Mark Smith - Easy young piece

"Nothing. It's just that it's my period."

"So what the fuck difference does that make. Christ, I've been gone for two months and you're acting like that's a big deal."

"It is for me," she replied.

I could feel a real fight coming on. They didn't usually act this petty around each other. Something was obviously bothering both of them, and this was only serving as an excuse. What was it? My father climbed into bed. For a moment I was afraid that they would turn out all the lights, but they left one on. Still, they were under the covers and I couldn't see much.

"Jeremy!" my mother said in a scolding tone of voice.

"What?"

"Come."

"Jesus Christ. Would you feel my cock? I'm horny as a three-balled tomcat and you want me to just forget about it and go to sleep? What the fuck's the matter with you anyway?"

"I told you."

"Don't give me that shit."

She was silent. I could see his hands working on her tits through the sheets, squeezing them and massaging them like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck."

"What?"

"I know what's the matter with you."

"What?"

"You've been fucking around, haven't you?"

"Jeremy!"

"That's it, isn't it? You've been fucking around and you feel guilty about it and you feel pissed off at me because I'm the one making you feel guilty, right?"

She just stared at him, I'm not sure she followed what he had said, and I doubted he could have repeated it if she'd asked him to. But she didn't ask him. Instead, she just continued to stare at him, but I could tell that his words had hit home with her.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

Still she didn't say anything.

"You fucking slut. Who was it?"

"Jeremy, I'm going to sleep now."

"Fuck you. You're not doing anything unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"

"You're a bastard."

"You're the one that's been fucking around. God damn it, I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson. Roll over."

"Jeremy!"

"Shut up and roll your ass over before I do it for you."

She did as she was told. He reared up behind her, throwing the sheets and covers off of both of them. Suddenly I could see both their naked bodies as he prepared to do whatever he was doing to do to her. First he slapped her. Then he grabbed her ass and lifted it up in the air so that it offered a tempting target directly in front of him.

"Now hold still."

"Jeremy."

"And shut up."

My mother was obviously so angry she didn't know what to do. He was manhandling her in a way that was totally different from anything I had ever seen between them.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked, a slight touch of fear in her voice.

"I'm gonna butt fuck the shit out of you."

"Jeremy!"

"Is that all you can say? Jesus Christ."

He grabbed his cock and placed its head at the entrance to my mother's asshole. It was tight and dark there. And dry! He began to shove.

"Owwwww! That hurts!"

"Good."

For a long time her asshole wouldn't budge, but at last the tight sphincter began to give way. His cockhead was going in. Very slowly, inch by inch, he pierced her. She seemed to be resisting him all the way, but he was too powerful for her. Finally it was halfway in.

"How do you like that, you fucking slut!"

"Don't talk to me like that."

"You never told me who it was. Did he fuck you in the ass like this, or did he just wear out your pussy?"

My mother rebelled, and as a result she made a mistake. Up until now she had never said anything which openly admitted that she had indeed been fucking around while my father was gone. Even though my father had been acting, up until now, as if he was sure that she had been unfaithful to him, the truth was that he was far from sure about it. That made my mother's reply that much worse.

"No, he didn't ass fuck me. Just my cunt, Jeremy. And his cock was bigger than yours."

My father went crazy.

"Bitch!" he shouted, and with a single motion he jammed his cock all the way into her tight asshole.

"Owwww!"

"Shut up. So you really did do it this time, huh? You fucking slut." He began to pummel her, fucking his cock up into her asshole, shoving as hard as he could. Obviously he wanted to hurt her and he was doing a good job of it.

My mother was squirming and wriggling on the end of his prick like an impaled animal. There was a thin, glistening sheen of sweat all over her body as she accepted, reluctantly, the thrashing he was giving her.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"Fuck you."

My father stopped, waiting for a second with his cock just barely in her ass. Then he charged forward. My mother groaned and wiggled, but it was no use. His cock was firmly in her ass and nothing was going to change the situation.

"Now you hold still," my father said, his voice grating like two rocks being rubbed together. He slammed into her once, twice, three more times. Then he came. I couldn't see very much, but from the way his ass tensed up and the way my mother reacted it must have been quite a jolt that he sent into her asshole.

"Uuuuuhhhhh! Oh my God!" For a long time he remained in the same position, his back arched and his hand firmly grasping her ass cheeks. Finally he pulled his cock out of her. For another long moment he stayed where he was, staring at the figure of my mother beneath him. Then he got up and walked away from the bed. I closed the door quickly and quietly, and then raced down to my bedroom. I felt terrible, but I couldn't exactly say why. Obviously no one likes to see their parents fight, but it was beyond that. Or at least I thought I was. For several years I hadn't let myself be bothered by anything that happened between them. They always seemed to be able to work it out in the end. This time I wasn't so sure.

After that, things calmed down for a while. My mother and father quit fighting and I kept seeing Mr. Kirkwood. Or Jason, as I ended up calling him.

I would go over to his house one night a week and we'd fuck until we could hardly move. Then we'd fuck some more.

His cock was absolutely incredible. He could do more things with it than I had ever imagined were possible, and after a while I began to feel like my cunt was perfectly molded to fit him. I was happy with this arrangement.

Then something happened that changed everything about our relationship. In fact, as I look back on it now, it seems likely that what happened at this point was the first in a series of events that led eventually to my decision to leave home.

What happened was my mother walked in on us while we were fucking. One day when I left home to go to Jason's house, I told my parents that I was going to the library. My mother said something about having to go out later herself, but that she'd probably be home before I got back. I guess a warning bell should have flashed in my mind then, but it didn't. I was too excited about the prospects for the evening ahead to be paying much attention to what my mother was saying.

At any rate, when I got to Jason's we had a drink, and then went upstairs. Lately we had been doing the same kind of thing he had been doing that night with mother – him tying me up and fucking me that way. I wasn't really crazy about it, but sometimes I could get into it.

Tonight, however, I came up with a twist.

"Why don't you let me tie you up?" I asked him.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I don't think so."

"Come on, Jason, it's only fair. How many times have I let you do it to me?"

He looked uncertain, and I think for the first time I realized how important it was in his own mind for him to be the one in control. Finally, however, he gave in.

Five minutes later he was naked on the bed, each of his hands and feet carefully bound to the four bedposts. He looked uncomfortable and his cock was limp.