He Gets Wally to Fuck Me

Master Ed redirected his attention to my mom who was bent over the family couch. He stroked His perfect cock until it grew to full mast. He looked at my brother standing naked and sweaty next to our dad who was still on his knees holding my butt plug.

“I'll bet you're ready to go for another round, aren't you, Wally?” He asked.

My brother just snorted, like the bull he’d become. His dick already dwarfed mine, even before it began to re-harden. From over my shoulder, I watched him stroke his girthy cock back to its full nine inches. It was still sticky with our mom’s juices which I smelled throughout the living room. I couldn’t get over how much bigger my brother was than both me and our dad. It's like his dick was from an entirely different world than the rest of us. No wonder my mom was happier riding my brother's or Master Ed’s dick instead of our inferior dad’s.

I would’ve been worried about being violently penetrated by my brother’s monster cock if I hadn't trained so hard with Master Ed to fit increasingly longer and wider things up my ass comfortably for His amusement and my own pleasure. I looked over at my mom and winked as my older brother (her fuck bull) pushed our dad (her cuck ****) out of the way and positioned himself behind me. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his dick, then poked my ass with his slimy fingers. I hoped the lube left in my hole this morning would be enough to cushion his incoming ****.

Meanwhile, Master Ed penetrated my mom from behind. She pushed back onto his huge cock with a technique I’m sure she’d developed with something besides our dad’s five and a half inch cock. She screamed into the couch cushion then turned to face me. She panted heavily and moaned, staring at me and smiling the whole time

My brother stopped teasing my ass and plunged in balls deep with a sudden jab. I howled in my mom’s face and licked her cheek without thinking. She just laughed at me then went back to focusing on pleasuring Master Ed. I relaxed and tried to match my brother’s furious rhythm. I swear, the guy had only one speed: beast mode. Nevertheless, I did my best to position my prostate against his pistoning dick. This was, after all, supposed to be my treat. My brother had just busted his nut a few minutes ago. Once we were in sync, he leaned forward and bit my shoulder in dominance.

I couldn’t help but envy my mom as I watched her skillfully ride Master Ed’s superior phallus. I would've thought her saggy old vagina wasn’t worthy of His magnificent cock, but the sounds and faces she made proved how much she appreciated every inch of what she’d been given. She looked happier than she did in the wedding photos hanging on the wall and I couldn’t blame her. I wished I could have His cock all to myself all the time. Then, I immediately reminded myself how lucky I was to see, smell, taste and feel it as often as I did. Besides, I know it sounds corny, but I loved this family bonding time. Ever since Ed took control, it felt like everyone in my family had found our true selves.

I wanted to ask Master Ed to take new photos of us to replace those framed on the living room walls. Instead of their wedding photo, mom and dad could pose in their bondage gear. I imagined them in their basement dungeon, my mom feeding her giant strap-on to my dad on his knees in front of her, twisting his pierced tits like always. Instead of photos of my brother in his little league uniform, we could frame photos of him oiled up and posing nude like those old muscle magazines. I wished they’d replace the pictures of my high school plays with the photos Master Ed took of me at the club last week. I got to be on display in my puppy gear and Master let anyone who wanted fuck me or feed me their cum or piss. The whole night was an ecstatic blur, but fortunately, Master Ed had someone else record it for us to watch together. Lost in thought, my little boner strained and leaked more pre-cum on my mom's couch.