The morning after

John awoke caked in familial spunk. He shivered, running a hand along his slim shoulder, residual cum gooping in between his fingers. His sore ass winked with arousal, remembering the night before as a big-dicked futa impaled him upon their mast, one after the other, or all at once.

His eyes blinked open, warm light cascading through the window onto him. Tousled sheets, thick with the juices of their rowdy lovemaking from the night before twisted around his massive hips and girly curves. A thick musty scent hung in the air, warm and inviting and tangy… it made his small dick stir as he wiggled in heat. Faintly, the constant hum of the shower running suddenly stopped and he could finally make out voices coming from the master bathroom.

"Yes mom, we've been going on dates. Obviously! She's my fucking girlfriend alright!"

"Yes yes, I knew you two must be having fun. I just wanted to know the kinds of things that you two do when you are having time together."

The three moved out of the bathroom, curves of varying sizes and cocks of only the largest size all sauntered out. Anne led the way, her dual members swaying seductively with her muscular, virile form, her twin-packed sets of arms and tits dominating the space despite her demure movements. The other two followed behind, one black haired and the other red, each with their heavy cocks and heavier balls swaying between their soft knees. Carry followed behind her slightly slimmer and more athletic girlfriend, reaching around with soft hands to hug her from behind as the other futa stopped. Noticeably their positions caused Carry's cock to press into the divot between Jessie's immense balls, forcing the whole package to lift slightly as just the very tip of Carry's dick could be seen beneath the heavily swinging sack.

"Morning John! You were wonderful last night by the by!" His mother said as she walked over to give him a peck on the forehead, causing a string of thick spunk to strand between them for a moment.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up? Me and the girls are going to go on a walk so I can get better acquainted with your sister's sexy girlfriend!”

“mooOooom-” Jessie groaned, glaring at Anne like she’d committed some great transgression.

"Oh thank you mrs. Smith! You're too kind!" Carry added, her beaming smile a contrast to her lovers expression.

The two younger girls stood by their suitcases, large ball-bras in their hands which they connected around their hips and over their shoulders as one big contraption meant to keep their massive knee-splitting ballsacks somewhat in place.

“Oh, please, I’m just joking!” Anne said, smiling. “Well, mostly… your girlfriend does have a hefty set of balls on her…” Anne continued in a half-mumble just loud enough to hear.

“Oh, fuck off!” Jessie growled, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

The two helped each other, each setting their sacks in place with their ball bras followed by struggling to get their skin-tight sweatpants on over their girthy dicks. In the end their upper halves looked fairly normal but below there was no question the ridiculously oversized gear they both were packing.

“Aren’t we just so cute?” Carry said, twisting about on one heel, the giant bulge in between her legs and down one pant side swaying and straining at the fabric.

“Fuckin’ hot is a little more accurate I think.” Jessie said as she reached out and clamped on tight to her girlfriend’s round ass, imprinting into the stretchy fabric.

Carry giggled, a knowing look in her eyes.

“Ooh, feeling feisty? After last night I’d think you’d be all used up considering how thoroughly you fucked your brother.”

Jessie pulled her roommate tight, thigh to thigh and cock to cock inside their painted-on pants.

“I’ll always be horny for this-” she said as she leaned in, devouring the other futa’s lips in a steamy kiss.

Beside them, Anne went about dressing as well, needing a far smaller ball-bra but struggling more to get her pants on as each leg had to contend with one of her two shafts as well as the rippling muscles that covered huge thighs. She struggled to get her crop top on as well, needing to let both sets of arms through the double sleeves while directing the fabric over her 4 tits and still dealing with her bulging biceps and cascading abs.

In the end it was little more than a cover for her top set of tits.

Finally they all stood, their bodies so lewd and visible despite technically being clothed.

“Well, we’ll see you later John. Don’t get into too much trouble!” Anne said, leading their small pack out the door and down the hallway.

John just laid there in the mixture of futa-spunk, listening to them talking and walking their way to the front door and then the soft thud of them exiting. He felt the texture one more time, liting his hand to his mouth to get a good taste of the salty pungent aroma. Despite all the time since it was still warm and just as juicy as when the girls had fucked him senseless, it would never grow cold actually, at least until it was cleaned up.

It was for that reason that he left the giant master bed like that and instead pattered his way over to the bathroom. Warm water ran over him as he felt up his huge hips, around the swell of his ass, along the rise into his trim back and around. Up to his small nipples, tweaking them with a moan before touching his shoulders, feeling the water run over him as his small dick stood on end, always eager yet always somehow forgotten.

He decided to amend that just this once, finding release in his slim fingers coaxing along the short shaft between his legs, his nearly nonexistent balls spilling cum out in such small quantity that he didn’t even notice it in the spray of warm water running over him.

Eventually a relaxed and frazzle-haired femboy walked out of the bathroom with a towel meant for someone several times his size wrapped around him. He found a perfect set of short-shorts to accentuate his favorite part, the fabric riding so high that his anus was nearly visible and his tiny dick could barely fit in the space between his legs. Otherwise he found something frilly and cute to put on over his slim upper body, highlighting his lack of “chest” by barely covering his perky nipples.

It was just as he was sauntering out into the corridor that he heard the click of the front door shutting.

He walked out, looking down the stairs towards the entry, surprised when he didn’t find three hung futa climbing towards him and instead only saw one very cock-less normal woman.

“Oh! Hey John! How nice to see you!” she said with a warm smile.

“I’m just here to check in with your mom so don’t mind my presence.” she said, patting him on the shoulder as she walked past.

John’s gaze followed after, ideas spinning inside his head as a stirring warmth began in his ass and his short-shorts suddenly felt just slightly tighter.

“No, I’m not bothered Aunt Bella, I’m actually super happy you’re here.” John said as he followed, his eyes roaming up and down the familiar curves of his mother’s twin.