Editing Reailty Book 1, Chapter 14: Naughty Welcome Home by mypenname3000

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Fourteen: Naughty Welcome Home

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

Linda Davies

I had so many questions. It was so strange to realize that I had lived another life. That Steve knew it and I didn’t. I glanced at him as we left behind the naked woman. We had sex in public, and no one cared because he edited reality.

The power my husband had.

A strange, dizzy sway rushed through me. My husband had all this power. I bit my lower lip as I pondered this change to our lives. I was a different woman because of him. I glanced at Steve as we crossed the sky bridge towards the parking garage. Sounds echoed.

“You have questions,” he said. He swallowed. “Are you mad learning I changed you?”

“I don’t know how I can be mad,” I said. “I mean… I’m happy. I had a great weekend with Marissa and Evaline. I was excited to hear that you were having sex with our daughters.” I shuddered. It was something the rest of the world thought was wrong, just like my parents thought it was wrong for me to be bisexual. They had so poisoned me against my sexuality when I was young that I almost repressed myself. But in college, I found the courage to tell Steve the truth.

Because Steve had changed me just enough so I would.

“I don’t remember this other version of myself,” I said. “I can’t even comprehend why I would be mad. Even knowing that you had sex with our daughters, I can’t be angry because… It’s something I wanted. It feels natural to me.”

He nodded. We reached our car. He unlocked it with his keychain remote. The trunk popped open. He threw my suitcase and carry on bag in there as I mulled over something. He edited me, so he must have edited our daughters.

Did that change things?

I pondered that question. The rest of the world would think it’s wrong for a man to have sex with his daughters. I didn’t, but he’d also changed me. I looked at it from a rational view. What did that mean?

“So… did you change our daughters into your sluts?” I asked him after we slipped into the car.

He pulled on his seatbelt and said, “I just gave them the courage to be honest about their feelings for me. They both had crushes on me.”

“Oh,” I said. I smiled. “Well, Sam has always been a daddy’s girl.”

“Yeah, a tomboy. She used to hate wearing skirts. Always wore pants.”

I blinked at that. I couldn’t imagine Sam wearing pants if she didn’t have to. She would only to play around in the woods or to work in the garage with my husband, but other times, she wanted girly skirts, to look cute.

“And Becky? Was she different, too?”

“No, not really. I changed Sam wanting to wear skirts because you two used to fight about it all the time.”

“Well, girls should wear skirts and look feminine,” I said then frowned. “We used to fight about it?”

“And you used to be paranoid that Becky was a closet lesbian.”

“What?” I gasped. “I would be happy if she was a lesbian.”

“You were so depressed about your own desire for women, you were afraid Becky would go down that route.” He said it so calm, talking about this other version of me I couldn’t even imagine. “You were riddled with guilt about it.”

I bit my lip. “So… I guess I can’t be mad because it sounds like things are better. I’m happy. The girls are happy. I don’t even mind if you fucked one of your students because…”

“We’ve been sharing women for years, I guess,” Steve said. “I’ve watched a few of our encounters on the app. Relived them, but our lives are so different from what I remember. So I hope you’ll be patient with me if I say things that make no sense to you.”

“Of course,” I said. “So… what next? What are you going to do with your other wish?”

“I’m going to make our city better. For the homeless and others,” he told me.

I smiled at him. “Oh, that sounds like a good idea. Since you’ve been perving with our daughters all weekend.”

“And you weren’t perving all weekend in Vegas?” I asked. “You girls were naughty at the strip club.”

I laughed.

I told him all about my weekend on the drive home. Traffic was bad as we made our way to the east side, skirting south of Lake Washington and working our way up to our small city of Rainier. It was a lot of fun to tell him about my weekend. I always did when I got back from my trips to see Marissa.

I guess the old me never did these trips. Just suppressed all my desires for women. It sounded utterly boring. I must have been miserable. No wonder he changed me. I mean, it was probably to satiate his own perverse desire, but I didn’t care about that.

I had my own perverse desires. It was wonderful we could be open about them. I was sure God wasn’t happy with us, but He would forgive us. He had a great deal of compassion to forgive us flawed humans and…

“So how did you get this power?” I asked him as we neared our house.

“An angel came to me,” he said. “Said the Most High gave me this power. To see what I would do with it.”

“So it’s a good thing you’re helping the town,” I said.

He snorted. “Anael would disagree.”

“Anael… Is that the angel?”

My husband nodded, glancing at me. He had a smile playing on his lips. He was a handsome man with that dark-brown hair combed back, his eyes this warm brown. I patted his leg, glad he had this power.

“Well, I’ll help you use this power.”

“Thanks,” he said, patting my hand.

