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 for her and carried them to the door.

Becky seemed surprised to find her bounty and me at her door.

She scrambled so the door wouldn’t catch her on the way inside, dumped the stuffed animals out of my hands, and said, “I’m sorry, Troy, it was fun. Goodnight.”

I had no idea a person could enter and close a door so fast.

Shit, I think the “t” in “goodnight” was still lingering in the air when the door clicked shut.

Well…FUCK! I thought as I climbed all over my horn and peeled out.

Goddamn tease! I mentally snarled through a case of blue balls.

Bitch has me hard as steel and leaves me high and dry! Cock-teasing bitch!

 

Pulled into the driveway, noticing my sister’s car at the curb.

As I passed by partially open windows, I could hear them inside, ripping the male species a new one.

Deciding I better direct their collective fury at Becky instead of me, I charged into the house and yelled, “That cockteasing bitch! I can’t believe her!”

“What’s with you?” Mom slurred, while my sister cheered, “Yeah! Chalk one up for women!”

“Aw fuck you, sis,” I said.

She shot right back. “Back at you.”

“You’re all pigs! I’m glad one of you got a dose of medicine!”

“Don’t piss me off, Jessica; I’m in NO mood tonight.”

“All right! All right you two, shounds like we’re all in the shame boat, so why don’t you grab a glass and join us in drinking away our shorrows.”

“Mom…are you serious? I’m 18, remember?”

“Tonight that doesn’t matter! We’re in the same club sho we may ash well share our sorrows and have a drink together!”

Shit burned going down, but I stifled a cough while my sister talked shit about me being a baby.

My mom tried to calm things down.

“Look, I’ve had a bad night, you’ve had a bad night, but I love you and don’t want to fight, so truce?”

She looked at me, and her face softened.

“Since you said you love me, truce. What happened on your date, little bro?”

I told them a lot, on account of being on my third glass of Jack and Coke and the shit not burning as much anymore.

Jessica asked, “She did what with her hand before telling you to take her home?”

I showed her how Becky spread her fingers apart and then closer together, then tried to get her hand around it.

“Yeah, right! Here I thought we were being honest! Mom, I was right, they’re all assholes!”

“Maybe. Ooh, I need to PEEEEEEEE!”

Mom barrelled out of the room to hit the bathroom.

“I was being honest,” I said, licking my lips as I looked my sister up and down.

“Shure you were! No guy is that big!”

The whiskey gave me balls, and I sidled in close, grabbing her tits with both hands.

“Nice tits, sis. Real nice!”

Her eyes bugged out as I stroked her boobs hard.

My brain started to sense that they felt nice…really nice.

Took her about four seconds to brush me off.

“Jesush, Troy, I’m your shister!”

In my booze-soaked state, I closed in again, grabbing them and groaning.

“You are, and your tits are mighty fine.”

“Bastard!” she snapped, reaching for my zipper — probably to ball bash me.

“My gawd, Troy, what you got in there!?” she gasped while groping my junk.

“That’s what I was talking about, non-believing bit…sister,” I said, just shy of screwing up.

I dropped my hands and took two steps back.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Jessica said, moving in close.

She started jacking my now rock-hard cock through my pants.

“Damn, bro, I’ve never felt anything like thish! How the hell did my baby bro get this?!?”

“Hell if I know. It’s been like that for at least five years, making trouble for me. The girls don’t seem to like it.”

Jessica’s eyes stayed on my crotch.

In the distance, Mom moaned, covering up the sound of explosive diarrhea.

“That’sh really you?” she asked, in awe.

“Let me shee ith,” she slurred.

“What for?”

“Jusht let me see it, okay? I—”

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her face almost pleading.

“I never seen anythin like it. I need to shee ith.”

Her eyes were so tempting on my crotch — well, shit.

One of the women wanted to see it.

So I took a step closer and dropped my jeans and boxers, putting my three-quarters-hard dick close enough for her to kiss.

“Oh my gawd,” my sister gasped, hands bunching in front of her mouth for all of three seconds, before she grabbed my dick.

Which only egged it on to achieve full mast.

Sis looked shocked that it grew beyond the length of both her hands on opposite sides of the midsection.

My manhood jerked in her hand when she squeezed it, making her moan as she licked her lips like a predator.

“Oh my god…”

She got closer.

Gave me another squeeze.

“Shtupidh Becky. It’sh sho beautiful and so big and hard.”

She snuck a glance up at me, a mischievous smile on her face, before opening her mouth as big as possible and swallowing my cock shaft.

“Ohhhh fuuuuckkk,” I gasped, as she started torturing me with her tongue.

After three minutes, my sister moved her hands around my ass and grabbed my butt cheeks as she started pulling me in deep, driving my cock down her throat.

“Fucking hell! Oh god yessss!” I gasped, shoving in to the hilt before pulling out to let her breathe and groan with my cock buried balls deep.

She couldn’t have heard me over her moans and hucks.

I’ve met with the business end of a couple of blowjobs from very pretty girls in the past, but none of them took more than two inches and never called me again.

But oh my god…what my sister was doing was SO much better.

Somewhere during the blowjob, I’d resumed my reign of terror on her tits.

She pushed me off, but this time she tore off her blouse and bra and then put my hands back on the heavenly fun bags.

What I didn’t realize — her hands had been getting rid of her clothes until I noticed her skirt and panties were gone.

I did notice when she pulled off me, eyes crawling lustfully up my shaft, then spun around, titty flopping down on the dining room table.