My mom was sick with the flu. Not a pretty sight. But thanks to dayquil and Ambien, my mom and I got to know each other very well. I eagerly looked for the next chance to sneak into her bed and learn more from her expert mom bod. And she too squeezed my hand and occasionally my ass to remind me she did not forget the time last week when her 19 year old son fucked her to a shuddering orgasm. My orgasm, not hers. I actually wasn't sure if I had made my mom cum or not though she did enjoy me trying!
But as luck would have it, my dad got sick with the flu too. So there was a noisy overlap when both my parents were sick in bed, coughing and spewing. My older sister, Taylor, and I ended up being the good kids, dutifully bringing them soup, OJ, meds and tissues. Because my mom didn't want us getting sick, we had to wear masks whenever we were in their room.
My mom, Katie, as I've mentioned before, is a hot brunette, voluptuous - sort of like Katy Mixon from AMERICAN MOM and MIKE AND MOLLY. My mom is from Florida, a petite Southerner with big boobs, perfect nails and a naughty generous smile.
My dad, Greg, is a big man, maybe towering at 6'2, over 200 lbs. He was the Frankenstein of our family, a college professor. Unfortunately, the bigger the person, the worse they are when they get sick. He was blowing his nose non-stop and moaned and groaned over the agony of the flu. I love my dad, but he's usually the spineless one, letting mom walk all over him.
So the two of them were in bed, coughing and hacking and occasionally calling for me or Taylor for help.
Finally, the meds kicked in. When i walked into my parents' bedroom, my dad was fast asleep. My mom was sitting up, tucked in, her generous boobs were holstered in a pink, lacy nightgown.
"Oliver! Come sit with momma."
I dutifully sat beside her as she felt my forehead and poked at my face mask.
"How's my handsome son doing?" Her hand held my shoulder, traced a line down my arm.
"Good, mom. I'm not sick."
"That's good. Your poor momma is so tired of being sick. So bored, baby!" Her hand was now on my thigh. She knew what she was doing as I started to chub up.
"Mom!" I whispered. "Dad?" I nodded toward his sleeping form. My dad slept on his side, facing away from my mom's side of the bed.
"Shhh, he's asleep. He's on dayquil and Ambien." She patted the bed beside her. "Oliver, let me see your pee-pee again?"
"No! Dad's right there!" I whispered.
But she reached for my bulge and gave it a long squeeze, "Momma wants."
I looked over at dad, but he was out. Reluctantly, I slid my sweatpants down to let my boner flip out.
"Oooo! Come sit up here, Oliver!"
"No, I'm not doing that."
"Come here!" She commanded.
I hesitated again before shucking off my sweatpants, climbing slowly on the bed so that I straddled my mom. My erection was quivering in front of her. She could suck me off, or tuck me between her breasts. Shit, if dad woke up and turned over, I'd be a dead man. I watched eagerly for her next move.
She smiled, beaming at my upcurved cock. Then with her right hand, she grabbed it and started sucking it like a lollipop, stopping only to say "nom nom nom" which she knew annoyed me. "Oliver, be a dear and take those dirty socks off my bed."
I carefully squatted over her to pull them off. My mom had this thing about dirty socks and dirty feet. Then I resumed the position for her oral attentions. I glanced over at dad but he was sound asleep. Meanwhile, my mom was cupping and fondling my balls, marvelling at them as if she had never felt balls before. She kissed my hips and my stomach and teased me with a quick tongue to my belly button.
As she fed on me, neither of us noticed the bedroom door open.
"What the hell?" It was Taylor at the door.
"Shit!" I scrambled to get off the bed but my mom held my ass cheek and waved at Taylor.
"Tay, cmon here," mom hissed and whispered.
Taylor walked over. Dad was still asleep, and I was still kneeling over our mom, my boner in the air.
"Tay, come see your brother. He's all grown up now."
"OMG, mom, that's disgusting. He will always be my stinky kid brother."
"Oh no, Tay-tay, no!" My mom smiled and squeezed my erection. "Oliver is growing up very nicely."
"Disgusting!" Taylor pronounced. But she still stood there watching. "How big are you, Oliver?"
"It's a good 6 inches." I proudly wagged my boner.
"My boyfriend, Trip, is 8!" she bragged.
"Tay? Are you two having sex?" Our mom asked.
"Well..." she blushed.
My mom tapped my abs, "This is the nice thing about having a brother. You can practice on him!"
"Ewww! Mom!" Taylor was not impressed. Her boyfriend, Trip, was a big lug football player. I was the equivalent of a Chihuahua. But she was still fixated watching our mother slowly jack me, my boner glistening from her saliva.
"Don't be a snob, Tay. Oliver won't say a thing, will you?"
I shook my head.
"Mom! Dad's sleeping right beside you!"
"And he doesn't have to know." To make her point, she shoved dad's shoulder but he stayed asleep, snoring loudly.
At that, Taylor sat on the edge of the bed. Our mom pulled on my dick to make me lean forward. My mom was a hot momma, but my sister Taylor was the blondie cheerleader hottie. I watched with delight as Taylor gobbled my knob between her perfectly lipsticked lips. It was like she was trying a new kind of hot dog. She looked puzzled at first and then went back to it, licking my length.
"He's small enough to swallow whole!" Taylor whispered happily.
"Oh, Tay, you're so bad! Gimme some of Oliver's dick." My mom grabbed a hold of the base of my dick so Taylor had to share.
I watched, dizzy with pleasure, as mom and my sister took turns sucking me off. I'd glance over at dad, but he remained asleep. Their sucking relay didn't give me the chance to rev up to orgasmic levels, but it felt good to have 2 hungry mouths take turns trying me out. Soon, they tackled my dick together, like playing a harmonica. It took all my self control not to cum right then.
"Have you two messed around before?" My mom smiled at us.
"Um, no?" I lied. I didn't know how mom would react if she knew I had fucked Taylor when I got a Brazilian wax job.
Taylor too glanced at me.
"Lie back, Oliver," mom pushed me back. "Watch, Taylor. Let me teach you how to ride a man."
"Oh, I know!" Taylor blurted out. "I mean, I sure know I'd like to learn!" She wasn't going to confess what a slut she was with her boyfriend.
My mom clambered over me. She was dressed in her pink nightgown which fanned open at her legs. Once she was positioned over me, she guided my erection in as she sat down and began to grind, sliding backward and forward on me like she was adjusting the driver's seat of a car.
"Mmmm, nice. Your brother feels so good!" She pushed up my t-shirt to rub my ribs and abs.
Taylor watched, smiling. I felt guilty, in this position I had one of my barefeet up on my dad's pillow.
No sooner did she get into a grinding groove when my mother climbed off me - I plopped out of her like a cork - and she invited Taylor to try me out. It was easy for Taylor to undress. She always wore mini-skirts, so she pulled off her panties and climbed onto our parent's bed and positioned herself over me. She moved faster, assuredly, to show our mother that she was no stranger to sex. Taylor was much tighter than mom, and she road me like I was her bicycle and she was huffing and puffing going uphill.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation, hands behind my head. I spread my legs until my left foot was up against my dad's back, and another thrill went through me that I was fucking my dad's wife and daughter.
My mom noticed my movement so she whispered at me, "Oliver, get your dirty feet off the pillow!"
"They're not dirty, mom. I showered this morning!"
She made a face of disbelief, then went back to peering closely at Taylor's pelvis on mine. "Good job, Tay-Tay! Don't let it slip out! You don't want to break his boner!"
