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After you shower and dress, you feel a little hungry and head down to breakfast early. The rest of the household won't be eating yet, but you figure you'll just get some cereal. On the way down, you hear some grunting and moans coming from the library. The door to the library is closed, but there is a keyhole.<> [[Look through the keyhole.]] [[It's none of your business.]] :: Look through the keyhole. [[You]] look around to see if anyone is around and then kneel down to look through the keyhole. At first, you can't really see anyone, but you eventually shift your angle and are able to see an apparently nude [[Mr. Anderson]] sitting in a stuffed easy chair. The nude woman kneeling in front of him has her back to you, but there's nobody else in the house with that red hair. It's definitely [[your mother|Rosalind]]. You shudder in disgust. This is hardly a surprise, of course. You had figured out she was fucking him months ago. Obviously, he paid her off by letting the two of you live here. You're just about to get up when you can barely hear him say, "I hope you got it wet enough, slut. Get on the floor." You're shocked that he just called your mother a slut. Not that you haven't thought that yourself, but it seems an incredibly rude thing to say. Your mother rises and gets onto her hands and knees on the floor, affording you a much better view than you had of the chair. You look over to see Mr. Anderson and nearly gasp. His muscular body ripples and he looks even fitter naked than he does clothed. And the man is almost literally hung like a small horse. You find it impossible to believe that thing will fit inside her. You see that your mother has now lowered her chest and face to the floor and has reached behind her to spread open her ass cheeks. You don't have time to wonder about this when you see that Mr. Anderson, who has knelt behind her, is taking an unusual angle and you realize he's going to put it up her ass! Your mother grunts and then lets out a long, low moan of pain while Mr. Anderson slowly stuffs his giant sausage up her ass. Your mother's grunts gradually turn to moans of pleasure (with the occasional grunt of discomfort mixed in) and it becomes very obvious that she's enjoying it, which you find nearly impossible to believe. How could she possibly be enjoying //that//? You realize that you're getting uncomfortably excited and are just about to get up when a hand claps over your mouth from behind you. You gasp in surprise, but the hand effectively muffles you. You turn quickly and see that it's [[Belinda]]. She presses a finger to her lips and gets down to look through the keyhole for herself. You think to try to stop her, but your mind isn't working quickly enough and you're sure she's already seen it by the time you try. She gets up and flashes you that winning smile of hers. "So," she whispers, her hand coming down to cup your crotch, "you like watching my daddy fuck your mom up the ass? Tell me, which one of them would you rather be right now?" You pull away from her hand and stammer for a reply. [[Mr. Anderson, obviously.]] [[What? Neither!]] [[Run away!]] :: It's none of your business. [[You]] decide you don't even want to know what's going on in there. Hopefully it's just Mr. and Mrs. Anderson having a morning quickie or something.<> [[You hurry down to breakfast.]] :: Mr. Anderson, obviously. "Mr. Anderson obviously," [[you|You]] hiss, "I'm not a girl. And I'm not gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that." <>[[She|Belinda]] grins delightedly. "Why, you little perv. Wanting to fuck your own mother. You should be ashamed of yourself. You must be quite a momma's boy." You start to protest, but you're a bit too loud and she puts her finger to your lips.<>[[She|Belinda]] looks at you in faux shock. "Parker! That's your mother!" she says. You respond with, "You know that's not what I..." But she shushes you before you can finish.<> <>She glances down meaningfully at your crotch. "You know, if you want me to take care of that for you, I could." [[Accept her offer.]] [[No thank you.]]<>She glances down meaningfully at your crotch. "Maybe you should go back to your room and take care of that. Looks uncomfortable." <>Then she turns and walks down the hall, leaving you flustered. You shake your head in disbelief and collect yourself. [[You hurry down to breakfast.]]<> :: What? Neither! "What? Neither!" [[you|You]] hiss. "I didn't even know it was them until I looked in." "Yes, but you seem to have gotten a nice erection from it. Are you sure you weren't fantasizing you were in your mom's position, taking my daddy's big meaty cock up your hole? <>You sure didn't seem to mind my finger up there or the taste of come. <><>You sure didn't seem to mind my finger up there. <><>You seemed to like the taste of come. <> Come on, you can tell me." Mindful of the need to be quiet, you splutter out a quick denial, but [[Belinda]] just keeps smiling at you.<> <>She glances down meaningfully at your crotch. "You know, if you want me to take care of that for you, I could." [[Accept her offer.]] [[No thank you.]]