To be honest I never thought I would need batteries for my poor little friend again. Even now being over two months pregnant, Dad was just as energetic as the first time. The difference was now we didn't have to hide it.
I was leaning over the breakfast table one morning, while Dad dumped a hot load into me, the whole time Mom just sat at the table and watched us. I had read about cuckolding, but honestly never been a part of it.
It was fucking awesome. One moment I was the adoring innocent daughter, and the next I was a horniest slut you ever saw. One thing about being pregnant that I have discovered is that your hormones go haywire. I was hornier now that I had been when this all started, if that was possible.
I think it was because of that, that things took a bit of a strange twist. You see, one thing about sex; when you've been getting it pretty regular, it's a bitch when it suddenly stops.
No, it wasn't a guilt trip, or mom; or even being pregnant. It was the most mundane thing. Dad got the fucking flu. I mean the poor man was sicker than a damn dog, and no offense puking and all that is NOT my thing.
By the time we hit the third day of dad being sick, I was about coming out of my skin. I needed a cock so bad I was dripping wet twenty-four hours. Knowing Dad was not in a position to relieve my stress; I decided that I would have to revert to my old friend.
The only problem was I couldn't find the damn thing. I had searched my room and nothing. I had even asked Dad but all I got was a miserable groan as a response. It was a Wednesday, my short day; and I figured I had the time to really hunt for him. I didn't have to hunt as far as I thought. I had gotten home from classes, checked on dad who was sleeping in his room. I needed to take a quick pee so figured I would just hit their bathroom quick. I was just sitting on the toilet when I saw him, sitting on the corner of their bathtub.
What the hell, I wondered how it got here. I knew it wasn't Dad; that only left one other person. My mind jerked, wait a minute, my mother...was using MY dildo...to get off. Holy shit, I thought.
Like I said before, between flight and fight, you got it fight usually won out. I was pissed as hell; how did she have the guts to use MY dildo. I picked the thing up and took it with me to my room.
As I settled on my bed, I looked at it closely. Sure enough, I could see the specks of white froth from her cream still clinging to the surface. She hadn't even taken the time to clean it; at least when I was done I always rinsed it off and took care of it.
I thought of mom, standing in her shower, shoving my dildo up into herself as she came. Honestly, I did the first thing that came into my mind; I shoved my friend so deep inside myself I almost screamed.
Normally I would tease myself, take my time building; but right now I was horny as hell, I hadn't been fucked in over three days; and I had this image of mom shoving my own dildo up her dripping hole in my mind; hormones took over.
"Ohhhh fuccckkkk" I groaned as my walls stretched around the cool rubber.
I spread my legs wider on the bed, as my juices dripped down the crack of my ass. God this wasn't going to take long. I reached down with both hands and gripped the base of my toy, with a grunt I rammed it in as deep as I could.
"Oh God...fuck me daddy" I moaned.
I could hear the sloshing of my cunt as I climbed, I stared at the ceiling as I envisioned my father looming over me; his fat cock stretching my cunt. I twisted the dildo, feeling the smooth rubber slide across my clit. I didn't have enough hands, I wanted to use both hands to pump it in and out, but I also wanted to tease my clit since the smooth rubber wasn't quite enough.
As I lay there, my poor sick father down the hall sleeping, I hammered my cunt until I could feel that knot building. Unbidden I wondered how mom did it. I mean she had to have been standing in the shower. Did she use both hands, or did she use one hand and frig her clit.
Did she think of the times she watched me and daddy? God the whole thing was driving me insane with lust. I couldn't help it; it was like someone just painted it into my hormonal teenage brain. The image of my mother, standing in her shower, her back against that same cool tile my father had fucked me against.
Her legs splayed apart, as she shoved my fat little friend into her hungry hole. Her head hung down and her blonde hair hid her face, but down lower I could see her hand spreading her fat lips open, teasing her hard clit.
