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gay younger man
Editor's note: story contains f/m incest elements. Do not read further if this is not to your liking.
I'd finally admitted to myself a couple weeks ago that I was gay. I paced around my bedroom, trying to decide what to do about it. Baseball trophies lined one of my shelves; a dozen hockey trophies sparkled in the light on another. Jocks weren't supposed to be gay. They were supposed to be tough guys, and fuck lots of girls, and beat the crap out of fags. I played that part for the past few years, but it was never who I really was.
It had taken me so long to admit it to myself that I didn't know if I had the strength to admit it to anyone else. I'd turned eighteen a month earlier, and in two months I'd be graduating from high school and leaving all this kid stuff behind. I'd be an adult, making adult decisions for myself. Did I want to start off by deciding to live a lie? Begin my life as a grown-up who was too afraid to let the world know the real me? That sounded like a miserable way to live. But, when my father finds out his all-star son is queer, throws me out of the house and never talks to me again, that seemed like a pretty lousy way to go as well. Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, and I was in a no-win situation.
I decided to follow my father's repeated advice and "man up." I wasn't going to be a pussy about this. I had to tell my parents and face whatever consequences that brought. I took a long look around my bedroom knowing that I might not see it again after this.
Dad was sitting on his easy chair in the living room. Mom was on the sofa. The lights were off and the TV was on. ESPN Sportscenter flashed on the screen, throwing bright reds and blues out across my parents' faces. My mom noticed me in the doorway and her round cheeks lifted in a genuinely happy smile.
My father didn't bother taking his eyes off the scores. Even just sitting in his recliner the guy was intimidating. I loved him, of course, but I'd always been a little bit afraid of him. He was a former marine. He worked oil rigs when he got out of the service, then drove trucks for a while. He was currently the foreman at a machine shop, but he was still as hard as ever. I've always had the idea that the man has metal for guts and diesel in his veins.
"Mom…Dad," I started weakly, "can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course, dear," my mom chirped up right away.
"What is it?" my dad grumbled in his usual style.
"I wanted to let you know that I'm gay."
Wow. There it was. Just like that. I'd planned on easing into it, but the words were out of my mouth before I knew it. My insides dropped off a cliff and all I could do was wait for them to hit bottom.
There was a moment of silence. Mom looked confused. Then Dad let out an amused snort.
"Very funny."
"No, I…I'm serious. I'm gay."
My dad peered up at me through the dim light. He stared at my face for a long time trying to figure out if he was the target of some kind of prank. Mom's confusion had turned to worry as she looked from her husband to her son and back again, not knowing what might come next.
For all the scenarios I'd played out in my head around this moment, I never even contemplated what actually came next.
"Gay, huh?" he challenged with a note of doubt in his gravel voice.
"Yes," I answered as firmly as I could.
"How exactly do you know you're gay?"
"I just know," I insisted.
"You suck a cock yet?"
I hadn't seen that coming. It took me a second before I could form an answer.
"Oh, Frank," my mom blushed in the shadows, "don't talk like that." It was more of a pleading request than a demand.
"Why not? It's what gay boys do, isn't it?" He turned back to me. "Well?"
"Um, no…I haven't done that."
He chuckled. I didn't recognize the odd gleam in his eye.
"Then you don't even know for sure that you're gay."
"I'm sure." I didn't like that my feelings were being discounted so off-handedly.
I expected yelling and arguing, but I hadn't anticipated this tact of dismissiveness. I resolved to stay strong and not let him back me down from what I knew about myself–no matter what.
"All right, then," he said. "Prove it."
"What do you mean?" I was caught off guard again. "How?"
"Come over here and suck my cock."
I heard my mother gasp and my insides fell over another dip in the rollercoaster I was now trapped on for the duration. I had no idea how to respond to that.
My father gave me a crooked grin, undid his pants and pulled out his cock right there in front of my mom and me.
"Let's go, son, show me how much you like swallowing dick."
"Oh, Frank, really," my mother admonished him and turned her attention to the baseball highlights. I was surprised at how seemingly mild her reaction was. Why wasn't she screaming, or jumping up and running out of the room?
"You got a nice thick cock here for the taking, boy. Now's your chance to find out how gay you really are."
He was expecting me to back down, to slink away with my tail between my legs and never bring up the subject again. He thought he could humiliate me into being something I'm not, or hiding who I was. I looked at his penis. It did look pretty thick.
I will confess that I'd had a fantasy or two that involved my father. It usually revolved around me forcing him do things against his will. Sexual things. I dreamed of turning the tables on a lifetime of his dominating influence over me. I fantasized about being the one in control for a change.
For all his rough edges, he was still a good looking guy. Even at his age. His belly had become a little more pronounced over the years, but his wide shoulders and broad chest allowed him to carry it well. His forearms looked like they had steel bands just under the skin, and his legs probably hadn't changed much since he left Parris Island.
Without giving it any meaningful thought, I decided to call his bluff. I went over and knelt at the side of his recliner.
"Mitchell, honey…" my mother whispered, probably appalled that I would even pretend to do something so depraved.
I bent forward, expecting to get a hard slap upside my head. But when it never came, I found myself faced with the moment of truth. My lips touched the head of my father's cock, and I sucked it into my mouth.
I was through the looking glass, and suddenly nothing made sense. Everything I had ever known, or counted on in my life, was out the window. If this could actually happen, then nothing was impossible.
"Oh, Frank…" my mother's voice scolded lightly from a thousand miles away.
