Controlling my parents

CONTROLLING MY PARENTS

Chapter 1 – SLEEPWALKING AND PISS.

Liberty, beauty, happiness, friendship and love. Everything’s possible even among beggars. A story of beggars which is not a tragedy in my novel Lights of the Earth in lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com , or in Spanish luces-delatierra.blogspot.com . Enjoy the trilogy and feel free to make comments, non erotic comments, please.

I was surprised at breakfast when I saw both my parents enter the kitchen timidly, blushing, with the expression of two guilty children that had just been caught by their teacher. I didn’t understand why they felt so embarrassed as they sat down with two cups of coffee and told me.

-Good morning, Greg.

I am Greg Sedgwick, 21, and my parents are Elliott and Marge, both of them 45. They both work in the same office, selling houses. It was Saturday morning and they didn’t work today. I am bisexual and one day, three years ago, I mustered courage and told my parents. Their reaction surprised me. They both kissed and hugged me tenderly and reassured me, telling me again I was their pride. Now I was experiencing a time hard at nights, because I was a sleepwalker. Doctors informed my parents that this was a transitional phase, nothing really serious and eventually it will stop.

-We have something to tell you, Greg –my mother said-, and we do not know how to begin because it will mean talking about sex, but we think you are mature enough to talk with your parents about sex.

-Oh –I said really stunned-, you’d better not, mum –I started, really nervous and noticing I was blushing-. You see, mum, in order to avoid this, I must confess something. I know you will both be mad at me later and shut your mouths.

-What is it you want to say, Greg? –now it was my father who asked me.

-Well, it is this. I will understand if later you punish me. You know I am bisexual but the worst is –and I finally said it-, well, I like both of you, I mean sexually –I was quite red in the face now-, and sometimes I cannot help wanking over either of you or both together, imagining you both having sex with each other. Well, now you know the worst –I finished really frightened.

But my mother was more embarrassed than me, took a deep breath, and kept on talking with a thin voice.

-You can go on wanking over us –she looked at my father who nodded. It seemed obvious they had been mulling over something for some days-, in fact –she sighed but finally said something that took me aback- we need you for our sexual life, well, something of you to be exact.

-Something of me?

-Well, you did something on Wednesday morning that you did not know you were doing, and it has changed our sexual life definitely.

-Oh –I asked really frightened- what the hell have I done? Does it have to do with my sleepwalking problems?

-It does.

-Hope I did not abuse you sexually or something –I was stuttering now. I really had no idea what I could have done.

-No, don’t worry. It is not that. It was quite a different thing. Well, I will tell you. On Tuesday night we went to bed very early. I suppose I can tell you –my mother went on- that your father and me were fucking more or less at 1 a.m. on Wednesday morning –I was blushing, but kept on listening to her-, and he was on top of me with her back to the door. But we made that night an unforgivable mistake. We forgot to shut the door of our room. It was ajar. Then you came in. You mistook our bedroom with the toilet. Your father did not see you enter but I did see you coming in. You were staring vacantly at me and suddenly I saw you taking out your dick –I blushed and more when she added- by the way, it is a perfect dick you have. Don’t blush. You are mature enough, Greg, and it is only natural that I tell you that.

-But do you consider natural that I am looking at you with a boner and hearing what you have to tell?

-I think it can be natural. It’s normal you have a boner hearing your parents tell you they were fucking. I guess all children know very well that their parents fuck.

-Ok, mum, you can go on, but for Christ’s sake, tell me what I did.

-You started pissing us.

-Oh, my God.

-Let me tell you, Greg. And don’t worry. I know very well you did not know what you were doing. Well, you instantly bathed in piss your father’s back. He was absolutely surprised with the unexpected rain and had to ask.

-What the fuck?

-It’s Greg, Elliott. Don’t reproach him anything. He does not know what he is doing.

-But in that moment when I could feel it was piss that fell on my naked body –my father said- something came to me then and I shot my load in your mother’s cunt. Of course we always use a condom. We don’t want to have a second child.

