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She must have been dreaming, or I had kicked off some kind of automatic response, because Mom lifted her ass up to me, regularly matching my forward thrusts. It was the longest, and best fuck yet, except for that time I pushed her head onto Dad's cock. That was in a category by itself.
After I finished, I lay on Mom wondering if I'd ever be able to get Mom to consciously fuck me. She flirted around with me, sure, but that was a long way from letting me into her pants. Maybe I could try flirting more, kissing her. Maybe if she would let me kiss her regularly and cop a feel, she'd let me go further. Especially if she wasn't getting any from Dad.
What if he got fed up waiting and went back to whoever he fooled around with? Mom would never forgive him a second time and then I'd have her all to myself. Could I encourage it somehow? No, I couldn't do that. I loved both my parents and I knew deep down they still loved each other. High school sweethearts. No. Mom had been hurt, scorned, and she was just making Dad pay before she took him back, and that's where he wanted to be. I had to face it. This was going to end soon. I'd just have to make the most of it while it lasted, and then live with the memories.
I rolled off Mom and stroked her back, gently and loving. I loved my Mom. Yes, I loved having sex with her but I also loved her as my mother. She was a truly lovely woman.
My strokes extended into the small of Mom's back and then out of the little hollow up the rise to her buttocks. I brushed my hand over her ass, lovingly cupping her cheeks, slipping my fingers down to run their tips up her crack. Mom's breath caught and her legs parted.
Oh, yeah. Mom had reacted strongly that day on the couch when I kissed her ass. My cock began stirring at the memory. My touch became more sexual and I didn't return to Mom's back, opting instead to keep caressing her ass. I extended my longest finger and pushed between Mom's cheeks until its tip found her crinkly asterisk. I wiggled my finger on it and Mom moaned in her sleep.
Was she dreaming, dreaming about getting it in the ass? Did she and Dad have anal sex? I couldn't picture it. It didn't seem to match their times, or the high school sweetheart scene. Ass fucking just seemed to be too bohemian for my straight parents. But look at her ass flinch when I poke her there, and look at it lift up for more. Whether she's done it before or not, she likes it.
I leaned over on Mom's back so I could see better and also put my free hand into play spreading her cheeks. I wiggled my finger until it disappeared up to the second knuckle. When I pulled it out, I sniffed it and then drooled into her crease. Catching up my saliva, I pushed it into Mom's bung hole. My finger slid in easier this time.
Lubricant au naturel, I chuckled, pulling out and drooling onto Mom's pucker again. Soon my finger was moving easily in and out. Adding a second finger caused Mom to flinch and groan, but a few minutes later I was again moving easily in and out.
Make the most of it while it lasts, I remembered my thoughts of a few moments ago. Ok. I'm fucking her ass tonight.
I kept up my ministrations, concentrating on getting Mom's ass to relax, working her rear love muscle wider. I was ready. I got up on my knees and straddled her ass. Something made me look over to check on Dad. Wait.
I pulled Mom up onto her knees and twisted her toward Dad. Let's have a replay. I let her fall over Dad's hip, then nudged her up until she was bumping against his ass. Perfect height. I put my tip on her pucker and pushed. In, in. That's it. Awesome. Slowly. Man, she was so tight. Shove, steady pressure, that's it, in farther, yeah, tight, wait, wait, more, that's it. I'm in. Fuckin great.
I started pulling out and shoving in, slowly, very slowly. Gradually, Mom loosened up and before long I was enjoying my first ever ass fuck. I leaned over her, then straightened up, then leaned over, changed from fast to slow, grinding. I was exploring. I'd never done this before and didn't know what would be best for Mom since she was sleeping, so I concentrated on finding what I liked best. Grinding deep. That was it, my favorite, reaming her butt.
I tried to see her face as I ground around but it was too dim to see her expression. She was moaning softly so she must like it. I didn't think I could put Dad's cock into her mouth. Was he hard? I pulled Mom up to see. He was.
I slid my hand down Mom's arm and took hold of her hand. I guided it to Dad's cock and folded her fingers around his shaft, keeping them closed, moving her hand up and down in time with my thrusts in her ass. I let go and Mom's hand kept jacking Dad off. I let her fall forward and began fucking her ass in earnest.