I had my father's penis in my mouth. I began sucking it instinctively. My whole body was shaking. I expected him to angrily push me away any second, but instead I felt him begin to get hard.
"Look at this, Elise, he's really taking to it," he chuckled. "See what happens from you and him watching that Glee show together?"
"You two stop that now," she clucked like she did when Dad and I would start rough-housing around the house. "Quit being so nasty."
My father's cock continued to swell in my mouth. I didn't want to upset my mother by doing this in front of her, but I also didn't want to stop. I wasn't sure exactly how to do it, but I clamped my lips tight around his thickening shaft and moved my mouth up and down, careful not to let my teeth scrape against his sensitive skin. I guess maybe that was actually the moment I knew I must be gay for sure.
"I think you're just worried that your son might be able to give me a better blowjob than you," he teased my mom.
"I'm sure that after twenty years of practice I know my way around that mangy ol' thing of yours."
While this surreal conversation was going on over my head, I just kept on sucking. I started figuring out how to work my tongue into the action, and that felt like a nice improvement. The soft, spongy head of my dad's cock grazed the back of my throat and I had to resist gagging. As ridiculous as it might sound, I wanted to prove to my dad that I could take it like a man.
"Now you're getting the hang of it, Mitch," my dad said. His voice had a bemused, but happy tone to it. "Your mother does have the advantage over you, but with practice you'll be a first-string cocksucker in no time." He ruffled my hair and seemed content to let me go on blowing him. "Any pointers for your sword-swallowing son, dear wife?"
"You two are simply impossible," Mom declared as if we were doing nothing more than tromping mud over her freshly mopped floor.
I could almost get my mind around my father pulling out his dick and putting me to the challenge, but I was having a harder time understanding why my mom was allowing this to go on in her presence. She was never very assertive, and always deferred to Dad on most things, but I wouldn't have thought she'd put up with something as perverted as this happening in her own living room.
"That's the way, Mitch, nice and steady," my dad said as if he was coaching me through a practice drill. "You know, you might be gay after all. I'm going to need a little more convincing to be sure," he chuckled.
There was too much going on that didn't make sense, so I tried not to think about all that and focus on what I was doing. I was actually sucking my first cock. The fact that it was my father's cock was more than bizarre, but it was real. The furtive fantasies and the shameful desires were no longer only in my imagination. The sensation was better than I could have guessed. I'd licked a couple of pussies before, but this was ten times better.
"You should play with his balls a little," I heard my mom saying in an effort to be helpful. "Your father likes it when you play with his balls."
I didn't care how strange it was for my normally demure mother to be talking that way, and I went ahead and carefully scooped my dad's sack out of his pants and gently fondled his balls as I sucked his prick. It was only then that I noticed that my own cock was straining inside of my pants. This was crazy.
"It's turning out to be a better night than I was expecting," Dad joked. "Take your tits out, babe, gimme something sexy to look at while I'm getting my knob polished."
"Hush, that," she said right off. "Not in front of Mitchell."
"The boy's got my dong halfway down his throat, for cryin' out loud. Besides, since he's gay now he doesn't care about seeing anyone's tits."
"Mitch, honey, you just keep your eyes to yourself, now, okay?"
My jaw was starting to get a little tired, but I wasn't ready to give up. I'd thought that I'd be having a knock-down, drag-out fight with my old man right about now, not sucking him off while he was in about the jolliest mood I've ever seen him in.
"Hoo-ee," Dad hooted, "I'll never get enough of those grade-A knockers." He tapped me on the back of the head. "Come on up for some air, son, take a gander at these babies."
I couldn't help but look up toward my mother. I caught a glimpse of her pale white breasts illuminated by a Toyota commercial before she quickly pulled her blouse closed.
"Frank! He doesn't want to see his mother's boobies."
"Don't be so goddamn modest. Let the boy see some real tits. He's probably only ever seen those little nibblets the girls his age have. Open up your shirt, Elise."
He put a little more authority in his tone when he said that last part and she did what she was told. My mom gave me an embarrassed smile and slowly parted her blouse. And just like that I was staring at my mother's naked tits, with the head of my father's cock between my lips.
Even though I'm gay, I still find tits arousing. Actually, I find that looking at women's bodies in general gets me excited, but not so much the thought of doing anything with them sexually. I might be more screwed up than even I realized. Add in that I was doing all this with my parents would likely mess with my head even more when I had a chance to think about it. But I wasn't interested in thinking just then.
My mom put her tits on display for my father and me. She held them up, and then gave them a little jiggle. This came with a shy giggle. I was too stunned to do anything but ogle at her.
You've got to understand, my mother isn't one of these MILF types. She's a just a plain old regular mom. She's short and on the round side. Some would call her chubby, but I prefer to think of her as cuddly. She used to wear her blond hair longer when I was little, but now it's short and easy to manage. Her round cheeks get even rounder when she smiles, and she's usually smiling. The two of us have always been close, and she was always there for me when I needed her. It seemed we were going to get somewhat closer before this was all over. Damn, I would have never guessed my sweet, innocent mom had such nice boobs.
"All right, Mitch, get back on the stick," my dad said. "That cock ain't gonna suck itself."
I slid my lips down the length of his shaft. It felt so natural to have a cock in my mouth. Now that the initial shock was over, I was able to really pay attention to what it was like. I worked my tongue over the spot just beneath the ridge of his fat cockhead where I knew it was extra sensitive. He thrust himself deeper into my mouth and I took as much of him as I could. His heavy balls were warm and soft in my hand.