“We can use your powers to make a better city, a better Washington State!” A shudder ran through me. “A better U.S.”

“Just three people a day,” my husband said.

A giddy thrill ran through me. I had to think about how to help him. What we could do with the power. I loved charity work, and I was glad he wanted to help the homeless. I worked as a volunteer nurse at Rainier Free Clinic.

Then he pulled into our driveway. I was eager to see our daughters. They were both women now. Sam was texting me all weekend. She was eager for me to get home. She was definitely bi like me. Becky, on the other hand, might just be the sort of girl that dabbled in lesbianism to please the men in her lives.

I climbed out of the car as Steve fetched my suitcase. There were definitely perks to loving a man. Marissa, or another woman, wouldn’t carry my suitcase for me. I smiled at Steve, eager to give him a delicious reward. Something hot and naughty.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at him. Some women expected men to serve them, to open doors and do the heavy lifting and make the big bucks, but they didn’t think to thank them for it. To appreciate what their men did.

Steve grinned at me. It was a boyish look, proud that he could carry my luggage with ease. I pulled the keys out of my purse. They jingled as I searched through all of them on the ring for the house’s When I found it, I opened the door.

And grinned.

My daughters waited for us both in negligees. Becky had a light-blue nightie that hung off her large breasts. The cloth swayed down to her thighs, just covering her pussy. My busty daughter had inherited my tits, her nipples poking hard at her nightie’s fabric. Her glasses sparkled, her green eyes glowing. She wore her auburn hair loose instead of in a braid. It fell about her face, transforming her into a sexy minx.

Then Sam, wearing a purple negligee that hugged her petite body, flounced to me. Her short, red hair swayed about her face. She had lithe legs. I couldn’t imagine her wearing pants all the time. Those legs were too beautiful not to be shown off by sexy skirts and skimpy nighties.

Sam’s arms went around my neck. Her mouth glued to mine. It was so hot to finally kiss my daughter. To enjoy the incestuous taste of her lips on my mouth. Her tongue thrust past my lips and swirled around inside of my mouth, stimulating me. I groaned, my hands clutching her ass, groping her and pulling her tight to me.

My heart pounded and my pussy went molten in a moment.

Sam broke the kiss, her green eyes glowing. “Welcome home, Mom!”

“Mmm, what a delicious welcome,” I said, my hands squeezing her tight tush through her satin negligee. “You’re looking cute. Just scrumptious.”

“Oooh, you want to eat me up, Mommy?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

I nodded my head.

“Of course,” I said. “Gonna lick you all up, you naughty minx.”

Then Becky was joining us, my busty daughter snuggling into my other side. She nibbled on my ear. I shivered as she licked my lobe. My toes curled. Heat ripped out of my pussy. Becky felt so… confident. So bold the way she nibbled. Her shyness seemed to have vanished from her.

I slipped my arm around her, grabbing her rump, too. She was a little plumper than Sam, a little curvier. I held my twenty-year-old and eighteen-year-old daughters close to me. They were just delicious to feel against me.

“So,” I said, grinning at them. “We’re going to have fun, aren’t we?”

“Welcome home, Mom!” Becky grinned. “That’s what we do! It’s going to be amazing!”

They both snuggled up to me and nibbled on the slope of my neck. I felt like such a naughty perv, a wicked MILF enjoying such nubile, young flesh. I glanced at my husband and he had such a big smile on his face, a huge bulge in his pants.

Then my daughters were breaking away from me. They seized my hands and dragged me across the living room. Their eyes were glowing, Sam almost bouncing in place, Becky’s tits swaying, rustling against her light-blue negligee.

“We’re going to do such naughty things to you, Mom,” said Sam. She licked her lips. “Becky and I have been practicing on each other.”

Becky’s cheeks burned bright. “We have, Mommy. I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

“Why wouldn’t I enjoy it?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at my daughter’s. “We’re going to get wild, right?”

My daughter’s both nodded, Sam squeezing my hand.

They led me up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom. We passed James’s room, his door sealed shut. I felt a little bad that he wasn’t joining in the fun, but he did have those strange Anime girls that he somehow brought to life and…

I blinked. My husband must have made him some girlfriends. What a loving father. He wanted his children happy. The door opened and James peered out. He was his father but younger, handsome and cute at the same time.

“Hey, Mom,” he said. “I see you’re joining the fun in there.”

“I am,” I said. “Hi girls!”

“Hi, Mrs. Davies!” Orihime called. “Have fun! We’ll keep James out of your hair!”

My son’s cheeks went red. Then he closed his door. I giggled as my daughter’s kept pulling me farther down the hallway. They drew me into the master bedroom, my heart racing. Then their hands attacked my clothing.

