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?