"How's he doing?" my mother asked.
"Best blowjob I've had all day," Dad announced and gave me a pat on the shoulder.
"You're not going to cum in his mouth, are you?"
"Why not? I'll be doing him a favor. He's got to get used to the taste if he wants to be good cocksucker."
"Don't listen to him, sweetie. You don't have to let him cum in your mouth if you don't want to." I couldn't believe I was hearing my mother reassuring me with these words.
"Leave him alone, he's doing fine. How about instead of all that squawking you get off your butt and show me some ass."
"I will not," she insisted, but didn't sound very convincing. "I'm not about to get naked with my own son in the room."
"C'mon, the boy has already seen your tits, what's the big deal over a little ass?"
I heard some movement from the sofa, but I wasn't sure what she was doing. I had my eyes closed and was trying to soak in every ounce of the experience of sucking a cock for the very first time. As I pushed myself to take him deeper I felt the bristle of his pubic hair brush the tip of my nose. I could also smell the distinctive odor of his sweat. It was a smell I was familiar with from working next to him under the hood of the car, or that summer we tore down the old porch and built a new deck just the two of us. It was a damn fine deck, too. His smell had always defined masculinity for me. Dad came by his sweat with honest, hard work and he wasn't ashamed of it. I breathed him in and kept on loving him with my mouth.
"That is one tasty looking haunch, wouldn't you say, son?"
I glanced over and saw my mom on the couch on her hands and knees. Her pants were down and her butt was bared in the flickering light. The first thing I noticed was that she had the letters FTL tattooed on her left cheek! This night was full of surprises.
These were my father's initials. "Faster Than Lightning" he would always tell us they stood for, but his track-and-field days were long behind him. Now they just meant Francis Theodore Lawson. And there they were, emblazoned across my mother's rump like a brand of ownership.
The second thing I noticed is that mom had a pretty cute ass. On the plump side, as would be expected, but nice and round and smooth. I couldn't see her face, and I'm sure she didn't want to see mine at that moment. As unreal as it all was, I couldn't help getting a big smile at the sight of her uncharacteristically lewd display. I know it sounds weird, but I was feeling happier at that moment than I had in ages.
"Geez, nice ass, Mom!" I said it like I was telling her how much I liked a dinner she'd cooked.
I heard her stifle a giggle in the cushion, and then she gave her backside a teasing wiggle. She was acting all shy and embarrassed, but I had the feeling she was really enjoying this. I'd never actually thought of my mother as having any sort of sexual side to her. It was quickly becoming obvious that there was a lot about my parents that I didn't know. I licked the head of my dad's cock, wondering what other revelations they might have in store for me.
"Hear that, Elise, our boy wants to fuck your ass."
"Stop that," Mom scolded. "He said no such thing. Don't put words in his mouth."
"I'm too busy putting something else in his mouth right now," he laughed. I could feel him watching me for a few moments. Even in something as twisted as this I still wanted him to be proud of me, so I focused on doing it as well as I could. "How you holding up down there, son? Not easy working a big hog like mine, is it?"
"I'm alright," I insisted and kept right on sucking.
"Hey, babe, how about you come over here and show him how a pro does it?"
"Frank, don't you think you're taking this a little too far, for goodness sakes?"
"I seen my mother sucking cock before I was his age and it didn't do me any harm."
"That's debatable." Even as my mother was protesting she was apparently going along with my father's request. I was beginning to realize that her seeming resistance was nothing but show.
She knelt down on the other side of the easy chair. I could see that she'd left her pants and underwear behind on the sofa, and her blouse remained unbuttoned. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had a devilish sparkle in them that I'd never seen before.
"You're doing real good, Mitch," she said in a soothing, motherly way that didn't match what was going on at all. "Don't try to keep your mouth so wide open, though, just relax your jaw. That's better. Your father can take ages to cum sometimes, and you have to keep your jaw loose or you'll be sore for a day or two by the time he gets off."
I felt Mom's soft fingertips massage the sides of my face just in front of my ears. I tried to do as she instructed and found it was more comfortable.
"Yow!" my dad let out with a jerk. "Watch the teeth, kid."
"Sorry," I offered, feeling foolish.
"Here, honey, like this." With that my mother grabbed a hold of his thick cock, wet with my saliva, and took it into her mouth.
She slid her lips easily up and down his length. It looked effortless. When she reached the point halfway down his shaft she didn't show any signs of gagging like I had. Her one hand fondled his big, loose balls, while the other worked the lower part of his cock in perfect harmony with the motions of her mouth.
"Ah, now that's the good stuff," my dad sighed contentedly. "Don't get me wrong, Mitch, you were doing all right for your first time, but nobody can suck a dick like your mother here."
For the next minute we both watched her going at it like it was what she was born to do. My dad unbuttoned his shirt and scratched his hairy belly. He rested a hand on the back of Mom's head. I guess this was some kind of signal between them because Mom rose up and did something I wouldn't have thought was possible for her.
With one, smooth motion she lowered her head and swallowed my father's entire cock. Her lips were all the way at the base, and almost half his length must have been down her throat. This sweet little woman who had tucked me into bed, and made me chicken soup when I was sick, was deep-throating a huge cock right in front of me like a seasoned porn star.
She jiggled her head around and my father let out a moan. It was more than amazing to witness. Mom slowly backed off, and gasped for air. She looked across at me with an expression of awkward pride.
"Wow, Mom, that was something else!" I blurted out.
