In my senior year of high school, I had a stupid accident. I was running track and field and my specialty was the steepchase. So I was always running around practicing, jumping over fences and shrubs when I missed my footing one day and crashed into someone's garden fence. A shard of old wooden fence speared me in the taint, and the doctor told me I was damn lucky it didn't rip my balls off. When I jumped, I landed face first and instinctively brought my hands up to protect myself. My face was ok, but I had badly scraped up my hands.
I left the hospital with my hands and forearms bandaged. I was also wearing what looked like a diaper that secured a pad that absorbed the pus from my stitched wound. The doctor told me and my mother that I had to clean and change the dressings twice a day.
My mom was not thrilled. She looked older than her 36 years. She worked at Walmart at a crap job, ever since my dad left us a couple years ago. She worked a 10 hour shift and then liked to go for beers with her friends from work. I pretty much took care of myself. She had no time for dating. She preferred to hang around her friends and bitch about men, bastards, assholes who dumped their wives and left them with kids.
So that first morning after my accident, I struggled to change my dressings but I couldn't with my bandaged hands that were actually bound up to my elbows. I couldn't reach my diaper and pull the nasty wad of bandages there. I reluctantly called my mom for help. My older sister, Callie, screamed from her room for me to shut up.
My mom was getting ready for work, sitting in the kitchen having coffee and her first drag of her vape when she heard me yell for her. She marched into my room and saw me flailing with my arms in the air. I think that was the first time I saw her smile in a long time. She went to the bathroom and returned with wet hand towels.
"Cmere," she ordered me to scoot over to the side of my twin bed so she could sit down. She curtly pulled down my sheets and then slid my boxers down. I went beet red with embarrassment but she said nothing at first, pushing my legs apart so she could see the nasty bandages and padding which needed to be changed beneath my balls.
"Well, you've bigger." She finally said. We both laughed as she reached for my balls and gently pushed them aside. She had a pair of kitchen scissors which she used to cut away the old bandage which held the padding in place. Her one hand held the scissors, the other held aside my balls. I looked down at the ridiculous sight, my mother's soft hands, and to my horror, I started to get hard. I watched my dick twitch first, and I tried to will myself to stay soft, but it was as if my mother was noticing the movement. She cupped my balls to move them out of her way. "When was the last time I saw your wiener? Maybe you were 8 years old?"
"You need a shower!" She said, "All I smell is ball sack." She smiled. "Wouldn't expect your mom to say that, would you?"
I shook my head wordlessly and then closed my eyes as my rude little dick committed itself to embarrassing me. It began to swell and grow, erecting in front of my mother who said nothing as she wiped the wound and continued to work on my bandages.
"Sorry," I whispered.
"It's natural, son." She leaned in for a closer look at the wound but I shrank back because I thought she was looking at my hardon. Then, as if to show me all was ok, all was fine, she cupped my balls back until her hand also encircled the base of my boner. I gasped at her firm hold but said nothing as she continued to work on the wound with her other hand.
"You're definitely larger than your father." She finally looked at me and smiled. I made an attempt at smiling back but it was sooooo weird having my mother hold me by the balls and the base of my erection. She waved my boner as if she wanted a better look from different angles. "You're shaped just like your dad, though. Big curved one." Did it feel like she was purposely squeezing the base of my dick, plumping me up?
Suddenly my sister, Callie, popped her head in, "What's up, guys? OH MY GOD!" She shrieked and danced away from the door. Then she returned, "MOM! What are you doing!?"
"I'm cleaning your brother's bandages. Don't be so silly. You might have to help out some time!"
Callie laughed, said, ew, and gross, and ran back to her room.
Mom finally finished with the bandages down there. She then worked on my hands which thankfully did not require her holding my dick, though I remained hard as she finished with me.
"I've got to get to work!" she declared. Then, she kissed me on the forehead (something she hadn't done in years), tapped my pain killers on my nightstand, and left.
I popped a couple pills and fell asleep.
When I work up, I wasn't sure of the time. It took me a couple blinks to realize it was almost 7pm, I was starving, and I was still in bed, lying my sweat-damp sheets.
I heard the door - my mom was back from work. She walked into my room and sniffed the air. "Geezus, you're stinky. You've been asleep all day?"
I nodded. I blearily got up out of bed and went to the bathroom for a long piss. I stumbled back into my room where my mom had already changed my sheets.
"Lay back," she commanded, "I'm going to give you a sponge bath."
"Mom, no, i'm fine."
