Chapter 31: Parent Problem

For the rest of the evening, Tom’s eyes followed Susan’s ass or tits whenever she was close by. Liz noticed the change in her husband’s behavior and understood the repercussions for her ass and pussy later that evening. The riding crop and dildo would be engaging her ass, and possibly her pussy also. Liz was getting wet just thinking about it. Susan may have had thirty amateurs fucking her, but they couldn’t compare to Tom when he had his kink on. The look in his eye told her, he definitely had his kink on.

Liz had a face full of cock and a dildo shoved up her ass shortly after entering her bedroom for the evening. Tom was face fucking Liz instead of letting her give him a blow job. To Liz, it seemed as if no amount of rolling her tongue around Tom’s prick or sucking on its head satisfied him. Only the unrelenting yank of her hair and having his bulbous head gag her as it beat against the back of her throat, appeared to satiate any part of his lust. The red whelps on her ass from the riding crop appeared after each landing of the leather. Tears streamed from her eyes from the gagging and piercing pain on her exercised butt, but the thrill of it wouldn’t have her stop him. The dildo did protect her rosebud from most lashes. Although, the sting from strips that landed on the already stretched ring muscle seared her brain. Liz moaned and howled into the prick in her mouth as her ass burned from the crop.

Susan could hear the muffled sounds of leather slapping flesh. Having seen the riding crop she knew full well her Mom’s ass was being savaged by the instrument. She wondered if her mom used the fat dildo while fucking her dad or if she used it on him. All the images running through her mind had her wishing she had a fat dildo satisfying her. Bryan had sounded pretty adamant about not having sex for the next couple of days. Until they let their parents find them in bed together. He was worried about the sheet check that would inevitably happen once they were found. But her mother’s grunts and moans echoing through the walls were something she had paid attention to. Strictly, so she would know when it was safe for pumping her pussy on Bryan’s pole. But now it was all she could hear. She began thinking her Dad must be as good at fucking as Bryan. After all, he’d had longer to get it right. She could only imagine how good Bryan would be at that age.

A loud grunt and “Oh ... Fuck me harder,” that passed through the wall was all the frustration Susan could put up with. As she walked into the adjoining bathroom passing into her unofficially shared room with Bryan. One last, “Pump them both into me,” bellowed through the wall. Susan wondered how for years she had ignored her parents fucking, or if they were just getting louder as they got older. Bryan was in the bed waiting on his sister.

“They’re putting on one hell of an audio performance tonight.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, and we’re missing a perfect opportunity to follow suit,” Susan said irritated.

“I hope you were this moody with Mom today at the gym,” Bryan said not giving an inch on the no-sex issue. “It’ll help in believing you’re pregnant.”

“Well, hell that is good because I am.” She spat back. “And pregnant women get what they want. I want to fuck. Mom, Dad and hormones have me wanting to be a moaning whore.”

Bryan knew nothing he could say would be taken well, and he couldn’t give in to her hormones. “Sorry. If it helps, I love you.” He tried.

“No, it doesn’t help as much as your stiff prick would. Or any stiff prick for that matter.” She said crushing his attempt. “God, Mom is so lucky.” She muttered.

The muttering got under Bryan’s skin, “You can go join them if you like. Though I’m pretty sure they’d turn you away. But maybe not, they have surprised me of late.”

“I just might, if you’d not reject me forever if I did,” Susan stated honestly. “And it’s not worth losing you over.” She kissed Bryan’s terse lips and climbed in next to him under the covers.

“Since we’re telling the truth here, yes you would. But not for the reason you might think. It’d be because it was sex with someone else for the sake of sex and your pleasure. Not because you wanted to show the two people you’d be screwing that you loved them.” Bryan informed Susan. “Which I know is different from most people. They say it’s OK because it didn’t mean anything. To me, that is worse.”

“Are you serious?” Susan said

“Yes, why is that so hard to believe?” Bryan asked.

“First it’d be with Mom and Dad. That in itself is way off the rails. And second, you’re the only person I know that’d be more upset over casual sex than someone having sex because they were in love with them.” She said looking him in the eye through the mostly dark room.

“A year ago would making love to me seemed out of the question?” Bryan countered.

“Oh, Hell yes,” Susan answered definitively... “So a year from now who knows. Maybe it will seem like the right thing. I know I won’t rule anything out or in. They are adults and we’re adults. It wouldn’t be like we wouldn’t know the consequences or have the ability to say no. We’re not kids that would be wrong.” Bryan explained trying to be rational. “And call it my warped version of church teaching, but sex for sex’s sake with someone you don’t love is also wrong to me. And while I know you love Mom and Dad, you’ve never been intimate with them in a loving way. You know we made love first, then had monkey sex. And we still make love more times than not.”

