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How I caught my parents being naughty
And so it has all started when we were young
I like being alone. I like working alone. I like living on my own and I would never trade my freedom for the comfort of a married life.
Or so I used to think.
I still think there are advantages to a bachelor, carefree and independent existence. Why bother with a family at all? Well, there might be several good reasons for that.
My mother, for instance. My buxom, overweight and over-worried bundle of anxiety and overprotection, of sensuous, exuberant presence, sexiness, despite her post-menopausal age. Expectations of the surroundings. Of friends who disappear as swiftly as they appear. Sometimes I think friends don’t leave - they mutate. They may get different names, but their role, their function, their purpose, that remains the same.
My two sisters. Nancy, the tall, sexy brunette with the infinite legs and the amazing boobs, and her younger, chubbier, hairier and definitely shorter sister, Annette..
My dad, Joe. The intellectual introvert, who can convince anybody with just a few witty remarks.
And then my fiance, Maureen. Or rather, ex-fiance.
They all plot against me. They all believe matrimony is my destiny.
So, here I am and this is my story. I will keep this introduction short, because it is not really a part of the story, just a background. Born 29 years ago on a farm just off Omaha, Nebraska, served in the army, went to college, then hopped on the first plane to Wall Street. I work as a consultant and a broker, and make shitloads of money. I will never have the time nor the motivation to spend even a tiny fraction of what I make. That all comes at a cost, as I work my ass off from dawn to dusk hacking at my laptop, buying, selling, advising. This is a very nice living. I love what I do, and I don’t like being distracted.
Despite that, I do Skype my parents three times a week. My dad utters a greeting or two, but it is mainly a dialog between me and Mom. Or more like a monologue.
For example:
“Hi Guy, I miss you so much! I was just talking to dad about you. How are you? Tell me something.”
“I’m OK mom, I work, you know.”
“Of course you do, sure! I know! But you don’t have time to meet a nice country girl and start raising a family. I know, I know, you feel you are too young. Just work, work, work and no responsibility. And no fun.” So, this goes on for about 30 minutes, where my contribution to the dialog remains the necessary minimal. And then it ends like, “If you were here, I would smother you with kisses and hug you until you gasp for air.”
And I can testify she can.
Let me tell you something about my mother, Sara. She is 61 years old, still very pretty and probably because of her overweight does not have many wrinkles. Her hair is almost black, only graying a little at the temples, but you really need to pull her luscious hair aside to be able to witness any grayness. She is tall, for a woman, and has a substantial mass stacked in her bra and in her panties. I guess she is some 40 pounds overweight, but who cares? She has the right curves and men still turn their heads when she wiggles her bottom as she strolls on her high heel shoes. My mother is the granny centerfold older men wet-dream about. Younger men as well.
Now, if mom is slightly overweight, dad, Joe, is simply obese. Despite his unattractive exterior, Dad has always been a womanizer, and is most likely the cause of most of their quarrels. I know that he desires other women, and that mom desires other men, and that sometimes they succumb to their desires, a situation resulting in a nice fight followed by a nice fuck. How do I know?
I’ve seen it with my own eyes!
Now, not everyone has had the chance to witness his parents at it, and I guess I was one of the lucky few. The scene I am about to describe to you still dominates most of my sexual fantasies, when I am with other women or when I am alone, pleasing myself manually, like all boys do, I conjure images based on this particular past experience. And although this has happened only once, it is has changed the way I look at relationships, what I find erotic and titillating, and what I like being done to me.
When I witnessed my parents doing it.
Actually, I was simply too young then to have enjoyed the experience profoundly, as an adult. I think I was no more than ten years old at the time. My older sister Nancy was about 12 at the time. If I were certain about my own age, I could have verified this easily.
Anyhow, it was a two week summer vacation, and as usual, my parents booked an apartment in Santa Barbara, together with another couple from town, a c***dless older couple. The other couple were about 10 years older than my parents. They were usually at the beach or playing cards, and we saw very little of them, except on that specific day!
On that specific day, about a week after having arrived, I decided to get some cold drink, because it was a very hot day. I took Nancy with me and headed to the apartment. There was always a family size bottle of Coke ready in the fridge. As soon as we entered, we saw our dad Joe, ferociously kissing Barbara, the old, skinny lady. This wasn’t an innocent kiss either, and we were old enough to realize that, so we knew it was naughty.
Dad had his hand deep in Barbara’s pink brassiere and he was definitely enjoying stroking her small boob. His other hand was buried in her blue panties, which showed under her light wide skirt. He was really cupping her scrawny buttock. She, Barbara, was certainly enjoying the experience just as well, since her hand was very busy pulling on dad’s bulging manhood. We could only see the giant tent, because his member lay still in his khaki bermudas. Both were panting and gasping heavily while they kissed.
I wondered why would dad bother with this older woman: She was obviously less attractive, less pretty, clearly older and skinnier than mom. But then, it wasn’t the first time I have seen dad kissing a woman other than my mother! This has been a constant cause of friction between my parents. As the kissing couple moved towards Barbara’s bedroom, I realized that we are going to get caught peeping very, very soon. We were down on the floor behind a shallow couch, but we were too big to be concealed indefinitely.
Luckily, help arrived from an unexpected direction: My mom Sara had entered, so the attention has been diverted. For the time being.
Here followed a heated fight, from which the weeping Barbara had narrowly escaped, chased by an endless flood of juicy curses, in several languages, and accompanied with hand gestures that left nothing for the imagination. Both mom and dad started talking simultaneously, a dialog consisting mainly of apologetic “I’m so sorry” from dad’s corner, and hostile “I’m gonna kill you” from the opposite corner. Meanwhile me and Nancy were still squatting behind the sofa, trying to avoid attention. Mom and dad were totally oblivious to our existence, and kept screaming obscenities at each other, their faces almost touching and their hands flying all around.
I don’t really remember everything but I will try to recall.
“Why, why are you doing this?!! It’s disgusting! With an old woman!”
“I’m so sorry, she tempted me…”
“That old witch? Are you mad? Don’t you get enough from me?”
“Yes, no, not everything.”
“Not everything? For God’s sake, you fucked me twice last night! Twice!”
“This is different.”
“How is this different?”
“Well,” he hesitated, “She does more than just fuck.”
“That old bitch! I hate her! No, I hate you! Tell me, what does she do that I can’t?”
He hesitated again. “She lets me... enter her from behind.”
“I do too! I let you enter me from behind! You adore my ass.”
“You do, but she lets me in the other hole.”
“In the other hole???!! Pervert! And She??? How can she… I mean, it is big.”
“I’m telling you the truth! She is very, very tight and hot and she craves it. When I push it she heaves back to receive even more. She wants it all the way in. All the way.”
“Oh please, shut the fuck up! Don’t wanna hear anything about Barbara’s butt hole, disgusting.”
“It’s true. Adrian can’t get hard enough and I can. I pierce her butt hole and he can’t. Oh, just the thought of that makes me hard! See? Not any man our age can fuck ass.”
My mom giggled as dad revealed his tumescent member. He pulled it out with a noisy flop. I almost gasped. It was long, thick, hairy, veiny, red and unimaginably stiff. It bounced up to his bulging exposed belly and down to his giant, hairy and moist ball sack. The head, which was as thick as my fist, bounced past his belly button splattering a large, transparent drop on the hairy belly. Mom did gasp. And did grasp. She grasped using both hands, pulled toward her and kissed dad on the lips. She had to stretch up on her toes to reach him. She held his neck in one hand, kissed him ferociously and pulled on his hardon with the other. Dad picked her up like a baby, tore off her beach robe, and removed her bikini bottom with one, single swish. He then threw her on the couch and mounted her promptly. His fat, muscular ass heaved up and down, forcing the giant cock into her plump and wet vagina. He fucked her slowly and forcefully, thrusting and grunting with each heave. Like a bull. He pulled out slowly, then recoiled back in with a loud thud. Mom’s groans sounded deep from the bottom of her throat and were very clearly audible, even though her face was stuck deeply in dad’s fat and hairy chest.
And we two were crouching just a few steps away. We saw everything to the tiniest detail. Everything!
We even saw the base of the cunt starting to foam around the cock. The foam gradually became thicker and whiter as they fucked, and started dripping down to her brown, fuzzy asshole, covering it with frothy, white stickiness.
The smell was beyond description. Funky, sweaty, sweet and profoundly pungent.
Nancy’s face was as red as a ripe tomato. She looked at me in deep shame and embarrassment, as if I were judging her excitement. I wasn’t. Despite my young age, I was equally excited. Not only from the nudity and the act, but especially from the dirty words.
Cunt. Ass. Cock. Balls. Butt. Anus.
“Fuck me hard, you pervert. Shove your stinking cock in my hungry vagina, you fucker.” Called my mother. My own mother. She never talked like that in front of us. Never. I barely recognized the words. These were naughty words we used to cuss one another. I think I was just as red as Nancy. Redder even.
Meanwhile she held pop’s fat hairy butt with two hands, trying to force him even deeper into her gooey snatch. That’s when it happened. Her finger searched his hairy ass crack and forced itself inside. Ah, arghh, croaked my father. His butt undulated rapidly and he let out a shriek. He pierced her with his cock, his balls contracting, the muscles in his buttocks squeezed and relaxed rhythmically, as thick sperm spilled out of mom’s swollen cunt and formed a substantial puddle on the sofa’s upholstery. Consequently dad collapsed his 240 pound limp body on mom’s squashing her completely under his hefty torso. His breath recovered gradually and he went limp.
“Joe, Joe, Get off! Now! The k**s may come. Let’s go to the bedroom and lock up.”
Instead, dad jumped off and ran to the front door, locking it and preventing anybody from coming in. His cock was now limp, long, thick, moist and large drops spilled off the heavy head. It was swaying back and forth and to the sides as he hopped across the room. Nobody could now get in.
Nor out.
And we were still hiding behind the sofa, almost visible.
“No,” said mom. “We got to go to the bedroom. Now.”
I wondered why she wanted to go to the bedroom directly after having fucked. A question mark popped in my eyes. I saw the astonishment in Nancy’s eyes as well, as dad moved to their bedroom and mom got up and disappeared in the bathroom, probably washing and wiping her spermatized vagina. Leaving the door open, dad entered the bedroom, fell face down on the bed, and immediately started snoring. That’s when Nancy pulled me forcefully from under the bed. I thought she was about to push me outside and make our escape to the beach, but instead, using all her strength, she dragged me all the way into the bedroom and pushed me under the table. There was a small table next to the twin bed, covered with a red and white tablecloth, whose corners nearly swept the tiled floor. Dad was already asleep when mom entered, totally nude, displaying her beautiful voluptuous figure. We heard her unlocking the front door before she entered. Then she locked the bedroom door and we got trapped.
She jumped on the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread and her hand stuck in her cunt where three of her fingers served her chink, disappearing and reappearing again out of the dark cavity.
