Mom Sucs Dic!

The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

* * * * *

It was a real struggle for me to pay attention through my classes for the rest of the day. I had homework in my first two classes. Normally, I would have worked on it through the rest of the day as I sat in my other classes, but I just lacked the focus to get it done. At the end of the day, I chuckled when I realized the extra homework meant I would need to go to my room to start working on it about the time Dad got home from the airport.

I could only imagine what the two of them would do once I gave them that privacy.

Emmanuelle was waiting for me at my locker. "I thought I would give you a ride over to the elementary school, so we could talk," she offered.

"Sounds good," I replied.

I really wanted to kiss her, and I'm sure she could tell. Our school had a draconian "no-PDA" rule, though, and neither of us wanted to be suspended. We waited until we were in front of the elementary school and took advantage of the dark window tint to kiss and grope each other in the parking lot.

"Damn, I've missed that," she gasped as we broke off the kiss. I wasn't sure if she meant kissing me, or my hard cock throbbing in her hand. She shook her head and looked into my eyes. "Why did we break up again?" she asked.

I knew she was being rhetorical, but answered her anyway. It was just to let her know I didn't hold anything against her. "You always had a crush on Justin, and you wanted to date him," I reminded her. "And you were annoyed with me because I had been really pushy about wanting to fuck you in the ass."

She gave my dick a squeeze and looked a little unhappy. "Yeah, I heard Denise really enjoyed that," she murmured.

"--aaand there's my mom," I warned her as I saw my mother walk out of the school building. Emmanuelle quickly released my dick and sat back in her seat. I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, Emmanuelle. I won't try to fuck you in the ass until at least the third date...unless you ask me to do it before then."

"You're terrible!" she laughed. I bent and gave her another brief smooch before getting out of the car and waving at my mother. Before I closed the car door, she said, "Call me later."

I nodded at her through the window. As I stood up again, I realized my mom was talking with Monica. Monica was quite a bit shorter than Mom, and I hadn't seen her through the press of students, teachers and parents. I watched my mother, and saw her watching Emmanuelle driving away. It wasn't a surprise when that was the first thing out of her mouth.

"Was that Emmanuelle?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I nodded.

"Are you two getting back together?" she asked.

"Maybe," I replied. I shrugged, but couldn't miss the disappointment in Monica's expression. Neither could my mom.

"Monica!" she hissed. "You can't date my son! He's only eighteen."

Monica blushed and bit her lip, obviously embarrassed. My mother just looked a little too amused, and I decided to make her pay for that. I put my hand on Monica's shoulder and gave her a soft squeeze.

"Of course not," I chuckled softly. "I'm a student and Monica works for the school district, so of course we can't

date.

But...maybe we could just hang out some time, maybe watch a movie and get to know each other better?"

"Oh!" she said in surprise. Her eyes raked over me and lingered at the obvious bulge at my crotch. She licked her lips before looking back up at my face. "I think I'd like that," she murmured.

Mom's eyes widened for a moment, and then she gave me a dirty look. "I guess we should get going," she said. "Have a great afternoon, Monica."

"You too," Monica replied.

Then we all chuckled as we walked out to our cars. Monica had parked right next to my mom's car, so it was a little awkward that we had already said our good-byes. I waited for her to get into her car before I opened the passenger door. She was staring at my crotch when I looked down at her face. I don't think she was aware I had caught her staring when I let myself into the passenger seat and chuckled.

"You're so bad," Mom growled at me, after I had closed the door.

I smiled over at Monica and gave her a brief wave as I fastened my seat belt. Then I fixed my mother with my most innocent expression.

"What do you mean, Momma?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

She laughed hard as she started the car. Then she chuckled again a moment later after we had backed out of the parking spot and pulled into the stop-and-go parking lot traffic. "Maybe I should unleash you on her," she murmured. "I've seen the last three guys she dated. Not an impressive one in the bunch. I doubt she's ever had a real stud in her bed before. It would be amusing to see her after you've had your way with her." Then she turned to me and shook her head. "Of course, you would just plain wreck that little girl."