"Don't you go trying that right off. It takes a lot of practice." A little drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of dad's cock. Mom casually licked it up, then realized what she'd just done. "Oops, sorry. Did you want that? I didn't mean to be selfish."
She worked Dad's cock with her hand in a sort of milking style. Seconds later another pearl of pre-cum emerged.
"There you go, sweetheart, all for you."
I leaned over and lapped my tongue along the gaping little slit at the end of my father's cock as my mom held it steady for me. It didn't taste like much, but there was a little salty something there. It wasn't at all unpleasant and I found myself wanting more.
My mom angled the penis in her hand toward me, rubbing the end against my lips.
"Go ahead, now. Suck Daddy's cock like a good boy," she said.
I took my father in my mouth again, and tried to copy the way my mom had done it. Now that I was less nervous I was able to get a better sense of what I was doing and feeling. My mother's hand caressed my face lightly as I worked the hard cock up and down. Moments later I felt her face next to mine. She was sucking Dad's balls. I felt his thickness swell momentarily right when she started licking his sack. I certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore, and maybe I'd regret all this later, but as it was happening it was the most exciting and wonderful thing I'd ever experienced.
"You two make a damn good team," Dad told us. His hand touched the top of my head. He wasn't forcing me down on his hard-on or anything, but it his way of letting me know I was making the grade.
My mom worked her mouth up from Dad's balls to the lower part of his shaft. I gave way and she came right up toward the head. I let her take over and went down and had my turn with his balls. It felt strange and fantastic all at the same time. I heard Mom making a humming moan as she sucked away. I tongued and sucked my father's scrotum with my mother's cheek touching against mine each time her head bobbed down.
It was about this time that I noticed something else was going on. My mom was using one of her hands on my dad's dick, but the other one was out of sight. From the way her shoulder was moving it was clear that she was touching herself–and doing so rather vigorously, I might add. Not only was my darling mother expertly sucking cock right in front of me, but she was shamelessly masturbating herself as well! I didn't know if my mind could take many more bombshells.
I moved up Dad's length just the way Mom had. She backed off a little to let me take control, but not completely. The two of us ended up kissing and licking Dad's cockhead together at the same time. Our lips and tongues touched several times as we did. Each time it happened, a little bolt of electric happiness raced across my skin and gathered in a tingling swirl at a spot just below my balls.
The two of us slid our mouths down either side of his rigid shaft. We were in perfect harmony, like we'd been doing this together for years and knew just what the other was thinking. Dad was starting to twist in his chair. He was getting close to going off.
"You doing okay, sweetie?" my mom asked me with a note of caring concern.
"Very okay," I nodded and smiled.
"You like sucking cock, don't you?" She kissed the penis between us lovingly. Mom wasn't making any effort to conceal the fact that she was busy pleasuring herself as we talked.
"I guess so." I gave it a kiss myself. "And I'm glad you're the one teaching me, Mom."
"This isn't too upsetting for you, is it, dear? Seeing your own mother acting like such a dirty tramp, I mean. You must think I'm awful for sucking your father's cock and fingering my pussy with you right here to see it."
"This isn't at all how I expected things to go tonight. I was worried about you being upset when I told you I was gay."
"Oh, please, give me a little credit." My mom's hand was leisurely stroking my father's wet cock as she talked. I also noticed her hand move up to her chest. I couldn't really see exactly what she was doing with Dad's legs stretched out in between us and propped up on the leg rest of the recliner, but it looked like she was probably teasing and tugging on her nipples like there was nothing to it. "I knew you were probably that way even before you could talk."
"What? You thought I'd be gay back when I was only a baby?"
"I told her you'd be a fruit when you grew up," my dad jumped in, "but she kept saying you could go either way."
"It's not that I care one way or the other. I'll always love you no matter what you are," she was quick to assure me, "but when you started dressing up in my underthings a few years back, that's when I knew for sure."
"You knew about that?"
"I didn't mind. I thought it was cute." Mom straightened up, bringing her fleshy tits into view. She leaned in enough so she could rub the head of Dad's cock in little circles around one of her nipples. I couldn't stop staring. "I liked when I would find the smell of you on my panties or bra. That's how I knew what you were up to."
I expected to be more embarrassed about this. Putting on my mother's bras and panties and prancing around the house like I was a girl was one of my most shameful secrets, and she'd known all along. I looked up at my dad wondering if he had known too.
"Nothing wrong with tucking your cock and balls into a nice silky pair of panties now and again, son," he said with a wink. "I'd sometimes take a pair of your mother's undies along with me on the road and wear them while I was driving."
At least I was beginning to understand where I had inherited my sexual freakiness from. These two were kinkier than I ever could have suspected. How did I never notice it before?
"So, you're both fine with me being this way?"
"You're still young, sweetheart, don't try to figure it all out at once. Sex isn't just one thing or the other. It's a confusing beautiful mix of desires, pleasures, and mysteries. Look at us, we're nearly fifty years old and we're still discovering new things."
"Like what's happening now?" I pointed out with a grin.
"To be honest," my mom blushed so that even in the dim light I could see it, "Dad and I have been fantasizing about this for a while now."
I didn't know what to say to that, but it somehow made me feel good inside.
"C'mon you two," my dad grumbled, "less talk and more cock!"
"What do you say, honey? You think you can finish your father off?"
I nodded, and Mom let me take over his dick. I couldn't wait to get it back in my mouth. It went in smooth and easy. I managed not to gag this time when it bumped against the back of my throat. For all the countless times I imagined how good it would be to suck a stiff cock, the reality was so much better.
