First, there was the living room. The couch was large, and comfy, but fucking Mary-Margaret in that room did little for the imagination. Besides, the ...carpet was a rough berber. If things got as rambunctious as I hoped, we'd spend some time rolling around on the floor. Now, the idea of her perfect little pooper suffering some rug burns was fine — better than fine — but I didn't want to scrape up my knees. Not that I'm a wuss — scraped knees constitute circumstantial evidence, my friend, leading. Oh God please don’t stop.” She ran her hand down the length of my thigh and started rubbing my cock through my boxers. My cock found it’s way out of the hole in the front and she grabbed on and started stoking it. I could tell she had never jacked a guy off before, not because it didn’t feel good, because God knows it did, but because she was unsure of her moves. She didn’t have a lot of confidence in what she was doing. “Yes, Natalie, that feels good. Are you going to cum baby?” My cooing her. Pussy cream gushed out of my convulsing twat as the rapture rippled through my body. My asshole writhed and spasmed about her plunging fingers. I trembled atop her, my small breasts rubbing into her stomach.I looked up at Daddy, at his handsome face twisting in passion, the muscles in his fit chest rippling as he pounded Mom. Stars danced around him as the pleasure surged through my body. Wave after wave of rapture washed into my thoughts, drowning them.“Cum in her, Daddy!” I moaned as Mom. .."The whole story shocked me. They had fixed the device and they hadn'ttold me. They had messed with my head behind my back and now I was morescrewed up than ever. I knew they were trying to help, but I feltsomehow betrayed."I'm sorry," was all she said as she picked me up and hugged me. Icouldn't stay mad at her. Her apology was too sincere and I understoodwhat she was trying to do, but it didn't make me feel any better."So what now?" I asked as my tears began to subside."I don't know," was.