Chapter 2 - The Confirmation 

The next morning, the Sinclair kitchen and dining room were almost like a regular morning. Almost. The faint smell of coffee from the coffee machine - an expensive Jura, which Sarah had insisted they buy. However, today, the kids felt an undeniable undercurrent of tension as they went about their normal morning routine.

Jason sat at the table, tense, as he wolfed down his usual Raisin Bran cereal with milk. He grabbed his spoon a little harder than usual, eyes down. Because whenever he raised his eyes, they kept darting to his mother’s chest. His mother was wearing a loose tank top, which showed a lot of cleavage and even some side boobs every time she moved forward. That cleavage which he had seen bare last night, bouncing on screen while she rode some stranger’s cock. He couldn't remove that image imprinted in his brain, and so tried to focus on his breakfast. 

Emma saw Jason's discomfort, and also that Mom's cleavage was almost popping out. Her nipples could be seen through that gauzy tank top. "Imagine how soft they’d feel in your hands, how tasty in your mouth," she teased him, her hands on his thighs, as she drank her coffee - black with a dash of milk (milk, never cream) and half a teaspoon of sugar.

Jason almost choked on his cereal. 

Across them, Lily nibbled her 'toast,' toast spread with Nutella and peanut butter (no one really understood this combination), topped with apples, bananas, and strawberries. She preferred La Colombe vanilla draft latte rather than the 'sludge' (her words) that came out of her mom's expensive Jura. She was lost in thought today, though. Unlike her elder siblings, who were ogling at their mother, she kept glancing at her father - his calm demeanor, the way he scrolled through emails on his iPad without a care in the world. 

Does he know? Does he approve? Or was Mom keeping secrets from him, too?

She loved Dad and knew she was the favorite and the most spoiled. She was her daddy's "princess" and took full advantage of that fact. 

But Mom, Jesus Christ, Mom was oblivious to any of the thoughts that the kids had. Sitting in her casual tank top and shorts that Sarah Sinclair had worn to sleep. Her hair still messy, she was on her phone doing the daily Wordle. She was humming as she tapped the phone with her red nails - those same red nails that were around some stranger's cocks yesterday and so many days before. 

"Ah! Got it," she announced, flashing a smile to all. "Today’s word is  - 'LUSTY'"

Emma nearly snorted into her coffee.

Lily bit the toast harder.

Jason definitely choked on his cereal this time. 

Dad barely glanced up. "Good for you, honey."

Breakfast continued with mundane chatter about schedules, Lily talking about her class, Jason complaining that the Spectrometry lab machine was down and they had to submit a project, Emma talked about the college application, and that she was behind on her LSAT prep (well, she was otherwise preoccupied), and her boring paralegal job. 

Dad announced, “Anyways, I’m heading out to the airport from the office. I need to go to New York today to meet the board and 2 customers. I'll be back by the weekend, probably Sunday if I can swing by Aunt Mary.”

"I'll miss you, Dad," Lily pouted. "I'll miss you too, Princess, but I'll be back soon," replied Daddy, smiling at Lily.

"And Mom?" Lily ventured, her voice thick with anticipation. "What are you doing today? Any plans"

Mom took a sip of tea (so much for expensive coffee machines - Sarah still loved her tea). She brought the mug, which the children had given to her on Mother's Day. It read, 'Best f*cking Mom, ever.' Oh the irony, to her lips in a way that made Jason’s stomach twist. "Oh, just seeing some clients at three," she said without looking up. "Shouldn’t take too long."

Clients.

Emma’s eyes met Jason’s and Lily's. The three looked at each other. 

They all knew exactly what kind of clients Mom was meeting. And they needed to see them too.

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By 2:50 PM, all three of the Sinclair siblings had come home.

They’d all found a way to come home - Jason just didn't attend his Organic Chemistry class, Lily 'had a doctor's appointment' (with a note conveniently written by Emma), and  Emma herself 'had a splitting migraine and couldn't concentrate anymore.'

Emma had shut down the Nest before she arrived, so their 'Alexa' wouldn't alert 'Someone is at the front door' and opened the garage door for the other two to come in. Jason had picked up Lily from her school and drove in. 

They met in Emma's room, not wanting to cause noise on the main floor, which could be heard downstairs in the basement.

Mom always 'worked' in the basement. This is where she met her clients. The basement had a large space for recreation (pool table, wet bar), but it also had two rooms which her mom had taken for meeting her customers, either for wellness or interior design. These rooms were out of bounds for the family since she didn't want her design studio to be disturbed. There was also a bathroom with a toilet and a shower on the side of the rooms. There was a separate entrance in the basement from the back. Their house, being a corner plot, had an easy entrance/exit from the side without having to trudge to the back of the house.

The siblings were starting to understand how this setup helped her mom. They, led by Emma, quickly went to the basement together. They had removed their shoes and walked surreptitiously on the carpeted floor. They held their breaths as they saw a stranger come out of the bathroom and enter the bedroom, and fortunately for them, didn't close it completely. The setup was such that they could see everything inside the room and be hidden as long as they remained a foot behind, behind two long pillars for columnar support.

They could see into the room, its door left ajar by the stranger. 

