I lived with my mom and dad in Washington DC, but I barely saw either one of them because they both worked long hours. Most of the time I was home by myself. I didn’t really have friends, so I learned to be cool with being a loner.

Dad was a police officer, and mom worked for some business-consulting firm. Dad was an attractive man, and in my seventeen years of life, I've seen him bring at least thirty different women into our home.

One particular night, mom was out of town attending a conference in North Carolina, and dad had come home with a tall blond woman. This woman looked to be about nineteen years old, making her only a couple years older than me. It was about ten o’clock at night and I was on the couch watching television. When I heard the two come into the house I just pretended to be asleep so I could eavesdrop on their conversation. "Awww how cute, your son looks just like you and he is knocked out on the couch," said the young woman.

"Thank you. Lets go upstairs before we wake him,” Dad replied.

After about ten minutes of silence, all I could hear was loud moaning coming from upstairs. I slowly crept up the staircase so that it wouldn't make a creaking noise. When I got to top of the steps, I saw the dress that the blond woman was wearing crumbled up on the floor leading to my parent's bedroom.

The bedroom door was cracked and there was a little light coming from the television. I slowly made my way towards the door and was both shocked and amazed at what I saw once I got there. My Father had his faced buried into this woman's private parts. "Don't stop Daddy. Eat that pussy Daddy,” she moaned.

That went on for about ten minutes, then my Father stood up and I saw the biggest dick that I've ever seen in my life. From where I was standing, it looked as if his dick was about ten or eleven inches long and about as wide as a soda can. The only other dick I ever saw, besides my own, belonged to my older cousin Matt. Matt had about eight or nine inches and was quite thick, but not as thick as dads. My mouth dropped open in amazement.

The blond woman wrapped her lips around my Dad’s big dick and I know that I should have been pissed that Dad was disrespecting my mom, his wife, in their own bed, but I couldn't help but to be aroused. My own dick began to rise in my pajamas.

While I watched my Dad get his dick sucked by this barely legal teenager, I pulled my eight-inch dick out and began to slowly stroke myself. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed and placed her legs behind her back, using her own fingers to play with her pussy. This was obviously turning Dad on because his dick seemed like it kept getting bigger and bigger.

He eventually shoved his dick into her pussy and went in and out of her like his life depended on it. She was yelling for him to stop because his dick was too big, but he kept right on fucking until he pulled out of her and sprayed cum all over her face and breast. I damn near exploded when I saw all of that cum hit her body.

Pops told her that she could get cleaned up and spend the night if she wanted to, and the woman agreed. I hurried back downstairs and crawled back onto the couch before anyone noticed I had moved. I couldn't help but replay what I had seen over and over in my mind. My mind kept racing from the woman's pussy to my Dad's big thick dick. Both were turning me on equally.

Night had come and gone and I awakened to the sound of the front door slamming. "Good morning Tony. Wake up. Mommy's home,” said Mom. I rubbed my eyes and gave her ‘the stank’ look.

"Come on ma. It is only six o’clock in the morning," I reminded her.

"Oh boy, hush. I came back early. They cancelled the last day of the conference."

Oh shit. I remembered that dad was upstairs with that blond chick. As much as my Father deserved to get busted for fucking some woman in my Mama's bed, I did not want mom to find out like this. I'm afraid it was already too late. Mama was making her way upstairs.

Mama picked up the dressed that was still on the floor from the night before, and clearly knew it wasn't hers. She wasn't a big lady, but she wasn't as tiny as the blond woman by far.

With the dress in hand, she barged into the bedroom. She saw Dad sleeping in the bed naked by himself. With one leg hanging off the bed, his thick dick and big balls were in plain view. She woke him up and asked whom the dressed belonged to since it obviously wasn't her dress size. Dad made up some lie about buying it at a yard sale for her. He tried to flatter her by saying that he thought that the dress would fit her perfectly and show off all of her curves. Somehow Mama bought into this and began to undress. "Did you miss me while I was away?" she asked.

"Hell yeah. Come over here to Daddy,” he replied. I stood by the bedroom door puzzled as hell about how the blond woman was able to leave the house without me hearing her last night.

