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Mom turned around once she passed the kitchen island, her eyes widening when she saw me wearing nothing but my hard-on with water dripping from my lean muscles and my dick pointing at her with a menacing swell to its size. I don't know if she had planned on me behaving as directly as I was, but I walked straight to her, brought my hands up so fast that she flinched, and caught her cheeks within my palms. I lowered my head. Mom opened her mouth, her instincts kicking in, and her tongue slid forward between her lips, swinging down and around, licking my tongue as I opened my mouth and pushed inward beyond her lips.

"Mmm, mmm, umm, mmm," Mom moaned as our lips melded and our tongues danced, both of our mouths watering as we wrestled behind her gums.

I stepped forward, pushing my cock into Mom's stomach; her body was small and slight compared to mine, and there was nowhere for her to run. My hands encompassed her head while my mouth crushed hers. I was easily twice as broad as my mother and a head and a half taller--I was taller than my father--with bigger hands, shoulders, arms, muscles--perhaps in every possible way. A man will never know how small his mother can feel in his arms until he's pressing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue into her mouth while holding her in a grip that she couldn't get away from. Thankfully, my mother didn't want to get away from my hold on her.

Mom pressed her lips against mine as hard as I pressed mine against hers. She darted her tongue around my mouth, circling mine, licking it, petting it, and running her tip along the surface, touching the roof of my mouth. When my cock hit her stomach and slid upward, she moved her hips, rubbing her stomach across the thick under-vein running the length of my shaft. At the start of our kiss, she had grabbed onto my wrist, but her hands now slid up my arms and over my biceps, rubbing them back and forth before sliding down my ribs and sides before taking my ass cheeks in her hands and squeezing them hard. Between us, our hearts hammered each other's chests, beating as one through the barriers of our flesh.

"Why did you let it go so far?" I asked, breathing hard as our lips parted.

"Because now you want to fuck her, and you can't," Mom said, her voice fighting her deep breaths. "Your balls need to release that nut, baby, and I'm the only one who can do that for you."

Jesus Christ!

"But you'll get into trouble if you do it in Jenna's teen pussy. I can't let you get into trouble." Mom's eyes smoldered. "I have to make you come now, to keep you out of trouble. I have to, don't I? Because you're going to make me." Mom's head moved forward, her mouth pressing against mine, and when she pulled back, she tugged on my lower lip in a way that made precum slide through my shaft. "You're going to make me make you come, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said, slipping my hands down her back and taking her ass in my hands. My palms and fingers swallowed her firm cheeks whole as I lifted her into the air.

I carried Mom down the shortcut hallway into the living room. Her lips never left mine. Her tongue caressed me as I dipped my fingertips between her thighs, sliding them along the length of her small cunnyhole. I found her clam dewy and wet, sticky to the touch, with a layer of honey that made soft, sticky sounds whenever I dipped my fingers into her. Unable to help myself, I reached upward through my mother's butt crack with my middle fingers and lubricated her asshole with her juices.

"Ooh, baby," Mom whispered against my lips. "You like to get nasty with Mommy, don't you, baby?"

"I take after you," I whispered, prodding her butthole but not trying to enter her puckered backdoor. "You're getting nastier by the hour."

"Uh-huh," Mom said in a throaty voice, nodding her head while wearing a doe-eyed, pouty look. "That's because your father won't let me be naughty with him." Mom pouted. "He'll never let me be as nasty as I want to be."

I had to ask her about that later as I sat her on the back of the couch. I leaned down, bending my knees, and hunching my back as I took my mother's right tit into my mouth. I sucked inward, hard, pulling backward and taking her tit flesh with me, then her areola, followed by her nipples. Her breast meat snapped away with a wet sound, and I moved to her other nub, suckling on it like a starving child.

"Oh, Mark," Mom huffed, "I love how you suck my tits. Mmm, fuck, you're a bad boy."

"I love how they fit in my mouth," I whispered. "But now I need to come. Lie down on the couch."

"Wait," Mom said, taking me by the cheeks and planting several kisses on my lips. "We don't have the time to do this right." She slid her hand down my abdominals, around my cock, and cupped my balls, making my hips jerk and my back arch. "I want you to lie down, and I'll slide my pussy over your prick if that's what I have to do."

"Oh, god," I moaned. We didn't have time to do this right! I was so fucking close! "That's what you have to do." I swallowed, trying not to come as Mom's ball-caressing fingers filled my sack with pleasure. "And tomorrow--oh, fuck, Mom, tomorrow--we can do it right, right?"

Mom uttered a throaty laugh and whispered, "Yeah, if you make me."

I groaned again and picked my mother up by her ass. Turning, I slid my right leg over the back of the couch and planted my foot on the center cushion, and then I slid my left leg over the backrest, taking Mom with me as I slid down the backrest and sat on the couch lengthwise against the armrest.

"Oh," Mom said, laughing while I held her pussy above my cock. "So strong, baby. So fucking strong."

"I like it when you do things for me," I said.

"A mother does what a mother has to do." As she said the word, mother, a new spark of excitement flared in her eyes. "A mother does what she has to do... for her son."

