April Fool Pt. 01

All fictional persons participating in sex in this story are well past the age of 18.

This story contains incest. If that bothers you, stop right now and move on to the next story.

This is a story first that happens to contain some sex in it. If you are looking for jerk-off material, you may be disappointed with this. I do not write stories that have one long continuous description of every minute detail about the sex that is going on, so if that is what you are looking for you might want to also move on.

This story is also not to be taken seriously. All the characters are fictional so no mothers, sons, sisters, cousins or whatever were harmed in the writing of this story. It is meant to be lighthearted and often ignores the laws of probability but not possibility. This is a story about a guy who has sex with a lot of different women, (mainly family members) and the story will span many parts. It is meant to be absurd, but I hope at the same time entertaining.

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Edited 3/14/2024

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"Casey cheated on you?!" Mom exclaimed. "Wow, just wow. From what you told me about her, she seemed like such a sweet girl."

"Well, I didn't tell you everything about her. I half expected it to happen because she's not as innocent as I made her out to be. It's just that, the longer we were together the more I thought we had a chance."

"What do you mean 'she's not as innocent'?" Mom asked.

"Well, she was kind of a slut when I met her..."

"Brian Andrew Meyers, you know I don't like it when you use such derogatory words about women," she corrected. "I raised you better than that."

"Sorry, Mom. But what would you call a girl that dated a different guy every weekend? A girl that liked to take part in partner swapping and gang bangs? That would suck any guy off at a party if they asked nice enough..."

"Casey did all of that? Why would you go out with her?" she asked, aghast.

"She was hot as hell, Mom. Probably the hottest girl I'd ever met."

"Where would you even meet a girl like that?" she asked.

"We met after I finished college, at one of Amanda's sorority parties," I said.

"You mean Amanda knows her?" Mom asked curiously.

"Not really. Casey graduated a year before Mandy even graduated high school. Technically they are sorority sisters. Casey attended a few of her sorority's parties post-graduation. I'm pretty sure Mandy knows of her though; her exploits are legendary."

"Oh, so she's older than you then... Still, that doesn't sound like you," she commented.

"Well, when we first started dating, I knew about her past. We both came from the same area so we started dating. She told me she wanted to settle down. She said she had her fun in college and now she was interested in something serious. We hooked up a few times before we started dating 'officially', and I guess I impressed her. She said that out of all her lovers I was the best and wondered if I was interested in giving a relationship a try."

"So, your relationship was based on sex?"

"It's not something I wanted to brag about to my parents. Anyways, she is not only hot but good in bed. 'Sides that we seemed to have a lot in common. We got along, and just seemed to gel together, you know? I was hesitant about our relationship at first but over time it seemed like we were not only compatible, but she seems trustworthy."

"How do you know she cheated on you?" Mom asked. "Did you catch her in bed with a lover or something?"

"Casey may act like a bimbo but she's not that stupid. No, it was nothing like that. Remember that start-up that I founded my second year in college with a bunch of my college buddies from MIT?"

"Yeah, I thought it was just something to make some money for college."

"It started out that way, yeah. But after we started making money, we thought why not make a go of it. It seemed like it had potential for greater returns. We thought 'What have we got to lose?' For a year the three of us worked on the app using whatever free resources we had available. We sought out investors but failed. After maxing out all our student loans one of our partners quit so we bought out his shares.

"My partner, Robert, is the one that stayed on. He comes from a wealthy family, and he got his father to be an angel investor in our company. Six months after we got funding, we were making enough money to pay his father back and hire staff. We hired some programmers, a marketing team, a human resources slash recruiter, and even an accountant."

"I'm so proud of you, Honey!" Mom interrupted. "What's this got to do with anything?" she asked trying to get me to get to my point.

She was right I was going off on a tangent, but I wanted to share my success story with her, but I knew that I could always do that later.

"You're right, I guess what I was getting at was that part of what we had to do as a company is to hire people to look out for us. Make sure other people aren't stealing our ideas or violating our patents."

