Cummy Caturday: Go Big at Home - Down to Clown with Mom and Sis

I hurried down the stairs and found my mom in the living room.

“Heading out on my date with Becky. I’ll be home by one—yes, Mom, I’ll ‘be safe and drive carefully.’”

I gave her a once-over and grinned. “Damn, Mom, you look smokin’! You and Dad heading out too?”

Her eyes got big, and she screeched, “GO! Go have fun on your DATE!”

Mom was never that amped up, so I got the hell out of Dodge. “Bye, Mom, love you!”

Only the front door swung open, and my sister Jessica came strolling in looking smokin’ and pissed off at the same time.

“Hey, sis, good to see you! You looking mighty fine tonight…”

“PIG!” she’d yelled — and cut me off mid-word.

“Where’s Mom? Never mind, I’ll find her. I don’t need help from a MALE!”

Jessica stormed into the house, and I walked out the door wondering what was up with the ladies in my family.

 

I drove off singing some playlist favorites to rid myself of the mom-and-sister-induced black cloud.

Picked up Becky, and we had an early dinner before heading to the state fair.

This was our second date, but things were looking good.

Fun on the rides, flirting, and smooching in public.

She was very impressed when I won her three good-sized stuffed animals with my skills at the clip-joint arcade tents.

 

While I was enjoying myself on date night, my mother and sister were not — no date and no fun.

My married sister, a curvaceous, blue-eyed 21-year-old with a 5’4” 32C-23-34 body, found Mom and huffed, “That effing pig did it again! We were supposed to go out, but his JOB needed him! Damn, I was hoping to get him buzzed so he would give it to me tonight!”

She noticed Mom was in a bad mood. “Gosh, Mom, what’s wrong with you?”

“Oh…sob…I made reservations for your dad and me at a nice romantic restaurant for his birthday, and then I was hoping to stay in the city and screw each other to the moon. But he was on the phone earlier and said he couldn’t make it to dinner and would be tied up at the office, so he’ll just stay in town to ‘save on gas!’ Damn, I got all prettied up to make him lust for me, and he’s doing a disappearing act! I’m so ticked off I want to get drunk…totally, drink yourself into a stupor, drunk! You want to get buzzed with me?”

“You bet, I’m as bummed as you!”

Mom grabbed a fifth of Jack Daniels, cracked the seal, and Jessica filled two glasses and immediately poured a round.

Within seconds, Mom clinked her glass with Jessica’s and said, “Men are pigs…they can go fornicate with themselves!”

Sis clinked and said, “EFFING pigs!”

Then they drained their glasses as Mom refilled them.

 

After raucous fun at the state fair — and lots of hot lip-locking with Becky — we loaded our treasures and headed to the town’s mandatory makeout cliff.

It was hard to keep from speeding, knowing Becky was as hot as I was.

I parked in a secluded spot, and we were liplocked in seconds, her hands roaming everywhere.

Ten minutes in, her top was gone, and her bra followed suit, and I marveled at her magnificent body.

God, what a hot piece of ass.

She was plenty handsy with my crotch, and my soft cock started doing its thing.

My left hand was massaging her right tit while I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, making her moan in pleasure.

Her left hand forced my face tighter to her chest while her right snaked into my pants and she stroked my shaft.

Then I felt her get still while she explored the full length of my cock for the first time.

Her touch became hesitant, intimidated by my size.

No reason to slow down on my end, so I made her moan by sucking and tugging on her nipple and started to get inside her panties.

She seemed oblivious as she stretched her fingers along my shaft again — and then again, to check her work.

Becky tried to wrap her fingers around it but couldn’t.

She groaned, “Oh god, my head hurts.”

“Wha?”

Becky pulled away and said, “Sorry, Troy, take me home. I, um, have a headache!”

“But—”

“Please, Troy. Take me home…NOW!”

“But—”

“NOW!”

She snapped her bra into place and reached for her blouse.

The silence was stifling on the way to her house, where she left the truck without a word.

I got out to collect the prizes