<>She glances down meaningfully at your crotch. "Maybe you should go back to your room and take care of that. Looks uncomfortable." <>Then she turns and walks down the hall, leaving you flustered. You shake your head in disbelief and collect yourself. [[You hurry down to breakfast.]]<> :: Run away! <>[[You]] don't answer and instead walk away quickly. Well, as quickly as you can with your erection straining against your pants. You duck into the nearest bathroom and quickly rub one out. You know you should be disgusted, but that scene in the library sticks in your head. [[You hurry down to breakfast.]] :: No thank you. "Thanks, but I don't think so," you respond. "I prefer my girls to be a bit saner." [[She|Belinda]] just smiles. "If you ever change your mind, let me know", she says and walks down the hall, working her hips so her ass sways from side to side, making your erection even worse. [[You]] duck into the nearest bathroom and quickly rub one out. You know you should be disgusted, but that scene in the library sticks in your head. [[You hurry down to breakfast.]] :: Accept her offer. <><><>[[You]] are very annoyed with Belinda and you feel a pang of guilt over Emily, but a stiff prick has no conscience and all that. It's clear Belinda isn't going to be happy until you let her suck your dick, so you give in.<><>[[You]] are very annoyed with Belinda and her insinuations, but you are also very excited and another blowjob sounds terrific, so you readily agree.<><>Although [[you|You]] are irritated with Belinda's insinuations, this is more like it. The handjob was great and all, but a blowjob sounds much better. Your member is painfully hard, so you readily agree.<> The two of you hurry back to your room where [[Belinda]] quickly pulls your pants and briefs down to your ankles. <>"You're a bit undersized, but that's okay," she says. You're so astonished at this casual put-down that you can't think of anything to say. You know you're not very large down there, but you'd always figured yourself to be about average. You'd once measured it at 5 inches erect. <><>She licks her lips and begins licking up and down the length of your penis. You moan with pleasure and she quickly takes it in her mouth and swallows you down to the root effortlessly. She starts bobbing back and forth, but she's obviously used to bigger dicks because you keep slipping out of her mouth. You don't care though, since it feels great anyway. After a couple of minutes of this, she grabs your hips and pulls your hips back and forth, rocking your dick in and out of her mouth. Then she releases her grip and starts a slower motion with her mouth up and down which has you on the verge of orgasm. Right when you're about to come, she pulls her mouth off and looks up at you, sexily licking her right index finger. Cupping your balls with her left hand, she swallows you back down to the root and you throw your head back and groan. Then, without any warning, she jams her moistened finger right up your asshole. You yelp in surprise, but also start spurting like you never have before, right into her mouth. While your having an incredible orgasm, she keeps moving her finger in your ass and you can't believe how good it feels. When you finish, she pulls her finger out of your ass and lets your limp and exhausted member fall out of her mouth. She smiles up at you and rises to her feet. Then she grabs you and sticks her tongue into your mouth. As you kiss, you realize that she's feeding you your come. You almost gag, but she begins stroking your dick and whispers, "There's a good boy. Swallow that down."<><>She gives you another quick and efficient blowjob, though her technique varies enough to make it fascinating as well as pleasurable. You're not at all surprised when she jams a finger up your ass at the moment of orgasm, and in some way you had rather hoped she would since it had felt so good before. Yet again, she rises up and tries to feed you your come.<><><> [[Gulp.]] [[Stop that!]] :: Gulp. <><>[[You]]'re almost used to this by now, so you swallow your come to avoid offending her. "Mmm," she says, "That's so sexy. The girls are going to love you. Maybe the boys too." With that, [[she|Belinda]] walks out, licking her lips and swaying her hips.<><>There doesn't seem to be a convenient place to spit it out and [[you|You]] certainly don't want to break the mood after that incredible orgasm, so you reluctantly swallow it. <>[[Belinda]]'s eyes light up and she flashes you a smile saying "I had a feeling you would start to enjoy it." Then she walks out, licking her lips and swaying her hips before you have a chance to correct her.<>Belinda beams at you like she's a teacher and you're her prize student or something and tenderly helps you get dressed. Then she walks out, licking her lips and swaying her hips.