"Ohhh, you have patents?" she asked, impressed.

I smiled, "Top of my class at MIT in Computer Science, remember?"

"Oh, Baby. You know how proud I am of you..." she defended.

"I know, but I just wish Dad would be too," I said.

"I know, Hun, but you know how your father is - oblivious."

"True," I smirked. "Well, that firm found out that Casey was a CAM girl on this new site called OnlyFans. Apparently, she got a big enough following to attract the attention of some producers, and they asked her to do some scenes for their more 'specialized' audience. She's always been a free spirit when it came to sex, so I don't think she thought twice about it. Apparently, not only did she star in several films, but she even started posting porn videos of her fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry on sites like Pornhub."

"Oh, Baby. I'm so sorry," she cooed, trying to make me feel better.

But just like every mom ever, she could not leave it at that.

"But you should have known better..." she said, but she stopped herself when I gave her a pleading look not to continue.

"I know. I know," I said.

"You didn't do anything rash, did you?" she asked worriedly.

"Other than confront her, pack up my shit and leave? No! Believe me I wanted to, though."

"Why did you leave? Why didn't you kick her out?" she asked. "She is the one that cheated."

"It was her place, Mom. I only moved in to save money while I got my own place. After I left, I moved into a hotel which I could easily afford. I was about to get a place of my own but had to cancel because of the Corona Virus shutdown."

"Besides, other than being a slut she's a good person. She's very giving and generous... I just wish she wasn't so giving with everyone for everything! Anyways, even if I could, I wouldn't throw her out on the street. That would have been like kicking a puppy for pooping. It was only doing what was natural."

"Corona Virus? You mean the COVID 19, don't you?" she smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

"You say potato..." I said and she grinned even bigger. "So anyways, that's why I came home," I said. "Not to mention I missed you, Pretty Lady," I quickly added, calling her by one of her pet names, making her blush.

"You know, your sister is taking it harder than you. Her college cancelled all classes and she had to come home. This was supposed to be her last semester. She said that a few of her classes were converted to online but she is waiting for word from one of them. She needs them all to graduate.

"I think the worst part for her is that she can't even go visit her friends. You know how social she is. She's been locking herself in her room all day. All she does is mope and talk to her friends and sorority sisters online."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I haven't been any better. I'll try talking to her, but you know how she is," I began, pausing.

"She'll talk when she's ready," we both said at the same time, causing us to bust up laughing.

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I had been living with my parents for the past couple of weeks. Mom knew not to pry into my business until I was ready. All of us are stubborn like that, including Mom. Dad was the only exception; he wore his heart on his sleeve whether we liked it or not - and usually it was not.

Dad was a fool. I don't mean like he was easily fooled, although sometimes he was that too. No, I mean like the traditional meaning for the word fool - a court jester. Mom was the serious one and I think what attracted her to him was his willingness to make a fool of himself to get her to smile.

I loved my dad, but his antics could be a little much at times. He loved playing practical jokes and every year he came up with an elaborate scheme involving me as the butt of his April fools' pranks. The problem is that he thought I was gullible for some reason. He always talked down to me, like I was a little kid. His schemes were easy to see through. I guess because I always went through with them, (mainly to humor him), he went with what he thought of as the easy target - me.

Dad hasn't been able to prank me much since I went to college. Even after I graduated and moved back to my hometown, I lived with Casey about fifteen minutes away, (if there were no traffic). Normally it would take a half hour to get across town, so I didn't visit as often as I would have liked.

I figured, now that we were forced to live together again, he'd come up with a doozy. Lucky for me, April first wasn't until the next day, so I had time to get mentally prepared.

"What's she like?" Mom asked. "I've never even seen a picture of her."

Since I had been so open with her, it was her turn to bombard me with all her curiosities. It's not like I didn't talk to Mom about Casey all the time, I just used to edit out the things you don't tell your mom about your girlfriend. So now she felt emboldened, this was open season.

