Chapter 7
Porn Star
Part 1
Dad had already informed me that we would be leaving after lunch tomorrow so we would not keep my mother waiting longer than we had to, which meant I was in for another long night. I did not ask where I would be sleeping because it really did not matter. Personally, I hoped it was with my brothers. Dad called us in nearly an hour later. He had given me orders that my brothers were not supposed to stimulate me, but I could stimulate them if I wanted to.
Yet my brothers were beyond tired after a long day on the road and sitting there listening to my life story. Unlike me, Mom did not give them that pill, so they were not really in the mood as I watched them yawn. I picked up their robes after I dried us off, put them to bed, and tucked them in. When Mom and Dad came in, they were both fully dressed. Mom told me they wanted to play a new game tonight, having me dress too while she each gave my brothers a goodnight kiss as well as my sisters who were still naked.
Mom explained what she wanted me to do while I dressed; telling me Dad and she wanted to try an experiment to see how gay Shawn and Arthur were. By letting Dad, John and I go first and have me stimulate them fully. I was to save myself for her for the second part of the experiment, giving John and Dad a chance to rejuvenate. No big deal, right? True, I had not stimulated John yet, but I knew I would eventually, so I pushed my feelings aside and once more ignored those voices.
Mom was dressed in a nice button-down red blouse and a gray zipper-less skirt; standing in long fishnet stockings and a pair of red heels that matched her red blouse. Dad was dressed in a plain non-descriptive button-down shirt sleeve shirt, and in a pair of jeans and work shoes, having me dressed in a pullover shirt and jeans and my sneakers.
Right away I felt uncomfortable after being naked for so long. The clothes felt heavy and suffocating, but I would only be in them for a short while, so it was all good. Mom and Dad left me so we could finish getting ready. After I was dressed, I gave each of my brothers a kiss and stroked them to a hard state, and did them each orally just enough to get them excited. Promising them more than once we got on the road. They could have their way with me. I gave them each another kiss, telling them not to stay up too late, stimulating themselves and saving some for me.
I turned off the lights and went down the hall to meet my doom and groaned inward knowing what they wanted. It did not take a genius to know what was happening in Mrs. and Mr. Gill's room. Heard moaning as the bed squeaked. The fact they were old enough to be my grandparents said they still had the hots for each other, and personally, I was glad. I did not want to have sex with either of them or have them stimulate me. Hell, I did not want to have sex period, but if wishes were fishes, everyone would have one. I opened the door of Mom and Dad's bedroom.
The first thing I noticed was that Shawn and Arthur were sitting in the corner handcuffed together completely naked and still not hard yet. Mom was telling them that. "We are going to have sex and you get to watch, knowing that you could have had this. But instead had raped little boys and each other. When there are girls out there that would love to have a cute boy stimulate them.
"Too bad you like boys, you filthy animals, because now all you will have is each other. So, feel free to rape each other all you want. Because the moment you touch another boy or any of us without our permission, your life will be over. Oh, and do not think about leaving this room or moving from that spot without our permission, or I will handcuff and chain you up."
Mom removed the handcuffs to free them to stimulate themselves or each other, provided she let them. When it came to masturbation or stimulating ourselves, my brothers and I were quite comfortable having Mom, Dad, or my sisters being in our presence. Some say it is a sin to masturbate, more so the LDS church. But personally, I had been taught that was between us and God and to find the rule stupid, telling us only do it when we are married. Everyone does it the moment they discover they can and do so until the day they die. If someone tells you they do not, then they are lying to you.
When she noticed me, she said. "Oh good, you are here." Man, I wanted to hide in a hole and never come out. Mom closed the door and placed a chair in front of it, said to me. "Dad and John are waiting for you to rip their clothes off," Mom said. "Ok my handsome boys I am so very horny, so please do not make me wait too long for my turn with my son or you my very naughty boys," giving us a silly grin. All I can say is put on a porn tape in as we perform on a more real stage in front of our two guests.
I groaned inwardly as they each came forward, more eagerly than I was, and once again I was placed on a rock in a hard spot. Not only was I supposed to take off their clothes. I was supposed to do it like a wild animal. I cringed, knowing most likely I'd be the one re-sewing the buttons on because Mom had ordered me to rip them off with my teeth and hands.
Yet what could I do? I was trapped between what was right and what was wrong, and now I was to put on a hot and steamy show for two sexual deviants. I had a feeling it would not be the last time, considering Mom and Dad wanted to punish them in ways that only would torture them, by only watching and not participating. Or only allow them to stimulate themselves to a certain extent. Either by a hand job or orally, everything else they could do alone in their bedrooms.
That in self-stated that they will overlook a part of the shaming ritual and some of the rules. Like not being able to touch another boy until after their shaming ended, and only with permission when it involves girls that are willing and not forced or it would be counted as rape and their life would end painfully by breaking every bone in their body and cutting off their penis and feeding it to them then bury them alive.
