WARNING - THIS IS PART 5 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it.
When we last left off, I had just gotten off the elevator and took a minute to see what my phone actually recorded between my mother and me. Knowing if I had a video of her begging me to fuck her, then if, or when, she decided this was over, I could leverage this to continue my escapades. I never wanted to blackmail her into sex, but being inside of my very own birth canal felt carnal. Like every man's desire if they had an attractive mother, or maybe I'm just a pervert.
I strolled through the lobby of the casino with zero fucks to give, smiling ear to ear after just fucking the daylights out of my mother...more than once. I made my way around the slot machines and eventually found my dad sitting at a blackjack table, but to my surprise, he wasn't drinking.
"No screwdriver to start your day?" I asked him.
"No, I think I need to take a day off. We leave tonight, I'm still half-drunk and I haven't really spent enough time with you. I think I'll just focus on whatever you want to do today", he said back.
"Oh," I started to respond.
"Besides, your mother isn't even acknowledging I exist right now, so I need to shape up if I ever want to get lucky again," he cut me off.
His words hit me like a brick to the face, "if I ever want to get lucky again," his words resonated inside of me. Creating a raging flame of anger and animosity inside of me that I wanted to respond with such vitriol honesty. But I bit my tongue.
"Ha, yeah, she's probably exhausted from me keeping her up late the last couple of nights. Vegas is awesome." I responded and laughed to myself.
"I knew you'd love it here, but I'm sorry you are here alone. I'm sure you would've had a lot more fun with a girl," he said without realizing how wrong he was.
"Nah dad, there's no way. I've had the time of my life," was all I could get out with a straight face.
"Good morning," I heard my mother say from over my shoulders.
"Good morning mom, you're dressed up like we are going somewhere?" I seemingly questioned.
"Good morning beautiful," my father said to her getting up to kiss her.
"Good morning, John, how many have you had?" my mother asked him.
"None babe, I told Jason I was going to spend the day enjoying our time together before we leave," he proudly responded as he leaned in to kiss her.
Their kiss pissed me off, for the first time in my entire life, seeing my parents kiss actually made me jealous. Looking at this woman wearing this sexy red summer dress, knowing my cum is still inside of her, just wasn't enough for me. How was I actually going to fuck her all day before we flew home if he wasn't going to be off gallivanting somewhere drunk?
"Where do you want to eat guys?" my father asked.
"How about the buffet?" my mother responded.
"Perfect, let's go," my father quipped back.
I watched him stand up, grab his remaining chips, and start to walk away, taking my mother's hand in his. As I followed them, I could see my mother's gait was slightly off, just a slight change in her normal disposition, telling me her pussy was exhausted. I smiled knowing that while he held her hand, I held that pussy less than 30 minutes ago and I would hold it again before we left.
As soon as we got to breakfast my father couldn't wait five minutes to head to the buffet line. As soon as he was gone, I smiled at my mother, saying nothing, just a smile. She looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes and blushed, smiled, and then walked away from the table. She knew, I knew, she was sore. Shortly thereafter, the waitress came over.
"Would you like a drink sir? We have screw drivers, Irish coffee, regular coffee," she said to me.
"Can you bring two cups of coffee for her and I, and he'll have a stiff Irish coffee, can you ask the bartender to make it a double, or stronger?" I asked her.
"Of course, whatever you all want," she said back.
Fucking perfect. My old man couldn't say no to whiskey, or any alcohol for that matter. Plus, he only gives a crap about what my mother thinks of him. I knew that if he had a coffee in front of him that she didn't know was whiskey, he'd drink it and wouldn't think twice. Plus, him telling me he was still tipsy told me that one good drink and he'd be right back on the train.
By the time they got back to the table, the waitress had already returned with our coffee's. I was drinking mine as if nothing was going on. My mother poured some creamer into hers as my father took a sip. The expression on his face said it all, but he never said a word, in fact it was quite the opposite. My father added a couple of ice cubes to it and within a minute the cup was empty. His face became flushed as the whiskey hit him, it must've been really good.
I got up and made myself a plate of food and started looking for the waitress to ask her for a refill, knowing that if I could get one more inside of him, I'd have the day to myself with her. Finally, I found the waitress and within a few minutes she made her way back around with another coffee for all of us.
"Thank you!" my father exclaimed. "This is great coffee," he said aloud, but mostly to himself.
As we were eating my father couldn't stop talking, a sign the alcohol was hitting him.
"How about we gamble some Jason? I was doing really well at blackjack earlier, that table was hot." my father said.
"I was thinking we could explore a few other casino's before we flew back, there's so much I haven't seen. So much I haven't experienced." I said staring at my mom.
But my mother didn't even realize what I was saying, she was staring at my father with the look of bitter disgust. Pure discontent. She knew he wasn't drinking only coffee; she could tell by the way he was getting so loud. The silence from her was deafening as I sat at the table and watched her.
"Why don't you go back to that table and Jason, and I will go see New York, New York John." my mother said to him.
"Are you sure? I mean, if you don't mind, I may win enough to pay for our entire trip", my dad started to say.
"Yeah, I don't mind at all." my mother cut him off.
"Ok, I'll pay the bill and I'm going to head back to the table. I'm going to get another coffee to keep me going," my dad said as he stood up looking for the waitress. Without another word, he walked off, a complete Irish goodbye as he was going to get another drink on his way out. One problem down.
"What the fuck is wrong with him. He's such an asshole to get wasted at the start of the morning on the day we fly back. He probably won't even make it on the fuckin plane..." my mother started rambling.
"Mom it's fine, let's just go to one of the other casino's, it'll be nice just the two of us." I said to her.
"I'm not even in the mood to Jason, I'm just going to go upstairs, and pack shit up," she responded to me as she stood up and walked off.
Fuck, I thought to myself. Talk about your all-time backfires. That did not go the way I had envisioned. As I sat there, I decided that I wasn't done with my fun, my mother was submissive, and she did what my father demanded. I had already seen her submit to me, I just had to remind her of her place and take my position above her. The only question I had for myself was, will my dick work after taking such abuse recently.
As I got to our floor, my nerves were starting to get to me, I should've had a drink to take the edge off. I walked to her door but before I could knock, I could hear her inside angrily mumbling. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but I could clearly understand it was with hatred. I knocked on her door, *knock, knock, knock*.
"What!" I heard exclaimed from the other side.
*Knock, knock, knock* I knocked again without saying a word.
"WHAT!" she said loudly as she threw open the door. "What do you want Jason!" she said as a statement, more than a question.
Never having seen my mother in this tone, I was in shellshock, standing there in total awe of how to respond. Before I could even get a word out, she went to push the door shut and lock me out.
"Wait," I said as I put my foot against the door blocking it from closing. "I want to talk," I said to her.
My mother stepped back from the threshold and gave me room to enter. The hotel room was in disarray, clothes where everywhere, half of one bag was packed, makeup thrown on the floor. I've never seen her room like this, my mother is a very clean person and is always picking up messes. She is more traditional and old school in thinking it's a mother's job to keep a tidy house. Looking around I began to wander if it was the fact that my father wasn't keeping up his control on things.
"What are you doing," I asked her.
"I'm packing what does it look like I'm doing, just go do whatever you want," she responded.
Staring at her in that dress and hearing "whatever you want" come out of her mouth was all I needed. I stepped up to her, closed the distance, and pushed my mouth against hers. She let my kiss linger, allowing my tongue to penetrate hers, letting our tongues dance together in a rhythm, completely ignoring the totality of the situation. She slowly pulled her face back keeping her eyes closed tightly.
"Thank you, now you need to go enjoy your last hours here," she said to me as she moved away.
