Push the point and see what you can get your mom to do.
From Create Your Own Story
You let your mother's breasts go and look up her with a horny smirk. "Are you sure mommy?" You whisper as you push your self up, using the arms of the kitchen chair till you are seated on the table right in front of your mom. You hook your thumbs into your boxers and push them down, allowing your rock hard, 6 inch cock to spring loose. "Are you sure you don't to suck it..." Before you are even down making your offer your mother has already sucked your cock into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the shaft.
Instead of closing the robe and leaving your mommy pulls the garment from her shoulders and slips it off, showing you she is completely naked. With your cock still in her mouth she stands up, giving you the right angle to squeeze and pull at her aching nipples, "That's it mommy.., suck my cock.., fuck that feels amazing." You whisper to her, causing her to moan around dick while she drives a few fingers into her pussy. It doesn't take long before you mother starts to moan very loudly and suck even harder then you ever thought possible. You figure she is on the verge of a powerful climax. "What the fucking Hell?!?!"
Both of you were so lost in your lust for each other neither one of you noticed your father had re-entered the Kitchen. Your mom immeadately pops her head up, freeing your still ridged, spit soaked cock just in time to get yanked out of the chair and her robe tossed at her. "Get dressed you fucking slut!" Your father screams. "Don't call her that you bastard!" You yell back at him, hopping off the table and yanking your boxers up. As soon as your feet hit the ground the back of your fathers hand impacts your cheek, sending you reeling backwards. You feel the sting of his strike, then everything goes dark.
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The R.V trip was cancelled and a 3 day fight ensued. It didn't take more then a few hours for your's and Heather's late night activities to be exposed as well. You dad was furious of course, he felt betrayed and humiliated and seem more jealous then hurt. At first he treatened to kill you, ands that was eventually reduced to simply calling the police and letting them deal with all three of. Eventually He agreed to just send you away to a military/finishing school and forbidden any contoct with your sister and mother. You are not exactly sure how your dad finally agreed to that arrangement but your suspect that both your mom and Heather had to use their tits and pussy to secure it.
The school is tough, 8 hour days with very little time where you are not studying or practicing. Your dorm room is very small and modestly furnished. A deck, a bed and an alarm clock, along with a dresser to keep your uniforms in are about all that is in the tiny room where you have lived for the last 6 weeks. At least you don't have a room mate to bother you through your misery How bad you miss your mother and sister make your present situation all the more difficult to bare.
You get a free hour before dinner time to walk the grounds, which seem to go on forever. Along one of your walks you found a large cliff that overlooks a shallow lake, its a very comforting vista and ends up being the destination of your walk today. As look over the sight you go find your self thinking about how hard the last week has been, how you'd give anything to be home right now. Somehow, Heather had snuck out a letter to you that you recieved last Sunday.
In the letter Heather told you how much she missed you.., graphically, making your cock ache with need. She said that dad had calmed down some but still would not hear of your returns. Her and your mother had a heart to heart and had come to terms with the fact they both desired you. She even said that they had found physical comfort in eachother's arm, another rather graphic explination that left you with a throbbing cock and blue balls to match. You read that letter every night and fall asleep to images of them both sharing your bed. However, as the days move on and that possibility grows more and more unlikely you find yourself slipping deeper and deeper into depression. So much so that the principle has assigned a therapist to work with you three times a week.
You glance down at the ground trying measure the distance in your head. You're sure the fall would kill you instantly, bringing to an end this horrific nightmare. It would certianly be easier to not come up with lie after lie to Dr. Hammen about why you're so depressed. As you stand there, lost in deep thought a clicking sound breaks you from your mortal contemplation. It seems to be coming from deeper in the forest.
Do you:
