Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2023 06:10:04 -0500 From: Blake Young Subject: Phil's Family Chapter 2 Dear reader I hope you enjoy this story. It was heavily inspired by another story called "watching the boys". I like to think of this as the bi sexual version but that story was still great. Feel free to email me if you enjoy. I love to hear peoples thoughts. Along with the usual disclaimers, please remember to donate to nifty if able. It's awesome that we have the ability to share this material. I won't lie, the second I got in the car I was nervous again. What if something happened back home while I was gone and I wasn't able to fix it? I know, I probably sound like a bit of a control freak, but I just love my family. The first thing I did as the driver pulled off was take out my laptop and hook it up to my phone; then I watched through the security cameras as my family slowly dispersed from the foyer. Piper was the first to leave. She scurried off to her bedroom as always. Where I'm sure she buried her face in her computer for hours on end. Gaston, Courtney, and Maine stood there in the foyer for a short time talking with each other as the rest of the kids headed off, seemingly without notice or concern. Courtney then turned and went to the kitchen with Gaston following her. Once again he sat down in my spot at the table. I could see Courtney pouring Gaston a cup of coffee and then reaching inside the fridge pulling out ingredients to fix everyone breakfast. Gaston was talking to her about something I couldn't make out. He sat there, elbows placed on the table, hands joined his chin resting on top of them with a subtle grin, or maybe a smirk. While I don't know what they were talking about but it seemed innocent enough. In all honesty it seemed like they were getting along quite well. Courtney's body language appeared relaxed and not tense at all. She occasionally smiled and seemed to be laughing at whatever Gaston was saying. Really there was nothing of note in their entire interaction. I decided to give Courtney a call just to touch base despite the fact that I'd only been gone a few minuites. As soon as the phone rang I watched her and Gaston get quiet before picking it up. "Hey honey, is something wrong?" she asked "Um no... I guess I just miss you guys already." "Already?? how will you make it on your trip if you're going to be calling every few minutes, haha... Listen honey I know you're worried about us but everything is going to be just fine. Gaston was just saying how you needed to relax. You can't control everything that happens in life. I need you to just breathe, relax, and enjoy your trip. I've got to go, I'm busy making breakfast for everyone, so go ahead and call me later after your plane lands in Brazil." She said she really had to go before hanging up. It was strange how quickly she had hung up, but her calm demeanor always had a way of helping me relax. She was right of course and I knew it. I always tried to control everything to the point it had driven Mark, when we first started this business together. Every order, every sale, and every shipment I had to double check. Courtney was right. I did need to relax. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. " don't worry, you've got nothing to be afraid of. Everything will be taken care of until you get home" I said to myself. I glanced down back to the other security cameras displayed on my laptop just in time to see Maine and Ethan walking towards the gym. I guess what Maine was saying before about working out everyday was true. I had been too busy to keep tabs on them, but I was fairly certain that he and Ethan actually had gone to the gym together every day since Maine had arrived. Ethan was wearing a bright green soccer tee and matching shorts that were just as tight as the pair I'd observed him wearing a few days ago. I should really say something to Courtney and let her know that she's buying Ethan the wrong size shorts on their shopping trips. As they walked into the gym and closed the door I saw Maine turn and lock the door, before he reached out and grabbed the back of Ethan's shorts and yanked them downward exposed his ass cheeks even more than before. I didn't even have time to react. Ethan turned back around smiling and laughing visibly as he gazed up at Maine. Was this just some childish horseplay? Was this what they usually did and I just hadn't noticed? Ethan's ass was now on full display. It was athletic and shapely, but noticeably paler than the rest of his skin. There was a visible tan line between his upper legs and the bottom of his ass cheeks I hadn't noticed before. There was no doubt in my mind now that Maine had certainly noticed how sexy my son's ass looked by now, but then again maybe he thought nothing of it. Maybe I was just thinking about it too much.. Maybe I was just a pervert. I began to feel an overwhelming amount of guilt as I stared at my