Game Night

You took down the folder entitled Game Night, and sat down in the chair to read it. Unlike most of the other writings, this one was written in third person.

Family game night. It was supposed to be simple enough. John brought his new girlfriend to play. So it was John, his father Max, his mother Rachel and his girlfriend Michelle.

"I found a new game in the story," Michelle said, "so I thought we could play it." She took it out of her bag and placed it down on the table. It was called Transformations.

"Transformations?" Rachel asked. "Sounds like a drama from the 80s."

"I think it could be fun," John said. You pulled out the game board and helped set it up. It looked like a simple candy land style of game. Each person would take a card and either move or land on a space to move back.

"This will be done quickly," Max said. "These games never go on too long."

"I'll go first," Rachel said. She took a card and turned it over. She read out loud: "Father and son will trade their dicks: now decide in which hole their members should stick."

"What does that even mean?" Michelle asked. But Max and John suddenly leaned back from the table. They looked in their pants.

"Woah," John said. "I feel bigger."

"I guess we traded cocks?" Max said. He reached over and started reading the rules of the game. "It says that once you start you have to get to the end. Well, I guess we can move your piece, dear."

Rachel tried to move her piece, but it wouldn't budge.

"There's another part to the card," Michelle pointed out. "It says you both have to decide which hole to stick the dick in."

"Well, obviously, I put it in Michelle," John said.

"No way," Max said. "My cock, my rules. It goes in Rachel."

"Maybe it just needs to be a hole," Michelle said. "Could you put them in each other?"

"I'll take mom," John said. At the same time, Max said, "I guess I could fuck John."

"What, dad? What are you saying?" But the board shimmered and Rachel was able to pick up her piece and move it.

"Sorry mom," John said. He slipped his father's cock (on him) into his mother. He did so gently, without trying to fuck her. He just let it soak.

She just laughed and said, "it's your father's cock, it's not like I haven't been fucked by it before. What I don't understand is why your dad picked..."

"My ass," John said, as his father pierced him with his cock.

His father blushed. "I don't know why that was the choice I made, but I had to do it. It's like I was **** to."

"Who next?" asked Michelle.

"Me," said John. "I should get something for having to take it up my butt."