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"Uh, hi Dad," I mumbled as I started up the stairs. "Have a good rest?" Normally, I wouldn't have said anything, wouldn't have cared. Dad looked at me oddly and nodded.
We passed and I turned in horror to look over his head, dreading the moment he spied Mom lying on the couch with her pants down, slick and moist between her legs. I was stunned to see Mom lying there, but her shorts were pulled up. Thank god. I must have yanked them up when I stood up, when I first heard Dad. I was dazed and confused. I didn't remember doing it, but I must have.
I stayed in my room until dinner and then beat it back there as soon as I could. Mom started cleaning up and seemed surprised and not pleased when I didn't offer to help. I pleaded having an upset stomach and her face softened. It was true. My stomach was full of butterflies.
Man, that had been crazy. What if Mom woke up? Did I really think she would let me finger her just because she and Dad hadn't shagged for six months? Well, yeah, I rationalized to myself. Dad had told her she really needed it. Maybe she was looking for relief so she could stand her ground with him. She might only be teasing me to satisfy her need to be desired, but last night and this afternoon had proved things could get away from her and I was ready to take advantage.
That night there was no chick flick. Both my parents went to bed early. I overheard Mom suggesting a way for both of them to be relaxed with each other at night until they could get things resolved. Sleeping pills.
"I don't like taking pills," Dad countered.
"Neither do I," Mom replied. "Would you rather stay up all night instead?"
"No." Long pause. "Are you going to bed like that?"
"Yes. It's hot, and no, it's not an invitation."
"Give me the godamned pill then," Dad almost yelled.
"Keep your voice down. You'll wake Eric. I don't want him to know."
"He knows something's up. He isn't stupid."
"Well, you don't have to yell."
"Where are the godamned pills?"
"In the bathroom, same place they were last night."
I could hear Dad fumbling with the pills, then water running briefly.
"Bring one for me too," Mom called.
A few minutes later, the lights went out and the night was still. I waited and waited, but Mom didn't come. Eventually, I realized that she was sleeping, that she must have taken a pill too.
Thoughts of the afternoon flooded through my mind. The picture of her lovely ass, spreading her cheeks and kissing it, licking her little bud, the incredible excitement of her sighs as I dragged my finger through her slit. God. I wanted to do that again.
Why not? She's right there in the other room. Dead to the world.
No way. She's lying right next to Dad.
He's unconscious.
Too risky. If he woke up, I'd be dead.
Do you want to do it? Touch her pussy? Finger her?
Yes. God, yes. I do.
Well?
I can't. That's nuts. I'd have to be certifiable.
My muse, my devil, was quiet.
I remembered the pungent smell of her. Her little "ohhhhh", the way her bum had jerked when I first touched her panties, the wet, slick feel of her cunt.
I was at the door. When had I got out of bed? Go back. Don't be an idiot.
I was at my parents' door, traversing the dark hallway with ease. I couldn't see anything inside but the red dots on the front of Mom's alarm clock and the faint green outline of the time.
Go back to bed, you moron.
I stepped inside, heart pounding. Slowly, I made my way around to Mom's side. I stood looking at her as my eyes acclimatized to the darkness. I was comforted by my father's deep, regular breathing. He was out, for sure. But Mom's state was harder to determine, partly because of Dad's noise.
Are you going to bed like that? Dad's words popped into my mind. I reached down to grasp the sheet and before I knew it, I was peeling it off Mom's body. She was naked, lying on her tummy, legs slightly parted.
I was done. I knew I was going to touch her. There was no going back now. I stood, breathing rapidly, almost panting. I had to get myself under control. It took me several minutes but I finally managed to do it. Carefully, I kneeled on the bed, easing my weight onto the mattress very slowly. I worked my way between Mom's legs, urging them further apart to make room for me. I stretched my hand out and touched the back of her thigh.
Nothing. I slid my hand to the side, trailing my fingers over the edge, caressing the inner part of her legs. Nothing. Cautiously, I pushed forward until my fingertips were at the breach, the heavenly gate. I tipped them into her slit. Nothing.
Over the next few minutes, struggling to control myself, I worked a couple of fingers into Mom's wet pussy. Soon, I was fingering her from behind, trying not to get carried away by the sloshy, squelching sound of my fingers moving inside her.