son's ass on full display in the camera. Then I watched as my son pushed his shorts down the rest of the way and step out of them completely. Maine then pushed his own shorts down as well. This revealed an ungodly large cock. It was longer soft than mine was hard, and about as thick around as Ethan's wrist. I couldn't help but stare. The way it swung as he moved was hypnotizing. Now naked, the two of them simply went on about doing their exercises, as if there was nothing unusual about this. I just could not stop thinking about it. My son definitely took after his mother in the ass department and while it was wrong I couldn't help but admire it. The guilt of thinking such nasty thoughts was too much so I slammed the laptop shut. I gazed out the window trying to take my mind off of what I'd just witnessed and shake those thoughts that I knew I shouldn't have. I should have turned back around right then but I didn't. I know if it was strange. Part of me always struggled to know if something was normal and I was just the one making it weird. I mean they weren't doing anything sexual. I remember back in the day when I played football we'd do similar things. Guys would get naked and work out in the locker room all the time. They called it "bro bonding". "Ethan was getting to that age and Maines part of gym culture that's all" I convinced myself. As I stared out watching the trees fly by I thought back on my life. I had always struggled with thoughts that I shouldn't have, just like most people have at times and I tried very hard to contain them. I channeled my frustrations into a productive obsession. I poured myself into my work constantly. I can only imagine how much it frustrated Mark and Courtney in the early years of the company. My temper often got the better of me when things wouldn't go my way but I've gotten better with age. Sometimes I wonder why Mark and Courtney put up with me. As I leaned my head against the window passively looking out at the trees and road signs passing by; I slowly began to doze off. When I woke up the car was parked outside of the airport terminal and my driver was already getting my bags out of the trunk. I tightened and pressed my legs outwards while flexing my shoulder blades inward. Taking one of those deep stretches everyone needs after a car nap. Reaching for the door handle I paused as a sense of excitement overcame me. I felt as though my life was going to change for the better. I stepped out of the car and grabbed my bags thanking the driver as I walked away towards the airport doors. I won't bore you with any long meaningless details of making it through the TSA, baggage claim, or how I waited for my flight to board. Suffice it to say that it was a very boring process and flight until we landed. Once I touched down in Rio, Brazil I switched my phone back on to call Courtney again and check in "Hey honey is something wrong?" she asked " No nothing's wrong I just want to call and let you know that I've safely landed in Rio, and that everything went smoothly at the airport." " That's great sweetie when are you having your meeting with your potential business partners?" "Tomorrow night, after Mark fly's in, we're going to meet at a restaurant nearby and discuss things with the first partner." "Well that sounds wonderful sweetie" but as she said that I could have sworn I heard some laughter in the background. " Look at you getting to go and eat at a fancy Brazilian restaurant while I'm stuck here looking after the kids and cooking for everyone in the house" she continued laughing seemingly uncontrollably. " Well it's more about business than just the meal but it does come with its perks I suppose" I chuckled. "Listen, I know it's late but do you think maybe you could put Clover on the phone before you put her to bed?" "Oh sweetie I would love to but Gaston put to bed about half an hour ago" she said giggling again " Gaston put her to bed? Are you okay? You seem to be laughing quite a bit. Is everything alright or am I missing something?" I asked. " Everything is just fine, Gaston made some brownies with your special Stash from down in the bar and I looooove them. He said you said it was okay to tap into your stash, so I figured "hell why not give it a try."