Mom kissed me hard, bruising my lips as she forced her tongue into my mouth. I set her down, the underside her pussy kissing the underside of my glans and sending my cock against my stomach. A quick throb of pleasure soothed the ache between my legs as Mom slid her pussy down my shaft and rested her cunny lips against my balls. She pushed on my shoulders and then my chest, forcing me to lay down as her lips stayed connected to mine until neither of us had any breath left to spare.

"Remember this moment," Mom whispered, looking into my eyes. "You can't fuck Jenna, so whenever you have the urge for some pussy, you have to come home for it... to me." Mom humped her hips forward, her twat feathering my prick from my balls to my crown. "Momma"--her smile widened into something sinister--"is who you have to come to for your daily dose of pussy."

I moaned, my balls tightening with every naughty word that left my mother's mouth.

"I have all the pussy you need between my legs," Mom said, her words trembling as they left her lips. She mashed her twat against my pole. Her pussy lips spread to either side of my shaft, bulging against the insides of her slender thighs, her flesh so soft and tender that it felt like warm butter oozing around my hard-on. "Whenever you want it... to keep you out of trouble."

"Fuck, Mom," I said, grabbing onto her sides, above her hips, where her skin was softer and more welcoming to my touch.

"But, when your father is here," she panted, her eyes widening as a smile spread across her lips, "you'll have to make me surrender my pussy to you." She moaned as she slid her dripping wet snatch down my shaft and against my balls. "You'll just have to take it from me--oh, fuck!" She had pulled her hips back and leaned forward, pressing her clit against the thick under-vein running along my shaft. "You'll have to make me do it."

I bucked my hips, thrusting my cock through Mom's dripping wet slit as she held my dick tight to my stomach with her snatch. My knob touched her hole, the heat within creating a vaporous steam that left my pole wet. I slammed my hips upward, our bodies smacking together as my hips hit the backs of her thighs--my sack spanking her ass.

Mom whimpered, biting her lower lip.

I humped my hips upward again, moaning loud and breathing hard.

Mom leaned forward, bracing her palms against my chest and digging her fingertips into my skin.

I moaned as sharp bolts of pleasure raced through me.

Mom Groaned.

She pumped her hips forward and back, spreading her knees and rowing her creamy softness over my dick from back to front to back to front, pausing to wiggle her pussy lips and clit against my solid bar of thickness. While Mom's clit ground against my shaft, she would release several whines of pleasure before repeating her motions harder and faster than before. As she rode the length of my cock, she arched her back and reached behind her ass, cupping my balls with her right hand.

"Fuck, Mom," I gasped as her gentle touch stood my short hairs on end. "That's so fucking hot."

I slid my left hand from her side to her ass and my right upward, palming her left breast with my fingers pointed straight up, then turning them outward so I could cup the side of her tit. I rubbed her nipple in circles, then caught the puckered nub between my fingers and pulled. Mom gasped. I strummed the pebbled tip while Mom dropped her head back and filled the living with quick, excited whimpers whose meaning I recognized--she was close to coming.

My balls tingled, knowing that she was about to bust. Her insides dripped cream all over my rod, wetting me between my thighs as her pussy lips swished this way and that, spreading, slipping, and sliding, her pussyhole leaving a glazed trail of taboo nectar across my shaft.

"Fuck, Mark," Mom huffed, "I'm getting close. I'm getting close to coming on your cock."

"Mmm," I moaned as mom took my dick for a ride, her movements and words becoming too much to bear. A tingling started within my glans, shooting through my shaft and buzzing my balls with a staticky field of pleasure. "Me too, Mom. Oh, fuck, me too!"

"Open your mouth, baby," Mom said. "I've got a treat for you."

I pictured Mom leaning forward and dropping a wad of spit into my mouth, the way those nasty fuckers in Japanese pornos did to the sluts they were fucking--why was I so twisted? But Mom didn't lean forward, and she didn't spit. She slid to her left, off the couch and around, her movement so fast that I would have missed it had I blinked. Between one second and the next, she was riding me, then she was off of me, and then she was back on me, pushing her pussy onto my mouth as she took my dick between her lips.

Amazing!

I kissed Mom's slit as she tongued my corona with wild licks. A shiver tore through me as she moved her head to the side and licked my glistening dick down to my balls while jerking me off with her right hand. She grabbed my balls with her left hand and pulled them toward her mouth, sucking on my sack as she stroked my cock.

I didn't have much time. The tip of my dick tingled with my impending orgasm. I moaned into Mom's pussy, reaching between her legs with one hand to thumb her clit while reaching around her thigh with my other hand and sliding my two biggest fingers into her muff.

"Oomph," Mom grunted at my digits' thick penetration.

I slid my tongue onto the curve of her pussy, and despite the tight fit, I managed to lick and suck her clit while thumbing her pearl between my tongue-licks. Just as Mom released a high-pitched whimper around my knob, I came, spraying a thick rope of jizz into her mouth. My shaft filled with hot, sticky cum, and I unloaded every ounce of sperm from my balls and into my mother's mouth.

"Mmm, mmm, umm, mmm," Mom whimpered around her mouthful of cock. With each whimper, her pussy filled my mouth with the warm cunny-honey that had been building inside of her. Her thighs clamped down on my head, and she laid her body flat against mine, shaking and trembling and leaving my face messy with her cummy juices.

