I'd woken up feeling sick and with a hard on. Last night I'd found out that my Dad was having an affair with my mate's mum, and then I'd fucked her. The whole thing disgusted me but I couldn't get the picture of her covered in my muck, her fat tits on show and her cunt flaps pouting for the world to see out of my head. I had a quick wank and then got up.
Dad was in the kitchen doing a fry up and Mum was hanging some washing out in the garden.
"Morning son, did you have a good time at Mark's party?"
"Yeah it was OK, got back about 2, nothing very wild."
"Good, you've got an appetite for breakfast then?"
"Oh yeah, I worked up one of those! I was in the lounge when you're mobile was beeping away. You got plenty of messages."
"Did I?" he seemed a bit worried, "I didn't see any this morning."
"No, I read them and deleted them, they were quite interesting though."
"You've got no business going through my phone son."
Then it came out, I couldn't help it, "And you've got no business fucking Mark's mum."
I could see him thinking about what to say next but Mum came in through the door so there was no chance for him to say anything. I certainly wasn't going to say anything to her so we left it and had a nice family breakfast. Those big juicy tits of Mrs Lewis kept coming into my head though and I knew that as much as it pissed me off what she was doing with my Dad, if she came here now, I'd take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her.
Dad and I watched a bit of cricket on the TV. Mum kept coming in and out of the room so it wasn't the best way to have a conversation but he managed to explain that Lorna, Mark's mum, had been going through a rough patch after her husband had died. He'd comforted her and one thing had led to another. It was a shit excuse really but I knew what those tits felt like and how tight her cunt was and what a dirty cow she was when she was getting fucked and I couldn't help but understand how it had happened. I also explained what I'd done the previous night and the state I'd left her in. He didn't say it but I could see he was thinking, "Good lad."
We stopped watching cricket to sit down to lunch. It was something I really missed being at college, good food and finding out what the family had been up to. Then it happened. My mobile beeped and so did Dad's. We both reached for our phones and Mum said how rude people were these days reading texts at the dinner table. She had no idea how rude it was. I didn't recognise the number because it wasn't stored in my phone but when I opened it I knew exactly who it was from. I'd know that foaming gash anywhere. Lorna must have got my number from Mark.
From the look on his face, Dad must have been looking at the same photo. She was on her back with her legs wide open, holding her twat flaps apart with her forefinger and middle finger like a fucking porn star. She must have had a cushion or something in the small of her back because her arse was raised up enough that you could see her arsehole. I got a boner straight away. I stared at the photo for a while before reading the text message that accompanied it, "I want you both at the same time."
"What a fucking slag," I thought.
I looked over at Dad, I couldn't read his reaction but I realised that I still had a lob on in my pants.
"You want to share the rest of the spuds, son?"
"Er, I'm not sure if I'm hungry enough."
"Well they taste good." He winked at my Mum.
What a bastard, her thinking how charming he was for complimenting her cooking while he was really just seeing if I wanted to share his slag.
I was unsure, I'd seen plenty of threesomes in porno but I wasn't sure if I could do it with another cock there, never mind my Dad's.
Our phones went again simultaneously, "You can take turns in my shithole."
That was all it took.
"You fancy going out for a couple of pints Dad?"
"Sure, let's go."