Fucking With Mom and Dad [Pt. I]

*Originally posted by Cross C and copied here with permission.

It was a somewhat odd situation, eating dinner. Ryan was fully nude. She and Kelly were essentially so in their revealing lingerie. The fact that George was still fully clothed just made the moment all the more surreal.

Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the g-string she wore meant there was nothing between her skin of her butt and the wood and she was sticking a bit.

Kelly had her chair pulled up right alongside Ryan's and she was taking care of feeding the both of them. She carefully used a knife and a fork to precisely cut a piece of steak and then lifted it slowly to her son's mouth. Ryan was constantly smiling and Sarah appreciated the happiness owning Kelly was bringing to her baby boy.

George was valiantly doing his best to maintain the status quo, providing the driving **** behind their conversation even as they were both privately reeling from their change in circumstance with their son owning the house and naturally setting the rules. Given that he was a teenager, past puberty, and certainly grown into a young man, it was no surprise that he was making use of that authority to make lewd changes around their household.

Sarah found herself picturing her own son's large erect penis and she inwardly chastised herself. She'd known her son was... gifted in that area. Even George was aware, it was a source of amusement, a private joke between the two of them. Their son occasionally moved about the house in just a pair of briefs and it was honestly impossible to miss that there was a lot going on down there. Still... she'd had no idea just how big that thing could get when aroused! She was actually rather vaguely proud of what her womb had built, somewhat perversely...

And what Kelly said about how he used it......

Oh god, this was entirely inappropriate and wrong! She found herself glancing up to see that the kitchen fan was actually on and why was she feeling so hot?

"...so Chaunda Morrison and her husband will be coming over for dinner on Saturday." George was saying.

"She's your new boss, right dad?" asked Ryan.

Her husband sighed minutely and Sarah was well aware of his feeling on this particular issue, "Yea, technically, sir."

"She hot?"

"Yea... I'd say so."

"Describe her for me."

"Well, she's black and-"

"Wait-" interrupted Ryan with a smirk, "Is that the most important thing about her? Heh, kind of racist, dad."

George's eyes went wide and he started to sputter, "I- No! I was just- I'm not-"

"Relax." Ryan held up a hand and spoke with startling amount of smooth confidence as he took the moment to lean over and make out with Kelly, his other hand fondling her prodigious chest. When he came up for air, he grinned at George, "I'm just messing with you, dad. If anyone's racist, it's me for getting turned on for her because she's black. Go on, tell me what's her body like?"

"Uh.... well, she's young and well, her body is pretty good" her husband sent her an apologetic look, "Not as nice as yours, honey! But... it's tight and slender but she's got big boobs, not like-" he glanced at her breasts before sliding over to Kelly's, "-your girlfriend's but big for her frame. Long legs, small tight butt. Pretty good altogether..."

"Sweet." was Ryan's response, "I'm looking forward to that." His plate was mostly empty now and he waved Kelly's next fork-borne bite away, his gaze sliding over to Sarah, "Hey, mom. Give me something to write on."

Sarah perked up at that particular phrasing. This was a rule he'd made a little while ago, Kelly marking it out on the little whiteboard. "Of course, honey." she told him with a smile and dabbed at her lips with her napkin before getting up. She walked a bit uncertainly around the dining room table to him as the heels Kelly had insisted on were quite high. Reaching his side, she then turned and bent over the table, her cheeks flushing as she was well aware of how exposed her backside was like this.

She gasped when she felt Ryan's hand suddenly grasp her butt, squeezing tightly. "RYAN!"

"What are you doing?!" yelled an outraged George on her behalf, "Don't touch your mom's ass! You're just supposed to write on it, not grab it?!"

Ryan wasn't the least bit chastised by either of them, his hand continued to fondle her butt, "Dad. Dad... I warned you not to freak out about every little thing. What's the point? I set the rules around here and your brain is basically putty right now so... case in point? New house rule: I can obviously touch anyone I want to- however I want to at anytime here, right?"

The indignant air was let out of her husband like a balloon and he somewhat limply shrugged his shoulders, "That's... that's true. I just... I thought you just wanted to write on your mom's butt. I mean..." George rolled his eyes, recovering some of his gumption, "... I don't know why but that was the rule..."

Ryan's firm hand explored her buttocks rather thoroughly and Sarah found herself gazing at the table and trying not to respond audibly as his finger tips stroked ever closer to her womanhood, entirely un - protected by the tiny string of her underwear. She found herself biting her lower lip at the rather pleasurable sensation of his hand, finding herself agreeing with Kelly that her son was talented at this sort of thing and trying very hard not to add the size of her son's penis to that mental assessment.

