Oedipus Fred (4.63)	Can a son attain the unattainable or will it destroy him?  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	03/29/20




Oedipus Fred
by sporkfina ©



Note to readers: This is a standalone story I wrote while searching for inspiration for the next Vanessa Stavers instalment. This is a work of incest; all characters are older than eighteen.

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Prologue

The old lighthouse came into view when I turned the bend heading to the cliffs. The usually friendly stone structure seemed to rise menacingly into the sky, as if sending me a warning.

I drove up the winding road and parked at the base of the building, just a few feet away from the sheer drop into the ocean.

The rickety old staircase shook with every step as I stumbled towards the tower.

Once at the top, I climbed onto the handrails of the balustrade. I sat on the edge, gripping the iron bars.

It was the middle of November, bitterly cold, but I felt nothing.

The winter afternoon was turning dark, yielding to an approaching storm. I gazed at the unending sea.

I remembered my conversation with Steven a few months ago, how confident I was and how sure I was that I could do anything if I put my mind to it.

But now, it was all over.

They say that the old English settlers used to throw recalcitrant slaves into the icy waters of the North Atlantic from this very place. I could imagine what the poor bastards went through - anger, dismay, disbelief. But in the end, a sense of total defeat I'd think and an acceptance of their fate.

I could imagine all this because I was feeling the same things.

I looked down, dark thoughts roiling through my mind. The rocks looked back at me with their jagged smiles, urging me to embrace them. The wind wailed as it swirled up the edge of the cliff, calling my name.

I leaned forward.

********

9 months ago

"Impossible!" he said.

"Why? It's driving me crazy!"

"Let me tell you something. Everyone tried it. John, Dave, Martin, Victor, Jacob, Luis, Tyrone..." Steven listed the names of his high school football buddies.

"Do you remember Armand?"

"The French exchange student? The swimmer with great hair?"

"Yeah. He slept with half the chicks in school in three months. He tried too. His self-confidence was completely shattered by the time he returned to Paris."

I scowled. "If you think that all this is going to discourage me, you are wrong."

"I am not trying to knock you down. It's futile, that's all. I mean, I should know it."

"What? You too?!"

"Yes. After everyone had failed. I thought I could, but I was wrong."

"So, I should drop it?"

"Yes." Steven took a long swig of his beer.

"But if you are going for it, be careful. The failure will get to you before you know it."

I laughed. "Stop being so melodramatic!"

"It's true. Why do you think I moved so far away to fucking Albuquerque for?"

He looked off into the distance. "The funny thing is, you always seem to have a chance."

We sat in silence on the slated roof outside my window, listening to the sounds of drunken people below, at our parents' twentieth wedding anniversary.

An owl hooted as it circled the house looking for mice.

I said with an air of finality, "I am going to try and fuck mom anyway!"

********

I was single, living at home with my parents, majoring in art history at community college with a minor in music. I did some volunteer work, teaching basic computer usage to the elderly, but that was it.

The thing is, I was lazy.

Otherwise, I would have been like my brother Steven - star line-backer, valedictorian, and all-round nice guy. He has tons of ex-girlfriends, but I am yet to meet one who holds a grudge against him. At twenty-two, only three years older than me, he already has his own company, shipping fresh seafood from Maine to the West Coast.

There's one thing I have going for me though. Once I put my mind to it, I am relentless. And the only thing on my mind right now was my mother.

Dr. Freud would tell you it started at birth, but I realized that I had to fuck her only last month, on her fortieth birthday.

My parents had been fighting and Dad had left in a huff. It was strange because they never fought, at least not in front of us.

Steven was in New Mexico and rarely came to visit, so with Dad out of the house, it was just me and my mom that evening.

It was awkward. She was moping and I thought of going off for a drive, but I did not want to leave her alone.

I was about to put a frozen pizza in the oven, when she stormed in.

"Right! So, your dad and I have dinner reservations and I'll be damned if I'm going to waste it because of that jerk. Do you want to come or should I go alone?"

"Only if you stop yelling. This isn't my fault."

That triggered her and she began to cry. I felt sorry that I had snapped.

I held her in my arms trying to ignore the pendulous breasts pressing against my chest.

"Forget Dad, I'll take you to dinner," I said.

She smiled through the tears.

I wore the same tuxedo that I had worn for prom. But mom! It took her an hour to get ready, but it was fucking worth it. Watching her come down the stairs, was like watching a goddess descend from the heavens.

Mom was a hard ten, or an eleven if you will, on the Spinal Tap scale.

She was wearing a black, floor length gown with an open back. A plunging neckline revealed the massive canyon between her tits. The dress cupped her breasts in the front like a bra and was supported at the shoulders by spaghetti straps.

Black platform pumps made her seem even taller. Her hair was tied in a loosely swept high bun. She had little makeup except for blood red lipstick which highlighted her lush lips.

The pièce de résistance was a silver necklace with a jet black, arrow pendant pointing down towards her cleavage.

As if anyone looking would need directions!

I whistled, taking it all in. "You are right. Dad really is an idiot!"

That pleased her. She linked her arm with mine. "Don't talk about him. Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight."

We went in my car to Luttrell's, a restaurant which had to be booked months in advance.

The valet gave me a dirty look as he took my key. It was probably beneath his dignity to park a rusty old Ford Fiesta.

The hostess, a brunette named Alexandra led us to our table. I was the envy of all the red-blooded males in the room who kept ogling my mom in front of their disapproving partners.

The twinkle in my mom's blue eyes was back and she was laughing again. I felt light headed even though it was mom drinking the wine, I was just having soda.

There was a string quartet playing on the side. Some couples were dancing.

I felt the need to ask. "Would you like to dance mom?"

"Sure!" She sprang to her feet.

I led her to the floor. She was graceful and nimble, both of which I was not. But I did not care. I was oblivious to what was happening around me. All I could feel was her body pressed against mine, as we danced to the music.

After a while mom whispered, "I think our dinner has come."

I parted from her reluctantly, mildly shocked to discover that I had an erection. Had mom noticed it?

The food definitely lived up to the hype. Roasted mussels drizzled generously with garlic almond butter for her and a pork tenderloin with cider jus and rutabaga puree for me.

I skipped dessert, but mom ordered the blueberry ice cream with goat cheese and honeyed truffle shavings in a cone. It was slightly pretentious, but the sight of her licking it with her tongue was enough to make a grown man cry.

The tab set me back by six hundred dollars - almost all the money I had saved working at Bertucci's over winter break. But it was money well spent.

On the drive home, mom was quiet, and looked straight ahead. But her hand found its way to my thigh, just above my knees and stayed there. I was lucky that it was dark and I was dressed in black, else my boner would have been clearly visible.

As I parked in the driveway, mom smiled at me and I got the feeling that if I played this right, I could just end up being the luckiest guy on earth tonight.

But that was not to be.

We entered the house to find dad sitting in the living room, watching TV with a bouquet of flowers by his side.

The three of us sat in silence on that couch, until dad turned to mom and whispered something in her ear.

She refused to acknowledge him for a couple of minutes. Then her face softened and she whispered back to him.

She jumped onto his lap and they started making out right in front of me.

Dad had his tongue in her mouth and a hand inside the back of her dress. I was sure that it was foraging towards her pussy. Mom was moaning and her hand was rubbing his bulge. Dad's grabbed her heavy tits and I caught a glimpse of a pink nipple.

I must have let out an audible gasp because my mom looked at me and saw my flabbergasted expression. She said something to dad and they got up with sheepish grins.

Dad mumbled a goodnight and rushed upstairs.

Mom's dress was all messed up, with one boob almost hanging out. Her red lipstick was smudged and her cheek was wet. Had dad licked her face?

Mom kissed me on my forehead. "You are a good man Frederick Waller. What would I do without you?"

Plenty, I thought. For starters, you are going to get fucked tonight by dad, the lucky motherfucker!

I had been cock-blocked by my own father.

I fell into a disturbed sleep. I had dreams being at Lutrell's, everyone clapping and giving me hi-fives while I fucked mom.

The next morning, I was embarrassed to find that I had had a wet dream - that hadn't happened since I discovered masturbation.

I found an envelope underneath my door with a thousand dollars in cash and a note in my dad's scraggly handwriting — Thank you son!

********

That was last month. So, the thought of screwing my mom had been festering in my head for a while now.

Watching her yesterday at the anniversary party, working the room with her trademark elegance, wit and those big knockers had cemented the idea in my mind.

Sitting in class, half-listening to a lecture on neoclassicism, I realized how correct Steven was. It did seem that I had a chance with mom after dinner that night, if only dad hadn't showed up.

I dashed off a text to Steven - I'm going for it bro! He replied with a thumb's up emoji.

********

Sunlight streamed down on my face from the window, waking me up.

It was still cold, but the solitary oak tree in the backyard was finally showing splashes of green after a long New England winter.

I went down for breakfast, still thinking about mom, wondering if the entire idea was ludicrous.

She was alone in the kitchen, grooving to some song on the radio. White yoga capris hugged her sashaying bottoms.

I sat down quietly to admire the view.

Sensing my presence, she turned around. Her tits wobbled in her pink tank top

"Morning honey! How long have you been sitting here?"

"Long enough to realize that my gorgeous mom can easily dance her way into the next Step-Up movie."

"Liar!" She kissed the top of my head. I caught a whiff of patchouli and lemongrass.

"Where's Dad?"

"Dad left to an early meeting with his editor. Pancakes ok?"

