Saturday morning, bright and early, we were woken by a telephone call, both of us gave out a long groan from the hangovers we sported from the previous night of drinking and talking, after the wonderful pleasure of near-sex between us. I reached over Joan, my mother and the Goddess of Blow jobs purposefully brushing over her breast with the palm of my hand. She purred gently like a kitten for a moment, until I answered the phone on her side of the bed.
"Hello?" I asked, groggy and wanting to fall back asleep for another couple of hours until this horrid hangover left.
"Hello David, is mom home?" Instantly I knew it was dad just by the sound of his voice. I froze, trying not to laugh as I lay naked in the bed that my mother and father created me in, but I did not, as much as I hated my father his voice sounded somber, as if something was wrong.
"She's asleep." I replied. She never wanted to talk to him, I was used to making up excuses when I intercepted a call. Beside me mom mouthed 'who is it?'. "Can I take a message?"
"It's important. Please waker her up for me." He said as I mouthed 'dad' to mom. Promptly she rolled her eyes and then rolled over.
"What's it about?" I asked, and then I felt my mother's hand against my crotch running a finger up and down along the side of my shaft. I quickly felt myself starting to harden with every light, quick stroke. I moved my hand down along the outside of her thigh, dropped down towards her inner thigh and saw her leg move up from below the soft white sheets, from there I pushed up and felt the outside of her pussy, like I was hard she was wet.
She let shivered under the blanket and winked as she squeezed me. 'I want you'. She mouthed and ran a finger down my balls at the same time as she mouthed: 'in me, now.'. I nodded wanting the same. I wanted to fuck my mother in the bed that my father fucked her on, probably even the same sheets. Unlike last night, I would not tease her by sliding my cock up against her sex, instead I would push straight on through until I felt my hips press against hers.
"My sister Margret..." My dad drew in a deep breath, and I knew what he was going to say. "...died last night. Can I please speak to her?"
She continued to stroke my member softly with a finger until I moved the phone from my ear, set it on the bed and leaned over. I whispered silently in her ear that she needed to take the phone call, below the sheets I could feel my hard-on fade quickly into the distance. I waited for a few moments and handed her the phone, mom looked confused and concerned.
Margret was the only member of dad's family that talked to us on a regular basis, once in a while we received calls from his other brother's and sister's, mostly it was just to check up on me and see how my school was going. Margret was different, she loved our family and detested the fact that my father cheated on Joan and the tables were turned, she called us often and called her own brother once in a while, just to see how he was faring with his new 'whore'. Her words, not mine – well, mine too.
And then my mother nodded and whispered "yes" into the receiver and asked when the funeral was. She nodded again and whispered that she would be at the funeral in Edmonton by early tomorrow morning. I could see tears welling up in her eyes like I saw on the couch last night and it nearly broke my heart. I reached out and set my hand on her side just under her breasts, I thought that might not be a good idea, instead she pressed back against me, setting her back against my chest. She pulled her legs up a little and I spooned against her.
They spoke for a while as I laid beside her gently stroking her skin from the pit of her arm down to her hip feeling awful for the worlds loss, Margret was a wonderful and caring person who would surely be missed by a great many people. She set the receiver between her neck and shoulders, reached back and gently caressed the side of my hip, right on the upper portion of my left butt-cheek.
I was horrified when I started to feel aroused by her touch especially at a time like this, but with every gentle caress over my hip and the upper part of my bum her finger sent electrical shocks of pleasure through my midsection, ultimately I started to feel my penis starting to harden against her backside knowing very soon that I would be fully erect and pressed up between the cheeks of her ass. I did the only thing I could do, I pulled my hips back away from her and glanced down to see that I was now fully erect and pointing outwards at a slight angle between her anus and the inside of her thighs.
She pushed back trying to get back against me, mortified I watched as the head of my penis pushed passed her cheeks and vanished out of sight, suddenly I felt the inside of her cheeks presumably just under her anus. I heard her gasp right into the phone, I started to reach down to grab my penis—
bad penis! Baad!
--and Joan beat me to it.
"I'm alright." She whispered. "Just...you know."
I thought she was just going to push my penis away, instead she lifted the head up and set it against her anus and pushed back, silently she shuddered. I glanced up at the back of her head wondering what she was thinking, the answer was fairly simple but at that exact moment I did not get it. She started to rub the head of my cock against her anus, up and down over her tight hole leaving me speechless. For a long moment I could hear my father talking through the phone and felt my mother rubbing my head up and down and to the sides of her anus, once in a while pushing back and capturing me at the tip of the hole.
I was slightly uncomfortable with this, but for a time I went along with it enjoying the feeling of my head gently being stroked over her tight (I thought) virgin asshole. She let go of my penis and started to move herself, I reached down and pushed my penis up between us and laid my hand back down on her hip. She reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled her hips forwards, squeezed my hand reassuringly and gently led it down to her crack and pushed one of my fingers down until I could feel her tight, puckered hole.
I gasped, not out of pleasure but out of pure surprise at her actions, especially on the phone with dad talking about a late sister! She pushed my finger down against the hole with one of her own fingers and started going around in slow circles keeping the pressure on. Still to surprised to move, I watched her reactions as she traced the tip of my finger against her ass-hole, at first there was nothing but slowly I started to feel the tight opening give way, my tip slowly entering the first centimeters of her tailhole. I saw her shiver, her cheeks went a sudden red and she lifted her head on the pillow back towards me.
I slowly took over knowing she was enjoying my finger pressing into her backside, little by little I started to push more, entering farther into the hole feeling her muscles boring down around the finger harder and harder. Every time she bore down heavily onto my finger I started to wiggle it around and slowly she started to relax, after that I would continue to press into her until I could feel my hand pressing against her bum. I slowly pulled my finger back towards fresh daylight, as soon as I almost left her tailhole she clenched down with her muscles as if threatening me if I left her. I pushed back in, sliding my finger through her loosening tailhole as far as I could, eventually I started to fuck her tailhole quicker but still at a slow and steady pace.
"I have to go." She said suddenly, I think she caught dad in mid-sentence. As a test I pulled my finger back to a safe point and pushed harder, faster and watched as my mom bit down on her lip in utter pleasure and crumpled towards a ball-like position. Her voice was hurried and filled with lust, like last night. "I'll be there tomorrow. Right now I want to get everything ready that I need to."
The test succeeded, I was wondering if she was getting pretty hot and bothered and found out that she was. Never before had I dared to touch someone's anus, for me that was a no-no spot, but it seemed that my mother
really
liked that no-no spot. She was still talking to my father when I fully extracted my finger, looked down and saw that it was relatively clean, I did not mind. Shit washes off.
I wanted to preform another test, just a small teasing test. I pushed my hips towards her, grabbed my penis and slid my crown through her cheeks guiding myself to her hole, once there I pressed a little and felt my slit and a tiny area around it slide through. I saw her hand start to move and I stopped, with a wicked grin I waited for a few seconds until I saw her hand relax, and pushed in a little faster, but still much slower than I would entering her pussy, and stopped with half of my head inside of my mothers tailhole. We both sucked in a gasp of pleasure, trying to hide any noise from my father who was still talking on the phone.
She turned over her shoulder and gave me an impatient glance, I knew it was for dad, but I took that as a sign, I wanted to feel at least my full head inside of my mother's supple, beautiful body. Slowly, I pushed in a little more and felt more and more of my head starting to push into her backside. The pleasure was beyond intense as I felt her muscles suddenly flex around my head. I stopped, at the same time Joan slammed her hand down on the bedsheets and clawed at them and glanced over her shoulder at me biting down on her lip.
I winked at her and mouthed:
