Late Night Movies (chapter 11) - Sex Stories

Late Night Movies (chapter 11)

... my father’s voice in a slightly irritated tone talking to Chris in his room with the door closed. I couldn’t make out most of it. Only little bits like “humiliating”, “too fast” and “he doesn’t know”. I assumed he was talking about me. I felt like I shouldn’t be there so I went and got into my jammies quickly. When I came out Daddy was just leaving Chris’s room and he was already out of all of his clothes, carrying them in a heap to the bathroom. He started the shower and I headed into the kitchen. When I came around the corner I was stunned when I saw Mommy’s filthy body standing there bare ass while cooking. I thought I was dirty before but she was utterly filthy from her feet on up. This wasn’t usual… for mommy to be cooking naked. I wondered what all had changed in the last day, what all WOULD change in the future. “Can I have a beer?” I asked bravely. I knew Daddy usually liked a beer right before dinner and I felt like I should test the water. Mommy giggled to herself before containing the smile on her face. “Naw honey. That’s just something special that you boys get to do when we golf or other special times…” She responded but I could see it in her face. She was wanting to retreat, wishing she hadn’t said it like that. “But THIS is a special time Mommy. I know you’re a slut now. I saw you covered in cum and saw how much you loved it.” I said walking closer to her. She didn’t scold me for using the word. She just sat there stunned for a bit by the response. I saw my ...

... queue to press on. If mommy really was a slut then she loved dick. She’d do anything for it right? Even mine? I had to see… I pulled my jammie pants down underneath my small ballsack and let my still hard dick out. Immediatley mommy was staring at it wide eyed. What surprised me most was that she didn’t say or do anything to stop or scold me. So I asked, “If you’re a slut does that mean that you like MY dick too?” At first I felt like this may be too bold but I was told I could ask ANYthing. She hesitated before answering shortly, “Yes. Yes honey, I love YOUR dick too.” She blushed and we both smiled. “Harrrrr… okay I’ll open one for you but you can only have one drink till your Dad comes out. If he says you can drink it then its okay with me.” She admitted in defeat and I was utterly stunned. It was the first time I had EVER won an argument with my mother, if you could call it that but I had succeeded. She handed me the open beer and I could smell the taste before I even took a drink. She quickly snatched it from my hands and placed it on the counter right after I swallowed. “THERE! Now get out so I can finish dinner!” She said and I obeyed. The taste in my mouth was an odd victory as I walked back out to the living room, eager to grab the remote before anyone else did. I didn’t feel different, but wondered why someone would drink something that tasted like that as opposed to hmmm I don’t know, chocolate milk? “And Robbie?” She called out just before I left the kitchen. I ...