Story 1, Part 4 - The Graduation Present

There’s more I want to say, but her hands are no longer against my ass. She’s pressing gently against my shoulders as her flesh falls away from my body. Her tits are no longer cupped in my hands, and her thighs no longer touch mine. My mother’s legs close as she holds her smile in place.

The smile fades from her voice, and she looks at me purely as my mother. “You’re father’s waiting in the living room to talk to you. Best not to keep him waiting.”

My legs are weak but stable as I turn to the open door. Each step causes my flaccid state to bounce as I continue to inhale the wonderful aroma of her pussy. I can still taste her as I walk towards my waiting father with a gnawing sensation I’ve forgotten something in their bedroom.

He turns with a smile and pats the leather next to him. “I won’t ask what happened, but you can tell me if you’d like.”

I sit and feel the cold leather on my ass, which reminds me of what I forgot to take. My clothes remain in their room, but not worried about Donna seeing anything. She won’t be home until sometime tomorrow to get the last of her things before moving out.

I think about what he said over and decide against sharing the intimate details. “Not right now, dad. Maybe later.”

His smile fades a little, but the corners remain raised. “Alright. Your mother doesn’t want this to be a one-time thing. When you start at the university, there’s going to be a lot of stress. We want to help you get through it as best we can.

“If you’d like, she’s willing to let you use her body to get through what you’re about to face. If you accept her, she’ll be teaching you everything she knows to turn you into a great lover. You’ll never have to wear a condom. She’ll never say no to anything, including anal.

“Would you like to join us in our bed? Both of us are willing if you like. We know boys can get curious when they go to university, unlike girls. Just like your mother, if you want to try something with me, I won’t say no.

“Don’t get the idea that I’m curious about being with you. I’m not, so I don’t think this has anything to do with me. When it comes to this house and our bed, neither of us wants you to hold anything back.”

There’s only one thing for me to consider. “Alright, Dad.” His hand touches my thigh since he misunderstood, and it feels more than a little awkward. “Not that, Dad.” His hands pull back, but he still feels his touch in a strange way. “If I get curious about boys, and that’s a big if, I’ll let you know. For now, I just want to be with Mom.