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Late October 1985
Keeping secrets aren’t easy, especially the ones you want to tell everyone. Yeah, I wanted to tell the world that I was Kathy Kramer’s secret boyfriend. But if I did that she would tell everyone about my mom and me. At least I think she would.
You see Kathy enjoyed playing with my mom almost as much as she enjoyed playing with me. My mom would gleefully tell me that Kathy would skip school and come over. She would jerk me off and share every juicy detail of their carnal trysts while I was stuck in class.
And I would tell my mom of all the trouble Kathy and I got into. I told her about the time she blew me in the janitor’s closet, the time we fucked in the woods behind the school, and how she convinced me to skip school for the first time in my life to go to her house to have sex all day while her parents were at work.
Hearing about my exploits with Kathy really turned my mom on. Our daily after school bathing ritual began to evolve. What started as a handjob turned into a blowjob to eventually fucking on the bathroom floor.
My sex life was starting to consume my life. Things that used to matter like hanging out with my friends going to the movies, talking about comic books, and playing video games and Dungeons and Dragons no longer mattered. For the first time in my life I had to come up with excuses of why I couldn’t spend time with them.
In my mind lying to my friends was worth it. Between all the experiences with my mom and Kathy I was getting better at sex. My stamina was increasing, which meant I was lasting longer. I was also willing to try new things. I always thought eating ass would be disgusting, but Kathy really enjoyed when I did that to her. Whenever my tongue hit her brown eye she would let out a squeal of delight. And when I stuck my finger in there she instantly came. When I did that to my mom she enjoyed it, but not as much as Kathy. I realized that different women enjoyed different things. For example, my mom loved it when I pinched her nipples. Kathy loved it when I sucked her toes. She also enjoyed fucking my feet. Kathy loved it when I came in her. My mom loved watching me cum all over her. I enjoyed discovering all the things that got them off; it made sex more interesting and fun.
On Friday, October 25th I thought my unique sex education was coming to a grinding halt. As I was walking home from soccer practice my cock was already hard in anticipation of my after practice ritual with my mom. When I walked into my home my dick instantly went limp when I heard my father yelling at my mom. It had been nearly two and a half months since he left for his series of business trips. Normally I’d be happy to see him, but in my mind his I feared his return was going to ruin everything.
I walked into the living room where they were arguing and said, “Hi dad, welcome home.”
He just looked at me and said, “Go take a shower and clean yourself up. We have dinner reservations at 6.”
As I walked away from the kitchen I could hear my parents resume their argument. While I loved my dad I did not like him. I didn’t like the way he talked to my mom. I didn’t like that he didn’t seem too happy to see me. He just looked at me like I was a nuisance. And that made me feel pretty shitty.
As I took my shower my anger toward my father turned into hatred and jealousy. I hated that for as long as he was home he’d be the one fucking mom, and I wouldn’t. I hated that it would be his cock filling her pussy and not mine. I hated that he was putting my special relationship with mom on pause.
After my shower I got dressed. Since dad made the reservations that meant I had to wear a dress shirt, nice slacks, a tie and a sport coat. When I got downstairs my father looked at his watch and said, “If we don’t make our reservations it’s your fault.”
The car ride to The Red Fox in Bloomfield Hills was miserable. Nobody said a single word. My sister looked like she wanted to cry. When dad was gone we both wished he spent more time at home. When he was here we couldn’t wait for him to leave. It must’ve been worse for mom. I saw her attempt to put her hand on his leg, and promptly told her to move it because he considered it a distraction.
At the restaurant my father ordered for all of us. When we dined with him the only choice of what we were going to eat was his choice. While we waited for our food to arrive my father actually tried having a conversation with us.
He looked at my sister and asked, “How’s 8th grade?”
Beth rolled her eyes and said, “I’m in 9th grade dad.”
My mom said, “Remember you were at her middle school graduation.”
If my dad were a normal dad he would’ve made a dad joke about his memory. But my dad wasn’t normal he just gave my mom a look that sent chills down everyone’s spines as he said, “I only remember things that are important.”
My sister immediately started crying.
My dad looked at my mom and said in a stern matter of fact tone, “She’s embarrassing me. Go calm her down.”
My mom then stood-up; grabbed my sister’s hand and took her elsewhere.
I couldn’t believe my dad would talk to Beth like that. It’s as if he didn’t care about anyone other than himself. He just sat at the table looking smug while he sipped his wine. With mom and Beth gone he shifted his attention toward me.
