For my twentieth birthday, Mom and Dad bought me a fairly new sports
car. Dad managed to afford it by anticipating a promotion at work. I
didn't realise, when I saw it on the driveway, that even presents sometimes
have a price.
I had not realised that my 'naughty secret' was, in no way a secret
from my parents. I had never been very well-built and for most of my
life I could have been mistaken for an underdeveloped girl. Even my
cock was tiny, compared with some of those I'd seen in Gym classes and
definitely when compared with my dad. I suppose it wasn't that big a
leap for me to try on some of my mom's lingerie and for me to grow to
like the feel of her stockings and pantyhose.
A few days after my birthday, Mom and Dad told me that Dad's boss,
Craig was coming to dinner. He had almost decided to give my dad the
promotion, but there was still an opportunity for him to blow it. Mom
told me that we all had to pull together to make sure that Dad got what
he deserved. Then she told me that she had an extra birthday present
for me and told me to follow her upstairs.
Leading me into her bedroom, she showed me my extra birthday present.
On her bed, she had laid out a very pretty frock and a silk camisole
with a pair of matching panties. Next to those were a garter belt and
a pair of silk stockings. Beautiful high-heeled pumps completed the
outfit. I just looked at Mom and tried to speak.
"You Dad and I have known you like playing dressing up games with
my clothes for a while now." Mom said, calmly, "We want you
to be dressed like this tonight, when Craig comes to dinner."
I said nothing and stroked the soft silk, feeling it run like ice over
my fingers. Mom just watched as I admired the gifts and then she leaned
over and whispered in my ear.
"First we need to get your hair styled, it's long enough to be
cut in a bob, so that should work very nicely. Oh and Terrence is not
quite the right sound. Teresa I think for tonight." Mom told me,
her voice soft but commanding.
Mom drove me to the beauty salon and, after consultation with the stylist,
I found myself with a manicure and a page-boy bob. It felt quite strange,
looking in the mirror and seeing a feminine face looking back.
Back home Mom told me to bath and then to lie on my bed as there were
some things that she would have to help me with. I did exactly as I
was told, because I trusted her, after all, she was my Mom.
Mom brought a bowl of warm water and stuff to shave my legs with. She was very careful and the result felt incredibly sexy. Then she told me to lie back and she began forking the foam over my cock and balls, even further back until she had thoroughly lathered my balls and ass. then she used Dad's razor to remove every bit of hair over my loins. I have to admit the feel of the foam and the gentle scrapes of the razor were making me rather horny and my tiny cock was stiff and hard. Mom noticed as she was wiping the last of the foam from my skin and looked at me, smiling a little. She bent over my hard cock and kissed the point, slipping it slowly into her mouth. The touch of her lips was blissful but, when she began to lick and suck at my cock I thought I was in heaven.
Unfortunately, my youth and her experience meant that I lasted only
a few seconds, before I spurted my sticky cum into her mouth. She wallowed
I nodded and slipped into the clothes that she had brought in from
her room. Mom watched and smiled as I tucked my tiny cock into the panties.
When I was dressed, she led me back into her room and applied a little
blusher and a bright scarlet lipstick. Now I looked like a hooker, just
starting on the game and Mom, knowing exactly the effect she had wanted
to create, smiled and nodded. Dinner was catered, so all we had to do
was wait for Dad to get home with Craig. I had barely time to take a
deep breath and look at myself in Mom's mirror, before I heard the sound
of my dad's key in the front door.
I carefully descended into the living room, following Mom and stood
while Dad introduced Craig. Craig shook Mom's hand and kissed her cheek,
then turned to look at me.
"And who is this, Keith?" Craig asked with a huge grin on
"This is Teresa. Say hello to Craig, Teresa." Dad said.
I stepped forward and Craig took my hand then kissed me. He had kissed
Mom on her cheek, but he kissed me full on my mouth, thrusting his tongue
deep. I could taste bitter tobacco from his cigar and his hands squeezed
my bottom roughly. Dad seemed not to notice and slapped Craig heartily
on his back.
The meal dragged slowly on, Mom and Dad made sure that Craig had everything
he wanted, Dad laughing at his jokes. Some of his wit was so blue that
Mom looked uncomfortable and I could tell her smile was a little false.
The caterers were expensive and had a reputation for producing the most
delicious meals imaginable but, as far as I can recall, the whole thing
could have tasted like cardboard.
At last Mom poured coffee and smiled at Craig, as she passed him his
"Would you excuse us for a moment, Craig? We'll just pop these
dishes in the dishwasher and then be right back. Teresa will look after
you, I'm sure." Mom said, brightly.
"No matter, you take your time. I'll be right here. " Craig
answered her, his eyes fixed on mine.
I felt almost hypnotised by his gaze and hardly noticed when Mom and
dad left the room. Craig stood up and walked around the table towards
me. I turned in my chair and looked up at him He was close enough for
me to smell his cologne and, under the sharpness of it, a deeper, musky
scent of his maleness. He looked down and I unconsciously ran the tip
of my tongue over my glossy lips, then swallowed, a little nervously.
"Keith never told me he had a pretty thing like you hidden away."
Craig said quietly, "Such a pretty dress and those lips."
I mumbled something, I can't remember what and sat awkwardly, his pants
almost brushing against me. I could see a bulge forming in the dark
cloth and the musky smell seemed to be stronger than before. He took
hold of my arm and helped me to my feet, then without letting go of
me, kissed my mouth. His lips mouth mashed my lips brutally and he forced
his tongue into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat. I could taste
the wine and the bitter tobacco smoke as he thrust his tongue deep.
I couldn't help myself and I groaned softly. He pulled away and left
me dizzy and gasping for air.
"God you're hot!" Craig gasped, "Wanna see what you're
doing to me?"
He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers to the floor.
I just stared at his hard cock, as it jutted out beneath his belly.
The head was swollen and purple with the skin drawn back. I could not
take my eyes away from it as he took hold of the base of his shaft and
drew the skin further back from the swollen head. Reaching out he took
hold of my hand and placed it on his shaft, curling my fingers around
it. I held it in my palm, feeling it twitch as though it were alive.
He closed his eyes and guided my hand up and down his shaft. I could
feel it swelling in my fingers and he grunted sharply as I squeezed
Craig pressed on my shoulders and I sank to my knees in front of him,
his cock pointing towards my mouth. I could feel his hands on the back
of my head, pulling me closer, until the tip of his cock brushed across
my glossy lips. As if I was dreaming, I opened my mouth and he pushed
his knob inside, over my tongue. I closed my lips around his shaft and
he slowly pushed his cock deep into my mouth. My lipstick smeared over
his hard rod, making it red and shiny as he thrust deeper. I could feel
the blunt head as he forced into the back of my throat, making me start
to gag. He just ignored my panic and discomfort, gripping my head tightly
and thrusting into the back of my throat. I managed to hold on to my
dinner, and it became easier to take his cock into my throat. I sucked
on the hard pole in my mouth, tasting the muskiness I had smelt on him
earlier as he slid his cock over my tongue. I tried to curl my tongue
around his cock and swirl it over the tip as he pulled back. I could
hear him grunting loudly as he fucked my tender mouth. I could not speak,
other than to make very soft squealing noises as he pushed deeper.
Suddenly his cock stiffened in my mouth and I could feel it start to
jerk. Hot sticky cum spurted into my mouth and throat, as his cock pumped
it from his balls. I tried to swallow, but he came too hard and too
much, so some dripped from my chin onto my pretty dress. I carried on
sucking his cock, even after he had finished spurting his cum into my
throat, so that, when he pulled out from between my lips, the only thing
to show how he had fucked my mouth was a faint stain of lipstick on
My lipstick was smeared across my face and the tears in my eyes had
made my mascara run down my cheeks. Splashes of cum stained my new dress
and dripped off my chin like pale snot.
