Something in the Air

Chapter 3

Tommy must have dozed off. He was awoken by his Mum shouting up the stairs announcing she was home. He hopped off the bed to go and join his Mum. The trail of steam coming from the open bathroom door told Tommy exactly where his Dad was.

When he got to the kitchen, his Mum was just unpacking some groceries. Her outfit was the same, clingy jeans that looked delightful across her plump arse as she bent to the lower cupboards, but she had added a small light jacket that Tommy had never seen before.

"Nice new Jacket, Mum." Tommy complimented her.

"Oh thanks love," she half smiled, hesitating as she spoke, "I... just got a little cold while I was out." Tommy immediately saw through the lie. He assumed that in the absence of the enzymes, she had returned to her more self-conscious state of mind and started to feel uncomfortable about her nipples being on display.

Tommy began helping his Mum out, taking items to cupboards and generally clearing up. She took a couple of bottles through to the drinks cabinet in the lounge, just next to the newly installed vapouriser. Tommy waited, expectantly for her come back, eager to see if there were any noticeable effects. As she returned, Tommy was shocked at how fast her confidence had returned. The jacket had been discarded and she strutted in, the bumps in her shirt more pronounced and striking than ever before.

Catching Tommy's double take, she laughed, "It was so exciting seeing people reacting like that when I was out." Tommy was unable to pull his attention away from the slight wobble of her unrestrained breasts as she moved; it was an obviously intentional affectation of her walk. "Mum's still got it." she added.

Again, keen to test the water, Tommy replied, "She sure has! It's definitely better without the jacket."

His Mum blushed a little, he guessed not because she was embarrassed by the comment or attention, but because she now felt silly for covering herself up. "You boys are such animals," she said in an artificial, stern tone, then giggled adding, "And that's why we love you! Where's your Dad?"

"I think he's in the bath." Tommy told her.

"Would you mind finishing up here? I just need to ask him something and get changed into something more comfortable." As she spoke, she was already striding purposefully out of the room, stopping momentarily to give him a playful kiss on the cheek.

Tommy quickly did as he had been asked, then silently scaled the stairs to see what was going on. The cooing and sloshing of water immediately revealed that, as Tommy had expected, his Mum had joined his Dad in the bath and was now enjoying yet another blissful ride on his dick.

Between their moans Tommy could hear his Mum recounting some of the encounters she had had while shopping, "... and then this one guy said, 'I'd love to suck on one of those.'" They both hooted with laughter, before returning to grunting and groaning as she shifted herself up and down his shaft. She continued teasing his Dad about the number of guys she could have brought home with her, a story which brought them both ever closer to a climax.

Tommy was, as usual, out of the loop in terms of being able to see. The bath was tucked in the far corner of the room, not visible from the door. He was reasonably confident that, as with his Dad earlier, walking in would have presented no issue. But he still wasn't courageous enough to try it. He felt it was better if they were to lead the way.

After an abandoned, simultaneous orgasm, they settled into a round of long deep kisses before he heard his Mum say, "Let Mummy get you clean." before stepping out of the bath.

"You might need to work hard Mummy, 'cos I'm sooo dirty." his Dad played along. They were both tittering as she rinsed him off. Tommy heard the plug of the bath get released, then sneaked back downstairs. He loaded a game up on his console and adopted the most innocent looking pose he could manage.

I wasn't long before Tommy heard the creak of the stairs and had to compose himself for what might appear at the door this time. His Mum piped up with, "Hi Hun, I'll go find us some drinks and get a pizza order in, do you fancy a movie tonight?"

Pausing the game, he turned to reply. Her definition of "more comfortable" was everything the sexually charged way she had said it promised. She had done her hair and makeup, not excessively, but her darkened eyes and red lips gave her a showy look that she usually reserved for nights out. Her hair was up, off her shoulders, allowing for a clear view of the top part of her the shear black sort-of nighty she was wearing.

The gauze fabric was detailed with patterns that emphasised her breasts underneath. It was slightly too small for her large tits, so it squeezed them tightly together creating a cleavage that Tommy felt himself drawn into. Her nipples and large dark areolae were clearly on show through the flimsy material. The lower part was a slightly flared skirt that ended just above her knee. The cloth wasn't quite as diaphanous as the top, but the dark region of pubic hair between her legs was still easy to discern.

