Pt 3
As if this was a play put on by a local theater group and mom was the leading lady, the entire house was entranced. None of us could look away, she was magnificent, and if I'm being completely honest, a little bit frightening. My father's personality was strong, when he entered a room, his mere presence was enough to draw focus to him. The scene we just saw unfold before us supported that, he had taken control immediately after the door shut. He told mom what to do, forced her at times to do what he wanted, took what he wanted, when he wanted, without asking or remorse. She was his slave and he the master, his slut, his toy, his woman. By all accounts and at varying degrees that's how the house was outside this room as well.
However, Allison and I just realized that we were mistaken. Sorely so.
All the energy, the focus, the 'ownership' of the room had shifted dramatically. Mom owned it... and she took ownership easily. Not just through what she said and how she said it but with everything about her. There are strong "Alpha" women I've known that always take charge, are always in control. I've never seen a (
what would you even call it?
I wondered) person who was clearly subservient to others, in and out of the bedroom it seemed, but by choice. She allows my father the illusion of control and dominance, until she doesn't. He takes it, until it's no longer offered. Then they switch roles completely, unabashedly and what felt like, excitedly.
The world had fallen away from Allison and I. What we thought we knew for sure we no longer did. With every moment we were learning more, our beaks were wide open and squawking, waiting for momma bird to feed us.
My cock was no longer hard, but it wasn't in the 'just got out of a cold pool' phase either. It hung there, half engorged, free. I could feel the cool air around it, the juice from my sister still on the shaft causing it to feel even cooler. My shorts were still in a puddle around my feet. In front of me Allison's ass was bare, the round soft cheeks leading down to long beautiful legs. Her shorts were also in a puddle at her feet. We both still had our shirts on though, I guess that was something.
I wrapped my left arm around her waist and pulled her close (feeling her ass cheeks press against my crotch) and wrapped my right arm loosely around her neck. She leaned her head back again and laid it on my chest. The smell of lavender shampoo tickled my nose, wafting up from her auburn hair (that she had deftly pulled over one shoulder). We both continued intently watching.
Mom gracefully glided across the carpet, curved hips swaying slightly, large breasts with their small pointed and pierced nipples barely moving. I noticed she had replaced the studs in each nipple with larger ones, each with a jewel of some sort that glinted in the light on either end. Her huge strapped on cock swayed as well, the arc traversed by the tip was wide and lazy. Her eyes were locked on to my dad the whole time.
I looked at the cock trying to determine the size but was unable to from this distance.
Big
I thought.
Really big.
I couldn't tell how big though, there wasn't quite enough light between the bathroom and their bed, and the black color of the dildo helped it to melt into the darkness.
When she reached the bed, she came over to the side closest to us and to our shock and utter terror she opened the closet door. Lucky for us she picked the side with her shelves, not the side with her kids. From our vantage point all we could see was the outline of her face, the profile of her right tit and her cock. If she turned her head and really looked, she would see us, clear as day. We both held our breaths and stayed as motionless as possible, hoping and praying she didn't look.
As she rummaged around on a shelf, we got a closer look at the manhood sticking out from her waist. What I saw caused me to stiffen slightly in surprise. It was huge, definitely bigger than me both in girth and length. It had to be 10-inches long and very realistic, with plastic veins running along the side and a fat head to top it off.
When Allison noticed it, I could feel her body stiffen even further and a very slight, almost imperceptible noise emitted from her throat.
Everything seemed to freeze right then (even time) while we waited to see if Mom heard it. I thought I saw her eyes flicker from side to side for a second and her nose wrinkle a bit, but thankfully she continued to rummage around. She finally found the bag she was looking for, stepped back and closed the closet door.
Allison and I simultaneously (but silently) breathed a sigh of relief and slumped a bit, the tension leaving our bodies.
"Ready bitch?!" She spat at our father who'd been patiently waiting on the bed this whole time.
"Yes Ma'am" he replied, shifting uncomfortably but with an unmistakable look of longing and something else, trepidation maybe?
"Good answer," her voice softened quite a bit, almost maternal now. "Now assume the position like a good little toy."
"Yes Ma'am" he replied again as he stood up, towering over her but appearing smaller at the same time. He turned around so he was facing the bed, moved his legs forward, right up against the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed the tube-shaped pillow, put it against his thighs and bent over it. Finally, he reached up with his hands and grabbing a handcuff in each.
"Ready," came his slightly muffled voice from the bed.
The pillow raised his hips and ass enough so we could see everything. His ass cheeks had spread enough so his asshole was on display (
hairless as well)
, the little strip (taint) that ran from his asshole to the base of his balls showed clearly. His shaved balls were next, full and tight against his body and below that his long thick cock pointing straight down.
Mom pulled a riding crop out of her bag, walked slowly over to my father and let the tip of the crop softly caress the top of his ass, down the crack and paused to tickle his asshole a bit. Then she moved it down to his balls, using it to lift his sac and wiggle it back and forth, then finally softly caressed the sides of his shaft. She gave each cheek one light tap and walked around to his left hand. She put the cuff tightly around his wrist and moved around the bed to do the same to his right.
Mom moved back behind my father, faced his ass, reached between his legs and grabbed the end of a rope we had not seen yet. She pulled it tight and as she did, we saw our fathers' arms stretched taut and heard him grunt a bit.
Damn, she's not playing.
Mom fiddled with the rope a bit the wrapped an end around each one of my father's thighs, close to each knee.
With a resounding SMACK! Mom whipped Dad's right ass cheek with the riding crop and sweetly said, "try and pull your arms out snookum's."
"Ok," we heard our father's very muffled voice say.
We saw the muscles of his back bulge a little and the ropes holding his arms became very taut. Simultaneously the ropes leading to his legs were pulled which forced Dad to spread even wider.
I heard and felt Allison's breathing increase, and my arm tightened around her throat unconsciously.
"Mmmmm," Mom purred, "Mommy like."
