The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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I stood there completely dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe Daddy had told me to take my clothes off in the middle of the golf course mid-day. It had to be some kind of test or joke. I started to remove my shirt reluctantly. When it was completely off my br other chuckled lightly at my bare, pale chest. I had just started to put my arm back through the hole. I KNEW it was a joke! I felt so stupid. Just then Daddy held his hand out to me, gesturing for me to wait and he turned to Chris.
“Whatcha laughin at?” The question was sincere and Chris shrugged. “You looked just like him when YOU were his age. Anyway off with YOURS too.” As Daddy said this he got up from the seat of the cart and Mommy did the same. She lifted the seat to show an empty compartment and Daddy gestured for my shirt. I handed it to him and he gave it to Mommy who neatly folded it and placed it in the compartment. Daddy removed his own shirt and handed it to her. “Well, go on Bud…” He said and started undoing his belt.
I couldn’t believe he was serious but seeing my brother remove his sweatshirt, sweats etc rapidly washed my doubts away. I was still embarrassed though as I removed what was left of my clothes. My mom watched me as I took off each piece, smiling and folding it as I handed it to her. When I was through she was beaming and placed all my clothes in a neat pile on the cart. Chris and Dad managed to undress quicker than me so they were already completely naked and standing there outdoors, beer in hand when I finally approached them.
Daddy smile as he looked at me, as did Chris but HIS smile was cockier than anything else, no pun intended. Dad took a drink of his bear and closed the triangle between the three of us, grabbing his half-hard cock and flopping it about a bit. “Ya know what this is right?” he asked.
“A… A ‘penis’? I replied.
“Heh, that’s the proper term, yes. It’s also known as a dick, a cock… even a fuckstick!” When Daddy said this both I and my br other started bursting out in laughter. Our chuckles faded a bit and he picked up, still flapping his thing about. “It’s a very important thing, a cock… It’s our most important part.” My brother nodded as Daddy continued so I did the same. “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. Your br others dick looked just like yours when HE was your age, so did mine… C’mere.” He said while grabbing my br other at the waist and closing in on me a bit so that we all stood closer. Daddy’s cock, big and thick at about my chest level. Chris’ cock, much bigger than my own but not as big as Daddy’s a couple inches under that. He had hair but not much of it. Then mine, infinitely smaller a foot under theirs.
“Who makes the rules in our family?” My dad asked while looking down at me.
“You do, sir.” Was all I said in a serious tone.
“That’s right. And do you know why that is?” He asked.
“Cause you’re the father?” I asked sincerely.
“Well that is part of it but it’s also because of THIS.” He said, tugging and swaying his member about. “This is a MAN’s cock. You both have BOYs cocks and so you will follow my rules and listen to what I have to say. When you have a MAN’s cock you can make your own decisions and follow your own path but until then my word is law, got it?” Before he could hesitate long both my br other and I spouted out with a yes sir. Daddy squeezed his cock hard and I could see a dribble of fluid collecting on the tip as it hardened.
“Ho’kay! Now that we got THAT out of the way…” Daddy turned to head back to the golf cart and his hard cock slapped my shoulder slightly. It left a trail of the fluid and I saw mommy smile at me as I rubbed it in and smelled my fingers. I don’t even think Daddy noticed because he was throwing his empty can and heading to the back for a new one. He went and got his driver, bent over to tee his ball and started taking practice swings. “There are a lot of things you should know, Bud. And we would like to teach you ALL of it. But the thing is…” Daddy took a practice swing and I watched his balls sway between his legs. “Other people don’t think we should teach ya these things. So it’s important that everything be kept a secret, between us… as a fa mily.” He stepped up to his ball after looking at me over his shoulder.
“Okay.” I said and just then my br other appeared carrying a beer in one hand and touching my shoulder with his cold fingers with the other. He gestured with a shushing finger to his nose as Dad took went into his backswing, and followed through with a straight shot.
