Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 05:11:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Boy Trainer <mndad1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Web Cam Wet Dreams Chapters 4, 5 and 6 Bisexual/Incest

Web Cam Wet Dreams

Chapter 4

Focus Focus

Slowly I opened my eyes and before they could focus I
wiped the warm drool dripping down the corner of my
mouth and pooling under my cheek onto Pete's chest.
Embarrassed I wiped that too.

I was tightly wrapped in his arms and when I looked up
into his face he smiled and said lovingly. "I'm so
glad you're awake." Then he kissed me and said. "I've
been laying here for a half-hour and my arm is totally
asleep."

I propped myself up on my elbow and excused. "Oh I'm
sorry. You should have just rolled me off the bed. I
don`t think it would have bothered me even if I broke
my arm." I quickly grabbed his shoulder and started to
massage it and his arm.

"Ahh! ooh, eeh!" He moaned.

"Sorry am I hurting you?"

"No it feels good."

He sat up and I let go. He shook his arm and it felt
like the whole house shook as he did.

I got up and searched my dresser for something to put
on and as I did Peter said. "Someone's been in here."

"What are you talking about?" I asked with a sick
feeling in my stomach.

"Can't you tell?"

I looked around the room and really didn't see
anything wrong. The door was closed tight like we left
it and the room was clean...

"Wait... The room is clean!" I gasped.

Our clothes were all over the floor when we got in
bed. In fact my clothes were gone and Pete's were
folded and neatly stacked on the chair by my bed.

Then I felt that slight rumble again and darted to the
window. "What the hell?"

Even though I was still completely naked and my window
faced the street I yanked my mini-blinds all the way
open.

C Rrrrrrrrrrr A C K! A bolt of lightning hit and it
was so close I actually felt it through the window.

"Woe!" I lurched back and felt Pete wrap his arms
around me from behind.

I stepped back to the window with Pete almost
conjoined to my back. I noted that I took a couple
more steps than seemed right and realized my leap
backwards was more like a jump.

Then after another blinding lightning strike which
caused Pete to almost meld with me we watched my
parents drive up. It wasn't raining yet, but they
quickly got out along with Barb and ran to the door.

"Get dressed." I spat.

"What's the hurry?" He asked.

"My parents are home!" I jolted confused he would even
ask.

"They already know." He reasoned.

"They may know, but how come they are just now getting
home? Who did all this?"

He looked at me perplexed and then we both looked at
the clock. Only two and a half-hours had passed since
my parents dropped me off at home.

"What's going on here Pete?" I asked with a relaxed
giggle as we threw our clothes on.

"I don't know man, but it's fucked up."

Right when I buttoned my pants I heard.

Click.... Click... Click, click, click and then the
continues rush of hail hitting my roof.

"Everyone in the basement!" Dad yelled from
downstairs. "Tornado!"

Pete and I looked at each other in disbelief and then
in horror. "Tornado!"

We held each other's hands all the way down the stairs
and through the kitchen to the basement door.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Dad barked waiting for us to get
down the stairs before he did.

We all huddled under dad's workbench that was built so
strongly and with such thick wood that we all felt
completely safe under it.

The house shook and we heard things falling in the
kitchen for what seemed like forever. Then we heard a
loud crash which sounded like something big just got
destroyed and I felt Pete try and crawl inside of me
for protection, which I felt so proud to at least
pretence to give him.

Then there was one last crash and rumble and all went
silent. We listened a while anyways just to make sure,
but we heard nothing. "I think it's over." Dad sighed.

We all cautiously crawled out from under the
workbench. Mom checked us all over with her hands to
insure we were unharmed.

First she did my sister, checking her for any signs of
wounds and looking through her long brown hair; I
guess for lice cause there sure was no blood.

She grabbed my shoulders and turning me around to face
a horrified Peter as frisked me like a cop and it was
only then did I realize that we were both still naked
because she clasped onto my wilted dick and seemed to
hold it longer than need be.

She even checked Peter over as if she considered him
her own son, which made me feel so proud of her for
doing.