Tommy recognised this item from a pile of sexier clothes he'd found stashed in a drawer in his parents' room. She had had it for many years and he regularly wondered if she ever wore it for Dad.

His Mum had noticed him scanning her outfit and stopped, standing with one leg out slightly, bent at the knew, she put the opposite hand on her hips. "You approve of this look then young man?" she teased him, "I've not worn it in a while, my boobs have definitely gotten bigger since your Dad bought it for me." She ran her hands down over her compressed tits and beamed at Tommy, "Not that either of you are going to complain."

Tommy watched his Mum saunter seductively into the kitchen, her shapely arse swinging under the see-through skirt. He heard her call the pizza place accompanied by the clink of glasses as she got things ready.

Not long after his Mother had left, his dad came down the stairs. Tommy smirked to himself at the contrast in his Dad's chosen attire. It appeared that he hadn't concerned himself with picking anything new out. He'd put back on the cum-stained sweatpants and t-shirt that he had been wearing earlier. He seemingly didn't care about the state of them, or perhaps he liked revelling in the filth of it all? Again, his prominent erection preceded him, pushing the fabric of his sweats out substantially.

His Dad slid into the corner of the sofa where he usually sat and got comfy, idly rubbing his hard-on through his pants. "Have you chosen us a movie to watch, sport?" he asked Tommy.

Tommy had prepared himself for this eventuality already. "Yeah," he replied, "I thought it might be a laugh to watch that movie about the strip joint that everyone says is so unintentionally funny." He smiled, hoping his Dad would take the bate.

"Fuck yes!" his Dad exclaimed, his unguarded language surprised Tommy again, despite what he had experienced over the last couple of days, "I've wanted to see that for ages, its got 'whatshername' in it with the fantastic tits.... Mmmmm." Tommy watched his Dad more avidly working himself as he thought about this actress he couldn't name. He inwardly chuckled again as he saw a wet spot of pre-cum slowly developing at the apex of his Dad's trouser-tent.

Tommy opened up a streaming service on the TV and started scrolling, hitting the menu bar for the film just as his Mum stepped back into the room. She had three wine glasses in one hand and two cold bottles of wine in the other. She set them down on the coffee table between them all.

"Oh, I might have guessed what would happen with your boys in charge!" she laughed as she realised the movie selection, "This is the one with the drinking game attached isn't it? Where you have to drink every time you see a nipple or something?" She shuffled in next to Tommy's Dad, just like normal, seemingly unperturbed by the state of his attire and more fixated on his bulging crotch. "Looks like Dad's ready to go already." she teased and poured herself a very large glass of wine. Tommy knew his Mum liked a drink, some evenings getting herself slightly tipsy, but this all seemed much more intentional. He presumed that this might be another, more abandoned behaviour related to the effects of the vapourisers.

Tommy watched his Dad's attention shift to his Mother's tits as she got into position. He let her slide under his left arm, letting his hand shamelessly rest on her plump right breast. She giggled, turning her head to face him and they engaged in a long, tongue-twister of a kiss. Breaking free a few minutes later, Tommy's Mum said, "Well, lets get this going." and took a large drink from her glass, topping it up again from the bottle. "Are you boys joining me?" she asked looking from Father to Son.

Tommy wasn't in the frame of mind to drink anything, let alone alcohol and it seemed that his Dad was more focused on feeling up his wife with one hand and his own dick with the other. Tommy pressed play.

Through the first half hour of the movie, Tommy spent more time watching his parents. Most of the time, they were snogging one another like horny teenagers in the corner of a nightclub, his Dad groping his wife's large boob pretty constantly and her giggling and cooing in response. Tommy's Mum only faced the screen when taking a drink or refilling her glass. He was fascinated by how quickly she was motoring through the first bottle.

At one point Dad blurted out, "Wow, look at the size of those tits!" as yet another actress slipped her top off.

Tommy's Mother burst out in a huge fit of laughter, revealing to Tommy that she was already on the far side of tipsy. After a while she composed herself and shouted, "I'd better have and extra big drink for those then!" and drained her glass, reaching forward to grab the all but empty bottle. She let out an excited cry of, "whoop! whoop!" as she drained the last few drops into her glass and then settled back into Dad's armpit.