“Are you still playing soccer?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I replied.
“When’s your next game?” he asked.
“Tuesday after school,” I replied.
“Are you a starter?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Have you any time on the pitch this season?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“It sounds like you spend hours upon hours practicing just so you can sit on the bench,” he said. “I think you should quit the team and do something you’re actually good at.”
“But I enjoy playing soccer,” I said.
“Well I enjoyed playing football,” he replied. “When I realized I was never going to make it I quit and moved onto something else.”
“Like being an asshole,” I said.
“What did you say?” he asked with an angry tone.
“You heard me,” I replied. “You had no right to tell Beth that her middle school graduation wasn’t important. You just ruined her weekend.”
I was expecting my dad to say something mean towards me. Instead he just smiled and said, “Looks like someone finally found his backbone.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just sat there and stared at my dad and silently swore that I would never be like him. I would never treat my wife and kids the way he treated us. I just wished I didn’t look so much like him.
At fifty-six my dad was in great shape. He was 6’1. Had a full head of curly black hair. Weighed 192lbs and was pretty muscular.
At sixteen I was in pretty good shape. I was 5’11. Had a full head of black hair. The only difference was mine was straight. I weighed 155lbs. While I wasn’t as muscular as my dad I was slowly getting there.
Right before the entrées were served my mom and sister returned to the table. Before my sister could sit down my dad got up from his seat, walked over to her, and hugged her as he said, “I’m sorry for saying your graduation wasn’t important sweetie. Daddy had a long flight and is really tired. I remember it being a very special day.”
“Do you mean it?” she asked.
“Of course I do sweetie,” he said. “When the principal gave you your diploma you smiled so brightly. That is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”
And just like that my dad diffused a tense situation. For the rest of the dinner we seemed like a normal family, having normal conversations. My dad asked questions about our lives and pretended to care as we told him about all the things he missed while he was gone, well almost everything.
After dinner we went to Video House to rent a movie we could watch as a family. He let Beth choose. Which meant we were watching “The Muppet Movie,” again. Not only is that her favorite movie, but she also has to sing-a-long to every song. I could tell this was annoying my dad, and he was doing everything to not tell her to shut the fuck up.
When the movie was over Beth went upstairs to get ready for bed. After a few minutes of mindless conversation my mom got off the couch, gave me a goodnight hug and kiss before going upstairs. This left my dad and me in the TV room. As he flipped through the fifty channels looking for something to watch I asked, “Did you really remember Beth’s graduation?”
My dad turned off the TV and sat on the couch in silence, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. Several minutes later he finally opened his mouth and said, “I didn’t remember her stupid middle school graduation.”
“So you lied?” I asked.
“Robert,” he said. “Of course I lied. When you get older you’ll realize that everyone lies. You lie to get out of trouble. You lie to make people feel better. You lie to keep secrets. You lie to make other people happy. If you don’t lie the world would be a scary and sad place. When you get older you’ll realize that.”
“Have you ever lied to me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
I felt that was probably the most honest thing my dad ever said to me. I really wanted to ask him what he lied to about. I decided for my psychological well being it was probably best not to open that can of worms.
He turned the TV back on and we started watching “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” on The Movie Channel. When we got to the scene where Phoebe Cates took her top off as she walked out of the pool my dad got up from the couch as he said, “I think I’ll let you enjoy the rest of the movie on your own.”
“Thanks,” I said laughing.
Before he left the room he asked, “We should have lunch tomorrow.”
“I’d like that,” I replied.
“Good,” he said. “Be ready by 11:30.”
That was the first time my dad ever invited me to lunch. I was floored. Usually when he did something with Beth and me it was because it was an obligation or mom made him.
I stayed downstairs until the movie was over. My parent’s bedroom and my bedroom were on the third floor, while Beth’s was on the second. When we were kids I convinced my sister that the third floor was haunted just to see how she’d react. Because she believed it she demanded to move down to the second floor. As my relationship with mom heated up, her living on another floor was an advantage in our favor.
When I arrived on the third floor I walked past my parent’s room. I could hear them having sex. My mom’s moans were more subdued with my father than they were with me. I wanted to barge into their room and show him how it’s done. Instead I went into my room and beat-off thinking about fucking my mom in front of him. After I blew my load I thought to myself, that this was one of the most satisfying orgasms I’ve ever given myself. After jerking off two more times I eventually passed out.
