enjoy your fucked up sex, Ari. Thanks for changing Mom forever. Asshole.”




EARLIER

Evelyn’s attackers had her sandwiched between them.

Paula’s plush plumpness pushed into her front, and Ari’s hard steel into her back. It was a dizzying place to be.

“Ooh Evelyn look at these.” Paula pulled Evelyn’s sweater off right over her head, and her fat titties dropped out for all to see. “You Mother grew such nice ones, didn’t she Ari?”

Ari kissed Evelyn’s neck and pushed his hard cock against her ass. His fevered hands burned into her bare waist. She could almost feel her sweat sizzling from his touch.

“Sorry Mom.” He rumbled between kisses. “I swore I’d keep it to only this room. To Paula. But now you’re in this room.”

Paula lifted one of Evelyn’s hefty tits and sucked her nipple into her mouth. Cool saliva dripped from Paula’s slurping lips and down Evelyn’s globes, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

So this is how I’m gonna go, Evelyn thought. Fucked by my own son and the woman I pay to tutor him piano.

Paula swirled her tongue around Evelyn’s nipple and it grew harder and longer and thicker and sooo much more sensitive. The instructor removed her mouth with a wet pop and smiled.

“Did you know we have a compulsion to share our viral load with people who have less of it than we do?” Paula asked. She stroked Evelyn’s cheek. “Baby, you’re well on your way to being one fuckable Mommy. But my body’s just begging me to lick you ALL over. So I KNOW you could be even hotter.”

Paula’s sinuous tongue unfurled from her mouth and she pushed it through Evelyn’s lips. It was far too slippery to hold back. Evelyn shuddered as Paula explored her mouth with impunity, and her head buzzed.

So this is how I’m gonna go, Evelyn simpered. She wiggled her ass against Ari’s cock. Filled up by my big boy’s cock.

There were worse ways to go. Evelyn was flanked by pianists. Between them, they had twenty dexterous fingers that could do wonderful, wonderful things to a woman.

The landline rang, and the robotic voice announced, “CALL FROM: MARSHALL.”

Her husband’s name was cold water on the moment. She pushed Paula away and twisted herself from Ari’s arms. “Shit.” Evelyn said. “Marshall!!”

She couldn’t succumb. She had to stay strong for Marshall. She grabbed the phone from Ari’s desk and held it in front of her like a weapon.

“I’ll be leaving now.” She backed away slowly. “Don’t follow.”

She fled the heat of the room. They didn’t follow. At her departure, it took only moments for Evelyn to hear the sloppy kisses of their joining.

“Hello? Marshall?” She said when she reached the end of the hall.

Paula’s tongue had delivered a deliciously salty taste into Evelyn’s mouth. She swallowed and shivered, and she craved more.




LATER

The joke was on Clarissa. From Ari’s room upstairs the bed squeaked fiercely. Him and Paula screamed like animals as they fucked, leaving no respite for the rest of the house.

“Guess he has nothing to hide anymore.” Spencer shrugged.

Clarissa collapsed on the couch, and her heavy aching breasts collapsed with her. It felt nice to let them breathe. And to stroke them ever so gently. She traced circles around both nipples.

“I can't believe him. Inviting his piano teacher over like that. He knew the rules! He endangered all of us! And what he did to MOM.”

“Creampied her.” Drake said.

He and Faye shared an arm chair. She fit snugly at his side with her bare legs bent half in his lap.

Clarissa eyed them suspiciously. Faye and Drake had always been close. Drake, the oldest brother, had a natural protectiveness over their youngest sister that Clarissa found wholesome. But she couldn't remember the two of them ever cuddling like this.

And as Faye’s sweater rode up, Clarissa still couldn’t place where the pants were underneath. With each inch higher, only more bare leg would get exposed, as if Faye wore nothing at all down there.

“Yeah. Creampied her.” Clarissa pouted. “Unacceptable. I mean who DOES that. At least finish, like, outside. She’s his MOM.”

Who was still happily snoozing. God, she must have had the wits fucked out of her. But knowing Gush, she would be ready for round two the moment she woke up. To avoid a repeat incident, Clarissa blocked off her and Ari’s rooms with furniture.

“Are we done here?” Spencer asked. “Can I get back to my workout?”

“Sure. Whatever.” Clarissa said glumly.

On the TV, the local news had moved onto a new segment. They’d wheeled out a medical chair for Lola Cruz to sit in. She leaned back with her feet in gyno stirrups as a curvy woman in a pathetic latex excuse for a doctor’s get-up hovered over her, stroking the anchor’s pussy with the palm of her gloved hand.

“There’s SO much we’re learning about Gush every day.” The doctor cooed through glistening neon red lips. “For example, we know it makes us leak TONS of fluids. But have you ever wondered why sometimes your squirts are WAY bigger than usual?”

“Nngghh-- EnLIGHten-- Ah! Me!” Lola gasped from her spot on the chair.

“We leak so much because our bodies want to share our strains. And we can use that to our benefit to have incredible cums!”

The sexy doctor smiled and just kept on rubbing in slow, gentle circles. Small gushes spilled through her fingers, but Lola’s pussy pulsed madly as if holding back its true release.

“As we all are experiencing, the virus shuts all of so many of those thinky parts of our brain and allows us to run on red hot instinct. And so our bodies subconsciously KNOW when someone is still fighting it. Isn't science amazing? Let’s bring out the subject!”

Two musclebound PAs in black tank tops dragged out a bedraggled woman in a lab coat. A mask dangled off one of her ears and she had deep dark bags under her eyes. She was kicking and screaming, but compared to the strength of her captors, the force amounted to a temper tantrum.

“Dr. Evans, don’t! Please! Let me— GO!!”

The hunky PAs forced the restrained woman kneel at the base Lola’s chair.