Steve followed us in, slipping my suitcase into the closet as my girls had me spinning around. Their hands were stripping off my clothing. My blouse was falling to the ground before I knew it. My tits were out, hands squeezing them. Sam buried her face between them, squealing in delight for a moment. Then my two daughters were hauling down my skirt. They ripped my skirt down my thighs, my pussy clenching.

They pushed me down on the bed, Sam seizing the waistband of my panties. She yanked them down and threw them to the floor. Steve watched, stripping naked himself as our daughters got me naked. Becky already groped my naked tits, her fingers digging into my pillowy flesh.

“Your breasts are just so amazing, Mom!” groaned Becky. She kneaded my tits. She massaged them, teasing me. I groaned and squirmed on the bed. My heart pounded in my chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

I slid my hand up beneath her negligee, caressing her flat stomach. Her skin was so smooth. She whimpered as my hand found her breast. I squeezed her soft tit. Hers were firmer than mine, but still so deliciously pillowy. I kneaded her tit.

“Mmm, you’re tits are beautiful, too,” I said.

“Mom,” Becky gushed, such delight in my eldest daughter’s eyes.

Then she leaned her head down, her auburn locks spilling over my breasts, and sucked on my nipple. I gasped as she engulfed my dark-red nipple. She sealed her lips around my nub. She sucked and loved it. her cheeks hollowed. Tingles shot right down to my pussy. My toes curled. I whimpered at the delight she gave me.

“You do have great boobs,” Sam said. She cupped her own little tits through her purple negligee as she shifted up the bed. “Mine are so small.”

“I have a feeling your father likes them small,” I said, giving Steve a grin. The pervert was watching us, naked, his body looking fit and strong. He ran and you could tell. “He’s a perv lusting after all those nubile, young coeds he teaches.”

“Mmm, yes, he’s been having fun with Kyleigh,” Sam said a moment before she leaned down and sucked on my other nipple.

I gasped as my daughters loved my breasts. Their hands caressed my stomach, teasing me. Their mouths felt so incredible on me. It was wonderful to have my daughters nursing from me again. Both suckled differently. Sam was hungry. She would suck so hard, pulling my areola into her mouth. Then my nub popped out. She would then attack it again and again. Becky was gentle, little sucks. Her lips were rubbery. They nibbled on my nipple. Delight shot through me.

I writhed on the bed, groaning and gasping. My hips wiggled. My pussy clenched. I rubbed my thighs together, my pussy getting hotter and hotter. Their fingers danced over my stomach, brushing each other, caressing me. They moved lower and lower.

Sam’s green eyes shot up to stare at mine. She thrust her hand between my legs, cupping my pussy and pressing my bush into my dripping lips. Pleasure tingled through me as she caressed me. Her fingers danced up and down my snatch, teasing me. I gasped when her digits dipped into my snatch. She slid up and caressed me, stroking me.

“Our daughters are driving me wild, Steve,” I moaned. “You enjoying the show.”

“Mmm, I am,” my husband said, rubbing his cock.

Sam thrust a pair of fingers into my cunt. They filled me up. My snatch clenched around those digits. My body shook. My large breasts jiggled as they loved me. Both my nipples ached. Sam sucked with all her might, loving me. Becky’s hand found my breast, kneading it as she loved my nub.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I squirmed as Sam worked those delicate fingers in and out of me. It was incredible to feel her back inside of my pussy. She churned up my pussy. Pleasure rippled out of me. My eyes fluttered. Stars danced across the ceiling.

“You girls…” I moaned. “Oh, yes, you girls are driving me wild. I’m going to cum! This is so hot!”

“Incest is amazing,” Steve said, his voice throaty.

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement.

I was building towards my orgasm. Those delicious fingers plunged in and out of me, teasing me. My head tossed back and forth. My legs twitched. The heels of my feet rubbed into the comforter. My juices leaked out of my pussy, trickling down to my rump to soak into the blanket. The bed creaked as I spasmed.

They were so naughty. I grabbed both their asses, squeezing them through their negligees. Becky pressed her soft breasts into my side, her nipples hard through the silk of her nightie. She nibbled on my nub then sucked with more passion, her fingers digging into my breast.

The sucking on my nipples shot pleasure down to my pussy. The incestuous thrill of that wondrous heat surging through me only made me shudder. My eyes fluttered. My nubs had never felt more sensitive. I was so close to exploding.

“Sam! Becky!” I moaned, Sam’s fingers thrusting deep into my cunt. The heel of her hand massaged my clit.

“Cum for them!” said my husband, stroking his dick, his brown eyes hungry. “Cum for our daughters!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on my daughter’s thrusting fingers.

