My name is Hunter Holcum. I'm 22 and a Senior at Western Hills college. I hesitate to tell anyone about what I've done. Most wouldn't understand it, so I'm writing it in my diary. It started with......
...my parents. My mom is a short (5' 1") blonde who was a great athlete during her high school days. Dad is medium height (5' 9") and a very handsome guy. My dad was 30 and my mom was 28 when I was born. So my dad turned 48 the year I turned 18. His hair was still mostly brown but grey at the temples. I loved him and looked up to him.
By the summer of my 18th year, I had sex with several boyfriends. It was okay, and I even had several small orgasms, but it was nothing like what my girlfriends raved about. One night that summer I had just returned from a friend's house and was headed to my room when I noticed my parent's bedroom door was ajar. As I walked past I heard a moan and a repetitive slapping noise. I kind of suspected what was happening, but to find out for sure I stepped over and peeked into my parent's room. Mom was on her hands and knees with my dad on his knees behind her fucking her hard.
I was mesmerized. The only light was from a small bedside lamp. From the angle I had I could see my dad's cock slide in and out of mom. Each time he pulled back I could see his shaft, shiny with moisture glisten in the light before he drove it back into her. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight and I could feel myself getting wet.
As I watched dad groaned, pushed all the way into mom and his muscular ass cheeks clenched tight. A few moments later he pulled out and flopped down next to mom on the bed. His cock was still hard and it was shiny with wetness. My pussy was going wild so I slipped my hand into my panties and began to rub my clit as I stared at my dad's hard rod. I glanced over at mom. She was laying on her belly with her legs spread and a stream of stuff was dribbling out of her pussy.
"I'm getting the bed all messy John." I heard my mom say.
"That happens when you get a royal fucking." My dad responded,"You want me to plug it so you don't dribble?"
"You haven't got the stamina," I heard my mom say with a giggle.
"We'll see who's got stamina woman!" Dad responded as he grabbed her hips, rolling her onto her back. He slipped between her legs and pushed his still-hard cock back into her.
"You horny bastard!" My mom grunted as she raised her legs and put her heels against my father's shoulder blades.
I stood there rubbing my pussy and watching my dad fuck my mom for the next ten minutes. From her reaction, my mom came at least once and maybe more. I climaxed at least three times. When dad came the second time I had a climax right along with him.
When he was finished he again flopped onto the bed and said, "Ok, now I'm done!"
I knew it was time to leave so I silently tiptoed away. After that, I would look for and plan chances to watch my parents fuck and I would masturbate to an orgasm each time. I enjoyed it every time I watched them and was very envious of my mom when I saw her climax. After a few times watching them, I realized I had a crush on my dad.
Even though I enjoyed my secret voyeurism watching my parents having sex and envied my mom for her pleasure, I just couldn't bring myself to the point of trying to entice my father into doing it with me. I knew deep down he would refuse and I also knew he would probably be hurt and disgusted I had tried. Also, I instinctively knew that I wouldn't if I could. I had a crush on him and got really turned on watching him and mom do it, but I couldn't try to do it with him. When I came to that realization I also hit upon the thought that I could find a substitute to fulfill my fantasy.
As I said, my dad was older but because of his job, he was in great physical shape and to my eye the most handsome guy I knew. None of my college professors were even close. When I started college I had high hopes I would meet an older professor to whom I'd be attracted. Unfortunately none of the ones I met attracted me, so I never considered doing anything with them. None of my dad's friends who were his age attracted me either. I dated guys my age and even had sex with a few of them. While it was pleasant, I never had an earth-shattering climax like I did when I watched my dad and mom.
After a few months of classes, I gave up hope I'd meet an older guy I could play out my daddy fetish with and settled on dating one of my classmates. I dated several before I met Dave. I met him at a frat party and we spent the evening talking and drinking. I liked him. He was smart, humorous and fun so when he asked if I'd like to go back to his room with him I agreed.
We had sex a couple of times that night and I got off at least twice before I left. The next day he called and we met for lunch. As we ate Dave told me he liked me but didn't want to get into an exclusive relationship. I told him I was the same way. We ate in silence for a few moments then he asked if we could just be friends with benefits. That suited me fine and I told him so. After that we hung out together a few times a week and when one of us wanted sex we would call the other.
School ground along and I kept up with my studies. Just before spring break of my Sophomore year my parents called and told me they were going on a cruise and wouldn't be home but I could come home if I wanted to. When I told Dave about it, he said he was going to visit his family and asked if I wanted to go with him. His home was close to the beaches in Oregon. It was a few hundred miles from the campus and Dave said he was going to drive home and if I wanted to go with him it wouldn't cost me anything. Not wanting to go home to an empty place or stay on campus for spring break I jumped at the chance.
Come spring break we headed for Dave's hometown. As we drove Dave told me we were going to stay with his mom for a few days. I asked about her and after a lot of hedging, he told me she was very religious. When I met her she seemed to be a nice lady. It didn't take long and what Dave had told me surfaced. She talked about her church and the bible for an hour after we arrived. When she finally showed me my room I heaved a huge sigh. I closed myself in and got my stuff unpacked. Dave's room was just down the hall so I peeked out to make sure his mom wasn't around and dashed down the hall and into his room.
"I hate to tell you this my friend," I said as I flopped on the bed, "But I can't take much of that religious stuff your mom likes to spew."
Dave laughed and replied, "You, me, my dad and the whole neighborhood!"
"Really?"
"Yep." He replied, "My dad got tired of it a few years ago and told mom that he didn't want to hear it anymore. In fact, they separated a few months ago and are in the process of a divorce. Dad has a small house closer to the beach, like two blocks from the beach."
"That's too bad."
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"Yea, I feel sorry for dad. I don't think he and mom have had sex for years, but, so far, even with the separation and her religious preaching, he tries to see her once a week. I asked him why and he told me that he can't live with her, but he doesn't want to cut her out of his life entirely because she is the mother of his son."
Dave and I had grown used to being honest with each other so I said, "That's kind of cool of your dad! Since it's closer to the beach why don't we stay with your dad?"
Dave grinned, "And you won't have to put up with mom's religious stuff, right?"
I grinned and replied,"Yeah, you got me."
"Well, it so happens that I told mom we are going to stay here for a couple of days, then go stay with dad because it's closer to the beach," Dave said.
"Cool!" I replied with a grin.
Even with Dave's mom's constant preaching, I managed to put up with it for the two days we were there. On the third morning, Dave and I packed our stuff, told his mom we would be back to visit and drove away as quickly as we could. When we got to his dad's I realized that when Dave said small, he meant it.
