Disclaimer:
Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to an actual person, alive or dead, is happenstance.
Beep beep beep.
The noise of the alarm on my phone going off finally penetrated my hazy mind.
Fuck, why did I want to get up so early?
I asked myself as I pushed the covers away from my face and hit the cancel button on the phone to stop the alarm.
I threw the covers back and stretched, which caused my sleep shirt to raise and expose my polka-dotted panties.
I was startled when I heard a voice in my room.
"You look like a cat when you do that," Lynn said. I quickly pulled my shirt down and scowled at her image in the mirror.
"Stop doing that," I said tersely, sitting up in the bed to get a better look at the mirror.
Today Lynn was wearing a white blouse and brown pants that looked like leather.
"New outfit?" I asked, swinging my legs off the bed.
"Do you like it?" the woman in the mirror said as she twirled around, letting me see how tightly it fit her curves.
"It looks nice on you," I told her. I ran my fingers over my face, rubbing my eyes before running them through my hair, moving stray pieces from my eyes.
Shaking my head a little, trying to clear out the cobwebs, I went into the bathroom and took a shower.
Walking back into the room with wet hair and quickly dressed in a crop top and shorts. Finally satisfied with my outfit, I walked to the mirror to finish getting ready.
My reflection mimicked me blow drying my hair until I bent forward to get the roots dry. Upon straightening up, I was confronted by Lynn, who was topless and drying her hair.
"Really?" I asked, frowning at her.
"What? Don't you like looking at me?" Lynn asked as she released the hair dryer, which continued to float around her head, drying her hair. Then, looking into my eyes, she put her hands under her breasts, lifting them towards the mirror's surface.
I suddenly wanted to drop the hair dryer and play with her nipples through the glass.
"My image, Lynn," I said, shaking my head to force the thoughts away.
"Fine," she huffed, and the image reverted to normal.
I had given up on using an ordinary mirror in my room. Each attempt ended the same. Sometime during the night, the mirror would shatter, startling me awake to the noise and giggles from Lynn.
Initially, Lynn tried to act innocent, but after a few times, it was apparent that she was behind the destruction.
After getting ready, I went downstairs to eat breakfast with the family. My mom was standing next to the large window looking outside while talking to someone on the phone. Steve and Jen were sitting across from her, eating pancakes.
I made eye contact with Jen and whispered, "Who is she on the phone with?"
Jen finished chewing and whispered back, "Dad."
"Is he going to be home this weekend?" I asked Jen, getting excited. Dad had been out of town for weeks, and I missed him.
"Don't know yet," she replied.
I glanced over at Steve. He was staring at Mom as she paced in front of the window.
Wondering what had his attention, I glanced at Mom again. It took a few seconds before I realized what had captured Steve's attention. Mom was nude under the long tee shirt she wore, and as she moved, I could see her large breasts swaying. The added light from the window behind her left almost nothing to the imagination.
Mom bent down and picked up one of her plants, showing Steve and I half of her bare ass and a hint of her pussy.
I thought Steve was going to choke on the food he had put into his mouth as she wiggled her hips, oblivious to the show she was giving her kids.
I grabbed a few pancakes from the stove and sat across from Steve. I gave him a smirk as I sat down, effectively blocking his view of Mom.
What followed next was a quick brother/sister conversation without words. I could tell Steve was annoyed with me for blocking his view but continued feigning innocence. Finally, the silent conversation ended with him blushing and looking at his plate.
"Love you too," Mom told Dad as she hung up the phone.
She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat next to me at the table.
"Is Dad coming home this weekend?" I asked before anyone else could.
"No, a system issue forced everyone to cancel their plans. However, Dad is hoping the issue won't last more than another few weeks," Mom said after she took a sip of her coffee.
She didn't seem that upset with the news, which should have upset me, but for some reason, it didn't.
Mom turned to me, "We are going into town for the day, maybe even catching a movie. Would you like to go?"
It sounded like fun, but there was something I wanted to do that I didn't want the rest of them around to catch me.
"I think I'll stay home and catch up on some reading I have been putting off."
"You sure you don't want to go? It will be like old times!" Jen pleaded with me while making sad puppy dog eyes at me.