"Just lie back. Do you want your filth to infect your wounds?"
Reluctantly, I fell back into bed. But I did not expect my mom to immediately pull my t-shirt and then my shorts off. I closed my eyes as she started scrubbing me with a towel and bucket, listening to her mutter that I was a lot bigger than the last time she gave me a bath. After I was sponged clean, she got out the bandages, parted my thighs and was back to cupping my balls and changing the taint padding.
I quietly laughed at myself as I firmed up again. This time, she had a laugh in her voice too as she said, "There's my baby boy!" She readjusted her grip to hold my balls and the base of my erection again.
"How are you and Ashley getting along?" she asked.
"We broke up last month."
"Oh, that's right. Seeing anyone now?"
"Nope."
There was an odd silence. "So, were you and Ashley having safe sex?"
"Mom!"
"Don't yell at your mom! I can't be cleaning out your nasty wounds and not think about whether your girlfriend was taking care of my baby boy or not!" She purposely squeezed my balls and base and I threw my arm to cover my eyes.
My mom calmed down a little and I could feel her waving my baton. I peeked from my arm and could see her staring at my dick, like a snake charmer. Suddenly, she shifted her hand, so that instead of cupping my balls at the base, she calmly gripped my shaft and pushed forward like a gear shift to draw my balls away from the wound.
"Oh, it's so warm!" she said. I felt my mom's hand squeeze my shaft a little. "So how many girls have you slept with?"
"Mom!"
"Just making conversation, son. I care about you. Obviously." She laughed a little. "I mean here I am holding my grown son's boner to clean his nasty wound. What kind of mother would I be?"
"Sorry," I shifted in the bed, and to my horror, the movement resulted in me pushing my dick in her hand, as if I was pumping in her palm. "Sorry!"
"That's ok. I made you. You're my flesh and blood."
"I've had 2 girlfriends I was serious about. Ashley, and you remember Laurie?"
"Oh, that's right! You were pretty young then! I didn't realize you were having sex then!"
I blushed, "we just experimented." I kept my eyes closed, "How about you, mom? Any boyfriends since dad?"
"What? How? When? I work to put food on the table. I've got long Walmart shifts. When do you think I have time to go on a date?" She playfully whacked my boner which caused me to jump.
"Sorry, I mean, why don't you? You're still young?"
"No, too busy." She finished up with my bandages and marched out of the room.
Suddenly I heard Callie return. She ran over to my bedroom door to peek in. "OMIGOD, you are still butt naked. What is that? OMIGOD, is that you're boner?" She squeal and ran off.
Later that night, I heard my mom on the phone chatting with a friend. "I haven't seen a hard dick since my husband, and now my son is lying in bed with a boner that's like a giant version of his dad's." She giggled. "No! No! Of course not! Don't be gross, he's my son!"
I assumed her friend was saying something rude about me. When i went to bed, I was hard again. But without the dizziness of my pain meds, it occurred to me that I couldn't jack off with my hands bandages. If I took my meds, I'd lose my boner and fall into another 12 hour sleep. But here I was, wide awake, boner resting on my stomach. I rolled over, face down and started humping. But with each grind, I could feel pain in my taint. I started to worry that I was damaging the dressings. I gave up, took my pills and fell into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, my mom walked into my room, pulled down my sheets and saw 2 things - my morning wood, and a bloody mess.
"What did you do?" she shrieked.
I explained that I was tossing and turning the night before and had probably pulled at the stitches.
She wiped me down, muttering about my stupidity. "You're lucky. The stitches are still there. They didn't tear away. What the hell were you doing?"
"I was trying to relieve myself. Couldn't. Sorry." I was pretty grumpy trying to have to explain that to my mother.
"Oh," she took a softer tone. She cleaned up the blood and said nothing for a change. She took the damp washcloth and wiped down my boner, my balls. Then she rinsed off the cloth in hot water and came back to wipe my chest, my stomach. Then gently, she held my boner and pulled back my foreskin.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" I cringed at this added intimacy.
"Need to clean here. You don't want dick cheese giving you an infection, do you?"
I turned my head away while she carefully wiped my glans.
"There we go, it's like a big strawberry. Now it's all nice and clean." My mom finally let go of my boner but she did not retract my foreskin. "I can't seem to get the hood back up," she cheerfully said.
I reached down to do it myself, but my bandaged hands were useless.
"Let momma do it," she reached again and started massaging the head of my dick to work the foreskin up. I was fairly tight down there, my foreskin usually retracted in place around the head of my dick so it took her a lot of squeezing and pushing to get any part of it up over the gleaming purple head.
