Part 2 of 3
My eye contact did not waver, not blinking once with my mom's assailant. Though I could not speak the words, my eyes replied with "Fuck you", showing him loathing and contempt for him and his partner. I had not paid attention to the other guy during the assult. I now noticed he had undressed, was stroking while watching his buddy fuck. Although he was shorter, his dick was much bigger and thicker. I've often wondered why shorter guys are a lot of times blessed with a bigger package. He was uncut, again not like his partner, who was cut. His dick was wet with spit as he masturbated to trade places with the first guy. His dick was floppy and thick, only able to get semi hard because of its size. I could see he had started to accumulate precum in his hood, when the skin was pulled back with each inward stroke. He high fived his buddy, as if in a wrestling match, signaling him to take over. He positioned himself between my mom's legs and thighs and put his middle and index fingers inside her, finger fucking her and withdrawing with her wetness and his partner's cum that had been shot inside her. He utilized these fluids as lube to help him get harder. It was working, his cock starting coming to life. It was now a little more than semi hard, which enabled him to hold it, while he stuffed it in a few inches at a time. After a few minutes he was in to his root, but still floppy. He slowly started a labored fuck, holding on to his penis, making sure he could push it back in with each slow thrust inside her. Little by little I could see his dick growing, becoming a huge horse dick. With each stroke inward he was mixing up his partner's cum with my mom's lubrication and his own precum. Soon I could hear and see his fucking had turned into an ultra sloppy seconds fuck, his massive hardon coated with a white stickiness and with each thrust the sloppiness becoming more plentiful. Soon it was everywhere, on him, my mom, on the sheets. I felt a stirring between my legs and noticed I was leaking a river of precum on the chair. Ashamed, I tried to control the narrative of the betrayal of my own cock. But watching what this humongous cock was doing to my mother's cunt, her labia now a much deeper crimson and much more puffed out, the extreme overflowing wetness his cock was creating, I was losing the control of my own body. My cock started to grow, bobbing up and down, the head of my cock being bathed in my own Cowper's fluid, creating a revolving door of me leaking a steady profusion of pre-seminal fluid and my cock getting harder with each leak and pulse. My cock was huge, much like this monster dick that was screwing my mother, well beyond the normal range. Looking at this monster of a dick made me start thinking of my dad. His parents had bought him over from Italy and he was every part Italian. From his physicality to being a good Catholic boy. I was blessed with my endowment from my dad, who had a massive donkey dick. Being from the old country, he was uncut. I was cut, dad had lost that battle with my mom. As I said, I had been very close to my dad and growing up, we had a yearly ritual of going camping for a week, right before the start of the school year and close to my birthday. The type of camping we did could be classified as survival camp. My dad, who was ex military, took our week of camping very serious. We had to rely on our hunting skills, start our own fire witout matches, bathe in the crystal clear freezing water, everything "nature survivor mode". The lake was named Ice Mirror Lake and was in the mountains, approximately twenty miles from town. It was a beautiful, popular destination for naturalists, people wanting to be alone and get away from the cities. Dad always chose the week before school started, as the area was pretty much deserted. Everyone was getting their children ready for the school year, temperatures in the mornings were getting more on the chilly side, afternoons and nights still very warm though. We were literally the only ones there. We would bring a few supplies, such as cooking oil, eggs, bread, a bar of soap for bathing, (yes in the freezing lake) fishing gear, bow and arrows. Our food was mainly the food we could catch, trout, rabbits, wild berries, mushrooms, etc. We would set up camp with a nice size tent, right by the lake. We had started this ritual when I was
around 7, dad would have been 27. I always remembered, waking up, having to get in the freezing water to bathe, which I hated. The only thing that was good about it, I was able to see my dad with morning wood going down to the lake to bathe. I looked with astonishment, it was massive, uncut, thick. However, the whole length would always be rock hard until he got in the freezing water, not like the second guy who had trouble getting hard, . Like I said, I was always amazed just how big it was. Dad never mentioned anything about his morning erections, I never asked. Puberty came at me like a snail's pace. At 13, I had just a few pubes, no underarm hair, it was depressing. I wanted to be like my dad. At 14, I guess I had enough facial hairs on my upper lip, that dad was wanting to show me how to shave properly. I mentioned it didn't really matter because I had so little facial hair. He had me put the razor down, we both sat on the bathroom floor and he told me that his dad told him the exact same thing he was about to tell me. He told me not to worry about the physical parts of becoming a man, that it would happen when my body was ready. Becoming a man was so much more than hair. It was how I treated people, especially the women in my life. How I responded to situations in life, that I kepted my word, in short, to always try to do the right thing. He would elaborate more on these topics as I got older. My dad was right of course. Around 15, my body woke up and went into overdrive. By the time my 16th birthday was rolling around, and time for our yearly camping trip, my body had done a complete transformation. I couldn't wait for my dad to see the changes that had occured over the past year. During that time, life kepted happening. There was school, sporting and music events, both my parents were working, life was busy. I saw my parents at breakfast and sometimes for dinner, so my dad certainly didn't see me naked during that time. I now had a full bush, my pits were hairy, even had a patch of hair in the middle of my chest. Best of all, my dick had grown almost to the size of my dad's dick. My morning wood was every day and the only way to get it down was to jack off after waking up. I masturbated three to four times daily. My horniness was in turbo drive. Every once in awhile, I would have a wet dream, the only sex I got. In short, I was proud of my maturing body, I hoped dad would be also. The last week of August rolled around and also our yearly camping trip. The first full morning of camping, I woke up, naturally with a hardon. My dad was waking up also. He rolled out of his sleeping bag, grabbed a towel to go bathe in the cold lake. I saw he had an erection also. I got out of my sleeping bag and followed him. We were almost there, when he turned around to ask if I was ready for the cold water. He stop abruptly, his eyes looking over my body. He started smiling, "Oh my god" came out of his mouth. My pride growing, my hardon getting like a rock. He came over, lifted up my arm, smiling bigger upon noticing the thick mat of hair in my pit. "Your body has become a man, I told you it would happen" "I see you're at attention also", laughing. "The cold water will take care of that" "At least it usually takes care of mine" With that we plunged into the frigid waters and bathed for a few minutes. Getting out of the water, dad's morning wood had gone down, mine had disappeared also. Drying off, with the towel brushing my dick, I was instantly hard again. Dad noticed and told me he would start breakfast while I took care of myself. My face got red from embarrassment. He told me not to be embarassed, every man masturbated, he said he would be jacking off every day of this week. It's a reality of being a man, he said, adding he was proud of me. He went back to the tent, I stayed and jacked off. During that week, I saw dad jack off a few times, not trying to hide it. It was probably one of the best weeks ever with my dad. Being curious and still a virgin, I asked dad explicit sex questions and he answered every question I had, without embarrassment, just straight forward facts. It was at this time, that he told me to know the difference between sleeping with a person, just for sex and sleeping with a person because you had feelings for that person. He told me the first woman he ever slept with was my mother. He told me he probably knew I would sleep with other people (never said woman or man) before I settled down. The most important thing to keep in mind was respect. I had two more camping trips with my dad before the accident and we grew even closer. During those two years, my body matured even further, resembling that of my dad's. I am still a virgin, my dad's words staying with me and not wanting to disrespect his memory by sleeping around.
I was bought back to reality by the very loud proclamation of " I'm cumming" from the second guy. I watched as his baby batter pulsed from his dick into my mom's moist pussy. My dick reacted by getting rock hard, bobbing up and down, throwing my own precum into the air with each pulse. My dick was rejoicing, while my mind was ashamed at its betrayal and disrespect for my mother.
Final part 3 coming soon
