Jane shuddered through the last pleasant tremors of her second cum that morning and rinsed under the shower. Then she stepped from the tub and toweled herself dry. Danny watched as his mother's enormous tits wobbled and swung with her vigorous drying, then he caught his breath as she ran the edge of the towel through the deep crack of her ass. Her plump, shaking ass cheeks seemed to clench at the towel, and he wondered if the rough nap was tickling her bung.

It was the first time Danny had even thought about his mother's asshole, and he felt a bit guilty since that part of the body was supposed to be dirty, not exciting. But he couldn't help feeling excitement at the thought of her damp, naked asshole. Would it be small and wrinkled, or pouting and smooth? And would she have any hair around it?

Then Jane began to dress, and Danny lingered until her tits and ass disappeared. When all of his mother's goodies were out of sight, he went back to his room. She'd be fixing breakfast soon, so he took off his pajamas and started to dress. His balls ached and he wanted to get outside and jerk off in the bushes as soon as possible. He grinned as he thought of how many times he'd watered his mother's flowerbed with his jism. But he usually did that at night, after everyone was in bed. He'd open his window, stick out his cock, and let his cum fly into the darkness. Sometimes he imagined some lost hiker – a girl – wandering by as his jism flew through the air, and opening her mouth to yawn just in time to catch a big, sticky glob.

But that was only one of his daydreams. He had hundreds, and most involved his mother and his aunt. The smell of bacon and eggs filtered through to his mind, and he slapped his cock down and trotted to the kitchen. His younger sister Mary was already at the table, hungrily wolfing down the food, and Danny patted the top of her head as he passed.