"Morning!" Lisa flung my bedroom door open, her chirpy voice waking me from my slumber. "Breakfast is ready."
It took me a few moments to recollect the events from the day previous. The memories slowing coming to me through the haze of sleep. Fuck. I shot bolt upright in bed and threw the covers back. The evidence on display in the form of my caged cock brought my reality crashing back down.
Lisa's giggles drew my attention to the door where I caught sight of her beaming face, before she quickly span and skipped back across the corridor. My morning wood fruitlessly strained against the hard plastic, causing the cage to twitch pathetically. My normal routine consisted of jerking off a couple of times before even attempting to get out of bed. Still horny I fiddled with the lock and ring of the cage, looking for any way in. Even trying to jerk myself through the cage, any attempt to relieve the pent up frustration. All I achieved was painful chafing and nipping as the plastic rubbed against my balls.
"Tut, tut, tut." The clicking of the padlock had caught the twins' attention. Both their faces now peeking round my door frame, silver blonde hair flowing downward. Laura shaking her head.
"What do you think you're doing? I seem to remember us telling you that belonged to us now."
"Hmm, that's what I recall too." Lisa looked up at Laura and held her key to my freedom out for me to see. Shaking it teasingly before me. "If not I guess this key is useless. Might as well throw it out."
"Yeah if he's happy using his little clit like this. Not much use to us keeping them is there?"
"No!" I quickly dropped my cock. Holding each hand up either side of my head, as if I was getting arrested. Showing the dominance they now possesed over me.
"Good girl." They spoke in unison this time and chuckled as they did.
"Breakfast! Don't make me call you again." Mom's shout broke the tension of our deadlock. The twins flicking their hair as they span and ran for the stairs. I threw on some joggers and a hoodie and headed down myself.
The table was filled with a real breakfast buffet. Mom's way of apologising for being back so late the night before. Pancakes, bacon, yoghurt, fruit, granola. The twins already sat filling their plates, they looked up at me with devilish grins as I entered the kitchen. I took my place opposite them.
"Morning hun! Sleep well?" Mom didn't turn from the sink as she spoke. She wore a black jumper, with her dark hair falling midway down her back. I couldn't help but glance at her large ass in her skinny blue jeans. I thought back to the small red thong I'd found in her wash and wondered if she wore something similar now. If she had a g-string currently wedged deep between her large cheeks as she spoke.
"Urmm, yeah. I guess." I stumbled over my words as I attempted to shake the image of my mom's ass out my mind. The twins opposite me both wore tight fighting shirts, a hint of nipple betraying the lack of bra beneath. Not that they needed one, their tits were both small and permanently perky. As they stood in unison to reach across the table I noticed their shirts ended high on their stomach. Revealing their pierced belly buttons, the colour of the gem hanging down the only discernable difference a stranger could use to seperate the two. One baby blue, one baby pink. Leaning across the table their small tits hung in their shirts, the size of a perfect handful.
"We slept great mum." Laura declared as they took their seats and both regained eye contact with me. "We were 'locked' in for the night." She winked as she spoke.
"Yeah we've really got the 'key' to a good nights sleep if you need it brother!" Lisa couldn't hold back her giggles.
"What are you two going on about." Mom turned back to the table placing a large jug of juice in front of me. As she bent over her low cut top betrayed the noticable difference between her and the twins. Her large tits hung low, I stared longingly lost in her heavy cleavage. The hint of a red bra peeked out from the edges of her jumper, possibly the matching bra to the panties. As I pictured her wearing nothing but the matching set I felt pressure on my cage. And not just the internal pressure of my cock struggling to get erect over my Mom.
Looking down I saw the bare foot of one of the twins in my crotch. Pressing hard against the plastic. Her small toes adorned with baby pink nail polish, slowly wrapped themselves round my straining dick only making the discomfort worse. I looked up at them both but their matching grins gave nothing away as to who was tormenting me.
Click. Click. As one of them toyed with my package the lock began to click against it's cage again. Fuck. I reached down and pushed the foot away, nervous Mom would hear. But as I managed to get one foot down, two more appeared. This time one with the baby pink nails and one with baby blue. At least now I knew it was both of them. Lisa's baby blue foot gently tapped at my balls from below, enough to cause discomfort. Meanwhile Laura wrapped her pink toes back around my package, continuing to rock side to side. Click. Click.
"As you know Me and your Dad are away for the last week of the month." Mom continued, clearly oblivious to what was going on beneath the table. "I need you three to behave and look after the house."
"Oh don't worry Mom." Lisa beamed. "We'll have 'everything' under control."
Click. Click. A few sharp kicks to my balls as she emphasised 'everything'. Mom frowned and glanced toward the source of the clicking but quickly shrugged it off as the noise stopped, returning to tidying the kitchen.
"Good. Now hurry off to Uni you three. Don't be late."
I'd hoped Uni would spell some respite from their torment, but it wasn't long till I realised I was niave to hope for any relief. It wasn't till after my second lecture till I recieved the message however.
'Hey Girl! Hope our cage hasn't been too distracting!' The message from Lisa flashed up on my phone, beneath the invite to a new group chat.
'Girls Chat'
'We couldn't help but notice you getting ready for Uni this morning' - Lisa
'It appeared as though you made a mistake.' - Laura
'Yeah, we think we saw you put on a pair of your boring plain boys boxers?' - Lisa
