Can't Hold Bac

I needed to fuck my mom. I hadn't ever felt anything other than normal feelings towards her, until I came home early from an afternoon class that had been cancelled. I was 19, and still living at home while going to college in town. I had wanted to move out as soon as I graduated high school but we just couldn't afford that and college, not when my childhood home was 20 minutes from school.

The day my whole life changed, I was a little annoyed to have gone all the way to campus only for class to be cancelled 10 minutes before it started, but it meant I had enough time to go back home before baseball practice. When I opened the front door, I heard my father grunting and thought he was probably working out, only to realize I was wrong, when I heard the sweet melody of female moans.

I was instantly filled with rage. I don't know if I just couldn't fathom my mom and dad getting it on in the middle of the day, or if I thought my mother was supposed to be at work, but I was convinced my dad was here fucking some chick in their bed. I stomped angrily into the hallway that led to my parent's bedroom, full of fire, ready to confront my dad and catch him in the act of destroying our perfect family and taking advantage of my giving mother.

As I turned the corner, my field of vision tunneled to the open door, and I saw only my fathers feet, and a bouncing perky ass, riding his cock. My blood rushed and my face felt hot, as his grunts turned to moans and her heavy breaths increased. I stopped in my tracks when she planted her hands on his chest and her shoulder blades raised her torso up off of his, and I saw the first tattoo I ever remember seeing; the blue flowers that adorned my mother's left shoulder. My blood continued to race through my veins, one in particular. My hard cock caught my attention when it became painfully tight inside the leg of my jeans.

I was captivated by her body. The motion and the sounds that came out of her... I had never imagined she would be like this. I studied her rib cage, and her narrow waist, the muscles in her back that flexed and released in time with her sensual and skillful ride.

Her ass never stopped pumping and her moaning chorus increased as she whipped her head back to gasp for air. The waist length auburn hair I had admired my entire life snapped like a whip against her back and flowed over her writhing body. My fingers were numb and I nearly dropped my backpack, before I over-corrected and gripped tight. Luckily my mom's whines and gasps covered the sound of my hiss when I felt how hard I was unconsciously squeezing my needy erection.

My fathers toes curled and he grabbed her hips to slam her pelvis down on to his, trying to bury his seed as deep in her as when they made me. Her whines intensified in their final strokes, I can only assume in reaction to him emptying his load inside her, but they almost sounded like protests, as if she didnt want it to end.

She rolled off of his gasping body and I darted towards the stairs, sure that within moments, either or both of them would see my staring, half lidded eyes, and my hard cock straining my jeans. I climbed the stairs and slipped passed my brother's room and into my own. I shut the door with my back and dropped my bag on the floor, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pant and dug my cock out of my pant leg. I stroked my hand over the ridge of my head and collected my pooling precum as I imagined my mother's wet cunt sliding on and off of my thick dick. I fucked my hand the way I wanted to fuck the woman that had just been riding my dad.

Suddenly it was me. I was laying on my back, watching the tits I can't remember bounce, as her ass slammed repeatedly into my lap. I made her moan and gasp as I sat us both up and grabbed a fistful of long hair, wrapping it around my hand and pulling to expose her slender neck to me. As I heard her pleasure filled cries increase to screaming the name she gave me, my load shot through my cock quicker than I was ready for, and I shook as I came over the floor and my dropped pants.

Ever since, I've tried to ignore my disgusting incestuous desires. It would have been possible if it weren't for America's full embrace of "athleisure" and incest porn. Watching her do housework in skintight yoga pants and mow the lawn in a sports bra, and having to scroll past "MILF stepmom helps son jack off" videos when trying to find anything other than her to cum to, seriously stunted my sexual development. I cursed every mother-erection I got, and had to fight to keep her out of all my masturbatory fantasies.

My father sat me down a few months ago to ask me if I was gay. I was taken off guard, afraid he was going to confront me about the way I looked at, and lusted after his wife when I thought no one was looking. When it turned out to be just my dad being more involved than i ever remember him being, I breathed a sigh of relief and had to stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Definitely not, dad."

