Lunch, A Nap, and an Invitation

The awkwardness of Chris’ nudity was short lived, even for him, which was a little weird.

He chalked it up to just being a bit drunk, but a small part of him suspected his dad might’ve used his phone to just make him be comfortable in the nude.

Lunch was ready not long after, and the four of them casually enjoyed their meal.

Feeling half-starved from having been drinking on an empty stomach, Chris sat in the living room watching TV by himself until Redhead Sam came in with a plate loaded with food in one hand and a fresh beer in the other.

“Here ya go, son.” She said with a warm smile, bending over and allowing her expansive cleavage to get just inches away from his blushing face. “We‘ll eat in the kitchen, but just shout if you need anything.”

“Alright, uh… Dad?” Chris said, not quite sure how to address this version of his father.

In his eyes, the one with black hair and a big dick was likely his real dad, but then again, they all were, technically.

“Call me Ginger.” She giggled, then leaned over to place a hand on his shoulder and give him a firm smooch on the cheek.

Chris didn’t recoil, but his eyes went wide with surprise, and his blush strengthened.

“O-Oh, okay… Ginger.” Chris stammered.

“You’re so cute.” She said, shooting him a wink as she turned to walk back towards the kitchen.

As she was leaving, Chris’ eyes were glued to the two gelatinous hams that her short shorts had trouble holding together. Ginger’s ass was giant, but perfectly sculpted, and was causing the meaty friend between his legs to swell as ideas began to pop up in his buzzed brain.

Before she actually entered the kitchen, she turned back to see if Chris was looking, and then giggled as he was certainly caught in the act.

Frustrated in more ways than one, a very hungry Chris practically assaulted the plate of food and guzzled his drink after every few large bites.

All the while, he heard his dads giggling and laughing and squealing in the kitchen. Those were one thing, but the occasional, lustful moans mixed in with those sounds was causing Chris’ heart to thump and his cock to swell up as he imagined what could be going on in there. He wanted to get up to take his plate and empty beer into the kitchen, but at the same time, he was afraid of what he might find on arrival.

His tolerance had gone up slightly from the daily drinking since he turned twenty-one, although he was still a bit sloshed from having pounded down four beers so quickly, and the food settling in his stomach was actually making him fairly tired.

Slowly moving to lay his naked body along the length of the couch, Chris began to drift off to sleep as he watched the show that'd been playing on TV.

He woke some time later, and aside from the mild fatigue in his body, he noticed that the house was strangely quiet.

Chris sat up and checked the time. It was only about 3PM, so the nap was maybe a couple of hours long. Still, he was surprised (and a little bit disappointed) that he didn't wake up with three big pairs of tits in his face. Although, his empty beer and plate of food had been taken from the coffee table, so he knew that his dads stopped by to check on him.

He stood up and stretched, then groggily wandered off to the bathroom to relieve himself with his hard, tube-like swinging around in front of him.

When he opened the bathroom door, he heard the sounds of the shower running.

Instinctively, he wanted to close the door knowing that at least one of his three dads were in there.

However, he really needed to go, and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to come in and take a leak while the other was showering.

Plus, it wouldn't be a bad excuse to take a peek at the curvy silhouette behind a wall of steamy glass.

Chris took a deep breath and walked inside, trying to be as casual as he could.

"Sorry, coming in." He said as he did just that.

"Hm?" A sweet voice echoed in the shower. "Oh, sure Chris."

Chris didn't say a word as he went towards the pot and relieved himself. Draining the one-eyed lizard was strange with his new giant cock, but also somewhat amusing.

He couldn't tell which version of his dad was in the shower through the steamy glass, but he could make out the curve of her large breasts enough to know that they didn't belong to the mammoth set of the bimbo's.

"Clear." Chris said, warning the shower's occupant that he was about to flush.

The occupant giggled and stepped away from the water, and the deed was done.

As Chris turned to leave, she called out to him.

"Hang on a second!" She said, which made him nervous. "Don't go just yet."

Great, Chris thought to himself as he faced the shower.

How was she going to tease him now?

The sliding glass door opened up, and one of the Sams poked their head out from behind it.

It was Ginger, the one that'd brought him food earlier.

"Wanna help me wash up?" She asked, smirking coyly. "There are a few spots that I'm having trouble reaching."

Chris paused, taking a moment to think it over.

“Fuck it.” Was the general consensus of his groggy thoughts.

A shower sounded nice, and he wasn’t about to pass up another invitation from a goofy bombshell who was inviting him to feel her up.

Sure, his dad’s brain was in that walking wet dream, but the admittedly warming memory of her kissing him on the cheek and calling him cute was lingering on his mind.

Not only that, but his big aching dick might not forgive him if he turned away from the opportunity, as weird as it was.