"I'd love some. Do you want any help?"

"Thanks honey. Can you get me a couple of eggs?"

I went to the fridge. "So how was the party?"

"It was great! Cleaning up was a pain though."

"You should have called me. I'd have helped."

"No, no. I finally managed to get Dad to do some work around the house!"

She took the eggs from me and mixed in the other ingredients.

"It was a shame you and Steven left so soon. Abby got completely wasted and started hitting on random guys in the room. Michael's reaction was hilarious!"

Michael was the husband of my mom's best friend, Abigail Clarkson. They were also our next door neighbors.

"He was like, 'Who wants to take her off my hands?!'"

I sat back down and watched her whisk the batter vigorously. Her whole backside wiggled, sexy butt and all.

She turned around and pointed the whisk at me. "Mind you there would have been quite a few takers, the way those big tits were falling out of that dress of hers."

Mom was one to talk! She had the biggest non-augmented breasts in town. Even now, those magnificent orbs were putting unfair pressure on her top.

She returned to making breakfast. "Steven left without saying goodbye last night."

The guilt hit me instantly. It was probably because of our talk yesterday. And we were seeing him for the first time in six months!

I didn't say anything.

Mom put down a platter of pancakes and smothered them with maple syrup.

I forked a big piece into my mouth. "Delish!"

Mom sat on the other side and poured milk into a bowl.

The sunlight hit her back from the window, framing her head in a golden halo. She looked like an angel — a drop dead gorgeous, big tittied angel.

She poured something into a bowl of milk.

"No pancakes?"

"Muesli. Got to watch my weight. Mud season is here and it'll be summer soon. Only have a couple of months to get in shape for the beach!"

I protested. "You look great mom!" And she did!

I am convinced that the Gods took their own sweet time to create her, to show other women - 'Here! This is what a female of your species should look like!'

"Aww... You are so sweet." Mom channeled Ygritte. "You know nothing, Frederick Waller!"

I groaned. Mom was a huge Game of Thrones fan.

She pressed her boobs against the edge of the table throwing her vast cleavage into sharp relief.

"Dad saw you talking with Steven on the roof. He said it looked serious. Problems?"

I looked at the floor. "No mom. Everything is fine!"

If only she knew that both her sons were talking about fucking her!

"Honey, Are you ok? You seem distracted for some time now." She looked at me with concern.

"Is it a girl thing? You haven't been with anyone since Linda."

Linda was an airhead whom I had dated for a few months. Her idea of fun was going window shopping and taking selfies. Her Instagram had a zillion photos of her in the mall.

"I'm fine mom! I'm just taking a break. Girls are so boring!"

Mom laughed. "Careful now! I'm a girl too you know!"

She made a show of peering into her substantial chest. "An old one, but definitely a girl."

"I didn't mean you mom! I meant girls that I seem to end up with. They are mostly annoying. And you are not old!"

Mom wouldn't give up. "You used to tell me everything when you were little. Now we hardly speak."

"Sorry mom, I have been busy with school and stuff. It's nothing, I promise!"

She put her hand on mine. "I'm always here if you need me."

Oh, I need you alright! I needed to put my cock into your warm pussy while I gobble up those delicious melons!

But, "Sure mom," is what I said.

"What do you want for lunch? I'm going to the farmers' market with Abby."

A few strands of golden hair had escaped her ponytail and fallen across her face. She tucked them behind her ear, a habit I found irritatingly sexy.

"Nothing. I have class in the afternoon. I'll get a grinder in the cafeteria."

"Make sure you eat something. You look thin honey."

"Yeah mom."

"I'd better get ready." She got up.

I finished my breakfast and went to take a shower. I came downstairs just as the doorbell rang.

"Can you get that Freddie?" mom called out.

I opened the door to see Abigail in dark glasses, with a mug of coffee in her hand.

The morning chill snaked its way into the house.

She was walking gingerly and seemed hungover. "Brrr... Cold... Cold... Cold!"

I closed the door. "Hi Abby. I heard you had a lot of fun last night!"

She unzipped her jacket. "What?! What did your mom tell you? It's all lies! Audrey? Audrey? What did you tell the kid?"

"Your headlights are on," I said.

"Huh? My car is in the garage. I walked."

"I don't think that's what he meant." Mom walked into the foyer and nodded at her friends' chest.

Two hard nipples were poking out of Abigail's powder blue t-shirt, the outlines of her large areolae clearly visible. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra.

"You are a dirty little boy!" Abigail pinched my butt.

"Not so little and it's nothing I haven't seen before!" Abigail was a flirt and I loved to tease her.

I kissed mom on the cheek. "Goodbye ladies! Have fun and stay out of the slush."

"Hey, I want a kiss too!" Abigail spread her arms.

I made to hug her, but then darted out the door to my car parked on the street.

She pouted.

My mother laughed. "Don't be such a slut!"

********

A month passed with me accomplishing nothing.

I hugged mom more, started kissing her on the cheek or the top of the head when either of us left home, things like that. Just to check if she responded in a non-mom way.

But she would just laugh and be like, "What has gotten into you today?"

One evening, I was at home, teaching Silas how to Skype. He was a sweet old widower who lived in the neighborhood and wanted to chat with his grand kids in Australia.

Around five, I got a call from Abigail.

"Hey kiddo! Whatcha upto?"

"Hey Abigail. I'm just showing Silas how to watch porn on the internet!"

Silas cackled. "I don't need you to teach me that boy!"

"Can you two put off your jerkathon for a while? Your mom has a flat and the AA guys say it will take a while. We tried changing the tyre, but couldn't do it."

"Why? That's a man's job. You two wouldn't know a lug nut if it bit you in the ass!" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.

Old Silas tut-tutted and shook his head in the background.

There was a long silence before Abigail replied. "Ok, big guy. Come over and show us then. We'll be in Shelby's at Third and Orchard."

"You done it now kid," Silas said.

"Yeah, yeah I know! I'm in deep shit. We'll continue later."

It was nice outside and I decided to walk, figuring I'd return home in mom's car.

A short while later, I came across mom's silver SUV sitting on the kerb.

Mom and Abigail were at Shelby's, a bar just across the street. A couple of other women were with them, drinking beer.

Seeing me, Abigail whistled. "Hold on tight ladies! A real, live, flesh and blood man! Feast your eyes on him!"

I smiled sheepishly.

She told my mom. "When you left home today, the child was just a boy, but now he's a maaaaan!"

The women laughed.

"I deserved that. I'm sorry." I took the keys from mom and went to fixing the flat.

I was finished in about twenty minutes. By the time I returned, there were more people in the bar.

Mom was flirting with the bartender and Abigail was dancing with some guy who was pawing at her tits. It didn't take more than a couple of beers to make them tipsy.

I hustled them out before they got into trouble. "C'mon guys, time to go!"

"Oooh! The man has spoken Audrey! We have to do what the man says!"

Mom said, "That's right Abby. Else the man will get angry!"

"Mom! Not you too!"

They sat in the backseat, giggling like schoolgirls.

"Let's get you both home and I'll make you a nice cup of coffee."

********

The next morning, mom stumbled into the kitchen wearing only a bathrobe and clutching her head. Her eyes were bloodshot and her usual bubbly personality was missing.

I pushed her gently into a chair and poured a cup of orange juice. "Here drink this. I'll make you breakfast."

She lay her head on the table and groaned. "I feel like someone has set my brain on fire."

I made a couple of eggs sunny side up, with toast. "Eat this. You will feel much better."

Moving behind her, I massaged her shoulders.

"I drank too much yesterday, huh?"

I joked. "Abigail is a bad influence on you mom, you need to get rid of her!"

"What happened? I don't remember much after we left Shelby's."

"Mom, I think not remembering is a good thing." Her bathrobe had opened slightly and I marveled at the creaminess of her tits.

"Why? What did we do? Don't tell me that Abigail flashed at truckers?"

"Umm... Not sure you want to hear this mom"

"Wait. Did I flash some truckers?"

"No mom, there was no flashing at truckers anywhere."

"Ok, what then?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Frederick Waller, tell me right now what happened!"

"Alright!" I was still massaging mom's shoulders.

"Once you both got into the car, I started driving back home, but Abigail said she needed milk, so I stopped at that 7-11 on Bleeker. I said that I would get it, but she insisted on going herself.

"When she finally returned, she had a six pack of Molsons. She was plastered, so the guy refused to sell it to her, but she flashed him her tits and returned with the beer. Without the milk, I should add."

Mom laughed. "She's such a slut!"

You don't know the half of it!

"So, what happened next?" Mom seemed better, so I stopped massaging. But she put my hand back on her shoulders and said, "It feels good."

"She gave you a beer. You took it, finished it in under a minute and demanded a second."

"No, I did not!"

"Yes, you did. Practically threatened to kill Abigail if she didn't."

"Oh my gosh!"

"I was going to drive home, but Abigail wanted to go somewhere 'fun'. When I refused, she said I was a boring old lady. You agreed and said that you'd buy me a knitting kit and a book of patterns."

"I am so sorry honey!"

"I insisted, but you threatened to jump out of the car if I didn't take you to the fun place Abigail was talking about. As it turned out, neither of you knew where this 'fun' place was. So, I drove to the drive-in."

"Ah yes, I remember something about fish?"

"They were showing Jaws. Anyway, we were kicked out in ten minutes."

"What? Why?"

