It Happened One Night A Series

Series - included in this posting:

Saturday night -

It Happened One Night:

Right in front of me, my folks fucked!

The next day -

It Happened One Morning:

When mom made good on her hint.

Later, on Monday –

It Happened One Afternoon:

Mom makes good on my hopes.

Finally on Friday –

It Happened One Day:

Dad catches us, and things get even more interesting.

IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT

Right in front of me my folks fucked!

Saturday night

I just got to write and tell you what happened last week. My mom and dad went out for a romantic dinner which they do occasionally; leaving me at home to heat a frozen dinner. That was cool with me, as it allowed me to have the use of the big screen TV in the living room to watch a porn DVD. Life size fucking in front of me!

I work at construction, but this was Saturday night, so I didn't have to worry about getting to bed early and up at dawn. Of course I was going to jerk off. I was in my robe, just in case the folks came home early. I had some beers, and I guess I was more tired than I realized, because I fell asleep in the middle of the movie, before I actually jacked off. Those plots are dull.

I was awoken by the sound of soft laughter. The lights were still off except for one dimmed in the corner, on the end table next to the couch. It was my parents back from their evening out. But they didn't seem to realize I was sitting in the big easy chair. I was in the dark and if you didn't look directly at me I was not very visible. They were taking off their clothes standing by the couch!

Now I know enough in my twenty-three years what was about to happen. I should have stood up and excused myself and given them their privacy. But I hesitated. I could say that I didn't want to break the mood. It would have, but not for long, maybe they would have moved into their bedroom too. But the naughty little boy in me hoped I could get away with watching.

As I matured, in past years, of course sometimes I heard them groaning through their door. I even confess that on occasion I have stood and listen to the erotic cries of my mother cumming. Yes, it got me off. Dad's grunts were mundane, but mom's moans were music in my ears. She is a lovely, shapely, sexy brunette. I don't think about her that much, but sometimes after I catch the 'cum concert' I fantasize.

Now, it might happen with me

in the room

. I only had my robe on, that and a hard-on. As I watched in the dimmed light of that small lamp, they got naked. I knew they were about to get busy. If they caught on now, that I was in the room, I figured they'd stop. They might get mad that I hadn't said anything. Could I fake that I had been asleep? It seemed too late to bail, and I didn't want to. The risks were worth the rewards. What happened afterwards, I would have to just face the consequences and pay the penalty. So be it.

And now dimly I could see the naked body of my mother being stretched out on the sofa by my equally nude father. Their clothing formed a lumpy pile beside their feet. He lay atop her, they kissed and fondled each other, they were murmuring bed talk on the divan. Then dad was going down on mom! She spread her legs and bent her knees as he moved lower and put his face between her thighs. I wished the light was brighter!

That really got her motor running and she made little squeals of ecstasy. Not long went by before she was dragging him to her by the shoulders. She was ready, and obviously he was too, because he entered her quickly as he settled once more over her. Then the humping began, his hips rising and falling. Her arms went around his back and moved to his ass to clutch his cheeks and pull him in harder. Life size fucking in front of me! In front of me, my folks fucking!!!

My hand was around my dick and I was stroking to the rhythm they had. Mom's sighs were so sweet; they washed like waves in cadence, like the tide on the shore. Higher and higher, louder and longer, the tide was coming in; mother was cumming again and again. Their pace picked up as my father's climax approached. He was going to cum in mom. The clapping of their flesh slapped harder and faster. I had never had such a turned on moment as right then. I was close myself, we were all going to peak together!

At that moment, dad turned his head and saw me. He stared, but didn't stop. Mom must have caught that something was amiss in his expression. She looked in the same direction and saw what he did. Their son in the seat, beating his meat. I didn't know what to do, but automatically discontinued my masturbation, momentarily. It was a moment of frozen tableau. The three of us were intimately connected by our eyes.

My mother smiled, looked away, reached up and turned dad's face to hers. Put her hand on the back of his head, drew it next to hers so that they were face to face, and kissed him. "Don't stop now, just do it, Honey!" I heard her say. He obeyed with renewed vigor and in the next instant. I also returned to my self-administrations. Our syncopation was now smacking sound in stereo as one couple copulated and their kid clocked his cock with his fist.

