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Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 05:00:20 +0000
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DEMENTED WEEKEND - Crazy Parents I'd like to give a little background about
myself ... I grew up in an alcoholic family. My mother and father were both
drunks of the first order. They were like normal parents - concerned about their
kids, worried about money, etc., but their need for drink and their need for
each other came before anything else. They had the usual parental attitudes
about sex for that era -- they gave us a very dry and clinical talk about the
subject and then never spoke of it again. But their drunkenness led to some
displays that I'll never forget. I can remember watching my parents fuck from as
far back as maybe 3 or 4 years old. They frequently forgot to lock their bedroom
door, and when they got horny in another part of the house, they were likely to
fuck right there on the sofa, kitchen table or hall floor, if they were drunk
enough. So me and my sister saw them doing it a lot. Sometimes my dad would yell
at us if we spied on them, especially if he was getting his cock sucked by Mom.
Same was true of Mom - if they were fucking normally she was too caught up in it
to notice, but if Dad was eating her pussy and she wasn't preoccupied with any-
thing else, she'd holler at us if she caught us peep- ing. Other times, they
were so drunk that they con- sidered it "cute" for us to watch them. There was
one especially demented weekend that I remem- ber clearly. My parents were
celebrating their anniver- sary one Friday night. They insisted that my sister
and I have some wine with them. I think I was about 12, and my sister was about
10, though I could be wrong. Any- way, they were fine during dinner, but the
more they drank, the lewder they got. Finally my Mom said she wanted to give Dad
his present, and she slipped under the table. At that point I expected him to
yell at us to leave the room, but instead he just got this funny smile and
poured everybody some more wine. I felt my Mom's legs kick my chair a couple of
times. "You'll be so lucky when you marry a woman like your mother," said my
Dad. My mother mumbled something under the table. My sister was looking down at
her plate. Her face looked kind of strange, but also like she was trying to sup-
press the giggles. I just kept staring at my dad, and down at my mom's ankles
under the table. "Your mother is the greatest cocksucker," said my dad. "Drink
your wine! It's our anniversary. Please, for your mom and me!" My sister and I
were so surprised by my Dad's behavior that we looked at each other for a second
before obey- ing. Although amorous during his drunken escapades, Dad also had a
short temper. Often when drunk, he would holler and pound the walls. There were
many times when he climbed off of Mom's naked body during a sex session and
storm around the house, breaking things and yelling while his glistening
erection quickly wilted. We were scared of our drunken parents. But we drank the
wine as ordered. "Not comfortable," said my mom from under the table. "Not
comfortable."
"Come on, let's go to the bedroom," slurred my dad. As he stood up, knocking his
chair over, and his knees banged my mom's chin, which banged her head against
the bottom of the table. Crash! Whump! "Ouch! Shit!" "Come on!" said my dad,
leaning over and grabbing the table for support. He helped my mom crawl out from
under our dinner table. "Come on, come on come on come on," he said again and
again, repeating it quietly like a prayer. They stumbled to the bedroom
together. My sister and I sat at the table and looked at each other. We didn't
know what to do or say. Finally, we started cleaning off the table, knowing that
if we didn't our hungover parents would scream at us tomorrow. There were quiet
but distinct sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. I went back to peek, having
developed quite a taste for watching my parents in action. Dad was lying on the
bed and Mom was between his legs, eagerly sucking on his large erection. Dad
kept mumbl- ing and laughing, running his hands through Mom's hair, trying to
imitate her muffled sounds of sucking, and so on. Basically acting like a big
drunk getting a blowjob if you can picture that. My sister had silently come
down the hall to stand at my side. Together we watched. "Honey, I'm choking on
it!" laughed my mom. Dad laughed too and said, "Keep choking!" Then he noticed
us. "You two, get in here!" It was a command, but not an unfriendly one. We
slowly entered the room. I could not help but stare at my stocky, short, naked
mother, suck- ing on my dad's hairy penis. "You like that? You like that?" he
kept asking. "Answer me!" I nodded, and I realized my sister was nodding too.
"Getcher clothes off! Get 'em off!" he ordered. We complied, quickly, not
knowing what to expect. I thought he might spank us, but I wasn't sure. It was
just too weird, too unprecedented. Then we were naked. My little cock was fast
growing erect. I stole a glimpse at my sister's nude body. Like me, she was
hairless and thin. I looked at the budding curves of her chest, belly and hips.
I glanced at her hairless pussy. My cock grew bigger. "Get up on the bed! Come
here!" he commanded. Again, his tone wasn't threatening, but cajoling and firm.
More like a school counselor or a minister instead of a cop or drill sergeant.
We climbed up on the bed. My mom stopped sucking and started to jack my dad's
cock with her hand. "What're ya doin'?" she asked my father. "They're always
fuckin' watchin'. I wanna watch them," he said. To us he ordered, "OK, get to
it. Do what we're doin'." I laid on my back next to Dad. My sister got between
my legs, but shook her head. My cock was fully erect and pointing at the
ceiling. My mom sat completely upright. Now I could see her fat, full breasts
and her hairy pussy. "Jesus, what're you doin'?" "Sex education!" bellowed my
dad, laughing. "Come on, you two, get to it!" My sister shook her head again.