Now, now, now. We were quite at loss. What the heck was mom doing? I couldn’t get it, so I looked at Nancy questioningly and she smiled back. Her bashful smile and her lips moved: “They all do it. It’s fun.” I didn’t understand but kept quiet, watching. Mom’s cunt was very hairy indeed. The thick fur covered her triangle nearly up to her bellybutton. Below, the hair covered a wide area between her chunky thighs, her whole butt crack was covered as well and even some of the ass cheeks area. Down there she was hairier than dad. Also her armpits were fully covered with the dense, black fur. Suddenly her face twitched, she let out a long sigh, her thick thighs clamped her hand in the juicy cunt and shuddered. Her toes curled together and spasmed as she came. Of course, I couldn’t have understood what she was doing, but Nancy was totally red. Her fingers began pinching her bathing-suit covered nipples and her lovely lips pressed together. She was obviously more informed about the pleasurable experience on the bed. Her finger went to her lips in a gesture to keep silent. She looked at my bathing-suit, searching, trying to see my small erection. It was evident. I didn’t dare touch it, let alone release it from its latex confinement.
Then mom started again. This time, she turned around, her giant ass spread towards us and her hand between the legs, agitating. This time it took only a few seconds, her ass started pushing itself rhythmically unto her hand, forcing it ever deeper into the climaxing cunt. Right after her second climax she repeated the exercise again, now more leisurely, enjoying every moment. It took her some more time to reach another climax. Perhaps two minutes went by. I stared directly at my mother’s bare behind, clearly seeing the powerful contractions, the dimples in her beautiful ass, the finest skin and the voluptuous figure. There was fat everywhere. Nancy was still pinching her nipples tenderly. She had quite a nice pair of boobs for her age. I could not see the nipples but I wished I could. The temptation to pull my prick was almost irresistible. Like all boys I have often experimented with masturbation. No orgasms, mind you, but vigorous manipulation was always a constant source of clandestine pleasure. Suddenly, mom slapped dad’s buttocks forcefully.
“Get up pervert! You had your fun and left me hanging.” She slapped him again, and again, harder and harder. Instead of getting angry he turned to her and said: “Don’t be angry my pet. You are the best fuck in the world. Your cunt is like slimy silk.”
“So kiss it.”
"The best in the world. Believe me, I've had a few."
"Kiss it."
"Did you wash it?"
"Yes."
"How come it's still slimy?"
"Kiss it, you pervert. You'll like it."
Her hips started undulating wildly and she held his head forcefully down to her twat. Dad was bald, but he had plenty of hair on the edges, enough to pull and force down. She kept talking while holding his head in place. Loud munching sounds and ecstasy cries filled the small room. Dad was kneeling on the ground, mom's legs on his shoulders, his big balls swaying between his powerful thighs, the crack of his ass pouring sweat down his legs and his now swelling pecker bumping against the bed covers.
She kept talking to him. "Yes, Joe, right there, yes kiss, suck, pull it between your teeth, press it to your tongue, yes, kiss, tenderly, apply some suction, not much! Put your thick fingers up, two, yes, suck, suck, suck, gently, haaa haaa haaaa --".
Dad complied, his semi hard cock now banging the pendent bed cover, his left arm on mom's generous belly, the right one pushing two fingers in the squishy receptacle. We stopped counting how many climaxes mom has had. The clock on the counter told us that they have been at it at least 40 minutes since they left the guest room.
Then there was a knock on the door and Annette, my younger sister, stepped in. She was then 8 years old, completely innocent. I don't believe she understood what the naked and sweating parents were doing on the bed in the early afternoon, and neither did she care. She just said, "Mom, I need some money to buy ice cream for me and Irene. Hurry, she is waiting downstairs. Mom gave her money, but before she had left, Annette saw us under the table, just briefly. She said "Hi" and left. Luckily, mom understood that as a "Bye" rather than a "Hi"!
But then, they went on, no longer worrying about being interrupted, mom said, “Fine, it is hard enough, you can mount me. I need a real fuck now.” So dad pulled his hefty figure up between her legs, and with the help of her hands pushed his weaker erection into her. “Keep it in, I will make it stiff”, she said. Again, her hands cupped his fleshy buttocks and her fingers explored his sweaty crack.
“You like that, don’t you, you pervert.”
“Yes, it makes me stiff.”
“It makes you think about this slut, Barbara, and her brown asshole.”
“Pink.”
“Yes, think about her pink stink hole. Do you want to fuck it?”
“Yes, but I wanna fuck yours too.”
“Perhaps later. I don’t like it in the ass like you do.”
“Many men like it.”
“Think about her old butt and fuck me hard. Harder. Do you fuck her in her cunt too?”
“Sometimes, but she doesn’t like it.”
“Do you suck her cunt? Like you stimulate mine?”
“Hardly. She likes her anus stimulated.”
“Do you lick her anus?”
There came no answer, so mom pushed her fingers deeper in his ass and wiggled them vigorously. “Well, do you, you pervert?”
“Yes,” he admitted. He was shoving now in earnest.
“I’m going to squirt again,” he warned.
“No you don’t, not yet”. She pulled her hand out and pushed him off. His cock was back to its usual glorious extended state, totally stiff like an iron rod. She pushed him on his back and saddled him in reverse, so that her backside was reversed to him, her cunt bobbing up and down on the thick prick and her enormous tits wobbling clearly in front of our eyes. Even then, 20 years ago, she had a super giant pair of delicious, white mammaries, adorned with reddish brown nipples that stuck out like thick brown crayons.
“Hit me, hit me on the buttocks.” She demanded. He spanked her a few times. That must have stung because mom’s pretty face winced each time the large hand landed on her quivering flesh. She didn’t cry out and despite the pain she kept fucking. It took her now considerable more time to reach her climax. I don’t think dad minded. Neither did we. My small cock started to hurt and I moved hither and thither with growing discomfort. Nancy just kept pulling on her budding nipples which now almost stuck out of her bathing suit top. Her face was flushed red. The parents, now both satisfied, kept fucking and talking. The fucking was now slower and smoother, with long, slippery strokes and soft sighs.
“Do you like my ass?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Is it better than Barbara’s?”
“Yes, it is much more beautiful.”
“Is my cunt better than hers?”