Well Dad began to fuck mom like his relationship depended on it. He would put that entire dick into her and then pull it all the way back out, and then repeat slowly. This must have sent Mom into overdrive because she yelled that she was about to have an orgasm for the third time in fifteen minutes. This went on for about thirty minutes and Dad finally told my Mom that he was ready to nut. "Let me inside that tight little ass of yours so I can give you this nut," Dad commanded. She did as instructed and within two minutes pops let out just as much cum as he did before with the young blond woman.

Mom went into the bathroom to get cleaned up, while Dad waited in the bedroom for her to finish. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to get hot. After about five minutes, when Dad saw that the coast was clear, he pulled the blond woman from the closet and was about to escort her down the stairs. Just as they were about to make their escape, the bathroom door opened. Mom had forgotten her towel so she was heading to the hall closet to retrieve one, but now she was standing face to face with the woman Dad had given his dick to the night before.

"Who the fuck are you?" mom asked. The woman replied that she didn't want any trouble. "Were you fucking my husband in my house," Mom asked, knowing she knew the answer.

"Yes, but I did not know that he was married ma’am,” the woman replied.

My momma must have seen red because the next thing I knew, she hauled off and punched the woman square in the face. Dad tried to break up the fight, but Mom and the woman were pulling each other’s hair, and kicking and punching.

After about five minutes of fighting, Dad was finally able to break things up between the two. But now he had another problem, as mom was now fighting him. While Mom and Dad were fighting the woman eased her way downstairs and ran out of the front door to safety. Mom was kicking and punching Dad, and calling him every name in the book. The disgusted look on her face was enough to tell that things were serious. I didn't know how things were going to play out, but I knew that it wasn't going to be a good ending.

Mom finally grew tired and yelling and fighting and just went into the bathroom. She took a nice long shower and got dressed as if she was about to go to an upscale event. As she was about to make her way downstairs Dad asked her where she was going and she replied, "To get some dick from down the street". This set him off and the fighting returned.

This time dad became physical with mom and began to push her. "That's why I've been giving this pussy to Mike from work." As soon as the words left her lips, Dad slapped her so hard across the face I could see his hand print. Mom grabbed his face and began to lash out in anger. "You pussy motherfucker. I can't believe you just put your hands on a woman. I’m going to call the police. No, I'm going to call Paul."

Paul was her older Brother, my Uncle. "He is going to fuck you up. Get out of my house," Mom yelled at the top of her lungs. I wouldn’t be shocked if everyone in the neighborhood heard her. Dad stood his ground and refused to go anywhere. "I'm not going anywhere. I pay the damn bills in this house. You can get the fuck out, but I'm not moving," he said firmly.

Mom looked at me and told me to come with her. She called Uncle Paul and asked him to pick us up. I was sad, scared, nervous, anxious, and a number of other feelings all at the same time. I didn't know what was going to happy to our family. Uncle Paul was able to pick us up within ten minutes, since he didn’t live too far. He stayed in Northwest DC, near Howard University. On the way to his house mama told him everything. Uncle Paul said not to worry, and that we could stay at his house for as long as we needed to do so.

I was still in shock about dad turning so violent, especially since he was the one who had a woman in the house. He had never hit me, or even raised his voice at me before. As far as I know, he had never hit Mom either. I only know him to be the happy go lucky Dad who would throw around the football with me in the front yard. Or the over involved Dad who was always checking to make sure I kept up my grades in school. Not sure what was going on with him, but I hoped he would get the help he needs to get back to his old self.

***

Thank God it was the summer when all of this chaos took place. I am pretty much a straight A student and all of this stress definitely would have had a negative impact on my grades. It had been two weeks now since mom and I stayed with Uncle Paul and I was beginning to believe that we were never going to move back in with dad again. With everything going on, mom still made sure to let me know that we were going to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.

I was looking forward to my birthday for two main reasons.

