Penny frowned at her breakfast while her mother sipped from a hard glass of orange juice across the table. The teen stroked her auburn hair and repositioned her glasses, staring blankly at a half frozen waffle.

While she possessed the same stunning facial beauty as her mother, the girl’s vision was marred by an adolescence of television and smart phones.

Sasha exhaled cautiously, appraising her daughter’s mood before daring to speak.

Where her mother had thick, blonde hair and large, voluptuous breasts, Penny inherited her father’s deep red and filled out somewhere between a B and C cup. Luckily, her mother had passed on her saving grace: a big, round, meaty, bubble-butt of an ass that made men salivate. This was an ass that rap videos were made of.

Penny had graduated from high school the month prior and was in limbo between working and college.

The teen shifted her butt in the kitchen chair, her thong riding high out of her daisy dukes.

“I hope you haven’t made any plans this weekend.” Her mother said, breaking the silence once she polished off the last of her OJ.

“Why’s that? You find more chores for me to waste my life on while you sneak shots of tequila all day?” Penny’s voice carried a flat, level tone that often got under people’s skin.

Her mother’s expression of cautiousness remained unchanged. She stared back at the teen, nervously toying with the belt to her robe underneath the tablecloth.

“I thought-“her mom began before clearing her throat.

“That you and your brother would benefit from a little time in the country up at Grandma & Grandpa Joes.”

“GRANDMA & GRAMPA JOES!” boomed a voice from the upstairs landing.

Penny grimaced as her forehead fell to the table with a thwack, her younger brother’s footsteps echoed across the kitchen ceiling.

“See, your brother’s excited!” Sasha encouraged. Subtle crow’s feet around her eyes betrayed her true age, despite her religious application of makeup and beauty products.

“That’s because Grandpa Joe always gives him cool stuff.” Penny muffled back, her forehead still sealed to the table.

The chandelier over their heads rattled as her brother, Peter, rummaged about upstairs.

Sasha looked up toward the staircase. “PETER? COME DOWN AND EAT, YOUR BREAKFAST IS GETTING COLD!”

“What do you mean getting?” Penny spat, sitting up to inspect her plate.

“COMING MOM!” the boy shouted from above.

The rhythm of running feet shot across the ceiling and in an instant, Peter was flying down the stairs.

The boy was 18 months younger than his sister, but years of homeschooling had made him grossly naïve and socially awkward. Not a particularly tall lad, Pete stood slightly shorter than his mother and sister at 5’4”.

Clad in his deerskin cloak, loincloth, and antler-cap he got last Christmas from Grandpa Joe, Peter sauntered up to the circular breakfast table, taking his seat between his mom and Penny.

Sasha’s attention was entirely on her son, every hair on his head her own. Peter’s close cropped golden crown gleamed in the morning sunlight that shown through the kitchen window.

“Did you know that some animals like wolves have an alpha-male that leads their pack?” Peter said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Something you’ll never be.” Penny answered without turning to face him.

“Since Dad’s in New York, you don’t have much of a choice carrot-top!”

Penny made no indication she heard her brother’s remark, choosing instead to play with her phone, one of the few activities that kept her mood passive.

Sasha continued to hold her gaze at her son.

“I hope you don’t get any big ideas!” she said, playing on with a smile.

It had come as a surprise to her how muscular Peter’s chest and arms had become since her husband bought a weight set online. Her son didn’t have a six pack, but he was no slouch either. His mother had always liked the way that deerskin get-up fit him.

In her hypnotic state, it had only just occurred to her:

Was her son practically naked at her kitchen table? Not wanting to embarrass him in front of his sister, Sasha tightened her robe and casually leaned over, putting her mouth to his ear.

“Is my alpha-male wearing any underwear at the table this morning?” she whispered, her enormous breasts pressing up against the side of Pete’s arm.

Pete stopped chewing and stared straight ahead, unsure what to say. Slowly, he shook his head ‘no’.

“Well you better shower up and fix that before you pack for Grandpa Joe’s.” Mom directed before standing up, turning toward Penny.

“And as soon as your brother’s done in the shower, you need to get ready too. I want us all in the car by 10:30 and God knows you need every second you can get.”

“Sure Mom.” Penny put blankly.

Pete finished his waffle and downed his glass of milk before jumping out of his chair.

“So much energy…” Sasha thought.

The woman subconsciously turned her head for a chance to steal a peek of what lay beneath her savage boy’s pelts, but caught only a blur.

Peter stopped half way up the stairs to check the clock on the wall beside his sister. She sat facing away from him, every inch of her seat smothered by her jelly-filled ham hocks. Pete traced his sister’s thong as it carved a ravine through her deliciously squeezable, pale flesh.

His mother stared hard at him from across the room, trying to make out why he had stopped on the stairs. She squinted harder. Was he…. Was her son….jacking his….?

“This one’s a keeper!” Pete thought to himself, eagerly connecting his phone to his PC.

Peter’s printer slowly churned out a picture he snuck of Penny’s world-class PAWG-posterior from the stairs. The teen carefully cut out the wallet-size photo of his sister’s juicy ass and slid it into a plastic baseball card sleeve and retreated to the upstairs shower.