I lay in a daze, staring into my mother's vertical smile, her lips glistening, and her creased folds making me think of a teepee with a pink line for a door.

"I have to get back to work," Mom panted, her lips moving against my semi-rigid staff. "This is going to be an exhausting summer for me."

I smiled.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want you to wear panties tonight." Goosebumps spread across my skin. "In case I need to make you do something while Dad's here."

"Maybe we shouldn't fool around while Dad is here," Mom whispered. "Last night was dangerous."

"Unless I make you," I said. "Unless I take it from you."

"Oh, boy." Mom grabbed onto my thighs and pushed herself up. "I got carried away."

"Dad doesn't let you get carried away." I lifted my arms and placed my hands on Mom's ass, spreading her cheeks and looking at her little butthole. "I'll let you get carried away."

"Your dad is a passionate man," Mom groaned as I pulled her cheeks further apart. "But he's always passionate. Passionate, romantic... loving, and if he had his way, he'd never give me what I need half of the time."

"What's that?" I asked, touching her rosebud with the tip of my forefinger.

"A proper fucking that breaks my pussy," Mom said, gasping as her butthole sucked at my fingertip. "Are you sure you're ready for my naughty side, Mark? All of it? Sometimes, I just want to be a slut."

"Yes," I said.

"Careful what you wish for," Mom whispered, then added in her normal voice, "I need to get work."

Mom stood, turned, planted a kiss on my forehead, and then she headed upstairs, calling back, "Pick up our bathing suits, please."

"And don't wear panties tonight," I called back to her.

"If you're gonna make me," she said in a sigh-like tone that was almost too low to hear.

I smiled, thinking about tonight.

* * * * *

When tonight came around, I was in my room face-timing with Jenna over my phone. She had her phone set up on a stand, aimed at her naked body as she opened and closed her drawers, looking for something to wear.

"What do you think will drive my father nuts tonight?" Jenna asked. "What's going to make him look at me and think, 'This girl needs to get fucked,'?"

"Your oiled body from this afternoon," I said as I lay on my side in the center of my bed. "That was something."

"I know, right?" Jenna faced the camera, smiling and shaking her head, her pale nipples and areolas standing out against the gold of her tan. "Maybe your mom was giving us a break. I never thought that she was against you fucking me."

"Making love to you," I said, laughing, "is how she would have put it."

"Well, we can make love after you give me my first real fuck," Jenna said. "My pussy is aching for your dick."

"You're making me hard."

"Stroke it for me," Jenna said. "C'mon, that's not against the rules, is it?"

I laughed.

"Whatever." She turned back to her drawers, giving a shot of her narrow waist and thick ass, her butt curving outward, not sideward. "What do you think? Should I wear my pink crop top or my white cotton T that you can see my nipples through?" She looked over her shoulder at me. "You'll get my nipples really hard if you jerk off to me right now. I'll stick my butt out and spread my legs, and you can pretend your fucking either hole."

I groaned, then said, "You rarely let me lick your asshole."

"Because it's weird, but it does feel sooooo fucking good," Jenna said, biting her lips. "I like to save that for special occasions." She made a wet, tsk, sound. "I'm just a little girl. Don't pressure me to do naughty things!"

We laughed together.

"Focus on my mouth and pussy, and then you can have all of my ass on my nineteenth birthday."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise," Jenna said. "But, you have a scary dick, so let me get used to it first. You can't just go shoving it up my butt like I'm a pornstar."

"You should wear that pink shirt you have that says, 'Daddy's Girl,'" I said, "and your yoga shorts that ride halfway up your ass like a pair of panties."

"Ooh, that would be hot." Jenna smile-cringed as she looked into the camera. "You know, I told Karen about our plan."

"About teasing your dad?" I asked, leaning forward. "Everyone's going to think I'm a fucking pervert."

"You are a pervert. I'm just a kid."

"Stop that," I said. "You're not a fucking kid."

"Don't worry," Jenna said, "Karen told me a secret too." Jenna turned around and sat against her dresser, her thighs closed and squishing her pussy lips together but not hiding the start of her slit before it disappeared between her thighs.

"Which was?"

"She caught her uncle jerking off to her!" Jenna said, laughing hard. "Not the older one, but the younger one. The cute one."

"I don't know her uncles," I said.

"He's ten years older than her," Jenna said. "It doesn't matter. One night, she got drunk at a party and came home, but she couldn't make it upstairs. Her uncle was in the recliner, and she dropped down on the couch with a blanket. During the night, she took off her pants under the blanket, but she woke sometime later with the blanket on the floor and the sound of porn on the TV."

I laughed, saying, "That's why you have to mute the porn, even when you don't want to."

"Karen only cracked her eyelids open. She didn't make a big deal about waking up, even when she saw her uncle looking at her while stroking his dick. She realized that he was staring between her legs, at the front of her sheer white thong. I helped her pick out those panties. You can see everything."

"Why'd she wear them?"

"For Brad," Jenna said. "She thought she was going to get fucked--he only fingered her--but that's not the point. When she realized that her uncle had his dick in his hand and that he was staring at her, she spread her farther apart for him."

"You'd get millions of views if you put that on Pornhub," I said as my cock thickened with a gradual flow of excitement. I loved the feeling of my shaft stretching forward and outward, plumping up a little at a time and making me feel really big, not that I wasn't big, but there's a difference between feeling big and being big.

