Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2017 18:48:59 +0100 From: Ed. P. Subject: Subbing to Mum and Dad If you're not looking for sex between people (over age of consent) closely related to each other then look elsewhere. Nifty costs money to run – it needs your donations if it's going to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feedback more than welcome – should be more episodes of the story over the next few days. Ed.the.P@gmail.com This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Ed.P. Bisexual - Incest – Authoritarian --------------------------------------------------------------------- I had just finished my first year at university, and came back to spend the summer at home. I was hoping to find some work, but at first I had wanted a few days of rest; my brother and sister were both away so it was just me and my parents – they were both out at work, and so I was going to have a lazy day. I rolled out of bed, and made some breakfast at about midday, then feeling a bit horny put some porn on my laptop and started to stroke. I wanked off to some hot Dom-sub porn, a young guy getting used by a hot older couple – one of my favourites. Once done I realised that my parents would be back soon and so dashed off to shower and dress. "You here Phil?" "Sure Mum, just coming." She and Dad had got home together – they owned a business together and so usually travelled together. We started chatting about the day, my plans for the summer, when my brothers would be getting back...all the usual stuff. Mum was getting supper ready, while Dad was chatting on the `phone – something from work. He called out to me: "Hey Phil, I need to check something on-line, can I borrow your laptop?" I'd left it on the sofa, and didn't think about it twice. "Sure Dad, it should be unlocked." The rest of that night Dad seemed a bit weird, but he'd been working hard and so I didn't think anymore about it. I lay in bed and started to wank off again, thinking about the porn I'd watched earlier; I'd barely got hard before I heard some noise. Scared that Mum or Dad would find me, I stopped, pulled on some boxers then gently opened the door. The noise was clear now, Mum and Dad were fucking in their room; I wanted to dash back into my room, but something pulled me out – why could I hear it so clearly? Their room was on the floor above mine, and so I crept up the stairs – their door was open so the sound could travel more easily. Again, I wanted to go back to my room, but something pulled me further and further; soon I was right outside their room, I realised that one hand had gone down to my cock and was stroking it. I peered through the crack; I could see Dad's arse as he ploughed Mum; her legs were wide open and she was loving it. He played with her tits as he fucked her. I couldn't move, but watched the scene silently stroking myself. They both came at the same time, crying out in sheer pleasure; then Dad rolled off, I saw them both – their whole naked bodies there in my view. They had great bodies for their age; we all kept fit, but I'd never seen them quite like this. Dad still had the remains of a 6-pack, a manly hairy chest, but the real joy was an enormous cock – still hard, about 9 inches I'd guess and slick from the fucking, two large balls dangling between his legs. Mum's belly was flat too, her tits still pert; her pubes were neatly shaved to a small patch. I knew I had to leave right now, slipped down to my bed as quietly as I could, then wanked off three times in a row – I couldn't get the image of them out of my head. The next day, I thought I should be a good son for once, and by the time they got home I'd made supper for us all. "Can it wait for a bit I could do with a shower?" "Sure Dad, no rush here." Mum and I chatted while Dad went off to shower. He seemed to take an age, and eventually Mum suggested I go and tell him it was ready. I bounced up to their bedroom and knocked on the door. "Yeah?" I opened the door, Dad was standing their just in a pair of boxerbriefs; tight and showing hit hot arse, and not hiding the bulge of his cock. "Hey there Phil. What's up?" "Uuuuuuurm. Supper's ready." He didn't seem to notice the pause. "Sorry, did I keep you waiting. Won't be a moment." I was about to leave the room, but Dad kept talking. "Is my mobile up here? I'll need it later and can't be bothered coming up here for it." I looked round, it was on the floor. "Can you pass it?" I went to grab it, and then noticed that it had been dropped onto the boxers he'd been wearing. As I picked it up and my fingers touched his boxers, I felt like a burst of electricity flowed from them. I turned to face Dad, he was bending over to put his socks on, and all I could see was that tight arse, framed perfectly by the boxers – I was transfixed. He stood up and turned round, as he did so he adjusted his package, I'm not sure how I stopped myself