Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I woke up with, as usual, a raging hard-on. That -(TM)ll happen when you use your mom -(TM)s enhanced bimbo-tits for a pillow. She was still asleep under me, her slow breathing making her boobs rise and fall, my face sandwiched between them. My stiffie was poking into her toned belly, pre-cum starting to slime her skin. It was a Saturday, which normally meant that I could just lie there for a while, enjoying the feel of my mother -(TM)s body, but today I had other plans. I shifted downwards slightly to align my cock with her hairless pussy. As I touched the head to her entrance she opened her legs wider, displaying thighs splattered with my dried cum from the night before. Even asleep, her body knew what to do. I lined myself up and drove deep inside. Her cunt, always wet and ready, eagerly swallowed my to the hilt. I started pumping in and out, trying to cum quickly. Some mornings I make an effort to get her off too, she is my mom after all, and I love her, but today was all business. She moaned lightly in her sleep regardless, her bimbo brain programmed to enjoy cock contact of any kind. I pushed myself up, away from her titanic tits, to look down at my bimbo mom as I fucked her. Everything about her was perfect, plastic and fake. Her skin was smooth and had a permanent hideously fake tan. Her lips were swollen, forced into a pout, true cock-pillows, covered in a hot pink lipstick. The lipstick, along with the copious eye makeup, was a recent addition, newly developed tech that would smear and streak beautifully but could never be truly removed. Wash her face and the smears would go but the base would remain, ready to be ruined again. She had received a whole lot of skullfucks the day I had that installed. Her hair was forever bleached blonde, displaying dark roots, and long, reaching her ass when she stood up. Her tits though were her crowning glory. An absurd size, they were almost as big as her head. They were obviously fake, standing proudly out from her chest, thrusting her constantly hard nipples forward. They were the first thing I had installed after dad died. See, I -(TM)d always fucked my mom, as is a son -(TM)s right, but dad was pretty old fashioned and refused to have her modded. No matter how much I pleaded, he never agreed to even a little breast increase. He never even got her the permanent body-hair removal treatment, forcing her to shave her pussy manually! My dad was a great guy, but a little weird when it came to women. A couple of years ago, he got sick and died. It was pretty sudden and we were all really shaken up by it. Especially me, as I was now the man off the house and therefore responsible for my mom and my little sister, Celia. I think the grief made me a little crazy, and my mom had her new knockers installed that same week. After many titfucks, she started to complain about the weight of them straining her back, so I took her back to the mod parlor for back strengthening. The guy there was very friendly, and offered me a full-bimbo package for pretty cheap. He even threw in the mental mods for free! After testing out one of the display bimbos I had eagerly agreed. That evening, I fucked my new mom all over the house, in every hole she had. I filled her pussy in her bed, suckled her tits in mine, assfucked her while she was making dinner and had her suck me off while I ate. All the while she giggled and moaned, calling me -~baby -(TM) and promising to -~make my boy feel happy -(TM). It was quite a personality shift, and I had felt a twinge of regret. Never again would I see or speak to the woman who raised me, the woman who had always been there for me with a kind word or a hot cunt. Maybe dad had been onto something. Then again, I had thought as mom hungrily sucked down another thick load of my cum, the upgraded version had some definite perks. That night I fucked her doggystyle over a sleeping Celia, our juices dripping onto the girl -(TM)s naked body. Mom even started to drool in pleasure, spit flowing down onto her daughter -(TM)s face. After I came in mom yet again I had felt the urge to piss, and pulled out in time to spray urine all over my little sister -(TM)s front. Mom joined in, squatting over the girl -(TM)s innocent looking face and letting go, drenching Celia with a mix of urine and my cum. Little sis was soon covered in piss, the sheets beneath her yellow and soaked. After me and mom had climbed off I looked down to see a happy smile on my sister -(TM)s sleeping face. The girl loved to be used as a toilet, and was completely used to being pissed on at any time. She had quickly become the family urinal. I tried to make her happy by using her whenever I could, only peeing on mom or some stranger if I was desperate. -Baby? - Someone was speaking to me. I shook my head, brought out of my reminiscence. Damn. Mom -(TM)s bouncing tits had hypnotised me again. They always sent my thoughts off to memory lane. I looked up to meet my bimbo-mother -(TM)s vacuous gaze. -Baby, you -(TM)ve been staring at mommies boobies for like -- for like -- a really long time! - she said in her high pitched voice, smiling proudly as if she had solved a puzzle. Timekeeping could be a challenge for her now. -Sorry mom, - I said, smiling down at her, -They -(TM)re just so fucking sexy I can -(TM)t help myself. - I quickly slapped one giant tit, causing her to squeal in pleasure, before placing my hands next to her head. It was time to finish up, so I picked up the pace of my thrusts, soon slamming my full length in and out of her hungry hole. Her tits shook back and forth in time with my pounding, and she was soon moaning with pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut from the sensations of my lengthy cock. I felt myself nearing climax and lowered my face, pressing my lips against her own open, swollen pair. I forced my tongue inside and frenched her as I came, the feel of her tongue stud in her wiggling tongue enhancing my orgasm greatly. Like most men I -(TM)ve had my sperm production enhanced, so it took several minutes to empty my balls into her womb. Plenty of time to enjoy a nice motherly good morning kiss. She had always been a wonderful kisser. I pulled out when I was done, allowing the trapped sperm to ooze slowly from her sticky cunt onto the sheets. I quickly climbed off her and hunted for my clothes on the floor. -Mommy did good? - I heard her ask. I looked over and saw her staring at me with genuine concern. -Did mommy make her baby happy? - I reached over and stroked her hair, and she smiled and rubbed against my hand like a cat. -Mommy made her baby -(TM)s cock very happy indeed. - I said, and then, feeling generous, -Mommy can cum now. - Mom -(TM)s eyes rolled back and she squealed and shook as a massive orgasm rocked her body. Her pussy squirted girlcum all over her thighs and sheets, as it always did when she came. I haven -(TM)t fitted my mom with an enforced edger - she can cum naturally as well - but the ability to get her off with a single command was really handy. Great party trick too. I found my clothes as she came down and quickly pulled them on. Nothing fancy, just a t-shirt and shorts. My cock was hardening again at the sight of my squirming mother, and soon stood proudly from the hole in my shorts. Normally I don -(TM)t follow fashion, but the latest trend in open access clothes for guys really sped life up. Mom opened her eyes and soon noticed my erect shaft, still slick with our combined juices. -Does my baby want his mommy to clean his yummy cock? - she said, clearly hoping for a positive response, but I shook my head. -Sorry mom, I gotta take a leak. I -(TM)ll just clean off in Celia afterwards, - I said, -You could make some breakfast though? I feel like pancakes today. - Mom looked slightly disappointed but quickly perked up at the mention of pancakes - one of her favourite breakfasts. She swung her legs out of bed. I passed over a pair of heels - 10 inch, clear perspex platforms, with a slot labelled -~TIPS -(TM) - and she slipped them on. Suitably dressed for the morning she strutted out and down the stairs to start cooking. I took a second to look over her shoe collection, all with a minimum 6 inch heel. Ever since I had her leg muscles shortened anything smaller than that caused her great discomfort. Mother -(TM)s day was coming up, and I decided to buy her a nice pair of ballet heels to try out. Satisfied with that decision I crossed the hallway into Celia -(TM)s room. She was still asleep, spread on her back on her sheets, still drying from my bedtime toilet visit. She had changed since dad died. Gone were the cute dresses and brunette curls, in were the black leather corsets, ripped fishnets and blood red straightened hair. She had a dozen piercings now, and as many tattoos, most of them depicting hardcore lesbian bondage. Her room was painted black and adorned with posters of metal bands and photos of her fucking members of said metal bands, half of them onstage. She even claimed to be a lesbian now. She sure enjoyed using mom and had started bringing home legions of punky women, who I greatly enjoyed fucking along with her. She was alone in bed now though, which was a shame. It was always nice to see her lithe, pale body tangled with her latest lover, and nicer still to cover their entwined forms with warm piss. Still, you couldn -(TM)t have everything. I stood at the side of the bed and started pissing straight into her face. My salty urine splashed over her delicate features, and she soon opened her eyes in time for me to blast them as well. I moved down her body, coating her delicate breasts and belly before reaching her cunt, where I focused my remaining piss. She quickly started playing with herself under my stream and added to her fun when she started pissing herself. I was nearly out, and told her so. -Nooooo -- - she moaned in frustration, -I -(TM)m so cloooooose! - But it was too late, I was tapped out. Her fingers feverishly played with her clit but it was no good. She gave up and shifted onto her elbows to look at me. -Jeez Steve, you bastard, you know I can -(TM)t cum unless someone -(TM)s