“Ok, quit talking about making love or screwing, if you’re going to do neither,” Susan said changing the subject, so she could consider what he said. “You can kiss me though.”

“Now, that I’ll do happily,” Bryan said before his lips met hers. For the rest of the night despite Susan’s continual attempts at getting Bryan worked up and forgetting about his no-sex pledge. They made out like uninitiated horny teens. Bryan felt her up, massaging her small barely a handful-sized breast, teasing their nipples with his finger. Susan ran her hands down the backside of his pajama pants over his strong bare ass. Her hands were pulled away when they ventured around to the other side of his pants and reached for his rock-hard dick. Bryan knew he was in for a severe case of blue balls in the morning, but the ends were all that mattered. As they tired, their making out slowed and stopped altogether. Susan rolled over so Bryan could slide up behind her, pulling his chest firmly into her back while holding her tight.

Bryan had his arm around Susan with his hand up her nightshirt on her smooth breast when he heard the floor creak. Before his mother turned the corner of the empty door frame, he slid his hand out from under the warm shirt. He moved it to on top of the covers, keeping the same basic position of cupping Susan’s breast. Bryan continued feigning sleep. He hoped like hell Susan noticed the creaking of the hall floor and didn’t protest the moving of his hand from her bare skin. The first words coming from their mother came right above them. “What in the hell are you two doing?”

Bryan opened his eyes and looked at the clock before looking at his mother. Acting as if Susan being in bed with him was normal and his mother was commenting on how late in the morning it was. It was only 9:00 am. “We were sleeping.” He said. “And as it’s vacation, I’d like to get back to it. Susan can get up at any time.” He said pulling back the covers welcoming her to leave, though in reality showing his mother they were fully clothed.

“Put those back, you bastard,” Susan said elbowing Bryan while not even looking at her mother. “I was warm.”

Liz looked down at the two in complete disbelief. The two acted as if she was just a minor annoyance, disregarding her question altogether. “What are you two doing in bed together, with Bryan holding your tit, Susan?” The shrill in Liz’s voice getting more distinct.

“Oh that. I don’t think he does it on purpose. I think he does it naturally when he sleeps.” Susan remarked. “I mean you don’t see him going around grabbing my breast when we’re awake.”

“Oh no, holding your tit outside of bed would have people talking,” Bryan said turning the conversation into the banter of a comedy routine.

Susan understood what he was doing and played along, aggravating their mother even more. “Yeah, people would talk. I wonder if they’d talk if you did it while sleepwalking. I mean you wouldn’t be in bed.”

“True, but I wouldn’t, but you’d have to be sleepwalking also. So would we hear them talk?” Bryan questioned.

“Goddammit,” Came from Liz before Susan could answer the bogus question. “I’m serious why is your sister in your bed Bryan instead of her own where she belongs?”

“She is where she belongs,” Bryan answered. He could see the answer didn’t sit well with his mother by the look on her face. “Well, since we started rooming together with Joshua and Sara’s arrival, we talk to each other when one of us is upset. And while I use to listen or talk from my makeshift bed on the floor most of the time, last night I did it from my own bed. It happens.”

“Like the night of Rich’s party, I needed someone listening and calming me. And that last night like most nights at Julie’s involved having Bryan hug me, hold me until I could get to sleep.” Susan said. She added, “I would’ve come to see you but I could hear you through the wall say something like, fuck my ass hard, shoot your cum deep. So I figured you were preoccupied and Bryan would be more than understanding. As always.”

Liz turned red at her words being parroted back to her. Even though, she and Tom had agreed that the older teens would just have to get used to hearing them during sex. That they wouldn’t hold back in what they said or how loudly it came out. “Fine.” Came out in a huff. “What was the upsetting you so bad you couldn’t wait to see me? After all, you were being quite the pain in the ass yesterday.” She would’ve said bitch if it wasn’t her daughter.

“Can we talk about this in a few minutes?” Susan asked. “I have to pee, and Bryan needs to get his twig out of my ass crack.” She said as they hadn’t moved and Bryan’s hard dick was pressing in her ass’s fissure.

“Sorry about the morning log,” Bryan said again like it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“No, I had it right, twig, sprig, minor nub. You pick,” She said getting out of the bed not waiting for her mother’s answer. She intentionally pulled her panties and pajama bottoms out from between her butt cheeks in full view of Bryan and her Mom. She when into the bathroom and yelled out, “See you at breakfast.”