The latex doctor smiled. “Now as we can all see, my colleague here is still sooo stressed. And look at this bony butt and flat tits. CLEARLY she is woefully low in Gush. Let’s see what Lola’s pussy decides to do about it.”

The doctor stopped all stimulation of Lola’s screaming cunt and took a step back. Just like that, with a series of violent throbs at her hole, Lola howled, tensed up, and squirted a massive spray of fluid. It burst forth like a hose over the woman on the floor and drenched the camera lens until the image was completely obscured.

“See?” The pussy doctor said. “A little bit of knowledge goes a long way! Try it at home and spread joy!”

“Somebody continue our research!” The drenched woman on the floor yelled. “There has to be an institution still out there. I’ve released— Ooh— All of it! On— Uhhn… Online. Somewhere. Oh, fuuck.”

This science talk was kind of boring. But Lola’s big squirt reminded Clarissa that her own panties were way too wet. Surreptitiously, she unbuttoned her khakis and peeked.

It was a quivering mess in there. Her undies peeled off her slit with thick webs of fluid. And the worst part was, only a small tuft of fuzz, the last of what was once a womanly tangle around her vulva, remained on her pubis.

“Shit.” Clarissa muttered. “Excuse me.”

On the TV, one of the PAs shut up the yammering scientist by sticking his cock in her mouth. The other helped her out of her clothes. Behind them, Lola climbed out of her stirrups and took her place back at the anchor desk. “That’s all for this segment! And now we’re going to go to our stud on the street, Brian Enger. Brian, how’s the pussy out there?”

As she fled to her room, Clarissa left her khakis unzipped and unbuttoned. Her hips were way too wide to comfortably close them again.




EARLIER

“Evelyn I fucked up.” Marshall said over the line.

His voice was shaky and panicked. Compared to Ari’s, it sounded thin and boylike. It didn't sound like a man.

“What’s wrong, Marshall?”

“I went to Monica’s room. God, I don't know how she got it. I think some of the staff have it, or-- I don't know. People apparently went swimming in the pool last night. Like a whole goddamn hotel party. I didn't know and--”

“Honey, slow down.” Evelyn said.

“She kissed me. I'm sorry, Evelyn. She opened the door and I was so shocked from what I saw, she just grabbed me by the collar and kissed me. So I ran into the bathroom and closed the door and-- That's where I am. I'm stuck here.”

“In her room?”

“In the bathroom. I locked the door but-- She’s right on the other side.”

In the background, Evelyn could hear a honeyed voice call. “Ooh Marrshaaall, Babbyyy!”

“It’s okay, Honey.” Evelyn said. “You just got a little bit of the virus. That's okay. You can fight it.”

“She kissed me A LOT. With tongue.”

Evelyn squeezed her legs together. The bitch. Kissing HER man. Giving him who knows how much Gush when it should have been HER to do it.

“I should have ran when she opened the door looking like Jessica Rabbit. I mean her tits were spilling out of this dress. Fuck. Evelyn, I'm so hard. I’m not thinking straight. Maybe I should... Jack off?”

When he raised the idea, it was with a tone like he already decided.

“Do it Babe.” Evelyn said huskily. “It'll clear your head.”

She could hear the hurried sound of his fly opening. His breath came through thick and heavy. “Ooh, fuuck. Fuck that's good.”

“That's right. Just blow your load and... And get out of there when you're done.” Evelyn encouraged.

“Oh God, Evelyn, you should have seen her. Never seen a woman like her. Tits wider than her hips, and hips like a truck. And all in this tight dress. And this is Monica I'm talking about. She used to be a stick. Now she’s... unngghh...”

He breathed haggardly. Evelyn pawed her own sensitive tit. There were benefits to being topless. Mainly, she could squeeze them.

Marshall grunted. “I bet she has a real wet pussy now, too. Her mouth was like a damn hot tub. The way she sucked on my tongue. Fuck, Eve. Why have you never done anything like that?”

That hurt to hear. Historically, Evelyn was not a woman of the bedroom. But given that her body and mind was reconstituting itself into something far more enthusiastic, Evelyn was bound to do better. If given the chance.

“I will.” Evelyn promised. “When you get home. I'll do anything you want.”

“I wanna bust on someone’s face.” His voice grew deeper every time he spoke. The latest frequency sent shivers from Evelyn’s spine to her sex.

She responded in a breathy whisper. “You can paint mine. I'll kneel for you. I'll take it all, Marshall. I'll be your jizzy girl.”

“I want your mouth open when I do it.”

From Paula’s mouth, she still tasted salt on her tongue. She had a dull worry that this was Ari’s cum she was savoring. But if it was, then it at least meant that she liked the taste of cum. This would be good for her marriage.

“Wide open for you, baby.” Evelyn moaned. “Tongue out. Hungry for it. Do it. Cum on my face. Cum in my mouth.”

“Oohh-- Fuck-- I’m cumming! AAGH--!!”

Her body screamed in sympathy. More juice dripped down her thighs, still trapped painfully in those stupid tights, as she listened to her husband cum.

“Oh, fuck, Eve. There was so much. Jesus. And I’m-- I’m still hard.” He said it almost proudly. “Hard as iron. Fuck, it's big.”

Evelyn didn't know what to say. It was all happening so fast. Just a minute ago Marshall was freaking out. Now he was as cool as a cucumber.

“Eve. Did you hear me? I said jacking off didn’t fix it.” He spoke as if it was her fault. “I'm still horny. And as much as I’d love to jizz all over your face, you're not here right now.”

“I'm sorry.” She whispered. Maybe it was her fault. Did she not encourage him enough? Was her voice not sexy enough?

“I'm gonna fuck her instead.” Another decision. The new Marshall didn’t second guess himself, apparently. The new Marshall was a man of action.