My nipples ached. Throbbed. The excitement surged through me. This wild heat crashed through my body. My head tossed from side to side as the bliss rippled through my body. My cunt convulsed and spasmed. The heat burst through me. This incestuous blaze set on fire every nerve in my body.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I howled, my nipples aching in their hungry mouths.

They suckled with such passion. That added such a treat to the bliss convulsing through my snatch. I squeezed my daughter’s rumps, pressing them tight to my body. I felt so close to them. This wondrous delight spilled through me.

“I love you!” I groaned. “You’re both my beautiful daughters! You’re both amazing! Oh, yes, I’m cumming hard!”

Sam’s mouth popped off my nipple, leaving my tit quivering. “Ooh, you are spasming about my fingers and just soaking me!”

“Yes, she is,” panted Steve. He was staring with such hunger at our daughters. I was glad to share this with him. This passion.

Sam ripped her fingers out of my pussy as my orgasm peaked. Her digits were soaked in my glistening juices. My spicy musk filled the air as she brought her fingers up toward Becky. My eldest popped her mouth off my nub, licked her lips, then engulfed her sister’s fingers.

She sucked on them like they were a mini-cock, bobbing her head, working those lips up and down those digits. Sam grinned, shooting me a wicked look. “She’s dancing her tongue around my fingers. It’s such a naughty thing to feel.”

“I bet it is,” I said, squeezing my daughters. “Now, whose pussy should I lick first.”

“Mine!” Sam screeched in girlish excitement. The type only a young girl could muster. “I call dibs, Becky!”

She threw herself to the head of the bed, leaning against it, her legs spread wide. She wasn’t wearing any panties, her negligee bunched around her waist. Her shaved pussy was on display. She’d been sexting me all weekend, sending me shots of that beautiful twat dripping with my husband’s cum.

Becky shook her head. “She’s such a brat.”

“I know,” I said. “Just spoiled.”

“She is,” said Steve.

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, feeling my husband’s eyes on my ass. I did have to thank him. A wicked idea popped into my head as I nestled between Sam’s thighs. My eighteen-year-old daughter stared down at me with such a wicked gleam in her green eyes.

“Yes, yes, eat my pussy, Mom!” she said. “Daddy does it! He’s great at it!”

“I taught him how to…” My words trailed off. Had I taught this to Steve? Did the other me, the one who ran from her bisexual desire, even knew what good pussy eating was?

“Mom?” Sam asked. “You got all loopy. Pay attention! My pussy needs eating!”

“Such a brat,” I said. “I should go eat Becky!”

Her eyes widened. “No, no, please don’t! I’m sorry, Mom! You weren’t loopy! You’re beautiful and sexy and I want you to eat me so badly!”

I breathed in her tart musk. A naughty excitement ran through me. I was about to eat my little girl out. This was so wrong. I was her mother. I gave birth to her. I groaned, lowering my lips closer and closer to her and…

I almost forgot my husband’s reward.

“Becky, come eat my pussy,” I said.

“Sure, Mom,” Becky said.

“And Steve, honey, slide your dick into our daughter’s cunt. Get yourself all nice and lubed for my ass! You deserve a treat for being such a great husband and letting me have my little girls weekend.”

“Damn,” Steve groaned. It made me wonder if he was just thrilled with my gift or with the new me. Did the old me give him anal? What must our sex life have been? It must have been the most boring, vanilla thing in the world.

“Mom!” Sam groaned. “I’m trying not to be a brat, but I’m so wet it hurts! I have like blue ovaries or something!”

“Sorry,” I said.

I nuzzled my face into my daughter’s pussy. I rubbed against her shaved flesh. I groaned at the feel of her around me. That wonderful delight. My tongue flicked out, caressing her hot folds. Her body shuddered. A gasp burst from her lips. She clenched her pussy and arched her back. Her tits thrust out before her in her nightie, two little cones of youthful perfection. I gathered up her tart juices.

Reveled in the incestuous delights of my daughter.

Becky slipped between my thighs. She grabbed my rump and pulled me down to her mouth. I groaned as I settled down on her. Her tongue flicked out, caressing me. She darted through my folds, teasing me. I whimpered into Sam’s pussy, fluttering my tongue through her hot petals.

The bed creaked. Then Becky moaned into my snatch. I pictured my husband penetrating her, sliding into my daughter’s pussy. My cunt clenched. Heat shot through me. This wicked passion beat in my heart. It thudded through me I listened to the wicked sounds of his dick plunging into her.

“Oh, yes, Dad, fuck Becky’s cunt!” moaned Sam, her hands grabbing my hair. Her eyes fluttered. “Get yourself ready to fuck Mom’s ass while she eats me! She’s so good. Ooh, she’s had so much practice.”

