“If you order her to, she will,” Dad answered, as we pulled up to my house.
“Well, thanks for the enlightening weekend, Dad,” I said, my entire world view having changed in a couple of days.
“No problem, son,” he said, putting his hand on my leg. “You have a great gift. Share it.”
“Oh, I plan to,” I said, as Mom walked out of the house to greet us… in nylons, as usual.
“In a few minutes I’m going to fuck your Mom in the backyard if you want to watch or listen in,” Dad mentioned casually.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, I want to make it clear to you how much power our cocks have over women, and since you know she hates me to the core…” Dad said.
“That she does,” I agreed, my Mother having used many less than flattering terms to describe my Father.
“And I can get one more load to go,” Portia added.
“You’re insatiable,” I laughed, impressed with my will power not to fuck her cunt and lose my last remaining virginity.
“For big, fat cock I am,” she bragged proudly as we got out of Dad’s crew cab truck.
“Hi, Mom,” I greeted, trying not to act like I knew she was a slut for big, fat cock.
“Hi, honey,” she greeted, pulling me into a hug. She asked, “Did you have fun?”
“Surprisingly, it was one of the best weekends of my life,” I told her. Truthfully it was easily the best ever, but I didn’t want to look too excited and hurt her feelings.
“That’s great,” she said.
“We need to talk, Joan,” Dad said.
“And I need to shower,” I lied, wanting to hurry upstairs and open my bedroom window.
“Can I use your washroom?” Portia asked.
“Sure,” Mom and I said in unison.
I headed inside as I heard Dad say, “Let’s go talk in the back.”
“Not now, William!” I heard Mom object as I closed the front door and hurried upstairs to my room to open the window so I could listen in on whatever was going to happen.
Portia asked, in a whisper since we could clearly hear my Mom and Dad’s voices as I sat near the window and sound would travel both ways, “Want me to suck that big dick of yours or take it in my ass?”
“You mean my big, fat cock,” I corrected, also whispering.
“Definitely your big, fat cock,” she smiled, dropping to her knees to fish out my well-used tool.
“Suck it this time,” I ordered. “I want to listen to this.”
“Don’t you believe him?” she asked.
“Actually I do,” I nodded, “but hearing it will make it official.”
“Don’t tell your Dad, but I like your cock even better than his, which is really saying something,” she told me, just before she took my flaccid cock in her mouth.
Dad said, “Bend over Joan, this needs to be quick.”
“William, not now with Kevin home,” Mom pleaded, although her tone wasn’t her usual assertive one. She already sounded needy and desperate.
“Do you want my cock or not?” Dad asked, sounding annoyed.
“Damn you,” Mom sighed. “Why can’t I just say no?”
“Because you love my big, fat cock, don’t you, slut?” Dad asked. My window was on the side of the house so I couldn’t see anything, which was frustrating, but I could hear every word very clearly.
“Yes, dammit,” Mom admitted, with a moan as Dad obviously slid inside her.
“Say it,” Dad demanded, exercising a dominance I wanted to emulate when down the road someday I dommed some bitch.
“I love your big, fat cock,” Mom moaned.
“You love it where?” Dad pushed, wanting me to hear my impressive Mother being turned into a submissive big, fat cock slut.
“I love your big, fat cock in my ass, damn you,” Mom declared, frustrated and horny as hell. “Now pound my asshole hard and fast.”
“Beg, bitch,” Dad ordered, enjoying dominating Mom… especially while knowing I was listening in.
“Damn it, William,” Mom cried out in frustration, as I imagine Dad stopped fucking her… that’s what would happen in porn films or erotica. And she did indeed beg, “Please just slam that big, fat cock in my ass even though our son is right inside the house.”
“That’s better,” Dad purred, enjoying how he could turn my dominant no-nonsense Mom into a bimbo ass slut.
“Oh FUCK, that’s good,” Mom moaned, as Dad fucked her so hard I could hear their bodies slapping into each other.
“You have such an ass cum trigger,” Dad laughed, informing me of Mom’s anal quirk.
“Shut up and ream me, why do I need this so much?” Mom begged, sounding both frustrated with herself and horny as hell at the same time.
Then for a couple of minutes, there was just the squishy, fleshy sounds of fucking, Mom’s moans getting louder.
“Come for me, you dirty ass slut,” Dad ordered.
“Oh yes, harder, fuck my ass harder,” Mom begged so loud I could probably have heard her in the shower, sounding close to orgasm.
“Would you two exhibitionist perverts go inside?” a male voice, our neighbour Mr. Dieks demanded from nowhere.
“Fuck off, or I’ll come over and fuck your wife next,” my Dad shot back.
Mom must have been mortified, yet her next words were just an orgasmic, “Sorry, Harold, oohhh!”
“Tell me where you want my load, you bimbo ass slut,” Dad ordered, ignoring Harold and really revelling in the power his cock had over my Mother.
Hearing Mom come was all it took to get me off as I spewed my load in my Dad’s girlfriend’s mouth.
“Fill my ass, you fucker,” Mom offered.
“Jesus H. Christ!” Mr. Dieks contributed angrily.
“Your wife is next, cuckold,” Dad threatened, before he grunted and assumedly shot his load in Mom’s ass.
“Fuck you,” Mr. Dieks yelled.
“No, I’ll fuck your wife,” Dad shot back. “Again.”
“William, stop,” Mom demanded.
“What? He started it,” Dad protested.
“Let’s just go in the house,” Mom sighed, finally thinking clearly after her anal orgasm.
“Leave,” I whispered to Portia.
Portia smiled, “You’re going to fuck your Mom, aren’t you?”
“You’re such a slut,” I teased.
“And real soon you’ll be such a Mother fucker,” she smiled, standing up.
“And then I’ll fuck your mother, too,” I added.
“She’s all yours,” she agreed, leaving my room.
I put my dick away and headed downstairs just as the front door opened.
“We’re out of here, son,” Dad said.
“Thanks for the weekend,” I said as I examined my Mom’s face; her cheeks were red and her hair was mussed.
“Anytime,” Dad said.
“Mom, are you okay?” I asked. “You look a bit dishevelled, and your face is all red.”