Author's Note: I know this is a very short story, but to me it feels complete.
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'What a waste of time!' I shouted to myself.
Dad had just handed me a large bunch of roses and begged me to take them home to mom.
I understood why he was desperate. Today was their wedding anniversary and he was supposed to be arriving home early to spend the evening with his wife of twenty-five years. Instead, he had a crisis at work and would now be very late home. There was even a possibility that he would have to fly directly to cover the emergency in Denver himself, in which case we wouldn't be seeing him for several days.
However, as dad told me with an anxious look in his eyes, "But don't tell her that's a possibility. I always have a bag packed at worked in case I have to jet off quickly, but hopefully it won't come to that."
I had very reluctantly agreed to dad's request to take the flowers home to mom. It had all been arranged that I would be staying at my friend's house tonight, which mom had agreed to surprisingly quickly. Now I was having to call at our house first, I wasn't going to get to Tom's until late, leaving less time for the porn DVDs which we were going to jack off over. We were two horny eighteen-year-old boys and watching porn was our favorite pastime.
Another reason for my reluctance was that I knew mom would be livid with dad.
Mom and dad had a funny relationship. They had married when they were both eighteen. Mom had been the beautiful tall athletic girl, whereas what dad had to commend him was a small nerdy body but with pretty boy looks. The wedding photos had mom a good few inches taller than dad, despite the fact that she was deliberately not wearing heels.
Over the next twenty-five years, dad had just about kept his pretty face and was still regarded as good looking, but still had a very wimpish figure despite mom's entreaties for him to do some gym work.
Mom, on the other hand, had kept her body in shape with regular gym visits. Her waist was as slim as when she was a teenager, but her breasts were now spectacularly large and her ass big, round and firm.
Mom also seemed to have become even more passionate over time, always touching dad in the house. I think dad liked her affection, but certainly seemed more reluctant than mom to go up early to bed for, what I heard mom describing in a whisper, as cuddles.
I know that there were times when mom persuaded dad to enter into some saucy roleplay as I had come home one day unexpectedly to see dad reluctantly creeping up the stairs in his boxers.
I then heard mom in a low sexy voice say, "Is that an intruder I can hear coming into my bedroom?"
Dad then answered in a low growl, "It's Big Boy."
Mom then continued, in the low sensuous voice, "Why don't you stick your big cock into Mommy, Big Boy. Mommy's wet and ready for you."
Which I gathered was more of an instruction than an invitation.
I felt embarrassed hearing them but, at the same time, I had a rock hard erection as I quietly tiptoed out of the house. As I moved to the door, I heard dad growl, "How do you like my big cock Mommy?" and mom groan in appreciation.
I wondered how mom had got herself wet in preparation for him, but a clitoral vibrator I found one day as I went through her drawers, explained her preparedness.
After that, I couldn't get the thought of them having sex out of my mind and I jacked off ten times a day fantasizing about mom.
I certainly jack off a lot. I guess I take after my mom in my need for sexual relief rather than my dad. Mom had tried to help him. Lately she had even started making him take some vitamins in the morning with his breakfast.
In terms of physique, I definitely take after my mom. I'm six feet tall and have an athletic build.
I didn't rush home with the flowers. I couldn't see why dad had not just phoned mom. They had a phone by the side of their bed, which they only used to take calls from each other or to leave each other messages. All the other phones in the house were cell phones.
As I came through our front door, I couldn't see mom. I guessed she was upstairs so I put the flowers in a vase so they would be a surprise for her when she came down. I didn't want to confront a very angry mom so I also left her a note by the flowers explaining that dad would be late home.
As I crept towards the front door, I suddenly heard her voice calling.
"I hope you're not reluctant baby."
I breathed a sigh of frustration as I realized that she had heard me and thought that I was dad. I knew she would be disappointed when she saw it was me rather than dad and I dreaded having to tell her face to face that dad would be late home. I slowly began to climb the stairs. At the top, I could see that mom's door was wide open and I stifled a gasp as I saw her inside.
She was kneeling, facing the back of the bed and gripping the bedrail. All she was wearing were thigh-high stockings. Her wonderful ass, which I was seeing naked for the first time, was confronting me in all its round firm glory. I could see that her big tits were hanging like large fruit underneath her.
