Billy's Dad Learns S&M Means Sis & Mom

Billy's Dad Learns S&M Means Sis & Mom

Chapter 2

Sara yanked me by my arm as we neared the door of the seedy truck-stop diner, ducking into the space between a windowless section of wall near a closed steel door, and two green, reeking dumpsters. My sexpot sister Sara leaned into me and immediately groped my dick through the thin shorts. “Good man Billy, your sweet cock is already good and chubby. Now nibble on my titties and suck them nice and hard while I work my slut-shorts up into my crotch.” My sister moaned “harder” as we both proceeded and I heard a mans' voice sigh “damn” before we turned to see a trucker watching us from his cab window, not twenty feet away. Sara lifted up her flimsy top that I had been reaching under, and arching her spine, thrust her luscious young breasts out. “Move your ass a little now Billy, don't get in the way of any of these dudes in the lot here getting a good look, now that they're nice and perky!” She pulled and played a bit with them before lowering the flimsy top again slithering back toward the entrance. “Come on Billy” my sister hummed.

The diner was dimly lit by random invasions of brilliant sunshine in several randomly opened blinds and curtains and as I adjusted my eyes, I noticed that the dozen or so patrons, three ladies in various waitress apparel, and teenaged, hooker-looking tramp, were all staring into the back dining room, completely engrossed by a big, six foot-five, strapping guy in a police uniform, lecturing a healthy, but backwoods looking woman in her twenties as a second black officer, not quite as tall but much more muscular, lifted a scrawny, hayseed also in his twenties, to his feet after apparently having just putting the cuffs on him.

“I swear, we never did anything like this before, sir!! We just needed to get some money to eat and move on. Earl lost his job, and we been traveling and looking for work and sleeping in our car even. I ain't no real whore sir, I swear it!” the woman pleaded to the white sheriff

The black officer searched Earl as she spoke, and ripping open his breast pocket, started examining a wad of cash he discovered. “Look here Sheriff Jebb, seventy two dollars!” he announced.

The sheriff smiled and approached the accused woman as her man, held by the deputy, reluctantly watched as did everyone else. “I guess he treated her to a eight dollar breakfast after selling her to those four big, black dudes from that construction crew to gang fuck all night for twenty bucks each.” She hung her head in shame. “I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Instead of having your pathetic ass wrecked even worse for a year in jail, I'm going to give you a chance to leave this piece of shit excuse for a man of yours behind, and just walk away. Just get!”

“Hey, Nate!” The sheriff yelled, causing a middle aged black truck driver to respond, “You're headed out west, since she seems to like black fellers so much, why don't you help her out with a ride?” He turned to Earl in contempt and addressed the deputy; “Wayne, this bitchy little scumbag isn't worthy of my jail either, it would only be an improvement to his lifestyle. As a sign of agreement, give his ex the cash and we can all watch her kick the hell out of his balls a few times before she goes, to start the agonizing, marathon of a beating planned for the rest of his life.”

The room seemed to immediately loose its tension and stress, replaced by a mood of celebration as the woman kicked viciously a few times into her would be pimp before spitting on his face and leaving with her new acquaintance, Nate. The black deputy dragged old Earl out, as three or four guys and a woman walked along assaulting him on the way. “Remember to lose their car,” the sheriff called to them.

As I turned and gathered my bearings I noticed that my sister Sara had made friends with the slutty, teenage whore we had noticed enter earlier. They were chatting in whispers as I approached where they sat at the counter together.

“Billy, this is Missy. She's Sheriff Jeb, over there's niece” Sara said as I sat.

“He's your brother? You ever fuck him?” Missy asked brazenly. “If he was my brother, I'd fuck him all the time.” She stared at my crotch as she spoke.

“Well as a matter of fact, now that we've finally got my control freak father to be our little bitch slave, I plan on fucking him all the time.” Sara smiled.

“Cool” Missy bubbled, “just make sure you guys talk to my aunt Vicky first if you're thinking about tricking around here. You just saw how they all get”

Sara started telling Missy about our interest in letting her keep any proceeds that abuse of our parents and our involvement might earn, when a voice interrupted.

“Who's your new friends Missy?” Sheriff Jeb asked, standing close and ogling Sara.

I stayed quiet mostly as Sara and Missy consulted with Jeb. He asked questions on topics from moms' enjoyment of torturing her man, to dads obedience and lust for humiliation and torment, to what year our Mercedes was and if we bought it new. Jeb used Sara's openness to address his concerns as lawman, hedonist and obvious lord of the land, and I worried that my sister's infatuation with Missy while they chatted distracted her into compromising our family's privacy unwittingly, until she turned to Sheriff Jeb with a stern look and told him our car was registered to one of my dad's companies, and told him dad's name, which Jeb immediately recognized and reacted to a bit fearfully, even though we were far away from home. Sara explained that as long as She and mom ran the show, things would stay cool. She also said dads' contacts, associates and connections could easily reach even into places as remote and disassociated as this. After getting his nervous attention, Sara continued again describing her interest in dads humiliation, rape and torture in detail, asking Jeb for his ideas. As they talked, Sara's foot shed it's sandal and worked it's way up Missy's leg to her crotch, while Missy rubbed my dick through my shorts with her hand, making Jeb smile a bit.