But my mother's soft hand and the gesture she was making, pushing and pulling on the head of my dick, only made me harder. And the harder I got, the bigger my dick head got, and the more difficult it was for her to push my foreskin up.
"Mom, just leave it."
"No, I'll figure it out." she squeezed and massaged as if my dick was a Rubik's cube to be figured out. "Oh-oh," she said, "You're leaking." Her finger tapped the end of my dick at the sticky strand of precum.
"For fuck's sake, mom, I'll figure it out." I tried to sit up, but my mother pushed me back down.
"I know what would work. If we got rid of this erection, your foreskin would pop back up." She started to purposely and strenuously jack me off.
I froze, horrified, thrilled. I pointed my toes and took a peek at my crotch to see my flaring red dick, retracted like a cobra, in my mom's little hand. She was jacking me from mid-shaft, just below the head. Then, she stopped, ran to her room and came back with a tube of her hand lotion. She squirted a line on my dick like ketchup on a hotdog, and started working my shaft up and down. Her face was just an inch away so I felt her breath. I was feeling so confused. I was enjoyed the handjob, but worried my mom would do something else, like, who knows, putting me in her mouth.
But I did not have to worry. I listened to the sloppy glick-glick-glick wet sounds of her lotiony hands jerking my reddening shaft.
"What's going on, mom?" Callie was at the door, staring in shock.
"Nothing, Callie, just trying to help your brother get his foreskin back up."
Callie took a step into my room for a better look, "Oh, my boyfriend doesn't have that."
"Your boyfriend is circumcised?" mom asked, "And why would you be playing with your boyfriend's dick?"
"Mom!" Callie huffed.
My face remained beet red with embarrassement. I couldn't look at my sister, even though she was fine standing there watching our mother jack me off. Finally my toes spasmed and I came on my stomach. Sure enough, as I softened, my foreskin popped back up into its normal pouty position. My mom wiped off the cum from my stomach, packed up her towels and cleaning kit and went back to the bathroom.
"I have a late shift, Callie. If I'm not home by 11pm, you'll have to help your brother change his bandages."
"Ew! I'm not doing that!"
"He's your brother, Callie. Don't be a bitch!"
That night, we got a text that mom was working late, so Callie bounced into my room to change my bandages. As soon as I got hard, she laughed, took a picture, and jacked me off with 3 fingers, groaning how gross I was.
I had to have my dressing cleaned for 2 weeks before the doctor could remove the stitches. For the rest of the 2 weeks, my mom and sister jacked me off twice a day. My mom said nothing while she did it. She stared at my erection like it was a long lost treasure. She always began by "accidentally" retracting my foreskin and then masturbating me to get me soft enough to pull it back up. Callie jacked me off quickly, giggling like she was playing with a joystick.
After 2 weeks, after the doctor had removed the bandages and given me a clean bill of health, my mom drove us home in silence.
"Thanks for taking care of me, mom." I said sort of lamely.
"That's what mothers do," She said.
I got the impression that she was disappointed. She was disappointed she didn't do anything more to me when she had the chance.Just a few weeks after I was back on my feet, I stupidly jumped back into sports full tilt with track and field, It took just a day for me to come home and find that I had ripped my old wound under my balls.
I forgot how much my mom screamed at me as she drove me back to the doctor's. Something about insurance deductibles, something about being stupid, something about fucking up her day. She didn't give a crap that my track and field days for the school year were finished. And if I didn't let myself heal up properly, that could be the end of my track and field for good.
When we got home, I limped to bed, fell face first, and rolled over to see my mom at the door.
"Well, let's take a look." she said.
"We just went to the doctor's. I don't have to change the dressing until tomorrow. And..." I held up my hands... "I can do it myself this time."
"Watch your smart mouth!" she said. "Get those shorts down NOW!"
Startled at her anger, I slid off my boxers. My mom sat beside me and cupped my balls, moving them aside to see the padding.
"Not again!" My sister Callie was standing there.
"Yep, your stupid brother ripped himself open again!" Mom gave me a firm tug and for an instant, I was wondering if she was mad enough to rip it off.
"Callie? Sit here. I think we should pray." Mom gestured for my sister to sit on the edge of the bed with her. I felt a cringe - mom rarely went religious unless she was super-mad.
"Look at your brother. He's getting a boner. Mr. Boing-boing. Just like his dad."
