This is the fist story that I have ever written. I apologize in advance for any typos/punctuation problems.
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I'm not really sure how to tell this story. Everything happened so fast and I never imagined that I would find myself in this situation. I guess before I tell you my story, I'll give a description of the 3 people who are involved.
- Me. I'm a 6'2, 180 pound, 18 year old high school senior who plays football, basketball and baseball. I'm a good looking kid who has never had any problems getting attention from girls.
- Dad. 40 years old, 6'5 and a muscular 230 pounds. He runs a successful furniture business and manages the warehouse part of it. The physical part of his job has kept him in as good of shape as myself and he looks better than most of the kids I go to school with. Like me he has dark hair and dark eyes.
- Mom. 36 years old. 5'5 and probably 115 pounds with 32D natural boobs, incredibly toned legs and an amazing ass. She's a stay at home Mom who goes to the gym 7 days a week and is a nutrition/fitness junkie (her cooking and shopping style have helped my Dad and I to be in the shape we are). The best way to describe my Mother would be that she's a knockout. Every high school class has that kid with the really hot Mom. In my class that was me. Her black hair and stunning blue eyes aren't a bad combination either.
My parents never hid their affection for one another. All my life they have been kissing in front of me and my Dad doesn't think twice about groping my Mom at any chance he gets. And who could blame him? If I was with a girl who looked like her, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself either. Most kids would probably be grossed out by seeing their parents constantly mauling each other, but I personally never minded it. They are 2 extremely good looking people who love each other. What's to be grossed out about?
Life was going along as usual. I had just turned 18, was busy with school, sports and my new girlfriend. The first thing that was a little weird happened on the Saturday after my birthday. My alarm went off at 9am and I passed my parent's bedroom on my way to the kitchen. I immediately stopped in front of their door and couldn't believe what I was hearing. The loud moans coming from my parent's bedroom sounding like the over-the-top noises that the actresses make in porn. My Mom was borderline screaming and my Dad sounded like he was pounding the shit out of her. Part of me felt weird standing here and listening to my parents have sex through the door, but the other part was wondering why they were going at it like this? Was it so I could hear them? My parents never hide their affection for one another but they never did anything like this before. I looked at my phone and realized that I would be late for practice if I didn't head out so I reluctantly grabbed my keys, shut the door behind me and tried to get rid of the hard on that I was walking to my car with.
A few hours later I got home from practice and found that only my Dad's car was in the driveway. I walked into the house and found him watching the college pregame with a big bag of chips in his hand.
"Mom's not going to like you eating that."
"Well your nutrition Nazi of a Mother has to accept that some of us like to eat junk food once in a while" he laughed. "Take a sit Son. The game's about to start."
I took a seat but couldn't help myself from feeling uncomfortable. The only thing that was on my mind was what I heard before I left the house earlier, but there was no way I could bring it up without sounding like a pervert.
A few minutes of silence went by before my dad turned to me and said "did you enjoy the show that your Mother put on this morning?"
"What?" I said.
"Did you enjoy the show that your Mother put on this morning? I told her to keep it down but that woman's sexual appetite is out of control."
What the hell was going on here? So not only were my parent's having loud sex on purpose, but my dad was now bringing it up to me?
"I don't know what you're talking about" I said.
"Come on kid" my dad laughed. "You know that your Mother and I go at it a lot but we always tried to keep it quiet with you in the house. But your Mother decided that since you're 18 years old now, we shouldn't have to worry about keeping it under wraps any longer."
So when I was 17 years and 364 days old, my parent's kept it down during sex, but now that I'm 18, they were going to go at it full force? Maybe I was sick but this was starting to get kind of hot. Listening to my Mom (who was a 10) getting pounded by my Dad (who was a stud) on a regular basis might not be that bad.
"Catch the fucking ball" my Dad suddenly yelled. I looked at the TV to see a replay of a wide receiver dropping a wide open pass over the middle of the field. "You would have caught that ball Son" he said throwing his hand into the air.
I couldn't even watch the game with what was going through my head. My mind was spinning a mile a minute. "Where's Mom anyway?" I asked.
"She's grocery shopping" Dad said while grabbing another handful of chips. "I like looking fifteen years younger than I do but man do I miss junk food."
I chuckled as I stared at the TV not at all paying attention to the game. Still in a daze I heard my Dad saying something.
"Did you hear me?" I never got an answer to my question. "What do you think about what you heard this morning?"
"Can I be completely honest Dad?"
"Absolutely Son."
"I thought it was really hot" I said while looking at the TV instead of him. "I know that you two have a pretty active sex life but hearing you guys was completely different. It kind of turned me on".
"Interesting" my Dad said with a grin on his face. "Is that how it sounds when you and your Girlfriend go at it?"
"Not quite" I said laughing. "She said that she's not ready for that yet". My Girlfriend had given me a few mediocre blowjobs but we never got past that point. She told me that she wasn't ready and while it frustrated me, I guess I understood it. My balls weren't as understanding as I was though.
"We might have to do something about that" Dad said with another grin on his face.
"What?" I said confused.
He looked at me and then said "Your mom's home. Let's help her unload the car". We both stood up and walked out to the garage as I tried to understand what he had just told me. I told him that my Girlfriend and I weren't having sex and he said that we might have to do something about that? He couldn't possibly mean what I thought he did but what else could he have been saying? My thought was cut off when he put a giant bag of 50 skinless chicken breasts in my arms. "Take a guess what's for dinner?" he chuckled as I carried it into the house.
Dinner went by like normal. This was now the second time that my parents did or talked about something sexual in front of me, and then carried on like nothing happened. In typical fashion, my Mom wasn't dressed up but still looked amazing. Her long, black hair was now in a ponytail. Her bright, blue eyes and her flawless skin could make any man weak in the knees. If that wasn't bad enough, now she was wearing a white tank top and little, black workout shorts that had me eating my dinner with a raging hard on.
