Late Night Movies (chapter 11) - Sex Stories

Late Night Movies (chapter 11)

... before taking a drink and another pull from his pipe. “That’s the thing Bud. Different people like different things. Some people might think they’re being made fun of, or humiliated, degraded etc. But other people like the feeling of the shame. They ENJOY being made to feel that way. Does that make sense?” he asked. “Yes sir.” I answered immediately and I could tell he was disappointed with the lack of thought that went into the answer. “Well… kinda.” I added. “When your br other took hold of you in the truck. He MADE you do what he wanted. He fo rced you into taking his cum. I’m sure that made you feel a lot of things. Scared. Pissed even… maybe you were worried that you looked like a sissy not being able to help it as he came allover you. Humiliation at such a level comes with a LOT of different emotions…” Daddy rambled on before taking another drink and another hit. I was interested in what he had to say but FAR more interested in him talking to my mom so I could watch movies with them. He must’ve sensed my attention drifting and stopped. “Anyyway…” he said before finishing his beer. “If it’s something you like it can be fun. If it’s not, then you don’t hesitate to let us know okay? If there is EVER a problem… or you don’t like what’s happening… you let me, your mom, or even your br other know. He loves you Robbie and he will always look out for you, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes.” He went on. I nodded and he headed into the kitchen. I heard the shower stop and ...

... so did my parents. “Hurry up and take your shower hun so we can get in there too.” My mom yelled from the kitchen and I obeyed. I went into the bathroom just after Chris left it, still full of steam. I peeled my clothes off and threw them in the hamper despite their being almost completely clean. My body on the other hand was filthy! I hadn’t realized just how dirty I got on the course but as the shower streams ran brown water down the drain I thought back to it all. I ran my hands and the bar of soap all over my body, making myself clean. I lingered at my asshole, pushing the corner of the bar into my little hole. Again it stung slightly so I rinsed and continued to feel with my fingers. Soon I had one inside me, wiggling about. I thought about mom and dad talking now, deciding whether or not I could stay up. I don’t know why I wanted it so bad but I wanted Daddy’s cock. I wanted it inside me. I wondered if I could fit such a large thing while sliding another finger in. The stretching hurt and I held still for a bit. When I clinched it hurt but when I opened myself up, like I was gonna… well you know…. I could slide right in and feel my insides. It felt amazing but I knew I could never fit Daddy without it hurting like crazy. I tried to add another finger, just to stretch but it wasn’t happening. The running water left my hole far too clean with no lube and I just didn’t know any better. After I had finished with my shower I dried off and headed toward my room. I could hear ...