"No I'm not." I reached down to cover myself, but she moved my hands away so that Callie could see me firming up, swelling and stretching to my full girth."
My mom squeezed the base of my balls, "Grab a hold, Callie. Let's pray."
Callie held me mid-shaft. She had a smirk on her face at my embarrassment and discomfort.
"Lord, please make my son smarter. You made him an athlete, given him the gift of sport, but please make him smarter because he has done stupid again, tripped over his own feet, and almost ripped open his balls."
"It wasn't my balls," I protested but my mom shushed me.
I've never had two hands on my dick. It made me feel huge. Callie was revving me like a motorcycle handle with a delicious grip and twist, while my mother still cupped me though my balls were practically spilling out of her hand.
Mom finished her prayers and let me go. Callie took a moment before releasing me. She smiled at my erection which now felt twitchy. I scowled at my mom as she left the room and glared at my sister who was still standing by my bed smirking.
"Get the fuck out of here!" I said.
"Let me see your dick again, little brother."
"Go away."
"No, I want to see it."
I was hiking up my shorts to cover myself, but Callie sat back down and ran her hand on my thighs.
"You're a lot hairier than before. Now you have to shave yourself. Remember when we used to play in the pool and you were hairless there?"
"So were you!" I said defensively.
"Now look at you. Grown up." She shook her head and reached for my waistband, but I pulled away from her.
"You've got your boyfriend now, Dave. I presume you're getting lots of dick."
"He's okay. He doesn't have one like yours, all curved up like that. I remember playing with you in the pool against the water jets until you squealed."
I laughed at the memory. "So Dave doesn't have a curved dick like me?"
"No, that's why I want to see yours. Compare." She reached again for my shorts and this time I let her pull them down, hopping up so they'd slide past my butt. Her hands were fast - she was feeling my curved cock like she was sizing up a banana.
"Don't do that too much," I warned her.
"Why not? We jacked you off before to relieve the pressure." She tried to push down my foreskin, but I reclaimed my rudely awakened organ from her naughty hand. "I'm not done yet!" she whined.
"Show's over, sis." I tried to hike up my shorts but suddenly our mother was back.
"What are you two doing?" she demanded.
"Nothing, mom. he was just showing me something."
My mom motioned for her to get off my bed. Callie pouted and got up, but my mother sat down. "Callie, you have a boyfriend and I know you've been intimate. Boys will tell you they need sex to prove your love, but all it is - it's a chemical release. That's why boys maskerbate."
"Masturbate, mom." I said helpfully.
"Shut up, son!" she continued, "They masturbate, they have a release, and that helps their prostrate..."
"Prostate, mom."
"I said shut up, boy!" She reached for my curved boner. "A man needs to release every day. A woman, once a month - that's why we have periods."
"Um, mom, that's not what we learned in health," Callie said.
Mom ignored her, "All of your brother's piping runs from his private parts, past the taint to his rear end. That's why this taint injury is so serious. And that's why we need to help him release the pressure."
"Mom, that is so not what we learned!" Callie griped.
"Too bad, Callie, I'm your mother. Now watch me help your brother."
My mom started jacking me quick, then slow, quick, then slow. Her hands were already moisturized, so I laid back annoyed but with an angry red boner. With a practiced hand, she slipped my foreskin down and found an up and down moment that sleeved my shaft.
"Damn, I raised you good," my mom muttered as she seemed hypnotized by my erection. "Your daddy has nothing on you."
I sucked in my breath, trying to savor her jacking motion, but also unhappy with the attention between my sister's glazed stare and my mother's growingly tight grip.
"I wonder what you feel like deep inside," my mother muttered to herself. She was wearing her jean shorts and t-shirt. Suddenly, she looked back at my sister, "Get out! Leave the room now!"
"But I want to watch!" She pouted.
"Get out now!"
Callie trotted away, disappointed.
"Mom? You okay?"
With a swift movement, my mom stood up and pulled off her shorts. She climbed over me and aimed my hardon up into her glistening wet pussy.
"Mom! What are you doing?"
"God gave me a beautiful boy. I need to feel you inside me again." With that, she lowered herself on me. I felt as if I was being suctioned back up inside the womb where I came from. Her long neglected vaginal walls muscularly contracted around my shaft, her son. She placed her hands on my stomach, my chest, balancing herself as she reached down as if to reassure herself that she was impaled on her own flesh and blood.
I was wide-eyed with shock and pleasure as my veiny member sunk in and out of my mother. Her juices made my rod shiny, the veins more prominent. I exhaled as she sank down, inhaled while she pulled herself up with her eyes closed as if in prayer.
