Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 11:02:25 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 16

I followed Trish up, which gave me the chance to
appreciate her tight bejeaned arse as it swayed up the
stairs. My cock was pushing against my own jeans, and it
was hardly surprising given the circumstances.

Dad was sitting at his computer in his study, and he'd
logged on to the site as Tracey had instructed. Looking
at the screen, I saw he'd been greeted by a few of them
but had not responded.

"Don't be rude, Dad," I told him. "Answer the nice
gentlemen."

He started to tap out answers to the greetings, as Trish
peered over his shoulder at the screen.

"They sure know what you are, don't they?" she said.
"They got your number, alright. Tell them you've just
shaved your pubes, and that it makes you look like a
little boy."

He did as her was told, and there came back several
insulting comments. Trish read them out loud, laughing as
she did. She was really enjoying this, having a man, and
the father of her best friend at that, totally in her
power. And Dad was enjoying it too, as his cock showed by
pointing straight up in the air as he sat there typing.
In his wildest dreams, I doubt he could have wished for
this whole scenario.

Then I saw BullDom, Tracey's alter ego, sign into the
room. I pointed it out to Trish, and told her who it was.
She smiled, and stepped back to watch the fun.

"Well, if it's not old degrade," Tracey typed. "The pervy
little cunt with the firm-titted wife and the son he
wants to suck. You sucked him yet, degrade?"

Dad glanced at me, and at a nod from me typed that he
had. That led to a host of more comments, many of them
disbelieving. I stood there thinking we should give them
all a show some time, feed the cam I'd hidden in here
directly into Dad's computer and prove to them that he
was telling the truth. And then it struck me just how
strange that line of thought was to be having.

Back on the screen, Tracey was typing again. "I want to
see this firm-titted wife of yours, degrade," she put.
"Show us some photos."

At that instant a jpeg appeared on his desktop. He opened
it up, and we could see that it was a pretty ordinary
photo of Mum, taken on our last visit to the seaside, in
a halter top and shorts.  She was wearing a floppy hat
that obscured much of her face. Dad hesitated, looking at
it.

"Send it," Trish said suddenly, making him jump.

He did, and it scrolled out in the chat room. I could se
the way he was thinking. An innocent beach photo, her
face not even recognisable. What harm could there be in
that? But he didn't know Tracey like I was coming to know
her. I doubted very much that it would stop there. And
then I noticed something else, how avidly he was reading
the comments being made about the photo. The men calling
Mum names like bitch and slut, and saying what they'd
like to do to her.  Sand I realised that, deep down, he
didn't want it to stop there.

Another jpeg popped up on the desktop, and he opened it
up to reveal a bikini shot from that same holiday. This
time Mum's face was clearly visible. Without any
hesitation he scrolled it on to the chat screen. Then
there was another, and this one was totally different. It
was of Mum stark naked and in the bathroom, facing the
webcam. Dad glanced at me as he realised that we'd been
spying on her as well as him, and I recognised what I saw
in his eyes. It was excitement. But still he hesitated,
his finger hovering over the mouse button.

"Post it, bitch," Trish told him harshly. "Show all these
men your slut wife's sexy little body."

The finger came down at once, and instantly Mum's nude
body started to scroll out on the chat screen. There were
getting to be a hell of a lot of people who had seen that
body of hers now, and no doubt many in this chat room
would copy it and post it on elsewhere. Mum would be
making a lot of cocks harden and spurt one way or
another.

Half a dozen more photos came through in rapid
succession, each of them of Mum naked and in different
poses. All of them were from the bathroom cam, so I took
it that Tracey didn't want him to know we had the bedroom
wired just yet. One particularly good one, that got the
chatters really going, was of her bending down and facing
away from the webcam. Her cunt was shadowed but just
visible, and her arse cheeks had parted to reveal her
sweet little arsehole.  Most of the men in the room were
talking about fucking it, but a few were after putting
their tongues in there instead.

The door to the study opened and Tracey slipped in. It
wasn't all that big a room, and with the four of us it
was getting pretty crowded. Not that I complained when
Trish scrunched round in front of me, and I felt her
tight arse pushing at my groin and my already hard cock.
She gave a little giggle and wiggled her arse cheeks.

"I see you take after your Dad in the cock department,
Chris," she said, turning her head to look at me. "No
wonder the horny slut likes sucking it."

"He didn't get much chance to suck it," Tracey said with
a laugh. "Chris was too busy pounding it in, face fucking
the bitch."

"I'd like to see that," Trish said, turning her head to
look at me.

"I'm sure my brother would be happy to oblige," Tracey
said.
"And your Dad?"

"What's it matter what that cockslut wants? He's ours."

"True," Trish said, reaching forward to ruffle Dad's
hair. Then she twisted round to face me, and her deft
fingers quickly undid the button on y jeans and pulled
down the zip. I wasn't difficult for her to find my cock
when she reached inside, hard as it was. But it still
managed to grow a little more at the cool touch of her
hand. "You going to fuck your daddy for me, Chris?" she
asked, rubbing my cock. "You going to show me how you
fuck the bitch?"

All I could manage was a nod. She let go of my cock and
turned back to Dad. She leaned over him and spat expertly
on to the end of his erect cock. Her saliva began to run
down the shaft. "Wank that cock for me bitch," she
ordered. "While your son fucks that slut mouth of yours."

She got into the corner out of the way to make room for
me. Dad took hold of his cock and began to stroke it as
he opened his mouth to take mine. My eyes were on Trish
as she watched us, and when I glanced down I saw that his
were too. I felt his lips on the head of my cock, and
thrust forward.

"Yes," Trish said excitedly. "Fuck the bitch, Chris. Rape
his mouth for me."

With her egging me on, I grabbed hold of his hair and
began ramming my cock into his mouth. Tracey was still
standing by the door, and I saw that she was watching
Trish too rather than me and Dad. Knowing as well as I
was coming to, I figured she was considering how Trish
might be the next on her list to control. No doubt cams
in Trish's parents' home was going to come into it
somewhere. I was thinking that I'd find that fun too as I
let loose a stream of cum into Dad's mouth. Looking down,
I could see that he had climaxed too, the thin strands of
cum down his hand and over his thighs and balls. I pulled
out and wiped the excess off on his cheek, and then
turned to Trish.

"That was so fucking hot!" she said breathlessly.

Just then we heard the door downstairs being unlocked and
Mum calling out. Trish checked her watch and laughed.
"We've cut it a bit short," she said. She looked at Dad.
"Better get yourself cleaned up and dressed before you
come down," she told him.

Tracey, Trish and I went down first. And it was then that
we noticed the shaving stuff still sitting there on the
living room table.