"You got out of the car and started shouting that the movie was boring. Then Abigail started dancing on the hood and you joined her. It took me and the security guard to get you guys down and back into the car. We are banned from the drive-in for six months, by the way."

"Oh my! Too much for one night. Thank god nothing else happened and we came back home. Right?"

"Ummm..."

"Please tell me we came back home." Mom swiveled back and looked at me. Her robe parted and a sizable chunk of her breasts came into view.

She caught me looking and pulled the robe in tight.

"Freddie tell me that that was the end of it!"

"I wish I could mom!"

"I'm scared now. I don't remember the last time I was this drunk."

"Me neither."

"Now I have to know how it all finished. And keep massaging!"

I obliged, managing to move her robe just enough to see the top of her breasts again.

"After we got kicked out, you wanted to go the lighthouse. It was not too cold so I agreed. Both of you promised not to get out of the car, I didn't want anyone falling off the cliff. When we got there, Abigail pulled out two more beers and you started drinking again."

"Oh God!" Mom closed her eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to continue?"

"Might as well. Couldn't have gotten any worse!"

Oh yes it did!

"We were just chilling when Abigail said that you had to thank 'the man' properly for fixing the flat tire. Both of you had a long discussion on what I would like.

"After deciding that I liked girls, Abigail promised to set me up with her sister's yoga teacher."

"That isn't so bad. Then we came back home?"

"Not quite, mom. You told Abigail that I hadn't been with a girl in a long time. She giggled and said that I had probably forgotten what to do in bed."

"Oh no!"

"Then she asked us to imagine that she was me and you were the yoga instructor."

"Oh no!"

"Then she kissed you."

Mom put her hand on her mouth. "Oh no!"

"Don't worry mom. Just small pecks on the lips."

Not true! Both of them totally went for it, making out like crazy. I could see their tongues fighting with each other, the corners of their mouths wet with saliva.

"You complained about the seat, so Abigail helped you get comfortable."

Abigail pushed her back and resumed kissing. Her hands wandered towards mom's huge tits, massaging them.

"We were still kissing?"

Mom's big nipples protruded through the brown ribbed sweater that she was wearing, excited by what her friend was doing to her. "God, I missed this!" she moaned.

Missed this? What was she talking about? Surely, she had not slept with Abigail? Yet, they were best friends from kindergarten. Who know what these two had been up to! My head was swimming with the possibilities.

"Yes, and she was trying to get you out of your clothes. Don't worry, she was too drunk to figure it out."

Not true! Abigail pushed mom's sweater up and drove her tongue into her belly button. Mom squirmed, my cock grew hard. I thought of letting it out, but didn't have the courage.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Abigail moved further south and unbuttoned mom's jeans. Her panties were soaked.

"It was now getting really warm in the car so I rolled down the windows."

I turned back to see Abigail rubbing her thumb on mom's pussy through her panties. Mom had one hand on her forehead and the other was trying to push away her friend's hand.

"When I turned back, Abigail was groping your, umm... crotch."

In the kitchen, Mom's neck had turned red.

"Don't worry mom, it was too dark to see anything."

I switched on the car light, bathing the back seat in a yellow glow. Neither noticed anything.

"Thank God!" Mom said.

Abigail's own skirt had ridden up her thighs. I could see her ass jutting out towards me while she tried to munch mom's pussy over her protestations. I felt bold enough to reach out and squeeze Abigail's butt. Abigail looked back at me and smiled a wicked smile.

"You were pushing her away."

Mom had finally stopped protesting Abigail's mouth and was moaning loudly. I tried to slide my fingers inside Abigail's panties, but she swatted it away.

"Please tell me this is going to end soon. I can't handle any more."

Abigail told mom in a low voice - Too bad about Jeffrey. He is an idiot.

My ears pricked up. Too bad about dad? Why? Was he having an affair? I knew it! He had this group of female fans who always followed him. This might be my way in!

"Yes, it ended right there. We left after I saw another car come up the cliffs."

"Wow! I don't know what go into us."

"Relax mom, you deserve to have fun."

Mom got up and hugged me. My cock had grown hard while telling the story and it hit her thigh. But she didn't seem to mind. What was up with that? This was going better than I thought!

********

After that, I tried to get even closer to mom, physically. Hugging her at every opportunity was the new normal. I would even sneak in quick pecks on the kips. If she was sitting on the couch watching tv, I would go sit close to her. Sometimes, she would curl up on my lap, dangerously close to my now always hard cock.

But now and again, she would be completely distant.

Occasionally, it seemed that my parents were fighting, they would barely talk to each other. At times, they would be inseparable. I couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on!

********

I was frustrated, progress was very slow. At this rate I would never get to fuck mom in this decade.

A month passed and we were into summer.

Abigail's family owned a beach house on one of the neighboring islands. An all-female group accompanied by a hapless husband or boyfriend went there every year for a long weekend.

The women were a raucous lot and invariably the guy had to don the role of cook, pool boy, driver, chaperone, cleaner and general odd jobs man.

The week before the trip, during dinner, I offered to be the token male.

My parents stared at me in surprise.

"Wow son! What's happened to you?" Dad asked.

"Nothing. I just thought I'd take a break from studies. And I haven't been to Pruitt's island in a long time."

"That's great Freddie! I'd love it if you'd come!"

"Are you sure son? You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

"Oh, shush honey! Don't worry, it will be great!"

"The secret is to say no to everything. After a while, they leave you alone!" dad said sotto voce.

Mom slapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, stop it!"

******

Pruitt's island was sixty miles away. We had to drive to the coast and board a ferry to get there.

It took about four hours and we reached by afternoon. Abigail rode with us.

There were three women besides mom and Abigail. One Clarissa and two Samanthas

A brunette whistled as I unloaded our stuff from the car. "Look ladies, fresh meat!"

The ladies catcalled as I struggled with the luggage. It took me a while to get everything inside.

There was a private beach at the back of the house. When I went there, Mom was walking back from a swim and the other women were sitting on beach towels.

I had a pair of old swimming briefs on.

"Audrey look! Your kid has busted out a pair of Speedos!" Abigail shouted.

One of the women who had dozed off woke up with a start. "What? Who has busted out of a pair of Speedos?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter Clarissa. I said busted out, not out of!" Abigail said.

A Samantha said, "Divorce has changed you into a slut Clarissa."

"What did you say Abby?" Mom was standing by my side, wringing water out of her hair.

Suddenly those Speedos started to feel mighty uncomfortable.

She was wearing a two-piece bikini. It was blue and white and a beautiful sight. Filled with acres of titflesh, the material was fine enough that two hard nipples poked out of it.

It was disconcerting to see the water droplets flow down her milky white skin, forming pathways into the vast cleavage.

I had never seen mom in a bikini before, at least not after puberty. Or else I would have turned into a wannabe motherfucker a long time back.

"I said that your kid had busted out a pair of Speedos."

Five pairs of eyes looked at my crotch.

My cock twitched. I turned a deep shade of red.

"My, my, it's alive!" Samantha said. "Isn't your kid eighteen? Would you loan him out to me for a couple of days?"

"He turns twenty in a few months. You can ask him yourself. I'm sure he can teach you a thing or two."

The women giggled.

I was shocked to hear mom talk like this. Clearly none of them had an off filter in this place.

The safest thing for me to do would be to sit down and calm down my half hard cock.

The other women went out for a swim while mom flopped down next to me on a beach towel. Rolling onto her stomach, she unbuttoned the strings of her swimsuit.

"Honey, can you rub some of this on my back?" She held out a bottle of sunscreen.

"Sure mom."

Her plump ass presented itself to me. Her bottom had ridden into her buttcrack, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her tits were squished against the towel, spilling over at the sides.

I stood motionless, admiring the view.

"What's taking so long? I'm going to burn up pretty soon!"

"Sorry mom!"

Starting at the nape of her neck, I started rubbing the gooey cream on her skin.

My hands traversed the C of her back, towards those delicious ass cheeks. I hesitated for a second, but a bout of bravery took over me and I rubbed the sunscreen on one of her cheeks.

Mom stiffened a little, but didn't say anything. I squirted more of the lotion in my palms and really went to town on her butt.

I had a bona-fide chonker in my briefs.

I was babbling stupid stuff like "It sure is hot today!" and "You really don't want to get sunburnt mom!" just to stop her from realizing how much I was enjoying myself.

"That's enough Freddie, tie me up. You can do the front now."

Mom rolled over and her huge tits followed after a brief lag. Not for the first time, I admired the inventiveness of the engineers who had designed mom's bikini. It was a miracle that two tiny straps could hold up such a heavy weight.

I had solved my erection problems by sitting cross legged and dropping the bottle of sunscreen into my lap.

Mom put on her sunglasses and said, "More of the same Freddie."

Large mounds of titflesh rose proudly from her chest. Impressions her nipples were visible through her top.

I reverently drizzled lotion on the top of her chest and rubbed it in slowly. Her skin glistened in the sunlight.

Mom was wearing sunglasses, so I had no idea whether she realized the effect she was having on me. I was kneeling in the sand and my cock was jutting out visibly.

I was half hoping that she would untie her bikini and ask me to do both titties but no dice. As soon as I reached the mounds, she said, "That's enough. Do my stomach."

Her belly was rounded, without any blemishes. I had fun rubbing in the lotion across her stomach and hips with their love handles.

They say that desire begins in the mind and ends up in the heart, but in my case, it had started in the mind, bypassed the heart and gone straight to my cock.