However, Peter didn't seem to mind at all that he was
naked. In face he seemed to enjoy standing there in
full view of my entire family. To me he looked like
the statue David.

I mean perhaps she was just doing what she hoped
another woman would do for her own kids, but in my
minds eye Peter was a part of our family.

We made our way up the stairs and when we opened the
door we did a mental inventory of the way the kitchen
should look. It was a mess with strewn broken dishes,
open cupboards and broken windows, but other than that
everything was fine.

The living and dining rooms seemed to be fine too with
the exception of broken nick-knacks. We all climbed
the stairs to the second floor and even the hall was
clean, but there were no windows in the upstairs hall.

I fearfully opened my door and all was well not even a
broken window, but then I heard. "MOM!"

I went to where my sister was standing at her doorway.
I looked around her and Pete looked around me while
mom and dad hovered over all of us.

We stood in total silence disbelieving what we were
seeing. There right in the center of her room where
her bed used to be was a car. It was pointed right at
us and on all four wheels. Barbara's bed was crushed
under it, but there it was... A car. A black 1998
Pontiac Trans-Am and it didn't seem to have a scratch
on it.

"Ok kids." Dad rightly barked. "Downstairs and
outside... This thing could crash through the floor at
any moment."

"My family!" Pete yelled as we ran down the stairs. "I
have to find out if they're ok."

"Don't worry." Dad sang out on the run. "I'll get you
home."

"Clothes!" I almost screamed as I was hiding my dick
with my clutched hands. "We need clothes!"

"Well get something." Dad barked in anger. "What were
you doing naked anyway? As if I should ask."

Pete and I rushed into my room and while Pete threw on
his clothes I grabbed whatever was on top of my
drawers. Not caring what matched what for the very
first time in my life, I got dressed and with a bundle
of socks in my hand I snatched up my shoes and we ran.

We rushed out the front door to find all of our
neighbors doing the same thing, but I think they were
more interested in what damages might have been done
to the neighborhood because everyone's house looked
fine. Strewn with debris, but fine.

I sat on a curb and put my socks and shoes on and then
joined everyone in the center of the street.

Everyone just stood and stared up at our second floor.
There was a hole where my sister's window used to be
and the tail end of a car just as if it were parked in
a garage.

Someone and I don't know who had already called the
fire department and they were just arriving.

"You all ok?" Mr. Strickland my ex-eighth grade sex-ed
teacher asked. (He lived across the street from us.)

"We're all ok." Dad answered.

"Opening up a garage are we? I hope you got zoned for
that." He giggled. "I'm sorry, but now knowing that
you are all safe, you have to admit this is sort of
funny."

Even though it was a bit soon for levity it did help
lighten the atmosphere a lot. Mr. Strickland seemed to
know exactly what he was doing when he said it too.

Dad pulled all of us and even Peter in close for a big
group hug and said. "We can cut a hole right through
the dining room ceiling and change the guy's oil. What
do you kids think?"

I don't to this day know why I said it but as if
someone else were saying it I answered. "I'll get the
lube."

There was dumbstruck silence as everyone stared at me
in my embarrassment... Then when I felt as though I
could crawl in a hole; all at once everyone burst out
in jaw freezing, eye burning laughter.

The firemen quickly assessed the structure and told
dad out of earshot from the rest of us that if
everyone was safe they had other calls to make. He
said we had to get a crane to get the car down, but
until then we should stay somewhere else. Then they
all climbed on their truck and took off down the
street.

Our car was still safe and sound in our driveway so
dad ushered Peter and I to it so we could check on
Peter's family.

There was no real damage in our neighborhood, but when
we got to Peter's neighborhood it was like we drove
right into a war zone. Shards of glass, huge slices of
people's homes and splintered lumber were everywhere.

We had to park the car two blocks from Peter's house
and run with him crying like a baby the rest of the
way because the road was like the city dump.

Were it not for his next door neighbor's house being
undamaged and even with a clean yard we would never
have recognized Peter's. It was just a big pile of
lumber with a roof over it.

"Mom... Dad!" He yelled into the ex-structure.
"Sharon!"