"Sorry, Jen. I want some quiet time to read," I told her, all the while trying to keep a straight face.
"Leave her alone, Jen," Mom told her as she got up and put her coffee cup in the sink.
I noticed that her shirt was bunched up a little in the back, showing everyone the bottom half of her ass. I pulled it down, much to Steve's annoyance.
"Thanks, Tina. I don't know what is up with this shirt today," Mom said as she left the kitchen.
"Yeah, thanks, Tina," Steve said, sticking his tongue out at me.
With Mom's departure, the rest of us cleaned our plates and departed the kitchen. I spent a few minutes loading the dishwasher before going upstairs to my room.
At the top of the stairs, I caught sight of Steve leaning against Mom's closed bedroom door. I started to tell him to get away when he turned the knob and slowly opened the door. I stopped and watched as he quietly entered the room and shut the door, leaving the door open a crack.
Curious about what he was doing, I followed him to the door and moved it open so I could see into the room.
It only took a second to find them. Mom was standing in front of the mirror, drying her hair, her body wrapped loosely in a towel. Steve was standing out of her view, watching her get dressed, rubbing his crotch.
Sick bastard
, I thought as I tried to figure out how to get him to leave without Mom knowing he was in her room.
Before I could think of a plan, Mom set the hair dryer down, knocking a cup off the counter. The cup bounced a few times before coming to rest on the tile, spilling its contents on the floor.
"Shit!" Mom said as she looked around to find something to dry up the spill. Not finding anything, she pulled her towel off and got on her hands and knees to wipe up the mess.
Steve and I watched her as she crawled around cleaning up the mess. Her tits were hanging down, swaying as she moved, the lips of her shaved pussy on display for Steve and me.
I was getting wet, remembering the times I had eaten her out. I slid my hand inside my shorts and started fingering myself as I watched her.
Glancing at Steve, I noticed he had pulled out his rigid cock and stroked it as he watched mom. While I watched, He undid his pants and shed them and his underwear onto the floor. His shirt followed, leaving him standing nude behind our mother.
I was about to admonish him when I realized how hypocritical that would have been. After all, I had fucked mom a few times. While I stood frozen fighting my internal demons, Steve walked forward.
Mom had pushed herself off her knees and was in the process of standing when Steve grabbed her hips and buried his hard cock deep inside her in a single stroke!
"Oh fuck!" Mom said as she felt his cock slide deep into her wet cunt, unconsciously squeezing the towel she had been using tightly in her clinched hands.
Steve pulled her hard into his crotch and grabbed her tits, forcing her to stand while he fucked her hard.
I could see in the mirror that Mom's eyes were closed as she moaned and grunted as Steve pounded her cunt from behind.
It didn't take Steve long to get her to the point of cumming when he pulled out.
"Please, don't stop. I'm so close," Mom begged, reaching her hands down to her clit to finish things herself.
Steve turned Mom around and pulled her close for a kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth. The kiss surprised her, but she pulled him in tight, crushing her breasts between their bodies.
Steve broke the kiss, pushing her head up so he could lick her neck. Mom was standing there moaning with her eyes closed. I slipped another finger into my soaked cunt, unable to look away.
Steve brought his lips to his mother's ears, "Open your fucking eyes, slut."
Mom opened her eyes and seemed to realize what was going on.
"Steve, what are you... where is your...."
"Don't play coy with me, mother. You've been flashing your ass and cunt all morning. Not to mention these fantastic tits," Steve told her, grabbing two handfuls of Mom's tits.
"Steve, stop this now! I am your mother, you little shit," mom told him, trying to push him away but failing.
"You're like the others fucking dick teases around here," Steve told her, moving his hands to her enlarged nipples.
"Steve, please let me go. I don't know what you're talking about!" Mom pleaded with him.
I found myself torn between wanting to help my mother and helping Steve. Despite knowing deep down that Lynn was responsible for this, I realized I was looking forward to Steve fucking Mom. So I pulled my top and bra off and started playing roughly with my nipples as I watched Steve and Mom.
Steve pinched Mom's nipples hard, drawing a cry from her. She moved her hands up to try to pull his hands off her tits.