“Marshall, wait!”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” He said eagerly. “I'm just gonna rip that fucking dress off her and go to town until I'm satisfied. Did I mentioned what happened to her face? Big cocksucking lips and eyes like a doll. Cumming all over that should clear my head.”

“Honey!!”

He hung up.

“Honey...” The phone slipped off her ear.

“Everything okay, Mom?”

There in the upstairs hallway, another deep voice resonated through her dripping quim. It was her oldest son Drake, and though his question was tinged with concern, his eyes bore hungrily into her naked tits.




LATER

To the sound of Ari and Paula’s supercharged lovemaking, Clarissa re-examined herself in the mirror. Fuck, how did it get this bad? She looked like such a slut, with plump half-parted lips and big, eager pupils. Her tits hung wide and large out of her open blouse, and no matter where she distributed her weight she couldn’t help but thrust her hip to one side or the other.

Her pubis bulged out of her unzipped Khakis. Above, she sported a sexy, thick paunch at her stomach. And no matter what angle she looked at herself with, she discovered new curves.

Today’s getup was meant to be a modest outfit. Now it looked wanton and inviting. It looked HOT.

“Sexy bitch.” Clarissa said. “Stupid, sexy bitch.”

With the reality in front of her, maybe it was a lost cause fighting the fever. Maybe she should just give up and get something inside of her. Not her brother Ari, of course. From the sound of things, he’d be busy plowing his piano teacher for quite awhile. And of course, incest was totally wrong.

She pictured Mommy’s creamy cum-filled pussy again anyway. In her memory it looked even tastier. Maybe the right thing to do would have been to slurp out all that jizz instead of just leaving it there…

Clarissa screamed. “Nngh! No!!”

Daddy would be home tonight, and then everything would be better. She just had to resist whatever was going on with her body until then. She could do that. She’d been doing it all quarantine. Mostly.

“Shower.” She decided. “That’s what I need.”

It would have to be a cold one. And she’d need to be real careful about washing her pussy. The thing was screaming to be touched, as were her hard nipples. A chaste rinse was the limit. All Clarissa would have to do was stand there.

With decision made, she ran to the bathroom and scrambled out of her khakis and blouse. She jumped into the shower and blasted the water cold. She yelped from the shock of it. It hit her sensitive skin like a million needles.

But it felt good, too. Good because ANY stimulation, even too much stimulation, felt good on her body. If Clarissa thought she had been fighting off Gush before, she was wrong. She didn’t know the virus could be this powerful. It took all of her willpower to not turn the water hot, lie down, and let it pommel her pussy endlessly.

Speaking of her pussy, she looked down to see the last of her pubic hair go down the drain. She was as smooth as a slut down there now. The genuine, fuckable artifact.

“I’m gonna be the next to go…” She said dejectedly.

Ironically, Spencer, Drake and Faye were still holding out. It would be Clarissa, the one so intent on keeping things together, who would bring them all down with her.

One good orgasm would do it. It would probably be a high-velocity one, like the one on TV. It’s a good thing I’m in the shower, she thought as her hand snaked down her stomach.

“Wait. Is that…?”

On the bathroom floor, through the steamy shower glass, lay a pile of clothes that weren’t Clarissa’s. She slammed the nozzle off to bring the cold shower to a halt. Still dripping wet, she stepped outside the tub to get a loser look. It was a pair of shorts with panties still nestled inside of them. A band t-shirt. And all of them were Faye’s.

The clothes themselves weren’t inherently suspicious. Faye clarified that she was in the bathroom before Drake, who then kicked her out. But it WAS weird that she would have left her clothes in this pile, right?

And now that Clarissa was looking closer, there were other signs too. Handprints on the glass. Knocked over toiletries. Familiar white streaks on the tiled floor. Puddles.

“They didn’t…” Clarissa said.

The alibi was that Drake kicked Faye out of the bathroom to shower. But Faye’s hair had still been damp a whole hour after she supposedly left the bathroom. The only explanation was so obvious that Clarissa felt like the dumbest bimbo on Planet Gush. When Drake went to shower, Faye didn’t leave. She spent all that time in the bathroom WITH him.

Clarissa dangled the panties with an outstretched arm to inspect them. On the crotch, they had the tell-tale signs of stained girl lust. These panties, like most of Clarissa’s, had been soaked to saturation.

She tossed them across the room. “They didn’t!!”

In a frenzy, Clarissa pulled her sister’s T-shirt over her head. The damn thing barely fit over her tits. It rode high on her stomach and threatened to show hefty under boob the moment she moved wrong. And it was wet with something pungent, which made it basically see through.

The shorts were no better. Clarissa’s ass and thighs all but devoured them, and her pussy gobbled it happily. The rough hewn fabric was a lovely thing to rub in there.

Clarissa looked even tartier than before. Her body quivered and jiggled with every step, enjoying its newfound exposure in these too-small clothes, all while Clarissa’s mind raced.

If Drake fucked Faye, maybe he creampied Mommy too. And could Faye have been involved? Was it Clarissa’s younger sister that held Mommy’s legs open and guided Drake’s cock into her?

“Drake! You have some explaining for do!!” She rounded the corner down the stairs. Then she stopped in her tracks.

It was Faye’s huge creamy ass that greeted her. The blonde straddled Drake in the armchair, rising and falling on the biggest, thickest cockiest cock ever. Her hefty cheeks clapped with each slick stroke down its length. And Drake guided her with his paws, having pulled the sweater up over her rear so he could get a better grip on it.

“Guuuuys!!” Clarissa said indignantly.

Faye couldn’t speak words. Her open throat expelled a whorish song of delight instead, and it was as disturbing as it was searingly hot.

“Uuuhhhnnuuuhhhh!!!”

“Faye, get off him RIGHT NOW!” Clarissa demanded.