“Oh, much better. I fucked her cunt only once. She doesn’t like being fucked in the cunt.”
“Why not?”
“It triggers her orgasm.”
“So? Doesn’t she like to orgasm?”
“Sure, but not like you. She does it only once and when she comes she shouts and faints. It is a shuddering climax. I stimulate her anus with my fingers and then fuck her anus for a long time.”
“How long?”
“Three or four sessions of 10 minutes each. Very, very long time.”
“I would like to see her fucking you. Why do you like fucking in the ass?”
“It’s a major turn on.”
“More than cunt?”
“Maybe. No. I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Would you fuck her in front of me?”
“Sure, but… I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am mad at you. You are an untrustworthy pervert sonofabitch.”
“But…”
“But I still would like to see you fuck her in the ass. I think I know what excites you so much.”
“What?”
“You think about your own ass being fucked.”
“That’s not fair. You know I only did it once, with… with… him and you.”
“But you liked it in the ass.” There was a silence.
“You can finger my asshole if you want.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Just one finger and wet it first. It’s tender.”
Then she turned around facing him and letting him finger her butthole.
“You think she would like to fuck with us?”
“Maybe.”
“She is old.”
“Yes.”
“I will finger her cunt while you fuck her ass.”
“No, that will make her come. She likes the buildup, you know.”
Then, mom came for the last time. With a long sigh, that seemed to have escaped her bowels, she heaved and sank deeply, pressing her pudenda into dad’s using agitated staccato movements of her hips. The dimples in her ass contracted once, twice, thrice, and she collapsed on him. His finger was still wiggling up her ass and his long and thick prick was wholly embedded in her pretty snatch. They rested. The clock showed 16:10. Sweat dribbled from mom’s fat ass into the fur in her wide ass crack and got absorbed.
“It’s my turn.” Called dad. “I want your mouth.” Not expecting her consent he pushed her off, lifted her heavy body like a small rag in the air unto her knees, stood before her and introduced his beefy member between her luscious, red lips. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he started pumping gently: In and out, in and out, into mom’s red face. From where we stood, we saw his fat bum and her hand massaging the big balls between his fat thighs. We also saw a part of her face, but not clearly.
“Push, push your fingers inside, like I like it, deep.” She mumbled something incoherent.
“Yes, yes, fuck my ass. I will show you how I fuck the old ass tomorrow. If you kiss her on the mouth.” More mumbling came as dad started to increase his fucking tempo. Mom began grunting in the earnest, to complement his grunting and as a reaction to the lively mouth fucking. “You would kiss her mouth as I fuck her behind in the stink hole. Aaarh…” He took out his giant cock, rubbed it vigorously with his stocky hand, only for a few seconds, stuck it back in the slimy mouth of our mother and shoved violently deep. We knew now pretty well what has happened. As mom stood up we suddenly had a full view of her sperm filled mouth. It poured out of it in a thin, slimey trickle onto her big belly, and further down, until it disappeared into the wiry bush below.
THEN….
Then she saw us. We all screamed simultaneously.
“You… you… what are you doing here spying on us! Sex is private! How long have you been watching?” Dad was very upset and our fat and naked mom soon disappeared into the adjacent bathroom. Dad continued yelling at us.
“You must never do that again! Watch you parents make love! How disgraceful! Did you masturbate? How could you!!! You heard everything we had said!! You should be ashamed of yourselves!” Then he talked to me, totally distressed. “Did you pull on your penis? You! You are just a baby! Did you? Did you??”
“No, I just watched.” I was unable to conceal my tiny erection.
“Did you??” He shouted at Nancy.
“No, I just watched. I … I… didn’t touch my weewee.” Nancy started crying and ran to mom who was hiding in the bathroom.
“Stop it, stop harassing the k**s. They couldn’t help it. What would you have done? Would you have done otherwise? They are only k**s.” Mom was dressing up quickly. As she talked. I knew dad was upset because of the relations he has had with other women, and a man….
So what happened next?
We were sorry, but we weren't. Mom and dad were forgiving, but this incident remained in our collective memory. Mom and dad stopped being secretive about their desires, their eroticism, their affection and their natural horniness. Even in front of our younger sister, Inbal, they freely expressed affection, cuddled and kissed. We all got used to it. Having witnessed my mom and dad having explicit sex at so an early age had an effect I could not deny on me. Was I attracted to my mother? That was obvious, yet forbidden. Was I attracted to my sister Nancy? I sat next to her for longer than an hour and saw how she stimulated her own nipples. At that moment I did wish they were visible. I often close my eyes and image that I am the one who fiddles and sucks her girly nipples. And she saw my hardon and it had an effect on her, that was obvious.
Yet my mother? I saw everything, to the most minute detail, right in front of my own eyes. Everything. Her beautiful, enormous breasts, her shapely round ass, her open vagina being penetrated by a cock, by fingers, by a tongue…. I saw it swell and climax right in front of my eyes. I even saw her butthole. Gosh, I saw dad putting his fingers in her butthole. And she? She loved it! She loved every minute of it! She encouraged him with her words and deeds and used explicit language, foul language to stimulate him. And the things she did to him? By God, she sucked his cock and it spilled its juices in her mouth! And she put his fingers up his asshole!
Still to this day, I like overweight, stacked, hairy, big bust women in their forties. Is it just my preference for this type of a woman, or is it something deeper than that?
To this day, I like sex. I have no problems getting turned on. All I have to do is relive the moment my dad stood there before me, ejaculating into the receptive mouth of my mother. I get hard as a rock.
There is no way I can deny it now.
I am attracted to my mother. Seeing her suck the juice out of my dad makes me want to replace him. I want to be standing there, next to the bed, one foot on the floor, one on the bed, thrusting my own thick and beefy cock into her mouth and spilling my seed in her mouth. Oh, how I wish this dream would come true.
