Hello readers! I apologize for the long time in between chapters. I hope to update with more regularity! As always these chapters can be standalone but I suggest checking out the previous chapters. I hope you enjoy and am happy to listen to feedback!
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Chris stretched and yawned as his eyes struggled to open against the morning sun creeping into his room. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings straight - waking up in the rental house for the first time was a new experience. He felt the thin sheets wrap around his naked thighs and the smooth fabric gently slid across his natural morning erection; causing a brief moment of pleasure which brought his mind back to the events of the previous night. The family vacation had started off with a bang - well, almost - and the visions and feelings of his mother's touch coaxed his hand down to his now fully erect penis. Chris adjusted his body and he pulled the sheets to one side as he debated whether or not he was going to get himself off. He had plenty of mental material but he also wanted to make sure he didn't waste his loads - anticipating that there may be more fun to be had.
With his hand on his cock, Chris let out a heavy sigh. He told himself that it would only be a matter of time before either his sisters or his mom would be able to assist and now was not the time. Chris laid in bed for a couple minutes, wasting time while his morning excitement subsided. He could smell the coffee and the scent of baking coming from the kitchen so he decided to throw on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top prior to his expedition towards the enticing scent.
He stopped by the bathroom closest to his room where he brushed his teeth and made sure he looked somewhat presentable. With each step towards the kitchen, the smooth feeling of his shorts caressed his still stirring cock; something that excited Chris but also made him walk a bit slower; not wanting to greet his family with a massive erection - yet.
On his approach to the kitchen; his ears picked up shuffling noises and what sounded like muffled voices. However it didn't sound like a normal morning conversation and Chris couldn't decide if he should be scared or intrigued. Lacking the proper attire didn't give him the best opportunity for self defense so he was hoping his services wouldn't be needed. In order to focus more on the sounds coming from the kitchen, each step Chris took was more calculated than the last but became a bit more hurried as began to think he could recognize what he was hearing. The sound of silverware falling into the sink startled him out of his concentration and just as he was about to turn the corner into the kitchen he heard his mother's voice among the still running sink and bumped into kitchen appliances.
Reaching a point where he was absolutely positive he was hearing something intriguing; Chris became overly eager to see what exactly was going on. The last few steps of the journey were by hurried tip toes and a curious Chris poked his head around the corner as soon as he could. A gasp escaped his lips; the volume of which was so loud it froze Chris; momentarily believing he was caught. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest, his legs wobbled and almost buckled at the sight of his dad thrusting his hips rhythmically into his mom from behind.
There was something exciting about watching his own parents have sex even though the idea of any member of his family having sex took on a different meaning since he became involved in his family's traditions. It was intimate and sexy - watching a private moment between two people he had experienced the same with. Chris felt his cock swell immediately and watching his parents fucking in the kitchen left him throbbing. Frozen and unsure of what to do; Chris stood and stared from behind the wall; wishing he had a better view than having to witness the act from where he was stationed. Feeling his cock pushing against his basketball shorts; Chris reflexively slid his hand down his shorts and nearly came at the first touch.
Since he could only see the deed from behind; his first focus was on his dad's frame. Strong and in control, Nick grasped his wife firmly and Chris could tell his cock was hitting finding the right spots. Nick's pajama pants were around his ankles and his legs held a solid foundation allowing him to penetrate as deep as possible. Chris watched as his parents' bodies collided together in a sexual harmony that seemed as sexy as it was aggressive. It was impossible not to admire the shape of his fathers ass and legs; although it did make Chris a bit self conscious knowing his legs didn't quite look the same. As Nick's calves and glutes worked together to slide in and out of Tricia's hole, he shifted his body more towards one side; allowing for Chris to get a better view of his mother.
Tricia let out small moans and occasionally a slight yelp when Nick thrust as deep as he could - which happened frequently. She was standing almost straight up against the counter, bent only slightly at the waist - her deep pink silk night robe pulled up to her lower back exposing her full, round ass and providing access to her beckoning cunt. Chris didn't hesitate to begin stroking; watching his mother match his father's thrusts; syncing with his speed. Nick had his left hand wrapped around her shoulders and Tricia's reactions to it made Chris believe Nick was alternating between light air play and covering her mouth when she got too loud. Nick's right hand kept the robe in place while he fucked his wife in the kitchen.
Chris couldn't help but feel the urge to wander in, interrupt and join but his feet felt as if they were glued to the ground - he'd need to be content to watch for the time being. He slowly massaged his rock hard cock; knowing his excitement watching this unfolding scene before him would lead to a quick orgasm. His eyes were glued to the two figures writhing, pushing and pressing into each other; admiring his mother's long legs and perfectly pedicured feet - standing on tip toes to allow her husband enough leverage behind her. Yearning to get closer for a better look - Chris had convinced himself that any noise would clue them in to his voyeurism and that would be the end of that.
Overwhelmed and needing to be touched; Chris decided to free his member and his cock sprang out from his now soaked shorts; a long strand of pre cum dangled off the head which Chris noticed and used a finger to scoop before it fell. Now leaning with his shoulder into the wall; Chris cupped his tightening balls with his left hand and plunged his pre cum covered finger into his mouth; tasting his own excitement. Using the excess saliva to wet his fingers and palm; Chris rubbed the head and underside of his shaft allowing his hand to glide swiftly over his member.
His focus returned back to the kitchen when Tricia's moans became quicker and louder; her round ass jolting backwards and meeting Nick's movements. The sound of their bodies slapping together and Nick's balls now visible from behind with his wider stance allowed Chris to get a better view even from his vantage point. Chris saw his dad grip and pull Tricia closer to him; his movements getting more compact but with greater force.
Chris's mouth was watering; wanting nothing more than to participate. He pictured himself doing the fucking while his mom wrapped her lips around his dad's cock; his mind racing with different scenarios. He thought back to the restaurant bathroom where he fucked his own mother while a complete stranger looked on and shot his load in front of them. A few months earlier, like most people, Chris wouldn't want to believe his parents even had sex let alone catching them in the act and now here he was about to shoot a massive load while watching his parents fuck.
The adrenaline was pumping and Chris knew he didn't have much longer. Judging by his parent's change of pace; Chris believed his dad probably felt the same.
"nnnnnggggh...babe....I... I...," Tricia's voice was halted and interrupted with each pump of Nick's hips as she tried to form coherent words from her groans and grunts.
Seemingly no longer worried about the noise; Nick brought his left hand from around Tricia's neck and shoulders and situated himself directly behind his wife. Now with both of her husband's hands squarely on her hips; Tricia bent down further and kept herself steady by clutching the sides of the sink.
"Yeah? Tell me..." Nick exhaled his words, focused solely on what was about to happen and his wife in front of him.
"Fuck, baby. I'm close." Tricia got her words out and a wide eyed Chris sat in awe watching his mother brace herself for her orgasm.
Chris ran his tongue over his palm; lubricating it as much as possible before he increased the speed of his strokes; now unaware and un-phased by the noise his own masturbation was making.
"Cum on my cock, baby. That's it. Take it. Fuck... I can feel it..." Nick, clearly getting to the point of no return; focused his thrusts and firmly grabbed his wife's hips pulling her into his hard thrusts.
