This story highlights the unfortunate sexual demise of a young man named Michael a sturdy 19-year-old returning from his first year of college.
Micheal at 5’ 7" is shorter than his sister and mother, who are 5’10 and 5’11 respectively. He is slim and muscular more of a dancer's body but not strong for a male. He can grow facial and some body hair on his chest (which was practically unnoticeable.) This along with his brown hair, something he hated but couldn’t fix regardless of how he wore it along with his dull brown eyes only enhanced a stature that appeared feminine.
Part of this may have been a strong feminine influence from his mother "Rachel" and sister "Caroline." Despite this, he had an outgoing masculine persona and fell easily into the masculine crowd in high school but in college, this changed as he struggled the first year due to the difficulty of his math major he became quieter, a loner something that was unlike him.
Arriving home Caroline, his sister was near the door as he entered and gave him a strong hug knocking Micheal off his feet. As Micheal absorbed the sight of his 23-year-old sister whom he had been missing as she gave him a hand with the luggage. Progressing further into the house he noticed something different about his sister maybe it was the high-waist yoga booty shorts. Micheal tried not to stare but the realization that the summer was going to be difficult with her walking around with half her ass out all summer, it was bound to be an elaborate game of erection minesweeper, “So, how were your first two semesters,” Caroline asked.
“It was uh... well pretty hard, I mean difficult and they went slow, but uh... it’s good to be home and I made a couple of friends,” Micheal said unconfidently.
“Good,” Caroline bubbled, “I’m so glad to finally be done with my degree in psychology!”
“Congratulations,” Micheal said excitedly, but figured this meant she could read him and was instantly worried she would sense his arousal by the shorts, “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to manage a therapy clinic,” she said excitedly, “The clinic specializes in addiction.”
“Wow, that’s interesting and forward-thinking,” Michael said impressed, “I wish I’d gotten an internship but there’s next year.”
“Don’t sweat it I was a finance major at first but it was boring,” Caroline laughed, “You’re smart, you’ll be fine.”
Micheal appreciated the compliment but again paused to take a look at her shorts, trying not to be creepy about it, “Thanks.”
“Do you need help carrying this stuff to your room?”
“Uh nah I got it,” Micheal's voice cracked as he looked down again. Caroline left the room giggling as Michael’s cock immediately rushed to get hard. He began removing his things grateful his sister didn’t see the huge tent in his pants.
Ten minutes later he had unpacked all of his essentials including his laptop which he often used to browse porn sites on the few occasions when he had some privacy. Now, he could be back on a normal routine, 3-4 times a day. He opened the laptop to moans loudly reverberating from the speakers his roommate had left a day early so he had taken advantage of a solo night in the dorm. He scrolled until he found a video of a handsome light-skinned man giving an absolute dicking to a girl who looked similar to Caroline wearing a nearly identical pair of booty shorts. Micheal shook it off due to how hot the video was and jerked furiously. Three minutes into the half-hour clip he exploded his 3.5-inch cock could only muster a dribble of juice. Moments after this explosion Caroline knocked on the door, “Can I come in,” she asked as Micheal threw out the tissue he had used.
“Uh- uh yea,” Micheal said after nervously pulling up his pants, shifting his boner, and closing the laptop loudly. Caroline swooped in taking a seat next to Micheal on the bed.
“So Micheal, did you ever smoke in college,” she asked with a wide grin.
“Uhh, I think I tried it once.”
“Want to try it again,” Caroline asked as she revealed a joint. This was enough to distract me from her booty at least temporarily, “Let’s go, we have to go in the yard.”
Micheal sprung up, his cock back to its usual 1” flaccid state. He followed Caroline quickly, and they smoked on the back porch. Caroline could handle it, but Micheal was hit by it strongly and entered a giggly state, “Let’s go inside before mom is home,” Caroline said, putting out the joint.
