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 Story of A Story



   This is a story of a my friend which was told to him by another of his
friends.  Therefore, nobody knows the real origin of the story.  Here it is
narrated by me as if this is mine.

   My name is Ryan and names of my parents are Jason and Caroline.  I was
always a terrible student in high school.  I started going to the community
college but lost all drive to attend classes in the first month.  I am a
19-year-old loser living with my parents.  My Dad advised me to search for
a job but every job I tried was boring.  Being jobless I was supposed to
take money from my parents.  Initially I got it easily but then they
started to decline me on one pretext or other.  I was left with only one
choice and that was to steal from them now and then.

   Like my dad I am six feet tall.  My dad is is in his late forties but
looks older than his age while Mom is in early forties but looks younger
than her age.  When Mom married Dad she was 22.  A year later, I arrived.
And now, nineteen years later, she was even more attractive than ever.  Dad
once remarked that Mom sparked memories of Sophia Loren in him.  I had no
idea who Sophia Loren was until I did a search on the web.  My mother was
far-and-away sexier, in my opinion!

   One day when my parents were having dinner I slipped into their room.  I
was looking for money but there was no money in sight.  I was searching
inside a closet when I hard footsteps outside the room.  There was not
enough time for me to sneak out.  In confusion I decided to scoot myself
under the bed of my parents.  The bed had four wooden legs that rose it off
the ground, providing enough clearance underneath for a person to lay flat
underneath it.  I shuffled my way to just below the center of the bed.  As
soon as I was under the bed they came in.

   I could tell that with my position, a standing observer anywhere in the
room wouldn't be able to see me, but who knows what would happen if any of
them were to bend down to pick something up off the floor.  To my surprise
they were giggling and groping each other.  I could only see their feet,
which were kicking off their shoes.  I watched the slats of the bed bow in
just a little as they hopped onto the bed.  I heard Dad's fly unzip
followed by Mom's suckling sounds.

   The blowjob lasted a few minutes, punctuated by Mom's gurgling and
gagging noises.  I never knew my mom to be this much of a slut for cock
that she would go through this much trouble to please a man.  The blowjob
was over presumably when my dad felt his cock was thoroughly lubricated by
Mom's spit.  The bed shifted as they hopped off.

   I saw both pairs of feet as they were now standing next to the bed. 
Mom's feet were standing closest to the bed, facing me.  Dad was standing
behind her.  I saw Mom's blouse and bra fall to the floor off to the side.
I heard her belt unbuckling and watched as my Mom's pants dropped to the
floor, followed by a flimsy pair of black panties.  She stepped out of them
and kicked them to the side.  The whole time dad hadn't yet taken anything
off besides his shoes.  It was like Mom was undressing for Dad, putting on
a little show as he watched.  Mom turned to face Dad,
Mom: "Fuck me now Jason."
Dad: "Call me sir Carol, while begging."
Mom: "Yes my boss, my sir please fuck me."
Dad: "I don't think you really want it."
Mom: "I do, I really want you to fuck me."
Dad: "Ehh, I'm just not feeling it."
Mom dropped to her knees on the hard floor and began saying things that
I previously couldn't imagine being said by the woman who raised me and

pampered me.

   Mom: "Please sir, I'm begging you.  I need you to fuck me.  I'm crazy
for your cock.  I am your slave.  I am your bitch.  I am your warm wet cock
sleeve.  I am yours to use any time and any place.  Every hole of mine is
yours and yours only to do with what you please.  I will do anything for
your cock.  I will suck your cock to the base, I will lick your feet clean,
I will tongue your ass deep, and I will humiliate myself for you if it
means this slut's pussy will be fucked deep with her king's massive cock!"
Dad didn't speak, he just started to calmly undress himself.  Mom turned
towards the bed and bent over it, feet on the floor and torso resting on
the bed.  I saw her feet part by more than a yard as he spread her legs

wide for Dad.  Mom gasped as Dad buried his dick into her from behind.

   "Ohhhh god, FFFUCK it's been too long!" she moaned as he started pumping
in and out of her, causing her legs to shake with the thrusting.

   This was driving me crazy.  I never had the idea that my mom is truly a
kinky whore.  I had to get a peek, and with Mom's upper half on top of the
bed and her lower half hanging off of it, this was the perfect opportunity
to do so unnoticed.  Using my hands and feet, I quietly rotated myself and
pushed myself head first towards the two pairs of feet.

   My head emerged from under the bed, facing upwards to see the glorious
sight.  I was looking directly up at my mom's pussy being split wide by
Dad's cock!  His low-hanging balls were swinging wildly and occasionally
slapping against Mom's thighs.  Dad was furiously but skillfully ravaging
Mom, as with each thrust, his cock pulled almost all the way out, just
exposing part of the head, then swiftly diving back in until his cock
completely disappeared into my mother's hole, giving her the entire length
every time without fail.  Mom's thighs, her pussy, Dad's cock and balls
were all damp and glistening with sweat and sex juice, the smell of which
filled the room.  Breathing it in almost gave me a high.

   Suddenly Dad put my mom all the way on top of the bed and climbed back
into it, so I no longer saw any feet.  I wasn't sure what position they
took, but whatever it was, I could tell my mom was getting fucked no less
rough than before, just by staring at the slats underneath the mattress. 
Over and over, they bowed downwards under the raw force of their
love-making, almost touching my nose before springing back up again.  I
could even hear the crackling sound that wood makes as it starts to crack
and split.  I knew they could both hear it too but I had learned by now
that when they get going, nothing can stop them.  Mom was yelping and
shouting all kinds of filth while Dad nailed her.

   "Ahhh yyyes!  Fuck me daddy!  Treat me like the cockslut that I am!  Use
my pussy!" she was screaming, as well as other things along similar lines.

   To my luck I saw the mirror of the dressing table standing closer to
bed. Moving a little I could see partially over the bed.  They have their
backs to me.  Dad was still fucking her from behind.  His pace was slow and
it was hard to tell that he was penetrating her at all.  Then, I heard my
own mother saying.  "Harder...  fuck me harder."

   "You forgot 'please' and 'sir'" Dad said, sounding disappointed.

   Mom stammered "I-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't m-mean to-"

   "An ungrateful fucktoy bitch must be put in her place," he interrupted,
"tonight, if you want me to fuck you harder, you have to ask nicely for it,
and you have to 'pay' for it.  Five spanks.  And I will double it every
time you ask."

   Mom nodded her head.  Dad raised his hand about as far up as it would
go, then whipped it down faster than I've ever seen.  His hand walloped her
right ass cheek hard enough that it sent an ear-piercing "SMACK" noise
throughout the entire house, loud enough to make me jump a little.  Mom let
out a gasp of pure shock as her whole body lurched forward a little.  He
raised his hand again, and delivered the exact same slap to her other
cheek. With every blow, Mom squealed like a helpless animal.  Her whole
body was quivering.  I got spanked as a kid but if I was spanked like THIS,
I could have made a strong case for abuse.

   "This is so loud...  I'm afraid we might wake Ryan up." Mom said, after
mustering the ability to speak coherently.

   He laughed.  "Trust me, you don't need to worry about THAT." He said as
he slid back into her and continued to fuck her.