“This’s really important, Bud. From here on out you can ask us about ANYthing.” He grunted with emphasis as he bent down to pick up his tee. “Your br other, your mother, me… you can ask us ANY question and I promise that you will never get in trouble for asking. ANYthing you want to know about. But it can only be us… A word we use is ‘Taboo’. If we say a subject is ‘Taboo’ then that means you can’t talk about it with ANYone else. No best friends, no girlfriends, Nobody! Got it?”
“Yes sir.” I replied immediately and he did not look impressed. I went further to say, “It’s like when Chris was going out with Stephanie. He thought he loved her and shed be his wife but they broke up. If he told her stuff then she’d tell her friends…” With this my Dad’s face lit up and he looked at my mom who was also smiling.
“Exactly, Bud.” Best friends and girlfriends will change over the years but your br other will ALWAYS be your br other. Your mother will ALWAYS be your mother. And I of course will ALWAYS be your father. If something were told to someone OUTside the fa mily it could mean that we could NEVER be together again. ANY of us. It’s very important…” he said again with very serious emphasis.
“I understand, sir.” I said. I searched for more meaningful words but both of them seemed content with the statement. My brother had just taken his shot when Mom stepped up to tee. As she bent over I noticed she was NAKED too! I never noticed her undressing but there she stood, pale and exposed. I stood dumbfounded, watching her swing and when I turned back to the cart I was annoyed to see Daddy sitting in the driver’s seat. I was the driver! Mommy sat next to him and Chris clung onto the side.
“Hey!” I said, clearly worried my duties had been revoked.
“C’mere Bud” was all Daddy sad as he spread his legs to make room. As I settled in between them it occurred to me that this was actually much better. Driving while trying to sit was hard due to my height and this made it much easier being able to stand while pressing the gas and holding the wheel. The cart started and I made a beeline to the next closest ball. Mommy got out and grabbed a club and Daddy ran his fingers down my back as we watched her swing. I leaned back against him and felt his trapped cock pressing against my back. He got out when we got to his ball and continued, “So no matter WHAT… even if you’re mad at one of us, or ALL of us, you NEVER tell anyone else about the ‘Taboo’ things that happen… doesn’t matter if it’s one of your friends, one of their parents, a teacher, a policeman… NOBODY.” He swung and followed through then looked at me. I met his gaze with a nod. “…but ANYthing you want to know… want to try… are just curious about… you let us know, and we will answer your questions best as we can…” he hesitated then added as if he had forgot, “And you will NEVER get in trouble for a question. No matter what. If you don’t feel comfortable asking me ask your mom, if not her, your br other. We can ALL talk about ANYthing.” He settled back behind me.
“I understand sir.” I said looking over my shoulder and he peered into my eyes intensely. I broke the contact and started driving to the next ball. The conversation went on like that, giving examples of situations that I would not be allowed to speak of the Taboo. Each of the three added their own input on fa mily and how it never changes as they putted in and we drove to the next tee, the sixth hole.
Daddy lit up another of his green cigarettes and they each grabbed a beer. We heard people talking aloud as if they were yards apart from the distance but we were separated by a thick patch of trees. Nobody else was fazed except for me. They passed around the smoke and smile to one another, Mommy constantly looking from my br other to me. Daddy continued on as Mommy stepped up to swing, “If there is ever anything you want to try Bud… It’s okay to ask. We will ask you to try some things you might not think that you’d like. All we ask is that you give it a try and tell us how you feel about it. If you never want to do it again that is always an option by using your independent word…” he hesitated and I almost started to ask before he continued, “Your ‘independent word’ is your name. You are your own person Robbie and you always will be. If at any point anything is going on that you don’t want to happen you say your name. If anything hurts you say your name. If something just feels wrong you say your name. Ya got it?”
“Does… Does sex hurt?” I asked. This was a sincere question ever since the moaning I heard while watching the act. I often wondered if they liked it or not. Was sex something that was had and enjoyed by one person and given to the other?
“It CAN, Bud but not if you’re doing it right.” Daddy said with a chuckle, mommy laughed too and Chris smiled. “Sometimes the hurt can be good, and some people are into that. But you should never be forced to do something you don’t WANT to do.” He said and everyone nodded with approval so I followed in turn. “Some people actually LIKE to be hurt and it can be fun for them. But if it’s ever not fun for YOU, then you say your name…”
I drove toward the green where there balls laid and Daddy ran his fingers down my back again and over my little asscheeks. I swerved a bit while distracted and he laughed. “So if at any point… anyone is doing anything you don’t want to do…” I felt his cock slap against the middle of my back. “What do you do?”
“I say my…” I started, “Do I say ‘Robbie’ or ‘Robert’?” I asked sincerely.
“Either will do Bud.” I felt him slap it several times and felt a bit of wetness as well. He smeared it in with the tip and I continued to drive. I looked over to see mommy looking towards him, smiling and spreading her legs slightly. Her large bush still kept me from seeing much of anything down there and I pulled up next to the green. Daddy continued on as he putted in, “There are a LOT of things SOME people are into. You’ll hear other people call them nasty or bad. You’ll never know until you try. Some things that seem nasty and dirty are a lot of fun, some things are just gross. Until you try you, you really have no right saying either way. Other people say so without trying but they’re judgmental and that is NOT how WE are. If we don’t like something, we simply don’t have to do it. There is no sense in judging people, Robbie. Or doing ANY negative for that matter. If you’ve got nothing good to say then shut the fuck up.” He said as he looked to my mom and she beamed.
“That’s right.” She added, walking toward my father. “A lot of people focus on what’s bad or what OTHER people are doing. Do what feels right for YOU honey. Even some things that WE like… you might not be into. It’s okay.” She leaned in and kissed Daddy on the cheek and they both smiled. Chris putted in and we headed back toward the cart.
“There are countless kinds of people in this world, Robbie.” My dad started, “There are ‘masters’… there are ‘sluts’…” and with this he slapped my mother’s ass so hard it echoed throughout the valley. She whimpered, her face blushing a bit but then smiled brightly. “There are prudes and there are libertines… It’s up to you. YOU choose what YOU want to be. We just want to show you what OUR beliefs are and you can take what you will.”
“What are WE, Daddy?” I asked timidly.
“Well there is no title for me… Often I enjoy being the master, but occasionally I like to serve. Your br other is a master, through and through.” He smiled at Chris who returned the smile. “…and your mother? Your mother is a slut and the best slut in the world.” He smiled, half laughing and my mom beamed back at him. She made no attempt to correct him what so ever.
“..and what’s a… a ‘slut’?” I asked.
“A slut is someone who LOVES cock. They will do just about ANYthing to get it. They want it inside of them, they want it allover them and they will do ANYthing no matter how humiliating to get it.” He took a drink of his beer as he finished the statement, looking and smiling at my mom. I sat confused a bit. It was hard to picture my own mother as Daddy had described. “Mommy loves daddy’s dick so much, she’ll do ANYthing I say…” he looked at me and as if sensing my slight disbelief he looked toward my mom. “Kat… you’re a d og… from here to the next hole. You’ll crawl in front of us to seventh green.”
I really thought my Dad was joking here but without hesitation mommy dropped to all fours, her knees in the wet grass and crawled up to daddy’s feet.
“Narf, Narf!” She barked and kissed his bare feet. She then started crawling on hand and knee toward the next hole, her knees getting muddy. The three of us laughed hard as we watched her crawling off and then hopped in the cart to follow behind her. Daddy pulled me against his lap as we drove and I felt his dick, hard and straight between my little buttcheeks.
She kept going after the tee box and I stopped the cart and looked backed to Dad. “It’s okay.” He said. “Just keep following her, we’re not gonna play on this hole.” So I kept following her slowly, watching her big ass sway from side to side as she crawled and barked when daddy asked her if she was a good dog or not.
