Jamie stood topless before his bathroom mirror, observing himself, his imperfections. His hand rose, fingertips gently smoothing along the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. They appeared to be vanishing—slowly, but surely—since had gotten himself reacquainted with an old friend named Sleep. He traced the blemishes on his once smooth mocha-brown skin. He had read once that it was the result of a poor diet, but when you lived on the streets it couldn't be helped. Beggars can't afford a good diet, after all. With the way Olivia cooked, however, he was certain his skin would clear right up again. That is until he was back on the streets again, searching the ground for loose change, and hunting for scraps through garbage.
It doesn't have to be that way, a voice within him reasoned.
"But, I can't stay here," he replied to himself, quietly.
Why not? the voice asked, Because of their lifestyle?
"It's wrong...plain and simple."
Hypocrite...
"Jamie?"
Jamie started at the foreign voice, his heart damn-near leaping out of his chest. He opened the bathroom door to find Ryan standing outside, with bewilderment enveloping his chiseled face. Jamie let out a hard sigh, shaking his head.
"Y-You scared me," Jamie said.
"Ha, sorry about that, man," Ryan said, folding his arms. "Were you talking to yourself in there?"
Jamie blushed. "Uh...yeah. Sorry."
"Dude, you apologize too much. There's nothing wrong with talking to yourself from time to time." Ryan turned and started to make for the door. "I just came up to tell you that breakfast is hot and ready."
Jamie looked down a moment, and then a thought came to him, a thought that had been bothering him since yesterday morning. "Hey, Ryan?"
Ryan paused at the door, turning. "What's up, bro?"
"Uh...about what you said yesterday...about you having the same experience as me. What did you mean?"
"Hm." Ryan's eyes cast downward, his jaw working. He looked contemplative, as if he were trying to determine whether he wanted to stay and humor Jamie's question or get back downstairs to his breakfast.
"Well..." Ryan said. Closing the door, he approached Jamie's bed and plopped down on the edge of it. For several long moments he sat there in silence, his expression pensive, 'till finally he said, "Well, it sorta goes like this..."
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It was about two years ago when I was a freshman in college. All of my Friday classes were canceled, which meant that I could take my ass home early and enjoy myself a three day weekend. I had a friend drop me off at the house 'round noon, and I spotted a black Mercedes sitting pristinely behind my dad's giant pick-up truck in our driveway. Nana's Mercedes.
It wasn't abnormal for Nana—my mom's mom, by the way—to drop by from time to time, it was abnormal, however, for my dad to be home in the middle of the day. I rationalized that he could have been home sick or something, and thought nothing else of the matter. Everyone had their days, right?
Anyway, since I hadn't seen my Nana in months, I thought I would surprise her by sneaking in through the back door and spring out on her and mom. The two would be chatting in the living room, more than likely. I'd get a good scare as well as a good laugh. Perfect plan.
So, I run around back and sneak in through the patio door real quiet-like, entering the kitchen. I started to sneak my way toward the living room when something stopped me... Something different, hanging in the air like a thundercloud. It wasn't danger, or anything like that. No, I sensed that it was a whole 'nother kind of 'fucked up.'
Stepping into the living room, I found no one. The TV was still on, blaring, too, but before I could grab the remote to turn it down, something caught my ear.
Moaning. Heavy breathing. The subtle thrump of working bodies atop of a mattress. I heard the sounds of love making, and it was coming from upstairs. I was overcome with confusion. Just who in the hell was doing the love making? It couldn't have been my parents, right? Not with Nana here, after all. And if they were doing it with Nana here, just where in the hell was Nana? I had come to a conclusion of what was going on, but I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't. I had to investigate, I had to see for myself. I headed for the stairs.
I climbed each step carefully, hitting all the spots I knew wouldn't betray my silence (you learn that sorta thing when you're a grounded teenager trying to sneak in and out of the house). The closer I get to the top, the louder the sounds become, and the faster my heart races.
As I reach the top of the stairs, I hear my dad say the strangest thing: "Squeeze 'em...play with her tits!"
With each passing moment, it seemed, my fear was shaping into reality. I started to turn around and carry myself back downstairs, but I knew that there was no way I could ignore this. If I left now, the thought of what might have been happening would haunt me for the rest of my life. So I trudged forth, wading through anxiety with curiosity as my guide, pulling me toward my parent's bedroom.
Their door was wide open. The heavy drapes covering the bedroom's windows made the room surprisingly dark, but enough light filtered through them to give me a good view of the scenario once I peeked my head inside.
Upon my parents bed was a tangled mess of naked flesh, writhing and moaning, enveloped in a kind of lust I had never seen before. I watched my dad's back muscles work as he thrust himself hard and deep into my mom, who lied spread eagle on her back, taking every bit of what my dad was giving her. And right above her face...
My Nana... Let me tell you something, if you think my mom is hot, Nana is a completely different animal. 'Gracefully' just isn't a good enough word to describe how well that woman, at 55 years old, has aged. Her long silver hair falls just past her shoulders, silky and voluminous. She watched with sultry green eyes, her delighted, rose petal smile causing faint lines of age in her gorgeous face. She apparently didn't give my mother her rack, for Nana looked like she couldn't have been no bigger than a large B-cup, which was just fine with me. She did, however, bless my mother with that hourglass figure that I'm sure you've noticed. Sure, she had a bit of weight to her, but she filled out perfectly. Pleasantly plump, you might say. And I watched Nana, moving her hips as my mom, her daughter, licked up into her pussy while her husband pounded her own.
"Oooh, he's pounding me so good, mama!" My mother whined against Nana's cunt.
"I think you're gonna make her cum, Don," Nana said, leaning into my father, who'd lifted his head to greet her with a kiss, long and... I want to say 'passionate', but it wasn't that. It was something else entirely. Mom yelped as Nana's hand moved down to her pussy and rubbed her clit.
Something told me to intervene on this... mess, but I was frozen. Stunned, perhaps, at the disgusting scene unfolding before my very eyes. And as I stood there, watching, my hormones started a fiery rebellion against my good sense, and I could feel my cock stiffening behind my jeans, straining against my boxers, aching for any kind of attention.
"I want you to squirt," Nana said, breaking the kiss from my father, "I want you to squirt all over his big cock, and then I want him to fill your dirty cunt up with hot cum, you hear me?"
"Mhm!" mom moaned against her mother's sex. She bucked her hips against my father's thrusts, muttering something against my Nana's folds that I couldn't quite make out, but I was pretty damn certain it was nasty.
Whatever it was, it got dad's hips working even harder. His thrusts became shorter, faster, more fierce. The room was overflowing with nastiness, so much that it had infected me, invading my system with a plague that whittled away at my ethics, replacing it with pure lust.
Soon, dad pulled away and leapt to unsteady feet. He jerked his cock before his mother-in-law...my Nana...shooting cum all over their face. She lapped up as much as she could, greedily taking his seed into her mouth, and after a while I could hear my mother whine about something. I didn't know what that something was until Nana removed her pussy from her face, and leaned down to kiss her daughter in an eager, lust-filled kiss.
