She must have really believed we were through this time.
I'd moved out of the house like I'd promised her I would but that didn't mean we were through. Maybe she thought if we weren't in the same house things would be different.
When did being apart from the only person you ever loved make you love them any less?
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It was raining hard when they finally came home from their evening out together. They ran arm in arm from their car to the covered porch of their house - a place I used to call my home too.
She looked amazing ... she'd dressed up for him.
Her long golden hair looked black as it clung to her face and the short white dress she wore was shear from the rain. It clung to her thick body showing off every luscious curve.
I could see her face. She was smiling at him.
The smile she gave my Father was a smile that said: "I know I'm about to get fucked."
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They kissed like teenagers, grasping hands and grinding hips. I watched it all, my hands sweaty and my grip tight on the steering wheel.
Her beautiful thick bare legs wrapped around him as he pinned her to the porch railing with his body. She ran her hands up and down his back and through his hair.
I turned up my windshield wipers to see better through the rain.
She looked at me over his shoulder.
Our eyes met and she smiled that smile again - only this time she was taunting me.
He lifted her up onto the railing, parted her legs, and thrust into her roughly.
She gasped; I couldn't hear her, but I could see the change in her eyes; see her lips part in ecstasy. I knew that look and I knew the sounds she made when a cock was inside her.
His hips rolled and her body moved with him. She clawed his back and sucked his neck, all the while watching me to make sure I was watching them fuck.
Thankfully, it was over in a few short seconds.
He jerked a few times and she cried out, this time I could hear her faintly through the low rumble of the heavy rain.
He pulled out of her, backed up, and zipped up his pants before casually walking into the house.
She just sat there on the railing with her legs spread; her fat tits rising and falling with her rapid breath ... still watching me watch her.
I stepped out of my car and into the warm rain.
She hopped off the railing and fled into the house before I could get more than a few steps ... I followed anyway.
As I suspected; the door was unlocked.
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I entered quietly and listened.
There was water running in the kitchen and upstairs.
The lights were out but I didn't need them. I knew the layout; every piece of furniture; every step of the staircase; where every door led to.
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She had her back to me but I knew she could see me reflected in the small window above the sink. LEDs from the kitchen appliances shaded the kitchen in patches of red and green ... enough light to see by.
"You're not supposed to be here," she said quietly, "If he catches you ..."
I stepped towards her.
She turned and tried to step away from the counter but I was faster and trapped her against the sink with my body just as my Father had trapped her against the porch railing a few moments ago.
"Stop," she put her hands to my chest, "I saw you outside my work today and now this?"
"I'm going to fuck you too," I stated.
"Your Father is upstairs," she protested weakly.
I twisted her arm and spun her body around, pressing my rock hard cock into the crack of her ass.
"You're insane!" she cried but didn't struggle.
"You did this to me," I whispered into her ear.
Her perfume was fruity and intoxicating, her hair was musky from the rain and sweat.
"I was sick then," she struggled for a second but her movement only made me slide up and down her asscrack - arousing me even more.
"I was scared and lonely but I'm better now! I'm sorry you can't get over it!"
I lifted her skirt and unzipped my pants to free myself.
"You're not lonely anymore, are you?"
She wasn't wearing panties.
Her pussy was wet and slippery from the rain and my Dad's cum still dripped from her thick blonde bush.
"No," she sobbed as she slowly rocked her hips, sliding her hairy sloppy pussy up and down the bottom of my shaft.
I pushed her head forward so that the tip of my dick slid into her.
"He'll kill you! It's taken months for him to forgive me but he'll never trust you again!"
"If I sucked his dick, he'd probably forgive me too, Mom."
She looked over her shoulder at me.
"It's our Twentieth Anniversary!" she cried, "Please, don't do this."
I thrust into her hard and she gasped.
"No," I moaned, "I'm fucking you tonight."
She put her head down in her arms and sobbed again.
"Whatever," I laughed.
I could feel the gush of hot liquid from her pussy that always let me know when she was ready for her fucking.
I backed out and shoved it into her again, displacing a glob of Dad's cum in the process. The sloshing sound it made would have been disgusting if her pussy didn't feel so fucking good.
"Please, don't!" she cried again but she didn't try to stop me.
I stroked long, slow, and hard in her. I was determined to take my time. Unlike my Father, I had to work to get pussy from Mom lately, and I was going to enjoy it when I got it.
Eventually, I felt my balls tighten and I knew I only had a few seconds before I would cum.
I pulled out, twisted her back around until she was facing me, and forced her to her knees.
"You know what to do!" I growled and twisted her hair for emphasis.
"No!" she refused.
I jerked my slick pulsating cock at her and twisted her hair again.
"Now!"
"Ow! Alright!" she cried.
She leaned in and swallowed my cock until her full lips touched my nuts - just as I dropped the first massive streams of thick cum down her throat.
"Yaaaah!" I grunted and shoved her head down on my cock until I felt her teeth against my pelvis before I unleashed the rest. I made her take it all, every drop, before releasing my grip on her hair.
She fell back against the cabinets, gulping and wiping her fat swollen lips with the back of her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I'll be back in the morning," I said as I walked to the refrigerator and looked inside.
"No!" She slid her body up the cabinets and tried to smooth out her wrinkled dress. "That was it! We can't do this."
"What do you mean?" I found some orange juice and drank it out of the carton just to piss her off.
"I told you this was done, it's over!"
"And look where we are now," I said coolly.
This wasn't the first time I'd unloaded down her throat and no matter what she tried to do; I knew it definitely wouldn't be the last.
The shower stopped.
"Get out!" she hissed, "Before he finds you here!"
"Shave your pussy," I ordered, "the next time I fuck you it better be bald, got it?"
She nodded her assent.
To say my relationship with my mother was complex would be an understatement.
"Good Girl."
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The sound of my Father fucking my Mother greeted me as I entered the house through the kitchen door.
He should have been on his way to work already. She'd known I'd be there so it was apparent she wasn't concerned if I caught them together.
Then it occurred to me; maybe she wanted me to catch them fucking again; wanted me to react the same way I had last night. She knew me better than anyone else possibly could - what did she think I would do?
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They were in the bedroom, the door was wide open and I found myself peering around the corner to watch.
They were both naked; he held her by her long thick blonde hair like I had the night before, and was fucking her doggie on the bed. Her generous ass bounced with each of his forceful thrusts.
She must have sensed my presence and looked over her shoulder at me.
She had that taunting grin on her face again.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked.
"Your pathetic little cock," she replied, looking into my eyes.
He pushed her head down into the pillows with both hands and brutally pounded at her.
"You don't have to like it!" he barked at her.
"Fuck you!"
Suddenly he stiffened and jerked for a few seconds and I knew he was filling her up with his jizz. After a few more seconds he let go of her head and rolled off of her.
"No," he chuckled, "Fuck You."
She sat back on her knees blocking his view of me standing in the doorway.
"You deposit that check?" she asked.
"Like always," he said.
I could see his cum running down the inside of her thighs.
He sat up and I ducked back into the hallway before he saw me. My heart started pounding in my chest and my vision grew dark for a second from the blood draining out of my brain.
I slipped into my old bedroom and lay on the bed.
A few minutes later I heard him thump down the stairs and slam the door on his way out.
A minute after that - my door swung open and she stood there in her robe with a cigarette between the fingers in one hand and a small ashtray in the other.
"When are you going to get tired of seeing me fucking your Dad and just accept it," she puffed the cigarette, "Find a girl your own age ... one as fucked up as you are." She took another drag, "Trust me, they're out there."
I shot her a look that questioned her sanity.
