Chapter 1
I listened to my parents talking quietly in the room below. Closing the book I had been reading for English Lit class, I turned out the light. Wearing only a long T-shirt, I crept silently from my bedroom to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
The house I shared with my parents and brother was old, with large rooms and lots of storage space. In fact, one whole end of the upstairs bathroom was nothing but a series of closets large and small. The largest one, with a shelf along the back wall, was tall enough to allow me to stand up. This was where we hung winter coats. Closing the door behind me, I pushed the coats aside and took a seat on the low shelf.
I don't remember how I discovered the peep hole or how it even came to be there. All I know is that it gave me a view of the entire room. I'd spent many enjoyable evenings hiding in that bathroom closet watching my parents (and once, my Uncle Robert and his wife who were visiting).
At the thought of my Uncle Robert, I remembered that most of the conversation over dinner had been his sudden divorce. And then my mother's announcement that her brother would be coming to stay with us for a while. My father, who owns an advertising agency, had promised him a job as an artist and photographer.
"He'll be working closely with you on a couple of jobs," my father said.
I nodded in agreement. I had worked for my father since my sophomore year of college, writing and proofing ad copy. Upon graduation, I was guaranteed a job as an account rep with the firm. This was my final year and I could hardly wait.
"Let him help you write some copy, too," he added, cutting into my thoughts. "That might be something else he's good at."
Just after dinner, my parents had retired to the deck on the back of the house. I followed later and stood at the back door watching them holding hands, talking softly to each other and kissing from time to time. The talk about Uncle Robert and this unexpected divorce continued, but the sexual tension filled the air around us. Instinctively, I knew there would be a show later that night.
As I settled into my hiding place, I remembered watching Uncle Robert and his wife frolicking around in my parents' bed. He was pretty good at that, too, I thought. A little shiver ran through me. With my hand up under my T-shirt, I squeezed my tingling pussy. My aunt seemed to think he was pretty good, too. She must have climaxed five times just while he was licking her pussy. And then when he started fucking her.. .
My erotic thoughts were interrupted when my parents came into their bedroom. The lamp on either side of the bed bathed the room in a warm glow. They stopped just inside the door and kissed, pressing the full length of their bodies close together. Dad's hands slid down her back, pulling her even tighter against him as their tongues battled furiously.
Again, I shivered with desire. From the time I started working with him, I began to see him as a man. Dark and handsome, he was short and stockily built.
"Oh, Vic," my mother moaned when they finally came up for air.
"I've thought about this all day," he told her, squeezing her hips with both hands.
She was rubbing his crotch with both hands, moaning again as he licked her long, graceful neck.
As I watched, my pussy growing loose and moist, he worked a thigh between her legs. She humped it slowly, taking his tongue into her mouth again.
They began undressing each other, licking, kissing and caressing each inch of flesh as it was exposed. My mother went to her knees in front of my father. She rubbed her nose in his dark pubic hair while pumping his long, thick cock with one hand. Her experienced lips and tongue brought him to a complete, throbbing erection in minutes.
"Billie, your mouth is so damn good!" he muttered, watching her swallow him inch by inch.
"You're no slouch yourself," she replied.
Standing up, she curled her fingers around his wet cock and led him to the bed. Despite her age, 48, my mother has a wonderful body. We're pretty much the same size, but her breasts are larger and heavier than mine. She has full, rounded womanly hips, but her stomach is flat, her thighs firm and smooth.
At that moment, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with my father's cock in her mouth again. Her naked body was bathed in the warm glow of the lamps, making her look even more beautiful.
I saw her hand between his legs, fondling his balls tenderly. Always attracted to older men, I had sex earlier that afternoon with one of my professors in his office. My pussy was still tender from that, but the sight of my mother fondling my father's balls turned the tingle into an ache. I pushed the tips of two fingers just inside and worked them in a small circle. Pleasure rippled through me.
"If you keep this up.. . " My father's warning ended with a little gasp.
Ducking her head lower, my mother licked his balls until they were gleaming wetly. She sucked first one and then the other into her mouth.
"Lie down," she whispered.
My father did as she instructed as my mother slid to her knees on the floor. She coaxed his legs wide apart and his groans filled the room when her mouth returned to his balls. That groan grew louder when her tongue slithered down his crack to his puckered anus. My mother had one hand wrapped around his gigantic prick, the other on his wet balls.
By this time, I had two fingers buried deep in my pussy. Struggling to sit still, I gazed longingly at the erotic sight of my mother tonguing my father's ass-hole. How I longed to be in her place!
"Suck it, woman." There was an urgent sound to his voice and he was humping her hand steadily. "Suck my ass."
From my vantage point, I could see everything. She worked the skin of his cock up and down quickly. Her tongue flicked in and out of his ass-hole using the same rhythm, and his grunts of pleasure filled the room.
Suddenly, my mother lifted her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. "You know what I want."