Liz looked at Bryan for an explanation for all she’d seen this morning. All she got out in the way of an amswer was, “What?”

“I guess she’ll tell you at breakfast. It seems everything comes out at the kitchen table.” Bryan said as he got out of bed also. His hard dick was sticking out in front of him, exceeding the limits of the elastic holding up his pants. The front of his pants had a large gap between the top of his pants and his flat abdomen. He didn’t try hiding the clothing malfunction his hard dick was causing. If his mother chose to look, it was her doing not his.

Liz tried not to stare at the tenting pants. But the flash of flesh she saw had her staring intently down her son’s pants. She noticed how much the color of her son’s pubic hair matched that of her husband. And that while she couldn’t see all of his hard manhood, she saw the backside of his mushroomed head and rod. She could tell her son’s dick had grown surpassing the size of Tom’s. Despite herself, she felt her pussy moistening, as she wondered what it’d be like having Bryan’s man dick in her. A slight sigh also escaped her. She fantasized about it stretching her to the limits as it bounced off her cervix as something that size was bound to do.

Bryan caught his mother’s sigh, as she stared down his pants. She had masturbated in the hall the other day, he was pretty sure for him and his viewing pleasure. And now she was openly staring down his pants. He wondered what had gotten into her, turning her into a person that would do these things. Not that he minded but it was a fairly quick change for his mother. In the past, she had always seemed so uptight. Bryan’s mischievous side got the better of him and he would see how far from that uptight woman she had come.

As a test, he hugged his mother flattening the tented pants grinding his hard dick against her mons and abdomen. “Good morning and love you Mom but I gotta pee.” He said in a hurry. He released his mother from his hug, and headed for the door adding, “Or beat off getting this thing to go down.”

Liz was still in shock that her son had pressed his morning hardon against her, and more so, she liked it. She was amazed also that she hadn’t offered him a hand job or a blow job, as the offer was on the tip of her tongue. She shook herself back to reality and headed for her bedroom. The past thirty seconds or so had her needing Tom’s large yet inferior in size dick in her cunt.

She half sprinted down the hall to the master bedroom. She found Tom getting out of the shower. She fell to her knees on the bath mat, pulling off the towel around Tom’s waist. She immediately began working on his flaccid prick. It took little time for her talented mouth to get Tom hard. He was confused about why his wife was so horny. He wrote it off to the pregnancy, god did he love her pregnant. She bobbed on his slick pole a couple of more times after she was satisfied he was fully hard.

She stood up in front of Tom and leaned over the bathroom basin. “Fuck my pussy.” She demanded, pushing her pants to her ankles.

“Whatever you say, dear,” Tom replied. In one long motion, he slammed his cock in her wet cunt burying it to the root.

Liz let out an “Oomph” grunt as the dick stretched and parted her, Tom’s hair tickling her ass. “Good now fuck me hard.” Was her follow-up demand. Tom hammered away at his wife’s cunt, while she used her hold on the sink pushing back just as violently meeting his thrusts. The grunts and moans from the two could be heard throughout the halls of the house. The slapping of Tom’s pelvis against Liz’s round ass and grinding of her pelvis stimulated her pussy. It ended with multiple strands of cum spurting into her flowing cunt. Together they came filling the bathroom with their cries of elation. Tom continued stroking in and out of Liz while her pussy’s passage sucked all the sperm from his dick directing it toward her prefilled womb. When Tom could no longer keep his prick in her wet hole, he kissed the back of her neck and step away from the fine figure he had just finished fucking.

“Gawd do I love it when you’re pregnant. You get horny at the drop of a hat.” He said to her.

“I’m glad you like it since you made me this way. Just be hard when you get home later is all I ask.” She said pulling up her pants. She was going to let the spunk stew in her alone and enjoy the feeling as it oozed from her slit. Hopefully, Bryan would get a whiff of the spunk and want to add to it. “Or this horny girl maybe finding another hard dick for satisfying her.”

“I’m not worried. You won’t find one around here that can please that wanton slit of yours like I can.” Tom boasted. Liz just thought it’d be nice trying out Bryan’s mammoth meat seeing if Tom was right.

“Oh before you go. Your son and daughter were sleeping together last night.” Liz said.

“Really? What were they doing?” Tom inquired. All he could think of was his son’s stiff dick sliding in and out of Susan’s beautiful hairless cunt. While the thought angered him, it did for a reason foreign to him. He realized he wanted to be the one between Susan’s thighs.

