Chapter 4
By the time he slipped quietly out of his sister's bedroom and stole down the hall toward his own door, the whole house was dark and silent. Their parents had gone on to bed, which meant that he had to be especially careful.
Slowing his pace to a furtive skulk, Mike moved on tiptoe as he approached his folks' room. A shaft of yellow light spilled from beneath their closed door, warning him that they were still awake. And at the moment, he sure wouldn't want to have to explain what he was doing sneaking naked through the hall at this time of night with his clothes clutched in a bundle under his arm!
Not daring to even breathe, he eased silently forward with heart thumping and blood racing.
He was almost past, just a few shorts steps from the safety of his own room, when an abrupt sound froze him to the spot.
"Ahhmmm . . . "
Poised in the darkness and caught literally in mid-step, Mike heard a muffled moan drift out to the hallway to meet him.
At first he wasn't really sure he'd even heard it. His nerves were so tense that any household creak or groan at all would have been enough to have his throat constricting and his stomach wrenching with the fear of discovery.
But then it came again, floating from beyond his parents' door. And this time, the sound was unmistakable.
"Ann! Oh yes! Yessss!"
It was his mother's voice, purring with a deep throaty tone un-like any he'd heard before.
Before he quite had time to take in the meaning of that sound, his Dad's husky chuckle joined in.
"Yeah, that's it, honey. That's good, real good! Give it to me, give it to me just like that, ahhhh!"
Taken by complete surprise, Mike stood there listening to the ominous gasps and moans that were coming from his folks' bedroom. That could only mean one thing. His Mom and Dad were . . .
They had to be . . .
Oh, shit!
Realization struck full force, shoving the breath between his teeth in a sharp whooshing hiss.
He couldn't believe it. Not his own parents. Not Mom and Dad!
They couldn't be fucking!
Despite all his recent experiences with Vicky and his new-found knowledge of sex, Mike had never once considered the possibility of his own folks doing the same things that he and his big sister enjoyed so much. The mere notion hit him like a clenched fist as he wavered in the hallway in a trance of shock, his face wrenching in confusion and disbelief.
But at the same time there was no denying Jill Duncan's urgent cry as it cut through the darkness, breaking his spellbound daze in an unmistakable wail of bliss.
"Oh God, that feels so damned good! Harder Paul, do it harder! Yes-yesssss!"
His rumpled jeans and shirt slipped from Mike's fingers in a forgotten heap as he overheard that enraptured peal of delight coming from his own Mom's lips.
Unaware of his own motion, he eased forward with ghostly stealth to the closed bedroom door, his mind reeling in stunned fascination at what those sounds meant.
It couldn't be possible. Lots of kids at the high school fucked. At some time or other, just about everybody fucked. Hell, even he and Vicky fucked!
But not a guy's own folks! Holy shit!
Almost before he realized what he was doing, Mike had reached out and grasped the doorknob. He turned it gently, his pulse hammering and his ears roaring to the reverberation of his mother's cries.
Inching it open, he craned his head to peer inside.
The sight that met him made his mouth drop open, and his eyes go round and wide.
"Unnh . . . oh my Gohhd, that's perfect! More, lover! Give me more!"
At that moment Jill wailed again, twisting like a hooked fish onto her husband's cock. Sprawling on hands and knees in the center of their big double bed, she writhed in a dog-like crouch. Her voluptuous nude body twisted and arched in rhythmic undulations, her attractive face slack with oblivious joy and her huge naked tits swinging pendulously with each gyration as she wagged her creamy round ass in the air.
Squatting on his knees behind her and grinning widely at her pleas, Paul Duncan responded with a harsh grunt as he hunched forward to plunge his immensely swollen cock up her cunt with long, hard thrusts.
"Don't worry, babe. You'll get all you can handle-uhhh! Oh Christ, that sweet pussy of yours is hot tonight! Just the way I like it best, oh yeah . . . "
With that pleased throaty growl, he pumped back and forth with long hard strokes, burying his thick meaty cock up her cunt again and again.
Mike saw it all in that first stunned glimpse. He stood in a poised awe of overwhelmed shock, gaping in frank amazement at the spectacle of his nude heaving parents, and not quite able to believe that he was really seeing it.
But it was happening. They were really doing it. His own folks were fucking!
Frozen there in a spellbound haze of mingled disbelief and enthrallment, he saw his Dad's broad muscular body wrench in spasmic gyrations that worked his huge slab-hard prick in and out of his Mom's pussy, its big bloated length sliding back all slick and lathered with her fuck-juices above his massive hairy ball sac, then slicing to its base inside her with harsh slapping jabs.
From where he stood, Mike could even see his Mom's cunt-all fringed in fiery red curls, its thick glistening lips stretched wide around her husband's prick and pooching in and out with his every thrust.
It was a dazed, glassy-eyed Mike who devoured that blatant display, who hovered at the doorway in motionless wonder with his mouth hanging open and his eyes bulging wide in unblinking fascination.
Even though he'd always known somewhere in the back of his mind that his parents must've fucked at some time or other, he'd never in his wildest thoughts imagined the scene that appeared before him now in full vivid detail.
And as his astonished stare slowly took it all in, he'd never imagined the unexpected tingle that suddenly raced through his own young cock, coursing from its limp shaft in a nudge of renewed awareness.
"Oh God, lover, that feels so fucking good! I've been waiting for this all day, so don't hold back! Work my pussy over until it squeals! That's it-oh yes, yessss!"
Writhing and careening to meet her husband's cock jabs with a fluid expertise that plunged her totally onto his prick with every forward lunge, Jill let out an ecstatic cry that shocked her son all over again.