"Alright.. Well you know it's okay if you are.. It's just that your mother noticed that you stopped dating a few years ago. You don't bring girls to the house anymore, and since you broke up with Catherine, you haven't dated anyone seriously. Your brother, while he doesn't have.. the best taste in girls, he does bring them around and falls in love every other month."

We shared a laugh at my brother's awful girlfriend decisions and me even more so at hearing what my dad thought of them. He was a reserved man, discrete and modest. Him saying Cal didnt have the best taste in women was his version of calling them the "C" word.

"We just want to make sure you're okay... living life and having fun. You're too young to be heartbroken over Catherine if thats what it is.. and it's been two and a half years, we thought you'd be over her." He said with as much concern as, the wet noodle that he was, could muster.

"I am over her... it's not that." It's the woman that makes all of my meals, cleans our house, makes sure all of us have everything we need, and a body I want to crawl back inside... "It's nothing really... you guys are right, I'm just too young to be heartbroken.. I date.. sort of, and have fun, but I don't want to be in a serious relationship right now, thats all." I replied.

His brow furrowed in thoughtful consideration and he nodded slightly, raising up and walking away, apparently the conversation was over. I wasn't lying really, I did sort of date and have fun. I never brought girls home because I didn't want anyone realizing that I had a type, and how familiar that type was. I didn't want anyone to suspect that as I shoved my cock repeatedly into pussies attached to girls that looked enough like my mom to get my dick hard, that I was imagining it was her I was fucking. I didn't want anyone to realize that I very rarely fucked the same girl twice, because in the end they were never my mom, or never were the fantasy I'd built up around her for the past few years.

My dad bought the story, but I wondered if my mom would. As much as he was modest, reserved, and non-confrontational, she was loving and observant and deep. I had wondered before why they never fought.. my friends' parents fought even in front of us, but our parents? It was quiet, always. I saw disapproving glances from dad, or mom correcting behavior that he would deem inappropriate. There was even minimal discipline to us. Mom would occasionally yell, and ground us, but dad never seemed to want to get involved.

I think that was what surprised me most when I walked in on them. I know it should have been the repulsion of watching my parents fuck, but mostly, I was amazed so much sexual energy and raw animal fuck was locked away inside my mother. I knew her tattoo was from before they were together, and my father disapproved if it, but I wondered since seeing her that way, how much of her wild, firey, nature had been stamped out by my father. I wondered what I didn't know about her, and it added to the fantasy. I couldn't imagine how people so seemingly different could be happy together... but part of me was sure it was fueled by my jealousy of wanting to move in on his woman.

There were times I thought she wanted me too, knowing I was probably reading too much into it, but wanting to believe. I caught her watching me and my college buddies playing basketball on the driveway shirtless and thought I saw lust in her eyes as they stayed glued to me. She would always ask me to help with the laundry or groceries and never my brother. The time I was most convinced, was the way she hugged me when we were alone out on the back porch on my last birthday. I had announced to everyone the day before, that I'd gotten a job and found an apartment I could afford, and would be setting out on my own a few months after college graduation. Mom had made a big deal about being proud of the man I had become. The next night on my birthday, she had made my favorite dinner and a delicious cake, going way over the top. After we had stuffed ourselves, I went out on the back porch to enjoy the spring air, when mom came out to deliver another piece of cake to me, with a single candle.

"I already blew out my candles..." I said teasing her for being so sentimental.

"I know... but sometimes," she said softly as her hand covered the flame to protect it, "men have different wishes than boys, and they're usually secrets. So, as a man about to set out, you should make your man wish... your secret wish.. all alone, here in the dark... where secrets live." She looked into my eyes seriously and I stared into hers as hot wax dripped onto my icing. She swallowed hard under the intensity, and raised the cake up between us. I only opened my mouth enough to blow, never taking my eyes off hers, even through the dancing line of smoke between us.

I was telling her, in my stare, that she was the only thing I had wished for, for years. She broke before I did, stepping close to me, pressing her body into mine as she hugged me like a woman, not like a mother, and whispered, "happy birthday, baby" in my ear. I had become good at not letting myself grope her body the way I really wanted to whenever she was close, but this was pushing it. I kept my hand tastefully on her lower back and held her firmly. She set the cake on the railing and turned to go back inside and finish cleaning up from the family dinner she had carefully planned and painstakingly cooked.

