A night out at the taxi depot
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My half-lidded eyes caught the rays of the rising sun streaming in through the living room window. As the fog of sleep dissipated, I felt the familiar weight of Erika’s head resting on my chest as I scanned the surroundings for bearings. “Oh yeah,” I recalled groggily, “the couch at my parents house.”
I closed my eyes and allowed a stream of vivid recollections about the events of last night to race through my mind, helping me orient myself. The hot tub ... the beer and wine ... the playful teasing of our respective partners ... the warming of the pot ... the bidding of adieu ... the more advanced play of Erika and me in the hot tub and this here living room ... the frequent sounds from my parents’ bedroom informing us of their own successes in the quest for mutual pleasure...
“Ahhh, what a great night!” I sighed to myself. The fact that my wife and I were able to share intimacies with my parents that I had not thought possible catapulted me back to the excited state of my early sexual explorations as a kid and later as my wife’s lover. The previous day’s raw adventure at Jack’s camp coupled with the equally-as-raw hot tub soak with my parents had irrevocably changed the landscape of my sexual self. Borrowing the phrasing of a friend of mine, the events of the last couple of days were tantamount to a “paradigm shift.” Erika and I had been allowed a peek behind the curtain of my parents’ “family self” personae to glimpse their interactions as lovers. Likewise, my parents had been afforded a similar glimpse of the once private world existing between Erika and me.
As I lay naked on the couch with Erika equally as naked beside me, I attempted to calculate how this sea change in my relationship with my parents would play out. Where would it lead not only in the next few hours, but in the days and years beyond? In the relative blink of an eye, my life had morphed into a script written by my father’s alter ego, Beau Van Esse ... a script detailing a world where sexuality and fantasy take center stage instead of being relegated to the muffled sighs of the bedroom.
But was I ready for this new reality? Was I ready to forgo the predictable interactions that had characterized my relationship with my parents. Would I regret participating in all of the events that led to the opening of this Pandora’s Box?
As these thoughts swirled in my uncertain mind, I felt Erika stir beside me. Looking up at me, a broad smile crept across her face and then she offered her puckered lips for a morning kiss.
“Good morning, babe ... You OK?” I whispered.
Without saying a word, she nodded her head and then returned it to its original position on my chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” she finally whispered back, slowly smoothing her hand across my stomach and chest.
“I’m surprised it’s still beating after all the excitement last night ... Are you really OK?” I asked again.
“I certainly am Mr. Evans. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well, I just thought that with everything, you’d be feeling uncomfortable or something,” I offered.
“Charlie ... what went on last night was nothing particularly new to me. The nudity and sex talk were a natural part of my life with my own parents, so last night actually felt normal for me. How about you? ... Are you OK with everything?”
“Sure ... I mean ... actually, I was just thinking about last night and how it’ll change my relationship with my folks.”
“In a good way or bad?”
“That’s what I’m not sure of, babe. I mean, before this trip I never talked with them about that kind of stuff, so the past couple of days have really blown my mind.”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry ... See, your heart’s beating faster now. You’re stressing yourself out. Your parents are loving people who have finally decided to show you another aspect of their relationship. You should accept it and be thankful that they trust and love you enough to share that.”
“I hear what you’re saying, but a part of me thinks things have just been moving too fast ... I mean, when I’m in the moment and the hormones are flowing, it feels good and exciting, but then when I have a chance to step back and think about everything, like not ... I don’t know ... It just seems like there’s something wrong about it.”
“I think they chose to bring you up in a very conservative environment, and that’s influenced how you view sexuality. Maybe they regret that, and now that they’re older and you’re older, maybe they’re realizing that life is too short to spend so much energy hiding a part of life that’s natural and exciting from someone as close to them as you.”
I digested Erika’s words very carefully and decided that she was probably right.
Without another word, she raised her head and brought her lips to mine once more. This time, she let her tongue make an appearance, and mine happily welcomed it. In no time, her migrating hand soon found my rigid member and gave it a hearty squeeze.
“Good morning to you, too,” she said, shaking it a bit. “I thought you would still be asleep after all of the fun we had last night,” she continued, talking more to him than me.
“Actually, babe, the reason he’s up is because ... I really need to pee,” I confessed.
Feigning disappointment she replied, “Awww ... And I thought he was happy to see me...”
“Oh, believe me, he is! Just let me go to the bathroom first.”
Releasing her grip, Erika reluctantly eased over onto her side to let me go take care of my business. As I walked out to the rear deck, it felt wonderful being naked in the morning sun. I paused to stare out over the countryside and soak up the last moments of complete freedom before finding my boxers on the patio chair where I’d left them and reluctantly slipping them on. Walking back into the house in my tented underwear, Erika had a few playful remarks, but I continued on to the bathroom, which was just beyond my parents’ bedroom.