   He slipped his cock back into Mom and was now giving her pretty hard
thrusts.  Mom grunted and moaned as dad's hips collided with her soft,
round ass over and over.  Dad huffed and puffed, and with a labored groan,
it was obvious that he was blowing a load in my mom.  I ducked backwards.
The movement of the bed stopped and I heard Dad slump onto one side of the
bed.

   Dad let out a sigh of satisfaction and said "Ahhh, that was fuckin'
great."

   "Awww but ...  I haven't cum yet!" Mom said in a playful tone.

   He yawned and said "Mmhmm, that's nice, honey."

   Mom went "Hmmph!" like a pouting little girl, and I watched her feet hit
the floor as the hopped out of bed.  "You're mean!" she huffed.

   "Ah-ah-ah, watch your tone, young lady." He teased.

   "Yessir...  I'll make sure to please my king more adequately next time."

   Hearing the things that come out of your mother's mouth when you're not
around is something I kind of wish all sons should experience.  It could
shatter everything you thought you knew about your mom's modesty.  Hearing
it in this setting -" in the same room with her as she surrenders her body
to a man -" is certainly an added bonus.  I don't even need to remind you
how arousing the taboo was.

   A fair amount of cum had now dribbled down Mom's leg like candle wax,
right down to her ankle where I could see.  She turned and walked to the
bathroom and closed the door.

   "Wait a minute, let me pee first," Dad said and followed her.  This was
a great opportunity for me to sneak out.  I scooted out and retreated back
to my bedroom with a rock hard dick dangling uncomfortably between my legs.
Yhe only solution was to give myself a blow job.  The only thing different
was that in place of thinking about a teenage model I was thinking about my
own mom.

   My mother is a petite woman, standing about five-one and weighing no
more than a hundred and ten pounds.  She has flowing brown hair that
reaches slightly below her shoulders.  She has a beautiful face with large
pouty lips and big blue eyes.  Mom has incredible breasts that I have ever
seen in my entire life.  They are large, firm and perky.  They are
perfectly shaped and each is larger than my hand.  Her skin is soft and
porcelain smooth.  A smattering of freckles across the bridge of her small
nose made me think of the phrase, "cute as a button."

   The image of her soft and fair naked body was ettched into my brain.  I
knew that it was wrong to think about her in a erotic way, but at that
moment no power on earth could have made me do that.  With a mental picture
of my nude mother in my head it wasn't long before my cock spurted jets of
hot cum blasted out over the floor in front of me.  I was unable to stop
stroking until there was nothing left to come out.  Disgusted with myself,
I tucked my cock back in and got some paper towels to clean up the mess.

   Even in my apathy toward school, work and life in general, mom used to
see the positive things about me.  Oh how I ached to show her what a great
son I was by sinking my fat and rigid cock into her!  Can I fuck her ever?
The answer was no and never.  I wasn't planning anything silly but then an
opportunity came my way by itself.  All of us were invited to a wedding
fuction up across the state, and like we'd done before, my father, mother
and I reserved hotel rooms for the night.  Fortunately our rooms were in
the same hotel where the reception was held, so it was just a matter of
going up to our floors, and we were there.

   /\/\-/\/\-/\/\



   After a short delay with our flight, we arrived at the hotel Friday
evening and checked into our rooms.  Mine was a single, smoking room with a
king size bed.  Theirs was a suite just across from mine.  After a great
dinner at the hotel restaurant and a drink at the lounge, the three of us
retired for the big event the next day.  Just before sleep I started
thinking about mom again.

   On Saturday we attended the wedding ceremony.  It was a beautiful
affair, and my mother looked absolutely angelic in her cream-colored dress
and matching ribbon holding up her hair.  My father was dressed in his
typical black suit and tie, the same outfit he usually wore to work,
weddings, funerals; you name it.  He had also insisted I put on a suit for
the ceremony, but as soon as we returned to the hotel rooms to freshen up
before the reception, I changed.  Ready to go, I made my way to my parent's
room to check in.

   Upon entering, I was welcomed by the sight of my mother.  She had
changed into a slinky, sequined red dress and matching pumps.  Her dark
brown hair now tumbled down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face.
Some light eye shadow and liner only served to enhance her dark, smoky
eyes. And her lips were full and luscious below her small nose and high
cheekbones.  Most women went through series of plastic surgeries to get
what my mother had naturally.  But as beautiful as my mother's face was,
her pendulous, D-cup tits were beyond description!  They seemed to beg
release in the form fitting dress, and the cleavage was substantial enough
to give any guy an instant hard-on.  I wasn't sure if she had a bra on or
not cause her tits jiggled as she walked.

   My father was still in his black suit but had decided to change his tie.
All he needed was one glance at me through the mirror, and he was on my
ass.

   "Is that what you're wearing?" he asked.  Without waiting for a
response, he yelled to my mother, all the while continuing to fix his tie
in the mirror.  "Carol," he said referring to my mother, whose name was
Caroline.  "do you see what your son is wearing?" he added.

   My mother rushed to me from their bedroom, as if to save me from the big
bad wolf.  "Jason, leave him alone.  Kids now-a-days don't dress up
anymore," she said reaching over and adjusting the collar of my blue polo
shirt.  Standing in the suite's living room with her, I noticed that her
tits were only inches from my face, and I couldn't resist glancing down at
them.  "You like my necklace?" she whispered.  Her question interrupted my
thoughts as I looked up at her and wondering if Dad had heard her in the
next room?  She was staring at me and smiling.  Flustered, I glanced down
at her necklace to find a sparkling, red teardrop pendant that hung low
enough to settle into the crease of her glistening cleavage.  I looked back
at her and smiled a little smile.

   "Yeah," was all I could muster.

   "Jesus, Carol," my father cut in, "at least make him tuck that shirt
in," he added obviously annoyed at my mom for coming to my defense.

   "He looks fine," my mother said once again as she winked and returned to
her make-up.  Finished with his tie, my father turned and stared at me once
again.

   "A polo shirt, kakis and tennis shoes," he said disgustedly.  "Jesus. 
When I was your age, I was always in a suit and tie, just as you see me
now," he added and walked into the bathroom.

   "Am I looking fine Darling?" Mom asked dad

   "Not bad, Mrs.  Ritt!" he said from the bathroom "You still have what it
takes to make them hard!" he added.  I glanced one last time at my mother
before leaving their room.  She was applying lip liner to her already
pouty, beautiful lips.  The thought of getting back at my father by fucking
his wife sent pre-come oozing from my cock.

   As we entered the reception hall, all eyes turned to stare at mom.  The
expression of desire on every man's face was priceless, as was the look of
envy in every woman.  We found some seats near friends of mom and dad, and
as always, I was immediately bored stiff.  There were a few hot women, but
none could hold a candle to my mother.  Like every man at our table, my
eyes kept returning to her cleavage.  Her tits, at times, seemed ready to
pop out, and every man seemed to be holding their breath anxiously awaiting
the moment.  Every man, that is, except for my father.  He immediately
started downing highballs and talking about the state of world affairs,
particularly the world economy.

   My mother's favorite drink was wine, and she wasted no time ordering her
usual glass of merlot.  I, on the other hand, stuck with beer.  As we ate,
everybody made conversation except for me.  A few people tried to talk to
me, but I kept the conversations short.  Once dinner was over, the tables
were cleared and the lights were dimmed.  The band moved from soft jazz to
a funky blues tune.  It was the signal to start dancing.  The floor crowded
quickly as my mother begged my father to dance.  Like always, he simply
continued his conversation as if he hadn't even heard her.  She suddenly
turned to another man and said, "Come on, let's dance," she said as she
pulled him to the dance floor.

