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My Mother Made Me Her Sex Slave
By billy69boy
I was floating on Cloud 9, in anticipation of marrying the girl of my dreams in less than a week's time. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, so I was curious as to why Sue, my fiancée, wanted to meet up with me after work, and on a Tuesday night, no less. I walked into the bar and found her sitting at a corner table, with a half-finished drink in front of her. I could detect a sense of nervousness and dread when she looked up and acknowledged my presence.
"Hi, Honey, what's wrong?" I asked, as she dropped her eyes and stared at her glass. I got the waiter's attention as I sat down across from her, and ordered a beer.
"I have something I have to tell you," she started out weakly. "I've been putting it off, but it can't wait any longer."
"Tell me what it is, sweetheart, you know I'm here for you," I assured her. She squirmed around nervously in her seat, as she struggled to find the right words.
"Well, my parents, actually my mother, are making me…er, insisting that I tell you something before we get married, because they think it is only right that you know now, and not find out later," she explained cryptically. "If it were up to me, I would never tell you…" her voice trailed off.
By now, my curiosity was skyrocketing, but I tried not to spook her.
"Well, go ahead then," I said softly. She hesitated for several seconds more, and then she shrugged and looked me right in the eye.
"I might as well just say it right out then: I am my parents' sex slave," she blurted out. I'm sure the look on my face was one of confusion and disbelief. "Yes, Dave it's true. I never would have told you if it was up to me, believe me, but they are adamant about me telling you," she explained.
I was completely dumbfounded and slack-jawed. All I could muster up in the way of a response was:
"What??"
"Oh, Dave, it's a long story, and it all started a very long time ago. I don't want you to worry about it...it's really not that big a deal…"
"WHAT??" I repeated.
"WHAT 'what', Dave? What in the hell do you mean by 'What'??" she shot back, her nerves obviously frayed.
I knew I had to think of something intelligent to say, but my mind raced with a million questions. I took a deep breath, and began my interrogation.
"How long had this been going on before it stopped?" I asked.
"Oh, it never stopped. It's still going on, Dave," she half-whispered. Again, I was lost. "Dave, remember how I always go over to visit my parents on Wednesday nights? For 'Movie Night'?" I nodded silently. "And I keep inviting you, but you never want to go with me?" I nodded again. She waited a bit for it to sink into my oblivious mind.
"You mean?" I asked. This time it was Sue who nodded. "So, you're telling me that all this time you've been going over to your parents' house on Wednesday nights to…to have sex with them?"
"Well, no…okay, yes there is sex, but it's more like punishment, and not so much like pleasure," she explained vaguely. I was getting more and more outraged by the minute, and I still wasn't sure what was actually going on.
"Well why don't you just stop? Stop going over there?" I suggested rather angrily. Sue stared into her glass, as she shook her head back and forth.
"No, I can't…it's complicated," she answered, "I can't just stop…it's all I've ever known." She winced, like someone had just punched her.
"Well, please tell me why your parents are insisting that you come clean before we get married?" I challenged.
"They want you to know that they have no intention of stopping, even after we get married, and they also want you to know that…" again, she hesitated, "they expect you to join in; well, not my dad so much, but my mother is firm about it."
"JOIN IN?? JOIN IN?? How about if I call the cops right now?" I threatened, whipping my cell phone out of my pocket. She wrapped her hand around mine, and lowered my phone down to the table.
"No, Dave, don't do that, please. Don't be so upset. This is just something that we…do!" she pleaded unconvincingly. I took a deep breath.
"What am I supposed to do then?" I asked her, resigned to my fate, whatever it might be.
"Tomorrow is Wednesday: come with me to my parents' house…you can just watch if you want…ask questions if you have some. You might surprise yourself," she suggested.
As I sat there, still not believing what I was hearing. My rage subsided some, and I found myself being rather intrigued by the scenario. I decided it might be helpful to get some more information, if I was going to agree to accompany her to 'Movie Night' at her parents.
"Okay, if I do decide to go with you, I'd like to know a little background information first, so at least I have some idea what to expect," I explained.
"What do you want to know? You can ask me anything," she offered bravely.
"Okay, so how and when did this all start?"