My reverie was interrupted when the other women came back from their swim.

"Thanks Freddie," mom said as she took the sunscreen from me.

********

Mom and Abigail volunteered to cook that evening. I was knackered, so I lay down on the futon and admired the rest of the women while they talked about things that women do. All of them were very well put together and none of them seemed to have any plastic in their bodies.

Dinner was delicious. They had made ginger sesame chicken and microwaved some frozen spring rolls.

"This chicken is awesome, you guys!"

"Thank you kindly!" Abigail took a bow. "The secret is bouillon cubes."

"Really?" I asked. "Did you hear about the comedian who was addicted to bouillon cubes?"

Mom bit. "No, what happened to him?"

"He made a laughing stock of himself!"

Mom groaned, the others laughed.

At night I went to the beach. The waves sparkled in the bright moonlight.

I must have dozed off when I heard a sound. Abigail was settling down next to me.

"Oh hi, Abigail!"

"Oh hi, kiddo! I thought you could use some company. But seems like you fell asleep."

"No, I just closed my eyes for a while."

She hit my arm. "That's what falling asleep means, dummy."

The cool ocean air was mixed with a hint of juniper berries, probably something Abigail was wearing.

After a while, she said, "It is never going to happen you know."

"What is not going to happen?" I asked.

"You know what."

"No, I don't."

"I'm talking about you and Audrey."

"Me and mom what?"

"I see how you look at her these days."

"I look at her the same way I have been looking at her for almost twenty years."

"Don't lie to me buster. I know that you want to screw your mom and I'm telling you that's not going to happen. Considering what's going on with your parents, you need to stop before someone, most probably you, gets hurt. Stop thinking about fucking Audrey."

"I don't know where this is coming from. What you're implying is shocking!"

"Oh really? I saw you almost humping your mom's ass when we returned from swimming."

"No, I wasn't."

"Cocks don't lie." She suddenly put her hand on my crotch.

"Especially nice ones like these!"

I stammered some reply. She laughed and let go of me, but not before she gave it a little squeeze.

I didn't know what to make of this. Was Abigail jealous that I had the hots for mom? Was she into me? I was so confused.

Before I could ask her anything, Samantha came out to join us. The blonde one, with the tramp stamp.

I almost forgot to ask. "And what is going on with my parents?"

"Not my place to tell kiddo. Hey Samantha, isn't it a beautiful night?"

Samantha came and sat on my lap. Ordinarily I would have been thrilled because she was sexy as fuck and unlike Abigail, I had no doubt that she wanted to jump my bones.

But I was still thinking about mom. What did Abigail mean? Was dad still cheating on her? What the fuck was going on?

The next day flew past quickly. We played beach volleyball. Watching five sets of big knockers flying about was awesome. Then I stupidly volunteered to get myself buried in the sand. The bitches left me there for half an hour before mom took pity on me and let me out.

We all had dinner and I was just about to go to sleep when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in!"

Mom walked in, wearing a thin powder blue nightdress. I could see the silhouette of her huge tits and shapely ass.

"Hey mom, I was just about to go to sleep."

"Sorry honey, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

I sat up on the bed and patted the spot next to me.

"It's ok, I'll stand. I wanted to warn you about Abigail."

"Huh?"

"I see how you are looking at her. I know it's not my place to tell you this, but I just can't keep quiet."

"Mom, there is nothing going on between me and Abigail. Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Abigail will eat you up and not even spit the bones."

This was getting curiouser and curiouser. First Abigail warning me about mom and now mom warning me about Abigail?

"I'm not doing anything with Abigail."

"That's good then. I don't have to worry about anything."

"Mom, is everything ok between you and dad?"

She was instantly defensive. "Of course! Everything is great. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing mom, just checking."

Mom seemed torn, as if she wanted to say something else. But she just came over and kissed me on the top of my forehead.

For five wondrous seconds, the full weight of her glorious tits fell on my face! She left, leaving me with a complete unnecessary hard-on.

I took care of it by jerking off into a sock, pretending I was fucking mom's soft knockers.

********

Next day, Abigail and I decided to jet ski. Mom was not too happy about me and Abigail going off together, but I wanted to do something fun.

The guy renting it was a randy sixty-year-old who kept making inappropriate remarks about the size of Abigail's tits. She was wearing a two-piece bikini which was rather small in the bust.

"You are a lucky boy. You get to slide your pecker into them."

I wanted to punch him, but Abigail stopped me.

It was a beautiful day with calm seas. I sat behind Abigail, holding her hips, while she expertly steered the craft. Some dolphins swam in front of us.

We rode around the island before Abigail said, "I want to show you something."

We landed on a beautiful cove on an islet, ten miles from the main island.

I helped drag the ski on the beach. Abigail swam inside the cove and I followed suit. It opened out into a beautiful lagoon with the whitest sands I had seen in New England. On the other side, there was a line of palm trees. The leaves waved lazily in the wind.

"Wow!" I said.

"Isn't it awesome?" Abigail removed her life jacket and sat on the beach. "I discovered it by accident a couple of years ago."

"This is breath-taking, Abigail."

"You are the first person I brought here."

"Thanks. This is one of the most beautiful places I have seen." I lay down beside her. Our arms touched and she laced her fingers into mine.

The afternoon sun was hidden behind a large, solitary cloud. The water lapped at our feet, tickling my soles. I wondered if I could spend a lifetime in a place like this.

"I could stay here forever," she said.

"Stop reading my mind." I smiled at her.

She held my chin and kissed me. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Me too. Your tits have driven me nuts for so many years."

She loosened the string of her bikini letting her big boobs out.

Her nipples had only teased me till now, but I could finally see them. I rolled one hard, brown nub between my fingers. "Beautiful. Just like I imagined they would be."

She stroked the outline of my cock through the Speedos. "I want to see it."

I quickly stripped and my dick stood upright, pointing at the sky.

"Nice," she said, stroking me. "I always figured you'd have a big cock."

"I want to fuck you till you beg me to stop."

"Yeah, you think you can handle my pussy?" She tightened her grip. "You think you are a good fucker?"

"The best. I'll show you." I rolled on top of her, slapping my cock at the entrance to her shaved pussy.

Without warning I shoved my cock in.

She moaned. "How's that cunt feel?"

"Feels nice and wet." I watched my cock piston into her cunt as her breasts wobbled.

I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth. She bit my earlobe and kissed my neck.

Some seagulls flew overhead, squawking noisily. but Abigail's screams easily overpowered them.

I stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Abigail asked.

"Doggy," I said.

Turning around, she lifted her butt in the air and squealed with pleasure when I drove my cock deep inside her cunt. I pulled it out halfway and rammed it back in, making her ass ripple.

She screamed non-stop. A hermit crab came by to see what the ruckus was about.

The evening breeze had picked up, carrying the taste of the salty sea along with it. The sun was on its way home for the night.

"Never fucked anyone on a beach before." My breath came in short gasps.

Her ass was bouncing on my cock. I couldn't resist inserting a thumb into her sphincter.

Her bunghole resisted at first, but then she relaxed and I pushed the entire thing inside.

"Jesus Christ!" she yelled.

I alternated between rough and easy strokes until she shouted, "Oh my God, I'm cumming..."

She convulsed on my cock and collapsed on the sand with me on top of her. Sweat was streaming down her back.

She reached back and stroked my cock. "Let's taste this bad boy."

I stood up and she flicked the top with her tongue. She held my balls with one hand and used the other to stroke the shaft.

She gobbled my cock halfway and bobbed her head up and down.

The twin sensations of her hand stroking my cock and her wet mouth sucking on it made me shout out. "I'm going to cum."

"Put it anywhere you want, you beautiful fucker." She stuck her tongue out and jerked me off with a two-handed grip.

I exploded on her face, covering it all over with splotches of goo.

She laughed. "You got it in my hair, ears, even the inside of my nose. How much can one man cum?"

Hangs on hips, I proudly admired my dick-work.

"Feeling proud of yourself?" she asked, trying to clean herself up.

"It's the work of an artist," I said, "Like a Jackson Pollock piece with jizz."

She threw sand on me.

The bright orange sun was being swallowed by the ocean.

"It is getting late. We should get going before it gets too dark."

"I think I have sand up my ass crack and it is all your fault!" she said.

When we reached back at the beach house, mom was pacing on the porch.

"There you guys are! I have been worried sick. It's after dark."

"Sorry Audrey. We lost track of time."

"You should have known better. What's this in your hair?"

Mom reached out to brush something off Abigail's hair.

"Seems sticky." Her expression changed in slow motion once she realized what it was.

She said to me, "Your shirt's on backwards," and marched inside.

********

We rode in silence on the way home.

I started to say something a few times, but stopped. Traffic was heavy and I didn't want to start a shouting match in the car.

We dropped off Abigail at her place. When we reached home, mom grabbed her bags and went inside. I offered to help but she brushed me off.

By the time I parked the car and went inside, mom was already upstairs.

"Rough weekend son?" Dad asked me.

I just stared at him.

"She'll come around, don't worry." He patted me on the back.

"Listen, I'm leaving tomorrow morning for a couple of days. I just might be writing a regular column for the New Yorker."

"That's just great dad," I said without much enthusiasm. It would be difficult being at home without dad being a buffer.

"Are you sure you are going to be ok? I don't want to come home to find someone murdered. You mom is in that kind of a mood!"

"We'll be fine dad. And good luck with the meeting."

