Late Night Movies (chapter 13) - Sex Stories

Late Night Movies (chapter 13)

... know! I know!” Chris interrupted. “But with all that in mind… what we talked about… she’s mine now?” He asked. His expression did nothing to hide his excitement. Daddy looked at Mommy, still rubbing her feet. She smiled at her husband and then looked to her first born. “Yes honey… I’m YOUR slut.” She said proudly. Chris beamed. “And I don’t have to worry about hiding stuff I wanna do in front of Robbie? Even if it’s something that he hasn’t had a lesson in yet?” He asked but his face didn’t look too hopeful. Every k id has asked their parents something that they already knew the answer to and judging by his expression my br other expected to be turned down here. “Well I’d like to think that you’d keep your b*****r in mind at ALL times the way the rest of the f****y keeps YOU in mind. But yes, you’re right. The agreement was that when Robbie was old enough to know then… well you know what the agreement was so no… you DON’T have to worry about hiding any of it anymore.” Daddy finished but Chris had already taken his jersey off, his shoes were already kicked across the room and he was walking toward mommy with a tent pitched in his sweats. Daddy stopped rubbing mommy’s feet and scooted over a bit, still watching them. I stood there frozen, unable to look away. “I want proof…” My br other said, again with that confidence that seemed scary to me. He leaned in and starting kissing her passionately. I could see their mouths open and their tongues rubbing against each other when ...

... mommy really started getting into it. She moaned and sucked on his lower lip before he abruptly stopped and spat in her face. It caught us all off guard I think. Mommy’s face was particularly shocked and frozen in that pose as the goo ran down her nose and cheeks. Then something happened that surprised me even more. She SMILED! She stretched her tongue out and caught the stream running down her face and actually TASTED it! She opened her eyes and there were tiny bridges between her lashes but she still smiled, even as Chris grabbed and pulled her hair back sharply. I almost busted in at that moment. I didn’t know how to feel about seeing him treat our mom like this. She cared for us, loved us, treated us well and Chris looked a second short from beating the shit out of her. I found myself hurrying toward them but Daddy caught my wrist and pulled me closer to him. Was he really going to let this happen or was it all an act? They started kissing again but I could see that the grasp on my mom’s hair had not lightened up at all. Her gasped told me I was right but she eagerly sucked on her boy’s tongue. Chris was whispering something fiercely to her face, I couldn’t make out some of it. He started by saying, “Oh my fucking god LOOK at you!?” to which mommy merely whimpered. “You know what you are? You know what you fucking ARE!?” he asked harshly while yanking back again. “Yehesss!” She responded. Chris muttered something else I couldn’t make out before she cried out, “I’m a fucking ...