pissing on me. I -(TM)m gonna be horny all day now, and it -(TM)s all your fault! - I laughed and moved to her head again. She was about to say something else but I stopped her by shoving my slimy cock in her mouth. -Like it -(TM)s my problem if you don -(TM)t cum, sisterslut. - I said, sliding in to the hilt. -Just bring home some skank to pee on you later. Try to find an asian whore today, I feel like giving an authentic bukakke. - I pumped into her throat a few times before pulling out, trails of spit connecting her lips and my cock. She was gasping for breath, and I gave her a thumbs up before leaving the room. I had barely modded my sister, only giving her the standard hair removal and perma-lubed pussy. It was a constant temptation to bimbofy her and have a matching mother-daughter pair, but part of me enjoyed having a surly goth piss-whore for a sister. Her being a lesbian was just icing on the cake - random hotties to screw and less chance of her finding a boyfriend to own her! The smell of pancakes drew me downstairs, where mom was just finishing up breakfast. She had donned a tiny apron to protect herself from burning oil, and I admired her tanned ass as she plated up two steaming piles of pancakes. She turned, holding the plates, and smiled widely as she saw me. -Pancakes are ready baby! Plenty of maple syrup to go around as well! - she said brightly as she put the plates onto the kitchen table, along with a jug of syrup. I sat as she crawled under the table and could soon feel her hot breath on my cockhead. She knew better than to start her breakfast early though. I picked up the jug and poured a generous helping of syrup onto my pancakes before lowering it and pouring a smaller amount onto my shaft. The syrup was cool against my skin, and I could hear mom almost whining with anticipation. I slowly put the jug back into place and took a bite of my pancakes. Delicious. Mom had earned her treat. -Go. - I said. Mom launched herself onto my dick, inhaling it deep into her throat. Her tongue ran around the shaft, sucking up syrup greedily. I looked down as I ate, pleased to see her looking up at me adoringly, her nose buried in my pubic hair. After removing all the syrup, she started the blowjob proper, slowly moving back and forth along my length. A clatter at the stairs announced Celia -(TM)s entrance. Today she was wearing a fairly conservative number - a tight leather corset that cinched her waist and lifted her boobs, which were covered only by a chunky mesh halter top. A flowy silky skirt failed to cover her lower regions, revealing fishnet stockings leading into knee high boots. She stomped into the kitchen and glared at me. -Why didn -(TM)t you tell me mom was making pancakes? Mine -(TM)ll be cold by now! - she said, acting madder than she was. She quickly took her place at the table and dug into her own stack of pancakes. Mom started to pick up the pace and was soon skullfucking herself onto my hard shaft. Occasionally the table shook as her head thumped into it from her enthusiastic movements. I was still a way from coming though. -Plans for the day? - I asked Celia as she wolfed down pancakes like a girl possessed. -Not much. Gonna head to the mall later and pick up some new threads, - she said after swallowing, -Maybe hit the bars, try to pick up a girl. And yes Steve, I -(TM)ll try to find an asian chick. I feel like some yellow pussy myself. - I heard a splashing noise over the guttural sounds of throatfucking and knew that Celia had started her own morning piss, all over her mother. The thought of mom getting sprayed in golden girlpiss was enough to set me off, and I forced her head deep onto my shaft before blasting off into her stomach. Mom gulped down every squirt of her breakfast eagerly. -What about you? - said Celia as I came. -Isn -(TM)t today the big day? - I nodded, hands still gripping mom -(TM)s hair tightly. -Yeah, this is it. - I said, slightly nervously. -I hope it goes well. - Celia gave me a rare smile. -It -(TM)ll go great, - she said, -I give you a hard time, but you -(TM)re actually a pretty great guy. I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll be fine today. - I nodded again, feeling emboldened by her words. My orgasm subsided, as did Celia -(TM)s stream of piss. I released mom -(TM)s hair and she clambered up from under the table. Her bronzed body glistened with urine, and her face was wonderfully smeared with makeup. Cum trickled from the corner of her mouth, and some had shot out of her nose. -Thanks baby, that was a yummy breakfast! - she beamed at me, -The floor got all wet though, be careful getting up! - Celia rolled her eyes and swallowed the last of her pancakes. -Don -(TM)t worry mom, - she said, climbing under the table herself. -I -(TM)ll lick it up now. Good luck bro! - I felt her hand give my cock a gentle squeeze. I looked at the clock on the wall and nearly had a heart attack. I was late! -Mom, I gotta go! - I said, standing. I rushed to her and gave her mammoth tits a goodbye squeeze before running to the front door. The day had just begun.