My dad is still pretty good looking. He works hard to stay in shape, has salt & pepper hair that's thinned out a good bit, and there's a 50/50 shot of some stubble on his face. Whenever he's in shorts, I always admire his calves...is it possible to be a calf-girl? I do this with my dad and my husband.
My mom is a total MILF, with blonde hair that's a bit on the 80's side, but huge breasts that always pull your eyes downward and an ass and a half. She's not super thin, but I'd have a hard time even calling her chubby, she's just average build with tons of curves.
To set the scene, Dad was downstairs in his man cave watching football on Thursday, and, as many of you advised me, the best route would be through Mom. So we stayed upstairs, sharing some wine, and watching Chopped on Netflix.
Mom and I are both fairly busty, her a bit more so than I, but she had on a lovely low-cut blouse and I had on a relatively small cami...my boobs were practically busting out of it.
(also, fair warning, I'm trying to replicate the dialogue as perfectly as I can, but there's probably some variance and I'll probably get a little erotica-y on the details of the sex)
So I said, "geez, Mom, your boobs are looking great tonight...did you get a new bra?"
She immediately looked down at her own tits, rubbing them softly and said "no, I guess I'm just having a good boob day...thanks for noticing."
"They're kind of hard not to notice, honestly, I know Ken can't help but look at them...I think he'd kill just to play with them....he thinks you're so hot....I mean, he's right, I do too but still...I'm blabbering"
She sort of giggled and arched an eyebrow..."I didn't know Ken found me attractive, but I guess we look enough alike that it makes sense...and it is flattering to know i can still turn on a younger man."
"Yeah, you're actually on his list, you know?"
"His list?"
"You know, five people he's allowed to fuck if they say yes. You're on his, you and dad are both on mine, couples make them all the time now." I say, as quickly and casually as I can muster, my face turning bright red..
"Mine's Gerard Butler, you, Dad, Alexander Skarsgard, and Joe Mangianello."
"Wait, Dad and I are on your list? Seriously?"
"Well, yeah...I mean, I know you're my parents and stuff but having heard you through the walls and knowing that you've had friends *doing air quotes here* just kind of made you guys stand out."
Mom blushed here and did her thinking face, which made me decide I was in now-or-never territory and needed to press quickly before she decided against it.
So, I said, "have you ever...thought about me? like that?"
She sputtered a bit and turned a very bright red, which I took as a yes.
So I leaned in and kissed her...and she kissed me back. It was soft at first, then her hand was in my hair and...damn, my mom can kiss. I don't know how long we made out, it felt like an hour, but it was probably only a few minutes before her other hand made it my breast, kneading it softly, which made me moan into her mouth. That was when she broke contact and kind of pushed me back a little.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sure," I said, "I've wanted this for a long, long time....but....I want Dad too...Ken said he's okay with it, but he also...wants in. Are you okay with that? Is Dad going to be okay with that?"
She was nodding along as I spoke, and it was odd...this was the most I had been aware of her as *my mom* the whole evening, earlier I had been in this odd fugue state of her being a girl I wanted to have fun with, but her calm, mature, almost business-like nods made me really reconcile her as both my mom and a sexual partner...and I wanted it.
"Well, as you know, your dad and I don't mind sharing each other...so that's not really the big deal. I want this," she said with a certain heat in her voice and her eyes, "and I know you turn your Dad on plenty, but to be totally honest, I don't know for sure that he'll be 100% instantly on-board. I'm going to get him ready for some fun, I'll text you when we start foreplay, you can come in and we'll ask him. If he says no, we'll have to respect that, okay? I'll ask if he's okay with me having some fun with you and maybe Ken without him, but if he doesn't want in, it probably won't happen, okay, sweetheart?"
I just nodded at this point. Everything was said and it actually might happen. I felt like if I opened my mouth I would ruin it, by either crying or laughing or saying something stupid....I was so full of excitement it was hard to tell.
"Okay, just go get ready and then when I've got Dad hard and ready, then I'll send you a quick text. I'll make sure the door is unlocked and everything, send you the text and just start blowing him for a bit. You just come in and hopefully your dad will be horny enough that it overrides any hesitations he has, okay?"
Again, I just nodded and gave her a quick kiss and went to my old room to get ready. I took a quick shower and shaved, and then debated forever about whether I should come in wearing lingerie or just nude. I finally settled on just my short kimono-esque robe. So then I sat there, reading /r/incest and watching porn on my phone. When my phone finally buzzed in my hand, I nearly dropped it. Mom sent me a picture that had her face and tits (which looked positively mouth watering) visible selfie-style but also over her shoulder I could see Dad's cock....big and hard and ready.
I walked down the hall and I could see light coming from the door where it was just barely cracked. I peered in through the door and saw them there on the king-sized bed. Dad was laying down on his side of the bed and Mom was perpendicular to him, the back of her head and long hair obscuring the view of his crotch as she serviced him, bobbing up and down. I realized I could actually hear the audible slurping sounds she made as she sucked him.
