I lay on the couch drifting half asleep. There was a hand idly stroking my cock back to hardness and I was pretty sure it was mine, but I wasn't awake enough to be quite sure or care about investigating further. I floated almost mindlessly, reveling in how wondrous Samson's penis was and how amazing he was, for giving me this gift of allowing me to worship him, and allowing me to lie here and listen to him making love to my sister upstairs. Yes, now that I focused on it, with my eyes still closed but my consciousness wafting slowly higher, I could hear them ... my lovely sister gasping and shrieking in a regular rhythm as Sam grunted and the bed pounded ... their rhythm was increasing, they were approaching climax again, and it aroused me so much to listen to it, to imagine their beautiful bodies intertwined, her pussy receiving his magnificent cock over and over, that I couldn't help stroking my throbbing member a little faster and moaning quietly.
The living room light flicked on, and someone gasped. "Jesus, Dad, you scared me," said a man's voice, then, "What the fuck are you doing??"
I opened my eyes, squinting in the light. I knew him, but it took me a moment to recognize him. My son? No ... no, my sister's son, what's his name ... How could I have forgotten him? Coming home after midnight from work, like he did so often ...
He came closer, looking down at me on the couch with an expression of somewhat disgusted bewilderment ... "you jerkin' it?" he said in a lower voice. "Where's mom?"
As he approached, I became very aware that his cock was coming closer ... that as his thighs approached my head, there was also a cock coming closer to my mouth. I suddenly couldn't think of anything else, and I reached out mindlessly to scrabble at the crotch of his shiny black work pants. I made contact with it, that warm, inviting bulge, just for a moment, and Aaron -- that was his name, Aaron -- jumped back, almost shouting, "Holy fuck, what's wrong with you?"
That got the attention of the couple upstairs, not too surprisingly, and a moment later they came rushing down, my beautiful sister nude and glazed with sweat (and probably semen), her large breasts bouncing, and Sam just behind her, pulling on a robe that I sort-of recognized.
"Who's this guy? What's going on here?" Aaron demanded loudly. "Holy fuck, Mom, why are you naked?? What the fuck is happening?"
Samson stepped forward. "I think I can help you out here, son. Just take a look at this and I'll explain."
He opened his robe, and his gorgeous, mouth-watering donkey dick came into view, still swaying slightly and shining wetly in the light.
"I'm not talking to you, buddy, I'm asking Maaaaahhhh..." Aaron's jaw hung open as he stared, and his voice trailed off.
"Good boy. Why don't you just stand there quietly for a few minutes, while we work this out. You can, uh ... rub your dick while you stare at my cock."
"Thank you sir," he murmured, squeezing the lump in his pants.
Sam turned to us. "OK, somebody want to tell me who this guy is?"
I was still seated on the couch, nude, and my mind was sluggish. I couldn't think what to say, and for a moment couldn't even think how to speak. I just watched that shiny, dusky cock sway, and watched the young man squeeze the lump in his pants, as the bulge grew.
"It's my ..." Marilyn whispered, then cleared her throat and started again. "He's my son. He's just getting home from work."
"How old is he?"
"He's 19."
"And why didn't you tell me there was someone else still coming home tonight?"
"I ... I forgot?"
Sam raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "Forgetting your own son," he muttered to himself. "That's the power of the cock."
He dropped the robe. "OK kid. You're getting pretty hard there, right?" Aaron nodded, his eyes fixed. "And feeling kinda dazed, and suggestible? Let's say ... malleable?"
He nodded again.
