Mum's number flashed up on my phone. Well, we had been chatting more, and about a heck of a lot more, recently. But early evening not late morning. I had needed a sympathetic ear since my split up for my lack of action, which mum had certainly given me.
"Hi my darling gorgeous Mum." I answered, she loved a bit of flattery, which it wasn't really as she was a lovely looking woman, whom I had really come to appreciate, and fantasize about, recently.
"Hi my sweetie, we moved out today like you know but you know that place we were buying? Well, it fell through this morning. We couldn't crash with you could we?"
"Oh, hi Mum, oh right, so the sale of home went through?"
"Yes, we really had to leave you know, it's far too big. Anyway, was that a "yes Mum of course you can?", or..."
"Um," Well, I hadn't got round to visiting since our call just before Christmas. We both chatted quite directly about intimacy and if I had visited them I was pretty sure we would all three have sex. I had put visits off, was mum now forcing the issue, or did they really need a place to stay? Go for it, I thought, either way...
"Oh! yes, sure of course you can, both the kids rooms have doubles in and are empty now, of course, so..."
"Sweetie, we haven't been without an en-suite in decades, you know we can't both go padding round your place, well you know how we sleep, at night. We will have your lovely room and en-suite, sweetie."
"Oh." Well that's my lovely mum, always glamorous to look at but to the point. I was again fixated with the very pleasant thought of this lovely, vibrant woman naked in my home. Or, for my increasingly bicurious side, a naked man for that matter, as Dad was still a very handsome man.
God, my sex drought was making me think some filthy thoughts. I knew they both had always slept nude. Growing up my room was next door to them and I couldn't help but hear them making love every night, and often many mornings. We had drilled in us to thoroughly respect a closed door though, so I never just barged in or any impropriety at all.
But Mum had seemed so much older then, but now at my 42 to her 60, well she looked like a gorgeous 50...and I hadn't dated in two years so really, really needed to appreciate a lovely woman. Now chatting to mum so very openly had been frustratingly arousing and kept me sleepless with raging, unashamed incest fantasies every night.
"So if you wouldn't mind changing the sheets and towels for us. Oh. And come to the door to let us in."
"You are here? I didn't think you meant right now, today." It was a lovely day so as I was living alone and my garden totally private I had been sunbathing naked.
"Obviously we are here and hurry we are both busting to pee!" Mum wasn't one to stop giving orders. Damn their fancy electric car, I hadn't heard them arrive. I rushed in to my room, it had double doors out to the garden, grabbed a light robe and hurried the length of the house. Damn it I was getting a fucking erection thinking about them being in my house. With me in the fullest sense.
"Well you took you time...oh, did we wake you?" She greeted me, slightly sarcastic, looking me over.
"Hi Mum, hi Dad." Mum had a light summer coat over a sheer dress, my she did look fine for 60, seriously most would say 50. Same could be said for dad in Polo and summer chinos.
"Hi and thanks but sorry to disturb you Son, we have some essentials to unload." Dad was just behind Mum, also looking very trim, also 60 years. Their big SUV behind him was packed with bags and boxes. What kind of stay needed almost a van load of stuff?
"Sorry! Love to chat but I need to pee." Mum pushed past without ceremony, threw off her light coat and dived into the bathroom in the front, the kids old annex. "Oh shit!" She was greeted by a gutted room, under renovation now the kids had left.
"Oh, yes, it's..." but she had already dashed out and to the back where our, now mine alone, rather fancy, en suite was. "...being updated, I forgot Dad, it was 20 years old needing replacing...oh." He unceremoniously unzipped and flopped his cock and balls out, all plump and loose in the heat of the day. He was shaven clean of any fuzz and started a solid stream of piss onto the gravel drive. It was very private here with no one for hundreds of yards
"Can't wait!" He said with obvious relief. "Sorry Son, it's the fucking meds. But your mum told me you liked cock?" Boy he had a strong, long flow so must have been holding it it in alright. The sight did, however, more than tickle my long suppressed Golden Shower fetish I had never been allowed to explore, indeed mocked for suggesting it.
"Uh, yes, always been a bit curious and yes, you look good." Mum had said she told him pretty much everything we chatted about. He shook his cock, just starting to swell, much longer than was needed, I thought. Damn his penis looked sweet, uncut like me and was it my imagination or did his cock plump up as he shook it? He knew and enjoyed that I was looking at and admiring his manhood.
"Oh Dad you, um, you shave your cock and balls as well? Suits you Dad." He was still lightly caressing his cock, his thumb running along his lengthening top, where the vein is, he was in not hurry to put it away as it swelled more.
"Thanks, yeah we have both always shaved, we just hate the tickling. And you." I nodded and just opened my robe to show him my fresh, shaven, sun oil glistened cock and balls, swollen with an incipient erection.
"Very nice indeed, suits you very well son, did we wake you?" He slowly put his cock away, making a play of it being awkward to fit in, and zipped himself back up. I retied my gown, under which my erection grew. I swallowed, I had really enjoyed the sight of my fathers sweet, uncut cock and showing him mine. I was feeling excited and horny and not a bit embarrassed.
"No I was sunbathing." Jeez this morning had taken an unexpected turn. How had Dad and I just ended up comparing dicks?
"Ah, of course, lovely day and such a private garden, perhaps we will be able to join you?" He looked at me cheekily, they had always been quite overt sexual, though without any impropriety. Chatting to my mum recently had got really quite intimate about how I was missing sex. Her recent sweet and loving empathy with my celibacy had, perverted and disgusting as it was, triggered an incest fantasy in me. A little part of that filthy fantasy had just played out seeing dad like that. And I thrilled with it.
"Well don't just stand there chatting, luggage to bring in, bed to change!" Mum yelled down the corridor from the kitchen. "I will put the coffee on, you two start unloading." Yep, Mum always loved giving orders. Dad passed me the two cases he had unloaded already.
"Well Son, that's been a lovely little chat I hope we can carry on later? But Mum mum always preferred to be obeyed." He gave me a cheeky wink. I knew I should be embarrassed by seeing my father's manhood but I was thrillingly excited by it.
