Just some increasingly drunk futas

Arthur ends up running around a lot more with six futa all needing drinks. Ellen and himself are the only one's not having any **** and he tried to get her to help with the serving but she gave him a pout and told him that serving it was guys are for. That earned a round of laughter from everyone, including his mother and Jada. Ellen took it as permission and every time he went to get something for someone she made joke at his expense. Usually it was around the idea of him serving the futa present more than just drinks. She stopped when Marcia asked if she was wanting him to serve her specifically. She clammed up at that which shifted the teasing onto her, lead by Lenna.

"MUM I'M HOME!" Alice's voice from the front door sent Arthur out to get her at his mothers insistance.

"Hey sis," he found her at the door pulling off her top letting her breast hang free, she'd already shed her pants and her flacid cock swung heavily at her hips. The sight caught him off guard and he didn't finish.

Alice looked at him and notice where he was looking. "Hey fuckslut, I'm sweat for practice, be a good bitch boi and lick my thick cock clean." A hand wrapped around her cock and stroked it as she stared a him.

He felt spit build up in his mouth and swallowed. Thankfully he was able to recover before she pushed any harder. "Mum and her friends are over, we're all having a BBQ with Lenna and Ellen out back."

"Which friends?" Alice asked sill stroking her cock.

"The big three." He answered trying to not look at her hardening cock.

Alice face broke into a broad smile. "Throw these in the laundry bitch." She threw her underwear at his face and the smell of cum flooded his nose. "Oh yeah, I fucked my girlfriend so there's probably some cum left in them, try not to lick it up before cleaning them." She walked up the stairs cackling.

Arthur hurriedly pulled her underwear aware as the image of Alice fucking the head cheerleader entered his mind. He'd seen his sisters cock often enough that he had no trouble picturing her cock, but he didn't see her girlfriend all that much so the image of her was kinda vague. He picked up the rest of Alice's clothes and took them into the laundry. Putting them in the sink he poured in some of the cum dissolvant that was a stable of any futa household and left them to soak. Heading back to the BBQ he let his mum know that Alice was back and getting changed.

When Alice turned up she stalked over to Cora only to find Lenna having already occupied that milf. She glared at her sister and reluctantly sat next to Jada. Arthur was then ordered to get her something to drink with some added taunts. Unlike Ellen her taunts were not subtle about what his role should be here.

He did as ordered and also get a refill for everyone else. While he was handing them out however Alice walked behind him and pressed her cock against his ass. "Let me help with that." She said innocently grabbing the margarita jug in his hand.

"I've got it." He said not letting go. It was a mistake she was so much stronger than him he had no chance of holding onto the jug but becuase of his resistant the jug tipped and he ended up covered in margarita. "Damn it Alice." He complained as he felt the liquid soak his shirt and pants. Everyone looked over at the two of them, having not paid any attention to this until it became a show.

"This is what happen when boy don't listen to futas." Alice chided pressing her cock harder against his ass. "Guess you'll have to go change." A hand squeezed his ass and he yelped in surprise.

He looked to his mother for support. Alice was always super aggressive after her morning practice no matter if she'd fucked her girlfriend or not, but his mum was always able to get her chill out.

"She's right dear, you can't wear those clothes." His mum said staring at his drenched clothes. "Oh I know." She jumped up excitedly and hurried him inside, thankfully away from Alice. In the kitchen she pulled his shirt off, when he protested she chided him. "Don't want you getting a cold, get those pants off as well." She order while she undid the ties around her kiss the cook apron.

He figured she was going leave it here or take it with her to the laundry to wash, though there weren't any stains on it. When he was only in his underwear she held out the apron. "Huh?" He asked taking it from her as she grabbed his clothes.

"Go on put it on."

"I can go-"

"No, we can't let our server disappear to get changed." His mum said pulling the clothes out of his reach leaving him only the apron.

"Andrea what's taking so long?" Cora called out from the patio.

"Hurry up before they all see you like this." His mother was breathing heavily as he quickly put the apron over his head. "Let me help you." She grabbed grabbed the cords hanging at his waist and wrapped her arms around him.

She was suddenly very close, wrapping him in her arms as she tied the apron closed around him. Her chest was heaving with her breath right in his face but that wasn't what he was focused on. Her cock was pressing into him. It was soft but the bulge was huge, compared to his tiny cock it was goddess like.

She finished tying the cords around his waist but didn't take her hands away. "You've grown into such a pretty boy Arthur." She whispered leaning head down to his. "My pretty little boy."

"Andrea where's out waiter?" Marcia shouted. His mum let him go and stepped bacfk looking. He looked at the apron. It was broad enough to cover his nipples but that but his sides were exposed. It stopped just below his mid-thigh with a frilly trim. He blushed at how it looked but his mother cooed. "Can't forget the instruction." She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Guess that means you'll have to handle the BBQ while I drink." She smirked her lips only having pulled back a fraction. He felt the apron twitch as his cock, now free of pants tented his underwear. She spun and left him there after another call with instructions to get some more margaritas.

He made the new mix quickly, taking the chance to trap his cock between the elastic of his briefs and his stomach, there was still a bit of a bulge thanks to how tight his mother had tied the apron but with the chorus of growingly impatient futas expecting him he didn't have time to loosen it.