Dan Almost Pulls It Off

Dan stepped inside and heard his sister humming in the kitchen. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then said to Grace, "Okay, follow me," before heading up the stairs.

Grace followed behind, anxious to make it to Dan's bedroom. Despite her singular focus, she did notice some of the family pictures on the wall as they walked. As soon as Dan opened his bedroom door, Grace pushed him and jumped on his bed. Realizing that he may not be okay with that, she quickly asked, "Do you care where I lay down or sit?"

Absentmindedly, Dan responded, "Nah, you can use my bed or whatever." His phone vibrated in his pocket, so he pulled it out and saw a text from his mother saying that she'd be back in five minutes. Thanking god that she let him know and wasn't here yet, Dan pocketed his phone and prepared to talk to his sister.

Before heading down to talk to her, he took one last glance at Grace. She was laying on her back on his bed, her legs spread slightly and her hand in her shorts. He watched for a moment, taking in her jiggling thighs and tits while she furiously masturbated. Her face was scrunched in a cute and hot expression of pleasure, which made Dan smile, slightly aroused.

He closed the door and rushed down the stairs, knowing that he had less than five minutes to tell his sister something that would make everything seem normal to his mom. As he entered the kitchen, he was welcomed by the sight of a fully prepared meal set on the table and another that his sister had prepared but hadn't yet cooked.

"Fuck," Dan said to himself, surveying the room.

Lisa, turned slightly, still preparing more potatoes, and said, "Hey Dan, I got everything prepared but I wanted to make some more."

Dan stopped for a second, his mind turning. After a moment, he blurted out, "You want to put this second meal away as fast as you can with me."

Lisa stopped mid-step as her priorities changed. For a moment her smile dropped, but it quickly returned as she ran to the potatoes and repackaged them. Dan ran to the steaks she had pulled out and repackaged them as well as he could, trying to hide the fact that they had been pulled out at all.

In under a minute, they both managed to get the new food Lisa had pulled out put away again, though there were still pans and other supplies littered around the kitchen. Lisa felt her satisfaction slipping away, but realized that she could take out one piece of a potato and put it back in as many times as she wanted to keep fulfilling her purpose.

Dan watched her move to the potatoes and start doing it, then looked at the clock and saw that he had a little under two minutes to go. He wanted to tell Lisa to act normally, but he was afraid that she could interpret anything he said in a way that would make his mom notice something was wrong. He didn't think his mom could figure out what was actually wrong, but he sure as hell didn't want her to try to do anything about any strange behavior Lisa might have.

After pacing for about twenty seconds, Dan came up with an idea to extend the time he had until the next day. He quickly said, "Lisa, you want to make mom think that you're sick and sleeping in bed tonight, right?"

Lisa blinked as her motivations shifted again. She nodded, then looked worried and muttered, "How do I do that, come on, think. Shit shit shit."

As she paced, Dan said, "You know, I can help you out. Here, take your dinner and put it next to your bed. Change into your pajamas, mess up your hair a bit, and lay in bed like you've been asleep for awhile. I'll tell mom you're really sick and that I left your dinner in your room. If she checks she'll just think you're sick and asleep up there, and if you want to eat your dinner after that then you can."

"Really, you'd do that for me?" Lisa asked hopefully.

"For sure, now hurry up. We only have a few minutes. Dan handed Lisa her dinner and she ran out, frantically thinking about how to best make herself appear sick.

Dan breathed a sigh of relief, then sat on a chair at the table and relaxed for a moment. Soon, he heard the garage door open and the telltale sound of his mother's heels on the tile floor. She walked in, dressed in her stunning pantsuit that emphasized her large bust, hips, and ass. Her black hair flowed down her back in waves. She smiled at Dan briefly, and he noticed her luscious lips as she did. Despite the fact that she was his mother, Dan did glance at her curves, but he didn't think much of it. If anything, it was just a habit he had developed over time.

Dan's mom saw that only two meals were on the table and asked, "Is your sister not here, or what's up?"

"Lisa's sick with the flu or something, so I brought her dinner up to her. She's sleeping though, but she might eat it later."

"Oh, that's sweet of you, thanks for doing that. I'll check on her later then. " She smiled lightly, then continued, "I'm going to change out of this, but I'll be back in a few minutes for dinner, okay? Thanks for making it all."

"No problem," Dan replied as his mom left. Guilt struck him for a moment as he considered the fact that he hadn't actually made it and that he had seemingly permanently altered his sister. He loved his mom and was grateful for all she'd done for him, but he couldn't help but imagine what she'd do or think if she knew how the day had gone.

Dan shook his head, banishing those thoughts, and committed to figuring out something that could make his sister behave normally the next day. He moved into his seat at the table, ruminating until his mom again came in, wearing her typical pajamas that consisted of a large t-shirt with no bra and pajama bottoms.

While sitting at the table, she said, "I peeked in your sister's room and she was out cold. I'll have to check in on her again later, or tomorrow. Hopefully it won't last too long."

"Yeah, hopefully," Dan replied, forcing himself to stop furtively glancing at her chest. "Um, how was your day at work?"