The first was because on July 6th I was going to officially be a teenager. Second, my big cousin Matt, who was now twenty-one, was going to be coming home from college and staying for a few weeks. I hadn't seen Matt in a couple years. Since starting college, he barely came home. Once in a while he would visit for a day or two and then go straight back Columbia University in New York City. Uncle Paul had a nice three-bedroom house with a two-car garage. For the past two weeks Mom had been staying in the guest room and I had been sleeping in Matt's room. I guessed we'd have to sort out the sleeping arrangements once Matt arrived.

For my eighteenth birthday, Mom planned to take me to the movies and to the mall so I could go on a five hundred dollar shopping spree. Since I can remember, I never really had too many friends, so I relished the time spent with family. I counted down the days until finally July 6th was here. I woke up bright and early. The sun still hadn't risen, but I was up and ready for my big day. My day got off to a great start. Mom and Uncle Paul made my favorite breakfast that included waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, French toast, and grits. They watched my every move while I ate, hoping to see a look of contentment. When I finished my meal I gave them my seal of approval. “It was the best breakfast I've ever had,” I told them.

A couple hours later, mom and I headed to the mall. She gave me five hundred dollars and told me that I had two hours to spend all of the money. All I needed was one hour. I purchased a pair of the new Jordan’s, a couple pairs of jeans, two button-down shirts, socks, and some nice underwear. Since I was eighteen, I wanted to switch from wearing regular boxers to wearing something a little sexier, like boxer briefs and bikini briefs. I met up with my mom, who was waiting for me in the food court, and we heading back to Uncle Paul's.

Around four o’clock, we all headed to Union Station to pick up Matt. He had taken Amtrak home since he doesn't drive yet. We parked the car in the garage and sat inside the station to wait for his arrival.

At approximately five minutes after four, I saw this tall, handsome, well-toned man walking towards us smiling. I knew that it was Matt, but I couldn't believe how much he's changed since I last saw him. Matt now stood at six feet, weighed about one hundred seventy five pounds, and based on the tank top he was wearing; we could all see that he had a well-defined upper body. To say that I was happy to see Matt would be an understatement. He hugged everyone waiting for him. However, when he got around to me, he gave me an extra big hug and told me how much I've grown since a couple years ago.

When we arrived at Uncle Paul’s house, Matt carried his things to his bedroom and we discussed where I would be sleeping. He said that he gets the bed since he's older and that I could sleep on the floor. I didn't bother to put up a fight since it was his room. We stayed up half the night playing Xbox until we finally started to get tired. “Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?” Matt asked. I looked right into his eyes and then down at the floor. “Almost everything. Can we play Milk the Cow like back in the day?" I asked.

Matt said that we could play Milk the Cow as long as we could also play a new game that he would tell me about later. I agreed. He got up to make sure that the bedroom door was locked, and then he walked towards me with this devilish grin. "This cow hasn't been milked in a few weeks, so this game should be real fun," he said.

I placed my hand around his dick and started to stroke it like before. His dick had gotten much bigger, to the point where I had to use two hands this time. Like back in the day, the object of the game was to make the cow shoot its milk before the five-minute mark. I was approaching the five-minute mark and was about to lose the game, so I decided to try something to try something new. I leaned over and put as much of Matt's dick into my mouth as I could. I gagged at first, but then I got use to it. I bobbed my head up and down then stopped to make sure Matt was enjoying it. "Hell yeah I'm enjoying this. Your mouth feels so damn good I don't know if we will be able to play the game I had in mind later," he said, with a big smile on his face.

I went back to playing with his dick, this time running my tongue over his big balls and up and down the sides of his dick. He wanted me to get his dick nice and wet, so I spit on it until it was covered. Matt stood up and told me to kneel down in front of him. He slid his dick in and out of my mouth for about five minutes before his entire body starting shaking and he shot cum all down my throat.

“Damn, where did you learn how to do that,” Matt asked, gasping for breath. He slapped me on the ass and then said, “You must have been practicing with some of those DL boys at your school.”

I just laughed out loud. “On the real you know you are the only person I’ve ever had sexual relations with,” I confessed. I’ve never seen Matt smile so hard before. He told me to get in the bed with him and then he began kissing me so passionately. I was in heaven. We never did get...