The best part was that it wasn't some stranger I'd met in a seedy bar, or happening somewhere like a skanky motel. It was here in my own house with someone I cared about and who had loved me my whole life. I know it doesn't seem natural to be doing sex stuff with your parents, but I couldn't think of a better way experiment than with two people who have always wanted only the best for me.
I sucked Dad's thick cock, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good and show him how much I appreciated everything he ever did for me. I heard my mother let out a little moan. I opened my eyes and saw that she had shrugged off her blouse and bra. She was still on her knees opposite me, now completely naked. Mom leaned back, watching her only son performing oral sex on her husband, and ran her hand over the round swell of her belly and down between her legs. She resumed openly masturbating herself as she enjoyed the show. I couldn't believe that this saint of a woman could be so raunchy.
"That's it, Mitch, suck your Daddy's fat cock," she coached in a husky whisper. "Move your whole body, not just your head…you got it, good…"
My father's body was responding now. He circled his hips, thrusting slightly to match my rhythm. I tried to concentrate on blowing my dad, but I couldn't help stealing looks at my naked mom playing with herself just a few feet away from me. There was no doubt in my mind that cock was my thing, but I couldn't deny that Mom's feminine sexuality was turning me on, too.
"Daddy's going to cum in your mouth, Mitch," Mom panted as she rubbed her tits and pussy at the same time. "It's going to be a big, creamy load of cum, so make sure you're ready for it, sweetie."
Seeing how much this was getting her off made me want to make a good show of it. I started humming and turning my head the way I'd seen her do it. This got a shuddering moan out of Mom, and a small grunt of pleasure from my dad. My jaw was on fire, but I kept going as hard and as fast as I could.
"You like that, don't you, sweetie? You like how Daddy is fucking your mouth." Mom was really going at her cunt like she was out of control. "You look so cute sucking that big cock."
"Holy fuck, son, here it comes," my dad announced and I felt his body tense up.
Suddenly there was that warm, thick flow my Mom had warned me about splashing against the back of my throat. I swallowed, but there was more. I swallowed again, but it still kept coming. I choked a little, but I held it all in my mouth as I continued to go at Dad's cock. When the spurts slowed to oozing pulses of fresh semen I was able to gather my senses enough to notice the taste. I had always been curious about the flavor of my own cum, but never got up the will to actually sample it after I'd had an orgasm. I was afraid I wouldn't like it.
My dad's wad coated my tongue, and I discovered that I loved it. It was weird and different, but it was better than I had expected. Maybe it was the idea that I was tasting something that came out of his cock–the very same fluid that had essentially brought me into existence–and I knew I wanted more of it.
"Shit, that was good," he sighed and slumped back in his easy chair. Meanwhile, Mom was reaching her own climax.
"That was so darn hot!" she cried out.
Both Dad and I turned our attention to her. I swirled the traces of my father's semen around in my mouth as I watched my naked mom on her knees pounding away at herself.
"I can't believe I'm really doing this in front of you.
An hour earlier I'd never thought of my mother as anything more than a cute, matronly little homemaker, but seeing her writhing body in the heat of passion forced me to recognize how much more there was to her.
"Do you see what I'm doing, Mitch? See how nasty your Mommy is."
"Your old lady's a real firecracker when she gets going, ain't she?" dad chuckled.
"Very sexy, Mom," I wasn't sure what else to say, but I meant it.
"Can you see my pussy, Mitch, honey? Are you looking at Mommy's naked pussy?"
"I'm looking," I confirmed. I couldn't help finding what she was doing an incredible turn on. Sure I'd been with plenty of girls before, but none of them was anything like this. Here was my middle-aged, chubby Mom going wild with herself and it was ten times hotter than anything the young girls ever did with me.
My dick was as hard as it could get while I watched her grab one tit, squeezing it roughly, then grab the other. She was panting, and wheezing a little, as she humped up and down on her fingers and mercilessly twisted her own nipples.
"Oh, Frank, I shouldn't be doing this in front of him. This is so bad!"
"You're right!" my dad confirmed loudly and shot me another wink. "You're a shameless hussy, woman."
"Is this bad, Mitch?" she moaned breathlessly without slowing her pace in the least. "Is it bad seeing your mother masturbating her big, fat cunny like this?"
I almost couldn't find my voice after hearing her talking like that. My dad gave me a look and nodded.
"Yeah, Mom…it's so bad." I saw my dad smile and knew I was on the right track. "You're such a dirty slut for letting me see your pussy."
She let out a squeal right at the part where I said she was a slut. It was definitely a happy squeal.
"Shoot, Frank, I'm going to cum. Sweet dang, my pussy is about ready to cum!"
"Let loose, woman," Dad egged her on. "Show your boy that pretty O-face of yours."
"Go ahead, Mom. I want to see you cum!"
"You do? You really want to see Mommy ca…ca…cuuuuuuum!"
Her body whiplashed all of the sudden. Her face lit up, her mouth opened wide, and a pink hue rose up all over her pale naked skin. Her round tummy and puffy thighs were jiggling like crazy, and her boobs were flopping up and down loosely as she continued to almost cruelly beat away at her pussy all through her orgasm. Dad was cackling like a horny hyena and I found myself feeling almost giddy at witnessing this beautiful vision of my otherwise virtuous mother finger fucking herself to such a violent cum.
