I started to put him in my mouth to finish him off but he stopped me.
"No. Not that way."
I looked at him quizzically. Obviously he had something specific in mind, but I didn't know what it was. Did he want me to do the same thing that my mother had done to him? I wasn't certain my tits were big enough for that.
"Lie down," he whispered to me.
I did as I was told. He moved forward on my body, straddling me so his cock and balls dangled above my upper body. Then he paused. "Go ahead. Take it in your hands."
I reached up and slipped his fingers around his cock. At my first touch it jumped in my hands, throbbing and trembling as if he were about to come any second. Obviously he was in complete control, and he wasn't about to come until he was ready to.
"Now stroke it."
I moved both my hands along the length of his prick, sliding the skin back and forth, watching it fold over his cockhead and then pull back tight along the rest of his cock.
"Nice, baby, that's real nice. You've got good hands, real good hands."
As I increased the tempo he began to thrust into the pocket formed by my hands, jabbing forward as I tried to take care of him. He was so big! Somehow I felt like I was lying beneath a horse. His cock was so long and so thick that I couldn't help but feel lost beneath him.
"Harder now, come on, that's it, harder."
As I jerked on his cock, he reached down and grabbed my tits, squeezing them in his hands and rolling them around on my chest.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," I groaned, being swept away by what he was doing to me.
My tits had never felt so sensitive in my life, but of course I had never had anybody do this sort of thing to them right after I'd been fucked, either. Surging back and forth, his prick in both my hands, we continued. A rhythm built up between us, a fluid sense of compatibility that made it possible for us to anticipate what the other person wanted.
I reached down and began to fondle his balls, while I still jerked him off with my other hand. At the same time he slipped one of his hands down to my cunt and began to lightly toy with my clit, flicking his fingertips across the sensitive button that seemed to protrude a full inch from the rest of my cunt.
"Are you gonna come?" I asked at one point, primarily because my arm was getting tired.
"You ready?"
I nodded. I was ready for anything. He dropped back on his haunches, his ass and feet coming together just above my waist.
I jerked harder on his cock, pulling up and down and watching him as he prepared to release his load onto my body. A moment later I felt his cock begin to tremble in my hands. At first it was just a tiny tremor coming from deep inside him, but after a few seconds the shaking and shuddering became much stronger.
"Come on, Jason, come! Come all over me!"
I was really getting hot and excited now. The thought of being able to see his cock explode was really getting to me.
"Hold on, baby, hold on tight!"
Then it happened. Instead of shuddering, his cock simply jerked in my hand as a wild spasm shot through him.
"Aaahhh!"
The first wad was a huge one. I saw it come flying out of the end of his prick as if everything was happening in slow motion. It was white, creamy, and hot. It came flying across the space between his cock and my body, twisting and spinning in the air, only to land with a resounding splatter directly between my tits.
I remembered my mother. The same kind of thing had happened to her at the moment he exploded, and I suddenly felt a strange kind of bond with my mother. In a crazy way we had both shared essentially the same experience with the same man.
Another wad came flying through the air – and another. In the end I felt like I was taking a bath in his hot cum. It covered my neck, my tits, and my face. I spread it around with my fingers just like my mother had done, licking some of it from my body and rubbing the rest into my skin.
We lay still, our eyes locked on each other's bodies. I could tell that he was satisfied with what had passed between us, and I knew that he would like it to happen again sometime. That was just the way I wanted it.
When I got home, my father's car was in the driveway. Evidently he was home from his trip. I didn't know how to react. It was good to have him home, of course, but things had been developing rather interestingly while he was gone. I hoped that part of it wouldn't change. As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I could tell that something was going on upstairs. The door to their bedroom was closed, but their voices were still loud enough to be heard, if not understood.
I hesitated. Should I just go on down to my bedroom, or should I go upstairs and let them know I was here? I went upstairs. All the way up I kept telling myself that the only reason I was going up toward their room was to tell them I was home, but deep down I knew that was bullshit.
I wanted to peek through the doorway and see what they were doing. In the hallway outside I paused. Now I could hear their voices. It was evident that they were angry with each other about something. I touched the doorknob. It wasn't locked, so I turned it slowly and silently, then pushed the door open a crack. Then I watched and listened. My father was standing at the end of the bed, dressed only in his under shorts, while my mother was already in bed beneath the covers.
"What do you mean don't expect much?" my father was asking her, a trace of belligerence in his voice.
"Nothing. It's just that it's my period."
"So what the fuck difference does that make. Christ, I've been gone for two months and you're acting like that's a big deal."
"It is for me," she replied.
