Chapter 5

After dinner the next day, mom said, “Come with me, Pam, we have some things to do to prepare for this evening’s... activities.”

Her emphasis on that word had me instantly alert. “Activities?”

“You’ll see,” she replied mysteriously, and then she took me by the hand and led me up the stairs and through her bedroom to the master bath. A single-use enema and a bottle of something called Astroglide Sensual Strawberry sat next to one of the two sinks, and I immediately knew that dad was going to take my virgin ass.

My mom led me over to the commode and handed me the enema. There was none of the dominance that she’d shown me before dad came home, so I figured she was doing this either because dad had ordered her to or because she was being a mother helping her daughter. But it didn’t really matter which way it was.

“Use the enema and then lube yourself up,” she instructed. “You know Daddy’s rules, and that’s why the lube is nicely flavored.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I replied. She left me alone in the bathroom to get ready, and I was already wet with anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, I was sitting, completely naked, on the edge of my parents’ big bed, waiting anxiously for whatever would happen next. Mom had turned on the night-stand lamps to their lowest setting and lit a scented candle on top of my dad’s armoire, so I figured this was going to be a romantic deflowering of my ass rather than a rough experience. I knew my dad was going to take me, but I had no idea how that would happen or whether my mother would be involved.

I got the answer to my second question when my mother opened the bedroom door and entered wearing open-toe four-inch stiletto mules and nothing else. She walked across the room to her closet and brought me a similar pair.

“This is another of Daddy’s rules,” she informed me. “He hadn’t gotten around to telling you about it, but he has altocalciphilia; he likes seeing women in high heels, and he always requires them for sexual activities.”

I set the shoes down on the floor and pushed my feet into them. “These are higher than I’ve ever worn.”

“Stand up and move around a little; you’ll get used to them soon enough.” She chuckled. “I have some that are even higher; he calls them play shoes.”

“Oh, wow,” I said nervously, and then I followed her advice. I stood up and walked back and forth along the foot of their bed, and soon, after a few passes, I was able to stride more confidently without wobbling on the skinny heels.

She looked over at the clock on her dresser and then knelt at the foot of the bed. “It’s time,” she said quietly. She pointed to the floor next to her right leg and I knelt next to her. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“I think so. Do you know what he’s going to do?”

She shook her head. “Only in general terms, not anything specific. I got him ready for you and then he sent me in to be sure you were okay.”

“What do you mean, you got him ready?”

“He’s tremendously excited that this is finally going to happen, we’ve fantasized about it for years, and he wants to be sure he lasts a long time. So I sucked him off before I came in here.”

“He wants this ... whatever he’s going to do ... to last a long time?”

“When a man gets really excited, he sometimes can’t hold himself back, and he wants to be able to control himself with you.”

“Okay, I get it, Mom.”

“Good. Now just wait, he’ll be in any minute.”

My dad walked in through the open doorway a couple of seconds after she finished speaking. He was wearing only boxers; he must have undressed somewhere else in the house. He sat down on the end of the bed and then bent down and kissed us, first mom and then me. “I love you,” he said to each of us.

“I love you too,” I replied, and mom echoed my response.

He took my fingers in his and then let himself fall backwards, pulling gently on my hand. I rose and moved to straddle his thighs. I was still nervous, but it was anticipation, not fear, and knowing what was about to happen had my nipples erect and my pussy already wet and ready.

“Slide forward,” he said quietly, “and your mom will help you.” When I’d repositioned myself, I felt the back of my mom’s hand slide up my slit and then guide my dad’s erection to my vulva. I must have looked surprised, because he said, “This way first.”

He humped his hips up and his cock slid into me all the way in a single motion. “Mmm, ” I moaned, and he caressed my breasts with both of his hands, running his fingers around my areolas and then tweaking my stiff nipples.

“I love how tight you are.”

I tensed my vaginal muscles on his shaft. “I’ll always be tight for you, Daddy.”

“Ride me, show me how slutty you are for me,” he ordered, and his words changed the mood from loving to sexual, from caring to commanding. I lifted my body so he was almost completely out of me and then slammed myself down, impaling myself on his cock. He lay there and I repeated the movement, bouncing up and down on him. His hands stopped caressing my breasts and slapped my ass with both hands.

“Oh, yes, spank me, Daddy, make me yours,” I cried, and he did, timing his swats to hit me each time my ass raised up as I continued to fuck myself on his cock. I was breathing hard, quick shallow pants, and I was getting closer and closer to a release. He switched to spanking me with one hand while he rubbed my clit with the other, and then he raised his head and bit my nipple and I exploded.

“Omigod, omigod, oh, fuck!” I screamed, overwhelmed by the intensity of my release. He kept rubbing my clit and I kept coming; I couldn’t move, I just sat on him and gave myself to the sensations. When they started to subside, he stopped touching me and I collapsed on top of him. He kissed me on the cheek and on the side of my neck while I struggled to catch my breath.

When my breathing had returned to normal, he put his hands on my hips and lifted my body up until his cock had slipped completely out of my pussy. “Now for the main event,” he said with a big grin, and I again felt my mom’s hand beneath me, but this time she positioned the head of his cock at my asshole.