You stepped out of your pajama bottoms and kicked them completely aside, leaving yourself as naked as your mother. You were just an average eighteen year-old boy, only with massive heaving tits and a softening dick that just shot a load into your mom's gaping ass.
Now that your mom was always nude, open to sex at all times, AND insanely well-hung, she was now the most amazing woman in the world to you.
You wondered if there was a way to possibly create more of her...
Stepping over to the counter nearby, you picked up the remote yet again.
Starting off, you aimed it at your mom and selected her. Her name appeared on screen with a blip!
Looking over all the tiny buttons on the remote, you found one that said "Copy/Paste". You eagerly clicked that button, then turned the remote toward the empty chairs at the kitchen table. You clicked the button again.
ZAP!
Now sitting in one of the chairs was an exact copy of your nude futa mother. In one hand she held open one of her romance novels, which she read while she idly stroked her huge cock with her other hand.
Your now rapidly re-hardening penis lurched with sudden excitement.
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
You pressed the button three more times, each time aiming at the remaining empty chairs at the table. Three more perfect copies of your beautiful mom appeared.
One had her arms stretched across the table toward another, who was manicuring her nails. The last one had her chair pushed away from the table altogether, and was hunched over passionately slurping up and down on her big throbbing schmeat. Her eyes were rolled back in pleasure as she impressively effortlessly swallowed half her thick length over and over.
Incredible. You now had FIVE moms. Five hot amazing voluptuous big-dicked MILF moms.
It was almost enough to make you cum again purely from the sight.
The mom being manicured grew a sly smile as she slowly raised one of her soft dainty feet and pressed it against the fat sweaty nutsack of the mom doing her nails. That mom-copy moaned as the invading foot sensually massaged her heavy testicles.
"Mmmf, you want me to finish?" the manicuring mom asked with a grin, "or do you just wanna head into our room and have sex?"
The other mom laughed. "You can finish, haha! I'm just really horny right now!"
"Hey, I am too. We are the same person, after all."
Your mom-copy that was reading the romance novel looked up at the two of them and smiled at their horniness and mirth. The auto-fellating mom just continued fucking her own throat with her own penis.
So, all your moms think independently, but since they're all the same person their thoughts are always going to be similar. Interesting.
It was just then your sister Jenny reentered the kitchen. She had a huge stain in her crotch from copious vaginal juices. Her face was red and her eyes were filled with lust.
"Hey, um, moms?" she asked, causing all five of her mothers to look over at her. "I think I'm gonna need a little more than just some cunnilingus this morning. Do you mind if I borrow a couple of you to have some fun in my room?"
Your manicuring mom beamed at her. "Oh, of course not, sweetie! You know you could have all of us right now if you wanted to! Which of us do you want this morning?"
Your original mom shut the dishwasher with a triumphant huff, starting its cycle before wiping her hands off with a rag. "Well! I just finished the dishes. And after the pounding our son just gave me I'm about ready to burst, haha! I don't need any extra encouragement to fuck the pussy I just feasted on!"
She walked over to your sister, massive erect dick swinging back and forth with each step. Once reaching her position, she surprisingly took both of your sister's hands and leaned forward to kiss. Not a moment later, the two of them were making out passionately, tongues swirling and slurping between their lips.
"I guess I'll go too," the copy of your mom reading the novel said, inserting a bookmark between two pages before closing the book. "If I don't give myself a distraction now, I'll be absorbed in that book all day, haha!"
"Ooh, which book is that?" the mom receiving the manicure asked.
"It's called Brat's Wurst," the other mom answered as she stood up from her chair. "It's about a stuffy rich young lady with a particularly fat sausage who loses her father's inheritance and has to work in a meatpacking plant with a bunch of hot -- and loose -- men."
"Oh that sounds lovely! Do you mind if I start reading it while you go have sex with Jenny?"
"No, not at all!"
The mom who had been reading the novel walked over to the opposite side of your sister as the one currently frenching her. She reached over and slipped three fingers down Jenny's yoga pants and into her sopping pussy. Jenny gasped and broke off the kiss with your original mom, only to lean over the other way and kiss the mom now fingering her gushing slit.
Your original mom chuckled. "Ahahalright, you two. Let's head up to your room, honey. You know how much I love fucking you on your bed."
Jenny broke off from her kiss with the other mom, a string of saliva connecting their lips. She was panting heavily, like a dog in heat.
"Yes," she breathed. "I need you both so fucking bad!"
The two moms next to her smiled lovingly, then took one of her hands each as they lead her out of the kitchen. They were assuredly heading up the stairs to your sister's room, and you definitely wanted a front-row seat to the festivities, so you decided to follow.
Exiting the kitchen, you came to a stop once you entered the living room.
A wide open space of carpet was presented to you, a nice big sofa on one side, a large wooden entertainment center and large TV on the other.
Your horny thoughts got the better of you.
Raising the remote again, your mind went blank with lust as your thumb tapped rapidly on the button.
ZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAP
The room was filled with lusty feminine moans.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat and sex.
Now covering the carpet and couch were seventeen copies of your busty soft gorgeous mom, all engaged in an insane orgy.
There were big mom-dicks fucking asses, mom-dicks fucking mouths. Copies of her were making out messily... hungrily. One had her face shoved in the huge smooth ass in front of her, swirling her tongue around the large dark sphincter and breathing in all she could of the rampant pungent musk. One of your moms was being DP'ed by two others, her asshole insanely gaping from the two massive schlongs pumping into her rectum one after the other.
They were having sex in every position imaginable. Missionary, Cowgirl, Reverse-Cowgirl, Doggy Style, 69. One of your moms was having both of her tits sucked on while another copy rode her cock Reverse-Cowgirl, while both of the moms that were suckling her were having their own asses blasted from behind Doggy Style.
None of them even noticed you standing there. They were all just so... lost in each other. Just a sea of writhing moaning sweating fucking futa MILFs.
It was a sea you wanted nothing more than to dive straight into.
With the remote, you could make your stamina endless, your refractory period zero, your cock one to rival your many mothers, your asshole and mouth ready to receive endless poundings from her divine schmeat.
But not yet.
A small thought in your brain managed to remind you of the act happening upstairs. Your sister? Two of your now (onetwothreefourfivesixsev-) TWENTY-TWO MOMS?!
You reluctantly turned away from the veritable Sodom & Gomorrah of Selfcest occurring in the living room to walk up the stairs.
Climbing to the top of the staircase, the sound of muffled moans and meaty plaps preceded the scene within your sister's open door.
There, on her hands and knees atop the bed, was Jenny, being spitroasted on both ends by your moms. Her eyes were rolled back, brain empty. The mom in front of her was properly fucking her face like a sextoy, driving her huge cock down her throat and causing her fat balls to slap her chin over and over.
The mom behind her, meanwhile, was plowing her pussy, going balls-deep, and no doubt penetrating your sister's cervix in the process.
You doubted they were using protection.
Just to defend your sister from any unintended (or intended) consequences, you selected her and scrolled through the menu on the remote. You found and unchecked an option that said "Probability of deformities in children due to incest."
That made you feel safer, knowing that if your mom ended up pumping a baby into your sister, the child would grow up healthy and happy. And you grinned at the thought.
But now you had a quandary.
You stood there in your sister's doorway, hard cock a-throbbing and desperate to get some action.
But what did you want to do now?
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