“I have!” I purred, loving my life. All the women I’d been with.

Becky whimpered into my pussy. Her tongue felt nice. She was eager, but a little stiff. Her strokes a little hesitant. She could be more confident in her pussy licking, but she was still caressing all the perfect places inside of me. She was making me tremble and moan. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I lapped through Sam’s folds.

My husband grabbed my left butt-cheek and pulled it to the side. He pressed his cock with confidence on my sphincter. Like he knew I could take a good ass-fucking. Maybe the old me did let him do anal. I loved it up the ass.

He pressed his dick against my sphincter. My anal ring stretched before his lubed cock. I whimpered into Sam’s pussy, practically snorkeling in her tart, incestuous flesh. I jabbed my tongue deep into her as my husband’s cock penetrated into my bowels. My sheath gripped his cock as he sank into me. I whimpered, my nipples rubbing against the comforter.

At the same time, Becky’s tongue danced through my folds. She teased me. She caressed me as my husband bottomed out in my asshole. His balls rested on my taint. He groaned, hands sweeping down my body to grab my tits. They were full of confidence. He knew how to play with my body.

“Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck Mom’s asshole!” Sam purred, her fingers, buried in my hair, pulling me tight against my pussy. “Fuck her ass while she east me out! I’m going to cream her face!”

“Good, kumquat,” he grunted as he drew back his cock.

I groaned as the friction burned in my asshole. My bowels gripped him. I squeezed around him with all my passion, giving him delicious friction. I wanted him to be buried to the hilt in me. That wonderful bliss filling up my asshole. My eyes fluttered. There was just such a treat to being fucked up the ass by him while our daughter ate out my pussy.

Becky’s tongue grew surer. Bolder. She fluttered through my folds, teasing me. My juices poured out of me. She moaned as her tongue stroked up my labia to my clit. I gasped into Sam’s pussy, my bowels clenching around my husband’s plunging dick.

“Damn, yes!” growled Steve. “Oh, that’s good. Your asshole is tight!”

“I bet she is!” groaned Sam. “Fuck her hard, Daddy! Cum in Mom’s asshole. Let’s all cum together!”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. My hands gripped my daughter’s tush as I licked up to her clit. I sucked on her bud.

“Mom!” she gasped as my lips sealed about her little bud. Her tart juices filled my mouth as I suckled. “Oh, yes, Mom!”

“Is she driving you wild, honey?” Steve asked as he plunged into my asshole.”

“Uh-huh!” Sam groaned. “Oh, Daddy, I’m going to cum! Mom’s sucking on my clit! It’s so hot!”

Becky’s mouth moved to my clit. She latched onto it, sucking. I moaned, my breasts swaying as I shuddered. I nursed with hunger on one daughter’s bud while the other loved mine. It was so amazing. The incestuous thrill of this moment surged through me. I couldn’t wait to explode. To feel that rapture surging through my body.

It would be amazing. I would gasp and moan. My body would buck and shudder. Heat would surge hot through me. My eyes fluttered. My hips wiggled from side to side as the bliss built and built in me. It surged through me, driving me towards my climatic explosion. My husband’s cock pounding my asshole only fed my pleasure.

That hard, thick cock speared hot into my bowels again and again. I gripped him with hunger. I moaned around Sam’s clit as he plunged into my depths. His balls thwacked over and over into my taint as he squeezed my tits, kneading them as he grunted.

Sam squealed, “Mom!”

Hot juices bathed over my lips. I abandoned my daughter’s clit to lap up the juices gushing out of her climaxing pussy. I made my daughter orgasm. I gave her incestuous bliss for the first time in both our lives. It was incredible.

My clit throbbed in Becky’s hungry mouth.

My asshole squeezed down on my husband’s plunging dick.

I came.

My pussy convulsed. My bowels writhed around his dick. Pleasure shot through my body. A wave of heat rushed through me, surging through my body. I moaned about my daughter’s clit. Stars danced around in my eyes. The heat boiled through my brain.

“Mom!” Becky moaned between licks of my cunt, lapping up the cream gushing out of me.

“Shit, Linda!” my husband moaned, pounding his cock into my convulsing asshole.

“Cum in Mom!” howled Sam, bucking on the bed. “Just unload in her!”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Steve slammed into me. His dick buried to the hilt into my bowels. His balls smacked hard into my taint.

Hot cum jetted into my spasming depths. I groaned, missing that wonderful feeling of my husband flooding me. I hadn’t felt him spurt in me since Thursday night. The hot cum splashed into my anal depths, filling me as the pleasure rushed through my body.

Stars burst before me. I moaned into my daughter’s cunt, my body trembling. Becky’s tongue kept teasing me, keeping the bliss alive in me. It was an incredible experience. A wondrous treat to enjoy. Incestuous heat consumed me.

“Oh, yes, Mom,” moaned Sam. “Welcome home!”

As my husband fired his last blast of cum into my asshole, I felt welcomed home. It was all so different now. My husband had his powers. Our daughters were our lovers. I didn’t know what would be next.

I was eager for it.

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Sam Davis

“Mmm, just spread those thighs for me, baby,” Mom said as Becky took my place.

I buzzed from my orgasm. I ripped off my negligee as I scooted down the bed. Dad ripped his amazing dick, still wonderfully hard, out of Mom’s asshole. It was such a wicked treat to see her sphincter gaping open for a moment, her depths swimming with his cum.

I moved behind Mom, pried apart her plump butt-cheeks, and stared at her asshole. As Becky let out a squeal of delight, experiencing Mom’s amazing tongue, I leaned down and lapped my tongue up from her spicy pussy, across her taint, and to her naughty asshole. Already, Daddy’s cum was leaking out, the salty delight flavored by Mom’s sour asshole.

“Mmm, that’s a tempting treat,” Daddy said from behind me as I knelt there eating out Mom’s asshole.

“What is, honey?” Mom asked from between Becky’s thighs.

“Sam’s tight pussy. She’s dripping wet.”

I shuddered, feeling Daddy staring at my shaved folds. “Fuck my pussy, Daddy! I’ll clean your dick off!”

Such a dirty thrill ran through me at those words. I loved all aspects of anal sex. I was so glad our family was open. My tongue danced around her asshole, gathering the cum spilling out of her. My eyes were watching Becky. My busty, older sister peeled off her negligee, baring these big, pillowy tits. They were soft and delicious, swaying back and forth as she shuddered.

Mom was eating her pussy. She was the best woman at doing it. She put all my friends at college to shame. She might even be better than Daddy. Of course, he had that wonderful stubble, and it just felt so manly when he ate me out.

I thrust my tongue into my mother’s loosened asshole. Unlike Becky’s sphincter, I had no trouble getting into Mom and swirling around, searching for more of that yummy cum. The sour musk made me feel so wicked. Incestuous heat rippled through me.

“Oh, Mom, yes!” Becky moaned, her tits swaying as she bucked. She pushed up her glasses, her green eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, your tongue, Mom!”

“Enjoy, honey,” Dad said as he pressed his dirty cock against my pussy.

I whimpered in delight knowing I would enjoy this even more. Daddy’s dick pressed into me. That wonderful shaft slid into my pussy. My toes curled. The heat surged through me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. My heart pounded in my chest as he penetrated deeper and deeper into my snatch.

I squeezed my pussy down around his dick, buffing him clean. It was such a wicked thing to do. I moaned into my mother’s asshole, my fingers clenching into her butt-cheeks. Pleasure surged through me.

“Damn, kumquat!” Daddy grunted. “You got a tight pussy tonight.”

“Got to clean your dick!” I moaned, pulling my tongue out of Mom’s asshole.

“Oh, that’s filthy!” gasped Becky. “I kinda love it! It’s—” She squeaked in delight. “Oh, Mom, yes, wiggle that finger into my asshole!”

My own asshole tingled as I thrust my tongue into my mom’s bowels. Daddy pumped his cock in and out of my clenching cunt, my pussy walls washing his dick clean of this sour delight I feasted on. My tongue found more salty cum inside Mom. I groaned, playing around in there as the silky friction of Daddy’s cock pumping away in my cunt drove me wild.

He fucked me hard. He pounded me. He thrust that dick in and out of my cunt. The pleasure radiated through me. My eyes fluttered. I wiggled my hips from side to side, loving the bliss flowing through my body.

Heat built and built in me. My pussy clenched around his cock. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. This was the best. It was amazing. Daddy thrust again and again into me. He buried to the hilt in my depths.

“Damn, Sam!” He groaned, his right hand gripping my ass as he fucked me, squeezing my tush. His thumb swiped through my butt-crack. “You are so hot and tight. You’re cleaning my dick of your mother’s asshole!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned.

“Clean his dick, Sam!” Becky moaned. “Clean his dick while Mommy fingers my asshole and sucks on my clit! Oh, yes, yes! I’m going to cum!”

My sister licked her glossy lips. Her nose twitched. She squeezed her thighs around our mother’s head, her hips moving, grinding her snatch on Mom’s lips. I groaned, swirling my tongue around inside Mom’s asshole, loving our family fucking.

