Chapter Fifteen
Back home in his own bed, Seth woke up to the feel of his sister sliding up next to him. She wrapped her arms around him and looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"What?" he asked sleepily.
"I was visiting with Mom," Sarah said.
"So?" Seth asked, a little more gruffly than he had intended.
"So - things have changed a bit around here since we went off to school," Sarah said
"What kind of things?"
"Things having to do with sex," Sarah expounded. Despite his tiredness, Seth's curiosity woke him up.
"Well, are you just going to leave it at that?" Seth asked.
"It seems like I am not the only one in the family that likes having a little slave girl," Sarah said with a smirk.
It took Seth a moment to process that, then he sat bolt upright, knocking Sarah over onto the bed next to him. He looked down and insisted, "You're kidding!"
"Uh uh," Sarah disagreed. Given their history in their parents' heads, Seth and Sarah didn't believe the same thing that most people did — that there parents had sex to conceive them and then stopped. Seth knew that his parents had an active and fulfilling sex life, even that they were a little kinky, but this?
"Are you sure?" he asked, unconvinced.
"Well, let's see," Sarah said contemplatively. "Mom on her front ... lying down ... hands tied to the headboard ... whispering 'spank me harder, daddy!' while dad beats her ass with a paddle. You're right, I must have been mistaken."
She smirked at him as she took in the sight of his hard cock jutting out through his boxers. "Although that particular scene seems to interest you."
Seth looked down and shoved his cock back into his shorts.
"Holy fuck!" he murmured.
"And I'll tell you something else," Sarah continued. "It sure as hell wasn't against her will. As soon as Dad pushed his cock into her, she yelled, "Yes, Daddy!" and came harder than I've ever felt her cum. It literally knocked my out of her mind.
"She calls him Daddy?" Seth asked.
"Apparently," Sarah said. "Just like me."
"Sarah," Seth said in a warning tone.
"What?" Sarah said innocently.
"Keep your paws off of Dad!" Seth said, only half jokingly.
"Is there someone else you'd like me to keep my hands on," she said as she dropped her eyes down to his crotch, where his shorts had once again been unable to hold his cock in.
Seth pulled the covers up, not bothering to push it back in.
"Go back to bed," he instructed his sister.
"Can't I sleep here?" she asked with a pout.
"No, I'm going to be busy," he told her.
"Oh," she said, understanding. With a quick kiss on his cheek, she left the room, but she could hear the slapping sound of Seth's hand on his cock before she even closed the door.
That night, Seth announced that he was going to bed uncharacteristically early. Sarah smiled at him as he left, but he chose to ignore the implications in the smile. After doing his evening ablutions and removing all his clothes, Seth snuggled in bed and fell asleep. Soon, he was visiting with his father, just as Sarah suspected that he would.
For a while, he was just puttering about, but Seth could feel the underlying excitement as thoughts of what he planned to do to his wife went through his mind. Seth was amazed at his father — there were thoughts there that he'd never even had.
Seth could feel his father's impatience, his wish that Sarah would go to bed already, and his frustration about not being able to just send her to her room. He had a thought about how much he wanted his kids back in school so that he could fuck Sandy wherever and whenever he wanted, just like he did when they were gone. The guilt that thought gave him was somewhat alleviated by the sight of his wife bent over, emptying the dishwasher, and the memory of another time that he found her like that, and how he pushed up her skirt, cut off her panties and fucked her right there.
Finally, Sarah showed signs of going to bed. She went over and kissed her mother, saying, "Good night, Mother."
"Night, Sarah," her mother replied.
Then she went to her father and in a little girl's voice she said, "Will you give me a kiss goodnight, Daddy?"
Despite himself, Paul's cock jumped; it sounded so much like Sandy begging him for a kiss. But this wasn't Sandy, this was his daughter. He banished the thought from his mind and gave Sarah a peck on the cheek.
"Good night, Sarah," he said.
He watched her practically skip out of the room until her heard his wife clear her throat loudly.
"If there is a little girl that you are going to be lusting for, it will be me!" Sandy said forcefully.
"Of course, it's you!" Paul said guiltily. "It's just that she reminds me so much of you."
"Uh huh," Sandy said, sounding unconvinced.
Seth knew that Sarah's remark had been aimed at both him and his father, and he ruefully shook his head (virtually speaking) at her antics.
