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I arrived quietly, didn't want my parents to know that I'd managed to get
away a day early, I wanted to surprise them. I hadn't been home in two
years – I'd managed to get a good job straight out of school, but it
meant being 200 miles away from them...to be honest, part of me was
glad. They hadn't taken it well when I told them I was bi and had a
boy-friend, I wasn't about to tell them that we were now a polyamorous
three-some and often had others join us for the night. But at the same
time, I missed them both, and now that my two sisters were away too I knew
they were lonely.
I pulled my car up quietly, and got out. I'd managed to find my house-key
– not sure if they'd remember that I had it. Opened the front door, I
could hear that they were in the lounge so I went through and burst in.
"Guess who's home."
Then I looked around – they really weren't expecting me. Mum was
standing there in knee-length boots, Dad was kneeling – naked apart from
a leather collar round his neck. Mum had a flogger in her hand.
Fuck – my parents were into kink. Never saw that one coming.
They both froze. Then I dashed out.
"I'll wait in my car."
I sat there, not sure how long they'd take. Then I noticed that I was hard,
I rubbed myself through the shorts I was wearing – then remembered that
this was my parents I was thinking about.
After what seemed like an age my Dad appeared – he was now normally
dressed in jeans and a polo-shirt. I got out of the car and came inside.
Mum was just coming downstairs – she'd got into normal clothes too.
"Hi, darling, we thought you were coming tomorrow."
"Yes Mum, a meeting got cancelled – sorry for disturbing you. I thought
you'd like the surprise."
"Well it's wonderful to see you, of course."
There was something of an edge.
"Is it a problem that I'm here?"
"Of course not darling...just we were going to have some friends over
tonight."
Dad started to say something, but Mum interrupted him.
"I'm sure we can cancel them."
I got my bags inside and up to my old room. They'd redecorated it, it was
now just a general guest bedroom – but that was all fine. I needed to do
something about my cock though, it was still rock-hard. I knew I didn't
have time to wank off, but it was very visible – I'd driven down
commando as I don't like underwear getting tight when I'm sitting for
ages. I fished a pair of boxer-briefs from my bag and was just pushing my
shorts down to put them on underneath when the door opened.
"Whoops. Sorry darling."
I quickly pulled the shorts back up.
"Come in Mum."
"Sorry – I'm not used to you being here so I just walk into rooms."
I could see she was looking at the obvious bulge in my shorts.
"I just wanted to check that you've got everything you want. We don't have
dinner plans, so when you're ready we're going to order pizza – if
that's ok with you?"
"Sure Mum, great. Was just going to sort a few things, then I'll be down."
She smiled and left me to it. With the boxer-briefs on my hard-cock wasn't
so obvious, or at least I hoped so.
As I came down Mum smiled at me, and passed me a beer from the fridge.
"Did you managed to get things sorted?" There was a definite edge of
something to the way she said `sorted'.
"Oh yes, easy to pull a few things out of a bag."
That evening they both seemed a bit on edge and nervous; but over time we
all relaxed. It was good to see them again. But I decided on an early
night, I was drained by the journey and had had a busy few weeks at work
too.
I had a long hot shower, which relaxed the muscles in my back – and then
collapsed on the bed. As soon as I lay there my cock got hard again –
absent-mindedly I started to stroke it, the only image which came into my
head though was of earlier. Mum dressed in leather and towering over Dad
naked – clearly having flogged him. Soon I shot my load, I grabbed my
boxers to clean up and then thought that I should put them somewhere Mum
wouldn't find when she, inevitably, came in to clean. I opened the wardrobe
and was greeted by a fully-stocked kink-cupboard. Obviously that's what my
parents were now into. I hid the boxers in my bag and tried to get to
sleep.
My dreams were just of my parents. As I started to process what I'd seen I
started to think about them – before they'd just been my parents, I sort
of assumed that they never had sex, even though basic biology proved this
wasn't the case. Now I pondered Mum, she certainly had a great body –
still firm tits, flat stomach, long legs (particularly in those boots); Dad
wasn't in bad shape either, though I hadn't seen as much of him when he was
down on all fours. I started to realise why they'd fancy each other –
both were very sexy in their own way.