-Even if I knew I should not talk and awake you I couldn’t help but say “Greg, please…” –My mother went on-. But I think you saw something that distracted you and suddenly you pissed in my mouth.

-Oh, mum. Oh, I am so sorry –I said completely red in my face now.

-Then you started to piss my entire body too. But I must admit that first taste of piss had a good flavour. But I did not understand why your father had cummed then and I asked him.

-My turn to be humiliated, Greg –my father told me, also blushing-. But I think it was the surprise. I could never have imagined I could be soaked in piss, and much less by my own son. It was a strange reaction, for I know I only like girls, so why did I cum, with no other than my son’s piss?

-Elliott then told me we’d better change our sheets and have a shower. But I, still with the taste of your piss in my mouth, was on fire and suggested he should fuck me again first. I guess my aroused moans made your father ask me, as he fucked me again, really hard.

-Why are you so aroused, Marge?

-I don’t know, Elliott. But please fuck me again before we change the sheets.

-Are you aroused at Greg’s piss?

-He’s pissed in my mouth, Elliott. I don’t know how to tell you, but I like the taste.

-And then I became so interested –my father said looking at me, still red in the face- that I took some piss from one of your mother’s tits and tasted it too. I don’t know why but I came a second time in your mother’s pussy. Oh, Marge –I told your mother-, believe me when I say I cannot understand why I am feeling so aroused. I think I have liked the taste of piss, but it is a man’s piss, our own son’s piss, for Christ’s sake. I am not even bisexual.

-We have both been unexpectedly surprised, Elliott. Do not worry about your reactions. Come on, let’s get out, change the sheets and have a shower.

-The sheets were quite wet then –it was my mother speaking to me now-. As I was changing the sheets your father and I looked at each other as if admitting it was a pity to abandon those beautifully pissed sheets. It was so evident that I suddenly had to tell him that they were too wet, but we will let them dry and tomorrow we could lay again the same pissed sheets when they were drier.

-I don’t know what is suddenly happening to us, Marge –your father said-, are you aware that we are talking of sleeping tomorrow in the same wet sheets Greg has pissed?

-Something’s happening to us, Elliott. We are again living our first days in love. I look at you and love you even more. You are so cute when talking to me admitting you have enjoyed Greg’s piss. Because you have enjoyed it, haven’t you?

-We are mad, Marge. But ok, I admit I have liked it, the taste has aroused me, even if it is our son’s piss.

-So what’s the problem? Is it you are going to tell me now you have a sudden liking to our son, like some incestuous needs? –Hearing that I almost creamed my pants, so I had to say.

-You’d better stop talking, mum, or I will cum on my pants, unless –I said dubiously- you don’t mind I take my dick out here before you and jack off before my parents.

Both my parents exchanged glances then and I read clearly they were living a new dream of passion, due precisely to my piss! And therefore they would allow me many things

-You can do it, Greg. I know this is not easy for any of us, but your parents are telling you that they need your piss, that simple. And you must have your fun. I think this family can go on as usual if family matters stay in the family and nobody ever knows.

-Nobody will ever know, mum. But you must understand that this small incest of two parents and their son will only make sense if the three of us respect one another and understand one another’s needs. So do either of you mind that I have some small sexual fun and jack off?

-You can jack off, Greg. We will feel more comfortable if the three of us find all of this quite natural and have fun just as naturally. We agree and we are harming nobody.

So I did take my dick out and started to wank there, before my parents. I was still blushing, but I couldn’t help but look at both their bodies, staring lasciviously at my mother’s boobs and at my father’s crotch. He was looking at my dick and said.

-Congratulations, Greg. You have a sexy dick. I had not seen it before last night.

-Are you not feeling a bit bisexual, Dad?

-Not a bit, but I am proud the three of us can talk naturally about sex and even have some fun out of it. If you also find it natural, it will finally become the most natural thing in the world for us three. But I will resume the story now. Your mother had just asked me if I was not a little aroused with, possibly, some incestuous thoughts.

-It’s not that, Marge, of course not. I don’t think I am experiencing gay or incestuous desires. But so far I admit I have enjoyed the taste of piss.

