I awakened in a little bit of haze. It had been voices that awakened me from my deep sleep. My eyes opened to see my father sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking the soft flesh of my mother's stomach. The fact that I was laying in bed nude with his wife, my mother, did not seem to faze my dad. It shouldn't have surprised me; nothing ever seemed to faze Dad.
"Hey, Mike," he said with a wry smile, as he slipped his hand down over my mother's neatly trimmed mound. I looked over at Mom; she looked at me with eyes that revealed her embarrassment at the situation.
"Uh, hi Dad," I managed. I was somewhere between fear and jealousy, though I immediately felt guilt at having felt the latter. Mom was, after all, Dad's wife. Yet, the sound of her soft moan, as Dad's middle finger plunged down over her clit made aroused me. Only hours before, it had been I who made her moan in such a way.
"Oh, our girl likes that, Mike," Dad said, still smiling. "Don't you, honey?" At this, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Mom only moaned, as she looked towards me out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge my reaction. Absently, her left hand slid down over Dad's arm and joined it at her sex, as I watched. The sound of hearing my Dad's mention of "our girl" still swirling in my mind, I felt Mom's right hand slide over my growing erection.
When Dad pulled from Mom's lips, Mom turned her eyes to me. Her small hand gripping my hard cock, as she guided Dad's fingers in pleasuring her, Mom mouthed the words "He just got home." I only smiled softly down to her. I reached out and stroked her soft, hair, as Dad's lips found her left nipple.
"I love you, Mike," Mom whispered in the middle of a soft gasp, as Dad sucked her nipple into his mouth. Dad was still fully clothed in a navy business suit. His red tie was loosened, but still around his neck. Only as I leaned close to kiss my mother, did I glance over and see that his free hand had pulled his cock from his trousers. I was immediately grateful that mine was much longer and thicker than his. With my own wry smile, just before my lips touched Mom's, I answered, "I love you too, Mom."