The globes of Mom's beautiful ass framed my thick cock as it plunged into her furry cunt. She had refused to bounce bellies with me, but doggy-style suited me just fine. I love to admire, caress, and even slap a woman's ass while I'm fucking her. Each thrust made her plump cheeks jiggle like Jello. She buried her pretty face in a pillow and yodeled into it. Her butt-cheeks clenched with every Kegel contraction in her pussy. She was cumming, and cumming hard.
"That's it, Son," Dad said. "Keep going. One orgasm is never enough for her. She can have ten, even twenty." He was sitting next to the bed watching through glassy eyes and jacking off like a schoolboy.
Overcome with lust, I bent forward and scooped up Mom's ample tits in both hands. Her swollen suckers were almost two inches long. I wet my thumbs and fingers and milked her. Another pillow over her head muffled her shrieks but didn't entirely smother them. Her howls told me I was doing something right, even though I wasn't doing anything fancy. I was simply driving my seven-inch torpedo straight into her tube three times per second like a fucking machine running at full speed. I lost count of her orgasms. I couldn't tell if she was having multiples or one long super-orgasm, not that it mattered.
"OH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" I shouted, and then I shot my load into my very first home - my mother's womb. I squeezed her big tits so hard that I bruised them. Dad took my place as soon as I pulled out. Her sopping wet pussy made squishing sounds as his whisk stirred my batter. Pearls of my jism spilled out and clung to his fuzzy balls. The feel of sloppy seconds provided by his own son was too much for him, and he came in short order. He snorted with each spurt from his cock. Panting like a runner after a marathon, he collapsed on top of her and sent both of them sprawling on the floor.
No doubt you are wondering how I happened to be fucking my mother in front of my father. I probably should have started at the beginning. I served in the Army for four years and rose to the rank of Captain. It was an honor to serve my country and I'm glad I did my part, but Army life wasn't for me. I took off my uniform, put on civilian clothes, and became a partner in my father's business. The three of us had a good life for awhile, then one day the police came and put handcuffs on him.
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that my father is innocent of the crime that he was accused of. He and I were working side-by-side at the very time that it was committed. Nevertheless, two eyewitnesses identified him as the criminal. It was clearly a case of mistaken identity. My father is the most law-abiding person that I know. He even obeys the speed limits. The jury did not believe my alibi and found Dad guilty. He was sentenced to one year in a minimum-security prison.
Before Dad reported to begin serving his sentence, he gave me a playful punch on the arm and invited me to Murphy's Tavern for a beer. We shot a few games of pool and then settled into a quiet corner booth.
"Son, I have a big favor to ask. I've given this a lot of thought and I know it's the right thing to do. You may never speak to me again after this, but I have to risk that and ask you for a favor. Your mother has a powerful sex drive. Sometimes I think she's addicted to sex. She's so beautiful that she can have any man she wants. She will never get through a year without one. Masturbation isn't enough for her. You have got to fill my shoes. I want to keep it in the family."
"Are you asking me to fuck my own mother?"
"That's right, son. It's fine with her. We know you have a big cock because we spied on you masturbating once. She has fantasized about taking you on, and now she's ready to make it a reality. What do you say?"
"Well, she is very beautiful, Dad, but I don't know if I have what it takes to fuck my own mother. I admit that I've had fantasies about it. Let me think about it."
I had already made up my mind but I didn't want to seem too eager. We shot a couple of games of pool - I had never played more poorly - and drank a few more beers that I hardly tasted. On the way home, I told my father that I would fuck his wife for him. "I have to be there for two reasons," he said. "First, I have to be sure you are man enough do it, and second, if I'm there you will know that I'm okay with it." I would have screwed her that very evening, but Dad insisted that we wait until the following evening.
