Jenifer gave her cock a few more tugs are she descended the stairs into the living room, smearing precum (along with a little actual cum) around the swollen head of her junk. She could hear hear dad's voice, and her little brother laughing at whatever he'd said. She hesitated a moment before entering the room. This didn't feel real...It was like a dream. She'd never felt these sort of feelings before, craving humiliation. But if it was just a dream, what was the worst that could happen?
She entered the kitchen, and the chatter barely slowed down. Her mother looked over at Jennifer, whose heavy sack and erect cock were clearly visible. "JESUS CHRIST! Jennifer, what the hell happened to you?!" At first her voice was panicky, concerned over what on earth was happening to her child. But as she saw the FUCKTOY tattoo of a cum-drooling pussy, her expression darkened. "Young lady, did you do this WILLINGLY? What the FUCK is wrong with you?" Jennifer had heard her mother cuss a few times under her breath, but never to drop an F-bomb, practically screaming it at her.
Jennifer's kid brother looked over at her, and started laughing nervously. He was clearly uncomfortable, but had no idea how to express it. Her dad's face was gradually turning red, his mouth agape.
This all happened very quickly. Jennifer felt the rush of blood to her face and cock as it twitched. "Yeah...I wanted a hairy cock. I wanted the tattoo. Now everyone knows I'll fuck anyone, anytime. DId I say anyONE? I mean anyTHING." She moved over towards her seated brother, her fat cock inches from his face, and she slowly started jerking it. His laughter trailed off and he just watched.
"So...what are you going to do about it?"