"What are you going to write on your mother's ass, master?" asked Kelly in a tone that was entirely too sultry and submissive.

CLAP

Sarah couldn't help but gasp and rock against the table as her buttocks was suddenly spanked by her son's big hand. Oh god, why was she so turned on?!

"Nothing for now." remarked Ryan, "I just wanted to see her jump to my tune. ANYWAY! I'm done. Dinner's over. Let's adjourn to the family room and enjoy some video, shall we?"

A few minutes later, she and Kelly were on the couch beside Ryan as he fiddled with his phone. Kelly was sidled up right against Ryan, stroking his thigh and gazing hungrily at his crotch. Sarah had managed to leave a foot of space between them on the couch cushions, but she hadn't been able to resist studying her son's now exposed member without the dining room table to hide it. It was hard not to stare. It laid out across his thigh, though fully flaccid it was as long, if not longer than George's full erection and it was already thicker, a fat sizeable penis that any man would be proud to call his own.

George re-entered the room, now as naked as his son following the rule Ryan had decreed earlier: "Okay, new house rule: While women wear lingerie all the time, any men must take there dressing cues from me, so dad..."

Her husband hadn't really been happy about the new rule but he'd obeyed it all the same, grumbling quietly as he headed upstairs, unwilling to disrobe in front of his well hung son.

Sarah's eyes lingered upon her husband's crotch. She'd seen him naked countless times, aroused and not, and it seemed like he was hanging a bit smaller than usual. She seemed to remember that the tip of his penis usually hung just below his balls but right now that was reversed, his shaft and glans safely ensconced above and between his testicles. She knew that a man's mental state could effect the size of his member and she had no doubt he was experiencing some shrinkage due to Ryan's big cock. They'd role-played a son stealing a mother and wife a few times, the both of them unspokenly aware that their own well-hung son was the source of such fantasies. George usually played the son when they did so, so Sarah imagined he was both dismayed and aroused to be potentially in the cuckolded father role now...

Her husband took a seat at the other end of the couch, looking decidedly uncomfortable. The blank screen of the tv abruptly came to life with a loud scene of raunchy porn-stars in work-out clothes stroking two big-dicked men on their backs upon the floor.

"Ryan!" she exclaimed with alarm and outrage as he used his phone to cast pornography right onto their television, "Turn that off right now!"

Her son showed next to zero respect for her, rolling his eyes, "It's my house, mom. Next rule: the only thing this tv is used for is porn. You got that?"

George agreed and she nodded, she supposed she should get used to her son's proclivities. Sex was apparently his main interest these days...

A few awkward minutes passed, them all silent as the lewd fake-titted sluts sucked and fucked on screen. Sarah felt pretty hot and wet between her thighs and she shifted uncomfortably upon the couch, trying very hard to ignore the fact that both her son and husband were growing fully hard due to it. She took in their entirely not twin erections with wide eyes, her dear son with a long straight fat cucumber bearing an plump bulbous helmet while her husband had his lesser length, thin and curved backward, his glans pink and pointed.

Sarah was uncomfortably aware and somewhat proud that Ryan seemed to be bigger, definitely thicker, than both of the professional men on the screen. Her son was good looking, with a rather firm muscular torso that made George's soft 'dad-bod' look pathetic in comparison, to say nothing of the difference between their cock sizes.

Oh god.... why was she thinking like this? This was her son for godsakes!

"Kelly" Ryan said in a patronizing tone, "Why don't you put that mouth of yours to good use?"

Sarah blinked, sort of getting her son's statement but not quite believing it. Kelly had no such qualms and she slid off the couch to crouch at Ryan's feet, an exquisite smile on her beautiful face, "Emmm... I love polishing my master's cock..." the redhead wasted no time in taking her son into her mouth, immediately going to work with tongue an lips. It looked like the most natural act in the world to Sarah's eyes, practiced and steady in her rhythm.

Sarah tore her gaze away and tried to focus on the television, but that was more awkward raunchy porn and what was going on next to her on the couch was far more interesting. Not that she was going to look- she heard Ryan let out a guttural groan and grip the couch cushion underneath him- Kelly's head was bobbing up and down, her lips split around his...huge thick shaft. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be concentrating intently on what she was doing. Sarah did her best to ignore the heat building in her pelvis as well as the tightening at the peaks of her breasts.