The next morning Mum had gone out to work early, and Dad tried to act as
though everything was normal...but didn't do a very good job of it. Soon
enough he had to go to work too.
That evening I went to visit an old friend, I wasn't too late back and they
knew what sort of time – didn't want the same thing to happen. When I
got back, Dad was in a pair of very tight shorts and no top; Mum was in a
low-cut top and short skirt. I couldn't help but evaluate them a bit
more. Dad's body was in very good shape indeed – strong pecs, defined
arms, not quite a six-pack but flat down there. His legs were quite defined
too, and a large bulge in the crotch. Mum's cleavage gave a very nice view,
her legs were open a bit and I couldn't help but look to see what was going
on...she had underwear on, but I couldn't see clearly enough what
sort. Immediately my cock jumped to life again.
"Hi sweetie. Get a drink and come and join us."
I was torn, Mum's invitation was tempting, but also running away and
wanking to calm my cock down was tempting too. I could see she was staring
at my crotch, she licked her lips. I needed to get out of there.
"Get Damian a drink won't you. He's a guest now."
I wasn't going to get out of this one so easily. Dad leapt up, his bulge
even more visible now – it didn't look quite right though. As he walked
into the kitchen both Mum and me watched his tight well-shaped arse, the
tight shorts giving everything away.
"Come and sit here with me."
Mum patted the chair next to her. I could feel her body-heat. Soon Dad came
back with a beer for me and what I guessed was a vodka-tonic for Mum.
"So tell me what's going on in your life. We heard from your sister that
Shaun and you have split up – is there a new boy or girl in there?"
I wasn't expecting something so direct.
"Sort of, it's a bit complex at the moment." That was true enough, eight
different people had slept in my bed in the past month – some I'd had
sex with, others not.
Mum rested her hand on my thigh – my cock was fully hard now, and
straining against my boxers, thank goodness I'd remembered to put some on.
"You seem very nervous and tense this evening."
"Not really, Mum, just not used to being around you both again." I lied,
then added. "It's great to be here, just different to how things are at
home."
"You don't need to be different around us – relax. Debbie said when she
visited you never had a top on – you don't need to hide away around
us. Dad's got his off."
Busted – my sister had been to visit me. Fortunately we'd managed to
make it look like I had two flat-mates who were a couple rather than a
three-some. But, yes, we weren't overly clothed. In fact, we were usually
naked or just in underwear, but for her visit we'd all been a bit more
clothed than that.
I knew what Mum was like, she wouldn't let this drop. So I stood up and
pulled my t-shirt over my head. I could see Mum licking her lips and she
stared at the obvious bulge I had. Once I sat down her hand went back onto
my thigh.
"I feel like you're more distant."
"What do you mean?"
"Like you're keeping something hidden from us." She paused. "You're
obviously a fully grown man now," she was clearly looking at the bulge as
she said that, "you don't need to hide things from Mum and Dad like you're
a teenager that we're going to tell off."
"What do you want to know?"
"It's not like that – I haven't got a list of questions for you or
anything, just feel that you should be able to tell me anything – that's
what Mum's are for."
I noticed that her drink was empty, and seized the opportunity.
"Do you want another drink Mum?"
"Why not, and get yourself one."
"Dad?"
He didn't even begin to answer and almost immediately Mum answered for
him. "He's fine."
As I stood up she passed me her glass, but misjudged the distance between
us and her hand grazed over my bulge – my cock twitched at her
touch. She clearly noticed and smiled.
I came back with the drinks, I was about to sit opposite her but the look
on her face made it clear where she wanted me. As I passed her drink she
managed to `misjudge' again, and again my cock twitched.
"Something's going on in there." I turned bright red. "Perhaps we should
let you go upstairs to sort it." I couldn't believe she was being so
open...but then it got worse. "Or just let you sort it down here."
"What do you mean Mum?"
"You're still young, and by the look of things you still wank off."
Then all pretence went, she overtly rubbed my bulge. Then took her hand
between her own legs.
I just stood there, unable to leave, unable to sit down, unable to move.
