Fantasy Come True
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It was the end of a full day, and the beer and excitement had taken their toll. Before hanging things up for the night Dad asked if I would be up for a little trip out tomorrow. He mentioned that Mom wanted to take Erika to an outlet mall near San Antonio for the day. So instead of just messing around the farm, he reckoned it would be more fun if we got out ourselves. He didn’t exactly say where we were going ... just that we would be meeting a few friends of his.
When I crawled into bed with Erika the clock read 1:30. I hadn’t touched base with her at all after dinner, so I wondered if she was pissed at me. She awoke still in a sleepy haze and asked if I had a good time with my Dad. I mentioned that I had, but didn’t feel it was the right time to tell her about our conversations and my discoveries just yet. As I snuggled up behind her the distinct smell of familiar quilts filled my nose.
After a few minutes, I heard Dad make his way into my his bedroom next door. There was some muffled conversation between my folks and the distinct sound of goodnight kisses. Erika had drifted back to sleep and I was just about to do the same when another set of sounds began emanating from the room beyond. At first I thought it might be the TV, but then the sounds and voices became clearer. Seeing as how my parents bed was positioned just beyond the wall from mine, noises carried quite easily. First came the continued sounds of kissing, and this was followed by quiet but undeniable moans of pleasure. My eyes widened and I came out of my brief sleep fog as I heard distinct words couched in the moaning.
“Oh Bobby, you’re so hard tonight. Did you take your little blue pill?” my mother inquired.
“This is all natural babe. I guess I’m still hungry even after that sweet fuck you gave me last night,” replied Dad.
There was a flush in my cheeks as I digested what I had just heard Dad say. But nothing could prepare me for what my mother said next.
“Mmmm, last night sure was great, Bobby, but I think it has more to do with having some young pussy under the same roof tonight. Am I right?”
Hearing my own mother referring to my wife as “young pussy” was a real shocker. Never before had I heard her use language like that, and in that brief moment, my whole conceptualization of her changed. I guess she was the “liberated woman” Dad had described earlier, but it was still very strange. My curiosity got the better of me, so I carefully raised myself out of bed and put my ear to the wall to get a better listen.
“You know me very well, Mrs. Evans, but I couldn’t help but notice our son’s good taste in women.”
“If I didn’t know any better, from the look of your cock, it seems you’d be interested in having a good taste of your son’s girl, Mr. Evans.” said Mom slyly with a laugh. “Why don’t you go ahead and put your mouth to work on this hot piece of American pie instead.” Squeaks and rustling of sheets could be heard as evidence of movement in their bed, and then the room fell silent except for the low growl of deep pleasure-filled moans and occasional sexual exclamations.
“Oh yesss, baby, lick it. Right there. Yes. Don’t stop. Eat mamma’s pie,” Mom growled. “Do you think Japanese pussy is sweet like this? Oh God, you are such a good cuntlicker, Mr. Evans” professed my mother, obviously enjoying what my father was doing between her legs. In no time, my flushed face was joined by a hardening cock as I overheard my parents engaged in the act of lovemaking. In my early years I had been awoken by moans and groans and bed movements on one or two occasions, but I could recall nothing like this.
For what must have been ten minutes, I heard Mom’s moans and words of encouragement mixed with muffled sounds and slurping coming from my father. Then the pace of her coos and gasps increased, and she let my father know the product of her arousal: “Yes, yes, baby. I’m gonna cum soon oh oh Bobby yesssss,” she hissed. With the unmistakable duet of heavy panting and bed shaking, my mother reached climax from my father’s apparently artful ministrations. My face was burning hot and my own cock was rock hard and leaking profuse amounts of precum as I took in the auditory barrage from the room next door.
After the sound of heavy breathing and subsequent kisses subsided, the talk between my parents resumed. “Oh Bobby, that was even better than last night. You really know how to send a girl to heaven with that mouth of yours.”
“With the juicy reward I get, how can I refuse, my love. Are you sure you’re still not 21, Mrs. Evans?”
“Sweet sixteen to be exact,” my mother retorted with a giggle. “And from that wet mess dribbling down your cock, it looks like HE’s ready for some American pie, too.”
“Sure is, my little girl. Why don’t you go on and turn around so I can have your little bitch from behind. It looks like she’s hungry for some good ol’ American beef,” Dad responded.
All their sex talk was blowing my mind, and I especially thought it so hot that Dad referred to Mom’s pussy as her “bitch.”
“But we’d better be quieter or Charlie will hear,” Mom cautioned.
“I’m sure with all the travel and the beer, he fell asleep when his head hit the pillow,” Dad assured her. “And if he’s not, then I guess he’ll have something to tell Erika about in the morning.” I shuddered and wondered if somehow he knew I was there listening. Was he playing some sort of game with me?
After some brief movement and squeaks from the bed, I heard my Dad coo, “Let me just slide along those slick lips for awhile baby. That’s it. God, you are SO WET.” As the words hit my ears, I pictured him on his knees behind Mom, cock in his hand, rubbing it along her heavenly slit.
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