"Uh... Sarah.... maybe we should head to bed early and leave these two... lovebirds to enjoy themselves down here..." George reached over and stroked her thigh meaningfully and she instantly laid her hand upon his, meeting his eyes and nodding quickly. She received his not so subtle invitation for love-making and she was completely on the same page!

"No, you guys should stay." Ryan wrapped an arm around her and pulled at her. It was his house and his rules, she naturally followed his lead and scooted over until she was basically leaning against him. His arm slipped up underneath her armpit and casually cupped her breast. She gasped slightly but didn't protest, recalling his rule about touching. "You're my parents. I'd think you'd want to, seeing how you have a vested interest in my sex life."

George chuckled, though their was some clear discomfort in his manner, "Ah... not quite that much son-sir, I think as long as you're practicing safe-sex, we're good. Uh... you mind letting go of your mother. I think we're going to head up and um... follow your example if you know what I mean. heheh"

That got Ryan's attention. He sharply looked over at George even as Kelly tugged upon his big co- penis with both of her hands and pressed her face into his ba- scrotum "Wait. Are you planning on having sex with my mom, dad?"

Her husband actually looked a bit embarrassed by the situation, his cheeks flushing and his hands covering his erection for some reason, "Uh... yea, sir. That was the plan... heh..."

There was an uncomfortable silence between them where the only sound was the lewd slurps of Kelly plunging her mouth up and down her son's member.

"Well, actually..." Ryan said, his voice animated with clear amusement, "...in my house men must ask permission to have sex with any female occupants of said house."

Silence again except for the thick gluk-gluk-gluk of Kelly violently attacking her own esophagus with Ryan's really too big penis for that sort of thing.

Then George managed to ask very carefully, "Sir, may I have sex with your mother upstairs while you have sex with Ms. O'Brien down here?"

Even before her husband had finished speaking, Ryan was leaning in close to her ear and whispering, "New rule just for moms: Be open and free to having sex with me at all times and anyway I desire." His hand was on her cheek and he drew her face to his, she felt her soft breast press into his chest and for once her own bodily desires and the new rules of Ryan's house were in complete alignment.

"Ryan..." she whispered, panting. Her imagination was suddenly exploding with all sorts of uncouth inappropriate thoughts about what she could not be doing with her son...

Their lips met, softly and sweetly. She felt her son's big hand (big hands, big dick, so true!) slip inside of her bra cup and her fat erect nipple sang at the pleasurable contact with his palm as his fingers dug into her sensitive flesh.

"Sarah! What are you doing?! Stop that! What the-" her husband sputtered in shock and she laid a gentle hand upon her son's chest as she withdrew from his lips carefully, if somewhat reluctantly. Her emotions were a whirlwind of conflicting notions, but the nature of Ryan's absolute rules were a lifeline....

She stifled an audible sigh as she turned to George, "Honey, relax! You couldn't hear but Ryan just made a new rule that all mothers in his house need to be... well, willing to have sex with him however he wants us."

George frowned as he looked past her to their son, "Ryan.... What- I mean... do you really want to have sex with your mother? You have Miss. O'Brien as a ready slut -no offense-"

Kelly popped off her son's cock long enough to smirk and declare, "None taken."!

"I mean rules are rules, of course. But If you continue to flaunt your power like this... I mean... your mother and I aren't going to choose to live here! Living rent-free in the house of our dreams is great but... I don't want to share my wife with you! She's your mother for crying out loud!" George was on his feet and waving his hands around forcefully at Ryan.

The effect would have been better if he wasn't completely naked and his penis mostly still hard. Also if it wasn't absolutely minuscule next to his son's colossal tool. And- what the fuck- why was she thinking like this?

Ryan ignored his father instead he folded both his arms around her, pulling her into him so that she was half across his lap, feeling Kelly's bouncing head against her abdomen. She could feel both of her heavy breasts half out of her top on his chest, and she groaned at the sensation. They kissed again, and she was, of course willing. She felt his hand slip across her legs to cup her mons through her panties and then press up against her navel and slip inside. She moaned into his mouth and bucked her hips uncontrollably as she felt him against both her engorged clit and the folds of her slit.

They broke their kiss, their faces remaining close together. She told him quietly and huskily, "I'm yours, however you want me, Ryan." This was a happy confluence of factors, that she was very attracted to her handsome virile son with his long thick penis and his hefty fertile balls and that she had to be open and willing to have sex with him as a rule to live in his house. She did feel guilty about it, but it wasn't like her husband was really protesting...