"Now, she masturbates while thinking about him," Jenna said. "When she sees him, he makes her blush, and she can't stop thinking about how excited and nervous he must have been when he jerked off so close to her. She didn't say it, but you could totes tell that she wants to fuck her uncle."

"She totes does, does she?" I asked, raising my voice with an over-the-top tone of curiosity.

"Shut up," Jenna said. "I like that word 'totes.' Like, I'm gonna totes suck your dick one day soon, baby."

"When you use it that way...."

We laughed.

"What should I wear?" Jenna smiled, her lips pulling into a sly curve. "Maybe your mother can lend me her bikini."

I laughed.

"Your mom looks good, by the way," Jenna said. "She got the bi-curious side of me wet!"

"Save your wetness for your dad."

"Ew," Jenna said, laughing. "You want me to fuck my dad." She laughed harder. "What if teasing him leads to fucking him? Oh my god: What would you do if that happened?"

I laughed and shook my head, unable to come up with something witty to say.

"Wear your yoga shorts and a small T-shirt," I said as Jenna's laughter faded away. "Don't wear your panties or your bra."

"Of course not." She bit her lower lip, then reached up to pinch her nipples, uttering a small gasp as she pulled them outward. "Do you want me to play with my fat pussy, Daddy?"

I groaned as Jenna giggled.

"Do you think my father will smell how horny I am if my pussy is all wet for you?" Jenna looked down and spread her legs as she leaned her ass against her dresser. "Do you like my meaty, teen pussy, Daddy?"

"You're going to get us into trouble," I said as my cock surged to its full hardness. "You need to get going."

"Aw," Jenna pouted. She looked down at her pussy and spanked it hard. "Bad kitty, giving my boyfriend a hard-on."

I laughed, and my laughter ended in a groan as I thought about pulling my dick out and giving Jenna a show.

"This better work soon," Jenna said, grabbing her clothes. "If Dad doesn't tell me to fuck you by Friday, then we're fucking on Saturday no matter what."

"Sounds good to me," I said, the word rushing out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise," I said, unable to stop myself again.

"Okay. I'll call you tonight to tell you what happens." Jenna walked to the phone, puckered her lips, and blew me a kiss. "Love you."

"Love you," I said and disconnected the call.

Why had I promised her that we'd fuck on Saturday? Why had I promised my mother that I wouldn't fuck Jenna as long as Mom gave herself to me? Why-why-why?

Because the women you love most are promising you their pussies, that's why!

I could always count on my little head to reason things out for me. I looked at my clock. It was only six in the evening--on Wednesday--which gave me a few days to figure out how I was going to keep my promise to Jenna come Saturday. I thought about it until my hard-on went down. As I studied my dick through my pants as it lay on my sack, I thought, Am I bigger than Dad? I wanted to be. Thinking about giving my mother something that she'd never experienced before gave me a sick, shameful thrill that made my knob tingle.

I had to stop thinking about sex for one damn minute. It was about dinner time. I sniffed the air, but through my door, I couldn't smell anything cooking. Rising from my bed with food instead of pussy on my mind, I changed into my long, cotton workout shorts minus my boxer briefs and a tight, form-fitting T-shirt. As my cock dangled in my shorts without the tightness of my boxers to keep it in place, I thought about Mom, which led to thoughts of pussy that quickly overwhelmed my thoughts of food.

I grabbed my phone, tapped the screen to Mom's number, and texted, Did you remember not to wear your panties tonight? I stared at the screen, waiting, my mind focused on the screen and my heartbeat singing at a steady pace.

Yes, Mom texted me less than a minute later. Come downstairs if you're hungry.

For food, pussy, or both?

I headed downstairs, leaving my phone behind and smelling the warm scent of dinner once I reached the top of the stairs. Spices and herbs and cooking meat from the kitchen filled my nostrils. There was nothing quite like my mother's cooking. I don't think I had ever had that thought before without someone asking me first--it's amazing how much more I could appreciate a woman when she was giving her pussy to me.

"Hey, Dad," I said as I entered the foyer and looked into the living room. Dad sat on his couch with a rocks glass of whiskey in his hand. Oh, no. "You're not taking a sleeping pill today?" I nodded at his glass of liquor.

"No, I am," Dad said, looking at his glass. "I've found that I can have four fingers of whiskey before I take my pills, and then I'll be out for ten hours straight. Not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wake me after that." Dad looked at his phone. "It's six now; I'll be out by eight and up by six-thirty, well-rested."

"As long as it's safe," I said.

"Between you and me," Dad said, lowering his voice, "I need the rest. I went to the gym today to work on my cardio. Your mother has been wearing me out the last couple of days."

"Ah, Dad," I said. "Why would you tell me that?"

While the words that left my mouth sounded like the response a good son might have given, on the inside, I thought, I wish we could brag about Mom to each other. Was I odd for wanting to share my mother with my dad? I had glossed over several incest stories in the last few days, and they were always about sons who stole their mothers from their fathers, but I loved my dad. What would it be like to have Mom walk around naked for us, taking her whenever we wanted, or having Mom give us blow jobs while we watched sports together? What would it be like to have Mom as our sex slave?

