My Dad's Asshole (Epilogue)
It's a couple months later, and it seems the Age of Matriarchal Hole Control is here to stay. The several well-loved issues of Chains Magazine have been removed from my backpack and now rest safely somewhere in Mom's closet, I assume. A pretty typical night now involves me having Shannon over, and her spending just as much time talking to my mom as she does to me. Those two have become good friends. My mom never liked any of my girlfriends BEFORE.
Tonight Shannon did finally let me in her pussy again, but only after two full hours of cradling me to her and messing around in my pants. Mostly with my ass, yes, though she did some squeezing and pinching on my penis. By the time the movie was finally over, my breathing was erratic and the back of my head was shuddering against her breasts. This time it was her fully naked the whole time, and me uncomfortably clothed. She switches it up every now and again, and I can't decide which way is more miserably tantalizing.
She picked the movie, some really depressing heart-will-go-on romantic drama, and the whole time she rummaged around in my shorts, her hand often slipping under me and sliding into my ass crack to swirl a finger around my asshole. She always purrs when she's touching me there.
She's continued her spreading of my anus, both literally and figuratively. She keeps getting in it at school, at the movies, even at a couple of restaurants. Just last week at the diner she took me to the WOMEN'S bathroom, tugged my pants down past my ass, and worked her thumb up in my butthole while I braced myself against the wall right by the hand dryer. Her fingers brushed the underside of my nutsack constantly. My penis got frustratingly stiff. She didn't touch it.
Thank god no one came into the restroom that time.
The dildo Dad got us has made many more appearances between my cheeks. And now, much less than just not being a secret between Shannon and her girlfriends... she's done it in front of them. Some of her teammates had a little gathering at one of their houses. I was told to make a guest appearance. She didn't get me naked, she just brought out the dildo and slipped it up the leg of my loose shorts, pushing it into my butthole expertly as I writhed and bucked on the floor. I got extremely erect, which was noticed and commented on by all four of the other girls watching. Shannon let one of them have a peek at my penis, but no one grabbed it. Guess they just weren't concerned with those male parts, only my male anus.
But tonight she got herself so horny from being naked and messing with me during this sappy-ass movie that she finally lets me have her. My cock is so swollen and ready to burst (why did I think the word "pregnant" at first?!) that once I sink it into her slick warm vagina, I barely last three minutes, even with the damn condom. I used to be able to fuck her for an hour straight and stay in control, taking her for the ride of her life and giving her several orgasms every time.
This time she didn't get off. For that, she makes me use my mouth. Her nipples are succulent and fleshy, her pussy sadly tastes like lube and latex, but her asshole is ripe and delicious. On nights like this, I sometimes feel that same needy nagging in my brain that I felt when I was rimming Dad the day I fucked him. Something about locking my lips around dirty places triggers a whiny need-to-please hotness in me now.
My snout still covered in sticky vaginal juices and my own drying saliva, I leave Shannon a nude sprawling mess on my bed and slip my boxers on. All that saltiness has me thirsty. I want some orange juice. The memory of orange juice combined with a salty aftertaste reminds me of my dad's piss. My mouth waters at that, and I think guiltily that I'd do just about anything for another glass of that tasty warm urine.
I try to be stealthy going down the stairs and crossing to the kitchen, but my half-bear heritage makes it difficult for me to have a light step. I try not to look into the living room as I pass it, but I'm stopped by my mom's voice.
"Cody."
I cringe and turn toward the couch.
She has my dad over her lap exactly like I used to. He's butt-ass-naked. I can see his black penis dangling down below him, between Mom's knees. He covers his eyes with one hand, mortified that I'm seeing him this way yet again.
Mom has two thick bear-fingers up Dad's asshole. She's working him steadily. On the TV, "Titanic" is only halfway over.
She clears her throat, and I shift my gaze from Dad's bare undulating butt cheeks to her eyes, keeping my head respectfully lowered. "Yes ma'am?"
"Get me another beer."