They heard first - laughter, talk, and then the unmistakable sound of zippers being opened. 

Then they saw.

Inside, the scene was a live-action replica of their mother’s videos. 

A professional lighting setup illuminated the center of the room with a parabolic umbrella and tripods. Then they saw her. Mom - their Mom - was naked on that familiar leather couch, her legs spread obscenely wide. They could see her view on the screen in front of Mom, which allowed her to do scenes and check how it was being recorded. Two men - the stranger who just walked in, who was a muscular man of about 30, and a younger, lean boy of maybe early 20s, stood over her, their cocks already hard as they jerked them in their hands to keep them hard. A woman, also naked like Mom, knelt beside Mom, lazily stroking herself while watching the setup.

And then they saw the man behind the camera—Tim.

Timothy Callahan.

Dad’s best friend and former law partner.

Jason’s blood turned to ice. Lily and Emily had their hands on their mouth. 

"You ready, Sarah?" Tim’s voice was low, professional.

Mom grinned, stroking the muscular man’s thick length. "Been ready all day. Can't wait for this scene."

Then the fucking began.

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The Sinclair siblings watched in stunned silence as their mother became the star of her own filthy production.

The muscular man hooked Mom’s legs over his shoulders and shoved his cock into her with a single brutal thrust. She wailed, her back arching off the couch for a second before coming back, her nails - with the same red nail polish which she used to do Wordle, digging into the couch.

"Oh fuck, yes! Right there! That was so clean! Fucking love it!"

The leaner man fed her his cock to her mouth, moving her head slightly so she could open it and take it all in. They heard Tim saying something, and the leaner guy moved slightly right to ensure a clearer view of the camera on them. He was guiding her head as she sucked him with practiced ease, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth, her red lipstick leaving trails as her mouth sucked more and more, her eyes open with pleasure, looking straight at the camera - her fans.

The woman, who was a very pretty black woman with thick black hair and dark pussy lips, attached her face to Mom's pussy and licked Mom’s clit in slow, teasing circles. Her black skin was opposite to Mom's white skin, creating an art in contrast. A fucking lewd art.

The woman's fingers slipped inside Mom’s stretched pussy alongside the muscular man’s cock, creating a double filling inside Mom's pussy.

Emma thought of the cock and finger together and couldn't imagine the sensations going through Mom. She pressed her thighs together to stop the flow building in her and soaking her panties. Jason’s breath came in ragged and deep breaths - he was trying to control his breathing. Lily’s fingers clutched Emma’s wrist hard enough to leave a red mark, as she felt her own panties completely wet.

They watched as Mom did it all. She moaned, begged, screamed—was it all an act, or did she enjoy it? She was fucking first one, then the other, both—the siblings realizing that this had become her speciality—while eating the woman. Her pussy and ass were the main characters, and doing things to the strangers, her mouth and hands were supporting characters, not far behind. She was getting stuffed, fucked, and then some.

But she was in complete control. It was a show all about her. Always looking at the camera. And smiling - whenever her mouth was free, of course.

The camera never stopped rolling.

When the men finally came, they came coordinated- one filling Mom’s mouth, the other her pussy - the black woman smiled and kissed her deeply, licking the mess from Mom’s lips as they shared a deep kiss and looked at the camera. The 3 co-stars got up and went to the bathroom, with the muscular man slapping the woman's ass. The siblings quickly hid behind the pillar to avoid detection.

Then they looked and saw that Tim had stepped forward. He had shut the camera and was unbuckling his belt.

"That was perfect. Hmm.. good girl," he murmured, guiding Mom’s mouth to his cock, already rock hard. He didn't even bother to ask. 

Jason felt sick. Emma felt hot. Lily was trembling.

Emma made a mental note that Tim's cock was thick, really thick. 

Mom took Tim’s cock like she’d been starving for it, and with an ease that was no longer a show, but a desire. She swallowed every inch before bobbing her head on the cock, her lips now obscenely wide, the red lipstick already smudged except the edges.

This hit them closer than anything they had seen. Tim was practically family. 

"Such a good fucking slut," Tim moaned as she sucked him. He was almost face-fucking her, holding her head and bouncing it on his cock.

And Mom made gurgling noises as she sucked him. She was literally drooling, with spit dribbling down her chin.

She wasn't just enjoying; she was savoring. 

When Tim came, she took it all - every drop, and then some. She then licked her lips to make sure she captured everything and smiled up at him.

"Thanks for doing this today, Timmy," she said as if he had just taken out the trash. "You're always welcome," he said and moaned as she kept sucking and licking his cock even after it had lost its rigidity.

Was Tim her lover? Did Dad know? Was he the villain?

The siblings exchanged glances - glances of horror, excitement, revulsion, lust, and desire.

They needed to leave before they got caught. So they did. Quietly.

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Back in Emma’s room, they sat in charged silence.

Emma pulled up Mom’s OnlyFans on her laptop. The newest video, which was just uploaded, had already had thousands of views.

And this time, they saw it from the front.

The angles were graphic. Every shot was designed to showcase Mom’s debauchery: her stretched lips, her dripping cunt, her ecstasy-twisted face as she took cock after cock. And smiling.

