Author's Note:
This story and its characters are purely fictitious made up by the mind of a twisted mofo. In the real world always practice safe sex and always ask for consent.
Chapter 1
Looks like it's going to be another dreary day
, I thought as I continued on my routine jog. I had just started my 3-month break from University and I was already bored out of my mind. All my friends had gone overseas with their families and it didn't help that my girlfriend dumped me, stating my unending focus on my degree as the reason for us needing to break up. I have to admit that's true, pursuing a law degree didn't really leave me much time in the social department. So now here I was a bored, horny 22-year-old with no idea what he was going to do for the next 3 months.
I finished my jog about thirty minutes later, using the time to think about what the hell I wanted to do with my life. By the time I was finished and back home I was starving, the smell of bacon that was emanating from the kitchen, a welcome relief for my now grumbling stomach. I opened the door and saw my Mom, happily singing as she made breakfast, her hips swaying with the music from the radio.
Jill Cassidy was the definition of a MILF, she worked as a yoga instructor, so even at forty-six, her body was in excellent shape. She was drop-dead gorgeous which was a problem because she was also my mother. It didn't help that she always walked around the house in those tight-fitting yoga pants which did nothing to hide her shapely hips and her curvaceous bottom. Nor did it help when she came out of the shower, in nothing but a towel, showing of her muscled legs, her wet brunette hair tied up in a messy bun. Even now she was wearing a black laced nightgown, which was barely covering her shapely ass, the patterns revealing hints of her tanned skin. Every time I saw her, I was starstruck. I snapped out of my daydream, turning off my inner horn-dog and flicked on the perfect son switch and walked towards her, hugging her from behind.
"Morning Mom," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Good morning sweetie," she replied. "How was your jog?" She asked completely unaware that her ass had nestled perfectly onto my crotch.
I released her quickly, feeling my shaft twitch underneath my shorts.
"It was good, a great way to work out in the morning," I replied trying to stifle my erection by thinking completely unsexy thoughts.
She turned around and looked up, her blue eyes locking onto my own. She patted my chest.
"It's so great that you've gotten into shape Nate, I'm really happy that you finally decided to take better care of yourself."
It's true, I was quite fat back during high school, only having recently getting into shape. "Honestly Mom, it's only because I didn't want you to call me your Big Boy anymore."
She giggled, God she was so sexy. "Speaking of Big Boys," She grinned as she motioned behind me.
I turned around to see my Dad struggling with his suitcase, his classic Dad beer gut threatening to burst out of his business shirt. Well if you're wondering how in the hell a man like John Cassidy landed my Mom, here's how; Mom and Dad were high school sweethearts and Dad was a total stud back in the day, in fact he was Captain of his high-school basketball team. Now Mom was his classmate and tutor, apparently, she was a bit of a nerd back in the day and she got extra credit from tutoring students liable to fail. It's how they met and they've been together ever since. Once Dad graduated college, he took over his father's business which meant most of his time was now spent at work. Eventually, he turned into your stereotypical Dad, beer gut and all, although Mom didn't seem to mind. Apparently, there's more of him to cuddle now, according to her. It really was true love.