In The Laundry Rm. [FM][inc][voy][mast]

It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.

It was early afternoon when I got up to check my laundry. My load had finished washing thirty minutes ago and it was my third trip to the laundry room to see a load of dry women’s clothing still in the dryer. I didn’t want to dump out someone else’s laundry but I didn’t want to come back either. I finally unloaded the dry clothes into a waiting basket before loading my wet clothes into the dryer and started the machine. I stepped back to see a pair of lavender panties had fallen on the ground. I picked them up and found myself fingering its silky material. They must have been Shasta’s as they were a size small. I looked both ways before putting them up to my nose and inhaled their sweet just washed scent. The satin against my nose, its fresh bouquet, it was all so very intoxicating. I tongued the cotton lining while imagining them filled with the crack of a vagina. The sound of leather sandals slapping against concrete roused me. Panicked, I flew into the broom closet and hid, still clutching her panties in my hand. Through the slates I watched as Shasta entered the room dressed in ripped up denim cutoffs and a tank top. She looked a little bewildered, maybe pissed off, that her laundry had been piled into her basket. She looked up as Connor entered the room, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up?” she said.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take mom. I need to move out but I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

He started to cry and Shasta moved to comfort him by taking him into her arms for a close and genuinely loving hug. She stroked the back of his head and shushed him with a gentle ‘shhhhh, shhhhh’ into his ear. He wrapped his arms around her before pulling back to look in her eyes. She kissed his lips. He stopped crying to kiss her back as he held her in his muscular arms. After his kiss, she looked up at him with caring brown eyes.

She said, “You can’t be responsible if mom commits suicide. All because you saved her once doesn’t mean you have to save her forever. You need to live your own life.”

“I’ll never have a relationship with a girl. Not the way I am.”

“No. You will. It gets better. I promise.”

She wiped the hair from his eyes.

She said, “You want me to make you feel good?”

He nodded, sniffing away his tears.

Shasta’s eyes never left his as her nimble fingers unbuttoned his jeans. He stood there quietly, looking at his sister as though she were a goddess while she jerked down his pants. Then she slid down his underwear. Jeez! My mouth fell open at the sight of Connor’s freakishly large dick. At least nine inches long flaccid, wide in girth, its head was as large as a plum. It hung there waiting to be awakened. No wonder the guy fears he’ll never have a girlfriend. Any sane girl would look at his enormous dick, scream and start running. That thing can wreck a chick.

Shasta took his massive cock into her hands, squeezing and kneading it to life until became heavily erect. She spit in her hands before stroking him again until it began to slicken with his pre-cum.

She said, “You like this, baby? You like when I do that?”

“Yeah,” he rasped out.

She shucked off her ripped denim shorts and scooted up onto the folding table leaving her legs to swing off the edge. My dick twitched at the sight of her waxed clean snatch and she opened up her legs for Connor as he moved in between them with his luridly long dick.

She said, “Remember what I taught you. You gotta get a girl ready.”

He bent his head to lick her pussy, slobbering on it for a minute before pulling away. Her whole pussy glistened with his spit mixed with her own juices. He pulled her legs up until her ankles rested on his shoulders and he took a hand to guide his massive head towards her hairless slit. Propped up on her elbows, her head lolled back as he put it in and slowly pushed.

“Take it easy,” she said.

He muttered, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He pulled her legs to him though it never went deep and when he was as deep as he was going to go, he slowly moved it in and out. My hand full of panties slipped into my cargo shorts where I unconsciously massaged the burgeoning hard-on with the silky material. With Shasta’s panties around my dick and the fact that I couldn’t rip my sight away from Connor’s large dick inside his sister’s stretched hole, I felt like I was trapped in a heated quicksand of lust.

Her pussy was stretched red with only six inches of him in her. She was now laid back on the table thumping against the wall, taking as much as of him she can handle for as long as he needed. His hands bit into her thighs as he flung his head back.

“Uhhh!” he exclaimed as he came.

“Fuck,” I bit back as my cum spurted into Shasta’s panties.

We came together as Connor’s ass squeezed together to pump his jizz into her steamy cunt. It bubbled up and out as it dribbled in the tight skin between them. He stayed in her for a minute before he withdrew, letting go of her legs and stumbling back a little before he righted himself. Shasta propped herself up on her elbow, taking a nearby hand towel to wiped herself before closing her tanned legs now hanging from the table. Connor pushed his dick into his pants. He hung his quiet head again and left the room. She lazily slid off the table before picking up her shorts on the ground. She reached in the back pocket and pulled out an e-cigarette. She sat back on the table and leaned back as she sucked on the vaporizer, holding in the vapor blowing it from her nose. Her snatch was still naked to the world and my eyes stayed glued upon butterfly tattoo a few inches from her split. She sucked on the e-cigarette again and lazily blew out a smoke ring like she was waiting for something. Does she know I’m here? Is she waiting for me to jump out the closet? My blood pounded in my head as I held my breath. I wrung her jizz splattered panties in my hands.

She finally sat up, slipped her legs off the table to step into her shorts and hopped as she pulled them over her naked ass to zip them up. She grabbed her basket before leaving. I stood there for a few minutes later, handling her sticky underwear in my hand and exhaling mightily as I stepped out of the closet. I walked straight to the washbasin to rinse the soiled underwear before throwing them in with my drying clothes. When they’re dry, I’ll leave them on top of the dryer, pretending that they just got mixed in my load. Looking through the window, making sure there was no one by the pool, I left the laundry room and headed straight to my room, quietly shutting the door behind me to jump in the shower to wash the shame from my body. I emerged from the shower and flopped onto my bed thinking this place is one mind fuck of a crazy house.

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