The next morning I awoke, hand toying with my morning wood under my pajamas, so many dirty thoughts from last night racing through my brain.
It was 9:15am, so Mom and Dad would already be up. I knew I had to keep my experience a secret, not giving away that I thought anything unusual about what happened last night in the front room. When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked into Mom's bedroom and saw the closet door open wide, the hamper not in its usual place. Ah yes, Mom always gets things going early on weekends, and despite their intense adventure last night, her routine was unchanged.
I walked into the kitchen with a textbook in hand, my Dad seated at the far end of the kitchen table, idly flipping through his phone. When he heard me enter, he looked up, full eye contact, looking for me to betray anything I might have picked up from their friend's visit to the front room last night. I said "Morning" nonchalantly and sat opposite him, opening the textbook to peruse it. He replied in like, and continued playing with his phone.
Mom opened the laundry room that is just off of the kitchen, behind dad. As she stepped in, I saw the empty hamper behind her, and heard the washing machine humming away. She, too, looked directly at me and grinned broadly. I flipped over the page as though I was reading it, and said "Morning Mom." I did notice that she must have just showered, as her curly locks were wrapped beneath a thick bath towel. Wearing a heavy white terry robe and open-toed slippers, her ruby red toenails caught my eye. I continued thumbing through my text as she attended the stove, stirring a steaming saucepan.
"Your porridge is ready Dear," Mom told Dad, as she turned and poured the cream of wheat cereal into the bowl she had set in front of him. Without taking his eyes off his phone, Dad added milk and stirred up his breakfast. Mom asked if I wanted anything, and I requested orange juice. As she puttered back and forth, her robe would open now and then as she turned, exposing a few inches of those soft white thighs that get me so excited. My mind wandered to that first sight of her luscious smooth pussy from my hiding place in their room.
A few minutes later, Mom walked to Dad and said, "All done, Sweetie?" and kissed him on the forehead, taking his bowl and spoon to the sink. He then announced that he was going outside to mow the lawn, saying, "See ya' later, boy." as he walked out the back door. I went back to my studying, occasionally sipping away at the orange juice. The whine of the mower started, and Dad passed by outside the window behind the sink, on his first run up the property.
"Did you sleep well last night, Derek?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, not bad." was my reply.
She then leaned against the sink and said, "What do you know about these?" and began to open her robe, drawing my attention first to her baring chest. The robe was separated by about 4 inches, revealing the rounded globes of her petite breasts, but not quite exposed enough to show her nipples. I must have looked slack jawed as I took her in. And, as my eyes drew downward, I froze cold at the sight of the panties covering my mother's pussy, pulled snug enough to reveal a camel toe. I did a double take as I confirmed that the panties she was showing me were both pink, and spattered with cum.
I stared right into her gaze, unable to speak. She noted coolly, "It could only be you, you know! I took these off right before Jim arrived, and when I was putting them into the washer this morning, I knew that no one else could have messed on them, but you." She fingered her clit gently with her right hand, over the cum-stained panty panel. "Your father couldn't have done this, because we both know that he already spilled all over himself and his seat so much sooner, don't we? And, something made a noise in my closet last night. I do think you were a very naughty boy."
She wandered over to me, her left hand stroked my right nipple through my shirt. I could only make sputtered sounds, unable to put even a few words together. She leaned close to whisper in my ear, "And we both know where Jim's cum ended up, and it certainly wasn't on these panties, now, was it?" Her right hand caressed my head as she mouthed small kisses on my ear.
"Mommy thinks you liked what you saw." she whispered, her lips pressing modest nibbles on my earlobe.
I uttered, "Ohhh, Mom, you looked so hot."
"And what did you think of your father?"
"I-I don't know," was all I could get out.
Mom then slid her left hand down into my lap, groping the bulge under my pajamas.
