Chapter 6

Before my parents returned from the patio, I went into my room and Shayna settled onto her blanket. Soon she was snoring as I tried to concentrate on my paper. But that didn’t last long since, after washing up, my dad dragged my mother behind him to their bedroom.

As her moans became screams of pleasure, I turned up my music and, giving up on the homework, roamed around the internet. For the record, I could find no one as hot as my mother. I tried. God knows I tried, but the images of her splayed out on the chair, crying out as Shayna ate her. Or with my dad’s fingers deep in her shiny black hair as she sucked him dry ... Well, I gave up on that and looked up just in time to catch my dad, yawning, stumble into my room.

Once I turned off the music, I could hear their shower running as I trailed him into my bathroom for my bath. As I lay in the bubbles, the water shut off and I heard my mother talking with dad, but she didn’t make an appearance. Instead, she followed him out. As she passed the doorway, all the air in my lungs leaped from my lips as my shaft surged upwards.

Perhaps in partial deference to my dad’s concerns, she now wore panties under her sheer crimson robe. But they were nothing more than a tiny red lace triangle high on her hips. When she turned with a wink over her shoulder, my chest froze. They had no back; only red strings surrounded her bare, quivering white butt.

After about a half hour, the water was getting cooler. With a grin, dad returned, dried me and slid me into bed before taking Shayna into the yard. After she was done, she returned to curl up tight on her blanket. With a loud yawn, she rested her muzzle on her paws; eyes still on me, but fluttering. I let loose a long yawn just as my dad slipped into my room.

“Are you okay?” He ran his fingers through my hair as he looked down into my eyes. But then glanced out as my mother walked from the kitchen to the main room. Under her swaying, gleaming black mane, the transparent robe trailed behind her shapely silhouette. “Your mother ... Uh, she—”

“It’s okay, dad.” He gazed down and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. “I ... I’ll be fine. It’s just ... It’s just, uh, different.” As much as I wanted to say “not normal,” I settled for different.

Dad let a chuckle slip from him before pulling his hand away. “Shayna is your dog. She—”

“No problem, dad. Shayna enjoyed it and...”

His eyes twinkled, and we both laughed under our breath at the same time before he nodded and whispered. “Yeah, your mom enjoyed it, too.”

But he swallowed, and that conflicted look appeared once more as he gazed out at her, now sitting and watching the television. He chewed his lips and turned to me. “She’s ... she’s going to be okay. I just want you to know that, Kyle.”

“I know, dad. Whatever happens, we’re a family, right?”

He nodded, ran his fingers through my hair, and headed for the door.

“Good night, Kyle.”

“Good night, dad.”

He stopped and looked down at the curled up dog watching him. “Good night Shayna. Good girl.”

As her tail slowly thumped the blanket, the golden flecks in her sleepy-looking emerald eyes sparkled in the light from the doorway until he tugged the door closed.

My eyes were just fluttering shut when the door crept open. My mother leaned in, a grin on her face. In the distance, my father was talking to a client in his office. When she caught my open eyes, her grin widened; she slid inside and pulled the door shut behind her.

“How’s mommy’s baby boy?” She licked her lips as she settled onto the bed beside me.

While I struggled for air, her fingernails drifted down my chest. With a gleam, her eyes flicked to the rising bulge under the covers as she bit her lower lip. The gold flecks on her blood-red nails glinted in the nightlight’s amber glow as their sharp edges caught on the sheet, dragging it downwards.

“Fine, uh, mom,” is all I could force out before hissing when her fingers glided along my shaft. Tingles raced through my body.

“Oh, I’ve been so naughty, haven’t I?” Her eyes widened as she scooped my balls into her palm. A groan fell from my lips when she raised them before adding. “So full. All my fault.”

When I gulped, she stared deep into my eyes and smiled. “Mommy will make this better.” She glanced at the closed door before returning to me. “Our little secret, right?”

Though I tried to nod, my neck tensed as soon as her other hand landed on my shaft and stroked upwards. All I could do was suck in air as her eyes shone down at me.

“It’s so nice, Kyle. Such a pretty cock.” Her teeth sank deep into the corner of her lower lip while her hand slid downwards.

As I stared at her bare chest under the sheer robe, her fingers rolled my heavy balls. She sat, fixated on my swollen length, languidly stroking me, sliding her thumb over the tip whenever a dribble slid free of my throbbing slit.

Time slowed as she leaned closer. Her breath seared my knob a second before the velvety smoothness of her tongue circled it. A tremor raced through me and I gulped.

Her grin widened as she looked up at me. “Yum. So much nicer. Young cum makes me...”

Time stopped when she clambered upwards beside me, lowering her mouth closer to my rod and raising her hips next to me. Barely covered by the tiny red lace, I could smell her arousal and see the slickness of her inner thighs as she rubbed against me.

With a gasp, I jolted when she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and thrust my fingers under her robe, along one satin smooth shaking buttock and into her sodden warmth. Three-finger gap. Using her fingertips, she pushed aside the tiny strip of lace and pushed my digits into her sopping petals. Silky flesh sliding along my fingers. As they delved, they drove a long whimper from my mother’s mouth.

My heart had frozen solid. The closest I’d been to anything like this was a quick feel under a girl’s dress when she dared me. And while that had been wonderful, my shaking fingertips had stayed outside her damp, warm cotton underwear. Oh, and she wasn’t my mother!

Another whimper slid from her as her hand slipped away. For the record, I hesitated for several seconds before pressing into her. Mother or not, her whimpers were sending fiery blasts of air over my shaft and tremors rocked my entire body.

“That’s nice, Kyle. Play with mommy...” As she swirled her hair out of the way, she looked over her shoulder at me; her eyes shone—golden flecks swirling in her irises.

While my fingers glided up and down, tapping along the slippery gate of her inner tightness, she flicked her tongue around her glistening lips. Beyond her dangling tresses, her hand returned to my shaft.