Moving in

So I just fucked my mother. We arrived at our new home, and the movers were just finishing up with the furniture and stuff, and there was a mattress just sitting there by the driveway and

You know what, I'm in no state to write this right now. I can't think straight.

I'm gonna go dump another load in Mom.

Oookay, sorry about that. It's the middle of the night now, and my balls are FINALLY empty. A little bit sore, too.

Like I was saying before, I lost control before we even reached the front door. I saw the mattress, I saw Mom's ass wobbling its way up the driveway, I looked back and forth between the two... Then I grabbed that bubble butt (and the woman attached to it) and bent it over for Round One. I was already naked from the ride over, and Mom's dress came off pretty easily.

She didn't try to stop me as I sank my cock into that pussy... Fuck, that pussy. So warm, so tight... I'm getting hard again just thinking about it.

Dad freaked out, of course. He knew I had the right to fuck her, so instead he tried to order me inside. "You've got work to do" and "I need to talk to your mother," that kinda stuff. The type of shit a father can use to order their son around, circumventing their free use privileges. "My house, my rules."

I smiled at him, pumping into Mom even faster. "We're moved here now, right? It's all official?"

"Yeah, why?" He anger turned to confusion; he had no idea why I'd be asking that question right then.

"You made the down payment on this house? Turned over the deed to the old one?"

"Yes, but why--"

"Changed over your driver's licence? Transferred all the business assets to Florida?"

"Young man, STOP FUCKING YOUR MOTHER and--And get your ass inside! My house, my--"

"But it's not your house," I said, burying my shaft balls-deep in Mom before taking a pause. My adrenaline was pumping and I'm pretty sure I was visibly shaking, but my voice was calm and level. "Fathers can't own property in Madreput. They can't own anything... Not when they have a male heir."

"I--What--A male--" He stammered for a few seconds and then trailed off into silence. My sister (who was loitering over by the garage and trying to ignore the whole situation) straight-up dropped her phone.

"It's mine, Dad. It's all mine." With that, I gave Mom's ass a big, hard spank, then started thrusting again. That broke the trance, and suddenly everyone was talking.

"That can't be right," Dad said, then repeated it louder.

"Robert Deegan," Mom growled, staring daggers at him. "You said you RESEARCHED THIS!"

"No way," my sister gasped, quieter than either of them. "You CANNOT be in charge. No way in hell."

It was about that time one of our neighbors showed up: a middle-aged white man, wearing a straw hat and flip-flops.

"Heyo, whatchall yelling about--Oh, hey, just moving in?"

Dad turned on his heel, and I could tell he was about to tell the guy to mind his own business... But the older man walked right past him and up to the mattress where Mom and I were rutting.

"Phil Cooley," he said cheerfully, holding out a hand. "Lovely family you've got here, Sir."

"Uh... Thank you?" Dumbfounded, I took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Jake Deegan. This is my mom." A tingle ran up my spine as I said it, and I gave her another deep thrust.

"No kidding," Phil chuckled. "You're going at'er like my boy and his momma did, right after he came of age--But hey, you're a little older than that, aren'tcha?"

"First time in Madreput," I replied. "...First time in Mom."

He leaned back and glanced down at my mother, who looked away in embarrassment. “No shi—Shoot? I’ll leave you to it, then.”

With that, Phil spun around and went back the way he came, the sound of his shoes flip-flopping on the concrete ALMOST as loud as Mom’s ass clapping against my thighs. He gave my sister a brief nod, then hesitated as he passed Dad.

“Don’tcha worry, Bud,” Phil said sympathetically. “You’ll get used to it for sure. Come by for a beer whenever you need some space, yeah?”

My father scoffed. “Space?”

“Y’know, peace and quiet. Guess you’re not used to this kinda thing, huh?” He gestured toward me and Mom. “Teenagers, am I right? Just wait until it’s 4:30 in the morning and you’re trying to sleep through ‘Anal Jam Sesh Number Six.’ Worse than having a baby, I tell yah. Come by soon and we'll trade war stories, yeah?"

Dad's expression was an unpleasant mixture of shock and rage. “I--I can't--”

"Oh, sorry, am I being presumptuous?" Phil looks back to you. "Do you let'cher folks out of the house for play-dates and such, or is it more of a 'live-in ****' type situation? My buddy Leo--"

“We'll talk later, Phil,” I shouted hurriedly, ushering our neighbor on his way. “Nice meeting you!”

“Sure, sure.” With a final nod and smile, the older man trotted down the sidewalk and disappeared behind a hedge.

After that Dad just mumbled and cussed for a while, and my sister was whining about something. I didn't listen to either of them, though; way too busy plowing Mom into the damn ground. She told me to slow down at one point... I guess my dick's a little big, even for an experienced woman like her. Hearing that only made me more excited, though, so she didn't exactly get the break she was hoping for.

Should I tell you about Mom's pussy again? I was in a trance, it was fucking--

"Jake? JAKE!"

So yeah, that's about when Dad interrupted me.

"Look, I guess I can't stop you fucking your mother... For now... But you have to take this inside. We've got things to unpack, and I saw more neighbors looking, and--"

"Just stop, Dad. You can't order me around anymore, so lose the attitude."

He looked like he was about to scream at me, but he reconsidered at the last moment. "...Fine. Let's go inside, okay?"

I shook my head, then spanked Mom again for good measure. "Try again."

"AH! Hey," she yelped. "Be nice to your father!"

"Only when he deserves it... And I feel like it," I replied, before looking at Dad expectantly.

"I can't believe this," he growled quietly. "Okay... C-can you PLEASE finish... Uh, finish this up inside the house? Please?"

"First of all, it's not 'the house.' It's MY house, and it's our new home. Second of all... Nah. I won't be much longer, so just watch and wait."

"Wait for wha--Oh, God..."

As he spoke, I pulled out of Mom and began unloading all over her jiggling booty. I groaned loudly as I did it, letting out an exaggerated "ungh" or "guh" with every blast of cum.

When I came down from my high, cockhead still rubbing against Mom's fat cheeks, everyone was freaking out once again. Dad fumed, Mom gasped, and Sis was whining and calling me "gross."

"Alright, NOW we can go inside," I said happily, climbing off of my mother. "C'mon, Fam. Let's check the place out."

"J-Jake," Mom said, propping herself up without standing. "My backside is--You made it all dirty. Can you find something to wipe me off, so I can put my dress back on?"

"No, and I'll tell you why," I replied firmly. "No more clothing for you, at least not today. We've got a whole house to break in, and two more holes!"

I didn't stop to see her expression as I picked up my bag and strode inside, leaving the rest for my family to take care of.

P.S. The house is pretty nice, I guess. I'll tell you more tomorrow, after I get some sleep. Aaalthough, I could probably go for a nice, slow blowjob. Ugh, why did I let everyone sleep in their regular beds tonight? I should've shacked up with Mom, or Sis, or both... I'll have to figure out a better arrangement ASAP. For now, I'ma stumble around in the dark until I find one of them. Hope they don't mind being woken up by a cock in their face.