I slept in and by the time I came down for breakfast, Dad had already left.

Mom was in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Fine, talk!" I had a headache and I was not feeling charitable.

"It is none of my business, but of all the stupid decisions you are taking, sleeping with Abigail has to be the worst."

"You are right mom, it is none of your business. Why are you so interested in who I'm fucking anyway?"

"Why am I interested? Really? Did you think about how many problems this will cause? What would Mike do if he found out about this?" Mom was starting to annoy me.

"I can take care of my problems. I don't need you looking over my shoulder."

"I don't want you to ruin your life."

"I am not ruining my life. I'm going to college, I have a plan."

"Really? Does that plan include having sex with married women?"

"Oh, not with that again! What's your problem? It is not my fault that Dad had an affair. Don't you fucking take that out on me!"

That stunned her. She let out a cold laugh. "Dad had an affair? Who told you that?"

"I live here too you know. I know there's something going on."

"Our problems are none of your concern."

"I know. That's why I don't talk about it. So, you butt out of my life and I'll stay out of yours!"

"If you are going to stay in my house, you have to listen to me young man!"

"Fuck you mom!" I left, banging the front door shut behind me.

I went to school but I couldn't focus. Who the fuck did mom think she was? How could she tell me how to live my life?

For the second night in a row, I returned home late.

I was about to scoop some ice cream into a bowl when mom walked in.

She had just taken a shower; her hair was still damp. She was wearing a powder blue kimono, which stopped just below her ass.

She was startled to see me. She put her hand to her mouth and let out a small shriek.

Her giant tits jiggled. Something snapped inside me.

I crossed the room in three strides and grabbed mom by her butt. They were soft and firm at the same time. An oxymoron I know, but that's how they were.

Mom was too shocked to say anything at first. I was pawing her every which way, while pushing my hard cock into her tummy. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I tried to kiss her.

She put her hand to my mouth to stop me and I bit her.

The adrenaline was flowing and I was too strong for her to push me away.

"Get off me Fred!"

I just grunted, trying to hump her in a standing position. I let go off her butt with one hand and grabbed a giant boob. It was very easy to slip it out of her now completely open kimono.

It was the stuff that every boy's dreams are made of. It was large, topped with a nipple that was the most beautiful shade of pink. I lowered my head and latched on to it.

Mom was now yelling at me. She finally managed to free herself.

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "I know that dad cheated on you, maybe he is still cheating on you. He might with some slut right now in some hotel room, leaving you alone. But I'm here. Look at what you do to me!"

My cock was rock hard and was straining against my khakis.

Mom had turned bright red and was shaking with anger. Without warning, she gave me a resounding slap.

"I love your father and he loves me. He is not cheating on me."

My cheek was still stinging.

Mom pointed towards the door. "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"

********

I wandered the streets for a while. Then it became too cold and I called Silas to ask if I could crash at his place for a couple of days.

He let me stay in his grandson's room.

There, among the posters of the Hulk, Spiderman and Superman, I got thinking, I mean really thinking.

Was I wrong about the entire affair thing? Did I want to ruin their marriage? There was no endgame here that wouldn't hurt all three of us.

Rather than create a whole lot of trouble and save myself from depression and self-loathing, I decided to apologize to mom. I would move out of the house, get a place for myself and a proper job. There was no living at home after what had happened.

I woke up bright-eyed and cheerful, a load off my chest, excited to write a new chapter in life. Sure, I still had the hots for mom, but I felt confident enough to keep it in my pants.

I decided to buy flowers for mom at the farmer's market. It was a Saturday and there were no parking spots available.

I was circling the block when I noticed mom's car driving along the street. Even better. We could talk in a neutral place.

I followed her, hoping to talk once she stopped. To my surprise, she turned into the freeway, towards Boston.

Was she taking a road trip? But, she got off the next exit.

She drove to a diner in a part of town that I hadn't been before, and got out.

Was she getting breakfast?

I parked and went inside. It was empty, except for two construction workers eating.

Mom was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she was the restroom.

I ordered a soda and sat in a booth.

Ten minutes passed, but still no sign of her. I called the waitress over.

"Excuse me ma'am. A lady entered here a short while ago. Do you know where she went?"

"Are you taking about that stacked blonde, hon?"

"Yes ma'am."

She pointed to the back of the diner "She went to the motel through there."

Motel?

I went through the door into a small lobby in front of a clearing with around ten rooms around it.

A woman wearing jeans and a white tee was walking towards one of the rooms at the very end.

Even though she had her back to me, it was undeniably mom. Those large butt cheeks moving up and down and the unmistakable fullness of the chest were visible even from where I was standing.

A sinking feeling rose in the pit of my stomach.

She walked to the door and knocked. It opened immediately and a bald man with huge muscles stepped out. Must have been six-four, six-five, probably in his thirties.

I could not hear what they were saying, but the man smiled and grabbed her ass. He kissed her and they went inside.

My whole world came crashing down. I had it all wrong. It wasn't dad who was having the affair, it was mom!

I felt betrayed. The sinking feeling gave way to nausea and I retched.

I stumbled out of the diner and got into my car. The next few hours were a haze, but I found myself at the old lighthouse, sitting on the railings.

My mind was numb as I leaned over.

********

Present Day

"I can't do that."

"Please? I know you can."

"I'll get into a shitload of trouble."

"But you have to do this for me." The blonde co-ed was begging me now.

I lit a cigarette. "Sorry babe, I can't."

"I can give you money."

"Won't do me any good in prison."

"I can't flunk chemistry again. My dad will kill me."

I shook my head. "Sorry. Rebecca, was it? I can't take that risk."

"But Jayna told me that you helped her last week."

Visions of a tall brunette grinding away on my cock flitted through my mind or was it that blonde who sucked me off in the elevator? Maybe it was that chubby waitress from the diner, the one with the mole on her chin?

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I painted all those faces white.

Something must have shown in my eyes. She said, "I will do anything!"

For good measure, she pinched her nipples, making them poke out of her top.

"Fuck!" I took a couple of puffs and scratched my beard.

"Tomorrow morning at ten. It'll cost you a hundred bucks."

"Thanks! I'll make it up to you. Pinky promise."

"Great." I replied.

********

The next day, when Rebecca was enthusiastically sucking on my cock, I thought of how much life had changed in two months.

That day at the cliffs, I would have fallen into the sea, but for Stephen randomly calling to check on me. I broke down on the phone.

Talking to him stopped me from jumping, but I did not tell him that I had caught our mother cheating on dad.

He simply assumed that his warnings had come true. He wanted me to join him in Albuquerque, but I refused. His girlfriend was pregnant and I would have been a drag on their lives.

I moved out of the house, without saying much to either of my parents. Dad kept asking me why I was leaving.

How could I tell him that mom was a fucking slut. I just could not.

Silas hooked me up with a job as a night manager in an upscale apartment. Full room and board. It was an easy six hundred dollars a week. All I had to do was sit at the front desk all night. Mostly I slept.

One guy in the building taught chemistry in college. He invited me for pizza sometimes and we would smoke joints together. He had this habit of leaving out tests and quizzes in the living room.

I don't know how they knew this, but the more enterprising students in his class came to me to get copies to cheat.

Just as I was thinking how low I had sunk, taking advantage of one of the few friendly people in my life, I felt my cock twitch and I came all over Rebecca's face.

She scooped a little on her finger and swallowed.

Pushing a box of pizza from the couch, she sat down. I gave her tomorrows chemistry quiz.

"Do you want to hook up tonight?" she asked, putting on her bra. "But my place, yours is a pig sty."

I was surprised — she already got what she wanted.

"No, I have to work tonight." I felt empty inside, like I usually did these days.

I hurried her out and went to sleep.

********

When I came down in the evening, two squad cars were at the entrance.

"What happened?" I asked Teddy, the day guy.

"Did you know that dude in 1B?"

"The shrink. Dr. Grabowski something?"

"Dr. Dabrowski. He croaked. Heart attack."

I slid into my seat. "I hardly ever saw him."

"Me neither. Apparently, he was eighty-six and still practicing."

"Really? I guess some people do like their jobs."

"Well, I'm off. Going for dinner with the missus."

"Have fun Teddy."

********

A few days later, he called me.

"Hey Fred, you're good with computers, right?"

"Sort of. Why?"

"You know that guy who died? His cases are being transferred to another doctor."

"So?"

"He wrote everything by hand. The new guy asked me if I knew someone who could type it into the computer. He can pay five hundred dollars. I asked him to talk to you."

"Thanks man. I could use the money."

"No problem bud, take care."

Next day, my phone rang. "Mr. Frederick Waller?"

"This is him."

"Hi, this is Dr. Greene from Our Sisters of Mercy."

"Hello Dr. Greene."

"I believe someone spoke to you about Dr. Dabrowski' notes?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm in Germany for a conference. I don't even know how many patients he was seeing. I need someone to sort his files and transcribe them. Can you do that?"

"Sure. When do you want me to start?"

"Right away. I'll be back in a week. Can you finish by then?"

"A week? That might be difficult, but I'll try."

"There'll be a bonus for you. I'll email a non-disclosure form. Boiler plate stuff. Sign it and send it to me."

"Sure."

"They told me you work in the building. Do you have access to his place?"

"Yes, I do."

"I'll get clearance for you to work from there. You do have a computer, right?"

"I have a laptop."

"Great. I'll see you next week."

********

Next morning, I entered Dr. Dabrowski's suite. It was split into two parts.