." " You're eating pot brownies? I didn't know you liked weed." "Well you never asked, you're always too busy being all serious and focused on the most important thing in your life, making Moooney" she said mockingly "I'm just teasing you honey, but you really do need to relax. It's so fun" she said before hanging up. Why was I feeling so jealous of my wife for eating pot brownies? I don't care if she gets high, and yet still I felt jealous. She had done nothing wrong. In fact she's right, we never do anything fun, or exciting together anymore; we haven't in years. She probably sees me coming down here as a vacation that I'm taking without her so it makes sense that she's back there having a vacation from me... I went outside the terminal to call the driver Mark had arranged for me. It didn't take long for him to arrive. I introduced myself to him and loaded my bags and laptop in the trunk before getting in the back. The second I got in the back I pulled out my phone [again] and noticed I had missed a text message from Mark. "Hey Phil I'm glad to hear you landed. Your driver has just informed me that the people we were going to meet are on their way. I'm happy that I could help get you out of the house, and I hope the climate down there helps you relax, but I've got some bad news to break. I know you really wanted me down there to help you out but I just can't make it. I'll still be here if you need anything, just call but other plans got in the way of my travel. I'm sure you'll do great on your own I know it's a change of plans but don't freak out" How was I not going to freak out? I flew to another continent based on the plans I made with Mark and now he couldn't even show up. It was his contacts I was meeting, and now I had to make that sales pitch on my own. My heart was racing at the thought of my meticulously planned trip falling apart. This was the biggest potential deal of my life and now securing it rests solely on me. I was beyond stressed. I felt like the world was collapsing and I desperately needed to relax. I tried to relax and breathe as the car sped down the highway, but nothing could distract me from my nervous thoughts. When we finally got to the hotel I bolted out of the car, grabbed my bags and ran to the front desk. I went through the check in process trying to hide my frustration before making my way to my room. Once inside I locked and bolted the door. There was only one thing that could help distract me now. I climbed into bed tossing my laptop next to me. Then I frantically undid my belt before kicking my pants down around my ankles. I grabbed my laptop placing it on my chest. As I opened it I immediately went to my secure video files and entered my password. Grabbing my cock with my right hand I felt it throbbing in anticipation as I pulled up one of my favorite security cam videos. "Princess Dances," it was a recorded security video feed from Clover's room that I'd saved. As it started she was standing on top of her pink tea table wearing nothing but her yellow snow white panties with little red bows on the hips and a tiara on her head. Her pink nipples were budding out from her otherwise perfectly flat little chest. Then she turned bending over with her ass facing the camera. Almost as if she knew her daddy was watching her. I can't help but frantically began to stroke my cock. "mmm that's right baby girl, who's daddy's little slut." She taps a button on her iPad and the Barbie Girl tune starts playing. I of course couldn't hear it on the recording but I recognized the video. When she stood back up her panties were wedged up her ass crack. Her little bubble butt practically turning her panties into a thong as her perfect pale cheeks swallowed the silky gold fabric. With her back to the camera she started to sway her hips. " mmm yeah just like that baby girl. That's how daddy wants to see you ride." I said under my breath. Then she spun around facing the camera. With the biggest smile she danced on that table shaking her ass. " MMM yes smile you fucking slut" I said as my cock exploded all over my hand. I quickly paused the video. "Sorry, princess daddy loves you." I said as guilt washed over me. I closed my laptop and used the blanket to wipe my cock and hand clean. I sat up and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the water for the shower then stripped down standing in front of the sink. I looked in the mirror and asked myself "what's wrong with me? Why do these things make me so horny?." I love Courtney I do, and I love fucking her but for some reason I have these thoughts and urges I can't control. With that I stepped into the shower almost as if I was attempting to wash the guilt away. It was as if the water couldn't get hot enough. After I showered and shaved I went and sat at the foot of my bed. I noticed that this room was far too nice to be standard. Ornate decorations on all the walls. Hand carved chairs and tables. Shit even the bed frame had gold leaf inlays. I grabbed the remote and turned on a large smart TV opposite the bed. I flipped through the channels until I finally found one in English. I watched some old western until I fell asleep. The next morning was hectic. I was still upset about Mark's cancellation and every second I got closer to the meeting my anxiety worsened. I had the pitch ready about how to ship the gold and other materials to processing facilities, revenue expectations, expenses, and even growth estimates but I didn't know shit about who I was meeting. It was Mark's contact after all all I knew was he had a gold mining operation of sorts. Grabbing my laptop and phone and heading to the