Late Night Movies (chapter 13) - Sex Stories

Late Night Movies (chapter 13)

... pussy. Chris leaned in and whispered in my ear, “When she goes to lick it smear it all over her face.” I sat there embarrassed as mommy turned around on her knees, looking at the pile of spunk I had in my hands. She started to slowly graze it with the tip of her tongue. I felt like I couldn’t do it. I looked at Chris who was looking piss, making angry eye gestures at me to do it so I did. I smeared the fattest, thick gob against her cheek and spread it across her lips. Just at this moment Daddy nearly knocked me over hurrying to her side, clutching his cock. It shot even more cum all over her face and she gasped and moaned as she took each blast. I sat there watching as mommy licked up each drop without even noticing that Chris had already slipped his clothes back on and was lacing his last sneaker. “Awwright.” He said. “I’mma go play football. Some of the guys might come over for the Sunday night game so if you’re gonna be doing stuff will ya do it in the room?” He asked. “Take a 20 outta my purse.” Mom said, still suckling at the last drops as my dad rang them out of his cock. “If your friends are gonna come over you can take them to lunch at the burger shack first. Lil will let you use the phone to call us and let us know. If they’re not coming…” She sucked on the head, her lips smacking as she stopped. “…then bring us home some burgers.” Chris was already in her purse. “Awesome. See you guys in a bit.” He said and took off out the door. We sat around dumbfounded for a ...

... few seconds before the door burst open again. He ran in, grabbed his football and took off again, slamming the door and we all laughed a bit. “God lookit me!” My mom said, laughing as she spread the gooey strands that were now running clear and dripping. “I need a shower!” and with that she was off to the bathroom. It was just Daddy and I left in the living room. “So what’d ya think of all that?” He asked, a slight bit of laughter in his voice. “I don’t know…” I really didn’t. “For a bit I was worried about mommy. Kinda like the other day. I was worried it went too far or she might be hurt…” I trailed off “I know Bud… I know… But if mommy didn’t WANT it she would’ve used her independent word.” “I know. I thought she might. But she didn’t. Does she LIKE to be treated like that?” I asked. “Well… what do YOU think Bud? She could’ve stopped it if she wanted to…” “Yeah I guess you’re right. She seemed happy in the end too. I don’t know… I just don’t see how someone would WANT to be treated badly, ya know?” “Yeahhh… maybe you’ll understand when you’re older… maybe ya wont. Different strokes for different folks as they say. Daddy stood up and stretched in the sunlight. He switched the TV to a football game and headed towards the window. He seemed shocked a bit and took a step back. Then he bent forward, peering through the window toward the next driveway. “Oh shit, lookit that. New neighbors are moving into the Sifford’s place.” I ran up to Daddy’s side and bumped into him trying to ...