   Soon the song ended, and many people returned to their tables. 
Meanwhile, my mother found another dance partner, and another, and another.
The entire time, her empty wine glass was constantly refilled.

   By nightfall, my father had rolled up his sleeves and was engaged in
heated debates with other men.  Five empty highball glasses surrounded him,
as his speech began to slur and his eyes began to turn bloodshot.  My
mother, too, seemed to look like she was getting a strong buzz on, as her
eyes glazed over and her giggles increased.  Each time she'd return to the
table panting, as she sipped on her drink and rested momentarily.  Her
sweaty tits looked marvelous.  I had been slowly nursing one drink after
another to keep me feeling good, but rationale.  At around eleven p.m., the
band played only the third slow song of the night, and not wanting to waste
it, my mother grabbed my hand to the floor.  Her eyes rolled as we wandered
past my dad, who didn't even notice us in his pontificating.  She led us
into the middle of the crowded dance floor pressed herself against me as
our bodies began swaying to the melody.Her heavy-lidded, yet sparkling,
eyes looked deep into mine as she smiled and said, "You're bored aren't
you?"

   "It's that obvious?" I asked doing my best to sound disinterested in the
wedding.  Truthfully, I could have stayed there all night if we could dance
like this the whole time!

   "It's that obvious!" she said and giggled.  Her arms pulled me tighter,
as her tits pushed up against my chest.  "It's just as well," she added,
"We should wrap things up anyway by the look of your father."

   I yawned intentionally to feign my boredom.  "You know, mom," I began.
"You're having such a good time, and I'm bored out of my mind, so why don't
I take dad back to your room?  He'll be out in no time, and I'm bushed
myself.  You shouldn't stop having fun because of that asshole."

   "Ryan!" my mother gasped, "don't call your father that!" Then she
relaxed and her smile returned.  "You'd do that for me, honey?  You'd do
that for mommy?"

   "Sure," I responded.

   "Thanks, honey," she replied.  "That would be great!" she added as the
slow song came to an end.  As we separated, she said, "I'm gonna get
another drink.  Wanna join me?"

   "Nah," I replied, "I think it's time for Dad and me to head up."

   "Okay," she said.  "Thanks again," she added.  "Oh...and honey?" she
called.  I turned back to her to hear her say, "I owe you one!" She smiled.
And my cock twitched.

   As she made her way to the bar, I helped dad gather himself.  His
captive audience seemed relieved as I put his arm around my shoulder and
led him to the elevators.  Once on our floor, I was struck by an idea,
worth millions.  I led dad directly to my room.  He was so drunk that he
didn't even notice as I dumped him on my bed.  He was snoring within
seconds.  I did him the favor of taking his shoes off and throwing the
comforter over his slumped body, but not before grabbing his room's key
card.  He was snoring loudly now, as I whispered, "Sweet dreams dad," and
shut the door.

   In my mom and dad's room, I stripped naked and threw my clothes under
the bed.  My cock was semi-hard when I noticed a pair of underwear crumpled
on the floor.  She must've changed her underwear when she changed for the
reception.  I grabbed it and inhaled.  The musky scent brought me to full
staff as I gently stroked my cock.  I licked the heavy-scented panties and
almost came.  I threw them down and decided to crawl into bed.  I laid in
bed for what seemed like hours.

   At around one thirty in the morning, I heard the elevator bell, and my
mother's voice saying her goodbye to neighboring partygoers.  As her voice
neared the door, I was stricken with a sense of panic.  I realized that I
had no Plan B!  What if my mother discovered me immediately?  What would I
say?  What would I do?  Before I could think, the door lock unlocked, and I
swung around with my back to the door.  The covers were nearly over my
head. I had left the smaller, bathroom light turned on, and now, I could
see her shadow moving across the wall, as she entered and shut the door.

   "Phew!" she said.  "That family of yours sure knows how to party!" she
added.  Her shadow disappeared as her distant voice came from the bathroom.
"I can't remember the last time I danced so much!" she said as she returned
and began to strip.  In her intoxicated state, she thought the body that
lay sleeping on bed was her husband's.  I watched as her shadow disrobed
removing first the dress, followed by her bra and finally her panties.  My
rod was as hard as steel and oozing pre-come as I watched her shadow
squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples.  "I'm so horny, I could fuck a
football team," she slurred, as she turned off the light and crawled into
bed.  Immediately, she slithered up to me and rubbed her breasts against my
back.  I could feel her bush against my skin as she rubbed a leg over my
backside.  Her hand reached down and found my hard cock.  "Oh my," she
whispered.  "What do we have here?" she said as she stroked my cock slowly
and kissed my shoulder.  "Hmmm," she moaned and disappeared under the
covers.  Moments later, my mother slipped my cock into her mouth!  She
still believed I was dad, as she tried to suck my cock right off!  I
couldn't help let a moan escape as I took a chance and turned onto my back.
I held my mother's head through the covers as it bobbed up and down on my
cock.  I was thankful that my dad and I had similar builds.  I was also
hoping we had similar cocks.  My mother seemed not to notice that it was
her son's cock she was devouring, as I moaned once again.

   Suddenly, she shifted around into a sixty-nine and dropped her soaked
pussy onto my face!  "Eat me, my boss.  I need relief!" she begged.  I
stared at my mother's pussy as it glistened inches above me.  Before I
could stick my tongue out, she lowered it even further, smothering me with
it.  As I French-kissed her nether lips, I dipped my tongue into her juicy
hole savoring the sweet nectar of my mother's pussy.  "Ugh!" she groaned
loudly.  "Oh, yes...that's it sir, lick my pussy!" she whispered loudly, as
she moved her pussy back and forth across my tongue.  I grabbed her ass and
spread the cheeks as I licked and nibbled her clit.  I gently shoved the
tip of my index finger into the opening of her asshole as I continued to
lick.  She wailed, "Ah!!!!" and increased her sucking motion on my cock. 
Her blowjob was fantastic, one of the best I have ever had, and I feared
coming too soon.  I increased my attack on her slit as I twirled the tip of
my finger around inside her asshole.

   "Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!  That feels so fucking good!!!".  She gasped a
moment before adding, "When did you become an ass man?" And, she resumed
sucking my dick.  Her hands massaged my balls as her tongue swirled around
the head and sucked any pre-come that bubbled forth.  I was getting close
-" very close.  My balls rose into my scrotum, and sensing this, my mother
stopped.

   She'd had enough foreplay and suddenly turned around.  "Fuck me, Jason,
fuck me please!" she begged breathlessly.  For a moment, I panicked.  I
fully expected her to recognize me and leap off of my cock in shock. 
Luckily for me, the alcohol she had consumed and the darkness helped
conceal my identity, as she impaled herself on my rigid rod. 
"Ugh...yes...that...feels good!" she gasped steadying herself with her
hands on my stomach as she rose up and down on my cock. 
"Mmmm!!!....oh!!!!" was all she muttered as she increased her pumping
action.  Every time she rose, she'd use her pussy muscles to squeeze my
cock!  Man, this woman could fuck!!!  I found that I was losing control
quickly as my hips rose up to meet her every thrust.

   Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed me.  Her tongue demanded entry into
my mouth as it twirled with my tongue.  I kept my eyes open and prayed that
she'd keep her eyes closed.  But they opened.  And in the mist of pumping
up and down on my cock and sucking on my tongue, my mother recognized the
fact that it was not her husband she was fucking, but her son!  She broke
the kiss and screamed, "Oh my God!" while subconsciously continuing to pump
up and down on my cock.  "Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!" she repeated
as her pumping stopped.  Sensing that she was about to leap off of me, I
did the first thing that came to mind and flipped us over so that she was
beneath me in a missionary position, the act causing us to detach.  Without
hesitating, I easily slipped my engorged cock back inside her.  She let out
a small moan before looking up at me.  "What...What are you doing?" she
asked.  She perhaps realised by now that I was not her husband.  Her eyes
wide and her tone one of bewilderment, but she had made no attempt to pull
my cock from inside her.

   "Mom, please don't be mad...please!" I said in an intentionally pleading
voice, but all the while, I slowly and deliberately kept my cock moving,
ever so slowly, in and out of her.  "I've wanted to fuck you for so long!"
I said.  "I dreamed of this moment!  I've lost count of how many times I've
jacked off thinking about you!" My cock continued it's very slow but
deliberate movement.

   "But...but...your Father.  Oh my God!  Your father!!!" she yelled.

   "Don't worry!" I whispered and hushed her with an index finger to her
lips, the same index finger that had been in her asshole!  "Dad is out
cold! I dumped him off in my bed!" I added.

   Upon hearing that, her mouth gaped open.  "You little fuck!  " she
whispered loudly.  "You planned this, didn't you?" she asked.  For a
second, I could have sworn her lips turned up into a smile.

   I couldn't resist a smile myself.  "It's...better...than...I...dreamed,"
I gasped as I massaged a breast and tweaked a nipple.  She closed her eyes
and shook her head from left to right.

   "No...no....no," she pleaded, "this isn't right.  You're fucking your
own mother!  It's not right!"

   "Says who, Mom?" I snapped back!

   "Says...everyone...that's who!" she responded.

   "Fuck everyone!" I said, now slamming my hips in to her!

   "But...hmmph...we can't...hmmph....hmmph," she grunted with each thrust.

   "Tell me this doesn't feel good, mom?" I asked.  My fingers pinching her
thick nipple as I continued slamming into her.  "Tell me!" I screamed!

   "Hmmph...hmmph...hmmph," she grunted but said nothing.  Her eyes
remained closed.

   "Then how can something so good be so wrong, mom?" I whispered.

   Her eyes opened.  "But...your...hmmph...fath...er," she whispered and
looked into my eyes.

   I slowed my movement down and gently kissed her.  My thumb rubbed gently
across her nipple, as she gazed into my eyes.  I kissed her again, and this
time, I felt her tongue pressing against my lips.  I opened my mouth and
accepted my mother's tongue.  We French-kissed passionately, as I increased
my tempo again.

   The kiss broke and my mother moaned, "Oh, honey...hmmph...this is so
wrong but it...hmmph...feels so good," she said.  "Your father never filled
me like this...hmmph," she added.  Her hips began to move in time with
mine, as I began to massage her tit again.  "Oh...," she moaned again and
then whispered, "fuck me, son!"

   And with those words, the taboo was broken.  My mother and I fucked with
abandonment!  I plowed into her as she met my every thrust!

   "Say it again, mom!" I said breathlessly!  "I wanna hear it again!"

   "Ugh...ugh...ugh...fuck me!" she said.  "Fuck...hmmph...your mommy, son!
Ugh..fuck me good and hard!  Hmmph!  She wrapped her legs around my back
and her arms around my neck.

   "Ugh!" I screamed.  "I'm getting close, mom," I said closing my eyes and
concentrating on fucking my mother.

   "Yeah, baby, come for mommy!" she whispered.  "Let mommy feel your come,
honey!  Mommy's....  ugh...ugh...gonna come....too!!!"

   "Ugh....ugh...ugh!!!!" I moaned as my final thrust slammed into her and
held my cock buried deep into her.  My cock began to twitch.  "Ugh!!!!!!!!"
I moaned, my toes curling.

   "Ahhhh!!!!  Yes!....I'm coming!!!!" my mother screamed with me as her
pussy spasmed around my cock.  "Mommy can feel you coming!  Ah!!!!!"

   My cock continued to twitch inside of her as shot after shot of come
blasted into her!  My hand squeezed her breast tightly as our open mouths
locked onto one another.  Our tongues dancing frantically, as slobber ran
down my mother's chin.  Her sweaty hair plastered against her forehead as
her cheeks turned rosy with her orgasm.

   At last, the orgasms subsided as I slumped over my mother.  Our tongues
continued to caress each other, as my mother moaned into my mouth.  "Mmmm,"
she moaned and then breaking the kiss.  "Oh, honey, that was fucking
incredible!" she whispered.

   I kissed her again and said, "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?"

   I slowed down my pace and reluctantly pulled out.  Her pussy making a
squishing noise as my cock plopped out.  She grinned and said, "Oh my god.
My pussy only does that when it's been well fucked!"

   "So we can do this again?" I asked.

   "OH, no not again never,"

   "But why?" I asked

   "I am not your fuck slave.  I am still your mother and you are still my
son."

   "Don't tell me what you did was something you have not enjoyed"

   "Enjoying doesn't change the legality of the situation.  There's a
definite possibility we could end up in jail and we might never see one
another again."

   "We can..." I tried to say something but she stopped me half way.

   "Your father wakes up around five in the morning and it's three
already!" She said.  "Get out of here and go back to your room!  You better
have a story for your father in case he asks you why he was in your room. I
don't think he'd like it if you told him 'because I was in your room
fucking mom'!"

   "Okay, okay!" I replied as I retrieved my clothes from under the bed and
dressed.  She watched me as I waved and left the room.  The door shut with
a thud.

   /\/\-/\/\-/\/\



   Once we were back from the wedding I had no opportunity to get close to
mom.  She surely was avoiding to be alone with me.  But then luck smiled
again on me.  After three days father left for a weeklong business trip
leaving me and mom alone in the house.  By now I was aware that mom was not
happy in her marriage.  While Dad had climbed the ladder of success and
enjoyed every minute of it, mom was left to take care of the homestead, to
raise me, and to play the perfect Wife and Mother.  Dad had ever asked her
what she wanted.  What were her aspirations?  What did she want out of
life? Sure, her husband's success had given her more wealth than she could
ever have imagined.  But she wanted more.  Of course, she wanted to feel
the arms of a strong, caring man holding her.  But most of all she needed
-" someone to satiate her incredible hunger for sex.

   After dinner Mom sat to watch TV in the sitting room.  This was my big
chance.  I went to the counter, poured two glasses of Merlot, and headed
towards her.  I gave one to her and said, "Cheers!"

   She said, "Cheers!" as I sat down next to her on the couch.

   "You know mom, most women your age start to sag but you still look
great."

   "What's going on here --?" She said, "Ryan, is that a way to talk to
your mother?"

   "You have beautiful breasts: is it terrible that I tell you?"

   "It's not terrible and I'm flattered but you should be telling these
things to the girls you go out with not to me."