The front room was his office. There was a leather chair and sofa in the center. Off to the side there was a filing cabinet along with a desk and chair.

A door at the back led to a studio apartment. There was a kitchenette on one end and a single bed on the other. Other than a Persian rug on the floor and a chaise lounge near the window, it was sparsely furnished.

There was beer in the fridge. I grabbed a can and returned to the office.

There were nineteen files in the cabinet, neatly organized in hanging folders, arranged alphabetically by last name.

I worked my way backwards and picked up the last file. Some lady named Yellen.F, who had an anger management problem. She had come for just one session, so the file was light.

I sorted the files into two piles, thick and thin. I figured I would finish the smaller ones first.

I kept sorting till I came across a file labelled Waller. J.

Huh?

I looked inside.

Holy Fuck!

It was my dad!

What the fuck? He was seeing a psychiatrist?

I sat down on the sofa with the file.

Dad's first appointment was in January.

I started reading.

Patient Name: Waller, Jeffrey

Patient Number: 1522452

Referred by: Dr. Stimmets

Symptoms: Mr. Waller is unable to maintain an erection during intercourse.

I sat back on the chair. Holy Fuck!!!

Exam: P - 76, BP - 115/80, no evidence of AFib, alert and oriented to time and place, CTA bilaterally, no lesions or rashes, non-smoker, moderate alcohol intake.

History: No family history of ED.

Family: Married, two children.

Diagnosis: Erectile Dysfunction

Recommendation: Prostate exam, next appointment in 10 days.

**

The next note was dated two weeks later, on my mom's fortieth birthday. I skipped the first page with details of the prostate exam which turned out normal.

S - Mr. Waller seems depressed. Today is his wife's fortieth birthday. Unable to maintain erection in the morning. He says she wants sex every day (borderline nymphomania?). He has not disclosed his condition to his wife.

So that's what they were fighting about that day!

O - P - 80, BP - 125/85, no evidence of AFib, alert and oriented to time and place.

A - Erectile Dysfunction, cause to be investigated.

P - Sildenafil 50mg; follow up two weeks later.

That's what happened at night! He had taken Viagra.

**

Dad came again only in May.

S - Mr. Waller is back. He didn't turn up for the follow up because the Viagra was working 'damn well'. Till now. Since last week, the problem has returned. Seems more depressed than before.

O - P - 80, BP - 125/85, no evidence of AFib, alert and oriented to time and place.

A - Recurrent ED

P - Full health check-up; Sildenafil 100 mg; follow up in a week.

Everything was making sense. What Abigail had said to mom while she was munching her carpet in the car that night. I was stupid to think that Dad was having an affair.

**

Next note, next week.

S - Mr. Waller is depressed. He feels embarrassed and ashamed. Sildenafil 100 mg has not improved the ED. Having fights with wife daily. Showed a photo of his wife in a bikini on his phone and asked me how such a woman could live without sex.

O- P - 90, BP - 145/95; elevated, no evidence of AFib, alert and oriented to time and place. Other health parameters normal.

A - Recurrent ED

P - Alprostadil Pellets; follow up in a week.

**

Same thing next week.

The new drug has not worked. Mr. Waller has told wife about his problem and asked if she wanted a divorce. She said no, she loves him and sex is not important. I have suggested couples therapy.

**

The next note was written at end of June, a couple days before I had seen mom walk into that motel.

Mr. Waller is unable to sustain any kind of erection even with Alprostadil. (Permanent ED?) He has convinced his wife that she needs to look elsewhere for sexual satisfaction. She is not happy, but has agreed. They have found a match on Tinder.

If only I had known, I could have stopped mom at the motel

**

The last note was two days before the doctor's death.

Mrs. Waller did not go through with the encounter.

What a relief!

Mr. Waller has said that they will try again later. He is depressed and is at his wits end. Things are not ok with their younger son. He left home after a fight with Mrs. Waller. Reason for fight unknown. Next appointment in two weeks.

I had been adding to their problems. But now that I knew the truth, I had an idea what to do.

I could share her with dad but I'd rather put my cock through a shredder than let another man fuck mom.

I emailed Dr. Greene that I would be unable to do the work because of an urgent matter. I took dad's file and left the others in the filing cabinet.

********

The simplest plan is often the best plan. I called dad.

He picked up on the first ring. "Hey son, how are you? It's been so long since I've heard your voice, buddy."

"Sorry dad, I had some stuff I had to sort out."

"You can talk to us. We're always here for you."

"How is mom?"

"She's alright. Worried sick. I don't know what happened between you two, but it can be fixed."

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

"Why don't you come home for dinner? Your mom has gone to San Francisco for a wedding, some distant relation of hers. She didn't want to go, but I insisted. She needed a break."

This was good. I could talk to dad alone.

I reached home in the evening. Dad hugged me and said "It is great to see you buddy! I missed you."

"You too dad."

"You need to lose the beard," he said, "You know what mom would say."

We went inside and he told me about the new book he was writing. Non-fiction this time, about his journey in the publishing world.

We ordered Chinese and made small talk until the food arrived.

I decided to come right out with it.

"Hey dad, I know about your problem."

"What problem?" he asked.

"Dad I know about the ED. Don't ask me how. I just know."

He froze in the middle of lifting a fork of Kung Pao chicken to his mouth.

Then his face crumpled and he started crying.

"It's ok dad, it's ok." I sat down to comfort him.

Great big sobs came out of him as his whole body heaved.

He calmed down after a while. "Sorry Freddie. I should have come to terms with it by now."

I twisted the dagger in further. "But how could you even think of pawning off mom to another man?"

I was feeling sorry for him and hated myself for doing this, but I felt it necessary.

"Mom is not a slut you can just pimp out."

Dad was staring at the wall in front of him.

"What if some guy on tinder beats her up or even worse?"

"I'm sorry. I did not know what to do." His voice was low.

"Really? You did not know that sending her to a seedy motel to meet a weirdo was the wrong thing to do?"

He said, "Look at your mom. You see how beautiful she is. And she needs sex. I shouldn't be telling you this, but we used to have sex every day. Before all of this."

I asked her to divorce me. But she wouldn't hear of it. Says she still loves me. What I am supposed to do?" His lower lip quivered.

"Dad, I have an idea. But you need to keep an open mind."

"I'll try anything."

"I can't let you and mom torture yourselves like this. I have a plan."

"What's that?"

"I'll have sex with mom."

Dad looked at me in shock. His mouth opened and shut a couple of times without any words coming out.

"Are you insane?" he finally asked.

"No dad. I love mom and I want both of you to be happy."

"What nonsense is this?"

"What's the alternative? Look at how desperate you two became after only two months. What will it be like in six months? Or a year? She'll turn to ice."

I let him stew for a while before continuing.

"The other possibility is that she becomes a slut. Sleeps with random guys, maybe brings them over here. Maybe she meets the wrong guy and something happens to her."

I had to be harsh for my plan to succeed.

"The third option is divorce. It'll come to that eventually. Guys will be falling over themselves for her. But what about you? You'll be living alone for the rest of your life."

That broke him. "You're right. But she will never go for what you are suggesting!"

Bingo!

One down, one to go.

"She will. You are a writer. Talk to her. Use your imagination. After all you convinced her to go to that asshole in the motel."

He let out a heavy sigh. "Give me a few days."

I clapped him on the back. "Things will work out dad. Everything is going to work out just fine." And I believed that.

********

I was on tenterhooks for a week before dad called me. "Let's meet at the diner near your school."

When I walked in, he was already at a corner booth, nursing a coffee.

I sat opposite him and ordered a milkshake.

"So?" I asked.

"When I first suggested it, I thought that she was going to hit me."

I raised a hand to my cheek, the slap still fresh in my memory.

"She said I was crazy, just like you and left the room. I brought it up during the day and again she refused to hear anything about it."

"I left it for a while. Couple of days after dinner, I opened a bottle of wine and we sat in the den. I asked her the most important question - If Freddie were not our son, would you have sex with him?"

She did not say anything, but didn't shut me down either. So, I thought - At least you are fuckable in her books."

I laughed.

"I told her that this would be a win-win-win situation for the three of us. She did not have to sacrifice her sex life for me, I'd be happy that she was enjoying herself safely without worrying about an unknown man, and it would be a win for you considering how eager you are to get into her pants!"

She smiled for the first time since I brought this whole thing up. I told her that I would invite you to dinner tonight. It is up to you now, son."

Dad finished his coffee and got up to leave.

"Thanks dad," I said.

********

Mom opened the door wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and jeans.

"You have become even more beautiful since the last time I saw you, mom."

She was holding back tears. "Let me look at you. Haven't you been eating?"

I had shaved and cleaned myself up. Mom hated slackers and I wanted to make a good impression.

The smell of fried chicken and gravy wafted in from the kitchen.

"That smells heavenly mom. I missed your cooking."

Mom caressed my cheek. "Oh, you poor baby."

Behind her, dad gave a thumb's up.

Dinner conversation circled around the elephant in the room for a couple of hours.

We talked about my studies and a new book that dad was working on. Mom told us about the wedding that she had been to.

I made my move after dinner. I sat down next to mom and took her hands in mine.

"Mom, I think you know by now how much I want to make love to you. But the most important thing is that you are comfortable with it. If not, I'll leave right away and never bring this up again."

"Isn't it wrong though?" She stared at the floor.

"We are adults, nothing is wrong if all three of us agree. And it feels completely right to me."