“Sss-oorrry, sis!!” Faye forced herself to say. “Laaast time, I promiiise!!”

“You didn’t kick her out of the bathroom.” Clarissa said numbly to her brother. “You fucked her there.”

Drake held Faye’s hips for dear life as she slammed down on him. “Sure fucking did. I mean look at this bod!”

Drake yanked the sweater, which Clarissa now stupidly recognized as one of Drake's own sweaters, over Faye’s head and swung her around so the sisters faced each other. Faye's naked body was ravaged by Gush, flared into womanly deposits in the tits and hips that rippled from every thrust.

Faye used her new body diligently. Clarissa couldn’t will her eyes away from her sister’s snatch as it swallowed Drake’s shaft in easy bursts.

Clarissa burned with rage. And a little jealousy. “You lied to me! You both did!”

“I DID try and— AAhh!!— fight it.” Faye explained. “At first. But— Oh FUCK YAH DRAKE POUND YOUR LITTLE SISTER’S PUSSY!”

Getting some rational words out must have been too much for Faye, because she lost control again, rubbing her clit feverishly while she impaled herself on the trunk-sized cock. She locked eyes with Clarissa and seized.

“HHOOOOHHHLY FUUUHHCKKING SHIIT!!”

A flood of squirt arced across the room, trying its best to hit Clarissa but falling woefully short. Only a few stray droplets graced her. They were cold pinpricks on her neck and lips.

“And Mom?” Clarissa did her best to ignore the flood of expletives from her sister’s mouth and the flood of liquid from her pussy. “You fucked her too?”

“Jesus, Clarissa, get over it!” Drake groaned. “Things are DIFFERENT now. Why don’t you stop worrying about our bodies and listen to yours?”

Clarissa wanted to scream. Her skin burned at about a million degrees, and she felt her aching titties literally pushing at her damp tee shirt.

“You let Ari take the fall! You both did!”

“Ari’s FINE. He’s having a blast with his whore piano teacher. Don’t you hear them up there?”

Clarissa wished she couldn’t. The house had turned into porno in stereo. What would Daddy say when he got home to this menagerie of depravity? Ari was balls deep in a woman twice his age. Drake and Faye were defiling each other in every way imaginable. And Mommy had a big fat load inside of her.

It was Clarissa’s fault.

“Bad girl,” Daddy would say. “Naughty, naughty girl. Bend over. Now.”

Faye smiled reassuringly at Clarissa. “Come ooon, Sis! Join us! Drake’s cock is like— Ohmigod it’s like a revelaaation!”

Clarissa’s tits were so goddamn heavy. Gravity wanted her on the floor, where she could crawl and put her mouth on that unholy, irresistible joining of cock and pussy. The viral load from those juices would probably burn away her worries in an instant. And then she could blissfully pass the time in rapture until Daddy came home and—

“No!”

She surprised even herself. Didn’t she wanna fuck something? Of course she did. The fever demanded it. Her hungry pussy swallowed her shorts in a feeble attempt to fill itself with something. They were wedged so far into her lips that walking was agony on her clit.

But she couldn’t fuck her FAMILY.

“You won’t turn me.”

And then she remembered her other brother. Down in the gym, Spencer was still oblivious to what was going on. He was still… Resisting.

She had to warn him.

“Or Spencer!”

Thick saliva filled her mouth. She left to find him.




EARLIER

Evelyn’s oldest son Drake had a stiff woody.

She supposed it was only natural. Thanks to Paula’s quick work, Evelyn was left only in a skirt clinging heroically to her midriff and a pair of soaked tights. Her naked tits jutted out, and her stiffened nipples jutted out from them. Any healthy boy would react the same way.

“Mom, is everything okay with Dad? And you?” Drake’s eyes flitted again to Evelyn’s tits.

“Oh Drake, yes. Everything's just fine.” Sort of. Her husband was cheating on her right now. Even after she promised to swallow his loads more. “I'm sorry you had to see Mommy like this. Topless, I mean.”

“That's. Um. No problem.” Drake adjusted his waistband, but the poor guy was so hard and so big, there was nowhere in his shorts for his cock to sit comfortably.

Evelyn overflowed with something that resembled motherly concern. It wasn't quite that. She was much too enamored by the size of the bulge for it to be just that. But it was close enough.

“Oh son, look what I did to you.”

“It’s not— You.” Drake said.

But of course it was. It had to be. She was so goddamn hot.

Evelyn dropped to her knees and yanked down Drake’s shorts. She made the decision in an instant. She was starting to see how her husband had done the same. Instinct was a powerful thing. You just had to think less, and it would do all the thinking for you.

“Shit! Mom! Stand up!” Drake stammered.

Evelyn’s mouth filled with saliva at the twelve inches of cock that came out. “Oh just look at this thing. Let me help you.”

Drake was still thinking too much. He pushed back her encroaching head. “Mom, you can’t do this!”

Evelyn wet her lips. “Mm, it IS awfully big. But I can sure try.”

Besides, at this very moment her husband was off fucking the daylights out of his bimbo doll boss. Compared to that transgression, a little blowy was nothing.

“Mom, it’s-- Wrong-- Ooh!!”

Schluurrrp! Like a breeze, his inches glided across her tongue and down her throat. If Evelyn ever once had a gag reflex, it was gone now. She’d mastered all twelve inches of it.

Drake gripped the root of her hair. His cock twitched in her mouth, his balls tensed, and he came.

“Aagghh!!”

He throbbed and shot his load directly down her throat. Her son’s release filled Evelyn with such womanly pride that she squirted where she knelt. There was a certain power in making a man cum. Evelyn was pretty sure this might be her purpose.

When he was finished, Drake pushed Evelyn’s head. “Nnhh... Just take your mouth off. Slowly.”

