It was an otherwise ordinary Friday night in my life. I had been out with friends while my girlfriend Gina was away enjoying spring break in Florida (and probably more than a few cocks and pussies as well). I hadn't been able to join her because I needed to bear down to get a passing grade in two classes at my first year of college. Soon enough she would be back, and I'd have more than enough pussy to keep me happy. I decided to end the night early and go back home to get some relief through porn.
On the way up the front steps, I could see a flickering light from the TV in the front living room, so I figured the folks must still be up. I turned the key in the front door, and heard Mom say quietly from the front room, "Is that Derek?" Then, as I poked my head into the room, some hurried movements of bodies. I peeked into the room and was a bit startled to see what looked like people fucking on the screen, as the 55" TV flicked off.
Almost entirely hidden by the wing back chair to the left of the doorway, I could see just the top of my father's balding head. His legs extended, argyle socked feet crossed at the ankles, the TV remote in his right hand now retracting to the arm of the chair. Looking to the opposite end and across the front room, Mom sat in the loveseat, the lamp beside her streaming warm light onto her shoulder length, curly, brown hair. Her piercing blue eyes looked intently at me, lipsticked ruby lips quivering slightly. Mom's right hand held together the lapels of her shear white blouse, buttons undone down to mid-breast. The blouse offered obscured shadows of brown areola beneath it.
Mom's 5'1", 120 lb. body was pushed into the far corner of the loveseat. She smoothed the hem of her black skirt with her other hand, which exposed most of her thighs, darkened by silky black hose. I gaze down along her athletic calves, to the 3" spiked heels, usually reserved for only the most formal of occasions. As she started to say "Hi Derek!" I realized that the man who was just settling onto the near corner of that loveseat was a stranger to me.
He looked much taller than my short paunchy father; the man's body strong and handsome, probably 6 foot tall, with large square shoulders. He reached for a drink from the coffee table, hand wavering slightly, eyes avoiding mine. It was curious that the bottom corner of his button down shirt was poking through the half open fly of his dress pants.
As I stood trying to take this all in, I began to stutter a bit in my response, no doubt wondering why they would be in such a rush to turn off the TV; and why my usually casual dressed mother was outfitted so provocatively. "Hi, g-g-guys" I responded.
Mom quickly offered, "Oh, Derek, this is Jim... from our, uh, church group." I nodded, and tried to sort out this weird moment. Dad didn't even turn to look at me, just raised the hand holding the remote in a bit of a wave. Mom caught me staring at her legs and smiled, crossing them nervously. I watched intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of that wonderful dark place where her thighs meet.
Many times through my teenage years I've found myself caressing and inhaling the musky fabric of her pantyhose, as I rummaged through the hamper in her closet. I would stretch the filmy cloth over my cock, squeezing it until orgasm, the thick semen slithering through the ebony mesh. As well, I had used her bikini panties and thongs many times to bring me great relief in my own bedroom, or occasionally on her bed when both parents were out of the house.
Anyway, back to reality. I smiled at Jim, and told them that I decided to end my night early and get some sleep, so I could study some more in the morning. Mom looked a bit relieved as I waved goodnight, and I then turned to begin the walk up the long staircase to my bedroom. The third stair creaked as usual as I ascended, and, rounding the corner near the top of the stairs, I saw that the light was on in their bedroom across the hall, straight ahead.
Their neatly appointed room was tidy as usual, the twin lamps on the night tables lit the room nicely. I could see myself reflected in the end wall mirrored closet doors at the foot of their bed. The only thing out of place was an armless wooden chair sat at the corner of the foot of their bed, next to the closet. I then turned left and walked past the adjoining bathroom and as well, two empty bedrooms. My older sisters Meaghan and Ally usually occupy them when they are home from college, but they were both away enjoying spring break as well. I got to my room at the end of the long hallway and closed the door behind me, reaching for my laptop.
I couldn't get the image of the three of them out of my head. Why wasn't it Mom and Dad on the cozy loveseat, and their guest in the single chair? Could they have been watching porn on the big screen when I interrupted? Could this be something my really vanilla Mom and Dad would be doing? Our family is so normal (well, maybe aside from my fantasies of my Mom and sisters, and my misuse of their undergarments), but who knows what goes on in their bedroom? I know Gina and I have enjoyed some kinky things in our past two years together!
Porn just wasn't keeping my interest, as my mind went back to what might have been going on downstairs, when I got an idea. Maybe I could find something in Mom's hamper to help me along. Padding quietly down the hall, I got to their room, looked over the banister on the right and heard only a quieted conversation below. Looking left, into their empty bedroom; I now noticed the mirrored closet door had been left open just an inch or so.
As I approached, the reflection of my tented pants gave away my horniness. I slid open the door, the dirty clothes hamper almost full. I began to search through the socks and bras and skinny jeans and leggings, until I found a pair of sexy pink bikini panties. Bingo!! As I brought them to my face, the smell of Mom's body spray and her musky scent filled my senses. Just then, I heard the stairs from below creak!
