Then I proceed with turning him around on his stomach. I grab my dick that actually got hard by the torture, spread his as cheeks and stuff my cock up... his ass. My dad cries out and I start pounding inside of him, a stream of blood trickles down my cock as I pound away until I feel the excitement from earlier and the tightness of his ass forcing me to shoot inside his colon. I pull my cock out and look at it, it’s covered in shit and blood. “I’ll have to ask mom to clean this up. But first” I. I didn’t even find solace in running all day on the tennis courts as I had, even two weeks earlier.So, that following Monday, when educators are still at school, I was home alone, looking at the nifty birthday gifts, which included the Michael Jackson’s Thriller Album. I remember opening that and seeing the disapproval in my mothers eyes. It was the greatest album then and every one wanted it and a friend had got it for me. So, dressing in a tennis skirt, tee shirt, and bobbie socks, I. ” She giggled as she dropped her head and went to work on my dick.“You were beginning to piss me off” I told her as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. I had reached the point of no return and she eagerly swallowed all the cum I pumped into her awaiting mouth. She never looked up until she had taken all I had to give her. She sat up and looked at me, licked her lips and said “Wow, that was a mouth full!”“Yea, well I want a mouthful too” I exclaimed as I pulled off on a wide spot in the. We knew what was down by now. Mom had been intimate with all three of us men, of course, by this point. Amy had tried us both on for size, too, Oswald and I. Obviously, we guys ... and the girls ... shared Anastassia, too. Michael, however, had not fucked anyone else in this family but Mom. That was about to change, though Mom looked at me for permission for whatever reason.“Anastassia ... you first. I’m gonna get it on with Amy while we watch. Oswald ... enjoy Mom,” I directed them, taking.