She obeyed. On it's way out, the member left more salty deliciousness on her tongue, which Evelyn swallowed. Free of her mouth, Drake’s cock leaked a steady stream of jizz. It was straining swollen and hard as if he hadn't just blown his load.

Mmm... Maybe he needs my pussy.

“Don’t get any closer, Mom.” He said when Evelyn stood and reached out for him. She was inclined to listen, because liked being told what to do.

Drake backed away towards the bathroom door where the shower was still running. He fumbled blindly for the door knob.

“Honey, your sister is in there.”

“At least she won't try to fuck me.” Drake said.

He opened the door. A blast of steam hit them both. On the other side, Faye leaned against the glass shower pane holding the detachable shower-head directly on her clit.

“Oh-- Fuck!” Drake’s cock twitched and spurt more cum at the sight of her. Evelyn had to hold herself back from dropping to where it landed and licking it up. “Faye??”

She was completely smooth down there, the last of her bush washing down the drain at their arrival. And her tits were bigger. They were smushed flat against the glass like two pancakes, every detail of her wide nipples splayed on the flat surface.

“Nnnhh!!” She moaned. “Don’t—! Ah! Come in here, Drake!”

“Please! Mom has turned. Can’t I just— Ngh— Hang out in here?”

“Hang out in here…” Faye echoed. The water jet pulsed on her clit. She bit her lip in admiration of Drake’s cock, which he was starting to stroke mindlessly. “Fine. As long as— You stay over there, and me over here.”

Drake closed the door on Evelyn’s face and locked it.

She jiggled the knob. “Guys! Wait!”

Her head spun. She was pretty sure that her two very naked, very horny teenagers locking themselves in a bathroom together was her fault. The worst part was, she didn’t know if the reason she wanted to get in so bad was to stop them or to join them.

Her skin burned with fever. Her tits and hips and ass ached from their growth. Her sex throbbed with need. She found herself stumbling back to the kitchen, the act of descending a staircase suddenly all the harder from a changing center of gravity.

“Mom, what the fuck!” Clarissa shrieked when she got there. “Put a shirt on!”

“A shirt? Oh, Honey I’m afraid I lost that…” Evelyn mumbled. She made for the sink. “I was just… I needed some water…”

“Mom, you need to get this house under control! Look at this!!” Clarissa pulled a pair of gym shorts out of the laundry hamper she carried. “Cum stains all over Spencer’s gym shorts. And he just threw them in here knowing other people would be cleaning them! It’s gross!”

Gross? Cum wasn’t gross. It was totally delicious. Men brewed it special just for the girls.

“Oh my.” Evelyn could smell them from here. “I’ll have to… to talk to him.”

“You better!” Clarissa snapped. “I’m sick of being the only one enforcing order around here. Meanwhile you’re walking around topless like the rest of them. It’s like you’ve given up!”

Again with the topless thing? Didn’t Evelyn already explain that?

“Honey, I— It’s just a shirt.”

Clarissa’s face fell disappointed in a way that stabbed Evelyn directly in the heart. “You are a TERRIBLE Mother.” Her daughter said. Without another word, she carried the load of sweaty, cummy clothes to the laundry room.

A terrible Mother.

Maybe that was true. Looking back, Evelyn had failed to meet every moment of the day. The only thing she succeeded at was getting dressed, and she couldn’t even make that stick.

Evelyn moved towards the basement to find Spencer in the gym. Clarissa was right. Cum was a biohazard now. He couldn’t be cumming in his shorts and throwing them in the hamper with the rest of the family’s clothes. With Clarissa’s final insult echoing in her head, Evelyn had to step up as a Mother and handle this.

She rounded the basement stairs and caught sight of her son lifting weights through the glass panes to the gym. He curled one massive dumbbell with ease. The bulging of his bicep sent electric signals to every womanly nerve in her body.

Oh yes, she thought with the taste of cum on her lips and a throbbing, empty pussy. He can NOT be cumming in his shorts anymore.

As Spencer’s Mommy, it was her duty to receive each and every one of his fat loads personally.




LATER

Drake creampied Mommy, Clarissa thought on the way to the gym. Gotta warn Spencer.

Spencer’s bare feet pounded against the treadmill. He was stripped to nothing but a pair of boxer briefs in sweatwet skin. His veins bulged against dehydrated muscles. They pumped blood and oxygen through him, and probably a healthy heaping of adrenaline too.

He breathed heavy and ran at a high pace.

“Spencer!” Clarissa closed and locked the gym door behind her. “It was Drake!”

Spencer had laid full claim to the family workout space. Weights littered the floor, and moist towels were draped over every piece of equipment. It all smelled like him. It made Clarissa dizzy. The pungent clouds of his exertion assaulted her nostrils. Clarissa hated herself for loving it.

Spencer kept on running. “What are you talking about?”

“Drake creampied Mom!” Clarissa carefully stepped over a sweaty puddle. “And Faye helped him, I think. They’re upstairs right now fucking in the living room.”

“Shit.” Spencer said.

Slam. Slam. Slam. His feet were like thunder as he ran.

“Can you just STOP for a second?” Clarissa said. “We need to figure out how we’re gonna survive this.”

Spencer brought the treadmill to a stop. It took a minute for the speed to reduce, and for him to slow with it. When he finally stepped off the treadmill, his chest heaved with deep breaths, but he barely look winded at all.

Clarissa caught herself drooling over his pecs. Literally. There were strands hanging from her lip.

“So. Mom. Drake. Faye. Ari. That makes the whole house, huh?” Spencer said. Noticing Clarissa’s eyes on his body, he returned the favor. Clarissa’s figure, that jiggling mass of fuckability squeezed into obsolete clothes, caused the outline of his cock became pronounced against his leg.

