Try the backdoor

Your mother was a shortish mid-thirties woman with the same short black hair as you and your siblings, soft facial features, and the thick hourglass figure that only comes to a woman after she enters the MILF part of her life cycle. She's in a tight pink polo shirt, cargo shorts, and work boots, the uniform of her new job. Afro-something? Some kind of delivery job anyways. She had been **** to share the details with you for some reason but the money is unusually good for that line of work and your mom had been coming home with a weirdly happy glow about her most days.

You panicked and looked around. Your mother hadn’t noticed you yet and there was still time. Ducking around the side of the house, you bolted toward the back door and slammed against it. Thank god it was unlocked and you tumbled into the house. Gasping, you grabbed your discarded tank top and rushed upstairs as your mother returned. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you looked at your cum covered face and chest, before washing it off.

“That was mortifying,” You whispered to yourself. “I hope that’s the last I’ve seen of them. They may be amazing cocks, but after they vanish, everyone looks at me weirdly.”

You stepped out of the bathroom and saw your mom carrying in groceries. She didn’t need your help, but did ask about the laundry. You didn’t finish and rushed downstairs, completely forgetting your earlier ordeal. Most of your favorite clothes were dirty. Luckily, the magic dicks didn’t show up again.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” Your mom called to you and your siblings. “Set the table.”

You heard Jason and Jessie bound downstairs as you folded the laundry. You quickly finished and prepared to head upstairs to help, when the weird feeling overwhelmed you again. Turning around, you saw the original cock hanging down from the top of the laundry room door, hanging down like mistletoe. Super sexy mistletoe you had to touch. Reaching up, you wrapped your finger around it and began to stroke it with your hand.

Before you could get in the stride, it disappeared.

“Not again.” You muttered, wanting to enjoy the dick.

Turning around on instinct, you saw the second, slightly smaller dick, appear on a book. Rushing to it. You picked up the book and wrapped your lips around it. The taste was just as amazing as you remembered and it was so much better than simply touching it. Though, just like the one before, it vanished before you could get what you really wanted from it. You set the book down and hoped it would reappear soon.

As if your prayer’s had been answered, the original dick did.

One of your sister’s old dolls were propped up against the wall. You forgot what kind it was, but it was one of the larger ones for girls around seven or eight. Between its legs, just poking out from under the dress it was wearing, was the cock. Not wanting to waste any time, you ran over and yanked up the doll’s dress. Licking your lips in anticipation, you paused. It kept disappearing, so you should go straight for the prize.

You pushed the doll on the ground with the dick pointing straight up. Your hand pushed your thong aside and your body lowered itself to pushed that amazing dick in inside you. It was absolutely perfect in every way and stimulated everything perfect. Bouncing up and down, that doll probably wished it was alive while you were riding it like a pro. You wanted to milk that cock for everything it had.

“Dinner!” Your mom called out. The dick disappeared before you could find relief and you groaned. Walking upstairs, you realized you were to distracted to help set the table. That meant you had to either do the dishes or your mom would make you do something outside since the weather was nice.

As you sat down, you noticed your brother and sister whispering and snickering.