Chapter 2
Though lights were burning in the living room and kitchen when Robbie got home, there was no sign of his family. His sister had gone to spend the night with a girlfriend. But he had expected to find his parents sitting side by side in front of the television, the way they usually did until the end of the eleven o'clock news. The television was on, voices babbling in vain for the entertainment of an absent audience.
On the coffee table, Robbie found an empty bottie of champagne, and two equally empty glasses. He thought he was beginning to understand what had happened to his parents. The had taken advantage of an evening alone to get tipsy and retire to the bedroom for fun and games. He blushed to think of what his parents might be doing upstairs, right at that very moment. It seemed ironic to the boy that his mother should be in bed with his dad on the very night that he had been watching a porn movie and thinking of her. It was not just in his imagination that his mother had been enjoying her pleasure!
The show was one which Robbie usually liked to watch. Tonight, however, he had heavier things on his mind. He was still possessed by lurid memories of the film he and Tom had watched. His excitement was fired further by the realization that his parents were probably making reality of the pleasures that for him remained part of the world of fantasy.
His folks were usually discreet about their lovemaking. Robbie had no idea when they made love, how often, or how much they enjoyed it. He had rejected Tom's suggestion that his father might have outside sexual interests purely on the grounds of adolescent faith in the perfection of his parents. He was old enough to know there were many things less than perfect about his parents. But he wanted and needed, to believe that his folks were a perfect pair, a fact of life as predictable as Winter's frost, or turkey on Thanksgiving. He had seen several of his friends suffer through parental divorce. He did not want to experience their agony. However much sex it took to keep parents together, that was how much he wanted to exist between his mom and dad.
Though normally Robbie was ready to fight tooth and nail before he would allow himself to be sent to bed before late-night sports news, he began to climb the stairs. He told himself he would read for a while until the news came on. Yet, at his parents' bedroom door, he automatically paused to listen. He could hear murmuring voices, not distinct enough to let him know exactly what was going on in there.
When he put his ear closer to the door, it slipped open a couple of inches. Apparently, it had not been firmly closed.
The boy's heart leaped to his throat at the thought that he might be discovered hovering outside of the master bedroom. The first sounds that reached his ears reassured him that he would not be discovered, and also made his heart pound and his cock jerk in his pants.
"Oh Hank, don't tease me any more, darling! I want you to screw me! Please do it! Pleee-ze!"
His father's voice sounded muffled. "Don't be a greedy cunt, Mary! Can't you stand to have me lick your pussy for just a few more minutes? Your twat seems to like it! It's awfully wet!"
"Oh God . . . .it feels wonderful, Hank! . . . But I want something filling in meeee! I want your big cock, darling!"
The moans and whimpers went on. Robbie stared at the doorknob for several moments. He was frozen by the raw reality of what was going on on the other side of the door. Part of him wanted fiercely to peek through the crack the door had made when it opened. Part of him wanted to hightail it out of there.
It had been one thing to watch a movie and think that the woman sucking cock and screwing looked like his mother. But Robbie did not know if he could stand the shock of actually watching his mother squirming in the primitive throes of passion. He did not know if he really wanted to know what went on between his mother and his dad. He was not sure if things would ever be the same between him and his mom if he looked at her now.
He weighed all the pros and cons of his illicit position, crouching outside of his parents' bedroom. In the end, lust won out over the futile struggles of reason. Robbie took a deep breath and put his eyes to the crack.
He was prepared to be shocked, but not as shocked as he became!
What was going on on his parents' bed was even more raunchy than what Robbie had watched on Tom's dad's home-movie screen. His mother was lying on her back on the bed, her knees pulled up, her pussy bared to his dad's dark, probing head.
She was wearing her sexy nightgown-the one the family had watched her unwrap at Christmas, and which the kids had not seen since. It was pulled lewdly up to her waist. Her tits had been pulled up out of the front of its lacy bodice, and were held together by the nightgown's bodice seam. The sight of her twin round mounds made Robbie's cock throb, which immediately made him blush again.
He watched her tossing her shoulder-length blonde hair from side to side on the mattress. Her eyes were closed. Her face wore an expression of ecstasy. One hand reached to caress her bare tit. Her nipples were already hard, long and dark pink. Her other hand reached for her husband's thick, dark hair. She pulled him, by a handful of his dark curls, closer in against her cunt. At the same time, she ground her hips wantonly.