I woke-up around nine in the morning so I could watch the “Star Wars” cartoons with Beth. Around 10:30 dad walked into the family room and told me to start getting ready. After he left Beth asked, “Where are you two going?”
“Lunch,” I replied.
“That sounds fun,” she said sarcastically.
After taking a shower and getting dressed I went downstairs to meet my dad. We climbed into his 1983 Porsche 944 and went on our way. Our first stop was a fancy Chinese restaurant in Birmingham MI. We made small talk until my dad placed the order. After the waiter walked away from the table my dad said, “You impressed last night.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“For the first time in your life you stood up to me,” he said. “Last night was the first time I saw you as a man, and not as a kid.”
That might’ve been the nicest thing he’s ever said to me.
“I never wanted kids,” he said. “I don’t like them. I find them annoying and needy. I wasn’t built for crying, changing diapers, or having to take you and your sister places. But last night for the first time in your life I saw a lot of me in you, and I really want to get to know this version of you.”
“I don’t think I’m anything like you,” I said.
“You are,” he replied. “You just don’t know it yet. Right now you see a world full of endless possibilities. When you get older your view of the world will change. Eventually you’ll become a prisoner of responsibilities.”
“Dad you’re rich as fuck,” I said. “You could walk away from your responsibilities at work and have enough for the rest of your life and mine and Beth’s.”
“I work to be free of my responsibilities,” he said. “When I travel I can forget that I’m married and have kids.”
That might’ve been the shittiest thing he ever said to me. Thankfully the waiter brought the food to the table, which meant there would be a short reprieve from our conversation.
As I started putting General Tso’s chicken on my plate my dad said, “I heard school is going well.”
“Yep,” I replied.
“Your mom said you’re now number 3 in the class rankings,” he said.
“Yes sir,” I said.
“Good,” he replied. “At your age the only things that should matter are grades and girls. Your mom also told me that you have a girlfriend.”
“She told you that?” I asked.
“Is it not true?” he asked.
“Kind of,” I replied.
“You either do or you don’t,” he said.
“It’s a little complicated,” I replied.
“At sixteen relationships shouldn’t be complicated,” he said.
“This one is,” I replied.
“Tell me how this blossoming teenage romance is even close to be complicated,” he said in a demanding tone.
“It means we’re secretly seeing each other because she doesn’t want anyone to know,” I replied.
“Why does she want to keep it as secret?” he asked.
“Some of the other kids see me as a loser,” I said. “She’s worried that her crowd would make fun of her.”
“Who’s her crowd?” he asked.
“The goths and the punks,” I replied.
“That’s probably for the best,” he said. “Girls like that don’t fit into our social circle.”
“I guess not,” I replied.
“I heard punk girls are kind of wild,” he said. “Have you fucked her?”
I was shocked. I couldn’t believe my dad would ask me that. I didn’t want him to know anything about my sex life. But I also didn’t want him to think that I was a loser, so I said, “Yes.”
“Good,” he said.
He spent the rest of lunch asking about my sexual exploits with her. He wanted to know how many times I fucked her and where. He basically wanted to know everything. And I told him everything; I just omitted all the parts that involved mom.
My dad wanted to know everything. He wanted to know how big her tits were, if she has a firm ass, and if she liked giving head. He didn’t care if everyone in the restaurant heard our conversation. Based on the disapproving glances of some of the older women in the restaurant they didn’t.
I was happy to keep answering his questions. This was the first time in my life that my father had taken a real interest in anything I’ve done. And I wanted to keep this moment going on for as long as possible.
After lunch as we waited for the valet to bring the car dad said four words I never heard him say, “I’m proud of you.”
I assumed we were going straight home after lunch, but dad was going in the other direction. So I had to ask, “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere special,” he said.
“The comic book store?” I asked.
“Somewhere better,” he replied.
About 45 minutes later we drove up to a gated mansion in Grosse Lle. He stopped at the gate, rolled down his window, and hit the talk button on the intercom before saying, “It’s number seventeen, thirty-two, eight.”
Seconds later the gate opened and we drove inside. We pulled up to the front of the mansion. As we got out of the car this middle-aged man ran out of the house. He got into the car and drove it into the garage while we walked to the front door.
“Dad, where are we?” I asked as he rang the doorbell.
“Heaven,” he said as the front door opened.
On the other side of it was this older woman who was probably in her early seventies. She seemed very happy to see my dad. She gave him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before saying, “Neal Schapiro it’s been way too long since we’ve seen you around here?”