"There's nothing wrong with a cock Damian, it's a normal part of being a
man – well a proper man at least."
"What do you mean?" I thought she was getting at me.
"Well some men aren't real men, their cocks need to be locked away...but I
think that you're a real man." She looked at Dad. "Or do I need to lock
your cock away as well?"
"As well?"
"As well as your Dad. He's all locked away safe and sound." She looked at
him. "Show him."
Dad stood up, he looked so uncomfortable, then opened his shorts and
dropped them. Now I saw why his bulge had looked odd before, he was locked
in a cb. He just stood there naked.
"Is that what you need too?"
"No way."
"Prove it."
"Prove what?"
"Prove that you're a real man."
"How?"
"Well start by showing me whether you've got a real man's cock. Show me
that you're better than your Dad."
Somehow this appealed to my exhibitionist side.
"Fair enough." I dropped my shorts and boxers – my cock stood out proud,
all eight inches of it.
"See, that's what a real man's cock looks like."
She was taunting Dad.
"I caught your Dad looking at smut on-line, all of it was stuff about women
owning and using men...I guessed that's what he wanted, and I've given it
to him ever since. But you look like a real man. You are a real man aren't
you darling?"
"Fuck yes, sure am."
"You like to fuck pussy?"
"Fuck yes I do."
"And arse too?"
"Good and tight – yes."
Then things went even further – Mum grabbed my cock and wanked it a few
times.
"Yes – that's a real cock. That's the sort of cock I need." Then
suddenly added. "Suck it."
Dad crawled over to me, and as though he was controlled by some strange
power started to suck my cock. Mum watched, rubbing herself between her
legs.
"Ok bitch boy, that's enough. Get my pussy wet for me." Dad crawled over
and stuck his face between her legs. I sat down opposite and slowly wanked
my cock. Soon Mum's top came off, then she pushed Dad away and the skirt
and underwear came off too. Fuck she was hot. "Damian, you know what I
really want to see?"
"What's that Mum."
"I want to see a guy fuck your Dad's arse, and then fuck my pussy."
Her legs were wide open, a small neatly trimmed bush hid little of what was
on offer down there. She walked off, Dad crawled at his ankles, and I
followed – it seemed like my cock was pulling me. She went up to their
bedroom, lay on the bed her legs open wide. Dad crawled up and started to
lick her pussy out.
"Darling, your Dad's never been fucked before – I've used dildos on him
a few times. You might want to use plenty of lube though it's in the
bedside table, I'll get him poppered up for you."
I started to smear my cock, soon it was slick and ready.
"Go straight in – no mercy for him."
I gently positioned my cock at the opening to his arse, and started to
push. Fuck it was tight. Then I saw Mum's eyes, she wanted Dad to feel the
pain; she really wanted it rough. Fair enough, I grabbed his hips, and
plunged forward with all my strength. Dad cried out, but Mum just pulled
his mouth further into her pussy.
"Fuck yeah. That's so tight."
I'd taken virgin arse twice before – neither time so viciously as this
– I was loving it.
"Give it to him, he loves it."
"Take it bitch – feel what a real man's real cock is like."
Soon I was ramming him, treating him like the little bitch boy he clearly
was.
"I'm ready for it too."
Mum pushed Dad away from her pussy, so I pulled out and leapt over to
her. She angled my cock, and in no time I was filling her up just as I'd
filled Dad.
"Fuck yeah – I'd forgotten what a real fuck was like."
I grabbed at her tits, and started to suck them as I rammed her good and
hard. Soon I was getting close, and told her.
"Fill me up – really fill me with your cum."
With that I unloaded deep inside her. I pulled out, and without even
thinking grabbed Dad's hair and made him suck my cock clean. Then he went
back to Mum's pussy and tried to suck out my cum.
After that, we just collapsed and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed – there was a note left on
the pillow though.