I wanted to feel her tits but I didn't want to turn her over in the remote chance she would wake up. Also, I still thought if she did wake up, I could get off the bed and disappear and she might blame Dad, thinking he was taking advantage of her in the night.
I leaned forward and slipped my hands around Mom's back, squeezing under her chest until my hands slid under her tits. Her nipples were hard and dug into my palms. Gently, then firmly and then hard, I squeezed them in my hands. Mom's tits. I had my mother's tits in my hands.
I was leaning on my elbows, just barely keeping my weight off Mom's back. My chest was brushing lightly across her skin and my shorts were pressed into her soft ass flesh. Bare ass flesh. I realized with a shock that my bare cock was touching Mom's bare ass. I looked down but it was too dark to see. I still had my shorts on. I could feel the elastic around my waist. My cock had slipped out the front hole in my boxers and was lying on Mom's ass.
I guess you can imagine how the struggle to put it back in versus rub it along her crack played out? I pushed back and forth in time with the gentle massage of Mom's tits. God, I wanted to fuck her. This afternoon had showed how much she needed it, and I needed her even more. She felt soooo good.
Oops. I pulled back too far and my cock fell between Mom's legs. Christ, she was really wet. My cock was nudging at the back of a very slick pussy. A little push forward. Yeah, in her slit. I wished I could. If only I had brought a rubber. Shit. My cock had slipped inside. Just the head. Pull out you asshole. She could get pregnant. Wouldn't that be hard to explain.
The picture of Mom breast-feeding a baby that somehow possessed my full-grown head made my cock inexplicably stiffen to steel-hard rigidity. I swelled deeper inside her, then, what the hell, I shoved in the rest of the way until I felt my pubic hair plastered against her soft ass. Fuck! I was in her. I was fucking Mom.
A quiet moan made me lift the bulk of my weight off of Mom. Holding myself up on my elbows and toes, I stroked steadily and surprisingly calmly through Mom's slippery sheath. Just a few more, then I'll pull out. After another minute of pumping Mom from behind, I promised myself that I would yank out before I unloaded inside her unprotected pussy. Had Mom had her tubes tied? I racked my brain trying to remember if she'd ever mentioned it.
Just a few more seconds now. I can't spew on the sheet, I'll never get it cleaned up. Spray on her back, then wash her with a cloth. Yeah, that's the plan.
Fuck she felt good. I was pushing her ass around and it seemed that, even in her drug-induced slumber, Mom was pushing back to meet me, shoving herself on my cock. Just three more strokes inside her, then I'll pull out. One. Two.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh."
Fuck, shit. Stupid cunt. Now what am I going to do?
I had unloaded all my spunk inside Mom. I cursed myself again, but already I was forgiving myself. Mom must have had her tubes tied by now. Man, that was awesome. I didn't want to leave but I forced myself to get up and I even remembered to pull the sheet up to cover Mom.
An old song played in my head as I cockily strode back to my room. 'Saturday night is for...fucking.'
* * *
So was Sunday. The day dragged on forever. I maintained a proper relationship with Mom but I couldn't help hugging her affectionately a few times. She seemed surprised the first time but just pleased after that. As the day wore on, I had several opportunities to view Mom's wares. As she prepared dinner, she presented her legs by putting her foot up on the side of my thigh, first shaking her shoe off, and asking me what I thought of the new color she was trying on her nails. After dinner, she asked me to help her with the dishes. I couldn't keep my eyes off her cleavage even though she only had one more button undone than usual.
"Eric?"
"Yes."
"Your father and I are taking sleeping pills because we've been keeping each other awake."
"You shouldn't make a habit of that, Mom."
"I know. It'll just be for awhile. But we may have trouble waking up early enough for work. Can you make sure we're up in the morning?"
"Sure Mom."
"You may have to really shake us. The pills really knock us out. We wouldn't hear an earthquake."
"Ok Mom. I'll give you a serious rattle."
"Your father too."
* * *
That night I wasn't worried about my parents waking up. I moved Mom around as I fucked her, lifting her hips up to give me better access, but she kept falling flat on the bed. Frustrated, a perverse idea popped into my head. I twisted Mom on her side and spooned her against Dad who was lying on his side facing away from us. I re-entered her from the rear and quickly regained my pace. Now, when I thrust hard, I pushed Mom's pelvis into Dad's behind rocking him forward.
