Chapter 6: Dad Can’t Hold Back

My mom and I might have gone on all night had it not been for the dick that suddenly appeared in front of us!

Looking up, we saw my dad had stripped and from the looks of things, his dick had made a full recovery and was ready for action once again!

“I think someone needs to be fucked,” he said softly as he stroked my mom’s hair. At first I thought he meant me since normally that was what he did when it was the three of us. Not tonight it appeared!

I rolled over on my back, leaving my mom laying exposed to my dad. She smiled at him as she realized what his intentions were and raised her arms out to him. He climbed on top of her in typical missionary style and his cock quickly homed in on her busy without wither of the touching it.

“Mmmmmmm, looks like our daughter has you all ready for me,” he said with a grin and a wink to me.

“I love you John,” was all my mom had to say.

Suddenly something dawned on me that I had never realized before. Never in my life had I ever heard my mom ask my dad to fuck her. In contrast, I was asking him to fuck me all the time but then, I did it because I knew he liked to hear me say it. It was yet another sign of the true love that they shared. She didn’t say it because she didn’t have to, he knew she wanted him. At the same time, he didn’t need to hear her say it to get off, he KNEW she wanted it as badly as he did. Aren’t my parents just incredible?

I watched closely as his hips thrust down and forward and his cock slipped easily into her wet pussy. Of course, a forty something mom with a kid isn’t going to have the tight pussy of a teenager, but he didn’t seem to mind one way or the other. He wasn’t fucking her anyway, he was making love to her which was an experience I had never enjoyed yet in my life.

I didn’t have to make love myself to recognize how special it was between them. Watching two people totally in love with one another making love is like nothing else in the world. It was special to them as well. Growing up my parents didn’t care if I saw them masturbate yet they NEVER let me see them make love. It wasn’t until I was sixteen and came home early to see them in the hot tub that I first saw them making love. It was then I sensed the incredible relationship they had and what led to my wanting to share part of that relationship myself as much as possible. Of course, I am talking about when I first gave myself to my dad.

I didn’t even masturbate as I watched my dad and mom together. It would have seemed almost sacrilegious to get myself off in the midst of their love making. This wasn’t something to get off from, it was something to admire.

When my father finally came in my mom, it wasn’t like when he came in me. With me it was like he was fulfilling some fantasy, like he was realizing some goal he had set for himself or satisfying this lust that had grown in him and needed to be released. As he released himself in her, it was like watching a man giving a precious diamond to his lover, like he was giving my mom something more than doing it for his own pleasure. It was so beautiful I practically cried!

My parents fell asleep in each other’s arms soon afterwards, leaving me next to them on the bed. As I load there I contemplated the evenings events and overall, I had to say it was quite the successful evening. As I turned over to fall asleep, I resolve to be the first to wake up. There was no need to put out a room service request, I knew there was going to be a nice sausage for me to enjoy come morning. Yes indeed, my dad was going to enjoy his wakeup call if I had anything to say about it!