Mum sat on the edge of the sofa looking up at us, eagerly waiting to find out what the next step would be in this evening's extraordinary activities.
Mum's legs were bent at the knee, spread in a v-shape, arms were stuck out at her sides, hands planted at the top of her hips, the pose served to straighten up her posture and made her considerable chest strain against the material of the fishnet bodystocking. I was half tempted to pick up my camera again but that time had passed. Dad broke the tension that was mounting between the three of us in the sexually charged atmosphere.
"Well, I think I could do with another drink after all that. How about you get us a couple of beers Steve, and I'm sure your mother would love another big glass of wine."
"Chris, I don't think you really need to give me another drink to loosen my inhibitions, but a glass of white would be great, thanks Steve."
I hurried off to the kitchen and got the drinks, pausing briefly when I opened the fridge to cool off and gather my thoughts. After Mum's exploits and what she had said, there was surely only one way that this evening would continue, and that was by getting more physical.
Returning to the lounge area Dad took one of the beer bottles from me and I handed Mum her white wine. We all clinked our glasses together, to what we were toasting I wasn't exactly sure, though it was fair to say that tonight was a memorable one for the family. We took a big swig of our drinks and then my father and I returned to admiring my mother in her sexy bodystocking.
"So..." she looked up at us with a smile.
"I can't help but notice that your shorts are looking a bit tight. That can't possibly be comfortable."
Mum placed her glass of wine out of the way on the floor. Reaching up to us both at the same time she rested her fingertips on the waistbands of our shorts. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to.
I took a deep breath and pulled off my t-shirt before hooking my thumbs into the side of my shorts, and with a quick glance towards Dad to check it was okay I began to slide them down my legs. Mum's hands fell back down to her thighs, she couldn't take her eyes off my crotch as more of my body came into view. It was my turn to do the teasing, and I'd seen more than enough porn to know how to reveal my dick to my eager mother.
"Well, someone likes to keep their garden tidy." Mum laughed as my well-trimmed bush appeared.
She inhaled sharply and bit her lip as the root of my penis was revealed. I paused.
"Are you sure about this, Mum?"
"Yes Steve, I want to see it."
With her confirmation I resumed the slow and deliberate lowering of my shorts. From the corner of my eye I noticed Dad had already dropped his shorts to the floor and was now naked, Mum hadn't even noticed, remaining transfixed by the hard and veiny shaft as I inched the fabric down. With almost the full length on display I held the waistband against the head of my cock.
"Steve, show me your cock." She bounced on the sofa as she blurted out the words with all the excited exasperation of a child at Christmas waiting for a present.
I yanked the waistband and my shorts dropped to the floor, my penis springing up after being released from the band of the shorts, then waving around before coming to rest. She gasped as the shiny, pre-cum coated head pointed directly towards my mother's blushing face. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide as she gawped at my nude body.
She turned to Dad and did a double take when she realised he was naked, nervously laughing as her eyes darted between the two pricks that were bobbing around just a couple of feet from her. With a smile her hands raised up again, she cupped our balls simultaneously in her palms and began to massage them with her fingers. I flinched and let out a small moan when she touched me.
She leaned in close to my crotch and surveyed my rock hard cock. Her lips were just inches away from it's engorged head.
"Steve, I usually say that you take after your father, but in at least one department you two are very different."
"You see, your Dad has a lot of length, he can get really deep..."
I looked over at him and she emphasised the point by placing the length of her hand under his penis as if I couldn't tell just by looking.
"Whereas you... " She paused looked up at me, our eyes meeting for the first time since I'd stripped and she laid a hand upon me.
"... you're good and thick. It's almost as wide as my wrist."
Her hand moved away from my balls and firmly grabbed the base of my cock. She looked over at Dad and grinned as she slowly began to stroke my cock.
"Fuuuuuuck, Mum." I breathily whispered as her hand worked its way up and down my length.
"Now let's be clear Steve, I love your Dad's cock." She continued to look up at him.
"But he's the only man I've ever been with, you know? I would be lying if I said I haven't wondered what it would be like to try something different. Something thicker. Something to fill me up. Something younger."
I moaned again, louder this time, my mother's touch having the expected reaction from her virgin son. She had begun tugging away at Dad as well, with much more vigour than the tender strokes my dick was receiving. Her wanking caused her voice to tremble and her tits to shake as she continued.
"I'm sure that your Dad would love to see me with another man, Steve. No wonder he gave me cash and sent me into that lingerie shop in town, I didn't know he'd planned for you to get the benefit from me buying those outfits as well."
Dad smiled and laughed. "Well I didn't think this would happen, but they were worth every penny."
"Is that what you want Chris? Do you want to see me with another man? Do you want to see me with your son?"