from staring at it. I passed him the mobile, he kept chatting as he got dressed – I felt I was being tortured, he seemed to take ages, constantly walking backwards and forwards; showing his fine body off to me, taking forever to cover it up. Eventually we went downstairs to eat; I retreated to my room as soon as I could, chatted on-line to a couple of friends I'd made at uni. When I went to bed I started to wank off, the only images I could get in my mind were Dad in his boxers, and Mum and Dad fucking last night. I knew I was bi, and I'd had a couple of sessions with couples as well as with guys and girls...but Mum and Dad? I knew I was getting lazy, and needed to get back into an exercise regime and started running every morning. That Saturday I got back in from a long run, it was a hot day too and so I was covered with sweat once I got home. As I got in Mum called me from the kitchen. "Is that you Phil?" "Yes Mum." I popped my head round the door; she was clearly getting things ready to cook...but all I could notice was that she wasn't dressed yet, she was in a dressing gown. "I was just going to make a fry-up for me and Dad, you want some dear?" "That would be great Mum, thanks. Just need a shower." Then I noticed that she didn't seem to have anything on under the dressing gown. "It's nothing formal, you don't need to be all dressed up." Then she saw my running kit. "Though you might want to get those sweaty things off." I don't know why, but I had a strange urge to rip my clothes off right there and then, and I noticed that my cock was getting hard too. I could have sworn that Mum looked down at my crotch and saw the growing hard-on, but she just smiled. "Be quick, darling, it'll be on the table in five minutes." I dashed upstairs, ripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower. I was desperate to sort my cock out, but there was no time. I pulled on some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, hoping that the jeans would hide my hard-on which wasn't showing any signs of calming down. As I got back downstairs Mum had been joined by Dad, their lips were locked in a deep kiss. Dad was taking advantage of the weekend and hadn't bothered to get dressed – t-shirt and pj bottoms. As he released Mum and turned round, it seemed to me that his cock wasn't entirely soft, even in the baggy pjs it seemed to be visible. "Hey Phil, I hear you've been out running this morning. Good to hear you're getting back into it." I did my best not to look down at his crotch and grabbed myself some coffee. We sat in the kitchen together eating, Mum and Dad seemed totally relaxed, and Mum's dressing gown started to fall open a bit – more and more of her tits were becoming visible. I was getting harder at the sight. Once we finished Dad started to clear up, and I went up to my room – desperate to wank off, just as I was about to push my jeans down and get going Mum knocked on the door "I'm going to put some washing in, do you want to give me your stuff?" I grabbed the laundry basket and passed it to her. "Want a hand?" "That would be great. Take yours down and I'll get our laundry basket." Soon we were together sorting, Mum picked up a pair of my boxers – I'd used them to clean up after wanking, and more than once by the look of them. She held them right where it was obvious that my cum had been, rubbed them with her thumb – she didn't say anything though. We kept sorting the laundry, though my head was somewhere totally different. As she kept moving, her dressing gown came even further apart; eventually it fell totally open, and for a moment I got a full-frontal view, all I could think of was the time I'd seen her pussy before, just after Dad had fucked her. She re-tied it and didn't comment. I assumed she didn't see that I'd seen. Soon enough the washing machine was going, and I headed off to my room. As soon as the door was closed, my hand shot to my cock – I couldn't believe it as I wanked off to images in my head of Mum and Dad. That evening they went out to a friend's for a meal, I plugged my laptop into the t.v. to get a better picture, and started to watch some porn of a young guy and an older couple – as often for me it was sub-Dom, and he was clearly their boy. I'd turned the volume up, thinking that I had ages and so didn't hear Mum and Dad getting back in. They walked into the lounge whilst I was laying there, jeans and boxers round me ankles; t-shirt pulled up and over my head; hands clamped round my hard meat. "Fuck." I leapt up, and immediately fell over as my legs were caught in my jeans. As quickly as I could I fled to my room. Once I was able to get myself calmed down I came back downstairs. "Sorry about that, didn't' know you were coming back so early." Dad was sitting there, Mum wasn't around. He was surprisingly calm. "Look Phil, it's a bit of a shock, but you're a 20 year-old guy...that's what guys your age do. Just