I was crying like a newborn. Peter was in pain and I
could do nothing to help him. Dad grasped my shoulders
and then with little effort wrapped his arms around
Peter's waist, hoisted him over to me and set him down
before me.

Peter clamped into my arms and we both cried as dad
began to search the wreckage for Peter's family.
"Edythe! Mark! Sharon!?"

"We're down here!" Pete's dad yelled back.

"They're in the basement!" Dad yelled back to us.

"Are you all ok? Is anyone hurt?"

"We're all fine! We're just trapped. There's something
blocking the basement door!"

Dad carefully climbed over the pile of broken wood and
drywall and located where the basement door was
supposed to be. He hefted a couple boards out of the
way and the door slowly opened.

"Quickly climb out!" Dad ordered while holding back
some other boards with his shoulders.

As soon as they all gathered on the street the
Wilson's had their own family hug and good healthy
cry.





Web Cam Wet Dreams

Chapter 5

There's No Place Baby Like a Holliday Inn


Of course there was some crying, confusion and a lot
of mourning over the losses, but after all was said
that could be said, we all gathered that night at the
local Denny's for dinner.

The adults talked about insurance and all that and to
the delight of us kids when it came to deciding where
to stay dad inexplicably rang out with one word. One
golden word that instantly cheered everyone up.
"Disney."

"What?" EVERYONE stunned.

"Well I figure the Wilson's could move in with us till
they get their new house built and it should only take
a couple weeks to repair our house." He reasoned out
loud more to himself than to us. "I think we could all
use a break so why don't we all go to Florida?"

"Dad... That's a grate idea!" I joyfully agreed."

"What about cost?" Pete's dad asked. "We can't afford
one of those Disney hotels."

"We can rent an RV." Mom chimed in.

"Yeah we can do that and even rent a trailer to pull
behind it for us." Pete's mom added.

"What about school?" Barbara asked and I almost
reached over to smack her. "We have school."

"I think they would understand this." Dad responded.
"Besides I can bring my laptop so you can get your
homework inline."

Our moms decided to take the girls shopping for new
clothes. I knew my mom loved to shop for clothes and
knew everyone's sizes just by looking at us. Besides I
knew my clothes were still good.

Our dads and us boys went in search of a hotel near us
where we could stay for the meantime. However our town
was all booked up, so we ended up driving to Waukegan
which was the next big town south of us.

We went into the Holiday Inn and our dads checked at
the desk. After the man heard what happened he offered
us two separate, two bedroom sweats at the price of
two single rooms and they gratefully accepted.

Dad called mom on her cell phone and told her where we
were. Then we went to check out the rooms.

I heard dad assure Pete's dad that hotel expenses
should be covered under insurance, but he would have
to check his policy to be sure.

We went into one room and it was amazing. Elton John
wasn't kidding when he sang There's no place baby like
a Holliday Inn. It was crazy. There was a very fancy
living room and two bedrooms with their own sitting
area and entertainment centers. They even had video
games, but each of the rooms only had one queen sized
bed.

Out of curiosity I guess dad checked out one of the
couches in the bedroom we were in and it pulled out
into a bed. (Darn)

"Ok... You kids can stay here and play video games
while your dad and I go to our house and throw
together some things for us." Dad suggested more to
Peter than both of us.

"Ok." He said with an evil grin and I knew he had
other plans than just video games. He wanted to play
tag and I was it.

When our dads were out of the room and all was quiet
we rushed into each other's arms and when Pete started
to say. "But what about...."

I quickly kissed him hard and hugging him tight and
said. "Fuck first... Talk later." Then I kissed him
again.

Our tongues sloshed together and I even mentally
counted his teethe with my tongue. I pulled back just
to look at him. I looked at him just as if I were
absorbing each and every detail of his face for the
very first time.

His hair was unkempt and windblown, but somehow he
looked more rugged that way. His brown curls were
almost tangled together and one long curl was down
over his left eye.

His eyes were dark and mysterious, but the redness in
his whites were gone. I could see that he was truly
enthralled with me at that moment as well. I could not
only see the love but he was burning it into my soul.