The two went inside but Micheal was still clearly incapacitated. Caroline told him to lay on her bed to relax, he did accordingly. In the meantime, Caroline brushed her teeth and retrieved Micheal’s laptop hiding it in her closet as Micheal giggled relentlessly on the bed Caroline sat on the end of the bed, “You OK Buddy?”
“I’m great,” Micheal said between laughs as he sat up slightly and saw Caroline’s ass again, “Oh.”
“What’s wrong,” Caroline asked, the laughter stopped as Micheal’s racing brain dedicated all power to not getting a little boner.
“Nothing I uh...” Micheal looked into her eyes as hard as he could with the look of someone who had just seen a ghost.
“Here,” Caroline said as she got up and bent over to look through a drawer Micheal saw a waxing moon. Her ass was revealed even more as she bent over sending Micheal into full panic as his cock made a little bump in his shorts. Caroline returned with a piece of chocolate, Micheal ate it chocolate being his favorite candy.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” Micheal said not realizing it was an aphrodisiac. In just a few minutes his boner entered concrete mode and Micheal placed a pillow in his lap. Caroline knew what she had done but she did a great job of hiding it. Hearing the door open Caroline left the room.
It was their mother Rachel, (45) the two women standing next to each other had a ****** resemblance they were both tall, tan from the sun, slim, with hourglass figures and an insane harmonious combination of tits and ass she was dressed in less than Caroline wearing booty shorts and a sports bra unlike Caroline who had a top on, she was sweating from the gym.
“Micheal, come say hi to mom,” Caroline called. Micheal rolled his eyes unable to get his erection down, fortunately, due to its small size it was hardly noticeable but it still worried him as it may still reveal him anyway.
“Hi, Mom,” Micheal said as he went downstairs and hugged her leaning in awkwardly to not give himself away. Then the image of her struck him as his boner pumped a shot of precum gently into his boxers and due to the light color of his shorts, a small stain emerged at the tip of his cock’s indent but he was too stoned to notice. Rachel smirked and signaled to Caroline as she chuckled Micheal stood there trying not to get any more aroused.
“Hey, Micheal, since you don’t have a job could you do the laundry,” Rachel said in a slightly rude tone.
“Yes, Mom,” Micheal said running upstairs to grab the clothes baskets grateful to be able to hold something over his crotch. When he returned she sat her socks and shoes from the gym the pheromones doubled Micheal's excitement.
In the basement where the laundry appliances were Miechael thoroughly went through the pockets and grabbed another handful of laundry and felt a sticky goo, it was thick and white he surmised that it was the semen of an African American he had no way of knowing if it was real cum but Micheal used his own runny, watery, yellow semen to figure out it must have been discharged from either his mom or sister he smelled it aroused by the notion of his pervertedness.
Standing there now after seeing his sister all afternoon in those shorts and just now his mother with what he believed to be their life juices he looked to make sure the basement door was still closed as he touched his tongue to it, it had an umami flavor that fueled his undying arousal. He began to slurp up the semen of a random man, after ingesting a few tablespoons of cum he felt like a boss from the shot of protein contained in the sample and began thinking it may be fun to avoid the inevitable consequences that his mother and sister would implement if they heaven forbid found out about this habit. He emptied the clothes baskets filling the two washing machines. In the bottom of the clothes basket were more panties, and a pair of booty shorts, an amalgamation of clothes which had to have come from his sister and mother both soiled with African seed which Micheal again was oblivious to proving two things: One, despite Micheal not knowing his sister and mother were being destroyed by black cock and Two, perhaps there was something in it for Micheal. He kept licking up the seed thinking it was an unusual amount for a woman to discharge, but not caring as the sweet and salty juice hit his tastebuds. Then he threw them in the washer and went back upstairs.
Entering his room he scanned for the laptop, he searched everywhere in his room for a good thirty minutes before realizing it had been removed, “Uh- Caroline, have you seen my computer,” Micheal asked while trying to enter her room and being stopped by a locked door.
“Ohh, I borrowed it, I need to write a quick work email,” Caroline explained as she typed away.