"Hey," Dad said, "if I have to hear about how my son is trying to have sex with his girlfriend then you can listen to me brag about my sex life."

"What if grandpa talked to you about grandma?" I pictured my grandmother, who was sixty-three or four. She belonged on any magazine with a Sexy Over Sixty cover story. My grandma had a Jayne Seymour-like appeal with a fit, older woman's body... what would it be like if we double-teamed his mother together? Oh, man, I had really become fucked up in the head.

"I'd ask him," Dad said, "'So, old man, how much Viagra do you have to take to get your willy up?'"

"Ah, man," I said, laughing. "Why do you always have to top me?"

"Because," Dad said, "I can't make these kinds of jokes at work anymore since #MeToo, though it seems to be dying out, doesn't it?"

"You were topping me before #MeToo came along," I said, heading toward the kitchen.

"Check on dinner for me, thanks."

"Stick to your four fingers tonight," I said as I walked through the shortcut hallway.

I found Mom in the kitchen, standing at the island with her back to me. She had her long hair pulled up in a swirling bun gathered at the back of her head with loose strands hanging about in a sexy, I've just-been-fucked, kind of a mess. Had my father fucked her while I was upstairs? The idea made my dick swell all over again.

Mom was wearing a thigh-length, loose-fitting dress-shirt made of blue cotton with a wide collar and long sleeves that she had folded back to her elbows and a tie belt at the waist. I knew that dress. I knew that it buttoned down the center in the front. The cotton was soft but thick enough to hide her nipples and dark enough to hide any wet spots from her lack of panties.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and said, "I think that you should show me that you're not wearing panties." Despite my calm voice, a chill ran up my spine. My dad wasn't far away, and though we had fooled around on the couch with Dad sleeping nearby, I wasn't sure if Mom would surrender herself to me with him awake in the living room.

"Where's your father?" Mom asked. She reached her right arm forward, picking up the glass of white wine sitting in front of her. She brought it to her lips and drank, helping herself to a long swallow of alcohol.

"On the couch, waiting for dinner." I licked my lips and opened and closed my fist, stretching my fingers. "Should I tell him it will be ready in ten minutes?"

"Five," Mom said. "If you tell him ten, he may come in here and try to will his food to finish faster, but if you tell him five, then it might take him ten."

"Dad," I shouted, "you got five minutes!"

"Thanks!" Dad yelled back.

"I could have done that," Mom said, tilting her head as her shoulders shook with mild laughter.

"Show me your ass," I whispered to my mother, eyeing the way her cotton shirt dress hung atop her ass, giving off faint impressions of its pear shape and curves and the crack of her ass.

"But your father...."

"I'm making you do it," I said. "You have to."

Mom set down her glass of wine. She reached back with both of her hands, grabbing the sides of her dress. The fabric bunched and twisted as her fingers pinched the cloth against her thumbs, and with a small hip shuffle, she dragged her dress up the backs of her thighs.

My hard-on grew, thickening and pushing my shorts outward, the lack of my boxer briefs allowing air to flow between my thighs and around my balls, giving me a light exposure that made me shiver. The crease between the backs of Mom's thighs came into view, then the bare flesh of her cheeks, her pussy shadowed by her butt and dress, the dimmer lighting, and the angle of my gaze. She raised her dress to the small of her back, then gathered the material and pulled it forward, tightening the hem of her skirt around her waist.

"There," Mom said, accusing me of something with resentment in her voice. "Now, what are you going to make me do?"

"Stand still and listen for Dad," I said as my heartbeat rose.

"Okay," Mom said, the sound of the TV seeming to come from a great distance away.

I walked forward, hooking my thumbs into my waistline as I did, tugging my shorts outward and downward, freeing my big dick, and hooking my shorts beneath my cum-filled balls. The kitchen's air tickled my sack and cooled my knob, providing a breezy thrill before I pressed my spongy mushroom tip against Mom's ass and slid upward through her crack, resting the underside of my shaft between her warm cheeks.

"Oh," Mom said, louder than I thought she would. "Not that away!" She tried to slide away from me, but I caught her hips and pulled her ass hard against my cock, smashing my rod between us.

"Yes, this way," I said, "listen for Dad."

"Uh," Mom grunted as I pulled my ass back and pumped my cock forward, hot-dogging her ass cheeks with the thickness of my slightly curved cock. "Turn me around"--she uttered a struggle-sounding moan as she tried to push herself away from the kitchen island--"so I can watch for your father!" She spoke softly but in a rush of words punctuated with a tremor of adrenaline.

"Listen for him," I whispered, lowering my lips to her exposed ear and then licking her behind her lobe. Mom shoved her butt hard against my cock, wiggling her hips by dancing on her toes. "Listen to the TV. He'll turn it off."

"He better," Mom whispered. "The things you make me do!"

"I'm going to make you do a lot of things, Mom." I humped my cock faster between her cheeks, my balls making little plops of sound as they battered the bottom of her butt. "Naughty things. Nasty things. Things Dad won't do to you. Things that'll make you feel like a dirty whore when you're doing them."

"Yes!" Mom hissed, her entire body shuddering and her breath shaking. She reached back and grabbed onto my hips, using the new leverage to fuck her ass against my cock with twisting motions that made my knob tingle.