All forms of homosexual activity with males, regardless of age, are now strictly forbidden, including previous actions like urinating inside their mouths. Any actions involving urination or engaging in gross activities are strictly prohibited, that says. "Yes, I am gay. I will bend you over and forcibly rape you." When it comes to sexual stimulation, all they are permitted to do is what Dillon, Dad, and my brothers do. Dillon informed me that they must wait until their shaming period is finished before they are permitted to engage in these activities. However, if they choose to go back and repeat the same crimes, fully understanding that they will suffer a horrific fate of disfigurement and death.
One of the main reasons it is the worst punishment is because they were forbidden any kind of love or stimulation other than self-masturbation with themselves. So, Mom and Dad are breaking some of the shaming rules because they no longer live in the nudist community where the laws would be strictly enforced. Personally, I would rather they cut it off and kill me than spend six years in hell. I know why they double their shaming period because this is the second time they have been caught and if they were living by the laws or rules. Both of them would be publicly killed on the spot. I questioned which was worse.
Unlike Shawn and Arthur, as well as my three brothers, Dad, I, and John, were given a full dose of Mom's horny pills so we could regenerate faster and more often, and gave us an extra dose when Dad finished our family prayer. Instead, they got nothing knowing when they fully climaxed that it would be at least three, maybe four hours before they could do it again vs. our thirty minutes to an hour.
Dad and John glided over to me eagerly to show them what they will be missing because they had been caught raping their brothers and their friends and each other. Personally, I still wondered if this is what gay people do, but not knowing what they actually do because of the limited information I had at the time. I knew there were gays or lesbians out there. It just was not as publicized as it is today. Again, hindsight is twenty, twenty.
So once more I had to trust Mom and Dad's judgment that I was not participating in gay activities. Even though my gut feeling said I was. Yet I either had to do it or face the monster inside Mom and Dad. And if that happened knowing they would go too far I would end up living with my mother, so I questioned which was worse. Being physically abused by my father and living in constant fear of protecting myself or this? Personally, I loved Mom and Dad more and the Rothwell family more than my own. Yet I wonder, is that a bad thing? Man, I needed that handbook on life.
Dad reached me and leaned down and kissed me passionately. When he was done, John did the same thing. Normally I would have freaked because a guy was kissing me the way a girl would, but I had become accustomed to it and started to really enjoy both regardless of how different they were between guys and girls kissing.
The one difference was the taste and the after feeling like a static charge going through you when you kiss a girl. Even my new adoptive Mom and my sisters have that same feeling, but it is not as strong as if I were kissing girls who were not family members or parents. Besides, kissing has been around forever; sharing germs with one another by kissing either a boy or a girl makes no difference, well that is my opinion on it for those that have never tried it.
I stepped into my role as Mom sat and watched with our two sexual deviants, only noting they were starting to get an erection. For me, John, and Dad it would take more than just a kiss or several kisses to get one. We needed foreplay. Mom said. "You like that, you filthy pigs? Too bad you are missing out." I kissed Dad again and began ripping his shirt one button at a time, exposing his smooth hard well-toned chest. When I reached one of the buttons, I took my tongue and followed it down to the last few buttons and bit them off, and spit them onto the floor next to our guests.
I opened Dad's shirt all the way and pulled it out of his pants while he kissed me. John turned me around to face him as he took my mouth and kissed me just as hard while they both lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it into the corner. Dad worked my shoulders with his hands and licked the back of my neck and shoulders. While I ripped John's shirt buttons and all, exposed his chest, licked his nipples, and bit softly as he moaned. When I got on my knees, I licked his navel and played with his belly button with my tongue. I undid his pants as well. But this time I pulled them down and his boxers and took his hardening penis inside my mouth, giving a small oral stimulation until he was rock hard. When that happened, I pulled up his pants and refastened them, standing up to kiss John.
Dad turned me around and kissed me as I removed his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Mom yelled at our guests to stop stimulating themselves, to torture them by waving handcuffs. To remind them she was in charge, she said if they do not mind, she will tie them up and they will not be able to stimulate themselves. I saw the hate in their eyes for me, but it only made me want to torture them even more.
Dad took off his shirt, and I followed with my tongue, tracing it down his chest and across to each of his nipples, softly biting them and eliciting moans from him. I traced my tongue down to his navel and belly button and did the same as I did John. By me undoing his pants and zipper and pulling them down and his boxers exposed his hardening erection and gave it the same attention I had Johns, causing John to step forward spreading his legs so I could go under them.
When that happened, I pulled up Dad's pants and buttoned them back up, and slid up behind John, giving Dad him a chance to kiss and lick each other's chest while I removed John's shirt and tossed it into the same corner as mine. Mom licked her lips, wanting very much for me to rip off her clothes. I licked and kissed John's back, letting them make out as they kissed and felt each other's chest and back, having them wrap their arms around each other, deepening their kiss.
