Role Playing Sessions

Riding to my house after the incredible sex we've had in the cheap motel room, I'm on cloud nine. I can't stop looking at you. You catch me staring, and I blush and turn away, but you reach out your hand to take mine, and my heart leaps in my chest all over again. I'm so in love.

"I think they're really going to like you," I say, holding your hand in my lap. "I mean, not as much as I like you, obviously." I put your hand over my stubby erection. "But they'll like you a lot."

I lift my hips, pressing my cock against your hand, delirious with the insatiable lust I feel for you.

"Mom seemed happy that I was meeting a girl, but..." I shake my head, "...of course, I didn't tell her that the girl was my teacher."

My eyes move up and down your body. Your long, tan legs are like nothing I've ever seen. Even the cheerleaders at school don't look half as hot as you do. When my eyes meet yours, I know that you know that I've been checking out your body. But this time, I don't feel embarrassed. I feel thrilled at how horny you make me. I feel like my eyes are dripping with desire as I stare at you.

Arriving in front of my house, I take a deep breath and smile at you before we get out of your SUV. As we walk up to my front door, I reach out and take your hand. I feel strong from your touch. I know we can do this. When I reach for the doorknob, Mom opens the door. I feel startled, meeting her like this, almost like I'm in trouble, but she smiles.

"You must be the mysterious Riley," Mom says, reaching out a hand. "Come on in. I've made some tea."

Mom glances at me and smiles.

"I know," she says to me. Then turning to you: "I know. You think a mother can't see the look of love in her son's eyes?"

I'm horrified as my mom looks back at me and says, "My little boy is a man now."

"What?" my dad says, dropping into his chair. "You...Hunh?" He looks in confusion from me to you.

"Honey," Mom says, reaching over to pat Dad's knee. "Our son lost his virginity to his 8th grade teacher."

"You lucky son of a bitch," Dad mutters.

"Hey! I resemble that remark," Mom jokes, slapping Dad on the arm.

I'm mortified. I cover my face in my hands.

"Wow," is all Dad can say. He looks you up and down, lingering on your legs, your hips, your breasts, then your face. "Wow," he mutters again. "Okay. Well."

This isn't how I envisioned this at all. I don't know what I was thinking was going to happen, but not this.

"Riley," Mom says, "what my husband is trying to say is that Luke is incredibly lucky not only to have you as a teacher but as a..."

I wait for the next word to come out of my mother's mouth. She can be so insensitive to my feelings sometimes. I'm terrified that she'll call you my "lover" or something or "companion" which is almost worse.

"...girlfriend," she finishes, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I look over at you, and the word "girlfriend" echoes in my head as I drink you in.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Lucky. Girlfriend," I'm at a loss for words...except for those three, apparently.

The thought of you leaving all of the sudden grips my heart with a panic. I don't want you to go. As we stand up, I turn to Mom and blurt out, "CanRileyspendthenight?"

I turn back to you, breathless and shake my head at myself.

"I mean...If you want to...or....whatever. But I want you to."

My eyes look at you pleadingly.

"Luke, I don't think that's..." my dad begins.

"It's up to her," Mom says. "I don't mind. I mean, it's not like we have to worry. I already know you're fucking."

"Seriously?" my dad asks, but Mom swats him on the arm again to shut him up.

"I understand if you have to go, but...I just...want more of you."

"If you're worried about clothes, we're close to the same size," Mom suggests. "I don't imagine that you teach in that."

"If she did that would explain a lot," Dad mutters, earning him yet another slap from Mom.

"We're going to go to bed ourselves," Mom says, to us, but directing it at Dad. "You two just...know that we support whatever decision you two work out."

Mom takes your hands in hers.

"My son is incredibly lucky to have you in his life, Riley," she says with a smile. "And you're always welcome in our home. I have sleepwear if you need it, but..." she winks, "I doubt you'll be wanting any. Oh, and if you need condoms..."

I cringe, but inside, I know how lucky I am. My mom is way too cool. I watch the way she looks at you as she talks to you, and I can tell how much she likes you, but when she starts talking about prophylactics, I blush. We've already revealed so much. How do we tell her that we want to get pregnant, too?

Despite how embarrassed I felt, it all fades away once we're together in my room. It doesn't even dawn on me that it might look juvenile to you. All I can see is you, and when you say that you want to suck me, I strip my clothes off faster than I've ever done in my life.

"God, Riley, I can't believe we're actually getting to do this. You're the first girl I've ever had in my room, and..."

You drop to your knees in front of me. I feel your mouth envelop my erection, and I go cross-eyed from the pleasure.

"You're so good at that," I moan, forgetting whatever was on my mind before.