Robbie's eyes were wide with disbelief. His own mother was even sexier than the woman in the movie, a woman who got paid to.be sexy!
His own mother-the woman Robbie obeyed at once whenever she told him to take out the garbage-was writhing like an abandoned whore under his dad's skilled tonguing. She was acting as if she wanted nothing more out of life than to be exactly where she was-legs spread, tits exposed, body wracked with moist, resounding pleasure!
Though his body was reacting with swelling excitement, and part of his mind too was intensely aroused, there was a part of Robbie that did not approve of what he was seeing. His mother--the most beautiful woman he knew-was acting right now as if Hank, her husband, and Robbie's dad, were the only man in her life.
Though he knew it was nuts, Robbie felt an instinctive jealousy. She was his mom! His favorite person! What was she doing writhing on the bed with that big grunting guy as if she had no responsibilities on earth, as if she did not have a family who looked up to her?
The part of Robbie that was reacting with pure excitement was gradually gaining the upper hand. The boy pressed his nose a little farther into the crack in the door. He was trying to get a better look at his mom's blonde-fringed snatch, but his dad's head was in the way. His dad was so busy tonguing his mother to distraction that he barely had time to come up for air. A couple of times, he raised his head to speak to his wife, to further arouse her. Then, Robbie could catch a glimpse of his mother's soft, pink cunt-slit. He could see that her hair was darker there than it was on her head, yet still it was unmistakably blonde. It was matted to the outer lips of her pussy, which were wet with excitement. Robbie realized that wet hair always looked darker, and a chill of depraved arousal shot through him. He was staring at his own mother's wet, greedy cunt, examining her aroused slit as if it were just another illustration in a magazine . . .another porn movie!
Yet there was no denying it was more than that. The boy's cock had never throbbed so hard and painfully, not even for the woman in the film. His body had never trembled so, not for any fantasy.
There was definitely something special about staring at a real cunt, in the flesh. For Robbie, there was some extra thrill in the absorbing, yet reluctant thought that it was his own mother's cunt he was staring at!
"Ooooohhh ... Hank . . . you don't know what you're doing to me! You're driving me crazy, darling! Oh God, you make me feel so weak!"
"Yeah . . . what you need, baby, is a shot of hormones!"
Right before his son's awestruck gaze, the father scrambled up over his wife's lewdly splayed body. He wriggled his hips between her thighs, making sure she was good and open for him. She cooperated by spreading her legs wide as she could get them. She brought them up, wrapping them around his waist, trying to pull him into her.
But Hank was not quite ready yet. There was something more he wanted from her. "You want it, baby? You want something from your old man, eh?"
The watching boy licked his lips urgently. He realized his dad must be grazing his swollen cock right along his mother's pussy. He was teasing her, bringing her to the brink of desperation. He was going to force her to beg for it before he would give her what she so obviously craved!
Though the boy thought he did not like to see his mother debased so rudely, he felt a definite twinge in his cock as he watched. He realized that there were things he did not understand about the nature of pleasure.
It was clear that the woman had none of the qualms about her debasement that her son did, She squirmed her hips erotically against the big man's loins. She dug her fingernails into his back in her frenzy to possess him. "Oh God, Hank ... do it to meee! Screw meeeee!"
Her last squealing cry of sexual greed was more than her husband could resist. Robbie watched his father's buttocks flex. He heard his mother's long, drawn-out whine of ecstasy. He knew his father had buried his cock deep inside of his mother's cunt!
And, before the man had had time to enjoy the first heady rush of victory, the woman was moaning and writhing, struggling to force him into activity. There was no doubt about what she wanted. She wanted her pussy screwed, good and hard!"
The boy was impressed by the vigor with which his father began to move over his overwrought mother. Bracing himself on either side of her shoulders, he shoved his cock info her pussy in long, forceful strokes. Each thrust drove a groan from deep in her throat. Robbie realized that the voice with which she uttered her moans did not even sound like the familiar voice of his mother. It was more hoarse, more guttural, and the things she was saying certainly did not sound like anything he ever expected to hear coming out of his mother's mouth!
"Christ, Hank ... do it to me harder! Yes, that's it! Like that, darling! Oh God, I love the way you do it to me!" She turned her head to one side and closed her eyes tightly.