"Damn, Mom," I groaned. "I wasn't actually going to do it. I was just teasing her and you. But after you put it that way..." I was completely hard as I pictured Monica's shocked face beneath me in her bed. My dick

wanted

to wreck that tight little pussy.

* * *

When we got home, Mom hustled into her bedroom and returned with the bottle of anal lube from her headboard. "You need to put this away in your room, before your father gets home," she reminded me. I nodded and took the bottle from her. She walked into my bedroom ahead of me, and bent over to put one hand on my bed. She flipped up her skirt, revealing her naked bottom. "We just didn't have time this morning," she said. "All day I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about taking me in the kitchen after breakfast like this."

I nodded and quickly dropped my pants and boxer-briefs. Mom gasped in surprise when I stepped up and slid my hard cock into her pussy before opening the bottle of lube. "Once your father gets home, we can't do any of this anymore," she reminded me.

"I know," I replied simply. I savored a wonderful, slow thrust into the velvety perfection of her pussy.

"Good," she panted.

I realized a little sadly that I had gotten so caught up in fucking my mother's sexy ass that I had scarcely enjoyed the exquisite sensation of fucking her sweet pussy the past two days. I closed the bottle of lube and reached over to set it on the corner of my desk. For the next hour I enjoyed fucking my mother in her wet, horny pussy. We shared one last shower and then changed the bed linens in both bedrooms.

Mom reminded me to call Emmanuelle, and I felt a little silly to have to be reminded. Just a few months earlier, that lovely girl had been the center of my world. I had to wonder if we could ever be like that again. I got my phone and sat at the desk in my bedroom before making that call.

"Hey, Emmanuelle," I greeted her. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm playing with my wet pussy and wishing you were here," she replied in a throaty whisper. She waited just a moment and then said in a normal voice, "Not really. Everybody's home and I have a ton of homework. I've got this research paper for my Statistics class and it's just brutal. I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to see you after school until Thursday."

I groaned, "And I have soccer practice then. Thursday evening?"

"Yes!" she replied.

We talked for another few minutes about more mundane high school stuff, and then I heard my dad pull up in the driveway. Shortly after that I heard my parents kissing and moaning in the front hallway. I let out an involuntary moan as I pictured my horny mother.

"Are you okay?" Emmanuelle asked.

I blew out a long breath. "Sorry," I muttered. "I'm just really horny and I keep thinking about what you said earlier; about playing with your wet little pussy."

That earned me a groan from her, and at the same time I heard my parents giggling softly as they hustled past my bedroom door on the way to their room. I shook my head and knew that was going to be some hot fucking action. I almost wished I could be there to listen to my mother's story. Emmanuelle was conspicuously quiet and I wondered if I had said something out loud.

"Sorry," she finally whispered. "I just went into my room to close the door. You got me so wet just now, and I'm going to need to take care of myself before I'll be able to concentrate on my homework."

I listened to her fingers as they worked their way into her. There were enough wet, squishy noises that I could clearly hear them over the phone. It was arousing and fun to murmur dirty things to sweet Emmanuelle until she shuddered and came. Then we had to hang up. We both had a lot of homework to get to.

I struggled for focus once again as I slogged my way through my homework. Mom's lusty moans and cries were just too clear through my closed bedroom door. I still wasn't finished when it was time for dinner. Neither were my parents, evidently. They were still going at it when I started cooking for us.

Dad surprised me with a big, warm hug. I turned and smiled, and returned that hug.

"I love you, Dad," I murmured.

"I love you too, Son," he replied. "Thanks for taking care of your mother while I was gone."

I'm sure my eyes widened at that. He chuckled and added, "She told me it was nice to actually get a good night's sleep for once while I was out of town."

That was about as obvious as my dad had ever been. I swallowed heavily and nodded. Later I would realize he was letting me know that he knew what had happened while he was gone. He knew Mom had sucked my dick, and he was cool with it. Damn. I love my dad so much.

* * *

We had a really nice dinner together, but I had to get back to work right after we cleaned up. I managed to knuckle down and finish everything just before my parents came in to hug me goodnight. Mom wore a sexy little outfit and Dad watched with a grin as she hugged me. Then he gave me a hug and followed her sexy bare bottom out my bedroom door.