As the last wave of carnal ecstasy ebbed, she let her had fall away from between her legs. I hadn't actually gotten a good view of her down there until that moment. I had thought that she might have been shaved clean, but I could now see that she had a very light covering of wispy blond hairs above and alongside of her now very red and swollen pussy. It was something I never imagined witnessing, yet there it was, my mom's cunt, right out in the open in the middle of our living room. I know I should have been mortified by this, but instead it made me feel so much closer to her. In fact, I'd never felt more like myself in my life than I did at that moment with my parents.
"I'm sorry, Mitch," my mom apologized while trying to catch her breath. "That was very rude of me." She brought her knees together and shyly cupped her hands over her nipples in a too-little-too-late effort at modesty. "I don't know what came over me."
She was suddenly all bashful and couldn't look at me. She was too adorable.
"The problem as I see it," Dad spoke up, "is that we've shown you ours, but you haven't shown us yours. What'd'ya say, Elise? Want to know what your son is packing?"
This got her attention and she looked toward me with a lusty light in her eye. "Oh, Frank, no. He doesn't want to take his penis out in front of us."
"Don't be silly! He's dying to unleash that monster, aren't you, son?"
"Um, sure, I don't mind," was my answer. For some reason I didn't want to let on how badly I wanted this all to continue and not end yet.
"It's up to you, Mitch," Mom assured me, with an unwitting lick of her lips. "If you want to take your cock out, then I suppose that would be okay with me."
It was obvious how much she was dying to see it, and I was quite certain Mom didn't want the night to end yet either.
I stood up and pulled my shirt off over my head. While I was doing this, Dad took the opportunity to kick his pants off the rest of the way, leaving him pretty much naked on his chair. I took off my socks next. I could see that Mom was getting impatient. Instead of hiding her nipples with her hands, she was now rubbing them in slow circles.
After unbuttoning my jeans, I slid them down. I was wearing a tight pair of boxer briefs underneath. My hard-on was pressed against my body, and my prominent bulge didn't leave much to the imagination. Mom let out a little gasp upon seeing it. I wondered how long the two of them had been sharing sexual fantasies about me. I would have never guessed in a million years that my own parents could be horny for my cock.
I took one more glance at the both of them before taking the final plunge. Mom's gaze was fixed on my crotch, and her fingers were tickling up and down her thighs expectantly. Dad appeared just as eager for the unveiling. The manliest man I've ever known was practically drooling over seeing my naked penis. This was either going to end up being the best night of my life, or the cause for a lifetime of therapy.
Without further delay, I dropped my drawers. My hard-on swung forward and stood out proudly for my parents to see. I was never ashamed of my penis, but I had always been somewhat shy about being naked in front of other people. My heart was thumping in my chest and I didn't know what to do next.
"Oh, it's simply precious," my mom said in a fluttering voice.
"That's a helluva tool you got there, boy." My dad sized me up admiringly. "The ladies will really be missing out on a good thing."
"I'll say." Mom said this in a way that made it seem like she wanted to be one of the ladies who didn't miss out. Did my own mother want to actually fuck me? It seemed impossible to contemplate, but so did everything else that was happening.
"Good news is that the guys'll be getting plenty of that prime cock-meat. Won't they, kid? Starting with me."
I wasn't sure I had heard that last part correctly, and I just stood there looking dumb with my dick sticking out.
"How about it, son, mind letting your old man have a go at that bad boy?"
"Uh, okay, if you want."
He smiled and motioned me to come to the side of his chair. Nervously I went to him, almost tripping over my underwear as I did. I stood beside him and offered Dad my erect cock. He eyed it for a moment, then leaned his head over and took it into his mouth. It wasn't possible. My cock was inside my dad's mouth. My father was literally sucking my dick. And my mom was watching while wearing nothing but a wicked grin.
It felt indescribable. I'd had girls suck me off before, but it was nothing like this. It was almost too much good all at once to be able to take it all in. I realized that I was forgetting to breathe.
"Have you gotten a hummer from a guy yet?" Dad paused to ask.
"There are plenty of gals out there that can suck a mean dick, like your mother here, but there's nothing quite like a guy who's at the top of his game for my money."
He once again enveloped my erection with his lips. An involuntary shiver of deep satisfaction coursed through me. I tried to pay attention to what he was doing so I could learn to give this much pleasure, but it was impossible to concentrate.
"Hot darn, I love seeing your father sucking cock," my mom commented excitedly.
"You've seen him do this before?" I stupidly asked.
"Well, I think maybe I might be talking too much." She cast a wary look toward Dad.
"No point in keeping secrets now, Elise, the boy's tickling my tonsils with his dick, for cripes sake."
I saw that Mom had noticed how Dad was getting hard again. With a clumsy effort she stood up from the floor, came over to the chair and took a hold of it, helping his stiffness along.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone," my mom began, using a conspiratorial whisper, "but your father and I are sort of swingers, I guess you could say." She looked at me with concern, waiting for my reaction. Just then my dad's hand settled on one of my butt cheeks and he pulled me deeper into his mouth. Oh, shit that was good. I couldn't even think straight, much less try to process this new information.
"That's cool," is all I heard myself saying.
This response was enough to put my mother at ease, and she gave her husband's prick a few more tugs before she went on.
"We started about ten years ago," she remembered fondly. Mom was telling me all this as casually as if we were sitting around the dinner table swapping stories. "Nothing too crazy, of course, just fooling around with another couple or someone here and there. A way to spice things up a bit."
"I'm surprised Dad was able to talk you into that," I said dreamily, only half listening to what she was saying.
