It was granddad who taught dad how to be a macho man and how to keep mom under a tight leash.I also knew that grandfather disliked niggers but I never...knew why. I guess if Father Tyrone wasn’t a priest, dad wouldn’t let him inside the house also. But unlike granddad, dad was a devout religious man who dearly respected clergy no matter their race.When grandfather arrived, mom and the black priest were already in session. He had heard about mom’ troubles and knew that a priest was living with us. They were swingers and what I hadn't been told was that I too had to be a swinger. The friend that had told me about the flat hadn't warned me, it was actually the reason that he was getting out.Very soon after I took the flat on, George held a party in my honour. Despite what went on at the party being a total and utter shock, I actually think that I acquitted myself remarkably well. I enjoyed myself and accepted every turn.Ever since the party, Sue's cock remains in my thoughts; I can still. I have the figure, the rightparts, and I didn't even look bad. I had it all. At least until I gethome. After that I'm not sure. When I walked in the house I was swayinglike a girl, and the first person to see me was my dad. He stopped andlooked at me."You better change. We're going to the country club for dinner. See yourmother."I went to my room, and mom followed me in rather quickly."Let me see honey."I undressed and she saw the girl I had become, smiled and showed me thedress."I guessed. Me...wet..." she gasped. "I want your cunt now," I ordered, "and I want you to make yourself cum while I fuck you." I pulled her up and sat her on the work surface, roughly spread her legs and pulled her pink thong over to one side. I could see that her clit was pink and erect, and I had no difficulty in sliding into her tight, wet hole. Her fingers imediately began working on her clit and her breathing quickened. Her tits were spattered with saliva, and they glistened as they heaved with her.