Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1

... mine.

I paused the game I was playing on the den's old widescreen, and went to a video site. DogStar Productions had a new ShirleyThreeCunt flick, and I used a stolen account password to watch it. Shirley was telling her limp-dick husband that she had a date with a real man, who turned out to be his son! I hate 'step' incest porn, but Shirley was worth it. I wished I was watching her on the 4k screen in the main room!

Shirley's tits weren't the biggest, but they were all natural, and that worked for me. I was jacking off to the scene where Shirley sees her step-son's nine inch dick for the first time. She licks her lips but leaves him to his privacy. I paused, wondering what would happen next.

"Damn, Gary, do it in your room!" Nell snorted. My head whipped around to see her butt wagging swiftly as she returned to her room.

Fuck. I was embarrassed and not the hot kind. My dick wilted. I decided to watch the rest later that night. I grabbed a controller, finished the game I'd been playing, went to my room, and took a crack at homework. I'm good at school, usually get A's, but I kept wondering how long Nell had been watching me. I'd been jerking for several minutes, and she would have had a great view from the hall.

Fuck it. I went back to the den and started a new game.

Mom arrived. Dad worked swing shift as a manager at the local Cramzon warehouse. "Don't just buy online, CRAM-it!" Dad's shift ended at nine but he usually didn't get home until well ...

... after ten.

Mom came into the den and shucked off her shoes. She slouched on the office chair, grunting, "Don't mind me, Craig." She opened the top of her blouse, having shucked her jacket at the front door, and fanned the two baby walruses attached to her chest.

Sorry, I'm rambling, but your brains would turn to jelly at the sight of Mom's plunging cleavage. I assume, if you're asexual, you're not reading this.

To avoid spooging my jeans, I told her I was done, and I would make dinner. I'm pretty handy with tortillas, cheese, shredded chicken, and green chiles. Nell joined me when the smell of sautéing chicken penetrated her room. She fixed a mixed green salad. We decided to put salsa on the salad instead of the tostadas.

"Mom!" Nell called from the kitchen table. "Bring your tits to the feeding trough."

Seconds later our mother trudged out of the hallway, blouse re-buttoned. "Have more respect for my tits, Nell. Someday yours might be worth half of what mine are."

"Ha. Hah." Nell forked pico de gallo drenched salad into a bowl for herself. The size of Nell's milkless bags were half of Mom's plus. They traded tit-jibes regularly. "When the next earthquake devastates this town, you'll be stuck in the rubble, and I'll squeeze my way clear."

I used a spatula to add a tostada to each plate. Big Sis scrutinized me. "Craig will die with you, hung up on his dick." She snickered.

Mom blinked. "Nell, what do you know about your brother and why bring it up at ...