   "I don't want those girls anymore.  I don't really find them attractive
any more.  I want a woman - like you mom.  I just don't feel that with
those girls."

   "Give it time baby: you'll find that woman."

   "I already have; it's you mom.  You have a body any man would want to
make love to.  Why wouldn't I want to touch this beautiful breast?"

   "Honey this isn't appropriate."

   "There are girls who flirt with me and I know I could get with them, but
it's you I want, mom.  Is that plain enough?"

   "Ryan we have to talk to someone about this; we can get you help so you
won't feel this way."

   "Why talk with someone mom?  This is just between us.  No one else needs
to know." I told her "We have to work this out between us."

   Mom was somewhat surprised at my shrewdness.  "Can we?" she asked.

   "Of course." I said and tugged at hugged her "Do you love me?"

   "Yes.  Of course -- you know that."

   "And I love you too, mom." I said, "Everything else will fall into
place."

   I slid a hand up her waist and cupped her breast, trying to hold all of
it in my hand, but unable to.  mom was surprised but she was not stopping
me.

   "Do you like it when I do that?" I asked

   She smiled and nodded.  "Yes."

   "Then let's take it from there and see what happens." I brushed my thumb
over her hard nipple.

   "This isn't right, you know." Mom said as she looked up at me.

   "Lots of things aren't right -- depending on who you ask.  But if no one
else knows then we don't have to explain." I assured her.

   This logic of mine was enough to placate mom, and she held onto my
shoulders and laid her head on my upper chest.  I slid my hand up to her
breast and cupped it, rubbing her hard nipple.

   "Doesn't that thing ever rest." mom smirked as she looked down at my
crotch then up at me.

   "Not when you're around." I laughed.

   She laughed too and moved her hips, rubbing against my hard cock.  "It's
not just you, you know...  I feel the same." she whispered.

   "Huh...?" I gently pushed her back and gave her a long look.

   Mom blushed and lowered her eyes from my gaze.  She rested her head on
my shoulder again.  "You son of a...  you made me wet..." she whispered
into my ear.

   Her words were like a jolt of electricity to my cock, and I clutched her
tighter in astonishment.  Mom turned her head up to me, realizing how her
admission had taken me aback.  She looked up at me, almost laughing.

   "Did you think it was just you who was this turned-on?" she asked.

   Mom gave a pensive look and quickly reached down to unbuttoned her
pajama bottoms.  She took my hand in hers and thrust it inside.  I could
feel the soft curve of her stomach.  As my hand moved below to her softer
part, my fingertips slid over mother's wet lips.  To my shock her pussy was
shaven recently.

   "You shaved your pussy?"

   "Not for you" replied mom.

   "Doesn't matter, You feel so good..." I said.

   She held me tightly as I continued to rub her.  She let out a sharp gasp
as my finger slipped in her and she gave me a slightly dazed look,
overwhelmed by passion.

   "Is this okay?" I asked as my finger slipped in her deeper.

   "Better than okay." she replied in a husky voice.

   I gripped her hip tighter as I began working my finger in and out of
her. I felt her juice run down my finger towards my wrist and I increased
my pace.  My mom Carol clutched my shoulder harder, her nails digging into
my flesh as she pressed her chin into my chest, moaning.  Soon I could hear
the slapping sound of my palm against her and she gripped my finger
tighter.

   "Oh god..." she cried out as her nails dug into my shoulder "Oh god,
honey..."

   Suddenly I felt her body grow rigid as she held onto me.  She gripped my
finger even harder and I pushed it in deep one last time and held it there,
waiting for her to release it.  Once she relaxed I slid out from her and
placed my hand on her bare hip.  I looked down and discovered that her
pajama bottoms had slid down towards her thighs.  I surveyed the flare of
her hips and bald part of her pussy.

   "Ohh mom...  let me kiss your eyes and put my face in your sweet
smelling hair.  Mother, give me your mouth again...  tell me how it feels."

   "You make your mother feel loved.  Ryan your hands feel so good on
me.Yes...  take my dress off sweetie but no more."

   "Mom, your legs are so smooth and your thighs are like silk."

   "Oh Ryan, it feels like electricity going through me.  Your hands
gliding inside my thighs so close...  so close...  ohh...yes it feels good
with your hand in my bra...can you feel how hard mother's nipple is love?
Oh yes...  I want you to suck on it...that's it; just pull my bra down
baby...here, suck on mommy's tit like you used to."

   "Oh mom, I'm so hard for you.  Look at what you do to me.  Please put
your hand in and just hold my cock.  Ohh that's it...  yes mom, hold my
balls in your warm hand.  Yes...  Mmmm...  your nipples are so long and
hard and I love the fine green veins I can see on your tits.  Oh mom I have
to feel my body on yours: please take off your panties."

   'Yes sweet love but just to hold each other...just t hold...And
touch...ohhh...  Ryan.  I feel how hard your cock is for mommy...  yes it
feels good when you touch my cunt that way.  Can you feel how wet your
mother is for you?  Mommy's cunt is so wet for her boy.  Yes baby yes... 
Leave your finger there...ohhhh...mommy's so exhausted, come to momma's
room so we can lie down."

   Kissing and cuddling went for sometime and it changed her mood a lot.

   "Its so nice being held and touched by my boy like this.  I love having
your strong arms around me.  It makes me feel safe.  I love what your hands
and fingers do to me baby and I love your cock.  I didn't know it was so
big.  I can hardly close my hand around it.  I know I shouldn't but I want
it.  How can I want my own son's cock...but I do.  I want to kiss it, and
lick it, and taste it."

   "Yes mom do it, do it for me, put your sons cock in your mouth.  Ohh mom
your tongue is so hot...  yes mom, lick it like that."

   "Oh Ryan you taste and smell so good to me.  I love all of you but maybe
you should call me Carol for tonight."

   "No mom I want you.  I've been aching for my mother- not Carol.  And
tonight, I'm going to be in my mother.  My mother's mouth, my mother's
cunt. I'm proud to have a mother who loves her son enough to give him what
he needs-no matter what others may think.

   "Oh baby you're right.  For tonight, I don't care.  I'll be your lover,
I'll be your cunt, I'll be anything you want.  Yes baby, give mommy that
huge cock.  All I can think about is stuffing it into my mouth...Mmmmm..."

   "Oh mom your sucking me so good...  yes.blow me...suck me
mom...ohh...I'm fucking my mother's mouth...oh mom I can't wait...ohh I'm
gonna come...  aaahhhhhh.  Oh mom so good...so good...  but I didn't mean
to come in your mouth.  I'm sorry mom."

   "Don't be sorry love.  I wanted you to come in my mouth.  I wanted to
taste my man's cum and swallow it.  I would do anything to please you. 
Sweet cock...  let me clean you off with my mouth...Mmmmm..."

   "Fuck, that was un-fucking-believable, Mom!" I said.  "You love my cum,
don't you?"

   Mom was too horny to answer my question.  Instead, she peeled her pussy
lips apart and said, "I need you to fuck me right now, Ryan!" Her
glistening lips opened in invitation to her son's cock.  "Please!  Get hard
again for Mommy, Ryan!" she teased, hoping to accelerate my return to
hardness.