"It was very early in my life, or so I've been told, but I don't remember much before I was already going to school. Maybe sometime I'll tell you what I've heard about my younger years, but it's not important right now.
"My mother is a wonderful person, a great mom, and full of love. But she also has a controlling, sinister side that is very sexual in nature. Daddy is a hard worker, a good provider and a fine gentleman, and I have no doubt he thinks the world of me. As you know, I am an only c***d, and I am his moon and stars, much to the dismay of my mom at times. Daddy has always been a long distance truck driver who is away for days at a time. His schedule for the past several years has had him home every Wednesday.
"My parents love each other, but there's no question who wears the pants in the family: daddy pretty much does whatever my mom tells him to do. She can be very demanding and intimidating when she wants to be."
Wow, I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my fiancé, and I raised my hand at the waiter, as I drained my beer glass.
"My first recollections were of the spankings. We would be sitting around the dinner table, and I would hear my mother tell daddy how I had sassed her, or disobeyed her in some way, while he was away at work. She would suggest that he take me to my room after dinner and give me a most well-deserved spanking. She'd make up stuff right in front of me, and she'd glare at me to keep me from protesting. He would nod gravely, and get me to help him clear the table and wash the dishes after we were finished eating. Meanwhile, my mom would take her glass and her bottle of wine into the living room, and sit in her favorite chair, which was up against the wall that separated my bedroom from the living room.
"After we finished in the kitchen, daddy would take me by the hand, and silently lead me into my bedroom. We walked past my mom, who sipped her wine, and ignored us as we passed by. The first time, daddy just had me bend over my bed, and he spanked me through my clothes several times with his hand. I cried out and whimpered, mainly because my ego was bruised, not due to any real physical pain. But when he left me in my room to change into my pajamas, I heard mother berating him in the living room, her voice raised in disapproval. A few minutes later, father came back in and closed the door behind him. He told me to take off my pajamas and lie down across his lap.
"I knew what he was told to do, and I actually felt a bit sorry for him, until his raised hand came down on my bare butt with a slap that stung me to the core. I yelped out loud in pain and surprise, and kept yelling with each new swat on my ass. He slapped me across my face and told me to quit yelling, but I had a feeling he wanted me to scream even louder, to appease my mom sitting in the other room, smiling smugly into her wine glass."
I was mesmerized by Sue's story, and couldn't think of any reason to interrupt her, or ask questions. I just nodded, and motioned for her to continue, as I sucked my beer down.
"Daddy spanked my ass some more and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it until my head was up off the bed. He then slapped my cheeks back and forth with his other hand, until I was squealing and crying real tears. His voice rose loud enough so mother could hear him: 'How dare you disobey your mother', and blah, blah, blah. I knew his act was all about mom, but the pain he inflicted on me was real.
"I also noticed that his erect penis was sticking into my stomach, as I lay across his lap. The first couple of sessions of these spankings were pretty much straightforward, and non-sexual. But, increasingly, I noticed that my dad was getting more and more aroused with our play acting sessions for my mom's illicit benefit.
"It didn't take him long to streamline our encounters: now, after cleaning up the kitchen together, and making sure momma had her wine and her favorite chair, he would walk me into my room, sit on the edge of my bed, and tell me to take off all my clothes. As he watched me strip naked for him, he would unbuckle his belt and pull it out of his belt loops, and fold it in half. He would motion for me to stand in front of him, and turn around. I remember already feeling damp between my legs in anticipation."
OMG, I thought to myself, trying to hide my reaction, and my pulsating cock, from Sue. I felt guilty about it, but there was no denying her story was turning me on, even if I was embarrassed by my reaction to her obvious Abuse at the hands of her father.
"He would start by whipping my exposed ass cheeks from his sitting position. He would remind me to yell out loudly, and if my efforts weren't sincere enough, he would whip me harder until my cries were realistic. While still sitting, he would whack the backs of my legs, my back, and my arms with his belt, making me shout out in protest. I couldn't help but picture my mom sitting in the living room masturbating to all she heard, and for some reason, the image really turned me on.
"Daddy stood up and turned me around to face him. He told me to put my hands behind my neck, which I did. What little breasts I had back then jutted out, proud and vulnerable. I looked down and clearly saw his raging hard-on straining against his shorts. But, I didn't have time to dwell on it because, WHACK! His belt delivered a stinging blow to one tit, then the other. I screamed loudly, much to my mother's delight, I'm sure.
"He proceeded to whip me on my stomach, my outer thighs, and the front of my legs. His other hand squeezed his cock through the fabric of his shorts. He told me to spread my legs wide, as he focused on my still hairless crotch, almost drooling with lust. He told me to keep my hands where they were, and then he landed his folded up belt squarely on my pussy, with an expertly placed uppercut. I let out a blood curdling yell that probably sent my mother to Climax Land. Dad must have got off on it too, because he followed with a series of sharp blows to my exposed vagina, and I rewarded him with many yelps of anguish.
"Finally, he dropped the belt onto my bed, and embraced me. He kissed me full on the lips, and then he slapped my face several times, causing me to yell out. He smiled and nodded his approval. His one hand found my wet pussy, and he caressed it lovingly, and he worked my clit with one finger as I swooned and cooed with delight. His face became all contorted, and he proceeded to slap my tender cunt with his bare hand until I screamed out again, causing him to smile and back off."
Wow! I hated to admit it, but listening to Sue's story made my own cock stir and tingle even more. I felt guilty for getting turned on, but it just kind of happened. I tried to ignore my own lust and just concentrate on Sue's story.
"From then on, he apparently became obsessed with finger fucking my tight virginal cunt. His eyes would glow like some kind of demon, as he explored my intimate regions with his hands. Every once in a while, for mother's sake, he would do something painful that would make me react loudly. But, I could tell he was developing his own wanton desires for me.
"Without warning, he put his hands on my slender shoulders, and pushed me down to my knees. He ripped his shorts off, and presented his rigid cock to my face. He reached down and repositioned my hands behind my neck, and with his finger in my face, warned me not to move them. He was eager to put his engorged member into my mouth, but first he slapped my face again a few times until I let out my obligatory screams."
"Oh, do I have to make you stop your screaming?" daddy yelled out loud, "Here!" With that loud declaration, he fed his cock into my mouth, making sure my muffled cries were audible in the other room, by pinching both of my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
"I could just picture my mother squirming around in her chair, as she listened to what was happening in my bedroom. I choked and gagged on my father's eager cock, which I'm sure my mother loved hearing, but he didn't stop fucking my mouth until his cum was jetting furiously and hitting the back of my throat. I was shocked and confused: I didn't know what was happening, and I let the sticky, salty liquid run out of my mouth and down onto my chest."
I was completely mesmerized by my fiancée's story. I couldn't believe I had never suspected anything like this. It was completely unreal to me. Sure, Sue and I hadn't spent a whole lot of time with her parents during our courtship, but when we had dinner together or there was a holiday or a birthday to celebrate, we all had a good time. Her dad was always polite and accepting of me as his future son-in-law, and her mom seemed like she was fun-loving and warm, and she also flirted with me a bit. I had a hard time believing they were the same people that their daughter was describing to me now. My cock was bursting against my pants, and I slid my hand under the table to just try to squeeze it into submission.
Sue continued: "After that, every "punishment" session included daddy's cock fucking my mouth with him pumping his cum down my throat. I got better at it as time went on, and after a few more sessions, I could take his whole load down my throat without gagging or choking.
"After he started each session warming my body up with his belt, he would finger my pussy and my ass a lot, and he made me lick his fingers clean all the time. But he never tried to fuck me back then. I think he was freaked out by me being a virgin and all, and maybe he had a guilty conscience, I don't know. But my mother took note, and apparently she longed for him to fuck all my holes. So, after a time of her listening to the same routine with me and my father, she decided to finally get up off her chair in the living room, and get involved with me more directly.
"She started accusing me of stupid things that weren't true at all. I knew they were just ploys she contrived so she had some lame excuse to punish me. We both knew that daddy was away for three days or more, so she had plenty of time to have her way with me. By now, I was resigned to my fate, plus I was curious to see what mommy had in mind for me. I was aware enough by then to know that mother was in charge of this whole ongoing scenario, and I admit I was a bit turned on as I anticipated her next moves.
"She told me to go to my room when the dishes were done. She waited for me in the living room with her beloved wine. God knows what was going on in her mind as I did my kitchen chores. But when I announced that I was done, and turned toward my room, she quickly followed me inside. Like I had heard so many times before from my father, she told me to undress, as she snapped father's black belt across her own hand. I knew what was to come next, and she didn't disappoint.
"Mommy beat my entire body red with a vigor I didn't know she possessed. She particularly delighted in whipping my budding tits and hairless pussy. Wow, did that sting! Holding my legs open and anticipating the snap of that belt on my vulnerable pussy lips was almost more than I could bear. But I took it because it also made my whole body tingle in a most sexual way. There was just something erotic about knowing my mother was whipping my tender pussy with all her might, and that we were both getting off on it at the same time. Cumming together like we did caused some kind of odd bonding between us, and we still share that feeling today. Mama is such a kinky, sadistic, extremely sexual pervert that I couldn't help but get caught up in her world of depravity."
All of a sudden, I began to fear for my own ass as I thought about going over to her parents' house the next night. Did I already agree to go? Could I still back out? These are the questions I had on my mind, as Sue continued:
"After she finally put the belt down, she stood up over me, grabbed me by my hair, and slapped my face several times. When I cried out, she moved down and slapped my little titties back and forth. 'Your father wants to fuck you, and I'm going to show you how to get ready for him,' she announced. I didn't know what she meant, but she continued: 'Girls who are virgins need to have their hymen broken so their cunts can take a cock,' she explained rather crudely. I was still clueless. But she looked me in the eye while still holding onto my hair: 'I am going to take your virginity so your father can fuck you when he gets home,' she declared. She walked me backwards over to my bed, and pushed me down onto my back.
"She told me to pull my legs back and hold them there, as she emptied the rest of her wine into her glass and took a long drink. She put the glass on my nightstand, and approached. 'This might hurt a little at first, but you'll get over it,' she stated cryptically. I still had no clue, until I felt her fingers probing my wet vagina rather roughly. 'Now hold still,' she commanded, as she positioned her wine bottle between my labia. And then wham! She plunged the neck of the bottle deep into my love canal, destroying my hymen, and sending me through the roof in pain!"
Christ, I couldn't believe the crudity of her mother's actions, but I was also aware that I was about to explode in my pants after listening to everything Sue was telling me. I noticed she had one hand under the table between her own legs as she related her story to me.
"After that night, mom would m***** me every night that my dad was out on the road. She was very creative, and came up with new and different ways of causing me pain as well as sheer ecstasy. I was her slave, and I was completely confident in her abilities to keep me under her substantial powers. She loved to fuck me with her strap-on, both in my pussy and my ass…I loved it too. She also enjoyed sitting on my face and making me pleasure her cunt and ass hole with my mouth and tongue. I was happy to have the opportunity to please her in any way she demanded. I still feel that way. That's why I don't want to stop. Mommy and daddy have given me so much.
"The funny thing is, for all the years that we have been doing this; we never bring it up outside of that time between dinner and bedtime. In the mornings, it is as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened the night before. The three of us seem to have a pact of silence about our lusty nights, and it doesn't carry over to our daily lives."
This story just got more and more incredible to me. I was dumbfounded and I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. I had to agree with Sue: it was complicated.
"When daddy came home, and found out that his daughter was ready to take his cock in her virginal cunt, he was so delighted, he whipped me extra hard that first night, and then he fucked my eager pussy but good. Only at this session, momma sat on a chair in my bedroom, and played with her own pussy furiously while she watched."
By now, my mind was spinning out of control. This may have been the most sexually depraved story I had ever heard, and it came from my wife-to-be. Holy shit, I thought, what was I getting myself into? Would I dare go over to her parents' place for "Wednesday Night Movie Night?" I was in a state of shock. But I was also turned on more than I had ever been in my whole life.
"So, what do you think, honey?" Sue asked me, her head cocked, "do you understand now why I can never stop? Will you come with me tomorrow night?"
At first, I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know what to say to her. Part of me wanted to kill her parents outright, but another part of me was undoubtedly turned on by the whole scenario that Sue described to me. I was shocked, yet so titillated that I finally smiled and nodded my approval:
"I'll be there!" I announced.
