All imaginary players 18+

The nubile, strawberry-blonde eighteen-year-old, Chloe Masters, leaves her second-floor bedroom, walks down the hall, and goes up the stairs to her nineteen-year-old brother Devon’s attic bedroom. I hope he has a spare thumb drive. Of course, the nerd will. She knocks on his bedroom. No answer. She calls. No response. She tries the doorknob, and it turns. She peeks in. He’s not there. She quickly enters, heading for his elaborate graphic studio desk. I’ll say I needed a thumb drive if he comes in.

She looks around for an unopened thumb drive and notices a light flashing on standby mode for one of the large monitors. She moves the mouse slightly. Her face flushes, seeing that he has depicted their family in realistic 3D bodies engaging in numerous incestual positions. Of course, he has given her and their mother huge breasts, while he and their dad have massive schlongs that could never fit inside their real bodies. The word balloons are filled with perverse obscenities that none of them would ever say in real life or even think.

She clicks from thumbnail to thumbnail, feeling alarmed at how he can imagine his family like this, spending so much time on this personal perverse project. Has he published this on the web? What if someone from school sees this? She puts the PC on sleep mode and quickly exits his bedroom. She pauses on the steps, realizing he is coming! She turns as if she is going up the stairs when he sees her.

“Need something, Chloe,” he asks.

“Oh ... I was just coming up to see if you had a spare thumb drive I could have,” she says, keeping her voice from shaking, seeing her lean, spiky haircut older brother in a new light.

“Of course I have spares,” he smiles in that same cocky way their dad does. He moves past her, and she wonders how he sees her and their mother as being his incestual submissives. He enters his room, seeing nothing indicating she had been in there. Thank God!

“Here you go,” he says, handing her the unopened thumb drive.

“Thanks,” she smiles.

“Anytime, Sis,” he says, shutting the door.

She goes to her bedroom and texts her mom, who volunteers at an art gallery in the city: Need 2 talk about Dev. Found perverse shit on his PC.

She goes to her desk and studies as well as she can with the lurid images and words burned in her mind. She gets a notification on her phone: Will b home soon k?

‘k

Abby Masters pulls her BMW into the garage, wondering what minor crisis Chloe is having. She exits the car and smooths her pencil skirt. Her heels click on the hard floor, and she sees Chloe standing in the doorway. She raises a well-groomed eyebrow.

Chloe sees how a guy can fantasize about their mother. She is a classic MILF stereotype. Gorgeous face, shapely body, and thick auburn hair.

Abby does not interrupt Chloe as she enters the house, listening to everything her daughter says. It takes effort not to laugh when Chloe describes in some lurid detail how Devon had depicted them and what some of the obscenities were written as dialogue. She started to mention the GIFs, and Abby smiled.

“Mother, it’s not funny,” Chloe whines.

“Oh sweetie,” Abby smiles. “I don’t mean to laugh but you are eighteen and I know you have some sexual experience, which is none of my business, but for men and boys, these intense fantasies are not uncommon. Look at us. We know we are stereotypical hotties and I’ve seen some of the porn sites your father visits.”

Chloe looks at her. “So it’s okay? It’s normal?”

Abby pauses. “Yes. And I’ll talk to him right after I put my things away. Okay?”

“Thanks, Mom,” Chloe hugs her. “And you did have a minor in psychology!”

Abby and Chloe have a relief laugh, and Chloe follows her until she sees her heading up the stairs to Devon’s attic bedroom. She sits at her desk to study, hearing the thunder of an approaching storm before inserting her earbuds.

Abby takes a deep breath and knocks on Devon’s bedroom door. Devon’s father will be home late from the law firm, but she wants to address the situation for Chloe’s sake. Outside, a Fall storm moves in.

“Who is it?”

“Mom, may I come in?”

“Just a sec ... okay.”

Abby enters his spacious attic bedroom just as a thunderclap explodes close to the house. She approaches Devon seated casually in his gaming chair.

“What is it, Mom?”

Abby takes another breath regarding her handsome son. “Abby told me she came into your room earlier looking for a thumb drive and found some ... questionable material on your computer.”

Devon looks away, “fuck”, he mutters.

“I told her it’s quite normal for young men to fantasize about their ... attractive relatives so there’s no need to punish your sister for telling me.”

“Does Dad know?”

“No.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t intend to.”

“Will Chloe tell him?”

“Doubtful. Too embarrassing.”

A lightning bolt flares past the large attic window. The lights flicker, and the monitor awakens from sleep mode, revealing Devon’s realistic depiction of him and his mother in a doggy-style position on her bed in the master bedroom. Devon wants to turn off the monitor, but the screen glows with preternatural light, transfixing him and Abby in place, unable to speak for several minutes as high-end pixel lights stream into their eyes, hitting the retina where it converts into electrical signals by their photoreceptor cells. Those signals travel through their optic nerves into their brains, where they are interpreted as images.

“I can see why you are such a successful freelancer,” Abby comments, her face flushing. “Your art is so ... so real. So vivid.” She feels a strange, thrilling energy coursing through her body like a perverse electric current.

“Thanks, Mom,” he says, staring at the glowing screen. As he stares at his image, he feels himself getting an erection.