I put my hands on your head and look down into your eyes. I feel so strong, so manly, standing naked in front of a woman on her knees with my dick in her mouth. I know it's small, but you make me feel huge with your enthusiasm and your skill.

"I have the best 8th grade teacher in the world," I groan. "Make me cum in your mouth. I want to fuck you tonight, and I know that I'll last longer if I've already cum."

I push your spaghetti straps off your shoulders and brush your hair back. You take my hint and pull your top down, revealing your tits to me.

"Everything about you is so perfect," I moan. "God, Riley, yes! Fuck, yes! That feels so good."

Just then, the door opens, and Mom walks in with an armload of bedding.

"Some extra pillows, and a blanket and sheets," she says as she barges in.

I'm horrified, at first, but when you don't stop sucking me, I feel strangely, bold. Mom is taken aback, staring for a beat as her little son gets sucked by his teacher, topless, on her knees. I know I should be terrified, screaming at her, maybe even, but I feel proud as my own mother watches her son's cock go in and out of your beautiful mouth. And she definitely watches.

I grab ahold of your head and pump my tiny erection into your mouth.

"Oh, my gooooooodddddd," Mom moans. I've never seen that look in her eyes before, but I've seen it in yours. She's aroused. As much as it strangely thrills me that she's watching me fuck your mouth, I want you all to myself.

"Mom, go," I say. I don't yell. I just say it calmly, but panting. "Go before I... before I..."

Mom gasps and rushes from the room muttering "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

As soon as the door closes, I look down at you and see the look in your eyes. You felt it too, the thrill of being watched. I slam my hips into your face and then...

"OOohhhhhhh, Rileeeeyyyyy!" I cry out, knowing that Mom's on the other side of the door, listing. "Riley, I'm cuummming...I'm cummminnnnggggg! I'M...FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!"

"You didn't stop," I pant as I watch you strip your clothes off. "My mom stormed in here, and you didn't fucking stop sucking my cock. I love you!"

As you climb into my bed, I climb in after you. Then I feel something crusty under the sheet, and I gasp. It's the sock that I usually cum in. It's stiff with dried semen. I quickly throw it onto the floor.

"Won't be needing this tonight," I joke, hoping that you're not grossed out.

When you spread your legs for me, I know that you're not. The sight of your pussy glistening between your soft thighs makes me moan.

I bury my face there, licking your moist slit. From the other room, I hear my father moan, and we both chuckle.

As Dad cums in Mom's mouth, she rips off her clothes and lies back.

"Get it hard again, Gary," she pants, licking his cum from her lips. "Eat my pussy until you're hard. I want you to fuck me. I want you to plow me."

"Julie, you never want sex after we've been around a hot woman. You always say that you're afraid that I'll be thinking of her, like there's someone else in the bedroom with us," my dad says, confused.

"Think of her if you want," Mom moans, pushing Dad's head into her sopping wet cunt. She thrusts her pussy up to meet Dad's mouth. "She's such a hot little sexpot. If you think of her while you're with me, it's okay. God, I saw her tits, Gary. They're so small, and so pert. They barely moved while Luke fucked her mouth."

My dad's face pops up.

"You saw he sucking our son off?"

"Don't stop until you're hard," Mom says, pushing him back down.

"I'm already hard again," Dad moans into her pussy.

She pulls him up and guides his dick into her.

"His cock is so small, but the way he fucked her mouth was so manly," Mom whispers.

"Holy shit, Julie," Dad gasps as he pushes into her.

"Think of her if you want, I don't care," she whimpers.

"Are you going to think of...him?" Dad asks tentatively.

Mom bites her lips as she nods.

"Oh my god, you incestuous slut," Dad moans as he pushes into her.

"Promise me that you'll think of her so that I don't feel so guilty," Mom begs.

Dad smiles. "Tell me more about her tits."

The taste of your cunt is delicious. I can't get enough of it. And the slippery soft tenderness of your inner labia feels like silk on my mouth. You spread yourself open to me, stretching your labia apart to give me access to your hole and to your clit.

"Will you squirt on me again?" I ask sheepishly. "That was so hot." I push two fingers into your hole as I slide my tongue over your clit.

I love the sensation of lying under you, letting you have your way with my face. I feel so objectified, like I'm just a tool for you to masturbate with, and it feels incredible. Your wet grool sliding all over my face makes me moan. You get wetter, sloppier as you ride me.

I grab onto your thighs. My tongue slips into your hole only to have your hole taken away. I feel my nose penetrate you. You grind on my nose as your cunt juice fills my nostrils. I can't breathe. I don't want to. I hold my breath, yearning for the chance to give you your release. When I hear you moaning, I thrust my face up into you. I hear you squeal. I shake my head back and forth, hoping to drive more pleasure into your hot, dripping cunt.

