I had just got my first job working at a local bar and had been there for just over a couple of months when the pandemic happened. I really enjoyed what I did. Being a bartender had lined me up with some hot ass women. Almost every night I was going to someone else's place to get laid and spend the night. First it was my coworkers then it continued with the customers. I had my choice of really hot women. My preference was for those who most people would call "MILFs". In just two months I had fucked more women than most people would do in their lifetime.
But that all came crashing down when it happened: the so called "Pandemic"! The bar closed, I was laid off and plans I had made to move out were squashed. I had to move back in with my mom and my younger sister. Sis was still in high school. She was due to graduate in a couple of months and had just turned eighteen when we were put on lock-down. Mom ran a small business that she moved from her office and warehouse to running out of the house. It was virtually unaffected by the crisis. She did have to keep the warehouse where she kept supplies, equipment and product but she rarely visited there.
I'm 20 years old and have been in great shape all of my life. I'm six-foot-one and weigh around one-hundred and ninety pounds. I workout more than most as I believe that my body is my best asset in keeping the steady flow of pussy. Course, it helps to get return business when you have a cock like mine. It's eight inches long but it is so thick that it won't fit into a paper towel roll tube.
Mom, Linda, is 38 years old and in great shape. She has a body that most women half her age would kill for. Her ass is rock hard and her tits have to be at least 38's. She has no problem showing off her body and does it frequently; both at home and out. Leisurely, she wears, almost exclusively, yoga pants and sports bras. She has long auburn hair that she typically keeps in a pony tail. Professionally, it is a whole different story. Mom dresses like she should be on the cover of Forbes or some other such high-end magazine.
Sis, Mary, is a younger version of mom. Though her tits aren't as big. She too, wears those tight ass yoga pants but she'd rather wear a cropped shirt and no bra than anything. I've often seen the underside of her tits as she leaned over. They look pretty damn good. Her hair isn't quite as long as mom's and she prefers to wear it down.
Needless to say, it has been hard, no pun intended, going from a different piece of ass every night to frequently stroking my cock myself. But what makes it the "Hardest" is being locked in with these two sex pots after having been overdosing on quim for two months. It has been a horrible struggle.
But, the upside is that I have become so much closer to my family than I thought ever possible. I have always loved and appreciated my mother and the sacrifices that she has made for my sister and me. But since this quarantine has been going on, I have grown more grateful of her and who she is. She is smart, savvy and driven. She has turned the whole situation around and has made the best of everything. Her business has taken off like mad and it looks like when this is all over she will be moving into something more appropriate for a millionaire instead of the condo where we live now. She has already paid off my apartment lease and has made plans for me to return to full-time school and get my degree.
And have I mentioned that she is the most gorgeous woman I know? Here's the rub, no pun intended. She is not one to lounge around in her pajamas or sweat pants till noon. She gets up every morning just like she is going to her office and dresses in her best. She puts on makeup and does her hair. She tells sis and I that it makes her feel more productive. Consequently, Mary and I have taken to dressing ourselves accordingly. Mom appreciates the effort and she's right. It makes us feel a little more normalcy.
The side effect of this is that I get to see Mary dressed in the hottest outfits that vary from short short skirts, to low cut dresses that show her sweet tits and the normal leisure wear; her yoga pants and a cropped shirt.
After a couple weeks of no pussy, I was starting to become desperate. Jacking off two or three times a day wasn't cutting it. I needed the feel of warm, wet tight pussy. It was becoming debilitating. Mom had engaged me to help her with some of the day-to-day running of the company and I was starting to work 8-10 hours a day answering phones, calling clients, working social media ads etc. My horniness got so bad that there were times that I would have to interrupt what I was doing to slip off and rub one out.
Mary was working with mom and I in the office and it only made the situation worse. We were working together in a small room that was designed to be a dinning room with two of the hottest women I knew and who were, now, my only contact with femininity. I began to lust after them greatly. I found myself going to great lengths to sneak a look up their skirts, down the blouses or even at their asses when the bent over making whatever they were wearing tight. Then I'd use that as inspiration each night to masturbate.
Every day, as we finished work, we would all gather at the large window that looks over the street below and join everyone in making noise in appreciation for the healthcare workers and heroes of the city. It became a ritual in closing the day and we enjoyed it. The window was behind the sofa so we'd all kneel on the couch and raise the window to contribute to the din throughout the city. This took place at the same time each day. It was irrelevant as to the business that was going on, what we were engaged in or, most importantly, our state of dress. We did it religiously.
I particularly enjoyed this time of day because many times when, during this ritual, I had caught glimpses of the panties, ass cheeks and, at times, even the cloth covered pussies of my mom and sis as they mounted the couch and moved about waving at the people below. Needless to say, when we finished each day, I often immediately excused myself to the bathroom to pound away at my stiff cock.
It reached a boiling point when I started to believe that they were doing things to get me to look at them, to attract my attention; to make me horny! In the tight quarters of the office I enjoyed them leaning over me, rubbing against me with their tits, their asses and at times, even their crotches.
Since mom's place was a two bedroom, my moving back in had necessitated Mary and mom sharing her bedroom. I'm sure that I could hear them giggling at night and sometimes heard my name as they laughed. I was also sure that I heard the word, "Cock" one time in the middle of a conversation about me. It was then that I decided that I had to take matters into my own hands and do something more than pulling my pud. I needed to take an offensive.
