WARNING - THIS IS PART 6 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 left off, Jason had accomplished things he never dreamed he would, not only did he sexually ravish his mother all weekend but finally felt himself inside of her asshole. He found his mother to be submissive for him in ways he never dreamed of.
I laid on top of my mother for several minutes after finishing inside of her anal cavity, kissing her back, her neck, and the back of her head. I told her I loved her several times, I told her that she was beautiful and that my father didn't deserve to have sex with her. Through everything I said, she never responded. Not a single word. As my dick began to soften up, I slowly shriveled out of her asshole, feeling it tighten up as I was falling out.
"I'm going to shower and pack up my bag, we should leave for the airport before long," I said to her.
"Ok Jason," was her only response.
I stood up and took one long look at her naked body lying face down on my bed, her ass looked so perfect, red from me spanking it, but sexy. I leaned down and kissed her right ass cheek, just letting her know I appreciated her nakedness before turning around and walking into the shower.
A few hours later we were all at the airport waiting to board our plane, somehow my father was holding himself together, almost appearing completely sober. My father was constantly touching my mother, holding her hand, putting his hand on her leg, kissing her cheek, etc. I found myself staring at the two of them and being both jealous and laughing inside knowing that she sucked my entirety into that mouth not long ago.
The rest of the flight was completely uneventful, we made it back home and everything seemed completely normal. I knew that I needed to establish myself with my mother at home sooner than later, the longer I waited the more she would resist. The trouble I had is every time I turned around, my father was there beside her. She went to the kitchen to start making dinner and he followed her in to help. When she went to her bedroom to change, he followed her in and shut the door.
Later that night, all three of us were watching tv and I thanked them both for taking me to Vegas for my birthday. I told them I was going to call it a night and asked if they needed anything.
"You're welcome hunny, sleep tight," was all my mother.
I stared at her; her insolence lit a fire of frustration inside of me. I wanted to tell her to come to my room. I wanted to tell her to take her clothes off, get in my bed and sleep naked next to me. But I knew I couldn't say a word...so I stared at her. With nothing else said, I turned around and walked down the hall. Having a pity party that consisted of only myself, I began to try and find a way to create access to my mother's body. No matter what I came up with, I could not find a scheme that would get my father away from her.
At some point I drifted off to sleep but was awoken by the sounds of my parents in their bedroom. I could hear my father whispering something to my mother and I swore I heard what sounded like a moan. Instant jealousy. I opened my eyes wide and sat up in the bed and began listening as intensely as I could. I couldn't decipher whether the sounds I thought I heard were real, or my overly sexualized brain was playing jealousy tricks on me. I crept out of my bed and over to the edge of their bedroom door and then I knew. Then it was confirmed exactly what I thought I heard. My mother was moaning, not loudly, but moaning, nonetheless. I could hear her trying to be quiet, trying to contain the sounds she was making. I could hear the sounds of two bodies slapping together as my father was pounding himself into her. Pounding himself into the spot that I claimed for myself.
"How the fuck could she do this," I said to myself.
Every ounce of me wanted to push the door open and show him who's woman she was now. To tell him that he didn't deserve her like I did...but I couldn't bring myself to being this much of a man. Instead, I stood there, like a simp, listening to the woman that I wanted for myself being sexually gratified, no ravished, by my father. The woman that just hours ago, I was the one inside. The sex went on what felt like forever but couldn't have been more than a few minutes and heard my father begin to moan and cum. Probably inside of her. The audacity.
As I stood there, I kept listening for her to cum, I learned from fucking her when she came, she wasn't quiet. I should've heard her explode on him, I should've heard her say something, or moan from her pussy quivering. Could he not finish her? Or did he not care to?
But I felt dejected, like a failure, the way you feel when you played your best but lost anyways. When you left it all on the line and came up short...that's how I felt standing there. I made sure I made her cum, I made sure she got off when it was me, but here we are and it's not me. It's him, he was the one inside of her, while I was the one outside their room accepting defeat. I made my way back to my bedroom and climbed back into bed. Not knowing what to say, or what to do, I eventually fell asleep.
Sometime around 6 am I heard my father getting around the house, he was going to work, which meant my mother was going to be alone. Just the thought of her lying in their bed began to turn me on. The idea of fucking my mother in their bed was hot to me, the idea of fucking her right where he did, set my nerves off. Lying there, my cock was already hard, pointing straight at me, knowing that we were going to give my mother what he didn't.
As the sounds my father made went silent, I got up and made my way through the house, I had to make sure he left. I opened the garage and his SUV was gone, jackpot. I walked back down the hall and as I was walking down the hall, I started stripping off my clothes dropping them haphazardly in the hallway. T-shirt, off. Shorts, off. Standing right outside of her closed bedroom door, I was completely naked. Completely oblivious to the fact that I was exceptionally careless with my clothes as I dropped them while I walked down the hallway.
I slowly opened the door to their bedroom, still dark inside the house, I didn't want her to even know it was me coming in. Slowly creeping through the door, I pulled it closed behind me and then locked it. He wasn't interrupting, if he came home, he could listen to me fuck her for the next hour outside his door like I had done the night before. His wife, my mother, was about to be my sex slave. She was going to cum, and cum, and cum. I was dead set on making her scream so loud the neighborhood heard her.
I made my way to the bed and began lifting the covers up, my mother lay there facing away from me, naked. I slid into the bed next her and slid my hand over her leg and across her stomach.
"Not now John, I'm sleeping," my mother said pushing my hand away.
"You had time to fuck him last night, you will make time to fuck me too mother," I said back to her.
My mother immediately rolled over and looked at me wide-eyed.
"Jason what are you doing? Get out of here! This is your father and my bed!?" she snapped back at me.
"Did you forget the last few days mother? Your holes are mine. You agreed to that, you fucked him last night and I heard it. I also know he didn't make you cum, so do you want me to fuck you and walk away or do you want to enjoy sex and cum for me?" I asked her.
"Jason, this isn't right, we can't do this," she started to say.
"We can, and we will." I cut her off.
