It was heaven; a week of trying to satisfy a gorgeous hard-bodied uninhibited woman looking to make up for eighteen years of lackluster sex. I was sore; she was sore; but we kept at it. When not fucking, we planned Dad's subjugation. Unfortunately for me, the final plan included keeping me orgasm free for thirty-six hours, starting on Friday, the day before his return.
When Dad walked into the living room on Saturday I was sitting on the couch, his naked wife, fat tits bouncing, hair flying wildly, was straddling me while spearing herself on my cock. "Fuck me, oh yes! Fuck oh fuck, yes! Cram it deep! Shove it as deep as it'll fuckin' go in my cunt!"
"Oh my God," were the first words out of Dad's mouth.
Mom looked at him, then at me. Her breathing ragged, she said, "Shit, it's home." She turned to Dad. "Sit down and shut up."
Still staring at us, he said, "You can't...."
Mom slid off me and, stark naked, pussy shining, tits swaying, walked unhurriedly to Dad and slapped him hard across the face, knocking him off balance. In a calm voice she said, "You don't say what I can and can't do. Now do what you're told. Sit down and shut up." When he stood there, dumb, she grabbed him by the shirt collar, dragged him across the room, and pushed him into a chair.
Dad initially just sat there, uncomprehending while Mom looked at me, sank a finger into her cunt, licked the juice off, and said, "Where were we?"
That's when Dad started to stand up. "What is going..."
Mom slowly turned to face him. Her voice reflected a barely controlled rage. Dad froze.
"What is going on is obvious. I'm fucking or, at least, I was fucking until your fat ass wandered in, our son. Randy, give me a hand. It can't seem to take direction."
When I stood Dad slumped into the chair. Mom slapped him across the face, leaving a red mark; Dad didn't raise his hands to defend himself. Instead he sat there in immobile shock when Mom and I used plastic ties to secure his arms and legs to the chair. When Dad tried to say something Mom took hold of his jaw and forced open his mouth. I pushed a small rubber ball in. Mom secured it with duct tape.
Mom then turned into my arms. Our bodies pressed together and we shared a slow sexy French kiss. She fondled my cock, I her breasts.
After we broke the kiss Mom said, "Dumb-ass has sort of killed the mood. He can't fuck worth a shit and he ruins it when I fucking someone who can. Why don't you and I take a shower and get some lunch."
"You know how Dad likes to watch televison." I flipped on the set.
The screen lit up to a sex tape Mom and I had made. Dad tried to look away, but couldn't help but watch. He would learn that in the years of his marriage he had never come close to doing to Mom what I did. He would watch her beg, scream, and cry through orgasm after orgasm and discover that Mom shamelessly did for me what she'd never did for him. He would listen to Mom marvel at my skills in bed and my cock while derogating him and his. It was beyond humiliating.
After our long hot shower Mom and I walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen. I was wearing boxer shorts, Mom an apron; her hair pulled back in a pony tail. Dad was staring at the tape, his face a complete blank. We made lunch and sat on the couch to eat, while watching me fuck Mom doggie-style on what had been his bed. She howled in pleasure as I brought her a series of thundering orgasms.
When we finished our meal I turned off the television. Mom trained a video camera on Dad, who sat placidly, all struggle having deserted him.
"Smile for the camera, dear." Dad looked at it.
"Good. I belong to your son. He is my lover. He is my husband. Over the summer he took me from you. He did it right in front of you and you didn't put up a fight. Hell, you didn't even object. He knows what to do with a woman, you don't. He's the man of the house. We may let you stay, but you'll need to learn to do what you're told when you're told to do it."
I piped in. "You're not man enough for this woman. Shake your head if you agree, boy."
Dad looked at Mom, who had sunk her hand in my shorts and was caressing my cock. Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.
Mom raised a hand as if to slap him. Eyes wide, he moved his head rapidly up and down.
"You're a pussy, a wimp, a bean-counting nothing. Mom and I rule, you serve. Any questions?"
Dad sat still.
"Your Master asked you a question."
Dad shook his head no.
Mom pulled my erect penis free from the boxers. He was staring at it. "Your son brings me off with this tool several times a day. Isn't it magnificent. So much bigger than yours and god, does he know how to use it. You know, all these years, I never came with you. In the early years I faked it; the last few years I haven't even bothered with that. I know you're probably thinking that the cow in bookkeeping you've been taping on the side likes it, but even she's bullshitting you."