“Oh, then let me know when you’re done,” Micheal said forgetting about the tab he had left open, and went downstairs to switch the laundry into the dryers. Micheal scrolled on TikTok, watching videos of girls shaking their ass until he scrolled so far that his sister's account showed up. There were nearly 1000 videos of her shaking her ass to different songs, in outfits as sexy if not sexier than the shorts she and her mother seemed to now be attached to. He scrolled through them viewing each one it took him nearly an hour to watch all of them. Hearing the dryer go off as he closed his phone he was still incredibly hard, the aphrodisiac still in effect combined with an hour of edging to his sister's massive and maneuverable ass. He brought the now clean clothes upstairs to his mom and sister.
“Wow, these are clean,” Rachel said impressed by Micheal’s chore, “I was worried these might have been stained!”
“Oh, I made sure to clean out the messy spots,” Micheal said chuckling at his inside joke.
“Really, that’s considerate of you Micheal,” Rachel said looking at the laundry and giving Micheal an unsupervised view of her ass.
“Of course, I’d love to take over the cleaning, it was satisfying,” Micheal said giving too much info.
“All yours, especially if you keep doing this good,” Her approval made him happy as he left the room.
“Caroline,” He knocked on her door.
“Come in."
“Can I have my laptop now?”
“Of course, but, I installed a content blocker,” Caroline said matter of factly.
“What, Why,” Micheal yelled.
“Based on your history, I think you’ve seen enough for a lifetime,” Caroline said, “Now take it. And if you bitch anymore, I tell mom.”
“Whatever,” Micheal snapped as he stomped out of the room eager to finally get release for his cock. Unfortunately, all his favorite sites were now blocked. Porn hub, Xvideos, XHamster, even the obscure websites were blocked. Micheal thought of every porn company he knew of (that was straight of course) and searched but found nothing. Finally, he googled sexual terms, like positions, and actors, Doggy Style, 69 Videos, and Riley Reid. Nothing came up until he scrolled down so far that a video of Riley Reid getting double fucked by two black guys came up. When he clicked on it the Blacked website opened, unblocked to his shock. ‘Caroline must have never heard of blacked,’ thought Micheal. He wasn’t a huge fan, but it was certainly better than nothing. He was about to get going when he realized he had to pay to get to the videos, he concocted a plan.
Micheal entered his sister's room, asking for her credit card.
“Please, I need to purchase a game, It’ll be less than $40,” Micheal lied.
“OK, but you pay me back as soon as possible,” Caroline said giving him her card. Micheal quickly purchased $36 worth of Blacked videos. He didn’t realize that it would show up on her card, fortunately, these payments took a few weeks to process sparing Micheal for the time being.
Two minutes. A new low for Micheal as he spurted 5 drops of syrupy yellow liquid into his hand and wiped it off on a tissue then washed his hands. Closing his laptop and hiding it for safekeeping. Finally, his three-hour boner was deflated and he was proud that he got it to go back to its normal 1" state. Over the next month much remained the same. Micheal would get his laundry treats often staying in his room as his mom and sister were always out to the gym, the store, or wherever else. It was these 30 days that turned Micheal from a normal perv to a bbc addict. Unbeknownst to him, he could now only pleasure himself to Blacked videos, and would now often imagine his mother or sister in place of one of the actors, and the two continued to wear booty shorts nearly daily. Today, however, was the day Micheal got caught.
A month ago, when Micheal ordered the Blacked videos, he had accidentally purchased a deal for 12 pairs of Blacked underwear and 6 pairs of Blacked booty shorts, which Caroline discovered one day walking into the house from the car. She brought the package inside as she received two statements on her banking app.
“24.99 (3) 10-Minute Blacked Movies”
“4.99 (12) Blacked brand underwear”
“5.99 (6) Blacked brand high waist shorts”
'What the fuck,' Caroline thought as she read the purchase date. “MICHEAL,” she screamed as she climbed the stairs, “Give me your laptop now!”
