Late Night Movies (chapter 11)

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Late Night Movies (chapter 11)We finished playing through, all the while both of them talking. Explaining why other people couldn’t know about the things we do together, what I would see etc. It was reiterated a lot that if I didn’t want to do something all I need do is say my ‘independent’ word. There was a lot of talk about different tastes that people might have. How some might enjoy things that others say are ‘nasty’ or ‘gross’. I was assured by them often that no matter WHAT I want to ask about, it was okay and I would never get in trouble for it. I was saddened a bit when the sun started going over the hills and we were finishing on the 17th hole. I knew there was one left, a LONG one at that. A par 5 leading all the way back to the clubhouse, finishing up right in front of it. Before we rounded on the cart mommy lifted the bench seat and passed out all of our clothes. She passed each item to us and we put them on as she did. Mommy remained naked though and I smiled as I looked at the trails of dirt clinging to dried cum on her exposed chest. She had manipulated all of the mass on her face into her mouth skillfully but that left on her chest, it dried in the last moments of sunlight and she did nothing to bother with it. Soon we were all dressed, Mommy dressing herself last and they played through the last hole.When we pulled the golf cart up it really hit me that the day was over. My father must’ve recognized how disappointed I looked. “Don’t worry Bud, we will definitely gold again.” He said in a comforting manor.“But… can I watch movies with you and mommy tonight?” I asked it without even thinking. I didn’t want to blow my load and admit that I knew what kind of movies they watched. Clearly it was a less than tactful move. But my want and need was sincere. I was tired of being left out. I felt I’d earned a right in passage after enduring the whole ‘what you can tell who’ speech.“Well IM gonna pass out as soon as I get home!” my br other interrupted. Rage surged within me. I was so pissed. Of course HE didn’t care if I got left out. HE had already SEEN the movies with mom n’ dad! HE had no curiosity burning inside of HIM. I DID! Why wouldn’t he stick his neck out for me? We were br others! I helped him when HE needed it!“I don’t know Bud…” Daddy said and I believed it. He seemed to be searching in thought. “Your Mom n’ I will talk about it when we get home.” Was all he said as he lifted his clubs from the cart. We got loaded up in the truck, passing through the club house briefly. Frank sat smiling at the counter. “How many did ya hafta turn away?” Daddy asked. Frank said nothing, just shrugged with a goofy look on his face. “Fucken bullshit, hope ya enjoyed the show. You owe me you wannabe cocksucker!” Daddy said in a playful jest and we walked out. I could hear frank yelling something about a great show, and how he can’t wait to see how ‘he’ turns out but I had NO idea what they were talking about.We were in the truck and on the way home when Chris pulled his sweats down around his ankles and sat his bare ass down on the truckseat. It was already almost all the way hard and I laughed a bit, snickering “oh my god!”“What’s going on back there?” Daddy asked and immediately I felt like I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t believe how my br other just pulled his dick out like that and how was I supposed to tell my PARENTS about it? I always felt like I could never tell on Chris… he was and IS my br other and I love him. Chris knew I couldn’t say a word and just sat there with a smirk, stroking his dick.“Go on, you can tell ‘im” he said and it surprised me.“Chris just took his pants down!” I said all excited, expecting a huge reaction. Daddy just looked at Mommy and she smiled at him. Actually SMILED at him! I felt like it had to add more for them to realize just HOW big of deal this was. “He’s pulling on his thingy!” I said in protest.“His what?” Daddy asked.“His… his cock. He’s pulling on it!” I said.“heh heh ohhh…” Was all daddy said.Mommy looked back with a smile, “Mmmm that’s cause he’s ready to cum again aren’t you hun?” she asked as she ran the tips of her fingers karşıyaka escort over his jawline. “That’s because he’s got a big load filling up his balls and he needs to get it out for mommy isn’t it hun?” she asked, smiling and playful.“Mmmmnyesss” he said, stroking his cock vigorously. Soon he was panting and hunching over as he stroked himself. “C’mere you lil fagget!” He said loudly and I heard a ‘hey’ from up front but was distracted by him grabbing my foot. He removed my ninja turtle shoe and threw it down with blinding speed then held my foot up just below him, stroking his cock.“MOM!” I shouted. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. I thought only for a second about using my independent word to put an end to it but decided to fight back instead, attempting to take my own foot back. His grip was strong though, too strong to break free. “Mawwww OM!” I yelled.“CHRIS!” was all she yelled in return but he kept my ankle in a firm grip. He grunted loudly and started stroking slower but each stroke unleashed another thick stream of milky white stuff on my foot. I felt the warmth of it. Chris slapped my foot with his dick, spreading the thick seed around and I was completely humiliated. I tried to snatch my foot back but his grip was firm, too firm to break.“There ya go ya lil fagget. Have a nice man load on your lil fagget feet.” Chris said with confidence that scared me. How could he NOT fear what mommy n’ daddy would do? We were pulling down our driveway as I was wondering this, all the while my mother asking what happened, what happened? I sat there, stunned by what had happened while my br other just smirked.“He… he CUMMED on me!” I said, completely mortified with shame.The truck was silent for a bit while daddy shut the engine off. “He ‘came’ on you.” Was all daddy said at first. When he said it again Chris smiled even bigger.“It’s allover my foot!” I yelled.“Well if YOU don’t want it I know a slut who DOES.” He said, smiling at my mother. Dad got out of the car and let Chris out just after he pulled his sweats up. I just kind of sat there, still frozen by what had happened when I realized Mom had already gotten out and was scooting the seat forward. She grabbed my foot and examined it like a doctor and I began to laugh at the tickling of her fingernails.“Doesn’t HURT does it?” She asked and I shook my head. I really saw what a slut my mother was though when she started to suck up the still thick strands of semen that clung to my dirty foot. She savored in it. She loved it. She moaned as she sucked it up and I began to feel less ashamed and more jealous I was missing out. She looked up at me just as she sucked the last thick gob from my pantleg, her eyes smiling. I wasn’t offended anymore but nobody really cared. Daddy and Chris were already in the house and mommy mearly told me to hurry up before hurrying inside herself.I put my shoe on and hurried inside. I could hear the shower already started and saw my br other run from his room into the bathroom naked, slamming the door behind him. When I made my way to the living room I saw dad turning the TV on and sitting down while I heard mom clacking around in the kitchen getting dinner going. “Mmmm I’m starved.” Daddy said and I repeated the phrase as he settled on the latter half of a Star Trek episode.“Chops or Chicken?” Mom yelled from the kitchen.“Chops…” Daddy yelled, “With shrooms n rice!” he added at the last second and pulled me in close as I sat next to him. I wanted to ask him if he’d talked to mommy yet even though I knew he hadn’t a free moment since we got home. Instead I asked him if he wanted a beer and he smiled brightly at that. I went into the kitchen and saw mommy lovingly preparing dinner as I grabbed a silver can from the fridge. She looked at me as I closed it.“It’s for Daddy!” I said, worried I’d get into trouble.“I know hun, off ya go.” She said with a smile and went back to what she was doing.I came back to find Daddy loading some green stuff into his pipe. He hadn’t ever smoked while I was awake before so it really caught me by surprise. I handed him his karşıyaka escort bayan beer and watched his every move as he lit the end, inhaled deep then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke toward the television screen smiling. He took a big drink then leaned back into the couch looking at me.“So what’d ya think of today, Bud?” Daddy asked kicking off his shoes. I had no idea how to answer that. I was feeling a crazy amount of things, curiosity burning within me. I still felt timid when it came to asking such bold questions though. “What did ya think of seeing your mother treated like a slut?” He asked specifically.“I thought…” I hesitated in answering. I wasn’t sure what I should be saying and that scared me. “I thought it was a little weird at first. I thought she’d be… I don’t know unhappy being made fun of. She seemed VERY happy though so it made it fun.”Daddy looked deep in thought for a bit before taking a drink and another pull from his pipe. “That’s the thing Bud. Different people like different things. Some people might think they’re being made fun of, or humiliated, degraded etc. But other people like the feeling of the shame. They ENJOY being made to feel that way. Does that make sense?” he asked.“Yes sir.” I answered immediately and I could tell he was disappointed with the lack of thought that went into the answer. “Well… kinda.” I added.“When your br other took hold of you in the truck. He MADE you do what he wanted. He fo rced you into taking his cum. I’m sure that made you feel a lot of things. Scared. Pissed even… maybe you were worried that you looked like a sissy not being able to help it as he came allover you. Humiliation at such a level comes with a LOT of different emotions…” Daddy rambled on before taking another drink and another hit. I was interested in what he had to say but FAR more interested in him talking to my mom so I could watch movies with them. He must’ve sensed my attention drifting and stopped. “Anyyway…” he said before finishing his beer. “If it’s something you like it can be fun. If it’s not, then you don’t hesitate to let us know okay? If there is EVER a problem… or you don’t like what’s happening… you let me, your mom, or even your br other know. He loves you Robbie and he will always look out for you, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes.” He went on. I nodded and he headed into the kitchen. I heard the shower stop and so did my parents.