Then the trio of cums cascaded, first mom, then dad, then me. Mom's began with rapid breathing that I could clearly hear vocalizations of her gasps for breath. These became high pitched calls of her cumming, "UH! OH! AHH! EEHH! EEEE!! IYEEE!!!". The last, like a wavering siren, was the trigger for both father and son. Voyeurism had never been so hot! Dad was grunting and groaning and thrusting hard and deep at her crotch. Her legs were pulled as wide as they could get, bent to give him every inch of access.

No doubt I made my own noises as my prick spewed jism, but I didn't register my own utterances. Since that was the first spout of the night, it was not just a spill of goo out the piss hole, but a veritable fountain that spouted and actually flew several inches up onto my chest. I don't often have that powerful a spasm, but I felt it from my asshole to the back of my head, as the contractions banged through my body. I wished, oh how I wished, that in the next minute, dad would say, 'Okay, son, why don't you take over and give your mother the next round of cums." Or mom to say, "Now, Sweetie, it's your turn."

Didn't happen. For a moment, we all had only the energy to pant and try to regain our wind and we sucked in oxygen to replenish our lungs. The sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard. Then I did get a surprise. Dad lifted off and set back, at the end of the couch and mom turned so her legs went back down to the floor. She reached up and switched on the other end lamp. On high.

In the brighter light I could clearly see her breasts, full boobs with small pink nipples that stuck way out. Her dark triangular bush was split by the rosy red of her cloven sex; she didn't even bother to hold her knees tight together. She was natural, like she had a gown on, but she was totally bare. She laughed at the stunned look my father had, as he absorbed this wild-weird scene. None of us had ever had any reason to think that we would have been involved in so crazy a ménage together, but there we were! It was serendipity; it was sheer happenstance that the circumstances converged on our collective congress of cumming.

Regrets? Not me! Dad? I guess he manned up, figured as long as mom wasn't freaked out, it wasn't the end of the world. Accidents happen, like walking in on somebody on the toilet. Only of course, this was rather much more intimate. And it was they who had walked in; but I had not left; they had been too far gone to stop by the time they saw me, so we all got our rocks off.

Mom? Here's the kicker, after her little laugh, she got up and walked over to me to kiss me goodnight, before she went to the bathroom and the folks retired to their bedroom. What dad couldn't see, because mom blocked his view as she bent over me, was that she Frenched me. As well, she reached down and gripped my penis and gave it a couple of strokes. Then she looked me straight in the eyes, before she turned and left the room. Her look had a message, I'm pretty sure I understood.

She was definitely telling me that she knew of my desire for her, especially after tonight. I'm pretty sure that she was letting me know that she found me sexy too. Possibly she was communicating that she had also felt an erotic connection shared from the evening's unexpected events. Most of all I hoped she was trying to get across, without my father's knowing that there might be something more between us. Later on, in private, and physical. I would have to wait and see. When dad wasn't around, I'd test the waters.

It Happened One Morning

When mom made good on her hint.

Next morning

Though I had fallen asleep quickly when I got to my room, with visions of 'sugar-moms' dancing in my head, I awoke early the next morn. I had a double woodie. I was horny with the usual male hormonal AM arousal and I was pissed stiff too. So I threw on my robe real quick and went to relieve the hydraulic pressure. Or as my best buddy likes to say, leave a leak – as opposed to taking a piss. But while the erection was reduced, the sensitivity was still a potential of prospective self-gratification.

I considered perhaps a return to bed and a rerun in my head of last night's incredible scene. It was fodder for fantasies for many moons to cum. But as I exited the bathroom I smelled coffee and instead proverbially followed my nose to the kitchen. Mom was up, dressed in her tattered old terrycloth robe and puttering around. She was singing to herself, obviously in a good mood. I wasn't quite sure how to speak about last night, so I mumbled a "Good morning", and sat at the table. Best I thought to keep it low key.