lobby I had the driver come back around. As he pulled up I called Mark. No answer. "Okay, he's busy" I thought. I then tried calling Courtney. No answer again. I got in the car not saying a word to the driver other than the location I was sent. I pulled out my laptop and logged into the security feed again. My heart raced as my mind assumed the worst. What I saw was the last thing I expected. Nothing was wrong at all. Courtney was in the kitchen making what looked like brownies with Gaston. Mikey was sitting at the kitchen table with them locking the beaters. Courtney came over and took the beaters from him. She always was a bit of a germaphobe. It looked like the stereo was playing loudly. The whole house had a bit of a shake to it. Outside Maine and Ethan were swimming in the pool as Clover played in the sand box nearby. Maine was wearing black swim trunks with a white waist band. Around the waist band said the word king over and over. Ethan was wearing a speedo. Something I'd never noticed before. The speedo covered his ass but nothing else. I suppose this explained his tan lines. I also noticed that Ethan's bulge was rather large. Not as large as Maine of course but about as large as mine. I was honestly proud of my son. Already showing promise of becoming a real ladies man, and with that I shut the laptop. As we pulled up to our destination I noticed it wasn't a restaurant. But rather a large gated estate. It was not dissimilar from my own home but the woods were replaced with jungle and the rustic style replaced with that of a Spanish villa. I stepped out of the and felt the mid day south American heat. The black cotton suit was doing me no favors. Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I walked to the front door. I was greeted by two large muscular guards. Tan faces and thick beards. "Hello gentlemen I'm here to see Mr. Rodriguez." I said. They stared at me before turning to an intercom in the wall. "Un hombre blanco fuera de forma está aquí" they said. "Si" the intercom replied. The doors opened and a third man gestured to me to follow him. He led me to a large dining table with a man in a white suit sitting at the head. He was tan and muscular with slicked back black hair and a thick black mustache. He wasn't bulky but well toned with an aura of authority. "Hello Mister Phillip. I'm so happy you could make it. Please sit sit." He gestured to a seat near his. I sat down next to him and pulled out my laptop. "So how was the flight" "It was fine." I said "Well that's good to hear. I see the tropical heat is getting to you" he said with a laugh "or are you just nervous our friend Mark is late" "Oh um... he didn't tell you? Mark isn't gonna make it" "That's very disappointing" he said with a sudden shift in demeanor. "Well if I may" I said as I turned the laptop to him "as you can see here. This shows the weight of materials my company can off load this year alone regardless of whether we secure more manufacturing or not. We are prepared to buy 35.6 tons of metals off you this year alone. This would net you 1.8 billion. After my company refines and retails the product we expect a quarterly revenue or 3.4 billion. This isn't even including expected expansion. Soon we should be able to buy the full output of your mines." "Our mines?" he asks suddenly interrupting me. "Um yes... your gold and silver mines. I was told by Mark you could provide the raw materials for my business." He begins laughing historically "Mister Phillip follow me right this way." He took me up some stairs and out onto a balcony to the rear of the house. We stepped back into the heat and the sun blistered in my eyes, almost blinding me. I cupped my hand against my forehead as a visor. That's when I saw in his backyard a massive plantation filled with workers. "You see, I don't have "mines". I have farms. Many farms of many different kinds. All of which produce drugs. Drugs which I sell in many different countries. I even sell medical grade opium to one of the pharmaceutical companies Mark manages. I have a few legal ventures but most are not so legal. Sometimes I just sell drugs then take the local currency and exchange it for gold and silver which I have shipped here. I will then sell it back to you for clean American dollars." "But that's laundering you're asking me to launder for you." "No" he said with a serious tone "I'm telling you that you are fucking going to" "I can't do that" I said. "no you're going to. This is why I hate you fucking gringos you always think you're in charge." He said laughing "But you're fucking not. You know that hotel room I put you in has cameras, and I know all about your princess videos. I don't care that you like young girls, Mister Phillip had you played nice I could have had one sent to your hotel room. But your wife, your family, your business partners they would care" I froze in fear the secret I'd worked so hard to keep now exposed. "Okay" I managed