Humiliating Dad at breakfast

Just woke up in beautiful Madreput, Florida for the first time. I'm still a little sleepy and sore from all that midnight activity, but I'm also feeling 100% on top of the world.

So anyway, the house!

It's pretty great, all things considered. A bit McMansion-ey, maybe, but it's big and it's comfy. Nice deck, huge pool, and just enough tropical plants that I feel like some kinda exotic prince or whatever. My bedroom's a bit small, but--Well, we'll get to that.

So anyway, I went downstairs to grab some juice. First thing I noticed was Mom, cooking up some eggs in nothing but an apron. I told her yesterday not to put on any clothes, and I never explicitly took it back, so she still had to stay naked. GOD, that's awesome.

Next thing I saw was Dad sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over his laptop. He looked pretty grim, groaning and rubbing his temples as he read.

"Yo Dad," I said, startling them both: they aren't used to their naked son sneaking up on them in the morning... But they will be, pretty soon. "Reading up on our new home?"

"...It's NOT our new home," Dad replied. "We can't stay here. Some of this stuff..." He trailed off, glancing back at the screen.

"Yeah, totally. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I... We'll sell the house," he continued. "At a loss, probably, but that's life. We'll rent an apartment back home, something affordable until the payment comes through, then I can take out a loan--"

"Whoa whoa, back it up. You can't sell this house."

"I have to," he sighed. "We need to move out of Madreput ASAP, and we don't have any other assets."

"No, Dad, I don't think you understand," I said, grinning a little. "You CAN'T sell the house. Fathers of adult sons can't own property here."

"Well, okay, you'll have to sign the contract, but that's just--"

"Just not gonna happen." He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a finger. "No. Not ever."

His eyes narrowed, and he sprung up from his seat. "Jake, this isn't up for discussion."

"Jake..." Seeing Dad's anger rising, Mom turned off the stove and gave me a pleading look. "Maybe you should listen to your father? Talk it out?"

"No, Mom... He's right. It's not up for discussion." Moving over to her side, I placed a hand on her bare shoulder and turned her toward the counter. "Bend over."

"Jake, this is serious--"

"Damn right it is," I continued, pushing her forward until she relented. "Dad doesn't know his place yet... And until he does, I'm gonna have to keep asserting my alpha-ness. Not that I'll stop fucking you in front of him after that, of course."

With that, I pushed my cock back inside Mom. First fuck of the new day, and it felt just as good as last time... And the time before that, and the time before that... Shit, we really went at it last night.

I rammed her up against that counter for a good, long while. Dad tried to bury his head in his laptop again, still searching for some loophole... But I made sure we were extra distracting. I was grunting and spanking Mom, even getting her to moan a bit... And that's not to mention all the kitchen shit that was rattling as I tossed her around.

She ended up bent over the table, eventually, tits swinging in Dad's face. Then I pushed her down even further, splaying her body across the table. The whole thing was shaking, and he had to hold his screen steady with one hand just to make it readable. That's when he tried to leave, and that's when I told him he couldn't.

"New rule: nobody can use a computer when I'm not in the room," I said. "Security reasons, sorry. You guys can't be trusted to use 'em without installing toolbars and viruses and shit." He tried to pull the "it's my computer" card, but of course it's NOT his computer. I threatened to take it away, so he stayed.

Now, this next part may be a liiittle bit gay, depending on who you ask, so I'll throw it on a separate page. If you're reading this at my funeral or whatever, definitely skip over it.

Okay, so no homo, but I ended up cumming on Dad. Well, sorta.

A while after I pushed Mom onto the table and **** my father to stick around, I felt my balls a-boilin'. I pulled out, planning to nut on Mom's tits, but Dad gave me this shitty sneer, and I just got so mad... So I aimed my cock right at his laptop.

His hands were still on it (at least for the first few ropes), so they got pasted along with the keys. It wasn't a small load, either... Even after he pulled his hands away, the thing was fucking coated.

"Uuungh... Oh, yeah," I moaned, still stroking myself over the messed-up laptop. "See, now I marked it. DEFINITELY my property."

"Wha--You--FUCK!" Dad pushed back his chair and stared at his sticky hands for a moment, then ran for the sink. "F-FUCKING SHIT! W-WHY?"

"Isn't that obvious? You're my property too." I stepped back to admire my handiwork, then helped Mom clamber off the table. "Clean me off... Then you can lick the keyboard, too."

While Dad shouted and cussed, I enjoyed a slow, gentle blowjob from Mom. She looked a little horrified, but she's LONG past the point where she questions orders from men... And in this county, I AM a man. The man of the house, no less.