He crunched his thick eyebrows together and closing
his eyes he tenderly came in with his thick full lips
for a kiss which I gladly reciprocated.

We kissed for what seemed like forever and I took the
opportunity to cup his round ass in my hand through
his jeans and kneaded them pushing his cheeks together
and pulling them apart.

He on the other hand was dead set on undressing me. He
started with my own jeans. (Big surprise there.) Then
with one fell swoop he rushed them down with my
underwear and dropped to my knees.

Like before and as if it were his calling card he dove
in and started violently nursing on my already rock
hard cock. His hums of pleasure vibrated my knob and I
could do nothing but throw my head back in absolute
bliss.

Without looking I reached down and pinching his
shirt's shoulders I yanked on them to indicate to him
what I wanted.

He only popped free from his tight suction long enough
to remove his t-shirt and then latched on me again.

After his shirt was removed I grasped the sides of his
head and guided him down on me and up. He joyfully let
me take control as he concentrated on familiarizing
himself with my loose balls and slack, silky soft
sack.

I looked crooked down so that I could see the side of
his face as he nursed on my dick. His face was long,
his eyes were closed and his lips were extended and
expanded around my shaft. I couldn't believe anyone
who looked like that would ever put a dick in his
mouth, much less my own. he looked so fresh, clean,
cute and innocent.

He looked like the same sweet kid that everyone at
school loved and wanted, but knew they couldn't have
because they just weren't good enough. It blew my mind
that it seemed I was.

The feeling was incredible. Not only the sex, but
after what we've been through we needed to bond ever
so desperately.

I wasn't nearing climax by no means, but I needed to
pleasure him more than I wanted him to please me, so I
pulled his head to indicate that I wanted him to stand
up.

I could tell that almost broke his heart, but he knew
what I wanted and stood up. When he did I stepped back
again only to get an overview of his magnificent body.

As I looked him over I removed my shirt and kicked off
my shoes. When they were kicked aside I stepped free
from my pants and briefs.

Peter just stood there lovingly looking at my nude
body while I visually absorbed him.

Peter my be thinner than most boys, but he's not
skeletal either. To me he couldn't be more shapely.
His olive skin betrays the Blackfoot American Indian
that I knew was in his bloodline.

His boltless jeans hung low over his perfect hips
showing his blue checked boxers. I'm a briefs lover,
but damn he looked hot like that! He only showed an
inward stomach and had no six-pack, but that was fine
with me. It only seemed to outline his inny belly
button all the more.

My hands were magnetically drawn to his pants button
and I slowly un-did them letting them fall leaving his
boxers where they were.

I got to my knees and tugging at the sides of his
boxers I pulled them down slowly revealing the
hairless V above his obvious hard, but trapped
downward dick.

I didn't want to torture him, but I wanted to take in
all of his beauty as slowly as I could. I wanted to
take my time and savor every second I could. I
calculated we had at least three hours and I would
only need ten minutes if that long to cum once we got
going.

His dick throbbed and pressed against the buttoned fly
of his boxers begging to be freed, but I couldn't
resist, but to study the smooth way his loose sack
tenderly cradled his small balls nestled delicately
inside.  The base of his now throbbing shaft divided
the egg shaped duet, but that only caused a look of
luxury.

I breathed in a hiss of air through my stiffened lips
and teeth. Art... he was just a work of art!

Then it happened. His dick could no longer be
contained. As I pulled his shorts down and even before
the band got below his gland his cock sprang free from
the overly stretched thin garment, coincidentally
leaping into my marveling open mouth.

I didn't hesitate to engulf the monster either. I
watched the bald pelvic V and the fullness of the base
of his cock as I felt the detailed shape of his
circumcised cock in my mouth.

I even felt with my tongue the tiny misplaced bump he
had on the under side of his shaft. It could have been
a pimple I don't know, but it didn't matter to me. I
accepted it as a part of him and as a part of him I
relished in it.

My right hand slowly enclosed around his thin silky
soft sack and kneaded his balls while my left hand
gripped his hard round ass cheek pulling him in close.

His ass tightened and loosened as he started fucking
my face and suddenly he tapped on my shoulder. I knew
he wanted something, but I couldn't pull myself free.
I was too involved in what I was doing.

