Eric stood in the door of the laundry room, his thick hard cock throbbing in his hand. He was staring at his mother’s voluptuous pantied ass. She was bending over the dryer and pulling clothes into the laundry basket. Eric walked up to her, and rubbed his cock against her soft cotton panties.
“Eric, honey, not now,” his mother sighed.
“But Mom,” Eric whined, “I’m horny.”
“Tough. Your father is going to be home in an hour and I still have a million things to do. Despite what you may think I don’t revolve around your needs. Why don’t you go ask your sister?” She stood up with her face obscured by a mountain of laundry. Eric sighed and watched his Mom and her sweet ass scamper off down the hall with the huge laundry load. He really loved the way his mom screamed when he fucked her up the ass. Still, his sister was pretty hot too.
Eric walked to his sister’s room, and stood at the door. He could here her moaning. Good, maybe she’s already masturbating and wet for me, thought Eric. He walked into the room. His redheaded sister was on her bed completely naked. Her right hand was rubbing at her wet cunt, and her left hand was holding the phone to her ear.
“Mmm, yeah, I love it when you call me that. You make me so fucking horny. You have to come over and fuck me hard right now. I need your big cock in me, please...” she moaned louder into the phone. Eric walked into the room and knelt between her legs, smelling her sweet musk.
“Psst, hey Cindy,” Eric whispered, and flicked out his tongue with a devilish grin. He loved the taste of Cindy’s pussy.
Cindy, covered up the phone. “Not now, dorkface, I’m on the phone with dad. Go bother Mom or jack off something.” With that, she kicked him in the face. Eric rolled off the bed. He stood up and walked out to his room. He started to put on clothes. He might actually have to leave the house if he wanted to get any action. He had been horny all day, and he knew just whacking it wouldn’t satisfy him. It had been hell at work. How was he supposed to concentrate on work with thoughts of his family running through his head. Eric sighed.
Eric tried to think who he could visit. Cousins Debbie and Michael were at a friend’s wedding out of town. Aunt Peggy had the flu, so she wouldn’t be in the mood. Aunt Janine was out on a business trip to Montreal. Uncle Ray had failed his parole hearing. Grandma was out of the question. The nursing home staff was just so damn nosy. He had bright thoughts about uncle Anthony for a moment, but realized the diocese would probably not be forgiving about a third incident. He sighed.
Eric heard a car door slam outside. Dad! He would be able to help him out! Eric’s dad gave the best blowjobs in the world, almost as good as his Mom. Eric raced to the front door.
His father walked in hurriedly. His hair was a mess and he was frowning. Eric thought after Cindy’s rush hour pep talk he would be in a better mood. Eric smiled.
“Hi Dad,” he said, and puckered his lips.
“Hi Slugger,” his father said, giving him just a quick peck with almost no tongue before rushing off to the kitchen. Damn it! Eric thought. Where the hell is this country coming to when a guy can’t even get a little tongue from his father? Christ! Eric walked after his father to the kitchen. His mother and Cindy were already there.
“Eric, glad you’re here. I was just about to call you,” his father said. “Listen guys. My boss is coming over tonight with his wife and his daughter. I have a promotion riding on this, so it’s important that tonight we don’t have any public displays of affection. It would really look unprofessional and Mr. Harris would definitely frown on it. Okay? Alright. Cindy, I need you to throw on some clothes and tidy up the house. Nothing too revealing. Eric, help your sister.”
Cindy pouted and flounced off to her room to find a suitable outfit. His mom had already covered up her luscious figure with a clean dress. Eric rolled his eyes and adjusted his painful boner.
He knew he should at least beat off before the company arrived, but the list of chores seemed endless. First the vacuuming, then emptying the trash, then sweeping the porch, then cleaning the windows. The frustration was horrible, and just when he had a break to go masturbate, a black car pulled up into the driveway. Mr. Harris stepped out. He seemed too tall to have ever fit in the car. His eyebrows knit together as he looked disapprovingly over the house. His blonde wife stepped out of the car. She looked like she couldn’t be more than twenty seven at most, either in age or IQ There daughter came out next. Eric gulped. She was gorgeous. She was almost as hot as his sister, maybe even hotter. Eric pushed the sick thought out of his mind and yelled down to the kitchen.