As the film drew on, their attention to one another intensified. Tommy watched his Mother repeatedly squeeze and stroke his Dad's hard--on as she drunkenly pushed her body against him. His attention to her tits became increasingly aggressive as he desperately tried to force his hand inside the material of the nighty.

After the third attempt, he pushed particularly hard into the neck hole of the garment and with a loud rip, the left shoulder seam gave out. To Tommy's dismay, the fabric was too tight to fall away entirely, catching halfway down her ample tit. Tommy's Mother descended into another long, loud peal of drunken giggles, sending ripples through the exposed areas of her titflesh.

Tommy's Dad smiled cheekily across at him and, inspired by what he had already achieved, gave the torn fabric another sharp tug. The other shoulder quickly gave way and, it almost seemed like slow motion to Tommy as his mother's fulsome breasts bulged out to their confines, eventually settling pointing outwards and slightly downwards.

Tommy was in awe, it was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. The desperate throbbing in his pants was almost painful. He watched his Mum look gleefully downwards at her exposed breasts, then reach for the second bottle. "I suppose I'd better drink to my own nipples too!" she squealed excitedly. She forewent the glass this time, cracking the bottle open and taking a long swig straight from the neck. Keeping hold of the bottle, she settled back against her husband, still tittering.

Tommy's Dad wasted no time, grabbing her glorious, exposed tits in his hands and mauling them desperately. Tommy was also very aware that his Dad kept shooting him glances, seemingly looking for signs of Tommy's approval. A few times, he lifted his wife's tits towards Tommy, as if presenting them, a foolish, horny grin on his face. Tommy had no idea of how to respond, but sat open mouthed, soaking up the inappropriate vision before him.

As the movie dragged into its final act, Tommy's Mum suddenly jumped to her feet, stumbling slightly and moved in front of the TV. Her unrestrained breasts swayed enticingly. "I can fucking do this better than any of those girls!" she slurred, gesticulating towards the TV. Both of the men watched as she started to swing her hips gently, attempting to keep in time to the music. She ran her hands sensually down her sides, pushing past her bouncing boobs and over the curve of her hips, her vague smile expressing how much she was enjoying the attention.

Clumsily, she grabbed the fabric of her skirt, lifting it slowly. Tommy followed the hemline as it rose up her thighs until her neat, hairy mound started to emerge. Up until this point, she had just about maintained control, but a slight loss of focus caused her to over balance. She staggered awkwardly then tumbled, swivelling and landing on her backside on the floor by Tommy's Dad's feet. Her legs were spread wide and her skirt gathered around her waist leaving her soaking wet snatch staring Tommy in the face. He head lolled slightly as she laughed drunkenly.

Tommy's Dad gave her a clap. "Well done, darling," he teased, catching Tommy's eye with a wicked smirk, "I'd definitely be paying top dollar for that performance."

Tommy's Mum reached down, rubbing along her slit and absently humming along with the music of the film. "Take me to bed, hunny!" she insisted to the room.

Tommy's Dad responded immediately, hastily jumping out of his chair and bending to help his horny, inebriated wife to her feet. He again checked where Tommy was looking and got another, very public grope on her tits in as he lifted her. He wished Tommy goodnight and slowly the couple made their way to the stairs. As they exited the room, Tommy's Mother looked dreamily back in his direction. "Enjoy the rest of the film baby, unless you want to watch something more exciting!" and again lost herself in mirth as her husband dragged her out of the room.

Tommy scuttled along behind them. Despite the open invite from his Mother, he still kept out of sight. It took his Dad a while to haul his wife up to their room. They stopped twice en-route to make out gracelessly, alternately taking opportunities to grope one another. Eventually Tommy saw them pass through the door into the bedroom.

This time, the door was left wide open and Tommy took the opportunity to slip into the unlit room behind them. His Dad had already deposited his Mother bent over the foot of the bed, face down with her arse slightly elevated. As Tommy arrived, his Dad was flipping the skirt of her shredded nighty over her back giving Tommy another full view of her moist cunt lips. She was still giggling and muttered, "oh yes, Mummy needs you to fuck her so hard from behind!" which to Tommy, felt almost like a personal greeting.

Tommy was about to be treated to his first clear view of his parents in action and was desperately excited. He still felt the need to maintain some discretion, sticking silently to the shadow by the door. Despite the low light in the room, his view of what was going on was crystal clear.