try not to do it around us. Ok?" Phew – that could have been so bad. I was still entirely ashamed, and so went up to my room again. Then a familiar noise started again. I left my room silently, this was the same as when I heard them fucked before. Again, I couldn't stop myself from heading up to their room, and again the door was open – there was Dad's hot arse, Mum's tits, the fucking...after the shock of earlier I forced myself back down to my room. To try and stop myself from obsessing about their fucking, I got my laptop and put the same porno on – listening through headphone. I didn't notice that they'd stopped, or that they'd come down and knocked on my door. The first I knew was as it opened. Dad was standing there, just wearing boxers again, a thin film of sweat from the fucking. I grabbed my duvet to hide my nakedness, my laptop dropped to the floor where he could see the screen. The headphone cord got pulled out too and so the sound filled the room. There was this naked sub kneeling sucking the guy's hard cock, whilst the woman played with her pussy – they were both calling him their little bitch, it was perfectly clear what was going on. Dad looked from me to the laptop and back again. Then Mum joined him, she was just in a short nightie, she rested her hands on his shoulder. I was frozen. "I think that this explains it." Dad was speaking to Mum. "Yes, you were right first time." One of her hand dropped down his front, and gently stroked his bulge through the boxers. "Were you going to tell us you were bi Phil?" "Y-y-y-yes Dad. Just needed to get it sorted in my own head." "Don't worry darling, we still love you." Mum immediately tried to provide reassurance. She came and sat on the bed next to me. "Is that what you're into?" Dad pointed at the screen. I just sat there in silence. "I think we all know that it is." He added, answering his own question. "I've never done anything like that." I tried to justify myself, it was true but mostly from lack of opportunity. "But that didn't stop you watch us fuck did it? I doesn't stop you watching this video every day does it?" I could reply. Then Mum rested her hand on my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "We love very much Phil, you're our son and we're never going to reject you...but you need to be clear what you want." Her hand moved down pulled the duvet off me. Then she stood up and went back over to stand by Dad – they kissed deeply. I just lay there transfixed by what was going on in front of me; totally exposed, naked and hard. Then they walked away, left my door open and went to their room. As soon as I thought it was safe I went up, I could hear that they were fucking again, but this time their door was firmly shut. Life went back to normal for a few days. It was as though nothing had ever happened – except that I wanked off at least three times every day just thinking about them. I got a job which kept me busy during the days, went running after work. Mum and Dad didn't behave oddly at all, but my frustration was building and building. The next weekend I went running in the morning again, and again as I got in Mum was just starting to cook. This time she had a nightie on under her dressing gown; Dad was in pjs again, and again I kept looking at his crotch hoping to see some sign of what was beneath – he wasn't giving anything away though. That night I was out with some friends and was a bit pissed when I got back in. Mum and Dad were cuddled up on the sofa watching some film as I got in; I couldn't fail to notice that they were very close, Mum's hand was rested on his crotch, Dad's hand was very close to one of her tits. "Hey there Phil – good evening?" "Yes thanks Dad, good to catch up with the guys." They'd had a bottle of wine between them, so think that they were a bit relaxed too. Mum asked me "Any hotties among them?" Even a bit drunk I was surprised, and before I could think about answering Dad replied for me. "Too young for our Phil." "What you mean Dad." "Look Phil, we know what you've been watching; we know you're into older, that's cool." Then after a pause he added. "Mum and I are more your type aren't we?" I ran off to my room, but once I got there I knew he was right. I went back downstairs, they were talking about me. "Don't worry, he'll come round." "He won't be scared off?" "Scared? Yeah, but didn't you see, he was hard as anything there." "Mmmmmmm." "Don't worry, I reckon you're going to get to see that cock that you made pretty soon." They were talking about me. I stood there on the stairs not knowing what was going on. My parents were talking about seeing my cock, I was wanking off thinking about them – what was this about? I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and just stood there stunned. Then I knew I had to go through, they didn't hear me coming in and were on the sofa kissing deeply; Mum was massaging Dad's crotch