This story was written in collaboration with nuunxx.
By billy69boy
I was floating on Cloud 9, in anticipation of marrying the girl of my dreams in less than a week's time. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, so I was curious as to why Sue, my fiancée, wanted to meet up with me after work, and on a Tuesday night, no less. I walked into the bar and found her sitting at a corner table, with a half-finished drink in front of her. I could detect a sense of nervousness and dread when she looked up and acknowledged my presence.
"Hi, Honey, what's wrong?" I asked, as she dropped her eyes and stared at her glass. I got the waiter's attention as I sat down across from her, and ordered a beer.
"I have something I have to tell you," she started out weakly. "I've been putting it off, but it can't wait any longer."
"Tell me what it is, sweetheart, you know I'm here for you," I assured her. She squirmed around nervously in her seat, as she struggled to find the right words.
"Well, my parents, actually my mother, are making me…er, insisting that I tell you something before we get married, because they think it is only right that you know now, and not find out later," she explained cryptically. "If it were up to me, I would never tell you…" her voice trailed off.
By now, my curiosity was skyrocketing, but I tried not to spook her.
"Well, go ahead then," I said softly. She hesitated for several seconds more, and then she shrugged and looked me right in the eye.
"I might as well just say it right out then: I am my parents' sex slave," she blurted out. I'm sure the look on my face was one of confusion and disbelief. "Yes, Dave it's true. I never would have told you if it was up to me, believe me, but they are adamant about me telling you," she explained.
I was completely dumbfounded and slack-jawed. All I could muster up in the way of a response was:
"What??"
"Oh, Dave, it's a long story, and it all started a very long time ago. I don't want you to worry about it...it's really not that big a deal…"
"WHAT??" I repeated.
"WHAT 'what', Dave? What in the hell do you mean by 'What'??" she shot back, her nerves obviously frayed.
I knew I had to think of something intelligent to say, but my mind raced with a million questions. I took a deep breath, and began my interrogation.
"How long had this been going on before it stopped?" I asked.
"Oh, it never stopped. It's still going on, Dave," she half-whispered. Again, I was lost. "Dave, remember how I always go over to visit my parents on Wednesday nights? For 'Movie Night'?" I nodded silently. "And I keep inviting you, but you never want to go with me?" I nodded again. She waited a bit for it to sink into my oblivious mind.
"You mean?" I asked. This time it was Sue who nodded. "So, you're telling me that all this time you've been going over to your parents' house on Wednesday nights to…to have sex with them?"
"Well, no…okay, yes there is sex, but it's more like punishment, and not so much like pleasure," she explained vaguely. I was getting more and more outraged by the minute, and I still wasn't sure what was actually going on.
"Well why don't you just stop? Stop going over there?" I suggested rather angrily. Sue stared into her glass, as she shook her head back and forth.
"No, I can't…it's complicated," she answered, "I can't just stop…it's all I've ever known." She winced, like someone had just punched her.
"Well, please tell me why your parents are insisting that you come clean before we get married?" I challenged.
"They want you to know that they have no intention of stopping, even after we get married, and they also want you to know that…" again, she hesitated, "they expect you to join in; well, not my dad so much, but my mother is firm about it."
"JOIN IN?? JOIN IN?? How about if I call the cops right now?" I threatened, whipping my cell phone out of my pocket. She wrapped her hand around mine, and lowered my phone down to the table.
"No, Dave, don't do that, please. Don't be so upset. This is just something that we…do!" she pleaded unconvincingly. I took a deep breath.
"What am I supposed to do then?" I asked her, resigned to my fate, whatever it might be.
"Tomorrow is Wednesday: come with me to my parents' house…you can just watch if you want…ask questions if you have some. You might surprise yourself," she suggested.
As I sat there, still not believing what I was hearing. My rage subsided some, and I found myself being rather intrigued by the scenario. I decided it might be helpful to get some more information, if I was going to agree to accompany her to 'Movie Night' at her parents.
"Okay, if I do decide to go with you, I'd like to know a little background information first, so at least I have some idea what to expect," I explained.
"What do you want to know? You can ask me anything," she offered bravely.
"Okay, so how and when did this all start?"
