He was coming to home from school, as he entered the street, his gaze lifted noticing his father's truck and his mother's car in the driveway. Which was odd for this time of day. Looking oddly at it as he walked along beside it to the front door, he noticed something strange, something that didn't belong to his mother within it. However, that all went out the window when he walked into his home and was met with a wall of moans. He was thinking about walking back out, but then he thought, 'Fuck it!' Why not ruin their fun? Nevertheless, Cory was not expecting to find his parents and two strangers he's never seen fucking each other.
"Oh, God, you got a nice, big cock!"
"You like that cock don't you, slut?!"
"Mmmhmm, it's all nice and hard, fill me up..."
"I've been waiting for this all month," a rather big breasted Asian woman cooed as she rode his father.
"I'm so posting this!" Cory chuckled.
"Cory!" Celeste gasped in horror.
"What the hell, man! You can't just walk..."
"This is my house numb nuts I can come and go as I please. But I'll let you four sluts finish. Do steam clean the furniture," Cory said, laughing madly as he walked away.
Seeing the shadow stopping in front of his door as he sat in his chair. Wondering which one of them drew the short straw to come and speak with him. He so hoped it was his father. Cory was going to make it so embarrassing for him. He even had a play by play feedback all prepared for his father too.
"Cory?"
"Shucks," Cory mumbled in disappointment at his mother's voice. "What?"
"We'll be back in an hour; we'll talk when we get back." Looking oddly at the door when she hadn't opened it.
"Let's not and say we did, mmmkay?" That really wasn't a conversation he wanted to have.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, you're a slut, Dad's a slut, my sisters are sluts, seems I'm the only normal one around here. So, no, we don't need to talk," Cory said, smirking at the door. He could feel his mother's frustration through it wanting to refute what he just said, but could she, she did have another man's cock in her cunt, did she not?
"Alright, we'll be back soon."
"Uh-huh." Cory didn't care either way as his eyes glanced to his drawer. Slyly peering out the window watching his parents leave.
Cory was enjoying a turkey sandwich with some chips as he heard the front door opening. He didn't care, they could fuck anyone they wanted, they were sluts, after all. If he was being truthful, they had lost any chance of having a meaningful relationship with him long ago.
"Cory?! Why are you eating?!" Celeste asked, her green eyes running over her son's body, feeling something odd about him. It was like she wasn't looking at her son, but a man she so wanted to mount. Shaking the thought from her mind, she had no idea where that came from and hoped it wouldn't develop into some weird fetish.
"I'm hungry, obviously," Cory muttered, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of her question.
"Dinner is in an hour, couldn't you wait?" Celeste huffed irritably, ignoring how he reached down and rubbed something beneath the table.
"Obviously, I couldn't," Cory stated popping a chip into his mouth.
"Cory," her heels clicked on the floor as she walked to the seat across from him, "I know you must think something awful at what you saw today," Celeste began to say only to notice her son wasn't paying any attention.
"If you want to be a slut, go be a slut, I don't really care," Cory stated taking a sip of his drink.
"I. Am. Not. A. Slut. So get that out of your head, right this instant," Celeste said heatedly, her finger stabbing the table.
"Oh? Then what do you call a woman who has another man's cock in her slutty cunt, if she isn't a slut?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow at how perturbed his mother was getting. He was so amused when she couldn't refute that.
"A swinger," Jairo said, appearing in the doorway. "We are sorry you walked in on that Cory," he spoke walking to the seat beside his wife. "We just lost track of time."
"Uh-huh," Cory muttered before taking a bite of his sandwich, noting how his father's eyes were still black from the punch five days ago yet they weren't as swollen as they once were. "Hey, fuck, suck whoever you want, I don't care," he said, reaching into his pocket when his phone rang. "Hello?"
"Cory?" His boss's voice came over the line.
"Yeah, what can I do for you Mrs. Ross?"
"I was wondering if you could come in and work until nine. Aria didn't come in tonight."
"Yeah, sure, let me finish eating and I'll get dressed and head in."
"Thank you, Cory, I'll see you then."
"So we done with this little talk?" Cory asked, getting up from his seat. "Good," when his parents remained silent, "I have to go to work," he stated throwing out the remainder of his meal.
"When do I need to come get you?" Jairo asked, as they sat in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant his son worked at part-time.
"Don't bother, I'll take the bus home," Cory said, closing the passenger door behind him.
Jairo watched his son walking into his place of work. Wondering why Cory had so much animosity towards them. Sure, they might rag on him from time to time, yet he didn't think his son would take it so bad, yet it appeared that Cory did. Sighing as he backed out of the parking spot, hoping they could fix this rift between them as he headed home.
It was ten o'clock by the time he had gotten home. Given how the bus was late. Sure, he could have had his father pick him up, yet why would he want that? Although he was happy that he could make some extra hours to replenish the money he had spent on that cream. For four hours Cory had to fight himself from scratching his junk as he stood at the register taking orders. He's never felt his balls or cock so damn itchy before; it almost drove him mad! Stripping out of his work clothes as he entered his room without a word to his parents or his sisters. Crawling under the covers, the moment his head hit his pillow Cory was out like a light.