"Ooh, fuck me baby, yeah, pound my pussy," The porno playing on the television was barely audible. I watched my hand glide up and down my hard shaft. I felt myself swell; I knew it wouldn't be long now. I pumped faster and faster. I closed my eyes, and bit my lower lip.
Images flooded my head. Long dark hair flowed over her shoulder; legs were spread, inviting me in. My pumping increased. "Mmm, I want to fuck you so bad," I growled through gritted teeth. Images of my cock sawing in and out of her pussy, popped into my mind. Her perfectly round tits jiggled with every inward thrust.
My cock swelled again, I could feel the familiar sensation start in my groin. I heard the floorboard squeak. I hit the power button on the remote, and covered myself with my blankets as the door to my room squealed open. I felt the sticky cum shoot onto my stomach, my cock spewed again and again.
Finally, the door closed. I uncovered myself. I grabbed a Kleenex from my bed stand and cleaned up my mess the best I could. Irritated, I turned over and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I woke to the sound of clattering dishes. I could hear my Moms' voice angrily yelling at my Dad. Which wasn't unusual at all. They often fought with one another. I put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that were lying on my floor from the night before. My arrival downstairs was greeted by silence. My parents never fought in front of me.
The phone rang, suddenly. My dad answered, being the closest one to it. I could tell by the select words that it was his work calling him in. He worked for the railroad and he didn't really know when he was going to work until they called him in. Without a word, he exited the kitchen. My mom tightened her robe, sighed, and followed him up. My eyes were glued to her breasts bounced up and down as she strode from the kitchen.
I grabbed the cereal box, a bowl and helped myself to breakfast. Soon enough I could hear them yelling again. They were enough out of earshot that I couldn't tell what they were bickering about now. I finished my breakfast and sat down outside in the warm sun.
The door slammed open. I quickly got out of the way. My dad stormed to the car, grunting and mumbling. I didn't dare provoke him by wishing him a good day at work. I went back inside the house to make sure mom was okay. I could hear her sobbing upstairs. She was sitting on her bed, her face hidden in her hands.
"Mom?" I asked, "Everything okay?"
She looked up at me, "You're such a sweet boy," She responded between sobs. Her long dark hair hung limply against her face. Her breasts were heaving, as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. I knelt down and held her in my arms. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. I held her closer, and my dick became hard. Her sobbing had stopped. I nuzzled against her neck; kissing it light enough that I didn't think she could feel it. Her arms wrapped around me tighter.