And so it has all started when we were young
I like being alone. I like working alone. I like living on my own and I would never trade my freedom for the comfort of a married life.
Or so I used to think.
I still think there are advantages to a bachelor, carefree and independent existence. Why bother with a family at all? Well, there might be several good reasons for that.
My mother, for instance. My buxom, overweight and over-worried bundle of anxiety and overprotection, of sensuous, exuberant presence, sexiness, despite her post-menopausal age. Expectations of the surroundings. Of friends who disappear as swiftly as they appear. Sometimes I think friends don’t leave - they mutate. They may get different names, but their role, their function, their purpose, that remains the same.
My two sisters. Nancy, the tall, sexy brunette with the infinite legs and the amazing boobs, and her younger, chubbier, hairier and definitely shorter sister, Annette..
My dad, Joe. The intellectual introvert, who can convince anybody with just a few witty remarks.
And then my fiance, Maureen. Or rather, ex-fiance.
They all plot against me. They all believe matrimony is my destiny.
So, here I am and this is my story. I will keep this introduction short, because it is not really a part of the story, just a background. Born 29 years ago on a farm just off Omaha, Nebraska, served in the army, went to college, then hopped on the first plane to Wall Street. I work as a consultant and a broker, and make shitloads of money. I will never have the time nor the motivation to spend even a tiny fraction of what I make. That all comes at a cost, as I work my ass off from dawn to dusk hacking at my laptop, buying, selling, advising. This is a very nice living. I love what I do, and I don’t like being distracted.
Despite that, I do Skype my parents three times a week. My dad utters a greeting or two, but it is mainly a dialog between me and Mom. Or more like a monologue.
For example:
“Hi Guy, I miss you so much! I was just talking to dad about you. How are you? Tell me something.”
“I’m OK mom, I work, you know.”
“Of course you do, sure! I know! But you don’t have time to meet a nice country girl and start raising a family. I know, I know, you feel you are too young. Just work, work, work and no responsibility. And no fun.” So, this goes on for about 30 minutes, where my contribution to the dialog remains the necessary minimal. And then it ends like, “If you were here, I would smother you with kisses and hug you until you gasp for air.”
And I can testify she can.
Let me tell you something about my mother, Sara. She is 61 years old, still very pretty and probably because of her overweight does not have many wrinkles. Her hair is almost black, only graying a little at the temples, but you really need to pull her luscious hair aside to be able to witness any grayness. She is tall, for a woman, and has a substantial mass stacked in her bra and in her panties. I guess she is some 40 pounds overweight, but who cares? She has the right curves and men still turn their heads when she wiggles her bottom as she strolls on her high heel shoes. My mother is the granny centerfold older men wet-dream about. Younger men as well.
Now, if mom is slightly overweight, dad, Joe, is simply obese. Despite his unattractive exterior, Dad has always been a womanizer, and is most likely the cause of most of their quarrels. I know that he desires other women, and that mom desires other men, and that sometimes they succumb to their desires, a situation resulting in a nice fight followed by a nice fuck. How do I know?
I’ve seen it with my own eyes!
Now, not everyone has had the chance to witness his parents at it, and I guess I was one of the lucky few. The scene I am about to describe to you still dominates most of my sexual fantasies, when I am with other women or when I am alone, pleasing myself manually, like all boys do, I conjure images based on this particular past experience. And although this has happened only once, it is has changed the way I look at relationships, what I find erotic and titillating, and what I like being done to me.
When I witnessed my parents doing it.
Actually, I was simply too young then to have enjoyed the experience profoundly, as an adult. I think I was no more than ten years old at the time. My older sister Nancy was about 12 at the time. If I were certain about my own age, I could have verified this easily.
Anyhow, it was a two week summer vacation, and as usual, my parents booked an apartment in Santa Barbara, together with another couple from town, a c***dless older couple. The other couple were about 10 years older than my parents. They were usually at the beach or playing cards, and we saw very little of them, except on that specific day!
On that specific day, about a week after having arrived, I decided to get some cold drink, because it was a very hot day. I took Nancy with me and headed to the apartment. There was always a family size bottle of Coke ready in the fridge. As soon as we entered, we saw our dad Joe, ferociously kissing Barbara, the old, skinny lady. This wasn’t an innocent kiss either, and we were old enough to realize that, so we knew it was naughty.
Dad had his hand deep in Barbara’s pink brassiere and he was definitely enjoying stroking her small boob. His other hand was buried in her blue panties, which showed under her light wide skirt. He was really cupping her scrawny buttock. She, Barbara, was certainly enjoying the experience just as well, since her hand was very busy pulling on dad’s bulging manhood. We could only see the giant tent, because his member lay still in his khaki bermudas. Both were panting and gasping heavily while they kissed.
I wondered why would dad bother with this older woman: She was obviously less attractive, less pretty, clearly older and skinnier than mom. But then, it wasn’t the first time I have seen dad kissing a woman other than my mother! This has been a constant cause of friction between my parents. As the kissing couple moved towards Barbara’s bedroom, I realized that we are going to get caught peeping very, very soon. We were down on the floor behind a shallow couch, but we were too big to be concealed indefinitely.
Luckily, help arrived from an unexpected direction: My mom Sara had entered, so the attention has been diverted. For the time being.
Here followed a heated fight, from which the weeping Barbara had narrowly escaped, chased by an endless flood of juicy curses, in several languages, and accompanied with hand gestures that left nothing for the imagination. Both mom and dad started talking simultaneously, a dialog consisting mainly of apologetic “I’m so sorry” from dad’s corner, and hostile “I’m gonna kill you” from the opposite corner. Meanwhile me and Nancy were still squatting behind the sofa, trying to avoid attention. Mom and dad were totally oblivious to our existence, and kept screaming obscenities at each other, their faces almost touching and their hands flying all around.