“What, what did I do,” Micheal shouted pretending to be innocent.
“Why don’t you give me the laptop then we can find out,” Caroline said trying to calm him down.
“But, I didn’t do anything, He lied again, I didn’t watch any porn!”
“I have the receipts," showing him the bank statement, “Now unless you want Mom to see this, come to my room and explain this,” She said tapping the package.
Micheal must have been too high to realize that he had ordered a ton of Blacked Merch due to a huge sale. He stuttered his way through an explanation, “Well, I’d be madder if those weren’t my exact style!”
“What,” Micheal said imagining his sister Blacked. Only a month of the same three Blacked videos had changed his mind, perhaps permanently.
“Just because they’re booty shorts, perv,” Caroline said as she stripped down and tried on the Blacked booty shorts that were even shorter and made her ass show 2/3ds.
“Oh my god,” muttered Micheal his shrimp springing up tired of the constant strain.
“Like what you see,” teased Caroline, before snapping at him, “Since you’re such a pervert!”
“I uh... I’m sorry Caroline, I don’t know what came over me,” Micheal made excuses, “I promise I didn’t mean to and it was unrelated,” he said adjusting his tiny hard-on until it was no longer visible through his shorts.
“I believe that perhaps we are seeing the symptoms of a porn addiction,” Caroline said, “perhaps I could get you a therapist?”
“Come on, I mean this is ridiculous,” Micheal whined, “Why would I need a therapist?”
“To overcome your addiction. You have been hypnotized by a few videos so much that you wanted to buy the brand’s clothes for your sister,” she said, catching Micheal at a hard controversy.
“Uhhh, I guess you have a point but even now I don’t think I need one,” Micheal tried to avoid such nonsense.
“Fine, I guess we’ll see what Mom thinks.”
“OK, fine I’ll do it, whatever, as long as it’s not too often,” Micheal argued.
“Weekly.”
“What, why, fine, I’ll stop watching porn!”
“No, weekly, and no more computer.”
“Ok ok ok, fine.”
Micheal at 5’ 7" is shorter than his sister and mother, who are 5’10 and 5’11 respectively. He is slim and muscular more of a dancer's body but not strong for a male. He can grow facial and some body hair on his chest (which was practically unnoticeable.) This along with his brown hair, something he hated but couldn’t fix regardless of how he wore it along with his dull brown eyes only enhanced a stature that appeared feminine.
Part of this may have been a strong feminine influence from his mother "Rachel" and sister "Caroline." Despite this, he had an outgoing masculine persona and fell easily into the masculine crowd in high school but in college, this changed as he struggled the first year due to the difficulty of his math major he became quieter, a loner something that was unlike him.
Arriving home Caroline, his sister was near the door as he entered and gave him a strong hug knocking Micheal off his feet. As Micheal absorbed the sight of his 23-year-old sister whom he had been missing as she gave him a hand with the luggage. Progressing further into the house he noticed something different about his sister maybe it was the high-waist yoga booty shorts. Micheal tried not to stare but the realization that the summer was going to be difficult with her walking around with half her ass out all summer, it was bound to be an elaborate game of erection minesweeper, “So, how were your first two semesters,” Caroline asked.
“It was uh... well pretty hard, I mean difficult and they went slow, but uh... it’s good to be home and I made a couple of friends,” Micheal said unconfidently.
“Good,” Caroline bubbled, “I’m so glad to finally be done with my degree in psychology!”
“Congratulations,” Micheal said excitedly, but figured this meant she could read him and was instantly worried she would sense his arousal by the shorts, “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to manage a therapy clinic,” she said excitedly, “The clinic specializes in addiction.”
“Wow, that’s interesting and forward-thinking,” Michael said impressed, “I wish I’d gotten an internship but there’s next year.”
“Don’t sweat it I was a finance major at first but it was boring,” Caroline laughed, “You’re smart, you’ll be fine.”