"It was very early in my life, or so I've been told, but I don't remember much before I was already going to school. Maybe sometime I'll tell you what I've heard about my younger years, but it's not important right now.
"My mother is a wonderful person, a great mom, and full of love. But she also has a controlling, sinister side that is very sexual in nature. Daddy is a hard worker, a good provider and a fine gentleman, and I have no doubt he thinks the world of me. As you know, I am an only c***d, and I am his moon and stars, much to the dismay of my mom at times. Daddy has always been a long distance truck driver who is away for days at a time. His schedule for the past several years has had him home every Wednesday.
"My parents love each other, but there's no question who wears the pants in the family: daddy pretty much does whatever my mom tells him to do. She can be very demanding and intimidating when she wants to be."
Wow, I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my fiancé, and I raised my hand at the waiter, as I drained my beer glass.
"My first recollections were of the spankings. We would be sitting around the dinner table, and I would hear my mother tell daddy how I had sassed her, or disobeyed her in some way, while he was away at work. She would suggest that he take me to my room after dinner and give me a most well-deserved spanking. She'd make up stuff right in front of me, and she'd glare at me to keep me from protesting. He would nod gravely, and get me to help him clear the table and wash the dishes after we were finished eating. Meanwhile, my mom would take her glass and her bottle of wine into the living room, and sit in her favorite chair, which was up against the wall that separated my bedroom from the living room.
"After we finished in the kitchen, daddy would take me by the hand, and silently lead me into my bedroom. We walked past my mom, who sipped her wine, and ignored us as we passed by. The first time, daddy just had me bend over my bed, and he spanked me through my clothes several times with his hand. I cried out and whimpered, mainly because my ego was bruised, not due to any real physical pain. But when he left me in my room to change into my pajamas, I heard mother berating him in the living room, her voice raised in disapproval. A few minutes later, father came back in and closed the door behind him. He told me to take off my pajamas and lie down across his lap.
"I knew what he was told to do, and I actually felt a bit sorry for him, until his raised hand came down on my bare butt with a slap that stung me to the core. I yelped out loud in pain and surprise, and kept yelling with each new swat on my ass. He slapped me across my face and told me to quit yelling, but I had a feeling he wanted me to scream even louder, to appease my mom sitting in the other room, smiling smugly into her wine glass."
I was mesmerized by Sue's story, and couldn't think of any reason to interrupt her, or ask questions. I just nodded, and motioned for her to continue, as I sucked my beer down.
"Daddy spanked my ass some more and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it until my head was up off the bed. He then slapped my cheeks back and forth with his other hand, until I was squealing and crying real tears. His voice rose loud enough so mother could hear him: 'How dare you disobey your mother', and blah, blah, blah. I knew his act was all about mom, but the pain he inflicted on me was real.
"I also noticed that his erect penis was sticking into my stomach, as I lay across his lap. The first couple of sessions of these spankings were pretty much straightforward, and non-sexual. But, increasingly, I noticed that my dad was getting more and more aroused with our play acting sessions for my mom's illicit benefit.
"It didn't take him long to streamline our encounters: now, after cleaning up the kitchen together, and making sure momma had her wine and her favorite chair, he would walk me into my room, sit on the edge of my bed, and tell me to take off all my clothes. As he watched me strip naked for him, he would unbuckle his belt and pull it out of his belt loops, and fold it in half. He would motion for me to stand in front of him, and turn around. I remember already feeling damp between my legs in anticipation."
OMG, I thought to myself, trying to hide my reaction, and my pulsating cock, from Sue. I felt guilty about it, but there was no denying her story was turning me on, even if I was embarrassed by my reaction to her obvious Abuse at the hands of her father.
"He would start by whipping my exposed ass cheeks from his sitting position. He would remind me to yell out loudly, and if my efforts weren't sincere enough, he would whip me harder until my cries were realistic. While still sitting, he would whack the backs of my legs, my back, and my arms with his belt, making me shout out in protest. I couldn't help but picture my mom sitting in the living room masturbating to all she heard, and for some reason, the image really turned me on.
"Daddy stood up and turned me around to face him. He told me to put my hands behind my neck, which I did. What little breasts I had back then jutted out, proud and vulnerable. I looked down and clearly saw his raging hard-on straining against his shorts. But, I didn't have time to dwell on it because, WHACK! His belt delivered a stinging blow to one tit, then the other. I screamed loudly, much to my mother's delight, I'm sure.
