I walked round the side of my parents' house, having come home early since I decided to take the afternoon off from the crummy insurance office in which I was forced to be incarcerated for most of the week. It was a warm day towards the end of May and having been stuck in the wretched place all morning, the thought of spending the afternoon there as well dealing with a load of insurance claims for people I neither knew nor cared about and having to wear a suit and collar and tie surrounded by some of the most boring people ever put on this earth was not conducive to my well-being.
I knew I had to earn a living but the thought of staying there for the next forty-five years and ending up like the old farts who currently peppered the place made me feel quite ill. No way was I going to allow that to happen to me, I'd already made a surreptitious decision to look for something better within the first week of starting there.
I had plenty of time owing to me so I just told the manager, rather than asked, that I wanted the afternoon off and as soon as the clock hit noon, I was away. Little did I know as I stepped out of the office, feeling like a prisoner set free on day release, that a simple decision to take the afternoon off was going to change the lives of mum, dad and I forever.
The journey home was a nightmare, the train being just as crowded as it had been into town first thing in the morning. There was no rush hour these days, it goes on all the time with everyone in such a haste its a wonder they don't meet themselves coming back.
I had to stand for two thirds of the journey, the train was packed with people crammed in like sardines, eventually sinking gratefully into a seat at a station well-known as a good "tipping out" point. Wouldn't be too bad standing if I ended up pressed against somebody nice but, nine times out of ten, it was always me who drew the short straw and found myself up against some middle-aged bloke with sweaty armpits or a grossly overweight female.
Eventually, and at long last, the train drew up at my local station. It was only a short walk through the back streets to the house my mum Susan and dad Keith bought some twenty years earlier, shortly before I was born.
Mum and dad were sunbathing in the garden when I got home; dad is a self-employed electrician and can pick and choose his own working hours while mum works part-time in a branch of a well-known department store. Obviously, dad had chosen not to work this afternoon to coincide with mum's hours so they could be together and they both lay there on their sun lounges soaking up the afternoon's rays, dad in a pair of white swimming trunks and mum in a very fetching black bikini.
I've always had a thing for my mother, she is just about the most beautiful lady I have ever seen, preferable to any of the silly giggling girls of my own age back at the office. As I drew nearer, I licked my lips at the sight of her voluptuous tits accentuated by her bikini top while a quick glance south revealed the bikini bottom to be little more than a thong. Furthermore, a few of her pubic hairs were escaping through the material in a very sensuous and provocative way and, despite the fact she was my own mother - or even because of - I felt my cock start to harden inside the tight briefs I was wearing under my suit trousers.
Whether mum was showing strands of her hair deliberately to provoke dad or was blithely unaware of the fact I was not sure, at least not until I glanced at dad and decided that she was indeed fully aware of what she was doing, judging by the tent in my father's swim trunks. The outline of his cock and his balls were clearly visible through the material and I didn't need a magnifying glass to realise that dad was fully on the horn.
"Hi mum, hi dad," I said, holding my brief-case in front of my crotch so as not to reveal the fact I was matching my father inch for inch in the hard-on stakes.
They both looked up, startled, and then smiled. "Oh hi, Scott," mum said, "what are you doing home so early?"
"Had enough of work, mum," I replied, noticing that mum was making no attempt to adjust her bikini bottom, "the thought of sitting in that office all afternoon in this heat was just too much."
"Good to see you, son," my father said, likewise making no attempt to hide the bulge in his trunks, "you do look very stuffy in that suit ..."
"But very handsome, too," interrupted mum, flashing her wonderful smile at me so that my cock hardened a little more and wishing, without much hope, she would flash something else. Very soon my cock would, I knew, be fully aroused since it had a mind of its own and, in that I suppose, I am no different to every other man on the planet.
"He certainly does," went on dad in reply to mum's remark, "but, hey Scott, why don't you go and change into something more suitable for this weather and come and join us?"
"I need a shower first, dad," I said, "then I'll come and join you."
"Don't be long, sweetheart," mum said, her smile growing wider as I walked away, a smile so full of sunshine it would have brightened up the cloudiest of days.
I could hear mum and dad whispering to each other as I went into the house and even though I strained my ears, I could not make out what they were saying. Once inside, I bounded up the stairs, feeling an urgent need to empty my bladder.
I went into the smallest room in the house, unzipped my fly and took out my semi-erect cock and immediately poured forth a raging torrent of hot steaming piss. The sight of mum in her skimpy bikini and dad in his equally skimpy trunks had got me really excited and as the steady stream of crystal-clear pee splashed into the bowl, that excitement reached fever pitch.
The long ribbon of my urine finally came to an end and I flushed the loo and went into my room, stripping out of my suit down to my white underpants. My cock was now fully erect and I stood in front of the long wall mirror, admiring the tent in my briefs and wondering if I was as big as dad. From the bulge I had just seen in his trunks, I should imagine I ran him a very close second.
Mum flashing her pubic hair through her bikini bottom had got me really turned on and I gave a quick tug on my cock, enjoying the sensations coursing through my body as it responded to my excitement. I was so horny that, before going into the bathroom, I looked out the window to check that mum and dad were still safely outside, and then leapt across the landing, enjoying the feel of my briefs hugging my buns and denting into my crack, to their bedroom and started to rummage in the laundry basket.
I soon found what I was looking for, a pair of mum's used panties. I grabbed them and held them up to my nose and inhaled deeply, breathing in mum's aroma left behind on them, something I do regularly though usually when mum and dad are at work. I knew I was taking one hell-of-a-risk sniffing my mother's panties while my parents were only a few yards away but I couldn't help myself.
I breathed in the delicate intoxicating scent that still emanated from mum's panties and tugged on my cock, not too hard as I wanted to save my trip to paradise for later. I was so carried away that I began to lose track of time, had forgotten all about having a shower and joining my parents in the garden, and I was still sniffing away when I heard a voice from the bedroom door behind me.
"What on earth are you doing, son?"
Startled, I instantly took the panties from my nose and held them in front of my midriff to hide the bulge in my briefs as I turned to see my father standing in the doorway. He must have come in to have a pee or to find out where I had got to and tip-toed up the stairs so quietly, I just hadn't heard him. Before he'd spoken, he would have had a good view of my hard tight arse emphasized by my close-fitting underpants and must have seen me with mum's panties up to my nose though he could never have expected to find his son sniffing his wife's underwear. Or could he?