Dad just about choked on my dick. He came off it laughing. "If you want a surprise, listen to this. It was all her idea. Go on, Elise, 'fess up."
My mom tried to hush him, but the cat was out of the bag.
"Oh, fine. Yes, it was my idea. I read about something called wife swapping in one of my romance books–"
"One of her porn books," my dad mumbled around my cock.
"Quiet, you." She gave him a harmless swat. "It's not polite to talk with your mouth full." Mom checked Dad's cock, seemed happy with it, and threw one of her legs over his lap. I didn't know what she was up to at first, but when she mounted him and lowered her drenched pussy down over his shaft it became clear. She had every intention of fucking him with me there to see it all. I was too captivated by the magic I was feeling from Dad's blowjob to even consider that this shouldn't go any further.


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October 26, 1997New and Noteworthy Paperbacks
By LAUREL GRAEBERTHE JEWISH WAR
By Tova Reich. Syracuse University, $16.95.
This novel travels from the Middle East to the Catskills and back again as it relates the odyssey of Yehudi HaGoel, born Jerry Goldberg. Once a head counselor at an upstate New York summer camp, Yehudi becomes king of the self-declared Jewish separatist nation of Judea and Samaria. The book ''resonates like a complex chord,'' Patrick McGrath wrote here in 1995.
FINDING A FORM: Essays
By William H. Gass. Cornell University, $14.95.
The author's fictional form is certainly not the traditional novel. In this collection, which includes book reviews, he excoriates conventional narrative, praising metafictionists and magic realists, from Jorge Luis Borges to Danilo Kis. Fiction's purpose, he writes, is not to mimic nature but to exist as pure art. Earlier this year our reviewer, Maureen Howard, said, ''Against the odds, William Gass . . . has empowered himself to write scripture in an unredemptive time.'' Cornell has also restored to print Gass's 1985 collection, HABITATIONS OF THE WORD ($14.95), which celebrates a traditional form of writing, the essay. But what Gass loves about it is its very openness -- the opportunities for reflection, digression, amplification and metaphor. He has an ''intense, animated, philosophical mind,'' Frank Kermode wrote in these pages. Gass's first novel, OMENSETTER'S LUCK (Penguin, $12.95), is back in print as well. Through dialogue, stream of consciousness and shifting imagery, it chronicles the effect of a newcomer, Brackett Omensetter, on an Ohio town in the 1890's. A naive man blessed with amazing good fortune, Omensetter unsettles everyone, especially the envious preacher. Gass is ''a new writer who has opened haunting new fields of experience to the novel,'' Frederic Morton said in the Book Review in 1966.
GRAND EXPECTATIONS: The United States, 1945-1974
By James T. Patterson. Oxford University, $18.95.
The author analyzes the years between the ends of two very different Presidencies -- those of Franklin D. Roosevelt and Richard Nixon -- a period that began with the approach of peace and prosperity and concluded with scandal and skepticism. This ''sweeping synthesis'' is rendered ''in meticulous detail,'' David Oshinsky wrote here last year. An even broader history is offered by IN THE SHADOW OF WAR: The United States Since the 1930s, by Michael S. Sherry (Yale University, $18). The book argues that American culture is defined by its militarism, which still dominates politics and society despite the end of the cold war. In 1995 our reviewer, Alan Brinkley, called it ''an intelligent narrative'' and a ''provocative interpretation.''
By Jay Gummerman. University of California, $10.95.
Frank Eastman is a tree trimmer for the telephone company in Los Angeles until a fall renders him a paraplegic. After recuperating, he joins a bizarre subculture of stowaways in Disneyland. This first novel ''has cracked the code, revealing the surreal, messed-up face of a happy-on-the-outside land,'' Karen Karbo wrote in these pages in 1995.
By Nina Auerbach. University of Chicago, $12.95.
The ghouls we create are emblematic of our culture, the author writes, tracing the evolution of vampires from folklore to Anne Rice. ''Auerbach presents her arguments with wit and clarity,'' Maureen Duffy said in the Book Review in 1995.
By Guy Garcia. University of California, $11.95.
This novel concerns a crisis of conscience, as David Loya, a Mexican-American lawyer with roots in the barrio and a Harvard degree, is called back to his boyhood turf to help find a missing young woman. ''The Mexican-American experience . . . is made visceral and real,'' Muriel Spanier wrote here in 1989.
By Adam Phillips. Harvard University, $12.
Although it's hard to guess from the title, the subject is psychoanalysis. The author, a British psychotherapist, argues that the point of the treatment is not so much to solve puzzles as to enhance the appreciation of their mystery. Last year our reviewer, Judith Shulevitz, said Phillips wields ''the writerly tools he used to such good effect'' in previous works.
By Laurie Alberts. Hardscrabble/ University Press of New England, $14.95.
The author chronicles 30 years in the lives of the Chartrain family: five children of an alcoholic father and a mother who is dying of cancer. The siblings travel from a painful childhood to uncertain futures in a small Vermont town. The book ''offers a portrait of rural New England stripped of any trace of sentimentality,'' Maggie Garb wrote here in 1996.
By Ira Wolfert. University of Illinois, $16.95.
The New York underworld in the 1920's and 30's is the setting for this novel, just restored to print. The title character is a numbers racketeer who viciously manipulates the lives of the individuals in his employ. Writing in these pages in 1943, Thomas Lyle Collins praised Wolfert's ''distinctive and even poetic style,'' calling the novel ''an important book.''