Micheal appreciated the compliment but again paused to take a look at her shorts, trying not to be creepy about it, “Thanks.”
“Do you need help carrying this stuff to your room?”
“Uh nah I got it,” Micheal's voice cracked as he looked down again. Caroline left the room giggling as Michael’s cock immediately rushed to get hard. He began removing his things grateful his sister didn’t see the huge tent in his pants.
Ten minutes later he had unpacked all of his essentials including his laptop which he often used to browse porn sites on the few occasions when he had some privacy. Now, he could be back on a normal routine, 3-4 times a day. He opened the laptop to moans loudly reverberating from the speakers his roommate had left a day early so he had taken advantage of a solo night in the dorm. He scrolled until he found a video of a handsome light-skinned man giving an absolute dicking to a girl who looked similar to Caroline wearing a nearly identical pair of booty shorts. Micheal shook it off due to how hot the video was and jerked furiously. Three minutes into the half-hour clip he exploded his 3.5-inch cock could only muster a dribble of juice. Moments after this explosion Caroline knocked on the door, “Can I come in,” she asked as Micheal threw out the tissue he had used.
“Uh- uh yea,” Micheal said after nervously pulling up his pants, shifting his boner, and closing the laptop loudly. Caroline swooped in taking a seat next to Micheal on the bed.
“So Micheal, did you ever smoke in college,” she asked with a wide grin.
“Uhh, I think I tried it once.”
“Want to try it again,” Caroline asked as she revealed a joint. This was enough to distract me from her booty at least temporarily, “Let’s go, we have to go in the yard.”
Micheal sprung up, his cock back to its usual 1” flaccid state. He followed Caroline quickly, and they smoked on the back porch. Caroline could handle it, but Micheal was hit by it strongly and entered a giggly state, “Let’s go inside before mom is home,” Caroline said, putting out the joint.
The two went inside but Micheal was still clearly incapacitated. Caroline told him to lay on her bed to relax, he did accordingly. In the meantime, Caroline brushed her teeth and retrieved Micheal’s laptop hiding it in her closet as Micheal giggled relentlessly on the bed Caroline sat on the end of the bed, “You OK Buddy?”
“I’m great,” Micheal said between laughs as he sat up slightly and saw Caroline’s ass again, “Oh.”
“What’s wrong,” Caroline asked, the laughter stopped as Micheal’s racing brain dedicated all power to not getting a little boner.
“Nothing I uh...” Micheal looked into her eyes as hard as he could with the look of someone who had just seen a ghost.
“Here,” Caroline said as she got up and bent over to look through a drawer Micheal saw a waxing moon. Her ass was revealed even more as she bent over sending Micheal into full panic as his cock made a little bump in his shorts. Caroline returned with a piece of chocolate, Micheal ate it chocolate being his favorite candy.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” Micheal said not realizing it was an aphrodisiac. In just a few minutes his boner entered concrete mode and Micheal placed a pillow in his lap. Caroline knew what she had done but she did a great job of hiding it. Hearing the door open Caroline left the room.
It was their mother Rachel, (45) the two women standing next to each other had a ****** resemblance they were both tall, tan from the sun, slim, with hourglass figures and an insane harmonious combination of tits and ass she was dressed in less than Caroline wearing booty shorts and a sports bra unlike Caroline who had a top on, she was sweating from the gym.
“Micheal, come say hi to mom,” Caroline called. Micheal rolled his eyes unable to get his erection down, fortunately, due to its small size it was hardly noticeable but it still worried him as it may still reveal him anyway.
“Hi, Mom,” Micheal said as he went downstairs and hugged her leaning in awkwardly to not give himself away. Then the image of her struck him as his boner pumped a shot of precum gently into his boxers and due to the light color of his shorts, a small stain emerged at the tip of his cock’s indent but he was too stoned to notice. Rachel smirked and signaled to Caroline as she chuckled Micheal stood there trying not to get any more aroused.
“Hey, Micheal, since you don’t have a job could you do the laundry,” Rachel said in a slightly rude tone.
