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humiliated at my sons party

... the appetite I had seen her display tonight - pushed me over the edge. I couldn't silence my desperate moans as I collapsed on the grass, my cock filling my underwear with my own load, soaking through my slacks to form a big wet patch. I continued to grunt and moan as I jerked and twitched, overcome by the throes of orgasm, the scenes I had witnessed through the window in the past half hour racing across my mind's eye like a fast movie reel. After a couple of minutes, as I was lying panting and practically sobbing on my back on the gravel, I heard footsteps crunching towards me. I turned my head in alarm, wondering who it was who caught me. If it was any of the neighbours or, god forbid, a cop, then I was toast. My reputation in the neighbourhood would be mud. But it was Brent. He stood over me like a giant, his hands on his hips, the sweat still glinting on his bare chest, his baggy shorts tenting menacingly, smirking down at me like the cat that caught the canary. &#034Enjoy the show, dad?&#034 There were suddenly other footsteps, and the next second I was being dragged to my feet, then the bedroom window had been flung open, and the strong hands that were holding me were bundling me through it, so that I fell to the carpeted floor with a dazed thump. The eyes of all the boys were on me, and I suddenly felt an inch high, though I was old enough to be any of their dads. They were all grinning at me with no shred of contrition or guilt, and I heard a few poorly stifled ...

... sniggers ripple among them. I looked down and saw the spreading stain in my grey slacks and turned bright red, dropping my eyes to the floor in shame as the mocking laughter grew louder. &#034Well, Stanley, I hope this teaches you a well-earned lesson about the evils of drinking to excess!&#034 I heard from the bed, and raised my head to meet the cold hard eyes of my wife, glaring down at me with grim satisfaction. Even with jizz dripping down her chin, and onto the bed from her ass and cunt, I couldn't bring myself to hold her gaze for long, and I dropped my eyes to the floor again, feeling utterly wretched and worthless. &#034Well now that he knows our secret, mom, it looks to me like he wouldn't mind joining in!&#034 I looked up again to see Brent and the two other boys from outside re-entering the room from the hall, my son still flashing his sneering, shit-eating smirk. The tent in his shorts didn't seem to have gone down at all, and I found my eyes following it, as though hypnotized. How had I failed to notice how big he was growing down there? &#034Yes, I agree, sweetie,&#034 Sarah said decisively from the bed. &#034Stanley, come up here. Now.&#034 Some dormant submissive programming somewhere inside me flicked on like a light bulb, and I found myself crawling across the carpet to the bed at my wife's directed order. I heard the laughter from the boys growing louder. &#034Stand up,&#034 Sarah barked like a drill sergeant, making me jump. &#034And take your clothes off. All ...