Paul's anticipation continued to grow, though he didn't show it, until finally he could take it no more.
"Are you ready for me, little girl?" he growled.
Sandy's demeanor changed instantly. A moment ago, she was reading a magazine on the couch. Now she dropped the magazine and looked over at Paul, lust written all over her face.
"Yes, daddy," she purred, her tone sounding not too different than her daughter's did just a few minutes before.
"Strip!" Paul demanded.
Sandy glanced up the stairs. "But the kids..." she began.
Paul was nervous as well, but he tried not to show it. "I don't want questions! Do you want me to take you over me knew again?" Paul's memory flashed back to a previous event when he had taken her over his knee, and given the shudder that went through Sandy's body, he imagined that she was thinking about that too.
"No, Daddy," she said quietly, as she quickly removed her clothing.
Paul grabbed a piece of rope out of the drawer and spun Sandy around, quickly tying her hands behind her back, then pushed her towards the stairs. Paul's cock was rock hard as he marched Sandy past Sarah's door, imagining the look on his daughter's face if she could see them now. Seth gave an inner laugh at that thought, imaging the look on his father's face if he realized how much Sarah already knew.
Paul pushed Sandy into their bedroom and shoved her face down onto the bed. He quickly stripped his own clothes off, taking his underwear and pushing them into Sandy's mouth. "Mustn't wake the children," he cackled as he walked over to the bedside table. He saw Sandy looking at him lustfully as he removed a pair of nipple clips and a paddle. Paul wrapped the paddle in a washcloth, hoping that would dampen the noise so that Sarah and Seth wouldn't hear them. It would be better if he waited until they were gone, but he had too much lost time to make up, and he didn't want to wait.
Without so much as a by-your-leave, which would have been difficult anyway given the tighty whites in her mouth, Paul started spanking Sandy's ass. He began slowly, first just rubbing the paddle on her ass, its sensation different than Sandy was used to without the washcloth. Then he started interspersing slaps with the paddle, building Sandy up, getting her hotter and hotter. He could hear her labored breathing as he dipped a finger into her pussy and found it soaked.
Paul rolled Sandy over, kissing her on her nose and wiping away her tears before he clipped the clamps on her extended nipples. He kissed her again before rolling her onto her stomach again, pressing her breasts to the bed, digging the clamps in more painfully.
"Ready for more?" he asked.
Sandy nodded eagerly.
Paul resumed his paddling, doing it harder this time, enjoying the view as Sandy's ass turned redder and redder. He moved the paddle around, always staying on the lower half of her ass so as not to damage her tailbone while still ensuring that her ass turned a uniform shade of red. Paul shivered inwardly as he thought about Sandy sitting at breakfast with their children in the morning, barely able to sit, every feeling on her ass intensified enormously.
Finally, after two last, extra hard whacks, Paul put down the paddle and undid Sandy's wrists. He climbed on the bed next to her and rolled her into his arms, removing his underwear from her mouth and then gently stroking her hair as her sobs slowly diminished. While he did not have much experience, Paul had done his research. Spotty and contradictory as the information on the Internet was, he did learn about the importance of aftercare, and he held his wife as she came down from the place that she went to when he paddled her.
He held her for a while longer, and Seth was impressed by the tenderness and love that his father showed to his mother, especially after he had just caused her so much pain. But it was clear that his mother had loved it, because as she came down she started kissing Paul, quickly escalating to practically attacking him. She rolled her husband onto his back and quickly straddled his hard cock, impaling herself on him.
As Sandy started writing up and down on Paul's cock, she clearly felt every thrust, especially when his cock bottomed out and her ass slammed into his thighs, reminding her of the paddling she just received. Paul reached forward and gently tugged on the chain between the nipple clamps, which was enough to put Sandy over the top.
Paul thought about how funny it was that Sandy used to be so quiet when she came, always careful about the children hearing, and now she was struggling not to scream at the top of her lungs as she came. What a difference a couple of months of a child-free home could make! Then Paul wasn't thinking of anything at all, as the contractions and contortions of his wife dragged a huge orgasm out of him.
Seth woke up, his stomach sticky with his cum, and he noticed that his sister's arm was across his chest, cum covering it as well. He glanced down at her and he could see her panting. He knew he should clean up, but he was too wiped out, so he just fell asleep again — as messy as he was.