<><><><><><> [[You hurry down to breakfast.]] :: Stop that! "Stop that!" [[you|You]] sputter. "You don't like it?" [[Belinda]] says. "I'm surprised. Oh well, no accounting for taste." With that, she walks out while you spit it out into the trash can, licking her lips and swaying her hips. [[You hurry down to breakfast.]] :: You hurry down to breakfast. [[You]] hurry down and fix yourself some cereal. [[Mrs. Anderson]] is already eating some waffles herself. She looks as beautiful as ever and the two of you make some small talk. While you're eating, [[Mr. Anderson]] comes in, looking fresh and relaxed and immaculately groomed. <>You are amazed at how composed he looks so soon after butt-fucking your mother and shudder at the memory. <>[[Belinda]] and [[Ethan]] join you all at the table and sit down. [[Your mother|Rosalind]] comes down after, in a matching miniskirt and top you've never seen before. <>Again, your thoughts go back to her on her knees with her face pressed to the ground, moaning in pain from Mr. Anderson's tool up her butt. <>She sits down delicately and you notice her wince. <>Hmm, I wonder why, you think to yourself sardonically.<> "You look a little sore, Rosalind," Belinda says with a smirk on her face. "I hope you didn't sleep badly." "I'm fine, miss," your mother responds. "Thank you for your concern." "Parker," Mrs. Anderson says, "Molly the chauffeur will drive the three of you to and from school." After breakfast, everybody goes their separate ways. You're a bit slower than the others so you stay behind to finish. When you've finished up, you start off to join Ethan and Belinda. When you're in the hall, your mother stops you. "Parker, I need to go on a business trip with Mr. Anderson's CFO so I'll be gone before you get back from school and for the next couple of days. Be nice to the Andersons and take care of yourself." She hugs you and tilts her head up to give you a kiss and you smell what is obviously sperm on her breath. [[Let her kiss your cheek.]] [[Push her away.|Rejected Kiss]] :: Let her kiss your cheek. Repulsed, [[you|You]] let [[her|Rosalind]] kiss you, but deflect her to kissing your cheek. "All right, Mom," you say sullenly. "See you when you get back." You walk out to a luxury towncar where [[Ethan]] and [[Belinda]] are waiting for you. [[Molly]] the chauffeur gets out to greet you. She's dressed in just about the sluttiest chauffeur's uniform you've ever seen, with a miniskirt that exposes her panties every time she bends over. She opens the door for the three of you and you stare at her delectable ass for a moment, drooling a bit, before you get in. There is plenty of room in the backseat for the three of you. "I'm so excited for your first day at school," Belinda says bubbily. "You're going to love Rosestead High." In a short while, you pull up to an impressive looking school with a sign in front saying "Welcome to Rosestead High: Home of the Mustangs." The architecture is oddly old-fashioned for a school, looking rather Victorian with arches, pointed windows, and quite a lot of ornamentation. "My daddy provided the money to build this school," Belinda says, "but it's a public school." "It looks old," you say. "No, it was only built about twenty years ago. It's completely modern inside." You let yourself out and Belinda comes out on your side. Molly gets out at the same time and hurries around to the other side of the car and opens the door for Ethan. Then she rushes back into the car and takes off. "Come on, sport," Ethan says. "I'll bring you to the principal's office for orientation." [[Continue.|Orientation]] :: Rejected Kiss <>[[You]] jerk away from [[her|Rosalind]] and pull out of her embrace. "God, Mom, you're such a slut!" you yell. She looks stunned and crestfallen as you stomp off. You fume a bit, but also feel a little guilty as you walk down the hall to the foyer. You walk out to a luxury towncar where [[Ethan]] and [[Belinda]] are waiting for you. [[Molly]] the chauffeur gets out to greet you. She's dressed in just about the sluttiest chauffeur's uniform you've ever seen, with a miniskirt that exposes her panties every time she bends over. She opens the door for the three of you and you stare at her delectable ass for a moment, drooling a bit, before you get in. There is plenty of room in the backseat for the three of you. "I'm so excited for your first day at school," Belinda says bubbily. "You're going to love Rosestead High." In a short while, you pull up to an impressive looking school with a sign in front saying "Welcome to Rosestead High: Home of the Mustangs." The architecture is oddly old-fashioned for a school, looking rather Victorian with arches, pointed windows, and quite a lot of ornamentation. "My daddy provided the money to build this school," Belinda says, "but it's a public school." "It looks old," you say. "No, it was only built about twenty years ago. It's completely modern inside." You let yourself out and Belinda comes out on your side. Molly gets out at the same time and hurries around to the other side of the car and opens the door for Ethan. Then she rushes back into the car and takes off. "Come on, sport," Ethan says. "I'll bring you to the principal's office for orientation." [[Continue.|Orientation]]