Clarissa tugged her shirt to keep it under her tits. “Except us.”

“Except us.” Spencer said.

He got harder.

Fuck, he looked big down there. As big as Drake, if not bigger. The engorged cockhead poked out, held in place against his leg by the tight boxer briefs. From the tip pooled a heavy bead of pre-cum.

Clarissa rubbed her thighs together. Her shorts were drenched in slickness. She felt a flood brewing inside of her.

“So do we have anywhere else we could go?” She said. “The house is too compromised.”

“I dunno, Clarissa. The whole world is compromised. I mean the damn President just announced that she’s sending the military to countries that are still shut down!”

“She… What??”

The muted gym television showed a fiery redhead with a huge set of honkers speaking into an array of microphones and dildos.

A ticker scrolled along the bottom that read, “PRESIDENT MCKAY ANNOUNCES IT’S TIME TO OPEN UP “BECAUSE OF LIKE, GLOBAL ECONOMY AND STUFF!” VOWS TO USE THE “MANLY MIGHT” OF THE US MILITARY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.”

The President used to wear pantsuits and speak eloquently about issues Clarissa cared about. Two weeks ago, she promised the nation that the Gush epidemic would not exacerbate the country’s sexist underpinnings. Now, red white and blue tassels hung off her nipples and she shook her titties from side to side at the end of every sentence. For emphasis.

Clarissa read the words on her heart-shaped, dick sucking lips as she announced, “American cocks will save the world!”

“Jesus. Aren’t they like, still trying to cure this?”

“If anyone’s working on it, they better hurry the fuck up.” Spencer said. “The CDC just classified G-14 as a benevolent virus. And some group has taken credit for making it.”

His mega-cock crawled even further out of his underwear. It was nearly a foot long his leg now. Against her will, Clarissa’s pussy gushed a little more. Spencer’s scent was all around her, and even though they stood a yard a part, she felt like she’d fallen into his tree trunk arms.

She wanted to fall into his tree trunk arms. She wanted to get her fluids on him.

“Spencer, be honest…” She said smally.

“What?”

“Did you creampie Mommy?”

“No! I already told you. And you JUST said that Drake—!”

“I KNOW! But… The more I think about it, the less it makes sense. Ari and Paula. Drake and Faye. Both couples had their hands full at the time.”

She pictured Drake’s mitts on Faye’s ass. Lifting her up and down on his mighty, bulging rod. Fucking her so good.

“They were busy with each other. And meanwhile NOBODY knows for sure if you were down here.”

“Clarissa, it wasn’t me I SWEAR.” Spencer said.

“You keep saying that. But both Ari AND Drake lied to me. FAYE lied to me. I can’t help but feel like you are, too. I mean LOOK at you.”

She gesticulated wildly at his hot body.

“Yeah. I’ve changed physically. We all have. But I’ve been fighting it like you! Why do you think I’m always in the gym? Working out is the only way I can keep my mind off things. It’s how I stay fucking sane!”

Fighting it? But he was hard RIGHT NOW. Raging hard. For his own sister’s body. Whether he could admit it or not, his body was prepping to ENTER her. She grabbed the rock hard evidence plastered to his leg.

“So then what’s THIS?”

“Hey!”

Even through his boxer briefs, Spencer’s cock was hot to the touch. And she could feel his pulse through it, a strong and steady beat of blood.

“You got a big, hard monster cock right here, Spencer! You’re telling me you didn’t use this beast on Mommy?”

“Ngh, I didn’t!”

“You didn’t rip open her tights, fill her up, and pump her full of your seed??”

“Clarissa— Ahh— Let gooOO!”

Spencer winced in pleasure, and Clarissa realized she was squeezing his cock to the rhythm of his pulse. His pre-cum drooled, and some of it wetted between her fingers. Why was he lying to her? The more he claimed to be fighting it, the more she wanted to envelope him with her soaking body.

She sucked up another low hanging strand of spit. “You split her open, didn’t you? She probably begged you not to, but you did it anyway, you ANIMAL. You melted her brain with this studly tool.”

“Clarissa— Nnghh! You’re acting crazy, just— ah! Take a breath!”

Clarissa inhaled deeply. Fuck, it smelled good in here. And she FELT good. Now that she solved the mystery, she felt fucking elated. Manic energy pulsed through her. She let go of Spencer’s cock, stuck three fingers in her mouth, and sucked the sticky, musky slickness of his pre-cum off of them.

“All morning you flew under the radar knowing that the first chance you got, you were gonna do the same thing to me. Isn’t that right? You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”

For emphasis, Clarissa yanked Spencer’s underwear down. The thing sprung out, unbridled with pent up power, pointing at her and proving her point.

“Ohmigod You DO!” She accused. At some point her voice went up two octaves. “You wanna FUCK me! You wanna FUCK your sister!!”

And she’d fallen right into his sexy, sweat-laden trap. She deserved this, didn’t she? She deserved his meaty cock. She took off her t-shirt, and mammoth udders dropped out.

“Clarissa, stop. Put your clothes back on, please—!”

Getting naked proved it. Just look at how he looked at her as she stepped out of those useless shorts. She had the culprit dead to rights. All she had to do was get his cock inside of her, and then he would incriminate himself.

“Or what? Or you’re gonna fuck me??” She swayed her hips and rubbed her nude body wantonly. Her hands traveled over so many new curves. “What’s the matter, bro? Isn’t this what you wanted, you sick freak?”

She shoved him against the wall.

“No!” He pushed her encroaching hips defiantly away and protested with shuddering breaths at her lips.

But he couldn’t stop her from kissing him.

She invaded with her tongue. There was a flood of saliva in her mouth, and it all went too. Her tongue carried it. It filled his mouth, and at its arrival his resistance fell passive. Encouraged, Clarissa pushed her body against his. Her naked tits pushed against his hard chest, and the skin-on-skin contact burned hot.