"Damian. What a great night – we've both got work meetings, but thought
you'd like to sleep in. I've moved your stuff in our room as that's where
we're all going to sleep – don't think we need much by way of clothes
though. If your Dad gets back before me – do feel free to fuck him, or
use him however you want. Lots of love, Mum."
away a day early, I wanted to surprise them. I hadn't been home in two
years – I'd managed to get a good job straight out of school, but it
meant being 200 miles away from them...to be honest, part of me was
glad. They hadn't taken it well when I told them I was bi and had a
boy-friend, I wasn't about to tell them that we were now a polyamorous
three-some and often had others join us for the night. But at the same
time, I missed them both, and now that my two sisters were away too I knew
they were lonely.
I pulled my car up quietly, and got out. I'd managed to find my house-key
– not sure if they'd remember that I had it. Opened the front door, I
could hear that they were in the lounge so I went through and burst in.
"Guess who's home."
Then I looked around – they really weren't expecting me. Mum was
standing there in knee-length boots, Dad was kneeling – naked apart from
a leather collar round his neck. Mum had a flogger in her hand.
Fuck – my parents were into kink. Never saw that one coming.
They both froze. Then I dashed out.
"I'll wait in my car."
I sat there, not sure how long they'd take. Then I noticed that I was hard,
I rubbed myself through the shorts I was wearing – then remembered that
this was my parents I was thinking about.
After what seemed like an age my Dad appeared – he was now normally
dressed in jeans and a polo-shirt. I got out of the car and came inside.
Mum was just coming downstairs – she'd got into normal clothes too.
"Hi, darling, we thought you were coming tomorrow."
"Yes Mum, a meeting got cancelled – sorry for disturbing you. I thought
you'd like the surprise."
"Well it's wonderful to see you, of course."
There was something of an edge.
"Is it a problem that I'm here?"
"Of course not darling...just we were going to have some friends over
tonight."
Dad started to say something, but Mum interrupted him.
"I'm sure we can cancel them."
I got my bags inside and up to my old room. They'd redecorated it, it was
now just a general guest bedroom – but that was all fine. I needed to do
something about my cock though, it was still rock-hard. I knew I didn't
have time to wank off, but it was very visible – I'd driven down
commando as I don't like underwear getting tight when I'm sitting for
ages. I fished a pair of boxer-briefs from my bag and was just pushing my
shorts down to put them on underneath when the door opened.
"Whoops. Sorry darling."
I quickly pulled the shorts back up.
"Come in Mum."
"Sorry – I'm not used to you being here so I just walk into rooms."
I could see she was looking at the obvious bulge in my shorts.
"I just wanted to check that you've got everything you want. We don't have
dinner plans, so when you're ready we're going to order pizza – if
that's ok with you?"
"Sure Mum, great. Was just going to sort a few things, then I'll be down."
She smiled and left me to it. With the boxer-briefs on my hard-cock wasn't
so obvious, or at least I hoped so.
As I came down Mum smiled at me, and passed me a beer from the fridge.
"Did you managed to get things sorted?" There was a definite edge of
something to the way she said `sorted'.
"Oh yes, easy to pull a few things out of a bag."
That evening they both seemed a bit on edge and nervous; but over time we
all relaxed. It was good to see them again. But I decided on an early
night, I was drained by the journey and had had a busy few weeks at work
too.
I had a long hot shower, which relaxed the muscles in my back – and then
collapsed on the bed. As soon as I lay there my cock got hard again –
absent-mindedly I started to stroke it, the only image which came into my
head though was of earlier. Mum dressed in leather and towering over Dad
naked – clearly having flogged him. Soon I shot my load, I grabbed my
boxers to clean up and then thought that I should put them somewhere Mum
wouldn't find when she, inevitably, came in to clean. I opened the wardrobe
and was greeted by a fully-stocked kink-cupboard. Obviously that's what my
parents were now into. I hid the boxers in my bag and tried to get to
sleep.
My dreams were just of my parents. As I started to process what I'd seen I
started to think about them – before they'd just been my parents, I sort
of assumed that they never had sex, even though basic biology proved this
wasn't the case. Now I pondered Mum, she certainly had a great body –
still firm tits, flat stomach, long legs (particularly in those boots); Dad
wasn't in bad shape either, though I hadn't seen as much of him when he was
down on all fours. I started to realise why they'd fancy each other –
both were very sexy in their own way.
