Hey, everyone. This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature in a long time, so constructive criticism is completely welcome and appreciated (but emphasis on the constructive part though, please). This is a work of fiction and all characters are 18+ and not based on real people or events.
Baseball practice ended earlier than usual on account of the excessive heat, which was a huge relief for the entire team. I hitched a ride with a friend and sent a text to my dad saying that he didn't have to pick me up. I didn't have a car (which was a little embarrassing since I was one of just few a seniors who didn't), so I took the bus to and from school, but practice ran later than the last round of buses, so on those days one of my parents would pick me up, usually my dad.
When I got home, I was pleased to find that my mom wasn't home yet, so I had the house to myself. Normally, I would take advantage of my solitude by jerking off without headphones, but I was starving and, more importantly, in desperate need of a shower. I grabbed an apple to appease my stomach and devoured it as I went upstairs.
I stripped down in my bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom, which only I used for bathing since there was a bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I turned the shower on, but to my frustration, the water trickled out of the shower head. I turned it off and on a few times with no change, then tried the sink and found that it too had no water pressure.
Naked and annoyed, I headed down the hall to my parents' room to check if their bathroom was working and was glad to see that it was. We had a third bathroom downstairs by the guest bedroom, but in that moment, it was entirely too far of a walk, so I decided to take a quick shower here before they got home. However, the hot water was so relaxing, I spent a few extra minutes just standing under the spray, letting the heat work on my sore muscles.
When I finally shut off the water and stepped out of the tub, I immediately realized that I didn't have my towel or, more importantly, any clean clothes. There was no way I was putting my sweat-soaked gym clothes back on, so I grabbed a spare towel from the closet and dried off quickly, determined to get back to my bathroom before either of my parents got home. But just as I was about to the open the door and make a mad dash out of there, I heard the familiar sound of Mom giggling.
"Alright, but we have to hurry, you have to go pick up Calvin soon," Mom said, to which Dad agreed. He was terrible about checking his texts.
I heard them kissing and then what I figured was the sound of one or both of them falling onto the bed. A moment later, Mom moaned hard and I figured Dad had just entered her, an assumption that was proven right seconds later by the sound of flesh hitting flesh and her moaning and urging him to fuck her harder.
This went on for all of two minutes. Then Dad grunted and a moment later he cursed and apologized. "It's okay, you have to get Calvin anyway," Mom said, but even I could tell she was disappointed.
"Alright, I'm just gonna get changed first," he replied, sounding defeated. "I'll pick up a pizza on the way home."
"Oh, good, get bread sticks please. And extra sauce." I wanted so badly to bust out of the bathroom and ask for
garlic
bread sticks instead, but managed to contain myself. "Rob, wait," Mom sad, presumably as Dad was walking out, and then I heard them kissing again. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he reciprocated, sounding more upbeat.
I wasn't sure what to do at that point. I knew that my dad was gone, but couldn't tell where Mom was. I was just about to crack the door open and check if the coast was clear when the door swung open and I was suddenly face-to-face with my mom, both of us completely naked. Our eyes locked, then dropped simultaneously. Her eyes grew noticeably larger when they reached my hard dick and her jaw dropped a little. I imagine I had a similar expression as I drank in the sight of her nude body.
At 42, Mom had an amazing body. For as long as I could remember, she would wake up at 6 AM four days a week and start her day with a long run (or a ride on her stationary bike in the colder months), followed by Yoga and some body-weight exercises. She must've had a great skin care routine too, because her skin was flawless and, along with her fit figure, made her look much younger than she really was.
My attention was drawn to her breasts first; I'd always known they were big, but they were much perkier than I expected and so full and round. Her areolas were dark pink and not much barely wider than the thick, long nipples that protruded from them. Her stomach was tight and toned, her waist small and her hips wide. There was a tuft of hair above her crotch, as dark, thick and curly as the hair that fell from her head to her mid-back, but her pussy was shaven and glistening from the juices of her arousal and Dad's orgasm.
While I was checking her out, Mom was doing the same to me. I had played on the school soccer and baseball teams for the past six years, plus I was very active outside of school as well, and it showed. Mom's focus lingered on my strong chest and solid six-pack, though she seemed most fixated on my cock. It was six and three quarters inches long and thick enough that the one girl who had touched it so far was barely able to get her hand fully around it; I wasn't huge, but I was definitely big.
I'd lost my virginity to that girl, Olivia, about a month earlier, a week or so after my 18
th
birthday. As soon as she pulled my dick out, she remarked that I was "pretty big, but too hairy" and I was surprised to learn that I was well endowed. I did wonder if she was just being nice, so I measured myself later that night (after I trimmed my pubes) and found that I was was an inch or so above average. That gave me a big boost in confidence.
Yet, as I stood in front of Mom in the bathroom, I didn't know what to say or do and to make matters worse, it didn't seem like she did either. Then Dad's voice came out of nowhere and shocked us both even more than we already were.
"Hey, Calvin texted me he doesn't need a ride, you still want pizza or should we just make pasta or something?" His voice was coming from the hallway. Mom turned away from me and closed the door most of the way in case he walked into the bedroom. My eyes dropped to her firm, perfectly round ass, by far my favorite body part of hers.
"Um, I, uh--yeah, get the pizza please," Mom replied, clearly frazzled.