A low guttural moan filled Spencer’s throat. He squeezed Clarissa’s hips and kissed her back. Hard.

They moaned into each other’s mouths, and when Clarissa couldn't take it anymore, she took a deep breath with strands of his spittle on her lips.

“Oh, fuck, Spence.” She gasped.

“You’re my… sister.” Spencer whispered.

So? Clarissa wanted to get fucked. Badly. And she didn't care a single bit that it would be by her own brother. Her pussy was much too demanding, and his cock was much too big, to get caught up on little details like that.

With new eyes, Spencer drank in the sight of her from head to toe and growled. “Your my sister.”

“Mmmm, sure am, Baby.” Clarissa purred. It was kind of hot, now that she thought about it. Not that she was doing much thinking anymore.

Spencer seemed to agree. The gears were turning in his head as he opened himself to the possibilities. “You want your brother’s cock? You wanna get FUCKED by your own BROTHER?”

“Oooh, yeeesss.” Clarissa sighed. Her brother was a total stud. Passing up a ride from him would be an utter crime.

“Good.”

Clarissa squealed when Spencer hoisted her up high by the waist. He was so STRONG! She dangled there with her legs spread and her cunt drooling heavy strands of Gush. When Spencer finally lowered her back down onto his waiting cock, she squealed a lot, lot louder.

On the television, President Hottie detailed all her sex-soaked plans for the new America, but Clarissa mostly just liked how the tassels on her nipples shook like Pom Poms.




EARLIER

Evelyn stood at the precipice of the basement gym, where Spencer unknowingly waited for her.

She yanked her skirt to the floor. Her hips had gotten wider since she put it on this morning, so it took great effort to shimmy it down. But stepping out, she felt like a free woman. Once again, it was just her and the tights. Sure, the heroic hosiery had endured the day’s drenching and were stretched so thin as to become mostly translucent, but they had held. And they felt as lovely as ever.

From the gym, Spencer grunted and let a dumbbell clatter to the floor. He glistened with a manly sheen of sweat that made Evelyn just swoon. He was so fucking hot, her son. Whatever taboo that once prevented her from seeing it was conspicuously absent.

She was definitely gonna fuck him.

Then the phone rang, and it rang with Marshall’s name.

“Hi Eve.” He sounded like a low rolling thunder. “Is now a good time?”

In the gym Spencer hoisted a barbell from the floor up to his chest with one explosive jolt of force.

“Um. No.” She said.

“That wasn’t really a question. Now is a good time. Go upstairs. To the bedroom.”

Evelyn’s knees buckled. She was so wet. And soooo close to being filled. But her husband gave an order. He was taking charge. Once again, instinct took over.

“Did you… Fuck Monica?” She asked on the way.

“Oh yeah. Came twice in her pussy, once in her ass, and twice on her face and tits. I’m like a hose now— Ohh Monica baby, slow down. Easy slurps. Good girl. Listen, Evelyn. Go to the bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Orders sounded good on her husband. She hoped that Monica was sucking him to his liking.

Evelyn ascended the stairs. In the laundry room, Clarissa was sitting on the washing machine. With one hand she steadied herself on the rumbling box, and with the other she shoved Spencer’s cummy shorts into her nose. Her eyes were rolled back in vacant pleasure as she took deep whiffs.

“Eve. I’m sorry I haven’t there.” Marshall said. “Every household needs a man. Without her husband Monica turned into a dripping mess. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

Evelyn ascended the next flight of stairs. From the bathroom at the top, her children Faye and Drake moaned and grunted over the running shower.

“Unh! Unh! Oooh Drake, we have to stop! You can’t— AAhh!! Cum in me— again!” Faye said through airy gasps.

“Ooh, fuhck, Sis. Fuck. Okay. I’m… pulling out now.”

“Oooh, Drake. Your cock feels so gooo-ooo-oood. Okay. Just a little more! A little— Ah! AH! AH! More! More! MORREEEE!!”

Evelyn moved onward. Her legs carried her like she was on autopilot. Her husband ordered her to the bedroom. That’s where she had to go.

“I’m almost there, Sir.”

Submission to her husband fit like a well-worn pair of tights. Under Marshall’s control, she felt held. She felt contained.

“Good girl.”

Moving on, the door to Ari’s room was open. Inside her broad bearded son pounded the Polish piano teacher into the headboard. Her long nails scratched along Ari’s back, pulling him needfully into her as he legs dangled over his shoulders. Her fat thighs rippled with every thrust and she moaned in her throat like an animal.

Even though they weren’t at the piano, Evelyn was pleased to see her son performing to his tutor’s standards.

Marshall groaned heavy and low over the line. “Oh fuck— Monica! Ohhh shhiiit. Unngh! Ah shit. Sorry Eve, she’s— ungh— Back on me again. Just climbed right up and— Oooh-ho-ho, naughty girl. I’m gonna need both hands for this. Listen Eve. Just do whatever he says in there. Got it?”

Evelyn reached the master bedroom and faltered at the handle. “Whatever who says?”

Marshall dropped the call without an answer. Once again, Evelyn found herself holding a silent phone to her ear, cut off from the hard fucking that her husband was about to give his boss.

She could have turned around there. She had Motherly duties to attend to. So many mistakes that needed fixing. Spencer and his full balls. Ari’s piano teacher charging out the ass and not even giving her son a lick of piano instruction. Drake and Faye wasting all that hot water. And Clarissa, who accused Evelyn of the most horrid thing a woman could hear.

Marshall’s final commands rang in Evelyn’s head. Go to the bedroom. Do whatever he says in there. Well fine. If Evelyn really was a terrible Mother, the least she could do was be an obedient wife.