I had honestly just hoped to slip past their door as quickly as possible, not knowing if they were asleep, awake ... or otherwise occupied. But as I got closer, I noticed it slightly ajar, and could make out a hushed conversation interspersed with laughter. It was difficult, but from what I could hear, Dad was explaining how he had talked with me at length yesterday about their desire for Erika and me to produce a grandchild as soon as possible.
“Yeah, Erika and I talked about it yesterday, too,” explained Mom. “I guess our little plan to encourage them is working, Mr. Evans ... Did you hear them going at it again last night? It must have been 2 AM before they finished.”
“So there is a plan involved?!” I thought to myself. “Well, that explains a lot!”
“Well, if you’ll recall, we didn’t end our playtime that much earlier, babe,” Dad reminded her.
“True, true,” Mom giggled. “But I bet you were probably fantasizing about screwing your son’s hot wife the whole time, right? I mean, did you see how good she looked?! ... nice pert tits, slim waist, firm butt.”
“Sounds like you were giving her a good looking over yourself, Ms. Evans. Unfortunately, I really don’t think she’s into older women,” Dad laughed. “Lucky for you I am, though.” His final sentence was concluded with the sound of rich kisses being exchanged and the ruffling of sheets.
I took that as my cue to move on down the hall ... my raging piss-hard having turned into an engorgement of sexual excitement. When I finally reached the bathroom, I literally had to strain to aim my skyward-facing cock at the correct trajectory so as not to spray the ceiling. Even after I was able to get him pointing in the right direction, I was greeted by the dreaded “double stream”! It was almost like slow motion as the minor stream decided to exit my penis at a 45-degree angle to the right of the main one. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”
By the time I was able to stop the flow, the damage had already been done ... the tile floor was splashed with my errant urine. After finishing my business, I was faced with the task of cleaning up, and in doing so, I came across a receipt lying on the floor next to the wastebasket. I wouldn’t have given it a second look except for the name of the establishment at the top...”Adult SuperStore.” Scanning further, I noticed that it was dated the previous day! What had Mom and Erika been up to during their ‘girls day out’? I wondered. The receipt was for a total of eight items ... two were “apparel,” two were “massage oil,” two were “novelty restraints,” and the final two were “8-inch novelty” and “5-inch novelty.” These were definitely not the antique items that I had expected to find receipts for.
Unexpectedly, there was a soft knock on the door! I jerked with surprise, and my stomach sank to my toes.
“That you, Charlie?” It was Dad.
“Yeah, yeah ... just finishing up. I’ll be out in a sec,” I blurted out, trying desperately to sound normal.
“OK. No rush.”
Then a thought entered my head. “Hey Dad, could you come in for a minute?”
“Sure,” he replied, opening the door slowly (probably not knowing what to expect) and wearing a robe. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I smiled back nervously.
“Another interesting night for you guys?” he asked, his voice tinged heavily with a knowing air.
“Oh, definitely ... definitely ... And how about you guys?
“Quite unforgettable, if I must be honest,” he said with a broad, sarcastic smile. “We’ll have to fill each other in later. Soooo ... what’s up? Is something wrong?” his countenance shifting to one of honest concern.
My voice dropped to a whisper. “No, nothing serious ... I just happened to find this on the floor next to the trashcan a minute ago,” I explained, showing him the receipt. He scanned it with raised eyebrows. “Did Mom mention anything about a special side trip during their shopping spree yesterday?”
“Naw ... I would definitely remember hearing about this place,” he whispered back. “Looks like your mother and Erika have some naughty secrets of their own from yesterday,” he winked and elbowed me in the ribs. “Ya know ... if you’re up for it, I think we may be able to use this to our advantage. What say we spice up the girls’ day a bit and have some fun of our own in the process.”
“I’m not sure what you have in mind, but if it leads to a continuation of last night’s activities, I’m all for it.”
“That’s the spirit! Leave everything to me,” he said confidently, patting me on the shoulder. “But if you don’t mind ... right now I need to pee like a racehorse.” He turned to the toilet, opened the flap of his robe, and proceeded to relieve himself. For a brief instant, my glance instinctively went to his cock, where I glimpsed the puckered foreskin tip flare widely as it released a thick stream into the toilet. Unfortunately, my glance wasn’t quite inconspicuous enough, as my father’s head turned and our eyes met. I knew I was busted.
Without missing a beat, Dad continued. “Not sure how much you heard last night, but this old guy must have ridden your mom for a country mile,” he said looking down at his draining cock. “I’m certainly feeling the ache all over my body.” Turning his gaze back me and smiling broadly he said, “It sounded like Erika got a pretty good ride of her own last night.”
“Yeah,” I replied sheepishly, “that’s why our asses are dragging this morning,” I confessed.
“Well, from what I saw last night ... she has a pretty nice ass to drag,” he continued, shaking his finished cock and returning it to the shadows of his robe. Lowering his voice even more, he leaned in and asked, “So ... Did you breed her good?”
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