The next morning Mum had gone out to work early, and Dad tried to act as
though everything was normal...but didn't do a very good job of it. Soon
enough he had to go to work too.
That evening I went to visit an old friend, I wasn't too late back and they
knew what sort of time – didn't want the same thing to happen. When I
got back, Dad was in a pair of very tight shorts and no top; Mum was in a
low-cut top and short skirt. I couldn't help but evaluate them a bit
more. Dad's body was in very good shape indeed – strong pecs, defined
arms, not quite a six-pack but flat down there. His legs were quite defined
too, and a large bulge in the crotch. Mum's cleavage gave a very nice view,
her legs were open a bit and I couldn't help but look to see what was going
on...she had underwear on, but I couldn't see clearly enough what
sort. Immediately my cock jumped to life again.
"Hi sweetie. Get a drink and come and join us."
I was torn, Mum's invitation was tempting, but also running away and
wanking to calm my cock down was tempting too. I could see she was staring
at my crotch, she licked her lips. I needed to get out of there.
"Get Damian a drink won't you. He's a guest now."
I wasn't going to get out of this one so easily. Dad leapt up, his bulge
even more visible now – it didn't look quite right though. As he walked
into the kitchen both Mum and me watched his tight well-shaped arse, the
tight shorts giving everything away.
"Come and sit here with me."
Mum patted the chair next to her. I could feel her body-heat. Soon Dad came
back with a beer for me and what I guessed was a vodka-tonic for Mum.
"So tell me what's going on in your life. We heard from your sister that
Shaun and you have split up – is there a new boy or girl in there?"
I wasn't expecting something so direct.
"Sort of, it's a bit complex at the moment." That was true enough, eight
different people had slept in my bed in the past month – some I'd had
sex with, others not.
Mum rested her hand on my thigh – my cock was fully hard now, and
straining against my boxers, thank goodness I'd remembered to put some on.
"You seem very nervous and tense this evening."
"Not really, Mum, just not used to being around you both again." I lied,
then added. "It's great to be here, just different to how things are at
home."
"You don't need to be different around us – relax. Debbie said when she
visited you never had a top on – you don't need to hide away around
us. Dad's got his off."
Busted – my sister had been to visit me. Fortunately we'd managed to
make it look like I had two flat-mates who were a couple rather than a
three-some. But, yes, we weren't overly clothed. In fact, we were usually
naked or just in underwear, but for her visit we'd all been a bit more
clothed than that.
I knew what Mum was like, she wouldn't let this drop. So I stood up and
pulled my t-shirt over my head. I could see Mum licking her lips and she
stared at the obvious bulge I had. Once I sat down her hand went back onto
my thigh.
"I feel like you're more distant."
"What do you mean?"
"Like you're keeping something hidden from us." She paused. "You're
obviously a fully grown man now," she was clearly looking at the bulge as
she said that, "you don't need to hide things from Mum and Dad like you're
a teenager that we're going to tell off."
"What do you want to know?"
"It's not like that – I haven't got a list of questions for you or
anything, just feel that you should be able to tell me anything – that's
what Mum's are for."
I noticed that her drink was empty, and seized the opportunity.
"Do you want another drink Mum?"
"Why not, and get yourself one."
"Dad?"
He didn't even begin to answer and almost immediately Mum answered for
him. "He's fine."
As I stood up she passed me her glass, but misjudged the distance between
us and her hand grazed over my bulge – my cock twitched at her
touch. She clearly noticed and smiled.
I came back with the drinks, I was about to sit opposite her but the look
on her face made it clear where she wanted me. As I passed her drink she
managed to `misjudge' again, and again my cock twitched.
"Something's going on in there." I turned bright red. "Perhaps we should
let you go upstairs to sort it." I couldn't believe she was being so
open...but then it got worse. "Or just let you sort it down here."
"What do you mean Mum?"
"You're still young, and by the look of things you still wank off."
Then all pretence went, she overtly rubbed my bulge. Then took her hand
between her own legs.
I just stood there, unable to leave, unable to sit down, unable to move.
