The fact was I did love hearing my slut Mommy talking nasty about herself. I liked watching her with other men. I do wanna fuck her. I wanna feel my cock stretching my slut Mommy's pussy.....there, I said it.
I watched as my mother squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hand tight against her pussy one last time before she left me sitting there with a hard pulsing cock. She turned and smiled before she went upstairs.
I heard her and my father talking as I climbed the stairs.
"I can't believe how much you shared with him," My father said.
There was a long silence before I heard my mother speak. "Robert, I'm a very open person, you know that. Matty's so curious about what we're doing, he's heard so much and seen even more. We both can see how excited he is by everything."
"Yeah, I see he wants to fuck you, Marie. The way he looks at you. How he watches you with your Bulls and strokes his big fucking cock," My father commented with sarcasm.
My mother was quiet for a few moments and then asked, "Are you jealous?"
There was a long silence before my mother added, "Well, I take that as a yes."
I needed to pass by them to get to my room, I wanted to hear more, so I stayed at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the wall.
"Robert, does it disgust you that I find our son's cock delicious?"
"No," My father said quietly.
"Does it arouse you to think I might fuck him in our marital bed?" My mother asked in a teasing voice.
My father was silent. I could hear something, maybe a sigh or a soft moan, and some rustling sound.
"Ooooooh, it does arouse you...your cock is so hard Robert...go ahead...you can stroke it as I tell you how badly I want to fall to my knees and suck him as you watch, Robert."
I heard my father moan and then footsteps fading into another part of the house. I took the stairs one step at a time, not expecting my father to be leaning against the counter holding his dripping cock. Seeing his eyes were closed, I stepped back into the shadows of the stairway, hoping he would leave so we wouldn't have to look at each other.
After everything, after watching my mother in the storage room, and hearing her talking to my father about her wanting me to fuck her, I needed to relieve myself. I walked quietly up the stairs, the only remnants of my father was a pool of fresh cum on the tile floor. Neither of them were here. I heard some sounds from their bedroom. Then I heard my mother's voice.
"Robert...I wish you could fuck me like a real man." I heard my mother say.
"You want his big hard cock don't you?" My father answered back.
I listened, and it took my mother some time to answer.. "Yes, Robert. I want his cock, I wanna feel his hard cock stretching me...do you permit me to allow our son to fuck me?"
I never heard my father answer and if he did it was a non or shaking of the head.
I heard my mother, "How would you like me to dress tonight? You pick it out."
"Well if we're still thinking of going dogging, I think it should be slutty, and easy accessibility, don't you Marie?"
"I like the way you think, dear...I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I can feel my pussy clenching already."
"Marie, how about this black garter belt, black seamed stockings, and that shelf bra that shows your nipples so nicely?"
"Yes, and I'll wear that short mini skirt and that faux leather halter top, then I won't need a bra," My mother added.
I was stunned. They're going dogging, I heard about those places. One of the last things Rebecca talked about was a dogging site on the south side of town, back by the abandoned stone quarry. I'd heard of several local forests where men would go for anonymous Gay sexual encounters, but Rebecca was pretty excited about this site.
"So where is it tonight Marie? The old quarry?" My father asked.
"Yeah, I heard the other site has been patrolled by the police, we don't want any interruptions or trouble. Are you sure you're up to watching me, baby? Remember last time? When it was all over, I needed you, remember?
I didn't hear my father respond, so I peeked around through the doorway and saw them kissing passionately...It made me feel good after all the shit from the last week.
I decided to call Rebecca. Maybe she would go with me to the quarry. The phone rang and I got her voicemail. I decided to leave her a message. Rebecca called me back promptly. I let it ring a few times and picked it up.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey stranger, where you been?" Rebecca asked.
"I don't know...around...I'm sorry I walked out on you." I said with an uneasy feeling.
"Yeah, I thought you wanted to see me getting fucked, what the fuck, Matty?"
" I thought I did, I really thought I did, Rebecca...but I got so jealous...I had such feelings for you and all of those men...I just couldn't."
There was a long silence, I thought Rebecca might have hung up.
"Rebecca, are you still there?"
"Yes, why'd you call?"
"I been thinking about you ever since I walked out that door, the way you looked at me...I can't get that out of my head."
"I have been thinking about you too...I was so disappointed you left. I thought you were stronger than to leave me with all those men." Rebecca said.
"But you looked like you were so...." I began before Rebecca cut me off.
"You left me with 5 or 6 guys, who fucked me in every hole, and not one of them was you," Rebecca said quietly as if she was with someone else and didn't want others to hear.
I asked her, "Are you alone?"
