Dinnertime distractions

Sup, diary. It's nighttime now, and for once I don't have a girl on or around my junk. Gonna sleep alone... Pretty sure my balls would drop off if I tried to use 'em again.

After I wrote that last entry and blew my load down Mom's throat, I let her out from under my desk; someone's gotta make dinner, after all. I stayed up in my room for a while, taking a quick shower before browsing social media (which fucking rocks in this town, BTW; so many great mom/wife/**** pics). A few minutes of that got me hard again, so I went downstairs to see what was cooking. Man, I'm never gonna get tired of waltzing down the stairs buck-naked and fully-erect.

Soup was cooking, as it turned out... But more importantly, Mom wasn't alone. Dad was home from work, and Sis was home from whatever-the-fuck-she-does. The former was on his laptop (guess my cum didn't ruin it the other day), while the latter had her headphones in; I could hear pop music blasting, even from across the room.

"Hi again," I said softly, moving up behind my mother. She was wearing a little black apron (new item; thanks, Mrs. Cooley) and nothing else, so I went ahead and started groping her bubble butt. "Food's basically done, right? Doesn't need much attention?"

"Ah... I--It does, it's not finished." She glanced back at me, sticking her rear end out to give me better access. "...Sorry, Hon."

Just then, I heard Dad mumble something.

"Huh?" I let go of Mom and walked over to him, letting my cock flop onto the table. "What was that?"

"I--I said--" He faltered for a moment, probably distracted by both Mom's bare ass and my in-yo-face junk. "...It's a good thing. That you can't use her, I mean. It's about time."

"Jesus, do you ever learn? I can use her whenever I want," I replied. "Mom, twerk for me."

She looked confused. "What--"

"Okay, fine, just jiggle your ass. Bounce it around."

"Okay... Um, like this?" She started bouncing in place, wiggling her butt for me while still stirring the soup.

"Yeah, just like that," I said, pawing at my shaft and even rubbing it on the table a bit. "See, Dad? She's mine, 24/7... I'm just hungry, so I'm letting her cook."

"Fine," he mumbled, gritting his teeth and avoiding my gaze. "I get it. You... You can stop now."

"I dunno, I don't think you are getting it. We keep having this talk... Better make this one stick. SIS!"

She didn't react; her music was way too loud.

"Grab her, Dad. Bring her over here, ASAP."

"Ja--" I gave my father a look, and he fell silent. After a moment's hesitation, he grabbed my sister by the arm, pulling her out of her chair and towards my side of the table.

"Hey! What the fuck," she snapped at Dad, before finally noticing me and my erection. "...Jesus, are you two, like, working together now?"

"No," Dad growled, at the same time as I said "yes." Once my sister was kneeling in front of me, he gave me yet another glare. "What now? You're not gonna... Like earlier..." He shuddered, remembering just a couple hours ago when I made him **** Mom's head onto my shaft.

"Naw, not right now. You can keep working... Sis, eat my ass."

"Wait, what?" She stared up at me blankly.

"Do you not know what 'eating ass' means? C'mon, I know you've done it before."

"O-okay, but... You don't want me to blow you, or--"

"Nope. For once, I just wanna jack off."

"...Jesus fuck," she murmured, moving around behind me. "Goddammit."

"Relax, I just got out of the shower," I laughed, stepping forward; my cockhead was now just a few inches from Dad's laptop screen, and he was having a harder and harder time focusing on the email he was writing.

When I felt my sister's tongue between my ass cheeks, I shuddered and let out a little spurt of pre-cum. It dripped onto the table, right beside Dad's keyboard.

"Dammit--Fuck!" That got his attention. "Okay, Jake, what's your game," he said, moving the laptop away from me.

"Leave it there," I moaned, jerking off faster.

"Oh, for fuck's sake--Do you have any idea how long it took me to get all that... Stuff outta the keys? They still don't work right."

"Don't worry, I don't have to mess it up again. Mom can save it, if she wants."

My mother had been watching the whole exchange, and now she cocked her head to one side. "Huh?"

"I'm gonna cum soon, and it'll land wherever it lands. If she doesn't want my load on your precious laptop, she can catch it."

Dad was still furious, but he relaxed a little. "Okay..." He looked over to his wife. "I guess... Thank you, Dear."

"Wait," Mom replied. "I can't."

"But--What--"

"The soup's not done," she said matter-of-factly.

"B-but, but he's gonna jack off on my goddamn laptop! AGAIN! Just put the pot on 'simmer,' or whatever."

"Sorry," she continued, confidence growing. "Jake said he's hungry... He's so hungry that he won't interrupt me to get his rocks off. I really shouldn't delay this."

She glanced at me for reassurance, but I just shrugged; I wanted to let her own priorities dictate how this went down.

"...Dear," Dad muttered. "Please, come over here and put his thing in your mouth. Just for a moment. You seem to love doing that, lately. Come and--Just--Come suck off your son. Help him out."

"I'm helping him just fine over here," she replied. "I think our daughter has him handled right now. Doing okay, Sweetie?"

"Mmph, mgh." My sister didn't sound happy, but her tongue kept flicking up and down my ass.

"Look, I'm still your husband, and I'm asking you to help me for two goddamn seconds. Please, Love! Can't you see this is important, I have work... Stuff..."

He trailed off as Mom shrugged and turned away. "I'm doing what's best for Jake. Like always."

Maybe it was the sight of her ass, or the feeling of my sister's tongue on mine... Or maybe I'm a huge perv, and it was my own father's begging that pushed me over the edge. In any case, I started shooting huge wads of cum onto his laptop for the second time in a week.

The moment I was finished, I heard Mom's voice again:

"Okay guys, it's ready!"

Dad just sat there, stunned and dumbfounded while me, Mom, and Sis got to work setting the table. We all ate dinner in silence... Well, except for the part where I ordered my sister to get back on the floor and clean me up a bit.

I'm in my room now, with nobody to keep me company: like I said, my balls are running on fumes. I can't get that picture out of my head, though: Mom standing there naked, totally ignoring my Dad's needs in favor of my own.

This town really is something special.