I mean, you don't go babbling to your mother, "Gee mom, last night was really cool, watching you and dad fuck, when can we do it again? Huh? Huh?" Even though that is exactly the emotional reaction I was having in the more primitive parts of my gray ganglia. While the higher function was posing internally in my cortex, "I wonder if, in the light of day, momma will still feel the same way as she did last night when she French kissed me and fondled my dick." This with a snooty British accent to my mind's ear, to pretend I was

above

being overly anxious about her reaction.

Yeah, right! I was as eager as my inner child could be for a trip to Fantasyland at Disney World; no make that Sexual-Adventureland at mommy-world! I was just that kind of hopeful, that what she had seem to convey; with that erotic smooch, intimate touch and promising direct gaze; was going to be fulfilled.

When

, was not an issue, as any time would be super-fine with me!! But I was unsure and even timid about how to broach the subject.

Mom came over and set a cup of brew before me, made exactly how I liked it. A normal motherly thing she typically did, dearest mom. Then she said, "Your father is sound asleep still, he'll be up late today. Last night I fucked his brains out when we got in bed." Now, I was aware of mom's risqué side, she wasn't above being earthy when she wanted to be. But she didn't show that aspect of her personality very often quite so bawdily. I liked it of course; it made her more human and interesting a person. But now it also had the electrifying effect of revving up my libido.

"Did you get to sleep soon? Or were you

UP

? . . . reviewing the surprising events of earlier in the evening when you caught the floor show we provided?" Meaning, had I also been so charged up, that I needed to have another release, thinking about the spectacle I had serendipitously, though inadvertently, witnessed.

"No, I had a few beers last night and they went to my head. After the . . festivities . . were over, I was out like a light, when I hit the old sack."

Your father thought he was too pooped to have another pop, but I showed him that I could provide a 'resurrection' to his limp lump and make it rise to the occasion, like a soldier coming to attention. I always had a way with privates." She smirked with her smutty humor, and it evoked a bark of laugher from me. "Sshhh! You don't want to wake up your old man, let him snore it off. He had plenty of pussy last night, and now poor poppa really is pooped out!"

She was quite right; I wanted to have more time with mom alone. Especially since she seemed to be in a salacious, as well as mirthful mood. What next from this racy and coquettish creature that had once been the subdued homemaker mother of my youth? I wanted to encourage her to continue with her train of titillating talk. I was fascinated with the steamy spicy insights I was getting about her bedroom behavior with my paternal parent. However, I was floundering in my attempts to get a word in edgewise.

She placed a plate of toast and the jelly jar on the table by me, along with the margarine container. As she bent down I glance at the divide of her robe and only espied her skin. She saw where I was glancing and smiled. "Dear? Do you have anything on under

your

robe?"

"Um, Nuh-uh" was my less than brilliant garbled grunting.

She bent again and at my ear, she whispered with hot breath turning me on, "

Neither do I!

" Then to my astonishment, she stood, backed a step, and parting the drab housecoat flashed me, to prove it! I saw the dark delta of pubic fur, and the slightly pendulous pair of breasts, the perky pink nips popped out exactly like last night! What a sight! What a delight! What a woman, what a mom, to be so saucy for her son's saucer-wide eyes, so that I was blessed by the vision of her in the altogether. It was, to refrain the term, altogether an astounding display and made my day – shit it made my week!

Mom closed the sides of the garment again and walked over to the nook between the refrigerator and cabinets, a space of about three feet square. It happened to be the once place in the kitchen that was hidden from either of the doorways, until you had walked several steps into the room. I didn't think about that fact until later, but in retrospect of what shameless shenanigan mom pulled next, it was wise and cautious. She went to there and winsomely wheedled, "I can't reach it, could you come here?" How many times had I provide the benefit of my stretched out stature to help mom acquire an item form the top cupboard?

"What do you need?" I asked as I went to help her.

But imagine my surprise then, when what she wanted to reach was below the level of my waist. In fact, it was exactly at the height of my crotch. It was my prick, which mom grabbed through the separation of my robe. "This!" she said with a little laugh as she gained hold of my tumescent trunk, which responded with rapid turgid swelling and pointed in her direction, like a sex compass needle.

