Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 11:02:25 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 16 I followed Trish up, which gave me the chance to appreciate her tight bejeaned arse as it swayed up the stairs. My cock was pushing against my own jeans, and it was hardly surprising given the circumstances. Dad was sitting at his computer in his study, and he'd logged on to the site as Tracey had instructed. Looking at the screen, I saw he'd been greeted by a few of them but had not responded. "Don't be rude, Dad," I told him. "Answer the nice gentlemen." He started to tap out answers to the greetings, as Trish peered over his shoulder at the screen. "They sure know what you are, don't they?" she said. "They got your number, alright. Tell them you've just shaved your pubes, and that it makes you look like a little boy." He did as her was told, and there came back several insulting comments. Trish read them out loud, laughing as she did. She was really enjoying this, having a man, and the father of her best friend at that, totally in her power. And Dad was enjoying it too, as his cock showed by pointing straight up in the air as he sat there typing. In his wildest dreams, I doubt he could have wished for this whole scenario. Then I saw BullDom, Tracey's alter ego, sign into the room. I pointed it out to Trish, and told her who it was. She smiled, and stepped back to watch the fun. "Well, if it's not old degrade," Tracey typed. "The pervy little cunt with the firm-titted wife and the son he wants to suck. You sucked him yet, degrade?" Dad glanced at me, and at a nod from me typed that he had. That led to a host of more comments, many of them disbelieving. I stood there thinking we should give them all a show some time, feed the cam I'd hidden in here directly into Dad's computer and prove to them that he was telling the truth. And then it struck me just how strange that line of thought was to be having. Back on the screen, Tracey was typing again. "I want to see this firm-titted wife of yours, degrade," she put. "Show us some photos." At that instant a jpeg appeared on his desktop. He opened it up, and we could see that it was a pretty ordinary photo of Mum, taken on our last visit to the seaside, in a halter top and shorts. She was wearing a floppy hat that obscured much of her face. Dad hesitated, looking at it. "Send it," Trish said suddenly, making him jump. He did, and it scrolled out in the chat room. I could se the way he was thinking. An innocent beach photo, her face not even recognisable. What harm could there be in that? But he didn't know Tracey like I was coming to know her. I doubted very much that it would stop there. And then I noticed something else, how avidly he was reading the comments being made about the photo. The men calling Mum names like bitch and slut, and saying what they'd like to do to her. Sand I realised that, deep down, he didn't want it to stop there. Another jpeg popped up on the desktop, and he opened it up to reveal a bikini shot from that same holiday. This time Mum's face was clearly visible. Without any hesitation he scrolled it on to the chat screen. Then there was another, and this one was totally different. It was of Mum stark naked and in the bathroom, facing the webcam. Dad glanced at me as he realised that we'd been spying on her as well as him, and I recognised what I saw in his eyes. It was excitement. But still he hesitated, his finger hovering over the mouse button. "Post it, bitch," Trish told him harshly. "Show all these men your slut wife's sexy little body." The finger came down at once, and instantly Mum's nude body started to scroll out on the chat screen. There were getting to be a hell of a lot of people who had seen that body of hers now, and no doubt many in this chat room would copy it and post it on elsewhere. Mum would be making a lot of cocks harden and spurt one way or another. Half a dozen more photos came through in rapid succession, each of them of Mum naked and in different poses. All of them were from the bathroom cam, so I took it that Tracey didn't want him to know we had the bedroom wired just yet. One particularly good one, that got the chatters really going, was of her bending down and facing away from the webcam. Her cunt was shadowed but just visible, and her arse cheeks had parted to reveal her sweet little arsehole. Most of the men in the room were talking about fucking it, but a few were after putting their tongues in there instead. The door to the study opened and Tracey slipped in. It wasn't all that big a room, and with the four of us it was getting pretty crowded. Not that I complained when Trish scrunched round in front of me, and I felt her tight arse pushing at my groin and my already hard cock. She gave a little giggle and wiggled her arse cheeks. "I see you take after your Dad in the cock department, Chris," she said, turning her head to look at me. "No wonder the horny slut likes sucking it." "He didn't get much chance to suck it," Tracey said with a laugh. "Chris was too busy pounding it in, face fucking the bitch." "I'd like to see that," Trish said, turning her head to look at me. "I'm sure my brother would be happy to oblige," Tracey said. "And your Dad?" "What's it matter what that cockslut wants? He's ours." "True," Trish said, reaching forward to ruffle Dad's hair. Then she twisted round to face me, and her deft fingers quickly undid the button on y jeans and pulled down the zip. I wasn't difficult for her to find my cock when she reached inside, hard as it was. But it still managed to grow a little more at the cool touch of her hand. "You going to fuck your daddy for me, Chris?" she asked, rubbing my cock. "You going to show me how you fuck the bitch?" All I could manage was a nod. She let go of my cock and turned back to Dad. She leaned over him and spat expertly on to the end of his erect cock. Her saliva began to run down the shaft. "Wank that cock for me bitch," she ordered. "While your son fucks that slut mouth of yours." She got into the corner out of the way to make room for me. Dad took hold of his cock and began to stroke it as he opened his mouth to take mine. My eyes were on Trish as she watched us, and when I glanced down I saw that his were too. I felt his lips on the head of my cock, and thrust forward. "Yes," Trish said excitedly. "Fuck the bitch, Chris. Rape his mouth for me." With her egging me on, I grabbed hold of his hair and began ramming my cock into his mouth. Tracey was still standing by the door, and I saw that she was watching Trish too rather than me and Dad. Knowing as well as I was coming to, I figured she was considering how Trish might be the next on her list to control. No doubt cams in Trish's parents' home was going to come into it somewhere. I was thinking that I'd find that fun too as I let loose a stream of cum into Dad's mouth. Looking down, I could see that he had climaxed too, the thin strands of cum down his hand and over his thighs and balls. I pulled out and wiped the excess off on his cheek, and then turned to Trish. "That was so fucking hot!" she said breathlessly. Just then we heard the door downstairs being unlocked and Mum calling out. Trish checked her watch and laughed. "We've cut it a bit short," she said. She looked at Dad. "Better get yourself cleaned up and dressed before you come down," she told him. Tracey, Trish and I went down first. And it was then that we noticed the shaving stuff still sitting there on the living room table.