April tells you some family history

You and April leave the room quietly and make your way over to the stairs. You notice that the door to Mike’s room is open, and one look lets you know that he’s not inside.

“He’s not in his room,” you mutter, wondering where your friend might have gone.

“Don’t worry about him,” April says with a sigh. “He’s probably bothering our neighbours’ daughter again.”

You put your arm around April’s shoulder as you continue on your way, grabbing a handful of her massive tits.

“Okay, but why is he even up? Mike’s not much of an early bird,” you reply.

“Well, not always. Sometimes he wakes up at this hour only when Peter and I are being really loud,” April continues, ignoring your groping hand. “Peter knows how much Mike enjoys fucking me, and he likes to... Well, he flaunts his authority a bit.”

“Oh yeah? And how does he do that?”

April gives you an odd look. “I’m fairly certain Michael was complaining about this the last time you and the other boys were over,” she says with her head tilted slightly. “But I suppose you were more focused on my body than his griping, mm? Anyway, Peter likes to do things like leaving the door open while we’re having sex... He knows Mike can’t help coming to watch. He gives Mike a bunch of chores and errands when he knows he’s horny, too... That’s called ‘cockblocking,’ right?”

“Wow. Can he do that?”

“You’re asking some strange questions tonight, John,” April says with a hint of concern as you descend the stairs.

“Um, just humour me,” you reply with a awkward smile.

“...Sure,” April replies after a pause. “Of course Peter can cockblock Mike. He owns the house, not to mention all of my fake bits,” she continues with a shrug. “Mike’s my son, and he can use me however he needs to... But my husband has rights, and there’s no law that says he can’t be a little possessive from time to time.”

By the time she’s finished, you’ve arrived in the kitchen. You both grab a seat at the table.

“So your husband is being a dick... Like, just for fun?”

April laughs softly. “Pretty much!”

“Sooo, uh, how does one go about doing it? Cockblocking?”

“Oh, there are plenty of ways. Some men are subtle about it, like Peter, but a few are more brazen,” she replies. “When Mike’s late grandfather Charlie found out that Peter and I were going to get married, he offered to pay for our honeymoon... The hotel, plane tickets, everything.”

April smiles strangely, her face flushing as she continues. “Charlie was a nice man, and supported our relationship despite the strong disapproval from Mike’s grandmother.” Her hand drifts down under the table, and after a moment you realize she’s playing with herself. “I wasn’t a D-cup back then, you see. But at Peter’s insistence, I was taking a supplement that slowly but naturally enlarges breasts and increases sensitivity. We didn’t have the overnight growth stuff you kids fool around with today.”

Dumbstruck, you nod and motion for her to continuez

“Peter trusted his father b-blindly,” April says, now openly shoving two fingers in and out of her slick pussy. “H-he never thought that nice, kind man would have any ulterior motives. I later learned that his father had asked him over and over if I was a D-cup, and my poor, naive husband didn’t suspect a thing even then!”

She shakes her head, still masturbating faster and faster. “I... I became a true free-to-use woman the day before my wedding and Peter was v-very excited about all the things he could do to me on our honeymoon... But his father had other plans. On our wedding day, he paid off the groomsmen to get Peter drunk... So drunk that he could barely stay standing through the ceremony. The... The priest got us through the vows, and that’s when Charlie stormed to the front, t-took his pants off, and pinned me down. He used my mouth for a few seconds, then pulled away... I kissed my father-in-law’s cock just a few seconds before I kissed Peter... God, that was our first time as husband and wife. Then, Charlie, he... Well, everyone watched while he pinned me down again, took my pussy... Then the groomsmen joined in, and the priest... I d-don’t remember many details after that. My husband was lying passed out somewhere, I suppose, and by the time he sobered up, his father and I were halfway to Bali. He must have cum in me five or six times just on the flight over... And then the honeymoon, my God! I’ve never spent so long being held down, dragged around, m-mounted like an animal...”

As she trails off, you shake your head with disbelief. This is definitely a new side of April, you think, deciding what to do next.