"Mom!" I groaned. "Mom!"
"My baby boy," she moaned.
"Mom?" It was Callie standing at the door, her eyes as wide as an anime character. I'm sure her view of our mother riding me was astonishing, my balls bouncing under her.
"Mom?" Callie called out again, but our mother's eyes were closed as she savored every inch of my young body in hers. She was making strange sounds, guttural noises as she rotated on me like a tilt a whirl.
"Mom?" Callie stepped into my room. I looked at her and mouthed, "Holy Fuck!" But Callie wanted a better look at the penetration. "You're so wet, mom! You're dripping all over him!"
"Ughh," was all that came from her lips as she bobbed up and down on my growing organ. I felt myself swell larger and larger as if to compensate for her loose lips that ringed my shaft.
But Callie couldn't watch anymore. She grabbed the base of my cock and pulled me out of mom on her upstroke. Callie sniffed my dick, wet with our mother's juices, and then swallowed me whole. Mom looked puzzled. She looked down at Callie's guzzling mouth slobbering over my unit. What filled one mouth, deprived a mother's cunt.
"I'm not done with him," Mom said. Callie reluctantly released my now dark red organ. Mom stuffed me back in and continued her riding.
Callie made do by feeling my abs, "Gee, you're ripped now."
"Thanks!"
"Don't let that get into your head, dork!" She snapped. But she seemed to take pleasure feeling my body and watching my dick disappear into our mother's womb.
Finally, I started panting and gasping like an asthma attack. "I'm going to cum!" I yelled. My mother, anxious to enjoy every second of my firm boner, rode faster, pushing me quickly to the point of no return. I opened my eyes at that moment and looked at my mother's closed eyes. I released a huge load, so much so that I worried I was actually pissing in her, but instead, it was the creamiest of creampies. We sat like that for an eternity before she got off me and let my wet softening organ slip out of her, soaked with our juices, my rivulets of cum.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" My mom got off me and sat on the edge of my bed. "I feel like my body is humming." She finally stopped looking like a hypnotized mannequin. She smiled at me, "My baby boy. Did you like it? Did momma make you feel good?"
I was so confused at our mating. Me and my mother. But it felt so good, and I had never had a woman ride me like that, her heavy breasts straining beneath her t-shirt as she rocked her teenage son, her loose pussy sopping and tightening like another mouth.
She got off the bed and parted my legs to check my bandages. Then in a daze, she pulled up her shorts and left the room.
"What the hell?" I whispered.
"Yeah," Callie nodded, "What the hell was that! You fucked our mother!"
"She fucked me!" I protested.
"That was so insane." Callie looked at me differently - not the stupid dorky kid brother, but a guy with a ripped body and a curved dick. I don't know why, but instinctively, I covered myself with my hands.I remember waking up to the sound of the dog licking her paw. She was getting noisy, slobbering away and I tried to rouse myself and tell her to stop licking. But I quickly realized that we didn't have a dog, and the sound was coming from my sister, Callie, sucking on my morning wood.
She had started carefully, just licking the head, and then the hunger hit her and she was on me like I was an ice cream cone with foreskin. I squirmed and tried to wake up. I pushed away at her but she laughed and kept sucking me until the horrible realization that I was going to cum in my sister's mouth.
"Callie! Stop it!" I twisted and contorted my body but she was hunched over my crotch, her strong hands plunging down on my cock, keeping me in position as she suckled and gnawed on my veiny shaft and then addressed the reddening head.
"Geez little brother, your balls smell like wet dog!"
"Fuck off," I whispered. I was close to cumming and didn't need her to say anything to ruin the image I had in my mind that Wonder Woman had lassoed me to the bed and was sucking me off as punishment.
After I came, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down as Callie stayed clamped on my dick. She was sucking every drop, even as I softened in her mouth.
She finally released me, smiled and went back to her room.
If there was any benefit of being used by my mother and sister, it was that my mother started dressing up, putting on make-up and looking decent again. My sister, eager to please her boyfriend, Dave, practiced her blowjob skills on me, a kid brother eager to help.
One night, our mother was working late, and Callie decided to bring Dave back to our house. If I believed Callie, they had never had fully on sex, just lots of oral action. I listened jealously from my room as I heard Dave and Callie giggling in her room, and then the familiar sound of Callie's slurping as her boyfriend moaned softly, "that's the stuff. That's the stuff."