"Tell me," he whispered, his body growing suddenly still.
"I want you to jack off and shoot all over me," she told him, her voice shaking.
For a moment, the only movement was my mother's hand sliding slowly up and down his pole. And then he sat up. His fingers covered hers and he stroked himself, obviously struggling for control.
My mother lay down on the floor at his feet. Spreading her legs wide, she rubbed her clit with her fingers and thrust her pussy in his direction. The swollen lips, trimmed with dark blonde fur, were pink and wet. My mouth watered at the sight.
"Do you want the dildo?" he asked.
She nodded.
This turn of events surprised me. I'd watched my mother masturbate with the dildo before, but I had no idea my father knew about it. When he retrieved the sex toy from the nightstand beside the bed, though, I got another surprise.
This wasn't the dildo I'd seen before. The one she had used before was smaller with a suction cup on one end. This one was huge, with a flesh-colored, flexible shaft which was covered with an intricate network of ridges and bumps. From where I sat, it looked almost real!
My mother was handling it as if it was real, too.
She sucked the bulbous knob briefly and then guided it to her lewdly splayed pussy. Watching my father's face, she slowly pushed it inside and groaned as it stretched her wide.
"God, I love watching you do that," he said. Pre-cum glistened on the end of his dick. He caught it in his palm and massaged it into his shaft. Then his hand was moving on his dick again. "Show me how you like that pretty pussy fucked."
His words excited my mother as much as the dildo did. She began working it in and out of her juiced up hole, sliding it deeper with every thrust. Her ass bounced all over the floor as she reached for more and more of the rubber dong. Soon, she was pinching her clit, her groans turning to guttural grunts.
The fingers in my pussy only made the itch worse as I watched my parents masturbate for each other. I promised myself that I would come home one afternoon and try that fake dick on for size. Thick, wet sounds reached my ears as she fucked herself faster and faster.
"I'm almost there," my father grunted. The hand flying up and down his dick was nothing but a white blur.
I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh and watched as he reached between his legs to cup his own balls. My fingers were churning my cunt juices to a froth and I rocked my clit with my palm. If I timed it just right, I could cum right along with them.
"Vic," my mother moaned. Her body began to jerk uncontrollably. Holding one end of the dildo with both hands, she rammed it into her pussy again and again.
"Uh!" This was my father. His obscene talking had turned to animal-like grunts. His knob was a deep red color and looked like it was going to explode any minute.
"Cumming!" my mother shouted as she shoved the dildo in to the hilt. "Fuck, I'm cumming."
I could see her pussy pulsing around the fake dick. My juices poured as I watched her. I felt the first tremors of orgasm.
"Uh!" That was my father again. The muscles in his hips and thighs bunched and tightened as his body grew stiff. For a few breathless seconds, nothing happened. And then he exploded.
As the first thick stream of spunk jetted from his cock, I began to shudder. It was followed by another and another, each one landing on my mother's sweaty, undulating body. That seemed to send her to even greater heights of ecstasy. Her cries of release mingled with his as his white cream splattered her body from her pulsing pussy, still stuffed with dildo, to her breasts.
Only a few feet away, I watched them and bucked through my own climax at the same time.
When I caught my breath, my mother had removed the dildo from her pussy and was smearing my father's healthy load into her skin. He sank onto the bed and watched her for a few minutes, smiling and shaking his head.
"You're one sexy woman, Billie," he told her.
I relaxed and decided to wait a few minutes to see if anything else was going to develop.
The dildo lay on the floor where my mother had tossed it and she was getting to her feet. Her legs looked shaky. She sat down on the bed beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Vic, how do you really feel about Robert coming to stay here?"
He shrugged. "He needs us right now."
"I've told you about the-uh-the special relationship we had when we were in college," she reminded him.
Now, they had my undivided attention! What "special" relationship?
"Yes, you told me and I appreciate that," he said as he took my mother's hand in his and kissed her cheek.
"What if.. . " she began, stopped and cleared her throat and then began again. "What if that happened again?"
"Does the thought of fucking your brother still turn you on?" he asked.
I was sitting bolt upright now, listening intently. I'd lusted after my older brother, Chet, for years. Now, I hear that my mother had actually fucked her brother!
"I don't know," she answered quietly.
"Oh, really," he said as he eased her back onto the bed and kissed her mouth. His hand covered one of her fleshy globes and palmed the nipple. "Let's find out."
"How?" she asked, her voice growing soft as she placed her hand over his.
"We'll pretend that I'm Robert," he explained in a coaxing tone. "Tell me what you'd like for me to do."
"Vic, I don't know.. . "
He cut her off with another kiss. This one was longer and his hand slid downward to cup her mound at the same time. "Come on," he whispered. "I'm Robert. I'm your brother and I'm still hot for you after all these years."