Dad looked confused.
"Of course I knew about her and of course I didn't object. The more time you spent sticking that useless thing at her, the less I had to see it. But I thought you might enjoy this."
Mom set her iPad before Dad. On it appeared an image of a woman I had met at the dealership. She was about six years older than Dad and, as Mom had said, far from attractive.
"She was gossiping about you with a friend of mine. The quality is crude, but you'll get the meaning."
Mom hit a button and the woman said, "He's very sweet and he treats me well, but as to sex, you can't say much. I let him come inside me and I pretend to like it, but its pretend. The entire thing it's, well, a bit yucky."
The recording ended.
"You've always been useless. Your father sees Randy as the future of the company; he prefers Randy to you but, well, who wouldn't. I talked to him and he said he'd understand if I simply tossed your ass out on the street. But Randy and I may give you a chance to make a contribution. You've failed as a man, a son, a husband, a father, a lover, and a businessman. Maybe you can be a slave."
Mom cut the ties binding Dad to the chair and ripped the duct tape from his face. Dad shuddered in pain. Spots of blood filled in the patches where the skin had been torn away.
"Slave, on all fours."
Shaking, he fell to his hands and knees, his ugly belly swinging below him.
She kicked him. "You need to move faster than that. You shall call me Mistress. You shall call your son, my lover, Master. You will confirm that you understand all commands."
Dad said nothing. Mom kicked him.
"You stupid shit, don't you understand instructions. Do you understand your place? Do you understand how to address us?"
Dad's lips were quivering as he looked at Mom and then me. He bowed his head, looking at the floor. "I understand Mistress."
Now Mom said something I had to be talked into. "Suck your Master's cock."
He looked up at her. There was no defiance in his eyes, they only begged for release. When he saw none was coming he crawled over to me and took hold of my penis.
"Open your mouth and swallow it. Make sure you don't nick me with your teeth. If you do I'll kick the shit out of you," I said.
Dad worked his jaw several times and opened his mouth as wide as he could. My cockhead barely squeezed between his lips. And although I had never had any homosexual inclinations, I must admit watching my cock disappear into Dad's face was turning me on. After my erection reached the back of his mouth I took hold of his head and started fucking his face.
"Use your tongue to bathe the underside of your Master's cock."
He mumbled what I think was a "Yes Mistress," and did as ordered. Mom sat on the couch, and kissed me, stroking my testicles. When Dad closed his eyes, Mom commanded him to keep them open.
I rammed my thing in and out of his mouth with complete disregard for his comfort. I loved watching my cock plunge into my father's face. His gagging only turned me on more. Dad's mouth was tight and warm and he frantically sucked and licked. I started to feel the jism churning in my balls.
Mom, who was monitoring my arousal, saw what was happening. When she ordered Dad to stop, he pulled up, red faced and panting, drool dripping from his mouth, eyes wide. As he watched Mom started jerking me off, tugging on my hard cock until I exploded all over his face. In the thirty-six hours since my last orgasm I had accumulated an immense load of cum. It throughly coated Dad's face and started sliding down his cheeks and chin. He squatted there, immobile.
His break was of short-standing. "Stand up, drop your pants, and lean against the couch, ass up."
"Yes Master." Dad struggled to get his repulsive body off the floor. When he did I took my place behind him, spread his ass cheeks, and pushed my still hard cock into his asshole in one long brutal stroke. He screamed.
Mom watched us, playing with her tits and cunt. "How is it, honey? As good as mine?"
"No ass is as good as yours Mom, but he is tight. I figured fagboy here probably has shared his asshole with a slew of other men. Is that true fagboy? Have you had other cocks up your ass?"
"Yes Master, my first year of college my roommate and I experimented."
I brutally reamed out my father's asshole, plunging my immense cock in and out as deep as it would go. Mom, who had started staring at his groin, finally said, "My god, slave likes being fucked up the ass, his little dick is getting hard."
She grabbed his penis, stroking it.
"You like your son fucking you up the ass?"
Dad groaned, "Yes Mistress."
"You like being a slave, don't you? Its perfect for a worthless piece of shit like you."
"Yes Mistress. I'm worthless, I was born to be a slave."
"Do you want to come slave?"