I expected to lie awake listening to them having loud sex, but instead I zonked right out. The next morning, it was my dad's grinning face that woke me up. However, it was clear something was bothering him. I didn't get the chance to ask before he headed out for work.

As I ate breakfast, I noticed my mother also had a troubled expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing," she murmured, shaking her head softly.

"No, whatever it is, it was clearly bothering Dad, too," I said. "What happened?"

"I told him how our son had taken my asshole, and how much I had loved it," she said softly. "When I told him I wanted him to fuck me in the ass..." she shook her head again. "He wasn't happy about it."

"Oh," I replied, unsure what else to say.

"We agreed to just drop it," she continued, shrugging. "I'm sure this will pass and we'll be fine."

We quickly finished breakfast, and Mom gave me a grin after she saw the bulge in my jeans. In the car, she asked how my call with Emmanuelle had gone.

"It was nice, talking to her again," I replied. "I'm just not sure if we'll actually wind up getting back together."

When we pulled up in front of the high school, Mom leaned over to give me a brief kiss. Her hand landed on the shaft of my dick and she squeezed it before her eyes went wide.

"I'm so sorry!" she muttered. "I shouldn't have--"

"It's okay, Mom," I chuckled. "Accidents happen. You have a great day!"

"You too!" she replied happily.

I barely saw Emmanuelle outside of our two classes, and we didn't sit near each other in either of those. We got a brief chance to talk at lunchtime, but never had privacy to really discuss what we wanted to. I was able to focus well during soccer practice that afternoon, but I wasn't quite the "rock star" some of my teammates were expecting after that performance I had put on Saturday.

Still, I was better than I had ever been prior to that one performance. Just having done it made me aware I was capable of more than I had ever imagined. My teammates were looking for it when I passed them the ball now, and it made our offense much more impressive. We believed we were better, so we played better.

* * *

When I got home, my dad was lounging in the recliner and Mom was on her knees between his legs. He gave me a casual nod but didn't say a word. I licked my lips and looked at my mother sucking his dick before I smiled at my dad and shook my head. Then I headed into my bedroom, dropped off my book bag, and headed in to take a shower.

By the time I emerged, they were done. Mom was sitting in my dad's lap with a satisfied smile on her lips. I plopped down on the couch and watched television with them. Dad was really "on" that afternoon and evening; he had us laughing hard every time he would crack a joke.

We had a nice dinner together as a family. As usual, we cleaned up the dishes together and then the three of us sat on the couch afterward with Mom in the middle.

I tried to act like I didn't notice when she leaned over and started sucking my dad's dick partway through the second show. It was impossible to miss the way she moaned happily when he came in her mouth. I thought my dad did a masterful job of controlling his own response. Afterward, Mom sat up and sighed happily as she savored the cum that was still in her mouth.

After she gulped it down, she murmured, "Thanks baby."

Dad just grunted softly and leaned down to give her a brief smooch.

Then she turned and straightened in her seat. I turned to give my folks a smile, but then saw that familiar, vacant stare on my mom's face. She was staring at my crotch. I glanced down and realized I had gotten hard from listening to her. Mom gave a little whimper in her throat and started to lean toward me. My eyes shot wide in alarm.

"Mom?" I said, uncertainly.

Dad reached over and lightly scratched my mother's back. There was a slight edge to his voice when he asked, "Sweetie, what are you doing?"

Mom blinked a few times and looked up at me, then turned to look at Dad. "I--I thought maybe..." she mumbled weakly.

He just pursed his lips and shook his head, twice. He didn't look upset, but that was all it took. Mom nodded and leaned against his arm again. After a couple of minutes, Dad made a crack about the show, and I immediately had a follow-up. Mom laughed, and then we were back to our normal family behavior. After the show, I gave both my parents a hug and brief smooch in the living room and then went to my room to work on my homework.

After an hour, Emmanuelle called briefly to tell me she was going to bed, and we wished each other sweet dreams. A few minutes later I finished my last assignment and went to bed. Once again, I zonked right out. I had been physically worn out following soccer practice, and wasn't at all surprised.