“Nothing. They were just curled up together when I saw them.” Liz answered. “But Susan claimed she was there just because she was upset. About what I don’t know.” A doubtful look crossed her face. “She should be downstairs to explain herself. Shall we go find out what had her upset this time? And why our son and daughter were in the same bed?” Tom finished getting dressed and nodded toward the door indicating he was ready. Liz still had her pajama bottoms on which had the beginnings of a wet spot showing in the crotch from the cum cocktail oozing from her gaping hole. She threw on her housecoat covering the spot and her hard nipples that she noticed were showing through her top.

Liz was two steps behind Tom when she entered the kitchen. Bryan and Susan were sharing a bowl of cereal not saying anything to each other. Liz noticed the plastic wand on the table almost immediately. She knew without a doubt what was upsetting her daughter last night before she opened her mouth. Liz stared at Susan then accusingly at Bryan.

Bryan sensed his mother knew and the look she was giving him was one of blaming him. He would have copped to the crime but Susan had laid this whole thing out. And, he wasn’t going to be the weak link in her plan. He lied with a straight face to his mom, “What? It isn’t me.”

Liz ignored Bryan’s denial since she hadn’t implicated him yet. “Susan is that what I think, it is?” was the calm question.

“Yeah, Mom it is. It says I’m pregnant.” Susan said and worked up some of her best tears to go along with it. “I’m sorry. I should’ve never gone to that party.” Tom looked at his daughter’s tears and any doubt of Bryan’s innocence was wiped away.

Liz wasn’t that easily swayed. “So you two haven’t been...” the rest of the words stuck in her throat. “ ... Having sex?”

Bryan and Susan looked at each other, “No. We’re close but not that close.” Bryan said.

Susan expounded on Bryan’s statement laying the groundwork for a more openly physical relationship. “No, we haven’t had sex. I won’t say that since that night at Rich’s we haven’t gotten a lot closer. I like to hug him for support. And on a few occasions over the past three weeks, I’ve kissed him goodnight, or he has kissed me.”

“You what?” Liz demanded.

“We kiss each other. You know like people that care about each other. When one of us is having a bad day or stressed out it’s nice to know someone loves you and is not looking for sex. Which by the way all the boys I’ve ever gone out with are always after.” Susan said.

“And you expect us to believe that is all you two do? After all, you’re pregnant.” Liz sneered.

“Honey you saw that video. Over thirty boys were pumping their baby-making fluid in her.” Tom said still under the influence of Susan’s tears. Bryan wished Susan’s tears worked as well on their mother as they did on their father.

“And you, what is your part in this,” Liz said staring Bryan down. She knew what she would like him part of. Part of a threesome with her as the meat and her two men as the bread. If he was the father of the baby, she knew why Susan was trying to keep it a secret. She wanted his oversized dick all to herself.

“The truth is ... it’s partly my fault Susan is pregnant,” Bryan said. Liz’s stare became more intense at his admission. “Had we done the right thing that night. We would’ve taken her to a hospital and gotten the police involved. They may have been able to get the sperm out of her before she got pregnant. So I do take partial responsibility for this.”

“And the other?” Tom asked.

“And do I like holding my sister’s hand sometimes as a boyfriend would?” Bryan understood where Susan was going and he would do his part as well. “Yeah, it’s nice. Do I love my sister a little bit more now than I did six months ago? Sure, many nights of talking and reconnecting have done that. Do I sometimes show her how much I care physically? Yes. Is it wrong? I don’t think so.” Bryan replied forcefully.

“It’s not like we’re ripping off each other’s clothes and sucking and fucking each other all night long,” Susan said. Thinking of how great it was doing those very things. “Bryan has made a good pseudo boyfriend over the past three weeks. I don’t trust any other boy near me, I don’t want to have sex with anyone, right now. And as I said, since every boy in school has seen that video that’s all any of them want. They see me as a slut, a way of fulfilling their wildest dreams.” To bring the topic back to the pregnancy she added. “And now that I’m pregnant I know I definitely don’t want sex.”

Tom muttered under his breath, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Liz continued on the pregnancy line to Susan and Bryan’s relief, “And what are you going to do about that? Have an abortion or have the baby? If you have the baby are you planning on keeping it or giving it up for adoption?” Liz peppered Susan with questions.

“Well, I just found out yesterday. So I don’t know. I think I’m leaning toward keeping it. It’s not the baby’s fault the father is a jerk.” Susan refused to use rapists as she’d keep the lies to a minimum.