I knew what I had to do; I had to pretend that Mom was one of my long lists of girls. I glided over to Mom, while they were making out and climbed up on her lap and straddled her, allowing her to kiss me. As I released our kiss, I took her lips with me and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Watching our guests turn away from me as they focused their eyes on the guys, once again proving they were gay. With the last few buttons, I ripped them off all at once, watching them fly in all directions.
Mom kissed me again as I trailed my tongue down the length of her neck to her bra. I pulled it down to give me access to her breasts, and she moaned even louder; I did not know or care if she was faking it, as I took each of her breasts into my mouth. When I was done, I pulled her bra back up, tucking in her breasts back in. She giggled. "My little Tiger is so bad." I kissed her and slid down to the floor as I hiked up her skirt. Just enough to see her fishnet stockings and pulled the right side down with my hands, and down to her knees, and did the same with the other one. John and Dad came over, taking each side of Mom and trading kisses as I worked on Mom's legs. They would trade off kissing with each other as Dad folded back down her bra so they each could have a breast.
I turned around and smiled at my guests. Noticing they were barely hard because they did not like what they were watching. Proving once more they were gay because Mom was hot, extremely hot in my opinion, and Dad and other fathers that had been with her over the last two weeks had said so.
I stretched out Mom's right leg and removed her shoe and placed her leg on my right shoulder, as I worked her fishnet stocking off. Licking and kissing my way down to her foot and ankle and sliding just enough to give our guests a perfect view. Then I took that foot and sucked every one of her toes as she moaned, rubbing her sweet spot between her black lace panties. I took her left leg and did the same as well as her foot. When I came back between her legs. I hiked up her skirt again and found the hole I was looking for and opened her up by spreading her legs just enough.
Only to be stopped by Dad picking me up and placing me over his shoulder and flopping me on the bed on my back. John replaced Mom's bra and left her with a kiss. Glided over to the bed to help Dad with my shoes and socks and took each foot and my toes into their mouth. I moaned even louder to make them think that I was really getting off on it, and I was.
Mom giggled naughtily as she came on the bed to help, letting Dad and John remove her blouse and her bra. While Mom was undoing my pants, taking her time as she kissed me passionately as Dad slid off her skirt, revealing those laced black panties with that heart-shaped hole where her sweet spot was.
Dad and John worked as a team with Mom to remove my pants and boxers. Mom, taking my penis in her mouth brings me to a hard state and worked her way back up my chest with her tongue until she reached my mouth again. While John and Dad continued to work on my legs and feet. Dad crawled on top of me as Mom grabbed the lotion and put some on his back, and massaged it with John's help. Then, when Dad was fully on top of me. I spread my legs and gave him a funny grin, which was my cue and John's cue to move to the next phase. Mom asked our guests if they liked to play with her breasts. Watching them decline, Mom placed their hands on them and cupped them as they blushed bright red and dropped their hands.
Mom giggled. "Will someone please play with me? I am so horny," Sticking a finger in her mouth like I had seen in a porn film as if she was a naughty girl swaying back and forth. It was John's cue to do just that and spun her around and faced them while he slipped behind her and cupped each of her breasts. Shawn's and Arthur's faces couldn't be any redder.
They had forgotten all about me and Dad as planned. Dad gave me a wink, and I locked my legs with his and we rolled so I was on top of him. That brought our guests' attention back to us as I slid down closer to Dad. While John was busy playing with Mom's breasts as he took one hand and rubbed her sweet spot as Mom climaxed with a loud scream. "Yes! Yes! I am so horny!" Mom was an excellent actor like those stupid porn people with lines that just said how dumb do you think we are?
Mom takes John's hand and helps him rub it. Still, there was no reaction from our guests as I made out with Dad. I leaned in with a kiss and laid on top of him and worked my way down to each of his nipples. Spending as much time as I liked watching our guest's penis began to stiffen again. Dad rubbed my back and my butt with his hands as I slid down and up back to his mouth. On the fourth trip down, I reached for Dad's pants and undid them, pulling down the zipper with my teeth.
Dad said. "You're such a naughty boy." I watched as our guests nodded in agreement as I watched them lick their lips.
Mom said. "Oh, pooh." Watching John leave her to join Dad and me on the bed. Flashing her tits as they rubbed against their backs. Getting no reaction, even more so when she placed their hands on them or put them right in their faces. In hopes they would play with them. Only to have them turn their heads to watch me and Dad and John.
Are they crazy? A woman was offering her breasts, and they were turning them down to see two guys making out. Man, are they stupid? I licked my lips, wanting to dive into those. Mom has one of the best-looking breasts that a guy would be stupid to turn them down. Even the gas station attendant couldn't wait to sample them or the boys at McDonald's wanted some. They did not even turn around as they only got on their knees to watch what I was going to do next to Dad. Mom gave up and came to the other side of the bed as I slid off Dad, letting her straddle him asking him. "Would you like to play with me?" Placing Dad's hands on them as he massaged them and leaned up to take them in his mouth.