Mirror of the story “The Brouton Family Gets A Dog” by Rosario Satana.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.
All characters are over the age of eighteen. No blood relation intended.
My mama and daddy were fighting again. The fights have always happened, ever since I could remember. My parents would yell and scream in each other's faces until Daddy would do something to stop it, like shove Mama down to the bed and rip open her dress before taking her forcefully. I thought for the longest time that they were wrestling, but now I know better – now that Daddy has shown me firsthand how to .
This time wasn't any different. It was late at night and I was lying in bed, still awake. I waited anxiously for the screaming to die down. It was like thunderstorms – I just had to wait it out until it's all clear and calm again.
Once I heard the tell-tale moans and muffled cries, I got out of bed and tip-toed across the hall to my parents' bedroom. The door was ajar and I peeked inside to see Daddy’s strong arms holding down Mama on the disarrayed sheets of their bed. In the dim light I could barely make out the outline of his huge – the I grew to love and worship – thrusting into Mama, slamming so hard that the bed creaked and they both grunted in animalistic pleasure.
Right away Daddy noticed me standing at the doorway. His rugged, lined face broke into a grin, and he didn't miss a beat as he continued to steadily plow Mama, who looked almost lost in a trance with her eyes closed and mouth agape.
I knew right then that he was performing for me. He moved Mama by her thick and angled her across the bed, in order to display a better view for his audience. I watched as his huge rammed into Mama’s stretched hole. Just like all the other times when I was a peeping tom, he never ed Mama’s —only her .
Mama grabbed a pillow and howled into it. They were both grunting and mewling like a pair of primitive apes. It reminded me of a documentary I had once seen about the mating habits of gorillas, with the male gorilla forcing himself onto the female, his strong upper body holding her down while he takes her from behind. That's what Daddy was: a horny, dominating gorilla. A beast of a man.
Just like the times before, Mama lifted her body so that Daddy could slide down a finger and her shiny, juicy cunt. She had a small, trimmed patch of pubic hair that I always adored and had always wondered what it would be like to touch and pet. While Daddy shoved his finger in and out of Mama’s , I imagined my tongue to be his finger, thrusting inside Mama's wet slit. I would use my hand to rub her hard and lick my way down to the entrance of her delicious , exploring her hot hole before dipping down to her hole. Then I would alternate between Mama's hole and hole, and make sure to lick Daddy's shaft as it slid in and out of Mama's dirty place.
My own throbbed at such thoughts of eating my mama out. I put my hand inside my pajama pants and slowly rubbed the crotch of my panties, working a finger over the spot of my aching .
When Mama’s juice leaked down her milky-white thighs, she yelled out like an animal in distress. I quickly pressed my palm against my mouth to hide a chortle. Mama always made funny noises when she came.