I don’t really remember everything but I will try to recall.
“Why, why are you doing this?!! It’s disgusting! With an old woman!”
“I’m so sorry, she tempted me…”
“That old witch? Are you mad? Don’t you get enough from me?”
“Yes, no, not everything.”
“Not everything? For God’s sake, you fucked me twice last night! Twice!”
“This is different.”
“How is this different?”
“Well,” he hesitated, “She does more than just fuck.”
“That old bitch! I hate her! No, I hate you! Tell me, what does she do that I can’t?”
He hesitated again. “She lets me... enter her from behind.”
“I do too! I let you enter me from behind! You adore my ass.”
“You do, but she lets me in the other hole.”
“In the other hole???!! Pervert! And She??? How can she… I mean, it is big.”
“I’m telling you the truth! She is very, very tight and hot and she craves it. When I push it she heaves back to receive even more. She wants it all the way in. All the way.”
“Oh please, shut the fuck up! Don’t wanna hear anything about Barbara’s butt hole, disgusting.”
“It’s true. Adrian can’t get hard enough and I can. I pierce her butt hole and he can’t. Oh, just the thought of that makes me hard! See? Not any man our age can fuck ass.”
My mom giggled as dad revealed his tumescent member. He pulled it out with a noisy flop. I almost gasped. It was long, thick, hairy, veiny, red and unimaginably stiff. It bounced up to his bulging exposed belly and down to his giant, hairy and moist ball sack. The head, which was as thick as my fist, bounced past his belly button splattering a large, transparent drop on the hairy belly. Mom did gasp. And did grasp. She grasped using both hands, pulled toward her and kissed dad on the lips. She had to stretch up on her toes to reach him. She held his neck in one hand, kissed him ferociously and pulled on his hardon with the other. Dad picked her up like a baby, tore off her beach robe, and removed her bikini bottom with one, single swish. He then threw her on the couch and mounted her promptly. His fat, muscular ass heaved up and down, forcing the giant cock into her plump and wet vagina. He fucked her slowly and forcefully, thrusting and grunting with each heave. Like a bull. He pulled out slowly, then recoiled back in with a loud thud. Mom’s groans sounded deep from the bottom of her throat and were very clearly audible, even though her face was stuck deeply in dad’s fat and hairy chest.
And we two were crouching just a few steps away. We saw everything to the tiniest detail. Everything!
We even saw the base of the cunt starting to foam around the cock. The foam gradually became thicker and whiter as they fucked, and started dripping down to her brown, fuzzy asshole, covering it with frothy, white stickiness.
The smell was beyond description. Funky, sweaty, sweet and profoundly pungent.
Nancy’s face was as red as a ripe tomato. She looked at me in deep shame and embarrassment, as if I were judging her excitement. I wasn’t. Despite my young age, I was equally excited. Not only from the nudity and the act, but especially from the dirty words.
Cunt. Ass. Cock. Balls. Butt. Anus.
“Fuck me hard, you pervert. Shove your stinking cock in my hungry vagina, you fucker.” Called my mother. My own mother. She never talked like that in front of us. Never. I barely recognized the words. These were naughty words we used to cuss one another. I think I was just as red as Nancy. Redder even.
Meanwhile she held pop’s fat hairy butt with two hands, trying to force him even deeper into her gooey snatch. That’s when it happened. Her finger searched his hairy ass crack and forced itself inside. Ah, arghh, croaked my father. His butt undulated rapidly and he let out a shriek. He pierced her with his cock, his balls contracting, the muscles in his buttocks squeezed and relaxed rhythmically, as thick sperm spilled out of mom’s swollen cunt and formed a substantial puddle on the sofa’s upholstery. Consequently dad collapsed his 240 pound limp body on mom’s squashing her completely under his hefty torso. His breath recovered gradually and he went limp.
“Joe, Joe, Get off! Now! The k**s may come. Let’s go to the bedroom and lock up.”
Instead, dad jumped off and ran to the front door, locking it and preventing anybody from coming in. His cock was now limp, long, thick, moist and large drops spilled off the heavy head. It was swaying back and forth and to the sides as he hopped across the room. Nobody could now get in.
Nor out.
And we were still hiding behind the sofa, almost visible.
“No,” said mom. “We got to go to the bedroom. Now.”
I wondered why she wanted to go to the bedroom directly after having fucked. A question mark popped in my eyes. I saw the astonishment in Nancy’s eyes as well, as dad moved to their bedroom and mom got up and disappeared in the bathroom, probably washing and wiping her spermatized vagina. Leaving the door open, dad entered the bedroom, fell face down on the bed, and immediately started snoring. That’s when Nancy pulled me forcefully from under the bed. I thought she was about to push me outside and make our escape to the beach, but instead, using all her strength, she dragged me all the way into the bedroom and pushed me under the table. There was a small table next to the twin bed, covered with a red and white tablecloth, whose corners nearly swept the tiled floor. Dad was already asleep when mom entered, totally nude, displaying her beautiful voluptuous figure. We heard her unlocking the front door before she entered. Then she locked the bedroom door and we got trapped.
She jumped on the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread and her hand stuck in her cunt where three of her fingers served her chink, disappearing and reappearing again out of the dark cavity.