I slid my lips down the back of my mother's neck and bit the curve of her shoulder, tugging on her skin as her breathing turned ragged. She let go of my right hip and brought her hands between her legs. I slid my hands around her waist, her dress resting on my forearms as I pushed my hands up her smooth stomach, over her ribs, and cupped her little-titty handfuls, her dress rising and leaving her as naked as Rebecca De Mornay's sexy nymph ass in the first fuck scene of Risky Business.

"Mmm, fuck, hurry," Mom huffed. "Hurry up and come on me!"

I held my mother's tits, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, tweaking them, twisting them, making her gasp as I ran my dick through the crack of her ass. My skin tingled, and my cock buzzed; my orgasm was so close but so far away. The idea of my dad catching me with my mother--his wife--added an adrenaline rush to my body that hollowed out my insides. Would he join me in pleasing his wife?

"Push your cock between my legs," Mom panted, her titties now slick with sweat. "Hurry, you nasty bastard."

"Fuck," I gasped in her ear, keeping my voice low. I hunched my hips, pulling my ass back, and the tip of my cock slid downward. My knob pressed into Mom's crack, parting her cheeks as it made its way to the steamy, heart-shaped gap between her legs. I found the gap and pushed forward, the top of my prick grazing my mother's smooth and juicy pussy lips. She closed her legs and lowered her right hand beneath her snatch, taking hold of my throbbing prick.

"Fuck me," Mom hissed. "Fuck your mother's thighs!"

I pumped her thigh gap fast and hard, keeping our bodies pressed together as my cock collected her slippery cunny cream. Her fingers squeezed me hard, and I was big enough for her to jerk off the upper half of my cock as the rest of me lay between her legs. Precum dripped from me, wetting Mom's hand along with her cunny-honey, making every thrust between her legs a slippery stroke that pulled on my dick's skin with pleasure-building intensity.

"Come, baby, come," Mom hissed. "Come, baby. Come in my hand. Come in Mommy's hand. Come for me, baby. Come for this pussy between my legs."

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned into the collar of her dress, using the cotton to muffle my sounds as my balls released a thick jet of hot, sticky jizz into my shaft. I hugged Mom tightly against me, her heart beating hard through her chest and tits and her legs squeezing me in a slippery hug. She held onto my knob with both hands, catching my baby batter as it splashed against her palms.

"Jerk the rest of it onto my ass," Mom said, pulling her hands from between her legs.

I pulled my cock back, my shaft softening into a semi-hard, rubbery elephant's trunk. Taking my cock by its neck with my right hand, I dragged the tip through Mom's crack, leaving strings of liquid crystal in her cleft as I jerked my shaft with my left hand. When I stepped away from her, Mom's dress fell back around her thighs. She turned around, and holding her hands cupped together, she lifted the pool of cum in her palms and lapped at it like a kitty, looking me in the eyes the entire time.

It wasn't until after my cum was in her tummy that she said, "Your father!" as her eyes went wide.

I walked around the corner, and as we had hoped, Dad had forgotten about dinner and was watching TV. "It's ready," I said and hurried to my chair, needing to hide the cum stain on the front bulge of my shorts.

After dinner, Dad had another two fingers of whiskey, along with his sleeping pill. He headed upstairs as soon as his first yawn widened his mouth. Before he left, he asked Mom, "Coming to bed? I need someone to cuddle me to sleep."

No, I thought, lengthening the word until it echoed in the distant reaches of my skull. I knew Mom could come back downstairs after Dad had fallen asleep, but I didn't want to wait.

"I'll be right there." Mom kissed him on the cheek before he went upstairs. When Dad was gone, she turned to me and said, "Does Mommy get a kiss tonight?"

We were on our couch, in our safe place. I slid to her, moving between her legs and pressing my lips to hers. Our mouths opened, our tongues came out, and we spent the next several minutes involved in deep, wet kisses that we punctuated with the sounds of our lips coming together and breaking apart.

"You're coming back down when Dad falls asleep," I said to Mom, pulling up her skirt and sliding my right palm down the inside of her thigh, cupping her wet folds. I slid my middle finger between her lips, making her back arch as I probed her pink depths. "I want to play with this some more." I squeezed her pussy hard.

"Mmm," Mom groaned as I rubbed her G-spot. "You know--mmm--Mark, we were always--oh--afraid of buying you"--Mom spread her knees wide and pushed her cunny onto my finger--"new fucking toys because you played with them--uh--so much. You always broke them right away." Mom closed her eyes and whimpered as I pressed my thumb down on her little, pink pearl. "Is that what you're going to do to me? Are you going to break Mommy's pussy?"

"Mom," I groaned, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, "only if your pussy deserves it." Who, but me, was lucky enough to talk to his mother this way?

"It does, baby, oh it fucking does," Mom whispered. "But right now, you have to let my pussy go. I need to tuck your father into bed."

"If you say so," I whispered. Would she fuck him? "But come back down as soon as he falls asleep."

Mom shook her head. "You've had enough for today and night, and you have to get your sleep. There's something you need to make me do tomorrow."

"Yeah?" I slipped another finger into my mother's dewy twat.

"Mmm, you little shit," Mom hissed. "Yeah. You have to make me take your big dick. Now, get off of me." I parted with my mother, but so slowly that she had to push me off.

