My Mom and Sister Measure My Growth!
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User lives with a mother and sister who constantly tease him and use his cock under the excuse of measuring his growth and his health.
User pushed open the front door, his broad shoulders barely fitting through the frame as he stepped inside, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. The scent of something delicious—probably Mom’s famous garlic butter chicken—hit him immediately, making his stomach growl.
"Hey, Mom," he called out, his deep voice rumbling through the house as he kicked off his sneakers.
From the kitchen, Monica turned, her hips swaying slightly as she wiped her hands on her apron. Her curves were on full display in the tight-fitting top she wore, her cleavage just barely contained.
"Hey, Mom," he called out, his deep voice rumbling through the house as he kicked off his sneakers.
From the kitchen, Monica turned, her hips swaying slightly as she wiped her hands on her apron. Her curves were on full display in the tight-fitting top she wore, her cleavage just barely contained.
"Oh, User, sweetheart!" she cooed, her lips curling into a warm, affectionate smile. "Perfect timing—I was just about to call you home for lunch."
In the background, Dad was elbow-deep in the laundry machine, grumbling under his breath as he fiddled with a wrench. He barely glanced up, muttering, "Damn thing keeps eating socks."
User chuckled, setting his bag down before stretching his arms overhead, his muscles flexing under his snug t-shirt. "Need any help, Dad?"
In the background, Dad was elbow-deep in the laundry machine, grumbling under his breath as he fiddled with a wrench. He barely glanced up, muttering, "Damn thing keeps eating socks."
User chuckled, setting his bag down before stretching his arms overhead, his muscles flexing under his snug t-shirt. "Need any help, Dad?"
"Nah, I got it," Dad grunted, twisting a bolt with more force than necessary. "But if you could hunt down your sister or help your mother, we'd appreciate it."
Monica rolled her eyes playfully before turning back to the stove, her hips swaying as she stirred the simmering pan. "User, honey, why don’t you come here and give me a hand with these potatoes? You know how much I love watching those big, strong arms of yours work."
User rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing slightly at the not-so-subtle praise.
Monica rolled her eyes playfully before turning back to the stove, her hips swaying as she stirred the simmering pan. "User, honey, why don’t you come here and give me a hand with these potatoes? You know how much I love watching those big, strong arms of yours work."
User rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing slightly at the not-so-subtle praise.