Jim took one last look in the mirror, before taking one last deep breath. "Get a hold of yourself," he told his reflection. "Now. I'm going to go downstairs and apologize to Teresa." He opened the door and then walked downstairs. As he did, he heard what sounded like moaning coming from the direction of the kitchen. Was someone crying? Or in pain? Thinking someone might have been hurt, he quickened his pace and practically flew into the kitchen.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was happening. Both his sister and mother were topless and they were fondling each other's breasts. He had never seen his mother's breasts before. Well, maybe as a baby, but he had no recollection of that. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of them. He had no idea that his mom was so hot. She was even hotter than Teresa. She ...
Jim stopped himself. It was happening again. Only this time, towards his mom. What was wrong with him? Was he seriously lusting after his own mother? This was just sick. But, of course, his dick saw things a little differently, as it was currently stiff and getting stiffer by the second.
"Oh, look, Mom," Teresa said. "We have an audience."
Katie turned and saw her son watching, with a shocked (yet a little lustful) look on his face. She smiled. It wasn't the reaction Jim was expecting. Not at all. "You don't have to just watch, honey," she told him. "Come over here and touch me," she said sweetly. She talked like his mom, but the words coming out of her mouth were completely foreign to him. Was she really asking him to fondle her breasts?
He slowly approached, not sure what he was doing. Obviously, there was something strange going on. His mother and sister weren't like this. And before this morning, Jim hadn't lusted after them. So what was happening? Why was it happening?