In half a second he was naked with the water running. Pete propped the photo up on a shampoo ledge and entered a world of steam and hormonal lust. What he wouldn’t do to feel the push-back of his sister’s plump, curvaceous ass! Definitely her mother’s daughter, at 130lbs, every ounce of fat was concentrated in his sister’s ass and hips. If Pete had one night where he could pull her red hair and make her scream his name while he sent shockwaves through her jelly, he would die happy.

The teen’s brain caught fire, electrified with the fantasy as he allowed himself to get closer and closer to climax. His cock was thrusting deep inside Penny’s Hershey-Highway as she fucked and sucked her brother every way his mind could conceive. Peter felt the end approaching and decided he should share the experience with some friends from his soccer team. Penny sat on her knees as a dozen boys jacked off onto her face and tits, cum streaking across her braces as she smiled provocatively. Pete shot a powerful load through his sister’s mouth onto the dark green shower tiles. His body convulsed under such a powerful physical and emotional orgasm, nearly blacking out.

The boy suddenly realized how much time he had spent in the shower without cleaning himself. He hurriedly scrubbed down and rinsed off before running back to his room to towel off.

“Oh shit, my picture!” Pete realized under his breath once he changed into his swimming trunks and a white wife-beater.

The boy ran across the hall only to catch the tail end of his sister slamming the bathroom door behind her. Pete stealthily approached the handle and paused. Click-clack went the tell-tale sign of Penny locking the door.

Pete hung his head in soul-crushing embarrassment as he shuffled back to his room, pulling the door shut.

For the next twenty minutes, the boy packed his bag half-heartedly. A few pair of underwear, shorts, his deerskin outfit, a comic book, matches, firecrackers, and some glow sticks might lift him from this depression. Against his better judgment, the boy pulled a Polaroid out of his pillow case. The boy marveled at the image of his mom sunbathing he took from the upstairs bathroom a week ago. Pete couldn’t blink so long as he had those magnificent, mouth-watering breasts to pine over, just barely being contained behind the puny strappings of her bikini top.

Penny locked the bathroom door behind her, knowing how this family valued privacy. It wasn’t abnormal for her mother to barge in to get something from one of the drawers or the medicine cabinet while she was in the shower. Or worse, an unexpected visit from her brother.

Penny was unable to appraise herself in the bathroom mirror since the room was still steamy from her brother having just showered. The girl rolled her eyes at a foggy reflection and approached the tub. With a sweep of her arm, she pushed the shower curtain aside, revealing the faucet, shower head, and… an elephant load of cum streaking down the wall?

On the verge of screaming for Pete’s blood, Penny followed the blast up the wall to a familiar scene that was leaning against her shampoo and conditioner. The edges of the girl’s mouth curled up as she turned on the water and began undressing.

Penny exited bathroom and made her way to her bedroom, instantly humidifying the upstairs hallway. A pink towel was wrapped around her torso, drooping dangerously close to her nipples as she struggled to maintain control with dirty clothes under her free arm.

An almost playful smirk crossed her face as she passed Pete making his way downstairs with his old olive green duffel bag Dad gave him.

The boy paused for a second, almost frightened that there was no backlash from his vengeful sibling, but pressed on for fear of his luck.

Penny entered her bedroom, her fortress of solitude, a shrine to all things tolerable.

The girl tossed her clothes onto the floor next to her hamper and got dressed. She found a green leopard print thong she fed her hungry ass along with a matching sports bra. From the lower drawers of her dresser, she put on a pair of tan khaki short-shorts and a pair of beach sandals.

Penny walked over to her pile of dirty clothes and rooted through the jeans she had on earlier. From the back pocket, she pulled out the picture of her ass at breakfast and took it to her closet. The girl dug out a shoebox from underneath three others and removed the lid, revealing its contents. A pair of her old swim bottoms, a page from her diary, a picture of her at the beach, and now: her very own sports card.

The girl took in her collection she had confiscated from her brother over the years. She always had ideas of using it to blackmail him or as a reprisal for wronging her in some way, but she never brought herself to use it. The truth was, no matter how disgusted or offended she got, deep down it was always an act. It didn’t bother Penny that her brother spied and lusted over her. She craved it. She loved being the only woman he’d ever want on such an intimate and personal level.

And looking into her box of forbidden fruit… her thong started to moisten.

“PENNY HONEY, ARE YOU READY YET?” Mom’s voice boomed from the landing.

“NOT YET!” Penny called back.

The girl quickly put away her shoebox of desire and got to packing. A different outfit for each day, a bikini for swimming, and clothes for chores she would be forced into doing.

Along with clothes, she threw in her cell phone charger, mp3 player, and IPad. The girl stood for a moment debating on whether or not she might need anything else. Reluctantly, Penny pulled a rolled up length of stocking from her underwear drawer. She skillfully unraveled the material revealing a massive, veiny, 12” black dildo. The girl involuntarily salivated from just holding it.