"He proceeded to whip me on my stomach, my outer thighs, and the front of my legs. His other hand squeezed his cock through the fabric of his shorts. He told me to spread my legs wide, as he focused on my still hairless crotch, almost drooling with lust. He told me to keep my hands where they were, and then he landed his folded up belt squarely on my pussy, with an expertly placed uppercut. I let out a blood curdling yell that probably sent my mother to Climax Land. Dad must have got off on it too, because he followed with a series of sharp blows to my exposed vagina, and I rewarded him with many yelps of anguish.
"Finally, he dropped the belt onto my bed, and embraced me. He kissed me full on the lips, and then he slapped my face several times, causing me to yell out. He smiled and nodded his approval. His one hand found my wet pussy, and he caressed it lovingly, and he worked my clit with one finger as I swooned and cooed with delight. His face became all contorted, and he proceeded to slap my tender cunt with his bare hand until I screamed out again, causing him to smile and back off."
Wow! I hated to admit it, but listening to Sue's story made my own cock stir and tingle even more. I felt guilty for getting turned on, but it just kind of happened. I tried to ignore my own lust and just concentrate on Sue's story.
"From then on, he apparently became obsessed with finger fucking my tight virginal cunt. His eyes would glow like some kind of demon, as he explored my intimate regions with his hands. Every once in a while, for mother's sake, he would do something painful that would make me react loudly. But, I could tell he was developing his own wanton desires for me.
"Without warning, he put his hands on my slender shoulders, and pushed me down to my knees. He ripped his shorts off, and presented his rigid cock to my face. He reached down and repositioned my hands behind my neck, and with his finger in my face, warned me not to move them. He was eager to put his engorged member into my mouth, but first he slapped my face again a few times until I let out my obligatory screams."
"Oh, do I have to make you stop your screaming?" daddy yelled out loud, "Here!" With that loud declaration, he fed his cock into my mouth, making sure my muffled cries were audible in the other room, by pinching both of my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
"I could just picture my mother squirming around in her chair, as she listened to what was happening in my bedroom. I choked and gagged on my father's eager cock, which I'm sure my mother loved hearing, but he didn't stop fucking my mouth until his cum was jetting furiously and hitting the back of my throat. I was shocked and confused: I didn't know what was happening, and I let the sticky, salty liquid run out of my mouth and down onto my chest."
I was completely mesmerized by my fiancée's story. I couldn't believe I had never suspected anything like this. It was completely unreal to me. Sure, Sue and I hadn't spent a whole lot of time with her parents during our courtship, but when we had dinner together or there was a holiday or a birthday to celebrate, we all had a good time. Her dad was always polite and accepting of me as his future son-in-law, and her mom seemed like she was fun-loving and warm, and she also flirted with me a bit. I had a hard time believing they were the same people that their daughter was describing to me now. My cock was bursting against my pants, and I slid my hand under the table to just try to squeeze it into submission.
Sue continued: "After that, every "punishment" session included daddy's cock fucking my mouth with him pumping his cum down my throat. I got better at it as time went on, and after a few more sessions, I could take his whole load down my throat without gagging or choking.
"After he started each session warming my body up with his belt, he would finger my pussy and my ass a lot, and he made me lick his fingers clean all the time. But he never tried to fuck me back then. I think he was freaked out by me being a virgin and all, and maybe he had a guilty conscience, I don't know. But my mother took note, and apparently she longed for him to fuck all my holes. So, after a time of her listening to the same routine with me and my father, she decided to finally get up off her chair in the living room, and get involved with me more directly.
"She started accusing me of stupid things that weren't true at all. I knew they were just ploys she contrived so she had some lame excuse to punish me. We both knew that daddy was away for three days or more, so she had plenty of time to have her way with me. By now, I was resigned to my fate, plus I was curious to see what mommy had in mind for me. I was aware enough by then to know that mother was in charge of this whole ongoing scenario, and I admit I was a bit turned on as I anticipated her next moves.