I was surprised by how much it got me off to have Mom manipulate my father that way. Was I kinky? I don't know but it excited me a lot and it wasn't long before I was ready to go. I wanted to really let loose so I lifted Mom up, sliding my hand up under her tits, twisted her around, and pushed her onto her side of the bed. I kept her ass up high and slid my hands down her back, one grasping the hair at the back of her head and the other sliding around to her throat.
Shit her throat was all gooey. Dad must have come all over her neck, and maybe her face. Christ, he let go fast. I felt disgusted and excited at the same time. I started ramming into Mom's ass, a picture of my father's cock erupting all over the pristine skin of her neck and face, driving me over the edge.
"Aaaahhhhhhrrrrrrrrgggg."
What an awesome experience. As I carefully wiped Mom with a warm washcloth, I promised to treat myself to some ass the next night too.
* * *
I slept in. I was up pretty late the night before. Evidently, Mom had slept in too. Nothing much happened on Sunday so I won't bore you with the details. Except for one incident.
Mom wandered into the kitchen while I was still eating the breakfast I had made for myself, a rather poor affair compared to the fare Mom usually provided on weekends. Dad was outside working in the yard. Mom shuffled straight to the coffee pot where she managed to pour herself a mug. She spilled a little and, contrary to her usual fussiness, ignored it. Mom didn't even put cream in her coffee. She set her mug on the table but before sitting down, she changed her mind and shuffled to the sink to get a cloth to wipe up the spilled coffee. As she did, she rubbed her behind with her free hand.
"Eric. Are you sure those bruises are gone? I'm feeling a little sore back there this morning."
I sprung to my feet and quickly got behind Mom, lifting her robe up.
"Not too far. I haven't got dressed yet," Mom cautioned as she slowly wiped the counter.
"Ok Mom," I replied, my voice betraying the excitement her cautionary note produced, hinting that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe but possibly a pair of panties. I lifted her robe high anyway so I could see her panties. Luck of luck. I was immediately privy to Mom's bare ass. True enough, it was a bit flushed, kind of rosy all around the bottom. I couldn't help smiling as a feeling of immense satisfaction welled up inside me.
"Are they still there?" Mom asked, worried.
"Uh, no. Not really."
"What do you mean, 'not really'?" Mom asked. She stopped wiping the counter.
"Well, they're gone, but..."
"But what?" the level of concern heightened.
"There's an inflamed area higher up...on your, uh, bottom."
"On my bottom?"
"Yeah."
"What were you doing looking up there?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to pull your robe up, but lucky I did because you have a big red mark on your bum."
"Where?"
"Here," I showed Mom by touching the bottom swells of each cheek, tracing my finger around the edges and then letting it rest lightly along the bottom arc of her crack. "Centered all around here," I said.
"Oh dear," Mom sighed. "I wonder what that's from? Put my robe down, Eric. Your father would really wonder about us if he saw you looking at my bare backside."
"I was just trying to help," I replied, reluctantly letting Mom's robe fall.
Mom turned around to face me.
"I know, sweetie," she said, cupping my face in her hand and stretching up to give me a light kiss on the mouth.
"That's all the thanks I get?"
Mom stretched up again to give me another hug and kiss. I put my hands on her shoulders and held her there, stretching what was probably meant to be something just a bit longer than a peck into a kiss almost half a minute long.
"Oh, you don't kiss like a little boy anymore." Mom seemed surprised.
"Are you saying you don't want to kiss your own son?"
"No," Mom seemed flustered. "It's just that it feels different, that's all."
"I should hope so," I replied.
"Eric, I hope I haven't given you the wrong impression."
"What impression?" I was enjoying this awkwardness from my normally in-command mother.
"You know. Asking you to look at my bruises for me. I would have asked your father if we were getting along better." What she really meant was she didn't want to encourage him. "I guess I shouldn't be doing my nails in the living room either."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Well, it shows so much of my legs."
"You have really nice legs, Mom." She blushed.
"Well, uh, thank you, but that's not the point."
"What's the point?"
"Oh, I'm not up to this," exasperation crept into Mom's voice. "Just don't get the wrong idea, that's all."
"I won't Mom. I love you and I'm proud of the way you look." A little flattery couldn't hurt, especially when it was true and well-deserved, given all her efforts.
I got Mom by herself several times that day and managed to kiss her each time. She seemed flustered each time but didn't stop me and each one was a little longer than the last.