This time it wasn't a vision of my father, God help me. I watched in my minds' eye as mom looked up right into my eyes...and came. I fucking lost it right then; my feet planted on the bed, my ass shot straight up; and I drove that toy so deep I swore I would need surgery to get it back out. But that wasn't the most shocking part to me.
"MMMOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" I screamed as my belly exploded.
Holy shit, I was coming to a vision of my mother having her orgasm; and intense was not the word. I felt my walls contract and squeeze that vibrating toy, as fluids poured out of my quaking body, flooding the damn bed under me.
"Oh fuck...oh Jesus...Oh God..." I moaned as wave after wave rolled through me.
I kept the toy shoved deep, as the humming swept through my womb; God I didn't think I could cum this hard without real sex. I quivered and shook as my ass slowly lowered to the bed, gasping to catch my breath as after-shocks rippled through me.
What the fuck was THAT? I had never been interested in girls before; and I had even had a couple make a pass at me. The idea my own mother turned me on shocked me. As I pulled my friend free of my sucking hole, I knew I needed to sort this out. I looked down at the now quite rubber in my hand, as it literally dripped my juices onto the bed.
Usually I would have immediately cleaned him up and then stowed him in my bedside stand; this time I just tossed him to the side on the bed; knowing he was now covered in the hot cream of TWO women.
I spent a lot of the rest of the day applying all kinds of logic to what had happened after class. Let's be honest, it is a bit of a shock when you shove a dildo up yourself, covered in your mother's juices; and then promptly have one of the biggest orgasms of your teenage life.
At first I thought it was because she was my mom; I mean fucking my father is HOT. Just knowing this is the man who's sperm made me, and he is now dumping a hot load of that same sperm into MY womb, is HOT...HOT...HOT.
I rapidly realized that wasn't the only reason though. There was also the fact that mom was a cuckqueen; being submissive and watching her own husband fucking her daughter. The fact that my mother could be dominated and taken added something to it I hadn't experienced before. I admit when it comes to sex, I'm pretty aggressive; I mean who climbed on daddy's lap; who threw away her birth control pills deliberately.
I knew I had daddy, I mean let's be real; even sick as shit; Dad had tried coming to my room two nights ago. The fact that the last time he had fucked the shit out of me; mom was sitting at the kitchen table only feet away watching; I knew who owned his balls and it wasn't mom.
For the first time I looked at mom that night at dinner. Did I want to dominate her? To own her the same way I owned my father? Was that what this was all about rolling around in my brain?
I watched mom bend over when she set the table, her breasts swinging heavy in her blouse; fuck I felt a gush of wetness. When she stood at the stove, I looked at how her tight jeans molded to the curve of her full ass; and I wanted to reach out and grab those delicious globes.
Yep, there it was; I wanted this woman; and I wanted to OWN her. Some people prefer the subtle approach, while some use the conniving approach. Me, I prefer the direct approach; just do it. If mom really was as submissive and cucked as I thought she was; she wouldn't be able to refuse anyway.
Tonight, I decided, was time to test that theory. Dad was out with the flu; I was horny as shit; and here was the perfect answer. I waited until after dinner, when mom headed upstairs for her nightly shower.
I headed up a little bit after her; knowing she would be missing my friend I had taken out of their bathroom. I headed to my room and retrieved him from my bed; he was still coated from one end to the other in my dried cream. Fuck, this was going to be good; and my body quivered in anticipation.
I slipped through mom and dad's bedroom, treading quietly to not wake dad. I opened the master bathroom door and slipped inside. I could see mom's form through the frosted glass as she moved in the shower. Slowly I undressed, being as quiet as I could; I wanted this to totally catch her off guard, it would work better that way.
"Hey mom" I said softly, as I slid the shower door open and quickly slipped under the warm water behind her.
"Honey...what..." Mom stuttered in surprise.
"I just figured I would return something," I said in a husky voice. "Aren't you missing something?"
Mom's eyes glanced down to the empty corner of the tub and then back up to me. She stood stock still as I edged closer, until our nipples were only separated by mere inches.
