We descended the stairs to find Mother and Father kissing passionately. Mother's wrap had fallen down her shoulders, leaving her cleavage exposed. Father's arms were around her back, hands resting on her ass. She clung to him, swaying back and forth.
We were quiet enough that they didn't even notice us until we were only a few feet away. Then Father raised his head and stiffened, trying to be proper, and gently pulled away from Mother. She kept her arms around his neck and pressed her ample breasts into his body, just as Liam had said she'd done to him. I couldn't help by grin. Mother was smiling and ecstatic that her whole family was together again.
I gave Father a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Mother moved in to embrace me from behind and sandwich me between them. Like Mother, Father was fit and though not especially tall, he still had several inches over Liam and me. I felt the warmth of their bodies as Mother pressed hard against me, smashing me into Father, who laughed at her exuberance.
Mother and I never had our swim, as Father was hungry and we quickly set to making dinner. She had planned a delicious roast and grilled vegetables, and Liam and I were her sous-chefs as Father showered and relaxed before dinner.
Dinner was delicious and lively. Father told us about his time in Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Bangkok, and promised us presents after dinner. Mother chatted away about all that Father had missed in the community during his ten-day absence. She went on and on about what wonderful children Liam and I were, how we looked after her and made sure she didn't get too lonely. At one point, Father regarded me with an odd look, as if searching my face, but then he smiled and thanked us for taking care of Mother.
After dinner, Father gave us our presents (an antique Japanese dagger for Liam and elegant, hand-stitched Thai silk pajamas for me). We settled in to watch an old movie (Mother's favorite family pastime), complete with hot cocoa and popcorn. To any outsider, we'd have looked as dull and complacent as any average family.
To a keen observer, however, telltale signs of Mother's eccentricities abounded. First, Mother insisted I change into my new pajamas before we watched the movie, and that everyone get likewise comfortable. Father resisted, but Mother put her hands on her hips and gave him a look which sent him off to change.
Soon, we assembled, Father and Liam in simple pajamas, Mother in an immodest pink nightgown that was hardly concealed by one of her diaphanous wraps, and me in my new smooth, silk pajamas. Liam did his best not to ogle Mother, but it was impossible not to notice her lush breasts and hourglass figure barely contained in her nightgown. It was so thin and tight that it cupped her breasts and the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible. It was obvious she also wasn't wearing panties.
Mother fluttered about, making sure each to give Liam and me several hugs and kisses before she settled into the couch next to Father. Liam took up his favorite chair and I stretched out like a cat on a bed of pillows before the fireplace.
Next, Mother could not keep her hands to herself throughout the evening. I peeked back regularly to see her caressing kissing Father, even slipping her hands into the folds of his pajama top to rub his chest. He'd laugh and lightly caress her too, playfully admonishing her to watch the movie. Liam was watching them intently. Mother would whisper something in Father's ear while rubbing him, then giggle, and he'd cluck, as if he disapproved, but with a smile on his face.
Over the course of the evening, Mother's nightgown rode up her nearly to her waist, revealing almost all of her beautiful, lush thighs. From my vantage, I could see all the way up her legs to her naked pussy. More than once she caught my eye and gave me a wink while she toyed with Father. Even though Mother had always been openly affectionate with Father, she seemed much more unabashed and giddy than usual. Father seemed a little confused, but he relaxed and let Mother have her fun.
By the time that the movie was over and Mother and Father were flushed and were practically panting. They were clearly eager to head to bed.
"Come give us kisses, my darlings, Daddy's tired and I need to tuck him in!" Mother exclaimed.
I bent to kiss them goodnight. Mother put her hands on either side of my face and held me still for Father to see.
"Isn't she lovely, Richard? Such a beautiful young woman!" Mother said. She planted a wet kiss right on my lips.
"Yes, of course she is," Father said dryly, raising his cheek to accept my kiss. "You're both great kids."
Mother let her hands flutter down my face, neck, and breasts. Her warm hands pressed the flawless silk against my skin, giving me a little shiver of pleasure. I wanted more, but knew it was fleeting. Father didn't seem to notice as she put her arms on either side of my hips, then slid them around back to cup my ass. She kissed me again. "Oh, I could kiss your lovely lips all night, sweetie," she said.
Liam dutifully leaned forward to kiss Father's cheek and said it was good to have him home.
"Give your old mother a hand up from this couch," Mother told him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Liam hauled her up. As they stood, she smashed her body into his, her breasts nearly spilling from her top. She kissed him right on the lips, still holding tight. "Such a strong, young man! See, Richard, they take great care of me when you're gone."