Mom and Dad walked back in from the kitchen, just as Craig was fastening
his pants. They looked at me kneeling with cum on my face and dress
and my lipstick smeared as though I were some sluttish tart. Dad looked
at Craig but spoke to me.
"Teresa go to your room, I'll have a word with you later. "
I staggered blindly to my feet and slowly climbed the stairs. In my
room I sat on the end of my bed, too upset to even wipe the mess from
my face. I thought how Dad was angry with me when it had all been Craig's
doing and how, if Dad did not get his new job, it would be my fault.
I heard Dad's feet as he climbed the stairs and stood up as he walked
into the room, leaving the door wide open. He stepped close to me and
lifted my chin, so that he was looking into my eyes. I felt his lips
on mine, lightly brushing my mouth, at first, then becoming harder and
more urgent. I opened my mouth to his tongue and felt him kissing me
passionately. His fingers unfastened the button at the back of my neck
and slowly drew the zipper down my back. He pushed the material off
my shoulders, letting it slither over the silk of my camisole and fall
in a heap around my ankles. I could feel the heat of his hands through
the flimsy material and I closed my eyes as I felt him envelop me in
a caress. His hands felt burning hot as he touched me and I felt dizzy
for a moment. Then he slid his hands beneath the hem of my camisole
and up onto my smooth belly. I felt his hands pinching my nipples and
twisting them so that sparks of dark pleasure ripped through my body.
I could feel the heat of his cock on my belly as he held me close and
devoured me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and crushing me against
I felt his fingers sliding under the waist of my panties and slowly
pull them down, pushing them past my knees so that they joined my pretty
dress on the floor. My tiny cock was hard and painful, but he ignored
that completely and reached further back to run his fingertip over my
asshole. He found the tightly puckered bud and pressed firmly, forcing
the tip of his finger inside me. I tried to cry out at the pain but
his mouth was firmly pressed to mine and the cry that escaped my lips
was muffled and swallowed in his kiss.
I desperately tried to relax as dad probed the entrance to my ass with
his thick finger. He seemed totally oblivious to the pain he was causing
me as his thick, dry, finger pressed deeper and deeper. I could do nothing
to stop him and he rewarded me with a grunt into my mouth as his fingertip
finally penetrated inside me. My asshole felt as though it was on fire
as he roughly fingered me, coaxing a trace of lubrication from my backside.
He pushed me backwards, so that I fell onto my bed, his legs between
my knees stopping me from squeezing them together. Slowly he unzipped
his pants and pushed them down. I could see the front of his boxers
sticking out like a circus tent, stretched by his hard, thick cock.
He pulled the waistband of his boxers down past his hard-on and let
them fall to the floor
I felt his hands on the backs of my knees, lifting them and spreading
them wider. As he pushed my knees farther back and apart, I could feel
him opening my ass, spreading the cheeks wide and exposing my tender
back door. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing past my entrance,
but he could not guide it into me and hold my legs spread wide, at the
I sighed in relief as I realised that he would not be able to push
his huge cock into my virgin ass. As I tried to lift myself on my elbows,
I felt the blunt tip of his cock find the right spot, well right for
him at least. This time it did not slip out and as my eyes widened with
the pain, I looked down to plead with him or to scream for Mom, when
I realised that he was not sliding out because Mom was there, her hands
on his cock, guiding him into me. Her fingers and thumb could not meet
around his girth, but she could still guide it as he pushed slowly,
but relentlessly, into my ass. The burning pain as Dad pushed into my
tight ass brought tears to my eyes, but he just pressed his cockhead
into me harder. I could feel his cock stretching my tender ass, almost
tearing me in to.
There was a sudden popping sensation, as though something had given
way and The pain eased, just a little. Dad groaned softly in pleasure
and I realised that he must have forced the head of his cock past the
tight ring of my anus. The burning began to subside and I felt a shudder
run through Dad's body as he held still for a moment. Then I felt the
pressure building again as he pushed slowly into me. It was still uncomfortable
as the thickness of his cock distended my virgin ass painfully, but
it wasn't such blinding agony as before. In fact, by the time he had
the whole length of his cock inside me, the pain hat subsided to a fierce
warmth in my ass.
