"Huh? When did little Greg get this big?"

Hannah murmured.

Deep in her fever dream, all she could see was Greg, Miles’ dad.

The strong scent coming from him was so familiar and vivid. Not even a decade had worn it out, instead his cock got ridiculously big. Almost half the size of her wrist. A thick pulsating flesh with veins stretching over it.

"Hmmmm-" Hannah smiled and began to stroke it, grinding her body against him at the same time.

Years of starvation were finally going to pay off, but first she had to indulge the sensation of little Greg’s new size. Wanting to feel it with her palm before it entered her.

" Can it even enter me?" She murmured but didn’t get any response, only a hot fiery breath that oozed onto her face.

She kept stroking, her hand reached the base and squeezed the ball sack. Massaging it softly before moving up to stroke the pulsating length.

She kept stroking, ten minutes later, little Greg had gotten harder than ever instead of cumming.

This was strange...

"Little Greg..." she murmured, surprised that it hadn’t ejected its white slimy substance yet.

This caused Hannah to stop and reflect on the sensation of her hand wrapped around it. Focusing on it, she discovered that something was strangely amiss.

"Little..."

Then realisation hit, a wave of sadness mixed with grief.

’Greg is.... Dead.’

Her eyes instantly shut open, Hannah was stunned to see that the room was dark. She was clinging onto someone with her breasts pressed firmly against the person.

Also in her other hand, something pulsated, feeling hot and hard at the same time.

Her eyes glinted, taking in her surroundings.

’Am I really holding a dick?’ she thought, intuitively tightening her grip, questioning her reality while Miles held his breath, sensing the strangeness.

A stiff Stepson pretending to be asleep and a shocked step mother who was trying not to believe what she actually held.

’Shit! She’s awake.’

Miles thought. His body was overwhelmed with so much thrill than he had ever felt. His heart thumped faster in excitement.

Hannah was holding his dick and awake.

Meanwhile...

’Miles?’

Hannah managed to form a thought after a long moment of shock.

This was the only possible scenario. There couldn’t possibly be any other person in her room or so close to her for them to share the same bed.

’Or am I even in my house?’

She switched to the worst possible scenario, but then there was a soft pang in her head and events of a few hours ago flashed in her mind.

She had gone to drink in the bar, got drunk and Miles mysteriously appeared to carry her in his arms like a hero.

The memory, or rather the moment had been so cherished that she remembered it so vividly. There was no way she was mistaken.

Furthermore, the scent emanating from him, proved to be rather familiar.

The softness and familiar warmth of her bed and room.

’Huh?’

There was also someone snuggling close to her body. The space was tight.

’Cassie?’ She thought in a daze, piquing her ears attentively and listened to the rhythmic breathing from her surroundings.

’One, two...’

An image of her and her children lying on the bed instantly formed in her mind.

’So this...’ She instinctively stroked the pulsating hardened flesh her palm could barely contain, weighing it— ’...is Miles’ dick?’

Her heart instantly skipped a beat when she came to truly realise what it was. She let go and withdrew her hand, her face completely flushed.

’Miles’ dick.’ the word continuously repeated itself in her mind. She clenched her hand, feeling it had lost the warmth it once contained.

Her breathing turned erratic, then she clenched his arm wanting to relieve herself of the sudden realisation, only to stop— becoming aware that she was actually snuggling into someone.

’Wait, what am I doing?’

She reached her trembling hands up and touched his chest, feeling its shaped muscles.

’Oh no, with the way I’m holding his arm... I’m probably the reason he chose to sleep with me... they too.’

Everything became clear and Hannah nervously bit her lips, ashamed that she actually got drunk and let her children see her struggles.

’But what can I do now?’

Her breasts were pressed against Miles’ arm, so she cautiously raised her head to glance at his face. In the darkness, it was barely visible, but it was enough to see his eyes were closed and he appeared to be sleeping soundly.

’

She heaved a sigh of relief and arched back down.

’I caused his dick to become hard...’ As a mother, she felt guilty, but at the same time her mind drifted to the pulsating sensation and rough vein she felt.

She blushed.

’How can he have such a big dick?’

Her mind drifted to the innocent face, how he often blushed when teased, when caught staring at her boobs or when conversing on the dinner table.

How could she have imagined he had something like this inside his pants all this while?

Remembering what she did in the dream, she doubtfully touched her lips, squeezing her thighs to hold back the sensation.

’No way... He’s asleep, we couldn’t have possibly kissed right?

Yes, yes. He’s 17, he can’t be that good either.’

Her heart trembled.

’Is he truly asleep?’

If stroking his cock in that dream had been real, then there was a high chance the fierce exchange of her kissing Greg happened.

’Stop Hannah, he’s your son.’ She reprimanded herself.

’Your son huh? Saying that while already set from the thought of it. You wished it happened didn’t you?’

She tried to rebut that conscious thought but couldn’t.

’His dick...’ she was more than tempted to touch but felt silly and nervous. Her daughters were around after all.

’Curse you Hannah, why did you stop?’

Miles could only curse, forcing himself to steady his breath.

A torturing silence ensued afterwards. He couldn’t sleep, and neither could Hannah.

Just as he was considering to quit and let Hannah know he was awake, perhaps she would pick from where she stopped. There was a sudden ruffling sound and a sneaky hand reached out to touch his chest.

The hand touched him a few times but didn’t find what it was searching for so it slowly glided down.

He could have sworn it was Hannah, but he already felt her body pressed against him freeze, and her breathing slowing down, gripping him with both hands.

That meant the hand had crossed over her body to reach him.

’Deb?’

Miles first thought, but this speculation ended instantly when the petite hand grabbed his cock and froze.

’Cassie?’

He inhaled deeply and exhaled.

_

Meanwhile, next to Hannah, Cassie froze and tried to register the sensation in her hand. It was hot, hard, rigid and pulsed.

Her breath was taken away when she grabbed it.

For the first time in her life, she held a dick. Her step-brother’s dick.

She felt both complicated and thrilled by the reality, so savoured the sensation for a few extra seconds before her thoughts sprang once more.

’I can’t even hold it very well.’ she thought in a daze, readjusting her grip around it and whole body heating up, especially down there.

’Huh? Why is his dick out?’

She suddenly realised she hadn’t pulled the monstrosity from his pants but met it standing upright in the air.

’Pervert, he pulled his dick out and left it to cool off between four ladies.’

Cassie smiled at the thought and began stroking the dry shaft like it was a new toy.

Wrapping her fingers around the tip, she felt the pool of precum above it and scooped it.

’What’s that?’ She rubbed the slimy substance between her fingers and brought it to her lips to taste it.

Blushing right afterwards.

’It’s his precum.’ she thought, recalling the scene in a story she once read.

While she savoured the taste, Miles felt he was close to cumming and clenched his teeth, hoping dearly that Cassie would continue whatever her curiosity led her to.

Beside him, Hannah was going through a whole new dilemma upon discovering that one of her daughters was secretly stroking her stepson.

The moment passed in tense silence as all three participants endured the thrill of the night with one completely oblivious that she had been caught by the other two.

Cassie resumed to stroke Miles’ dick.

While doing so, she figured out that the thing seemed to like it when she moved her hand much faster around it so she kept going fast till it suddenly stiffened and something sticky shot out of it.

"Argh." A stifled groan echoed through the room, causing both women to freeze.

Pretending to be fast asleep, Miles clenched his toes and resumed breathing normally.

_

’One.. two ... four...’

Cassie counted every jolt till she felt the sticky liquid soak her grip and rigid monster quickly deflated like a balloon.

’Hehehe, that should do it.’