For some reason not entirely clear to me, this was tremendously satisfying and I worked up to a substantial rocking motion. To add dessert to this fine meal, I lifted Mom's limp arm and draped it over Dad's hip so her hand dangled onto his private parts as I fucked her from behind. After a while, I wanted to see this perverse little action better so I pulled Mom up to a kneeling position and pushed her over Dad's side.
Perfect. Her ass was just the right height for easy entry. I slipped back in and began fucking her. In the dim light—I had left the hall light on—I could see my father's shoulders rocking back and forth as I pushed in and out of Mom.
You deserve it Dad, I thought. You shouldn't have fucked around on Mom.
I pulled Mom further down the bed and lined her up so her pussy was pushing on Dad's ass instead of his back.
That's better, I thought. I started fucking her again, pumping in a regular rhythm, not too hard but not too gentle either. I paused after a minute or two and pulled Mom back up on her knees. I ground around inside her as I massaged her tits, pulling her nipples, stretching them and rolling them between my fingers.
God she had a sexy body. I wished I could fuck her when she was awake. What would it feel like to have her writhing around, twisting her ass in my groin, begging for me to do it harder? About to push her down for the final run, I saw something that really startled me.
Dad had a boner.
I quickly checked out his face. Nope. He was definitely out. Was it from rubbing Mom around on him? Amazing. He was out like a light and he was sporting a big hardon. I pushed Mom over, pushed my cock inside, and let her have a rapid series of hard shoves. Then I slowed down. Another perverse idea had popped into my head.
I reached forward to grasp the back of Mom's head with both hands. Carefully, I pushed her head forward and down, and at the same time pulled it back but I couldn't achieve what I wanted. I just couldn't bring myself to touch Dad's cock, so I grabbed Mom's right hand, folded her fingers around Dad's cock, and guided it into Mom's mouth.
I started pumping Mom from behind. I held her head with one hand and kept the other spread around her jaw so I could feel Dad's cock bulging inside as I lunged into Mom, pushing her forward onto Dad's ass hard enough to shove him into her mouth. Man this was good. This was out there. I knew I was doing something weird but the wildness of it thrilled me. I started fucking Mom harder, slamming into her cheeks.
Take it, Mom I hissed.
Give it to him, I moaned.
A few minutes later, I spewed inside Mom for the second night that week. And it was only Monday.
I collapsed on Mom's back, gasping. I was so horny. Every nerve in my body tingled and I felt exhausted. My breath returned to normal, I pulled Mom off Dad and laid her gently onto her back. I played with her tits a bit, massaged her wet pussy, and then leaned down to give her a kiss goodnight. I jerked back.
What the fuck is that?
Mom had some kind of slime on her mouth. I spit it out. Had she been sick. I leaned forward, sniffing. Nope. She didn't smell like puke. Then what..oh god, I spit again, and again. Dad must have come in her mouth. Shit. I rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand. Awww, christ!
I stumbled out of my parents room to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with water and mouthwash. Ewwwww, fuck.
* * *
In the morning, I realized that I forgot to pick up my boxers when I left my parents' room. They were both up but had already gone down to breakfast. Surveying their room, panic set in when I couldn't locate my underwear. I was sure I had doffed them before getting on the bed. I got down and looked underneath the bed. Nothing. I peeled the covers back from the already made bed and searched under the pillows too. Nothing. After fixing the bed, I searched the rest of the room and their bathroom. My shorts were in the laundry hamper. Mom must have picked them up.
I was quiet at breakfast, worrying that Mom might say something but she didn't. She didn't look at me funny either and that calmed me down. She must have thought the boxers were Dad's. Perhaps it was relief that made a loud guffaw suddenly burst out of me.
"What's the joke, son?" Dad asked.
"Nothing," I replied, barely able to speak, but then started laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Mom chimed in.
I waved her off. I couldn't stop. When I could finally speak, I said I had just thought of some prank that had happened at college that year and it was too stupid to repeat.
It wasn't repeatable in present company, that was for sure. I had pictured Dad's cock pumping in and out of Mom's face as I banged her, to the tune of 'Together again...'.
I exploded into laughter once more before breakfast was over, spewing a mouthful of cereal all over the table.
