Thought I'd try my hand at a short story. I hope you find the results enjoyable and Evan's family gives you a good chuckle. I may consider future episodes if you find this fun.
Episode One: Sandy
Evan's family was an embarrassment. Most of the time, he thought that he was the only normal person who lived in his house. It wasn't that he didn't love his family. He did. It was just that, well, it seemed like everyone in his family delighted in humiliating him. It was never intentional, certainly. It was just Evan's luck. Unfortunately, Evan had awful luck, and a family of whacky perverts.
Today would be the day, he thought, that nothing weird would happen. He could safely bring Anna, the girl he'd been crushing on for months, home to meet his mother. It would happen on their way to dinner for their first date, but as luck would have it, Evan had forgotten his wallet. Needing to stop at home, just for a moment, to pop in and grab it, he was certain that nothing could go wrong.
"I'll come in with you," Anna said, "just to meet your mom."
"Alright," Evan said with trepidation, "Just let me call ahead and make sure she's not too busy."
Evan phoned ahead. This had to go well. His mother couldn't embarrass him. God and fucking Jesus, just this once, he prayed. He called.
"Hey, mom," he said, "I'm just going to run in and grab my wallet on the way to dinner, but Anna wants to meet you. Is that alright?"
"Of course, honey," Sandy assured him, "I'm just getting dinner ready."
Evan pulled into the driveway and escorted Sandy into the house. Everything had sounded normal. This would not be like the time that he'd brought Linda home for dinner, only to find his mother stuffing a rolling pin into her twat. It would not be like the incident in which his sister, Lua, had been practicing her deep throat skills on a ten-inch plastic cock, in the living room, when Evan had dropped in with his prom-date-to-be. This would go off well.
He opened the door and quickly glanced inside. The house was quiet. From the kitchen, he could hear the sound of water running and a spoon scraping a bowl. Evan took Anna's hand and led her toward the kitchen.
"Mom?" he asked, catching her attention.
Sandy whipped around, mixing bowl in hand, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore an apron that said, "Lick my Beater," in red letters. Evan flushed. At least she was wearing clothes.
"Hi, Honey!" Sandy said.
"Mom, this is Anna. She wanted to meet you on our way to dinner. I'm just going to run up and grab my wallet. Can you be nice to her?"
"Of course," Sandy said, setting the bowl aside.
"I'll be right back," he said, his eyes practically begging.
He took the stairs, two at a time, leapfrogging his way up to his room. He barreled down the hall, crashed through the door, snagged the wallet from his desk, then dashed back down. The entire jaunt couldn't have lasted more than twenty seconds. As he hit the bottom of the stairs, though, his heart sank. There were sounds coming from the kitchen, sexy sounds, wet smacking sounds. Jesus fuck! They hadn't been in the house for sixty seconds! How did this happen?
Evan burst into the kitchen to find his date nude from the waist down, her cute ass on the kitchen table, while Evan's mother eagerly sucked at her fuckhole.
"Oh, shit! Holy shit!" Anna cried, her hands gripping Sandy's hair.
"Mom!" Evan cried in distress, "What the hell?"
Anna turned her wild eyes toward him and orgasmed loudly on his mother's face, her tits heaving and breath coming in ragged gasps. Sandy stood up and wiped at her mouth, licked her lips.
"You see? That's the beater," Sandy explained.
"Oh my God!" Anna gasped, "Oh my God!"
"Have fun at your dinner, honey," Sandy said, as though nothing odd had just taken place.
Anna staggered from the table and pulled down her skirt but forgot her panties on the floor. She wobbled past Evan, into the hallway. Evan, his mouth open in shock, turned from his mother. Sandy continued making dinner. Evan ran after his date, who was getting back into the car with a dazed expression on her face. He bolted to the car and tore open his door, getting inside.
"Hey," he babbled, "I'm... oh my God, I'm so sorry! I'm so, so, fucking sorry. My mom... she's... I'm so sorry!"
Anna's body shook, a tremor of sheer delight, like she'd just swallowed the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
"Oh my God," she whispered again, and lay her head against the window, giggling.
"Anna? Are you alright?"
"What?" she said, suddenly snapping her head up and looking around, "Oh! Evan. What?"