"Come downstairs later," I said as she walked upstairs.

"No," Mom said. "You get some rest."

"I'm making you."

"No," she sounded amused.

"Then," I said, my chest swelling with new energy, "I'll come and take it from you."

Mom stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to look at me from over her left shoulder. "With your father sleeping right next to me?" She smiled that, aw, son, you're too cute for words, smile. "You wouldn't dare."

I fell back on the couch, but I knew something that Mom probably didn't think I knew. When Dad drank before taking his pill, he slept right through the night, and not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wake him.

* * * * *

"My dad is pounding my mom hard," Jenna whispered through the phone, her voice so low that I had to strain to hear her. "Listen."

I was sitting on my bed with my shoulders hunched and my head tilted downward as if by making myself smaller, I'd be able to hear her better.

"Can you hear my mother?" Jenna asked.

"I can barely hear you," I said.

"Sorry," Jenna whispered. "I can hear her through the door. She's grunting, like those girls on Pornhub who are taking so much dick they can't think."

I laughed.

"Am I sick for thinking this is hot?" Jenna asked. "I'm so wet right now."

"No," I said, "you're not sick. It's natural. I've seen my parents have sex."

"Yeah?" Jenna's voice caught. "Tell me about it."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Maybe," she whispered, and I could picture her face, embarrassed and apologetic for getting caught, but with a, well, what did you expect, glint in her eyes.

"Are your fingers inside or outside of your panties?"

"I'm not wearing panties, but I have my fingers on my pussy from the side, through the leg hole of my shorts." Jenna moaned, using the back of her throat to create a quiet yet high-pitched whimper. "My pussy is soaked."

"It was no big deal when I saw my parents," I said. "I was walking downstairs, and my dad was on one of the side couches, passed out from his sleeping pills. Mom was on top of him, riding him, but facing away from him and me."

"Like a cowgirl," Jenna whispered. "A reverse cowgirl. Your mom is fucking sexy. I hope I'm that hot when I'm older."

"You will be." I laughed. "Your Mom is hot too."

"Shut up," Jenna whispered. "God, she's getting fucked hard right now. Baby?"

"Yeah?" I asked, my cock swelling.

"I need to put down the phone," Jenna whispered. "I need two hands for this."

"You're going to masturbate to your parents?" My knob tingled so much that I had to squeeze my crown through my shorts.

"I'm going to come to their sounds." Jenna made a frustrated noise. "But thanks to you, maybe now I'm going to end up picturing them as well. Love you, and we'll be fucking soon."

"Hey," I said, "when your father caves into us, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

"I know," Jenna whispered, her voice trembling. "And you better. Love you."

"Love you," I said.

If this had been a week earlier, I'd have begged Jenna to let me listen to her, but now I had Mom to help me alleviate the blue that Jenna put in my balls. I looked at the time on my phone. It was half an hour past eight. If Dad wasn't bullshitting me, then he should be asleep and unable to wake up for another nine and a half hours. I took a deep breath, then another. My cock grew, and my heartbeat rose as I considered going to my parents' room.

"I better wait," I mumbled as my shaft straightened out. I pushed my shorts down my legs, kicking them to the floor and giving my cock the room it needed to breathe. I was naked now. My dick always felt bigger whenever I was naked and hard, and the pressure of my clothes was no longer pressing down on my shaft, restricting my cock's freedom.

I checked the time again.

A minute had passed.

Fuck.

The next twenty-nine minutes rolled by with the momentum of a steamroller. In the past, after I had discovered porn, two hours of watching shaved pussy or thick MILF muff would have felt like a couple of minutes going by. But now, knowing that my mother was down the hallway and mine to play with as my father slept made every second of those twenty-nine minutes slide forward in super-slow motion.

Fuck.

I stood.

I paced.

I dropped onto the floor and did some push-ups, getting the blood into my muscles and making them swell. Would Mom appreciate that? I could still remember when my father was as lean as I was. Now he was slender, with long muscles, but they didn't cord his body the way mine could and did when I was hitting the gym on a schedule.

Time continued to tick down. My cock hardened, then softened, then hardened again with the slightest thought of my mother and what her reaction would be once I walked into her bedroom to take her. Worry, fear, anger, frustration--I pictured everything, and each scenario ended with Mom pretending to resist me but always giving in.

My imagination flashed to when I had caught Mom riding Dad. He hadn't woken until after he had come, and even then, he sounded out of it. He hadn't been drinking that night. Could I make Mom suck his cock while I ate her from behind? My cock swelled until it hurt as a new scenario unfolded within my mind: Mom, climbing atop Dad as she had the other night, only now she was leaning forward and taking my dick into her mouth. That scenario continued, shimmering and blending until Mom was riding Dad while facing him, and I was climbing behind her with my thick, missile-shaped knob aiming straight for her virgin asshole--

I looked at the clock with my cock in my hand.

It was nine.

I stood, walked out of my room and down the hallway. Looking toward the floor, I saw no light slipping from the crack beneath my parents' door. Was Mom asleep? Would I have to wake her? Was I pushing it? Was she really not expecting me? You wouldn't dare. She had said those words with that smile on her face, calling me cute but silly.