His Dad obviously wasn't going to delay fulfilling his wife's request. In an instant, he pulled his grotty sweatpants down around his ankles. His fat, engorged dick sprang into view and he quickly gripped it in one hand, directing it towards her sopping, inviting hole.

Tommy had always fantasised about seeing something more sensual, but the intensity of this scene was also so erotic. His own hand made its way inside his own pants, but he still didn't dare pull his dick out.

His Mother let out a long, low moan as his Dad's cockhead made contact with her pussy, then exhaled loudly, whispering, "Oh yes!" as he slid his length into her.

Tommy's dick was dribbling as he stimulated himself over the scene unfolding. The sight of the penetration alone nearly caused him to lose control, but he breathed deeply and silently, keeping his cool.

Meanwhile, his Dad was pumping into his wife with abandon, giving her the full length of his thick member. He grunted as he thrust, determined to push his whole length as deep inside her as he could, and these noises were echoed by her moans. Occasionally, Tommy's Mother would slur something incoherent into the bedclothes underneath her face. He picked up odd words like, "harder," and,"yes!" He was taken aback at one point when he was convinced she mumbled his name, before yelping as she approached orgasm.

He Looking over to his Dad and could see his exertion displayed on his face, he was building up to a impressive pace. His noises rose quickly to a series of loud cries of, "Aaaah!" as he tipped over the point of no return. Tommy saw his knees weaken slightly and his eyes close tight as he unloaded what must've been a monumental load inside his gurgling shrieking wife.

As his Dad withdrew his dripping weapon, Tommy receded further into the doorway, but didn't break his view. He watched his Dad slide gently onto the bed next to his wife, who hadn't moved. "That felt so good, baby!" he said quietly as he brought his face down next to her, kissing her cheek.

There was absolutely no response from Tommy's Mother. She was still in exactly the same position, bent over the bed, butt raised slightly, head down against the bedcovers. Tommy couldn't see her face, which was directed towards his Dad.

"Darling?" his Dad whispered, right next to her ear. But still there was nothing, so he put his hand on her back, stroking it gently. This made he shuffle slightly and let out a few mumbled noises. Tommy could see his Dad's frustration. He let his rock solid member rub against Tommy's Mother, gently but urgently asking, "are you ready for some more?"

Tommy's Mum stirred slightly, she giggle and dreamily murmured, "Mummy would love to, Tommy, but she's too tired." She snuggled herself down a little more comfortably, but her legs still hung comically over the foot of the bed.

Tommy reeled from hearing his name mentioned again, this time very definitely. He was unable to believe that she was linking him into her sexual activity and quickly decided that, in her semi-conscious state, she might not be aware of what she was saying. That said, the thought that his own Mother might regard him sexually was now cemented in his mind and his aching cock couldn't ignore it.

Tommy's Dad, however, was completely focused on his need for more sex. He tried one more time to rouse his wife for another round of fun, a visible level of desperation in his actions. At this point, Tommy decided to retreat before he was noticed. He still wasn't ready to address what was going on head on.

In the safety of his own room, he stood just inside his door trying to detect what was going on. He heard his Dad stomp purposefully out of their bedroom and cross the hall to his office. After a few minutes he left the office and headed downstairs. Tommy had a pretty good idea of what would follow and gave his Dad a little time before sneaking to the top of the stairs to hear if he was right.

As expected, Tommy's Dad was gearing up to literally take matters into his own hand. The poorly acted opening dialogue of a porn movie drifted up the stairs from the living room making Tommy chuckle.

With his Dad occupied, Tommy decided to check on his Mother. Drifting quietly back into his parents' room, there she was, still out cold folded over the end of the bed. Tommy tip-toed around her taking in the view, her large tits bulged out on either side underneath her. He soft, rounded butt still maintained a slight elevation, even though her legs had splayed slightly as she had relaxed down. He moved closer to examine her form in detail.

From the bottom of the bed, he got a reminder of the scene he had witnessed minutes earlier. Her pussy still glistened in the dim light of the room, a big dribble of his Dad's cum had run down it onto the bed forming a wet patch. It again impressed him how much spunk his Dad had been able to produce, especially having cum several times today already. When listening in, he had occasionally heard his Mother's teasing comments about the, "big mess" his Dad made. The large cum puddle dribbling from her used hole proved she hadn't been just playing a game.