I could feel a real fight coming on. They didn't usually act this petty around each other. Something was obviously bothering both of them, and this was only serving as an excuse. What was it? My father climbed into bed. For a moment I was afraid that they would turn out all the lights, but they left one on. Still, they were under the covers and I couldn't see much.
"Jeremy!" my mother said in a scolding tone of voice.
"What?"
"Come."
"Jesus Christ. Would you feel my cock? I'm horny as a three-balled tomcat and you want me to just forget about it and go to sleep? What the fuck's the matter with you anyway?"
"I told you."
"Don't give me that shit."
She was silent. I could see his hands working on her tits through the sheets, squeezing them and massaging them like there was no tomorrow.
"Fuck."
"What?"
"I know what's the matter with you."
"What?"
"You've been fucking around, haven't you?"
"Jeremy!"
"That's it, isn't it? You've been fucking around and you feel guilty about it and you feel pissed off at me because I'm the one making you feel guilty, right?"
She just stared at him, I'm not sure she followed what he had said, and I doubted he could have repeated it if she'd asked him to. But she didn't ask him. Instead, she just continued to stare at him, but I could tell that his words had hit home with her.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
Still she didn't say anything.
"You fucking slut. Who was it?"
"Jeremy, I'm going to sleep now."
"Fuck you. You're not doing anything unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"
"You're a bastard."
"You're the one that's been fucking around. God damn it, I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson. Roll over."
"Jeremy!"
"Shut up and roll your ass over before I do it for you."
She did as she was told. He reared up behind her, throwing the sheets and covers off of both of them. Suddenly I could see both their naked bodies as he prepared to do whatever he was doing to do to her. First he slapped her. Then he grabbed her ass and lifted it up in the air so that it offered a tempting target directly in front of him.
"Now hold still."
"Jeremy."
"And shut up."
My mother was obviously so angry she didn't know what to do. He was manhandling her in a way that was totally different from anything I had ever seen between them.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked, a slight touch of fear in her voice.
"I'm gonna butt fuck the shit out of you."
"Jeremy!"
"Is that all you can say? Jesus Christ."
He grabbed his cock and placed its head at the entrance to my mother's asshole. It was tight and dark there. And dry! He began to shove.
"Owwwww! That hurts!"
"Good."
For a long time her asshole wouldn't budge, but at last the tight sphincter began to give way. His cockhead was going in. Very slowly, inch by inch, he pierced her. She seemed to be resisting him all the way, but he was too powerful for her. Finally it was halfway in.
"How do you like that, you fucking slut!"
"Don't talk to me like that."
"You never told me who it was. Did he fuck you in the ass like this, or did he just wear out your pussy?"
My mother rebelled, and as a result she made a mistake. Up until now she had never said anything which openly admitted that she had indeed been fucking around while my father was gone. Even though my father had been acting, up until now, as if he was sure that she had been unfaithful to him, the truth was that he was far from sure about it. That made my mother's reply that much worse.
"No, he didn't ass fuck me. Just my cunt, Jeremy. And his cock was bigger than yours."
My father went crazy.
"Bitch!" he shouted, and with a single motion he jammed his cock all the way into her tight asshole.
"Owwww!"
"Shut up. So you really did do it this time, huh? You fucking slut." He began to pummel her, fucking his cock up into her asshole, shoving as hard as he could. Obviously he wanted to hurt her and he was doing a good job of it.
My mother was squirming and wriggling on the end of his prick like an impaled animal. There was a thin, glistening sheen of sweat all over her body as she accepted, reluctantly, the thrashing he was giving her.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget."
"Fuck you."
My father stopped, waiting for a second with his cock just barely in her ass. Then he charged forward. My mother groaned and wiggled, but it was no use. His cock was firmly in her ass and nothing was going to change the situation.
"Now you hold still," my father said, his voice grating like two rocks being rubbed together. He slammed into her once, twice, three more times. Then he came. I couldn't see very much, but from the way his ass tensed up and the way my mother reacted it must have been quite a jolt that he sent into her asshole.
"Uuuuuhhhhh! Oh my God!" For a long time he remained in the same position, his back arched and his hand firmly grasping her ass cheeks. Finally he pulled his cock out of her. For another long moment he stayed where he was, staring at the figure of my mother beneath him. Then he got up and walked away from the bed. I closed the door quickly and quietly, and then raced down to my bedroom. I felt terrible, but I couldn't exactly say why. Obviously no one likes to see their parents fight, but it was beyond that. Or at least I thought I was. For several years I hadn't let myself be bothered by anything that happened between them. They always seemed to be able to work it out in the end. This time I wasn't so sure.