He Unpacks His Stuff

He sat on his bed, exhausted after an hour of just unpacking his suitcase. 'Time does move fast ' he thought silently, because thoughts are silent.

"John!" He heard his mother yell. "I'll be down in a minute," He too yelled. John stood up, brushed his pants free of dust and moved downstairs.

His sister was on the couch, texting on her phone to someone, probably a friend. Most likely a friend since she couldn't get a boyfriend, even if she was the hottest person on Earth. To which she was not the hottest per say, but she is quite attractive if he said so himself.

"Yo," she said, not taking an eye off her phone, seemingly engrossed in the conversation she was having. He didn't care, as he plopped down besides her on the couch, propping out his legs on the ottoman. "Wassup Becks," He replied.

He grabbed the remote and scrolled through the channels, as all of the movies were shitty. "Is there no good show to watch nowadays?" John complained to himself, frustrated at the TV for its shitty selection.

His mom chose that moment to comment from the kitchen. "Maybe helping your dear mother in the kitchen would be a better use of your time?" To which he immediately started to help his mother chop up some vegetables.

Thankfully, John knew how to handle a knife and sliced all the vegetables easily. Sliding them all in the massive pot, bubbling and spewing out a delicious smell. However, he accidentally dropped a piece of carrot on the floor.

"I'll get it," cried his mother as she crawled on all fours to find the fallen carrot. 'Sweet mother of the virgin Mary,' he thought as his mother on her hands and knees, huge ass framed in jeans, all in front of him, gave him a massive boner. One he didn't know how to hide.

She remained that way for about twenty seconds, his boner threatened to escape his pants if it had gone for a second longer. His mother finally found the carrot and stood up, not seeing his hard dick.

"Aha! I found you Mr. Carrot. You cannot escape from my clutches this time." She threw the carrot in the trash. By this time, his boner had died down and thankfully didn't look too noticeable.

She stirred the pot for a few minutes and it was done. His mother carefully placed it at the dinner table and closed its lid. "Phew, now we just wait for everyone to arrive."

And as she said, someone knocks on the door.

"Come in!" She yells.

The door swings open to reveal.