through the trackies he was wearing, and Dad's hand was between her legs. I stood staring for a moment before they noticed. "What are you up to?" Dad's voice had a hard edge, I wanted to leave but was anchored there. I couldn't answer though. "You want some of this?" I still couldn't answer. "Well you're clearly not so into it as the films you watch, no true sub would stand there fully dressed like that." Then he went back to work on Mum's mouth. I decided that it was now or never, and knew what he wanted from me. I unbuttoned my shirt, quickly they stopped kissing and both watched me. Dad's hand was clearly on Mum's pussy, she was working his cock too. Once I was topless Mum made an appreciative noise. "Yeah, it's pretty good isn't it. At least he looks after himself." I did work hard on this. I had a well defined 6-pack, as I grew up my pecs, shoulders, and arms were getting much more defined. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them too. "Keep going." I couldn't believe it, my Dad was telling me to get naked in front of him and my Mum. I swallowed hard, pushed my boxers down, and there I was naked. Cock hard as a rock. Dad didn't say anything, he just pointed at the floor – they wanted me as their sub, and subs don't stand. I knelt in front of them. "Good lad. So what is it that you want?" "Please Dad." "Please what?" "Please use me. Please make me your subboy." "What you think? Should we?" "It's only fair to give him a try-out." Mum spread her legs, I could see that she didn't have any underwear on. She beckoned to me, and I crawled over. Without prompting, I started to kiss along the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Soon enough my head was buried and I was eating her out. I could hear her pleasure, her hands grabbed my head and pulled me in ever closer. Dad climbed off the sofa and ran his hand along my back, I flinched at his touch; once he got to my arse he ran his hands over it, played with my hole a bit but not penetrating me. Then he went lower and fondled my balls before stroking my cock. After a while he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from Mum's pussy – then rammed his tongue deep into my mouth, we kissed deeply and he groped my cock and balls. Then he stood up, and pushed my face into his crotch, chewed at his cock – frustrated by the fact that he was still wearing trackies. "You want your Dad's cock don't you?" "Yes please Dad." Had I just admitted that, well there was no going back now. "Get me naked then son." I pulled his trackies and boxers down in a single move. His large hard cock bounced up and hit my face. I leapt at it trying to swallow it, but Dad just slapped my face. "Not yet, kisses only." I smothered it with kisses, the head, the shaft, his balls, all over. Finally he held my head. "Open wide lad." Then holding my still, he started to push his cock into me. After a few minutes he suddenly stopped. "So, what you think? Does he pass?" "Only one guy eats my pussy that well. So that's a yes from me." "He's a natural cock-sucker too." Then talking to me. "Well done Phil, you've passed the test. Now get up to our room." Once we were all upstairs we started in earnest. Mum and Dad kissed, laying on the bed, whilst I swapped between then working on Dad's cock and Mum's pussy. Then they both wanted some rimming, so I swapped between their arses – throughout this they didn't stop kissing, they were loving it. I started to wank, and immediately Dad slapped my arse. "No touching yourself boy. You're our sub remember." Mum lay back with her legs wide open. "Get her ready for my cock." I buried my face in Mum's pussy, I was on all fours and Dad started to play with my arse. "How many times have you been fucked?" "Never have Dad." "Really, I get to take my own son's cherry – fucking sweet." I noticed that he didn't ask whether he could fuck me. Mum squirmed as Dad said that, she was loving this too. "Suck your Dad, get his cock ready for your arse." As I sucked on Dad, Mum worked on my arse. She lubed up her finger and penetrated me for the first time; I'd never even had a finger there before, but now I was getting ready. Soon a second and third finger, my arse was being stretched wide open – it hurt, but somehow I loved it. "Right, time to swap ends." Mum left my arse feeling empty, even though it had just had her fingers in it; but soon her pussy was in front of my mouth getting my attention. Dad's cock was dripping in my spit, and I could hear him add some lube too. "This is going to hurt you Phil, but I know you're going to take it like a man." I felt the pressure of his cock pushing at my virginal hole. Mum was getting into it, and wanted to turn the volume up a bit. "Just push right in. I know he can take it." Dad clearly loved the idea. He grabbed my hips, his cock was carefully aim, and then pushed hard. There was a moment when he was forcing his way in, but then