Penny turned it over in her hands, enjoying the texture and the power of it. She found the button on the bottom that activated the vibrator – nothing.

“Fuck me, batteries must be dead. Now I can’t even do that the way I like it!” she wined to herself.

“-and he eased the tip of his penis into her, his bronzed, tattooed body tensed up against his conquest. The fair skinned woman, unexperienced, was trapped beneath her much younger mate who was no less savage than an ape. Her screams began to-“

“MOM, WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH SEBASTIAN AND KING?!” shouted Penny from the hallway.

Sasha quickly put down her book, ‘A Night in New Guinea’, and closed her robe as she got out of her husband’s over-sized chair in their bedroom.

“I’LL TAKE CARE OF THEM PENNY.” Sasha hollered out, screwing the cap to her pink flask back on.

The woman checked the clock on the night stand after her daughter’s footsteps made their way from her bedroom.

10:11AM

Realizing she had lost herself in the novel while the kids were getting ready, Sasha hastily yanked her travel luggage from the closet and opened it on her bed. It still had a few things in it from her last trip to her parents:

Some dirty socks, her travel makeup, a few miniature hygiene products, and a spare hair brush were already packed.

Tossing the socks in the hamper, Sasha hurriedly opened her underwear drawer only to be reminded that the dogs had been having a field day with her undergarments in recent weeks, chewing through her panties and hiding her bras.

She decided anything was better than nothing and packed some lingerie she wore only when her husband made her.

 A few pair of hiking shorts, summer tops, an un-chewed bikini, flask of liquor, and one romance novel later, Sasha briskly strode down to the basement, her bulky luggage banging and dragging along behind her.

“Sebastian and King, come on! You’re going on a trip with Mommy!”

The family’s two German shepherds sat at attention, waiting for her to greet them in the basement.

“Come!” Sasha commanded from the top of the stairs.

The jingling of their collars accompanied both canines as they ran up, jumping enthusiastically onto the woman, pawing at her with excitement.

“Boys, boys! Down!”

The dogs always put Sasha in a good mood.

As she opened the front door, sunlight bathed her in a warm, comfortable blanket. The dogs followed her obediently without leashes to her hatchback, Sasha’s luggage bouncing off the few concrete stairs of their sidewalk.

Pete and Penny were already there arguing on the other side of the car, but stopped as they saw their mother clambering toward them with two inquisitive snouts glued to her ass. The argument as to who got to ride shotgun first would have to wait.

Sasha popped the trunk, setting her keys on the roof of the car, and hefted her bag up before ordering King and Sebastian inside.

“You two, c’mon, hurry up! Toss your bags back here!” she barked, almost scolding the kids.

Peter sat his duffel bag as close to the backseat as he could, his muscles rippled through his wife-beater.

Penny grouchily tossed in her travel bag, hitting the back seat hard.

“Touch-y!” Pete snickered.

“Just don’t talk.” Penny pleaded.

The girl slammed the trunk shut on the two German shepherds, their long tongues panting in the summer heat.

Peter and Penny stared at their somewhat disheveled mother who, in a hurry was standing before them still in her robe, nearly losing her right breast from all her heaving.

“What?” she asked genuinely confused.

“Mom, are you… going to get dressed?” Pete asked curiously.

“Oh shit!”

Mom clasped her robe together and hobbled back into the house. Pete and Penny shared a glance for a moment, the boy’s mind still on the missing photo of his sister.

“It’s hot. I’m getting in the car.” said Penny, snatching her mother’s keys off the roof and climbing into the front passenger seat, settling their argument.

The teen turned the ignition, sending a hot blast of air from the AC while her brother slipped in the back seat behind her. Penny skimmed through the radio until she found an ‘80’s station to veg out to.

After ten minutes of sitting in silence, their mother emerged from the house in a pink sleeveless low-cut top and form-fitting khaki shorts. The hot leather interior almost burned her thighs as she got into the driver’s seat.

“All right, everyone ready?” Sasha asked in a more positive tone.

Greeted with only silence, she put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway.

“Does anyone else hear that?” Sasha asked, turning down the radio.

“Hear what?” Penny asked annoyed.

“Yeah, I hear it Mom.” Pete confirmed. “It’s coming from back here.”

Peter unbuckled his seatbelt and turned around to dig through the bags in the rear. Sasha kept her speed slow as she merged onto the interstate heading north.

“Did you find it yet sweetie?” his Mom asked.

“I think so. It sounds like it’s coming from Penny’s bag.”

The girl turned toward the back of the vehicle.

“Just about got it….” Pete strained.

“Got it!” Pete violently whipped a massive black dildo out of the girl’s bag, the sound of the batteries working over-time on a high setting reverberated throughout the car.

“Oh my God!” Sasha cried, picking up speed.

“GIVE ME THAT!” Penny screamed, turning beat-red.

The girl lunged back, grabbing the pulsating cock from her brother before shutting it off and hiding it under her seat.

 Sasha looked over at her quizzically.

“It was Penny’s dildo.” Pete said.

“I know honey.” Mom said quietly as they drove off in silence.