I hadn't sent Mom a picture of Casey for a reason, partially because I didn't want to feel her judgements about our unusual relationship.

I always knew my mother was hot, but she was MY mother, and I didn't think of her in a sexual way. OK, maybe when I was thirteen, I might have jacked off to her, but I jacked off to everyone back then. Aunts, cousins, teachers, the grocery store clerk, no one was safe from my pubescent fantasies including my grandma. The rule was, if you were female and we met, I probably jerked off to you back then. But, like all puberty victims, I got over that phase, or at least I thought I did.

I knew about Casey's past when I started dating her, so when I broke up with her, it was mainly because she went behind my back. I couldn't no longer trust her; besides I definitely didn't want to have her sloppy seconds.

The funny thing was, when I brought up "sloppy seconds", she looked horrified and tried to justify herself by saying that she would never do that to me. She said the shoots were professional and the guys always wore condoms which were required to by law in California. She said the cum shots were just camera tricks where they put stuff in her vagina so they could dip their dicks in and pretend like they creampied her. I guess in her mind, sloppy seconds just meant that I was being contaminated by someone else's semen.

I know I sound like a sucker, but I believed her sincerity. She even showed me some behind the scenes footage where they did just that. But for me that wasn't the point, yet it was hard to convince her of that. I guess we just thought of things too differently.

Through it all, I didn't hate her and we remain friends, but I doubted I would ever have anything more meaningful with her than a phone call once in a while. When I was shown a link to a porn she made for Pornhub, people online commented that she reminded them of Kit Mercer.

When I looked up Kit Mercer it was like looking at a naked picture of my mom except Mom is taller, has blue eyes and is a natural blonde. Kit Mercer looked like my sister too except my sister was younger and had smaller breasts. Like I said, I always knew Mom was hot, but I didn't realize all my girlfriends were pale imitations of her until right then. I had to dig deep in my conscience and ask myself if I had the hots for her or not. I concluded that I didn't and yet just thinking about that seemed to have opened Pandora's box.

Trapped in a house with my mom and my sister was a constant reminder of my subconscious mind's attraction to her. I guess it didn't help that I hadn't been laid since my breakup either and my hormones were contributing to my thoughts.

After that, I found myself having to adjust myself to hide unwanted boners around my mom and sister. I think if my sister wasn't hiding in her room every day, it would have been way worse.

"OK. I'll show you a picture of her but please keep your comments to yourself," I said, seriously, but I knew she would make them anyway.

She made a gesture like she was swearing and grinned, excited that she finally got to see one of my girlfriends. I was notoriously a private person. I never took selfies, and the only pictures I would ever post were landscapes and architectures I appreciated in my travels. The only online pictures of me came from other people tagging me in their photos.

"Oh my God! You're right, Honey, she's gorgeous... I see why you'd ignore some of her 'faults'," she commented. Then a lightbulb went off in her eyes and she blurted, "Oh my God! She looks like Mandy," she commented, thinking she looked like my sister Amanda.

I corrected her without even thinking, "No. She looks like you..."

"Doh," I thought, mentally slapping myself.

Mom blushed, "Oh no, Honey, I'm old and she's young. There's no way I look as hot as her."

I didn't like my mom putting herself down, so I reacted without thinking.

"You're right, you're WAY hotter!" I said, making her blush.

"You know Honey, you're 25 and your baby sister is 22, we're all adults," she trailed off.

"Yeah?" I prompted.

"Well... Would you be uncomfortable if you told me a little about... you know... your sex life?"

"You really want to know?" I asked, surprised.

"Honey, I barely have sex with your father nowadays. I get more action from Bob than your dad."

"Bob?" I asked.

"That's what I named my favorite dildo," she whispered.

I blushed furiously, "Uh, yeah OK, TMI," I sputtered. "Why me? I'm your son. Shouldn't you be asking Mandy?"