"Oh, Derek, you have grown up so much! I think your big dick is telling me exactly what you thought about seeing your Dad last night." she murmured, her hand rubbing over my length. She then stood and opened her robe wider; the erect brown nipples came into view, after I eyed the cum-spattered bikinis. My mouth in line with her soft flat belly, I reached out and pulled her smooth body into my face. I kissed her tummy, then bit lightly on the jewelry pinned to her navel. Her head rested on mine as she whimpered at my tongue languishing over her midriff. As my tongue suckled at the jewel, I slid my hands up to fondle her erect nubs, pinching at the diamond hard teats.
Her arms held me in, and she begged, "Kiss me there."
My mouth made baby kisses over her belly, my nostrils taking in her fresh clean smell. I felt the warmth emanating from just below. Mom's right hand now gently pushed at the top of my head, delicately nudging me lower. Her fingers combed through my full mop of hair. I slid my lips down to the stretchy pink fabric, the heat beneath and salty taste of my own semen filling my head with delight. My tongue licked at the soiled fabric. Her hands again guided me even lower, to the top of the velvety 'V'. I nibbled and kissed at the cloth over her delicate flesh, my tongue finding the extended clitoris sheathed in fabric. I spent some time pursing my lips around the button and pulling on it, her fingernails scratching along my back. My tongue ventured down the valley of the camel toe; the rubbery lips of her vulva pressing from beneath the slight, pink cloth.
Dad once again trundled past the window, pushing the mower, waving at a passing neighbor, unaware of the debauchery going on inside his own home. Meanwhile, Mom stroked my hair as my tongue suckled at her engorged clit through the thin and now drenched panty. My nose filled with her female musk. Her own excitement as well as my saliva washed over my tongue while my fingers pushed the cotton fabric aside, exposing the thick folds of her tender labia. My tongue stroked up and down along the baby smooth crease, separating each fold and bathing in the slippery entrance to her vagina. Both of her hands now pressed me into her as she leaned back against the table.
I moved to my knees as I licked along the slickened slit, working my way up to the substantial nubbin that is her clit. I wrapped my hungry mouth around the cock-like nub, Her breath then came in heaves. I feasted on the succulent meat just as I did her breasts 18 years ago. "Oh, fuck." was all she could utter, her head spinning as the tender nerves reacted to my loving mouth. A finger, then two pressed inside her to enhance our tryst.
Dad passed by once again, not looking in, as his wife began humping into her son's reckless mouth. Now almost lying on our kitchen table, Mom lifted her knees back to her chest. Her hands pulled up and pushed down her son's head as she would direct the movement of one of her vibrators. As the orgasm took over, Mom's head arched back, her legs shook and buckled as I sucked and fingered her as though my very life depended on it. Suddenly, I felt and tasted the gush that arrived with her orgasm, engulfing my chin and throat with her syrupy cum. Gina is the only other female who has ever gushed like this with me. I lapped at the sweet warm juice cascading from her slick crevice. At that point, things became totally quiet. I couldn't hear the lawn mower!
I pushed myself off, and stood up, looking down at my sodden shirt and pajama pants. "Dad!" I shouted, as quietly as I could. Mom's head turned sharply toward the back door - Dad's whistling heard as he neared the house. Mom lifted herself off of the table, yanking down her robe. I sprung away and ran down the hall to the stairs, and up 2 and 3 at a time. Once in the safety of my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and looked down at myself.
My heartbeat pummeled into my chest. I sat on the bed, wiping at my sloppy chin, drenched in my Mom's pussy cum. I pulled my pajama pants to the floor, and tugged at myself as I replayed the lust filled scene from moments ago. My dick softer now, scared out of its rigid state. I laid myself back on the cool linen; the image of her luscious clit and cunt filled my brain. I languished in dirty thoughts of our encounter as I worked my cock back up to a delirious orgasm. My seed spilled onto my stomach and chest, as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I waited probably twenty minutes before returning to retrieve my textbook from the kitchen.