"There's nothing wrong with a cock Damian, it's a normal part of being a
man – well a proper man at least."
"What do you mean?" I thought she was getting at me.
"Well some men aren't real men, their cocks need to be locked away...but I
think that you're a real man." She looked at Dad. "Or do I need to lock
your cock away as well?"
"As well?"
"As well as your Dad. He's all locked away safe and sound." She looked at
him. "Show him."
Dad stood up, he looked so uncomfortable, then opened his shorts and
dropped them. Now I saw why his bulge had looked odd before, he was locked
in a cb. He just stood there naked.
"Is that what you need too?"
"No way."
"Prove it."
"Prove what?"
"Prove that you're a real man."
"How?"
"Well start by showing me whether you've got a real man's cock. Show me
that you're better than your Dad."
Somehow this appealed to my exhibitionist side.
"Fair enough." I dropped my shorts and boxers – my cock stood out proud,
all eight inches of it.
"See, that's what a real man's cock looks like."
She was taunting Dad.
"I caught your Dad looking at smut on-line, all of it was stuff about women
owning and using men...I guessed that's what he wanted, and I've given it
to him ever since. But you look like a real man. You are a real man aren't
you darling?"
"Fuck yes, sure am."
"You like to fuck pussy?"
"Fuck yes I do."
"And arse too?"
"Good and tight – yes."
Then things went even further – Mum grabbed my cock and wanked it a few
times.
"Yes – that's a real cock. That's the sort of cock I need." Then
suddenly added. "Suck it."
Dad crawled over to me, and as though he was controlled by some strange
power started to suck my cock. Mum watched, rubbing herself between her
legs.
"Ok bitch boy, that's enough. Get my pussy wet for me." Dad crawled over
and stuck his face between her legs. I sat down opposite and slowly wanked
my cock. Soon Mum's top came off, then she pushed Dad away and the skirt
and underwear came off too. Fuck she was hot. "Damian, you know what I
really want to see?"
"What's that Mum."
"I want to see a guy fuck your Dad's arse, and then fuck my pussy."
Her legs were wide open, a small neatly trimmed bush hid little of what was
on offer down there. She walked off, Dad crawled at his ankles, and I
followed – it seemed like my cock was pulling me. She went up to their
bedroom, lay on the bed her legs open wide. Dad crawled up and started to
lick her pussy out.
"Darling, your Dad's never been fucked before – I've used dildos on him
a few times. You might want to use plenty of lube though it's in the
bedside table, I'll get him poppered up for you."
I started to smear my cock, soon it was slick and ready.
"Go straight in – no mercy for him."
I gently positioned my cock at the opening to his arse, and started to
push. Fuck it was tight. Then I saw Mum's eyes, she wanted Dad to feel the
pain; she really wanted it rough. Fair enough, I grabbed his hips, and
plunged forward with all my strength. Dad cried out, but Mum just pulled
his mouth further into her pussy.
"Fuck yeah. That's so tight."
I'd taken virgin arse twice before – neither time so viciously as this
– I was loving it.
"Give it to him, he loves it."
"Take it bitch – feel what a real man's real cock is like."
Soon I was ramming him, treating him like the little bitch boy he clearly
was.
"I'm ready for it too."
Mum pushed Dad away from her pussy, so I pulled out and leapt over to
her. She angled my cock, and in no time I was filling her up just as I'd
filled Dad.
"Fuck yeah – I'd forgotten what a real fuck was like."
I grabbed at her tits, and started to suck them as I rammed her good and
hard. Soon I was getting close, and told her.
"Fill me up – really fill me with your cum."
With that I unloaded deep inside her. I pulled out, and without even
thinking grabbed Dad's hair and made him suck my cock clean. Then he went
back to Mum's pussy and tried to suck out my cum.
After that, we just collapsed and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed – there was a note left on
the pillow though.
"Damian. What a great night – we've both got work meetings, but thought
you'd like to sleep in. I've moved your stuff in our room as that's where
we're all going to sleep – don't think we need much by way of clothes
though. If your Dad gets back before me – do feel free to fuck him, or
use him however you want. Lots of love, Mum."
Mara
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