The women of my family are all oversexed. I knew this from a young age. My mother wore my father out frequently, and by the time we were teenagers, made no pretense about why dad needed a nap in the middle of the afternoon all the time on weekends. But having an insatiable appetite for your spouse is not that big a deal. My aunt Liz, on the other hand, was a total slut. No one spoke about it too openly, but we all knew. I was maybe 12 when my older brother told me that our other uncles had all slept with her, and only 16 when my brother joined that not so exclusive club.
Like I said, my mother was different than her sister. Or so I'd always thought.
Until the day I found the tape in the VCR.
I was home alone, so I decided to do what any 20 year old boy would do and watch some porn. My father had a nice collection he didn't think I knew about in his closet. I grabbed a random tape, unlabeled, and popped it in.
Half of dad's collection was laughably bad. It was always hit or miss. He didn't seem to be very discriminating in that regard. So I wasn't sure what to expect, but I certainly didn't expect a home made video.
I jumped up immediately and snatched the remote. But while my fingers reached for the stop button, a perverse curiosity told me to leave it on. I don't know why seeing my dad slipping my mother's clothes off didn't scar me. It wasn't even arousing. Or so I told myself. It was just...like watching a train wreck. How do you look away?
Mom, predictably, was incredibly aggressive. She ripped my father's belt off and grabbed his long thin cock out, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I always kept the volume down low just in case, but this time I decided to turn it up just enough to hear my father telling my mom what an animal she was.
She shook her black hair over her shoulder and wet her puffy lips. Stroking my father with one hand, she teased her nipples with the other...which drew my attention to the fact that my mother was incredibly well endowed. Her round, creamy white breasts hung about level with her elbows, but they still looked fairly firm.
I wasn't getting aroused by watching my mother give my father a better blow job than I usually saw in any of dad's porns. I wasn't. That wouldn't be right.
But by the time dad was pistoning in and out of mom from behind, the impact sending hypnotic ripples across her soft, wide ass, I knew I was lying to myself.
I stroked away with reckless abandon before long.
So reckless, in fact, I didn't hear the backdoor open, or the footsteps coming towards the living room.
My sister stood in the doorway, a goofy grin on her face, and laughed.
I froze for an instant, then rapidly put my rapidly deflating member away.
"Geez, you haven't learned to keep that to your bedroom yet?" she asked, stepping into the room. My sister, born 2 years after me but not "younger", to hear Ms. Maturity tell it, never passed up an opportunity to make me feel like a pubescent 14 year old. Sarah had tons of romantic experience, whereas I had none, and she couldn't be prouder of it.
I didn't say anything. I just watched, too dismayed to think to turn the tape off, as she stepped past the TV and looked at it. "One of dad's better picks at least?" she asked. Or started to. The rest never really came out.
"You gotta be shitting me," she said.
Still I remained silent. I wasn't noticing the tightness of my sister's jeans, how firm her ass was underneath, a complete contrast to my mother's. I was never a fan of the tight, firm body type that made Sarah so popular--and contributed to my stunted romantic development. I never really paid attention to that type of girl. But I guess I was just then.
"You're beating off to this?" she said, planting her hands on her narrow hips. Then she realized where my eyes were. "Oh man, you are something."
"So turn it off," I said. I wasn't a stupid guy most of the time. Except when mocking my sex life--to which I had no retorts--I usually outwitted Sarah. But my brain just wasn't working right then.
But, to my surprise, she didn't say anything. In fact, she stepped away from the TV and watched it with a curious expression on her face.
"He's no match for her. Must run in the family," Sarah observed. Mind you, she was gearing up to put Aunt Liz's reputation to shame. Half of my friends had slept with her, and the only reason the other half hadn't was because they'd had enough respect for me to turn her down.
Again, I said nothing.
Sarah cocked her head, as if the new angle granted some real insight to our parent's compatibility. "Mom knows what she's doing, all right."
I swallowed awkwardly. "Glad you approve."
She gave me that you're just a little worm, don't talk to me look only sisters can give.
"Dad's lucky to have her," she said.
"Yeah, guess so," I said, dividing my attention between the fair skinned voluptuous sex machine on the screen and the lean, rowdy one standing a few feet away from me. Her breasts were small--she wasn't flat-chested, none of the women in my family were, but compared to my mother, it was hard to think of any other word but small. But she was really pretty, maybe almost as much as she thought. And her ass was definitely nice.
"It's a wonder she's satisfied with him," I said, hoping to sound like I knew something.
Sarah only snorted.
The screen went black for a minute or two and a new scene started up. An old one, judging by how much younger and thinner my mother was. She took her top off and cupped her breasts as she got to her knees. Her eyes didn't hold lustful hunger here, but...nervousness?
"Go on, sis," I heard Aunt Liz's voice. "Don't leave them hanging."
Mom forced a giggle as two men appeared on either side of the screen, presenting their erect tools. The screen was focused too low to see their heads, but something told me neither man was my father.
"Oh my god," I said.
"What--did you really think mom had no life before dad?" Sarah said. She plopped down on the couch beside me and crossed her legs.
