Chapter 2-2
In Between Dream and Reality
Part 3
When Dad returned, I could see the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light in the room. I lay on the bed, my body sinking into the plush mattress, eagerly waiting for Mom to finish getting ready. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a delicate floral fragrance. I could hear the rustle of her clothes as she moved, the sound of fabric brushing against her skin.
Dad entered the room, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. I watched as he gracefully removed his robe, the soft fabric gliding off his shoulders and landing gently on the chair next to ours. He brought in a bucket of ice, and the clinking of the ice cubes filled the room. The sound mixed with the fizzing of the soda cans as he placed two six-packs on the nightstand, their cold condensation leaving a trail of dampness on the wood.
He handed each of us a chilled soda; the coolness seeping through the aluminum can and into my palms. I could feel the beads of moisture forming on the surface, a refreshing sensation against my skin. Dad smiled at me, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, hinting at the trouble that was about to unfold.
But before he could ask me directly, he turned to Mom. I watched as she gracefully approached him, the soft sway of her hips captivating my attention. She reached out and took hold of his penis, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the warmth of her hand as she began to stroke him, the sensation building until he was fully aroused.
For a moment, I entertained the hope that I could just watch as Mom and Dad engaged in their intimate activity. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. But that hope was shattered, as Mom's desire included me as well. She wanted Dad, but she wanted me too. A knot tightened in my stomach, a mix of anticipation and apprehension. I knew what was coming next - the spider love.
Without hesitation, Mom instructed me to get in the middle of the bed. I could feel the softness of the sheets against my skin as I climbed on top of them. She didn't ask; she simply assumed that I would cooperate, my compliance expected without question. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, a heavy burden I couldn't escape.
My foster mother positioned herself on top of me, moving with confidence and assurance. Her warmth radiated through our bodies, a mixture of desire and forbidden pleasure. Placing my hands on her breasts, I felt the softness of her skin yielding to my touch. I gently massaged them as she set the rhythm, our bodies merging into a dance of sensation. I loved watching them bounce and feeling them, which made me wonder why Shawn didn't like it. I had a deep appreciation for breasts, having experienced many sizes with different girls. While I enjoyed them all, my favorites were big breasts like Nora's, and also similar in size to my mom's, Kerry's, and Jody's.
When Mom was ready, she leaned over just enough for me to see my dad climb on behind her. He positioned his legs and feet on the other side of ours. Mom placed a pillow under me, elevating my pelvis to ensure I stayed inside her when Dad entered her from behind. As he leaned mom down, lifting her butt, she paused for a moment to kiss me passionately. It was a pleasurable moan that drew my attention to her, while Dad inserted his penis into Mom's butt. Mom spread her legs slightly and folded them back, allowing her to lie on top of me. Dad gently pushed our legs apart a little more, finding the perfect position between ours. He asked both Mom and me if we were ready. Though I wanted to say no, it was already too late. Dad firmly gripped Mom's hips and thrust forcefully, establishing a new rhythm. When Dad thrust hard, Mom thrust with me inside her. Initially, I thought that Dad's penis would meet mine inside Mom, but I knew the anatomy and understood it was not possible.
I had seen this move in a porn video featuring my parents and my brothers. They used it as a teaching tool to educate us about sex, which was quite different from how most parents would react. Nudity was not a big deal in our home, especially during the summer or on warm days. Even in winter, we would often forego clothing and wrap ourselves in blankets. Dad or Mom would let us lay on top of them while we watched TV, sometimes with my younger brothers, Shane, or my two sisters. Falling asleep in their arms, under the comforting blanket, brought me the best sleep and fewer nightmares. Shawn, Arthur, and Danny, and even Kelly refused to do so and would just go downstairs or leave the room. We knew they would do other things with each other, yet we were not allowed to talk about it. They did not like being naked with us unless Mom and Dad forced them to be. Even skinny dipping, they refused and would move off further down the pond rather than having them see them or us. Yet they would with each other. Again, we were not allowed to talk about it, so we ignored them and put them out of our minds. Now we all know that was a big mistake, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Mom and Dad kept thrusting at a feverish pace as we glistened with sweat. I closed my eyes trying to let it happen, just like Dillon told me to, only to have Dad stop. I opened them, watching Dad climb off Mom and me. Dad told me it was my turn for me to learn something else. I cringed, knowing what he wanted me to do. Mom whispered as she kissed me, telling me it was ok, she was a girl and she wanted me to. I swallowed hard as Dad made me get off the bed, taking my place, telling me to stop when I was about to climax fully. Mom got on her hands and knees as she straddled Dad.
Dad had already shown me this position, and he knew I was even more uncomfortable with it because of Shawn and them and what they did to my brothers. Yet again, I have seen Dad do it many times and seen it done on the porn tapes. In fact, I had seen Dillon's parents the Allens and the Rockwater's parents do it multiple times. So why was I having such a hard time?
Mom wiggled her butt at me, telling me to do it or she will sit on me, forcing me to do it the hard way, then giggled. "That sounded just as fun. Maybe we will try that." Once more I tried not to think about it and, wanting the monster to stay in its cage, I closed my eyes and put lotion on my penis just like Dad did.