"Oh, Christ," said my mom. "Here, trade places with me." My mom and sister
switched places on the bed. Now my sister sat between my dad's thick, hairy
legs, and my mom was kneeling between my own thin pale limbs. "Now watch baby,
and do what I do." Then my mom leaned over and took my small, hot, hard cock
into her mouth. She moved up and down a few times. I was mesmerized by her lips
moving over my shaft. Her smeared lipstick left a tiny mark on my pubic area in
the shape of a crescent moon. Her poorly-painted fingernails dug into my thighs
a little. Her dark brown hair obscured her eyes and nose from my view. It was
amazing. But just as soon as she started, she stopped, and looked over at my
sister. "Now you do it." My sister shook her head again. She was starting to
frown, and her lower lip started to tremble as if she was about to cry. "Oh for
Christ's sake, this was a bad idea. She's too young!" declared my dad loudly.
"Get on out of here, we'll have to try this some other time. Go on! Get dressed!
Off the bed! Clothes on! Out! Out!" My sister obeyed as my father barked orders
at her, this time very much like a drill sergeant. Soon I was alone, nude, and
in bed with my nude parents. My father was stroking his hard cock still. "Go on,
finish with him!" he said to my mom, pointing at me with his free hand. "Sit up
straight," he said to me. My mom burped, and suddenly the air in front of me
smelled of wine. I sat up, closed my eyes and held my breath. She muttered
something I couldn't understand moved around on the bed a bit, then I felt her
warm mouth envelop my cock again. I opened my eyes and looked down. She was
sucking my cock and playing with my balls. It felt so good. My dad's hand
enclosed around the back of my neck. "Come here, lay down," he whispered. He
pulled my head over to lay in his lap. Suddenly I was face to face with his huge
hard-on. "You're a big boy, you can do what your sister didn't do." I reached up
and slowly took hold of my dad's penis. I leaned forward just enough to
delicately lick the tip. Then, with a glance at my mother who was busily sucking
my own cock, I took the head of my dad's penis into my mouth. It was large and
hot. It seemed to stretch my jaws and fill my mouth. I ran my tongue over the
odd texture and across the little slit. My dad started rubbing my neck and
shoulders and moaning. My mom kept sucking me. I was in a world of smells,
tastes and sensations com- pletely alien to me. I felt like I was simultaneously
outside of my own body, yet trapped inside this physical world of hair, sweat,
and slimy flesh. I kept sucking. My mom stopped sucking me long enough to
moisten her finger and gently push it into my asshole. I gasped and sat upright
again, scraping my teeth across my dad's dick. He hollered and also sat up. My
mom, sweetly oblivious to it all, kept pushing her finger into me and sucking. I
settled down a bit while dad rubbed my back and whispered into my ear. It felt
good too. Soon dad had me calm, laying in his lap and sucking on his prick
again. With my mom's finger in my ass, my very first orgasm was imminent. I was
sure that I was going to pee in her mouth, so I managed to blurt "Look out!"
before I started cumming. My hips bucked, my spine jerked, and I had to stop
sucking my dad. My mom sat up in surprise and pulled her finger abruptly out of
my asshole. That extra blast of painful sensation made my orgasm even more
intense. My fluids spilled all over my belly and trickled down my crotch to wet
my ass and the bed. My mom laughed and said, "Oh, his first baby juice! Is this
your first baby juice, sweetie?" I nodded. "I wanna make baby juice, baby!" said
my dad. My mom leaned over and sucked on his cock some more. She stopped and
held it upright. "Do you still want some of this? Are you a little cocksucker?
Mommy's little cocksucker?" I nodded, leaned over again and sucked just the head
of his cock. My mom's hand rubbed my dad's shaft and balls while I sucked. My
dad started grunting and bucking his hips just as I had. The first few times,
his hips came up and his cock thrust farther into my mouth than it had ever
been. I gagged and stopped sucking, sitting upright and moving away from my
dad's imminent orgasm. My mom leaned over and finished the job, allowing Dad to
shoot his sperm deep into her throat. While she licked and sucked his shrinking
penis, Dad turned to me and said, "Bring us the rest of the wine. Both bottles!"
I jumped up off the bed and went to the kitchen. As I headed back to their
bedroom with the two chilled bottles of wine, I passed my sister's bedroom and
peeked in. She was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall. I kept going down
the hall and brought the wine to my parents. Each of them took a bottle, yanked
out the corks and started drinking. I quietly took my clothes and went out into
the hall. I got dressed and went back into my sister's room. I sat on the bed
with her. She asked me if it was fun, and I said yes. She asked if I would do it
again, and I said I didn't know. She asked if they were mad at her, and I said
it didn't seem that way, and besides, they would probably be completely drunk
and passed out soon. We talked for a long time about it, laying in her bed
together. She ended up falling asleep next to me.
I got up and went back down to my parents' room. My mom was on her hands and
knees on the bed. Dad was lying under her, his face pressed against her pussy.
He kept pouring wine down her ass so it would trickle into his mouth. She would
shriek and giggle when the cold wine hit her body, then twist and moan while he
sucked and licked at her cunt. I went to bed.
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