   A hand rubbed her pussy as another pinched a stiff nipple.  She slipped
a finger into her pussy and continued, "Mommy's all wet for you!  Mommy's
pussy is hungry for her son's big, stiff cock!" Her finger continued
slipping in and out of her pussy.  I stroked my cock back to hardness, and
in no time, found it stiff and oozing pre-cum.  I leaned forward and placed
my hands on either side of my mother's head and kissed her.  Her mouth
opened as my tongue coiled around hers.  My newly hardened cock slid easily
into her warm, wet pussy.

   "Mmmm!" she moaned as my cock sunk all the way to its base.  I slowly
pulled back before driving it back deeply.  I reached up and grabbed a
handful of my mother's breast, pinching the nipple hard.  "Ugh!!!" mom
moaned again, as my head settled itself next to hers.  Her mouth kissed my
neck as she whispered in my ear.  "That big cock is a weapon.  Yes baby
that's it ohh.ohh...its...  easy...  yes ohh.  You're in mommy's cunt... 
yes...  slowly...yes baby fuck your mother...  fuck your mother good...fuck
my pussy...  oh its so wet for Ryan's cock...Ryan's beautiful huge cock is
in Carol's pussy...Ryan's cock is in his mothers cunt.  Keep fucking me
Ryan don't stop...don't stop fucking me.  Fuck me harder.  Fuck me
harder...I'm your cunt...your cunt...baby, baby...it's for you...Ryan,
Ryan, Ryan ohhhhhhhh..."

   "I'm coming in you mom I'm coming in your cunt mom...  mom..."

   Mom groaned in pleasure as her pussy contracted around my cock.  "Yes
come with mommy...  yes shoot all your cum up into mommy's cunt...  yes
it's so hot...  I feel you...fill me with your cum...cum for mommy...  fill
me with your big cock all the way up into me...so far up in me.  Yessss...
Harder, harder, harder...  make me come...  only your cock...make
me...ohhhh son...  so good...so good"

   finally my orgasm ended, and I stared at mom.  She grinned as I leaned
forward to kiss her.  We kissed long and hard before she broke the kiss to
catch her breath, whispering, "Would you like to come into mommy's bedroom
and fuck her all night long?"

   I stood up and said, "Lead the way."

   She smiled and rose, taking hold of me by my cock and leading me toward
the bedroom she shared with her husband.  Once we were settled in the bed ,
we talked some.

   "Mom that was so good.  I can't believe this is going to have to last me
a lifetime but I promised it would be for only one night.  I'll keep my
word: no matter how hard it will be not to touch you...not to make love to
you...but I'll do it."
"Oh my good boy: you promised - but I didn't.  This is your place now,
tonight and every night- in my bed, in my mouth, in my cunt...  in my

heart."

   "Can I ask you something?"

   "Of course," she answered.

   "Why no more kids?"

   "What?" mom replied somewhat confused.

   "Why don't I have any brothers or sisters?  Why did you and dad not have
any more kids?"

   My question awoked some painful memories.  "After you were born, honey,
I got pregnant again but the child was stillborn.  It affected your
father...changed him.  He became an introvert with me, almost seeming to
'blame' me, or something, without ever outright saying it.  He swore that
we would have no more children.  "

   "But you?  You...wanted more?"

   Mom lowered her head and shrugged.  "I wouldn't have minded more," she
whispered and looked back up at me with eyes misty.

   "Why didn't you just pull one over him?" I asked.

   Her eyes grew teary and a single tear ran down her cheek, as she
whispered, "Your father forced me to get my tubes tied.  I can't have any
more children.  I haven't been able to for a long, long time."

   This revelation made my mind numb as i had no idea that my father could
force mom into doing something I knew she did not want to do.  "Fucking
asshole!" I screamed in disgust.  "He didn't even give you a choice, did
he?"

   "Honey, it's just as well," Mom said quickly trying to defuse the moment
as she wiped her tear, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards herself. 
"Look how little time he spent with you!  It would have been like that with
all the children!" she added, keeping her emotions in tact.  "I feel guilty
enough for his mistreatment of you, honey.  More children would've simply
made things worse for everybody."

   I stared at my beautiful mother and hugged her tightly.  Just as I felt
the another erection building, the telephone on the bedside table rang. 
Mom's eyes shot open, momentarily disoriented by the sound.  Realizing it
was the phone, she reached over and answered it.  "Hello?"

   "Carol?" My father's voice came from the other end of the phone.

   "Jason!" she said in surprise, rising on to her elbows for support.

   "You awake?  What time is it over there?" he asked.

   Mom struggled to glanced at the clock radio, she replied, "almost
midnight,"

   "You okay?"

   "Uhm, yeah, I'm fine.  Just a bit under the weather is all,"

   "Is the caterer all set for the party?"

   "No, I haven't had a chance to call yet"

   "Jesus, Carol!!" I heard my father screaming into the phone.  "how
important this is for me?"

   "Don't worry.  I'll take care of it!" mom replied

   "Well, you better, Carol.  You know how I feel about these shitty
parties.  I don't want anything to go wrong!  We have..."

   "I know, I know!!" she said, raising her own voice, her Italian accent
more noticeable because of her anger.  "Don't worry!!  I'll take care of it
tomorrow!!" She added, caressing me and grinning at me.

   "Fine, fine!" dad replied, ready to move on to the next topic and
itching to get off the phone.

   "How's Ryan?"

   "He's fine," Carol replied, again grinning at me.  "You know," she
added, "he's really quite responsible.  You just don't see it.  He's
looking after his mother quite well!"

   "Responsible?  The boy has no meaning of the word!" dad said.

   "You know," Dad screamed into the phone again, "it's because you let him
do whatever he wants that he's so irresponsible..."

   "Jason," mom rudely interrupted, "is there anything else?"

   Dad fumed into the phone but said nothing for a few seconds.  Then, he
simply whispered, "No...no, I'm gonna get going, I..."

   "Fine," Carol interrupted again.  "Call from the airport."

   "Fine," he replied annoyed at his wife's attitude and simply ended the
conversation, "Bye."

   "Bye." Carol said and hung up the phone, noticing the caller ID read
'Amsterdam Call' when Jason was supposed to be in London.

   "What was that all about?" I asked, crawling up and over her.

   "Fuck him," Carol said, her anger growing.  "Come fuck me, son.  Fuck
your father's wife!!" She hissed grabbing my semi-hard cock and rubbing it
across her slit momentarily before slipping it into her pussy.  The warm,
moist sensation caused my cock to grow fully hard in the pussy as I settled
myself atop her and began moving it in and out.

   We fucked silently, as mom wrapped her legs around my back and locked
her ankles, pulling me into her.  She closed her eyes and grinned in
satisfaction.



   /\/\-/\/\-/\/\



   Mom and I continued our unbridled lust for each other until father
returned home, exhausted and grumpy.  That night, I listened and
masturbated, as father fucked mom.  To my delight mom was nowhere as vocal
and engaged as she was with me.  Dad grunted and groaned until he shot his
load into his wife and then drifted off to sleep.