Abby stares at the screen, bewitched. She bites her lower lip, feeling her breasts harden, her nipples becoming erect. She feels vaginal lube flowing into her panties and feels an impulsive need to see more. “Let’s see what else you’ve created,” she says in a husky voice

“Yes, Mom,” Devon answers, his confidence growing along with his erection. He clicks on another image, smiling as he notices his mother’s face is flushed, and she licks her full lips.

“Ooohhh.” Abby moans seeing herself straddling over Devon’s huge cock as he sucks on a nipple. She moves closer. “Show me more,” she says, pressing her pubic mound against the back of the chair. “I want to see them all,” she moans.

Abby gasps as Devon opens one thumbnail after another. “Oh my, God,” she hisses. “They’re so real,” she groans, grinding her pubic mound against the side of the gaming chair.

“So you like my art, Mom?” he smiles.

“I fucking love it,” she answers, able to avert her eyes from the screen. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it,” she chuckles.

Devon smirks. “You said ‘fucking’, Mom.”

“I’m going to be saying a lot more than that if we keep looking at these,” she chuckles. “Oooh. my bra’s getting tight. Maybe I’m turning into your depiction of me! How would it be if we turned into your sick toons?”

“I know my cock is like my incest toon, Mom,” Devon smiles.

“Oh my God,” Abby gasps, staring at his tented jeans. “You said ‘incest’! Maybe you should take off your pants and I take off my bra.”

“I show you mine, you show me yours,” Devon says, standing up.

Abby grabs him, shoving her tongue inside his mouth as they dry hump each other. They break away, a trail of saliva connecting their lips.

“Maybe you can sit on my lap while we go through the rest of the thumbnails, Mom,” he says in a hoarse voice as she unbuttons her blouse, unsnapping the front of her bra. *I also made some GIFs.”

“Like what you see,” she chuckles, watching him ogling her huge breasts. She stares at his crotch as he pulls down his jeans. “Oh my fucking God,” she gasps, staring at his massive, throbbing cock, hanging down almost to his knees. His boxing briefs prevent it from standing straight up.

Devon sits in his chair as Abby hikes up her skirt, straddling over him. She gasps as her son rips her pantyhose, yanking her panties to the side, exposing her drooling pussylips, She looks over a bare shoulder at him, hungry.

Abby groans as she hauls his massive cock out, lowering her aching maternal hole over the bloated glans.

Devon watches his mother’s eyes roll up, feeling the masculine thrill of having her as his incest slut.

“Having fun, Mom,” he asks, thrusting up inside her wet, stretched cunt, playing with her huge, heavy tits.

Abby wails as she sobs and pants, using her legs to lift herself up and down on her son’s enormous cock. “Yes! Yes! God fucking yes!” she cries. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Gimme all your hot motherfucking cock!”

Devon grunts as his mother uses the words he has written on the toons. He opens one thumbnail to the other as she sobs and wails, bucking and thrashing, as she gushes all over his cock. Do you want my incest cum, Mom” he grunts unable to keep from discharging.

“Yeah! Fucking yeah,” she screams, shrieking her orgasms as her insides are flooded with cock cream. Devon discharges inside his mother’s cock crammed cunt so hard it sprays out her pussylips, puddling on her ass and his lap. For several minutes, the preternaturally charged mother and son climax together exactly as depicted in the perverse art.

Abby and Devon lick tongues, panting, glaring at each other with feral intensity. “Want to see more, Mom,” he smiles, his cock still buried inside her.

“You know I fucking do,” she chuckles. “I wanna know all your sick fucking incest desires for me and make them come true!”

Chloe removes her earbuds, pushing them away from her desk. She leaves her bedroom and goes downstairs to the fridge, taking out mineral water. She walks through the spacious house, noticing how quiet it is. “Mom? Mom?” she says. She must still be in Devon’s room.

She goes upstairs, pausing at her bedroom door, and then walks to the stairs going up to the attic. As she gets closer to Devon’s room, she can hear her mother yelling and swearing with the same incestuous obscenities from her brother’s perverse toons. He didn’t have audio, did he?

She stands by the closed bedroom door, hearing her mother and brother yelling nasty invectives at each other as they have sex!

“Are you my fucking incest whore now, Mom?” Devon yells.

*Yes! Fuck yes! I’m your fucking incest cum dumpster mother!” she wails. “Motherfuck me! Motherfuck me, you big-cocked sonuvabitch! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! Ooohhh! Yeah,” she howls.

Chloe pauses and has to see. She turns the doorknob, knowing they cannot hear her by all the lewd noises they are making.

She peeks her head in. From her vantage she can see their mother braced against the studio station as her brother fucks her savagely from behind, leaning over her back, pawing her now huge tits. She gasps as she sees how massive Devon’s cock is when he pulls out before ramming it back inside their mother. Her mind blanks as she realizes they now resemble the sick cartoons he has created!

“Are you ready for more incest cum, Mom,” Devon yells, yanking on her long auburn hair, slapping an asscheek, making her moan and gasp with even more pleasure.

“Gimme all your hot fucking cum, Devon,” she wails, driving against the invading shaft as hard as she can. “Ooohhh, Mommy’s so fucking hot!”

Chloe gasps as her brother’s discharge is so powerful it sprays out her pussy lips, drools down her legs, puddling on the floor. She stares, transfixed at the vitality and duration of their climaxes.

Devon leans over her back, fondling his mother’s tits, licking between her shoulder blades as she moans continuously, basking in what must be an incredible afterglow. “Ready for another round, Mom,” he pants.