My name is Dex. It's short for Dexter and I never tell anyone that and no one in my family uses the full name unless it's Mom and she's pissed at me. The name was passed down to me after my grandfather, Dexter, died a month before I was born. I am nineteen, almost twenty and will be starting my sophomore year in college, next fall. It's summer break and I'm home with my parents and twin sisters. My dad, Jarod, is forty-five and is a successful business man. He is a good father and has always spent a great deal of his time with us three kids. He had been in middle management until recently. He just got a promotion which he almost declined to accept because it would mean he would be traveling more frequently. He and mom decided together that he should take it because us kids were grown and getting ready to leave the roost anyway. Mom didn't seem to consider the time he would be away from her. I guess the bump in salary was more important. None of us kids were consulted.
My mom, Madelyn, or Maddy for short, is forty-two. She started working in the same company as Dad when she graduated from high school, and that's where they met. Dad was twenty-five and Mom was twenty-two when they married and I was born a year later. Mom took her three-month maternity leave and never returned to the work-force. My twin sisters, June and Julie, were born a year later during the final minutes of June and the initial minutes of July. We had always celebrated their birthdays on the dates on their birth certificate instead of the same day like most twins. June and Julie theorized that they got more presents that way.
Mom is stunningly attractive for her age. She is tall with all the curves in the right places. Her tummy is taut and flat on a slender waist. She's proud of her ability to eliminate the baby pooch, especially after the birth of the twins. Her hips flare smoothly from a narrow waist to firm thighs. She has broad shoulders and her breasts are large for her overall slender body and her ever visible cleavage is ample and sits particularly high on her chest. She has auburn hair with natural vertical curls that she wears below her shoulders. She is always trying to eliminate the curls, but I think they're sexy. Her big eyes are emerald green. She has high cheek bones and puffy lips. She turns every man's head when she walks by and she knows it. Ever since the hormones began churning through my body, I've noticed too. I've routinely jerked off imagining what Mom looked like naked. I never got a chance to find out until recently.
June and Julie are identical twins but I can tell them apart even from a distance. They both have long blonde hair, like Dad had when he was young. They have the vertical curls like Mom and they do everything they can to enhance them. Their facial features are more Mom's than Dad's, which Dad is always thanking God for. I look more like Dad than Mom.
The twins are nearly as tall as Mom. They have gorgeous, long legged bodies which gives me even more jerk-off material. Their breasts sit high on their chests like Moms but they are smaller. They look incredible on their more slender, athletic bodies. They often catch me staring at them and then tease me about it. I am always embarrassed and turn red-faced to their delight and they tease me even more.
I had a growth spurt in recent years and am now well over six feet tall. I'm kind of uncoordinated, probably caused by the growth spurt; so, I started working out in the weight room at school. I catch the twins looking at my ripped body now and giggling between themselves and I'm embarrassed all over again imagining what they are laughing at.
We live in a nice house in a ritzy neighborhood. It's not a mansion or anything close. The master bedroom with ensuite bathroom is on the first-floor. Three fairly large bedrooms are on the second-floor. None of them have its own bathroom. The lone, large bathroom on the second-floor is half-way down the hall, on the front of the house, abutting my bedroom at the end of the hall and Dad's office at the top of the stairs. Mom and Dad's bedroom is across the hall from the bathroom with large windows looking into the backyard. The twins have the ensuite master bedroom on the first-floor.
I've only been home a couple days and I have not slept well. I guess it's the 'new' bed and pillow and I had tossed and turned for almost two hours trying to get comfortable. It was dark and perfectly quiet as I laid on my side facing the open bedroom door punching my pillow into a new form when the hall light came on. From my position, I could see all the way down the hall to the stairway leading to the first floor. I squinted my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light. Nothing more happened for a few moments and I lifted my head to see better. Then it happened.
I heard my parent's bedroom door knob turn and Mom stepped slowly into the hallway. She was completely naked; my dreams had come true. I figured that she was heading across the hall to the bathroom but she just stood there with a confused and dazed look on her face. She turned her head to look down the hall to my room and I dropped my head back to my pillow so she wouldn't see me looking at her. Her eyes were open but they seemed vacant like she was in a trance or something.
I dropped my eyes from her face to examine her amazing body. I figured that I would never get another chance and I wanted to remember every square inch of her. It was more spectacular than I had imagined. Her full breasts sat high on her chest and had only a slight sag. Her nipples were erect and I realized that I was licking my lips. My dick was as hard as a steel rod and my hand was already stroking it from tip to balls under the covers.
Mom just stood there like a statue. I hated to pull my eyes from her breasts but I didn't expect that she would be standing there like that for long, so I pulled my eyes down over her flat stomach, past her navel to her crotch. Her pubic hair was dark and neatly trimmed. I was familiar with the female anatomy from previous girlfriends and I could clearly see her puckered outer labia. I increased the pace with my hand and risked being seen as I reached for a wad of tissues from the box on my night table. I was getting close.
Just as I pulled the tissues under the covers, Mom turned and took several unsteady steps toward my room and stopped in my doorway. Her eyes were still open but seemed unseeing. Her form was backlit by the hallway light behind her silhouetting the curves of her torso to her waist to her hips and legs. Her right hand moved to her crotch. I couldn't actually see it in the dark, but the movement of her arm in the backlight indicated that she was masturbating. I stopped moving and pretended that I was asleep, just in case. My rigid cock pulsed harder in my grip as I watched her arm moving through half-closed eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was sure that she could hear it. That's all I could hear.
Mom moaned and rocked her hips forward as the movement of her hand in her sex increased. After a couple minutes, she gasped hard and her head snapped back on her neck as her knees buckled slightly. She muttered softly, "Oh my God. Yes." After she settled down, she pulled her hand up to her face. Again, the backlighting of the hall light prevented me from seeing but I could clearly hear her sucking on her fingers. I gripped my raging cock harder trying to stave off my ejaculation. Then I lost the battle and softly emitted a strangled groan as I jammed the tissues onto the end of my cock and cum exploded from my erection. I silently prayed that Mom had not heard my groan.