"Are you alright? I'm so sorry about my mom!"
"Oh, yeah. It's fine. She was... your mom's great. Hey, what do you think if we just stay here for dinner?"
Evan flushed.
Episode Two: Lua
When Evan's lab partner wanted to do their assignment at the library, Evan was happy to agree. Unfortunately, the library was closed that day, due to a plumbing issue.
"Some bunch of sick bastards done shit up every toilet in the place!" Old Jones complained to Evan and Daryl, who had just been denied entry, "Ain't never seen nothing like it, and never want to again. Every toilet in the place! Shit them up good!"
"Can we go to your place?" Evan asked his partner.
"Nah," Daryl said, "My dad's back on the bottle and he'll be an ass, for sure. Your place?"
It was early in the day, so Evan's mother would be at work. His two sisters were unknowns. Lua, also, had her junior classes, but Evan didn't know her schedule. Jenny, in her senior year, was also a mystery.
"I don't know. Let me call the house," Evan said, praying.
He called the main phone at the house and got no answer. Next, he called Jenny, who confirmed that she was out with friends. Finally, he tried Lua, but got no answer. Lua was never without her phone. She even took the damn thing in the shower with her, in one of those little waterproof containers.
Evan knew this because she'd been so intent on the phone one day that she had attempted to get into the shower with him, naked, because she hadn't been paying attention. Lua was such a ditz, too, that she had been so absorbed in whatever she was watching on the phone, that she hadn't even noticed him in the shower (despite his cries of protest and the shower already running). It wasn't until his nude sister was bumping her ass against his erection that she, finally, noticed what she'd done.
Lua had screamed, dropped the phone, and then shrieked, "What the hell are you doing in here? Can't you see I'm showering?"
Evan had been so baffled, embarrassed, and horrified by the incident that he'd stumbled out of the shower, shampoo still in his hair, and quickly fled the bathroom in a panic. The lack of a response to his call seemed like a safe bet that Lua was, likely, in class.
"I guess we can go to my house," he said to Daryl.
Daryl followed his lab partner to Evan's home, where Evan let them in. Evan knew, immediately, that he had not been lucky. The sounds of porno playing from the surround sound system in the living room walloped them in the face the moment they opened the door. In 5.1 surround, the sounds of a groaning man and orgasmic woman assaulted their senses.
"Damn, dude!" Daryl said, "Your family's cool with this?"
Evan did not want to say, yes, to tell Daryl that finding a family member masturbating in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the garage, the back yard, was a frequent, almost daily occurrence.
"Maybe we should go," Evan said, instead.
Over the sounds of the porno, though, came a muffled, distressed mumbling. Evan couldn't ignore it. It sounded like Lua, and it sounded like Lua needed help. This, too, was not an isolated incident.
"Do you mind staying here?" Evan said, "I'll be right back."
"Are you shitting me?" Daryl said, "This I have to see!"
Fuck, Evan thought, and headed toward the sounds of the porno. The sight before their eyes was one that Daryl found shocking. Evan, though, sighed, embarrassed. His sister, Lua, sat naked, atop a Sybian. Her large tits jiggled obscenely as the thing rumbled beneath her, vigorously masturbating her twat.
Lua had gagged herself, before beginning and also handcuffed her wrists to the machine. Her ankles, likewise, were bound with lengths of nylon, which had been secured to eyebolts in the floor. Evan did not want to explain why there were eyebolts in the living room floor, so he was grateful that Daryl did not ask.
The crux of Lua's problem was, as usual, that she was far too inventive in her masturbations for her own good. Lua enjoyed challenging herself while masturbating. Unfortunately, Lua did not often think through all the implications of the predicaments she put herself in, necessitating that her family rescue her from her own traps.
In this instance, a balloon filled with air held the key to the cuffs. Only, when she'd hung the balloon from the ceiling, she had misjudged the height, or she had misjudged the length of the ties on her ankles. Therefore, she could not reach the key to the cuffs and had trapped herself on the Sybian.
How she had intended to get the key from the balloon was, altogether, another mystery. Likewise, the control box for the machine had been tossed some distance away. Evan wished that he could say this embarrassing situation was a one-off incident, but the fact was that this sort of thing happened with more frequency than was in any way reasonable.