Robbie was transfixed by the look of ecstatic concentration she wore. He had never seen any human being look so thoroughly, wantonly pleased with herself and her place on Earth. Though for the moment she was holding her head very still, as if to concentrate on every movement of her husband's cock, her hips were moving with even more energy than before. She shimmied her ass upward to meet her husband's stroke with the same thrust-power that he was sending into her. Robbie wondered why it did not hurt, doing it-so hard like that. He realized that his parents must be in a place where pain did not occur, a wonderful place where even pain was pleasure!
"Jeez, you sure know how to take it, beautiful! Your pussy's still tight as it ever was . . . shit, I love the way it squeezes me!"
Again, Robbie was intensely aware of his own trembling. He was aware of the shocking vulgarity of the words his father had just uttered. They were not words he was ever meant to hear. Hearing them brought home with full force the lurid depravity of what he was doing. To his own amazement, instead of feeling ashamed of himself, he only felt an incredibly intense excitement, an excitement that he could not entirely comprehend.
He knew life at home would never be quite the same, now that he had witnessed his parents sexual beings. He was gaining new respect for his father, whom he had always thought vaguely as kind of old, even though he knew he was thirty-seven, a lot younger than, for instance, his grandfather. Now, he knew that being thirty-seven did not have anything to do with being old. A man who could maneuver his hips the way his father was doing was not old.
Robbie realized that his father could probably beat him any day in a push-up contest. He realized too that his father knew all about how to please a woman. He wished he could talk to his dad about that. He wanted to learn how, too. Watching his parents making love made him realize more sharply than ever how much he wanted to become a, lover. He wanted a sexual life more thrilling than merely hovering under the blankets alone with a girlie magazine and an exhausted wrist.
It was his mother, more than his father, that he knew would never be the same for him. He feared he might not be able to look her in the eye again without thinking of how she looked with her tits pushed up through the front of her nightie, with her husband's head buried against her pussy, and with his father's cock working its well-lubricated way in and out of her cunt!
'"Oh, Hank! . . . you're pushing me so high, darling! Oh God . . . it's so good! My pussy feels so good!"
His body steeped in rekindled lust, Robbie watched his mother grab hold of his father's shoulders paling cock. Her eyes were no longer closed. They were wide open and desperate-looking. Robbie realized she was almost there-his mother was about to cum!
There was no time left for detached thinking about how the future would be, now that he had seen his parents with their pants down, so to speak. His mother's anxious, striving excitement was contagious. Robbie felt himself leaning farther into the door, as though trying to help push her over the top . . . help her go where she wanted to go so badly.
The boy realized his father was doing everything he could to make it good for his mother. He sensed that his dad was a good lover to his mom. He was glad to know his parents were so compatible, and yet at the same time he again felt that "left out" feeling. He did not even exist for his mother at .this moment. He knew that, and it hurt.
Whatever did exist for the big-breasted blonde was enough to bring her the orgasm she craved. In the last moments of abandon, she reached for her clitoris and began to nudge it with her fingertips. The added stimulus seemed to be just what she needed to destroy the last shred of her body's resistance to surrender. Almost immediately, her face took on the big-eyed, open-mouthed look that Robbie had seen a short while ago on the face of the blonde in the porn movie. It shocked him that he had recognized the resemblance between his mother and the other woman just at the moment when she was most immersed in lust. Somehow, he had known his mother would look this way even before he saw her!
"Ooooohhh . . . Hank . . . I can feel your cock getting bigger in mee! Oh Hank ... I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
Robbie watched his father's body shudder convulsively as his mother clung to him in climactic desperation. The swelling she had felt inside of her was the last swelling of his father's cock as he started to cum!
"Look out, beautiful! Here comes a cuntful! . . . tfuuuuhhhh ..."
After watching his parents writhe together in joyous release for what seemed a time-suspended eternity, Robbie crept off to his own room. He lay down on his bed, fully clothed, and thought through all that he had seen and done that night.
It filled him full of thoughts and wonder. When he could not hold anymore, he fell asleep. He dreamed that night about a full-busted woman with a round ass and a bottomless appetite for pleasure. It took him a great deal of time to identify the woman, but when he did, he woke up in a cold sweat
It was his mother . . . and she was naked, beckoning him, wanting him.
He was embarrassed by the hard cock the dream had provoked. He did not want to face the forbidden fact that he wanted her too!