Maybe I could blame my parents or my wife. I mean, these things just didn't happen. They had an origin, a spark, an inspiration. They came from somewhere.
"OK, baby. It's time." I laid back and let Dante fasten me to the table. Of course, I had to make sure my cheerleader uniform was all straight first.
Maybe it was the mushrooms. You know, that's as good a place to start as any.
Damn, that was just a year ago and so much had changed. New Year's Eve at my parents, we were sitting around enjoying our third, or maybe fourth bottle of champagne. My dad winked at my mom and handed Jenny and me some homemade mushroom candies.
Who doesn't trust their parents? Jenny tried one. Fuck it, I ate three. My dad laughed.
"Steve, just relax and let it happen." It was my dad's voice as the room started to move and dance around me. I could see my mom comforting Jenny. Wait, was she undressing my wife? Shit, fuck, hell, was my dad undressing me?
It was all surreal, but I remember all of it. Jenny and my mom kissed and touched each other. My dad's voice told me it was ok. I listened. Then he touched me, and I touched him. Damn it, I stroked his cock. Fuck me. I sucked it while Jenny and my mom smiled and watched.
It wasn't a dream when my dad came on my face or when just a little later, deep inside Jenny's dripping sex. My mother's ample breasts bouncing in front of my face as she rode my cock; that was real, too.
The aftermath was worse, or maybe better. The next morning, I awoke to see my wife, her face buried in my mom's crotch, licking and slurping while my mother moaned and cried in pleasure. I should probably have thought that odd. But I was too busy dealing with the strange and wonderful feelings tearing through my body as my father took my anal virginity, filling me with his seed.
Within weeks, I was a spectator, as my parents used my wife as their toy. My cock in a cage, me dressed in something frilly, a maid's uniform, the same cheerleader outfit I was wearing tonight.