"I don't know, honey."

"Let's give this a shot. How about I take you out tomorrow for dinner and a movie?"

"Great idea Fred." Dad said.

Mom looked at both of us and smiled a small smile. "It's a date."

********

I turned up at seven. Mom stepped out of the house wearing a pistachio colored maxi dress which showed just a hint of cleavage.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look?" I kissed her on the cheek.

She linked my arm in hers as we walked towards the car.

"Bring her back before eleven, young man!" Dad called from the door.

Mom rolled her eyes.

She didn't want anything fancy, so we went to Wendy's. There was an awkwardness at first, but we soon got over it.

After dinner, we walked to the cinema. She chose the movie, I chose the seats — at the back so that we could have some privacy.

I need not have worried. It was Tuesday night, only three people were in the hall.

The movie was your run of the mill rom-com, but mom seemed to enjoy it. She put her neck into the crook of my elbow and leaned into me.

I wrapped my arm around her, fingers resting on her tummy.

Halfway through the movie, the main characters got hot and heavy in a car. It was a steamy scene and I was turned on enough for my hand to inch up towards one of mom's tits.

I touched her underboob to see if she said anything - she did not. I moved upwards. Her breasts dwarfed my palm.

I massaged the tit gently, taking my time. I kissed the nape of her neck.

I whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to get these babies out and suck on them."

She sighed deeply.

Feeling adventurous, I moved towards her crotch. I lifted her dress above her knees and rubbed her panties with my finger.

She was soaking wet.

"No baby." Mom took my hand and put it back on her breast.

We sat like that, mom watching the movie and I, massaging her chest.

I took her hand and placed it on my rock-hard bulge. She rubbed it a couple of times and took her hand away. I tried to finger her pussy again, but she stopped me at her thighs. And again, I put her hand on my cock which she squeezed once and let go.

We played this game, until the lights came on suddenly. The movie had finished.

Mom scrunched up her hair in a bun and got up. "I didn't see how it ended."

"The guy fucks the girl in the end. He always does." I gave her a pat on the ass. "In the movies and in real life."

She laughed. "He does, does he? Someone seems to be too cocksure of themselves."

I managed to get in a couple of boob grabs and ass squeezes while dropping her off, but she would not go beyond that.

I walked her to the door. We kissed. Just a hint of tongue.

I placed her hand on my crotch. She fondled my hard-on and said, "Good night Freddie."

********

I tossed and turned in bed. One thought about her big knockers and I had a raging boner.

I wondered when was it appropriate to send a dick pic to your mother - answer; never. But I sent one anyway. I captioned my erection - This is what you do to me.

I panicked after sending it and tried to undo, but it was too late.

Was it too cheap? Was I being a dick?

Wait! Was my dick big enough for her? She had felt its length though and seemed happy, or did she?

Fuck!

Why wasn't she replying?

Fuck!

After an eternity, the phone dinged — a message from dad. 'Mom asked me to send this.'

It was a photo. Mom was standing in the doorway, her arms raised above the head.

Her dress was unbuttoned, partially open on the side. One of her jugs was hanging out.

My cock stretched further.

I made a decision.

********

"Hi dad!"

"Ah! The prodigal son returns."

Dad shouted, "I win the bet Audrey!" into the house from the doorway.

"Your mom said that you would come running straight away after we sent the photo. I said that you would be unsure and only come in the morning."

He noticed the luggage behind me. "You ready to move back in Freddie?"

"Yeah. Listen, I need to ask you a favor. Can you go somewhere for a while? I think it'd be better for me and mom to umm.. you know, get to know each other?"

He laughed. "Already taken care of son. I'm leaving for Boston for a book signing. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Thanks dad."

Mom came in from the kitchen. She hugged me. "Welcome back home kiddo. I thought you;d come running to me yesterday night. Made me lose a bet with your father."

"Sorry mom. I didn't know what to do."

She ruffled my hair. "Don't worry. Come have some breakfast."

We all sat down and had bacon and eggs. After finishing, Dad packed his stuff and came down to say goodbye.

He kissed mom and patted me on the back. "You kids have fun now."

I helped mom clear the table.

She leaned back on the kitchen counter and crossed her arms, pushing up her tits. "So, what do you want to do?"

"You."

I went across and rested my hands on her hips. I kissed her - just light butterfly kisses at first.

She opened her mouth and her pink tongue darted out to lick my lips.

It darted back inside when I tried to kiss it.

I went back to pecking and her tongue made an appearance again, brushing my lips and pulling back again.

"Give it to me."

"Try and take it", she said, moving away when I tried to kiss her.

I pinned her hands behind her back and pressed her against the kitchen counter. My hard cock hit her belly.

She dodged me a couple of times, but I finally kissed her. Her tongue found mine and we kissed properly for the first time.

Mom put a hand on my chest. "Your heart is beating so fast."

I kissed her again, my tongue probing her mouth.

When we came up for air, she looked at me.

"Do you really think this is right, Freddie?"

"Mom, if this were any righter, it would be left."

She slapped my arm. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard."

"Give me your tongue," I said.

She stuck it out and I sucked on it. Mom moaned in my mouth.

We moved to the living room couch. She sat on my lap, legs on either side of my body and resumed kissing.

We must have made out for almost an hour.

"You are a great kisser Freddie." She was sitting directly on my boner now, pressing on it hard. It hurt, but in a nice way.

"Someone really likes me huh?" Mom rotated her ass on my cock, driving me crazy.

"What's not to like?" I asked. I moved her hair aside and kissed her on the neck.

"Let's go upstairs," she said.

**

She led me to my parents' bedroom.

Everything was blue. The wall, the bed covers, pillow covers, picture frames of me and Stephen, mom and dad and then all of us together. All blue.

Mom saw me looking. "Do you like it? You haven't been here since we remodelled."

"I think it needs a little more blue."

"Smartass!" She slapped my butt.

I caught her hand and pulled her towards me.

I kissed her again, shoving my tongue deep inside her mouth.

Mom fondled me through my shorts. "Is this hard cock for me baby?"

I was just about ready to pop my pants. I was rubbing my mom's tits and trying to dry hump her furiously.

"Jesus Christ! You are like a little boy. Relax. I'll fall down."

In between kisses she said, "Let's see this cock of yours."

"Take it out yourself," I said.

She unzipped my shorts. My dick sprang out, hitting her on the cheek and startling her.

"Frederick Waller! You're not wearing any underwear. Haven't I taught you better?"

"I felt I'd get lucky today."

"You did, did you?"

She licked the shaft. "Your cock is beautiful baby. Even longer than your father's. And thicker too."

My cock grew harder, as if that were even possible.

"I'm so fucking horny, I need it inside me. Right now!" She removed her pyjama bottoms, keeping her top on.

I crawled up to her on the bed. She was lying on her back.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

I rubbed my dick against the entrance of her cunt.

"Go on, put it in."

I slowly penetrated her pussy. It was warm and moist.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. My eyes misted over, hot tears falling on her chest.

Mom cradled my head in her hands. "Shh.. shh.. What's wrong baby?"

I collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside her. "I just realized something, mom."

"What's that baby?"

"I love you. I thought this was just about fucking you. But it's not. I really, really love you. And not just for your fantastic body. That's why I never moved out. I need to be with you, always."

"Oh, honey. You were always my baby boy." She kissed me. "I'm so happy that you never left. I love you so much."

She was crying too.

"You must think I'm stupid." I tried to wipe my face, but mom stopped me.

"Listen to me darling. You were my son and now, you are more than that. We are together now. And I can't be happier."

She pulled me close and kissed my face, our tears mixing together. "Now, are you just going to stay like that or are you going to do something with that monster of yours?"

We laughed.

My cock had grown soft, but all it took was for me to kiss her and it was an iron rod again.

She lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

I entered her sodden pussy. Both of us groaned. It was tight and even better than I'd ever imagined.

Her cunt was so wet that my cock popped out.

Mom was disappointed. "Baby, slowly. Push it in now."

I pushed it in.

"There you go! Yes, that's it. Deeper, push that fucker as deep as you can."

I obeyed and managed to draw my cock back without leaving her snatch. I thrust hard.

"Oh, fuck baby! Fuck the shit out of me!" She grabbed my ass with both hands.

I buried it to the hilt and started to build a rhythm.

"Harder, harder!" she said.

The bed was soon shaking as my strokes started getting more desperate. I was fucking mom hard and fast, with everything I had.

"Faster, Freddie! Your cock feels so wonderful in my pussy."

She had closed her eyes, her hips rising up to meet my onslaught.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..."

I reached down and diddled her clit.

"Holy fucking shit!" She came with a scream so loud that I was afraid someone would call the police.

"Stop, stop!" Her whole body was quivering. I slowed down, but didn't stop. She wailed as I increased my pace once again.

A few strokes later, she came again. She moaned and blubbered as powerful shudders ran through her body.

I kept on plowing her, but this time she pushed me way.

**

I laid back on the bed. She cuddled me, one leg on top of my stomach.

"That was too much. I have never come twice in a row ever."

I kissed her forehead. "There's something I need to tell you mom."

"Yes baby?" She was playing with my still erect cock.

"That thing with Abigail, it meant nothing to me. It was always you. I just wanted to make you jealous."

Mom let out a little laugh. "And you succeeded. I was like, how dare that bitch fuck my little boy? I understand now that I got so angry. I wanted you all for myself."

