Jim looked over at the rest of the family. Mum and Grandma were watching, smiling as they took in the scene and drank their tea. Dad was jerking his semi-erect cock and grinning.
“I wish I could stand up, damn it.” He said.
“Serves you right.” Mum said without venom.
“I can feel the toy through your ass,” Gramps grunted in his girl’s ear. “I can feel it in your wet pussy, dear.”
“Yeah, fuck my holes!” She shouted.
“Tell me when you’re gonna go, dear.” He said.
“Now, now, right now!” She kept screaming.
“Aim for his cock!” Gramps ordered. He gave the toy a hard wiggle then pulled it free. Cleopatra squatted, with a pop as the dick came out of her ass, then she shrieked and thrust her hips towards Jim. A huge squirt like a jet of water hosed from her pussy and splashed all over Jim’s cock and hand. He couldn’t believe it. She kept squirting, like a giant water pistol, each squirt dousing his cock in fragrant hot fluid.
It was the last straw. He jerked down on his shaft and felt the hot sperm rush up and out of him. A long white rope sailed into the air, between the arms of the two gorgeous girls, to land with fateful accuracy on Mum’s face. They could all only stare as his sperm splashed onto his mother’s nose and lips.
“Oh my goodness.” She exclaimed, immediately leaping up for the kitchen. Jim couldn’t speak enough to say he was sorry, he was still spasming and squirting on the floor. He looked up at the girls. Tiffany was smiling, while Cleopatra was gasping and shaking, her pussy still emitting hot dribbles down her leg.
“Stay there, dear,” Grandpa said, stuffing his erection back in Cleopatra’s ass. “God, I can feel your pussy shaking in your ass.”
He gave her anus a few more solid pumps as Jim watched with a goofy smile on his face, his dick slowly sinking to the floor. Dad called Tiffany back over to the couch and put her to work sucking him again. Grandpa stiffened and gave one hoarse shout, then pulled out and sank into the armchair gratefully. His girl dutifully got down in front of him and started sucking his cock, even as the semen could be seen dripping from her twitching asshole.
“So, how was that, son?” Dad asked as his girl gagged on him.
“Great.” Jim gasped. He looked down at the mess he was sitting in and laughed. It looked like litres of pussy juices had been tipped over him.
“After tomorrow, Jim, you’ll be doing stuff like this every day.”
Mum came back in, wiping her face with a towel.
“Look at this mess,” She said. “You girls better clean this up.”
“She will,” Gramps said. “Just as soon as she cleans my cock.”
“Well, make it quick,” Mum said. “Dinner’s ready.”
For the second day in a row, Jim was awake for his alarm. This time, however, he had been awake for a while, staring at the ceiling. His hand darted out and slapped off the buzzing of the clock. He lay there, grinning.
Today he was getting his girl.
After the family dinner had broken up last night and Dad had been made comfortable on the sofa with pillows and a blanket and Tiffany, Jim had got in the shower. He jerked off in there twice, making sure to come in the drain. He couldn’t stop thinking of Cleopatra’s orgasm, of her hot girl come washing over his cock. He held his dick under the hot water, imagining it was her gushing on him. His dick was hard now just thinking of it.
He got up and took a piss, before heading downstairs. Dad was propped up on the couch watching the morning news, with Tiffany lying against him, naked. Jim looked at her pouting lips and remembered the warmth of her spit dribbling onto him.
“Morning son. Today’s the big day, huh?”
“Sure is.” Jim made himself cereal and sat down to ate it. Mum came in from the garden and sat down across from him.
“Morning Jimmy.”
“Morning.”
“Don’t dawdle this morning. I’ve made us a nice early appointment for your girl.”
Jim inhaled the rest of his cereal and took off to get ready. In no time he was loitering impatiently in the kitchen, his dick hard and uncomfortable in his jeans. Tiffany came in to get a glass of water for Dad and gave him a naughty smile.
“Hi, Jimmy.” She giggled.
“Hey Tiffany.”
“Want me to spit on your dick again?”
Jim goggled. “Stop teasing the boy and get my water.” Dad called from the couch.
She sashayed away, her naked ass rippling.
Mum came in and took her keys off the hook.
“Got everything, Jimmy?”
It was a fair drive to the ‘Torium. Jim and his Mum chatted about school. He told her about Carl and how he was always in Titania’s ass, which made Mum laugh.
“I’m sorry Mum.” He said eventually.
“About what, honey?”
“Last night. When I hit you with my, my come.”
She laughed. “Oh, that’s okay, Jim. Its not like it’s the first time I’ve had come on my face.”
“Really?”
“Sure,” She smiled. “Tiffany and I used to play this game with your father, called French Roulette. We’d each take his dick in our throat five times while he tried his hardest to hold it in. Five times Tiffany, five times me, fives times Tiffany, you get it. Whoever got the come was the winner.”
“Wow, sounds pretty good.”
“It was. It was a lot of fun. But your father’s a bit rough for me. Tiffany has a much better throat for that sort of thing.”
They drove on in amiable silence. Jim played one of his favourite games, spotting guys with their girls in the street. He saw a tall black guy being followed by a tiny white blonde girl in pink lingerie. A bent old man with a walking stick was accompanied by a tall athletic brunette in a black body stocking. When they stopped at one red light, Jim looked across at the next car. An ugly little man was driving. Beyond him Jim saw what he realized was a perfect white ass up in the air. A sexy Asian face appeared suddenly in front of the man, said something, then descended again.
“Here we are, honey.” Mum pointed. Ahead was the giant red signage of the Girlatorium. On the walls were screens that constantly changed, cycling through pictures of every girl ever coming out of this particular ‘Torium. Jim knew if he watched every screen for long enough, eventually he would see Tiffany up there, probably Mr Harvitz’s girl too, and Titania.
They drove around to the entrance to the car park and down inside. After parking the car, Mum took him through to the escalator and up to the lobby. Giant posters of hot girls were everywhere, dressed in all different ways, some of them naked or bending over to show glistening slits and asses.
The lobby was even more grandiose. Jim had only seen pictures on the internet. Huge banners of beautiful girls were on all the walls. At the far end was a large desk, with security gates on either side. Behind the desk were several attractive women in tight uniforms. Jim knew these were the girls of the ‘Torium, girls who worked for their creators.
A lovely brunette with a big smile came over to them at the desk.
“Good morning, my name is Clara. Do you have an appointment?”
“Hi Clara,” Mum said. “Yes, our appointment is under the name of Clarke, Jim Clarke. First Girl.”
“Oh lovely,” She gushed. “A First Girl is so exciting. And this is Jim?”
“Hi.” Jim managed.
“Hello Jim. How about I get you to wait right here with me while your Mum gets your paperwork sorted?”
“Ok.”
Mum started talking with another girl at the desk, while Clara led Jim over to a kidney-shaped couch off to the side.
“Take a seat, your Mum’ll be a few minutes,” Clara sat down next to him. Her uniform was very tightly cinched in on her tiny waist. “So, is it your birthday today?”
“No, it was yesterday,” He said. “But my Dad hurt himself and we couldn’t come.”
“Oh that’s so sad. Is he alright?”
“He broke his ankle.”
“But today you get your First Girl,” She smiled broadly. “Are you excited?”
“Yeah!” Jim blurted.
“Will you get a girl like me?” She teased. “You think I’m hot?”
“Sure,” Jim could only whisper. “You’re great.”