How in the hell would I ever find a woman that would take care of me the way she does? She loves me like no one else ever will... and I dare to want more.

I was laying awake with a hard, throbbing, red cock, refusing to touch myself because of how I got it. Mom looked particularly hot tonight, and for some reason had put on music while she cooked dinner. She used to do that all the time when we were young, but somewhere along the line she stopped and cooked dinner with the sound of sports on the living room T.V. as her only companion. She sang with her beautiful voice and shook her hips back and forth as she stirred the contents of the deep saucepan, and licked the spoon to taste. I didn't care if anyone saw me watching this time, I wouldn't miss seeing her enjoy herself.

My cock started to deflate sometime during dinner but the smell of her hair as I kissed her goodnight on the cheek, brought it all back. For a long time I'd avoided those kisses and family moments that brought our bodies into close proximity, but lately I had started to give in. I didnt have to resist much longer, I knew I was moving away soon, and wasn't going to miss my last opportunities to kiss and touch her. I think she enjoyed the affection, she always looked into my eyes with care when I gave it to her. Besides, I don't think I had much of a choice. The lust festering inside me was breaking down all the good, gentlemanly, parts of me. I often felt, I was on the brink of taking her, without regard to the repercussions. Letting out little bits of it was keeping the dam from breaking.

I heard the T.V. still on downstairs and assumed, as usual, dad was in his place on the couch, binging his latest show, while mom cleaned or folded laundry. It was late, but I couldn't sleep, I needed a drink or something to distract me. I popped on my shorts and felt a little relief that movement sent blood to other parts of my body.

My relief was short-lived when I came to the landing halfway down the stairs. I looked into the living room to see my mother's naked body, lit by the strobing light of the T.V., reclined slightly on the couch, with one leg on the ottoman, and one heel resting on my father's back. Her arms were outstretched in front of her, pushing her tits together, as she gripped my father's hair in fists and bit her lip. His arms were wrapped around her thighs and his fingers were splayed out as wide as they could be, trying to caress as much of her body as he could while he ate her quivering pussy.

She traded his hair for hers as she stretched and writhed, grinding her wet pussy against his face. I was so disappointed I couldn't hear the wet slurp of her cunt over the noise of the television, sure that sound would come with me to my grave. I hoped it would be loud enough to cover my involuntary groans as I made the decision to finally touch myself. I pushed the waistband of my shorts down and let the cool air touch my hot, neglected, erection before cupping and tugging slightly at my tip.

Mom's head lolled onto the back of the couch and I saw the mask of pleasure I'd never seen on her before and felt emboldened not to step out of sight. She had her eyes closed, and I didn't care anymore if she opened them and saw her half naked son, stroking his cock to her pleasure. It did remind me of where I was though, and I took a glance up the bannister towards Cal's room to make sure he wasn't witnessing my perverted spy on our parents. When I looked back my dad was shaking his head and my mom was bucking more wildly. I dont know how long they were at it before I witnessed, but it seemed incredibly fast for her to already be about to cum. Her face looked twisted and I wanted to change it myself. I wanted to see the woman I wanted to fuck, look down at me between her legs and beg me to make her cum through squeaks and whines.

Suddenly her head shot back to looking down her body at him, as he stopped suddenly and walked toward her on his knees. He lined his hard cock up to her entrance and started pushing in. She moaned slow and readjusted herself to make it feel better. She held his face as he looked into her eyes and fucked her slow. It was romantic, but I could tell from my mother's clenched fists, she needed more, and fuck did I want to give it to her.

I edged the entire time my dad seemingly took what he wanted from my mom's body. Occasional glances to Cal's room to ensure I was alone, stole my attention for split seconds, one of which, I tuned back into my familial sex show, only to see my mother's eye's looking straight into mine. Her mouth opened in a gasp and I'm sure, in order to warn my father, but it was frozen that way when she saw my hard cock out, being stroked, and the look of desire in my eyes, above my forefinger in front of my lips, willing her to be quiet.