He tapped again and I gradually got a sick feeling in
the pit of my stomach as I defiantly suckled. Knowing
my luck it had to be someone; probably my parents
standing behind me watching with burning rage
everything I was doing.

Accepting the jig was up I reluctantly and while
sucking my saliva all the way off his cock, I slowly
clicked my still wanting mouth free.

I gave his instantly wilting dick one last look and
now drunk with lust boldly and to be sure there was no
misunderstanding I kissed it before turning my head to
see who it was.

There standing in the doorway with a bundle of towels
in his arm was a bellboy who was staring at us with
gaping mouth and an obvious tent in his black slacks.

Looking lost he searched for a place to set the stack
of towels and said in a strange accent. "You ordered
more towels?"

Pulling himself free from my lustful grip I watched
Peter step naked up to the very nervous looking
teenager who had to at least be, but couldn't be older
than sixteen.

Peter came in close to his face and with an evil grin
asked. "What's your name?"

"NNNakita." The curly blond quivered. (Funny I almost
assumed Nakita was a girl's name. Next time I'm going
to listen more closely to the words of the song. Ten
tin soldiers standing in a row.. What girl plays with
tin soldiers? Humph! How slow am I?)

"Where are you from?"

"RRRRushia."

"Wow." Peter said what I was thinking.

Then toying with the boy's tie he loosened it and
asked. "Ever had sex with a boy before?"

"No I'm not..."

"Looks like it." Pete interrupted him as he tossed the
tie aside. Then he grabbed his shirt collar with both
hands and led him over to me.

I instantly got the hint and slowly unzipped his fly.

Not recognizing who I was anymore I reached in and
finding the opening  to his boxers I wrestled his dick
free.

It was unlike any dick I had ever seen before too. It
was longer than either of us and had to measure some
eight inches. It certainly didn't look like it
belonged to a cute young looking guy like Nakita was.

It started upwards at a forty degree angle, but half
way it arched downward like a taut bow. His gland was
covered with a sheath of skin that I had only heard
some men have, but never seen before and he had some
pubic hair randomly spaced around his ball sack and a
little under his dick. I didn't even know you could
grow hair directly on your dick.

I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his slacks letting
them fall to his feet with a thud. Then as though
someone else was doing it I gripped both sides of the
fly to his boxers and yanked them apart causing them
to rip and stretch to the point where I could see the
inner thighs of his legs. They were pretty hairy too
whereas mine and Peter's were soft and as bald as a
baby's bottom.

I wasn't through though and he wasn't protesting as I
yanked, pulled tore the rest of the fabric free from
the waist band which was the only thing left
surrounding him.

I was a wild man and never even let him step free from
the remains of his underwear. I just continued to rip
and tear till they were nothing more than a hand full
of dust cloth.

Then with a feather touch I fingered his foreskin back
and knowing it's what Peter wanted I dove in to
surrounded it with my hot watering mouth.

"Uhh!" He grunted as I started to suck on him and
Peter licked his nipples.

Next while never letting his dick out of my mouth I
clumsily maneuvered him till his back was to the bed
and Peter and I both pushed him till he toppled over.

Now with his legs dangling over the foot of the bed I
snuck his pants over his shoes and continued to suck
while I peeled them and his socks free from his feet.

Peter kissed his chest lower and lower till our heads
bumped and I let him relieve me as I licked his large
balls and under them.

I then hoisted his legs up giving me access to his
ass. (which was covered in thick blond curly hair.
What is this kid going to be an ape?) I dove down like
a  snorkeler right into his cheek divide and sloshed
it with my spit then licked it almost dry.

The hair around his ass tickled my nose. I decided I
liked baldness better, but he wasn't at all bad.

His sack flopped over my nose as I continued licking
and when I thought he was getting ready for more I
started soaking his ass with my spit and left it that
way.

he seemed to like it because he grabbed his feet and
spread his legs over Pete to give me even more freedom
to lick his slightly hairy ass hole.

"Oh I love America!" He jolted.