soon his cock was sliding into me. I felt like he was ripping me apart. Then I felt his body against mine. His whole cock was inside me, I wasn't a virgin anymore. The pain made me shudder and cry out. Mum, who clearly liked the cry, just responded by burying my head between her legs again. Then I could tell that she was kissing Dad. After a while of letting me get used to the log inside me, Dad started to pull back, then forward again, then back – slowly the pace of his fucking built up. The pain started to subside too, and be replaced by pleasure – I knew now why guys liked getting fucked. Mum guided my head, I wasn't just going to work her pussy, but her whole body. Soon I was chewing on her tits, licking all around the nipple. My cock was so hard, and whilst I was still getting fucked, Mum noticed and started to give me a blow-job – this was pure heaven for me now. Then before I could shoot Mum pulled back, lay there with her legs open and demanded Dad's cock. "He's had enough, put that cock where's it's supposed to go." Dad started fucking Mum; then he got me to stand over her, she started to rim my arse, and he started to suck my cock. I was driven mad by this, but while Dad got me close several times he didn't let me cum. I could hear that he was getting close himself. "Get down there and lick my balls." I worked hard to get my mouth in where he was fucking Mum. I could smell her pussy on his cock, the smell was driving my mad. Soon he started to shoot – he cried out with his orgasm, then pulling out rammed his cock into my mouth, I licked his clean. Then he pushed my face into Mum's pussy. "Suck out my cum. Get that cum that made you boy." I didn't need any encouragement, soon my tongue was buried deep inside Mum – Dad's cum mixed with her juices. This was driving Mum mad, she was getting closer and closer, at the same time Dad started to wank me off. Mum's orgasm hit, and then my own too. I shot my load all over as Dad wanked me off like mad. Mum and Dad licked up my cum from my body, and then dribbled some into my mouth. We all collapsed, intertwined and fell asleep. The next morning I was the last to wake up, Mum and Dad weren't in their bedroom. I went downstairs, my arse still sort, still with some dried cum stuck to me. I had a long hot shower, but when I got out there wasn't a towel there – there was usually a whole pile of them, they must have been taken away. I dashed naked to my room and was just about to close the door when Mum called out. "No need to close that door Phil." She held out a towel, I immediately covered myself. "No Phil. It's just to dry yourself, not to hide away." Then walked off. I dried myself, styled my hair and started to get dressed. I opened the drawer where I kept my boxers, but it was empty. I tried the next one down, empty too. The wardrobe, empty. Then I looked round, Mum and Dad were both at the door. "Looking for something, Phil?" "Yeah, my clothes, where are they?" "Why do you need clothes Phil?" "What do you mean Dad?" "It's a simple question, answer your Dad." "They're clothes, I always wear clothes." "Not anymore. Why would a little subboy wear clothes?" I didn't know what to say. "Think we need a chat, come downstairs." They both walked off, I had no choice but to follow them; Mum had taken the towel away too, I had to go naked. I sat down in a chair opposite them. Dad and Mum both pointed to the floor – was this really happening? But it was clear enough. Slowly I moved, I knew where my place was, I knelt in front of them. "Ok Phil, let's make this all clear for all of us. You're now our subboy." Dad was looking straight at me. "What the fuck." "Think your Dad was perfectly clear. We found out yesterday what you want, and so it's what you're going to get. Whenever you're at home you're naked; your clothes are in our room, and if you need them to go out, you ask us. Well your boxers aren't there, they've all been thrown out – subboys don't need underwear." "You're our sex toy, we're both pretty randy and need lots of sex – sometimes it's just going to be us, but sometimes we want something extra and you're there for us. You get to keep your own room, but just to store things in – you sleep in ours, there's a rug at the end of the bed, and sometimes in the bed, but never in your own room." "You don't get to make any choices, especially about sex – you only cum when we allow you to, that won't be often. Do you understand all of that?" As I knelt there, I knew this was right, that I'd found my place. That whole summer was spent working whenever I could, then getting home and stripping off – most days I'd get used. Sucking or getting fucked by Dad, rimming them both, licking Mum's pussy out – twice Mum got me to fuck her, but only after Dad had fucked her. Sometimes I would lay there on my `bed' while they fucked each other – just getting frustrated by it all...but I knew I was happy there.