Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1

... "She did." I tried to sound contrite.

"Next time," Mom chastised. "Send me a copy of the picture."

Picture? I almost asked aloud. Fuck, what picture? "Uh, can I help?" I pointed at the bowl of eggs she was scrambling, but I wanted to run to Nell and shake the story out of her.

"I'm fine, Craig, but you can set the table."

I took my time while attempting to not look bewildered. When the last fork was placed according to random etiquette, I slunk away and slipped into Nell's room without knocking.

Just my luck, she was standing naked before a wall mounted mirror, brushing her hair. Without blinking, she sneered at me. "The next words out of your mouth better not be 'Damn, you have big tits.'"

"Sorry, Sis." I closed the door behind me. "Mom said something about a picture. Are you framing me for last night?"

"Don't be paranoid." She grabbed her phone from the desk. "Take down your pants, so I can take the shot."

"You told her I sent you a dick pic?!" I almost yelled.

"I had to tell her something." She frowned, disappointed that I hadn't shoved my pants down and got hard for the camera. "Mom's smart. She knew we were fucking around last night. I needed an alibi that she could believe."

"What? What did you tell her?"

"I told her you sent me the picture, so I wouldn't spy on your jerk off sessions again."

It was very believable. Big Sis is a smart bear. "What else?"

"I told Mom that I confronted you about it and we fought. Keep lies simple, you ...

... know."

Dang. Nell had probably saved us from whatever suffering Mom would have exacted upon us for fooling around like incest caricatures.

"So are you gonna open your pants?" She raised her phone. "Even though you barged in, I'm not hiding my tits from you. Ipso-facto, I'm showing them to you."

"I'm not letting you shoot my dick." That would be inviting blackmail, and a picture in her control would weaken future potential of luring my sister into sucking me again. Not that she had given a proper blowjob.

"Then fuck off." Her right hand traded the phone for her brush. "I'm still trying to get cum out of my hair."

"I'm surprised you're not sucking it clean." I withdrew, promising myself that Big Sis would have to strip out of her top and bra, while on her knees before me, to see my prick again. I went to my room to wank, but Mom called us to breakfast, and the rest of my regularly scheduled day postponed my sex life.

Although Mom enjoyed being a housewife, she had a side job that didn't fit the house mom image. You know, like realtor or cashier. Mom worked four hours a day as a construction site consultant. In college, had started her masters in civil engineering but decided to marry and raise kids. She used her Bachelor of Science degree to get work from time to time.

Mom wasn't a feminist who told men they shouldn't get excited over women. She liked unrequested attention ... until it got personal. Men had to be responsible for their actions. She wouldn't ...