Now, now, now. We were quite at loss. What the heck was mom doing? I couldn’t get it, so I looked at Nancy questioningly and she smiled back. Her bashful smile and her lips moved: “They all do it. It’s fun.” I didn’t understand but kept quiet, watching. Mom’s cunt was very hairy indeed. The thick fur covered her triangle nearly up to her bellybutton. Below, the hair covered a wide area between her chunky thighs, her whole butt crack was covered as well and even some of the ass cheeks area. Down there she was hairier than dad. Also her armpits were fully covered with the dense, black fur. Suddenly her face twitched, she let out a long sigh, her thick thighs clamped her hand in the juicy cunt and shuddered. Her toes curled together and spasmed as she came. Of course, I couldn’t have understood what she was doing, but Nancy was totally red. Her fingers began pinching her bathing-suit covered nipples and her lovely lips pressed together. She was obviously more informed about the pleasurable experience on the bed. Her finger went to her lips in a gesture to keep silent. She looked at my bathing-suit, searching, trying to see my small erection. It was evident. I didn’t dare touch it, let alone release it from its latex confinement.
Then mom started again. This time, she turned around, her giant ass spread towards us and her hand between the legs, agitating. This time it took only a few seconds, her ass started pushing itself rhythmically unto her hand, forcing it ever deeper into the climaxing cunt. Right after her second climax she repeated the exercise again, now more leisurely, enjoying every moment. It took her some more time to reach another climax. Perhaps two minutes went by. I stared directly at my mother’s bare behind, clearly seeing the powerful contractions, the dimples in her beautiful ass, the finest skin and the voluptuous figure. There was fat everywhere. Nancy was still pinching her nipples tenderly. She had quite a nice pair of boobs for her age. I could not see the nipples but I wished I could. The temptation to pull my prick was almost irresistible. Like all boys I have often experimented with masturbation. No orgasms, mind you, but vigorous manipulation was always a constant source of clandestine pleasure. Suddenly, mom slapped dad’s buttocks forcefully.
“Get up pervert! You had your fun and left me hanging.” She slapped him again, and again, harder and harder. Instead of getting angry he turned to her and said: “Don’t be angry my pet. You are the best fuck in the world. Your cunt is like slimy silk.”
“So kiss it.”
"The best in the world. Believe me, I've had a few."
"Kiss it."
"Did you wash it?"
"Yes."
"How come it's still slimy?"
"Kiss it, you pervert. You'll like it."
Her hips started undulating wildly and she held his head forcefully down to her twat. Dad was bald, but he had plenty of hair on the edges, enough to pull and force down. She kept talking while holding his head in place. Loud munching sounds and ecstasy cries filled the small room. Dad was kneeling on the ground, mom's legs on his shoulders, his big balls swaying between his powerful thighs, the crack of his ass pouring sweat down his legs and his now swelling pecker bumping against the bed covers.
She kept talking to him. "Yes, Joe, right there, yes kiss, suck, pull it between your teeth, press it to your tongue, yes, kiss, tenderly, apply some suction, not much! Put your thick fingers up, two, yes, suck, suck, suck, gently, haaa haaa haaaa --".
Dad complied, his semi hard cock now banging the pendent bed cover, his left arm on mom's generous belly, the right one pushing two fingers in the squishy receptacle. We stopped counting how many climaxes mom has had. The clock on the counter told us that they have been at it at least 40 minutes since they left the guest room.
Then there was a knock on the door and Annette, my younger sister, stepped in. She was then 8 years old, completely innocent. I don't believe she understood what the naked and sweating parents were doing on the bed in the early afternoon, and neither did she care. She just said, "Mom, I need some money to buy ice cream for me and Irene. Hurry, she is waiting downstairs. Mom gave her money, but before she had left, Annette saw us under the table, just briefly. She said "Hi" and left. Luckily, mom understood that as a "Bye" rather than a "Hi"!
But then, they went on, no longer worrying about being interrupted, mom said, “Fine, it is hard enough, you can mount me. I need a real fuck now.” So dad pulled his hefty figure up between her legs, and with the help of her hands pushed his weaker erection into her. “Keep it in, I will make it stiff”, she said. Again, her hands cupped his fleshy buttocks and her fingers explored his sweaty crack.
“You like that, don’t you, you pervert.”
“Yes, it makes me stiff.”
“It makes you think about this slut, Barbara, and her brown asshole.”
“Pink.”
“Yes, think about her pink stink hole. Do you want to fuck it?”
“Yes, but I wanna fuck yours too.”
“Perhaps later. I don’t like it in the ass like you do.”
“Many men like it.”
“Think about her old butt and fuck me hard. Harder. Do you fuck her in her cunt too?”
“Sometimes, but she doesn’t like it.”
“Do you suck her cunt? Like you stimulate mine?”
“Hardly. She likes her anus stimulated.”
“Do you lick her anus?”
There came no answer, so mom pushed her fingers deeper in his ass and wiggled them vigorously. “Well, do you, you pervert?”
“Yes,” he admitted. He was shoving now in earnest.
“I’m going to squirt again,” he warned.
“No you don’t, not yet”. She pulled her hand out and pushed him off. His cock was back to its usual glorious extended state, totally stiff like an iron rod. She pushed him on his back and saddled him in reverse, so that her backside was reversed to him, her cunt bobbing up and down on the thick prick and her enormous tits wobbling clearly in front of our eyes. Even then, 20 years ago, she had a super giant pair of delicious, white mammaries, adorned with reddish brown nipples that stuck out like thick brown crayons.
“Hit me, hit me on the buttocks.” She demanded. He spanked her a few times. That must have stung because mom’s pretty face winced each time the large hand landed on her quivering flesh. She didn’t cry out and despite the pain she kept fucking. It took her now considerable more time to reach her climax. I don’t think dad minded. Neither did we. My small cock started to hurt and I moved hither and thither with growing discomfort. Nancy just kept pulling on her budding nipples which now almost stuck out of her bathing suit top. Her face was flushed red. The parents, now both satisfied, kept fucking and talking. The fucking was now slower and smoother, with long, slippery strokes and soft sighs.
“Do you like my ass?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Is it better than Barbara’s?”
“Yes, it is much more beautiful.”
“Is my cunt better than hers?”
“Oh, much better. I fucked her cunt only once. She doesn’t like being fucked in the cunt.”