My dad hears Mom moan my name, but it makes him hornier.

"Riley," he moans in return. "You hot, sexy, little vixen. Let my boy fuck his mother while I show you what a real man's cock feels like."

"Oh fuck yes!" Mom cries out. "I want to watch you fuck her, Gary, while you watch me fuck our son."

Dad groans in agony and lust.

"I just stared at his cock," she pants. "I've always loved him more than you...ever since he was born. And I want to fuck him so bad now. But you've been such a faithful husband. I want you to have her tight, hot pussy to fuck."

Dad slams into Mom's cunt, making her squeal.

"They're not using condoms either," Mom pants. "And when I fuck him, I want him to take me bareback, too. I want to feel my son's cum shooting into me. OH, LUKE!"

Being used for your pleasure is such an incredible feeling. I don't want it to end...except for the growing ache in my cock that I long to shove inside of you.

Then I feel it. A hot wave of pungent fluid blasts into my mouth. Still unable to breathe, I swallow as fast as I can, desperate to drink you, hungry for every last drop of fluid from your beautiful pussy.

As I hold onto your thighs, I feel your body tremble. I push you off of me, making you squeal again. I pin you down with one hand on your shoulder as my other hand takes my throbbing little prick and shoves it into your sloppy wet pussy.

"Oh, Luke!" we hear the sound of my mother's voice come muffled through the door. "Take it, Riley!" my dad's voice follows.

"Holy shit," I gasp.

"They're worshiping us," you say, looking up at me. "Your a god, and I'm a goddess, and they're offering us their lust."

I pant as I thrust my inch-worth into you.

"Dad was staring at your body," I say.

"Your mom couldn't take her eyes off your cock," you reply.

"That's so fucked up," I say, but you feel my fervor increase. "But not as fucked up as my teacher riding my face," I tease.

"Oh Riley!" I gasp, slamming into you over and over.

Your tight cunt embraces my tiny dick. I look into your eyes as you talk about my parents. I still can't get over Mom watching me fuck your mouth, how manly and aggressive it made me feel, as if my body language was saying "Yes, this bitch is mine. This is the kind of hot slut your son can land. Aren't you proud of me?"

I hear my parents screaming our names. You smile at me as I take you harder and harder.

"I love your tight cunt, Riley!" I cry out. "I'm going to cum in your hot, tight, gushing, little pussy!"

I think about how risky it is, how I could get you pregnant. I want that so bad. I want to put a baby in you. I want to see you standing in front of our biology class, your belly so large that it sticks out through your clothes, and know that the child inside of you is mine.

"I'm going to cum and make you pregnant, Riley! Oh fuck...I...YEAH! OH, GOD! RIIILLLEEEEEYEYYYYYY!!"

I don't stop hammering into you as my dick sprays my seed into your womb. The sensation is pure bliss. My eyes water with the intensity as I look down at your pretty, little face looking up at me. I thrust with each contraction of my balls, trying to give momentum to my sperm, to shoot them all the way to your egg.

Once my balls finally finish their duty, and my cock deflates, I slide off of you, to lie next to you on the sweaty sheets. I lie there, panting, then I turn to you.

"I wouldn't be mad if you fucked my dad," I say. "I bet his bigger cock would feel amazing inside of you."

I smile at you, and bush the sweaty hair out of your face.

"But don't let him cum in you until I get you pregnant, okay? I want your baby to be mine."

I nod, hesitantly at first, then emphatically. I stand up, my tiny, flaccid dick dangling wetly between my hairless legs. I take your hand and pull you out my door and down the hall to their bedroom. Their door isn't even closed all the way. No wonder we could hear them so loudly.

"Mom," I say as we enter.

She looks up at me in shock at first, then in wonder. She holds the sheet up to cover her breasts, and then she slowly pushes it down.

"We heard you down the hall," I say.

"Oh, Honey," Mom says, shaking her head. "You have to understand that..."

"I love you, Mom!" I blurt out, cutting her off. "And if you want me...inside you...to cum...inside your pussy. Then I want it too..." I feel you squeeze my hand, and I feel so safe in this fucked up situation. I was a virgin before I left the house after school. Now I've fucked my teacher and propositioned my own mother. "...because I love you. And Dad, just promise you'll use a condom when you're inside Riley for now. Okay?"

I let go of your hand and walk over to Mom's side of the bed. She reaches her hand up to cradle my face as I lean in and kiss her. As I melt into Mom's lips, I watch out of the corner of my eye as you approach Dad.