It should have repulsed them.

Instead, Jason was painfully hard again.

Emma hugged him, her fingers making trails up and down his thigh. "Bet she’d be so proud of how much you like watching her like her fans," she murmured. "Only like we're her OnlyFam!" laughing at her own joke.

Lily laughed and then whimpered, looking at the video, her hand drifting to her own lap.

Jason swallowed thickly. He was still not sure about this. "We shouldn’t…."

Emma pressed a finger to his lips. "But we have. But we want to. But we will.."

And just like that, the dam broke.

Emma lifted her leg and climbed onto Jason’s lap with a hunger that surprised even herself. Their mouths came close together, their lips opening naturally, as Emma's tongue entered Jason's mouth to find his. There was no hesitation. Jason kissed his sister, hugging her tightly, her boobs pressed to his chest, passionately, but still the protective brother. He was sure she could feel the strained sweatpants where his cock was straining to be free.

"Fuck, Emma..." he managed between ragged breaths.

"Soon, Jason, soon, " she interrupted him and smiled at Jason, and he snorted.

Lily was already moving down. She wasn't feeling romantic. She was feeling horny. And she could see something that could help her with that. Her delicate fingers took Jason’s waistband, tugged his sweats down just enough to free his thick, aching cock, and again admired its size.

Emma felt the cock raw against her back. She broke the kiss, staring down at her brother’s proud length, which Lily had unveiled. Jason's cock was a proud specimen - veiny and flushed, glistening at the tip where pre-cum was already coming out, twitching as if it had a life of its own. "Jesus, Jay," she breathed into his ears, unable to resist swiping her fingers across the wetness before bringing it to her lips, and licking it salaciously, making both Lily and Jason moan.

Lily didn’t wait, couldn't wait. She leaned down, wrapping her pretty lips around the head with a swirl of her tongue that drew a sharp gasp from Jason, who groaned and would have screamed if not for Emma's tongue stopping it.

"Been imagining this all day today," Lily whimpered, dragging her tongue up Jason’s shaft before taking him deep in her mouth, so deep that Emma looked down and could see the faint bulge on her sister’s throat. 

The sight was full of love. 

But the scene was also obscene.

And it was more depraved with Mom's video playing on the laptop.

Sarah's moans and grunts emanated from the laptop as she took two cocks in her at the same time, double penetrated. Her sound was blending perfectly with Jason’s choked curses as Lily worked him over, and Emma was planting wet kisses on Jason. But Emma needed more. 

"Jason. I need you. I  need to feel you. In me," Emma gasped, yanking her shirt over her head before getting out of her skirt and panties, her pussy shaved, pussy lips wet from all the arousal of watching Mom, kissing Jason, and seeing Lily suck their brother's cock. Lily followed suit, stripping even quicker - quick removal of her straps let her dress fall, and she removed her soaked panties. Emma picked up Lily's panties and sniffed them - then, grinning, gave them to Jason to sniff. 

Jason’s pupils were wide as he inhaled his sister's arousal. His chest was heaving as he smelled the panties and took in the sight of his sister, now kneeling naked before him, his cock twitching violently in Lily’s grasp, as they gave a quick double blow job. Oh heavens, he thought, this was porn, and he was transported in it.

"Yes, fuck me like that, fuck me harder." Mom's sounds came from the actual porn playing on the laptop. 

Emma's fingers traced circles around Lily’s entrance, her little sister whimpering at the touch, and wanting more. She then brought up her fingers to Jason’s lips. "Taste her directly," she cooed, pressing her moist fingers against his parted lip, and removing the panties, which were still at Jason's nose.

Jason groaned around her fingers, sucking eagerly, tasting his sister, his hips bucking off the bed when they started double blowing him. Emma and Lily licked the sides and met at the top to let their tongues touch. And then went back to sucking. First Lily and then Emma, and then Lily. 

"Now, Jason. Now. Fuck me while I eat her out," Emma ordered, turning on all fours, presenting herself to Jason, beckoning him with her ass, and positioning her mouth between Lily’s thighs. Lily got up on the bed to have herself eaten out by Emma.

Lily yelped as Emma’s tongue touched her pussy - all the built-up heat meeting the tool that can quell that desire - Emma's tongue that swirled around her pussy. Emma licked her labia from down to up and up to down, pausing to blow little breaths on the clit.  Lily's back arched beautifully - always the gymnast. Emma whimpered as she ate her sister, but her noise became sinful praise when Jason positioned himself behind Emma, dragging his cock up and down her folds, teasing her. Then he pushed it in.

"Motherfucker!" Emma wailed against Lily’s sex, her fingers digging into her sister’s thighs as Jason filled her completely. Jason thought of the curse that Emma just said, and his lips curled into a smile as he thought That’s what he wants to be. A Motherfucker. To fuck his mom. A glance at the video, seeing her mother being fucked by a stranger - and he felt something different now - jealousy? 

They moved together in filthy unison -  Emma’s tongue working on Lily’s pussy and clit, while Jason fucked her relentlessly from behind, and Emma pushed back on Jason, her pussy lips squeezing...