"Oh, it was alright," she responded. "Same old same old. There weren't too many problems in my class today. We did have a parent volunteer, Margaret-"

"Oh yeah, you've mentioned her before."

His mom rolled her eyes, took a sip of wine, and said, "Yeah, probably. Anyways, she said to me, 'Samantha, we have a serious issue today. Two of your students are throwing bark from the playground at each other. Like it's a game or something.'"

Dan said, "Was it a game, or were they mad?"

Samantha grimaced and said, "It was a damn game, so why bother, right? But Margaret was insistent, as usual. She doesn't even want them to be able to take a break during the day, but I can't refuse her help so I'll just have to deal with her crotchety attitude for the rest of the year."

"Sorry about that, I hope it gets better."

"Oh, don't worry about it. How'd your day go though? Any job apps finished today?"

Shit, Dan thought to himself, that didn't happen. He just looked down, smiled a little, and said, "I only managed to get two in, one for an administrative assistant and another as a data entry clerk. I was mostly cleaning and preparing the food today."

"That's fine honey, just try to get more tomorrow, okay? I'm glad you managed to get those done, and I appreciate the work you put into cleaning and making this meal. The house looks great."

"Thanks," Dan responded while mentally adding 'prevent Lisa from telling mom about anything that happened today' to his list of things he had to do.

They each ate in relative silence for awhile, only occasionally asking banal questions. They enjoyed the food and each other's company as they ate, though Dan couldn't quite keep himself from stealing more glances at Samantha's large chest revealed through her shirt.

After awhile, they finished their meals. As they put them away, Samantha said, "Would you be okay with watching Dancing with the Stars with me tonight?"

"Sure thing," Dan responded. He didn't especially enjoy the show, but he didn't mind watching it with his mom given all the shit she'd been doing for him. Besides, it gave him an excuse to make and eat popcorn, which he was always down for.

He said, "Do you mind if I make some popcorn?"

"Not at all, can you make me some too?"

"Yeah, of course." As Samantha walked out of the kitchen and into their living room, Dan took out the machine they used to make popcorn, the kernels, and the oil. As the device's metal rod spun the kernels around beneath the lid, he called out, "Hey do you want one of the bigger bowls again?"

In the living room, Samantha sat on a couch with the show paused. Dan couldn't see her face shift in confusion before settling on resolve. She knew from the context that he was referring to the bigger bowl she had used for popcorn the last few times, so as her purpose shifted she also knew that her new, primary goal in life was to have popcorn out of one of those bowls. She shook her head lightly, then smiled, grateful that she had a son who was willing to help her achieve her primary goals.

She responded from the couch, yelling, "Yeah, I definitely do want mine in one of those. Thank you!"

Not realizing what he had done, Dan finished making the popcorn and put it into two of the larger bowls, putting the extra in a ziploc bag. He walked out and gave his mom her bowl. He saw her satisfied expression as she held the bowl and ate her first piece of popcorn, but the reality of the situation didn't quite register with him yet.

She hit play since she still liked watching Dancing with the Stars, figured she could do it while eating the popcorn from her bowl, and thought it might be weird for Dan if they didn't.

They ate in silence outside of the crunch of popcorn and the sound from the television. Dan watched, fixated as a hot dancer in relatively skimpy clothing danced on the screen.

Before ten minutes had passed, Dan’s mom finished her bowl. She looked down, feeling her satisfaction slipping away. As a new pair danced onscreen, she stood up and hurriedly headed for the kitchen.

Surprised, Dan called out, “Um, you okay? Should I pause this?”

As Samantha grabbed the bag of extra popcorn, she called back, “Sure, thanks. I just need some more popcorn.”

As she said the word ‘need,’ her voice dripped with emotion. The word spun in Dan’s head while he paused the show and waited. As his mom came back in, he saw her expression shifting from pure anxiety to pure satisfaction and realized what had happened.

His stomach dropped. His limbs seemed to weigh him down, but he **** himself to hit play. He sat back on the couch, hoping that somehow the effects of his statement would wear off. Somehow, he knew they wouldn’t, but he desperately hoped they would.

He sat still for awhile, his eyes locked on the television without really noticing much that happened. Eventually, he turned to his mom and practically whispered, “You want to relax in bed and sleep whenever you get tired, right?”

Her expression shifted again. She realized that she did indeed want to relax in bed. Hell, she needed it. “Yeah, you’re right sweety,” she said, “thanks.”

Dan watched as his mom got up to leave, his vision clouded. He shakily said, “Okay then, goodnight mom.”

She turned to him as she left, though she didn’t stop, and said, “Thanks, goodnight to you as well. Good luck tomorrow.”

With that, she disappeared around the corner. Dan sat in silence, staring at a blank spot at the wall and wringing his shirt in his hands.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he stood up and walked up the stairs. When he got to his room, he heard moans through the door. He opened it and saw Grace on his bed, still furiously masturbating. Beneath her his covers were wet. He watched her large tits bounce and her hips jiggle for a moment, his feelings swirling inside him. Finally he stepped forward, his mind settling on something to do.