Well here I go again. This is a 'pet project' of mine that I am excited is finally in text. This will be a long story but it will be plot light, sex heavy. Hope that's okay! Also, all the women of this series are based on some faces/names that should be familiar. By my descriptions, maybe you can guess whom they are based off of?
If you are following my other 'Shades' series, I am reworking some things but will be working on that, this and more projects to come, enjoy!
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It was time.
Carson was lying back on his bed, and it was early on Christmas morning. He was waiting for his family to rise for presents and merriment, but it wasn't excitement over gifts that had him nervous. Carson had plans--sick and dirty plans--but he had decided he was a freak, and he didn't care. The urge had grown too strong, so when he had begun college a few months ago, he shut himself up on the pretense of "too much homework" and had laid out his grand idea. It was not perfect; he could lose everything he had ever known, but he did not care anymore.
He propped himself up as he heard his sister, across the hall, turn on the shower. At 20 he could vividly picture his gorgeous sister under the moving water. It would work its way through her golden blonde hair that ended past her shoulders. Flowing rapidly down her flawless skin and perfect, perky C-Cup breasts. Her puffy pink nipples would point straight ahead as her body warmed with the water. Running down a flat but toned belly, it would make its way off her body on two of the longest, sexiest legs in history.
Brooke Lexington, his sister, had few equals in the beauty department. Along with her sculpted body, Brooke's bright blue eyes, strong jawline, and pouty lips made her the belle of every ball. But then, she came by all of that honestly. If his sister was already stirring on this Christmas morning, then his Aunt Rhonda was not far behind. His aunt also had the blonde hair and blue eyes of his mother's side. However, Rhonda cut a more sultry look than that of his sister's. Her face was a bit longer and had a more rounded chin, and her breasts were one cup larger, yet she often had a push-up bra on to create a deep, inviting cleavage. He smiled, though his aunt flaunted her chest around; he never had too much trouble leering. Mostly, because he was too busy following his aunt's curvy body down where it rounded out to an hourglass figure that his sister's toned one lacked. Her wide hips and large ass in the shorts and yoga pants she wore were a sight to behold. With thick thighs and curvy legs, he was sure she had earned the reputation she had built in her wild 20s. At 36, she was no longer the night owl she had been, but that figure could still stop traffic.
His thoughts then turned to his mother. No doubt still asleep, he pictured her laid out on her satin sheets. Of course she was probably curled under covers in her traditional tank top and short PJs. But in Carson's mind, she lay on top of the sheets naked, a glorious sight indeed. His mother, Brittany, and his sister had the same toned legs. While his sister was fair-skinned and pale, his mother was a smooth bronze from sunbathing by the pool out back. Her legs looked soft but were toned from her strict gym regimen. Again, her hair was golden blonde, but she kept it to mid-back with her natural wavy curls. With blue eyes, she had a longer face like his aunt, but it was fuller and less pointed. But where she differed from his curvy aunt was why Carson worshiped his mother's physique.
His mother was a full DD cup, and her tits had only slight sag, despite her age of 48. He could tell she enjoyed that her breasts had stayed high and firm because of her usual low-cut blouses. Under her large rack, Brittany maintained a solid 6-pack that either gender would be envious of. Anyone who did not appreciate hard muscles on a woman was sadly missing one of the most sexy things on Earth. Finally her ass stood out, proud and round, not tight like his sister's nor as voluptuous as his aunt's, but her ass perpetually locked and loaded.
Coming back to himself, Carson felt his cock also 'locked and loaded'; his thick 8 and a half inch cock was ready for him to get his ass and gear with the plan. To turn all three of the most beautiful women, and his closest family, into his top three options for burying his cock 24/7. Carson had many fetishes, but his top 2 would be fulfilled by his family. MILFs and freeuse. He supposed he was mainly into incest, as he had been planning to plow his relatives, but that was beside the point.
Many months ago he had rationalized that if he had to be stuck with this much sex appeal for family, he had to take advantage of it. His chosen porn genre for some time had been freeuse scenes. Where family members had the freedom to lick, fuck, and suck anyone in the house at any time. Once he decided that he would seduce his family, this was his goal, Operation FreeUse. He was being a little dramatic but he thought, the more planning the better, and he needed to take things slow. He was going to do it regardless, and it all started this morning. Willing his dick to calm down and behave, for now, he got up and dressed in his usual pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Taking a deep breath, he left his room, hoping for a good first day.
The morning went by quickly; each of the women greeted him on their way to the coffee maker. He couldn't stand the stuff. His mother even gave him a peck on the cheek, which, for the first time, felt like it burned into his skin. They all dug into the pile of boxes and bags, each exclaiming at another excellent gift. He hadn't done so badly, some clothes from his mother along with a couple of computer games. His aunt had given him a book on how to pick up girls and some cologne, with many giggles from his sister. He himself had smiled and laughed too, if she only knew. Finally, his sister had simply given him a card and cash inside. It was expected they really didn't hang around together much those past 2 years. She had been in college and had decided to take this year off to figure out what was next, as she put it.
The key part of the whole morning was managing to whisper to each of them that he had 1 more gift for them but he wanted to give it in private. Once the gifts had been opened and trash cleared, his mother had given him a look that told him to follow. He did, grabbing her last gift from his room on the way to hers.
"Alright mister, what is this gift that couldn't go under our tree?" she said with a teasing note. Her arms crossed under her breasts.
"Well... I... I went to get you a gift card for clothes..." He paused, conveying embarrassment but having rehearsed this many times, "But this clerk stopped and asked if she could help." Mom smiled as if guessing the next part.
"She was pretty, and I kinda tuned her out a bit... I sorta mumbled... Well, long story short, she thought I was there to pick out something for a girlfriend," he finished quickly.
"Oh Carson, go on then," my mom said. From her body language, he could tell she was hooked into the little lie.
"She started asking me questions... about my girlfriend and... well, I started describing you," he groaned out as if it killed him to say it.
Mom chuckled, staying proper, but I could tell she wanted to burst out.
"Well, what did my... boyfriend get me for Christmas then?" She gave me one of her winning smiles; she was playing along. Right on plan.
I handed her the box, "This." Making sure my cheeks blushed, which was rather easy.
She eagerly took the package and removed the single ribbon holding it together and opened it. Taking a hold of the item, she pulled it up and revealed a long, deep red nightie. It had thin shoulder straps, push-up cups, and 2 long slits that would reveal her legs up to her thighs. Lace outlined the whole garment; he had chosen it specifically. His only quarrel was that it hid her mouthwatering abs and most of her tits, but it was a start.
"Oh my... Carson... It's gorgeous," she stood in awe and looked back at him.
This was the first step; he looked at the nightie as if he was wondering if he should have given it to her at all. But he also made sure a nice bulge was visible in his pjs. He had worn boxers to keep it in check somewhat. But he wanted her to see how much he liked it, even if he wasn't saying it. Her gaze most certainly saw his crotch, but she remained silent.
"So... I stumbled into a good gift" he asked?
His mother snapped her eyes to his, "Oh... yes... yes, it's exactly what I would wear... Thank you!" She gave another smile to cover her stammering.
"Whew, alright, thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas!" He said and turned to go.
"Wait!" she called. He turned back, and she continued, "Why? I mean, why this? Surely the clerk didn't pick this out at random."
The truth in the lie, exactly what he wanted her to ask, "No... I guess I... Well, I figured you would look... good in it." he said with a smile but made sure to flick my eyes to roam her body.
Before she could reply, he turned and walked out. Rushing to his room, he stripped his shirt and pjs and stood with just boxers and cock pressing through the hole in front. He had no trouble holding an erection and waited to see what his mom would do. His guess had been one of two things: either she would make an excuse to come to his room. Probably to return the gift, ask more questions, or just reassure him he had done good. It didn't matter as he was not going to give her that chance. Or she would just let it be for a while. He was really hoping to strike while the 'iron' was hot. Reinforce to her that he found her attractive, maybe, and had bought a borderline lingerie item on purpose to see if she would wear it for him to see. But of course she would conclude that it would go no further than that; she couldn't guess how far he wanted it to go.
10 minutes later he heard her door and footsteps coming down the hall, and more importantly, no one coming up. He took his position, sitting on the side of the bed, facing away from the door towards the wall. He had positioned a small mirror to gauge if someone was looking through the crack he left in the door. Once he heard the tiny creak of someone standing near the door, rather than passing, and confirmed it in the mirror.
"Oh fuck... god... fuck fuck fuck." He started rapidly pumping his cock as if he was mid-session in jacking off. He was so worked up about starting the plan, and casually stroking to maintain his hardness, he was nearly there anyway.
"So close... you feel so good.... Ugh!" He came, not realizing he was THAT close, and let out 3 loads that rose up and landed back in his lap over his dick and boxers. Smaller loads worked their way out as he continued to come. He had thrust out a bit for effect and then leaned back, breathing hard.
From the doorway, hopefully, his mom had a front-row view of his naked upper body as he had finished. The thrust out was to give her a brief view of his size and flexed muscles as well. He had joined the swim team and, despite being on reserve, had carved out a nice, lean swimmer's build for the women of the family to drink in.
He glanced back at the mirror and smirked; as planned, he caught a view of his mother's profile turning and dashing back to her room. Hopefully, she was thinking; Was she the cause? Was the gift for her so he could do that? Or was it all in her head and simply a coincidence? He would keep her guessing. Leaning down, he grabbed the next package and headed down to see his sister.
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A short time later he was having a deja-vu moment. He was explaining again about being distracted and how he had described a fake girlfriend. Only this time his sister was sitting back on her bed, propped against the headboard. It was quite distracting as her bare legs and bright eyes were front and center. She was the biggest hurdle in the plan; to her, he was and would maybe always be the kid brother.
