We are quietly watching TV.
I am on the floor, massaging Annie's feet.
My Father sits at the end of the couch, my Mom's feet in his lap, massaging.
This is our nightly ritual.
We retire to our rooms.
Although we're not yet married, my Parents have accepted Annie as part of the Family.
My Mom is "teaching" Annie, explaining how she raised me to be "respectful", her word for Submissive.
Our small house has one bathroom.
My Mom goes first, then Annie.
My Father minces around, waiting for Annie; he'll wait until she's finished.
Mother dictates how he's attired, so Annie has seen him in his short "women's" robe, with his shaved legs, and once in his tiny panty-like underwear.
Annie looks at him and smiles, he glances with a respectful nod, and looks downward.
He only steals glances at Annie.
Annie's beauty is breathtaking. He would wish to adore her.
But he would be punished for leering; standard punishment, orgasm denial.
Looking back, I could tell when he was enduring punishments.
He was especially contrite, and submissive, trying to get back into Mom's good graces. Anxious to go to bed.
Annie and I fucked quietly, clearly able to hear Mom and dad thru the thin walls.
"Yes Love. Yes Mistress," we'd hear my Dad.
Annie would be straddling me, my cock deep inside her beautiful, tight pussy, my hands on her breasts and nipples, tweaking as she's taught me.
She'd smiles down at me, and I smile back, as we listen to my Dad serve his Mistress.
We hear Her utterances, groans and chirps, as she cums.
She and Annie have become comfortable talking about sex.
She has shared with Annie exactly her likes and dislikes,
and that she is demanding, both in the bedroom, and out.
Annie has told me everything.
First, dad worships his Mistress, massages and kisses on her neck, upon her breasts, down her belly, and finally her pussy, and he licks her to orgasm.
This process takes a while, 15 or 20 minutes.
He is required to wear his "man-panties", so he won't get precum on the sheets.
Apparently he gushes his precum.
Once Mom has come down from her orgasm, she likes to be on the bottom while he fucks her. He is required to kneel between her spread legs and lubricate Mistress with his precum, then ease in a finger, prepping her for his cock.
He has long since learned her pace. She does not like male "pounding".
She expects subtle, quiet, movements. She has already cum, and is sensitive.
He worships as he gently fucks her.
"May I cum Mistress?" He always asks.
We can hear him clearly; she wants us to hear him.
He groans as he cums, then silence.
Then we hear the bed creak; we know he is moving down to lick his Mistress clean.
Finally, we hear Mom. Naked, she strolls into the bathroom. Then we hear dad. He is wearing his man-panties. Annie walked out and saw him one night, and smiled at his man-panties.
This ritual happens every night, with rare exceptions. The exceptions are when he's being punished. He licks her to orgasm, he fucks her to satisfaction, but there is no groan of his orgasm. He goes to sleep with blue balls.
Sometimes it's days and days, and he becomes so submissive, it's obvious.
As we listen, Annie straddles me, gently fucking herself on me.
I try desperately not to cum. I quietly whisper, "You're going to make me cum!"
She eases off, and onto my mouth.
(I suppose Mom and dad hear our bed creak, and envision our young sexual process, which Annie has certainly shared.)
My young and beautiful Mistress has total power over me; I am her sexual servant.
She straddles my mouth, her fingers on her clit, while I tongue her pussy.
Most times, she turns around and has me lick her ass. She grinds her ass hard against my tongue, and I probe my tongue deep as I can.
Finally she'll return to fucking me.
Again I whisper, "Mistress, you're going to make me cum!"
She smiles and rocks and I explode, and the moment is sublime.
She straddles my mouth and I lick her clean.