I stood outside of her room with my heart delivering hammer blows to my breastbone and my common sense pushing back against what had been my righteous desire during the past half-hour. My cock throbbed, and my balls tightened, warning me that it was going to be a painful night for us if I didn't get my ass in there and nut in my mother's mouth. My common sense melted, and I grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

Of all the scenarios I had imagined, I had not expected the one that greeted my eyes. Shades of darkness occupied ninety-nine percent of the room. A nightlight next to Mom's bed shined down upon her face, where sat the large reading glasses she only wore by lamplight. On her breasts sat a small, paperback romance novel. She looked up at me, regarding me with a flat expression as she turned to her right and set her book down with her left hand, having to reach across her body. When she rolled back to her original position, she grabbed the edge of her comforter with her left hand and swept it across her body, unveiling her nakedness to me.

"You better hope that your father doesn't wake up and find out what you've come to do to me," Mom said in a normal, conversational tone while her eyes fell upon my cock. She took her reading glasses off, setting them on the nightstand next to her book.

I cringed for a moment, but then I remembered that not even a Zeus-thrown thunderbolt could wake my father right now. Mom knew that too. She knew it better than I did. How many times had she ridden my father while he slept? What else had she done with him? Had she sucked his cock and gotten away with it?

"Your father isn't going to wake up, Mark," Mom said, louder this time.

Hell yeah, she had!

I moved forward, my cock leading the way. Mom spread her legs, and the light from her lamp gleamed across her slit. As I stopped beside her bed, I glanced at her paperback book, the title reading Mother with the Hots. It looked old.

"I ordered it off the internet," Mom said, her voice low and hungry, "along with some other classics. I shipped them overnight. Your father doesn't know about them."

"Did it make you wet?" I asked, glancing at Dad before looking at my mother in her eyes.

"Dripping wet," Mom said, reaching between her legs to bracket her pussy folds with her fingers. As I stared at her twat, Mom pulled her hands to the side, slowly opening her dewy lips to my eyes. "Find out for yourself."

I reached down for her pussy, and as I did, Mom lifted her right hand and took my cock in her fingers, just below my corona. I bit back a moan as her touch buzzed my knob with pleasure.

"You can moan," Mom said. "Your father won't wake up."

"How do you know?" I whispered--remembering what my father had said about himself.

I moved my right hand between my mother's open thighs with my fingers pressed together and my palm facing her muff. I moved forward, cupping her wet sex and parting her inner lips with my middle finger. Tender warmth and slippery softness greeted my touch, then the doughy softness of her pink insides enveloped my digit.

"Uh!" Mom moaned, exaggerating the loudness of her pleasure.

I froze and looked at my dad. He continued to sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the blankets, his eyes closed, and his expression calm beneath the darkness shrouding his body.

"See?" Mom asked, stroking my cock. "He won't wake--ooh!"

I had slid my ring finger into my mother's cunny without warning, giving her a little payback for scaring me. I held her pussy bowling-ball style, and she turned her hips in small circles, rolling her pussy against my digits.

"Baby," Mom whispered, squeezing my cock hard. "Mommy likes that." She licked her lips as she jerked me down to my balls. "You can be rough with me if that's how you want to take me."

"Mom," I moaned as she continued to slide her fingers around my cock. I curled my fingers within her channel, rubbing her G-stop with every withdrawal, then corkscrewing them back into her creamy cunny channel with each inward stroke. After a few thrusts into her clam, I pressed my thumb against her pink nub, forcing a hiss from her lungs as she pumped her pussy onto my fingers.

"Come closer," Mom said. "Put your dick in my mouth."

She tugged on my junk, and I stepped closer to the headboard, stopping against her nightstand. Mom scooted down the bed, still holding my dick, her pussy taking my fingers to their last knuckles. I moaned as her breath washed over my knob. We had to bend a little, but Mom's lips found my crown, pressing against my hot flesh and opening wide so her tongue could lick my piss slit.

I shivered, whispering with a tremor in my voice, "Mom, do we have to wait until tomorrow?"

"Mm-hmm," Mom moaned, taking my cock into her mouth. Her cheeks widened, and her tongue swished around the underside of my glans, circling my corona. She pulled her lips from my cockhead and licked the left side of my shaft down to my balls.

"Do we, Mom?"

Mom took my sack into her mouth, creating a tingling sensation in my balls that exploded through my body. I pressed harder on her clit, her little, squishy button rolling in the wetness between her upper pussy lips. Mom licked the right side of my shaft, not stopping until she held the bottom of my mushroom tip on the surface of her tongue.

"I thought you were here to take me," Mom said, her voice thick and muffled due to my cock resting on her tongue.

"Dad won't wake up?"

"He won't," Mom said with her tongue full of dick meat and her fingers still around my prick's shaft. I looked her in the eyes. Mom slowly jerked my cock, her emerald greens burning with a sensual intensity.

Groaning as Mom tried to take my cock into her mouth, I pulled my hips back as I slid my right arm under her knees. Mom chased my meat, sputtering when I managed to pop my knob from between her lips and push my left arm under her shoulders. With a shaky breath, I lifted her naked body from the bed, turned toward her bedroom door, and walked forward, leaving my father alone in his bed so that I could lose my virginity to my mother.