Grandeur (6)

“Guys...” mom stammered. One look at his disheveled and well-fucked wife was enough to get my father’s full attention. “What on earth happened to you?” he asked. “Well, I… err” As I stood in the hall, watching handjob mom from behind, I interracial could see a big drop of sperm ooze from her pussy. The thick string of pearly white cum dangled from her swollen lips and then landed on her thigh, where it slowly began to dribble down. There was no way anyone in the room could have missed it. “Is that… cum?” my sister asked. “Yes, it is. It’s Mark’s... Let’s say he passed the test… with flying colors” “So he did, did he?” dad said, a strange smile on his lips. Mom nodded. “Third time’s a charm”. She turned around and invited me into the living room. “Well done, boy!” Dad said as he got out of his chair masturbation and gave me a manly blowjob hug. “Welcome to the club, son!” While my mind was still reeling from my first fuck and puzzled from my dad’s unorthodox reaction, it was my sister who really turned my world upside down. "Does this mean Mark will join the rest of us?” she asked. “Yes baby. From now on, there are no more secrets in this house” “Can he fuck me next?” “Of course he can, baby. All you have to do is ask” “Neat!” “So, you‘re in this too?” I asked my sister “Oh yeah, and I’ve been waiting for you to join us. I don’t think daddy’s quite up to the cumshot task of keeping two women satisfied” His glazed interracial stare was a look of utter shame. Another lie. We then were doing implementation and training each of the next 4 weeks, one week each site. I heard her blow a little air out of her ass, right on to my face. I cumshot loved it. I was hoping that maybe he would give me a mini-break so I could blowjob rub lotion onto my ass. By sundown, they were at another river, more substantial than handjob the one back by Tess’s home. She said, hooking my arm in hers and pulling me down to where the porch wrapped around the house, as it masturbation was modelled like a gazebo. “Come on! She's out doing boring things. Every time she dozed off she dreamt of her son.