As I walked in the house, I could hear noises coming from my parent's room. The noises were the sounds of two lovers in the throes of passion. How nice it is that they still love one another to make love, I thought. They'd been married for almost 25 years and I sometimes wondered if they were still in love. They'd fallen into a bit of a rut, I'd say but I guess time and familiarness (is that even a word?) does that to you.
I knew they weren't expecting me home. I was going to stay over at a friends for the night but plans fell through. I guess they just thought that they'd have some fun while I was gone. It was times like these that I was grateful for the thick carpet that would pad my feet. The last thing I wanted to do was to disrupt them when they were obviously having so much fun.
While listening to them, I couldn't believe how loud my mom was, dad must really be a stud, I thought about the last time my boyfriend and I made love. Well maybe made love is giving it too much credit. It was more like two 19 year olds pawing one another in the back seat of his mustang. The sounds coming from my parent's bedroom reminded me of the sounds he and I made.
I could almost feel his hands on my breasts. I could almost feel his cock in my mouth. I could almost feel his hips thrusting into me, driving that cock into my pussy. I always loved the way it felt when a boy touched me. I knew some were just using me, but I was using them, too. It started with kissing at first. That led to hand jobs and fingering. Next were blowjobs and the occasional boy that would lick me. Finally, it was fucking.
I'd even had my ass penetrated once by a boy that missed the mark a bit. Yes, that stung, at first, but it eventually felt nice. I didn't mind a bit of pain. It only added to the pleasure and when a boy would pinch my nipples hard while playing with me, I would usually orgasm.
I was wet. "My god," I thought. "These sounds are getting me worked up."
I'd never heard my parents having sex before. I think they only did it when I was gone. I looked at my phone to see what time it was, thinking was there anywhere I could go, anyone I could call to let my parents have their fun?
My phone was almost out of battery, in need of a charge. Unfortunately, my charger was in my bedroom and my room was down the hallway past my parent's room. Again, I was grateful for my parent's choice of carpet. I knew if I went quickly and quietly, I could be in and out and they would never know.
For the most part, the lights were out in the house. Yes there was a light on in the family room where I was at the moment, but the rest of the house was in near darkness. As I looked down the hallway I could see a sliver of light penetrating the darkness, much like from the sounds emanating from the bedroom I imagined my father was penetrating mom. They had not completely closed the bedroom door. "No need to," I thought. They didn't expect me home.
I slipped off my shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible and crept down the hallway. I meant to just rush by, but that open door was a bit like the sun. You know you shouldn't look at it, but you do anyway. The sight inside stopped me dead in my tracks.
There was my mom. Naked. Sexier than I've ever seen before. Sexier than I ever imagined. I've had a couple of experiences with some girls in my class, but these were girls. My mom was a woman. She was on her hands and knees on the bed. Her head was hanging down. Her breasts were swinging like pendulums beneath her as she was being fucked from behind.
For a woman in her late 40s she could hold her own with anyone. She was 5'6" 140 with 34DD breasts. I only hoped that one day I would look as good as she did now. Her hips were wider than my young woman hips and her slight tummy made her look the sexy mom.
I couldn't breathe, I was mesmerized by the sight of my mom. Her brown hair, which had flecks of grey was wet with sweat. Her body shown. I remember as a kid riding horses with my friends and how the horses looked after a long ride where we had been racing one another. The sheen on their bodies. It was the same look as on my mom. I had hear the term "rode hard and put away wet." Mom was being ridden and she was wet.
I could hear the sound of a hard cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. His hips slapping with each contact of her smooth bottom. I could see his hands gripping her hips tightly, steadying himself and her, as he drove into her flesh. Her breath was being driven from her lungs each time he bottomed out in her.
I'm not sure how long I stood there, watching her, wishing I was her. When I looked down the nipples on my 32D tits were sticking out and I could feel the moisture in my panties. I was so turned on. I was glad that I'd chosen to wear a loose top and a short skirt. The fingers on my left hand reached under my shirt and found my nipples, rolling and pinching them hard through my sheer bar. The fingers on my right hand lifted my skirt and touched the front of my panties. I felt as if they might catch fire.
A deep groan from my mom brought my attention back to her. I could see her body shudder. I inhaled deeply through my nose and I could smell the scent of aroused female. I knew that scent and thought, "my mom smells like me." I couldn't help but wonder if she tasted like me. I'd tasted myself on my fingers many times and even a couple times on the fingers of my male friends.
"Keep going, fuck me hard." I heard mom say. "Fuck me deeper." My god. I couldn't believe she would talk like this. I felt another rush of moisture soak the crotch of my panties. I slid my hand under the waistband of my panties, down into my pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you for hours," a male voice replied. "Your cunt feels wonderful."
Wait a minute. That wasn't my dad's voice. It was then I looked down mom's body to the male that was behind her, impaling her with his cock. It wasn't my dad. It was my Uncle Brad. Well, he wasn't really my uncle. He was dad's best friend. They had been best friends growing up. Best friends for the past 40 years.
How could my mom be cheating on dad with Brad? Yes, I knew that wife's cheated, so do husbands for that matter, but with Brad? It was then I heard dad's voice, "Do it Brad, fuck her, fuck her hard. Give Christine what she needs, what she wants.
I looked in the direction of the voice and there sat dad in a chair at the end of the bed. He was watching as Brad's hips continued their thrusting motion. Not only was dad watching. He was as naked as they were and he was stroking a sizeable erection.
I don't know what happened, but the sight of mom getting fucked from behind, Uncle Brad doing it to her, dad watching and jacking off was too much for me. I had to see more. I leaned forward and as I did the door was pushed on its hinges. It opened, leaving me standing, watching, my hands on my tits and in my pussy.
Mom, dad, and Brad all looked at me. I guess they were too far gone because mom turned her head to Brad and said, "Don't you dare stop." She then looked at dad and said, "you either." They all kept doing what they had been before I intruded.
Mom looked at me and as Brad rammed his cock into her said, "You're an adult, you're over 18, would you like a closer look?"
I just nodded and moved closer. My fingers rolling my nipples as hard as they've ever been. I shoved a finger deeper inside my bubbling hole.
Mom told me, "You should see the size of Brad's cock. It's amazing." So I went down towards the foot of the bed, down closer to where my dad was sitting.
I thought to myself, "Dad's cock is pretty amazing. What must Brad's be like?"
Dad was stroking what looked to be a 7 inch cock. It was definitely bigger than all but one of my boyfriends. I then turned and looked at Brad's.
He looked huge! I couldn't not see all of it at that moment as he was buried deep in my mom. His hands on her hips had pulled her bottom outward. I could see mom's asshole and matted hair that covered her pussy and around the hole in back. As he pulled out her pussy lips clung to a cock that looked to be as thick as a soda can. This time it was my turn to moan. I'd never seen such a specimen.