“Why not?”
“It triggers her orgasm.”
“So? Doesn’t she like to orgasm?”
“Sure, but not like you. She does it only once and when she comes she shouts and faints. It is a shuddering climax. I stimulate her anus with my fingers and then fuck her anus for a long time.”
“How long?”
“Three or four sessions of 10 minutes each. Very, very long time.”
“I would like to see her fucking you. Why do you like fucking in the ass?”
“It’s a major turn on.”
“More than cunt?”
“Maybe. No. I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Would you fuck her in front of me?”
“Sure, but… I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am mad at you. You are an untrustworthy pervert sonofabitch.”
“But…”
“But I still would like to see you fuck her in the ass. I think I know what excites you so much.”
“What?”
“You think about your own ass being fucked.”
“That’s not fair. You know I only did it once, with… with… him and you.”
“But you liked it in the ass.” There was a silence.
“You can finger my asshole if you want.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Just one finger and wet it first. It’s tender.”
Then she turned around facing him and letting him finger her butthole.
“You think she would like to fuck with us?”
“Maybe.”
“She is old.”
“Yes.”
“I will finger her cunt while you fuck her ass.”
“No, that will make her come. She likes the buildup, you know.”
Then, mom came for the last time. With a long sigh, that seemed to have escaped her bowels, she heaved and sank deeply, pressing her pudenda into dad’s using agitated staccato movements of her hips. The dimples in her ass contracted once, twice, thrice, and she collapsed on him. His finger was still wiggling up her ass and his long and thick prick was wholly embedded in her pretty snatch. They rested. The clock showed 16:10. Sweat dribbled from mom’s fat ass into the fur in her wide ass crack and got absorbed.
“It’s my turn.” Called dad. “I want your mouth.” Not expecting her consent he pushed her off, lifted her heavy body like a small rag in the air unto her knees, stood before her and introduced his beefy member between her luscious, red lips. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he started pumping gently: In and out, in and out, into mom’s red face. From where we stood, we saw his fat bum and her hand massaging the big balls between his fat thighs. We also saw a part of her face, but not clearly.
“Push, push your fingers inside, like I like it, deep.” She mumbled something incoherent.
“Yes, yes, fuck my ass. I will show you how I fuck the old ass tomorrow. If you kiss her on the mouth.” More mumbling came as dad started to increase his fucking tempo. Mom began grunting in the earnest, to complement his grunting and as a reaction to the lively mouth fucking. “You would kiss her mouth as I fuck her behind in the stink hole. Aaarh…” He took out his giant cock, rubbed it vigorously with his stocky hand, only for a few seconds, stuck it back in the slimy mouth of our mother and shoved violently deep. We knew now pretty well what has happened. As mom stood up we suddenly had a full view of her sperm filled mouth. It poured out of it in a thin, slimey trickle onto her big belly, and further down, until it disappeared into the wiry bush below.
THEN….
Then she saw us. We all screamed simultaneously.
“You… you… what are you doing here spying on us! Sex is private! How long have you been watching?” Dad was very upset and our fat and naked mom soon disappeared into the adjacent bathroom. Dad continued yelling at us.
“You must never do that again! Watch you parents make love! How disgraceful! Did you masturbate? How could you!!! You heard everything we had said!! You should be ashamed of yourselves!” Then he talked to me, totally distressed. “Did you pull on your penis? You! You are just a baby! Did you? Did you??”
“No, I just watched.” I was unable to conceal my tiny erection.
“Did you??” He shouted at Nancy.
“No, I just watched. I … I… didn’t touch my weewee.” Nancy started crying and ran to mom who was hiding in the bathroom.
“Stop it, stop harassing the k**s. They couldn’t help it. What would you have done? Would you have done otherwise? They are only k**s.” Mom was dressing up quickly. As she talked. I knew dad was upset because of the relations he has had with other women, and a man….
So what happened next?
We were sorry, but we weren't. Mom and dad were forgiving, but this incident remained in our collective memory. Mom and dad stopped being secretive about their desires, their eroticism, their affection and their natural horniness. Even in front of our younger sister, Inbal, they freely expressed affection, cuddled and kissed. We all got used to it. Having witnessed my mom and dad having explicit sex at so an early age had an effect I could not deny on me. Was I attracted to my mother? That was obvious, yet forbidden. Was I attracted to my sister Nancy? I sat next to her for longer than an hour and saw how she stimulated her own nipples. At that moment I did wish they were visible. I often close my eyes and image that I am the one who fiddles and sucks her girly nipples. And she saw my hardon and it had an effect on her, that was obvious.
Yet my mother? I saw everything, to the most minute detail, right in front of my own eyes. Everything. Her beautiful, enormous breasts, her shapely round ass, her open vagina being penetrated by a cock, by fingers, by a tongue…. I saw it swell and climax right in front of my eyes. I even saw her butthole. Gosh, I saw dad putting his fingers in her butthole. And she? She loved it! She loved every minute of it! She encouraged him with her words and deeds and used explicit language, foul language to stimulate him. And the things she did to him? By God, she sucked his cock and it spilled its juices in her mouth! And she put his fingers up his asshole!
Still to this day, I like overweight, stacked, hairy, big bust women in their forties. Is it just my preference for this type of a woman, or is it something deeper than that?
To this day, I like sex. I have no problems getting turned on. All I have to do is relive the moment my dad stood there before me, ejaculating into the receptive mouth of my mother. I get hard as a rock.
There is no way I can deny it now.
I am attracted to my mother. Seeing her suck the juice out of my dad makes me want to replace him. I want to be standing there, next to the bed, one foot on the floor, one on the bed, thrusting my own thick and beefy cock into her mouth and spilling my seed in her mouth. Oh, how I wish this dream would come true.
Lauryn
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