"We've always been close, and I feel comfortable talking to you," she smiled mischievously.

That was true, we were close. I talked to my mom on the phone every night. We didn't always have long conversations, but I would at least call to tell her that I loved her and that I got home safe.

I didn't share that same closeness with my dad, however. Dad was too busy being a lawyer, so he left it up to Mom to get me into various activities growing up. In high school, he was the star quarterback and mom the head cheerleader, but when they got married straight out of high school, he went from athlete to couch potato, yet Mom worked hard every day to keep active.

Mom had me six months after they married so it was hard for them to both go to school. She did manage to get an associate degree in physical education over the years, but I could see that she regretted not going back for a four-year degree.

Dad on the other hand, got his undergrad in criminal justice then moved on to law school. They both agreed that mom would go back to school once he passed the bar, but I don't think they understood just how hard that would be with two children when that promise was made.

I don't think dad even liked kids. Mom often said we were unplanned and as she liked to explain it, Dad didn't like to wear condoms and the pullout method didn't always work; I was living proof of that. Dad started wearing condoms after I was born but apparently, condoms don't always work either; Amanda was proof of that. I had no idea what they were using for birth control after Mandy, but we were her only kids, so it was working.

As for Mom, I could tell she wanted a bigger family.

My mom was a soccer-mom, but she was never satisfied with sitting on the sidelines. She always wanted to participate in everything we did. With her Physical Education degree, she was either the coach or some sort of assistant coach for most of the sports Amanda and I were involved in growing up. It wasn't until high school that she finally had to sit on the sidelines when I joined the basketball team. If she would have had her four-year degree, she might have qualified for the women's coaching position, but that didn't happen.

When Mom wasn't coaching, she was teaching yoga and later Pilates and recently she added HIIT classes to her repertoire (High Intensity Interval Training). She has her own YouTube channel now and films videos for all three classes daily and once a week does a live broadcast. She's very popular and a few years ago she passed the million-viewer mark. I'm pretty sure that now she makes more money than Dad.

Coming from Norwegian stock, everyone in my family was tall. Dad was 6'5, Mom was 6'1 and Amanda was 6' even. I was the tallest, topping even Dad, at 6'7.

Our whole family were tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, except for Dad. Technically Dad was blonde, but his hair now looks more brown than anything else. He insisted that he was what you would call a dirty blonde. Also, he had green eyes not blue, but he said that growing up he was just as blonde as me. He even showed me pictures of him and sure enough he looked a lot like me when he was younger and his hair was light blonde.

The contrast between my mother and father didn't end at eye or hair color. My mom was fit, trim and put-together, whereas Dad had a paunch that was slowly becoming a beer belly. Not to mention his hair was thinning on top, he had age spots, moles and laugh lines. All of this normal for a man of his age, but he had money and could afford a dermatologist. Also, when not in the office, he dressed slovenly, his rarely combed his hair and did nothing to take care of his looks. It was so bad with him that he looked like he was ten years older than he was, unlike Mom who looked ten years younger. Sometimes when we would all go out, my mother would be mistaken for his daughter and I, her husband, which amused Mom to no end and irked Dad just as much.

At the start of high school, I didn't spend as much time with my mom as I did growing up and we both missed the closeness we shared. To make up for it, we took to doing activities together outside of school. We started running together and even trained for a marathon. Amanda, being a few years younger than me, used to follow us around everywhere and participate in whatever we were doing. We didn't want to leave her out, so she took to running with us.

Soon we three started playing other sports together like beach volleyball, tennis and even went surfing a few times. We loved to go hiking and found that we loved the outdoors so much that we soon started up mountain biking together. Our shared activities brought the three of us even closer together.

Dad, not so much; he loved work too much.

In college I participated in some of Mom's HIIT classes remotely. She would facetime me live on a little monitor while shooting her videos. I soon realized just how well-known Mom really was when I became a semi-celebrity. People recognized me as Britney Meyers' son or that guy that she talked to online.