Time seemed to blur and all I could think of was the sensation of Dad's
cock in my ass. The warmth became less painful and more comforting as
I felt him thrusting gently into my tender bottom. He seemed to delight
in listening to the sound of me groaning as he worked his cock in and
out of me. I realised, slowly, that the noises I made took on a disappointed
tone each time I thought that he would pull his cock right out of my
ass. He moved inside me slowly and gently, releasing his hold on my
legs, so that he could thrust his tongue into my mouth, in time with
the slow rhythmic push of his cock. It felt as though his cock was piercing
me right to my belly. he pushed the hem of my camisole up and kissed
my erect nipples, biting them gently, and sucking on the hard, swollen
By now he was sliding easily into my ass, his heavy balls swinging
against my buttocks. Mom had released his cock and was watching him
fuck me, a look of rapt concentration on her face as she watched him
plunge deeply. She watched as his thrusts speeded up, every plunge of
his cock forcing the air out of my lungs and making me grunt like a
rutting animal. His cock swelled even more and I howled in a mixture
of pain and anticipation, as his cock swelled, stiffened and then began
to spurt stinging jets of boiling sticky cum. He pinned me to the bed
with his cock and sprayed sticky slimy cum into my ass. I could feel
his cock slowly subside inside me and he rocked back, slowly easing
it out of my tender asshole. Even half-soft the head stretched my anus
painfully and I cried out as he pulled the tip away from my asshole.
Dad still said nothing to me, just left and went into the bathroom,
turning the shower on so that he could clean himself up. I just lay
there, shattered and too exhausted to move. My pathetic little cock,
well pathetic compared to my Dad's and Craig's, was still hard and unsatisfied.
Mom stood up from the chair and sat by me on the bed.
"You know, I never enjoyed your dad fucking me," she confided,
"he was always so big and it seemed, no matter how wet I got he
was always just too rough and too much for me to take. When I had you,
I hoped he'd leave me alone, or at least be happy with just a blow-job.
He wanted to fuck me though, so I had to put up with it."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom had just sat and watched
as her husband had fucked her son's virgin ass and now she was telling
me that she hadn't enjoyed him fucking her cunt, so that would become
"So you see, Teresa, you can take care of him now. We'll buy you
some pretty things and some training bras, then you can wear them and
be daddy's pretty little girl." Mom continued, then she looked
down at my cock, still hard even though Dad had nearly finished his
shower. She reached down and wrapped her cool fingers around the shaft
and began to stroke it vigorously, her hand whispering softly against
my rod. She bent down and, with her hand firmly against the base of
my cock, slipped the length of my shaft into her mouth.
Her hot tongue danced over my cock and her lips sealed wetly around
the base as she licked and sucked my whole cock in her mouth .The sight
of her head, bobbing up and down on my cock excited me. I could feel
the tightening of my balls that heralded another load of cum to shoot
in my Mom's greedy mouth. With a groan I spurted a thin stream of cum
down her throat and across her tongue, feeling the caress of her mouth
as she swallowed the sticky mess. She lifted her head and snuggled next
to me, her cool fingers tracing patterns over my cock and balls. She
brought her mouth very close to my ear and murmured seductively.
"You know," she whispered, "Boy cum is always sweeter
and tastier than a grown man's. And if you take good care of your daddy,
Mom will take very good care of you. If you please him, I might even
let you fuck me."
The sound of my Mom saying words like 'fuck' in her soft, cultured
voice even coaxed a final spurt of cum out of my balls, which splashed
from my cock onto her hand. She giggled in the back of her throat and
lifted her hands to her lips, licking the glistening trail from her
fingers and looking deep into my eyes.
"I even think that I might be able to take your pretty little
cock in my ass. Not even your Dad has been there." Mom finished,
then ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.
What can a boy, who truly loves his Mom and Dad do?
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