I noticed a goopy, sticky sound and looked over to see Chris stroking his dick. It was really hard and really wet. “I love what a slut mommy is.” He said. “She really is the best in the hole wuh…whu…world.” He said shaking and holding his breath. His hand halted and I noticed a river of clear fluid running down the shaft. We followed in the cart, a few feet behind her. When we eventually got to the seventh green she stopped and turned around, wagging her ass and her big tits swaying along with it.
“MMmmmm that’s a good doggy.” Daddy said while grabbing me under my armpits and lifting me to the side. He approached my mom and she kissed his feet then looked up. Daddy’s cock stood up inches from her face and she began to breathe heavy. “You wanna feel it… taste it… dontcha doggy?” Daddy asked.
“Narf! Narf!” Mommy barked out enthusiastically.
“Well you gotta find us a good place. Be a good doggy and hunt out a nice place so we can show our son just how much you love dick.” He said playfully, as if he were sincerely talking to a puppy.
“Narf!” She barked and started crawling full speed into the woods next to the green. I was starting to wonder if my mom had lost it. She ran right into some thick bush, naked and all but we followed. Daddy moved spider webs aside with his club and soon I saw where she was headed. It was an old brick building. It looked like one of the bombed villages in Daddy’s war movies, didn’t even have all the walls. Just three walls, a roof and a small excuse for a window facing the north. She crawled right up the hill and waited at the corner. “Narf! Narf!” She barked.
“Goooh hood girrrrrl!” Daddy said while running up to her. He pat her head and scratched her, running his fingers through her hair. “You keep being a good girl so we can show our son your lil bitch body, okay?” he said excited.
“Narfarf!” Mommy barked and she crawled into the building. Chris followed really closely behind, stroking his hard cock and daddy looked at me. He didn’t touch himself but his dick stood straight up, nearly touching his stomach.
“Well Bud? Ya wanna see what a slut’s body is like? Ya wanna see how it how it looks and what it’s good for?” Daddy asked me. His voice was still playful as if he were talking to a dog. He smiled and took a drink of his beer, some of it spilling clumsily down his front. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and looked into the rundown brick fort that mommy and Chris just entered before walking into it. All three of my fa mily had disappeared into the fort, leaving me naked and alone in the woods. I really didn’t have much of a choice but I was still eager to follow them. I walked up the hill, my little dick hard like I had to pee and I peered around the corner of the brick wall…
“Whatcha laughin at?” The question was sincere and Chris shrugged. “You looked just like him when YOU were his age. Anyway off with YOURS too.” As Daddy said this he got up from the seat of the cart and Mommy did the same. She lifted the seat to show an empty compartment and Daddy gestured for my shirt. I handed it to him and he gave it to Mommy who neatly folded it and placed it in the compartment. Daddy removed his own shirt and handed it to her. “Well, go on Bud…” He said and started undoing his belt.
I couldn’t believe he was serious but seeing my brother remove his sweatshirt, sweats etc rapidly washed my doubts away. I was still embarrassed though as I removed what was left of my clothes. My mom watched me as I took off each piece, smiling and folding it as I handed it to her. When I was through she was beaming and placed all my clothes in a neat pile on the cart. Chris and Dad managed to undress quicker than me so they were already completely naked and standing there outdoors, beer in hand when I finally approached them.
Daddy smile as he looked at me, as did Chris but HIS smile was cockier than anything else, no pun intended. Dad took a drink of his bear and closed the triangle between the three of us, grabbing his half-hard cock and flopping it about a bit. “Ya know what this is right?” he asked.
“A… A ‘penis’? I replied.
“Heh, that’s the proper term, yes. It’s also known as a dick, a cock… even a fuckstick!” When Daddy said this both I and my br other started bursting out in laughter. Our chuckles faded a bit and he picked up, still flapping his thing about. “It’s a very important thing, a cock… It’s our most important part.” My brother nodded as Daddy continued so I did the same. “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. Your br others dick looked just like yours when HE was your age, so did mine… C’mere.” He said while grabbing my br other at the waist and closing in on me a bit so that we all stood closer. Daddy’s cock, big and thick at about my chest level. Chris’ cock, much bigger than my own but not as big as Daddy’s a couple inches under that. He had hair but not much of it. Then mine, infinitely smaller a foot under theirs.
