Hinting at Treasures to be Had...

There was something about knowing your own mother has a butt plug that more or less broke my brain. More accurately, there was something about my mother using a butt plug for me that blew my mind. Only in some perverted masturabation fantasies had I ever even entertained the thought that my mum would be stuffed up like that, let alone actually owning one.

Following the sway of my mother and sister making their way back towards the kitched, I was suddenly alerted to the intense throbbing of my cock. There was no way that this would go down and no way that I could tuck it up anywhere either, it would be too painfully obvious. This was, to my blood deprived brain, a stealth mission of the greatest secrecy...

So, basically, I carried some of the placemats out to the kitched in front of my tented trousers and went hid my erection against the kitchen sink, ready for dirty dishes. Okay, so not quite the epic stealth mission my brain had conjoured but nonetheless my heart was pounding. Even with the situation as it was - having to eat from my own mother's butt, to survive - I was embarassed by my pulsating member. I knew that surely this must be natural, given the circumstances, and given that my own sister had felt it pressed into her without much of a reaction there shouldn't be too much any hassle. Yet, it had only been a couple of hours, there was no way that I could acclimitise to these conditions so quickly. Christ, it had been such a weird day.

By the time mum had left us too it Tammy had such a devious little smile.

"Really? You think neither of us would notice you doddling through with that thing practically straining through your shorts?!" Tammy giggled.

"Was it really that obvious?" when it came to Tammy's little giggles I couldn't get mad at her, it was just too pure. I scratched the back of my head awkwardly.

"Please!! You were practically hypnotised when mum whipped out the buttplug, you'd be an idiot not to know - you're so lucky that mum was too embarassed to acknowledge it, Perv" she continued to harass me.

"Geez, you could've given me a kick or something - I have been comatose, ya know!" I rehorted.

"Does it really get to you that much" Tammy pressed, her tone taking on a new lilt.

"Huh- I, uh yeah. It's just I- I don't know, the taboo of it all. It's just kinda hot"

"That and the fact mum looks like an epic pornstar right?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the obserdity of the situation. That and Christ did she have a point about mum being built for porn! Fat ass, big tits, and a waist that had no right being that slim. Thinking about that...

"You can talk, you're one 'Hey step-bro' from being scouted by the whole fucking industry" (pun-not intended).

In hindsight it wasn't tactful and earnt me a series of heavy smacks from my sister. It was just too funny to watch her exasperated face, I was practically gasping for air.

"RUUUDE" she huffed, her cheeks a rosy blush. A couple seconds past as we mindlessly completed our chore.

"Does that thing ever go down" she giggled again "you're gonna dent the cabinets!"

Even though I was somewhat obscured, standing so close to the sink, it was still blindingly obvious I was painfully erect. In my humble opinion though, even Moses would have a hard-on with these two around. Besides, now I was eating out of my mother and my sister was being so coquettish there was hardly a moment, outside of my room, that I wasn't sporting a sizable tent.

"Christ, you're a menace" she said walking away "anyway, I need a knew towel this one is soaked through"

Continuing on the dishes, practically stripping the paint off of the plates as I lost myself in thought. How had it got like this? What were the, actual fucking, chances of having this unknown, neverbefore seen, disease? Even the chances of living through the conditin were slim, how in the world was this the solution - the thought of my mother's twinkling buttplug flashed in my mind again - and how far would it go? And then in happened.

In one fell swoop, I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

Tammy had kegged me. I could feel the cool air on my buttocks. My heavy prick didn't know what to do; soften in fear or stiffen further at the taboo of nakedness in the house. Fortunately it chose the later - it would have been too awkward to be soft. Pressing myself into the counter, the head of my knob pointed directly southwards and was no clearly visible between my skiny thighs.

"Tammy!.... Fuuck" I practically whispered in exasperation. This was way WAY outside of my comfortzone.

Clenched and ****, I think even Tammy knew she had gone too far this time.

"I knew you were big..." seemingly my sister hadn't noticed my stupor yet.

'At least that was something for the ego' I thought.

"Christ, Jayden. Sorry. I-I uh, I probably shouldn't have done that" Tammy stammered, her cheeks fiercely glowing red.