After some discussion they decided on an incredibly devious and wicked plan. Jeb made phone calls on his cell phone, and Sara and Missy put on a little show, making out with each other nonchalantly as everyone in the placed watched with side eyed glances. “Those two sick bastards that haul for Jonas Brothers are gonna meet you's at your room in a bit. I'll see y'all later then.” Jeb told us, rising to leave.

I walked back to the room with my sister and her new girlfriend on each side of me. Two redneck dudes yelled “hey” to us from the parking lot just as we were going in, and introduced themselves as Bob and Ray. Obviously Jeb's “sick bastards”.

We all entered to see dad naked and on his knees with his wrists bound and tied to his ankles, as mom, looking really hot in a thong and pumps yanked on his nipple ring leashes. “Just so you all know, I'm the slut, whore who wants to get fucked stupid.” Mom motioned toward dad and added, “that's my cum dumster, fuck toy, punching bag, all-purpose, bitch of a hubby.” Both their eyes were glassy.

“Mom's been hitting the rock, it seems,” Sara teased. “Puffing the tube are you mom??

“A little bit” mom confessed. “I'm getting your limp dicked daddy in the mood.” She held up a glass tube and lighter and pulled on it deeply. Sara took it from her as she exhaled. She put it in dad's mouth and told him to hit it, lighting it while pinching his nose shut. Sara pulled one of dad's nipple chains until his flesh was taut and distended as she took the smoking hot pipe from his lips and taunted; “hold real still now pig, don't jerk away or you'll rip that bitch nipple right off, okay daddy?” Sara pressed the super hot glass pipe into daddy's taut left nipple, making him screach in pain.

Missy and Sara both cackled in laughter “There, the pain slut's ready” Missy joked.

Sara laughed as she prodded dad's, now three-quarter erect cock with her foot. “See how much my daddy loves me? He screams and cries just like a little girl.”

“Put on that strap-on and fuck your daddy's skanky ass for him Sara, while I fuck your brother, while these two morons tear into your hot mother.”

We all stripped ourselves quickly, then Bob and Ray assaulted mom with slaps and shoves. “Show your family what a wild whore mom is, sit that nice ass on my dick and lean back so Ray can fuck your cunt for you.” Bob hissed.

“Yeah, fuck me in my ass and pussy like a pig! Spit on me and bite on my tits and slap me around! I want my faggot husband Vito to see his wife take it from some real men for a change!” mom grunted in heat, “Shove those big hard dicks in me!”

Sara tightened the harness of the big latex dildo and shoved dad over with her foot to untie him as he lay hogtied with his face in the carpet. “Beg these nice men to let you put their beautiful cocks into your crack whore wife for them! Beg them, you dog!” Sara ordered dad.

Mom lifted her ass over Bob's lap and the two men and her had a delightful time manhandling dad and hissed orders and insults at him, making him lick mom's ass hole, and pussy as well as their cocks, swatting his face with the big headed dicks to accent their directions. Just as both cocks were fully penetrating my mom, and dad licked and kissed the men's balls like a good slut, Sara had finished lubing dad's ass and worked the head of her prosthesis into his rectum.

A look of sadistic bliss overcame Sara's gorgeous face as she grabbed dad's hips. “Time to take it up your ass now, daddy! Your little princess is going to rip your tight little shit hole bloody for you.”

Sara plunged deep and hard, over and over again, her lips snarled in a lusty sneer as she slapped and punched him occasionally. When Bob and Ray each came, dad was made to lick from mom what little cum wasn't pumped down his throat by them, as Sara plowed him all the while.

Missy, who had been riding on my lap as we watched from the bed, cheered. “Yeah, slam his ass girl! Shove his face into those cocks fucking your mom!” Missy moaned and ground on my dick hard, then whispered loudly to me; “Mmmm, I'm cumming. UUnnnngghh! I cum a lot watching sex while I fuck, did you feel me gush? I love you guy's folks. Your middle aged, rock smoking mom still looks like a model or something, and I just can't wait to get at your pain slut daddy.” Missy rambled like a valley girl, then abruptly got up, walked over to the curtain, and waved one end as a signal.

Mom, looking spent and satisfied, having just cum several times, lifted a little off of Ray after Bob got off of her, but instead of getting all the way up, she only elevated her ass about a foot before a torrent of piss spewed out over dad's head and face. The room burst out in laughter as dad gagged and grunted. Sara was so delighted from mom's display, she began moaning in orgasm as well, still pumping dad steadily.”

Suddenly, the motel room door swung open! Our parents looked in horror at Sheriff Jeb in the doorway, but the rest of us were looking at their reaction.

“You folks is in a heap o trouble! Yah hear?!” Jeb announced.