“Hurry up and take your shower hun so we can get in there too.” My mom yelled from the kitchen and I obeyed. I went into the bathroom just after Chris left it, still full of steam. I peeled my clothes off and threw them in the hamper despite their being almost completely clean. My body on the other hand was filthy! I hadn’t realized just how dirty I got on the course but as the shower streams ran brown water down the drain I thought back to it all.I ran my hands and the bar of soap all over my body, making myself clean. I lingered at my asshole, pushing the corner of the bar into my little hole. Again it stung slightly so I rinsed and continued to feel with my fingers. Soon I had one inside me, wiggling about. I thought about mom and dad talking now, deciding whether or not I could stay up. I don’t know why I wanted it so bad but I wanted Daddy’s cock. I wanted it inside me. I wondered if I could fit such a large thing while sliding another finger in. The stretching hurt and I held still for a bit. When I clinched it hurt but when I opened myself up, like I was gonna… well you know…. I could slide right in and feel my insides. It felt amazing but I knew I could never fit Daddy without it hurting like crazy. I tried to add another finger, just to stretch but it wasn’t happening. The running water left my hole far too clean with no lube and I just didn’t know any better.After I had finished with my shower I dried off and headed toward my room. I could hear my father’s voice in a slightly irritated tone talking to Chris in his room with the door closed. I couldn’t make out most of it. Only little bits like “humiliating”, “too fast” and “he doesn’t know”. escort karşıyaka I assumed he was talking about me. I felt like I shouldn’t be there so I went and got into my jammies quickly. When I came out Daddy was just leaving Chris’s room and he was already out of all of his clothes, carrying them in a heap to the bathroom. He started the shower and I headed into the kitchen. When I came around the corner I was stunned when I saw Mommy’s filthy body standing there bare ass while cooking. I thought I was dirty before but she was utterly filthy from her feet on up. This wasn’t usual… for mommy to be cooking naked. I wondered what all had changed in the last day, what all WOULD change in the future.“Can I have a beer?” I asked bravely. I knew Daddy usually liked a beer right before dinner and I felt like I should test the water.Mommy giggled to herself before containing the smile on her face. “Naw honey. That’s just something special that you boys get to do when we golf or other special times…” She responded but I could see it in her face. She was wanting to retreat, wishing she hadn’t said it like that.“But THIS is a special time Mommy. I know you’re a slut now. I saw you covered in cum and saw how much you loved it.” I said walking closer to her. She didn’t scold me for using the word. She just sat there stunned for a bit by the response. I saw my queue to press on. If mommy really was a slut then she loved dick. She’d do anything for it right? Even mine? I had to see…I pulled my jammie pants down underneath my small ballsack and let my still hard dick out. Immediatley mommy was staring at it wide eyed. What surprised me most was that she didn’t say or do anything to stop or scold me. So I asked, “If you’re a slut does that mean that you like MY dick too?” At first I felt like this may be too bold but I was told I could ask ANYthing. She hesitated before answering shortly, “Yes. Yes honey, I love YOUR dick too.” She blushed and we both smiled. “Harrrrr… okay I’ll open one for you but you can only have one drink till your Dad comes out. If he says you can drink it then its okay with me.” She admitted in defeat and I was utterly stunned. It was the first time I had EVER won an argument with my mother, if you could call it that but I had succeeded. She handed me the open beer and I could smell the taste before I even took a drink. She quickly snatched it from my hands and placed it on the counter right after I swallowed. “THERE! Now get out so I can finish dinner!” She said and I obeyed. The taste in my mouth was an odd victory as I walked back out to the living room, eager to grab the remote before anyone else did. I didn’t feel different, but wondered why someone would drink something that tasted like that as opposed to hmmm I don’t know, chocolate milk?“And Robbie?” She called out just before I left the kitchen. I turned and looked at her. She looked serious. I waited. “It’s okay to talk like that when we’re having, ‘taboo fun’ and it’s just us. I want to make sure you know that you can’t talk like that ALL the time. Got it?” I nodded with a smile and she returned the gesture just before I turned and left.I scored my place on the couch and snagged the remote turning it to Nickelodeon. I was in heaven seeing that one of my favorite shows, ‘Doug’ was on. I settled in during the theme song and Mommy left the kitchen heading down the hall. The aroma’s poured out, making my mouth salivate. Suddenly I was starving. Daddy and Chris came out and joined me eventually. Whenever this happened I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them took control and changed the channel but tonight I didn’t mind as much when Dad said that wonder years was on. I obediently switched it to the channel and we watched as he smoked and drank, the smells from the kitchen growing thicker and richer.Mommy came back out wearing the same see-through nightie I saw her in the other night. She served each of us our dinners before sitting down with her own and we all dug in. It wasn’t until we had finished our dinner that I remembered my open beer as I watched Daddy drink his.“My beer!?” I protested.“You can have some another night Bud. I want you to be clear headed tonight. This’s important.” He said and my mind started racing. Did this mean…? Was I gonna be allowed to…?“So I can…?” I asked, trailing off was my face surely showed my excitement.“Yes… You can watch movies with us tonight.” Daddy said…

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