Chapter 2

I woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. I looked at my phone, that was charging

on my nightstand, and saw it was almost 2am. Slipping into the bathroom, I took care of business.

As I stood up from the toilet, my stomach gurgled. I guess I needed a snack.

I was relieved to find that my pussy was not leaking anymore. I had decided not to wear my

pajama bottoms to bed. The wide wet stain on my sheets attested to the wisdom of that decision. But

to go down to the kitchen, I slipped them on.

In the fridge, I found a dozen hard-boiled eggs. My mom often made egg salad sandwiches for

my lunch. I took one of the yummy orbs, peeled it, put a little salt on it, and gobbled it down.

On the opposite side of the kitchen was a short hallway that led to the master bedroom, where

my parents slept. I heard a loud indistinct sound, that I thought was someone shouting, coming from

down that hall.

Intrigued, I padded in my bare feet across the polished wood floor to their door. Even next to

the door, I could not make out what was being said. I tested the door, and was surprised to find it

unlocked. Carefully, I turned the knob, not making a sound, and peered in.

On my parents’ king bed, my dad was flat on his back, naked. My mother was straddling his

crotch, riding his cock hard.

All could see of his penis was a small piece of flesh, that split my mom’s vagina wide.

My father, Gavin, was talk, slim and fit. He had short blond hair, and a prominent nose. Some

people say he looks like that actor who starred in the Mentalist.

Mom was also naked. She was weaving, swaying, and thrusting her hips against his buried

erection. Her pert breasts, that I could see in the mirror over their headboard, weaved in a figure eight

pattern.

My father reached up and grasped those swaying orbs

My mom’s face was in a grimace and her body was covered in sweat. She moaned, “Oh yes!

Now, don’t come yet! I want to come a few times more before you finish.” She shuddered, and cried out, as an orgasm shook her. Sweat fell off her body, covering my dad’s torso.

My father moaned, “I’ll try.”

Mom snapped, “You’ll do as I say, dog! If you come too soon, you won’t see this pussy again

for a month.”

I was surprised to see that my mom had shaved her bush. And so had my dad, though I had

never seen a man’s penis before.

Shoving her hips forward hard, she cried out, from another orgasm.

“I’m coming!” he cried. A large amount of thick white liquid spurted out from their joining.

“Oh, yes! That’s good!” my mom cried, as she collapsed onto her husband’s body, panting

heavily. Her vagina was gaping, and oozing her husband’s cum out of it in small globs.

At that point, she looked up and locked eyes with mine, that was peering through the cracked

door.

I quickly shut the door and raced to my bedroom.

I don’t think I did anything wrong. I mean, if they wanted privacy, they should have locked the

door.

Much to my disappointment, I found that my twat was leaking again.

Neither of my parents came to talk to me. So, after a few minutes, I went back to sleep.

My mom woke me before 6am. “Time to get going,” she said.

I rubbed my eyes, and stumbled out of bed. I could have used a couple more hours of sleep.

“Get dressed quickly. We don’t want to keep Dr. Kline waiting.”

My mom left as I started to get dressed. But there was a problem. When I tried to get my bra

on, it wouldn’t fit. When I tried to hook it behind my back, the buckles would not meet. It seemed that

my breasts were too big for the B cup bra.

Still wearing my pajamas, I went down to the kitchen, where my mom was drinking a cup of

coffee. “Your father is still asleep. I guess I wore him out last night,” she said with a wink.

I let out a gasp; I had almost convinced myself what I had seen last night was just a dream.

Not knowing quite how respond to that, I changed the subject. “I think I need to get a new bra.”

When I described the problem to her, she let out a whistle. “I guess your condition has finally given you the growth spurt you’ve been wanting. But instead of height it is in your tits.”

“This isn’t funny! I can’t go to school without a bra. It’s against school rules.”

“Don’t worry. We now are both C-cups. You can use one of mine.”

We tiptoed into my parents’ room, where dad was still sound asleep. The light from their

bathroom was the only illumination.

My mom pulled out a dresser drawer. In it was a dozen different styles of bras. She pulled out a black lace one. “How about this one?” she asked.

I reached in and found a plain white one that was more like my usual style, and matching

school policy.

“Now, you may need to adjust the straps, your build so much smaller than mine.”

I nodded, “Right.”

Taking it back to my bedroom, I did indeed have to adjust the buckles on the straps so it would

fit properly. Once I did that, my mom’s bra seemed to fit me perfectly.