I had Mom every night that week. Except Friday. I went out with a bunch of friends and when I came home, Mom was in the kitchen making some hot chocolate. She said she'd make some for me too if I would take Dad's in to him. I watched as she dissolved a sleeping pill into his drink.
"Dad doesn't want to take these anymore but I need him to sleep better for a bit longer," Mom explained.
I gladly took Dad's hot chocolate to him, thinking about how I'd take Mom that night.
I returned to the kitchen to find Mom at the table eating a piece of pie. My hot chocolate was sitting on the table with some pie and ice cream. Mom was sitting off the side of her chair, facing mine, her skirt pulled up high on her thighs, displaying her legs nicely. I sat down and tried not to be too obvious about looking at her legs.
Mom finished and put her dishes in the sink, then walked toward the doorway as if to leave. At the last minute she stopped beside me, turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder, reaching back to pull her skirt up.
"Are those bruises gone?"
I looked at the tiny panties she was wearing but didn't answer because I wanted her to keep her skirt up longer.
"Eric. Are those bruises gone?" Mom asked, her tone indicating she knew I was looking.
"Ummm, I'm not sure," I mumbled, reaching out to touch her leg.
Before I could, Mom dropped her skirt and stepped away.
"Oh, no you don't," she laughed. "You can't play around like that with your mother."
Oh yeah, I thought, wondering what that was all about.
I went up to bed ahead of my parents. They would be in bed soon and I wanted to get ready. I'd give them fifteen minutes, no longer. Having just seen Mom's skirt up, I wanted to pull those panties off and play around with that ass. I got completely undressed and flopped down on my bed. I reached down to stroke myself. My cock had already poked through the hole in my boxers. I felt woozy. I closed my eyes, picturing Mom's ass in those yellow panties.
* * *
It was morning. I felt groggy. I looked at the clock. It was half an hour before my alarm went off. I got up. I had to piss. I started toward the door, then realized I was stark naked. Where's my underwear? I walked to my dresser to get a clean pair and saw my old ones tossed onto the floor in front of the dresser. I didn't remember taking them off. What had happened? I'd only had three beers last night and was home early.
As my yellow stream tinkled in the toilet, it struck me. I must have got Dad's mug by mistake. No. I saw Mom do Dad's and I took it right to him. But how did I miss last night? Had I just nodded off thinking about Mom?
I was slow getting up to speed that morning. I got ready to go to work and would have gone out the door if Mom hadn't reminded me that it was Saturday. She looked at me queerly. In the afternoon, I felt better. Mom actually flirted with me a few times which helped perk me up. She made a couple of references to me trying to peek at her bruises, drawing my attention to the shorter than usual skirt she was wearing. It was still loose but it was shorter, about five inches above her knees. She wore a plain white blouse tucked into it that was loosely buttoned to help keep her cool in the heat.
Several times that day, Mom found a spot near me where she could display her legs, even sitting on a lounge next to me in the back yard to refresh her toenails. I ran to the store to get some things for her and when I returned she gave me a kiss, stretching up on her toes. She kissed me right on the mouth, then patted my cheek and asked me to tell Dad that dinner would be about an hour.
Mom asked me to help her with the dishes that night.
"You know your dad and I have been having a problem, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"I'm thinking about letting him off the hook," Mom said. "I think he's paid the price for long enough. What do you think?"
"Well, I don't know what Dad did, and I know it isn't my business. But it seems like it was something really bad, so I think you should keep him on the hook for a while longer."
I was surprised by Moms reaction. She smiled, a deeply satisfied smile, and I had the sense I was confirming her own thoughts. She seemed genuinely pleased.
"Ok, I'll keep him in the doghouse for a while longer. How much longer do you think?"
"Oh, a couple of weeks, at least."
"That long?" Mom's smile deepened.
"Yeah. Maybe a month or even the rest of the summer."
"I don't know about a month. I don't think he can take it much longer, certainly not the rest of the summer. I don't want to push him over the edge." Mom laughed, paused pensively, then said, "I guess I better get some more sleeping pills."
I laughed too. Too fucking right, I thought. I want her all to myself, as long as I can.
That night I was particularly exhuberant with Mom. I wanted to take her from the front so I could look at her face as I fucked her but she was too hard to turn over. I had to satisfy myself with a long fuck from behind. I didn't make much of an effort to keep my weight off her. I dug deep and was a little rough with her tits.