"I hope you're getting the idea of how hot our chance erotic threesome last night, made your mama? God, seeing you beat your meat while your dad socked it to me was one of the most," she squinted her eyes and looking in my face made me get the point of her earnestness, "very most exciting sessions of sex I ever had."

With that statement, she let go of my rod and spreading her gown once more, loosened mine as well; and the next thing I know she has her hands in my robe, around my back, and is pulling our naked bodies tight together! My rigid pole was crushed between us poking on her mons. My chest was pressed against her breasts. She looked up and me, I knew to kiss her. Then, after a few mouth mish-mushings, I Frenched her. My dick was hunching through her pubic hair and I was ready to put it to her. I felt my head balloon with lust; I was suddenly very warm all over.

The moment could not have lasted but a few minutes, but time was stopped while we were locking lips and learning we were going to be lovers. Imagine my disappointment when she broke away and pushed me back a little. But that was for a good purpose. "It's too dangerous here. Get some dirty towels and meet me in the laundry room downstairs."

"I'm not sure there are enough used towels for a load."

"Then add some clean ones and come there in a few minutes, that's not really the point, is it?"

I did as I was bid. When I arrived mom was sitting up on the dryer. The robe was wide, as were her legs. I dumped the alibi in a heap by her dangling feet and knelt on the pile. Some things are obvious. I planted my puss in her pussy and proceeded to munch on my mom. She rolled her pelvis to give me full access from her ass to her clit. My experience with girls and cunnilingus was not extensive but satisfactory enough that mother made the same sort of mews as I had heard her give out on the sofa last night. As things went from bad to even naughtier, I thought that she was ready. But her hip were too high for me to plug in.

She had another idea however, for the next phase of our fun. She had me hop on the washer, while she slid off the other machine and spun to stand in front of me and engulfed my member with an appetite of a hot-dog hog, at a pig-out contest. She had suction and tongue swirls to a science. Ball cradling and even the tip of her finger in my anus. That was new! She brought me to the brink and stopped me from shooting with a squeeze of a nerve I didn't even know I had. Amazing . . . no wonder she had given dad a second wind, when she knew how to play piccolo with a man's peter and call the tune.

Mom had just turned around and was bending over the dryer, for our concluding coupling, when we hear the water running in the pipes. Someone upstairs had flushed, that meant dad was up and so was our time to play. For now. Mom turned to me and gave me a quick kiss, jacked on my cock like last night for brief seconds. She said, with double meaning, "It's going to get wet tomorrow afternoon, I imagine that you'll be

home

in the afternoon." Then she tied her robe and bounced upstairs with a giggle, like a school girl with a secret.

Indeed, the weather forecast was for showers on Monday afternoon. That would end my work early on the outside building site I was involved with. I would be at the house hours before dad arrived. Mom had the place where I would find myself most welcome, and I'd cum in that humid haven. When it's wet, there's no place like being

home

with mother. I picked up the towels and put them in the washer. Tonight was going to be lonely, no doubt I'd need a few cold showers; but inside for the next day, the forecast was sonny and steamy.

It Happened One Afternoon

Mom makes good on my hopes.

Monday afternoon it rained

As lonely (bereft of female companionship) and as horny (with what had happened in the last twenty-four hours) as I was Sunday night, I still did not jerk-off. I had learned from experience that there was a point of diminishing returns on sexual abstinence, but a good long day was enough to fully reload your sex-pistol.

I had at least two, maybe three shots of semen saved to shoot

home

in mom's pussy, as she promised. To remind me of our assignation in the afternoon and as a booster to my virility, or at least my reservoir of jism, she left me an envelope on my pillow that night. Lumpy, inside it were two rather large pills. Her note read, 'Take these vitamin B capsules in the morning for best effect for the afternoon's activities.' I gulped them down with my orange juice in the AM before I went to my construction job.

With work hours being truncated by foul weather as predicted, I was not depleted of energy by the time I arrived back at our house. Sure enough, my mother was waiting for me when I came into the mud room from the garage. She had a cold beer for me as I took off my boots. She tongue kissed me with a lover's promise of more intimacy. "Take a quick shower. When you're done, I'll be waiting in your room." she instructed.