She still seemed reluctant, but my father sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and worked a finger into her pussy at the same time.
"Oh," she whimpered as she spread her legs wide for him.
'Tell me what you want," he insisted.
"I want you to lick my pussy," she moaned.
If I was turned on before, that was nothing compared to this. My whole body was on fire as I watched my father lick his way down her body to her wet pussy. I shuddered as his tongue slithered up and down her slit. By the time he was licking her clit, I was rubbing mine furiously.
"Was he your first?" my father asked, his mouth poised just over her cunt.
"Yes. God, he made me cum so hard," she moaned, pushing her pussy at his face.
"Pretend," he urged. "I'm your brother and after I eat your pussy, I'm going to fuck it."
"Oh, God!" she whimpered as she tangled her fingers in his thick hair and forced his face between her legs again. "You eat me so good, Robert."
My father chuckled as his tongue returned to her pussy. As he began working it in and out steadily, he rubbed her clit with his thumbs.
This was better than any fuck film I'd ever seen! I'd watched my parents role play before and always found it exciting. They often played doctor and nurse and sometimes, my mother liked to pretend she was a hooker, even down to dressing the part for him. But this was something different altogether.
"Robert, honey," my mother breathed. Her thrashing body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
Pinching her nipples with both hands, she rubbed her pussy all over my father's face while calling her brother's name!
And my father was enjoying it as well. He was slurping noisily at her overflowing cunt, dipping his tongue into her ass-hole from time to time. His dick was already at half-mast and growing steadily longer.
With my legs wide apart, I fingered myself again, wishing I had that dildo-or my father's tongue!
"Robert!" Her orgasm hit. It seemed to be even more intense than the one before. My mother bucked savagely for a few seconds and then her entire body grew stiff.
I lost control, too, relief flooding over me like a warm river of pussy oils puddling in my palm.
When I returned to reality, Dad was licking her clean. His prick was completely erect and throbbing with the rapid beating of his heart. He placed a tender kiss on her pussy and then knelt between her widespread legs.
"Now, your brother is going to fuck you," he breathed.
"Yes, please, Robert. Please fuck me," she said. Catching his prick in both hands, she guided it to her steamy snatch.
I held my breath as I watched him penetrate her with agonizing slowness. My own pussy responded and I filled it with my fingers again. Damn, I was going to have to get my own dildo and hide it in here!
"How does that feel, Sis?" he asked when he was buried to the hilt.
"Good!" my mother gasped. "So good." At the same time, she slid her hands down his back. Squeezing his ass with both hands, she humped upward, urging him to start moving.
"Squeeze me with that pussy," he growled as he began fucking her with a slow, steady motion.
My mother wrapped her legs around him and met him stroke for stroke.
"How does it feel to have your brother fucking you again?" he asked, his hips working faster.
"Wonderful. I've missed you so much," she whimpered.
"Use your pussy to suck me."
"Oh!" she gasped, and bucked against him wildly. "I'm going to cum."
"Good. Show me how you can cum on my dick."
Within the next few minutes, she was thrashing around on the end of his cock like a fish on a hook. Watching the sight, I teetered on the brink of orgasm.
My father pulled out of her abruptly and rolled onto his back. His big prick, covered with her juices, jutted proudly toward the ceiling. "Don't you want to ride your brother's dick?" he asked, reaching for her.
"Yes, I want to ride it," she answered as she turned her back to his face and sank down onto him.
"I like it like this," he grunted, squeezing her ass with both hands. "This way I can see everything."
"I want you to see me," she moaned as she began sliding her pussy up and down his dick. Her breasts jiggled with her bucking and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. "I want you to see me cum."
My orgasm loomed closer, threatening to overtake me any minute. But I held back, not wanting to miss one second of this hot, hot fuck session.
"Play with my ass-hole," my mother grunted.
"Does Robert do that?" he asked as he pushed a thumb into her wet, puckered hole.
"Oh, yes." She moved faster. "Robert fucks my ass, too."
"Do you like that?" he wanted to know as he thrust upward into her. More than half of his thumb was buried in her butt hole.
I pushed a finger into my spasming ass-hole and fought for control.
"God, yes. I love having his cock squirting in my ass-hole," she grunted. "Cum with me, Robert."
With that, she bucked out of control again. This time, my father was right with her. His guttural sounds of pleasure mingled with hers as he rammed his cock to the hilt and pumped his load deep into her pussy.
I finally let go, too. As my powerful orgasm shook me to my roots, I watched my parents' sweaty bodies straining against each other. They stayed that way for a long time, breathing hard, struggling to get every drop of pleasure from the moment.
As soon as I caught my breath, I knew I had to leave my hiding place. They would be in the bathroom soon, washing up, and I didn't want to get caught in there. As far as I knew, no one knew about this hiding place and I definitely wanted to keep it that way.
With my Uncle Robert coming to stay with us, things could get even more interesting!