to get out. "I'll do it". "No now you have to fucking earn it." he said as two guard stepped out onto the balcony "get on your fucking knees you ungrateful bitch" I listened slowly getting on my knees "you want me to beg I'll beg" "I love bringing proud American men to their knees'' he said as he unzipped her pants and pulled out the largest cock I've ever seen in person. " I want you to suck my fucking cock" followed by the three men laughing. It was at least 8 and a half inches long and thick. I didn't think I could fit it in my mouth. Far more noticeable than the size was the smell. As I stretched my jaw as much as I could I felt his hand on the back of my head. I gagged as he pushed it into my mouth. His cock sweat dripped on my chin. " I'm sorry Mister Phillip you aren't the only one affected by this heat." he said now grabbing my head with both hands trusting hard as he fucked my mouth. " I know where you live, Mister Phillip. I have men watching your family. You are mine." his thrust speeding up and getting harder. I could barely breath as his cock pushed further back fucking my throat. "You are my bitch" he said, thrusting the full length of his cock down my throat and holding me down on it. " You got that?" he asked "answer me" "mmhmmm" I tried to get out as my eyes watered and I struggled to breath. He pulled his cock out of my throat "good now suck my sweaty balls." I listened to his instructions, "mmm yes" he said as he stroked his cock with his right hand. I could hear his guards laughing as he came. His cock exploding one after another 3 burst of cum hitting my face. I looked up at him just in time to see him taking a photo of me on his phone. "I'll have to add this to my collection. Now since you were so good I'll reward you and let you buy my gold. But you aren't just buying some of it you're buying all of it this fucking year. If you don't.... Well we own you and your family Mister Phillip." He slowly put his cock away and put it back in his pants. He waved to one of the guards and they handed him a rag. He threw the rag at my face. "clean yourself up and get the fuck out of my house. Oh and don't you fucking tell anyone about this. Not your wife, not Mark, not the police." Defeated, I wiped myself clean and stood up. That's when I noticed I had an erection. What the fuck was wrong with me. Was I that much of a fucking pervert I was escorted out of the house. The two men grabbed my laptop and phone and threw them in the back of the car. I couldn't go home now. No matter how bad I wanted to. If I wanted to keep my family and my reputation safe I had to meet with the rest of the business partners. As the car headed down the long road towards the city I got a text from Mark. It read "heard things went well with Rodriguez. Just as we planned I knew you had it in ya." if only he really knew what happened. How I was humiliated and brought to my knees. I had to call Courtney as soon as possible. As we got back to town I felt I'd collected myself enough to call her. "haha heyyyy honey it's late are you okay" she asked "yeah honey I secured the contract but things got a little hairy. I need you to make sure Maine and Gaston keep a close eye on the family. They're the men in the house and I expect them to act like it." Giggling " yes honey I'll let Gaston know he's the man of the house" "Courtney, this is no time for jokes, I'm serious. Poor wording aside I need them to make sure they're watching security" " Okay okay sorry I'm trying to have a little fun with my family while my husband's off sucking some dudes dick for money" Does she know? No she couldn't. I thought to myself "I get that you're having fun and are upset we never leave but there's no need for that. Please just put Gaston on the phone." About 15 seconds later he was on the phone. "what's up boss man" "I gotta go soon Gaston but I need you to step up the security around there and take special care of my family" "Oh don't worry boss, we've been taking extra special care of your family. All part of the plan" he said before hanging up. Looking back it was strange I admit it but I had too much on my mind to process it. My flight didn't leave for a couple weeks as I thought there would be mine inspections to take care of. I couldn't leave now; it'd be too risky to fly home and none of my other meetings or reservations could be pushed up. I went back to the hotel and told them I was checking out. I collected my things from my room with the help of my driver and went to a hotel on the other end of town. I checked in and went to my room. I spent the next few days doing nothing but wallowing in self pity and anxiety. Trying to plan a way out of this was stressful. The stress was too much so I asked my driver to get me some weed. I'd lost track of the time and not spoken to or checked in on my family for a while. Still worried after all this time, I had to check in on my family. It was late and they had just finished