This was so amazing. I loved Daddy so much, and I was glad Mom was sharing this with us. Daddy could have all the women he wanted so long as I was one of them. So long as he loved me. I worked my hips, matching his thrusts as he plunged his cock into my cunt.

My juicy pussy had cleaned his dick. I had polished that thick cock pumping in and out of me. His balls smacked into my clit with every thrust while his thumb found my asshole. I gasped as he jammed his thumb into my asshole.

“Daddy!” I squealed, the sudden penetration sending a wave of heat that slammed into my pussy.

My snatch squeezed about Daddy’s cock. The silky friction building my orgasm was joined by the hot plunge of his thumb pumping in and out of my bowels. I squirmed, little stars dancing across my vision.

I swirled my tongue through Mom’s asshole, stirring her up as my orgasm threatened to consume me. Becky was gasping and moaning, maybe already cumming. Her moans spilled through the air as I squeezed my hot snatch around Daddy’s thrusting cock.

“Sam!” he groaned. “Damn, I’m going to cum! I want to spurt into you!”

“Yes!” Mom moaned. “Flood our daughter! Breed her!”

I came.

Those words set me off. “Yes, Daddy!” I squealed into my mother’s asshole. “Breed me!”

The pleasure surged like a tidal wave through my body. Incestuous rapture slammed through my flesh, flooding every inch of me. My asshole spasmed about his thumb while my pussy writhed and sucked at his plunging cock, hungry for his jizz.

He grunted, slamming into me. He drove that dick into my pussy. Becky was howling now, definitely cumming. Mom’s asshole writhed about my tongue, joining us in bliss. We were all gasping as the pleasure burned through my thoughts. It consumed me.

“That’s it, kumquat!” Daddy grunted and buried into me. “That’s so good!”

Daddy’s cum fired into me. That hot delight pumped into my pussy. Spurt after amazing spurt fired into me. I groaned, my body trembling as the heat washed through me. This naughty delight slammed through me. This wicked passion consumed my mind.

My thoughts melted beneath the onslaught. His cum spurted hot and deep into my snatch. It rippled through me. I groaned out in delight. My pussy milked his dick. More bliss rippled out of my pussy. I rode that wonderful tide of incestuous passion to the heights of rapture.

“Breed me, Daddy!” I moaned, delirious with rapture. I couldn’t think. My thoughts were drowned in ecstasy.

“I am, kumquat,” he grunted as he spilled in me.

I rested my head on my mother’s ass, my eyes squeezed shut, and enjoyed this delight. It was incredible to experience. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to keep surging through me forever and ever. A wondrous bliss that would devour me for eternity.

I loved my family.

“It’s my turn to get fucked, Daddy!” Becky said. “Sam, sit on my face. I’ll lick you clean!”

I grinned, my pussy clenching on Daddy’s hard dick. Yep, I definitely loved this family. “Let’s do it!”

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Steve Davis

It was a wild night. Wildest Monday night I’d ever had.

I lay back on my bed, naked, my daughters curled up on the foot of the bed and draped across it. Linda shook her head as she collected up the pizza boxes. “I bet you had a lot of pizza over the weekend.”

I winked at her. “We were… busy.”

“Mmm, so busy,” murmured Sam, held in her busty sister’s arms. “We’ll have pizza every night.”

“Oh, no we’re not,” Linda said. “We’re not having orgies every night.”

“Mom,” whined Sam.

She gave Sam a look. “It’s a school night. You should be in bed already. Orgies have to wait for the weekend.”

“But… but…” Sam’s lower lip quivered. “I like having sex.”

“You can have some sex,” Linda said on her way to the door. “But not like tonight.”

“Fine,” Sam huffed.

Becky hugged her tight and nibbled on her ear. “Mmm, we’ll have fun.” Becky sounded sleepy, her auburn hair spilling over her cheek. “But they’re right. We have to keep our grades up.”

“Ugh, you are such a nerd,” said Sam. Then a big yawn split her face.

Linda slipped out of the room, shaking her head. I leaned back, glancing at the clock. It was nearing midnight. Sam’s eyes fluttered closed. Becky hugged her from behind. The two girls slipped into sleep so fast. The way only youth could.

I smiled at them. They looked perfect. It was because of this app. I grabbed my phone, staring at the button. I opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out my list of things to change about Mayor Preston Wright and the three members of our town’s city council. I would make them more caring. More progressive. They would help the homeless instead of castigating nearby Seattle for trying to do the same.

The mayor and the council were always complaining about the homeless problem spilling over into our town.

Linda slipped back into the room as we came closer and closer to midnight. Only a few minutes left. She paused, her large breasts swaying before her. She stared down at our daughters sleeping away, stretched out across the foot of our large bed. My wife opened the closet and pulled out an afghan blanket. She draped it over our daughters, smiling in that motherly way.