I took a deep breath and drilled Mom; she shivered, stating she was not expecting that like that but liked it very much. Mom liked the rough stuff just like Dillon's sister and Nora, but I never did this with them or the girls I had been with, for obvious reasons. I did what Dad did and took her hips, placing my hands on them and letting me guide Mom back down as Dad and her spread her legs so I could slide in between them. Mom went down like a house of cards, as Dad's penis went completely in. As he placed a pillow under him to give me more access to Mom's butt raised slightly in the air.
It was my turn to set the pace, Mom screaming for me to do it harder and faster. I closed my eyes and opened them to see Nora, not Mom. I smiled because I enjoyed seeing Nora naked and loved the feel of her as our bodies touched. Nora screamed, telling me not to be gentle. I kept my pace, and dived in deeper and harder as I slipped out of Nora. Back and forth. I thirsted for those breasts and took my hands as I leaned in closer and took each of Nora's sides. I felt fingers rough and smooth, but sweaty, but Dad was not here with me, Dillon was as we worked as a team.
Dad screamed he was close Mom stopped, but I kept going, harder and harder. If Mom had not forced me to stop, I would not have. She forced it out and looked into my eyes, noticing that I was not seeing her. She kissed me as Dad locked our legs and rolled us to the side. Dad slapped me gently on the cheek and kissed me and bit my lip, which shook me from my trance.
I shivered to let the dream fade, seeing Dad's face as his stomach panted on top of me. He smiled when he knew I had awakened from my trance. Asking me if Mom was still Nora. Telling me I screamed her name many times in our throes of sex. He knew it was just a dream because I had never done this to any of the girls; it was only a wet, wonderful dream.
Mom moved him aside and kissed me harder, asking me if I would like to finish what I started. I smiled, grabbed her breasts and took them into my mouth, and whispered. "Yes, but Dad would not like it."
She giggled. "He'll get over its son."
I whispered. "Maybe later." Knowing I had already fully climaxed twice compared to Dad's one in the bathroom. Fair is fair, and Mom told me we have plenty of time and we would be doing this more often. I questioned why was I accepting the fact that l was starting to enjoy having sex with Mom. Even though we had just inserted our penis inside Mom's butt, she only cleaned us off so she would not get the taste of it in our mouth.
Being it was my first time she wanted me to have a more pleasant experience before she had me try it. I was good with that and was not ready to try Mom that way even though she had with me and Dad, Dillon and his Dad, and no doubt Mr. Rockwater.
Mom prepared me and Dad for spider love, having us scoot together with our backs facing the opposite direction and combining my and Dad's penises together with an open condom. Placing more lotion on them to make them slick as she took us both.
Unlike last time, she faced Dad instead of me, placing Dad's hands on her breasts. Mom told me to do the same with her butt and back and massage her like I had done many times before. Mom began slowly as I closed my eyes so I could enjoy it, thinking of my mermaids instead of Mom doing it to me. I found it was easier to do so, even though none of my mermaids or the girls I had been with did this. Yet I had wondered what it would feel like if me and Dillon did it with our girls, but instead, we always kept to my promises, to a certain extent, regarding sexual encounters. This was never on the menu, sad to say. But the other was definitely not for obvious reasons, which had to do with Shawn.
Mom went hard and fast, making us glisten with sweat. I moaned with pure pleasure as she thrust up and down on top of me and Dad. Dad arched his back and stiffened as he fully climaxed, and I felt it drip between us. Mom kept going while I massaged her legs and feet and her back. It was not as much as it was like last time. In some ways, I was surprised by it, wondering what the difference was. Yet it was my third time. The other two were when we were leaving the nudist colony the night before.
Mom climbed off as we watched it drip down with her wetness. Not once did Mom did not scream as much as when it was just me and her. Which said she was nearly worn, something I knew well when I pleased the other girls. Mom took our penises into her mouth and took the condom off with her teeth and spit it out, missing the garbage can.
When she got it all, she did not share it with us by licking her lips. I noticed her face was sad because there was nothing left of it. Checking with her tongue between both our legs and finding more telling us how good we each tasted. Mom rolled over on her back. Dad let me have the first crack as I spread Mom's legs and took most of it leaving just enough for Dad.
We lay side by side, each taking Mom's breast as we licked them, taking half of Mom as we split her down the middle letting our tongues touch every so often. Mom moaned, running her fingers through our hair as we tortured her with pleasure for nearly an hour more before we stopped. Noticing the time on the dresser that it was two thirty in the morning, which said we had been having sex for four or five straight hours. Dad wanted to be on the road by eight and stop for breakfast around ten so we could make our destination by three p.m.
Mom had us all climb into the shower together just to bathe, but she enjoyed playing naughty games with us. The fact that neither Dad nor I could raise an erection did not matter. All it meant we could foreplay longer. We brushed our teeth, and washed out our mouths with mouthwash, making our mouths minty clean, just right for kissing.
Mom lay in the middle of the bed, having Dad take the left side and me on the right, pulling the blanket over us. Mom would trade kisses with us as Dad and I pleasured with our hands, rubbing her sweet spot while she massaged our penises until Dad and I fell asleep. With a breast in each of our mouths, Mom placed her arms around us, kissing us each on the head goodnight.