dinner. Courtney was collecting plates off the table. Mikey, Piper, and Ethan shuffled off towards their rooms. Clover however was sitting in Gaston's lap coloring. She was wearing the same princess dress as the last time she sat in my lap. I loved how she looked in that fluffy pink skirt. As I admired clovers overwhelmingly cuteness I stopped to take a hit off my blunt. The 3 adults talked as Courtney cleaned. Clover suddenly dropped her coloring book. She hopped off of Gaston's lap and bent over to pick it up. For a split second I could have sworn she didn't have on any panties. I couldn't be sure. Before I could react she was back in Gaston's lap. Wiggling back and forth ever so subtlety. Then Maine suddenly got up grabbing a plate of brownies. He left the room. I quickly switched to the hallway cam and watched him head to the gym. I remember thinking how weird it was to take brownies to the gym. I switched cameras again. I saw Ethan sitting on the edge of a bench. He was wearing his blue shorts. Even just sitting there I could see from his side how little they covered. Maine took off his shirt and handed Ethan 3 or 4 brownies and he started to eat the rest. It made sense to me working off your dessert so I switched cameras again this time to the master bedroom. There was Courtney in a black thong and matching bra. She stood in front of the mirror smoking a joint admiring herself. I must admit she did look fucking sexy. As I sat there admiring her I took another hit from mine too. I zoomed in on that perfect fat ass I had grown to love. I saw the way it swallowed the tiny amount of fabric the thong had. All that was visible was the white waistband with the word blacked written on it. No doubt another brand she found on her last shopping trip into town. I switched through the different cameras lazily until I saw something strange. Piper wasn't wearing her usual attire. She was in her room wearing an Identical outfit as her mom. Her blond blonde hair was replaced with a purple pixie cut. Her Mom clearly is letting her embrace her rebellious phase in my absence. "I'll fix it when I'm home" I thought to myself. I took another hit looking at my daughter's body. She was far more fit than I would have thought. From behind I could see how petite she was. She lacked her mom's bubble butt but it was still nice and shapely. The thong showed it off nicely. Then she turned around facing the camera. That's when I realized why all the baggy hoodies. My cock swelled up instantly. My 13 year old daughter had massive tits. I couldn't believe my eyes. They were at least double d's and on her tiny body they looked unbelievably big. "no" I thought to myself I had to resist the urge. I took another hit and quickly hit the next button on the camera selection. The camera switched back to the gym. Maine was sitting naked on the edge of a bench. Ethan sat between his legs holding maines massive cock with his left hand. My heart raced. "This can't be real." I thought. "I'm too high that's all". With his right hand Ethan pulled out his phone and pressed maines cock against his face. Smiling he took a selfie with the cock that was bigger than his fucking head. I lost it. I picked up my phone and called him while watching. Ethan showed it to Maine immediately. Maine took the phone and looked at it before looking straight at the camera and smiling. He answered the phone and set it down on the ground next to the bench. " You can call Phil later" he said, placing his hand on the back of his head. I set my phone on speaker yelling telling him to stop and that I could see them. "Right now it's time you kiss your new daddy" Maine said. "yes daddy" Ethan said with a bit of a slur as he pulled Maines cock towards him. It was so big he could barely fit his hand around it. Ethan kissed Maines balls before licking the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip before taking it into his mouth. Rage filled me as my son moaned, sucking his cock. "mmm you like that taste? Daddy spent all day working up a sweat for you." Maine said pushing down on the back of my son's head. Memories of Mr. Rodriguez flooded back. The memories of his sweaty cock fucking my mouth made my cock even harder. These thoughts were too much. I frantically undid my pants, kicking them off. I laid back, setting the laptop on my chest. Almost as if I was unable to control my body, my hand gripped my cock. I can't explain how pathetic I felt watching this man use my son but I couldn't control myself. "You used to tease Phil with those shorts just like you did me when I got here, didn't you?" he said as Ethans head bobbed up and down on cock. Ethan moaned in agreement. "But he didn't take the hint. He was too blind to see he raised a cock lover weren't you Phil" He was talking to me. He knew I was still watching. "But that's okay Ethan, you got a new daddy. One who's cock is bigger and better than the old ones." then1q he grabbed a