I'm sure she could see that I was fucking my hand in time with my father's every entry into her heat, and after a few glances trying to decide whether to look into my eyes or her baby boy's manhood, she felt the final strokes of her husband's impatient cock. She turned her face away from me and buried it in his neck as he came inside her.

She planted little tender kissing along him as he slipped out of her and flopped from his knees back onto the couch. She hurried away without looking back to me, not willing to acknowledge what happened. She returned in a night dress to clean his cock with a warm wet towel and cover him up with a blanket, before kissing him and walking into their master suite.

I looked at the pole jutting out from my midsection and became drunk with the lust. I had horny courage, and I don't know who it was inside me, but he was determined. I finished descending the stairs and got my drink of water, until the sound of dad snoring gave me the permission I needed. I strode into their bedroom only to find it empty with a closed door to the bathroom.

I pulled open the bathroom doors to reveal my mother in the bathtub as it filled up.

"Mark! What are you doing?" she shouted quietly at me as she attempted to cover what was not distorted by bath water. "Your father is"-

"Asleep on the couch.. of course." I said, shutting the door behind me and trying not to let my contempt show.

"You.. You saw.. I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have been doing that out there in the common room... how... how much did you see?" She asked embarrassed and unsure if she really wanted the answer as she snuck peeks at my still very present erection. I walked slowly towards the bath as I ran my fingers through my matching auburn hair and knelt beside her.

"Long enough to know he didn't make you cum." I said as I reached into the warm water near her thigh.

"Don't talk like that honey... It's not right." She said as she tightened up her legs, astonished by what was going on with me. My warm wet hand touched her bent knee and she flinched away. I held steady, grazing, fingers first, along the inside of her creamy smooth thighs. She looked scared and suspiciously at me as her legs closed shut, stopping my fingers' journey.

"Open." I said to her sternly as I put pressure on the crease. She took a ragged breath and clenched her jaw, clearly battling with herself, and stared me down before giving the slightest millimeter of space back to me. I looked into both her eyes, and said nothing as I brought my other hand to her knee and forced her thighs as open as the tub would allow. Reaching into the water, I raked my nails down her thigh and waved water against her sensitive clit.

She moaned and whined and watched me do it, taking solace in the fact we weren't actually touching... for now. She started to close her knees and look away in shame at what her son had seen and was doing to her. When my strong hand stopped her.

"Mark.." she said quietly protesting, so unused to having to fight.

"I said.. Open." I ordered, while gazing straight into her eyes. Her cheeks flushed as did her chest and she slowly opened her legs. She liked being commanded.. I wondered if she craved assertiveness after years of quick milk-toast fucks from my father. Wondered if she needed to be told what to do after having to decide everything all the time. She looked ashamed of her obedience and maybe her mutual desire for me.

Instead of splashing more water against her throbbing clit, I made contact. She gasped quietly and whimpered as my fingers made contact with her sensitivity. I cupped and rubbed her whole sex while pulsing my middle finger against her entrance, feeling the indescribable difference between the slickness of her pussy juice that is so distinct from water.

I grabbed her by her nape hairs and held her forehead to mine as we took more and more labored breaths. My thumb snuck between my hand and her and started applying pressure to her hardening clit as my fingers tested the wetness required for entry. I looked out the top of my eyes at her to find her staring back. I rubbed her clit twice more before using her hair to force her head to look at her pussy.

"Watch it happen..." She let out a restrained whimper as I slowly pushed my middle two fingers inside of her clenching walls until my outside fingers stopped me from going any further. She grabbed at my arm and covered her mouth to keep from wailing and I encouraged her by wiggling my digits. I didn't want to get caught but I wanted to hear what I was doing to her.

I started caressing inside her, relishing the risk I was taking and hoping it wasn't the last time I'd get to push her past the limits of what was acceptable. My thumb circled her bundle of nerves and fingers began to curl in just the right spot inside her. I pulled her hair back so that her head was hanging over the bath and I licked her neck from collar bone to chin. Her tase was exquisite. She was salty from being fucked, wet from the steam of the bath and her own flavor ran through her and onto my tongue. My turn to moan and growl.