I looked up and asked. "Want to see the promised
land?" (Who said that?)

"Yes, yes do all you want to." He begged.

I hoisted his knees over my shoulders and Peter guided
my dick head to the throbbing opening of his rectum.

Peter leaned in and let of dollop of spit fall on my
dick for good measure and then I tenderly pushed
forward.

"Uhh!" He grunted when he felt the blunt preasure for
the very first time.

His hole seemed to squeegee spit back as it entered
and when I felt his pucker tighten around my gland I
knew I was seeded enough. I pushed myself home till my
pelvic V collided with his ball sack.

"Uhh it hurts."

"Relax." I eased him with a whisper.

Peter just continued to suck his cock as I began my
slow thrusts in and out of the tight virgin Russian
ass.

Then Pete leaned in and started to lick the junction
between me and Nakita which drove him absolutely wild.
He started swiveling his hips reminding me of the way
Barbara rode me. Then he started mumbling something in
Russian, but I know there were a few "Dah, Dah's!" in
there.

"I'll give you dada!" I huffed almost in anger which
caused Peter to look at me in total shock. Hell I even
scared myself. What's happening to me?

But the feeling was in me and I started to slam the
unsuspecting kid. Our skin slapped together even
louder than when I fucked Peter.

Peter got up and straddled the boy's chest and
surprised me when he leaned down and grabbed the back
of Nakita's hair tightly. He asked the boy rather
meanly. "You fucking want this don't you bitch?"

At first he shook his head no almost in terror. Then
he did it again only relenting. "Yes." With a whimper.

"Say it bitch!"

"No I...."

"Look at it!"

He did and barked with pleading eyes. "Yes... Yes I
want it in my mouth."

"Open up then bitch!" He ordered and I was loosing it
by then.

The mock anger was driving me wild. I couldn't hold
off anymore and I started really slamming the kid's
ass. "Shit here it comes!" I sang out as my dick shot
load after load of my cum in the boy's guts.

I heard Nakita almost gag, but then I got a little
jealous when Peter leaned down to get face to face
with him.

I continued thrusting in and out though my cock had
begun to wilt a little. Probably more so because I
thought that his kisses were strictly for me.

I almost felt sick to my stomach after thinking about
the way we acted and feeling the after guilt of post
climax catching on, but then Peter rose up and leaned
backwards beckoning with his cum coated lips for a
kiss.

Even a little mad I couldn't resist his kiss and
leaned in to give him one. When our lips met and he
opened his mouth, I opened mine. He pushed his mouth
full of his own cum to coat my tongue. (Oh That's what
he was doing!)

I looked at Nakita laying there in total bliss to find
his face and hair still wet with Peter's cum. Peter
had cum all over the boy's face and licking it up
saved it in his mouth just for me.

I didn't even notice till then that Peter's back was
absolutely soaked with Nakita's cum. It was like one
long rope of cum going from the back of Peter's neck
to the crack of his ass and a few other drops hear and
there around his back.

I looked at the clock and demanded. "Everyone get in
the shower!"

We all quickly showered together. We speed showered in
fact, but while in there Nakita told us that he had to
take a friend's shift in the morning and would be
doing room service. Then with the exception of the
pile of rags that used to be his underwear Nakita got
dressed and was out the door only to look back with a
smile and wink before he closed it.

We told Nakita that we would cover for him, that he
had to help us understand the video games and how they
worked so that he wouldn't get fired. We were going to
see more of him before we went to Florida, of that I
had no doubt.

I also think we converted him. He said he wasn't
before, but I'm sure he is now.


Web Cam Wet Dreams

Chapter 6

Reinventing Ourselves


I had begun a slow transformation from the sweet boy I
always tried to portray myself as, but as to what kind
of person I would eventually become I had no idea.

It started slowly that very night. It was getting
late. I knew the malls were closed after ten and it
was already eleven-thirty. In fact my eyes were
fighting to stay awake as Peter and I huddled together
on the couch watching TV.

I can't even remember what we were watching at the
time, but it may as well have been Dune. I was safe
and secure in my boyhood lover's arms and all was
right with the world.

