Family Affairs

Family Affairs

As Mellany reviewed her most recent text, she let out a sigh. It was the same one that she appeared to receive daily. Help us out, mom.Despite her affection for all three of her children, she longed for them to grow up and be independent. Certainly her two kids, who were cohabitating at the age of 23 and 26, ought to do the same. It was reasonable for her 18-year-old daughter to remain at home during her senior year of high school because she was far more independent and responsible than her older brothers.Mellany was still relatively youthful at 44 years old (especially considering she had a child who was 26 years old), but she had not had the opportunity to complete high school due to one crazy party and a torn condom.Years had passed since her marriage to her unresponsive ex-husband ended; she had received no child support payments and had gone years without hearing from him (no loss). She had a diverse employment history, but her most recent position was eight years as a waitress at Hooters. She was the center of attention at the restaurant thanks to her long, toned legs and a pair of 34DD's that her scary ex-boyfriend had bought for her. Although the job was physically demanding and paid poorly, the tips were excellent.She lived paycheck to paycheck and was constantly worried about paying her own bills and her boys' seemingly endless expenses because she still had a child at home and would do everything for her two relatively uninspired sons.She replied to the text, "I'm on my way," as she departed from her nine-hour shift at work.She got in her car and headed to the trailer that she had purchased for the boys with nearly all of her funds and a little bequest from their grandpa.On the way there, a question that had been plaguing her for a while came back to mind: how would she handle her boys? Even though it was becoming ridiculously old for them to be so reliant on her, she still enjoyed being needed. When her daughter Ashley left for college a few months ago, she was filled with dread at the prospect of the inevitable empty nest syndrome. While her boys were carefree and unmotivated, Ashley was the antithesis of that.However, she wished desperately that her sons would adore her and not behave badly like her scumbag ex. Due to the protracted nature of that failed relationship, she had grown cynical about males in general, with the exception of her two boys.After a long shift, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to get home and soak in the tub. The trailer, which appeared to be the dwelling of two unmarried men in their twenties, was just as she had imagined it: she pulled up, parked, and entered.It was as if a tornado had already hit, and then another one had arrived to make everything worse.Tired and frustrated that no matter how many times she cleaned up this house, it always seemed worse, she sighed again. As she walked in on them lounging on their lazy boy chairs—gifts from her—and playing a video game—another gift from her—she grumbled, "You two really need to start cleaning up after yourselves." She felt like she was repeating herself.Her younger brother Max glanced up to appreciate his mother's enormous tits and stunning legs in those skimpy Hooters hosiery, and he responded, "We try." He couldn't help but wonder how she would react if she knew they meticulously planned when to invite her over so they could intimately examine her body while she was at work. He also wondered how she would react if she knew they were planning to fuck her all the time. The brothers were attractive slobs who often tag-teamed a local MILF, making her act out scenes from their mother's spit roasts and occasional double-penetrations."Do you?" she asked with a sigh, taking up a pizza box that had obviously been lying around for a few days. "It looks to me like you haven't budged from your chairs since the last time I was here.""Looks can be deceiving, Mom. There are times when we have to get up and pee," Lewis said, ever the sage."I'm surprised you don't just put diapers on your slow posteriors to fix that," Mellany stated, showing signs of mild exhaustion and significant irritation.Lewis mentioned that it was a good concept."I was being sarcastic," she said with a sigh and a head shake. "What did you need me for?""The oven isn't working," Lewis exclaimed.Instead of being startled that it wasn't working, Mellany asked, "Do you actually use it?" when asked if they had tried using it."Yeah, we tried to make nachos," Max remarked. His attention wandered from the game due to his mom, and his avatar was slain."You were completely oblivious to that sniper, you moron," Lewis said, accusing."I seemed to lose focus," Max said.With a knowing grin on his face, Lewis declared, "Of course you did." He knew just what had diverted his younger brother's attention. Both agreed that their mother was attractive when they discussed fucking her, but Max was completely smitten.She suggested, "Let me take a look," as if she were to investigate the matter further.To his mother, "You're the best," Lewis replied as he went on to play.Mellany finally found out what had happened after a few bewildering minutes: the breaker had tripped. The oven clock returned after she turned it over, though she remained perplexed as to why it had disappeared."How was your job search today?" Mellany inquired upon her return.“Good,” Max responded."Where did you apply?"Falsely stating, "A few places," Max remained in the house the entire time."I hope you two are taking getting full-time jobs seriously," remarked the mother. "I can't afford to keep bailing you out."Despite the sons' repeated exposure to this message, the mother consistently raised the required amount."We'll get out there tomorrow, I promise," stated Max. "Right, Lewis?"Lewis replied, "Yeah, tomorrow," but he wasn't sure what he was agreeing to and assumed the other person wouldn't support his decision. For the free popcorn and movies, he continued working at the cinema he had when he was sixteen, which he did twice a week."You two had better," Mellany remarked, her voice filled with growing concern for her brothers. What would happen if she was injured? Without her, they would actually go hungry.As he gazed at her figure, Max uttered the word "promise," a mixture of admiration and remorse for his lack of commitment. Their mother adored taking care of them, as Lewis had persuaded him.She whispered to her kid, "You'd better," as she embraced him tightly, her voice filled with pain.Max was well aware that he would be ranting about those tits in his room in just a few minutes.With the understanding that he wouldn't get off his behind, she uttered the words "bye, Lewis" and proceeded to approach him, bending down to plant a kiss on his cheek."Bye, Mom, I love you," he whispered as he fatally shot someone.While his mom momentarily leaned forward, Max gazed at her gorgeous, toned posterior. He would really enjoy fucking that ass. It was obvious to him; he clearly liked a woman's behind more than her lips or pussy.Upon rising to her feet, Mellany beheld her younger son's intense gaze fixed on her behind. Over the last several months, this has become increasingly apparent to her. People, both male and female, would often gawk at her. From head to toe, she was aware of her incredible figure. Her tits, her one and only physical flaw, were suddenly sensational thanks to the operation. She has always had lovely features, a toned posterior, and long, strong legs; she was a gymnast and a famous beauty pageant contender. Still, she had a knack for falling for men who seemed too wonderful to be true, and they always turned out to be. A year ago, she decided she didn't want any more orgasmic experiences, so she started getting them from her rabbit, which was a great and easy alternative. However, she had to confess that she had been longing for cock—genuine cock—for a while.That evening, she decided to study up on the topic of child motivation online. While most of the talks were with younger children, she came across one that truly astonished her. It was a tiny subculture centered around a handful of Japanese moms who were using the tried-and-true method of using sex to motivate their slacking-off sons to step up their academic game. She was astounded! It didn't add up; it seemed unbelievable!Because of this, she embarked on an exhaustive web search that astounded her. In addition to thousands of porn and erotica offers, there were hundreds of purportedly academic forums and dozens of incest discussion groups online.Sigmund Freud's hypothesis that all sons have wished for sex with their mothers at one point or another startled her when she heard about the Oedipus Complex.She came upon a multitude of incestuous stories uploaded by authors as she went through Literotica, a website she had never come across before. The vast majority of them, she realized, were tales involving mothers and sons, and those