"You're just trying to bug me," she cried, trying to fend me off the third time. "You're making fun of me now."
I denied it, but not convincingly. If she wanted to think I was playing a game, that was all right with me. As long as she let me kiss her. The game thing had an added benefit. Mom's reaction changed from being flustered to being playful which was quite exciting. She was treating me like a playmate instead of her kid. It was a revelation for me. Being with a woman in a playful mood was a whole lot of fun.
I guess I found an excuse to kiss Mom more than several times.
* * *
Sunday night, I was in Mom's ass again. However, after the fun and games of the afternoon, the feigned chases and giggling struggles as soon as Dad left the room, I needed more than Mom's docile submission.
As I casually pumped my cock in Mom's ass, Dad scared the shit out of me when he turned over onto his back. I nearly jumped out of my skin and I did pull out of Mom with an audible pop and disappointed moan from Mom. Of course, my eyes and ears, my whole attention, was on my father, so it didn't take more than a few seconds for one startling observation to filter into my brain.
Dad, who was sleeping naked, was sporting a big boner again, making a tent of the sheet covering him from the waist down. As soon as I was sure he was still sleeping heavily under the influence of the pills, I reached over and pulled the sheet off.
Yup, there it was. Standing proud and free. I laughed out loud. He must really be needing to get back together with Mom. I felt sorry for him and wondered if I could help him out by getting Mom's mouth or hand onto him again. As I contemplated that, perverse idea number three popped full-fledge into my fun-starved mind—not that what I was doing wasn't fun, it just wasn't as fun as it could be.
I lifted Mom up onto her knees, cupping her tits to hold her against me. As before, I twisted her toward Dad but instead of flopping her over Dad, I lifted her left leg and straddled her over his legs. I pushed on Mom's back and allowed her to fall gently forward onto his chest. Grasping her by the hips, I lifted her right up and, after a few minor adjustments, managed to get her centered on the tip of my father's hard cock. With boyish mischief, I pulled back on Mom's hips, watching with devilish joy as my father's cock first bent, then gathered strength and slid forcefully into Mom's cunt.
Back in the saddle again, I sang out loud.
Mom was planning on letting Dad back on her good side? Well, I had let him back INSIDE. He would never know the debt he owed me.
Now what to do? Dad was embedded in Mom and, though that was fun, any action was dependent on me moving her hips around which I soon tired of. What to do?
Ahhh, of course. To make room, I pushed Mom's feet further forward so her knees were beside Dad's hips and then straddled his legs myself. Fitting tightly behind Mom, I aimed my cock at my favorite target. Carefully, though I was so excited I found this hard to do, I pushed into Mom's dreamy butt. Once inside, I grabbed Dad's hands and pulled his arms up and around Mom's back but they fell limply to the bed as soon as I let go. I shrugged and began to loosen Mom's ass with slow, steady shoves.
It was odd that Dad was so dead to the world that his arms wouldn't stay around Mom yet he could produce a hard cock. I guess it took concerted effort to hold onto something but getting and maintaining an erection consumed no brain power, that, or a man's dick really did have a mind of its own. Maybe Mom reacting to my thrusts was similarly automatic but if Dad couldn't automatically control his arms, why could Mom's hand keep wanking Dad? Go figure.
It wasn't long before I was humping Mom's butt with a regular beat. It felt quite different this way. In addition to the smug thrill I extracted from using my parents like puppets, I could feel my father's cock as Mom's cunt responded to my thrusts, moving back and forth along the length of his shaft. This was fucking incredible. Unbeknownst to my sleep-drugged father, he and I were DPing my doped up mother. Fanfuckingtastic! I was definitely going to do this again.
* * *
The next few weeks were a blur of fucking Mom—a mix of doggy, ass fucking and a couple more DPs—and thinking about it all day while working at my crappy summer job. Except two more times where Mom must have mistakenly dissolved a sleeping pill in my hot chocolate. I woke up feeling very weary both times. I don't know why people take sleeping pills. They may make you sleep but you don't feel rested, that's for sure.
Dad was getting more and more antsy and it wasn't helped by Mom doing her nails at least twice a week. She continued to swivel her legs up onto the couch, opened my way, and seemed to stroke the underside of her thighs more erotically than before. Maybe my kissing was paying off. Maybe she liked it and she was rewarding me. Her eyes never made contact with mine when she did this but I'm certain she was aware of my rapt attention. She got it especially hard and more than once a night when she did that.
