I lay back on the bed and started to slide my thin fingers down to my clitoris whilst my other hand started to rub and tweak my hardening nipples.I cl...sed my eyes and started to think about the big black cocks I had seen on the young men playing basket ball in the court over the weekend. I wished I had snuck away from my husband and gone into the basket ball court to get a closer look at those big powerful young cocks.As my finger slowly started to move gently across my clitoris moving under. Almost every night we do something. Maybe I give my dad a blow job or my mom fucks me with a strap on, something. Well about two weeks ago my mom had to go on a business trip then after that my dad had to go on one. The night before my mom left she told me my dad has a fishnet fetish and she bought me a few pairs. I had worn a pair a few times but nothing major. The next morning my mom came to my room, kissed me and left. That day I basically just stayed at home and did nothing. I knew my dad. My renewed attempts to scream seemed to both anger him and turn him on even more. He continued thrashing in and out of myNext, he turned his attention to the vise grip on my now totally numb cock. (I can't believe I had more pain from my nipples than the abusive clamping of my poor penis.) He tied a clothesline cord to the pliers, and started whipping the cord back and forth violently. Just as I started to scream (yes scream, like a fucking girl!) The pain was more than I could take, suddenly,. Her breathing was getting very heavy as it appeared she was trying to decide what to do about her son’s raging hard-on, a hard-on created because of her. As she rested the palm of her hand on my cock, running her hand softly up and then down my thick shaft, she looked deep into my eyes. I could see years of pent up lust in her eyes as she softly rubbed my cock. We stared into each others eyes for what felt like minutes but only seconds. The sexual tension in the air was so thick as she caressed.