"You going to leave those torn boxers on the carpet
like that?" I faintly heard him as I was drifting off.

"UmmmHmmm." I sleepily hummed.

There was silence for a moment and then I think I
heard. "Ok."

When I awoke the sun was bright and glaring in my eyes
and I was tucked warm and secure in bed with Peter,
(Who desperately needed to brush his teeth.) on his
stomach and facing me.

I got up and flung the covers off of me to find that I
was again sleeping naked. I reached down and felt my
ass hole and it was wet and sticky with what I knew to
be a healthy and still pretty fresh glob of cum.

"Dad!" I reasoned out loud.

"No..." Pete softly corrected me. "It was my dad, then
your dad and then me."

"You mean you all?..."

"Yep." He unashamedly and quite restfully responded.
"Last night when our folks got home they came in to
check up on us and we were on the couch..."

"Yeah?" I listened with interest, but didn't care
anymore.

"Anyway your dad carried you to bed and was taking
your clothes off while I pretended to be asleep. He
started to un-do your clothes and I saw him looking at
me to make sure I was asleep. I knew he wanted to, but
was afraid with me in the room."

"Uh-huh?"

"Well I told him right when my dad entered the room."

"Told him?" I asked. (God his breath was stinking to
high heaven.)

"I said he knows you've been fucking him in his sleep.
He froze like he was busted. We recorded you and Stacy
on his web-cam."

"What'd he do?"

"Well my dad was in the room so he started to freak
out, but my dad walked up to me knelt between my legs
and started to open my pants."

I could do nothing but listen and play with my dick as
Peter talked.

"My dad looked at your dad and asked as he got my dick
out. Does his taste as good as Peter's? Then my dad
went down on me."

"No fucking way!" I spat.

"I wasn't even paying any attention to what your dad
was doing after that. I just couldn't look at
anything. My dad gives head like a high school
football whore."

"Where were our mom's?"

"Who the fuck cares?" He quipped. "Oh I know my mom
came in for a moment and when she saw we were all busy
she quietly closed the door."

"Your dad has been fucking you for a long time, hasn't
he?"

"Nope. He only started after he caught me jacking
off."

"So go on tell me everything." I urged while I started
to beat off.

"Well my dad stopped sucking me and I looked over at
your dad who was still standing there looking like an
idiot. My dad asked him. Want to try some of this?
Tastes like chicken."

"He what?" I giggled.

"Yeah and your dad kinda left you lay there and came
up to us on the couch and then he knelt down. My dad
looked at me and said. Take care of the nice man son.
Then he got up and went to you."

"No way!"

Like I said before I have always thought of Pete's dad
nothing more than an adult. I mean I never thought of
any adult or even my own parents as having SEX, though
I knew they certainly had to.

Pete's dad, Mark had the same kind of hair peter had
only cut shorter. It's brown with big curls, but he
tries in vein to part it down the center of his head.

I've seen him in his house with only a pare of shorts
on. In fact that mostly what he wears at home when I`m
there. He has a muscular build and like Peter it seems
he hasn't a hair on his body. Just two rather large
pecks that he likes to make jiggle and a nice six-pack
.

His arms are as big as my legs and he has a definite
square jaw like a burly MAN, but that's the point.
He's a man like my dad. It's not an unpleasant thought
in any way, just unexpected.

The more I thought about what Peter was telling me the
hornier I became and started to really stroke myself.

"Go on."

"Well I saw my dad start to touch you slowly like you
were going to wake up, but I said Dad he won't wake
up. Go ahead and go nuts. Then I looked at your dad
and with my thumb I pushed my cock right at his face."

Pete even giggled when he said. "I even tapped his
chin with it a couple times."

"Ha,ha,ha,ha!" I laughed.

"Your dad's not a bad cock sucker." He said.

"So what was your dad doing then?"

"Oh he fucked the shit out of you. He had you on your
shoulders with your legs bent over your head like you
do when you suck your own dick?"

"Yeah?"

"When your dad and I came to the bed I even put your
dick in your mouth as my dad stood up on the bed and
fucked your ass."

"Cool. Did I cum in my mouth?"

