Hank enjoyed being around his mom. He always had, but ever since Christmas Eve there was an extra layer to being around her; a shared secret which never failed to bring a smile to his face. When she saw him smiling, she smiled back.
At first his heart had beat faster just being close to her, and his dick would harden as he imagined her tits in his palms, or her kneeling in his lap. Lately he'd managed to calm his reaction down, but he still regularly jerked off to the memory of losing his virginity to her.
It was late February. Hank had taken her words to heart about it not being easy to make Christmas happen again, and was content to wait. He still took every chance he could to help her, and to spend time with her. Just the smell of her perfume was enough to brighten his day.
Come one Saturday morning, Hank was surprised to come out of his room and find the house empty. It was unusual in a family of four; there was always someone around. His mom tended to be a homebody, not really going anywhere unless someone else made plans. To have all three gone at once set alarm bells going in Hank's head.
To be sure, he checked every room in the place, and found it to be true. Where were they all? Deciding to not look a gift horse in the mouth, he took the chance to relax and enjoy himself. He went back to his room, prepping to really 'relax'. He put on some music and brought up his favourite Literotica author on his phone.
Naked on his bed, happy to know he could take his time, Hank read one of the longer stories, stroking his cock now and then. Precum appeared at his slit, a tantalizing little bead of lube. He rubbed it over his sensitive cock, enjoying the enhanced sensation. He never jerked off with lube, preferring his natural cream. When it dried up, he read on, letting the precum evaporate before starting over again.
Mid-stroke, nearing the climax of the story, Hank stopped to listen, thinking he'd heard a noise outside his room. His family weren't fans of knocking.
Not hearing any more noises, Hank returned to his cock and his story. It was getting really good now, and his cock was harder than ever.
His door opened. "Hank, get up, we're going -" the sound of his mom's voice was halted mid-sentence.
Despite her having handled it, sucked on it, and had it inside of her, Hank was still shocked at being found naked and stroking one out. He covered himself with his hands, rolling to the wall.
"Mom!" he yelled.
"Sorry for interrupting." Her voice was calm. "When you're done, get dressed, we're going out."
Her barging in on him was like a bucket of cold water. "I'm done," he muttered, sitting up while still hiding his junk.
His mom watched him roll around and smirked. "I've seen it before, you know. Intimately."
Hank stopped his acrobatics and huffed a laugh. He exposed himself to her, still feeling awkward, and stood up from his bed.
She watched him do it, her eyes fixed on his dick with interest. "You do have a nice cock, Hank. Not as thick as your dad's, but it has a good length."
"Um, thanks," Hank said, as he searched for clean clothes. "Probably TMI, but thanks."
"By the way, Happy Birthday."
His fucking birthday. How had he forgotten? He was 20 now. The last week of college had really done a number on his tracking of dates. "Is that why we're going out? My birthday?"
"Yep. Abby and your dad are meeting us there and will be waiting."
"Where?"
"You remember the indoor fun park that opened up down the way? With the mini golf and batting cage and stuff?"
"Oh, nice! That'll be fun." Being alone with her made him bold. "Maybe not as fun as something else I could think of."
She grinned and walked over to him. Reaching out, she gave him a slow stroke up his cock, causing it to resurge in length. "Maybe it's better you didn't finish. I could see a use for this. I've been feeling...flirty."
Boldness gone, he swallowed. "You can use it however you want."
She gave him a squeeze and a pull, causing a bead of precum to appear. She used a finger to gather it up and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm, I might do that."
"Might?" he croaked at her retreating back. Her lilting laughter echoed through the house.
Hank quickly got dressed, joining her in the kitchen where she was looking at her phone. Walking up behind her, he hugged her close, pressing his still mostly hard dick into her butt. Throwing caution to the wind, he lifted his hands to her tits, cupping them.
His mom gave a push back against him with her rear, saying absently, "You're going to have to work on your timing. Let's go, we're on a schedule."
She turned and stepped out of his embrace easily, and left the house. Hank followed, encouraged she hadn't entirely brushed him off.
In the car, he said, "I can't think of any time in the last two months where the right time has cropped up. There's always someone around, or one of us is busy." Not that he would have initiated if he'd found the right time.
"Now you know what it's like to be a parent. You and your sister cockblocked your dad and I for years." She smirked at him and started the car, heading to the fun park.
"Did you just not do it, or did you find a way?"
"Ehh, a bit of both. We got better at arranging alone time. Sometimes it was as easy as making sure you were both distracted."
"Distracted?"
"Yeah, occupied for long enough for us to do our thing. Early days we could just give you both ice cream and send you outside, but when you got old enough, we sent you out to the movies together or something."
"Ooohhh." Hank thought of all the times when he and Abby had suddenly found themselves out of the house. "Can we get some ice cream on the way home for Abby and Dad?" he asked.
She giggled. "I don't think it'll work on your dad, but Abby would bite...even in the middle of winter." They drove in silence for a bit and then she continued, "I'll tell you what: I
have
been feeling a certain itch the last couple days, and I saw the perfect tool to scratch it in your room. You come up with a way to distract them and I'll come to your room."