"She told me to go to my room when the dishes were done. She waited for me in the living room with her beloved wine. God knows what was going on in her mind as I did my kitchen chores. But when I announced that I was done, and turned toward my room, she quickly followed me inside. Like I had heard so many times before from my father, she told me to undress, as she snapped father's black belt across her own hand. I knew what was to come next, and she didn't disappoint.
"Mommy beat my entire body red with a vigor I didn't know she possessed. She particularly delighted in whipping my budding tits and hairless pussy. Wow, did that sting! Holding my legs open and anticipating the snap of that belt on my vulnerable pussy lips was almost more than I could bear. But I took it because it also made my whole body tingle in a most sexual way. There was just something erotic about knowing my mother was whipping my tender pussy with all her might, and that we were both getting off on it at the same time. Cumming together like we did caused some kind of odd bonding between us, and we still share that feeling today. Mama is such a kinky, sadistic, extremely sexual pervert that I couldn't help but get caught up in her world of depravity."
All of a sudden, I began to fear for my own ass as I thought about going over to her parents' house the next night. Did I already agree to go? Could I still back out? These are the questions I had on my mind, as Sue continued:
"After she finally put the belt down, she stood up over me, grabbed me by my hair, and slapped my face several times. When I cried out, she moved down and slapped my little titties back and forth. 'Your father wants to fuck you, and I'm going to show you how to get ready for him,' she announced. I didn't know what she meant, but she continued: 'Girls who are virgins need to have their hymen broken so their cunts can take a cock,' she explained rather crudely. I was still clueless. But she looked me in the eye while still holding onto my hair: 'I am going to take your virginity so your father can fuck you when he gets home,' she declared. She walked me backwards over to my bed, and pushed me down onto my back.
"She told me to pull my legs back and hold them there, as she emptied the rest of her wine into her glass and took a long drink. She put the glass on my nightstand, and approached. 'This might hurt a little at first, but you'll get over it,' she stated cryptically. I still had no clue, until I felt her fingers probing my wet vagina rather roughly. 'Now hold still,' she commanded, as she positioned her wine bottle between my labia. And then wham! She plunged the neck of the bottle deep into my love canal, destroying my hymen, and sending me through the roof in pain!"
Christ, I couldn't believe the crudity of her mother's actions, but I was also aware that I was about to explode in my pants after listening to everything Sue was telling me. I noticed she had one hand under the table between her own legs as she related her story to me.
"After that night, mom would m***** me every night that my dad was out on the road. She was very creative, and came up with new and different ways of causing me pain as well as sheer ecstasy. I was her slave, and I was completely confident in her abilities to keep me under her substantial powers. She loved to fuck me with her strap-on, both in my pussy and my ass…I loved it too. She also enjoyed sitting on my face and making me pleasure her cunt and ass hole with my mouth and tongue. I was happy to have the opportunity to please her in any way she demanded. I still feel that way. That's why I don't want to stop. Mommy and daddy have given me so much.
"The funny thing is, for all the years that we have been doing this; we never bring it up outside of that time between dinner and bedtime. In the mornings, it is as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened the night before. The three of us seem to have a pact of silence about our lusty nights, and it doesn't carry over to our daily lives."
This story just got more and more incredible to me. I was dumbfounded and I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. I had to agree with Sue: it was complicated.
"When daddy came home, and found out that his daughter was ready to take his cock in her virginal cunt, he was so delighted, he whipped me extra hard that first night, and then he fucked my eager pussy but good. Only at this session, momma sat on a chair in my bedroom, and played with her own pussy furiously while she watched."
By now, my mind was spinning out of control. This may have been the most sexually depraved story I had ever heard, and it came from my wife-to-be. Holy shit, I thought, what was I getting myself into? Would I dare go over to her parents' place for "Wednesday Night Movie Night?" I was in a state of shock. But I was also turned on more than I had ever been in my whole life.
"So, what do you think, honey?" Sue asked me, her head cocked, "do you understand now why I can never stop? Will you come with me tomorrow night?"
At first, I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know what to say to her. Part of me wanted to kill her parents outright, but another part of me was undoubtedly turned on by the whole scenario that Sue described to me. I was shocked, yet so titillated that I finally smiled and nodded my approval:
"I'll be there!" I announced.
This story was written in collaboration with nuunxx.
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