Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6

... thought. I was fully, independently guilt enabled.

"Imagine your mother and I are smoking-related cancer victims in a burn ward, jaws removed, skin replaced with plastic, and we're twitching from degeneration of the nervous system." After winding up, he pitched his answer. "We just want your love."

My head turned a desolate face to my wonderful, angelic sister. Laser beams scattered from tears welling in her eyes.

Dad's cell phone gargled. He scanned the message. "She's got the pizzas. Let's set the table." He bounded up from the lounger, a hungry look in his eyes. "Good talk."

Two days later, Mom stepped into my room. I was studying advanced algebra and getting nowhere. "Craig?" She got my attention which abruptly zeroed in on the plastic jar with a blue label, in her hand.

"Um." I squirmed. "Maybe another day?" My dick didn't even twitch.

She shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The next morning, Nell knocked and slipped into my room. She must have listened to be sure I was changing. "I just want to see it for a second." Her hands dithered at her sides. Lucky for her, I hadn't pissed yet. She caught sight my full boner.

After a second, I covered it with my hands. "There. In exchange, you better let me use the bathroom first this morning."

"Fine." My sister eased out. "I needed to test if my brain was going to slave-out for your cock today. I'll be fine. You're fine. It's all fine." She fled to her room.

That afternoon, I spent my first hour, after ...

... school, staring at a stupid show on a streaming service. My relaxed body jerked into full petrification at the sound of Mom's truck entering the garage. I managed to reach the door by the time she opened it. She faltered at my proximity, taking a step back. "Craig?" Her eyebrows knitted together.

"Sorry, Mom. I-I've been waiting all day."

"We'll you'll have to wait a little longer." She pursed her lips.

"I'll help you with your tool belt." I reached for her waist. She wasn't wearing it.

"I took it off in the truck. What the hells has gotten into you?"

"I'm a mess, Mom. I can't think or even jerk off."

"At least the first half of you is normal."

Ice not broken. "I love you, Mom -- a-and I love Dad."

"Oh." Her disappointment deepened. "That." She shook her head, brushed me aside, and strode to her room, leaving me extra foolish looking. I went back to the couch and stared at meaningless flashing pixels.

Mom entered the living room, drying her hair with a towel. She was naked from the crown, down. "Let me through." She stepped past me, between the couch and the coffee table. She plopped her moist butt on a cushion and leaned into my left side. "Hold me, Craig." She secured the towel around her head. Her right arm drifted over my shoulders. Her left hand grasped my jaw. She shook it gently. "I want your dick only when you and it are ready."

I hugged her naked chest. Her mammoth, soft boobs were extra warm from the shower. I had wished for a moment like ...