I was utterly miserable. It was days, weeks even since I'd last had sex. In fact the last time had been the incestuous coupling with my mom. It had proved to be the best sexual experience of my short life so far. Mom was everything I now knew I wanted in a woman. Not only was she gorgeous to look at, she had a killer body too. And the sex - well that had been utterly mind blowing!
But now - she was keeping her distance. Her once permanently happy and sunny disposition had deserted her, seemingly for good. She could barely converse with me let alone look at me. And if dad was aware of the awkwardness between us he hid it well. She'd also taken to wearing less form fitting clothing, presumably to hide her large boobs from my hungry eyes.
To relieve the pressure I was experiencing I whacked off daily to the pictures I'd taken of mom, always using a pair of her panties to catch my spunk when I finally came. Maybe it was petulant and childish but before I went out I always left them balled up in a squishy mess on top of the photos, which were carefully laid out on my bed for mom to find. When I returned to my room later in the day the panties were always gone but mom never made mention of it.
My time with Mrs Kowalski was also a thing of the past, spoiled forever because I'd fucked my mom. Despite her enormous breasts there was just no comparison. Mom had her beat all ends up. Besides, Mr Kowalski was still on the prowl looking for other men who'd taken advantage of his wife's loose morals. So far the rumor mill said the count was seven and that obviously didn't include me.
And what of Candice I hear you say, surely you must be still seeing her? Well, no not really. We'd always had a tenuous on again - off again type of relationship. I never thought she was the smartest of girls, a bit naive I guess you could say, lacking in common sense, the epitome of a dumb blonde, so I was surprised when she told me she was going away to college. It turned out that academically she was quite brainy.
I figured it was time to call it a day. I was never going to marry her and I guessed she would get eaten alive by the jocks at college. There was no way anyone that attractive would be able to stay faithful to a boyfriend back home. It was better to cut my losses now. Not that I was that bothered anyway. But I felt I could be her FWB whenever she came home for the holidays.
As the weeks slipped by, it eventually dawned on me that mom was trying to rekindle her relationship with dad. She kept booking weekend trips away for just the two of them, going mainly to resorts or hotels that specialized in adult only guests. I'm not sure if these trips were working because virtually every time they returned home late on a Sunday night she seemed to have a scowl on her face and dad usually looked depressed.
Confirmation of their tepid sexual relationship was finally confirmed when I returned home early after a night out with my friends Jamie and Tristan. At Jamie's insistence we'd gone to the mall to ogle the local talent. We just sat around whilst Jamie and Tristan cat called or whistled at the scantily clad girls who walked past us. If there were any above the age of sixteen I'd have been surprised. Not my scene at all. I wasn't in the mood for their juvenile antics so I made my excuses and left.
Arriving home the house was in darkness. My stomach muscles immediately clenched. I went to the bottom of the stairs and strained to hear if there were any noises coming from mom and dad's bedroom.
Nothing.
I crept upstairs to find their room deserted. And then I heard the front door open and then bang shut.
"Come on Damien, I want you upstairs now," I heard mom say in a loud voice. Her speech sounded slurred so I guessed she'd been drinking.
I darted into my bedroom, leaving the door open just enough that I could see them go past. I held my breath as mom passed by my doorway, leaving the scent of her perfume lingering in her wake. Just the smell of her got me hard.
Dad followed seconds later, mumbling and grumbling that he had to be at work early tomorrow or something like that. I peered around my door to make sure they were both inside their room before I slipped out. I tiptoed across and looked in through the open doorway.
Mom had her back to me. Her top and bra were already off and had been tossed on the floor and she was shimmying her ass as she lowered her skirt over her hips. Now naked she stretched up and displayed her sumptuous curves to my gaze. My cock began to throb. From the rear she looked fantastic. She turned. Her body was even better from the front. Her large, water melon shaped boobs swung and jiggled about for a second or two. My god, they were fantastic and her nipples, fuck they looked enormous. My cock stiffened and moved up and down inside my jeans as if nodding in total agreement.
She lay down on the bed, holding her arms out towards my dad. "Come on Damien, come and make love to your wife," she said.
Dad climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. He moved forward just a bit and I saw mom's eyes go wide. He had entered her. No foreplay, no teasing, no nothing. But she must have been wet because there was no grimace of pain.
Mom closed her arms around my dad's back and began to move in rhythm to dad's thrusts. She began to bang into him, trying to urge him on to greater endeavors.
"Come on Damien," I heard her grunt, "fuck me harder."
Dad mumbled something incoherent and just carried on as normal. Mom was now moving her body about quite violently, twisting and turning, arching her body off the bed as she searched for some kind of meaningful contact with my dad's body.
And then dad sighed and rolled off her. Holy fuck - had he cum already?
Wow. I couldn't believe it. That was poor by anyone's standards. I shook my head sorrowfully. I felt bad for mom. I pulled back slightly away from the doorway, ready to run in case either of them got up.
"You've cum already? My god Damien, what about me?"
Dad mumbled something I couldn't make out. What ever it was, mom didn't seem best pleased.
"You selfish piece of shit. What about my needs? Don't you love me?"
"Of course I do," Dad replied, "it's just that I have a busy day tomorrow and ..."
"So that's your excuse is it Damien," Mom railed, interrupting him, "you can't be bothered to satisfy your wife because you'd rather concentrate on your job. Well it's true what they say then ... men can't multi task! For god's sake when you're at home you should concentrate on me, not work. I'm important too you know!"
"That's unfair. You know it's not like that," Dad said.
"Do I Damien, do I really?" Mom fired back, the venom in he voice quite clear. I heard a noise, which sounded like mom was getting up off the bed. For some reason I panicked and instead of scurrying back into my room I darted off downstairs. I made it into the kitchen just as I heard mom yell "good - night" maliciously back at my dad, breaking the word into two distinct parts. She was definitely pissed with him as was confirmed when I heard her slam their bedroom door shut.
I put on the kettle to make myself a coffee so I had my back to mom when she walked into the kitchen. I heard her gasp though. I turned around and smiled and said smugly, "Hi mom, you and dad been out?"
