Cal-Man's Sunday Morning Fun

This chapter originally written by CrossC, minor edits by Samus1001

Heading downstairs in just his boxers, something that was actually normal for him and usually elicited acidic comments and dynamic eye-rolls from Hazel, he found his dad lounging in his lazy-boy perusing the internets on his lap-top. His mom was puttering around in the kitchen.

His dad looked up and the instant grin he had for Caleb was a bit uncanny. It was the sort of happy expression he normally saw on his father when he was getting sloshed with grandpa Allen, but it was also the same one he'd sported since yesterday around Caleb. Given that his dad usually favored an impassive expression, that was the magic watch's influence, obviously.

"Well hey there stud! I was just talking about you with your Mom. Come give your old man a fist bump! So proud of you!"

Shrugging at the general craziness of his life now, Caleb walked over and tapped his knuckles against his dad's over the laptop on his lap, doing his best to just take things in stride, "Uh...thanks, dad."

"I've been checking all the videos posted online. Some amazing stuff." Caleb blinked as he saw the website open on the screen was the familiar black and orange scheme of Pornhub. The video playing was filled with what he thought was very likely his own pale white ass, balls dangling down and slapping the closed thighs of some girl. The bright white title of the video below: Stretcher of Women - Spider-Man: Far From Home Edition. "You really did a number on those girls! I think they're going to be walking bow-legged for a week! You know there's an article about your theater 'stretching' session on CNN?"

His mom walked in, giggling, "He really showed them the true meaning of 'stretching,' honey!"

Caleb just stared at the action on the screen, the video muted. "Holy shit. I'm in porn now?"

His dad grinned, nodding, "You're a star, kiddo! With that big dick of yours, I think you're pretty set. Either doing porn or just raking in the dough by 'stretching' on demand. Not saying that has to be your career, but you'll always have that option..."

Holy shit, had his father just implied that performing as a male gigolo was a viable job choice? Not to mention being a porn-star...

His mom took his hand into hers and Caleb found himself soon seated on the couch beside her, his lovely beautiful mother rubbing his bare thigh sensually. Though she had a soft smile on her attractive face, there was the slightest of frowns evident in the twist of her lips. She kissed him suddenly, passionately for a brief few moments. Then she pulled back even as his arms went around her body, holding her big-boobed chest close.

"Baby... one thing your Dad and I noticed last night when we were watching all those vids the ladies were posting as you finished fucking them... you weren't wearing the condoms I bought you. Why is that, baby?"

Briefly, his brain was short-circuited by the image of his parents laying in bed using videos of his getting it on to ignite their own late-night passions.

Put on the spot suddenly, Caleb didn't know what to say, "Uh... Mom, I dunno. I just... forgot them in my rush to try and get laid?" he offered lamely.

She shook her head slowly. "No, no, sweetie... that won't do. You need to always put on a prophylactic before you enter a girl or at least make sure she has her own set of birth control and HIV/AIDS medication."

"Uh... I'm sorry... I won't do it again!"

She laughed musically, and the tension was broken. "It's okay! I'm not mad about it or anything. Actually, I understand forgetting, I bet that was an exciting experience. But... can you please be sure to wrap it up from now on?"

Caleb nodded vigorously, "Yea, Mom. I promise."

He wasn't being the least bit serious. He knew that she'd forgive him no matter what thanks to the Watch. She got up and went back into the kitchen, leaving him alone with his dad who appeared to be perfectly engrossed in researching every last moment of last night's theater fucking. Caleb noted he was on a forum called the LPSG or the large penis support group.

Uh... so maybe his dad was a little obsessed with size. The real question was if that was something he'd always been interested in or if Caleb's antics and changes to normality had adjusted his brain. "Caleb, you gotta check this out!" he said, turning the screen towards his son so he could see the thread.

CALEB ANDERS'S DICK!!!

Caleb just shook his head, not able to really wrap his mind around the fact that random people on the internet were talking about him.

He got up and sat upon the short couch to one side of the living room, directing his attention towards the television. He used the Fire-stick and called up Reno 911, a favorite of his that he knew both his parents appreciated.

"You know honey, I was just looking around the house when I realized we don't have even one picture of your big beautiful penis up! And-"

He coughed in mid drink, providing a spit-take for the ages.