"I also followed you the other day. When you went to that motel. I wanted to say sorry for what happened the night before. And when that guy kissed you and pulled you inside, I thought I'd lost you for ever."

"I'm so sorry baby. The thing with dad, the thing with you, I was so confused. Neither of us knew what we were doing. But the moment I took a step in that cheap ass motel room, I knew it was not right. I booked it out of there right away."

I kissed her. "You are mine now. Your lips, your mouth, your tits, your cunt, your ass, all mine, to take whenever I want."

"Even my ass huh? Even your father hasn't gone there."

"I'm not my father."

"I can see that." She squeezed my cock.

I was playing with her breasts, still covered by her top. "You have to let me see them right now!"

I helped her undress. Two huge melons, with little pink tips surrounded by little pink areolae popped out.

"Fucking hell! They are spectacular."

"Go on, give them a little squeeze," she said.

I kissed her tits, slowly moving my tongue in circles, until I reached the peaks of her mountains. I took a nipple in my mouth and bit gently.

I crammed as much flesh as I could in my mouth. Soon, her tits were coated with my saliva.

I lifted one heavy tit. "Lick."

She licked her nipple and I joined in. Our tongues met and we segued into a kissing contest again.

She said, "I want to suck you."

I climbed down and fed her cock.

She kissed the top of my purple head with a loud smack. Her lips were smeared with precum.

"You look so fucking sexy mom."

She gripped the base of my cock and licked the length of the shaft. She repeated the motion and finally took the head into her wet mouth.

Mom swirled her wet tongue around before taking it deep inside her mouth.

She gagged and a load of spit dribbled down my cock.

"I forgot to tell you baby," she said, rubbing it on my balls, making them nice and shiny, "I love to gag and my throat turns into a faucet when I do. I hope you like your blowjobs wet and messy."

She deepthroated me again.

I groaned. "Keep doing that and I'll cum in your mouth."

"Bring it on. I swallow." She winked.

It was too much. I came.

Maybe it was six ropes, maybe seven. All I know that I emptied my balls into her mouth. She swallowed the entire thing.

"That was tasty!"

I slid my cock out of her mouth. It was coated with my cum and her saliva.

**

I fell on the bed.

"That's it? Tired already?" she slapped my thighs, "I thought young men could go on and on."

"Jesus mom, give me a second, will ya?" I played with her mammoth tits.

She started stroking my cock. That's all it took.

"There you go mom. I'm ready."

She leaned down, her breasts squished on my knee and licked my chonker.

I pinched her nipples and manhandled her jugs.

"Wanna fuck my breasts Freddie?" She looked up at me.

"Is water wet?" I asked.

Her twin peaks looked absolutely gigantic when she lay on her back.

I straddled her chest and spit on my hand to lubricate my cock. She held her tits together and I slid into the valley of breastmeat.

"My cock's missing."

Mom laughed.

I moved forward and the tip reappeared near her neck. The pressure that her huge tits were putting on my cock was intense. She stuck her tongue out and my cockhead rubbed against it at each thrust towards her beautiful face.

I yelled out as I came for the second time. I managed four good spurts, and two weak ones. Most of them landed on her cheek, running down the side of her face.

I helped her back onto the bed. "Fucking your tits was one of the things I wanted to do before I died."

"How many items on the list?" she asked.

"A lot and all of them involve you," I said.

I kissed her tits and her nipples. My tongue trailed a path down to her crotch, with a few side-quests to lick her rounded stomach and dive deep inside her belly button.

There was a bit of golden fuzz on the top of her pussy. I moved my tongue along her thighs and circled her pussy. Mom was moaning. Her pussy was now leaking juices.

I kissed the back of her thighs and circled her cunt with my tongue without actually touching it.

"Stop teasing me!" She grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy.

She squirmed when I licked the folds of her cunt. I lifted the hood and licked her clit.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

I inserted one finger in and fingered her cunt. For a while, I worked my tongue and finger in tandem. I removed my finger and let her taste her pussy juices. She looked beautiful with my cum drying on her face.

I stuck my finger back inside and stumbled upon her G-spot. My tongue was still lashing her clit. I sucked on it and let it go, repeating the action.

She suddenly yelled, "Holy fuck!"

Her hips bucked all over the place and she came noisily on my mouth, pulling on my hair. I closed my mouth over her cunt and hung on for dear life.

After a while, her orgasm subsided. She put a hand on her forehead. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Here and there." I was proud that I had made her cum again and that too so easily.

"You are a horny little motherfucker, aren't you?" She noticed that my cock had gotten hard again.

"This is what you do to me."

"I want to swallow your cum again baby."

She cupped my balls while I pumped in and out of her mouth. She sucked hard, a bucketload of drool coming out of her mouth and coating my dick.

"Kiss my balls mom." I lifted my cock out and put my balls on her face. She ran her tongue all over them.

"You nasty little fucker. You want me to be your ball washer? What else do you want your mother to do?"

"I want to fuck you mom. Every fucking day, I'm going to fuck you."

"I am yours baby," she said. "I love you. You can do whatever you want to me."

"I love you too mom. I'm going to cum...." and I did. I deposited a second load all over mom's pretty face and my third overall. Even I was impressed by the amount of cum I had generated today.

"Oh baby, I wanted to swallow," mom said, her face glistening in the morning light.

"Next time mom." I collapsed on the bed next to her.

We had sex four more times before the day was over.

********

I woke up the next morning with a wet sensation between my legs.

"You cock was half awake, I couldn't resist."

Mom was at the bottom of the bed, sucking on my cock.

"I love watching a man get hard."

She bobbed her head up and down, grazing the shaft lightly with her teeth.

"I want to fuck you, mom."

She came up to me, her melons dangling in front of my face. She cupped a tit and offered it to me. I accepted gratefully.

"I'm ready for that cock baby." She reached back and directed my cock into her pussy.

"Ohhh," mom moaned as it slid inside.

I grabbed her plump butt with both hands. She bounced on my cock.

"It is so fucking deep! Your cock is so big baby." The bedsprings squeaked loudly.

I smacked her ass. "Move over. I want to fuck you from behind."

She crouched on all fours and let out a yelp when I entered her.

"That's it baby. Harder, harder."

I caught a hanging breast with my hand as my cock ran rampant inside her pussy. Her whimpers timed perfectly with my thrusts.

My strokes were getting so vigorous that her bouncing melons almost hit her face.

"Your pussy is so tight. I can't last any longer mom!" I stopped fucking her and pulled out.

Mom turned and sucked on my cock, wet with her pussy juices. "Give it to me baby. My mouth wants your cum."

I unloaded a huge load and she swallowed.

"I'm home!" Just then dad entered the room.

We turned to look at him in surprise, my cock still in mom's mouth.

He looked at us in shock for a second, but then his features relaxed.

"Sorry! I should have called ahead. Carry on, carry on." He closed the door behind him.

We laughed.

"Let's get dressed and go talk to your dad," mom said, giving my cock a wet kiss.

********

Three months later

I was watching a Friends rerun in the living room when I heard the front door opening.

I met mom and dad in the foyer.

"Damn it is cold outside!" Dad said.

"Yeah, I think it is going to snow heavily tonight. Hi honey, when did you get back from school?"

"About an hour back mom. So, how was it?" I kissed her and explored her mouth with my tongue.

Mom had turned forty-one today. They had gone to dinner and dancing after that.

"It was great baby!"

I helped mom with her coat. She removed her scarf and said, "Look what Dad bought me!"

She was wearing a a gold chain with a beautiful talisman type pendant encrusted with small diamonds. It dipped slightly into her vast cleavage which was showcased in an red cocktail dress with a sheer bodice.

"That looks lovely mom."

I lifted the pendant in my hand to look at it closer. "Heavy too. Great selection dad!"

"Thanks son!"

I squeezed her tits.

We walked into the living room and sat on the couch, mom sandwiched between Dad and I.

Canned laughter erupted from the television, but I was distracted by mom sitting so close to me.

Even after three months, I couldn't get enough of this gorgeous creature. She sensed me watching her and turned.

"Hey Freddie," she said in her smoky voice.

"Hi mom."

She put a hand on my thigh, setting off alarm bells in my groin.

I leaned over and kissed her neck.

Mom moaned as her hand caressed my growing cock. "Oh baby. Is that for me?"

"Yes," I whispered.

My mouth found hers. She tasted of wine.

Mom was trying to get my fully hard cock out of my shorts.

I was feeling mom's tits, still french kissing her, trying unsuccessfully to release her twin wonders.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands next to mine. I opened my eyes to see Dad undoing mom's zipper at the back.

He smiled at me and slipped off the straps of her dress. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts tumbled out, hard nipples standing erect.

I sucked on a tit while Dad fondled the other one a couple of times.

Mom had freed my cock from its confines by now and it stuck out angrily.

She stood, naked from the waist up and announced, "Let's take this to bed."

Dad got up too. "I'm tired. I'm off to sleep too."

Mom tugged at my cock and led the way upstairs to our bedroom.

Mom went inside. I watched Dad follow us and open the door to my old room across the hall.

He stood there for a moment and looked at me.

Mom called out. "Hurry up Freddie, I need that thing inside me, now!"

Dad nodded a couple of times and smiled. "Goodnight son."

"Goodnight dad." I closed the door behind me and went to my waiting mother.

********

THE END

I wrote two endings to this story before I decided to keep this one. If enough people are interested, I'll submit the alternate ending as well.



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