“Yes, Mom,” Micheal said running upstairs to grab the clothes baskets grateful to be able to hold something over his crotch. When he returned she sat her socks and shoes from the gym the pheromones doubled Micheal's excitement.
In the basement where the laundry appliances were Miechael thoroughly went through the pockets and grabbed another handful of laundry and felt a sticky goo, it was thick and white he surmised that it was the semen of an African American he had no way of knowing if it was real cum but Micheal used his own runny, watery, yellow semen to figure out it must have been discharged from either his mom or sister he smelled it aroused by the notion of his pervertedness.
Standing there now after seeing his sister all afternoon in those shorts and just now his mother with what he believed to be their life juices he looked to make sure the basement door was still closed as he touched his tongue to it, it had an umami flavor that fueled his undying arousal. He began to slurp up the semen of a random man, after ingesting a few tablespoons of cum he felt like a boss from the shot of protein contained in the sample and began thinking it may be fun to avoid the inevitable consequences that his mother and sister would implement if they heaven forbid found out about this habit. He emptied the clothes baskets filling the two washing machines. In the bottom of the clothes basket were more panties, and a pair of booty shorts, an amalgamation of clothes which had to have come from his sister and mother both soiled with African seed which Micheal again was oblivious to proving two things: One, despite Micheal not knowing his sister and mother were being destroyed by black cock and Two, perhaps there was something in it for Micheal. He kept licking up the seed thinking it was an unusual amount for a woman to discharge, but not caring as the sweet and salty juice hit his tastebuds. Then he threw them in the washer and went back upstairs.
Entering his room he scanned for the laptop, he searched everywhere in his room for a good thirty minutes before realizing it had been removed, “Uh- Caroline, have you seen my computer,” Micheal asked while trying to enter her room and being stopped by a locked door.
“Ohh, I borrowed it, I need to write a quick work email,” Caroline explained as she typed away.
“Oh, then let me know when you’re done,” Micheal said forgetting about the tab he had left open, and went downstairs to switch the laundry into the dryers. Micheal scrolled on TikTok, watching videos of girls shaking their ass until he scrolled so far that his sister's account showed up. There were nearly 1000 videos of her shaking her ass to different songs, in outfits as sexy if not sexier than the shorts she and her mother seemed to now be attached to. He scrolled through them viewing each one it took him nearly an hour to watch all of them. Hearing the dryer go off as he closed his phone he was still incredibly hard, the aphrodisiac still in effect combined with an hour of edging to his sister's massive and maneuverable ass. He brought the now clean clothes upstairs to his mom and sister.
“Wow, these are clean,” Rachel said impressed by Micheal’s chore, “I was worried these might have been stained!”
“Oh, I made sure to clean out the messy spots,” Micheal said chuckling at his inside joke.
“Really, that’s considerate of you Micheal,” Rachel said looking at the laundry and giving Micheal an unsupervised view of her ass.
“Of course, I’d love to take over the cleaning, it was satisfying,” Micheal said giving too much info.
“All yours, especially if you keep doing this good,” Her approval made him happy as he left the room.
“Caroline,” He knocked on her door.
“Come in."
“Can I have my laptop now?”
“Of course, but, I installed a content blocker,” Caroline said matter of factly.
“What, Why,” Micheal yelled.
“Based on your history, I think you’ve seen enough for a lifetime,” Caroline said, “Now take it. And if you bitch anymore, I tell mom.”
“Whatever,” Micheal snapped as he stomped out of the room eager to finally get release for his cock. Unfortunately, all his favorite sites were now blocked. Porn hub, Xvideos, XHamster, even the obscure websites were blocked. Micheal thought of every porn company he knew of (that was straight of course) and searched but found nothing. Finally, he googled sexual terms, like positions, and actors, Doggy Style, 69 Videos, and Riley Reid. Nothing came up until he scrolled down so far that a video of Riley Reid getting double fucked by two black guys came up. When he clicked on it the Blacked website opened, unblocked to his shock. ‘Caroline must have never heard of blacked,’ thought Micheal. He wasn’t a huge fan, but it was certainly better than nothing. He was about to get going when he realized he had to pay to get to the videos, he concocted a plan.
