Call it Mother's Intuition, I guess. I decided to come home one night early. I talked to Katye and Kyle nearly each night by phone, and I could tell that they weren't telling me something. There was just something in the tone of their voices.
So, I didn't tell them, but I rented a car and had Derrick drive through the night to get us home Sunday morning at about five AM. Actually, we drove to the airport where I picked up my car, and came home from there.
The house was quiet, but there were obvious signs of a party. Beer cans and a few empty liquor bottles strewn around the house. I was glad to see there was no one passed out anywhere, but still, I was pissed off.
I made sure Derrick and I left no signs of our early arrival, save for the car in the garage. We went straight to my bedroom, where we took a little nap. I let Derrick continue to sleep while I went out to the patio off my bedroom to think things over. It happens to overlook the pool and deck area, but is still secluded by shrubbery and an assortment of small trees.
The pool looked fine. I didn't see any bodies floating in the water...you never know. Well, I had a newspaper to read, and I had grabbed some fruit from the kitchen before retiring to my room, so I ate that.
At some point, I dozed off. I was jolted awake by a girl yelling, "Hey K, the little bitch is out here." It's amazing how many thoughts can go through the mind in a split second. Before I had even opened my eyes, I was sure that she was referring to me, and I was quite offended, ready to go at it with her. I opened my eyes to see this tall, very fit black girl, wearing only a pair of skimpy boyshorts, lifting a blanket off the futon less than 30 feet in front of me, revealing a slumbering boy hidden beneath, sprawled out, also completely naked, and yes, sporting quite a morning erection. One second, I was relieved that she wasn't referring to me, then the next I was back to being shocked when I recognized the boy on the futon as my son. I was close enough that I could see that his shaft was a very deep shade of purple and very large. He had a cock ring tight around the base of his shaft, and must have had it on all night.
The girl held his shaft and seemed to stare at it for a second, and that's when I noticed something metallic at the head of his cock. She reached down with her other hand and pulled at the metallic head to reveal a stem that was inserted inside Kyle's penis! She fucked his penis with it a few times before re-seating it fully into his shaft with only the head displayed.
It was a cock plug. I recognized it because I bought one for Derrick off of Stockroom.com. I shared this site with Katye and showed her the items I had purchased when they arrived.
I checked later in the day to see if she had taken some of Derrick's 'toys' to use on Kyle, but they were all still there. She must have bought that thing on her own.
The other item I noticed was the sizable ball stretcher he had locked around his testicles. It was large, and it kept his balls good and tight, but he seemed to handle it okay.
Kyle was stirring, but not quickly enough for the girl, so she gave his bound balls a good slap. That immediately brought him back to life. He sprung up out of reflex, and that's when I noticed the black collar around his neck. The girl latched a finger onto the ring at his throat and pulled him up from the futon.
Could they have done anything else to him? My god!
Kyle stumbled forward, still in tow, wiping the sleep from his eyes. I only had a partial view of his penis as his back was towards me, but it seemed to be bouncing all around, unable to remain upright because of the tight ring at its base.
My best view of him was of his backside. Admittedly, he has a nice muscular ass. Just before they became blocked from my view by the corner of my bedroom, this girl landed a nice smack to his left butt cheek. I heard an "Ahhh!," and "a little faster. That's better," before they entered the kitchen.
The whole time, I don't think I moved a muscle. I didn't know what to do. My mind was racing. Part of me wanted to run back into my bedroom and try to erase my memory, another part wanted to run out there and kick that girl's ass for treating my boy like that, and yet another part wanted to just sit there, too petrified to move. It took me a few minutes, but I did finally get up and scurry back into my bedroom, making sure to take all of my things with me.
I wanted so badly to creep down the hallway to listen to their conversation, but there's a point in the floor where it creaks, and I couldn't take the chance of blowing my cover. I could, however, watch from my bedroom window. I rustled Derrick from the bed and had him come watch with me. Not even his morning erection would distract me from what my kids were up to. We couldn't see into the kitchen from my window, but we could see the patio quiet well. We waited for nearly 10 minutes until the black girl came out, this time fully dressed with a top, but still in the boyshorts and flip-flops, and said "...all right. See ya later," and left through the back.
A few minutes later, Kyle came back outside, his cock had wilted some. Now it was curving downward, but still full. I found myself fighting the thoughts that I was feeling as I saw him. I felt my pulse race when I saw his manhood again, and for the first time, I got a good look at his balls which hung freely between his legs. They had removed the stretcher. From the length of his ballsac, I'd say the stretcher had done a good job.
Kyle began to fill a trash bag with the cans, bottles, and plates that were left out after the party, when Katye finally made her appearance. She had come out to help Kyle clean up. She came out in her bikini, which is more than Kyle was wearing. They seemed to be focused on the job at hand when Katye sneaked up from behind and wrapped her arms around Kyle and began assaulting his cock.
They were again facing me, nearly in front of my window. I froze and could only hope that neither one would look up and see me staring. It occurred to me then what she was doing. I had shown her earlier in the week that a boy could cum without being hard. A cock in the rubbery state, long but soft, can easily be stroked and squeezed like an utter to produce boy's milk. I demonstrated that for her last month with Derrick as the test case. He didn't realize he could have his 'boy milk' taken from him so easily. I think he was a little humiliated by that, but Katye was enthralled.
So I think what I was witnessing was her own attempt on Kyle. His cock was in the perfect condition for this milking treatment, long but soft. He didn't last more than a thirty seconds. I could tell that he was more surprised by what he felt, and knew was about to happen than Katye was. I could hear his orgasm mounting within as he was powerless to fend his sister off.
Katye let go, and bounced around to the side to watch him fight with futility against his rising orgasm. His cock was still pointing downward when his semen streamed out the end. His cock bounced a few times as more of his cum slowly streamed out.
Amazingly, he fought the urge to stroke himself to a more fulfilling orgasm. The anguish on his face told me that his orgasm was flowing through his body, demanding that his cock receive more attention before it left him completely. I can only assume that Katye was warning him not to touch himself, which he didn't. They both, well, actually, all four of us (Derrick was present) watched as Kyle's cum pooled between his feet right in front of us.