“Who makes the rules in our family?” My dad asked while looking down at me.
“You do, sir.” Was all I said in a serious tone.
“That’s right. And do you know why that is?” He asked.
“Cause you’re the father?” I asked sincerely.
“Well that is part of it but it’s also because of THIS.” He said, tugging and swaying his member about. “This is a MAN’s cock. You both have BOYs cocks and so you will follow my rules and listen to what I have to say. When you have a MAN’s cock you can make your own decisions and follow your own path but until then my word is law, got it?” Before he could hesitate long both my br other and I spouted out with a yes sir. Daddy squeezed his cock hard and I could see a dribble of fluid collecting on the tip as it hardened.
“Ho’kay! Now that we got THAT out of the way…” Daddy turned to head back to the golf cart and his hard cock slapped my shoulder slightly. It left a trail of the fluid and I saw mommy smile at me as I rubbed it in and smelled my fingers. I don’t even think Daddy noticed because he was throwing his empty can and heading to the back for a new one. He went and got his driver, bent over to tee his ball and started taking practice swings. “There are a lot of things you should know, Bud. And we would like to teach you ALL of it. But the thing is…” Daddy took a practice swing and I watched his balls sway between his legs. “Other people don’t think we should teach ya these things. So it’s important that everything be kept a secret, between us… as a fa mily.” He stepped up to his ball after looking at me over his shoulder.
“Okay.” I said and just then my br other appeared carrying a beer in one hand and touching my shoulder with his cold fingers with the other. He gestured with a shushing finger to his nose as Dad took went into his backswing, and followed through with a straight shot.
“This’s really important, Bud. From here on out you can ask us about ANYthing.” He grunted with emphasis as he bent down to pick up his tee. “Your br other, your mother, me… you can ask us ANY question and I promise that you will never get in trouble for asking. ANYthing you want to know about. But it can only be us… A word we use is ‘Taboo’. If we say a subject is ‘Taboo’ then that means you can’t talk about it with ANYone else. No best friends, no girlfriends, Nobody! Got it?”
“Yes sir.” I replied immediately and he did not look impressed. I went further to say, “It’s like when Chris was going out with Stephanie. He thought he loved her and shed be his wife but they broke up. If he told her stuff then she’d tell her friends…” With this my Dad’s face lit up and he looked at my mom who was also smiling.
“Exactly, Bud.” Best friends and girlfriends will change over the years but your br other will ALWAYS be your br other. Your mother will ALWAYS be your mother. And I of course will ALWAYS be your father. If something were told to someone OUTside the fa mily it could mean that we could NEVER be together again. ANY of us. It’s very important…” he said again with very serious emphasis.
“I understand, sir.” I said. I searched for more meaningful words but both of them seemed content with the statement. My brother had just taken his shot when Mom stepped up to tee. As she bent over I noticed she was NAKED too! I never noticed her undressing but there she stood, pale and exposed. I stood dumbfounded, watching her swing and when I turned back to the cart I was annoyed to see Daddy sitting in the driver’s seat. I was the driver! Mommy sat next to him and Chris clung onto the side.
“Hey!” I said, clearly worried my duties had been revoked.
“C’mere Bud” was all Daddy sad as he spread his legs to make room. As I settled in between them it occurred to me that this was actually much better. Driving while trying to sit was hard due to my height and this made it much easier being able to stand while pressing the gas and holding the wheel. The cart started and I made a beeline to the next closest ball. Mommy got out and grabbed a club and Daddy ran his fingers down my back as we watched her swing. I leaned back against him and felt his trapped cock pressing against my back. He got out when we got to his ball and continued, “So no matter WHAT… even if you’re mad at one of us, or ALL of us, you NEVER tell anyone else about the ‘Taboo’ things that happen… doesn’t matter if it’s one of your friends, one of their parents, a teacher, a policeman… NOBODY.” He swung and followed through then looked at me. I met his gaze with a nod. “…but ANYthing you want to know… want to try… are just curious about… you let us know, and we will answer your questions best as we can…” he hesitated then added as if he had forgot, “And you will NEVER get in trouble for a question. No matter what. If you don’t feel comfortable asking me ask your mom, if not her, your br other. We can ALL talk about ANYthing.” He settled back behind me.
