I knew it would happen someday, how I didn't know, but I knew in my heart that someday I would fulfill my fantasy and fuck my mother. The following is how it came to be.
My mother was barely 18, my dad 20 when they found out that she was pregnant with me. They got married and 2 years later my sister was conceived.
They are an attractive couple, working out several times a week has given them bodies that still turn heads. My mother is 40 and still gets ogled by men in their teens, my father has the same effect on woman.
My sister and I have always been close to our parents, never hesitating to do things with them like other kids did when they got into their teen years. Part of the reason for me and I'm sure for my sister was not only the love but also the lust that we held for our parents. My mother looked like Catherine Zeta Jones, not quite as tall but with the same voluptuous figure on a 5'7" frame. My father 5'10" tall had the chiseled movie star good looks, his graying temples only added to his manly charm.
I am 22 and married to a beautiful Latin girl named Christina. We met at a club and hit it off right away. It was no surprise that I fell for Chris, she looked a lot like my mother when she was younger, being roughly the same height and build she could have easily passed for a younger sister.
Chris having met my family for the first time commented on how attractive she thought we all were, she was especially smitten with my father, telling me over and over that she thought he was gorgeous.
My mother and Chris hit it off nicely, working out and shopping several times. My father took me aside several times while we were dating to tell me what a hot piece of ass Chris was. He said she reminded him of my mother, even saying that if I ever felt that I couldn't take care of my duties that he would be more than happy to step in, "wink, wink." I knew what he meant and took the compliment with pride.
After we got married Chris started working for my dad, doing secretarial work for his company. Chris joked with me from the first day she started working for him that she didn't know how she was going to keep her mind on her work with him being in the next room.
It was roughly the second year of marriage that we started having trouble in our relationship. I received a call from my mother, saying that Chris had told her that I was spending to much time away at sales meetings and that I was inattentive to her at home. I responded that I made every effort to be home when I could and felt that I gave Chris all my attention when I was home. My mom said that Chris still felt that it was not enough and that she wished I could be more like my dad.
It was several weeks after that discussion, that I received another call from my mother. She sounded very upset, and asked if I would meet her somewhere where we wouldn't be bothered. I took this as an ominous sign and told her that we could meet at the bar of the hotel around the corner from my job. Our company had a room there that we used for out of town clients and I knew that it was always quiet there. I arranged to meet her there around an hour later.
I arrived first and was seated at a booth when my mother arrived. She looked magnificent wearing a short floral dress that accentuated her lean tan legs. Her 34D breasts jiggled with each step of her white spiked heels, straining the small spaghetti straps that held them in place. The plunging neckline showing off her ample cleavage. As she approached the table, having thoroughly looked her over, I noticed that she had not taken off her sunglasses even though the bar was dimly lit. I stood to greet her and immediately she threw herself into my arms, squeezing me tightly. It was then that I heard the small sobs escape from her lips.
Sitting her down, I quickly asked her what was wrong. In a muffled voice she said that my dad was cheating on her. Removing her sunglasses and holding her face I looked into her eyes, I asked her why she suspected him of this. She said that she had been suspicious for awhile but that what she found this morning while doing the laundry had confirmed it. A pair of lacy panties that did not belong to her were in his coat pocket, and they had the smell of sex on them. I was stunned, that my dad had done this to my mother and that he had been dumb enough to get caught. My father had been quite the player in his youth, and I suspected him of earlier indiscretions when I was younger by the way that woman reacted to him. Hell he had even told me in my earlier youth about not getting caught with your dick in the wrong hole.
I didn't know what to say, I asked her if she had told my sister, to which she said no. I then asked in a concerned voice why she was telling me instead of her, and that's when she dropped the bombshell...
"What," I said, "what do you mean it's Christina?"
"Yes honey" she said placing a hand in my lap, "that's why I'm telling you, it's your wife that's sleeping with your father."
I asked her why she suspected Christina.
"Because" responded my mom, "I was with her when she bought the panties. She said she was going to wear them for you when you came home from one of your trips."
I asked her if there was any way she could be making a mistake, she responded that they were the same size, color and style she had purchased. I sat there speechless for several seconds, unintentionally staring into my mothers cleavage. It was her sobbing that shook me from my daze. Looking up to her face, I noticed that her eyes were red and puffy and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Both of us looked and felt like emotional wrecks I suggested to my Mom that we go up to the room to clean up and regain our mental state to which she agreed.
Arriving to the room, my mother quickly excused herself to the restroom. I went over to the bed and threw myself onto it. Mental images of my dad between my young wife's thighs, his cock gliding in and out of her pussy running thru my head. I lay there collecting my thoughts and considering my next move when my mother emerged from the restroom. Her face washed and her hair pulled back in a bun, she still looked a little shaken so I suggested she sit down. Instead of choosing the chair next to her, my mother walked over to the bed and sat down next to where I was laying. Kicking off her shoes, she said she was sorry that she had to be the one to have given me this bad news. As I looked up at her, a tear started to well up in her eye, reaching a hand toward her, I wiped it away. Grabbing her face in my hand, she placed her hand on top mine and held it against her face, caressing herself with my hand. She looked so beautiful that I began to forget why we were there and started thinking about how sexy of a woman she was.
My mom was the first to speak. "Oh honey" she said "if I had been a better woman your father wouldn't have tired of me and gone looking elsewhere. "This would've never happened, It's all my fault" she said "I'm not attractive to your father anymore. As she said this she laid her head down upon my chest, sobbing briefly as I held her in my arms. "Nonsense I said, "you are beautiful and sexy." Holding her in my arms and wanting to reassure her of her desirability made me feel comfortable enough to bare my soul to her. "Mom" I said, "you are a totally hot lady, men and woman drool all over you every where you go."