fist full of Ethans hair and pulled him hard off his cock. "Tell me you love this big black cock boy." "I love your big black cock" Ethan replied. "Louder" said Maine. "I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK DADDY" ETHAN YELLED. with both hands he grabbed Ethan's head and shoved it back down on his cock. Maine looked at the camera " you hear that?" he frantically fucked my son's throat. I could hear my son gagging but Maine had no mercy. My hand stroked my cock rapidly and I couldn't take my eyes away. Then I noticed a pool of cum at the foot of the bench. Ethan was stroking his cock had he already came and was still going? Maine pulled Ethan off completely and stood up still hard. Then he picked up Ethan and bent him over the bench. " I think I'm gonna finally give you that thing you've been asking for." Maine said, rubbing his cock between Ethans ass cheek like a hot dog and a bun. "first I want you to beg for it like the cock hungry slut you are" "Please daddy please fuck me. PLEASE daddy I need it." The sight of Maine's massive cock rubbing between my son's fat ass cheeks was too much my cock exploded. Maine picked up Ethan's phone. then with his other hand took his cock and lined it up with Ethan's asshole. He put the phone to his ear. "Well now's your chance to ask me to stop." "No please don't stop" said Ethan Maine looked at the camera "come on now's your chance to save him" he said with a smile. Guilt washed over me. I knew what I had to do. This had gone too far. I grabbed my phone. And as I went to speak, the room to my door flung open with 2 men rushing in. The first one grabbed my phone. "no more phone time" he said as he hung it up. "No, that was important! Who the fuck even are you?!" I screamed. I glanced down and saw Maine drop the phone and grabbed my son by his hair. With the other hand he grabbed Ethans hips and took his first thrust inside him. My dick sprang back to life and guilt rushed over me as I saw Maine staring back at me. Just then the other man shut my laptop. "none of that either" he said. "Mr. Rodriguez sent us with a gift for being a quote " good bitch" "I don't want his gift" I said back "He thinks you'll change your mind but first take this." he said holding out two pills. I hesitated and the man said " you can say no but Mr. Rodriguez wants you to know you may say no but you'll regret it." I reach out and take the pills. I swallow them and ask "what was that?" "ecstasy" the man said "now here's your gift." Suddenly a dark haired tan latina girl almost clovers age walks in. "She speaks no English but will do anything you want," he said. The girl was wearing a small flower covered dress and climbed up onto my lap. My hands once again as if acting on nothing but lust and primal urges reached down and grabbed her ass. She had a disproportionate bubble butt. Larger than Ethan's yet she was so much younger. A true homegrown latina. My cock stiffened and began to leak with excitement over the opportunity I never thought I'd have. I looked at the two men waiting for them to leave. "We will be staying or she will leave with us," he says knowingly. One man then pulled out a camera. And started filming. My cock already felt like it was gonna explode as she reached down and guided it into her little pushy. " Mmm fuck daddy loves you" I said and her tight pussy slowly swallowed my cock. The drugs were too much I admit. My urges took over. Urges I try very hard to control. I grabbed the girl and threw her down on the bed face down. Lifting her skirt I looked at her perfect tan ass. I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread it apart. Her perfect tiny starfish winking back at me. I dove in tongue first. I licked her perfect tiny rim as I stroked my cock. Moaning deep into her ass. Then I hopped up straddling her legs. I guided my cock against her tight little pussy. I placed my hand against her head and shoved her face down into the bed. "Daddy's been wanting this for so long" I said as I slammed my cock inside her. I pressed her face deeper into the blankets as I slam fucked her as hard as I could. I felt her body shake and convulsed as she came on my cock. "yeah you're not daddy's princess your his slut" I moaned as I came deep inside of her. As I rolled off her I was overcome with guilt at what I had just done and what was being done to my son. I needed to save him. The girl got up, pulled her dress down and walked out. The man with the camera put it away, looked at me, and said "No more phone calls to warn your family. We are listening. We are watching. Until we get what we want, nothing changes. You call them and say anything that sounds like you're tipping them off and there will be punishments. Be good and get rewards." And with that they left. I frantically opened my laptop. There on the screen I saw Ethan bent over the bench, passed out, and alone with a pool of cum and other fluids at his feet. What had I done?