She opened the door. A man waited there for her.

“Jim.”

Their neighbor was already naked. The lanky mechanic was now broad and square, with thick tufts of hair on his chest and a soda can of a cock the length of a snake. The once faithful man leered at Evelyn’s naked form and gave an approving nod.

“That’ll do nicely.” He tapped the side of the bed. “Go ahead and bend over here.”

Evelyn trembled. This man shouldn't be here. He wasn't her husband OR her sons. He was an intruder.

And he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. It could never fit.

She swayed towards the bed. She simply couldn't stop her hips from moving. “What are you doing here?”

“Didn't Marshall tell you? We made a deal. Wife swap. I get to fuck you, he gets to fuck Abby. When he gets back, of course. He was pretty insulted by the offer this morning, but I guess he came around. Which is good for me, because man I've always wanted you.”

He spoke as if it was all worked out. As if Evelyn’s opinion didn't factor into this little arrangement whatsoever. At the mattress, she rested on her forearms and stuck her ass out far behind her.

“But what if I don’t want to?” She said pathetically.

Jim surprised her by violently tearing her tights at the swollen collection of wet nerves that was her vulva.

“Ahh!!”

“You do.” Jim said.

His declaration flooded her senses like molten lava. In the open air, thick strands of womanhood drooled out of her slit. Okay. Maybe she did. A little bit.

“I do.” She sighed. Evelyn could almost feel her tunnel opening to accommodate the girth coming its way. “Ooh, I really do.”

She wiggled her ass needfully.

“But we shouldn’t. I have Gush. A bad case. I don't want to give it to you.”

Jim chuckled heartily and pushed his hard anaconda into her.

Evelyn moaned long and needfully. On the way in, his cock bulged against each and every part of her fevered pussy before reaching its full depth. “Don't wanna... Give it to... Youuuuuu....!!”

“That's so thoughtful of you, Eve.” Jim said.

He took nice full handfuls of Evelyn’s ass as he prepared to pound her into oblivion.

“How about this? I'll wash my hands after.”




LATER

Warm mouths kissed and suckled at Evelyn’s naked skin.

It was her first earthly sensation since Big Jim screwed the daylights out of her, came inside of her, and left her in a happy puddle. And a lovely one to wake up to.

One mouth worked at her left nipple. A tongue gently flicked it back and forth to stimulate it with heavenly wetness. She smiled and enjoyed the sensation. It swirled around the areola. Over the nipple. Used a little bit of suction. An electric nibble.

“Anh…” Evelyn moaned.

There was more than just that. A second set of lips landed on her thighs. They kissed their way higher and higher, moving with care towards the dull thudding heat in her pussy.

Near her face, something probed at her closed lips.

A cock. And a hard one, too. She opened her mouth to let it in. It pushed in, but she urged it deeper with her tongue. Sucked it, slurped it, welcomed it. And then another cock appeared in her hand. She squeezed it and pumped. Even with the cock in her mouth, that wasn’t difficult to do. These things came so naturally now.

The wandering tongue in her thighs arrived at her pussy. It lapped at her clit softly, making her feel nice and wet and happy down there before going deeper. It delved with glee, the tastes and sensations of Evelyn’s wetness encouraging it to lap faster. Evelyn moaned around the cock in her mouth.

“Mmm, okay Ari. She’s all ready for youuuu.” Clarissa said.

So that was Evelyn’s oldest daughter eating her out. And doing such a fine job. Evelyn would have been happy to let the girl nibble her down there for ages. But Clarissa’s mouth withdrew, and then Ari’s cock took its place. It pushed inside.

Evelyn freed her mouth and moaned. “Mmpph— shlurp-POP— Oooh, Hoooney, Arriiii!”

“Just relax, Mommy.” Clarissa said. “We had a terrible misunderstanding where I thought one of the boys FUCKED you.”

Oooh God, if only they had sooner. From how he thrust in and out of her snatch, Ari had an exquisite sense of rhythm. It must be all that piano training.

“But it turns out I was being so stupid. None of them ever got the chance! Isn’t that awful?”

“Mmhmmm...!” Evelyn agreed.

“I’m sorry for what I said before.” Clarissa said. “You’re NOT a terrible Mother. And I feel sooo bad for how I acted to the boys, too. So this is my solution to make everyone happy.”

Somehow, Clarissa had wrangled all of her children. Faye sucked her Mother’s titty with a devilish grin and wagged a heavy heart-shaped ass behind her. Ari fucked her at the foot of the bed. Drake’s cock dripped with Evelyn’s blowjob spittle. And Spencer’s pulsed in her hand, still woefully un-sucked.

Clarissa stroked Evelyn’s glossy blonde hair. “Daddy will be home tonight. He told me so himself. So I want him to come home to a happy family.”

Evelyn’s heart soared. Her strapping husband was finally coming home! Of course, the first thing he’d probably do was make good on his claim to Abigail next. But Evelyn didn’t mind. Jim did made her scream like a whore banshee in her own marital bed after all. Fair was fair.

“Oh Clarissa that’s GREAT.” Evelyn said huskily.

She slithered her tongue around Spencer’s cock and pulled it deep into her throat. On the side, she stroked Drake’s slobber-wet girth. Her boys groaned happily, and that made her happy.

“Mmmm, yeah. Take those COCKS, Mommy.” Clarissa cooed as Evelyn sucked and got fucked. “And remember. ALL my brothers get a chance inside of you. Go on. Show us why you’re the best Mommy in the whole, wide, world.”

The best Mommy. Her loving daughter’s compliment made Evelyn the happiest. She WAS the best Mommy. Why else would her whole family have come together to fuck her?

Oh yes. She could juggle three cocks with her eyes closed. To prove it, Evelyn’s eyelids fell shut and her instincts, her motherly instincts, took over.




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