"No that's what was weird. My dad fucked you like that
and then your dad did the same, but you never came
till I did it. I guess I have the skill huh?"

"No I was just saving myself for you." I said and
kissed him. "Was that it?"

"No... Both of our dads fucked me too see?" Then he
reached down and then shoved his wet finger in my
face. I of course greedily sucked it clean.

"Oh, but I'm pretty pissed at your dad."

"Why?"

"Well while he was fucking you I was licking his ass
and he farted right in my mouth."

"Oh Babe!" I half giggled in mock pity.

"Made me almost puke." He laughed.

"That's why your breath stinks." I finally said. I
wasn't saying anything about it at first because I was
trying to be polite, but it seemed ok now.

"Yep." He seemed to gleam with pride.

Then out of nowhere he said. "I'm starving." Then he
got up and completely naked walked to the living room
area between the bedrooms.

I was stunned. I covered myself with the blanket to my
neck and asked. "Who's in the other bedroom?"

"Don't know..." He answered with a shrug. "Don't
care." Then he boldly went through the door.

I sat there Bashfully listening for any voices, but
there were none. I thought for a moment and then
decided that I had to do him one better. So I flung
the covers off of me and beat my dick like a movie in
fast forward. I came what seemed like buckets all over
my chest and rolled out of bed.

With a good coating of my cum dripping all over my
front I walked into the living room area to find my
mom and his mom sitting completely naked on either
side of Peter on the couch.

My mom was kissing Peter on the mouth and his mom was
busily servicing his hard cock.

My mom even had her hair down around her shoulders.
Something she never does even at home. She usually has
it in a bun like Wilma Flintstone, but she looked so
sexy with it down.

Her tits were bold and perk though Peter had his right
hand over one and her nipples were large and the very
center was hard.

Pete's mom was bent over him so I couldn't see much,
but I could see that she unlike my mom had a bald
pussy.

What is his whole fucking family bald?

I walked up to my mom who looked at me like there was
nothing more going on in the room than Saturday
morning cartoons.

"Oh no you are not going to eat breakfast like that
young man!" She barked and yanked me by my arm to
stand close to her.

She looked sort of angry at me and I figured I should
have showered and dressed, but she leaned in and
started cleaning off my cum with her tongue!

"Yours or his?" Edythe asked nobody.

"Not mine." Pete scoffed. "Mine would be in his mouth
or ass."

Who the hell are these people and what did they do to
our families? Have I died and gone to heaven? Cause
this certainly isn't hell!

Having lost all sense of humility anymore I grasped
mom's head and shoved her to me practically demanding
that she suck my limp dick to hardness.

It seemed like as good a time as any to ask so I
bolded. "Those my kids in your belly?"

She just nodded her answer as she bobbed up and down
on my cock.

My mind raced with questions, but they could wait till
I popped my second nut of the morning. Then I smacked
my lips together and corrected my thoughts with
(Third.).

Sternly and for the first time feeling the control I
was showing mom, I clasped on the sides of her head
and started fucking her face in earnest while I
watched Peter doing the same to his own mom.

I felt sort of guilty for a moment, but after that
wore off I hefted mom to stand and led her to the back
of the couch where I had her lean over it.

I got behind her and finding the opening where I came
through as a baby I rammed home. "Get up on the couch
Pete." I ordered. "She likes it from both ends
remember?"

"That's right!" Pete Beamed and stood on the cushions
and offered his hard cock to my mom who gladly
accepted it.

I then leaned up behind my mom and Pete leaned down
and we kissed while his mom walked around me. She
turned around and sat on the floor between my legs and
started licking mom's cunt  and my balls while we
fucked.

Pete and I grunted at the same time while I unloaded
potential brothers and sisters for my son's to play
with and Pete gave her a savory breakfast.

While I was finishing my last throws of ecstasy our
sisters and dads came in from the hotel hall wearing
Holliday Inn terry cloth robes and looking quite
satisfied themselves.

Before the door was closed I looked past them and down
the hall to find Nakita blushing as he walked towards
us pushing a room service cart.


I looked at Peter, he looked at me and we both winked.