   The following day was the day of the big party.  Mom looked stunning in
a one-piece black sleeveless Armani dress that came down to just above her
knees.  Much to my disappointment, the dress was cut high around the neck,
showing no cleavage whatsoever, but it was very snug; thus, showed off her
ample breasts quite nicely.  Moderate, 3-inch spiked heels finished her
attire.  Her hair and make-up was similar in style to that of the wedding
reception a couple weeks earlier.  Her dark brown hair tumbled loosely to
her shoulders.  Overall, her make-up was applied very lightly, with the
exception of heavy and dark ruby lipstick and lip liner.  Her eye liner had
also gone on a bit heavier than normal, bringing out her smoky, dark eyes
and contrasting her shimmering white smile!  I loved what I perceived as a
"come fuck me" look whenever she made herself up.  But the beauty of it -"
and what made her even more attractive to men -" was that she was totally
oblivious to it, believing that she did not possess these stunning
qualities, only usually found among rare natural beauties!

   I had put on a suit, which made dad to remark that perhaps there was
hope for me, yet.  Mom had winked and smiled at me after Dad's wise-ass
remark.  After running down the details of the night with the leader of the
five person musical ensemble, I found myself wandering outside to where the
valet attendants were huddled.  Then I saw my dad's secretary, Cindy!  Dad
doesn't go anywhere or do anything without her.  The twenty-four year old
Administrative Assistant looked incredible!  Her blonde hair was full of
golden locks that cascaded down to her mid-back, its dark roots betraying
her faux color.  The five foot, two inch young woman stood three inches
taller due to black stiletto pumps covering her tiny feet.  Natural hose
made her golden tanned legs look incredibly sexy as they traveled up under
an extremely tight black skirt that ended at mid-thigh.  Her fake breasts
were plump and pert, showing a gapped cleavage under a black sleeveless
blouse with steep neckline.  Over the blouse, she sported a short jacket to
match the skirt, buttoned just enough to give hints to what lay beneath it.
Her small, brown eyes gave the impression of someone who was always
thinking, always conniving.  But her mascara gave them life as her
eyelashes fluttered while she spoke.

   "Hi Ryan!!" Cindy said with fake politeness.

   "Hey," was all I could say in return

   "My, my, you look more like your father each day!" Cindy added, winking.

   "If its a compliment then thank you."

   "Let's catch up later tonight, okay?" she smiled

   "Sure," I replied,

   Cindy turned and walked into the home as I glanced at the line of cars
piling in the driveway.  I had long suspected that Cindy was fucking Dad,
and the thought of what it would do to my mom, should she find out, made me
despise dad and his secretary.  I made my way into the house where the
party was now in full swing.  I glanced at mom who stood gazing at Cindy
making a fool of herself, obviously flirting and trying to impress her
boss.

   "You okay?" I asked mom.

   Mom stared at her husband and Cindy for another long second before
turning and rolling her eyes.  "Of 'course!" She said, with no feeling.  "I
need a drink!" She added moving away.

   The time was ripe to loose myself in the crowd, as the party got into
full swing.  After some time the evening wound down, the older partygoers
began to head home, leaving the thirty and forty something crowd to pick up
the tempo.  The orchestra had kicked it up a notch, moving into lighter
contemporary classical pieces from the likes of Copland and Mahler.  I
wandered aimlessly through the crowd, and stood next to the buffet table.
My gaze came to Cindy, who had removed the conservative jacket to show off
her sweaty cleavage.  My eyes moved from her breasts to her eyes, which met
my stare.  She smiled wickedly, knowing I was staring at her breasts.  I
ignored her and continued looking around the room.  Just then, mom came up
smiling at me.  Her eyes were glazed over, showing the effects of a strong
buzz.  In front of the bartender, she spoke.  "Ryan, honey, I promised your
dad's colleague, John whats his name, a bottle of the San Greggorio wine I
love so much," she said.  "I want to show that wine snob that the southern
Italians can make good wine, too!" she continued, nearly slurring her
words. Then she added, "Won't you be a dear and come help your mother find
it, please?"

   I glanced briefly at the bartender who was listening and gazing
lustfully at mom.  The bartender noticed my stare and turned immediately
away.  I looked at mother, who was still gazing lustfully into my eyes. 
"Sure, mom," I whispered, "lead the way!"

   Jointly we exited the main party room and made our way down to the
basement, which led to the two thousand bottle, temperature-controlled, oak
wine cellar.  The odd thing was that mother was turning off each light
behind us as I turned on each new light ahead of her.  At the cellar door,
I walked into the pitch-black room ahead of mom.  I turned on the light,
thinking this one would remain on.  But once again mother turned the light
off and then shut the door to the cellar, throwing it into complete
darkness save for a sliver of light coming from the basement stair well and
into the cellar through a small window built into the cellar and which
looked out into the rest of the vast basement.  Dad had installed the
window for emergencies, in case anyone ever locked themselves in the room
accidentally.  Mom sauntered up to me and kissed me hotly.  Her tongue
danced in my mouth as she rubbed her body shamelessly against me.  Breaking
the kiss, she said hoarsely, "I'm so horny, darling.  Mommy needs to feel
you inside her, again!" She turned, raised her dress to her waist and bent
over, supporting herself against a wine rack.  "Hurry, baby!  We can't be
gone long!!" She had flipped her hair and turned to stare back at me,
running her fingers through her pussy lips.

   Hurriedly I unzipped my pants and fished out my hardening cock.  Mom
licked her lips and groaned as she felt the head of my cock along her slit.
"Mmmm," she moaned, adding, "don't tease me baby!  Please!!  Stick your
cock inside mommy's pussy!!"

   Just as My cock had fully hardened, and I was about to drive it into
her, we heard laughter from the basement stairs.  Instinctually, we froze.
Even though the lights in the wine cellar were off and the door was shut,
our hearts were suddenly beating wildly.  We gazed at the basement staires
through the window of the wine cellar.  Leaning slightly away from the
window, so that our bodies were mostly out of sight, we peered through the
sparkling clean glass.  I was behind mom, with my arms around her waist, as
my half hardening cock nudged her backside.

   "Shhhh!" whispered mom, upon feeling my cock against her asscheek.  I
was amused at this as if my cock touching her would announce our presence!
Suddenly, through the bottom of the basement stairs, Dad and his secretary,
Cindy, appeared, giggling and laughing as Dad nuzzled her neck and felt her
breasts.

   We remained in the dark, letting the light from the basement stair well
light our way.  "Over here!" dad slurred, as he led Cindy to a huge,
commercial-style, stainless steel table.  The spotless table held Cindy as
she laid back upon its cold metal and squealed at the sudden feeling!

   "Shhhh!" dad said, laughing, "or my wife will catch me!!" he said
slurring his words.  "She'll make fucking sausage out of me!" He said,
sarcastically.  He struggled to maintain his balance, as he unzipped his
fly, watching Cindy pull her dress up and release her tits from the
restraint of her push-up bra.  Panting, she ripped her frilly panties clean
off to reveal a clean-shaven pussy, except for a tiny patch just above her
clit.  Jason stroked his cock as he watched Cindy massage a breast with one
hand and run her other hand through her pussy as she gazed lustfully at her
boss and spoke.

   "Hurry, baby!  I'm so fucking horny!" she whispered.

   "You know what I like to hear, don't ya!  C'mon!  Say it!!" Dad said,
roughly grabbing his secretary by the thighs and slamming his hard cock
into her pussy.

   "Ah!!!!" Cindy groaned from the impact, before coquettishly
accommodating his request.  "Yeah, daddy!  That's it!!  Fuck me with your
big cock!!!  Fuck your little girl hard daddy!!"

   "Daddy?" thought I, as my cock began to harden from the action I was
witnessing and hearing.

