Chapter 3: My Present to My Mom

We must have fallen asleep at some point as when I woke up, her mother was standing next to the bed with a smirk on her face.

“Looks like the two of you have been having a good time this afternoon,” my Aunt Linda teased us, “Couldn’t wait for your mom to get home girl?”

She was obviously just teasing but I wouldn’t have been surprised if I could read her mind if she hadn’t wished she had taken the afternoon off from work! Personally, I wouldn’t have minded either!

We just smiled at her and kissed one last time before getting out of bed. I dressed and couldn’t help but notice Kristen was making no efforts to do the same. Hmmm, I wonder what she had planned after her cousin had gone home?

Back home I got in just in time for dinner. My parents were just sitting down when I walked in and kissed my dad hello. He wrinkled his nose and smiled.

“Ahhhhh, I think I know why you are late getting home from Kristen’s,” he teased me, wrinkling his nose as hint. I hadn’t had time to wash up so obviously the scent of Kristen’s cute little wet pussy was all over me, especially my face. My mom’s ears perked up so I want over and kissed her as well, leaving her with a smile. Neither of them said another word - none was necessary in this case!

After supper I filled in my dad with Kristen and my plan for my mom’s birthday. Surprisingly, he wasn’t as enthused about it as I would’ve thought he would be. Although he never said anything, there were times I wondered just how comfortable my dad was with my mom getting fucked by Rick all the time. Of course he knew Rick’s dick was significantly bigger than his own so maybe he suffered from a little male “size envy” but there was no reason for that from my perspective. My mom didn’t make love with my dad because of the size of his dick, she did it because she loved him! Rick was just a toy for her, no more or less than my cousins Tammy and Kristen were for my dad. If anything, I often wondered why she was never jealous of my Aunt Linda as she went back to his teen dating days. It just went to show how mature and understanding my mom was to let her husband fuck an old high school flame, even if she WAS her sister.

In any case, he gave me the green light, if reluctantly. Now I just had to break the news to Rick. Somehow I didn’t think he would object and so it turned out. God, I thought his dick was going to push through his jeans when I described to him what I wanted him to do for my present to my mom.

Finally the big day arrived - my mom’s birthday. Fortunately it fell on a Saturday which made it all that much easier. My dad and I did our annual tradition, serving her breakfast in bed - and I mean eggs and sausage, not dick and pussy as some people might start thinking. Then we gave her our gifts - both of which were nothing more than two envelopes. I told her to open my dad’s first in which she found an invitation for dinner that night at one of the classier restaurants in Pittsburgh. God, it was going to cost him a fortune by the time he bought wine and dessert!

Then it was time for my card and she opened it with a quizzical eye. I’d never done anything like this before, previously it was always some form of gift, usually clothes. She opened the card and out fell a photograph. Holding it up, she couldn’t help but smile wryly when she recognized what it was. Holding it out to my dad, he grinned a wide one.

“I guess we know who THAT belongs to,” he said, handing it back.

Of course, it was a classic cock shot of an erect dick - unmistakably Rick’s as anyone who had spent hours sucking on it would know right away. Then she read the invitation and her eyes widened like saucers. Turning to me, she looked at me like I was crazy or at least a little touched.

“You’ve GOT to be teasing me,” she said, “This is just some naughty birthday joke, right?”

“Ohhhh, don’t you like my present mom?” I pouted, “I worked so HARD for it.”

My mom chuckled at that and responded saying, “Somehow or another, I don’t think you were the one that was hard.” She was obviously implying that I’d fucked Rick to get him to do this for me so I huffed back, “No, he didn’t fuck me.”

She rolled her eyes in disbelief, then turned to my dad and held out the card, “I take it you’ve seen this John? You sure you’re OK with it?”

My dad was being a good sport about it all and smiled back at her. “I think it would be fun for you, don’t you dear?” he asked rather lamely.

“Hey, didn’t Kristen do something like for her mother’s birthday once before?” my mom asked me suspiciously.

I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended not to know. Sometimes a little white lie can be justified and this was one of those times.

“Well ... I guess since you went through so much trouble, how can I not accept,” she graciously said with a smile.

“Yeah right, like you’re going to turn down an afternoon with your only nephew screwing you the whole time,” my dad huffed. I looked at him sharply, wondering what he really meant by it but he didn’t say another word.

“Oh, one more thing,” my mom added, just as I was about to leave the bedroom to get dressed, “I assume you’ll be coming with to chaperone?”

I looked at her, a bit surprised and confused. ActuallyTHAT idea had never come to my mind. My assumption had been she would just pick up Rick and take the afternoon off to misbehave. Now that she mentioned it, though, the idea made me tingle a bit to consider.

“Well, so long as it’s YOUR day and I just get to watch you,” I compromised. Actually, the idea was as practical as it was erotic. I knew from my own experiences that it never hurts to have a “lookout” at times when you’re fooling around in public. As hot as it makes me to be naughty, it’s a fine line between getting away with something and getting caught. All the fun in the world can be screwed up with just one public indecency arrest! Besides, who was going to take the photos and videos if I didn’t?

Way back when Kristen and I were younger we use to go to grocery stores and masturbate in the vegetable area, putting the cucumber or carrot back to see who would buy it later, not knowing it had a coating of pussy on it. Such a thing would’ve been all but impossible by yourself as while one of us was playing, the other would keep an eye out for anyone who got too close for comfort. Well, looked like I was going to be watching out for my mom this afternoon!

I left their room as my dad was climbing in bed with my mom. I think he had his own “private” birthday gift to give her, one she would be keeping after he got out of bed! I am always amazed at people who say they are grossed out thinking of their parents having sex. For me, I love knowing they do it as it shows me what a great marriage they have and how vibrant and healthy they both continue to be. What’s there to be ashamed or embarrassed about? After all I’d of never been born otherwise.