After four years of Army discipline and drudgery, I was overjoyed to return home to my family and friends. Even in the short span of four years, there had been many changes. Nevertheless, I soon adjusted to my new environment and lifestyle.
My mother Doris had been a dowdy housewife when I had kissed her goodbye and boarded the bus for boot camp. Now she was like something right out of the pages of Vogue. I could hardly believe my eyes. I suppose that without the burden of having to raise me, she had had more time to take care of herself. Whatever the reason, she had done an impressive job of reinventing herself.
My kindly father Frank had been a workaholic businessman when I had left home. With his business thriving and the pressure off, he was now much more easygoing. He made me a full partner and treated me as an equal.
I soon noticed subtle changes in my mother's demeanor. At first I thought it was just my imagination that she was flirting with me. One evening she and Dad went out on the town. She was drop-dead gorgeous in a low-cut cocktail dress and matching accessories. Every hair was in place and every dab of makeup had been applied with the skill of an artist. As they walked out the door, she turned and gave me a flirtatious wink.
Shortly after that, something happened that convinced me that Mom was interested in me. When I accidentally blundered into the bathroom just as she was stepping out of the shower, she made no effort to cover her statuesque body. I stood there like a deer frozen in the headlights and sized her up. Her tits were the size and shape of eggplants and were capped with swollen nipples that looked as thought they had just been sucked. Her slightly-rounded belly rose and fell the way it did when she returned from her daily jog. I suspect that she had been masturbating with the massager shower-head. Beneath her belly was a full but neatly trimmed pussy-pelt. All of that beauty was balanced on two long, sleek legs. I don't know how long I stood there ogling her - probably no more than ten seconds - then I mumbled an apology and walked out. I rushed to my room and jacked off to my first realistic mother-fucking fantasy.
I became obsessed with my mother's sex life. I went so far as to hide a voice-activated tape recorder in her room so I could listen to her masturbate or fuck Dad. What a thrill it was to jack off to my first tape of them fucking. Although it only lasted fifteen minutes, it sounded as though they came together. I would soon learn that Mom's orgasm had been faked. Dad got dressed and told her that he was going to Danny's Tavern for a couple of beers. Perhaps he knew that she needed a little time alone. As soon as he was out the door, I heard Mom say, "Now you have to finish what he started." She was apparently talking to a vibrator because I heard a loud buzzing sound that became weaker as it was muffled by her pussy. The hum rose and fell as she pushed it in and out of her cunt. Her breathing grew deeper and more rapid, and, from time to time, she would whisper something like, "Oh, yes, that's nice" or "Don't stop now." She didn't make much noise when she came, just a hissing sound as she sucked in air and then something very much like a horse's whinny. At that instant, I shot my load all over myself.
Within three or four months, I had a very detailed picture of my parent's sex lives. They were so predictable that I could almost set my watch by them. They fucked twice a week in the early evening on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It never lasted more than twenty minutes and then Dad went out for a couple of beers while Mom finished herself off with her vibrator.
My plan was simple: after Dad did his bit, I would offer Mom my services. Naked and ready for action, I listened through the wall as they fucked. My cock was so hard it was nearly up to my belly. I trembled as I heard the ghostly groan that always escaped my father's mouth at the instant of orgasm. I suddenly had doubts about my plan. I was risking everything. Even if Mom went along with it, Dad might find out and kick me out of the house and the partnership.
As I heard Dad leave, I took the dangerous plunge. Holding my cock in my hand, I walked into Mom's bedroom just as she slid a large dildo into her cunt. "You don't need that, Mom," I said. "I have what you need and you have what I need. What do you say?"
She stared at me in disbelief for what seemed like an eternity. My cock began to soften when it dawned on me that I had made a terrible mistake. She cut me short when I begged her not to tell Dad. "It will have to be doggy-style," she said. "I couldn't go belly-to-belly with my son."
She went to her elbows and knees and stuck her lovely ass up in the air. "Stay away from the back door," she said as I knelt behind her. As I brought the head of my cock to her dilated hole, a gob of Dad's cream fell onto it. I quickly shoved half of my eight inches into his leftovers. What a thrill it was to fuck the same canal that I had emerged from twenty-two years before. I made a silent vow that I would make up for all of the agony that I had caused her then.
My greatest fear was that I would disgrace myself by cumming too quickly. The relief I felt when I realized that wasn't going to happen bordered on euphoria. The sight of my thick cock plugged into her beaver is etched so deeply into my brain that I can close my eyes now and visualize it.
I held Mom by the hips and, with Dad's spunk providing a generous amount of lubricant, pumped smoothly in and out of her cunt. With each thrust I grew more confident in my ability to satisfy her. She began to huff and puff as my cock pried open her pliant pussy. At one point, she asked, "My God, where did you learn to fuck like this?" I didn't tell her that my only experience had been with whores.
Unable to resist the temptation, I bent forward and reached underneath to scoop up her tits. I moistened my thumbs and fingers and tugged down on her long nipples until they slipped free. Her breathing quickened as I tormented the sensitive suckers. "Oh, please don't stop," she gasped. "I'm almost there." The whinny sound that she always made at orgasm was sweet music to my ears. The involuntary clenching of her pussy muscles set me off. I panicked when I realized that I didn't know if she used birth control. "Better safe than sorry," I thought as I pulled out and sprayed her ass. When I was finished, I collapsed on top of her quivering body.
We didn't say anything for a long time, then she broke the silence. "You didn't have to pull out," she said. "My tubes are tied so you don't have to worry about knocking me up. If you had stayed in me a little longer, I would have had another orgasm. You had better go now. Your father will be home soon."
"Mom, let's go to my room and fuck again."
