Blown by His Mom and Sisters
The Figure puts the last touches on its next creation. Its next way to have fun. A belt. Brown leather. A silver buckle with the words "Suck" on it. A simple concept. The Figure is thrilled by this. It knows just where to place it.
Slipping through the mist into
a
mortal world, it slips into a department store. No one "notices" the figure. They see it, but their eyes slid over it like it is the most unimportant thing in the world. The figure passes a display with novelty belts that have their own brash, funny, or trite phrase on the buckle and slips his on onto the hook.
The figure is gone before Neil comes along and sees it. The word, suck, lights up the youth imagination. His horny mind pictures the girls from his school sucking on his dick. With his cock throbbing and lust out of control, he buys it.
* * *
I couldn't believe I bought this.
I slid the brown, leather belt through my jeans' loops. Yesterday, it had made my horny mind come alive. I had been so excited by the idea I couldn't help but buy it, though the cashier seemed to have forgotten to ring me up for it.
"Come on, Neil," my mother called through my bedroom door. "It's breakfast."
"God, Mom's going to kill me," I muttered as I kept thrusting the belt through my loops. It slid through the denim as I wrapped it around my waist. I buckled it on, the world "suck" written in letters that flowed from one to the next. "The fuck was I thinking."
I wasn't.
I cinched it tight, my cock swelling hard. Of course. Those ideas of getting blowjobs from the girls at my school were filling my mind. For the last few years, it seemed like I was hard all the time. I wanted to jerk one off, but Mom was calling for breakfast. I shoved my shirt down to try and cover it and swallowed.
Why did I buy this? It was so dumb. I should take it off.
"Neil!" my mom called again.
A fist hit my door. "Come on, slug," my older sister shouted. "Listen to Mom."
She was a weird one to say that. She did everything to piss off Mom these days and yet if I tried to defy Mom, Shelly would be all over me. She had dyed her hair blue and cut it short, and even got herself a tongue-stud. She was twenty-one and did what she wanted.
"I'm coming," I muttered, gritting my teeth. I hated it when she called my slug. I wasn't something oozing around in here.
Just because she had spotted some cum stains...
I opened the door and headed downstairs, shoving down my shirt to stay over my belt buckle and that word. What would Mom think? The girls at school? I swallowed, my sock-clad feet whisking over the carpet.
"I'm going to get to play the solo," my younger sister, Lisa, was saying. She was an excited girl. "Me, me!"
"I know, dear," Mom said with patience. "See, all that practice played off."
"Yeah, blowing on a trumpet is great practice," said Shelly. "When are you going to start playing the skin flute?"
"What?" Lisa asked while my dick throbbed. I didn't want to think of my little sister doing that.
"Shelly, don't say stuff like that to your sister," Mom admonished.
"What's a skin flute," Lisa objected.
"When you're older," Shelly said. "Slug, get your ass down here! You're going to make us late for school. It's breakfast."
"Don't call your brother slug," Mom said with patience.
"I am too old enough to know," Lisa whined at the same time. "I'm eighteen. I'm in college now! I have a solo! What is a skin flute?"
"She's just teasing you," Mom said. "Neil, honey, come on."
"I'm cumming," I said, my dick fully hard and needing adjusting. I fixed that and hoped no one would see my bulge. Especially not Shelly. All I needed was, "The slug's looking active. Watch out, or he'll slime you, Lisa."
Like I would do anything with my little sister. That was gross. Now Tracy the cheerleader or Mrs. Jun the hot Korean teacher or Veronica or Linda or Carla or Lacy, who was Tracy's twin sister, would be a different matter. Even Mrs. Daniels across the street would be awesome or Mrs. Travers, my friend's mom. Those beauties all floated through my mind as I drifted into the kitchen/dining area. The table was right by the kitchen and flowed into the living room with no real break.
"There you are," Mom said, smiling at me. "Good, we might be late, but we'll get our breakfast."
"Yep," I said as I headed to the table and... Mom moved up before me. "Uh..."
She fell to her knees before me.
"Uhhhh...?" groaned from my mouth.
Mom, humming like she was cleaning, grabbed my belt buckle. I gaped at her as she didn't comment at all about the word and just undid it. I stood there so stunned that I didn't know what to do as she uncinched my belt and then popped the fastener of my jeans. My zipper rasped down, my blue boxers peeking out.
"Uhhhhhhhhh?" I still couldn't find the words. What was she doing?
"Oh, no fair," Lisa said as she darted to the table with a plate covered in scrambled eggs and bacon. Her light-brown hair was gathered in pigtails, her blue eyes bright. She was a petite girl in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, still looking too young to be going to my college. "I wanted to suck him off first. No fair! I'm next."
"What!" Shelly said as she followed Lisa to the table. "I'm next!" Her short, blue hair swayed about her lush face. She wore a crop top that showed off her cleavage and her jeans were skin-tight and rode low, a red thong peeking out.
"I called it!" Lisa said.
"Your sister called it," Mom said and then pulled out my cock. "Oh, Neil, just what your mommy needs."
"What?" I finally spluttered as she pulled my hard cock to her lips and...
Kissed the tip.
A shiver of heat ran down my cock. I gasped and stared down at my mother. Her blue eyes stared up at me with motherly warmth, her black hair spilling about her face and falling down to her shoulders. She wore a lilac house robe. Her hand gripped my cock. She stroked it as she smooched over the crown of my dick.
My mom was kissing my cock.
Her tongue flicked over the crown.
My mind short-circuited. This couldn't be happening. It was my mom. A girl--a woman--was finally touching my dick, and it was my mom? My brain tripped over the thought. I didn't know what to do while my sisters just watched on with excitement, looking eager as they ate their breakfast.
