We believe that we know people, we laugh and wink at friends and strangers who we see doing the nasty, but aren't we suppose to know family, 'right'? I thought so too, but that was until that summer morning when I truly found out about my family, and myself. As I look back I'm astounded at my ignorance of the world. Money was tight, the economy a shit hole, and job creation, that was ludicrous! Mom and dad where college graduates both with accounting degrees and as a result of downsizing, found themselves on the unemployment line in my sophomore year of high school.
Eventually they found work as part time tellers at a small bank branch near our new, but economy sized apartment. It wasn't much, but it was home; a very tight home. Somewhere along the way the situation grew tighter as the pay check grew tight. I graduated high school, and accepted to the counties community college; and scared shitless on how to pay for it all. Mom and dad hoped for that full time slot, somewhere . . . anywhere. The branch managers came and went, and eventually a new manager by the name of Vanessa Tighs arrived. She seemed like a normal everyday business woman. She took a liking to mom and dad, as well as two others of my friend's parents who worked there. She seemed to understand the home situation, and slipped them some overtime from time to time; but, eventually she became more than a family friend.
Over time, our parents seemed to be doing more OT then the others, and spent many a long weekend and over nights that I thought were spare under the table jobs. I should have known something amiss when Mom began 'acting' more open and less inhibited. Dad, well that was a totally bizarre story in itself. He was a bit feminine to begin with; but he began to change before my very eyes! Changes that I couldn't conceive, but felt in my soul; He was becoming 'more' feminine, girlish, to be exact. Three months before the revelation he started wearing oversized clothes, as well as mom from the locale good will. I thought it was because of the cost of 'real' clothes. I would snicker at them as they wore those out of size things. Dad, began to grow his hair longer, and his looks where changing.
I noticed, but yet didn't notice; I was having a few problems of my own. I finished the first year of community college, and the cost of the second was very predominant on my mind. The semester was going to start in another month, and the summer employment never materialized. It seems the whole world was spinning out of control. I was looking at the Guard; after all, they promised to pay for my education, but the idea of going to war, a meat grinder, and having that promise paid posthumously wasn't appealing. Little did I know that the weekend warrior image was going to take on a life changing experience for me.
Then that Friday came, the day my life changed, and a new 'me' grew as well! That whole week was bizarre, mom was more flirting, more 'grab' ass with dad; they were more like lez then wife and husband. That whole week was psychologically strange, and that Thursday night was a fitful night sleep for me. I kept 'feeling' something . . . different in the apartment. Vanessa was known to be a hatchet, and was sent to my parents' branch to 'cut costs'. I kept on expecting the worst; waking up and being told we were now homeless.
It wasn't the alarm that woke me that morning; it was a grunting coming from the parlor. I didn't think much of it, relegating it to that part of sleep between deep rem and wakefulness. But, it kept on going on and on! Then I heard the squeak of springs, and a man's voice; "yeah that it! That's it bitch, keep it going!"
Okay, that's weird! I got out of bed, it was only six a.m., the squeaking grew faster, and I heard a soft moaning. I came down the hall and saw Vanessa sitting on the recliner, fascinated at whatever was going on in front of her. She glanced at me; a very sly smile grew on her lips.
"Oh there you are Tommy." Vanessa cooed. "I was hoping you'd wake up; I was about to send in Jasmine after you to wake you up. Now you can witness the whole thing."
"What thing?"
"Both your former parents wanted it this way. They wanted for you to see their final breaking in. You can't see from there, come over here silly boy. Sit on mommy' lap."
The soft moaning grew into a deep husky breathing, and when I got to the room I froze! My mind reeling from what I saw; mom on top of a big black man, his dick deep inside her! And she loved every moment, bouncing on him, grinding deep and hard into that thick black dick into her cunt. A colorful tramp stamp of roses blossomed over her ass crack.
"Mom!?"
She didn't stop, didn't look at me, just ground down on top of him. Her tits bounced in his face, a nipple in his mouth; the man's huge hands on her hips. And, then I saw her other tattoos! A black rose on her right tit; and a barbed wire around her ankle. Both her tits were pierced, and a shiny, dangly, bounced on her navel. She threw her head back, eye lids fluttering in ecstasy, moaning like a cheap whore.
"Come here Tommy." Vanessa pulled me onto her lap; I should have been repulsed, ashamed, but I wasn't, my heart suddenly thumped in my chest. Although in her forties, she was gorgeous; slim waist, big firm tits, and deep ebony tone. And I couldn't believe what I was thinking! This is my mother!
"You see what I turned your mom and dad into?"
That's when I heard another deep moaning from behind, and the table creaking wildly. Vanessa coolly looked behind her, my eyes following like a slave. My temples pulsed and my crotch quivered at what I saw; dad, bent over the kitchen table, and big black man pumping into his ass. But, this 'man' had huge tits that brushed dads back with each stroke! My mind cleared enough to take in the whole picture! Dad had tits! They were small, but they were tits! Woman's tits! And a face, it was a woman's. Dad, bent over the table, a huge black she male pumping into his ass; his eyes, half lidded and in the midst of orgasm. His dick, or what was left of it, snuggled up to his now girlish body; nothing more than a big clit, oozing clear seaman on the table. His dick, it was pierced with a silver ring. He had the same tattoos as mom, and the same piercings'. His hair now a platinum blond.
"How? Why?"
"Because they wanted it. You see, whores are not made Tommy, their born."
"No! No, mom was never a whore! And dad . . ."
"Oh yes she is Tommy. When I got here, both your mother and 'father' where so . . . suppressed. Their true selves, buried beneath tons of psychological barriers of old world propriety that their parents put on them, pitiful it was. It didn't take me long to identify them; and offer them a resolution. They fervently become my property. Without any promises that they keep their jobs."
"Your property!"
"Yes. 'My' property. Well, on weekends of course, they're now Pay day whores. That's the agreement your former mom and dad made with me."
Mom groaned out one last time; in a half lidded bliss she howled at the ceiling, her body shuddering, and then slumped onto the man.
"Tricy, come here when you clean Mark up. You know you don't want to send him to work with a messy dick."
Mom looked over her shoulder and recognized me sitting on Vanessa's lap; she purred and smacked her lips in a wonton desire. "Of course mommy."
"Tricy?"
"That's your mom's new name. And that's what 'you' will call her too from now on. No more moms! And your former dad, he's Prissy now. And every Friday at six o'clock in the morning, to Sunday at ten, they will work my patch. For the time being. She is not your mother, and she (nodding to dad) is no longer your father; and you will never call them, or refer to them in those terms ever again."
"Mom! DAD!"
Vanessa pulled my hair back, hard, bringing tears to my eyes; I expected mom to yell, to defend me. Instead she just leered over her shoulder in a prissy face.