“I’m sorry Nancy but work had me traveling all over the world,” he said.
“Travelling all over the world sounds horrible,” she said laughing. “Who’s your handsome friend?”
“Nancy, this is my son Robert,” he said.
“I can see the family resemblance,” she said right before giving me a hug and a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “
She then grabbed us by our hands and walked us to the staircase. She then took a whistle out of her pocket and blew it. Within seconds about twenty scantily clad women descended down the staircase. Nancy then had all the girls tell us their names. After the roll call was finished my dad said, “Choose one.”
All the girls were so beautiful. I wanted all of them. I didn’t know which one to pick. So I just stared at all of them hemming and hawing until my dad said, “If you can’t make a choice in the next sixty seconds I’ll choose for you.”
I wanted to show my dad that I was decisive. So I quickly looked over the entire lineup and chose the one that I found the drop-dead sexiest. The first was Naomi. She was 5’3 and weighed 105lbs. She sported a petite 32A-23-29 figure. And had long brown hair and brown eyes.
She grabbed my dad and me and led us up the staircase. We ended up in a very large room. It had a long couch, a gigantic bed, a bar, and a stereo. As we entered the room Naomi said, “Welcome to the Presidential Suite. Is there anything I can get for you?”
My dad said, “I’ll have a rum and Coke.”
She then turned to me and asked, “What about you?”
“Nothing,” I replied.
“He’ll have a rum and Coke as well,” my dad said.
“Coming right up,” she said.
Her ass looked so hot in the silver bikini she was wearing. My cock was getting hard as I watched her ass cheeks bounce with every step she took. I wasn’t the only one who was fixated by her sexy bottom. As my dad’s gaze fixated on her petite ass he unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock. I couldn’t believe he was doing that. I wanted to tell him to put that back in his pants, but I just kept my mouth shut.
As she was bringing the drinks to us she smiled as she watched my dad play with himself and said, “Looks like someone couldn’t wait for his drink.”
“With an ass as sexy as yours I couldn’t control myself,” he said. “Why don’t you join us?”
She walked over to the couch and sat down. She then put a hand around my father’s hard cock and started stroking. She then leaned over and kissed him passionately on the lips. When she was done with him she turned to me, leaned over and started making out with me. After our lips unlocked she asked, “Doesn’t your little friend want to come out and play?”
“Be a gentleman, and take off your pants for the lady,” my dad said.
“Yes dad,” I replied as I stood up, and slid off my pants to reveal my large hard cock to my father and Naomi.
“I can't believe you’re father and son,” she said laughing, “I thought you were brothers.”
“Flattery will get you something special,” he said as slid her bikini bottom to the right and started fingering her wet cunt.
I sat back on the couch. She put my cock in her right hand, and my fathers cock in her left. As she did that my dad removed his fingers from her pussy and removed her bikini top. After he dropped it to the ground he leaned over and started sucking on her erect left nipple. A minute later I did the same.
A few minutes later she asked, “Do you want me to suck your cocks?”
I followed my dad’s lead as he stood-up. She got between us and started alternating sucking our swollen dicks. She then opened her mouth really wide and my dad thrust his cock inside. I did the same. It was weird having our dicks rub up against each other, but she seemed to enjoy it. A few minutes later my dad removed his cock from her mouth and started jacking-off. I did the same. Within a minute we simultaneously shot our loads all over her face.
My dad collapsed onto the couch as Naomi asked if I would grab a towel from the bathroom. When I returned my dad was sipping his rum and Coke. He noticed my cock was still rock hard. “Are you still horny?” he asked.
“I’m always horny,” I said as I handed Naomi the towel.
As she wiped our cum off her face my dad said, “Naomi, help him out.”
She grabbed me by my hard cock and walked me over to the bed. When we got there she told me to lie down. She then climbed onto my hard man mountain and started riding. She begged me to slap her ass. I refused.
“Please baby,” she begged.
I still refused.
“Please baby,” she squealed once again.
I slapped each cheek as hard as I could.
She squealed even louder.
I then increased the tempo of my thrusts, which caused her body to tremble. Soon her moans got even louder. As she continued riding me my father walked over to the bed. He got on top of her and slowly slid his dick into her ass. This brought her to one of the most intense orgasms that I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
My dad and I both increased the tempo of our thrusts.
She started shouting, “Faster.”
I was losing control. I think my dad knew that I was about to ejaculate because he yelled, “Don’t cum in her.
