What Just Happened, part 10
This is the 10th installment in an ongoing story, in which our hero, Ed, got really sick during the pandemic, then woke up to find two evangelical church ladies knocking on his door. Without understanding fully what was going on, he quickly learned they thought anything he told or asked of them of a sexual nature was perfectly normal. Since then he's fucked a barista in a coffee shop while her boss hung around, then ass fucked a redhead who had just accepted a proposal in a park, with bystanders wandering around, before going on to various other perverted adventures. Trying to figure out how to monetize his unique ability Ed went to his ex-boss' house to make friends with through that ancient ritual of bonding, spitroasting his wife. Since then he has organized an orgy at work as well. In this installment, our hero goes to family dinner.
If you think your mom will ever stop bugging you to spend time with her, well... I'm 26 and it hasn't happened yet, so I guess we'll see. My sister, Sandy, had called me at work to let me know mom was pissed that I hadn't been over in a while. Well, weeks really, but in my defense, I'd been busy. First I was sick, then I had this new-found power of mine to play around with, which even got me back into my old job—with a raise to boot! So I was thinking about some of the things I could tell mom that would make her happier as I knocked lightly on the door as I opened it and let myself in, calling out "hi mom!" as I walked in.
My brother-in-law Steve was sitting on the couch nursing a beer, which he used to give me a salute as I came in. "Hey dude, glad you made it," he said.
Steve's a nice enough guy, though he and I don't have a lot in common. Traditionally I'm a bit of a loner, more into reading and playing video games than I am hanging out or, god forbid, playing sports. Steve, on the other hand, was much more of a bro, if you get my drift. He's a few years older than my sister Sandy, 35 to her 31. He and I are about the same height, a touch over 6 feet, but he's built like the football player he used to be. I noted that he's getting a bit of a gut, but he's still thick in the arms and shoulders. He's a mid-level manager at a marketing company, so they do okay.
I said, "hey Steve—mom in the kitchen?" I could hear her and Sandy knocking around toward the back of the house, so it was more something to say than anything else.
Steve said, "yeah, smells good doesn't it?" but his attention was already drifting back to the TV, which was playing highlight reels of some football game. Like I said, not a bad guy, but we just don't have that much in common.
I said, "see you in a bit," and wandered back to the kitchen where mom and Sandy were just finishing things up.
Mom immediately smiled when I came into the kitchen and said, "Ed—I was beginning to think you'd forgotten where I lived!"
I grimaced just a bit at her passive aggressive dig but didn't let on as she hugged me. Mom is just a little taller than Sandy, around 5'7 or so, and though she's around 51, she's still in pretty good shape thanks to her love of long hikes and aerobics. It's clearly her genes that gave Sandy her boobs, though where Sandy has DDs mom's are even bigger, a thought which passed through my mind as she hugged me. Either because of that thought—I've said before I'm a pervert—or because I looked over at Sandy and thought about the last time I tit fucked her, my dick jerked a little in my pants. Mom didn't react, but then ever since I'd gotten this weird power no one ever reacted to anything I said or did of a sexual nature, so who knows if she even felt it.
I hung around in the kitchen as mom and Sandy finished things up, while mom asked a few questions about my return to work. I could tell she was happy I had my job back, with a small raise as well, but something seemed to be on her mind. Before I could ask what it was, though, she asked me to help take things to the table since the food was ready.
I carried the chicken into the dining room as Sandy called Steve in and we sat down to eat. The food was good, though a bit on the healthy side for me—mom had been on a health kick for years now. We talked about normal family stuff, what was going on in the world, that kind of thing, until mom started talking about my job again.
I could tell she had something on her mind, and she finally said, "well, it's great that you're back at work and all, but isn't that a bit of a dead-end job, Ed? Didn't you say it's boring?"
I shrugged, "well, yeah, but it's work."
She motioned toward Steve, "it's just that, well, with your degree and everything, shouldn't you be thinking about management like Steve?"
I chuckled. "Mom, Steve has an MBA and I have an English degree, so tech writing is right where I belong."
Besides, I thought, who wants the hassle of a management job? But mom didn't let up and kept picking at me about upward mobility, financial security, and so forth. When Sandy joined in, I decided I needed to change the conversation.
I looked across the table at Steve and said, "so, you and Sandy have a good sex life?"
I started slowly, because I still had a hard time wrapping my head around this power I have. I wanted to change the subject but wasn't ready to say too much in case people got upset. I figured I could play it off as a bad joke if, for some reason, my power didn't work.
Steve just patted Sandy on her leg and said, "yeah, pretty good. Last night was fun."
Mom just had an expression of curiosity as if this whole conversation were perfectly normal. I looked at Sandy and said, "oh, what happened last night?"
She said, "oh, the usual. Steve was horny when he got home so I blew him and he tit fucked me for a while, then fucked me until he came before we had dinner."
I looked around the table and everyone still looked like everything was normal, so I raised an eyebrow at Steve. "You didn't eat her pussy?" I asked.
He shook his head and said, "naw."
I continued, "why not? Do you ever?"
He shrugged. "It's just not my thing. I mean, I do sometimes, but not often."
I shook my head. "Well Sandy gives great head—I know because she's blown me a number of times, so you should really go down on her too, dude."
Then I looked at Sandy and asked, "did you cum?"
She waffled her hand. "Sort of? I had a little one, but nothing big."
Mom patted her hand and said, "I know how it is sweetie—if you'd like, you can borrow my vibrator."