“I understand sir.” I said looking over my shoulder and he peered into my eyes intensely. I broke the contact and started driving to the next ball. The conversation went on like that, giving examples of situations that I would not be allowed to speak of the Taboo. Each of the three added their own input on fa mily and how it never changes as they putted in and we drove to the next tee, the sixth hole.
Daddy lit up another of his green cigarettes and they each grabbed a beer. We heard people talking aloud as if they were yards apart from the distance but we were separated by a thick patch of trees. Nobody else was fazed except for me. They passed around the smoke and smile to one another, Mommy constantly looking from my br other to me. Daddy continued on as Mommy stepped up to swing, “If there is ever anything you want to try Bud… It’s okay to ask. We will ask you to try some things you might not think that you’d like. All we ask is that you give it a try and tell us how you feel about it. If you never want to do it again that is always an option by using your independent word…” he hesitated and I almost started to ask before he continued, “Your ‘independent word’ is your name. You are your own person Robbie and you always will be. If at any point anything is going on that you don’t want to happen you say your name. If anything hurts you say your name. If something just feels wrong you say your name. Ya got it?”
“Does… Does sex hurt?” I asked. This was a sincere question ever since the moaning I heard while watching the act. I often wondered if they liked it or not. Was sex something that was had and enjoyed by one person and given to the other?
“It CAN, Bud but not if you’re doing it right.” Daddy said with a chuckle, mommy laughed too and Chris smiled. “Sometimes the hurt can be good, and some people are into that. But you should never be forced to do something you don’t WANT to do.” He said and everyone nodded with approval so I followed in turn. “Some people actually LIKE to be hurt and it can be fun for them. But if it’s ever not fun for YOU, then you say your name…”
I drove toward the green where there balls laid and Daddy ran his fingers down my back again and over my little asscheeks. I swerved a bit while distracted and he laughed. “So if at any point… anyone is doing anything you don’t want to do…” I felt his cock slap against the middle of my back. “What do you do?”
“I say my…” I started, “Do I say ‘Robbie’ or ‘Robert’?” I asked sincerely.
“Either will do Bud.” I felt him slap it several times and felt a bit of wetness as well. He smeared it in with the tip and I continued to drive. I looked over to see mommy looking towards him, smiling and spreading her legs slightly. Her large bush still kept me from seeing much of anything down there and I pulled up next to the green. Daddy continued on as he putted in, “There are a LOT of things SOME people are into. You’ll hear other people call them nasty or bad. You’ll never know until you try. Some things that seem nasty and dirty are a lot of fun, some things are just gross. Until you try you, you really have no right saying either way. Other people say so without trying but they’re judgmental and that is NOT how WE are. If we don’t like something, we simply don’t have to do it. There is no sense in judging people, Robbie. Or doing ANY negative for that matter. If you’ve got nothing good to say then shut the fuck up.” He said as he looked to my mom and she beamed.
“That’s right.” She added, walking toward my father. “A lot of people focus on what’s bad or what OTHER people are doing. Do what feels right for YOU honey. Even some things that WE like… you might not be into. It’s okay.” She leaned in and kissed Daddy on the cheek and they both smiled. Chris putted in and we headed back toward the cart.
“There are countless kinds of people in this world, Robbie.” My dad started, “There are ‘masters’… there are ‘sluts’…” and with this he slapped my mother’s ass so hard it echoed throughout the valley. She whimpered, her face blushing a bit but then smiled brightly. “There are prudes and there are libertines… It’s up to you. YOU choose what YOU want to be. We just want to show you what OUR beliefs are and you can take what you will.”
“What are WE, Daddy?” I asked timidly.