-So, as we are both highly aroused at piss now, Elliott, my love, why don’t we enter the bathtub and piss each other before having a shower?

-So, naked as we were, we entered the bathtub as excited as two children getting Santa Claus’ gifts. At once your father asked me to piss on his body, something we had never done before. Timidly I complied and started peeing. He was so aroused that he asked me to bathe his whole sexy naked body. It is as if I was watching that glorious body for the first time. It was so beautiful with drops of piss all over. His arousal increased and he asked me to piss in his mouth. I complied. He was close to cumming then, he told me, and he loved the taste, so he was drinking my piss, horny as hell, and quite naturally, as if it had always been his favourite drink.

-Is the taste of a girl’s piss different from the taste of a boy’s piss? –I had never drunk piss, was curious and asked my father.

-Well, in that moment all I knew from the taste of a boy’s piss was the little I had tasted from your piss in your mother’s boobs. It is different, but very similar.

-Once I had finished pissing –Marge Sedgwick went on informing me- I asked Elliott to do the same to me. It was one of the most erotic scenes of my sexual life to see him soaking me with his piss. We both sensed, nevertheless, that although we had discovered a new sexual fetish, and we could repeat over and over again, we needed your piss. I don’t know. It is the surprise combined with the forbidden fruit of knowing that we get turned on with our son’s piss. Well, he also pissed in my mouth and I loved the taste too. After he finished, your father was so aroused that he said we should do something in the pissed bathtub before we had a shower, and immediately he started to lick my vagina, especially my clit.

-Do you make her squirt, Dad? –I was bold and asked him-. I am sorry if I ask too much.

-Not that night, but often. And of course you can ask us now anything you want about our sexual life. We would never have come this far if we wouldn’t allow you to ask anything you want. And you, Greg, sorry to ask, do you make them squirt?

-All boys I have sex with cum with me, of course. And yes, Dad, my female sexual partners squirt with me too.

-Well, your mother did not squirt that night but I often make her squirt. Her pussy had a new arousing taste with some drops of a new fluid, her piss, mixing with her natural fluids, which made me go wild. There we were naked in the bathtub; making love as I was slurping her clit as if it were the first time. I was thus for ten minutes, I think, when your mother suggested giving me a blowjob then and there. It was wonderful to be blown with piss all around us in the bathtub. I was faster than other times, cause I had never been that horny. I finally blasted a new load.

-I am so sorry, mum, dad, but I am cumming now.

-I hope you have enjoyed it. Your father and I made a good decision last night when we decided we were going to tell you. I can see now that all of us three are having fun and we don’t harm anybody. So, Greg, tell me the truth, please: do you find it natural now we are talking about our own sex, you are jacking off and cumming with us?

-I was quite blushing, but I am starting to find all of this natural and I don’t know how to thank you. I suppose I would not blush and find it more natural if it is repeated –I was then unconsciously starting to control my parents.

-Well, after today you don’t need to ask for permission to jack off whenever you want, even before us, even wanking over us. Can I resume the story?

-You can, mum.

-So we finally had a shower –she said- and we were slow soaping each other up, groping everything of each other more in love than ever. We knew we were on fire and had to fuck again in bed, now with clean sheets and we did. Yes, Greg, that Wednesday morning was one of the most arousing nights of our lives and it was all because of you and what you had unconsciously done to us.

-The next two days we always slept with open door, awaiting you, in the wonderful smell of the sheets you had pissed. The frustration that you did not come convinced us both that what we really needed was your piss. Of course every night we returned to the bathtub, pissed each other, and made love there, with pissed bodies before having a shower. But finally last night you did it again. You returned to our bedroom and again with vacant eyes you took your dick out and started peeing us again.

-It was a rush of adrenaline –said my father-. We had not started to fuck yet in your pissed sheets and I could see you enter, taking your dick out and pissing us, not knowing what you were doing. This time I naturally opened my mouth so I could taste your piss better. I loved it, Greg, I must confess, even if it is a guy’s piss or my own son’s piss. You really soaked both of us then in the liquid we had been for two days waiting. Of course, absolutely horny, when you finally left, your mother and I were making love as savages both in bed and in the bathtub.