I was rock hard so i decided to jack off listening to them. I was using every hand position I could think of, left hand, right hand, back hand, fast and furious, slow fist pumping. Soon, I stripped naked and started humping my bed. I was working myself up to deliver a nice load in my pillow when Callie laughed at the door. I quickly rolled over and pulled the blankets to me in one motion, but both Callie and Dave were laughing, standing there.
"See, I told you? My brother gets off when I get off."
"Fucking sick puppy, dude." he laughed. Dave was a big guy who did weight training. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Callie was also wrapped in a towel - I guess they were going for a post-sucky shower together.
Callie took Dave by the hand and led him to my bed. "C'mon, I want to show you something."
"What the fuck?" Dave looked pretty puzzled. He looked at me then back at Callie. "I'm not into guys."
"No, silly." Callie hit his chest playfully. "Would you like to watch me suck off another guy?"
"Who, your brother? Are you kidding me?"
"I've been practicing on him so that I'm better for you." She smirked and tapped his shoulders.
Dave was processing this, "Are you kidding me? What the fuck?"
"You have a choice," Callie explained, "Watch me blow him, and you can do anything you want, or let him watch me blow you, but my ass will be up in the air and who knows what he'll do?"
Dave swallowed and looked at me cowering in my blankets. Then his eyes narrowed, "OK, babe, I want to see you suck off your brother. Sounds hot."
Callie turned to me and pulled the blankets out of my hand. Embarrassingly, I was still rock hard, so she simply grabbed my shafted and started sucking on me like a hungry snake. I rolled my head back in pleasure all while keeping an eye on Dave as he tried to figure out whether watching his girlfriend blow another man, her own brother, turned him on or not.
Since Callie was knelt over me, Dave yanked off her towel and slapped her ass. He stood behind her, watching her lick and suck me, then he dropped his towel to show off a very blonde dick. He spat in his hand, rubbed his organ and positioned himself into Callie, doggie position. With one sharp thrust he was in, but Callie cried out in pain and pleasure on my dick. She stood perfectly still, letting Dave pump into her before she fell into a rhythm and was soon bouncing her ass against him.
"Mmmm, suck your brother's dick!" Dave slapped her ass loudly and Callie moaned, humming on my erection echoing her pleasure. "I ought to fuck your brother's ass next."
Callie released my dick for a beat, "Leave my brother alone or else you won't ever get my ass ever again."
Dave laughed harshly and leaned forward to watch her suck me. "Grab that dick, suck your brother off. That good? Taste good? Fucking same DNA you're tasting right now!"
He kept pounding her athletically, her legs spread further apart. I threw my head back and announced I was coming. That only made Dave hornier as he worked himself up to pump faster and harder into her. I suddenly realized he was trying to cum at the same with me. I squirmed in my sister's grip to accommodate him and soon we were both cumming into Callie. Dave reached up to high-five me - our hands slapped loudly together like we were scoring a goal.
Callie was smiling as she spat out my cum into a tissue. She took more tissues to wipe Dave's creampie from between her legs. "Boys, you sure came a lot!"
The three of us sitting on my twin bed. Naked. Sweating. Post-coital. Didn't know if Callie had cum or not, but didn't care at that moment in time. Dave reached over to shake my hand, "Hi, I'm Dave, your sister's boyfriend."
I laughed, shaking his hand, "Adam, I'm Callie's brother."
We all laughed and Dave was shaking his head, "Man, this was pretty nuts watching you suck off your brother." He looked over at me, "So that's an uncut dick. Do you mind?"
Before I could say anything, Dave reached over and pulled back my foreskin. Since I was soft, it was fairly easy to retract. "That's cool." He let me go and kissed Callie deeply, "Your mom's pretty hot - does she do anything interesting?"
Callie looked over at me and burst out laughing, "OMG, Dave, she fucks Adam!"
"Seriously?" Dave looked at each of us incredulously.
"Seriously! She comes into his room, leaves the door wide open and rides him cowgirl - her own son!"
"Seriously? That is so hot!" To prove his sincerity, Dave's blonde cock became rock hard at the thought. He put his head on Callie's shoulder, "How do I get in on this action?"
Callie reached for his dick, "You want to watch my fucked up family? Join in? I guess that depends on Adam and my mom."
Dave reached for my hand and put it on Callie's hand which was wrapped around his organ. "What do you think, dude?" He looked over at me.
"Don't know. Maybe?" I looked at Dave's huge erection that protruded past my sister's fist. I imagined how Dave could please our mother. He might just be what she needed.