“They’re beautiful,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I said.

Her eyes flicked to the phone. “It’s time?”

“Yep.” One minute to midnight. I hit the app.

Anael appeared beside my wife. She hugged Linda from behind, squeezing her tits. “So, doing boring things with your powers?”

“Boring things,” I said, opening up the search menu, looking out for the mayor to start the editing.

I worked fast. I had a list of things to change. To tweak the mayor’s social mores. He would be more helpful. More compassionate. He had all sort of hindering beliefs. He had this strange idea that taxes were bad and the homeless.

• “Taxes should be at the most minimum.”

• “Homeless people are in there situation because of the choices they made.”

I deleted that belief and replaced it with something better.

• “Taxes are how the government takes care of its people.”

• “The government takes care of its people.”

• “I will do everything to help those less fortunate.”

• “The homeless are people deserving of compassion and all the help the government can give.”

• “You have had an epiphany on how to view your role as mayor.”

I liked that last one. I didn’t want to have backward rippling of things. I wanted to witness the changes, not be surprised by them like I was about my changed wife. I worked through the options, making sure I had everything I wanted, then I switched over to Josefa Oleastro, a Latina woman. She was better, the most progressive on the city council, but even she had some nasty belief.

• “Homeless people are disgusting.”

I shook my head at that one.

• “I have to help homeless people because it makes me look good.”

That was another foul opinion she had. I gave her an epiphany so that she truly was compassionate and not faking it to look virtuous. I nodded my head now. I was happy about it. I glanced up at Anael. She was licking my wife’s pussy, the slender angel’s hips wiggling back and forth, her blonde hair swaying down her face.

“Having fun?” I asked her as I committed the changes to Councilwoman Oleastro.

“Someone has to,” said Anael. “You’re doing boring things, Steve.”

“Doing helpful things. Not selfish things.”

Her head turned around. “Isn’t it selfish? You’re doing this to make yourself feel better? Not because you actually care about the homeless. You’re just feeling guilty and want to alleviate it.”

“And?” I asked. “Does it matter if my motivations aren’t pure? Does that taint what I’m doing? All human actions are tainted by our own self-interest to some extent. So what?”

“You could start making a harem of schoolgirls instead. In a weak, you could have a stable of twenty-one hotties all catering to your every whim at your college. In a month, you could have eighty-four students under your power. You could just live a life of luxury at your school.”

“I’m not that perverted,” I said, my dick throbbing. I shook my head. I closed the app.

Anael vanished.

“So, did you do it?” my wife asked, unaware she that an angel had been eating her pussy while time was paused.

“I did it,” I said as she moved to the bed. Midnight came. A notification popped on my screen from my editing app.

“You have three new charges to use.”

“Now let’s do the other two.”

Just as my wife slipped in beside me, her large breasts pressing in my side, I tapped the screen. Anael appeared on the other side of me, her small breasts quivering. She snuggled up to me as I worked to fix Randal Ayers and Emilio Cattaneo. Emilio was particularly bad. He was a staunch R conservative. He thought people should be pulled up by their bootstraps and didn’t like any taxes. I shook my head as I cleaned him up and gave him his epiphany. Randal wasn’t too bad, but he still had strange views on how to help the homeless. He wanted to commit most of them to mental institutions. Just lock them away and ignore them.

No compassion.

“So, what are you going to do with your last charge for the day?” Anael asked. “Play with that naughty Nikkole?”

My dick twitched really hard. I closed the app before the angel could tempt me.

My wife shifted into motion, hugging me tighter, her head on my shoulder. “Mmm, you should get to changing them. It’s late.”

“Already done,” I said. “They’ll wake up tomorrow with epiphanies. They’ll start passing laws to help people. It’ll be amazing.”

She shook her head. “That’s so wonderful. Mmm, so you have one more charge left?”

“For tomorrow. Or, well, today.” I yawned. I was feeling the late hour.

Her hand slipped down my body and grasped my cock. “You’re hard. Thinking about one of those girls you teach?”

The tips of my ears burned hot. “Maybe.”

“A cute cheerleader?”

I swallowed.

Her hand squeezed on my dick. “You are. You’re thinking about a cheerleader, aren’t you?”

“Nikkole Vance.” I swallowed. “I’m just not sure.”

“Mmm, maybe save it in case you need it,” she said, half-stroking me.

“Sounds wise,” I said.

“Mmm, turn off the lamp,” she said. “You have work today, and I’m exhausted. Our girls are insatiable.”

I glanced down at our sleeping daughters at the foot of the bed. “Yes, they are.”

I smiled. Tomorrow would be an amazing day.

To be continued…

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