* * *

The next day, though, I had an all-day boner that just would not go away. I woke up completely hard and pitching a tent in my covers. There simply wasn't time for me to jack off before school, so I dressed in baggy pants with snug boxer-briefs to hide it as best I could. Twice Emmanuelle looked my way during our classes, and her eyes went wide at my lust-filled expression.

After lunch, I had the one class I still shared with Denise. I got to my desk before she came in, and I could not tear my eyes from her nice full tits and her sweet, tight little butt when she slid into her seat. I had to grin sheepishly when she caught me staring. I was just glad her new boyfriend wasn't there to take issue. Not that I was intimidated, mind you. I just didn't want to be "that guy."

Right after school, Emmanuelle caught up to me and offered to give me a ride over to the elementary school again. Just like we had on Monday, we kissed and groped each other in the parking lot. We both groaned when her hand squeezed my rock-hard shaft.

"Emmanuelle, I want you so bad," I panted.

"I want you too!" she groaned. "God, I'm so tempted to drive around the corner so you could fuck me. Someone would see us for sure, though."

"Maybe we'd get away with a quick blowjob," I joked.

Her eyes flashed, and she shook her head. "I'm still not doing

that

," she spat. She saw my surprised expression and added, "You may have taken my virgin pussy, and my ass, but I've got to save something special for my husband."

"Oh," I replied. I nodded, to signal I understood, but what I was thinking was,

Shit! I'll be dating this girl who refuses to suck my dick, while I live with the woman who gives the best blowjobs in the world?!? Life can be cruel.

Then I looked out the windshield and saw the smiling face of the woman herself. My dick throbbed when she licked her lips.

"There's my mom," I murmured. I gave Emmanuelle another brief smooch and sighed as I got out of her car. "Can I call you later?" I asked.

She shook her head sadly. "I'll try to call you later, if I can, but I probably won't be able to tonight."

I nodded in understanding. From what she had told me, she would be up really late trying to finish her research project. I pushed her car door closed, but then glanced down and saw how obvious my dick was even through those baggy pants and snug underwear. I quickly pulled my book bag from my shoulder and held it in front of me.

I figured that would be too obvious if I walked over to where my mother stood talking to Monica, so instead I headed over to Mom's car and waited. Eventually she saw me and waved, and I acted like I'd just noticed her when I waved back. Mom said something to Monica and then came over to the car.

"You weren't up to teasing poor Monica today?" she quipped.

I grinned and shook my head, but waited until I was seated in the car with my door closed before uncovering my lap and dropping my book bag to the floor.

"I have been dealing with this pretty much all day," I said, pointing at the tent in my lap. "I had my book bag in front of me, and figured it would be pretty obvious I was hiding something if I just walked up to you. Monica wouldn't be the only one getting a show if I put my book bag back over my shoulder. So, I just found the car and waited."

Mom stared at my lap and swallowed twice as she listened to me. "All day, you say?" she finally acknowledged.

I knew I had fucked up as soon as she started the car. The smell of her wet pussy immediately filled the car, and that only got me harder. As we slowly made our way through the parking lot one car-length at a time, Mom kept glancing over at my lap, and her thighs squeezed together repeatedly. I was salivating at her heavenly scent, but it was overwhelming me. I rolled down my window, and Mom let out an embarrassed chuckle when she figured out why. She rolled down her window and the back windows as well.

We were both incredibly horny when we finally got home.

As soon as we were in the house, Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a full-body hug. She wrapped one leg around my thigh and humped her pussy against my straining shaft. Her tongue slid insistently into my mouth, making me pull my head back with a gasp.

"Dad's back," I reminded her.

She blew out a shuddering breath and slid her leg back down to the carpet. "Sorry," she muttered, releasing me and carefully backing away before heading into her bedroom.

I went into my room and dropped my book bag by my desk. I was still impossibly horny, so I stripped and lay back on my bed. My dick throbbed in my grasp, but I only stroked it five or six times before I heard an insistent tapping on my door.

"I'm naked," I warned her.

Mom pushed my bedroom door open anyway, and licked her lips when she saw me with my pulsing boner in my hand. She walked right in and shook her head in disapproval.