   "Mmmm," dad groaned, "you know the game I like, don't you?"

   I couldn't believe my ears, as my father drove his cock into his
secretary's wet pussy.

   "Yeah, daddy!  Yeah!  Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck me hard!!" Cindy gasped,
trying to keep her voice down, as she played with her fake but plump tits.

   I glanced at mom.  In the sliver of light, her eyes were moist as she
quietly and secretly watched her husband fuck his secretary.

   "Mom?" I whispered, concerned.

   "Shhhh!" Mom whispered back, moving her hand back to my cock and
stroking it.  My semi-hard cock quickly hardened, and she rubbed it against
her juicy pussy, signaling to me to continue what we had started.  I
unzipped her dress and freed her braless breasts.  Wrapping my arm around
her and massaging a breast with one hand, I used my other hand to sink my
huge cock slowly into mother.

   "Mmmmph!" Mom groaned quietly, closing her eyes momentarily before
opening them to continue watching her husband and Cindy.

   "Yeah, daddy!  Fuck me!  Fuck your daughter!!!  Slam your big daddy cock
into me!!!" Cindy gasped, urging her boss on as he pounded his cock inside
her.

   "Ugh!!" Dad groaned, growing fatigued but continuing his efforts. 
"Fuck, you're tight tonight.  Been a while, huh?" he grunted between gasps.

   "You're...the...only...man...for...me...daddy!" Cindy gasped, continuing
the game.

   In the cellar, I was now slowly but rhythmically driving my cock in and
out of mother's pussy from behind, as she grunted with each thrust,
continuing to support herself against the rack.  Both of us watched dad and
Cindy fucking through the window.

   "Ah!!!  That's it, baby!!!  Pinch mommy's nipple!!!  Fuck me, honey!! 
Fuck me like your bastard father is fucking his secretary!!!" Mom mumbled a
whisper, her eyes riveted to her husband and his secretary.

   "Fuck!!!" My cock flexed as my orgasm approached.  "I'm getting close,
mom!!"

   In the basement, Cindy strummed her clit as she continued uttering
obscenities and encouragement to her boss.  "Fuck me, Daddy!!!  C'mon,
Daddy!  Fuck me, hard!!  I'm gonna cum, daddy!!  I'm gonna cum all over my
daddy's cock!!" she hissed quietly, arching her back, as her orgasm
approached.

   "Fuck, I'm cumming, mom!!!" I uttered in the cellar.

   "Mmmph!!!" Mom groaned, going over the edge herself.  "Me too, honey!!
Me too!!  Ah!!!!!" She gasped, as I drove into her one last time and held
my cock deep inside her.  "Mmmm!!!!" she gasped, biting her bottom lip to
stifle a scream.

   "I'm cumming, daddy!!!  Yes!  Yes!!  I'm cumming!!!"

   "Ugh!!!" Dad groaned one last time as he drove into his secretary and
shot rope after rope of salty cum into her womb.  "Fuck!!!!  I'm
cum-ming!!!!"

   "Yes, daddy!!!  Cum inside your daughter!!!" Cindy continued with the
game, as her orgasm peaked.  "Ugh!!!  Fuck!!!  I'm cumming!!!" She gasped,
as dad covered her mouth with his to quiet her.

   In the wine cellar, I was slumped over mother, as my cum-covered cock
grew flaccid inside her.  Both of us continued staring at the action beyond
the window, where Dad slowly and reluctantly withdrew his cock from his
secretary's pussy and pulled up his underwear and pants.  Cindy used her
torn panties to wipe her pussy before lowering her dress and placing the
sticky undergarment in her clutch, which she carried everywhere.

   We watched as dad and Cindy cleaned themselves up, before Cindy walked
up the stairs and back to the party.  Father hung around, checking his
watch repeatedly until, after about five minutes, he, too, made his way up
the stairs and back to the party.  Mom broke free from me and straightened
out.  I did the same.  Once we were both tidy, she turned on the light and,
without hesitation, grabbed the wine bottle promised to her friend.

   "I thought you needed help finding that?" I quipped.

   "I lied," mom said, walking toward the door, but stopping first next to
me and adding, "I just needed a good fuck from my son!" She smiled and
kissed me lightly before heading out the door.  I could tell her mood had
changed to one of annoyance and anger that would be directed at her
husband. She looked back at me through the window and smiled before heading
up the stairs.  I waited a few minutes and then retreated back to the
party, which was coming to an end.

   The final guest left the party at around one in the morning, and the
staff began their clean-up efforts.  Mother was making her rounds to each
vendor to make sure payment terms were finalized, while father sat slumped
in a recliner, continuing to drink.  Inspired by the orchestra in
attendance that evening, he had put some classical music on the stereo and
was, now, conducting a phantom orchestra from his seat, an imaginary wand
in his hand, as he waved his arm wildly, mimicking a conductor.

   I watched him with disgust.  My gaze shifted from him to mother.  I was
amazed at how quickly she had sobered up to take control of directing the
end of the party.  I watched as one-by-one, each vendor left: The valet,
the orchestra, and finally the caterer, bartender and wait staff. 
Satisfied that payments were all taken care of, mom walked passed her
husband heading toward the kitchen, throwing him a disgusted look of
contempt.

   "Go to bed, you drunk!" She said in her pleasant accent.  Dad continued
conducting his phantom orchestra and just stared at her annoyingly, as she
walked past.  She walked past me and grinned, tussling my hair and adding,
"Want to help your mother clean up?"

   "Isn't that what cleaning services are for?" I said sarcastically.

   "Yes.  I'm not doing much.  I'm not tired yet, so I just want to pick up
a bit.  C'mon, it's therapeutic.  It gets my mind off of things," she said,
reaching the kitchen sink and shooting a grin back.  "You can start by
helping the drunk bastard over there to bed!!" She added loud enough for
dad to hear.

   "Go to hell!" dad slurred loudly.  "I'm conducting..." he added before
losing his train of thought and waving his imaginary wand.

   "C'mon dad," I said, reaching and helping him up.

   "You did an excellent job with the music, tonight son!  Excellento!!!"
He mumbled as I helped him up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

   I couldn't help recall this same scenario a week or so earlier at the
wedding reception, when I used Dad's intoxicated state to help me seduce
mother.  "Thanks." Upon reaching the master bedroom that mother and father
shared, dad turned and slapped me lightly on the cheek before mumbling,
"Your mother says you're a good boy.  I don't see it, but if she's happy,
then I'm happy!!" he said laughing at himself.  I just stood staring at the
man making a fool of himself.  "So go be a good boy and help your mother!!"
he slurred, gesturing with his hand toward the kitchen; fighting to
maintain his balance.

   "Go to bed, Dad," I simply replied.  Dad turned and stumbled toward the
bed.  He attempted to remove his tie before losing his balance and
collapsing on the bed.  He was out within seconds.



   Back in the kitchen, I began helping mother, as she asked, "How is he?"

   "Out cold.  A fucking earthquake won't wake him!"

   "Good," Mom said matter-of-factly, as she wiped her hands and moved into
my arms.  The house was now empty save for the three family members.  She
kissed me hotly first, before whispering seductively, "mommy wants you to
do her a favor."

   "Oh yeah?" I grunted, returning her kisses and adding, "What's that?"

   Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said, "I want you to fuck mommy up
the ass!"