Hi. My name is Michael. I go by Mike (amazingly enough). I live in a medium sized Texas town with my parents.
I played football for my high school for a couple of years. I am 5-11 and 165 and was a wide receiver before a severe concussion sidelined my career. I never really was too athletic after that.
Nor was I a nerd, though I did well enough in my studies and graduated in the top 10% of my class. College was a foregone conclusion as I was already accepted to several schools. I was set to pursue a business degree so I could make enough money when I got out to get away from this town. I loved my parents, but I felt destined for bigger things than I could find here.
Ah, my parents. Edward "Big Ed," and Mary. Big Ed was a boisterous social animal, thriving on attention. He was the guy in the middle of every party telling jokes and guffawing loudly. He was very different around the house. Not abusive in any way. Just withdrawn and uncommunicative.
My mom, Mary, on the other hand, stayed on the sidelines of most social gatherings, quietly conversing with a friend or two. She didn't drink so she was dad's permanent designated driver.
Dad was 6-2 and a bear of a man. He had been a star linebacker at my same high school and played a significant part in the team winning state his senior year. He also was on a college team that won a national championship, though a horrific knee injury had ended his career before the title game. He is the reason I at least tried to play. It was also his idea for me to quit after the concussion. With his own playing days long gone, his weight ballooned to around 300.
Mom was his opposite in many ways. She was maybe 5-2, with a slim body. Her legs were nice, especially when she wore heels which was not often. I had seen her on the rare times she wore swimsuits. She was a MILF, albeit a shy one.
Being a perverted teenage boy, of course I would sneak into their bedroom and dig around in her lingerie drawers. I had figured I would find white plain panties and unremarkable bras. No. She had nothing but sexy, frilly, panties and matching bras. Did Mom have a hidden wild side? Most likely Dad insisted she dress that way. It did intrigue me to know that she was wearing sexy undies.
When she fixed herself up to go out she was very pretty. Seeing her in a little black dress with stockings and high heels with her hair and makeup done and knowing she was wearing her sexy underwear really got to me. But, she was my mom after all. When she wore her usual dowdy house dresses, the image was not as erotic. As the saying goes, she cleans up well.
About a year ago, I started to notice some tension between my folks. Nothing as dramatic as fighting, but there was a difference in their behavior. My jokester dad was not as jovial as usual and when he did repeat a joke he had heard, Mom didn't laugh no matter how truly funny it was. No fighting but definitely tension. When they did go out, Mom's attire was not very attractive as if she was trying not to draw attention.
I was beginning to think they were just waiting for me to leave the house so they could split up. It was a heavy load for an 18 year old son to deal with. I didn't want to bring it up to either of them for fear I might hasten things along. All three of us walked on a lot of eggshells during that time.
A case in point was my 18th birthday party. It was low-key, I only had three friends over. My folks had two couples over themselves. As usual, dad was getting liquored up and telling racy jokes. And as usual, mom was ignoring him.
After everyone had left I was putting up my gifts, I could hear my parents voices coming from their bedroom. Most of their conversation was too low to hear through the wall, but the louder parts were.
My Mom's voice was the first one I could make out.
"I just might do it then."
"Go right ahead, bitch. You know you want to."
I had never heard my dad speak that way to my mother. I started to burst into the bedroom to protect her. However the voices got low again and soon stopped all together. I think she threatened to leave, I was relieved to see her in the morning without any bruises.
After that, things were better, but still not normal.
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Dad was never one to talk much with me. With all the trouble going on he talked even less. In fact, over the last two months since my birthday I can count on one hand the times he even said 'hi' to me. All vital information came through my mother, and that was mostly in the form of Post-it notes. Things had definitely turned to the worst.
I was expecting one or the other them to move out of the house any day now. So, when the day came that my dad said "we need to talk," I was certain the news would be bad. His demeanor seemed to suggest that something had lifted a weight from his shoulders. I was prepared for the worst.
"Mike, as you have noticed, things have been tense around hear for a long while."
I lowered my eyes and nodded.
"Your mother wanted me to be the one to tell you this..."
"I don't want you to get a divorce! I know I don't have a say in it. I don't want to see you hurt each other!"
He sat there with a puzzled look and then smiled and laughed. Now I was the puzzled one.
"That's not it at all. In fact we are trying to help our marriage."
What? I mean, uhh, that's great."
"Like I said, things have been tense around here, but not for the reasons you may think. In fact, it may be just the opposite. Your Mama and I aren't trying to break up. We are looking make a good thing better."
I didn't know if I believed that or not. Things had not been "good" in quite some time. But if it could be better, then I was all for it.
"I suppose I should get on with it. You know that I have had some health problems in the last 3-4 years. That's when I started, having, having troubles, you know, man troubles."
He could see the glazed look on my face.
"What I'm saying is thatI can't 'perform' in bed. I can't get my dick hard enough to have sex with your mother. There, I said it. I have tried everything from pills to pumps. Nothing has worked to my satisfaction. I'm sure you don't want to hear about our sex life, but here it goes. We were able to get by with toys and oral sex..."
He was correct, I didn't want to hear about that stuff. I started to interrupt him, but he was on a roll.
"But one night, the truth slipped out. She said really missed getting fucked, pardon my language. I tried to let that slide by. But it weighed on me. I had wondered if she missed it. Now it was out in the open. That is why things have been tense. She tried to get me to forget about it, but I couldn't. I started to pester her, asking how and with who she might get some relief. She would get angry. She said she didn't want some stranger drooling all over her. And that's the way things stood until your birthday party."
"That's, that's way too much information. You are talking about my mother! Why are you telling me this?"
"Let me finish, and you will know why."
I fidgeted in my chair. This conversation was getting even more uncomfortable by the minute,
"I was pretty drunk. I don't remember who brought it up, but we realized that you were now of age, and that your equipment probably worked fine. I said at least we could count on you to be clean and discrete. At first she hit the roof. You probably heard that part. When she finally settled down, she saw that it might be a good idea. She was still skeptical, but opened up to the idea,"
I could hear the words but was having some problems with processing them. Was my dad asking me to have sex with his wife, my Mom? Could I do that? Should I? My head was spinning. My body was hearing perfectly — I was getting hard.
"Of course, you can say no. I have a feeling that eventually she would find someone to do it. I mean look at her, any man would be on her in a minute."
"I, I can't. She's my mom."
"She had the same misgivings until we came up with a plan. This is very important: You won't be mother and son. Not for the purpose of this plan anyway. She will be taking an evening class at the YMCA soon. There she will meet a handsome young man less than half her age. They will flirt, and soon will start dating. This young man will take care of her little problem. This way, she can say it was not her son. I know it sounds convoluted but its the only way she will do it. Interested?"
"Wow. You really dropped a big decision on me. If I would be willing to try, you won't decide to kill me?"
"I won't know for sure until it happens. I'm kidding. I do think I can handle it. One way to know for sure."
