"What I want," Jeff said as he re arranged his junk under his mother and sister's avid gazes. "Is for the two of you to dress sexy around the house from now on, unless we have someone over, then dress like you would normally to go out."
"Honey, could you give us a hint what you find sexy?" His mother asked as she tugged more of her tits free of her sweater, glancing between Carols boobs and her son's crotch as she did so.
"Well," Jeff said, "no bras unless you're on your way out or just got back, and lots of exposed titties and nipples." Jeff smiled and gave his mother's now mostly exposed nipples a gentle rub. She moaned and sucked on her lower lip, blushing furiously, but did nothing to avoid his touch. She had her hands pressed together in her lap, but looked like she'd rather they were in Jeff's.
"Um, so Jeff, like, what about below the waist?" Carol asked. "Do you want us going commando?" She leaned back in her chair, her shirt riding up to expose more of her breasts as her hands drifted to the fly of her jeans.
Jeff looked over at her as he continued playing with his mom's tits.
"Nah, keep your panties on, but maybe just your panties, or something sexy over them that shows them or your ass off."
"Oh! So like," Carol unzipped her jeans and unbuttoned the fly, spreading it so her panties showed. "this? Or do you want to see my pubes or camel toe?" She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and gave Jeff a sexy smile.
Jeff gave his mom's nipples a pinch and turned to fully regard his sister's crotch. Carol tugged up on her panties, pulling the cloth tight against her pussy.
"Yeah, that's fine for you tonight, but I'd like Mom to pull hers down a couple inches."
"Jeffrey!" His mother said. "Honey, are you sure you--"
"Yes Mom, I want your jeans and panties no higher than here." He traced a line on her inner thigh. "For the rest of the night."
Jeff watched his mother stand and undo her jeans, pushing them and her panties down until her bare ass and pussy were exposed before retaking her seat.
"Wow Mom," Carol said. "I didn't know you shaved your mons."
"I'd rather not talk about that at the dinner table Carol." The older woman said primly and resumed eating as if her privates weren't all on display.
"Well I'm curious," Jeff said. "Why do you shave your pussy, Mom?"
She paused with a forkfull of greens in mid-air and glared at Carol for a second.
"Well Jeff, I shave to make it easier to clean up after masturbating." She chewed and swallowed, not looking anywhere but at her plate.
"Wow Mom, so like, how sticky do you get?" Carol asked grinning.
"Young lady!" Jeff's mom said sharply, tossing her fork down. "That is inappropriate on so many levels that I refuse to answer it!" She started to stand, then stopped with her hands braced on the table, perhaps realizing if she completed the action she'd just be drawing even more attention to her hairless crotch.
"Carol, stop teasing Mom. Mom, calm down and lets all finish eating before it gets cold."
Jeff frowned at the two of them and they resumed eating.
Without saying anything, Jeff unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxers. Carol couldn't seem to take her eyes off it, nearly spilling her drink as she set it down without glancing away from Jeff's cock. His mother was more discrete, glancing over now and then as she ate. Jeff could tell she was looking because her nipples crinkled up each time she did, and her blush was spreading all the way down to her crotch. Periodically Jeff would reach over and touch one or the other; tweak Carol's nipple, give his mom's tit a squeeze, pull on Carol's knee so she'd spread her legs, run his hand along his Mom's hip and rear. He kept his hands out of their crotches, but it was clear the petting and their looking at his erection was getting them both well-lubed. His erection was still throbbing by the time Carol went to get desert, but he didn't want to rush things. Besides, the looks his sister and mother exchanged after he touched one or the other made it clear they were in competition for his attention, and both seemed to enjoy being fondled by him. 'They want what I want', Jeff thought smugly to himself.
Jeff watched as his mom tucked her napkin under her pussy, being careful to leave it exposed to her son's gaze. He could smell her lust, and his sister's too; she'd returned from the kitchen with the front of her panties shoved so far up her pussy her pubs were exposed on either side.
"Carol, were you touching yourself in the kitchen?" Jeff asked. "I hope you washed your hands afterwards."
"Just a little," she said smiling. "Would you like to touch me down there too?"
"Carol!" Their mother barked. "I don't want you doing that in the kitchen ever again!"
"But Mom! Jeff's sitting there with his thing out, and you've got your pants off, so why can't I--"
"Young lady, aside from dressing sexy and letting your brother touch you when he wants I will not allow you to act like some brainless slut who can't keep her hands out of her pussy!"
Jeff was surprised at the look his mother was giving the two of them; she'd done everything he asked her to, and let him do whatever he wanted all during the meal, so why did she look so angry now? Had the computer program maybe worn off? He glanced down, but his mom's tits were still the way he'd changed them. Maybe something had changed her priorities?
"Uh, yeah Carol, don't touch yourself any more." Jeff said, the shock of his mother's anger wilting his penis.
"What?! How and I supposed to get dressed or put on makeup if I can't touch myself?"
"Duh, I meant don't masturbate any more. You can still touch yourself as long as it's not to get yourself off." Jeff awkwardly tugged on his boxers, pulling his half-limp cock back inside.
"Not even in the shower?" Carol wailed.
"Nope. How often do you--I mean, 'did you'--do it before anyway?" Jeff asked.
"Like, I didn't keep track of the total number or anything.." Carol said staring at the floor.
"No like, how often on an average day?" Jeff clarified. His mother was quite pale with an odd look on her face as she watched her children talk about their sexual habits.
"Um, like, maybe two or three times, mostly in the shower or just before sleep." Carol had her arms crossed over her chest and was blushing.
"Dang! I always thought guys were the horny ones!" Jeff said as he turned to his mom. "Do you do it that often too?"
Jeff's mother gasped and hid her face in her hands. "Honey, how can you ask me that? I'm your mother!"
"Yeah, and you've been letting me play with your titties ever since we started eating, and you already told us you shave down there to make it easier to clean up, so come on Mom, how often do you masturbate on an average day?"
Jeff glanced at Carol, who he noted was watching their mother with an intent look. He glanced back as his mother started to sniffle. Her shoulders were shaking and she wiped at tears as she began crying.
"I, I don't want you to think badly of me, either of you! It's just been so tough since your father left, and raising you hasn't left me time to date--" Jeff handed her his napkin and she blew her nose before continuing. "A woman my age has certain...biological needs, you understand? Just, just because I might do it a lot doesn't mean it's okay for you--"
"Mom, hello? Jeff already cut me off from diddling myself, no way you're going to be a bad example." Carol said.
"I, oh, that's good dear, do as your brother says." The older woman blew her nose again and turned her tear-blotched face to her son. "Honey, I'd guess on average I get myself off eight to ten times a day."
Jeff stared at the woman before him with his jaw hanging open. He hadn't seen anything on the chronivac about his mom being a sex maniac, and it wasn't something he'd done to her, unless making her breasts sensitive had done it.
"Uh, Mom? I think you'd better..."