“Well there is no title for me… Often I enjoy being the master, but occasionally I like to serve. Your br other is a master, through and through.” He smiled at Chris who returned the smile. “…and your mother? Your mother is a slut and the best slut in the world.” He smiled, half laughing and my mom beamed back at him. She made no attempt to correct him what so ever.
“..and what’s a… a ‘slut’?” I asked.
“A slut is someone who LOVES cock. They will do just about ANYthing to get it. They want it inside of them, they want it allover them and they will do ANYthing no matter how humiliating to get it.” He took a drink of his beer as he finished the statement, looking and smiling at my mom. I sat confused a bit. It was hard to picture my own mother as Daddy had described. “Mommy loves daddy’s dick so much, she’ll do ANYthing I say…” he looked at me and as if sensing my slight disbelief he looked toward my mom. “Kat… you’re a d og… from here to the next hole. You’ll crawl in front of us to seventh green.”
I really thought my Dad was joking here but without hesitation mommy dropped to all fours, her knees in the wet grass and crawled up to daddy’s feet.
“Narf, Narf!” She barked and kissed his bare feet. She then started crawling on hand and knee toward the next hole, her knees getting muddy. The three of us laughed hard as we watched her crawling off and then hopped in the cart to follow behind her. Daddy pulled me against his lap as we drove and I felt his dick, hard and straight between my little buttcheeks.
She kept going after the tee box and I stopped the cart and looked backed to Dad. “It’s okay.” He said. “Just keep following her, we’re not gonna play on this hole.” So I kept following her slowly, watching her big ass sway from side to side as she crawled and barked when daddy asked her if she was a good dog or not.
I noticed a goopy, sticky sound and looked over to see Chris stroking his dick. It was really hard and really wet. “I love what a slut mommy is.” He said. “She really is the best in the hole wuh…whu…world.” He said shaking and holding his breath. His hand halted and I noticed a river of clear fluid running down the shaft. We followed in the cart, a few feet behind her. When we eventually got to the seventh green she stopped and turned around, wagging her ass and her big tits swaying along with it.
“MMmmmm that’s a good doggy.” Daddy said while grabbing me under my armpits and lifting me to the side. He approached my mom and she kissed his feet then looked up. Daddy’s cock stood up inches from her face and she began to breathe heavy. “You wanna feel it… taste it… dontcha doggy?” Daddy asked.
“Narf! Narf!” Mommy barked out enthusiastically.
“Well you gotta find us a good place. Be a good doggy and hunt out a nice place so we can show our son just how much you love dick.” He said playfully, as if he were sincerely talking to a puppy.
“Narf!” She barked and started crawling full speed into the woods next to the green. I was starting to wonder if my mom had lost it. She ran right into some thick bush, naked and all but we followed. Daddy moved spider webs aside with his club and soon I saw where she was headed. It was an old brick building. It looked like one of the bombed villages in Daddy’s war movies, didn’t even have all the walls. Just three walls, a roof and a small excuse for a window facing the north. She crawled right up the hill and waited at the corner. “Narf! Narf!” She barked.
“Goooh hood girrrrrl!” Daddy said while running up to her. He pat her head and scratched her, running his fingers through her hair. “You keep being a good girl so we can show our son your lil bitch body, okay?” he said excited.
“Narfarf!” Mommy barked and she crawled into the building. Chris followed really closely behind, stroking his hard cock and daddy looked at me. He didn’t touch himself but his dick stood straight up, nearly touching his stomach.
“Well Bud? Ya wanna see what a slut’s body is like? Ya wanna see how it how it looks and what it’s good for?” Daddy asked me. His voice was still playful as if he were talking to a dog. He smiled and took a drink of his beer, some of it spilling clumsily down his front. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and looked into the rundown brick fort that mommy and Chris just entered before walking into it. All three of my fa mily had disappeared into the fort, leaving me naked and alone in the woods. I really didn’t have much of a choice but I was still eager to follow them. I walked up the hill, my little dick hard like I had to pee and I peered around the corner of the brick wall…
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