So I slid my dick out as jizz shot on my stomach, her tits, and her stomach.
My dad then slid his cock out of her brown eye and shot his load all over ass.
“That was hot,” she said right before she licked my man juice off my stomach.
After my father cleaned her ass off with the towel she said, “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Actually there is,” he said. “I want you to round up 5 of your sexiest co-workers for some more fun.”
“Your wish is my command,” she said before running out of the room.
“Are you having fun?” my dad asked as he walked to the table to fetch his drink.
“Yes I am,” I replied. “How do you know about this place?”
“I’ve been coming here for years,” he said, “It’s like my home away from home. And now it’s yours too. You can use my account whenever you want.”
“You know I don’t drive,” I said.
“Maybe this will be an incentive to start,” he said as he took a sip of his drink. “You’re the only sixteen-year-old with a license and car who’s afraid to get behind the wheel. You need to get over what happened.”
What happened was my friend Dave Brewster was killed in an accident three days after he got his license. Even though I got my license two weeks before Dave, I was worried that the same tragedy would befall me as well. To make sure that didn’t happen I stopped driving the 1985 Mercedes 380SL that I got for my sixteenth birthday.
Before my dad and I could continue this conversation Naomi returned with fivee friends. As they entered the room Naomi said, “Hey guys, I’d like to meet my friends Krista, Lisa, Nina, Victoria, and Tammy.
Krista was blonde. She was probably 5’2 or 5’3. Weighed about 105lbs. And sported a tight 34C-24-33 figure.
Lisa was Asian. She was around 5’2. Barely weighed 100lbs. Sported a sexy 34B-23-35 figure. And had long black hair.
Nina had brown hair. She was 5’5 and must’ve weighed around 110 to 115lbs. And sported an incredible 35C-25-34 figure.
Victoria was drop-dead gorgeous. At 5’7 she was the tallest of the bunch. She probably weighed around 120lbs. Sported an extremely sexy 36D-25-36 figure. And she had curly brown hair and beautiful lips.
Tammy was pretty. She was 5’5. Weighed around 120lbs. Possessed a delectable 32B-27-36 figure. And had light brown hair and a sexy smile.
“Do you like my friends?” Naomi asked.
“I think your friends are beautiful,” my dad said as he took another sip from his drink. “Robert, what do you think?”
Before I could say anything Lisa said, “His hard cock is saying he thinks we’re sexy as fuck.”
“It looks like he’s raring to go,” my dad said as he fiddled with cock.
My dad and I sat next to each other on the couch stroking our hard cocks while the girls stood naked in a line watching us while they rubbed their pussies. After a few minutes Lisa, who was first in line, approached me and started sucking my cock. At first she teased the tip with her tongue before deep throating my massive piece of man meat to the back of her throat. For two glorious minutes, Lisa spoiled my dick with her mouth before moving onto my dad.
Naomi was next. After she got on the floor she slapped her face with my cock several times before spitting on it and sliding it into her mouth. Every few seconds she’d take it out, slap her face, and then resume sucking. Two minutes later she moved over to my dad and Lisa went to the back of the line.
Tammy was next. She just lightly stroked my cock and made me beg her to suck my cock. I pleaded and pleaded with her, but she said she didn’t believe my begging was sincere enough. Five seconds before she moved over to my dad she just kissed the tip.
Krista was next. She had a huge smile on her face as she played with my penis. She sucked it with such fervor that I was worried I was going to cum, but I didn’t.
Victoria was next. Her full lips were made for sucking dick. Her technique was slow and methodical. She paid equal attention to my balls and shaft by alternating between the two every few seconds.
Nina was last. She kissed and licked every inch of my cock before inserting it into her mouth. Her dick sucking technique wasn’t as good as the other girls, but I will say she was enthusiastic.
After Nina moved onto my father it was Lisa’s turn again. She walked over to me and let me gaze on her delectable Asian ass for several seconds. She then proceeded to ride my cock for two glorious minutes.
For the next ten minutes my father and I sample fucked all the girls. When my father finished fucking Nina she went to the back of the line. I thought they were going to start over, but they didn’t. Hand-in-hand they walked over to the bed and started pleasuring each other.
My dad and I stroked our cocks as we watched them eat each other out. I guess my dad wanted to do more than observe. He got off the couch, walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. He then ordered Naomi to sit on his face and Nina to ride his penis. The other girls spread their legs and started masturbating each other as they watched my father play with their friends.
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