"I see that. We're very lucky to have such great kids," Father said, standing as well.
With that, Mother took him by the hand and led him upstairs. Liam and I exchanged another glance and a shrug. Then I kissed his cheek—quite suddenly, as we'd never kissed goodnight before—and then ran upstairs to my own room. I left the poor boy there alone in the living room, obviously aroused from his encounter with Mother, confused and horny.
It wasn't long before I heard the sounds of love-making emanating from my parents' room. I lay in bed listening for quite some time, letting my fingers glide up and down my pussy lips. I had shucked my pajama bottoms before climbing in bed, knowing that my wet pussy would want attention.
After my encounter with Liam and Mother's tender ministrations, I was worked up and needed relief. I relaxed, gently toying with myself, as I listened to their muffled voices—Mother's voice pleading with urgency, while Father's was calm and low—and then their panting, moaning, rhythm as the bed swayed with their passion. I couldn't make out their words, but the intent, passion, and intensity were unmistakable.
With one hand pinching my nipple, I attended to my pussy lips and clit. I was so wet! I dipped my fingers between my cunt lips and smeared my juices against my clit, using them to lubricate my gyrating fingers.
I thought of Mother and Father and imagined him riding her, fucking her from behind, as I'd seen men ride women in porno movies. My thoughts drifted to Mother and Liam, kissing for hours, entangled and naked, warm and on the verge of fucking. Those fantasies merged into my memory of our bath together, of Liam's fingers along my ass, Mother cupping my head and pulling me forward to suck her nipple as I rode her leg. I conjured a scene of us in the bath, leaning against Mother's heavy breasts as she held me close, while Liam fucked me from behind, just as I imagined Father doing to Mother now.
It wasn't long before my little fingers brought me off to my own orgasm. Like Mother down the hall, I made no effort to be quiet. It was so liberating to pant, moan, and call out as I came by my own hand. Finally, I lay there in the dark, panting, until I dozed off, cupping my own wet cunt in my hands.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to the sounds of my parents' voices. Were they still going at it? Again, I listened for a bit, but this time curiosity overcame me. I snuck down the hall to find that they'd left the door open. I peeked in to see Mother, completely nude, astride Father. Mother was riding him, undulating back and forth, up and down, letting her hair flow forward and back. Father gripped her tits, her neck, shoved a finger into her mouth. She seemed to devour him whole: his cock, his hands, all of his energy.
The light was dim and fell on them with heavy shadows, but I could see their expressions were full of delight and passion. Mother had a sleepy smile on her face as she rode Father, regarding him through half-closed eyes. Father's eyes were shut tight, his mouth agape in a continual moan as Mother's cunt worked up and down and around his cock.
I became so distracted that I didn't see Liam approach. I nearly called out when he leaned close to me to spy on our parents' activities. Luckily, I caught myself and gave him an angry look. It didn't last long, though, when I saw that he'd already pulled his cock from his pajama bottoms. It was lean and hard, full in his hand. He ogled me, wearing only my pajama top, with my hand cupping my cunt.
Together, we watched and played with ourselves. I fingered my wet pussy while he pumped up and down on his cock. I soon lost interest in watching our parents, and instead watched Liam while listening as Mother's cries became more intense and passionate. I lifted my top so that Liam could watch me finger myself, and leaned against the wall for support.
In the bedroom, Mother's cries intensified as she began to urge Father. "Yes, yes, that's it Richard, push up harder, fuck me harder, darling!"
As Mother continued to loudly ride Father, Liam seemed to lose any remnant of shyness. He stepped forward and pressed me against the wall. We kissed hard, shoving our tongues at each other, panting loudly, biting and clawing.
In the bedroom, Mother continued: "My cunny is so wet, darling, so wet for you! Oh, it's been so long since I've hard your long, hard cock!"
"Did you miss it?" Father grunted.
"You know I did, I always do! Nothing can take its place! No one can fuck me like you can, darling! Yes, yes, just like that."
"And your tits, did they miss me too?" Father asked.
"They missed your big, strong, rough hands! Grab them, twist them, slap them!" I heard the sounds of skin slapping as Father obeyed. Mother shrieked with pleasure. She was such a delicate creature except in the midst of her madness. The perversities seemed to bubble up out of her and she growled like an animal. We'd have heard her even if we'd been in our bedrooms, like good little children. Instead, we were attacking each other in the hallway, mere feet away.