-And we have decided to change our sheets and lay some new ones with the hope that you also piss on them. Elliott and I have been talking and decided we should tell you because, dumb as it seems, we need your piss.

-That’s almost the end of our story –it was my father now-, but we still had to tell you that your mother and I were talking for a couple of hours. We have discovered a new fetish: piss. We need it now for our sexual life. But both of us agree that what we really need is your piss, Greg, and we do not want to wait for you to come to our bedroom accidentally and bathe us so we should humiliate ourselves before you and tell you all this. Since you told us you were bisexual, we have suspected you like both of us and think about us sexually. So it was hard to come to this conclusion but we decided to tell you, even if we were blushing as we are now and ask you for your piss, cause we thought you were mature enough and everything could be natural for us three if you also had some fun. So the question is now, Greg, do you feel like pissing?

-So much hearing about piss is making me burst, Dad. But is it you want me to piss you now?

-It is –said my mother-. But we wanna give you something in return. It’s difficult for me to ask you this, but would you like to see how your parents fuck?

-Oh, mum, I’d love to. But what if I like it a lot? What if you give me now a new drug and I desperately need to see you both fucking just as much as you need my piss?

-Today everything we might do will be strange, but it may end up being the most natural thing in the world some other days. Who knows?

-And where would you fuck?

-Here on the kitchen floor. We have a box of condoms in this closet –my father walked near the fridge and from a closet took out a box and got one condom-. And when we least expect it we would like to be bathed by a long stream of your piss. You should even try pissing in both our mouths. We really desire it.

-And would you have your clothes on? –I began controlling, seeing my parents and I understood one another.

-Ok –my mother said-. It won’t be easy for us. Do you want us to be naked?

-I would like to see you naked. And I could take my clothes off too later and watch you fuck. Can I also touch you?

-Greg –my father said- we don’t mind you having control of this situation now. It must be pleasant for us three. So, ok, we will be naked and you can touch anything you want.

-And would both of you dare touch me too when I am naked? Have you ever touched a boy, Dad?

-Never.

-Why don’t you try touching my dick too?

-If it’s only that, I will. But do not ask me please to do any more with your dick, Greg, please. I am not gay.

-Of course, Dad, I would even like you to blow me or to have my dick in your arse too, but that would only happen if one day you ask me. But I am curious, mum, have you ever been fucked in the ass?

-I have, Greg. Sometimes I have anal sex with your father.

-And you, Dad?

-I am not gay, Greg. I have just told you.

-You needn’t be gay to be fucked in the ass. Mum could have fucked you with a dildo. But maybe you don’t even have dildos.

-In fact we have –said my father absolutely red-. But we only use it for her.

-I only say, Dad, maybe one day you should try her fucking you. It is a wonderful sensation to be fucked by a girl, believe me. And I have one more thing to say. All my life I have loved you both and the hardest thing for me would be seeing you lose the love you feel for each other. I know today I can be the third one in your relationship. I think it can be quite natural because all of us desire it. But soon we will see one another naked, I would be touching you and you would be touching me, you will fuck, I will piss you. I want neither of you to become addicted to me now. I will only do it if I can see your love never ends and you love each other more every day.

-Greg –said my father-, now I am moved. You really are mature. It would be easier for us to have sex before you after what you have just said. But believe us: after this week, Marge and I have so much increased the love we feel for each other that we can’t remember having ever loved so strongly.

-We will never lose our love, Greg. Seeing your father so brave that he is even willing to fuck with me naked on the kitchen floor before you, willing you to touch him and even willing to touch you not being gay, only makes me love him more than ever. I am proud to be Elliott Sedgwick’s wife now. Believe me that we will love each other more if you become the third one in our relationship.

-Ok, dad, mum. I can hold my piss for ten more minutes but I will soon be pissing my pants if we don’t start now. So who is gonna undress first?