I lay on the couch drifting half asleep. There was a hand idly stroking my cock back to hardness and I was pretty sure it was mine, but I wasn't awake enough to be quite sure or care about investigating further. I floated almost mindlessly, reveling in how wondrous Samson's penis was and how amazing he was, for giving me this gift of allowing me to worship him, and allowing me to lie here and listen to him making love to my sister upstairs. Yes, now that I focused on it, with my eyes still closed but my consciousness wafting slowly higher, I could hear them ... my lovely sister gasping and shrieking in a regular rhythm as Sam grunted and the bed pounded ... their rhythm was increasing, they were approaching climax again, and it aroused me so much to listen to it, to imagine their beautiful bodies intertwined, her pussy receiving his magnificent cock over and over, that I couldn't help stroking my throbbing member a little faster and moaning quietly.
The living room light flicked on, and someone gasped. "Jesus, Dad, you scared me," said a man's voice, then, "What the fuck are you doing??"
I opened my eyes, squinting in the light. I knew him, but it took me a moment to recognize him. My son? No ... no, my sister's son, what's his name ... How could I have forgotten him? Coming home after midnight from work, like he did so often ...
He came closer, looking down at me on the couch with an expression of somewhat disgusted bewilderment ... "you jerkin' it?" he said in a lower voice. "Where's mom?"
As he approached, I became very aware that his cock was coming closer ... that as his thighs approached my head, there was also a cock coming closer to my mouth. I suddenly couldn't think of anything else, and I reached out mindlessly to scrabble at the crotch of his shiny black work pants. I made contact with it, that warm, inviting bulge, just for a moment, and Aaron -- that was his name, Aaron -- jumped back, almost shouting, "Holy fuck, what's wrong with you?"
That got the attention of the couple upstairs, not too surprisingly, and a moment later they came rushing down, my beautiful sister nude and glazed with sweat (and probably semen), her large breasts bouncing, and Sam just behind her, pulling on a robe that I sort-of recognized.
"Who's this guy? What's going on here?" Aaron demanded loudly. "Holy fuck, Mom, why are you naked?? What the fuck is happening?"
Samson stepped forward. "I think I can help you out here, son. Just take a look at this and I'll explain."
He opened his robe, and his gorgeous, mouth-watering donkey dick came into view, still swaying slightly and shining wetly in the light.
"I'm not talking to you, buddy, I'm asking Maaaaahhhh..." Aaron's jaw hung open as he stared, and his voice trailed off.
"Good boy. Why don't you just stand there quietly for a few minutes, while we work this out. You can, uh ... rub your dick while you stare at my cock."
"Thank you sir," he murmured, squeezing the lump in his pants.
Sam turned to us. "OK, somebody want to tell me who this guy is?"
I was still seated on the couch, nude, and my mind was sluggish. I couldn't think what to say, and for a moment couldn't even think how to speak. I just watched that shiny, dusky cock sway, and watched the young man squeeze the lump in his pants, as the bulge grew.
"It's my ..." Marilyn whispered, then cleared her throat and started again. "He's my son. He's just getting home from work."
"How old is he?"
"He's 19."
"And why didn't you tell me there was someone else still coming home tonight?"
"I ... I forgot?"
Sam raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "Forgetting your own son," he muttered to himself. "That's the power of the cock."
He dropped the robe. "OK kid. You're getting pretty hard there, right?" Aaron nodded, his eyes fixed. "And feeling kinda dazed, and suggestible? Let's say ... malleable?"
He nodded again.
"Perfect. OK, take it out and stroke it, long even strokes. Not too fast. You're gonna ride the edge, never releasing, never relaxing, until I say so. Got it?"
Aaron nodded again, then opened his pants, pushed them down a little, and spat in his hand, rubbing the spit into his erect shaft, all the way to the head, all the way to the base, over and over. His eyes never wavering from Samson's majestic phallus.
As for me, for the first time when Sam's cock was out, my attention was split. I couldn't stop drinking it in with my eyes, of course, memorizing every detail of Sam's tool all over again, but I also couldn't stop watching the young man masturbate his now-dripping dick. It was beautiful. And both cocks were right at eye level for me, as I sat on the couch beside my discarded blanket. I was mesmerized. My arousal was throbbing, insistent, but also seemed far away, somewhere beneath me.
"Marilyn honey, on your knees. This is getting me real horny. Suck me. Give me a good tongue bath." She held it up, long as her forearm and almost as thick, and licked along its length. Aaron and I both watched as she pointed the shaft at him, then at me, as she drooled along the underside, and licked Sam's balls.
"That's it buddy, stand there and stare," said Sam, his voice a little strained. "Feel how much my cock arouses you ... and the more aroused you become, the deeper is your desire to serve, to obey. It feels good doing what I tell you to do, doesn't it? And it's sooo easy. You don't have to think. You just have to follow commands. Suggestions, really. You're so eager to please me, to see more of my cock, you'll do anything I ask without even thinking about it ..."
A pearl of precum appeared at the tip of his cock as my wife -- my sister -- worked his shaft. I licked my lips, and looked over to the young man. Yummy looking white fluid was dripping steadily from the head. My mouth opened, slightly.
"OK Dougie I can see you drooling over there. You want some of this young dick, right?" I nodded, lost, my head buzzing with need and desire.
"Great. On your knees, now. Suck his cock while he watches his mom fellate me." I slid to the carpet and shuffled over to my -- my nephew, taking in the smell of fried food and ball musk, my nose almost touching as it I watched, fascinated, his hand stroking back and forth.
"Now, even when you can't see the cock for a few seconds, you can see it in your mind, Aaron, and you remember how good it feels to obey, and you want to keep doing whatever it takes to please me. Same for you, Doug."
"M-mom ..." Aaron croaked.
"It's okay, honey," Marilyn said lovingly, as she rested on her knees, nude, another man's thick, pendulous balls resting on her forehead. "You're serving Samson, same as me. It feels so good to serve, doesn't it? I love to worship his cock. And I know you will too."
"Good girl. Let's see how far we can go. Take it deep." He took her head in both hands as she shifted position to take the head in her mouth, then he puuuushed it in, and she swallowed, inch by inch.
