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This was probably a year after my mom and I began our “adventures.” I was 19, and yes, still living at home.
That would make my parents pushing forty at a handsome 36 & 38 (mom and dad respectively).
I was one year older, and sad to say, a good deal plumper. My round belly now hung over a little, my wide hips were now topped with well-defined rolls of fat. I had deep creases at my armpits because of my wide upper arms and a network of stretch marks had appeared around my waist. Also unfortunate, was that my chest had NOT expanded at the same pace as the rest of me. I was definitely ‘pear-shaped’ and a bit self-conscious of the whole thing.
It was the middle of August, I remember, and just on the hot side of comfortable. You could sit in the house with the windows open and the ceiling fans running without the air conditioning, but any exertion would whip up a sweat in a hurry.
Mom and dad had left around 9 that evening to go out with some old friends who were passing through town. They told me not to wait up and they might not be back that night. This was fairly normal, my parents would probably spend one night away from the house each month. I thought it was great, they were clearly still in love with each other and they still craved time alone together.
I stayed up fairly late, it was about 1a.m. and I was headed to bed after watching an old 80’s sci-fi movie (this night is now forever connected to that movie in my mind). I was upstairs in my bedroom, I had just undressed and put on a very light knee-length nightshirt when I heard my parents outside through the open window. Peeking through the sheer curtains, I could see them paying a taxi before meandering to the door. I was glad they were smart and took a cab, but surprised that they were that drunk. They made quite the funny sight as my barely-five-foot mom tried to steady my over-six-foot dad.
About my dad: he was six foot, three inches tall, very skinny looking, but when he had his shirt off (which was often) you could see he was muscular, but his long frame hid it well. He, like my mom, was well tanned from shirtless yard work and long hours at the beach. He was mildly hairy, with a small patch in the center of his chest, a little around his nipples and a ‘happy-trail’ running down from his belly button. His thinning hair was in a distinguished widow’s-peak and he kept a wide, well-groomed mustache (now-a-days you’d call it a “porn-‘stache). As I said before, he was often shirtless and his happy trail led to, what I learned, was a respectable bulge in his shorts. All this attractiveness was offset by large, thick nerd-glasses! He was seriously blind without his glasses!
I followed my parents slow progress through the house with my ears, I knew they’d be embarrassed by how drunk they were and I respected them enough not to confront them in their currents state, I listened at my bedroom door and smiled to myself at their bumbling antics. Once they made it to their bedroom I lay down in bed to go to sleep.
I was just about to nod off when I was gently shaken awake. I looked up and saw my mom leaning over me. Her make-up was a bit smeared and her hair was falling out of her ‘up-do’ and the rest of her was about to fall bostancı escort out of her oh-so-cute-and-sexy black sequined cocktail-dress! Even now, with her breath reeking of alcohol as she swayed side to side in my room, my short, plump, little mother was hot as hell!
Just as I was wondering if she was going to tell me what she had woke me for, she unsteadily stood up and said, “Please come help me with your father.” and turned away to walk back to her room. Tossing my covers aside, I hopped up to help HER down the hall, she wasn’t doing so well! As I came along side of her, she threw her arm around me to stay upright. We slowly walked down the hall, but as we did, she slowly lost her grip and slid down until her left arm was around my generous rump, her face was pressed tightly against my right boob and her right hand was grasping my left boob!
As tried to hold her up, my arm around her waist caused her little dress to ride up until her whole ass was exposed and I could see she had worn a lacey little thong panty under her dress (VERY distracting given the whole situation)!
When we turned the corner into their bedroom, quite the sight awaited me!
A trail of clothes led to my dad, laying buck-naked on the bed!
I froze.
After a few seconds, my mom, now noticing my shocked state, assured me he was passed out drunk. Now, of course, was my mom’s cue to surprise me once again…
She let go of my tit and ass, stood up straight and walked over to the bed where dad lay naked without so much as a tipsy sway. In fact, the only swaying going on was her tiny, sexy ass; the black string of her thong accentuating the sway of her hips!
My heart was thumping in my chest under the heady influence of it all, I was both dreading and excited as to what hijinks my mom had in mind. Pressing a finger to her lips, indicating I shouldn’t speak, she motioned me over. As I came over to stand beside her she slid her arm around my fat waist, her left hand coming to rest on my left hip. She nodded her head towards dad, and in the gentle light from the lamp on the nightstand I could clearly make out his monumental erection.
From neatly trimmed, short pubes, dad’s shaved cock and balls stood out in stark contrast. His balls were relaxed and hung between his thighs while his cock arched away, the head almost reaching his belly button and not quite resting on his belly. My eyes wandered back and forth from my mom’s cleavage spilling over the top of her dress, to my dad’s hard cock and back again.
Mom turned towards me and started to pull her dress off over her head. After I helped her out I stood back a second to admire her sheer and lacey bra and panties. She then reached down and pulled my nightshirt up and off. She slowly looked me up and down as I stood before her completely bare. Her lips parted and she reached for me, everything moving in slow motion as I watched her hands approach my chest. At the last moment her hands moved aside and went around me, avoiding my aching tits and instead she clasped herself to me in a strong hug. I could tell she was savoring the sensation, so I purposed to do the same.