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It's that time again for a flood of new seasonal menu's to taste and promote. I was graciously invited to attend Evoke's new Spring Menu tasting, for the third time! Joined by other food blogger friends and magazine representatives we were all immediately asked what we would like to drink. The other two tastings I've attended, the staff was attentive and friendly. They make sure your drink and water glasses are full and that you always have a clean fork. This time was no exception. It is a fantastic place to dine.
Evoke is located off of McDowell in the lobby of Le Meridian hotel. Their goal is to offer chic, new-age menu items that focus heavily on house-made pasta, dry-aged steaks and fresh crudo to set your palette soaring with new flavors to taste.
Their new Chef de Cuisine, Rodrigo Velazco, came into the dining room to speak with us before the tasting began. He is charismatic, passionate, humble and serious all wrapped in one chef's coat. Coming from a life in Venezuela, he has experience and commitment to sourcing locally so that he can show his roots on the plate in the revamped spring menu launch. You won't catch him without his two golden spoons!
6 Course Menu Tasting
Yellowfin Tuna | sea beans, saffron pickled fennel, arugula, crispy onion, lemon oil
Burrata Salad | heirloom peeled tomato, brioche crisp, black olive vinaigrette, basil
Lobster & Sweetbreads | peas, mint, lemon, tarragon jus vinaigrette
Pimenton Rigatoni | braised rabbit, fava beans, morels, mint gremolada
Sturgeon | white asparagus, fennel, pearl onions, grapes, di vitello jus
Corn Cheesecake | burbon mousse, rosemary, blueberry
As a parting gift they had four different sea salts to choose from – Porcini, Smoke, Chipotle, Lava. Each was paired with their own miniature golden spoon like what Rodrigo carries around. It was the perfect touch!
Pictured | Jess @sliceofjess Check out her awesome home-made recipes!


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Dance of the Dead, except nowhere near as good. Screwing around with a noose he has as a decoration in his room, Nathan accidentally hangs himself. His mother happens to have discovered a magical tome in the crypt of her church and uses it to resurrect her son. Things like that never turn out well in horror movies and Nathan returns as a zombie. Except, only a little bit. While he's dead, he's not aware that anything is wrong other than he's discovered he has super-strength, has no sense of pain and finds normal food disgusting. Later, in a fit of rage at a school dance, he bites -- but does not eat -- a chunk of a rival's cheek off. This sets off a zombie plague that consumes the high school students in town.
The big problem I have with the film is it wants to both have and eat its cake. While cake-Nathan is a zombie, they never really make him a real zombie because they're more interested in keeping him presentable as the male romantic lead. Though it's necessary to have Nathan bite someone to kick of the plague, they're sure to show him spitting the cheek bits out. Even though he'd been complaining about being hungry the entire day, he's not allowed to eat zombie food because that would ruin his desirability. While every other zombie in town runs around and eats people -- normal zombie behavior -- Nathan inexplicably remains Nathan and never loses control. Worse, they come up with a ridiculous zombie cure at the end of the film -- his mother happens to observe that a snake bite will cure being dead -- and Nathan is allowed to return to normal and date his crush. Weak.
Watched: DVD from Lionsgate.
Tales from the Darkside 1.08: "The Word Processor of the Gods" (1984) directed by Michael Gornick
I have great fondness for this story from childhood. Due to its lack of swearing and gore, it was one of the Stephen King audiobooks my dad let me listen to as a wee lad. It's a nice little piece of wish-fulfillment in which a homemade word processor (for you kids: a computer that could only run a primitive version of Word) takes the place of Aladdin's genie. Elevating things a bit is King's typically strong characterization. What would I type on this machine? Well, first, "this word process will never break" might make sense, considering the ending. After that: pizza and beer for everyone on the planet.
Tales from the Darkside 1.09: "A Case of the Stubborns" (1984) directed by Gerald Cotts
As soon as this one started, memories of this episode from 28 years ago came back to me. It's one of those that just sticks in your head due to its premise. As a family mourns their father/grandfather's death the prior night, he comes walking down the stairs and demands breakfast. Turns out he's so darned stubborn, he refuses to believe he's died. As the days go on, Grandpa begins to look and smell worse and worse, but nothing -- not doctor nor preacher -- will convince him of his lack of life. A great episode that perfectly captures the flavor of a tall tale or fable.


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Get Out The Way is back with a special Urban Sports Week Amsterdam edition. In 2012 this fun race was organized for the first time, proving a huge success. On Friday April 29 the second edition of the event will take place. This time it promises to be even more spectacular.
The objective of the contest is simple: teams of two inline skaters need to get from one point to another as fast they can, completing assignments on their way and posting clips on Instagram. By adding hashtags #GOTWBitch and #USWA2016 a jury can watch on and award points.
Teams can earn points based on speed, style and creativity. The team which scores most points will be the winners. Last time's victors, Eric Droogh and Tjeerd Weijers, will be back to defend their title.
Although some inline experience is required for completing the assignments, Get Out The Way is open for everybody. If you can skate around the city and if you're not afraid to try a few jumps you're good.
The start will be Friday night at the Museum Square ramp, right after the Dutch Open Championship Spine Ramp. At the start the checkpoints will be revealed where the assignments can be found.
For spectators the best spot to see some action is at the finish line in the Westerpark. Here a party awaits the teams and their fans. Friday night the Westergasfabriek will be the scene of the Urban Scene Party. Tickets (€5) for the party can be purchased at the door.