Author's note: Sorry about the long break between chapters, but don't worry, the Joneses have not been forgotten! Hope you guys like it.
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The past few days had been pretty strange. I'd found out my parents were swingers, I was pretty sure my mom was flirting with me and my sister Isabel had so far given me an earth shaking blow job and then fucked me almost senseless. It was hard to imagine that only a few days ago I had thought my family was pretty ordinary. I definitely didn't think things could get any weirder. However, it seemed the universe was out to prove me wrong in spectacular fashion.
"So, my flight out is at eight tomorrow morning," said dad. Mom, dad, Izzy and I were sitting at the dinner table. Dad had made his famous spaghetti for supper and I was wolfing it down. The day's activities had left me ravenous - after my morning swim and getting fucked silly by my succubus of a sister, I had slept through lunch and was trying to make up for it. "You think you could drive me to the airport, Alex?" he asked.
"Sure dad," I replied. Dad drove a BMW and didn't mind us kids using it when he was away, as long as we were careful. I loved it, and jumped at any chance to get behind the wheel.
"Oh yeah, and Catherine said she'd probably need a ride back from town at some point this week. Seeing as you'll have my car, I told her to send you a message." Catherine was my second oldest sister. She was three years older than me and lived a couple of hours away, downtown in the nearby city, where she was studying acting at a drama school. Even when I was little, I'd always thought Cat was the coolest person in the world. She was smart, athletic and creative - she could have done pretty much anything she wanted. I'd also considered her one of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen. With a tight, toned body, a huge pair of tits and a round, juicy ass, the one time I'd snuck a peek at her getting dressed had ended up fueling my fantasies for most of my teenaged years.
"Yeah, no problem," I said. Cat usually came home for a couple of months during the summer, although she had an apartment in the city.
Mom said she'd clean up supper and I volunteered to help her once we were finished eating while Dad and Izzy went downstairs to the tv room to watch one of those British detective shows they loved so much. "How many murderers can one tiny English village have?" complained mom as she bent over to rearrange the dishes in the dishwasher. I was meant to be washing a frying pan in the sink, but I couldn't stop myself from staring at her ass as she reorganized the dirty plates.
After helping with the dishes, I played some online games in my room while mom joined dad and Izzy for the tail end of the show they were watching and was just getting into bed by the time I heard them coming up the stairs. Sleep came quickly and I soon found myself dreaming of the past few days activities, only to awaken suddenly just as I was getting to the good part. I lay there for a while trying to get back to sleep, my throbbing erection tenting the comforter, until I gave up and got up to grab a glass of water. On the landing outside, I paused at Izzy's door, wondering if she'd be up for a fuck, but when I lifted my hand to knock, I heard quiet moans and grunting and the slap of skin on skin. Figuring she was watching porn, I decided to surprise her, but when I tried the door handle, I found it was locked.
Oh well, I thought, back to my original mission, and I went downstairs to the kitchen. I didn't bother switching on the light when I entered - I knew my way around well enough to grab a glass and fill it in the dark. As I stood by the kitchen sink, I absently looked out the window, remembering the sight of mom beside the pool, getting fucked by two cocks. My hand drifted down to my boxers, and before I knew it, my shorts were down around my knees and I was jerking my cock furiously to the debaucherous memory.
Then the lights flicked on.
I started, splashing water all over myself, as I struggled to yank my boxers up while holding a glass of water only to snag the waistband on my prodigious boner. I stumbled and tried to steady myself by grabbing at the counter top. Unfortunately, my hand was gripping my now half empty glass. The glass cracked neatly in two as I slapped it down on the granite counter, the razor sharp edge cutting me sharply across the palm. I swore.
"Language, Ale-" began mom. She was standing in the doorway, dressed in her short, white satin robe, watching my ridiculous dance with amusement, but her grin faded once she saw the river of blood beginning to course down my arm. It wasn't a bad cut, but it managed to produce a flood of blood that made it seem much worse. "Oh damn, you silly boy!" she finished. "Hold it upright and follow me."
Mom practically dragged me to the bathroom. There was a lot of blood. It was pulsing out of the wound to flow down my arm in a bright red torrent. By the time we'd made it to the bathroom, I'd even managed to get it on my shorts. Mom sat me down on the toilet, opened up the bathroom cabinet and began hauling out various first aid supplies. With the practiced efficiency of a mother who had raised four kids, she cleaned the wound, applied disinfectant (which stung like hell) and wrapped my palm with gauze which she then taped in place.
"Well, it looked worse than it was," she said once all was said and done.
My hand still hurt like crazy, and I told her so.
"Oh, calm down," she said, comfortingly. Then she noticed she'd managed to get a few spots of blood on her robe. "Dammit Alex, I liked this robe," she said. What happened next caused a severe disconnect between my eyes and my brain. Without any fuss, she uncinched the cord holding the robe closed and undressed. I was then treated to the jaw dropping view of her completely naked body. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath the robe. My cock let its appreciation be known and began to throb. "You'd better get your boxers off too. I'll soak them with my robe. You managed to get blood everywhere," she said, sighing.
Still not quite believing what was happening, I fumbled my way out of my boxers until my mom and I were standing in the bathroom together, totally naked. She turned and put the robe and my shorts in the sink and turned on the water. I simply stood dumbly behind her, my eyes traveling the length of the body, from her long, shapely legs up to the heavy, round curves of her buttocks and then further to the smooth arch of her waist, the sweep of her back and the pale slope of her neck. I don't know whether it was because I'm just an idiot, or if it was the blood loss, but for some reason, standing behind her and soaking in the view, my hand wrapped itself around my still engorged shaft, and I began to masturbate.
It only dawned on me that I was stroking my cock behind my mom's back when we made eye contact in the bathroom mirror. The goddamn bathroom mirror. I had completely forgotten it was there.
"If you need to make it go away, I understand, hon," said mom, her eyes locked to mine. My hand flew back from my turgid penis.
"I didn't.. I really.." I couldn't get the words out. It was all too much for my brain to handle, so it had decided to pack up and take a hike.
"Would it be easier if I left?" asked mom.
Fuck it. I decided to go with the flow. If the universe was going to throw curveballs, I might as well take a swing before getting struck out. "I, uh, have trouble getting it to go away when it's like this," I said, my mouth dry as a desert.
"Your father's the same way," said mom. It was a good thing my mind had decided to take a vacation, for what was coming next would have destroyed it. "When he gets to a certain point, it really takes a lot of work to get him to cum. Do you need me to help?"
All I could do was nod.
"Alright hon, come over to the sink." said mom, turning off the water and hauling our combined clothes out of the sink and placing them on the counter.
I did as I was told and moved over to stand in front of the mirror. Mom moved behind me, never taking her eyes from mine in the mirror. My cock throbbed desperately as I felt the hard nubs of her nipples rub and then press against my back. The warm, soft sensation of her breasts followed soon after and another pulse of pre-cum oozed from my glans. Mom hooked her chin over my shoulder so that her lips were at my ear. I could feel her breath hot on my earlobe.
I gasped as I felt her hand reach around to remove my own from my engorged shaft. I gripped the edge of the counter tightly, ignoring the throbbing ache of protest from my bandaged left hand. The hot flesh of my cock pulsed with need when I felt my mother's cool fingers encircle it. With her tits mashed against my back, she snaked her left hand around my waist and wrapped it around the base of my needy shaft, her fingers cupping my heavy balls. Then, with exquisite slowness, she began to pump her hand up and down my rampant erection. My breath slid past my lips in ragged pants.