It was the end of the week, Friday night, that Mom said she'd made a special pie for me. In the kitchen, she handed me a large glass of iced tea and a huge slice of cake.
"Take that out to your father, I want to talk to you undisturbed."
I did as Mom asked and quickly returned. There were two plates of warm apple pie covered in French Vanilla ice cream, my favorite, on the counter beside Mom. I started to sit down at the table near the doorway but Mom beckoned.
"Come over here," she waved.
I joined her and took the plate she handed me. Strangely, she didn't speak. We ate our treat in silence. At first I was uncomfortable because Mom kept gazing at me. Had she realized the boxers on her bedroom floor were mine? Is that what she wanted to talk to me about?
Mom maintained her silence and my unease passed as I realized that her look contained no anger but was more soft and loving than usual. Ridiculously, I began to swell in my pants and my nervousness returned. I couldn't cover myself. I turned away, then realized that would profile my bulge so I turned back to face her.
I finished first but Mom kept her silence, seeming to put each spoonful into her mouth more slowly, if anything. Her motions seemed more than sensual, almost sexual. Something about the way she paused with the spoon just inside her mouth, sliding her tongue slowly underneath and sucking the pie and ice cream in. When she finished she put her plate down very deliberately.
"I'm going to bring your father back into the fold tomorrow."
My heart, and more, sank. "Really? Already?" was all I could muster.
"Yes. I think he's suffered enough." Mom's eyes searched mine.
"You don't seem overly happy," Mom observed. "Are you angry at him too?"
"I guess so," I mumbled. No, I wanted to shout. How am I going to keep fucking you if you're not taking sleeping pills? This was an unmitigated disaster. One I knew was coming but now that it was here, I was totally unprepared to handle it.
"Oh, sweetie."
Mom stretched up to kiss my cheek, then, I guess figuring that wasn't sufficient comfort, brushed her lips on mine and then kissed me.
"Everyone makes mistakes, honey. It's time to forgive your father."
She kissed me again, and when I remained silent, followed with a succession of small kisses, each longer and more firmly planted than the last.
"Do you forgive him?"
"I guess so." I shuffled my feet.
"I know I've leaned on you this summer. I guess I needed you to fill some of the void, but I'll still love you just as much."
Mom had no idea how much I had filled her void. I smiled at the thought which Mom took as agreement on my part.
"That's my boy," she smiled, then planted a big kiss on my lips. I kissed her back and put my arms around her, managing to brush the sides of her tits as I did.
When she settled back on her feet, Mom beamed up at me.
"I know you like to kiss me like a grownup, sweetie. I'll let you do it more often if that makes you feel better," her eyes questioned mine.
I nodded and a pleased smile spread across my face.
"You'd like that?"
I nodded more vigorously.
"Give me a big kiss then."
Mom's arms slipped around my neck and she pushed herself up onto her toes. I squeezed her to me, mashing her tits against my chest. I relaxed when I realized she was going to make this a long one and was surprised when the tip of her tongue slid sideways across my closed lips. I did the same to hers, then tentatively, even fearfully, I tried to push between her lips. Mom didn't let me in but her hand slid up to the back of my neck and her fingers toyed with my hair, then pressed me closer. I slid my tongue across her lips again and tried again to enter her mouth. Briefly, for just an instant, Mom's lips parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth, then Mom broke the kiss. I was breathing hard. She pulled away, a satisfied smile adorning her face, glanced quickly down and then took my hands into hers. I realized then my cock was very hard.
"Would you like to check my legs for bruises on a regular basis?"
"Yeah, Mom. I'd really like that." My eyes trailed slowly down her body. Mom dropped my hands and pulled her skirt up half a foot. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
"All right then," she said, dropping her skirt. "I'll go tell your father the good news."
"Mom, wait."
"What?"
"Why don't you tell him tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Why?"
"It's Saturday."
"What's so special about Saturday."
"Saturday night is for...romance. Anyway, you might want to have more time to make it extra special, maybe get a new nightie or something."
"Oh, sweetie. That's so romantic. One day you're going to make some woman, another woman, very happy."
"I just want you to be happy, Mom." Yeah, and I wanted one last chance to make her especially happy.