I could feel her hands clinging to my back, her arms resting ümraniye escort bayan between the rolls of fat on my sides, her face was pressed sideways against my chest, my tits were smashed against her shoulders, I could feel her firm, round tits pressed against my soft belly, her hard nipples easily felt through her sheer bra. She slowly relaxed in my arms, her hands rubbed up and down my back, she took a moment to explore my wide ass with her fingertips and as she drew away from me, her fingers came around my sides and brushed the underside of my boobs, the sensation was electric!
The spell momentarily broken, my attention was back on my dad’s hard cock. While not particularly attracted to men, I could appreciate a well-made tool. The shaft was of even thickness from base to head and veined without appearing gross. He was circumcised and the head had the classic mushroom shape and was wider than the shaft. It was a good looking penis!
Dad was lying on his back near the edge of the bed which made my mom’s next move easier. Leaving her right foot on the ground, she swung her left foot over and placed it next to his hip. Glancing over her shoulder to me, mom nodded behind her, indicating that I should look under her to witness what she was doing.
Mom reached down and grasped dad’s cock and began to rub the tip of it up and down her slit, her juices running down over the head making it glisten. I looked at dad’s face and he hadn’t even twitched! Dad was REALLY passed out!
I went back to watching the show mom was putting on for me. She was really enjoying rubbing his head on her clit and lips, but after a bit, I gasped as she lowered her tight little pussy onto his cock. Mom slowly rose up and down, riding the full length of his cock, I would have guessed him to be around seven inches long, and mom’s small frame and tiny pussy made him look gigantic!
I moved to watch mom’s pussy work from the front, after a minute, she reached down and began to play with her fat clit. I reached between my legs to do the same. My wet, sloppy pussy was running like a river, the juices flowing down my thighs to make wet spots on their carpet.
With me watching, it didn’t take long for mom to cum! She began to convulse while riding his cock and her stifled cries turned to grunts as I witnessed her juices gushing around dad’s cock in great pulses.
However, mom’s show was far from over. Without hesitation, she stood up, slipping dad’s cock out of her pussy with a distinct ‘pop’ and kneeled beside the bed beside me. She then picked up his dripping cock and stunned me again as she slowly slid her lips around the head and down his shaft!
I would have guessed she would only have been able to fit half the length in her mouth, but she kept going, all the way to the bottom, her face and hair sliding through the puddle of her own juices she had sprayed him with!
When she reached the end of his cock with her lips, she began to move her head up and down and inch or so, slowly at first, but faster and faster, literally fucking her own throat with his still hard cock.
After a bit she slipped back so just the head was in her mouth, and using her left hand, reached between her legs to kartal escort get a handful of her own juices to begin stroking his cock. She bobbed her mouth up and down on his head while stoking his shaft, faster and faster.
I was completely absorbed in the scene, I didn’t even realize that I had straddled my mom’s kneeling thigh and had been humping her leg! I was sliding my soaking pussy up and down on the top of her thigh near her knee, what made me realize what I was doing was that my amazing mom, while sucking my dad’s cock inches from my own face, had lifter her thigh a bit to help me rub my clit harder!
Before I knew what was happening, several things happened in quick succession:
My mom’s efforts were rewarded as my dad, with only a sleepy moan to indicate any effect, began to fill my mom’s mouth with cum, I could see the white creamy liquid begin to escape around her lips…
My own effort were coming to a head as I began to clench my thighs around my mother’s…
My mom closed her lips on a mouthful of dad’s cum and grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me backwards onto my back, I could see dad’s cock still twitching, throwing ropes up thick white cum onto his belly as I fell backwards…
My mom’s thigh returned to its place on my pussy and ground against me HARD, instantly jump-starting my orgasm…
Just as I felt her slippery mouth on mine, her tongue thrust between my lips, opening my mouth wide…
As my pussy poured forth its flood of juices, my mom’s mouth poured my father’s cum into mine…
Her mouth clamped against mine, my body convulsing in the throes of ecstasy, my mind reeling with our first kiss of lust and passion and the deeply intense thrill of the forbidden as I was forced by my mom to swallow my father’s cum!
I lay there, kissing my mom, grasping her head between my hands, probing her mouth with my tongue, licking and kissing her face, sucking all the juices, cleaning her as carefully as a kitten. Her thigh remained clenched between mine, my juices had added to the previous wet spot and had created quite the puddle beneath us. Our passionate kiss slowed to a stop as we relaxed in one another’s arms, she gazed into my eyes and slowly sat up, I followed suit and we sat there, kneeling across from each other. Both of our pussy’s dripping, covered in sweat, our faces cleaned by our mutual tongue bath, our mouths still filled with the oddly pungent and satisfying flavor of my father’s cum.
I glanced around at the scene, my mom following my gaze, the clothing strewn about, the puddle on the bed and the floor, my dad’s soft dick lying in its own puddle up cum, which was just now running off his belly onto the bed, the red marks on her thigh, the red marks on my chest and belly somehow caused by the rough lace pattern of her bra… and we quietly began to giggle in the incredible afterglow of the experience.
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear that she would clean up and make the necessary excuses in the morning, but that she seriously needed to pass out now. So I climbed to my feet, and helped her up and around to her side of the bed.
I could swear she was asleep before her head had even hit her pillow.
I gathered my nightshirt, closed their door and headed down the hall to my room, my brain reviewing the affair over and over, committing every nuance to memory even as I was entering my room…
…a lone thought strayed into my head…
The Kiss, Part 2 coming soon…
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