Micheal entered his sister's room, asking for her credit card.
“Please, I need to purchase a game, It’ll be less than $40,” Micheal lied.
“OK, but you pay me back as soon as possible,” Caroline said giving him her card. Micheal quickly purchased $36 worth of Blacked videos. He didn’t realize that it would show up on her card, fortunately, these payments took a few weeks to process sparing Micheal for the time being.
Two minutes. A new low for Micheal as he spurted 5 drops of syrupy yellow liquid into his hand and wiped it off on a tissue then washed his hands. Closing his laptop and hiding it for safekeeping. Finally, his three-hour boner was deflated and he was proud that he got it to go back to its normal 1" state. Over the next month much remained the same. Micheal would get his laundry treats often staying in his room as his mom and sister were always out to the gym, the store, or wherever else. It was these 30 days that turned Micheal from a normal perv to a bbc addict. Unbeknownst to him, he could now only pleasure himself to Blacked videos, and would now often imagine his mother or sister in place of one of the actors, and the two continued to wear booty shorts nearly daily. Today, however, was the day Micheal got caught.
A month ago, when Micheal ordered the Blacked videos, he had accidentally purchased a deal for 12 pairs of Blacked underwear and 6 pairs of Blacked booty shorts, which Caroline discovered one day walking into the house from the car. She brought the package inside as she received two statements on her banking app.
“24.99 (3) 10-Minute Blacked Movies”
“4.99 (12) Blacked brand underwear”
“5.99 (6) Blacked brand high waist shorts”
'What the fuck,' Caroline thought as she read the purchase date. “MICHEAL,” she screamed as she climbed the stairs, “Give me your laptop now!”
“What, what did I do,” Micheal shouted pretending to be innocent.
“Why don’t you give me the laptop then we can find out,” Caroline said trying to calm him down.
“But, I didn’t do anything, He lied again, I didn’t watch any porn!”
“I have the receipts," showing him the bank statement, “Now unless you want Mom to see this, come to my room and explain this,” She said tapping the package.
Micheal must have been too high to realize that he had ordered a ton of Blacked Merch due to a huge sale. He stuttered his way through an explanation, “Well, I’d be madder if those weren’t my exact style!”
“What,” Micheal said imagining his sister Blacked. Only a month of the same three Blacked videos had changed his mind, perhaps permanently.
“Just because they’re booty shorts, perv,” Caroline said as she stripped down and tried on the Blacked booty shorts that were even shorter and made her ass show 2/3ds.
“Oh my god,” muttered Micheal his shrimp springing up tired of the constant strain.
“Like what you see,” teased Caroline, before snapping at him, “Since you’re such a pervert!”
“I uh... I’m sorry Caroline, I don’t know what came over me,” Micheal made excuses, “I promise I didn’t mean to and it was unrelated,” he said adjusting his tiny hard-on until it was no longer visible through his shorts.
“I believe that perhaps we are seeing the symptoms of a porn addiction,” Caroline said, “perhaps I could get you a therapist?”
“Come on, I mean this is ridiculous,” Micheal whined, “Why would I need a therapist?”
“To overcome your addiction. You have been hypnotized by a few videos so much that you wanted to buy the brand’s clothes for your sister,” she said, catching Micheal at a hard controversy.
“Uhhh, I guess you have a point but even now I don’t think I need one,” Micheal tried to avoid such nonsense.
“Fine, I guess we’ll see what Mom thinks.”
“OK, fine I’ll do it, whatever, as long as it’s not too often,” Micheal argued.
“Weekly.”
“What, why, fine, I’ll stop watching porn!”
“No, weekly, and no more computer.”
“Ok ok ok, fine.”