Mike had never heard her use words like "fuck" and "pussy". In fact, it had never before occurred to him that she even knew such words existed.
And, in what came as the greatest surprise of all, he'd never known that his own Mom could have such a sexy, bounteous body.
His gaze swept across her nude rippling figure, soaking up the expanse of pale creamy flesh in front of him as if he were actually seeing her for the very first time. His eyes took in the full ripe display of her naked body, and fastened on the enormous globes of titflesh that jiggled and dangled between her stiffened arms.
His heart seemed to leap into his throat with a choking constriction as he stared at her mammoth bouncing tits, their enormous orbs swinging erratically and big, pink swirled nipples thrusting downward to fat, distended spikes of quivering erection.
His Mom's tits were huge-they were gigantic! They had to be twice the size of Vicky's!
And he'd never even noticed before!
Swallowing hard to dislodge the knot in his throat, he let his attention move across the humping shape of her writhing body until at last it riveted once again on her sopping cock-splayed cunt.
His prick gave a lurch and lifted its bulbous head into the air as he watched his Dad's swollen fuckshaft gouge deep into her slushy red-fringed pussy, reaming her hairy pussy-lips.
As Jill's ass revolved and undulated, he could see her pussy-lips clenching on his father's cock, spilling her fuck-juices across his prickmeat and snapping at his forward lunges as if in an effort to pull him even deeper inside her.
Totally enthralled by the incredible sight, he felt his own cock leap up in automatic reaction. It swelled out in front of him, bobbing and pulsing as if aching to bury itself up that slick cock-gulping cunt.
His own Mom's cunt-ohh, shit!
He stood like that, crouched just beyond the door with a raging hard-on jolting out in front of him, as the couple on the bed fucked each other with increasing fury.
"Do it, babe! Do it good to my cock, so I can shoot this sweet cunt of yours full of cream! I've got a whole day's load all built up and ready, just waiting to fuck you so full of jizz you're going to float away! Work for it, bitch! Work for my jizz!"
Chuckling out a hoarse teasing tone of delight, Paul slammed in and out of his wife's cunt with an intensity that sent shudders of response vibrating through her lush body.
But after all day's horny anticipation, Jill wasn't about to be outdone. She seesawed back to take his lunges and wailed for more, her normal inhibitions blasting out of her in gushes of drooling rapture.
"Then give it to me, damn you! I want all you've got-I want every drop! Fuck the piss out of me and cream me until I explode! Cream me, you big-cocked bastard! Cream meeeee!"
Caught up in the wild abandon of yet another delicious fucking session, husband and wife bucked and heaved atop the rumpled tangle of their bed in a soaring explosion of bliss.
Neither of them was even remotely aware of the youthful pair of eyes watching their every movement, or of the small hiss of breath that slid from the cracked-open bedroom door.
Neither of them noticed as a rigid, totally enthralled Mike slipped a hand down to engulf his pulsating teenage cock, giving it a soothing squeeze as it quivered and strained between his fingers.
Jill and Paul Duncan weren't aware of anything at all but their own unleashed need as they smashed together in approaching orgasm, both of them panting aloud as the first warning twinges swept through their humping bodies.
"You're going to get it now, babe-as much as you can take! I'm going to fuck your cunt right through the floor, bitch! I'm going to fu-uhhh! Oh Christ, that's it, hon! That's fantastic! Unnnnhhhh!"
Unable to endure the sweet familiar suction of his wife's cunt another instant, Paul groaned and drove his cock into her with a last violent heave that sent Jill's ass grinding high off the bed, impaling her utterly.
She gave a muffled shriek into the bedsheets, her own climax blasting in a series of frantic convulsions as she felt the first steamy wads of pent-up cum spew up her pussy.
"Gaaahhh! Gohhlid, yesss! Yes, yes, aaannnhhh!"
They came together, writhing in a mass of furious abandon as Paul pumped his thrashing cock up his wife's cunt chute and shot his loads of jizz deep into her fuckhole.
Mewling in heavenly rapture, Jill rotated her ass to suck his cock dry. Her pussy muscles clenched about his prick in spasms of release, soaking every drop of cum from his big overfilled balls until they were dry.
Reeling in a haze of utter release, they were completely oblivious to Mike's presence as he gave his own cock another squeeze, and let out a gurgling gasp.
"Oh shiiiiit . . . "
Mike's eyes never moved from their twitching bodies, even as they finally sank onto the bed in breathless satisfaction and clung to each other in a last lingering attempt to capture the final tingles of orgasm that sparked through them.
"Ahhhhh . . . oh yeah, that was nice, babe. So damned nice . . . even better than last night! I don't know how manage to outdo yourself, but keep it up. You won't get any complaints out of me!"
Finally rolling from atop his wife's limp body with a happy sigh, Paul sank to his own side of the bed in a satisfied heap.
His big emptied cock slid from Jill's pussy, and a burst of cock ooze leaked between her still-flared cuntlips. She wiggled a bit to feel all his precious cum sloshing inside her, crooning throatily as its excess drooled out of her in a thick, syrupy trickle.
Unaware that her son stood only a short distance away with a hand clenched on his cock, watching her every motion, she finally rose onto an elbow and let a lusty smile glide across her full lips.
"Oh yes, that certainly filled me up, all right! But . . . but I could still use just a little more, if you're interested. Paul? Honey? How about a second helping . . . ? "
Her cunt shivered with creamy delight, already aglow again with the anticipation of another bout.
But it was too late.
Paul was already asleep.